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Hands
"He did not know who she was, would not remember her face once he woke up. Even now, trapped inside of memories he didnât own anymore, he barely recognized her features. Her hands though, he knew as intimately as the shrapnel they had pulled from his shoulder. Soft and delicate, perfectly manicured, closed tight around Mizukiâs neck with a strength that wasnât human anymore." For the prompt : Strangling [ @badthingshappenbingo ]
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Her hands were soft, delicate, obviously unused to manual labour. Nails perfectly manicured, with a subtle, transparent polish. She wanted to be pretty, wanted to be the little lady she was expected to be, play that role to perfection, find what little happiness in it that she could.
Oh, those were such small hands, so unsuited for the gruesome task her accursed fate had pushed her towards.
What a precious child. A little treasure, dressed in beautiful silks, shining eyes so full of deserved rage at her world.
At Mizuki.
He did not know who she was, would not remember her face once he woke up. Even now, trapped inside of memories he didnât own anymore, he barely recognized her features.
Her hands though, he knew as intimately as the shrapnel they had pulled from his shoulder. Soft and delicate, perfectly manicured, closed tight around Mizukiâs neck with a strength that wasnât human anymore. He couldnât feel the ground under his feet, so strong she was, so high she held him up in all her broken hopes and rage.
She hated this world she was born into, and it deserved all the fire and blood she brought onto it.
She hated Mizuki, too, in those last moments. He deserved it.
He deserved so much more still.
She deserved so much more, deserved the world, deserved a place to live that wouldnât dull her shine, wouldnât taint her hands and soul in blood far too much like her own.
Ah, Mizukiâs hands were so cold now, so numb. Blood pulsed loudly inside his ears, his skull, his face warm and his throat so sore already.
Her eyes were starting to blur in front of him, melting into such a beautiful ember, highlighted by the fire around them. Mizuki couldnât make out her face anymore. He knew she was crying anyway, even as her sobs were drowned out by the gurgles and the screams and the crackling fire.
Drowned out by the thumping in Mizukiâs head. The high-pitched noise that could only be heard from the inside of his brain, emerging from his windpipe and into his bones, into his ears, the blood flowing inside of him sounding like the stream he had spent an evening at, listening to truths that sounded so much like the tales of his grandmother, just as much as he listened to the rippling of water against the bedrock.
Who was it that told him these, again ?
Just as the pain of her hands, of her rage, of his sins, was starting to fade, replaced by sweet oblivion and the end of his self, she dropped him.
Mizukiâs lungs burned as he came to at SĚśĚÍĚşĚĚłĚĚ ĚĚ̤ĚÍĚĚĚĚÍä̡̎ĚĚłĚĚŠĚĚÍĚ˝ĚĚĚÍÿ̴̥ĚÍĚŻĚÍĚĚÜ̡̧̯ĚĚĚĚĚĚĚĚĚĚâs screams of agony â no, as he wakes up to Kitarouâs wailing.
He coughs. Feels his knuckles creak as he unwinds them from his own throat. Feels the fire inside his lungs strengthen as air starts to fill them again.
Theyâre not the right hands, he thinks. Too rough, too big.
He wonders for an instant why this thought would ever come to mind. But Kitarou is crying and it doesnât matter what Mizuki thinks of his own hands or his own life, not when he has a child to care for.
He will need to wear a scarf to work again today.
#bad things happen bingo#gegege no nazo#yumi writes#genazo#ryuuga sayo#mizuki genazo#gegege no kitaro#gegege no ge#i am Struggling with these tags#well. just to be clear#this is Only genazo movie canon#no other timelines or references here#the joys of sprawling franchises lmao#that one's pretty short but i like it#it's straight to the point đ#(the point being mizuki suffering)#(and also sayo đĽş)
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god I admire his bluntness
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#my guy goes straight to the point#the whole language discussion was such a treat for me đđđ#im envious cuz as a finnish speaker we dont really have any big mutually intelligible languages#I just think itâs neat slavic languages can at least somewhat understand each other#Iâve actually played a game with a czech friend of mine where she tries to guess joker out lyrics lol#anyway now I want to have a two hour language discussion with kris#kris guĹĄtin#joker out
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Again, to that one anon, while Eddie is currently CANONICALLY straight, BUT ALSO heâs queer coded. Just like buck. Iâm fucking sick and tired of people calling Eddie straight just to call him straight. Heâs just like buck. Where people viewed him as queer coded.
Okay, calm down, you're falling into the straight is the default trap. No labels have been used on the show, all sexualities are fair game. Michael was married with 2 kids and came out as gay late in life. He's not canonically straight, he canonically dates women, those are not automatically the same thing. Eddie is extremely queer coded and people are calling him straight just to call him straight and that is annoying as hell, I feel you, but I feel like at this point everyone has lost the point of this discussion.
#i do agree that some takes about T's interest in Eddie are painting T as unnecessarily predatory but its not because Eddie is perceived as#straight in the show. it was about the way they were making it seem like queer men cant have close friendships with other men and thats jus#wrong on all accounts#but the point of it is not Eddie's sexuality#911#i really need a tag for asks#anon đ
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two full seasons deep into yellowstone and i still don't get why beth hates jamie so much
#yeah i go there now. yeah don't ask.#nothing in the show so far explains such vitrol towards him like??? will s3 finally shed some light on this or#john too has been more cruel towards him than to any other of his children#he's literally tried to be independent once (1) so far and even that was because of the path his father had pushed him on first before he#changed his mind#i just want to get it bro!!!!!!!!!#yellowstone lb#yellowstone spoilers#i know they're probably gonna turn jamie into a full blown villain later on or sth but you know what? good for him !#can't believe he's not actually gay too what a letdown đ#yellowstone: gay people? don't know her unless it's a category F character#gonna be telling myself it was the son who died at the beginning of the show i guess.#like..... you have all those children and you expect me to believe they're all straight..... Sure.#also i can't wait for john to die <3 hope rainwater gets his entire ranch at some point đ
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Dude im going to be honest with you, some people may disagree but i think you actually write too fast đ
or maybe im too used to people taking longer to deliver things, bc i know sometimes people don't feel motivated or have yk a LIFE! but good god some people, I'm telling you dude, i can't speak for everyone but me, personally? Im grateful for what and when you share your writing with us, like i said before ignore the ones who apparently can't read about boundaries and just vibe with the rest. đ¤
SGSJSHKSSJ NO YOU'RE RIGHT.
Uh I genuinely don't know why I write so fast, I think it's a mixture of just being the type to, having a fair amount of experience writing to formulate shit easier, and just, got a fair bit of time on my hands nowadays. So like, on one hand ik I jump from fandom to fandom posting a shitload all the time. I actually try to keep it cool but lmao. I'm just rlly fast for some reason??
Honestly that person annoyed me but đ¤ˇđżââď¸ I do be getting those comments often, no matter how fast I post or how often I say "haha plz don't no rlly it's not fun :(" so ik I gotta just ignore but;;; sue me I'm so hot headed lmao. đ
And thanks for saying this frfr!!! Like, I write for myself, but it's SO fun to see a comment or ask just making commentary abt what I wrote. Like fuck you're having thoughts??? Abt my little words??? Huh??? So rlly the good outweighs the bad. I'll def keep going, just probs will lose my politeness Abt those comments every chapter lmao
#watch the downward spiral into rage#rn im like ':) you'll see an update when i post'#or 'thanks'#but soon...#soon#i shall rise from the ashes with a heinous cackle#point at the commentetd and say#'you mortal fools!!! do you not know of my power!? i can just write three chapter straight...and NEVER POST'#muhahahahahaha!!!#and then they'll be like oh noooo oh nooo we have greatly underestimated the extent of her pettiness!!!#yea đ not saying ill do the never post part but#ill FEARMONGER IT#MUHAHAHAHAHA#ahem ahem anyways#thank u for the askâĽď¸#bibi answers#đ¤ anon
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hm realizing that this year marks a decade of me writing my own songs and how im actually for real for real going to finally post some music online this year... which is mostly very exciting bc i have nothing to lose.
but then also i can't help but think of two separate occasions when i was 14 or 15 and went to an open mic night with my twin sister and one of her friends and when she found out i had signed up to sing + play a couple of songs she literally left the coffee shop and walked all the way down the block rather than have to endure 10 minutes of my singing which.... feels almost comically overdramatic and atrocious but mostly just still makes me feel pretty shite lmao .... esp when i remember how when i had first started writing i would try to show her all of my writing which believe it or not she was also never once supportive about... lol anyway. just twin things ig!
