#i wanted to make his room filled with all his stuff

[sprenthecreator]

D.A | C.R.E.A.M

Male reader x Danielle Marsh

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tags: if you hate italy don’t read it (probably a galli mf), bathtub/shower sex, kinda public sex, some feet stuff, some massage oil stuff

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Florence was beautiful at night, yes—like all of Italy, basically. But after a 15-hour flight, you didn't have the energy to go out for a drink alone that night when you arrived.

You were so tired that you didn't even go to the hotel you were going to stay at for the rest of those days. Instead, you ended up in a modest hotel run by a kind and hospitable older woman, who even helped you carry your luggage even though you'd insisted she didn't need to. As a thank you, the next morning upon departure, you not only paid for the room, but also left her a sizable tip to look after your luggage while you did all your chores.

So, feeling full and prepared, you hit the streets of Florence to make all the preparations for Dani's arrival the next day. The first thing, of course, was breakfast, and your choice was the Pasticceria Nencioni, a small dessert shop in the Sant'Ambrogio neighborhood, near the city center. The normal thing would have been to walk, since that's what you always did, but you were so far away that you ended up calling a taxi.

You were hoping for a peaceful day, but as you got out of the taxi and walked into the pedestrian street, a couple of guys stopped you to ask for photos. It didn't bother you; you were always very friendly and receptive to people who knew you and loved your job. But you didn't expect someone to recognize you on that remote street. It was to be expected in places like Rome or Milan, full of tourists and people of all cultures, but Florence was slightly more niche. A mere coincidence? Maybe.

What was certain was that you had to start getting used to the fact that your popularity wasn't the same as it had been two years ago, when you were barely known by chronically online folks. Now things were quite different. And you didn’t know how to feel about it.

After the minor setback, you walked down the street until you reached the small pastry shop, whose facade consisted solely of its awning with the name on it and the glass doors wide open, giving it a modest and welcoming appearance. The place was already bustling with activity at that hour, so you waited patiently in line to order, your mouth already watering with the smell of baked sugar, hot butter and hazelnut. 

Your breakfast ended up being a couple of pieces of torta al semolino—a traditional pastry filled with semolina cream and covered in chocolate—a cream-filled croissant, a cappuccino, and a small glass of water that Italians always served with their coffee.

Many customers just placed their orders and left after paying, so inside the pastry shop there were a couple of free tables next to the tall wooden display case to the left of the main counter, filled with antique bottles, books, small statues, and collectibles. Although you usually sat near the front, this time you went to a table at the back so you could do what you wanted to do in peace.

It must have been around midnight in L.A, which meant Wony was already at her hotel. Your girlfriend answered the video call as quickly as ever.

"Hi honey!" Wony greeted, walking across her room to lie down on her bed. She was wearing the same pink sweater she'd been wearing in the photos she sent you while you were asleep.

"Hey, darling," you smiled at your phone screen, adding sugar to your cappuccino. "Caught you busy?"

"Oh nah, I just got back to the hotel," Wony replied, and looked away for a moment to grab something before looking at you again. Judging by the shape of what she put in her mouth, you guessed it was her multivitamins. "How was your flight?"

"Terrible," you sighed, and took a sip of the cappuccino, careful not to burn your tongue. "I didn't get to sleep, for some reason. I just read and watched movies the whole trip."

"Oh my," Wony pouted and raised her eyebrows in concern as you scooped up a piece of cake with your spoon and brought it to your mouth. "My poor boy... At least you slept when you landed?"

"Not where I had planned, but yeah," you replied, your gaze momentarily on your breakfast. The cream-filled croissant was your next victim.

"Not where you had planned?"

"Seeing as I couldn't handle myself, I told the taxi driver to take me to the first decent hotel he found," you spoke with your mouth full, so you covered it with the back of your hand to avoid being unpleasant. You quickly swallowed. "And so I ended up in a quaint little place run by a kind old granny named Giuseppina."

Wony laughed, making you smile.

"Giuseppina?" she repeated. Her Italian pronunciation was improving every day.

"Oh yeah," you nodded. "A real sweetheart. And how are you? How's Tommy Jeans treating you?"

"Wonderful!" Wony responded, her face lighting up. "They were so nice to me. And they gave me a ton of snacks and clothes."

"Clothes you'd model for me, right?"

"I always model my new clothes for you, babe. By the way, where are you?"

"Oh right," you picked up your phone, which was leaning against the vase in the middle of the table, and put the back camera on to show her the bakery, just for a few seconds so as not to upset anyone. "A bakery near the center. It's amazing. I have to take you here sometime."

"Oh gosh, it's so pretty!" Wony said as you put the front camera back on. "You're having breakfast, aren't you? Let me see."

As if you were at a mukbang, you picked up both plates with the cakes and the croissant and showed them to the camera.

"Damn, that's yummy," Wony sighed. "Now I'm hungry."

"You have snacks to spare, right?"

"Yeah, but none of them are that cake."

"Well, I know the recipe. I can make it for you when we're home."

Wony remained silent, just looking at you with her head tilted. They were eyes full of love. Whenever she looked at you like that, you kissed her out of pure instinct. You wished you could have done it at that moment.

"My sweet boy, have I ever told you how much I love you?" Wony said, making you blush like an idiot in the middle of the pastry shop.

"All the time," you smiled.

"Great, because I don't want you to ever forget it."

"I'll never forget it because you love me as much as I love you, darling."

Wony brought her camera to her lips and covered it with kisses before returning to the usual shot.

"You're not prepared for how clingy I'll be in Paris," she said. "Poor you."

"Oh come on, you say that like I don't love it."

"I'm just warning you, sweetie."

The next few minutes were spent talking about your respective flights and things that happened along the way. You'd already finished your cake and croissant, and there was only a little cappuccino left when you saw the time.

"Honey, I should go," you said, stacking the empty plates. "I still have a lot of things to do."

"Okay, baby," Wony replied. "I'll take a bath and go to sleep. Will you be awake when I wake up?"

"Most likely. Will you wake up early?"

"8 in the morning, I think," Wony nodded.

"About 5 in the afternoon here, great."

"I'll text you when I get up then," Wony waved goodbye and blew you a kiss. "Bye baby, I love youuu! Don't forget to send me pictures. Of you, if possible."

"You have my word, honey," you blew the kiss back. "Love you too. Ciao."

After hanging up the video call, you sat for a moment checking your messages and email. Sohyun had sent you pictures of your cats and asked if everything had gone well on the flight. Sully had also texted you with the same intention. Dani, for her part, had told you her flight from Seoul was leaving at midnight—around 5 p.m. there in Florence—and that she would arrive tomorrow morning. 

But the one you didn't expect a message from, considering how busy she must be with all the preparations for her trip to Milan, was Rina.

Just as you were leaving and opened her chat, she was online, and she'd sent you a photo that you feared was... God. Your heart nearly leaped out of your mouth.

You had to take a moment to make sure no one was watching your screen and to process the content of the photo. A nude, of course. Sexy as hell, as only she knew how to make them.

With the Rina issue settled for now and your stomach full, you paid for your breakfast and finally left the bakery to take a taxi to the Maserati dealership, because clearly you couldn't take a taxi everywhere while you were in Florence.

Now, last year, your visit to Milan had made you discover a guilty pleasure, and it was expensive things. Very expensive things.

This was demonstrated when you unnecessarily rented the Purosangue, only to buy it months later at a higher price than usual due to import costs to Korea. Also a couple of months ago, when in a fit of love for your beloved girlfriend you had splurged $150,000 on just one necklace—she always wore it, so it wasn’t a regret for you and, to be honest, now you saw that figure as a small change.

And now, at the Maserati dealership, you exclusively consider the high-priced options. Although it's not as if there were any cheap options. It was either expensive or... less expensive.

The salesman who advised you, realizing that you knew more about cars than he might have expected, thankfully didn't try to take you for a fool and was quite helpful. One of the options was a convertible, but the point of those cars was to drive without the top up, and considering the mess that would arise if Dani was caught co-piloting a foreign guy—the two of them alone, in an Italian city—you decided to rule it out.

The final decision was a silver GranTurismo Trofeo, a gorgeous coupe with a 550-horsepower V6 engine. It was one of the few units left that was still brand new, as Maserati would soon become a 100% electric brand in a few years. The salesman clarified that the unit they had at the dealership wasn't available for rent, and that he would contact the third-party company they partnered with to bring yours in as soon as possible.

When the car arrived, you signed all the necessary paperwork and the contract, checked the condition of the vehicle, and proceeded to pay for the days you would use it. Your little treat cost you around $4,500. Minutes later, you were driving the coupe through the beautiful streets of Florence to Grandma Giuseppina's hotel.

After picking up your luggage and leaving the elderly woman another tip, you packed everything in the trunk of the car and drove to the Four Seasons, the hotel you had originally planned to stay at with Dani for those few days.

The imposing palatial building, worthy of a Raffaello Sanzio painting, rose along the narrow one-way street. At that hour, sunlight bathed the smooth ochre facade, casting shadows from the trees in the park on the opposite side of the road, where you had parked to get out and take a quick look at the small windows on each floor before crossing the street.

On the other side of the road, you passed between the two ornate columns and went through the stately dark wooden door that led you inside the hotel.

The palatial appearance of the hotel was also preserved inside. The first thing to attract attention was the majestic marble statue in the center of the interior patio, which was surrounded by four corridors with high arches and open columns crowned with murals and ornamentation carved from the same stone. The air was fresh, sweetened by the scent of freshly picked flowers from the patio. A group of visibly wealthy people chatted with courteous ease, sitting on the chairs and the green velvet sofa in front of the statue.

The corridor you were standing in had display cases behind each column on your left, featuring Rolex watches, handbags from various Italian brands, and jeweled accessories. But as you walked toward the reception desk, your attention was drawn to the arched ceiling, coffered with hexagonal panels that covered the entire surface, each decorated with ornamentation around the edges and a carved flower in the center.

As you walked through the corridor, you passed through the open door at the far end and entered the reception. Behind the counter on your right was the receptionist, a woman with her hair tied back in a bun and wearing the hotel uniform. You went with her to inquire about the available suites, giving you a range of options, from which, once again, you chose the most expensive option.

With your reservation for the suite—if you could call it that—made, you went to the car to get your luggage and returned inside to be helped and directed by a bellboy. To get there, you went out to the hotel's back garden, which was part of the Giardino della Gherardesca: a big shared garden that took up the entire block and served as a common space between hotels and institutes.

Outside, you circled the pool and left the hotel area enclosed by the hedges behind. The garden was larger than it looked, with paths winding through groves and small points of interest like fountains and parks where people gathered for various activities.

The suite was tucked away in the opposite corner of the garden, so you had to walk a couple more minutes until you spotted it in the distance. It was a cabin preceded by a wide semi-roundabout with a fountain in the center. As you passed through it, a perfectly manicured hedge and flowerbeds caught your attention: in the center, an archway covered in vines and flowering bushes led you inside.

The bellboy spoke to you as you passed under the arch, explaining the services available, the hours of service, and also giving you some historical context about the suite.

As soon as you crossed the archway, you were greeted by the wide circle formed by the perfectly manicured garden, with the small pool—more like a good-sized jacuzzi—on the left side, next to two lounge chairs and an umbrella. On the right side, there wasn't much else, just grass, flower beds near the side of the cabin, and a tree.

The cabin consisted, of course, of a single floor, accessed through two double glass doors, flanked by windows and framed at the top by a wrought iron structure with patterns of symmetrical circles and curves. Both were wide open, one revealing the living room and the other the only bedroom.

"D'ora in poi starò bene, fratello. Grazie mille," you told the bellboy with a smile, asking for your other suitcase.

"Ci faccia sapere se ha bisogno di qualcosa, signor Leone," the bellboy replied, handing you the suitcase handle as you took a few steps back. "Buon soggiorno."

"Grazie," you nodded, shook his hand in gratitude, and followed the stone path to the bedroom.

The first thing you did upon entering was leave your backpack and briefcase on the queen-size bed to the right. The two suitcases went into the corner between the mattress and the back wall. Then, you took off your shoes and sat on the lower edge of the bed with your feet up on the upholstered bench, taking out your phone and taking some pictures to send to Wony and Sohyun. Some shots were more elaborate than others, but you made sure to show as much as possible: the chandelier above your head, the television resting on the hand-painted bombé dresser, and even the visible part of the garden.

After taking the photos, you climbed into bed and began unpacking things from both your backpack and your briefcase. Since you weren't planning on going out again, you also went to one of your suitcases and took out some sweatpants and a wool sweater to change into.

Now more comfortable and without much to do, you set out for a mini tour of the cabin. First, you went to the right. There, the small hallway, with a circular mirror on the wall, opened in two directions.

The room to the left was a sort of dressing room, with an electronic safe and spaces for hanging and storing clothes. Nothing special.

But on the other side was the bathroom, which in itself looked like the lobby of a palace thanks to the marble walls and the gilded details of the double sinks and the large mirror on the left. On the opposite side, a dressing table with a stool and an ornate mirror placed above it, which you took to take another couple of photos. And within the same room, through a door to the left of the sink, were the toilets.

The other path led to an intersection, with the glass shower door on your left. You went to the right, and smiled at the sight of the bathtub embedded in the floor in the last room. You also took a photo, but you sent it to Dani, hoping she'd understand the possible uses you could give to it.

With that part explored, you returned to the bedroom and took the path to the other end of the cabin, past the central window visible from outside and another small bathroom.

The living room wasn't exactly modern, at least not by today's minimalist standards. It was more of a perfect blend of various vintage and eclectic styles, such as the white upholstered furniture, the classic-looking rug with brown prints on khaki, the nineties chairs, and the chandelier. And the entire right-hand wall consisted of gleaming glass panels, with a recessed space for a dresser, adjacent to a shelf with another gold-framed mirror above it.

All in all, it was one of the best $24,000 you'd ever spent. There was no way you'd regret it. On top of that, Dani's company was only going to make it better.

The cold breeze was starting to pick up, and the sun was already setting. In theory, it was still winter in Italy, which meant the delicious chill would slowly begin to penetrate the cabin. There wouldn't be any need to lock the doors just yet, so you sat on the couch, put your bare feet up on the coffee table, and relaxed with your phone. You even did an hour-long IG live to update your followers.

Wony also texted you, having woken up on her side of the world. You didn't speak for too long, as she had to grab a quick breakfast and rush to her schedule. But you made sure to give her the boost of motivation and affection she needed from her boyfriend to face her day.

Hours later, you ordered dinner from the hotel staff, and after eating, you showered and finally closed the cabin doors to go into your bedroom. Then you took out your laptop and started handling business matters in your email. The most important thing was to confirm your attendance at Fashion Week in a few days. Upon doing so, your internal point of contact at Prada almost immediately sent you a dossier-like document containing information about the event, such as schedules, exact locations, content guidelines for social media, and appointments with the styling, marketing, and logistics teams before the event.

By the time you'd tied up as many loose ends as possible it was almost midnight, which meant it was time to go to sleep since Dani would arrive first thing in the morning.

So you closed your laptop, went to close the curtains, and set an alarm for 6 a.m. before snuggling under the blanket and going to sleep.

The morning in Florence was beautiful as you drove to the Amerigo Vespucci Airport. Caraphernelia by Pierce the Veil played through the car speakers at a moderate volume. There were just under ten minutes until Dani landed, so you were on time.

Traffic was light at that time of day, so you were able to cut some corners and arrive a couple of minutes early.

Once parked, you put on the sunglasses Prada had given you as part of a welcome gift a couple of days earlier and got out of the car to head into the airport, hands in the pockets of your brown aviator jacket.

When you stopped to wait near the airport shopping center it was already 7:04. But it wasn't long before Dani Marsh appeared in the distance, looking like something out of a fashion magazine, wearing a black hat, sunglasses, a pink Hysteric Glamour oversized aviator jacket, a long black skirt, and brown boots. A large suitcase in her hand and her phone in the other.

Just as she'd told you, she was coming alone. She'd mentioned something about the possibility of her sister joining her, but it seemed her plans didn't work out. It was a shame, because her sister was just as lovely as she was, and you were happy to be able to show them both Florence.

But being alone would definitely have its advantages.

Dani smiled from ear to ear when you took a few steps forward and made her notice you. Her gait quickened, dodging the traffic. You closed the distance until you met halfway and hugged.

"Hi dearrr!!" Dani squealed, her arms clinging to your neck.

"What's up, darling?" You smiled, wrapping your arms around her body and holding her tight. "How was the flight?"

"Uhm, pretty chill! I slept through most of it," she replied as she pulled away and took off her sunglasses. You did the same. "Then I woke up two hours before landing. And you? How are you doing? Sorry for making you wake up so early."

"Nah it's okay," you shook your head. "I slept enough. Although I can't say the same about my damn flight here. You were lucky, at least."

Dani giggled.

"The pills helped, believe me. I can recommend the ones I use."

"Please tell me it's Klonopin, those are my favorite."

"What the hell are you talking about, Leone?!" Dani laughed, tapping you in the chest with the palm of her hand. "Don't say that again!"

"Sorry, you made it too easy for me," you smiled, and opened an arm toward the exit. "Shall we go?"

"Alright!" Dani nodded, putting her sunglasses back on.

"Let me help you with that," you said, taking her suitcase and starting to walk outside. "I hope you're hungry. I know the perfect place for us to have breakfast together."

"Thought of everything, huh?" Dani giggled, holding onto your arm. "I am, yeah."

"Your first time in Florence can't be a mediocre experience, Marsh. Of course I thought of everything."

"Something more like my first time in Rome, then?"

Suddenly, memories of that spontaneous trip quickly flooded your mind. A jacuzzi, on a terrace overlooking the Colosseum, Hanni, Dani, and Minji, all three of them on your cock...

"Yeah, something like that," you sighed, forcing yourself to push the memory out of your head.

Dani just laughed again. Perhaps noticing the blush on your cheeks.

After a couple of minutes of walking, you walked out of the airport and headed to where you were parked, which wasn't too far from the main entrance.

"Oh wow, you didn't spare any expense either, I see," Dani said as you crossed a road, watching you press the car remote to unlock the doors.

"And wait until you see where we're staying. Hop in, honey."

You opened the passenger door for Dani and went to put her suitcase in the trunk. Then you got into your seat, took off your sunglasses, and left them folded on the dashboard. Dani followed suit, taking off her hat as well.

"Do you really know how...?" Dani pointed to the touchscreen embedded in the dashboard. "You know, how to use that thing."

"It's not that complicated," you replied, and pressed the button to the left of the steering wheel to start the engine. "Put your seatbelt on, thanks."

Dani and you put your seatbelts on, and after adjusting the car's internal GPS through the touchscreen navigation panel, you hit the accelerator and drove to Via Alessandro Guidoni, heading for the Caffè Gilli. It was about a 20-minute drive, so you told Dani to get comfortable and put on some music.

"Did you come here often?" Dani asked halfway there, her eyes on the Hilton Garden Hotel park as you rolled past. "I mean, I know you're from Milan, but you seem to know this city well."

"I've visited every city in Lombardy and Tuscany at least twice," you replied, taking a small right turn. "I used to come to Florence in particular all the time," you took another left. "I mean, I don't know every shortcut and every detail, but I'm pretty familiar."

"Oh, okay..." Dani nodded, still entranced by the park to your right. "What about the south?"

"Southern Italy? Well, I've been there a few times, yeah," you nodded. "I was recently in Naples on vacation. There's some of that on my IG feed."

"Yeah, I remember seeing some stories. But did you go alone?"

Sohee had asked you to be a walking grave about that vacation of yours last September. In her words, no one, absolutely no one, could find out about that. Months had passed since you last spoke, and you had agreed to distance yourself due to the dangerous nature of whatever it was you had going on between you, but like the gentleman you were, you were going to respect her request. The secrecy was so profound that not even your closest friends knew.

Although, of course, the sharpest among them could have made connections, since Sohee had also posted photos in the same places as you... with photos you had taken. Like, no one had ever accused you of anything, thankfully. But chances are someone would be suspicious.

"Nope, I went with a friend and his brother," you replied. "The pizza there is incredible. The scenery too. Especially on the Amalfi Coast when you take a boat ride."

"Then I have to go sometime. I love boat rides."

"You're Aussie, no surprise there."

Dani chuckled.

"Look, I could be offended but you're right. In fact, since I'm such an Aussie, I've got a spider here for you."

Dani then reached out and tickled your ribs and thigh. She knew you hated that shit.

"Hey, no!" You squirmed, between pain and laughter. But Dani wouldn't stop. "Stop!! You're going to fucking kill us!"

With your free hand, you tried to stop her, and between struggles, her hand ended up on your crotch. She could have immediately removed it and kept bothering you, but fortunately for your hatred of tickling, she didn't.

"Oh, woopsies," Dani giggled, giving your bulge a squeeze that made you gasp. Then she removed her hand. "Are you going to feed it to me one of these days?"

"Not if you keep fucking tickling me," you snapped, a little angrily.

"Okay," Dani clasped her hands in her lap and looked out the window. "I'll be a good girl... daddy."

You took a deep breath and forced yourself to focus on the road so as not to wind her up. After about 10 minutes, you were driving into the historic center of Florence, through the narrow Via del Corso, lined with buildings with shops on their ground floors. The Caffè Gilli was located in the Piazza della Repubblica, a large square famous for its cafes and restaurants, so you had to get out of the car a corner earlier to continue on foot.

Dani stopped at a few places to take pictures and have you take them for her. She seemed enchanted by the place, even though the day wasn't as beautiful as in warmer times of the year and the sky was slightly clouded. If only she knew what you had in store for her.

After filling Dani's gallery with the first photos of the trip, you finally walked toward the café.

The place had two areas: the usual facade, on the ground floor of the building, with columns between each entrance and an awning that stretched from side to side; and a large covered dining area right in front, which you entered.

It was the time of day when people usually went out for breakfast, so the tables filled up more quickly. You hurried to take one toward the back of the left wing, not too far from the rear glass wall. Dani took more photos there, until a waiter came to welcome you and take your orders.

"Are all the cafes in Italy this cute?" Dani asked a couple of minutes later, glancing around. "I remember saying the exact same thing in Rome."

"Our breakfasts are sacred," you replied, arms crossed on the table. "Most Italians' day begins right here. So all our cafes are made with love. Pure tradition."

The waiter arrived with the first part of your order: a cappuccino with oat milk for you and a doppio espresso for Dani, along with a bowl of fresh fruit with figs, grapes, melon, and berries.

"Speaking of love..." Dani's smile slowly faded. She looked down as she opened a sugar packet for her espresso. "What happened between you and Hanni? She never wanted to talk to me about it."

You sighed and looked down at the bowl of fruit to pick up a grape and eat it. That topic was already a thing of the past, or so it was supposed to be. Talking about it and rubbing salt in the wound was a bitch. Especially with how everything had happened.

"It's okay if you don't want to talk about it, really," Dani said.

"No, it's okay," you shook your head. "I just don't like remembering," you looked up. "Fuck, where do I start? Well... it was the day of her testimony in court. You know, when she was on TV and everything. That day she came to my apartment to, you know, sleep over and whatever. All cute and normal as ever.

"But the next morning she was... weird. She woke up before me. And she never wakes up before me. She didn't kiss me good morning, nor was she as smiling as usual. Of course I immediately asked her what was wrong and... fuck, it was like a fucking ice bath. It was horrible.

"But what did she say to you?" Dani asked, distressed. "You're adding too much suspense. Spill it."

"She said she couldn't do it anymore. I'm not going to go on and on about everything we talked about. But basically, she said that given her current life state, she wasn't sure she could give me the best of herself. And that there were a lot of things she needed to focus on before focusing on a relationship."

There was a momentary silence. Dani stared at you as your expression turned gloomy.

"Ouch..." Dani said.

"Yeah... I mean, now that I think about it, I understand that reason. But come on Dani, I was always there for her through thick and thin. Always. I don't think there was a single thing I couldn't help her through. Like... ugh," you groaned in frustration. "Whatever."

Just then, the waiter arrived with the food. You had ordered cornetto al pistachio, and Dani ordered a mini platter of mixed pastries: a small cannolino, a sfogliatella, and a croissant filled with lemon cream.

"Grazie," you forced yourself to say so as not to be rude, as the plates were placed in front of you.

"Thank you," Dani smiled at the waiter, but the smile faded when she looked at you again. "Jeez... I'm sorry, baby. For you know… reopening the wound."

"It sucks, but whatever," you shrugged. "I'm lucky to have found someone who helped me get over it."

"That's cute," Dani smiled. "And I'm very happy. But you should know that Hanni has been deadass jealous at least three times since then. I mean she denies it. But I can read her face."

"That's her problem. She should have known better than to leave me like a dog in the cold."

Dani chuckled.

"Look, in her defense, I must say that everyone's life is really turned upside down right now. It hasn't been easy."

"I know it hasn't been, but that doesn't stop anyone from having some emotional intelligence. Anyway, enjoy your meal, dear."

Everything was as delicious as you'd hoped, and Dani was so enamored with the sfogliatella that she ordered another one to go. You could have stayed and chatted for a while longer, but you had other places to take her. And what better way to go than to a museum?

