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no (hyoid) bone to pick ⢠heizou x gn!reader
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warnings: mentions of suicide, murder, blood, and corpses (nothing very detailed but please be aware) , reader is a forensic scientist
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âRegarding the victimâs past mental health problems and the medicine she has been using for the past months, her suicide can be explained by the depression sheâs been experiencing. The divorce must have taken a toll on her. Poor soul, may she rest in peace.â
Heizou gave the man in front of him a close-eyed smile, though the smile didnât reach his eyes at all. âBullshit.â The interview was not going to his liking, it seemed.Â
âAh, I see. Thank you for your input and contribution.â
The manâs eyes lit up immediately.Â
âSo, May I take my leaââ
âAh, there is my favorite doctor!â
Heizou stood up quickly, leaving the man hanging in the room while not batting an eye. Intentionally, of course.
On the other hand, hearing his loud and somewhat energetic voice, you sighed while arranging the papers that were in your hands. You seemed tired, he noted. And worst of all, you seemed in a bad mood. Ah.
âHey.â
It was a simple, curt response. One that he expected but didnât like it nonetheless. He decided he wasnât going to dampen your mood by wasting your time even more like he usually did.Â
âGot any news?â
You nodded.
âYeah.â
âNot good ones, I suppose?â
âWell, good for the investigation.â
âOh, they must be bad then.â
âItâs probably not a suicide,â
Hearing him hum in acknowledgment, you sighed and thought: âOf course, heâd guessâ and continued.Â
âTheir hyoid bone is fractured and they are past 30, which means their bones are not flexible at all, also since they donât weigh muchâ Itâs unlikely for the hanging to cause a fracture. So Iâd say itâs most likely to be aâŚâ
You were giving a piece of important information while his thoughts were having none of it.
âAre they rambling? Cute.â
âYeah, guessed so.â
âI could guess youâd guess, detective. I am afraid thatâs all I got. I wasnât even allowed in the medical examination room, and the autopsy reports areââ
âWhoa, you sneaked a peek for me? My my, arenât you adorableââ
âShut up.â
He laughed. Even if you didnât want to admit it, his presence was comforting. After being surrounded by dead bodies and the smell of blood all dayâ his cologne was refreshing in a way. And maybe his personality was also helping you to clear your head. But youâd never say that to his face and feed his ego even more.
You let out the breath you werenât aware of holding and spoke again,
âCan you get me the blood samples of their ex-husband?â
âAh, so we are on the same page. Though I donât know why you need it, of course.â
This was surprisingly going well; you were waiting for him to play around a bit first. Well, it clearly saved you from the headache.
âThanks,â
Finally, your eyes met his. Ah, now looking at him closely, he seemed tired too. Though it didnât affect his smile, his eyes were telling a different story.
â...want to grab a drink?â
Okay, maybe the tiredness didnât affect his smile, but your suggestion clearly did wonders because you couldâve sworn his eyes shined at the sound of it.
âLead the way, then.â
He extended his hand to you. You looked at it for a few seconds before placing the reports on it. You opened your phone and looked at the time, all while avoiding his eyes, the words slipped between your lips,
âThe cafĂŠ or the vending machine?â
 â...vending machine.â
His tone sounded like a disappointed child who was pouting.Â
Good thing you didnât look at him because, boy, was he sulking. He mentally sighed and followed after you.
âSo much for wanting them to hold my hand.â
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đ¤âŕšŕŁ â notes!
â heizou is my baby, i love him sm <3
â not proofread (again), so it might get rewritten later! (it probably wonât, anyway)
â why do i study medicine?
â money
â my family forced me to do so
â because i want to help people
â to write fanfics based on what iâve learned in class
#genshin#genshin impact#genshin x reader#heizou x reader#shikanoin heizou#heizou shikanoin x reader#shikanoin heizou x reader#heizou x you#heizou x y/n#shikanoin heizou x you#shikanoin heizou fluff#heizou fluff#genshin impact x you#genshin impact x reader#â´ mer's work
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Your children live free in my mind @emelinstriker
Now when I see a Pinterest sketch I wonder which one would look best with each champion **panic**
Fanart for the blue champion
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Oh this happened to me recently.
I want to write a fanfic about a guy going dancing. Okay, I need a festival. What kind of festival could work with an underground kingdom? Okay, which festival could I pull off? Ooh! This one works well with harvest season-oh! The traditions and-oh now I have more headcanons on how the economics work in the City of Tears-
Wait-what do you mean I haven't finished writing the burb to the story yet, much less the outline?
Writing fics is hilarious- what do you mean I have to Google diagrams of stairs now??