#lol the real point of this post is that it's only taken me a decade to finally post some acoustic songs on the internet!#and she's probably why#she hasnt lived here since march and honestly it's much better this way#2022 was my villan era apparently bc i realized that she's actually always been just as mean and unsupportive of me all our lives#and starting in high school would tell me for like 8 years straight that she doesnt respect me at all and yet#would still constantly ask me for favors. which i did. bc im a kindhearted person and i have a small family#and i genuinely thought she would come around if i just kept being nice.. but she just never has lol#but anywayyyyyyyyy#sorry i dont think about her much nowadays and when i do it just makes me very upset#lol... probably cause it took me like 8 years to realize that shes just always gonna be like this#no matter how many favors i do her or how nice i am or how often i show interest in any of her hobbies when she has never done the same#lol ok ok rant over lol#i grilled salmon burgers so im gonna go have dinner now đ love and peace lmao
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I absolutely love your tags but the gifs you use are top tier ...like that family gif ..what do you even type to find that đ
Lmaooo an excellent question! I think I looked for either "party" or "dancing" gifs and that was the one that felt most appropriate đ
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I attribute my gif selection to two factors: 1) my devotion to committing to a bit đ I will literally scroll thru pages of gifs until I find something that feels perfect lmao 2) Tumblr's gif search is WACKY and the most off the wall, unrelated things come up more often than the things you're actually looking for đ
#Tumblr's gif search makes no sense omg you can search for the most specific keywords and descriptions#and never find what you need#and then the thing you were thinking of will come up in the most random ass search at some later point in time - guaranteed đ
#also i stg no matter what you search for#99.9% of the time within the first 3 scrolls of gifs you will see just straight up p*rn đđ#always startling often hilarious occasionally... distracting đđ¤Ąđ¤ˇđťââď¸#anyways#always nice to know I'm not just amusing myself here tbh đ
đđ#ask#anon
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@anon asking about the wax cylinder recordings ill get back to you when i have some more time to make a proper post i prommy i will <3
#but also i do kinda try to hold back on my boomer opera opinions on here and my general hostility to modern way of singing#god knows ill never stop aching to â¨touch the hem of the old singers' garments⨠but i also really dont wanna shit on anyone's parade#ive kinda stopped caring at this point. a lot of people enjoy it so who am i to tell them they're wrong (WELLLLLL...... clearly a person#who just Knows Better but i dont need to flaunt it đđ
)#ive had my share of drama on opera tumblr last year and tho i id lie if i said i dont miss it sometimes sjshsjdhdj i really dont want#to repeat the whole vagueblogging party and hear how im bitter and unhappy because all my favourite singers are DEAD! haha!#which is 100% true btw like they absolutely do have a point here sjdgsksh i AM bitter over the state of modern opera#but you see how pretentious and high-on-my-horse even saying that sounds#so before i come off as an even more unpleasant person (which im not i promise im the kindest sweetest gal you'll ever meet <3) ill just say#i hate on opera because i love opera more than anything and i know it can sound not just great it can sound straight up otherworldly#the human body is capable of producing incredible sounds and i wish so badly we could hear them again#instead of settling for mediocrity (IF that...). so many people say they hate opera because they never heard it sung properly#and it breaks my heart#having said that. ill make that post for you prommy i will
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the way that those power rangers villain cenobites just boosted my ego into a whole new dimension lmao
#picture. it is the end of the night in the front zone. s+s are on the ground because itâs fucken wimdy.#guests are taking photos with them and iâm off to the side with my camera grabbing the in betweens of groups#and they are giving NOTHING to these people lmao#baseline interactions but also making catty comments and getting annoyed when they take too long#even so far as to straight up insulting rude guests and ignoring others who werenât being polite#and then sinister points to me. points in front of them. âi like this one. come hereâ#and the two of them start yapping up a fucking storm about how much they love me đđ
#i got the only photo of the night with surreal where theyâre smiling#iâm gonna be inconsolable when i dont get to see them every night in a few weeks#b.txt
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vendrea could be anywhere between 20 and 45 and I think thatâs #feninism. keep them guessing queen.
#I made her and I donât know. she wouldnât want me to know. đ#by far top 10 women. AND sheâs straight hashtag diversity points!#ALSO SHES HOT AS FUCK LETS NOT FORGET#a day in the life of steeve#vendrea
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damn bro imagine if i could do more than like 30 mins of work in like 3 hours
#idk if that's an exaggeration or underestimate i have no sense of time XD#asnghbgbqgrihguierhqrg#jeanne talks#this part of the coding project makes sense in my head so i feel relaxed abt it for some reason#ya know not thinking about how i actualy have to CODE IT#and preferably code it somewhat QUICKLY bc this shit's due TUESDAY#i have stats hw i havent started yet too woohoo ajngjsdfbgbhdgoiquhregoiuqerhhgjfdf#anyway lol codings fine everythings fine#straight up giving up on catching up on my stats notes from a few weeks ago at this point#and also i have to read book for monday but im also not doing that đ#lol we had a quiz last monday on part of it and then i didnt finish the part we had to read for wednesday#and now im just not gonna bother i dont think i could handle bothering lol#which is sad i think the book is interesting and i'd want to read it !!!!! but bitch is fucking horrible at being productive and coding so#here we are instead#why am i here talking to myself lmfao bye#also me need to stop opening tumblr to get distracted by tour updates/pics STOP'
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unfollowed a good few people who are still being so obtuse and silly about harry and they will not be missed
#i understand where ppl are coming from to a certain extent but at this point ur just choosing to misunderstand him#and also like ????#iâm sorry but how does anyone think heâs 100% straight anymore like bruv đ#give me a break#anyways they can stay mad and i will still be celebrating this win for harry for the foreseeable future đđ¤#the grammys are silly but so is literally everything like calm down. itâll be ok loves#anyway
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Wanna Make You Mine â {Feat. Minji}
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A/N: Hi, itâs been a while! I felt like I should write and post something, and here it is. This was not written in my best condition, but itâs Minjiđ. Honored to have had @chunksworld as a beta-reader and an editor! If you find some amazingly well-written sentences most likely itâs from him hahaâşď¸ Enjoy!
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It was a few days ago when rain poured heavily, unexpectedly leading to one of the hottest encounters you have ever experienced in your life. And the more you reminisce, the bigger your smile grows, bittersweetly. If someone told you it was a dream, youâd buy that. A fever dream, albeit a short one. But it hasan everlasting lingering image carved in your heart. It was fire-hot, it was ice-cold. Like bubble gum you savor it when it tastes sweet, but it diminishes when the sweet is gone.
The day you forgot your umbrella is a day you will never, ever forget. It was a surprise, a super hot one to you. And like a hit-and-run, it stuns you, and then leaves, barely leaving any marks.
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You donât precisely remember since when, but thereâs something about her that made her stand out to you. Multiple times you caught her looking your way then quickly avoiding your eyesâit happened enough for you to sense how unusual it is.Â
Itâs not because she stands out; she doesnât. She is considered by many as a model student and everyone likes her. Acing quizzes, straight Aâs and with a courteous manner. She was given every admirable virtue in her heart, and radiates it like itâs her body odor. A waking proof that humans can be perfect. But sheâs not the one to boast about it, keeping down peopleâs envy in the level of admiration and friendliness.Â
For you, Kim Minji is just another student who happens to be in the same school as you. Sometimes you get a nod as a sign of greeting from her and sometimes she just passes by. Still, everytime you run into her, her tranquil smile tells you how she became the model student that she is. Not a single person in this school would succeed in disliking her. You see how everyone says hi to her just to hear it back. And with no exception, she does. To you, too, of course. Sometimes she says âhiâ first, and sometimes you do.Â
A respectable student. Thatâs it. Nothing less, nothing more.
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Today it is raining. At this point, itâs plausible that God knows you didnât bring your umbrella for the third time this month. Third time you brought an extra tumbler, third time you left your umbrella at home, and the third time it rained. Youthink of repenting but deep in your mind you know God owes you a big apology, not the other way around.
The downpour is heavy so you decide to wait in school knowing that it will die down in a few minutes, well that's what you hope because you don't want to risk getting any of your stuff wet.
You are and have always been a quiet kid in schoolâan introvert. Just the right amount of friends, not really prone to being bullied, a surprisingly average amount of female interactions and above-average grades. Just one of those boys who loves listening to music, watching movies and a bunch of other things.