Dani loved art; she was almost as devoted to it as you were. If there was anyone who would appreciate the Uffizi Gallery, it would be her, without a doubt. So that was your next destination.

"Hey, it's not that I'm not excited about going to the museum, but can we go shopping later?" Dani asked as you drove to the gallery. "I want you to know that my suitcase is purposely half empty."

You chuckled.

"Are you serious?" you said, your eyes on the road. "Well, it wouldn't hurt to update my closet. I'm in."

"Great! Because I don't know anyone better to be a fashion judge than you."

"Well, yeah, that's obvious. And...?"

"That you'll have to approve every item I want to buy," Dani leaned over the center console between the seats and leaned close to your ear. "Even the underwear," she whispered.

"Danielle Marsh, should I find an alley and fuck you on the hood of the car? I swear to God you're getting on my nerves."

"We don't have time for that, dummy," Dani replied, returning to her seat. "We have a museum to go to, remember? And then some shopping to do."

The sugary, innocent tone of her voice, along with her cute Aussie accent, made you let out a heavy breath. There was no possible objection you could make; after all, you were the one responsible for your itinerary. But at this rate, with two days still ahead of you, there was no doubt that things were going to happen more than once.

You sincerely hoped so, because that tight body was a marvel.

A short 10-minute drive later, you arrived at the Uffizi Gallery, a massive building that housed entire collections of Renaissance paintings on the banks of the Arno River. The tour lasted almost three hours, as you spent a good amount of time talking about each of the most interesting paintings, such as The Birth of Venus or Spring by Sandro Botticelli, or Caravaggio's Medusa, among the dozens of others in the museum.

By the time you finished your visit it was around 2 p.m. Dani loved every second of the tour, which was especially satisfying for you since it was the first place you'd thought of showing her when she'd asked you to be her tour guide a few days earlier. Nothing was better than having someone reaffirm your excellent tastes and actually enjoy them.

"The Birth of Venus is a beauty in person, wow," Dani said, scrolling through her gallery to see all the photos she'd taken. She was no longer wearing her jacket: now it was wrapped around her waist, leaving her in a fitted black polo shirt. "Wait, wasn't that the one attacked by environmental activists last year?"

"That's one, yeah," you nodded. You were taking a break in front of the gallery entrance, leaning against the stone railing that overlooked the river. The sun was already peeking out from under the blanket of clouds in the sky, reflecting on the still-calm water. "Idiots who think that'll change anything. They only gained six months in jail."

"Well, at least they tried to make a change. It's something."

"You wanna know how I think a change can be made? It's not pretty, and it has to do with multibillionaires."

"Nope, I don't wanna know," Dani said, looking up to pat you on the chest. "You know what I do want to know? How many new clothes can I bring home."

"Don't you want lunch first? I know the perfect place."

"I don't think I'm hungry yet. Let's go shopping, come on!" Dani said with a little jump, grinning from ear to ear to try to convince you.

"Consumerism consumes you, girl."

"And it makes me happy too!" Dani took your hand and pulled you along as if she knew the way—she didn't. "Walk!"

Well, anyway, you had no choice.

After a couple of minutes of walking, you reached the place where you had parked the car. You got in and headed toward Via de' Tornabuoni, a long, straight street lined with luxury brand stores on every side and at every corner.

A little over five minutes later, you were there. You parked a corner early, near the Column of Justice, an iconic monument in Piazza Santa Trinita. When you got out, you just had to walk straight until you entered the aforementioned street.

The first store was Burberry. Dani let you search first, knowing that she would be the one who would take the longest. There weren't many things that caught your eye there; you only ended up picking up a black wool sweater, an oversized cotton T-shirt, some sneakers, and a gold ring.

Dani, on the other hand, was a Burberry ambassador, and therefore felt a greater affinity for the brand than you did. Her choices were more varied, and while you didn't end up approving of all of them, the number of items she bought almost doubled yours.

And of course, she also struck the first blow.

Without you realizing it, she'd sneaked a swimsuit into the clothes she was going to try on, and she sent you a photo from the fitting room wearing the tight garment, which perfectly hugged her slim, curvy figure. There were two photos: one from the front and one from the side. Both blatantly suggestive. The design was very pretty, it was worth noting: white stripes and black checks on a beige base. Approved.

The next stop was right in front, across the street. Pucci's extravagant and colorful prints weren't exactly your favorite, so you didn't check out too many things: just an iridescent hoodie, some swim shorts, a lighter case—yes, they had those—and a three-pack of trunks. It's not like you had much to do with it, either; Pucci was a brand more focused on women, and the men's section was tiny compared to the rest of the store.

Dani took her time again. Her tastes matched her personality, and unlike you, she loved colorful clothes with abstract designs. So she swept every corner of the store, grabbing item after item to try on. She also included a three-pack of briefs, which she thought you hadn't realized she'd snatched.

So it didn't take you by surprise when, from the fitting room, she sent you photos of herself trying on the panties. One photo for each style: the multicolored one, with an abstract pattern of curved shapes in black, white, pink, purple, and beige; the white ones, and the black ones. Now you received back shots of her pretty ass, and also close-up shots of her crotch at stupidly hot angles. Approved. And now you were horny.

"You know I'm throbbing for you right now, right?" you asked quietly in her ear as she paid for her clothes. You'd already paid for yours. Between Burberry and this one, you'd already spent around $5,000.

Dani held back a smile and turned around after a few seconds to lean closer to your ear.

"Good for you," she replied. "But we still have a lot of stores to see. Hang in there."

Reluctantly, you followed her back to the opposite side of the street, this time to enter Tiffany & Co.—where the necklace you bought for Wony was from. Being a jewelry, watches, and accessories brand, there was no attack towards you this time. But it was by far the place that took you the longest.

Dani could afford to buy everything she'd been buying up until now, yes. But there were things in that store whose prices were exorbitant, so she only ended up buying two pairs of earrings for 3.100 euros each. What she didn't know was that you were feeling pretty generous that day, and you let her choose anything else regardless of the price.

Her choice was a diamond ring, specifically the Tiffany Titan designed by Pharrell Williams. 12,000 euros. Convincing her that it was fine and that you wanted to buy it because you wanted to was a difficult task, but in the end, you managed to get her to leave the store wearing the ring and with a smile on her face.

The next store was Celine. There, the number of items you bought broke that day's record, but it was Dani who was most hesitant about her choice. There were only a few things she actually tried on that you approved of. That was because her focus had changed: more damn swimwear.

Celine had been one of the stores with the most swimwear so far, and you were sure Dani had sent you photos of herself in almost all of them, including the bikinis. Some were prettier than others, you even told her to buy a pair. But they all shared the same common factor, and that was her tight body looking delicious in every single photo.

It was already getting too difficult to hide how needy you were for her. Dani knew it, and she enjoyed every second of it, knowing that, despite you being the guide and the reason she was there in the first place, she was in control. Everything indicated that she wouldn't be satisfied until you set foot in every single store on the damned street.

Sadly, that’s how it was.

Alexander McQueen, Balenciaga—one of your favorite brands—, Fendi, Jil Sander, Prada—where, to your surprise, the attendants already recognized you as a new brand ambassador, and let you choose whatever you wanted to take with you at no cost—, Gucci, Giorgio Armani, Bvlgari, and finally Versace. In absolutely every store you bought at least one or two items, and you didn't even keep track of how much you'd spent anymore.

The problem was that the number of bags you were carrying was bordering on the bizarre. You didn't know the exact number; you only knew that you were also holding two with your teeth and that you'd have to make two trips.

Thank goodness the car was close, because you were starting to feel empathy for the poor pack animals. The bags you were already carrying filled the back seats and the footwell, while the rest went into the trunk next to Dani's suitcase.

"Jesus, it seems like we raided the entire street," you sighed, getting into the car. You closed your eyes with your hands on your knees, your head resting on the seat.

"It was quite a productive afternoon, don't complain," Dani replied.

"I have plenty of reasons to complain."

Dani didn't respond. You heard her shift in her seat, but you thought she was just searching for something in her bag or something else. When you opened your eyes and looked at her, your eyes nearly popped out of your head.

She had taken off the heavy skirt she was wearing, along with her shoes. Now she was wearing only her black polo shirt, stockings, and a pair of black panties. Your sense of alarm went off, making you look around in every direction in case anyone was watching. The car windows weren't completely black, just tinted, so if anyone had taken a look, they would have seen Dani half-naked in the passenger seat.

"Dani, what the fuck are you doing?!" you asked, rushing to start the car.

"I'm making up for the inconvenience," Dani retorted, and as you hurried to get out of there, she reached out to squeeze your cock through your pants. "Or are you not throbbing for me anymore?"

"You didn't have to fucking strip in the middle of the square," you scolded her, driving without knowing where to go. An alley was what you were looking for, but being so central in the city, it would be a difficult task. "Someone could have seen you."

"So what? No one knows me here," Dani said, unbuttoning your pants to unzip them and slip her hand into your boxers. Her fingers wrapped around your cock, rubbing it until it was hard. "To them I would’ve just been some exhibitionist Asian whore."

"At least one of those three things is true."

You gasped as Dani pulled your pants down to your mid-thighs and held your cock upright, slowly moving her hand over it.

"Yeah, I may be a whore," Dani acknowledged as she gave you a lazy handjob. "But you've been craving this whore's pussy all afternoon. You haven't even bothered to hide it."

Well, that was a point well earned.

Dani sped up her hand movements, not caring how focused you had to be to drive through certain stretches and certain curves. Then she climbed onto her knees in her seat and spat into her hand before returning it to your shaft. Her wrist was now moving at a fast, steady pace. Not abrupt or frantic. Careful and measured.

As you stopped at a light, Dani stopped her hand and moved from sitting on her heels to back on the seat, only now, carefully, she leaned her back against the car door and stretched her long legs into your lap, lifting her feet and removing her stockings right next to your face. With her now bare feet, she lowered them to your cock and took it between them.

"Dani, for God's sake," you gasped, taking one hand off the wheel and moving it to her lower abdomen, rubbing her pussy over her panties with your thumb. "How do you expect me to drive like this?"

"Find a way. That's not my problem," Dani replied, now masturbating you with her pretty feet.

You were forced to return your hand to the wheel when the light turned green, and also to speed up as you searched for an alley. All the while Dani's feet moved up and down on your cock. At certain points, you could afford to touch her, rubbing her slit again and again until her panties were wet. It got to the point where her panties were already pushed aside, and whenever you could afford to finger her, you did.

It took you 15 minutes to find a damn decent spot. Along the way, you'd probably angered more than one driver with your erratic driving, but it wasn't your damn fault.

The alley was narrow enough, with a residential building on the left and the wall of a small garage on the right. A few meters ahead, where the alley opened up, there was a guardhouse, but the lights were off and no one seemed to be inside. It wasn't the right place to take her outside and commit an obscene act, but at least it gave you discretion inside the car.

As soon as you parked and turned off the car, Dani swung her legs from your lap and hurriedly climbed over the console to straddle you. Her arms flung around your neck and her lips crashed down on yours. And you hurried to use the buttons on the side of the seat to move it away from the steering wheel and then tilt it all the way back.

Dani cradled your face in her hands, kissing you between small moans and heavy breaths. Her legs settled between the sides of your body and the car seat as you wrapped your arms around her slender body, sliding your hands under her shirt to feel her back, then lowering them to her small waist and then her ass.

You lifted your hips and pulled the rest of your pants down to your heels, then pushed Dani's panties aside to grasp your cock and rub it against her folds, already slick with wetness. Dani also lifted her hips and slowly impaled herself on your cock until she took it all inside her tight pussy.

"Mmmgh fuck," Dani moaned against your lips, moving her hands down to your chest. Her firm little ass rested against your pelvis. "I can't believe it's been six months since I last had this cock inside me."

"Time flies, huh?" You gasped, holding her waist as she began to move her hips, fucking herself with every inch of you. "And who knew the first time I was inside you was also on Italian soil?"

"Oh I wouldn't mind being fucked every time I set foot in this country if it was you."

Dani went slowly at first, letting you feel her grippy folds hugging your cock every time she lowered her hips. Her lips moved from yours to your jaw and chin, planting small kisses on them, something she, being such a romantic, loved to do. Meanwhile, you groped her ass with gentle squeezes, returning the kisses she gave you but on her neck.

The car began to shake a bit as Dani accelerated, now moving her hips as fast as she could without jumping. That changed when she managed to prop her feet up on the seat and start bouncing on your cock, her hands braced under your pecs and her eyes on yours. Her face, gorgeous as usual, twisted with moans until her mouth fell open and her head fell back.

"Are you gonna cum, hmm?" you asked, holding her under her buttocks as she bounced on your cock. The sight of her abdomen bulging with your shaft increased your revs a thousandfold.

Dani just nodded, stifling a moan against her bitten lip. The sound of her ass slamming against you drowned out the music playing from the car speakers far below.

Her orgasm simmered inside her until she exploded with a squeal that muffled against your lips as she fell forward.

You wrapped your arms around her as she came on your cock, her body shaking until she moved her hips up and down again. Then, with your hands on her tiny waist and kissing her, you took control and began to fuck her hard and fast. Dani sank her teeth into your lower lip and pulled it before looking up at you.

"Are you gonna cum as well daddy?" Dani asked, gently cradling your face in her hands. "Would you do it in my mouth? I don't want to get dirty yet."

"Dirtier than riding me in the middle of a remote alley?" you gasped.

"I don't have anything on hand to clean up the big load you're gonna shoot inside me," Dani's words rushed out of her mouth. "So I'd rather swallow it."

So be it, then. Honestly, you didn't feel like getting cum on the seat of a Maserati either. Sacrilege.

Your hands moved down to Dani's ass and squeezed it as you started going faster than usual. Seconds later, as your cock began to tingle, you patted her back in warning. Dani quickly got off you and stumbled to her seat, kneeling up, bending over you, and taking the tip of your cock between her lips as you jerked off.

Dani's small sucks and licks on your tip sped up your climax considerably, and just a couple of seconds later, you exploded inside her mouth.

Dani took charge and slid her lips down your cock to suck it and take your load in her mouth. Her moans as she swallowed drop after drop made you moan too, holding the back of her head as she slurped on your shaft with slow, deep strokes.

When you emptied your balls down her throat, Dani pulled you out of her mouth and licked her lips. She straightened her back and looked at you with a sly smile, still holding your cock.

"Shall we go to the hotel, daddy?" she asked in that tone of voice that always drove you crazy, and let go of your cock to look around. Once she made sure no one was watching, she laid her eyes on you again and tilted her head. "The appetizer was delicious, but I'm starting to need that lunch."

"Yeah, but please get dressed before a busybody comes along," you said, and sat up to pull up your pants and boxers. "Those are abundant in Italy."

Dani hurried to obey your order, readjusting her underwear and putting on her skirt as you returned your seat to its normal position. When she settled into her seat, you started the car and reversed out of the alley, turned around, and headed back to the hotel.

It was around 7:30 p.m. when you finally arrived at the Four Seasons. Getting out of the car, you immediately went inside to ask some bellboys to help you with the bags you and Dani couldn't carry and with her suitcase. One of the guys—the same one who had guided you to your suite yesterday—took the lead with Dani's suitcase. The other one escorted you from behind.

Dani frowned as you stepped out into the hotel garden, confused by the path you were taking.

"Are we camping or what?" Dani asked, looking at the trees around you as you left the hotel behind. Not bothered by it, but curious. As if the possibility excited her.

"Close, but better than that," you replied. "You'll see."

A couple of minutes later, Dani's face lit up as she saw the cabin in the distance.

"No way..." she said softly, the light from the lampposts near the roundabout reflecting in her pretty eyes. "Is that...?"

"Aha," you nodded.

Dani was as amazed as you were yesterday as you passed under the arch, unable to close her mouth. She gasped in surprise as she stepped through and looked around the immense garden you had, paying special attention to the pool. The bellboys continued walking and went to leave the things they were carrying in the living room, not in the bedroom since you had left those doors closed with the curtains drawn.

"Oh gosh, this is gorgeous!" Dani sighed, a small smile on her face. The bellboys returned and offered to carry what you were carrying inside as well. "Yes, please. Thank you."

"I knew you'd like it," you smiled, handing the bags you were carrying to one of the bellboys. "Fratello, sai parlare inglese?"

"Of course, sir," one of the bellboys nodded with a thick accent.

"When you get those things inside, can you put that table here in the garden?" you asked, pointing to the table on the right side of the cabin under a small porch. "It's for lunch."

The bellboy nodded and, along with his colleague, carried the rest of the things inside.

"Man, I could live here forever," Dani said, taking a few steps onto the grass.

Dani walked a little further, passed under the umbrella, and stood on some wooden planks placed end to end to dry off after getting out of the pool. She stood on her tiptoes to peer in.

"Good thing you bought swimsuits, huh?" you asked with a chuckle, watching out of the corner of your eye as the bellboys carried the table to where you'd indicated.

"See? And then you say the afternoon wasn't productive," Dani giggled.

When the bellboys had put everything back in place, they returned to you. You thanked them both, and as you passed under the arch, you went to Dani's.

"Hey, let's go inside and call for lunch."

"Lunch? It's almost 8 at night."

"Dinnerlunch. Whatever the fuck you want to call it dude."

"Fair, let's go," Dani nodded and followed you inside. "We'll use that pool, right?"

"Of course we will," you replied. "But I think we'll have more fun in the indoor bathtub."

Dani just laughed before entering the cabin with you.

While you called the front desk, Dani took her suitcase and some of her bags to the bedroom to organize her clothes. She came back a short time later to decide what you were going to eat together.

The order you placed was large enough that you wouldn't have to order anything else for the rest of the night. You waited for it sitting at the table outside, still in your clothes since you wanted to eat before showering.

The wait staff arrived—quite understandingly considering how far the hotel was from the suite—about 15 minutes later, bringing your appetizers and drinks first. A classic bellini for Dani and a bergamot-infused negroni for you. Another 20 minutes later, the main courses arrived. Dani had ordered branzino al forno, with caramelized fennel and cauliflower puree, while you had fresh pasta with butter and white truffle. You both also had oven-roasted vegetables and arugula salad on the side.

"Hey, thanks for this, Ezio," Dani said a while later, when you'd finished your main courses. You were sipping white wine from your glass, a Vernaccia di San Gimignano. "This is just beautiful."

"Don't thank me, I like seeing people happy," you replied, setting your glass aside. "And I was looking forward to coming back here to Florence. So it's a win-win."

"You have to go to Milan after this, right?" Dani asked, then sipped her wine.

"Yup," you nodded, picking up a slice of veal left over from the appetizer and bringing it to your mouth.

"How are you holding up with that? Prada Global Ambassador, who would have thought."

"I try not to think about it," you replied, still chewing but covering your mouth with the back of your hand. "If I think about it too much I'll end up having a panic attack."

"But isn't it one of the things you've always wanted?"

"It is. But it's a whole new level of pressure for me. More exposure. More fame. You're never prepared for that stuff."

"I don't think you're taking the fame badly," Dani tilted her head. "You've been doing well so far. Although I understand what you're saying, now you have to be twice as perfect with all those cameras pointed at you."

"Yeah, and I've never dealt with anything like that. Not in the art world, at least."

"It's a new step, dear."

"A huge one," you sighed. "Anyway. Are you going to shower first, or am I?"

"Me," Dani carefully rose from her seat and took a quick sip of her wine. "And then I'll get back to organizing what I bought."

"Okay, hurry up."

Dani went inside, and you stood there alone, gazing at the slightly cloudy night sky while smoking a cigarette. After finishing it, you left two 500-euro bills under a salt shaker as a tip and went inside to call reception to come and collect the dishes. The only thing you brought inside was the bottle of wine, which you'd pay for separately.

While Dani showered, you started closing the remaining door and curtains, and, just as she'd planned, organizing all the clothes you'd bought. When she came out after about 20 minutes, you'd already replaced most of the clothes in your suitcase with new ones. But that left you with the small problem of not knowing what to do with the old ones.

"And now what am I supposed to do with all this?" you asked yourself, pointing at the clothes you'd left on the floor.

"I don't know," Dani replied behind you, getting dressed. "Buy a new suitcase?

"How the hell am I going to take three suitcases to Milan?"

"If you're taking two, you can take three."

"I don't think that's how it works," you turned your head to look at her out of the corner of your eye. "Can I turn around now?"

"No!" Dani said quickly. You could smell the oatmeal in the body lotion she was applying.

"I've seen you naked before, what's the difference?"

"Vulnerability!"

You sighed.

"Well, I'll go take a shower," you stood up. "By the way, I brought my Switch. Wanna...?"

"Yeah!"

"Nice. You can go take it out of my backpack and set it up." I'll be right back."

You walked straight to the bathroom, undressed, and stepped into the shower, letting the hot water run over your body for about five minutes before actually washing yourself. When you were finished and walked out to the bedroom with the towel around your waist, you found Dani kneeling in front of the TV, plugging in cables.

"That's it, stay like that while I get dressed," you said, going to get your clothes.

Dani chuckled.

"Vindictive bastard."

You hurriedly put on your sleepwear and went to help her. With the Switch already installed on the TV, you both climbed into bed and started playing a new game of It Takes Two—the main one was untouchable, since it was your game with Wony. The hours flew by, and you ended up leaving it when Dani felt sleepy around 1 a.m.

The next day was going to be long with all the destinations you were taking Dani to, so you couldn't afford to go to bed much later. You stood up and went to put the JoyCons back in their holders, then closed the doors and went back to bed with Dani. Soon you were asleep.

Dani woke up before you the next morning. She was the one who opened the bedroom curtains, allowing sunlight to filter through the glass door and shine directly into your eyes.

That morning you had breakfast in the suite, and immediately afterward you got dressed to head to your first stop: the Cathedral of Santa Maria del Fiore.

Before entering, you spent about half an hour seeing it from as many angles as possible, admiring the beautiful white marble façade full of small details. Then you went inside the Duomo, and finally, you paid for the access to Filippo Brunelleschi's dome.

The 463 steps you climbed to reach the top of the dome were worth every second of physical effort, as you ascended, you saw the Judgment Day frescoes by Vasari and Zuccari up close. Once you reached the top, you were greeted by a beautiful panoramic view of all of Florence that made you forget you couldn't feel your legs anymore.

About ten minutes later, after taking as many photos as possible and having the private guide you had hired fill you in on the historical context, you descended from the dome and left the cathedral to walk right next to it, to Giotto's Campanile, one of the four monuments in Piazza del Duomo.

The visit was brief there. Your legs were sore from climbing the dome a moment ago, so you settled for seeing it from the outside, delighted with admiring the bas-reliefs and niches at the base of the tower.

The tour of Piazza Duomo ended with the Baptistery of San Giovanni, one of Florence's most famous religious buildings and the oldest in the square. This was by far Dani's favorite monument, simply because of the great amount of natural light it received and the impressive Byzantine mosaics inside the dome.

The next stop was the Mercato Nuovo and then the Mercato Centrale, both local markets with vendors everywhere. There, you bought souvenirs and tried street food, and when it was time for lunch, you headed to the Enoteca Pinchiorri, a magnificent 3-Michelin-star restaurant.

After that, you still felt good enough to continue. First, to Piazza della Signoria, probably the most famous square in all of Florence and the most visited, packed with historic buildings and points of interest. You let the rest of the night go by before heading out to dinner, and exhausted from that meal, you returned to the hotel around 11 p.m.

"Fuck, I'm exhausted," Dani sighed, dropping her bag on the coffee table in the living room before throwing herself onto the couch.

"And me," you said, closing the glass doors behind you. "Those 463 steps left me feeling dead."

You walked around the table and went to sit on the other couch, sinking into the seat with your head resting on a pillow. Dani rolled over to look at you.

"Are you sleepy already?" Dani asked.

"Nah, why?" You raised your hands to hug the pillow behind your head.

"I don't know, I thought we could... you know, do something."

"Something like what?"

"Didn't you tell me we could have fun in the tub?" Dani raised an eyebrow.

You smiled.

"I was waiting for you to say that." You let go of the pillow and leaned forward. "Because actually, I prepared for it."

"Oh, did you?"

You stood up and stood beside the couch where she was lying, hands clasped behind her back.

"Will you wait here, please?"

"Go ahead, take your time," Dani giggled.

All the things you were going to use to prepare the tub were inside one of the dresser drawers in the bathroom. It was the morning Dani arrived—before you left the hotel—that you had all of that stuff brought in, and of course you had spared no expense.

The first thing you did was partially close the blinds on the window on the wall next to the tub and close the curtains on the window facing the entrance, allowing only a minimum of light from outside to filter into the room. Then you started arranging scented candles: one in each corner of the tub, and three more arranged in a triangle above the dresser. After turning them all on, you turned off the room lights and made way for the dim candlelight.

The next step was to find your portable speaker and put on a playlist of R&B and jazz of your own making, so you could concentrate on preparing the bath. While you filled it with hot water, you added mineral bath salts, a few drops of rose essential oil, and a splash of oat and almond oil to make the water silky smooth. The foam was generous, enough to cover your skin but not making it look like shaving foam.