#archive of our own#fanfiction#writing#ao3 shenanigans#fanfic#City of Tears#festival#World building#fantasy worldbuilding#The chosen festival was Candlemas by the way.#Did you know that's when farmers start planning for the next season of planting as they used up half of their winter feed by then?#Oh! And employees' contracts finished up then. So employers gave employees new shoes as presents.#Whether the gift was a true thank you#Or a bribe
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The Doll House - A Geto Suguru x Reader Fanfic Part 1
You sell yourself to a brothel to feed your family and Geto Suguru is in charge of training you to be the perfect submissive sex doll.
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4
Read Tojiâs Part Here!
Read Nanamiâs Part Here!
Read Sukunaâs Part Here!
Read Gojoâs Part Here!
Read Chosoâs Part Here!
On the outskirts of town, there stands a particular shop called the âDoll Houseâ. Inside its walls you can find a âdollâ to match any taste you might have. All your desires will be fulfilled, no matter how depraved. Satisfaction is guaranteed! The dolls are exceptionally high quality, thanks to the skillful trainers who work with them twenty-four hours a day, molding them into perfect toys for your enjoyment.Â
Each trainer has a specialty that they focus on, and they all take great pride in their work. Their methods differ greatly, their approaches vary, but they all follow one rule: never get attached to a doll. After the training is complete, they hand the dolls over to their new owners, and never see them again. However, just once over the course of their careers, trainers are allowed to pick a doll theyâve personally trained and keep her as their own.
AU! Each trainer will get their own story! This is Getoâs. Iâm not sure how many parts it will have. If youâd like to be tagged in future parts, let me know! You must be an adult to be tagged! Any feedback whatsoever is adored!
Smut. 18+. Dubcon. Submission. Extreme humiliation. Voyeurism. Light degradation. Masturbation. Oral sex. Deep throating. Lots of stuff! Divider by @benkeibear!
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Your nerves are on fire. Your heart feels like it might burst at any moment. You never dreamed you would end up in a situation like this, but here you are: standing in the welcome room of the Doll House, being appraised by a woman with long silver hair pulled into a braid. She circles you, holding a folded paper fan in one hand, her eyes sharp.Â
âI think we can make something pleasing of you,â she says, red lips curling into a smile.Â
You exhale. Not sure whether youâre relieved or not. You came here to essentially sell yourself to the Doll House. Your parents died six months ago, leaving you and your four siblings saddled with debt and struggling to survive. As the only adult left in the family, youâve been working various jobs to try to keep your younger siblings fed, but debt collectors are harassing them. You have to do something.Â
The woman with silver hair returns with a thick envelope. When you open it, your eyes bulge. Youâve never seen so much money in your life! You count it as quickly as possible, growing more shocked by the second.Â
âDo we have a deal?â the woman asks.Â
You look up at her. âIâm worth this much?â
âOh darling, Iâll get twice as much for you after youâve been properly trained!â
âCan you make sure this money pays off my parentsâ debts? And the rest goes to my siblings?â
The woman nods. âOf course.â
âAlright. Itâs a deal,â you say. She steps out of the room and returns with a contract for you to sign. You take the time to read over it carefully.Â
Itâs a ten year contract, during which time youâll essentially belong to the Doll House and then whoever they sell your contract to. No one is allowed to do permanent physical harm to you or prevent you from having contact with your loved ones. You have the right to terminate the contract at any time, though youâll face dire financial consequences if you do so.Â
Ten years. Itâs a long time, but itâs worth it to pull your family out of poverty. You sign the contract, the silver haired woman takes it, and hands the envelope to another employee. âSee that all her familyâs debts are settled, and use the rest to set up a monthly stipend for her siblings.â
The employee nods and leaves. The woman leads you deeper into the Doll House, then stops in a large circular room with plush red carpets and velvet-lined furniture. There are fancy polished lamps hanging on the wall, and a heavy perfumed smell in the air.Â
âWait here,â she says. âIâll see which trainer is available.â
You stand there nervously, alone, after she disappears down a dark hallway. Thereâs no turning back now. If you break the contract, it would put your siblings in even worse debt.Â
But now your mind is focused solely on your trainer. Who is he? Will he be kind or cruel? What sort of fetish will they shove you into? These thoughts plague you as you fidget with the end of the thin belt around your dress. Youâre worried the trainer might be some disgusting brute who never showers. Or just as bad, someone incredibly handsome who will end up seeing you in terribly embarrassing situations.Â
You hope heâll just be an average man.Â
âHello, miss,â a honeyed voice says behind you.Â
You turn around quickly to see a stunningly beautiful man with long black hair. Heâs dressed casually in dark, loose-fitting clothes and his eyes are narrowed by a smile that curves his lips in a way that makes your heart beat a little faster.Â
Is he a customer? You glance around, looking for the silver haired woman who went to fetch your trainer. Sheâs the one he needs to talk to.Â
âUm, sorry, I just got here. I canât help you, but the owner should be back any minute,â you say, returning his smile. You canât help thinking that if customers look like him, this might not be so bad after all.Â
âYouâre new?â he asks.Â
You nod, feeling a little embarrassed for this gorgeous guy to know youâre here to sell yourself. âIâm just trying to take care of my family,â you say.