Canât spend a rainy day without music on your headphones, can you? Plus, itâs just you in this big hallway so you wear it and turn the jazzy classics on while you stroll lazily along the windows. You blindly step to the comforting rhythm of the song watching the droplets kiss the window. Guess you won't blame God for the rain this time.Â
You look at the dark gray concrete walls, white window frames, bright gray limestone floor, and the wooden doors of the classrooms you walk by. With the music flowing through your ears and rain crashing on the windows right in front of you, even the gloomy colors of the school building looks rather comforting.
So you walk, and walk, and walk until youâre back in front of your classroom. The rain has become a lot more silent than when it started and itâll get dark soon. You want to spend your Friday evenings at home and not in school.
The rain will have stopped by the sunset and theair would beclean then. You wouldnât want to miss the glow of the setting sun with such a crystal clear sky. You imagine the view itâd give you, which songs would be perfect to listen to and you just canât hold a smile back.Â
âOh! Oh⌠heyâŚâ When you open the door, Minji is frightened by you. She looks disheveled from head to toe. Her hair is frazzled, her face ruddy, her breath heavy. But whatâs more desecrating is that her shirt is open, her unblemished midriff has a layer of sweat-like liquid coating it, taint on her gray bra. All of it is sent to your brain to process, which causes it to cease functioning for a second.
âD-donât mind me.â Then she rushes to what you assume to be the restroom Kim Minji, who has never even opened a button of her shirt in school before and yet you just saw her bare belly. Youâre blushing, trying not to think about it but you fail miserably. It feels dirty to be like thisâshe isnât one of those provocative types of girls to you⌠or she wasnât.
But you canât explain why sheâs so frantic with her skin so exposed. Why was she so out of breath and sweaty? Why was she so surprised to see you and then proceeded to rush outside the classroom?
Has she been sacred or sanctimonious? Has she been exemplary or errant?
You know itâs a rash judgment.
You step inside the classroom then walk over to your seat where you find an oddly-placed puddle on the desk. Not as big as a spilled bottle of water, not as small as the drool you usually make when you doze off with your face buried in your arms during class.
You examine it by dipping your finger on it.
Definitely not water.
Then what?
âWhat's this?â You find a blue switch and pick it up.Â
âHey,â Flabbergasted, you turn around so quickly that it slips out of your grip. It's Minji who's standing at the door frame, leaning slightly on the wall.Â
Her shirt is still open, and so are the stains on her bra and her messy hair. It seems like she didn't tidy herself up in the bathroom.Â
âDid you spill something on my desk, Minji?â For the moment you think that's what happened. Every clue provided to you is telling you just one thing, and you're pretty sure you got it right. Maybe she'll apologize, and you're going to say it's nothing and help her clean it up. She'll then thank you and say you're such a nice person.
Well, it sure is a possible series of normal things to happen.Â
Unless Kim Minji brings a crazy plot twist for the two of you only.
âNo, I didn't.â And step by step she approaches you. The way she walks draws your eyes to her slick legs and the uniform skirt she's wearing: dark gray as always. But it hangs way higher than usual, so high and short that you almost catch a glimpse of her underwear.
You're just standing there still, wondering why sheâs acting unprecedentedly strange. You donât even recognize that sheâs already just in front of you. Youâre trying your best not to look at her breasts even when she slowly squats down to the floor.
âYou dropped this.â You realize when Minji hands it to you that it is a switch. That she wants it in your hand and that she wants to see you flick your finger on it and turn it on.
âMinji, is thisâŚ?â There is only a shy grin on her face. Swear to god, you didnât even imagine in your dreams that such a thing would happen to you. Youâre yet to escape the stage of denial, to be honest. Where was the heads-up to begin with?
âWanna try turning it on?â Her tone is so casual that you didnât get it the first time. Youâre just totally dumbfounded. Minji sees it, knows it and understands it.
âGo on, do it.â Her eyes are on your fingers. Her teeth dig into her bottomlip. Her eyelids flutter. Your thumb is now on the switch, ready to flick it on. Your thumb presses on it, just enough for the knuckle to whiten up, but not really turn it on.
Her arms hug your neck, and the moment she does, you flick the switch up. You didnât mean to, but when she hugged you your thumb automatically moved so it was turned on with a clicking sound. An embarrassed gasp leaves your mouth.
But when she buries her face in the crook of your neck and moans all the gibberish improvised excuses building in your head washes away.
At the risk of sounding grandiose, itâs rather the situation she lures you in that is overloading you mentally. It hasn't even been 5 minutes since you ran into her.
âY-you knowâŚâ At this point you canât even imagine whatâs going to unfold. If she confesses that she is in fact an alien from Saturn youâll sense no absurdity. Youâll just breathe it in.
You feel her body shaking by how her weight changes every second. And youâre standing there like a dumb statue, not knowing where to put your hands, even when sheâs almost climaxing mere inches away and your lust is getting completely heightened by it.
âIâve had a crush on you for so longâŚâ
No one couldnât have ever anticipated that. For a moment you forgot to breathe; Minji has taken it away. And when she bites into your shoulder you gasp, feeling the tingling sensation rushing down your spine.
âIâve liked you eversince the first time I saw you by the way.â Sheâs struggling to make her words distinguishable in between moans and hisses, while youâre struggling to come up with a proper reaction to what youâre currently experiencing.
This whole situation you find yourself in is so foul and so hot given that sheâs one of the most admirable students of your school. She was supposed to be out of your league and yet somehow the timid and quiet boy is who she wanted all along.
âYouâre going to make me cumâŚ!â Hearing it coming through her lips makes your head spin, makes your cock throb painfully inside your pants. You donât even expect yourself to think straight, nor want to think straight.
During the day sheâs a model student, then after school she becomes a kinky pervert. Itâs the least possible thing in your life to happen and yet here you are.
But when she cums and squirts on your pants, youâre proven very wrong.Â
âI⌠I like you.â Out of breath she whispers, still cumming and you support her by her bare waist. You switch off the toy and just let her go through the bliss of post orgasm.
As she comes down her arms let go of you, still panting. âDo you like me too?â Thatâs not even a question, as her eyes are on your shirt and her hands are already halfway down unbuttoning it.Â
âMinjiâŚâ You take her already open shirt off of her arms before fondling her breasts over her bra. Your eyes are fixed at the pair in your hands while you can feel hers glaring into your eyes.
âMhm. Go on. Take as much as you like.â Her hands seductively unbutton your shirt, one by one, from the top down. Sheâs not in a hurry but in a matter of seconds your top vanishes. Then she puts her lips dangerously close to yours, hovering and tickling your lips with subtle skims.Â
âBut donât forget to let me do the same, okay?â She sounds so full of confidence but her face is as red as yours. The eyelock doubles and triples the heat between you two and when the distance is completely eliminated by a messy lip lock, your heart begins to beat out of your chest.
Her tongue is aggressive inside around yours. Her hand is already a hand of a luster, already sneaking down on your pants sending shivers up to the crown of your head so easily. You grab and unhook your belt, and Minji purrs delightfully when she sees your erection spring out ontoher belly.
âThis is a yes, right?â Minji pushes you lightly, just enough for you to know that she wants you on the desk. Her tummy brushes against your erection as she climbs up to face you again after swiftly removing her bra. Youâre met with her mouthwatering pair of breasts pressed against your bare chest.Â
âI donât understand whyâŚâ Her fingers trace down your jawline to your lips. The placidity oozing out from her words is making you fret overâinside, you want her to take advantage of this one-way situation as much as she can. Your hands find her sweaty tits and fondle them softly, and she moans with a dreamy smile.
âBut you kinda make me feel things. Unexplainable, but certainly thatâs more than just love.â It's an overwhelming lust you obviously planted in her. You can see how ripe it is, and now youâre reaping it. Itâs sweet, the flesh, the hue is so mature and obscene.Â
âSay something, hmm?â When you part your lips to say âI like you tooâ, however, her tongue ties a knot on yours. You feel the pace suddenly upshift when she strokes your cock slowly and when you involuntarily moan and flinch. Your breaths overload your lungs while your mouth has totally fallen by what the intertwined tongues are doing inside.
âMinji⌠I-I like you too.â You didnât mean to just whisper it. However it somehow did work as the cue to make her start pleasuring you with her hand.Â
The smirk on her face is almost a burden to your already weary mind, topped with the anticipating lip bite. And those glaring, sly eyes which eventually force yours to squeeze shut. The sensation is too much for you to take in as it is, so your nails dig into your palms hard and your head tilts backwards.Â
You donât look comfortable at allâyou arenât, with all the unreal touches and heated breaths being poured on your skin. But that doesnât mean youâre not enjoying this, of course. Her hand is pumping your cock at a constant rhythm, her groaning voice matches yours as if itâs as tantalizing to her as well.