With the bath ready, you slipped out as quietly as possible to the living room to grab the bottle of white wine you had bought and a bowl of raspberries, grapes, and pieces of milk chocolate from the mini-freezer. You placed everything on a silver tray on the floor to one side of the bath: the glasses with chilled white wine on the sides, and the bowl in the center. Finally, on the edge of the tub, you placed massage oil, a natural sponge, and homemade soap.

"Dani! Come here!" you called her.

Dani hurried to answer your call and bumped into you outside the tub room. She tried to sneak a look behind you, but you shifted your body so she couldn't see much.

"Wait a minute," you said, standing under the frame. "Close your eyes."

Dani obeyed, and you were quick to stand behind her and cover her eyes with both hands.

"Come on, walk forward," you whispered in her ear.

You and Dani walked into the tub room. Then you uncovered her eyes.

"Oh my god..." Dani gasped, looking around with a small smile. "You did all this by yourself?"

"Well, yeah, what do you think? All the doors are locked."

"Wow... you really went all out in here," Dani giggled, taking a few steps forward before squatting down on the side of the tub. She moved her fingers on the water. "Oh, it's warm."

"You like it like that?" you said behind her.

Dani looked at you over her shoulder.

"I love it. You know that."

"Should we go in?"

"Yeah..." Dani stood up to face you. "But close your eyes."

"Why?"

"Just do it, Ezio."

You closed your eyes, and instantly heard Dani stir. Clothes falling to the floor, and then the water stirring after a slight splash.

"You can look now."

When you opened your eyes, the first thing you saw was the pile of Dani's clothes in front of your feet, bra and panties included. Then you looked up and found her in the tub, sitting on the right side, the foam in the water covering her breasts.

"You did that so I wouldn't see you naked?" you chuckled.

"A little playfulness never hurts, right?" Dani said with a raised eyebrow. She'd also pulled her hair back into that signature double bun that looked so pretty on her, with a few strands falling down the sides of her forehead.

"Don't look at me either."

Dani giggled.

"Okay, okay. I won't."

Dani covered her eyes, and you quickly stripped down to get into the tub with her. The space wasn't too big, so you ended up touching the sides of her buttocks with the insides of your feet when you stretched out your legs. Dani then stretched out her legs too, resting her feet on your lap, right at the top of your thighs.

"Gosh, the water is delicious," Dani sighed, closing her eyes for a moment to lean back against the tub wall. When she opened them again, she looked at the floor beside you. "And what about that massage oil?"

"I don't know, just in case," you left both arms out of the water so you could pick up your wine glass. "Do you want some?"

Dani also picked up her glass, along with a couple of grapes, which she brought to her mouth to wash down with the wine.

"Mmm, che buono," Dani said, and couldn't help but laugh at your face.

"You've picked up Italian expressions so quickly?" you chuckled, as she picked up another couple of grapes.

"It's not that difficult, you say them without realizing it," Dani brought a grape to your mouth.

You plucked the grape from between Dani's fingers with your mouth.

"It's the consequence of spending days back here, sorry," you said, chewing the grape. "When I return to Korea it will be horrible to have to speak Korean again."

"God, don't even mention it," Dani sighed, and thinking you wouldn't notice, she placed a foot on your thigh, moving it very slowly. "I've been speaking English for a whole month now."

Like her, you discreetly placed your left hand on her knee to caress her skin with your fingertips.

"You can move here to Italy," you tilted your head, staring into her eyes. She looked gorgeous in the candlelight. "Naples would suit you perfectly; you're a sunshine girl."

Dani giggled, holding your gaze. Her foot moved closer to your crotch, very close to your pubic bone.

"In the future, who knows?" Dani took another sip of her wine and popped two pieces of chocolate into her mouth. "I haven't closed the door on crazier things."

"Even if it means moving to a completely different country than Australia or Korea?"

That night you were feeling peckish, eager to warm up, so you picked up your wine glass and emptied it completely down your throat.

"I'd need help, of course," Dani did the same as you, without a single scrunch, and set the glass aside. "You know, maybe a local advisor... sexy and handsome, preferably."

"As a northerner I don't think I'm exactly an expert on Naples. But I meet the last two requirements, I think."

"You meet them with flying colors, that's for sure," Dani inched her foot from your lap to your lower abdomen, caressing it with her toes. "And you're excellent at making your guests comfortable."

"Have you felt comfortable here in Florence with me?" Not wanting to be left behind, you moved your hand up as far as you could go without reaching so you could stroke her thigh with each finger.

"Oh, very comfortable," Dani nodded. "You've done a fantastic job as a guide. But you know what? I feel like you could..." Dani let the sentence hang in the air for a moment, and you felt her foot rise up your chest until it emerged from the water right in front of your face, covered in foam. "Do it better."

And with that alone, Dani got your blood pumping to your groin at the sight of part of her wet leg sticking out of the foamy water.

"Fuck, are you calling me incompetent?" you asked.

Dani laughed and rested her foot on your chest.

"What are you talking about, dummy? No, not at all." Dani moved her other leg underwater and pressed the sole of her other foot against your cock, accelerating your erection. "I'm just saying you can do even better."

"And how exactly could I do that?" you asked, taking her foot to lift it out of the water and skim off the foam. Her other foot was beginning to move along your cock.

"Just try," Dani replied. "I don't think it'll go badly for you."

Without further ado or wanting to delay the inevitable, you took Dani's foot by the heel and brought her big toe to your mouth. At first, the taste wasn't too pleasant, given all the bath products in the water, but that became irrelevant when you started salivating on her soft toes.

Dani muffled a moan against her puckered lips, rubbing you from tip to balls with her right foot. She picked up the wine bottle from the floor, and after uncorking it, she drank directly from it, a good gulp that went down her throat and spilled from the corners of her lips to her sexy neck.

"Do you want some, daddy?" Dani asked softly, while you swirled your tongue around her big toe and rubbed the underside of her thigh with your hands.

You nodded, took her foot out of your mouth, and lifted your head. Dani knelt up, finally letting you see her pretty little tits. She moved through the water until she was positioned on your lap, her knees on either side of your hips. She grabbed your head and tilted it back, and you opened your mouth for her to pour wine into it.

"It's delicious, isn't it?" Dani said, kissing you for a moment after you swallowed the wine. "What do you think of this?"

Dani took another long gulp of wine, then floated her face over yours and let the wine fall from her mouth to yours. That turned you on so much that your cock throbbed underwater and brushed against her pussy for a second.

"Fuck," you gasped, wrapping your arms around her slender frame to press her against you and taste her lips. "Give me your tits."

Dani lifted her chest and held her perky, wet breasts right in front of your eyes. You placed your hands on her back and brought one to your mouth. Dani immediately poured wine over her collarbone, letting it run down her skin and allowing you to suck it into your mouth from her breasts. As you did, she continued to drink straight from the bottle. Until, between gulps and spills, the bottle was empty.

"Turn around, darling," you said, giving one last suck to one of her nipples. "I know another way to make you comfortable."

Dani placed the empty bottle on the floor next to the tray and turned around to sit between your legs, resting her back on your chest and her head on your left shoulder. She turned her face so that it was inches from yours, and you gently took her chin and brought your lips together.

As your kiss heated up and you were exploring each other's mouths with your tongues, you slowly lowered one hand down her chest and toned abdomen until you reached her pussy, which you began to rub slowly with your ring and middle fingers.

Dani moaned against your lips and opened her legs, lifting them over yours. Your other hand slid from her waist to her breasts, cupping one to squeeze and pinch her nipple. Meanwhile, you gradually accelerated the movement of your right wrist until the rapid circles caused your lips to part and her to lean back against your shoulder and relax.

"Is this what you had in mind?" you asked in her ear, gently sucking on her earlobe. Dani twisted her hips slightly, causing your cock to rub against her lower back. "I hope I'm doing a good job."

"You're doing great, daddy," Dani gasped with her eyes closed, holding your left wrist with her left hand and your neck with her right. "But could you maybe...?"

No more words were necessary. You stopped your fingers, and between kisses on her cheek, you lowered them down her folds to carefully insert them inside her pussy. Deni tensed and tightened her grip on your neck as you reached deep inside her tight pussy, only leaving your knuckles outside.

"Open your mouth," you whispered as she let out a moan.

Dani obeyed, and you stretched out your left arm to grab a piece of chocolate and place it in her mouth. As she chewed, you made her moan by pumping your fingers in and out of her pussy.

"Oh fuck daddy," Dani moaned, her chest rising and falling with her labored breathing. She put her left hand underwater, slid it between your bodies, and with a grip that was somewhat uncomfortable for her, stroked it up and down. "I want to suck your cock so bad."

"Cum first and it'll be all yours, baby," you murmured against her neck, planting kisses.

"God, I'd be happy to."

Dani turned her face and met your lips again, arching her back and moaning against them as you pumped your fingers faster and faster. The water began to slosh and churn as you began to use all the strength in your arm to make Dani squeal with pleasure.

"Yes, yes... keep going, daddy, keep going, yes! Mmmmgh!!"

Part of Dani's breasts bulged out of the water as her orgasm crashed through her. You wrapped your left arm around her and held her close. Dani writhed underwater, causing some to spill over the side of the tub and nearly extinguishing one of the candles.

"That's a good girl," you gasped, your fingers deep inside her, only moving the tips to stimulate her upper wall. "Remind me what you wanted?"

"Suck your cock, daddy," Dani sighed, still trembling. "So bad."

"Let me up then."

Dani moved forward and gave you room to carefully stand up. When she turned around and got onto her knees, your erect, throbbing cock was between her eyes. Her hand quickly went to it to remove the lather and soap, and then she didn't hesitate to take it directly into her mouth.

You moaned as Dani's lips slid in a single motion halfway down your shaft, sucking on those first few inches without paying any attention to your eyes. Her hands stayed on the sides of your thighs as she pushed her limits further and further, finally stopping when her gag reflex kicked in just a few feet from your base. She pulled you out of her mouth with a gasp.

"Mmmm, so tasty," Dani moaned. She looked up at you while biting her lower lip. Her hand stroked your cock for a moment before placing wet kisses on the underside. "Are you going to give me the best fuck of my life with this cock, daddy?"

Dani took you back into her mouth and didn't let you respond immediately.

"God," you gasped, as Dani sucked your cock with slow, deep pumps. "I promise you won't walk well tomorrow."

"Good thing we're not planning on going out tomorrow, then," Dani replied one last time before focusing fully on giving you a wet and sensual blowjob.

Dani's loud slurps harmonized with the soothing jazz playing in the background. The scene was wonderful, and it felt even better. But Dani's slender body, wet and illuminated by the warm candlelight, was already starting to look irresistible to you.

A minute passed when you stopped her and helped her stand. Dani quickly grabbed your face and kissed you. You wrapped your arms around her in a tight hug, reciprocating the kiss while your hands moved to her back and ass. After a moment, you grabbed her by the waist and turned her around. Dani's first instinct was to bend forward, brace her hands against the wall, and arch her back to give you her ass. Then, you placed your hand on her lower back, took your cock and guided it between her buttocks, and slowly began to fill her tight pussy with throbbing flesh.

"Mmm fuck," Dani moaned softly. "Put it all in daddy, all of it. Please."

Dani let out a louder moan as the entire length of your shaft disappeared inside her tiny pussy. Her head fell between her shoulders, and she lifted it again to look at you over her shoulder. Your eyes locked on each other's as you began to pump your hips. Dani's tight walls forced you to go slowly at first, but as you stretched her inside, you finally allowed yourself to pick up speed.

"Fuck me hard daddy," Dani begged with a pretty moan. "My tight body can handle it..."

Despite her pleas, you took a moment to enjoy how good her pussy felt inside at a slow, deliberate pace, watching her outer walls clench so tightly around your shaft. There was no rush, and Dani didn't complain about it. But the look in her eyes told you that what she desperately needed was for you to pound her like an animal.

So be it.

With one hand gripping her tiny waist and the other on the back of her neck, you began pounding her pussy so hard that drops of water splashed out of her buttocks with each collision of your pelvis. Dani squealed, her tight body being shaken by every inch of your cock.

"Yes daddy, just like that!" Dani moaned, struggling to hold onto the wall without slipping. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!!"

Aware of the danger of her wet hands and the fact that she was holding onto a marble wall, you grabbed Dani by the wrists and pulled her arms back. She instinctively raised her body slightly, but kept her back arched so you could continue fucking her, while you held her behind her elbows.

Between strong, fast thrusts, Dani came a second time without warning, her knees shaking like the rest of her body. It was easy to fall there, so in an effort to avoid a tragedy, you quickly pulled her towards you and pressed her back against your chest, holding her upright with your left hand on her neck and the other on her waist.

"Give me more, daddy," Dani said in a small voice, her hand on yours at her neck. She squeezed as a signal for you to do the same, and you did, tightening your fingers around her long neck. "Just like that, fuck."

A new round of hard pounding on her pussy began, causing Dani to erupt in a wave of screams that rattled your eardrums from very close range.

The fear of falling was still there; you felt it in the unreliable grip your feet had on the bathtub floor, so you wanted to get out of there quickly. The quickest solution was to slide your right hand from her waist to her pussy, and with the use of two of your fingers, rub her clit in quick circles while you fucked her until Dani came again.

"Oh my god!!" Dani screamed, thrusting her hips back. Her spasms shook every muscle in her body. "So goood!!"

"Let's go outside, baby," you whispered in her ear after a minute, when Dani relaxed her muscles. "I wouldn't want to fall here and break my neck."

Dani nodded, and you pulled her out to hand her a towel. You both got out of the tub and dried off quickly.

"Want to try that massage oil?" you asked, somewhat desperate to get back inside her pussy but careful not to let it out.

"Whatever you want, daddy," Dani replied, leaving her towel spread out on the bathroom floor. She lay on top of it, her legs intertwined and her hands crossed on her abdomen as she looked at you.

You squatted down and grabbed the massage oil, a small purple bottle of about 300 milliliters that said it smelled of almonds and lavender. With it in your hand, you went to Dani and spread her legs to enter her pussy again. Dani arched her back and moaned, at which point you began pouring the oil in long lines all over her body.

"Mmm, it's warm," Dani said. Her eyes followed your hands as they spread the oil over her body, leaving her skin slick and shiny in their wake. "Do I look sexy?"

"You have no idea," you replied, now concentrating on her legs and moving your hips. You also covered her feet with massage oil.

Dani bit her lower lip and played with her own tits, circling her nipples with her fingers. Your slow thrusts against her pussy made her let out small moans.

"I want to do the same with you..."

"Absolutely."

You pulled out of her, and Dani stood up so you could lie down in her previous spot. She then straddled your lap, impaled herself on your cock, and, as she moved up and down, grabbed the bottle of oil and repeated the same process with your body. Your upper body was ready in a matter of seconds, and Dani then rode you in reverse to work on your lower body.

As Dani bounced on you with moans that became loud again, you noticed that her body from behind, both her back and her ass, were completely dry. So you took the bottle from her hand and let her continue enjoying your cock while you left that visible part of her skin glistening.

"Oh yeah, now we're talking," you gasped, and set the bottle aside to grab her slick ass as she bounced on your cock.

A few seconds later, you grabbed Dani by the shoulders and made her lie back against your chest. You wrapped your left arm around the back of her knees and pulled them up toward her torso. With another grip on her waist, you could now pump your hips up and down to fuck her.

"Mmmh fuck fuck fuck!" Dani moaned. Her back slid against your chest, making it difficult for her to stay still while she was pounded. Fortunately for her, neither of your grips weakened. Although you had to dig your fingers hard into her waist to keep her from slipping. "Harder daddy. Yes! Yes!"

Dani came a moment later. You both moaned. Her pussy smothered and throbbed around your cock. She gripped the sides of your body, spasming intensely, nearly causing her to fall to your left. You held her chin with your right hand and made her kiss you as she rode out her orgasm.

"Darling, I need a break," Dani said against your lips before looking into your eyes. "Are you close?"

"Enough," you nodded with a gasp.

"Use my feet," she planted a small kiss on your lips. "I know you love them."

It was somewhat embarrassing how quickly you lowered her onto the towel beside you and knelt in front of her legs. Dani gave you a teasing smile. She raised her feet, her soles facing each other. You placed your cock in the middle, and Dani brought her feet together to make a sandwich filled with your shaft.

"Oh lord..." you gasped, closing your eyes to enjoy how good her slick feet felt as you fucked them.

"Come on, daddy," Dani purred, looking into your eyes. "Give me that load... give it all."

You began pumping your hips rapidly, holding her feet by the heels to keep them in place. The sensation was overwhelmingly delicious, making you moan loudly as your climax approached.

"Fuck, Dani, I'm going...! Mmmgh!!"

A powerful jet of cum shot out of your cock as you thrust forward and exploded. It landed directly in Dani's mouth and between her breasts. As you continued pumping, the remaining jets landed on her abdomen and stained her feet as well. By the time you were done, Dani was a perfect canvas covered in thick white. So pretty, with such innocent eyes and a delicate face, it almost blew your mind.

"You came a lot daddy..." Dani said with a small smile, licking the cum that had fallen on her lips.

"Wanna go shower?" you asked, panting, still mentally dazed from that melting orgasm. "That way we can clean ourselves up."

"You still have something for me, don't you?" Dani raised an eyebrow.

"Of course I do," you nodded, struggling to your feet. "But just like you, I need a little break."

Dani extended her hand for you to help her up, and then you laced your fingers with hers as you walked slowly out of the tub, through the room with the sinks, and into the shower, a glass cubicle set between the marble walls.

It was a small space. Not claustrophobic, but small enough that with every movement your bodies brushed somehow. Dani slipped an arm under yours and turned on the faucet. The water fell cold on your body, but it turned lukewarm when Dani turned the hot knob.

Dani undid her buns and left her hair down as you washed the oil off your body. She then took your place under the shower, and with a sponge and soap, you helped her wash until her body was clean.

"Better?" you asked in her ear, your hands on her waist.

"Much better," Dani replied, pushing all her wet hair back. She turned her head to look at you as you kissed her shoulder. "And you? Have you taken your break yet?"

"Not yet," you replied, shifting kisses to her shoulder blade and then to her back. "There's something I still want to do."

You switched positions with her, leaving her facing the marble wall. Dani rested her hands there as you crouched behind her, trailing kisses down her back to her ass, where you distributed a short series of kisses and bites before parting her buttocks and planting your mouth on her pussy.

"Oh my..." Dani sighed as you ate her pussy from behind with slow licks and kisses. "I was starting to wonder when you were going to eat me out."

The warm water fell over your lower back as you devoured her, hands on her thighs. Dani's moans began to flow, indicating which spots to hit faster or which to kiss. She placed a hand on the back of your neck, tangled her fingers in strands of your hair, and as she pushed her hips back, she pulled you into her buttocks to smother you with them.

"Fuck, daddy, I missed your tongue so much," Dani moaned, tugging at your hair. Her pussy was soft and delicious. Addictive like few others. "Please make me explode in your mouth."

More than a request, that sounded like a challenge which you took very seriously. You slid your hands from her thighs to her buttocks and squeezed both, moving your tongue faster and using your head to move it in different ways. When you found the right one, you held onto it and used it until you made Dani cum.

"Mmmgh, that feels so good!" Dani squealed, grinding her ass against your face. You collected her juices and drank them, with the thirst of a castaway who had been on a random Indonesian island for days. "Put your cock inside me, daddy, please. You still have to fill me."

"Fuck, Marsh," you gasped, pulling away from her ass. "What's with this sudden thirst for cock?"

Dani didn't respond as you stood up and smashed your lips together again. She used the same hand she'd had in your hair to grab your cock and stroke it until it was hard. Then, in the middle of a hot, sloppy kiss, she guided your cock between her ass cheeks and back into her pussy.

"Mmm, are you going to fill my pussy with cum daddy?" Dani asked between kisses. You were already starting to move, both hands clamped around her waist. "Please fill me deep."

"Fuck, woman, that's what I intend to do," you managed between gasps. For some reason, you were exhausted, and you weren't sure how much you could match her energy level. But you were going to make the effort. "Just be a good girl for daddy and keep cumming."

Dani nodded between moans and bit your lower lip before kissing you again.

A sudden, autopilot trance took over you, erasing consciousness and the notion of time. All you knew was that within seconds you were fucking her like an animal against the bathroom wall, biting and kissing her neck until she came.

But without even giving her a chance to calmly ride out her orgasm, you lifted her right leg behind her knee and made her stand sideways, her thigh resting against your left arm. Similar to the way you fucked Rina that time in the elevator. Only Dani's body was considerably thinner, and the spots your cock hit in that position were more sensitive to her.

Dani squealed with pleasure, unafraid of being too loud for someone to hear. She came a second time. And then you, without thinking, lowered her leg and picked her up in your arms. Her back was pressed against the wall, her arms wrapped around your neck. Your hands spread her thighs wide, pinning her knees against the wall as you pounded her into an intense frenzy.

"Oh my fucking god!!" Dani screamed, clawing at your back with her nails. "Yes, yes, yes!!" Her screams were getting louder, and you were sure she was crying with pleasure now.

It was incredible considering the temperature in Florence at that moment, but fucking that woman had you sweating like a motherfucker. She enjoyed it three times as much, which was all that mattered to you. But for God's sake, you weren't going to need any cardio for at least two weeks.

"Cum inside me, daddy!" Dani moaned in your ear, no longer knowing what to hold on to. "I can't feel my fucking legs anymore, damn it!"

Panting like a raging bull in the middle of a run, you entered the final stretch of your climax. All your blood rushed down like adrenaline shots, until with a heavy snort, you dug your fingers into the flesh of her thighs and exploded inside her.

"YESSS!!" Dani screamed, cumming at the same time as you. The thick, abundant load you shot inside her only made her moan louder. "Oh my god, I'm going to pass out!"

"Calm your slut ass down," was the first thing you said after all that time. "I don't want to carry a dead weight out of the shower."

Dani held onto you as you emptied your balls inside her and her muscles spasmed. Completely spent, you pulled out of her pussy and let all your cum seep through her folds and spill onto the shower floor like a waterfall.

"Satisfied, darling?" You asked, looking into her eyes closely. Your arms were starting to hurt from carrying her.

"Can't you continue?" Dani asked.

You chuckled, incredulous.

"Unfortunately not," you shook your head. "At least not right now. Forgive me."

"No, silly," Dani stroked the back of your neck. "Nothing to apologize for. It's fine. You did a lot, actually."

"Not enough to quench your slutty thirst, I see."

"I never said I wasn't satisfied, I just asked if you could continue."

"And I already said no, so let's go to fucking bed, please."

"Should we clean the tub?"

You thought about it for a moment. Having to empty the bathtub, clean the floor, pick up the tray, put away what you hadn't eaten, the glasses...

Fuck, what a drag.

"No, save it for tomorrow morning."

"Fair. We'll be here all day, right?"

"That's what I had in mind, yeah."

And that's exactly what happened.

After going to bed that night, you slept a peaceful 10 hours and woke up around 11 a.m. You spent the whole day in the cabin, enjoying the outdoor pool, getting wasted on martinis and negronis, and playing games on your laptop.

By the next morning, you were both ready to catch your respective flights. Dani would be returning to Australia to meet her sister. And your next stop was the terrifying, intimidating, and also exciting Milan Fashion Week. The biggest black sheep moment of your life, potentially.

But you were so fucking ready.

[the-bi-writer-blog]

reblogging again bc I have a couple uncommon disorders (~1 %) and it always astounds me that (some) doctors think that “rare” and “non existent” are synonyms.

First off in general, we should all start using “uncommon” instead of “rare,” bc even though their dictionary definitions match, their colloquial definitions definitely don’t.

If something is “uncommon”, you don’t see it every day, but it’s not a total surprise when you do. I don’t get birthday presents everyday but that doesn’t make them “rare,” just infrequent.

Aside from that, though, I H A T E the way that some people will repeatedly and willfully denying the reality in front of their own face - and they do it by saying that “rare” stuff doesn’t matter. Case in point, here’s a word-for-word conversation I recently had with my building’s manager:

Me: “Hey so, the laundry room is flooded. Can you fix that?” Him: “Oh that happens sometimes.”

Me: “Yes, sometimes. Like right now.”

Him, already unlocking his door to escape the conversation: “It’s only sometimes though, not all the time. It hasn’t happened since last winter.”

Me: “Again, it happened to me today. Like an hour ago. There are still large puddles on the floor as we speak.”

Him, dismissive: “It doesn’t usually happen though, so I’m not worried. (Goes into his office without another word.)

Me: “??? ????!?!!!!!!!”

.

So anyway. That’s what it feels like talking to doctors about uncommon disorders lol. It feels like a hellish groundhog-day version of:

Me: “I am having these specific symptoms at this specific point in time.”

Uncaring doctor: “Okay but that’s rare though :///////“

Me: “Okay but???? It is happening tho??????”

Ugh. It makes me want to _scream._

Hot tip for anyone who’s chronically ill and stuck in this cycle tho: I’ve had _immense_ success seeking out medical _students_ instead of normal doctors. (Like residents who are fresh from med school and practicing to get their full license.)