His smile fades as he fold his arms over his chest. âArenât you afraid? Iâve heard they do some pretty extreme stuff here.â
You glance around to make sure the owner isnât nearby. âBetween you and me, Iâm terrified! The scariest part is the trainer. I mean, some strange man is going to have complete control over me? What if heâs just a big pervert?â
The customer laughs, his dark eyes twinkling. âI donât know how to tell you this, but I think anyone who works here is going to be a pervert!â
You laugh too. âI guess youâre right. Well, I just hope heâs not too rough on me. Iâm a very sensitive person.â
He tilts his head forward, one long strand of bangs falling over his eye. âAre you now?â
You feel a sudden chill. You almost forgot this guy is here to buy a doll. Who knows what depraved things heâs into? You let out a small nervous giggle. âUh, just keep that to yourself if you donât mind. My trainer might use it against me.â
He smiles warmly, holding a long finger to his mouth. âMy lips are sealed.â
Just then you hear high heeled footsteps coming down the hall. Itâs the owner! You turn to face her, dreading to see what sort of man sheâs bringing with her, what sort of man will be doing whatever he wants with your body for the next few weeks.Â
But sheâs alone. Could she not find an available trainer?Â
âOh, Geto, there you are,â she says, looking behind you. âI see youâve already met your new doll.â
Your blood freezes in your veins. You slowly turn around and look at the ridiculously handsome man you thought was a customer. He flashes you a wide grin. You reflexively back away from him. âYouâre my trainer?!â
âThatâs me,â he says. âYou can call me Master Suguru.â
Oh no. This is the worst possible outcome. You just blabbed all your fears and weaknesses to him. Not to mention the fact that this man, this beautiful man, was going to see you naked, was going to witness your clumsy attempts to be sexy. How humiliating! Your face was burning already.Â
He steps around you and heads down the hall. âFollow me and weâll get started,â he says, looking at you over his shoulder.Â
Youâve only been here a short while and itâs already turned into a nightmare. The training is going to start now? You havenât even had a chance to unpack you belongings or see your new room. You reach down to get your small suitcase, but your trainer calls out, âLeave your things. You wonât be needing them anytime soon.â
With a sigh of resignation, you walk down the hall after him, a huge knot in your stomach.Â
He leads you to what appears to be a luxurious bedroom. More of the plush carpets and high end furniture. Thereâs an ornate bed in the center of the room. Oh God, is he going to fuck you right now? Youâre not prepared!Â
âThis is my private room,â he says, sitting down on the edge of the bed. âWeâll do much of your training here, but sometimes weâll use other areas of the house. During your training, youâll be with me twenty-four hours a day. Youâll eat with me, sleep with me, bathe with meâŚâ
Your face must have twisted in horror at that last comment, because he laughs at your reaction. âYouâll get used to it,â he says. âBy the way, Iâm guessing youâre curious what my specialty is. Right?â
You nod, too nervous to speak.Â
âSubmission. Humiliation. Degradation.â
You feel like youâve been punched in the gut. âS-so⌠basically⌠youâre going to be really mean to me?â
He smiles as he stands up and steps closer to you. âItâs more than that. Iâll train you to enjoy it, to find pleasure in giving yourself to your owner, in being insulted and berated and humiliated.â Heâs so close now that you can smell his scent, like sandalwood and citrus. He reaches up one hand and touches your face. âBut yes, Iâm going to be really, really mean to you.â
You shudder at his words, at his closeness, at his soft fingers on your cheek. Then he steps away suddenly and sits back down on the bed, casually. âI donât use physical force generally. I donât hit or shove or fully restrain. I dislike using violence in my training. I have other ways of disciplining you.â
He pauses to watch your reaction, then he goes on, his sensual voice seeming to go lower. âYou will obey my every command. You will do anything I tell you to do, no matter how unpleasant it is. Failure to do so would be a breach of your contract. Do you understand?â
âY-yes,â you stammer out, looking down.Â
âThatâs âYes, Master Suguru,ââ he says.Â
âYes⌠Master Suguru.â
âGreat!â he says, clapping his hands together once, startling you with the sound. âNow letâs do a little test run to see how well you follow orders. Take off your clothes.â
âR-right now?â you ask, your face positively on fire. He says nothing but narrows his eyes, giving you a warning look. Thereâs something scary about it. âI mean⌠yes, Master Suguru.â
He smiles then, still sitting on his bed as if the two of you are having a normal conversation.Â