âIâm glad you said that.â As if her confession was to be ignored by you. It was more of a seduction than a platonic confession to think about. Not that you can properly think while youâre getting mentally wrung by her.Â
âYou wouldâve never knownâŚâ Minji slows down her hand around your throbbing cock. You open your eyes to be faced with her orbs mere inches away.Â
Lust doesnât seem to have dispersed from the jetty pair of pupils. â...how many times you relieved my stress from all the studying.â She continues her lewd confession of her sexual fantasies about you which couldâve been kept a secret⌠But what more to hide when you two are touching each otherâs sex and mixing body fluids?Â
When your fingers brush against her inner thighs, she hisses and tightens the grip on your cock. Nearing her core, you can feel the moist lust seeping out, leaking and running.Â
âDo you think about me often too? Who am I to you?â You hesitate. But she doesnât want any lies. Nor do you.Â
âYouâre just a⌠the model student of the school. A pretty one. A pretty, smart girl that I run into often.â You amazingly finish the sentence while riding off to the very edge of your patience under her bewitching strokes.
Just enough to feel incredibly heady but still seconds away from exploding on her hand. Your fingers arenât idle either, as two of those smoothly enter her damp entrance. The tips of your fingers reach her toy inside and you pull it out slowly.
You see her belly flutter from the sensation of it. âPut your fingers in deeper,â She pleads as grinding herself on your fingers, situating you two in a mutual masturbation.
âI want to cum with you.â Her words trigger so many things inside you. Deeper and darker things, something the superficial you donât possess. Something every guy would hide and keep deep under the surface and wait for the very chance to bring up.
Your fingers move, inside and out while hers move up and down. Both relentlessly, hungrily almost. The desire to see each other drown in bliss is paralleling the desire to feel it for oneself. Youâre almost there, hoping that she is, too.
âMinji, I-I am⌠I canât-â Youâre miserably stuttering, tongue twisted by how unblemished the sensation is from all sidesâher soft hands working ever so hard and hot on the head of your cock, her lewd moans tickling your eardrums. Her face, that face making a look that just screams sex.
In no time you explode first, spurt after spurt in her hands as she still keeps on pumping it with pace. Your groan never dies down until youâre completely out of breath and strength.
Then Minji restarts grinding on your fingers that she stopped when you blasted the turbid pleasure on her fingers. You look up from her cum-coated fingers to her eyes, and itâs a head-spinning hypnosis that beams into your eyes from hers.
Dense, intense, a bit lethargic in a way and flooding with lustâseeing her crush cum in her very own hand, mustâve sent her into another galaxy at least, possibly another dimension. That is what sex can do even to a woman of high status.
âThat was so hot. Now will you help me with this?â You already are when youâre snapped back from drifting off in the ocean of bliss.Â
âI will.â You literally sigh words out as you still are trying to regain your breaths. You lay her down on the desks and crawl up to level with her face, fingers still making the dirty wet sound.
Minjiâs face is a mess; itâs red, itâs sweaty, in need, desperate. Her eyes are fixed on your lips, her mouth agape, breathing into your face, itâs hot, her hands touching and squeezing her own breasts, her throat vibrates into your teeth and tongue when you kiss and bite it. And it happens to splash you all at once like a tsunami, but without the premonitory phenomena.
Kiss her neck, jawline and back to her lips. Her tongue welcomes yours, and after a few seconds she screams into your throat airily with her hands holding onto your shoulders.
âIâm close, Iâm close, Iâm-Oh!â
Hearing her you circle her clitoris with your thumb and it sends her away to bliss. To a heavenly abyss, where she doesnât want to be bailed out. Sheâs squirting too, which makes it even hotter aside from her orgasming on your fingers. The watery sound makes you want to push into her even deeper.
Youâre hard as rock again in no time after seeing the prettiest girl youâve ever seen, the least touchable girl in your school cum under your body on your own fingers. In school, in your classroom, on the table.
âOh my god, is that your bag?â Itâs a black backpack that her secretion is dripping onto. Minji is more entertained than concerned to your eyes however, and so are you. You wouldnât mind if your iPad is broken from all the water for now.
âNo, I donât care. Mine is over there I guess.â Youâre not sure, but not that you ever want to be. Because your eyes lock before hers darting at your cock on her above her belly. Then she looks into you again. And thatâs it.
âDo you want to-â
âYes.â It doesnât even need any brainpower to say yes. So you take your agonizingly hard cock to her entrance. First you rub it against her pussy slowly, and it makes her let out a small gasp.
Her hands are on your arms, tightly gripping. Her eyes, theyâre fixed at yours, her beauty beaming at you, and it flutters when your tip enters her hot cavern. Her fingers dig a little deeper into your arms, her teeth into her lip, as you enter her bit by bit.
Itâs a whole new sensation to be wrapped around the wet walls. And considering that this is your first time, itâs not odd to be totally enraptured and indulge deep in straight away.
âMmmâŚ!â Your eyes roll back when you push in until you canât. The world around you narrows down to only you two, hot breaths, sweaty skin and a mutual high that you never want to be detached from.
âG-go on, Iâll make you feel good.â As if you need any more motivation to dive in.
Minjiâs coquettish smile is the last thing you see before you spontaneously shut your eyes and groan as you go deeper and deeper. Youâre barely breathing, barely thinking, barely sensing anything.
âF-fuck meâŚâ
Her shaking voice cooing those words is a complete switch-off to your reason. She said it shyly, with a burning face and big eyes looking up at youâit must be her first time to do thisâand single-handedly sending shivers up your spine.
âAh⌠Mmm yes!â You begin to move, and even to the slightest moves she reacts so sensitively. Her walls are wringing around your cock, pulsing and matching her intermittent moans as you gradually, tantalizingly raise the pace.
Itâs as if time itself ceased running. Just you and Minji, feeling every part of each other, moaning against each otherâs skin, a locomotive with a broken brake. Broken brake, but with a fully functioning accelerator.
As you up the pace her hands find your shoulders for support as yours roam around her torso. Her sharp shoulders, to her perky tits, brushing your thumb on her stomach randomly, overloading her with your touches.Â
You lack subtlety and itâs even visible to yourself. Not knowing where to put your hands, not knowing what to say, only thrusting in and out and getting so worked up by hearing her moans and her face flooding with sex.
Eyes barely holding on, moans escaping her agape mouth along with her hot breaths, blushed cheeks. Her hands find the back of your head and pull you into a kiss, and it gives you the feeling of being possessed.
Like youâve become hers.
Like youâre fucking her pussy and now kissing her with intertwined tongues for her, not for yourself. Which somehow, to your surprise, aggravates the lust deep inside you. A hidden need for the dynamics, even unseen to you.
Seems there will be plenty of time for you two to explore it further.
You go even faster in return for the kindling kiss she dragged you into. Her grip tightens, traps you in her armsânot that you ever want to escapeâsuffocating you with the sloppy lip lock.
And it throws a barrel of oil to your already-flaming fire. Your breath is completely taken by Minji, without any chance to get out, your will is rather on the side of dying with Kim Minji absorbing the last breath you have.
Soon her walls begin to pulsate around your cock, her screams that reverberate in your skull are now about to tip you over into unconsciousness.
âSo good⌠Iâm about to c-cum.â Her voice shakes. Your thrusts keep the pace, at a steady rhythm youâre pounding into her leaking pussy. The tightness goes up like crazy, her thighs lock your hips in and it makes you, forces you to discover her inside even deeper.
With every thrust Minji voices out how well your cock is stirring her inside. And the elevating tension in her moans lets you know how close she is to-
âCummingâŚ! Fuck!â
A trance. It is a frenzy, an ecstatic upheaval that overwhelms your patience, that demolishes the dam and lets whatever behind the wall flood in.
When her fingers dig painfully deep into your head, when her teeth leave an intaglio of her love, when her legs lock you in, for you to join her with the heady pleasureâŚ
A streak of benumbing orgasm shatters your nerves as you paint her stomach and her heaving chest. It seems to never end, spurt after spurt until the repose is here. You can only stare at herâher still high face, cum-coated breasts and tummy heaving up and down.
You both are taking in the messed up view of each other, eyes locked but no words or signals delivered. You just stare into her eyes hoping that she makes a move on you first. To take you where she wants, perhaps. Another round could be awesome, but either way youâll be so satisfied.
Together. With Minji.