I’ve had some *fantastic* recent experiences with medical students that frequently involve them believing in me, listening to the full story, asking questions, and doing research to fill in their knowledge gaps. It’s been SO, so refreshing!

10/10 do recommend if you’re a fellow Chronically Ill who’s being written off as if “rare” just means “imaginary.”

"this thing is rare and only affects 1% of the population" dude that's 80 million people can you shut up

[slowfuckintheafternoon]

18+ only please and thank you

Roommate Ghost who’s basically a rehomed cat.

You barely saw him at first. He’d come out of his room to do laundry, and you’d occasionally spot the back of him as he’s leaving for work, but otherwise it was like living with a ghost. A large, moody ghost who seemed to think eye contact was an unforgivable breach of privacy.

So you did the obvious thing, and coaxed him out with food. You’re lonely, he seems nice enough, and he’s also just conveniently there. It’s no big deal to make something that smells really wonderful when he’s home, and hope he’ll take the bait.

It takes three whole entire dinners. Two delicious meals without so much as a stir from his room, and you’re just about to give up on the whole scheme, when you’re finally rewarded with a tousled head poking out of his room on the third attempt.

“Want some?” you immediately pipe up, giving him an encouraging smile while you scoop noodles into your bowl. Realizing your mistake, you quickly relocate your gaze back to the food, so as not to scare him off.

Cmon, take the bait. Come on out, kitty. You know you want it.

Silent as ever, your massive roommate indeed emerges to fill his belly.

A soft, “Thanks,” is all you get for your efforts, but it thrills you. You sit there practically vibrating with glee, trying to play as cool as possible while you both eat and purposefully don’t speak to each other. There’s just chewing and silence, and the quiet clatter of spoons and forks, and you love it.

The next day, the contents of your personal grocery list have magically appeared in your refrigerator. The meat you needed, vegetables, your special milk for your cereal. Bemused, you step over to your pantry and verify that, yes, he got the dry stuff too. You weren’t planning to cook anything fancy two days in a row, but hell, if he’s around again tonight, you might as well.

But he’s not around. You don’t see him again for several weeks, never even got a text that he was leaving. You were just starting to make progress, and now it’ll all be erased when he returns. You lost your one window of opportunity for building trust, and it’ll be back to silence, back to emptiness, back to being strangers.

But to your surprise, when he does finally come home, he meows at you.

Not officially. Not in, like, actual cat language, but he drops his bag by the door and responds to your quiet greeting with a heavy sigh, and, "It’s good to be back.”

You can’t help the grin that spreads across your face, so you quickly hide it by staring at the TV.

He joins you for dinner the next time you cook. And the next. Groceries pop up like spring flowers, anything you write down, even if it’s snacks he never touches.

He starts hanging out with you while you cook. On the other side of the counter at first, looming like a dark shadow, just listening to your music and offering answers to your small talk.

You keep it light. Keep it friendly and easy, and entice him over occasionally to taste what you’re making. He starts lingering closer, letting the kitchen light touch him, leaning against your side of the counter. The scary side.

And then one day he tells you a joke. Just completely out of the blue, “What do you call an angry carrot?”

“Uhh…” you pause peeling carrots for a second, trying to wrap your head around some scenario where this is a legitimate question, because surely he's not about to tell you an actual joke. “I dunno?”

“A steamed vegetable.”

You return to your carrots with a delighted laugh. He's being friendly, he's making jokes! Best not comment on the progress he's made, because you don’t want to scare him off.

Good luck with that.

He starts following you around like an actual stray cat. You can’t bear to close the door on him, so he’s just always there, hanging out in the doorway, telling you little bits about his day while you brush your teeth for bed. He doesn’t talk a whole lot, prefers to listen to you yap, but he’s shut in his room less and less.

Except for the bad times. Simon goes through phases where he recluses himself again. Sometimes it’s only a few hours, other times it’s days, but he occasionally needs time to himself, and you don’t mind. You still get a thrill every time he appears again, metaphorically meowing at you and rubbing up against your leg.

God, you wish he would. You could use some good leg rubbing, actually.

Is he the rubbing type? He’s never made a pass at you, never touched you at all, and even the times when you’ve hung out together in your room, he always stood politely in the doorway. Always turned his head to the side when you’ve had to open your underwear drawer or spilled sauce on your shirt and had to strip it off. He’s just like that, always aware of your personal space and his, uncomfortable about the two bubbles touching without warning.

When it finally happens, it's you who's surprised.

You've just halted mid-step in the middle of the kitchen, staring down at the corner of the cabinets because you swear you just saw something move.

When all of a sudden, and actual mouse scampers across the floor, doing erratic zig zags like it's too scared to decide where to go, and all you can do is scream because it's coming right for you--

A thick arm clamps around your stomach, and your feet abruptly lose contact with the floor. You've completely lost track of the mouse, you're just frozen in shock from the fact that your whole back is glued to Simon's side, and he doesn't even bother to hold you up with both arms as he swivels around searching for where the mouse went.

"Thanks," you squeak, patting his forearm as a signal to put you down. "You're really strong, holy shit."

He grunts like he doesn't agree. "Doesn't take much to lift somebody."

Your feet touch back down to the linoleum, and you just hope your hot face isn't too evident. "Right, uh huh. Cause I could definitely lift you."

"Probably could."

You eye him skeptically, all the way from his socks, to the always-mussed hair at the top of the mountain. "I don't feel like throwing out my back, but thanks for the offer."

"I wasn't offering."

It's just small talk. Regular jokes, with his usual deadpan delivery, but you swear there was something he meant to say in those words. You try to discern them, gazing up into those brown eyes that don't mind meeting yours anymore.

It's hanging in the air, the thing he meant to say. You don't want to try and guess. It's too risky, and you might hurt yourself if you get it wrong.

"What is it, Simon? What's wrong?"

His eyes stutter for just a second, like he's ripping himself out of a train of thought. "I think you should hide in your room while I find that mouse."

Stupid, cockblocking mouse.

You don't sleep well that night. You keep thinking about your quiet roommate, end up having to jerk off at two in the morning just to get a little bit of relief, and your sleep is fretful even after that.

You ask about the mouse the next day, and he swears he not only caught it, but released it in the woods a mile away. There's absolutely no telling if he's pulling your leg or not, so you just drop it, too absorbed in the questions that were haunting you all night.

"I'm not good at... fucking."

Your head snaps up, staring wide eyed at Simon's troubled expression across the table. "What?"

"I've never been with a woman before. At least, not... like this. Wager I'll make a fool of myself, so I might as well get it out in the open."

"Oh. Um." Your heart is pounding, your mind whirling to comprehend how you got here so suddenly. He looks so scared, holding himself rigidly into place without so much as blinking, and you're taking far too long to answer at this point.

"I'm good at it," you finally tell him, hoping it sounds more comforting and less like a brag. "We can figure it out together, if it's something you want to do."

"Okay."

It takes a little while to get there. Some time to find a natural moment to take his hand in yours, for him to return the gesture by wrapping his arm around your waist and bringing your body over to his. But then his hand finds the back of your neck, and he's definitely not a beginner at kissing.

You've wanted it for so long, imagined it so often, that the press of his body against yours almost feels familiar. The seeking movements of his lips, the soft breaths coasting over your cheek. It's quiet and slow, in the corner of your shared kitchen.

He tucks your body into his, lets you saturate yourself in each second of this moment while you both learn the way the other likes to kiss. You end up in your bed soon after, just for the sake of comfort and lining up your mouths a little more conveniently.

It's easy to lose yourself in the safety of him. Your body feels at home in the muscled softness of his, in the thoughtful, patient movements of his hands exploring under your clothes. It feels like he's belonged to you far sooner than today.

His first time isn't perfect, but he makes up for his inexperience by taking his time. Laughs at your breathless, "a hole is a hole" statement, and insists on exploring with his mouth and fingers first.

Simon makes the prettiest noises when he finds your wetness waiting for him. He seems to enjoy the feeling of it on his fingers, sliding them in and out so carefully, studying the textures inside you. He tastes his own fingers, less like a scientist and more like a little kid who's discovering new flavors in the sandbox.

He makes a sound then, a warm, rumbly one, and then pulls his fingers out of his mouth to lean down and find your clit with his lips.

A hole is a hole, but there's something special about whispering little cues at him in the dark, and the way he efficiently adjusts himself, ever the dedicated soldier. A hole is a hole, but you cum like that, with your roommate's strong hand gripping your hip, and his mouth accomplishing exactly the motion you need to draw a slow, brain-melting orgasm out of you.

"Yeah, just like that," you pant a few moments later, shoving his face away from your oversensitive pussy.

Just like that.

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No! But listen the damian wayne al ghul yandere! Head cannons(from my on going blog pinned up.)

Warning!; violence, cncs, coaxing/gaslight, bruises, smut w plot, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!, aged up! Damian, him being smitten(?) cringe dialog💗 fem reader. Him being a lil sweet(?)

Yan!damian who wouldnt even block any hits or scratches you make just so he would have any sort of markings of you! I could just see him looking a bit flustered when you actually land in any good hit or kick. Since he is always the one having the upper hand all the time.

Yan!damian literally has heart eyes whenever you're trying to rip his face off with your teeth or gouge out his eyes and eat them to spite him, he truly is in love. Not just because of your kindness but soon enough how you tried to convince yourself you weren't crazy like him.

The way he eases you whenever he pushes himself in, feeling your walls clench and suckle. God, the way whenever you hit and drum at his chest lowly grows weak and your muscles no longer tense. Soon your arms wrapping around his shoulders you'd be balanced.

Even he leans in so you could bite him and have more areas to scratch and mark, the scent of you he could only remember than bottle, but if there was an option to he'd do it.

The wetness and erotic sounds coming out of your body, every snap of his hips and the 'plap plap plap' becoming more audible, just like every mewl and whimper that comes out. A hot messy opened mouth kiss so he could swallow any sound you made, since it only was for him.

Yan!damian is in heaven, or hell. Either way he is enjoying it, he no longer felt your anger towards him which was a little disappointing at first since he really wanted to break your ankles if you escaped one more time so you could truly be only dependant on him. There is no option in leaving.

Yan!damian is a SUCKER for any bite marks and visible red marks either on his arm or neck, just anywhere in general. And when the first month hits when your finally coaxed into accepting your life in that underground house he built for the two of you. Good god he is over the moon! When he sees that you arent even trying to escape or become less hostile it was an improvement. He wears that shit like a fucking trophy, he would never admit it out loud but it feels like you made him whole.

To fill his greed, he only wanted you. The love you gave, the peace of your presence and the flesh you'd fill him with.

Yan!damian finally lets you out after he is sure you wouldn't run away, he found it so cute whenever you seemed surprised or happy over the smallest thing. Your first official date happened to be in an expensive carnival he had driven too, he would watch from the corner of his eye when you had opened the window to let in the fresh air to hit your face.

But of course he would always be there even whilst on the carnival date, even the bathrooms. He had made you dress down and wore baggy clothing and a cap so you wouldnt be recognized as the missing person from last year.

Yan!damian watching you stuff your face with whatever food that seems to interest you, or items you wanted him to buy so you could decorate your dead looking room. Of course he always seem to heed, but it was always attached with a bit of a remark since he found your eagerness a bit childish(even if it made him happy you no longer were shutting down on him.) it was a nice change, you practically looked ridiculous with the amount of things you were carrying that he couldnt carry since his hands were also full and how he had to practically drag you away from the ring tossing games(you lost two times already)

Reader; "please just one more round!" Pleading to him whilst he dragged you away, he was growing a little too wary since the stall owner was looking at your face too long. Why should he be looking when there isnt anything to look at?(Not that he'd let you be with anyone else anyways..)

"No way, And you already have enough gelato and fries. Your going to vomit when we go home." He stated gruffly, using that logic as you solemnly nodded in a huff whilst following him holding his hand out of instinct.

Yan!damian God the way his heart jumped out when you held his hand, just grabbing his three fingers since it was easier to hold that way. And so you both had driven home content, you were asleep in the back seat with all the things you bought that couldnt be fitted into the trunk. (And of course he was forced to carry you bridal style out since he didn't want to wake you up, it was rather easy manhandling you now that he didn't hesitate like he'd break you.)

I hope u guys enjoyed even if it was a small blurb^⁠_⁠^

[mollygrass]

Preacher Girl part 2

Remmick x Female reader

Summary: Regretful and shameful for losing your virginity before marriage, you avoid Remmick for the whole week until guilt eventually pulls you back at his porch in hopes of his forgiveness.

Tags & Warnings: religious themes, female reader, ambiguous reader, blood drinking, turning into vampire, smut, power imbalance dynamics

A/N: proofread only once, so sorry for any errors I’m lazy

Word count: 4k

In his bedroom the curtains block out the bright sun rays, keeping the room dim. You lie next to Remmick, cuddled close and cozily warm. Slowly your eyelids flutter open. Each blink clears the blurry fog of slumber. On his side he lies comfortably, chin held up in one hand as the other caresses your smooth cheek.

“Mornin, darlin.”

In a flash, you spring to life, sitting up. The covers sink low to your bare waist. Your eyes fall down to your exposed chest. It all pieces together in your brain like a puzzle. Unholy, vomit inducing memories makes your heart thump as your tummy twists endlessly on loop.

“Oh…oh, heavens,” you murmur, feeling terribly sick.

A mistake. Last night. It was all a horrible regretful mistake you made. All you wanted was to talk about your feelings with him. But here you are, waking up nude next to Remmick.

“Aw, don’t tell me you’re regretting last night.”

Unease strings your breaths out in erratic rhythms and your hands quiver in your lap. You refuse to spare glance his way, eyes more interested in the dry walls.

“I need to go home.”

“You can’t go yet. I ain’t even offered you breakfast,” he insists.

The gloom cracking his voice nearly splits your heart in two. Any other day you would have loved to stay for breakfast. However, today isn’t just any other day.

“I’m sorry, but I have to go, Remmick. I’m sorry, really.”

Swiftly, you collect your discarded clothes on the floor and put them on, guilt mixed together with shame plaguing your brain. Then without uttering another word you dash out the bedroom with him hot on your trail like a lost puppy. Brown eyes round and wide, brimming with disbelief as he helplessly watches you leave.

How can someone as angelic as you treat him in such a way? Stiff, cold and distant, instead of the usual cheery, bubbly you. He wants to scream out to you. Yank you tightly into an eternal embrace, never letting you escape out the front door in the living room. He doesn’t. Limbs made of stone, adhered to the floor, Remmick is frozen in time as he watches you walk out the door. And when he does dare to bravely reach a hand out to you it’s too late.

You’re already long gone down the street at home.

…………………..

The days blur together in one messy chain of events, tangled all over the place. Each passing day you keep yourself occupied with mind numbing tasks. From helping out around town to volunteering at church. Yet it never fully eradicates that night tattooed in your brain. Like an angry, bitter spirit it haunts you endlessly.

The worst of it always seems to find you in your devoted worship to God. As you say prayers, his lewd voice whispers in your ears. While you sit in church listening to the pastor's graceful praises of the high lord, images of Remmick from that night dusts your skin in shameful goosebumps. In fact because of these unwanted reminders of your sinful acts you’re beginning to hate going to church or let alone anything that relates to God.

The day of the lord is nearly over as the sun drifts lower and lower from the sky. Your home is packed with your fellow believers from church. As promised, you serve Sunday supper for them.

Chatter and laughter fills your home as everyone stuffs their mouths at your dinner table. Golden crispy fried chicken, creamy buttery mashed potatoes, well seasoned string beans and your famous tooth-rotting dessert–peach cobbler. It brings everyone together in blissful joy and harmony to eat your delicious cooking.

“By now you would’ve been down the street with a wrapped plate for that odd fella. You finally realize how weird he is or something?” A man who always sits in the front row at church, snickers.

Out of everyone in town and especially at church, he never missed an opportunity to urge you to stay away from Remmick in all his “unholiness” as he always puts it. It always puzzles your brain why he does it, and usually shrugs it off like a harmless bug. Though, today his words hold power to them.

A woman sitting at his side jabs a sharp elbow in his gut. “Stop that, John!” She snaps in a hushed whisper, an annoyed glint in her eyes.

The mention of Remmick makes your heart thud wildly. He’s the last somebody you want to talk about with this crowd of folks. It’ll only make the overwhelming shame you feel eat you whole.

You ignore John, pretending to eat your food.

“Hmmp, I must be right. I’ve been watching you since Monday and you ain’t not once visited that man.” He points his silverware at you. “See, this is why you should’ve taken heed to my warnings before you found out the hard way, sweetheart.”

The dinner table falls silent. Their eyes all lock on you. Curious and nosy about if John’s words hold truth.

You clear your throat, lips pursed. “I’ve just been under the weather, so please, let’s talk about something else.”

The soft smile etched on your lips reassures everyone. Well, except for him–John.

He scoffs, shaking his head disapprovingly. The table’s lighthearted atmosphere returns and everyone goes back to chatting up storms. You don’t join in the conversations, mind battling off storms of shame. Instead you act as if you're listening and smile as John suspiciously eyes you from across the table.

After dinner, they all hang around for a bit longer until the moon glows in the sky. One after the other they leave until only one person remains–John. He halts on the porch, turning on his heels to face you in the doorframe. Eyes intense, brows knitting, lips in a fine line. He extends an arm, hand lightly gripping your shoulder.

“Let this be my last warning, girl. Stay far away from that damn man. There’s something evil and demonic surrounding him. A soul pure and sweet as yours is just perfect for somebody like him to destroy.” He adjusts the black hat on his head and turns for the steps. “May our heavenly father be with you, goodnight.”

You watch him get in an automobile as his grim final warning plummets your stomach. His car drives off into the distance, darkness of the night swallowing his car.

In bed you toss and turn relentlessly. John’s warning and Remmick haunt your mind. One minute your conscience agrees with the latter. This side of you urges you to stay away from your outcasted neighbor. On the flip side the other half shames you for how you have been treating Remmick lately. In all honesty it shocks you that you feel this way because throughout the week you never once felt bad for it until now. Maybe it’s from what John said at dinner or possibly the guilt is finally kicking in. Afterall, you don’t normally treat people with such cruelty.

Once more you wash away all the pesky thoughts, but they all come slamming back and this time heavier than a bag of bricks. It forces you to make up your mind and that’s just what you do.

Easily, you chose Remmick.

You hold a nice plate full of leftover food from dinner, neatly wrapped. Your shoes slap against the dry pavement. Humid summer wind blows your night gown in wild ripples. This time around you don’t pray to god for Remmick to answer the door. In fact you don’t pray at all. All you do is focus on getting to his home.

At his house, you knock on the door. A long minute passes and you knock again just to meet silence. All you hear is crickets singing in the nearby woods paired with whispers of the soft breeze. Sighing, you turn to leave his porch.

“What was I thinking? Of course he’s not going to let me in after I ignored him for a week,” you mumble, sulking.

As you begin dragging your feet to leave, a bitter taste filling your mouth, his door groans open.

“Come in,” is all he says.

He doesn’t say anything else as you slip past the doorframe. Rather loudly, the door slaps shut. It jolts your slouchy spine in a fine line and your aching heart racing. He must still be upset with you still. Understandable. You don’t knock him for his valid emotions. It’s the whole reason you're here in the first place. To make it up to him.

The wooden planks squeak as he walks deeper into the house, but the usual bright light never comes. It’s puzzling and odd. But still you don’t judge him. Well, that’s the case until a potent smell overwhelms your nostrils—wet pennies.

“Remmick, what’s that smell?”

You no longer hear the floor moaning under his feet.

“Do you really want to know?” His voice rumbles low, something wicked brews deep within it.

John’s goosebump inducing warning loudly echoes in your ears. You gulp, wondering if he’s right about your odd neighbor.

“Yes.”

The room lights up in a blink of an eye. You carefully eye the room and everything seems to be the same as the day you left. Untouched, neat and clean. It’s another story as your eyes land on Remmick. Eyes widening, the plate slips from your hands. It crashes on the floor with a soft thud. Cold food and the plates glass shards decorate the floor.

you finally look at him though, your eyes widen. The plate slips out of your hands. It crashes onto the floor with a soft thud. The cold food spills everywhere mixed with glass shards.

He stands there, frozen in his tracks. Blood, still wet and fresh, drenches his chin all the way down to his ivory collared shirt. An unreadable blank mask sits upon his bloody stained handsome face.

“Do you know why they fear me? Why everyone avoids me like I’m the devil’s spawn?”

Backing away from him, you trip over your own feet, landing on your butt. Dread sneaks up your spine as you crab walk away from him. Words bundle, sticky as glue in your mouth. You can’t speak as you take in the horrific view of Remmick.

He prowls closer, glowing eyes matching the color of blood staining his shirt. Crouching down at your level, his head tilts. As usual his eyes are round, but a sinister darkness storms within them. “You’re right, I’m sinful. Unholy. Everything the Bible curses. Yet you,” he pauses, gliding a clawed finger under your chin to look up at him. “Always seemed to flock to me, the so-called devil. How can that be when you’re pure and sweet?”

You remain silent. Limbs too scared to dare move an inch.

“Can’t answer that, can you, darlin?”

You frantically shake your head, heart drumming in your ears.

He inhales deeply, eyes sealed shut. Then exhales. Eyes open again. “Didn’t think so.”

Your trembling frame pulls his bloody lips in a gentle smile. Oh, how he hates what he’s planning to do to you next. But it must be done, otherwise you’ll never be his.

“Well, you wanted to know what that smell was, right?” He motions his long talon fingers at himself. A wide smile reveals his vile fangs.

The sight of his unholy, devilish teeth only chokes you tighter with fear. A breathless gasp chokes past your parted lips.

“One of your little friends from church.”

Your heart drops. “No, you didn’t!”

He laughs, shaking his head like a deranged asylum patient. He’s enjoying every second of this. “No, not the ones from your little dinner party, darlin.”

Shamefully, your chest deflates, relieved Yet guilt tears you to shreds at the fact that some innocent person you worshipped God with has been killed by Remmick’s hands.

“Unlike y’all, I don’t find regular ole food appetizing. I prefer something warm, liquidy and fresh, darlin.”

“W-What type of monster are you? You’re not Remmick…you can’t be! He would never do such a disgraceful, disgusting thing.” Tears stream down your cheeks. Your chest heaves heavily, burning hot.

“Ain’t you just the sweetest thing. Too naive for your own good, really. Don’t be deluded, I am indeed Remmick.”

“Lies, you wretched devil!”

Twisting on all fours, you spring to your feet and dash for the door. He idly catches your night gown, its fabric bundled in his fist and yanks you back. Hitting the floor knocks you breathless as pain blossoms in your backside. A quiet whimper slips past your lips.

“Uhn-Uhn, I ain’t finished with ya yet. You ain’t going nowhere, not till I’m done with you.”

The danger coating his voice raises a new concern in your limbs. You thrash on the floor as he drags you through the hall leading to his bedroom.

He sighs heavily, still not looking forward to what’s coming next. Remmick knows how you’ll react. How your screams and cries will slice his heart to pieces. The way you’ll squirm as pins you down in the mattress.

Just as his previous wife did many sunrises ago.

Together they lived happily under the moon together, traveling the world. Until she gruesomely died at the hands of vampire hunters without a drip of mercy. After her death he always figured he’d live out the rest of his days, miserable and bitter in the night. That’s what he thought until you.

Years stacked on top of years fleeing towns, Remmick finally settled down in a small quiet town deep in Mississippi. His days of hunting poor helpless souls for the gift to bring spirits forth from both the past and the future was over. All he craved was to live a quiet, mundane life as he mourned his wife.

He got his wish, but at what cost? Everyone in town damned him for his strangeness. They’re a religious town of people. So, when he never showed his face in church people began wondering things. Curiosity turned to sympathy. Then sympathy became hatred. At first folks thought he was a shy man, until they didn’t.

But one person out of the entire town did show him kindness. A warmth, Remmick never thought he’d feel again after his wife. Maybe it’s because you were new to the town or simply because it’s just who you are. Sweeter than honey, everyday bringing him gifts. Spending time with him. In the beginning he found you. Then suddenly he found himself smitten with you.

“Sorry. I really am, darlin. But after you left me. Abandoned me, I can’t risk having that again.”

He kicks the bedroom door shut, locking it with a key fished from his pocket. Then he lifts you with ease in his strong arms. Like a wild rabbit caught by the neck, your flailing persists till you're dropped on the bed. Its spring wires whine under your weight. Swiftly, you sit up. But Remmick is more swift, shoving you back on the mattress.

“Let me go! You vile demon,” you wail, voice cracking.

“Hush all that racket now.” He hovers you on the bed. With only one hand he effortlessly pins your wrists above your head.

“S-Somebody help! Help!” You scream.

Just as your lips part, ready to cry for help again, Remmick’s calloused palm gags you. It silences your every scream.

“Make me repeat myself again, you’ll be gagged and not with my hand.”

As his hand draws back you don’t dare utter a single word. All you do is quietly whine.