You untie the belt around your dress and drop it to the floor. Then you step out of your shoes. You pause for a moment, not sure if you should unzip your dress on the side or simply pull it over your head. You decide to unzip, thinking it will slow this process down by even a few precious seconds. Suguru offers no commentary as you slide the dress down your hips and let it pool around your ankles. He just watches.Â
Left in only bra and panties, you look to his face, as if silently asking if this is enough. He still says nothing, only stares at you expectantly. His silence is nerve wracking, his eyes on you almost unbearable. You unhook your bra and pull it off, resisting the urge to cover yourself with an arm. Then you take a deep breath before pushing your panties down to the floor, stepping out of both them and the dress.Â
Once fully stripped, you keep your eyes on the floor, your hands stiffly at your sides.Â
âLook at me,â he says, and you force your eyes up to his face. His gaze is burning holes into your body. At least thatâs what it feels like.Â
âAlright,â he says in a pleasant tone, ânow lie down on the floor, with your feet pointing toward me.â
You blink in confusion. Is he going to take you on the floor? When thereâs a perfectly nice bed right there? But you donât hesitate for long. You carefully get down on the carpet, trying to be as modest as possible, and then lie down as he instructed.Â
âSpread your legs. Draw your knees up toward your shoulders.â
Well, so much for maintaining your modesty. You knew it was a futile effort anyway. You follow his orders, feeling like your whole body is on fire with shame. Heâs looking at you. Heâs looking at your most private parts.Â
âNow pleasure yourself,â you hear him say.Â
You raise your head up from the carpet to look at him, praying that heâs only joking, but heâs not laughing. âI canât!â you say, unable to conceal the terror in your voice. This is too much. You canât possibly do something so embarrassing in front of this man!Â
He stands up from the bed and steps over to you, looming over your naked, spread open form. âOh? Already refusing orders? We can do this in the main hall if you prefer. The other trainers would probably enjoy the show.â
âNo, please!â
He kneels down in front of you, practically between your legs. âOr, you can just get up and walk out. No one is forcing you to do this. You came here of your own free will, didnât you?â
You close your eyes, tears leaking out. Heâs right. You came here on your own. No one brought you here. No one even suggested it. The whole thing was your idea. You knew things like this would happen, and you came anyway. An image of your siblings flashes in your mind, and you know you have to do whatever it takes to keep them happy and healthy.Â
âOkay, Iâll do it,â you say, using one hand to wipe your tears. You wait a moment for him to back away, but to your horror he remains where he is, inches away from you, with a clear and perfect view of your pussy as you reach one shaky hand down to lightly rub yourself.Â
Your eyes close as you sniffle, trying to keep yourself from crying. You slip one finger into your folds, trying to focus on the feeling and forget that you have an audience. Youâre dry, because of course you are. Lying there holding back your tears is not the least bit arousing.Â
âLook at me,â you hear him say, and you almost sob. You open your eyes to find him hovering over you, his silky hair spilling over his shoulders, his eyes moving from your hand between your thighs to your face, his luscious lips curled into a predatory smile.Â
Oh God. Heâs so gorgeous. Itâs entirely unfair. Â
You feel the first drops of wetness as your fingers glide over your skin, spreading it around, glossing it over your clit.Â
âThere you go,â he says, his voice low. âFinally getting wet. What did it for you? The fact that Iâm watching?â
You donât say anything, just keep stroking your clit with your finger, your breaths coming quicker. Youâd rather look anywhere else in the world, but he ordered you to look at him, so youâre forced to look him in the eyes as he watches you touch yourself. Youâve never been more embarrassed in your life, but your fingers are becoming slicker the more you think about it.Â
âYouâre gushing now,â he says, leaning so close. âDoes it feel that good, being watched? I can see everything youâre doing, every little movement of your fingers, the way your clit twitches⌠itâs obscene.â
His words are getting to you. Youâre so slippery that you can feel your arousal wetting the carpet beneath you.Â
âI bet you do this all the time at home,â he says. âDo you?â
âS-sometimesâŚâ you manage to say, struggling to focus on anything besides the pleasure.Â
âWhat do you think about when you touch yourself at home?â
âAhhhâŚ. being touched⌠by someone elseâŚâ
âTouched by who? A boyfriend?â he asks.Â
âI⌠donât have a⌠ahhhhhh!!â The moan escapes you before you can finish.Â
âNo boyfriend,â he confirms. âWhat about an ex boyfriend?â
âN-never⌠had oneâŚâ
He seems surprised by that. âReally? Then⌠are you a virgin?â
You hesitate. You planned on keeping that fact to yourself for as long as possible. Youâve heard horror stories about trainers intentionally being rough on virgins.