âLet me bring something to clean-â
âNo.â
Her hands snatch yours. Not strongly, but just soft enough to let you know what she means.
âStay here for more⌠With me.â
******
âHey. So⌠Can I ask you exactly when?â
Dark purple sky, humid breeze of midsummer. Clouds that showered the earth with their own bodies are now completely gone, and you and Minji are walking down the street towards the sunset.
âIt was when you picked up my notebooks I dropped. You were putting on your headphones. Hair was just long enough to look good, and on top of everything⌠What I fell for was the smile on your face. I donât remember the date it happened, but it was special. So special.â
Her fingers then sneak under your palm, in between your fingers and lock with yours together. Itâs warm and soft. A romantic placidity under one of the most beautiful sunsets youâve ever seen.
Her thumb lightly brushes on the back of your hand as you keep walking down the serene road. âBut I donât think youâve wanted to do this since then, right? Not complaining, but it was quite an unexpected way of confession. Especially from you.â
Minji giggles with her crescent eyes looking down at the ground. âItâs been only weeks⌠I got so stressed out from studying and one day⌠I tried touching myself then I suddenly thought of you. Since that day, you know, itâs been like that.âÂ
But thereâs no shyness anymore. Itâs not a secret anymore, at least between you and her. Nothing is. Nothing will be.
Itâs a hot thing to think about. A girl touching herself thinking about you. And that girl being Minji is what surpasses your imagination. She even got caught pleasuring herself in your classroom today-
Or even that was part of the plan. You think of asking her about it, but at the same time, you donât want to make any gaffe come out of your mouth. Right now is where the tinge of romance should fade in, not that.
âYou can, you know, call me honey⌠If you⌠wantâŚâ Minjiâs grip on your hand gets tighter as her shy laughters follow. It immediately makes your face burn. You look at her and find that itâs doing the same to her too.
âOkay, Minji-I mean, honey.â You feel your face drumming to the beat of your heart. But it doesnât hide the happy smile on your face.
A girlfriend.
And a boyfriend.
Itâs mutual from now on. The first love in your life starts.
âItâs my home already.â She stops in front of a white two-story house and turns to you.
âAlright, goodbye, honey.â You let her hand go but it doesnât leave yours. Instead, a zesty grin blooms on her face and she hums an airy chuckle.
âNot before this.â
Her lips find yours. They donât open, but itâs a kiss filled with heartiness, a long peck, with an artificial smacking sound made by her.
âSee you tomorrow honey!â
******
It is raining just like yesterday; you forgot your umbrella just like yesterday too. And you decide to stay at school until it stops.
As if youâre seeing a deja vu of yesterday.
Only if you could see a deja vu of yesterday.
Minji didnât run into you today. She didnât come to your class to say hi. She didnât come to her class.Â
She didnât come to school today.
The day passed uneventfully just like yesterday. Class after class, lunch breaks and âsee you tomorrowâs from classmates. But painfully, the only one who said it yesterday with a kiss wasnât here to keep her words.
And the day ended just like that. No sign of Minji.
âYou heard that?â Just before you put on your headphones, something penetrates your ears.
âMinji moved to New York!â
What?
You almost shouted but managed to deal with that.
First, itâs denial that hits you.
âWhat do you mean? I saw her just yesterday!â The other guy looks as confused as you are.
Second, the word âwhyâ comes up in your head.Â
âI donât know, man. Everything I heard was the teachers talking that there was a sudden incident that left no choice for her family but to move.â
Third, denial again.
You wanted to stand up and ask them, but what you are going to get is a weird look and a âWhy do you even care?â
Didnât she tell me âsee you tomorrowâ?
Itâs all complicated for now.
Maybe you yourself are to blame for not asking your girlfriendâs number.
But it doesnât matter anymore, does it?
It was your first love, starting hot yet pure.
Now itâs as if all was a reverie.
The air you breathe hasnât changed, the classes you attend were the same, it rained like yesterday, and your umbrella stayed at home again.
But there was no Minji, although you still hear her merrily say-
âSee you tomorrow, honey!â
******
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I think the most trivially annoying thing p shippers do is claim anyone anti harrassment is p ship. what the hell does that have to do with shipping.
#[kicks my feet and twirls my hair] have i annoyed yall enough yet#i dont tag this stuff cus i dont want anyone to have the CHANCE of finding it and discoursing w me abt it but like.#if yall want ill make a custom tag for yall to block đ i am a man of the people (i am terrified of annoying people who chose to be here)#but also i get it can be triggering. it is for me i am jus so fucking desensitized at this point.#i genuinely cant wait till im not desensitized about this shit anymore. oh my god.#also reminder i am NOT NEUTRAL i am NOT ALIGNED i HATE EVERYONE ^^#theres so much nuance i could give about my specific opinions and honestly i will if u ask. like straight up. but only in private thanks#i mean my base blog is in my pinned. this blog cant accept dms but my base blog can. so if u wanna know jus ask#i might be too fucking tired to go into it that day or week but usually im p good on it#i have given nuance publicly but in tags. i jus. i dont want to fucking argue w people#i do enough of that in my own home#actually people on this blog probably wouldnt argue w me? i dont think? but the chance that they would fucking explodes me#so i keep it in tags where its mostly hidden#and then i jus make a million posts about why i hate [x] shippers w like no nuance and im like 'yeah thats good'#i dont get why these posts complaining feel safe but the nuance itself doesnt. i dunno. whatever.
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WHITE DRESS
Posting this again, because I canât stop thinking about the Goddess moment and that one photo from pinterest đ
ę¤ Theo Nott x fem!reader
ę¤ enemies to lovers, a little bit of smut - not for minors
ę¤ originaly part of the jinxedjuly challenge, with second week prompt nightswim, but now itâs too late Iâm sorry đŹ
Itâs 3 am and you canât sleep. Itâs too hot outside, no air to breathe in your room. Putting your thin long dress on, you go take a walk outside around the pool.
Itâs still hot outside, but the light breeze coming from the sea feels great on your skin.
You sit on one of the pool lounges and close your eyes, listening to the sounds of the night. Finally, you can relax, your mind a little more at ease.
Suddenly something doesnât feel right. You feel compelled to look behind you and there it is. A silhouette. There. In the dark entrance to the pool area.
It moves closer to you and comes into the light. Theodore. You roll your eyes. The bane of your existence. You canât believe your friends invited him and no one told you.
âWhat the fuck do you want? Why are you following me?â You donât have a good relationship. He is a fuckboy with a body worthy of Greek gods but is such an asshole to you, makes fun of everything you do or say, constantly.
âOh Princessa, donât you think you give yourself too much credit sometimes? It may come as a surprise to you, but the universe does not revolve around you, you know?â
âYou fuckingâŚâ but you donât even bother finishing the sentence, you just stand up and with an angry and disappointed sigh stomp to him and try to storm around him back into the house.
You make it a point not to look at him but you catch a strange look on his face in your peripheral vision anyway.
His arm shoots out and catches you off guard. It curls around your waist and pulls you into him. What is happening?
Theo speaks right into your ear: âI think you need to loosen up a bit princess, maybe a little night swim with me will help you.â You can just imagine the smirk on his face but you donât have any time to respond, because the asshole picks you up and throws you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. You can admit to yourself that the view of his ass in the swim trunks is not half bad but you donât, because he runs towards the pool.
FUCK.
The shock of the water against your skin and all around you makes you panic for a second too long but strong arms pull you up and hold you above the surface of the water. Your angry scowl goes unnoticed by him as he leaves you leaning against the wall of the pool once you gather yourself.
âI hate you so much. What is your problem, asshole?â
He completely ignores you and swims to the other side of the pool. When he turns around, you know he has his stupid smirk on his face, even though you donât see his mouth, only his eyes above the surface.
Your friends said he is âsuch a nice personâ, but why is he always such a prick to you? Some say itâs because he wants your attention, pulling on your pigtails and whatnot. Maybe you should get back at him and test that theory at the same time.
Youâve never been shy, but this took a lot of courage from you. Getting out of the pool you walk across the deck to where he leans against the wall, his eyes so big, you already feel accomplished.
The thin material of the dress clings to the curves of your body, itâs completely seethrough when wet. Coupled with you not wearing any underwear beneath the dress, the look on his face is priceless. He canât look away. You enjoy the sight of him with his mouth open, eyes big, not blinking. His stare travels all around your body and he seems like he is in a trance. You stop right beside him, the height difference that being out of the pool gives you goes straight into your head and you smirk down at him.