“Good girl,” he coos, red eyes softening. Though his iron grip never falters around your wrists. “Now this next part is gonna hurt. But don’t freight, I promise to take good care of you, darlin. It’ll be over before you know it.”

“Do what? What are you going to do to me?”

He huffs a raspy laugh. “Don’t worry, you’ll see soon enough.”

His head dips down to your face. Soft lips gently press against your forehead and slowly trail to your neck. Each kiss he litters, your body trembles. Even after experiencing sex, your reactions are still pure as if he never explored your body’s every crevice. So cute and sweet. Just for him only.

His tongue takes its time gliding across your neck’s feverish flesh. Its slick wetness drags unbalanced breaths from your chest.

Truly, you can’t fathom why he’s doing this to you. All the kindness you showed him when no one else in town did. The chance you alone offered when no one else did. How could he?

Your vision blurs as tears stain your flushed cheeks. “W-Why?”

He buries his face deep in your saliva coated neck. “Hmm?” He hums, drowned in total bliss, inhaling your mouth watering sweet scent.

“This…why are you doing this? I thought we were friends?” You sniffle, voice shattered. “Even if you are some kind of monster, Remmick, why?”

He keeps his face nuzzled in your neck’s warmth. “Because you’re mine. I want you to be mine. I can’t have you if you’re avoiding me, now can I? And once I’m done with you, you’ll be mine for eternity.”

“You can’t.”

“And why’s that?”

“My being, my soul, everything. It all belongs to the lord above and no one else.” You draw out a quivering breath, eyes glassy and stained red.

He laughs, the mockery in steals your breath away. It feels like a slap to your face, watching amusement shake his shoulders. Remmick’s chest deflates in satisfaction. Grinning ear to ear, his fangs show.

“And that’s why I’m doing this.”

“What—”

Deep in the side of your neck an unbearable pain erupts and burns. Your wailing voice fills the bedroom as your limbs freeze. Blood gushes in endless waves, soaking your gown’s bust area.

As expected, it shatters Remmick’s heart. Though, in the same breath euphoria fogs his mind. Filling his mouth, your blood is richly divine and deliciously sweet. He could feed on you all day and night, but that would be no fun and too cruel for his liking. He doesn’t want to hurt you or break you.

Freeing your flesh of his pointy fangs, he leans back, moaning. Mouth gapping. He devours the sight underneath him. Nonstop, tears stream and shock and pain shakes your frame. Remmick hates to admit it, but he’s savoring every minute of this. To you it’s probably mind spinning and heart wrenching. To him it's heaven on earth.

He releases your wrists. It’s no longer of use or necessary to do so.

“R-Remmick. I-It hurts…Blood…my neck won’t stop b-bleeding,” You manage to stammer through sobs.

“Shh, I know. It’ll stop eventually.”

He sits up on the bed and scoops your trembling frame into a gentle embrace, bridal style. Instinctively, lost to fear and dread, your arms hook around his neck.

“I’m scared. The blood won’t stop. I’m gonna die if it doesn’t, Remmick.” You hide your face in his chest. The stench of blood fills your nostrils. It rises bile up your dry throat.

His hand strokes your back gently as if dealing with fragile glass. “It’ll be okay, I promise.”

“G-God… please…help me,” you breathe one last time. Then in his warm embrace your body runs cold to the touch. Your shoulders slump as your head rolls to the side like an empty doll.

Remmick sighs, embracing your stiff head close to his chest. He didn’t want to do this, but you left him no choice. You could’ve lived as a regular human like everyone else did in town. To be kissed by the lovely sun as humans should. Too bad. Now, all you’ll ever know is darkness and the dim light of the moon.

He pecks your forehead and lightly rocks back and forth. Low and soft, he hums an Irish lullaby as he awaits your arrival.

For the rebirth of a graceful fallen angel.

…………………..

When you rise to life it’s a new day. High in the sky the sun blazes making the house sweat feverishly hot. Wrapped in his arms skin to skin, you stir awake. Your night gown sticks to your skin, doused in warm sweat. Sharp teeth in the top and bottom row of your mouth pokes your curious tongue.

Leisurely peeling away from his embrace in bed, you slip from the room out into the hall.

Home. You need to get home and fast before that vile devil awakens.

Though fog plagues your brain, memories of his cruelty still remain. Each step drains your energy and you find yourself grabbing the rough walls as if your life depends on it. More sweat glosses your skin as your body burns. You draw out ragged breaths, mind spinning like a twister. The closer you get to the door in the living room the hazier your vision becomes.

Then a stomach aching pain yanks you down on your knees. It doesn’t stop. Each stab in your gut comes in waves, sharp and acute. It’s as if your belly is devouring itself from the inside. No longer on your knees, you lay crumpled like paper, whimpering as the pain rips you apart.

“It hurts…”

“You shouldn’t be out of bed.”

Remmick’s voice echoes from the hallway, deep and raspy from slumber. He strolls into the living room and halts before you on the floor. Disappointment fills his eyes as he watches you, still standing tall.

“Stay away from me,” you snarl.

He only sighs. “I can’t do that.”

Easily he lifts you in his arms. Your limbs lie stiff, lacking energy to move.

“What have you done to me?”

Remmick’s feet halt, frozen. His brown round eyes meet yours. “Want me to show you?”

You don’t nod. Don’t speak. You only gaze back at him. He takes it for a yes and lazily heads for the door. The door cracks open with a soft click and a groan. He hisses as the blinding beams, stinging and smoking his skin. Remmick, he’s ancient as the sun and moon. Therefore, he can withstand the brutal heat of the sun’s light.

You on the other hand…

A gut wrenching gasp rips from your throat, skin searing into nasty open wounds. Your flesh boils and smokes as you thrash like a rabid animal. It shatters his heart seeing you cry and claw at him, desperate to hide away from the sun.

“You wanted the truth. Now you have it. Do you understand now?”

…………………..

As you two hide away from the sun’s dangerous rays, now both creatures of the dark, the entire day you avoid Remmick in every way you can. You don’t speak, touch, or even spare glances his way. Sure, the stomach aching hunger collapsing your stomach in on itself drives you mad. But the overwhelming new hatred thumping through your heart is stronger.

It breaks him. On the surface he comes off as if he’s given up on you, but underneath that long frown dragging his lips down, he knows something you don’t. Soon you’ll come around. If your brain and heart doesn’t, then surely your hollow stomach will.

So, he waits.

The days blur by and each day you never cave in to your stomach’s will nor to Remmick. Everyday he tempts you with what you eventually learned your mouth craves—blood. At first it churned your gut, but as time dragged on you began to not care. Though you never let him know.

Some days Remmick leaves the house, hunting for blood as you reside in his home. Those days are the worst for you because he comes back he’s dripping in blood. From his sharp claws, to his shirt and chin. The smell drives you insane as drool threads down your lips.

Tonight he’s gone again and you’re weaker than ever. By now even you expected Remmick to force blood down your throat. But he doesn’t. In fact he barely speaks to you anymore these past couple of days.

You lie on the couch in the living room. Its stale smell fills your senses as you toss and turn, mind haunted by mouth watering thoughts of blood. Time drags on endlessly until the front door whines open.

As usual, blood stains his shirt all the way up to the corners of his lips. The smell yanks you off the couch in one swift breath. You stand, slouched, eyes wide and frantic. Saliva drowns your mouth, seeping out the corners. Your heart thumps wildly. You need it. Want it.

Blood. It’s all your brain can fathom as he strolls across the room.

“Remmick,” you call out sharply, body trembling with an aching need.

He halts in his steps. “Yes, darlin?”

A raw whine claws its way through your throat. “Hungry…I’m hungry.”

The corners of his lips curl.

Finally.

He always knew you would come around.

………………

His blood, rich and ancient floods your tastebuds. It draws loud ragged breaths from your chest, euphoria swallowing you whole.

You don’t remember how this happened—body cradled in his lap, hips frantically rocking—needy for more. His white tailored shirt, bundled tightly in your fist as you hold on for dear life. Head buried deep in his neck, your fangs sink into his flesh. Greedily, you suck his blood as his hands guide your hips in a never ending bounce on his cock.

“That’s it, darlin. You drink as much as you want,” he breathes, chest rising and falling on loop.

You moan into his neck, eyes rolling, spine arching. Everything, it all turns you on. His blood filling your tummy, the fullness of his warm throbbing cock separating you tight walls. It’s blissful, liberating and illuminating.

You release his neck with a pop, blood decorates your lips and chin. Eyes, gazing up at nothing, breathy moans fall past your open plump lips.

“So good, Remmick. It feels good.”

“It feels good, darlin? Yeah?” He purrs, raspy and low through pants.

“Mhmm, so good.”

Your eyes glow crimson and he smiles at the sight. The irony of it all pulls a chuckle past his lips. You, the town’s sweet little preacher girl is now his. The thought swells his chest with pride.

Sounds of skin slapping, wet and sloppy fill the air, soaking your pussy wet more. Remmick’s hands drift to your asscheeks, gripping them. Starving for more of your delicious heat, he desperately bounces you on his dick. The pace, deadly quick.

“Fuck,” he grits, bitting his lips.

Your moans evolve into screams as he moves at an ungodly speed. The pleasure draws your head back, revealing your bare neck to him. Stars shiny and pretty envelope your visions as your eyes roll back.

“G-Gonna cum. I-I’m gonna cum,” you utter, spit trickling down your chin.

“Cum for me, baby.”

On his command, you cum and hard. Your body goes stiff, quivering as he keeps pumping his cock in. Like your nothing but an empty doll, he uses your tightening cunt. The endless pleasure he gives you pools tears in your eyes and your body crumples against him, shaking. Wrapping your weak arms around his neck, you hold on tightly.

“That’s it, baby. Being such a sweet girl for me. I love you so much. You’re all mine,” he huffs, voice breathy and hot.

Deep between your walls his cock throbs, releasing his creamy seed. He keeps rocking your hips against his, making sure to milk every last bit. Then when he’s done, he falls limp. His strong arms flex around your frame in a warm embrace.

The bedroom fills with your pants.

“I love you, darlin.”

Words you never would’ve uttered slip past your lips. “I love you too.”

“You belong to me, and I to you, understand?”

“Yes, Remmick,” you mutter, eyelids heavy.

“Together we’ll live together.”

“Okay.”

With him still deep inside your walls, you drift off to sleep. Soon after you he joins you, happily.

Now you’re his and he’s yours. No longer does your soul belong to God. You’re now free.

The End

A/N: Comments, and reblogs are always appreciated! I like to know what people think, hehe

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You're All I Wantˎˊ˗

‧₊˚ ┊ In which your best friend confesses his feelings for you.

જ⁀➴ Yoichi Isagi x fem! reader

⋮ ⌗ ┆cw ⪼ friends to lovers, female reader, use of pet names, fluff/smut, aged up!, minors dni

You walked besides Isagi through your college campus. The sun was setting, the night lights of the school were turning on. His hair was wet from his recent shower in the locker rooms, a smirk still light on his face from his recent winning match.

In addition to his winning score, seeing you wearing one of his jerseys made his ego larger.

"So are you going to the party tonight?" You ask drifting your gaze from the ground up to your friend. Normally the football team threw a party at their team house after every winning match. Isagi only went if someone made him go; if someone didn't then you would find him staying over at your place.

"Nope, so..." He nudged your shoulder giving him a knowing smile. You sighed nodding, "Yeah, yeah. What do you want to order for dinner?" You question, Isagi thought for a minute. “Something simple, want to order from that noodle place down the street from your place?”

“Yeah sounds good, I've been getting sick of pizza.” You sighed, rubbing your stomach.

The two of you shortly got back to your apartment after reaching your car at college. Luckily living on campus wasn’t mandatory, so you lived in an apartment off of campus free from school curfew and rules.

You sat down on the couch turning the tv on to a random channel before handing Isagi the remote. “Turn on whatever you want.” You offered; the both of you already knowing Isagi practically lived with you. The male having his own clothes folded away in the place, food and drinks he favored stored in the fridge and pantry.

Isagi turned on some music as you went through the updated stories on instagram. Grimacing at the many videos and clips of people partying, ranging from games, clips of people grinding on each other, and people just going crazy due to the alcohol.

Unbeknownst to you, your dark haired friend had his eyes permanently on you. The tv screen dimmed due to the lack of activity, Isagi’s hand gripping the remote tilting, his mouth shut tightly as his mind was wandering to inappropriate thoughts.

The sight of you in his jersey made it incredibly hard for him to act normal around you. The almost obvious feelings he had for you, in which you were too dense to notice them.

“Y/n…” Isagi began catching your attention, pulling your eyes from your device to his deep blue ones.

“Yeah? What’s up?” You question turning your phone off and placing it to the side. “You look really good in my jersey.” He spoke bluntly. You froze, “Oh thank you…” You replied not expecting his sudden compliment.

“Fuck… I mean–Y/n I want you to wear it more often…” Awkwardly, Isagi tried to hint at it more. “Uh, okay…”

“Damnit… I really like you… for so long I have liked you… Seeing you in my jersey does stuff to me–I’m sorry this is so weird.”

You watched Isagi embarrassedly place his head into his hands. Groaning at how pathetic he was acting. You moved to him, placing your hand on his. “You’re being really cute right now Yoichi.” You laughed softly making him look up at you.

“I think pathetic is a better word.”

“You’re being honest, that doesn’t make you pathetic.” You hummed. “I could tell something was going on…” He shot you a confused look from your added statement, “what did you mean?” he thought, filled with confusion. Was he being obvious?

“Well… you weren’t exactly hiding anything…” You explained with a blush, your eyes going down to the non-hidden tent in his pants.

Isagi’s face went red as he slowly looked down at his hard-on. “You’ve got to be kidding me…” He groaned covering his lap a little too late. “I’m sorry… Fuck…”

“It’s okay… but it must hurt huh?”

Isagi watched in shock as you moved down onto the ground, sitting on your knees in between his legs. Your head laid on his thigh, left hands grazing the waistband of his pants. 

With a gulp, the male met your doe eyes. He fully believed he was dreaming, only being knocked out from that delusion once you asked him a question. “Sorry, what was that?”

“I asked if I could help you…” You repeated your question sweetly. With a quick nod Isagi cleared his throat, “Are you sure? I mean… have you ever done anything like this before? I don’t want to hurt you…”

You pulled back your face covered in a red tint. “No, but I want to do this for you… It’s okay Yoichi… I promise.”

After a bit more reassurance Isagi’s pants were around his ankles. Your hands planted on his thighs as his hard-on was up against his abdomen. He watched you grab onto his cock, using two hands to jerk him slowly. Changing the pace the more you get used to it.

Soft gruffs and murmurs left his throat as his hands were buried in your hair. Holding the strands up for you as you helped him. “Yeah just like that…” Isagi murmured. His eyes never leave your movements.

You met his stare before sitting up and licking up his shaft. Feeling his body shiver underneath you. You slowly took him deeper into your mouth, inch by inch. Struggling the more you take. Isagi held back from taking over the situation, finding it endearing at the sight of you slowly learning how to take his length.

“Doing so good… such a good girl ‘f me…”

His praise made you go faster, you used one hand to jerk the inches that weren’t in your mouth as the other massaged his balls. “Fuck…” He cursed tugging your hair as you went down on him.

You slipped his cock out of your wet cavern. Spit covering his length, precum and spit evident on your chin. You gazed up at him, holding eye contact as you placed kisses down his cock and onto his balls. You sucked on his sacks gently making him moan.

Isagi was shocked that you got the hang of it already, with a few things you could work on as time went on.

Kissing back up his cock you licked his tip before placing a kiss on the slit. “Look at you go…” He murmured, his eyes filled with lust, his chest moving rapidly with his deep breaths.

You sent him a smile before taking him deep into your throat. The feeling made his hips snap up in response. “Shit!” He moaned as he thrusted into your mouth. The hold his hand had on your hair tightening in response to the pleasure.

“Fuck… ‘m sorry baby…”

Isagi muttered apologies, loosening his grip on you. He was worried it was too much for you, not wanting you to choke (yet).

The sound of the doorbell made the both of you freeze, realizing the food that you ordered was finally here.You pulled his cock out of your mouth, saliva connecting your lips to his length.

“What no baby…” He pleaded with you to continue and not get up. You looked at him softly laughing as you wiped your mouth and chin. Blushing at the sight of the substances that were on you.

“The food will get cold, plus we don’t want animals eating it before us.” You replied, already moving to the door, looking through the peephole before opening the door.

Isagi watched you bend over to pick up the food groaning at the fact he got blue balls due to the fucking delivery man.

You shut the door grinning at him. “Are you ready to eat?” You ask excitedly for the food since it smelled good.

“Baby.” He sighed, you gave him your attention placing the food on the kitchen counter. Waving his hand for you to come to him.

“We aren’t done.” He looked at you full of need and lust.

erm first time... hope this is good!

©hey-itsdollie please don't copy, change, or steal my work. Thank you!

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NFI me and you

Michael Gavey x Felix's sister!reader ♡ chapter 1

warnings: semi-public sex, sloppy pussy eating (Michael don't know shit about how to do that, don't fight me on that), unprotected p in v (wrap it b4 you tap it), virgin!Michael, hair pulling, almost getting caught (in the end), virginity loss, premature orgasm, small praise kink, Michael being a little shit.

word count: 5k

minors please don’t interact.

summary: At college Christmas party Michael goes to library just to find someone he least expect to see there. Basically two nerds getting at it.

from Author: This is my first long work in English so please be kind since it’s not my first language. Michael Gavey save me. Wrote it cuz I recently rewatched Saltburn with my mum and her reactions were absolutely hilarious. Also i don't know shit about math so if I'll make any mistake in that kind of stuff please just ignore.

divider credit: @uzmacchiato

It wasn't like Michael actually expected the invite to lay beautifully in his letterbox. He wasn't popular. He in fact was everything but that. With awkward personality, nerdy attitude and his well known dislike towards other students.

But he couldn't help to be petty about it. He was a student of Oxford after all. A good one if not the best. Michael liked to put himself on top, liked to look down at people. He felt like the worst and the best of all of them at the same time.

Oliver didn't seem to care about the invite, he just blankly looked around the library when Gavey told him neither of them received anything. But it was still Oliver who 'went' to the party. He was sitting there, locked in the spare room, alone with only pool table. He was desperately trying to make himself seen, popular and liked. Like a leach he wanted to have more than he was destined to have.

And if not for the lack of invite to the Christmas Party of his own college Michael would think he has everything he needs. A good marks, a 'friend' if he could even label Oliver like that, a peace and quiet. He was doing math at one of the oldest, best and most popular colleges in United Kingdoms.

The only thing that could piss him off was you. Felix Catton's younger sister. With the hair as fluffy and as dark as your brother's but eyes brighter than his. In your mother's or father's color, Michael was often thinking about them while sitting in the class.

Class he unfortunately had to share with you. What were you even doing there? In math class. In his class.

Course wasn't filled with many girls. Just you, one red head freak and a girl that Michael believed couldn't do times table, what was utterly pathetic for him.

And it wasn't like you needed a degree. You had the status, the prestige, ‘Catton’ that followed after your name and a fucking castle. The amount of money you had could keep you, your future children and many generations after them safe from even moving a finger.

You were always sitting in library with wired earphones in your ears, too far and music too quiet for Michael to hear what you were listening to. Always with your head down, gaze focused yet tired like doing all those math examples drained you from all your energy. And Michael couldn't stop watching you from behind his glasses. His pale blue eyes scanning over every mole on your cheeks and the way the dark circles made your eyes stand out even move. The loose strands that fell from your bun when you were leaning over your notebook before quiet tapping on the calculator could be heard if Gavey listened close enough.

You were so different from Felix and Farleigh. And if not the name or the fact that despise spending most of your days in library and classes everyone knew who you are, he would maybe consider you something more than a spoiled brat.

He didn't really liked your family. Rich, entitled pricks. Your brother? horrible. Farleigh? Even fucking worse.

Good that he didn't have to deal with them. It was just Oliver who had to go through your cousin's biting remarks and snarky comments. And Michael would be free from Catton family if not for you. The bane of his existence.

You.

Even now. Your were sitting on the other side of the table, with a lamp lighted up and casting a golden glow on your cheeks that were - as he observed - way paler than right after summer. That's natural after all. Yet he couldn't help but wonder how it would feel like to smooth over the skin of them with his knuckles... or see how they would look when your lips would be wrapped around him. With your eyes up on him, hands propped on his thighs and how hard he would grip your locks.

The shame ate him alive every time he caught himself thinking about you like that. Imagining you, in his dorm, in your dorm or even in a fucking library. Here. Now.

God he couldn't believe how pathetic he was.

He looked from his notebook to you. A soft glow cast on your face, the unchanging, focused gaze and this weird stillness as you sat on one of the chairs near him. What you were doing here? Your brother was enjoying the party, drinking, smoking, flirting. The music was probably blasting and there were bodies rubbing against each other. And you were... here. In the library. In a disgustingly quiet library with him, alone. And if not the earphones connected to your phone with the thin wire you could hear every sharp and uncomfortable inhale from Michael, when he tried to not make all the fantasies and images that made him turn in his bed at night, flow back into his mind.

Not when you were sitting right there instead of acting like he think every Catton did.

His grip of the pen tightened when your phone rung filling the silence in the library. His jaw clenched and gaze raised at you when hurriedly picked up.

“I’m in the library what do you want?” You asked quietly as if ashamed of ruining the quietness of the moment.

He didn’t mean to listen… but how could he not when you were sitting there alone and the only sounds were annoying grumbling of your brother through the phone.

“I’m not coming to the party I’m studying” you mumbled before rolling your eyes at the faint words of Felix.

“Don’t tell Farleigh or he’ll come here and force me to go and drink with him.” His irritation only spiked when you mentioned his cousin. “Felix, stop I’m not—“

“Could you not?” Michael’s words came out unexpectedly and even he wasn’t sure if they left his lips or if it was just his mind playing jokes at him.

Your mouth was agape as the gaze of your eyes raised to him. You looked as surprised as he was.

“I’ll see you.” You only said before hanging up and putting your phone down. “Sorry…”

His heart rate fastened and Michael wouldn’t be himself if he didn’t add some rude comment.

“I know you’re an entitled brat but rules apply even to you” he replied and his eyes narrowed l.

“I already said I’m sorry” you said feeling your irritation spiking. “If you can’t focus on math with sounds that quiet maybe you’re not as good as you think you are” you scoffed and cringed immediately at the words that sounded all too familiar to Farleigh.

"I'm a genius" he said and take a sharp inhale.

"Bet you are Gavey."

This surprised him. How did you knew his name? You were on the same course, yes. You spoke few times, yes. A short meaningless questions for a task results or to borrow a pen. He didn't think you would know his name. Something strange blossomed in his chest. A warm feeling mixed with unease. People never knew his name.

"Ask me a sum then"

"I'm not asking you a sum Gavey." you said and your hand moved to put the earphones back in your ears.

"You're scared I'm right?" he asked scoffing. He really was acting like a brat. Maybe that's why people didn't bother to remember his name. Maybe that's why you did.

"I'm not sc-"

"Then ask me a sum."

You two shared a glance. No, it was way too long for just a glance. You looked into his blue eyes hid behind those nerdy looking glasses. Jesus Christ. Why did he had to sit here, looking like that, bothering you to ask him a stupid sum. You should really ask Felix to start inviting him into those parties so you wouldn't have to sit here with him alone like that. A sharp inhale from you and not even a bother to pull out a calculator.

"Nine times nine." you said seriously; it wasn't serious. Just to make him a bit more mad.

"Oh that's a child's play." he scoffed crossing his arms over his chest, leaning back in the chair. Your face was serious, waiting for an answer. Damn you. "Eighty one" he rolled his eyes.

"Times eighty one?"

"Six thousand and five hundred sixty one."

"Times nine?"

"Fifty nine thousands and forty nine"

"Times six thousand and five hundred sixty one?"

"Three hundred eight seven milion, four thousands twenty and four hundred eighty nine"

Michael Gavey - you have to be studied.

You scoffed shaking your head slightly.

"Told you." he said calmly. Oh god what a wonderful feeling it was. His arrogance was spiking and you feed his ego like crazy.

"You could just make those numbers up." you said leaning back in your own seat.

"Why would I?"

"Because you're a liar."

"I'm a genius."

You gave him a look before stubbornly pulling out the calculator and then shortly after the fast taps on the buttons. Then a scoff. Michael smirked and his gaze from the papers in front of him to you. Your face was serious and irritated and you bit your inner cheek. Another habit of yours for him to learn about. Then another scoff from you.

"You have to get diagnosed by some fucking doctor, Gavey." you said and moved the calculator away.

"I don't know if being a genius is a sickness" he said and fixed his glasses.

"But you're not" you said irritated. You wanted to win this argument. That didn't worked. So you can at least make him mad.

"We just proved I am, didn't we darling?"

What just came over him? His mouth closed and he wasn't even sure his brain registered the words. And you stared. Not like others. Not like he was some creep or a loser. Your gaze was surprised - not shocked. - just surprised.

And Michael was just as surprised as you were apparently.