âAnswer,â he says in a commanding voice.Â
âYes,â you finally say, holding back another moan.Â
He grins, his eyes shining. âWhat a slutty little virgin, moaning and dripping all over my carpet, getting off on a stranger watching you rub your clit.â
Your back arches involuntarily, your hips nearly bucking off the floor. Heâs so, so close to you. Why wonât he just touch you himself? But he just watches, sometimes looking you in the eyes when you moan, making this as embarrassing as possible.Â
Youâre close, your legs trembling, your stokes becoming faster, the humiliating wet sounds getting louder. He notices, saying, âAsk for permission before you cum.â
You donât waste any time. âM-may I please⌠ahh⌠cum⌠Master Suguru?â
He waits for a moment, watching your face while smiling serenely. Then, when it feels like youâre about to explode, he says, âYou may cum.â
It feels like the orgasm slammed into your body. Youâve never felt anything so intense before! Youâve masturbated before, when you could find some private moments, but it always seemed like an underwhelming experience. This⌠this was incredible.Â
When you finished convulsing on the floor, you collapsed back into the carpet, your legs splayed apart on either side of Suguru. You panted, closing your eyes and just wanting to sleep. After a few seconds, you realized heâs never moved, so you look back up at him.Â
Heâs just staring! Itâs unnerving. You use what little strength you have to start to scoot back so you can at least close your legs, but he suddenly stands up before you can move. He returns to the bed and sits down again.Â
âCrawl over to me,â he says.Â
You roll over to your stomach and then get to your knees. Your legs feel weak, almost like they donât belong to you, but he gave you an order. Feeling low and foolish, you crawl on hands and knees over to him, your thighs sticky with your cum.Â
Once youâre right in front of him, he reaches out and lightly strokes your hair. âReady to meet your true master?â
You look at him curiously. âHuh? But I thought you were-â
Your voice cuts off as you see him reach into his pants and pull out an imposingly large cock. Itâs both thicker and longer than you imagined, standing tall and proud in his lap, fully erect. He slides one of his hands over it.Â
âThis is your true master. For the next few weeks, your life is going to revolve around my cock, around pleasuring it. When itâs not in one of your holes, you should be begging me to put it in one. When you sleep, you should be dreaming about it. Until your training is complete, my cock is your whole world. Understand?â
Youâre sitting on your knees in front of him, your âtrue masterâ practically in your face. âYes, Master Suguru,â you say, then you pause and look up at his face. âUh, do I have to call it Master Cock or something?â
He blinks down at you, then suddenly bursts into laughter. âNo, no, thatâs not necessary,â he says, patting your head and then wiping at the corner of his eyes. âBut you can go ahead and try sucking me off.â
You look from his face to his dick, then back again. âOkay. I mean, Yes, Master Suguru.â
He smiles then, seemingly pleased that youâre getting better at addressing him properly.Â
You scoot closer to him and reach out with one hand, loosely gripping the hard fleshy rod with your fingers. It feels strange in your hand, a slight twitch to it that reminds you of a small animal. You move your hand up and down the length, wondering if youâre supposed to do it fast or slow, if your grip is too hard or too loose. Your eyes keep flicking up to his face to check his response, but his expression remains only a mild smile.Â
After getting a feel for it, you lean your face forward and give the tip of it a tentative lick, then another. You look up at him, unsure of what exactly he wants you to do.Â
He sighs. âYouâve never pleasured a man before, have you?â
You shake your head.Â
âI can tell,â he says, and your face burns again. He didnât have to say it like that. âSince this is your first ever blowjob, Iâll teach you how to do it. I expect you to please me from now on.â
You nod, embarrassed but relieved to be told what he wants.Â
âLick the underside of it, from base to tip,â he says, âthen take it into your mouth. Use your saliva to make it wet.â
You follow his directions as best you can, running your tongue up the length of it, slowly, then taking the whole thing as far into your mouth as you can. It quickly hits the back of your throat, so you pull back just a little, enough that you can move your tongue around it, glazing it with your spit.Â
âThatâs good,â he says, resting one hand on your head, long fingers threading into your hair. âDonât neglect the balls,â he adds.Â
You reach one hand up to lightly squeeze them as your tongue swirls around his shaft, making it slick.Â
âUse your lips.â
You tighten your lips around him, moving your head up and down, slobber and precum spreading all over your mouth and chin. You want to wipe your mouth, but you realize this is part of it. Making a mess on your face is probably the point.Â