âThank you for that, I was too hot. You can close your mouth now, loverboy.â
The way he looks at you from beneath your feet makes you feel like a Goddess, him your most devoted worshipper. You can basically see the hearts in his eyes. The theory has proven to be right.
Satisfied, you turn to leave, but his hand shoots forward and gently touches your ankle, careful not to make you trip, but it makes you turn around again.
Theo stands up on the higher pool step and it makes his eyes level with your chest. He grabs your thighs and the way he looks at you makes you drunk on his gaze. Shit. This was not part of the plan.
He picks you up, hands around your waist, pulls you down into the water again, and pins you against a wall of the deep end of the pool. With his hands caging you in, you canât look away from his eyes behind the wet curtain of curls. The strange look is back in his eyes and his gaze falls on your still wet lips. You canât look away. You follow the water droplet, traveling from the end of the hair strand, down his nose, all the way to his pouty lips. When it disappears into his slightly open mouth, you forget how to breathe altogether. His mouth is so close to yours. Suddenly your lips touch, and something between you, the tension that, unbeknownst to you, has been stretching, tightening, and growing for a long time now, snaps. You forget everything around you, the only thing you feel is his lips on yours, his hands in your hair, the length of his body pushing against yours.
Fingers caressing your nipples, but itâs not enough.
Thigh between your legs, but your dress is too long.
Hand pulling the dress up, trying to bunch it up against your thighs, but itâs too tight.
Head falling against your shoulder, Theo sighs into your neck, frustrated.
âFuck! You know what Princessa? Tomorrow. Same time, here in the pool. Wear something easier to take off, or Iâll tear it right off of you.â He whispers in your ear and your whole body erupts in goosebumps.
He doesnât look at you while he gets out of the pool, and walks to the mansion, but the evidence of his arousal is on display.
Time to find an even longer and tighter dress, for him to rip to pieces tomorrow.
IT CONTINUES
As always, thank you for reading, hope you liked it.
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In Your Dreams: I âď¸đâď¸
Azriel x Reader
A/n: Okay this is my first time writing in years but Az is Bringing me out of retirement. Opinions and ideas are always appreciated. Enjoyyđ
Summary: Az isnât very fond of the newest member of the Night Court so much so that you even plague his dreams.
Warnings: This is a smut series. MDNI
part II
Song inspo:
âAz, youâre back!â Cassianâs booming voice probably alerts everyone in The House of Wind of his arrival just as Azriel touches down on the balcony.
Az canât help the small smile directed at his brother. After being away on a mission for days, he appreciated Cassianâs loudness, it means home, comfort, relaxation-
Or so he thought until his eyes land on you, lounging on a sofa, book in hand but your empty eyes set on his own.
His smile instantly vanishes, replaced by a displeased glance before turning away.
Azriel cannot stand you. The newest member, a pick pocket from the Hewn City turned spy pupil for The Night Court. A dark presence that made him physically ill.
Itâs no surprise youâre sat in the far corner of the room. Azriel hasnât seen you speak to anyone beside Rhysand since your arrival. Even then, it was only about the minuscule missions heâd been sending you on the last 3 months.
Azriel simply nods at Cassian and Nesta. Words failing him as that illness returns deep in the pit of his stomach.
He can feel your uncanny gaze still focused on him, despite his obvious distaste for you. He knows that is precisely why you do it too.
Gods, you are the bane of his existence.
With a slight twitch of the brow, Az makes his way toward Rhysandâs study ready to give him yet another ear full about you.
How Rhys had even given you a position is beyond Azriel considering you were a straight up criminal.
Azriel had been on a mission in the slums of the Hewn City, the worst part, in fact. A part so small and forgotten that crimes are a first nature.
He just found the information heâd been looking for and his mood was nothing less than happy knowing heâd be back home soon.
That was until a cloaked figure had bumped him and continued on their way.
Naturally being in a more poor part of the city, Azriel pats his left hip making sure none of his weapons or money had been swiped. But they hadnât.
It isnât until he brings his left hand to move his own cloak and double check that he realizes his siphon is gone.
âHow the fuckâŚâ Azriel hasnât been caught off guard like this in a long while. How could they swipe a stone embedded in his leathers without him feeling a thing?
Azriel wasted no time looking over the crowd to find the grey tattered cloak gracefully zipping through the crowd.
He follows just a swiftly. His eyes glued to the figure as he maneuvers past on goers.
The thief, as if sensing him, looks back for half a second before darting through the crowd, ducking and jumping over items and people. Still managing to move past them without bumping into anyone.
Az mutters a breathy, âAssholeâ when he takes note of that.
At this point Azriel begins to push past the crowd. He canât let them leave with it. Something that valuable, not just on market but to himself personally, will not fall into some slick criminals hands.
Just as they are about to round the corner Azriel sends his shadows in a silent command to detain the culprit. The shadows weave through the crowd even more speedy and graceful, wrapping around the hooded figure and yanking them back.
Their back hits the ground with an âoomfâ before they quickly try freeing themselves from the shadows constraints.
Azriel grabs their collar in one hand, lifting them up and bringing them to his eye level. The other hand snatching back the hood of the cloak.
He nearly gasps upon laying eyes on you. The bewitching darkness in your eyes bore into his, reaching for his soul as if youâd take it right from him.
Taking advantage of his perplexed state you kicked him in the stomach causing him to let go and his shadows to withdraw.
Azriel groans holding his middle and coughing once, twice.
You donât hesitate to run down the empty alley but Azriel is quick to snap back.
You donât make it half way through when he winnows in front of you. You slam into his chest and fall again, mud splattering the two of you. Azrielâs shadows bind your wrists above your head as he straddles your thighs.
You thrash beneath him, growling and clawing. His hands scanning over your arms, sides and hips until he felt the bulge of it settled on your hipâŚbeneath the waistband of your pants.
He looks up at you, amusement dancing behind your wicked eyes as if he were being tested, âa will he, wonât he?â
His eyes flicker from yours to your somewhat now exposed navel. He canât justâŚreach in there.
But he canât just let you have it. He wouldnât be wrong to take back what is his.
He scoffs, reaching under your waistband and pulling up a belt with a pocket attached causing you shriek almost inaudibly.
Azriel pulls the dull blue siphon from the pocket and looks back at you. Heâd be lying if he said he wasnât half amused himself.
A strange girl from the slums of the Hewn City stealing his siphon and testing his honor as a male.
Though he is not crazy enough to indulge the amusement. You are a thief. Not just a common thief but a a thief able to pick a very valuable possession off of a very cautious male.
âWhat is your name?â Azriel asks still hovering over you.
You only glare back.
âI asked what your name is.â Azriel grows impatient above you but you do not respond.
It could have been over. He could have let you go and steal from some other fool who wouldnât notice butâŚhe didnât want to. Perhaps your crime against him was too personal and punishment seemed fit.
âGet up.â Azriel roughly pulls you to your feet, shadows still binding your wrists. Your struggles are deemed futile when he whisks you away to his High Lord.
Azriel all but stomps into Rhys study, shutting the door behind him. âYour newest addition has a staring problem.â
Rhysand looks up from his notes to see his irritated brother throw himself into the seat across from him. âWhat happened to âhelloâ âhow are youâ?â
Azriel sighs. âRhys.â
Rhys leans back in his seat, a smirk on his lips. âWhat harm is a bit of staring? Maybe she likes what she sees.â
âPlease.â Azriel rolls his eyes. âShe likes nothing and no one.â
Rhys shrugs. âSheâs not so bad, Az. Youâre just pissed she was able to pick something off of you.â
âIâm pissed that you gave her a job instead of consequences.â
âHow couldnât I? Iâd rather have someone that can out sneak my spy master on my side.â Rhysand teases.
âShe did not âout sneakâ me. Her methods were textbook. Not sneaky at all.â Azriel grumbles his blatant lies. He knows not just any theif, not even an exceptional one, could do what you did.
Rhysand chuckles. âWhatever you say, brother.â He clears his throat. âI assume you found the shop?â
Azriel shakes his head. âI did not but I heard rumors of where it will turn up next.â
Rhys had assigned him a rather odd case, a book of lethal potions stolen from a temple in the Hewn City by a traveling shop now supplying those lethal drugs. Reports saying it makes users hyper aware, a party drug when used correctly but as expected there are those who abuse it, turning them aggressive and eventually killing them when too much is consumed. Azriel has spent the last week trying to track the shop down with nothing to show for it until today.