"A genius huh?" you said but he could clearly tell that your tone was different. He wasn't stupid after all. He heard the previous softness in it - the one he snapped at when you apologized to him. "help me with that then."

Oh. God.

No. Yes.

Oh.

God.

Micheal swallowed looking as you gather your things quickly to come and sit at the seat on his left. He was sitting by the top of the table. Like always. Not like it wasn't the main part of library. Rather a calm one - where people didn't come to. Or only to make out - what Micheal was unfortunate to see.

Oh. God.

"Y-yeah sure." he said and swallowed again. You raised an eyebrow at his slight stutter. Fuck. "Yeah sure." he collected himself stopping himself from undoing the top button of his shirt.

He suddenly became super aware that he looked like someone's grandpa. Shirt buttoned to the top, sweater on that and that stupid ass haircut he gave himself after he got irritated the brown strands of hair started getting under his glasses. And here were you - dressed into a sweater too, but in the cool way. How in the hell did you managed to look cool and nerdy at the same time? Felix looked only cool, Farleigh looked like some twink and here were you. Looking beautiful in random clothes you threw on to library and in this half up-half down hairstyle you did when hair started getting into your eyes. Because it wasn't like you could just cut it like he did.

"You get it?" you asked laying the pencil down on the wooden desk.

Oh fuck, you were telling him something. He glanced over the task. It couldn't be easier.

"Yes, I'll do it for you." he said mindlessly grabbing your pencil.

"No!... no, can you just explain it?" you asked and he frowned.

"I'm not some tutor." he muttered not sparring you a glance.

"I can pay you 50 pounds." you said like it was nothing, of course it was nothing for you. The Catton in your name could buy anything.

"I don't want your money."

"What is so hard in explain what you're doing?"

He could do it. It wouldn't be a problem for him. He explained things to people before; for example when his little cousins needed help with something.

"Fine" he said and sighed

Your chair moved and your arms pressed again as you leaned on your hand listening to what he will say and he could feel his cock throbbing slightly.

Woman in the name of all that's holy, what are you doing? Move the fuck away.

He inhaled. Get it together.

"It's very easy" he said and wet his lips with the tip of his tongue before fixing his glasses.

Oh god someone save you.

How could he just sit here all sweet and nervous and cute? Looking like he is waiting for someone to just devour him.

And he smelled good too. Like a nerd to be honest. A bit like the library, but you could smell a bit of the after shave. Yeah it have to be that. Your gaze wandered from the paper to give him a side glance, His face looked smooth, he always looked clean, neat. With his hair cut in a silly way and nice looking clothes. If not the top button it would even look really good.

You crossed your legs nodding slightly to pretend you're listening. Jesus Christ his jaw. And his nose.

Jesus Christ his nose.

"Now. Understand?" he asked turning his head to you.

Shit now he'll know you're staring.

"Y-yeah." you nodded. "It's really easy." you added as it would convince both him and you.

You could feel his breath on your face from how close you were.

"Y-you... you want something in exchange for tutoring?" you asked swallowing. "I can get you into one of Felix's parties if you want."

"No." he said seriously and leaned back in his seat looking at the papers seriously. "I don't want to be anywhere close to your stupid brother and idiot cousin." he scoffed.

"Is there something I can do? I don't like to be anyone's debt."

God those big Babmi eyes of you. Michael swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly.

'Is there something I can do?'

YES. Go down on me or I'll die.

"No we're good... as long as you won't take calls in the library or at least next to me." he said and crossed his legs too hiding his hardening cock. Thank god the light was dim and table let him mask easily.

"I can do that."

God your obedience. How sweet you looked. Like some goddamn bunny or another stupid doe.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

God save you. What have Michael Gavey done to you? The smart Catton, with a brain turned into mush because of a dork, you're trying to get your guts rearranged by. And he probably didn't even know where clit is. Let's be fucking honest, Michael having sex it's not something this world has experienced.

"Can I still give you something?" you asked and your cheeks grew pink.

"If you must." he scoffed rolling his eyes.

Your lips pressed to his fast and hard. His eyes widened as he froze for a moment. His heart thumped as his brain was still proceeding what the fuck was happening. Do. Something. Dumbass.

His hand went up just to stop right above the skin of your cheek and his lips tried to move in sync with yours affecting in pretty sloppy and clumsy kiss. His first kiss.

Michael pulled away to inhale looking at you in shock, before quickly fixing his glasses.

Oh. Fuck.

You looked at him and inhaled too, your mouth slightly agape before his hand pulled you to crash his lips against yours, this time way more desperately.

A clumsy kiss with the nerd Michael Gavey turned into messy making out in the corner of library. Like all those people he despised for interfering with library's peace.

"You should really start being invited to those parties." you breathed pulling slightly away to look at those blue eyes.

"Fuck the parties." he shook his head frowning at you, before his nose bumped slightly into yours and his eyes went to your mouth.

Oh how desperate he looked. Like a needy brat finding the most tasty candy of his life. Michael Gavey the pathetic man you are.

"What do you want to do?" you swallowed feeling his breath on you cheek.

"We can go back..." to his dorm. "... to doing the task?"

You raised your eyebrow looking at him. What the fuck? Did the past seven minutes of making out and having his tongue in your mouth happened or not?

"Or... you can... kiss me some more?" he added, his gaze pleading. "...please?"

A man who yearns is the man that earns. Or... something like that.

"Sounds... like a good plan" you nodded smiling slightly.

His lips pressed against you again. And you were never more happy about skipping a party to go study at the library. His lips were soft and his cupid bow prominent, easily felt under your own mouth. The kiss was greedy, more wanting, more needing than those from before. Not quite desperate as you would think Michael could get but not lazy either.

You pulled away slightly to tilt your head down and rub your lips together inhaling before hesitating for a moment. Deep breaths of Michael reached your ears, the way his body trembled slightly and his glasses were a little bit crocked. He almost followed as you stopped the kiss, pleading for more.

When your lips reconnected a second later, you slipped onto his lap and got surprised by a shocked gasp. His eyes widened and hands squeezed on the armrests as if he were too scared to touch you.

And his hard length was pressed into your inner thigh.

Good Lord.

You tried not to move too much, not to cause him any discomfort or made an effort to somehow let him know you felt it. It was as if your senses decided to focus not on the bulge straining against his pants but his lips on yours.

But God. With every soft twitch your knickers were getting wetter and wetter by your arousal and the desperate need to move even so slightly, to release some tension and simply slide over his thigh was almost unbearable.

His nose bumped against yours and you pulled away again to rest your forehead on his and inhale trying to calm down and somehow downplay the coiling feeling in your stomach.

"You're-"

"I'm so sorry." he said gasping.

Sorry? Sorry for what? For making you want to be fucked on the library's table? Or to suck on what's hiding under those pants?

"Don't apologize dumbass." you frowned looking at his red yet slightly startled face. "Just let me-"

"No."

Your hand stopped midair to his zipper and your eyes went to his as you straightened on his lap.

"Let me... I want to..." he inhaled

Oh god he was adorable. His expression boyish and cheeks pink just like the tips of his ears and maybe another tip too.

Not as adorable when he pushed you up on the table earning a surprised gasp from those lips he was savouring seconds ago. Not as adorable when his; shy at first, hands went to the hem of your pants. To pull on the button, undo the zipper and finally tug onto jeans making them slide off to ankles leaving you sprawled on the table, shocked and wet.

"Pink?" he scoffed quietly, his attitude returning as he glanced at your panties; pink with small bow at the front and very noticeable darker spot where your legs met.

"Shut up." you said only letting your head rest on the table.

"Only if you let me make my mouth busy." how did Michael Gavey, the awkward nerd from Oxford know how talk like that.

Your breath hitched and his fingers worked pushing the soaked fabric to the side. Your cunt was glistening with arousal, lips pink and slightly swollen. He definitely wasn't adorable when he lowered himself between your legs, to lap at your sweet little cunt with uncertainness visible in his moves.

His tongue licked over your opening, inhaling surprised at the taste. It was like nothing he ever had in his life. Because he clearly never done that to a girl.

It could be felt with how unsure his tongue is, how careful, yet you didn't miss how his hands squeezed on your thighs, making them look small in his grip. As if he tried to suppress the need to lap like he was starving; maybe he was.

Your eyes closed at the oh how ironic so shy yet so dirty sensation, before you moved your hips slightly; just enough to guide him higher. A high pitched moan let him know he found what he needed. Your hand covered your mouth quickly as if to try and cover the sound you just let slip involuntarily and those you made when his lips sucked and tongue rolled over your clit. Your cheeks burned as he focused at the bud and his chin grazed over your slit making it glistening with your juices.

Gods how sweet you tasted. Michael could die and go to heaven at this moment. Your little moans, muffled so badly by your hand echoed between the bookshelves made his already hard cock leak some pre-cum on the fabric of his boxers. He was going crazy, imagining how angrily pink his tip must be, how he was twitching every time you rolled your hips over his mouth thinking he doesn't feel it. If he touched himself now he would probably; to his embarrassment, nut at the spot. He lapped on your cunt, his hands squeezed on your thighs, only leaving the flesh to fix his glasses.

Oh God he's gonna die.

He watched with big eyes as your thighs trembled slightly, chest rose rapidly and... oh lord, your hand quickly making it's way to his hair to gently tug and pull at the fair strands, directing him to closer to you as his tongue worked rapidly, still unsure of it's actions.

Now you were desperate and needy. He made you act like that.

His glasses fogged up from the heat between your bodies and his own deep, warm breath blew on your glistening cunt. His tongue was parting your folds from time to time and his mouth sucked at the swollen bud hungrily.

You pulled yourself up to look down on him. Your eyes fell upon his flushed cheeks, nose bumping against your flesh, his puppy eyes looking up at you desperately and hands holding onto your thighs as if his life depended on it. His nails dug into your flesh as you tugged harder at his hair when you felt the tension in your stomach ready to snap.

“Fuck—“ you mumbled squeezing your eyes shut. “Michael.”

His eyes widen as he looked up at you. At your blush, at your trembling thighs, at your hand squeezed on his hair. He felt your orgasm on his tongue, the sweet, sweet release. He made you cum. He. Michael Gavey ate out Felix’s younger sister.

He moved away as your grip relaxed, pulling himself up. His eyes wandered up at the blush on your cheeks, trembling of your thighs, rise of your chest. His gaze was hazed. Pleading. Mouth open, gasping for air and chin dripping with your release.

Oh god he looked so pretty.

When your hand fell from his head on his cheek he melted. His grip on your thigh let go leaving behind red marks that will sure turn into bruises tomorrow. His hands wandered to pull back your panties on before your hand stopped him and frown bloomed on your face. It’s not like you haven’t seen his dick straining against the fabric of his pants, it’s wasn’t hard to miss when you were standing between your parted legs.

“What are you doing?” Your tone almost accusatory made him pause with your panties half in way to cover you again.

“I’m—“

“I thought we’re having sex” you said when your thumb moved to wipe his off your release.

His lips parted slightly as he looked at you. Shocked and flushed embarrassed at the realization that dawned over him.

“I’m… not gonna last” he swallowed leaning closer making your noses almost bump together.

He was reluctant yet needy. So needy and desperate, to feel you around him, the warmth, the wetness he always imagined while jerking off in his dorm.

“It’s okay I already came.” his gaze snapped up to your eyes shocked at your words.

“Are you sure?”

A small nod that you gave him was all it took for him to start tugging at his belt quickly as his lips crashed against yours impatiently. A quiet whine fell right into his mouth as you tasted your own release on his tongue. It was weird this connection you shared, the quiet, desperate need to just continue kissing him as if his dick wasn't throbbing in his pants and your own pants weren't hanging from your ankles.

Michael was shy now as he moved away to reposition between your legs. Vulnerable at freshly given consent or more. Assurance. You with your sweet eyes made him safe and comfortable, despise the fact that he surely won't make you cum like that. Few pumps and he'll be done. Embarrassing really. But not now, not to him. Not when you let him so close to you already, only to agree to let him even closer.

The movements of his hands were careful; one squeezed on your waist carefully, the other pulled your panties to the side before getting his length out of his boxers.

He was long but not thick. With a vein running underside and this pretty cherry pink tip.

"Pink?" you asked innocently as to taunt him for his earlier teasing.

He inhaled shakily looking at you. "You fucking tease" he grumbled shaking his head.

"Just asking"

"Please, do shut up"

Your mouth opened yet again, but this time instead of words a surprised moan left them. As he pressed between your folds. Michael's eyes squeezed shut at the warmth and wetness caused by your previous orgasm. It was better than he imagined, soft and slightly tight from the muscles still being strained. It was way better than when he was fucking his hand. Better than anything he imagined. He watched as your hands fell from his face to grip at the edge of the table as he moved slowly trying to prolong the whole experience. Your whiny breaths echoed in his ears as he dropped his head on your shoulder, nose nudging the side of your neck.

You felt him moving within, the trembling inexperienced movements getting faster with each second bringing him to the edge and making you curl your toes as the sensitivity from earlier release haven't worn off yet. You pressed your cheek to his head as he once again squeezed the flesh on your hips probably adding bruises to those soon blooming on your thighs.

"Fuck-." he mumbled, his panting against your skin causing a shiver to run down your spine. "You feel so absolutely fucking amazing."

"Michael-." A quiet moan left your mouth when you felt him pressing against the spongy spot inside and your thighs squeezed on his hips. "Just-... fuck... right there."

"It's good?"

"It's amazing." you mumbled and your hand sneaked up into his hair again. "You're so good, so good for me."

A quiet praise, small and innocent, mumbled into his hair caused him to held onto you tightly as his cock twitched, releasing the warm robes of cum. He pulled out quickly cursing under his breath, his release coated your insides, then folds and clit with white spend. His fingers curled on your hip as he watched his softening cock resting between your thighs.

"I'm- so sorry." he mumbled straightening up slightly.

"It's fine." your assurance made his heart melt again as he stand there, feeling guilty and looking like the scolded puppy. "I'll buy a pill tomorrow morning."

You heard the sharp inhale and saw the guilty nod before he released your hips. Your own hand fell from his hair to pull him into kiss by the collar of his shirt. It was delicate, calming after all that just happened, comforting. You let him run his hand up and down your waist, bump his nose against your with each kiss.

You pulled your panties back from the side still following the rhythm of his mouth until quiet and a little wobbly steps interrupted the peaceful moment. Your eyes snapped open and you pulled away from the kiss listening as Michael readjusted his boxers quickly.

"Wrap it up, you fucking nerd." Farleigh's voice came from afar and your cursed under your breath. "Came to pick you up, we have to find Felix-."

Fucking Farleigh, fucking Felix.

Michael clenched his jaw, the quiet and comforting atmosphere was brutally ended by your cousin and he never, never wanted to strangle Start more than now. Even more when you moved quickly pulling on your pants. He stood there with lips parted as you just let his cum dry on you skin and inside.

"Fuck, I'm so sorry." you said looking at him with embarrassment and regret. "I didn't think he'll come here."

Michael nodded silently buttoning his pants again as if nothing has happened. "It's fine" he mumbled and your heart shattered, it wasn't fine. It was very much not fine.

"Just... find me on Facebook alright?" you said and you eyes went to cup his cheek before inhaling.

God how embarrassing it was.

"Y-yeah... I... I'll find you." he mumbled quietly fixing his glasses.

"I'm so sorry." You hands quickly gathered the things laying on the table, like you haven't been just fucked on it few minutes ago.

You'll fucking kill Farleigh.

"Promise you'll text me." you added before hurriedly pressing your lips to his.

He moaned quietly into your lips, closing his eyes momentary. Your hand involuntarily went back to his cheek and you gasped as his hand desperately clenched on your sweater, tugging you slightly towards him, not wanting to let go, not yet. Just a bit longer, just to bask in the afterglow just a moment more.

"Promise." he nodded as your breath mixed together.

You nodded back smiling again. "Good." you inhaled before pecking his lips again and grabbing the rest of your stuff, as Farleigh's steps were getting closer and closer.

You shared the last glance before you disappeared behind the bookcases and then he could calmly exhale starting to slowly process what just happened. The messy kisses, the lingering taste of you still on his tongue and the best fucking feeling of your cunt being wrapped around his cock.

Michael he could die a happy man now.

Could. If he hadn't promised you something.

His trembling hands went to his phone and opened the app at the same moment scrolling through the Cattons.

Felix Catton. No.

Venetia Catton. No?

There you were.

Quickly he tapped add and with blush on his cheeks and ragged breath.

Just to see a notification from you mere seconds later.

He could die a happy man now.

autor note: this chapter is short and kind of shit (especially end, i got lazy). When i started writing this I didn't even think about turning it in the series and the idea popped in my head when i had like half of it written. So... next chapters will hopefully be longer and better lmaoo.

[mxtantrights]

WORLDS AWAY II

a/n: okay wasn't expecting that many of you to actually see and like the first part. stick with me here while I put some stuff together for these two love birds. I'm gonna warn you, it's gonna be angsty.

It was like everything was happening so fast but not fast enough. Azriel took in everything with his eyes. How Lucien swiped the meaningless stuff from the table with is arm. Rhys winnowed away to get Madja himself. Mor took your hand into hers and talked to you, begged you to just hold on, as Cassian grabbed a clean napkin to press to your neck.

Nesta grabbed another bunch of napkins to place pressure on your chest. Feyre took care to dab at the wound on your head.

Azriel stood there as still as a statue. He didn't know what to do. He didn't know what his hands should do, or what he should say.

He watched your eyes open. He watched you look around the room, at all the people that surrounded you. How you weakly groaned and tried to move away from them.

Until you saw him. Your eyes locked with his and in that moment it was like time moved normally.

Azriel stepped up to your body on the table. He watched as you visibly stopped tensing and your eyes went wide.

"It's okay. You're gonna be okay." he spoke.

You nodded your head at his words, a couple of tears then came out of your eyes. They painted streaks down your face. His hand, as if on instinct, came out and brushed them away.

-------

Everything felt like pain. Blinking. Breathing. Trying to move your head, trying to move anything. But you couldn't help it. You didn't know where you were, or who was with you.

You didn't feel safe.

That's why you sit up in bed, which doesn't belong to you, and look around the room. The room isn't filled with anything identifiable or homely.

It's bare.

A horrible thought crosses your mind. That you were taken to some place without your knowledge. Someone did something to you The last thing you remember is being held down by a captor and their thick blade cutting you open.

No. Not that's not the last thing you remember.

Him.

The winged fae. The one you saved some time ago. He looked at you.

The sound of the door opening makes you look over to it. You see an older woman walk in. As she does, your cat Felix walks in behind her. You let out a sigh of relief at the sight of him.

"You're awake. Good."

-------

Azriel didn't know what to think. A mate? A human mate? It's not like these things were impossible. Feyre and Rhysand come to mind. They both felt the pull before they even knew what it was and before Feyre was made into fae.

But this?

He feels undeserving of this, of you. He's getting ahead of himself anyways. He's just happy you're alive. Healing.

"I met her a while ago. In the woods near The Wall."

Azriel turns around at the sound of a male voice. Standing there, at the edge of the training mat, is Lucien.

"When I met her she was nowhere near The Wall." Azriel says.

"She said she moved. Not sure why. I relocated her within Spring." Lucien offers.

Azriel nods, "What happened? How did she end up like that?"

"She had taken in one of those Children of the Blessed."

Azriel huffs. A fanatic had let their followings lead them to hurting another person. It's not unusual but he didn't like it. He didn't like it at all.

"When I got there, the lunatic was gone. Left her there to bleed out." Lucien continues.

Azriel shakes his head at that. It's been eating him up since he saw you so close to death. Maybe his run in with you had caused this. Maybe he had brought death to your doorstep.

"She's asking for you." Lucien says.

-------

A series of knocks comes from the door. You're not sure who it is. You know who you want it to be. You're just not sure if he'll show up. He hadn't visited these past two days.

You asked for him. Maybe you shouldn't have.

"Come in."

The door opens slowly. And in walks a person you weren't expecting to see. A person you don't know. A tall man with wings, but he's not the one you saved.

"Quite the first impression you made. I'm Cassian." he says.

You laugh lamely, then you introduce yourself, "Can't say I wanna do it again."

He moves further into the room now. He takes note of Felix laying on the corner of the bed.

"He's been looking for you. Since you saved his life." he says.

Without having to ask you know who he's talking about. Who else could it be? But if what he's saying is true, why isn't he here? Why do you not even know his name?

"Why?"

He takes a while to answer. Which throws you odd for a moment there. It's a simple question. Unless he had ulterior motives.

"It'd be best if he explains."

-------

Azriel feels pathetic. Absolutely and utterly pathetic. He's been in combat. He's killed people. And yet he cannot work up the courage to go into your room.

Every time he tries something stops him. His shadows even whisper for him to go. But he goes slack. His hands shake. He feels clammy and his breathing quickens.

He's pathetic!

Azriel turns around, away from your door, and is about to walk away.

Until he hears a door open. His heart skips a beat. He stops in his tracks. He can feel his shadows swirling around him, uncontrollably.

When he doesn't hear anything, he slowly turns around. His eyes find yours. He could fall to his knees right here and now. He gulps and clears his throat.

"Hello." he says in more of a whisper.

You gape at him. You look up at him with your wide eyes. The bandages that cover your wounds make his skin crawl. You were perfectly fine before you met him.

There's a beat of silence and then you say it.

Your name.

And then he does it. He actually falls to his knees. There are two hard knocks on the floor. You watch him as he does, your head moving downward to follow him.

He hangs his head, "I'm so sorry."

"Me too. I wish you had visited me sooner." you speak.

He looks up at you confused. That is not what he was expecting you to say. At his confusion you chuckle lightly. When you do you reach for your chest and hold it, a wince leaving you.

"What's your name?" you ask.

"Azriel."

You hold out your hand for him to take. Like an angel from a story. He takes your hand in his and feels the warmth and that spark again.

-------

The two of you sit in silence on the balcony for a while. It had been like this since he finally spoke to you. It was like there was nothing to say to each other.

But there was.

You wanted to ask about him. You wanted to know about him, and what brought him to your doorstep on the edge of death.

And it's not like he was avoiding you. He found you almost twice a day and sat with you. But never said anything. Never. It was odd to say the least.

You weren't planning on taking up residence here, so you would have to get a move on sometime soon. Majda is coming over later this week to check your wound again before giving you the all clear.

You look over at him. He's sitting with his legs crossed and looking over the view from the house.

"I'm leaving soon." you say.

At that he turns to you. A bit of surprise in his eyes. Not a good surprise but a bad one.

"Oh."

"I don't really fit in here, and I can see your friends overcompensating for me." you explain a bit to him.

He nods his head, "I understand."

"But I would like to see you." you add on.

He goes still at that.

"What?" he asks.

"I would like to see you, Azriel. Outside of this place."

He clears his throat. His eyes darting around and around. He can hear you stifle a laugh, to his benefit he supposes. He sits up and reaches for the metal railing of the balcony.

"I'm the reason you for hurt. You know that, don't you?" he asks.

You shake your head, "No, that child of the blessed or whomever is why I got hurt. And if I could go back in time I'd still help you."

Azriel scoffs, "Even with that scar on your neck now?"

"Even with the scar. I don't care." you answer poorly.

"You should. I only bring disaster and pain."

You think to yourself maybe this is why he doesn't talk to you when he sits here. All that rattles in his head is self deprecation. You don't like hearing it one bit.

"What if you come and see me?" you ask.

Azriel looks at you then. Like you had stumbled upon something new, unheard of. You didn't want to make him uncomfortable or put him on the spot. You had save his life and it seems like he feels indebted to you.

You wish you could tell him that saving his life wasn't a transactional experience. That you didn't need anything from him for it. So maybe the best way to do that is to give him the decision.

Without wasting another second you shrug off the knitted cardigan off your body. You hold it out for him to take. He looks down at the piece of fabric, unmoving.

"You can use it to find me." you speak.

He looks up at you, "Are you sure?"

"Whenever your'e ready to find me Azriel. I'll be there."

-------

The cabin is pretty big. Bigger than what your'e used to. But you couldn't turn down the offer from Rhys. You half heartedly expect that there is more to it.

With the way they all looked at you as you left a few days ago. It felt weird. Like they knew something that you didn't. Something that had to do with you and Azriel, who curiously didn't see you off.

It did sting. He was the only one of them that you sort of knew. The only one you had a real connection with. But you guessed that he didn't feel the need to say goodbye to you. So you tried to push it down deep inside of you and no let it consume you.

Which is why you're decorating the cabin. Lucien dropped off all of your things from the other place. The place where you almost died. He did a good job at cleaning up things too.

Well, almost. An old blanket had a bit of blood on it. You hold it up to inspect it a bit more.

Before you can harp on it for too long, Felix comes in-between your legs. You look down at him with a smile.

"I'll be fine. Just thinking." you say.

Felix moves from your legs and over to the door. You think to yourself he may want to get some fresh air. You walk over to the door and open it so that he can run free for a bit.

What you weren't expecting was the basket. Sitting on the porch of the cabin is a huge wicker basket. Filled with things. You kneel down and look it over. Candles. A blanket. Some clothes. Trinkets. House stuff.