âYour tongue is slacking off,â he says, and the disappointed tone of his voice somehow hurts. You donât even know why you want to please him so badly, but you do. So you pull him out of your mouth and run your tongue up and down the length before digging it gently into the tip, getting the whole thing soaked with your saliva and then wrapping your lips around it again. You take him so deep this time that it triggers your gag reflex, and you hear a slight catch to his breath. He likes that!Â
Feeling a little more bold, you press down further, letting him fill your throat, but when you panic because your breath is cut off, you feel his hand on your head press down even further. Tears spring to your eyes as you try to jerk back, but his grip is firm. âRelax your throat,â he says, âand donât stop moving your tongue. Yes, thatâs it. Youâre doing good.â
You try to relax, to trust that he wonât kill you while heâs fucking your throat. You ignore the burning feeling, the soreness settling into your jaw, and keep licking, keep sucking with your lips. You have to please him!Â
Just when you feel like you might black out, he pulls your head back, his cock popping out of your mouth. You gasp for air as he strokes your head.Â
âNow be a good girl and ask for my cum,â he says, moving his hand up and down his drenched cock.Â
You look up at him with teary eyes and red face, still trying to catch your breath. âMay I please have your cum⌠Master Suguru?â
âStick out your tongue.â
You open your trembling lips and extend your tongue as far as you can. Seconds later, warm ropes of your trainerâs cum shoot out, most of it landing directly on your tongue, some of it landing on your cheeks and chin, some even going further into your mouth.Â
His hand is still stroking your hair sweetly as he smiles down at you. âSavor it. Donât spill any.â
You pull your tongue back in, swirling the cum around to coat the inside of your mouth, then open your lips so he can see. âGood, good,â he says, âMy slutty little virgin knows how to treat her masterâs cum. Thatâs really good. Now swallow it.â
Gulping it down, you feel a tingling sensation throughout your whole body from his praise. You want more of it.Â
He grabs a tissue from his nightstand and uses it to wipe off your face, then stands up. âLetâs clean up,â he says cheerfully, walking toward a door in the back corner of the room. You climb to your feet and follow after him, finding yourself in a large bathroom. Your eyes are immediately drawn to the shower. Thereâs no curtain, no door. Itâs simply an open stall. Thereâs even a chair positioned across from it, for someone to sit in and watch.Â
Suguru takes the chair, looking comfortable as he gestures toward the shower. âGo ahead. Thereâs plenty of soap and shampoo. I put a new loofah out for you.â
You stare at the open shower, then back at him. âYouâre just⌠going to watch?â
His dark eyes peer at you. âUnless you want me to help you.â
âNo, thatâs okay!â you say quickly, stepping into the shower and turning the water on. You yelp when the cold water hits your skin, and you hear him chuckle. Once you get the water just right, you grab the soap and begin bathing, just trying to get this done as fast as possible.Â
Suguruâs voice echoes in the room. âInteresting. Most women start by washing their hair,â he says, obviously just trying to keep you aware that heâs watching. âBut youâre starting with your tits. Hmm.â
You glance at him over your shoulder. âDo you have to narrate this?â
He laughs heartily for a few moments, then stands up all at once and walks over to the shower, stopping just outside the waterâs reach. âYouâre funny. But starting tomorrow, I wonât allow any back talking,â he says, his voice low and dangerous. âUnderstand?â
You shiver despite the heat of the water. âYes, Master Suguru.â
The smile returns to his face. âGood, now face me while you shower.â
You grimace as he returns to the chair. Heâs really not going to let you keep even a shred of dignity, is he? But you hurry through the process and feel a hundred percent better when he hands you a towel to dry off with. Itâs not big enough to wrap around your body, but you can cover some of yourself while using it. When finished, you look at him and ask, âWhat do I wear?â
âHmm? Oh, you wear nothing.â
âHuh?!â
He looks as if your reaction confuses him. âWhy would you need clothes? Youâd just be taking them off all the time. So during your training, you wonât be wearing any.â
You feel your heart drop to your stomach. âBut⌠what about when I have to leave this room?â
âYouâll be leaving it in the morning. Weâll have breakfast in the main hall. What about it?â
You stare at him, horror-striken. âI canât wear anything even then? But the other trainersâŚâ
He laughs. âOh donât worry about them. They see naked women all the time, most of them with bodies much better than yours. Theyâll hardly notice you.â
You hold the towel up in front of you, suddenly feeling self conscious. âPlease donât make me do that,â you whisper, tears in your eyes again.Â
âNo one is making you do anything,â he says. âBreak the contract if you want.â
âYou know I canât do that.â
âThen do as youâre told. And drop the towel, youâre already dry.â
âTell me about it,â you mutter under your breath, flinging the towel onto the floor.Â
He looks at you sharply, eyes narrowed to slits.Â
âY-you said I canât talk back starting tomorrow!â you say defensively.