âWhere?â
Azrielâs jaw tightens. âCoincidentally, in two days it will be in the same part of townâŚsheâŚis from.â
Rhys chuckles at his brotherâs pettiness once again. âShe must really get under your skin with her staring.â
Azriel shakes his head, âRhys, Iâm telling you there is something off about her.â
âSheâs been here for 3 months without incident. What do you suppose she will do?â Rhy asks entertaining the idea purely for the amusement of seeing a riled up Azriel.
âSteal. Spy. Hells for all we know she could be plotting everyoneâs death.â
âWell, then I guess I should fear for your life when she accompanies you on your assignment?â Rhysand lifts a brow in mock questioning.
âAbsolutely not. She will not be accompanying me anywhereâŚever.â Azriel laughs at the notion.
âShe knows her way around, she is successful in her missions and you need to get over your bruised ego and get along with her. She is supposed to be your pupil.â
Azriel shakes his head but before he can deny his High Lord, Rhysand continues.
âYou will be taking her with you to retrieve the book and shut it down. Thatâs final.â Rhysand crosses his arms.
Azriel hesitantes but ultimately nods, dreading the thought of having to spend any amount of time near you.
.âď¸đâď¸.
Azriel is sat in the lounge, a book in one hand and a glass of scotch in the other. His eyes read over the page for the millionth time before he slams it shut and rubs his temple.
Sleep had evaded him, unable to stop thinking of this damned mission he has to take you on. At the fact that he must push away the alarms going off in his entire being when you are around.
Azriel knows something is wrong with you. Itâs your expressionless gaze, the eerie aura that follows you and the stillness of your existence, even just standing around youâre still as a statue. Youâre like a ghost. His own personal poltergeist.
As if on cue, he shadows curl up his neck whispering of your presence.
His stomach drops. Heâd be damned if he had to endure you anymore than he has to.
Just as he retreats into the shadows in the corner of the den, you glide straight past the room entirely. Not even peaking into the only lit room of the house.
He knows itâs ridiculous but it irked him that you didnât even look. Had you no curiosity either? And if you arenât coming to the den, where are you going?
Regardless, he definitely isnât going to find out. He has no intention of being anywhere near you. He wouldnât subject himself to that.
âŚ
But he wants to know. What if you had some secret hobby or routine? Something that made youâŚa person.
Why should that matter to him!? He doesnât give two shits about what you do. His own curiosity only further proves how offbeat you are. He certainly will not follow you and he definitely wonât care what you are doing.
âŚ
But what if you were up to no good? What if you were stealing from the High Lord every night after he goes to sleep?
Now that he canât allow.
Azriel emerges from the shadows, peaking out from the door frame to find you at the end of the hallway. You enter the library and shut the door closed behind you.
He slips through the hallway and into the library, careful not to make a sound.
The empty library felt cold in your wake though there was no sign of you. You werenât sitting on the sofas or searching for a book. There is only silence in his company.
Azriel strides through each row of bookcases lined throughout the room to no avail.
And now youâve even disappeared like a ghost.
A beam of light enters at the back of the room earning his attention. The balcony.
Azriel stealthily crosses the room, concealing himself behind the bookcase closest to the balcony.
There you were. Sitting on the marble bench, staring up at the sky. Not causing any trouble.
Well, he has his answer, he can leave. He can go about his sleepless night.
But once again he did not want to, despite those alarms going off and the growing pit deep down. He couldnât bring himself to move.
So he didnât for a very long time.
He only watches your ominously still figure watching the sky. You do not look away or blink or breathe it seems. Not even a twitch of the fingers.
You just cannot be of this world.
âAzriel.â You call softly.
His heart drops into the swirling void in his stomach as chills sweep across his skin and the hairs of his arm stand.
Youâd sensed him there. For how long? Though he doesnât care what you think of him, he did not need you telling anyone heâs some stalker creep.
âYou can come out.â
Azriel contemplates. He can leave as he should have done an hour ago but you already know he is here. Then again, maybe if he leaves youâll think you were mistaken.
All of those options fly out of the door when you look back, directly at him.
He winces at his lack of options and being caught. How did you even know? Heâs the fucking spy master and now he canât even hide from you?
Azriel lets out a deep exhale, not even realizing heâd been holding his breath before coming out into your full view.
You look right into his eyes as he approaches you. Each step feels like a crushing weight as he struggles to maintain his composure.
âWhat are you doing out here?â Azriel asks firmly, not a shred of friendliness behind the words.
You only look back to the sky.
Were you ignoring him now? After telling him to come out?
Irritation begins to fill the void in him. The audacity. HE is the one ignoring YOU.
âWhat are you doing out here.â A command rather than question this time.
You subtly shrug.
Azriel rolls his eyes.
For a while the two of you are silent. What is he even supposed to say to you? You are the one that called him out here.
He isnât surprised that you hardly speak but that doesnât change the fact that it is annoying.
âYou donât speak much.â Azriel states plainly wanting to escape the awkward, silent tension.
âThatâs your perception.â You match his blunt tone provoking his wonder. How could it be his perception when you donât speak to anyone?
âI havenât seen within 10 feet of anyone here.â
âThatâs because you disappear anytime Iâm in the same room as you.â
Azriel didnât know what to make of your straight forwardness. Though he tends to speak directly himself, heâs not fond of such attitude. But coming from you, it seems fitting. âPerhaps I simply donât enjoy your company.â
âCurious.â You look at him, standing up and making your way back into the library. âNo male has ever complained about my company.â
Azriel follows close behind, watching your every poised step.
âAs a matter of fact Iâve been told Iâm quite the pleasure to be around.â You glance over your shoulder. That familiar sinister delight returning to your eyes, the same look you gave him when he realized where it is you held his siphon.
Azriel nearly trips on over his own two feet. The void beginning to whirl again. He cursed himself for needed to clear his throat. âIs that so?â
You stop abruptly and pivot on your feet, coming face to chest and tilting your head back to look up at him. His stomach leaps at the sudden proximity and your intense stare. He steps back.
âWith my bright and bubbling personality, how could they not?â You raise a brow.
Azriel didnât know if it was relief from the cut tension or the actual joke or both but he lets out a breathy chuckle.
âNot to mention my breasts and ass.â
Azrielâs shock couldnât have been anymore evident. His lips part unable to form a single word, not that his brain could form a single thought.
Azriel hadnât thought of you in any way other than suspicion but now, standing before him, he canât help but notice your deadly beauty. The enthralling darkness dancing behind your eyes and those plump pink lips. The thin strapped shirt clinging to your ample breasts. The outline of your peaked nipples. The perfect angle he has of your soft cleavage.
âThat was also a joke.â You clarify and turn on your heel continuing towards the door. âKind of.â
It most certainly was not a joke.
The loose shorts gripping your waist do nothing to hide the outline of your backside. Each step you take further away from him only giving him a better view of the swish of your hips and the bounce of your ass.
âGoodnight, Spy Master.â You bid farewell without so much as a glance back.
.âď¸đâď¸.
Azriel couldnât stop thinking of you, yet now itâs in whole different light. He would have never thought you to be so vulgar, in a cruel way maybe but not in a humorous way.
Youâre so quiet and reserved and unsettling. He didnât think you capable of making a joke, let alone a sexual one.
He couldnât deny that it is a rather riveting piece of information. He should have known when you all but challenged him to reach into your pants a few month ago.
The memory of your tits sitting nice and pretty, your waist and full hips, your ass, all flood his mind.
Lying in his bed, Azriel turns onto his back, shaking the thoughts from his head.
He needs sleep. And he needs it now.
.âď¸đâď¸.
Exhaustion cannot begin to describe what Azriel felt. He needed not just to rest but recharge, and there is nothing better than laying down after a hard days work.
After what felt like forever he finally reaches his bedroom, twisting the nob and shutting the door behind him. He sighs, shutting his eyes and resting his head against the door.
âAzriel.â You call just as softly as you had earlier in the night.
Azriel whips around to find you sat on the center on his bed, feet under you and hands politely placed on your knees, as if youâd been waiting for him.
Azriel scans the room. Possibly a prank brought on by Rhysand but itâs only you in here.
âWhat are you doing in here?â Azriel hisses, sending a vicious sneer in your direction. And he thought ignoring him was the hight of your audacity but to enter his private quarters at such late hours?
âI havenât been on my best behavior, have I.â You tilt your head to the side, feigning innocence.
Azrielâs brow pinches. âWhat?â
âIâve displeased you in some way.â You slowly stand from his bed. âI canât have that.â
Azriel swallows hard as you inch closer with every word. âAfter all, I am a pleasure to be around.â
Azriel can only watch. Your shorts doing little to hide your exposed legs and soft thighs. That fucking shirt hiding your tight nipples.