A letter.

Your fingers pluck the paper from the basket. No name. You turn it over to the back to be sure of it. Then you open the folded letter to unveil very neat handwriting.

Your name is at the top.

It's been a few days since you left. I am sorry for not saying goodbye with the others. I wanted to but I felt wrong doing so. I still feel at fault for your being hurt and on death's doorstep.

I know you won't hear it, but I am sorry again. You can't begin to understand how much.

The basket is supposed to be filled with things you need. Although I admit I didn't partake in much of the buying and had help from some of the inner circle.

If any of it displeases you, please throw it away. I thought it would be a gesture of something. I'm not sure what.

I realize now what you were trying to do when you gave me your sweater. I do want to see you. But there are things I need to figure out before I do. I wish to have more answers than questions for you.

But I promise I will come visit you.

Hope to see you soon,

Azriel

You bring your hand up to your mouth in a gasp. The letter is sweet and really thoughtful. You're glad that he doesn't feel like you pushed him into anything he didn't want to do.

With bated breath you get stand up straight again. Felix coming between your legs once more.

"You knew I had something waiting for me on my doorstep, didn't you?" you ask.

The cat just looks up at you, unimpressed.

-------

The nightmare isn't too bad. Not that you think. Even trying to recall it is difficult. When your eyes were closed you could swear the images were vivid and real.

But as you start to wake, your mind reveals the truth to you.

There is no unknown person your house trying to kill you. There is just silence. You sit up a bit out of breath and look around. The darkness of the room doesn't help to ease your mind.

But you can see Felix at the edge of your bed. If he is sleeping, then everything is okay. He could sense danger from a mile away and would let you know.

It's why you think that Child of the Blessed didn't do any worse damage. Felix had remained at your side through the whole visit and launched at them when they attacked you.

You reach up to touch the wound on your neck. Not yet a scar but somehow not fresh anymore. Funny. Every morning you wake up and you feel it weighing on you.

It isn't morning yet. The dark blue sky and the moonlight that peeks out of the window tells you as much. So you put your head back down on your pillow and shut your eyes again.

What you don't know is that there is no need to worry about your safety. In addition to Felix that sleeps at your feet, facing the bedroom door, there is another living thing keeping you company.

Azriel stood guard on your front door. Dress in his usual black leathers and his arms crossed over his chest. His eyes focused on anything in the distance that could be coming your way. And his ears focused on your breathing that evens out as you fall back to sleep.

For now, this is what he'll take. Being separated from you by two doors. You not knowing that he's here. Even though he does want to see you. He wants it badly.

But his guilt eats at him most nights. He thinks this is why he's able to feel your nightmares in the pit of his belly. They wake him with a jolt and he comes over to watch over your cabin for a few hours. Ever since you left.

One day he'll have the courage to tell you he's here. One day.

Not tonight.

[threegoldfish]

It touches Steven's heart, to hear the man speak those words out into the open; He talks about himself, his... way of caring, if one shall call it such, just to then give more of those utterly kind words back to Steven.

And he... swallows again, feels his heart fluttering briefly behind the firm of his sternum. They step through the door, leave the infirmary behind---

"...I'm glad you could... grow into who you are now, doctor - despite it all." Despite his past, mentioned but not elaborated upon, and Steven gets it - doesn't push nor prod, just takes it the way it is, listens and accepts. Another smile, something soft at the edges, as he looks over at Harrow - allowing a second of silence to pass before he clears his throat once more.

"I'... I'm sorry that... things happened the way they did. But!" A finger lifts itself into the air, a sudden spark of energy existing, something cheerful, happy. "You have me now! While I, uhm, d-don't really want you to care about me all the time - that's bloody exhausting, really, you shouldn't do that! - I'm still... very happy about receiving some of it, as you may have noticed, so..." It is meant as a bit of a joke, perhaps, lighthearted and a little cheeky... but there's actually a good portion of sincerety stored within those words; Steven likes the man, after all, and he feels so much better because of him caring. Definitely won't complain if he gets to have a bit more of that, yeah...

A chuckle, a shrug, a soft exhale of air. Sheepish, again. "And... thank you. I can only give t-that back to you, honestly: Your words mean a lot. Not sure if you intended for them to, but... yeah." Another bit of something vaguely playful, but honest and heartfelt.

--

Getting to take a shower, to clean up thoroughly, had felt absolutely amazing to Steven - allowed him to calm down even further, to let go of that stress and anxiety that had filled the whole of his confused being after... well, everything, yeah. He'd also cleaned his face, as carefully as he could, removed all of that dried-up blood (ugh, disgusting) and some of the scabs that were already about to fall off all by themselves; The plaster across the bridge of his nose and the cut on his upper lip are what remains, and he's positive that he can deal with those.

And Steven had... written that letter. Yeah, he had. Mulled it over for a little while there, during the whole of that day - unsure if he really should take a first step and approach that Marc-guy in such a way. But then, in the early evening, he'd decided on giving it a try; Hearing about how much he must struggle had just done something to him, caused that tiny beating heart inside his chest to ache, so... really, there had been no way around it! Steven needed to write this letter, in an attempt to make the unknown man feel better about himself!

Did he start over about three times, throwing away paper after paper? Yes. Did it take him the whole damn evening up until the early night to get it done? Absolutely. But he'd managed, filled three entire pages with whatever he could come up with - talking about himself, what he likes to do, to eat, to listen to, to watch on TV, explained about his odd fascination for anything ancient Egypt, apologized for rambling so much, told about feeling sorry for Marc having to go through a lot of bad stuff...

---Erm, yeah, it's a very long letter indeed. But Steven finished it, satisfied with the outcome - put it to the side, then went to bed with a book in hand, intending to read a few pages.

He fell asleep before he could even start doing such.

--

Fingers trail along the pages of written text, tracing the lines, the rather messy handwriting; Marc's been reading the whole thing twice so far, is about to do it a third time. The sun's barely up yet, but he can hear some noise coming from outside of his room (people waking up, getting ready for breakfast) - he'd allowed the body to rest for about four hours, then woke up within it, and now here he is.

Moved. Affected. Shoulders heavy, brows furrowed, lips pressed into a thin line. What had happened the day before had... shaken things up quite a bit, yeah - caused Marc to come to terms with the fact that Steven's starting to take over the body without Marc allowing him to, which... well...

---God, the guilt is eating away on him, the fact that poor Steven had to go through it all - had to wake up in the infirmary with blood all over his shirt, nose and entire head hurting, that stupid nurse giving him the worst of times possible. Marc had always done everything he could to protect the man - to keep him from witnessing such kinds of things - but he'd failed this time, and... he thinks that it might not be the first time, all thigs considered.

There's a few days missing for him, after all, and he's pretty sure now that those have been lived by Steven instead. Harrow knows of him, after all, the two chatting along in a rather comfortable way---

Without that doctor having made his way over in the middle of the night, Steven would've gone through an even worse hell. Marc is beyond grateful - and... well, he... should probably tell Harrow such. Talk about the fact that the whole Steven-thing is nothing new to Marc, but rather a constant.

With a sigh falling from his lips, Marc rereads the letter for the mentioned third time. His heart aches because of it, to get to read all the things the other had written down so neatly - caring about Marc, despite not knowing him. Thinking of him being someone else somewhere within this facility, when in reality, Marc has been here with him all the damn time...

--

When it's finally time for Marc to go to the next meeting with Harrow, it's the late afternoon. A caretaker is picking him up from the community room, leads him over to that office; A knock on that door, and Marc is being let inside - he's sure that he doesn't need to introduce himself, Harrow will know by simply looking at him that this is, in fact, Marc - and not Steven.

Arthur glanced over as they walked, his expression unreadable for just a moment. He was caught in thought just behind his eyes, something distant but present; the words were nice. Hearing that he came across as a man who ‘cared a lot’ stuck to him harder than they should have; lingering like something rare. He didn’t wave it off. 

“Maybe a bit too much,” he echoed in agreement, an edge of a smile forming on his face. “You’re not the first person to say that. But I appreciate it, thank you.” 

His voice was odd around compliments, like there was something almost tired in it. Not the tired that came from not sleeping enough, but from something deeper - something older. Arthur felt old sometimes, in times like this; so much past that led up to such little in the present. 

“I didn’t always care,” he offered as they walked. “There was a time where I wouldn’t’ve cared if someone was in pain, even if I’d caused it.” His head tilted, considering; remembering something distant. “But that kind of life doesn’t give anything back. I guess you can say that I’ve grown into someone with a lot of care to give, but I have a past that doesn't give me a lot of people to give it to.” 

He gave Steven a smile, genuine and friendly. “So thank you. That meant a lot more than you probably intended it to.” 

At the door, he paused to press his ID to the lock. The door clicked open, Arthur holding it open for Steven so that the man could pass through first. “And for what it’s worth, I don’t think you drop bricks. I think you just… speak honestly. That’s rare. People are so used to being careful, they sometimes forget how comforting it is to be around someone who’s not trying to perform all the time.” 

Another smile, more than just something kind and polite. Something genuine, to some point; he liked Steven. He liked the honesty, he liked the way he rambled and cared - it was jarring when compared to Marc, but it was understandable why Marc might lock this part away from himself. It was easy to consider these traits to be ‘weak’ ones; but it was fascinating to see the man that it all combined into. 

“You’ve got clothes in the same place as last time. Shower is the same - no one should bother you. Feel free to stay in your room for a while, if it’d help you feel better - just take care of yourself. You’ve been through a lot, today.” 

[priisprii]

Hellooo, so this is my first request in your account 🥹 I’ve been a follower for a while but was always shy to ask for it even in anonymous. I was wondering about a fluffy smut. So mostly I’m into wild and rough sexual stuff (iykyk), but lately I feel like so soft about Dokyeom, I don’t know why. Could I request a very soft smut with reader? Any scenario you’d like to put on will be perfect 🥰

Beforehand, thank you. Love ya <3

Stay with me, i don't want you to leave- Dokyeom

Thank you anon for this request. I was wanting to write about dk for a long time. this a lil short but I hope you like it and thank you for your kind words.

Warnings: making love, kissing, unprotected sex.

𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 :𝙆 𝙗𝙮 𝙘𝙞𝙜𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙚𝙭

Minors don't interact.

you were in pure bliss.

Hands intertwined with dokyeom as he kept kissing you softly,pouring his heart out to you through his actions. There was no rush, no roughness tonight just unfiltered tender love.

"you're so pretty love. I must have saved a nation in my past life to deserve you" dokyeom said, looking into your eyes with pure admiration and adoration as his hips moved against yours , pace slow enough to make you familiar with every detail of his length, reaching deepest corners of your pussy and making you feel heavenly pleasure.

"no, I am more lucky to have you" you breath out, tightening hold against dokyeom's hand, pressing your body closer to his even if there wasn't much space left between you two, hot burning bodies glued together like a artwork.

You don't remember how many times dokyeom has made you cum tonight with his tongue, fingers and cock, it was all blurry only bliss hovering over your senses. his soft velvety voice praising you ringing in your ears as he fucked you sloppily.

"you are so good for me, my good girl sucking my cock soo good" dokyeom grunted, giving a harsh thrust as he felt his orgasm approaching. His hand travelled down to your boob cupping it delicately with his veiny hand, feather light touch making you tickle. he twirls your nipple between his two digits, making you whimper. he continued the process with other one too, twirling, pinching, and tickling it intensifying your pleasure.

"Feels so good, dokyeom, don't stop" you moaned, your hands flying to his back, finger nails digging into the soft skin. this was your way of leaving your claim on him, since him being an idol didn't gave you much freedom to leave bruises on his neck but his back was your fully yours. Yours to mark, yours to ruin. Every part of him was yours.

"yeah baby? Feels good?Gonna cum for me?"dokyeom asked kissing you all over your face, eyelids, cheekbones, lips nose. You felt so full, full of love and cock.

"gonna cum"

"let it out baby.cum for me"

your high washed over you,legs trembling as you cummed around dokyeom's cock, cries of your pussy sounding filthy in your ears. you felt intense pressure as your mind went hazy, overwhelmed by scent of sex in room, scent of your lover.

Dokyeom pulled his cock halfway, before slamming it back inside, your pussy hugged him tightly as he spilled his seeds deep inside you, painting your walls white. his thrusts came to halt as he filled your walls with so much, wanting to stay there for an eternity.

"I love you" he whispered smiling against your skin.his hand, resting against your neck, feeling your delicate pulse.

"i love you more"

[ablobwhowrites]

Rainy day

(a little silly fic I made cause I like making baker y/n stuff.)

Today was such a good day as it was one of the non schedule days that y/n rarely had and they mostly spent them staying inside and not doing anything except for going outside when their cake hound needed too but today they wanted to go outside for a bit. Y/n walked around the kingdom seeing new stories opening as well as they saw cookies walking around, feeling the sun on their dough and the nice cool air. It felt nice having alone time even on a small walk, y/n walked to the small plaza in the middle of the kingdom and y/n sometimes wonders if the sugar gnomes ever get tired of building so many things for the kingdom. Y/n sat on the bench and leaned back to think about this for a bit as they got more puzzled from how many questions they thought of as like 'because I'm a cookie does that mean I have all my organs or do they change? What's cookie anatomy? Their baked so how do they have blood?' as y/n pondered this, they didn't see the rain clouds forming and suddenly rain began to fall. Many cookies rushed inside as they didn't want to get soggy with little cookies rushing along side the others for shelter but y/n still say alone in the plaza as they got up to go back home, they stopped. Looking at the rain forming puddles on the ground and then to their hands but instead of their new dough skin absorbing the rain like how other cookies experience it ran off their hands and y/n questioned it more as they walked back home. Along the tiled sidewalks that strung all around the kingdom were puddled forming some small and others bigger. Y/n was going to take the short cut back home but the puddles on the sidewalk where on the long way home and y/n looked to the path they would go for a more faster way home but then to the side walk filled with the puddles that differ in size and y/n knew what they should pick.

Almond cookie hung his coat on the coat hanger and Walnut Cookie's as well. "Alright go dry off, I don't want you catching a cold." Almond cookie said as Walnut cookie ran off as her hair was soaking wet from how long the was back to the house as well as almond cookie was but he also didn't want his daughter to get sick or soggy because of the rain. Taking off his shoes and was about to go into the living room, he stopped as he heard laughing? Almond cookie opened the curtains a bit to looked out the window as he went into the living room and saw y/n laughing and giggling to themselves as they jumped into puddles, splashing then and running into other ones to jump into them to try and get a bigger splash. Almond cookie smiled as y/n looked so happy while just messing around like a little kid would if they got to play in the rain "Hey dad! Can we watch, cookies and crime! A new episode is about come on!" Walnut cookie squealed in excitement as almond cookie looked away from y/n to walnut cookie. "Alright, we can." Almond cookie smiled as Walnut cookie cheered and ran to the TV for the remote, He looked back outside and saw as y/n continue to splash in the puddles as they went down the sidewalk, He smiled close the curtains and went to sit down.

Y/n continued their little quest to splash in every puddle that was in their way until they reached their front door. Y/n was soaked and quickly went in as their cake hound excitedly ran up to them and barked happily, y/n laughed a bit with a big smile on their face "hi buddy, you missed me? I guess I took to long outside." Y/n said as they took off their jacket and shoes at the door to quickly go change into something dry and comfortable. After changing y/n went to sit in the living room with their cake hound following close behind and sat right in their lap when y/n chose a chair to sit on after getting a book to read, y/n pet their cake hound head as it wagged their tail and got comfortable in their lap. The light form the lamp that illuminated the room with a soft light that made the room feel more welcoming with y/n relaxing against the plush chair.

'Today was a nice day' y/n thought.

(that's it for this story today. But hopefully you guys liked it and if you want more please don't be shy and request any ideas for stories or y/n's you have! But for now please stay safe and drink water!)

[lunarriviera]

Hi! Hope you're doimg well! I wanted to ask, what do you do when you get stuck when writing? Like, I know I want to go from point A to point B, but I'm stuck at point A and not sure how to get to point B.

nonny i am busting in here all excitedly like the koolaid man at four in the god o’clock of the morning to answer this, because I ACTUALLY KNOW THIS ONE: 

the solution to this issue is, in fact, square brackets. like this: [???]

what? you say. how works this? you say. READ ON I WILL TELL YOU

so right now in the scene i’m trying to pull together/make into prose, from tattered drafts/sentences/allcaps/bullet points/etc., i have three things that need to happen: 1) police will search a suspect’s house, 2) one of them has to find something incriminating, 3) the suspect’s son has to burst in and cause a lot of trouble. those are my B points. but right now, i’m stuck at point A: shen yi and he rongyue are sitting in the car talking about feelings when they need to get out and go do their damn jobs. how do i get them to move. why aren’t they moving. why are they still sitting there talking, this isn’t brunch goddammit.

at this point as a writer, you get to make a decision: EITHER a) your idea about what needs to happen in this scene was all wrong, and the reason you’re “stuck” at point A is that maybe point A is actually a very interesting place for your characters to linger inside, and maybe they really need to be there a while longer, in case they have things to say or do. and point B maybe isn’t the point B you thought it was going to be, but it’s going to be something different (maybe shen yi and he rongyue realize they need backup, or they decide they’re going someplace else to do something different, instead).

OR: square brackets. it works like this. (and by the way i learned this from @seperis because she is literally a genius, thank you sep darling you should know saved my whole entire life.) here is some of my draft to illustrate:

[shen yi and he rongyue saying a bunch of words about feelings and things not related to the case they’re supposed to be investigating]

“I wonder,” said Shen Yi thoughtfully, “what would happen if you just asked her to go for a walk with you?”

[TK]

Shen Yi stopped in front of the painting and looked at it, at first out of habit, and then more closely, as he instinctively stepped back the correct distance to see both the whole canvas at once as well as its technique. From the other room, he could hear He Rongyue and [Name of Her Assistant] doing [something something something]. He still had on nitrile gloves, so he came closer again, to touch the varnish, feel along the grooves of the brushwork. He frowned. This wasn’t a reproduction—this was a genuine [name of painter redacted bc it’s a plot point and a surprise].

[TK]

“What the fuck are you people doing in my house?” came an aggrieved voice from the landing. Everyone turned to look up at the young man standing there, keys in one hand, a cup of iced coffee in the other. He was, Shen Yi realized, Huang Wei, and that was neither unexpected nor a particular problem, but the person with him was probably going to be a very particular problem indeed.

you can see how i gestured towards three different parts of this scene, even though i didn’t finish any of them here and have no idea what the connective tissue will be between them. and i did this by skipping huge wads of prose and just tossing in “[TK]” for now. ”TK” by the way is an abbreviation i learned while working for newspapers/magazines; journalists use it to mean “to come,” as in, “something important is missing here so i promise i will make a bunch of phone calls and get that detail/fact shoved in there before we go to press.” We use TK instead of TC because you can word-search TK and that letter combination isn’t in any english words (or at least very few; anyway i can’t think of any).

at some point, of course, you will have to fill in “[TK]” or rather, i will, here with all the stuff that’s missing—dialogue, action, and description, mostly; i tend not to summarize or use exposition much, but usually default to telling a story in-scene (a time-honored tradition in fanfic). but the beauty of TK and above all, the square brackets, is that you don’t bog down. you don’t go down a research rabbit hole because you can’t remember the name of He Rongyue’s assistant (Xiao something? Feng?) and you don’t wind yourself into knots figuring out how to get them out of the car and into the house. you keep moving, like a shark.

so if you’re stuck getting from A to B? stop trying to get from A to B. just SKIP there, skip to where you want to be. throw in “[something goes here]” so you remember to go back and add it later. if you have a general idea of what goes there, put that instead: “[somehow they get out of the car still talking and head inside. oh wait how do they break the door down. is jiang xue with them?]”—like that.

the trick with any piece of fic longer than, say, 7-8k, is NOT to get bogged down. anything with multiple scenes, really—even if you have, say, five scenes planned for your oneshot, you will find one really easy to write and then you’ll stare at the next one, which SHOULD be easy to write, for eleventy hours, sweating like that gif of jordan peele. don’t do that. just put “[this is the scene where chen fei throws a chair and ruan nanzhu says something cutting and walks out, and that’s the moment chen fei knows he actually likes the bastard.]” then skip! skip, skip. skip to the moment where you know the next thing that will happen! write that part instead! “it’s two years later and chen fei is furious, because he has to see that lovesick look on ruan nanzhu’s face whenever he thinks qiushi isn’t paying attention. the worst part is that lin qiushi is genuinely loveable, so chen fei can’t even hate him. he starts hiding in his room.” etc.

the thing about writing ANYTHING is not to lose momentum, not to get stuck in what novelist robert pirsig called “a gumption trap.” or, as alec baldwin’s character says in glengarry glen ross: always be closing. keep moving! don’t sit in one place too long or you really will get stuck. if you find yourself fussing with a paragraph, or adding more to a scene when you didn’t mean to add more instead of stopping and moving on, or pacing around the house irritated with yourself, drink a lot of very cold water and then SKIP.

skip to the part where you know what happens. if you don’t know what happens, either go for a long walk and think about what exactly Han Juwon or Naruto or Bob the Builder or Taylor Swift or Viktor Nikiforov or Wang Meng or whomstthefuckever would do/say in this situation. after about 15-20 minutes i’m usually either turning around to go home and write it down, or giving myself complicate mnemonics based on trees and street signs, so i have a chance of remembering what i just realized absolutely has to happen next in the story.

in conclusion:

1. [TK!] [square brackets are your friends!] [you can use them!] [to skip ahead!] [and leave a stuck spot BYYYYYEEEE hit da bricks] [and just go to a more pleasant spot where there’s a shady tree and some soft green grass to lie on]

2. …and then later when you take another pass through the document, on some day when you’re mentally fresher and maybe you haven’t read it for a couple days, you’ll find yourself adding a few sentences. or one sentence. or some words. it’s fine. it’s all fine. look we can’t all be out here writing a million words a year. some people do, sure. as writer annie dillard says, some people eat cars. but if you want to write something with some bite to it, some texture and grit and heft, you’re gonna endure some tortuous slowness and a lot of [TK]. so best start getting real comfortable with that now. if you wanted an easy hobby i have some difficult news for you, you picked the wrong fucking one.

3. the reward for your patience with yourself and your writing process will be all those times when you’re driving, showering, cooking, and/or DMing with bestie, and suddenly What's About To Happen Next will hit you like a bolt of lightning and nearly scalp you in the process. holy shit, you’ll say to yourself, stunned. i now know exactly who’s coming through the door with huang wei and it’s not at all who i thought it was. (this jolt of electricity is why people are pantsers, by the way. we suffer through our own cluelessness for an eternity, just to have that one shocking moment of godlike clarity. the crash usually sucks but the high is unbelievable.) (and i say this, but i always have an outline. i just usually mostly ignore it, because apparently my continued survival is predicated on the fact that imaginary people talk in my head and i just write down what they say.)

4. finally i have ABSOLUTELY written fics of every length just to get to One Particular Scene which i wrote first. i wrote the ending of my current long wip really early on, and everything leading up to it has just been me trying to figure out: okay, so what’s it going to take to get them there? in the words of george w. bush, whom i am not much given to quoting, you are the decider. you can decide to write your fic backwards if you want to! write C first and then go back and add B and at the very end A! no one will ever know, it’s between you and your drafts. then you can do what i do, and write an excessively long nervous a/n about it all, when you post.

this got long but tldr just remember: [tk]. love you have fun writing!!! <3 <3

[mar3ggiata]

bleed a little louder

simon riley x oc

tw: violence, sexual themes, blood and gore, breeding kink, pregnancy, slow burn, enemies to lovers, forced relationship (consensual), mentions of alcohol consumption, swearing, children.

about: after 6 years of war, the world is destroyed, economy collapsed, institutions dismantled. the Women take charge of the politics and focus on rebuilding society, while Men fight a pointless war. It’s 2036 when Simon finds his way to a daffodils meadow to rest and die. Instead of peacefully passing, he gets awaken by a beautiful girl, threatening to stab him if he doesn’t get out of her garden.

taglist info: please comment or reblog this post to be added

other works by the author: professional help & TNOTT (sequel)

note: this has been in my head for a very long time and i also posted a million spoilers, here’s an introduction (finally) <3

‘There’s a man outside.’

Her head snapped in the direction of the voice. The little girl was standing in the middle of the living room, daffodils in her hand, her skirt dirty with mud. A younger version of her staring unbothered at the woman.

‘A what?’

The girl was calm, she just shrugged and nodded her head in the direction of the garden.

‘Stay here with your brother’, she asserted before making her way to the drawer where she kept her gun.

‘I think he’s dead, mom.’

The woman froze. A rush of adrenaline and anxiety filled her chest, and rage and anger. Dead? If he’s not dead by the time I get there I'm killing him with my bare hands. She let go of the gun and got out the door. The garden extended for some kilometres on the left side of the house, it was quite unkept at the moment, some patches of grass greener, poor child must have seen him while she was picking flowers…

It had been a while since the last encounter she had with a soldier. If he was French they weren’t gonna have any problems, she’d discard the body in the woods. If he was Russian, he had to wish he was dead. If he was English, he was definitely dead already. She tied her hair while strutting to the garden, made her way through the flowers. He was a black spot in the middle of the yellow sea of flowers. He was quite large, she approached him without making a sound. He had a rifle gun laying beside him, he didn't look like he was breathing.