After a pause, he laughs again. âI did say that, didnât I? Well, Iâll let your bad behavior slide just for tonight. Now about your dryness problemâŚâ
You tense up, wondering what heâs planning to do to you now, but he doesnât approach you. Instead he pulls his black shirt over his head, revealing a toned, muscular torso. He reaches up and unties his hair from its half-up style, letting it flow freely around his shoulders. Then he shoves his pants down, stripping completely.Â
Your mouth falls open as you watch him step into the shower. How can a human being be so beautiful? How was it possible?Â
Youâre not so dry anymore.Â
He points to the chair and says, âSit. Donât look away.â
Look away? You donât think you could pry your eyes off him with a crowbar. Every move he makes is sensual. Washing his hair, soaping up his chest, even cleaning his ass looks sexy. It just wasnât fair. How were you supposed to handle this? How were you supposed to humiliate yourself in front of this perfect specimen over and over again?Â
When heâs finished drying off, he pulls on some cozy looking clothes, very similar to what he had on earlier. Long sleeved black top that fits him loosely and similarly fitting black pants. He looks warm and comfortable, and you canât help feeling cold and even more exposed, even though the room is decently warm.Â
He goes over to the closet and pulls out a thin blanket, reaching it to you. âYouâll be sleeping on the floor, beside my bed. Donât make that face, this is part of your training. Youâre submitting to me completely, right?â
You look at the blanket in your arms, then the floor. The carpet is thick and soft, so it could definitely be worse, but compared to Suguruâs fancy bed, the floor looks dismal.Â
You sigh and walk over to the side of the bed, then lie down and spread the blanket over yourself, thankful to finally be able to cover up.Â
Suguru stands over you, staring down with a blank expression. âWhat is it?â you ask nervously, wondering if he has some nefarious plan in mind. In all honesty, youâre surprised he hasnât fucked you yet. A tiny, buried part of you finds that just a little disappointing.Â
He looks away from your face, rubbing the back of his hair. âJust for tonight, and only tonight, you can sleep in the bed with me.â
You sit up, holding the blanket to your chest. âReally?â
He hesitates, then nods. Sensing this is a one time opportunity, you get to your feet, leaving the blanket behind, and crawl under the covers of his bed. Itâs so soft! And warm! You snuggle in, hugging a pillow to your face. You feel the bed shift as Suguru climbs in, but youâre fast asleep before he even reaches over to turn off the bedside lamp.Â
#geto x reader#geto suguru x reader#geto suguru#geto smut#suguru x reader#Geto#jjk geto#Geto Suguru smut#Geto Suguru x you
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Taking care of Kai
Kai cenat x reader
Side note : it's probably gonna be messy and short but I want to write it because I just got a new phone and yeah .
I will be starting fanfics again and for YouTubers too not only f1 because there is next to nothing about amp especially
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You visited kai's home and was hanging out with him a few hours before he streams .
You noticed that his fridge had nothing , same with his pantry, you thought he would be going shopping but he in fact did not so when he was complaining that he had nothing but a expired cookie and thought of what duke would do and thoughted it out and was imitating duke about shit like wanting to be taken care of and "that nature " as he put it you decided to take matter into your own hands .
Dressing up and fixing up your make up , you headed to the store .
After buying extra shit for you and snacks for the guys you went to the amp house , most of them were streaming which wasn't a surprise, Chris and Davis was sitting in the living room watching TV or their phone on occasion you went up to them first , hanging them their drinks and snacks that you got them and chatted for a bit you went into dukes room first as it was the first door you saw , also handing him his drink and snack while he was thanking you , you said hello to chat and left to go to fanum's room next . Knocking on his room door too you went in after getting confirmation to enter you got him a bit of extra so he won't fanum tax Kai or anyone,you both exchanged pleasantlies (?) you left to to agent's room next, knocking once again because he wasn't streaming so you knew to knock a few times after traumatic experience from a few of the guys and you just threw his shit in his bed and left after he wasn't awake and finally you got yo kai's room where you was carrying a big bag of chips , chocolates , candy and a few others .
" oh shit! What are you doing here !? "
" I bought you snacks !" You said smiling and hugged him as he was still sitting down shocked .
" why didn't you text me I could have sent you over money !"