You come to halt with only centimeters between you, looking up at him with that deceptively virtuous gaze.
He could smell you. An intoxicating scent of amber and jasmine. Like a garden in the fall.
Azrielâs heart thunders in his chest. Not fast but hard. He was sure not only you but everyone in the house could feel it. His whole being pulses with each thump as you reach for his chest.
âLet me be a pleasure.â Your delicate fingers just barely touches his chest, drawing a line down his chest. Then lower. And lower. And lower-
Azriels eyes widen as he snatches your hand in his. His chest heaving, trying to gulp down the air that slips away from him. You, however, seem un phased, eager, if anything. âW-what do you think youâre doing?â
The scent of his own arousal permeates the air he desperately tries to breathe.
With half lidded eyes and a slight pout of your lips, you take your wrist from his loose grip and place your palm over the back of his hand, brining it up to your cheek and leaning into it.
Azrielâs blood turns cold at how tender your touch is, gentle as the embrace of death. Your skin warms his palm as you drag his hand down the side of your neck painfully slow, his thumb tracing the column of your throat.
Gods, he wanted to bite it. To latch himself onto that spot. If it was possible to envy oneâs own hand, heâd turn green.
âI see how you look at me.â Your voice low and sultry. âYou despise me.â
You move his hand down your collar bone, to your chest, settling between your breast. Something deep inside Azriel twists and knots, his cold blood turns hot as it rushes into his pants.
âLet me fix it.â You groan, trailing his hand further down to your stomach. âLet me show youâŚâ
Azriel bites the inside of his cheek to keep his own sounds at bay. His brows pinch together at the sight of you. The rise and fall of your swollen, flushed breasts. Your bottom lip trapped between your teeth and the look of pure carnal desire.
ââŚjust how much of a pleasure I can be.â You whisper breathlessly when you lead his scared hand beneath the waistband of your shorts.
Azriel chokes back a guttural groan when his fingers reach the slick folds of your cunt. Looking into his eyes with a feral hunger, you guide his fingers in sensual circles around your most sensitive spot. Hushed whines hum from your chest, purring at his governed touch.
His middle finger twitches against your clit, testing for himself. You respond with a low moan.
Azrielâs eyes flutter shut trying to reason with himself.
This was wrong. So fucking wrong. Azriel canât even stand the sight of you yet here he is with his hands down your pants for the second time, and he felt just as he had the first time, he wanted to ruin you.
Another flick of his fingers causes you to throw your head back.
Azriel growls. A fire ignites in his chest, coursing through every nerve of his body as he gives in to you.
His fingers take a course of their own, rubbing your center with fervor. A noise somewhere between a yelp and moan escape your parted lips. You grabbing onto his arms to steady yourself as pleasure over takes you.
âFuck, youâre dripping.â Azriel leans forward to whisper in your ear. His warm breath tickling your skin as he asks, âWho made you this wet?â
You only moan, digging your hands into his bicep.
Still massaging your clit, he brings his free hand to strike the fat of your ass earning a very loud moan.
âTell me.â
âYou!â The stinging sensation mixes with your pleasure, encouraging you further. âYou made me this fucking wet.â
Azriel hums, gripping your hair and tilting your head back. âMhm. Keep being a good girl and Iâll forgive you.â
His attacks your neck, teeth clamping down hard in what he knows will scar but he didnât care. He wanted you marked. Proof that he could take control, even over someone with such a silent attitude as yours.
You hold back a scream. As much as it hurt, he knows you like it. âDont hold back. I want to hear the pretty noises you make.â
Azrielâs tongue laps at the column of your throat, finally nipping at the spot he craved minutes ago. Your moans vibrate against his lips.
He pulls away to look at you. Eyes shut and jaw hung in ecstasy. His cock twitches in pants at how good he can make you feel.
The sight was anything but dark. Dare he say heavenly.
Suddenly, your eyes open, fixating on his. Lust and desperation laced in your stare as you plead, âI want your fingers in me. Please, Az.â
Azriel smirks down at you arrogantly. âYeah?â You nod frantically, your moans and pants driving him absolutely wild.
âWhatever you want.â Azriel pulls away from you, sitting at the edge on his bed, knees spread as he pats his lap. âCome here, pretty girl.â
You stand between his legs but before you could straddle him, he grabs your wrist, roughly turning your back to him.
His textured hands glide down your back, feeling every curve until he reaches your shorts, yanking them down in one swift motion and leaving your rear exposed for his viewing enjoyment.
He gathers as much of your ass in his hands as he can, squeezing, caressing and parting for an even better view. Your slit and inner thighs glistening from your wetness.
He does dare to say heavenly.
âSo fucking pretty.â He leans forward, placing a soft kiss on your ass cheek and quickly slapping it right on top.
You jerk forward with an amused hum.
Azriel grabs your hip and brings you down to him. Your full weight falls onto his solid cock, strained in his leathers. He moans at the impact.
Azrielâs hands trail up from your hips, over your stomach and under your shirt and to your breasts. You whimper as his fingers lightly trace over your firm nipples and kneed at your breasts.
He should stop. Should have never even started when he hates so much but Azriel revels in it. The way you feel, the way he makes you feel. His lips latch to your neck sucking as he rolls your buds between his fingers.
âAzriel, please.â You breathe, writhing against him.
He groans, flicking your nipple harshly and immediately finding your center. The tip of his middle finger sliding up and down, toying with your hole.
âPlease! Please put it in.â You whine, reaching up to tug at his dark locks. The sensation pushing him over the edge.
Promptly, his middle finger plunges into your cunt, pumping at a hungry pace.
âOh, fuck! Azriel, yes!â You grip his hair stronger, receiving another painful bite and a slap on your tits in return.
Azriel adds another finger and you clench around them. âSo fucking tight, angel. I bet youâve never been fucked so full with two fingers, have you?â
You shake your head and throw it back over his shoulder when his fingers disappear in you to the knuckle.
âOne more for me.â Azriel hums, a warning rather than a request as he teases a third finger against you.
âIâŚI donât know.â You hesitate.
Azriel guides you to look at him, your face inches from his. His brows pinch and with a slightly patronizing pout he nods. âYou can take it. Donât you like how full I make you feel?â
You bite your lip and nod. âI can take it.â
âGood girl.â He breathes with a smug expression. Azriel canât get enough of you like this. Pleading. Submissive to his every whim. The satisfaction of seeing that stoic demeanor dissolve because of him.
Azriel slides a third finger in slowly. Hells, youâre so fucking tight around his fingers, he can only imagine how youâd feel on his cock.
You release a long, aching moan and arch your back against him.
Azriel gasps at the sudden movement against his pants. It wouldnât take more than a minute to make him explode. âF-fuck, y/n. Keep doing that.â
You grind in his lap, feeling his length throb beneath you. âLike this, Az?â
âGods.â Azrielâs fingers sink into your cunt, over and over. Your screams of pleasure blend with the sopping sounds of your wet pussy.
Azriel was absolutely sure this was heaven.
âIâm so close! Mm, you gonna make a fucking mess out of me?â You rut against his cock.
âFuck yes.â Azrielâs free arm wraps around you pressing you further into him and he fucks you with his fingers. âCâmon. Make a mess for me, Angel.â
âAzriel!â Thatâs all it took for you to crumble in his lap. Your entire body trembles and euphoria seizes control of your body. Your screams informing all of Veleris of who made you cum so fucking good.
As you ride out your orgasm, Azriel lifts his own stuttering hips to grind against yours. The full weight of you quivering and fidgeting against him builds a blissful tension deep within him. And with the string of his name still being sung from your lips, the coiling pressure couldnât hold anymore.
âIâm gonna-â
.âď¸đâď¸.
Azriel shoots straight up out of his bed and on to his feet, panting and looking around his room, illuminated with the first light of day.
But there was no one. No you.
Azriel blinks and wipes his eyes. It was a dream?
He looks around once more.
It couldnât have been a dream. Heâs dreamt of many females but never anything soâŚreal.
He could still feel the weight of your body flushed against him. He could still feel the blissful aftermath of an orgasm.
Azriel looks down at his stained tented pants. His half hard cock still dripping on his thigh.
What the fuck was that? Why the fuck would he dream of that? Of you.
Mor? Sure. Elain? Once or twice, but you? Someone he couldnât even stand to be in the same room with?
Azriel huffs and makes his way to his bathroom to clean up, angry with himself and his deplorable dream. A nightmare, he decides, considering it involved you.
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