He had a mask on, a skull printed mask. Freak. How fucking dare you die in my garden?

She studied his gear, he had a knife strapped to his muscular thigh, the holster of a handgun was empty. English flag on his sleeve, lazy fuck, I knew it…

He’s dead. Those men were the weakest.

I could keep you, she thought. I could keep you to study. I wonder if your insides are made of the same matter as mine, are you flesh and bone and muscle? She imagined carving his chest open to reach for his heart, would she even find anything in his chest? That brown stuff on your gloves, is it blood? Must be… She wondered if she killed him, how many would she avenge. How many lives would she save by killing one of the monsters.

She finally managed to get closer, she kicked his rifle away and squatted down beside him. The chirping of the birds accompanied her movements, they could see how anxious she was…

She reached for his knife when she saw his eyelashes flutter. Her blood went cold and she saw herself dead for a second, blood splattering the flowers. She saw her house on fire, him killing her kids… He had to come to die in her fucking garden, of all places, and now, he had her dirtying her skirt. Blood is always so hard to wash off…

She had the blade at his throat before he could fully open his eyes.

Dying in May wasn’t really the plan. It takes some courage, dying in such a pretty season, when the flowers bloom and the air is soft on your face. He always pictured his death to happen in the winter. The red of the blood, rubies dripping in the white blanket of snow in some remote mountain. He wanted to die after a good fight. A gunshot to the head, simple and efficient. But dying in May…

Down by the banks of the stream in Zurich, he imagined silvery pikes to swim down, not the bodies of other soldiers. Carried and lulled to sleep by the flow.

Simon, rest for a second, he had heard the wind say. It carried the voices of the dead, the whisper of his brothers. They gently pulled him to the ground, the flowers moved their stems to accomodate for his tired body to sleep. He understood the time he had left wasn't gonna be enough to ask forgiveness for all his sins.

He mumbled a prayer, though he had never prayed before. ‘Mother…’ he thought he said. A lament, a dying scream of help. And the flower listened. The grip on the rifle loosened.

Aainst his teeth words of defeat, too ice-cold to dissolve in the heat.

When he felt the air fill his lungs again it hurt. It was like being born again, chest cracking, lungs expanding with his first breath, for the first time. The sun was heavy on his eyelids and he regained consciousness slowly. His reflexes were still sharp after 5 years of war. He had heard a noise, but when his hand tried to grip his gun, he realised it was no longer in his hand. Death put some more pressure on his chest, hushing him and urging him to sleep.

He defeated the sunlight and peeked at the source of the noise above him. It wasn’t Death that was pushing him down, but a hand. An arm, a shoulder.

A woman.

The leaders of society. He hadn’t seen a Woman in months, had been close to one in years…

Just his luck, hu?

She must have gotten his knife, which was pointed at his throat. Even if he got scared, he sure couldn't move. It was like the grass or the pollen poisoned him. And the woman now, was interfering with his solemn eternal rest.

The woman.

She was looking at him with her eyebrows furrowed. She was knees deep in the dirt, her hand pressed firmly on his shoulder. Her hair was falling on her shoulder, dangling between them. She held the blade and her arm was shaking. She covered the sun with her figure, making the rays behind engulf her figure like she was bathing in sunlight.

‘You’re not allowed to die here’, she was saying. She spoke English.

His ears hadn't heard the melody of a human voice in years. Suddenly, the ringing stopped. The gunshots, the screaming. He wanted to ask her to repeat just so he could die with a nice sound in his ears. Her eyes were filled with anger, her chest raising and falling rapidly with sharp and quick breaths.

His muscles weren't working, even if he wanted to pronunce an answer he doubted he had the capacity, both to formulate words and to push them out. He looked at her some more, and she just got more angry.

‘Leave or I’ll kill you’, she said.

Out of all the ways Simon could and should have died, being stabbed by an angel like her sounded like a good deal.

Simon, why don't you rest, said the wind. He felt a breeze on his face, on the exposed skin of his wrists, she felt it too, the hairs of her forearm sticking up with goosebumps. He indulged in the pressure of the woman’s hand on his body. He took another look at her, maybe I'll remember your pretty eyes in Hell.

It takes courage dying in May, after seeing a beautiful creature for the first time in years. It makes you wonder, if you had another life. Another chance. To be different, your hands being used to bring pleasure, to hold, to caress, to feel, instead of to kill. Your eyes seeing the stars, the butterflies and the smiles of people, instead of corpses, blood and devastation. To taste food, to have a bed and the right to be happy. Your body held, fed, loved. To be a human.

Maybe in another life.

While Simon prepared to die, the wind spoke to Hanya. Look at him, the wind said.

If there was something she hated, it was Men. She didn't believe in ghosts, nor did she believe in myths or destiny, she wasn’t superstitious, she wasn’t easily impressed nor easily scared. And what she hated the most, was Men.

One other thing about Hanya though… she was kind.

[psychopomp-namine]

// post-prologue thoughts

the thing that gets me about the tsukumo twins is that on the surface, ima impedes on kako's agency with his obsessive protectiveness. but in the long run, kako has much more freedom to be any person she wants to be. kako has interests and hobbies outside of ima, while ima's sense of self is so deeply entwined with being "kako's protector" that he really doesn't have any meaningful desires of his own.

like, you look at kako's room and it's filled with books and detective stuff. the gifts you can give her have variety. you look at ima's room and gift-o-matic wishlist and it's all. kako. and survival stuff (his brain has been in survival mode for so long, tbh it makes sense now why he seems relatively happy at the academy)

which is why I think post-reconstruction ima is so fascinating because it happens at the point where he has already accepted kako as an equal and he tries to be less overbearing. at the same time, he gained a new body, and there are hints that he actually shares some memories with sirei. I think, given their backstory, ima already had a complicated relationship with his body (and the reconstruction just adds more on top of that) but ultimately, ima-as-sirei allows him that extra physical distance from kako. he, quite literally, had to become a person outside of "kako's twin brother" and "kako's protector." he no longer looks like kako nor can he even use hemoanima or even just fight at all.

but ima without his kako responsibilities? he doesn't know who that person is. so he assumes the role sirei once did.

and I think that, because he was enjoying pretending to be sirei (and everyone else was fine with it) it allowed him to finally make connections with other people during the prologue. like he was REALLY into being a commanding officer and planning the excursion and actually helping drive the plot forward, figuring out the mysteries. he gets to do things and show more of his personality that aren't strictly about/for kako! he's contrarian and strategic and observant and plans for the worst case scenarios. maybe he actually shares an interest in mystery solving with kako, but he would have never known that as an inherent desire for himself. in any other situation, he'd be convinced that he probably likes it because kako likes it, and anything kako likes is good.

you don't really start to know the non-kako side of ima until very late into the first 100 days. maybe ima himself didn't know either

and that's thing. kako knows all of this. her desire to stand equal to her brother is because she wants to protect him too. she wants him to become his own person too. it's also a really fascinating look at kako because she really is just as devoted to ima, but is just less obsessive about it. btw I still feel kinda cheated that she didn't get a hemoanima boost considering how many times she stabbed the last commander.

I'm still convinced that ima would not put kako through reconstruction though if their roles were switched — I don't think he can mentally cope with that. he'd have to look at her every day and be reminded that he failed her. he also puts kako on a pedestal and wants to protect her innocence (which is why he takes on the all that underground work so she doesn't have to). so a reconstruction would probably further devastate him. he would probably just opt to follow her to the grave tbh. kako can promise to kill ima if he wakes up and hates being put under reconstruction, but there's no timeline where ima will ever make the same promise about kako. idk, I just think the differences between them are so good.

and again this acts as a neat parallel as well to takumi, whose main reason (not the only reason, but certainly the biggest driving factor) for time traveling is because he failed to protect nozomi. his sense of self is so deeply entwined with the idea of being "karua's protector" (bolstered by their childhood promise and karua frequently asking takumi to repeat his promise whenever she's scared). karua gets to be nozomi and she can live without takumi, but takumi will always define himself in terms of being karua's (promised) (failed) protector

[0nlythrowharrybeaux]

HIII!! I’m not sure of u do request so feel free to ignore lolll, but I have an ANSGTYYY REQUEST

What about Harry and reader have been dating for a while completely in love and everything, but Harry finds out that reader was a fan like before they met, but she had lied and said that she didn’t really knows who he was. He feels betrayed and stuff cause he had liked that she liked him for him and not bc of being the celebrity Harry styles, and they fight and stuff idk just VERY ANGSTYYY.

Not sure if this makes sense but I’d love veee to read itt! 💝🫶🏻🫂

I do! But I work at a slower pace since I work full-time! So sorry if it's a bit late! Hope you like it!

WC: 3.3k

You could not rid yourself of that sickening feeling in the pit of your stomach when Harry gave you that look after playing off a laugh. Your best friend was drunk, it was her birthday... she was just feeling really reminiscent of your teenage years and started going on about your awkward and delusional phases in secondary school when you two thought you could pull all these celebrities. Then, she came out with the fact that you had Harry's face pasted all over your bedroom and would fill your notebooks with practice signatures as Y/N Styles, and even started to look into things that he said he liked in interviews to see if you had common interests with him. Harry was obviously caught by surprise, he didn't hide that. But he was quick on his feet and laughed it off with her and the rest of her friends, but then there was that look of betrayal that he exchanged with you and you knew that the car ride home was going to be awful.

The issue with this was that four years ago, when you'd met Harry at a private gallery opening you had been so shocked that you pretended like you didn't know him. And well, that was a breath of fresh air for Harry. You didn't feel too badly about it because after the band's hiatus you did a giant purge of your 1D things and moved on. You started dating someone that was really into punk and harder indie rock and just submerged yourself into a new genre. When Harry's solo album came out, it wasn't your preferred genre anymore, so after giving it a listen you decided that you had really moved on. Obviously, it was impossible not to know of him, he was huge! But you genuinely didn't know the lyrics to his songs, or even the titles of the songs on the albums! So you didn't feel like a fan anymore, even if you had been just shy of completely obsessed with him in your more formative years. He had a special place in your heart and memories, but that was all.

He knew you as the woman who was a little pretentious about music, art, and films! And you two connected on that front as well. He liked to learn a lot and you had a lot of knowledge and facts. He had the means to get you into more exclusive art gallery openings and to meet artists that you'd never have the opportunity to even be in the same room in otherwise! He was busy, but in his free time he would always share music and film suggestions with you. He started inviting you around his friends, and then the pandemic happened and you were shut in together for a bit with some of his friends in LA and you started dating and had been together ever since.

That look of betrayal though, it terrified you. You and Harry had definitely had your fair share of squabbles, but it had never been anything big or too serious until more recently. You'd had an argument about you moving in with him. He felt that it was time and you thought the opposite. You'd read plenty on cohabitation and how couples who went on into more serious turf after cohabitating had a higher divorce rate. You loved him so deeply that if you had any chance of forever with him, you didn't want any odds stacked against you and well now, you weren't sure if there was any hope at all.

When you started saying goodbye to everyone you were dreading being alone with him for the first time since you'd met him. The walk down to his car was tense and silent. He still opened your door for you and closed it behind you, but his cool demeanor was unsettling. He started the engine wordlessly and you just looked to him.

"Please say something." you begged and he shrugged.

"I don't know what you want me to say, Y/N." he mumbled lowly before pulling out. The further you drove from their AirBnB, the further away the chances of your relationship surviving this were.

"You're disappointed and hurt. I know that but I-"

"You've been lying to me from the start!" he finally said. His tone accusatory and drenched with hurt. "You said you didn't know anything about me as an artist!"

"I didn't! Not at the time!"

"Not according to your best friend!" he argued back.

"Can you just let me explain?" you asked.

"I don''t know how any explanation would change the fact that you lied to me, Y/N. I don't want to think this way, but I feel like you had ulterior motives now!" he explained and you sighed and started to feel your eyes welling up.

"No, H! Not at all!"

"I don't want to doubt you, but I... I've been real with you this whole time. And I don't doubt that the love you have for me now is genuine but I... I don't like liars. You know that."

"I know, H."

"No, you don't know how it is! It's not like I haven't built genuine connections with people who have ended up just using me! This isn't new to me! I just never would have expected something like this from you." he said with disappointment.

That's what broke you and your tears finally started to fall. You sighed in defeat and rested your head against the headrest as the tense silence filled the air again. You were supposed to be spending the night at his place, but he was taking you home based on the route he was taking.

"I'm really sorry, Harry." you said again and he turned to you.

"I know." he responded lowly, sparing you one quick glance before turning his attention back to the road.

You didn't speak to each other the rest of the way to your apartment. You felt like if you actually got out of the car without a fight there was no chance of coming back from this. So when the car came to a stop you unfastened your seatbelt and turned to him. His hands were still firmly on the steering wheel and you reached out to his arm which made him glance to you for a second but then he focused back ahead.

"I know you feel betrayed-"

"No, you don't, Y/N. You have no idea how this feels." he said decidedly, his tone even and voice unwavering. You sniffled and sighed.

"I just...I just want to fix this. How do I fix it?" your voice broke and his jaw tightened.

"You shouldn't have lied." he said simply.

Harry was avoiding looking at you because if he saw you cry his resolve would surely break. He loved you with his whole heart, he saw a real future with you. He was still recovering from you rejecting moving in together. He understood where you were coming from but he was ready to move forward and take the next step and it felt like you weren't yet. He didn't doubt that you loved him, but maybe you didn't love him as much as he loved you? That's what he was battling mentally for weeks! And now this?

Maybe it started out for convenience? Or because regardless of how young you'd been then, getting to know him and be with him was some sort of fantasy you got to play out? He hated the thought that the sincerity of your connection wasn't this pure and fateful thing that had been ordained by whatever higher power was out there and pulling the strings. Your friend had said that you even started to get into the things he had been into then because you wanted to know if you would be compatible! Now, it all felt calculated and manipulated. And he felt like a complete fool.

"I'm really sorry, baby. But it wasn't like that!" you cried and he huffed.

"But it was!" he raised his voice. "You pretended to know absolutely nothing about me! We had so many shared interests from the beginning but you knew that! You knew those things about me! You learned to like them! Did you even care about any of it or did you just hope it'd get us closer?" he asked, his voice finally cracked a bit and you couldn't help but cry.

"I care! I love the things I love because I love them genuinely! Including you!" you wept but he shook his head. "I was a fan in high school, Harry! That's it!" you explained desperately. "I was a child! I was a stupid, delusional child who had a crush on a celebrity I didn't know! That wasn't real! This is real! I'm a grown up now, I'm not trying to love out some childish fantasy. I know you. I know the people and the things you care about... I love you for who you are today! Not the illusion of you I had as a kid." you explained through your tears. "Please just...just hear me out." you practically begged.

"I'm tired, Y/N. I just... need a little space." he said and a sob broke through your mouth.

"Baby, please-"

"You were right to not want to move out." he said lowly and you just crumbled on the spot and moved quickly to get out of his car.

Your vision was blurry as you hurried up the steps to your building, struggling to get your key in the door for a few tries before finally you made it inside and just bolted towards the elevator. It was over. He hadn't said that but you felt it. You felt the distance he created from you and how aloof he had suddenly become. You had lied. Maybe not to the depths to which he imagined but you had still lied. And lies always come back to haunt you.

******

It had been a few days and Harry hadn't reached out at all. So you texted to ask if you could talk but the whole day went by without a response. It had been awful waiting by your phone all day, hoping that he would consider your request and be open to talking, but clearly, he didn't care to get any clarity.

Your best friend had reached out and was apologetic of course, she hadn't meant to put you out there like that. But she was just so happy that you had ended up with Harry. She had dropped by before she and her other friends left for Paris, the next part of her birthday vacation. And she assured you that if there was anything she could do to help mend this, to let her know. But you explained that Harry asked for space and you didn't want to push him, which she understood. So after another tearful goodbye, she was off and you were alone in your apartment, once again glued to your phone until you dozed off, hoping and waiting that he would just reconsider.

******

Harry was just gutted and confused. He wanted to believe everything was real. It felt real and genuine and he loved you for real, but it's not like you hadn't talked about this before. You knew that his trust issues stemmed from this! You knew how important it was for him to have someone who only cared about plain old Harry and not his famous persona. What plagued him even more was the possibility that you had molded yourself into becoming someone that was his type. It wasn't like the type of person he went for was a secret... and that felt like the most possible situation, which was hurtful.

He proudly wore his heart on his sleeve. He wasn't a gatekeeper, he shared the things he enjoyed with the people in his life quite freely. He wanted their opinions, he wanted to have new things to connect with them about, so he had shared so much with you early on. Maybe a little too early on? He didn't want to think that way but he had to consider it. He loved you so much and he just felt like he'd been played. His love for love...for the falling, it had led him to making stupid decisions in the past, but if he lost you to this? Nothing could make him feel more stupid and naive.

He got your text, asking to talk, to explain and he wanted to hear you out but he needed to talk it out with someone else first to know if he'd be stupid if he wanted to give you a chance to explain. He was in love with you, head over heels! He had everything to lose if his relationship with you ended. He had given so much of himself to you, he didn't want to lose you, but he was just so angry and hurt by your dishonesty. And in that moment he decided that he would hear you out, but he just needed to process his own feelings first.

******

You had mostly given up on hearing from Harry after he'd left you on delivered for a few days, but there was an inkling of you that was still holding onto hope that he would hear you out. He was very understanding for the most part, so you didn't want to completely discount that side of him. And finally, it happened! It was 1 in the morning but when your phone chimed you woke up quickly and immediately reached for your phone on your nightstand more than relieved to see his name on the screen. You smiled as you read his response that he was sorry for making you wait this long, but that he did want to hear you out.

You quickly replied that he had no need to be sorry, that you understood and to just let you know when and where he wanted you to go. He informed you that he wanted you to go over to his place in the morning and you could talk then.

It was safe to say you hardly slept, you kept waking up with dreams of things going perfectly and then nightmares of things ending badly. You were exhausted but you still made it to his house by 9:30, as you'd agreed. You were buzzed into the perimeter fence and just picked at the already raw sides of your thumbs as the nerves got the best of you as you walked up to the front door and knocked a few times. You were tapping your foot repeatedly as you waited a few moments for Harry to come to the door. The anxiety only got worse as you heard the locks turning and the door opening. But then you saw him and it was like you could breathe again.

"Hi." you got out and Harry had a ghost of a smile on his face. It was so faint but it was there.

"Hi. You alright?" he asked, stepping aside to let you in.

"So-so. You?"

"Better." he assured you and you nodded.

"Okay, that's good." you said as you made it inside and he closed the door. He turned the lock quickly before facing you again.

"Have you eaten? The coffee's fresh and I was about to make something to eat."

"I haven't, but ummm...I'd like to clear things up first." you said and he nodded and signaled for you to go on. "I'm really sorry for lying. Omitting the truth is still a lie. And I know how important honesty is to you-"

"It's the most important thing." he said and you nodded once.

"I know." You said with a frown. "And I understand if that means that you can't trust me anymore or if you feel that... this changes things between us."

"Look, I'm sorry for reacting with so much anger." he said with a frown and you shook your head, rejecting his need to apologize and he stepped forward and took your hands. "No, I am sorry because I reacted to the point where I made you doubt the love I have for you." he said and your gaze softened. "I did feel betrayed by learning this about you and it just hurt so much because of how much I love you. I was afraid that maybe we didn't start out genuinely." he explained.

"Oh, baby..." you tutted, "That's not at all true. I was a huge fan of One Direction when I was a teenager but once the band broke up I didn't really follow any of you guys or what you were doing. I got into the things I'm into now and didn't even listen to your music or even care about what you had going on!" you explained and he chuckled a bit and you smiled. "It sounds awful but, literally you were not someone a spared a thought for as a celebrity or artist! I promise you! When we met again, at the exhibit?" you asked and he nodded, "Of course I'd heard of you a bit more, like who hadn't? But I wasn't like a fan or anything like that by then. I was... a bit embarrassed because I felt like maybe you could look into my past with that intense fucking gaze! So I decided to just start over, start fresh with you." you explained. He was looking at you with so much tenderness.

"I had a huge crush on the idealized, stage version of you when you were also younger! When I met you for real I didn't see you as that. I saw you as you. I know I should've been honest when it first came up. But the more time passed, the more irrelevant it felt to me and that was selfish. I love you so much and I knew that I could lose you, so I decided to just leave it." you said with tearful eyes.

"I'd be scared too, love." he assured squeezing your hands. "I just needed to process a bit because I was just scared of being made a fool...again."

"Again?" you asked and he sighed.

"I'm still hurt about the...not wanting to move in thing. I think some of my hurt from that spilled over into this." he explained and you nodded in understanding.

"I see. Is us being together like that, that important to you?" you asked and he gave a small shrug.

"Yeah, I think it is." he confirmed. "I did some reading up on it and I see why you're concerned. But I want this with you not to get complacent with us, but because I want spend the rest of my life with you. And I'd like to get that going in the near future." Harry explained and your lips turned up in a smile.

"Oh."

"Yeah." he added with a bashful smile. "I don't want to lose you or us. I want us to make it. I want us to have babies. I want us to share everything until we're old and decrepit." he said and you giggled a bit.

"So you forgive me?" you asked hopefully and he nodded.

"Of course I forgive you, baby." He reassured and you smiled and let his hands go put only to press them against his chest to kiss him.

When you felt Harry's arms wrap around your waist you felt so much relief. You found comfort in his warmth and the softness of his lips in that loving and long-awaited kiss.

"I love you." you mumbled against his lips and he pulled back and held your face gently in his hands before pecking your lips, the tip of your nose, and then your forehead before pressing his forehead against yours sweetly.

"Love you more. So much more than you even know." he hummed.

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Your fics are really lovely! If I may request, Azul x afab!reader who surprised him with a gift (coughs them) after work~ Feel free to use any kinks that suit our beloved tako ^^

Thank you for reading!

First of all, thank you so much for all the love I’ve been receiving for these silly little fics! It makes me so happy that people like my horny rambling! Second, this is also self indulgent as it is my birthday today lmao (for all mention of cock, I should specify that it means a strap on and the cum mentioned is like that fake stuff you can get bc as a trans guy why not)

Azul stalked to his room, exhaustion and stress clear on his face. He had a very rough day today with many students attempting to swindle him to let him out of their contracts, running out of key ingredients for specials, and Floyd deciding he just didn’t want to work today. 

All he wanted right now was his beloved Pearl.

He sighed, running a hand through his already frazzled silvery hair before pinching the bridge of his nose and taking a deep breath. When he opened his eyes, he had to blink twice before his mind comprehended what lay before him. 

His lovely boyfriend lay before him, wrapped beautifully in silky light lavender ribbons, tied into a pretty little bow across his chest. He stepped forward, gently running a gloved finger along his lovers cheek with a smile.

“Well well, isn’t this a pleasant surprise? And what did I do to get such a.. tantalizing reward my pearl?”

You giggled softly, the sound making the octopus blush a light blue color, 

“You’ve been working so hard my dear, you deserve to get to just go brainless for a bit don’t you think? Let your worries melt into nothing and fill your head with nothing but the thought of me, sound nice?”

Of course, he was extremely excited and happy at that idea. Allowing someone else to take control was something he rarely did, but with you it had become second nature. He allowed you to unbutton his shirt and fold it with a practiced ease, knowing exactly how he prefers it to be so it would be easiest to wash later. 

It didn’t take very long for both of you to be nude, your lips leaving soft marks on his delicate skin as sinful sounds poured from his lips. He knew to be patient, and he could be a very patient man, but gods was it hard to be patient when he knew how good it felt to have you inside him.

He watched eagerly as you lined your cock up with his prepped hole, making sure to stretch him out well with your fingers beforehand, and he gripped the sheets as your tip pushed into him. 

Inch by inch you went further and further in until you were fully in his ass, standing still to allow the very flustered man the chance to adjust before your hips started their gentle rhythm. It wasn’t until he began to whine that you went any faster, despite how Azul tried to act he could be very demanding when it came to sex.

It didn’t take long for you to be roughly pounding into him, his glasses long since discarded off to the side somewhere and his beautiful silvery hair a mess as your balls slapped against him with each thrust. His own cock was hard, twitching in your hand as you jerked him off while thrusting. He tried so, so hard not to cum for as long as he could, but eventually his moans turned to near screams as his cum shot out onto the bedsheets beneath him. Not too long after, your hips stilled as you dumped your own load deep into his ass.

Panting softly, you pulled your now soft dick out of his twitching hole and laid beside him, pulling him into your arms with a smile,

“My dear, do you feel better now, hm? All empty headed and full of cum? Just like a good boy should be”

All Azul could muster up in response was a lopsided yet still very happy smile as he lay his head on your bare chest, the sound of your heartbeat lulling him into a much needed rest.