"nah it's okay I was watching the stream and I knew you didn't have shit so I thought I could get you some for the stream ! Also I bought something for the guys so you don't have to give me money !"
As was talking to him I handed him the bag so he could decide what he wanted and for me to get them into the pantry and fridge.
" nah I will Venmo you money after bruh! Thank you I was starving!"
Y/n is like a mother, taking care of her kids đĽšđ
I love their friendship!
I want what they have !!!!
Hello y/n
My fav girl is hereeee
Hey y/n
Why do I ship them ?
Her is your girl that takes care of you Kai
You look like her kid but in black đ
" You are my friend you don't have to give me money I have a job ! I like taking care of you guys! Ok so I have to go to cook you guys something so you dont get fast food for the 5th time this week "
I again hugged Kai and left down to the kitchen to make us something, after what felt like forever I did some potatoes fried with a four different types of cheeses and throwed it in the oven with thick milk ( I don't know how it say it otherwise) and a few steaks and mushrooms and plate them up .
After taking two plates at the time to the guys for what felt like the hundred time today and many compliments and praise for feeding them you took the last two plates and headed again into kai's room , handing him a plate and setting yours in the table ,you retrieved a chair and sat down with Kai , chatting on stream , reading the chat and receiving many compliments it was time you go and sleep . Having a norlan 9-5 job in the morning.
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Okay that's it I don't know if it's good I just pulled it out of my ass so yeah . Have a good night babies I love you and I am sorry I was absent for so many weeks â¤ď¸ love you all
Oh btw here is the "inspo"
#x reader#marriswriting#my writing#bloodyymaryyy#kai cenat#kai cenat x reader#amp x reader#kai cenat x yt reader#fanfics to boost the fandom to make more fanfics#send asks#send help#idk how to tag this#idk#request are open#love
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⨠Weekly Tag Wednesday â¨
Thank you always to dear @mybrainismelted @suzy-queued @energievie @lingy910y @sgtmickeyslaughter
@catgrassplantdad @spookygingerr @mmmichyyy @gallawitchxx @deedala for tagging me đ
Name:Â Julia
Location:Â California
Age: is happening đŤ
You have an unexpected extra day off work or school! What are you going to do? Oh easy. Iâm reading about 10-12 tabs of fanfics in bed, coffee with my favorite vanilla creamer in a metallic tumbler so that it keeps hot for hours.
What is your favorite way to spend a summer day? let's go sit by the ocean and soak up some âď¸ . Or walk around the park with boba?
What is your favorite way to spend a winter day? See the unexpected day off question! Though knowing me, I'll get antsy and need to move around eventually, so I'll find some kind of organization project.
What do you do to unwind at the end of the day? Cook dinner, catch up with my fam about their days, try to find something fun to watch on TV while simultaneously hanging out here or on Discord :)
Do you play any sports? Â I donât - have always had too much anxiety about disappointing my team!Â
Other than fanfic, what is your favorite genre to read? Always has been and always will be romance. I like to audiobook pop-culture and history books too.
What is your comfort movie/tv show? It used to be The Office & Schitts Creek, but Iâm kind of looking for a new comfort show (any recs?)⌠thereâs always (thankfully) Shameless I suppose!
Do you write or draw? I write fanfic (which still surprises me to say out loud), and Iâve been trying to learn to draw. I bought some workbooks and everything :) Lately, my Insta algorithmâs been feeding me calligraphy videos and Iâm really obsessed with them.
What other arts or crafts do you do? I like to knit, crochet and needlepoint.Â
Describe your perfect breakfast: This is something my grandmother used to make for me, and itâs still to this day my #1 favorite comfort food: buckwheat, heated up with milk and sugar.
Tagging all of you lovely people if you'd like to play! @palepinkgoat @jrooc @gembu-tortuesouscafeine @atthedugouts @michellemisfit
@thisdivorce @wehangout @thepupperino @creepkinginc @transmurderbug
@ian-galagher @whatthebodygraspsnot @heymrspatel @celestialmickey @stocious
@runawaybrainsc @spoonfulstar @ohkate @vintagelacerosette @callivich
@francesrose3 @sweetbee78 @samantitheos
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A Winterâs Evening (A Stolitz Fanfic)
Stolas was just finishing preparing dinner. The kitchen smelled of grilled salmon and fresh pecan pie. He was humming some Sinsmas tune, wearing an apron over his homeknit sweater. The door swung open, a cold wind blew in and with it a cursing Blitz, shivering as he struggled to undress. As he took off his countless layers of snow-soaked clothes, small lumps of snow fell to the hard wood floor as well as their welcome mat which read âA Happy Home.â.
Stolas heard the door swing open, he hooted loudly, sauntering over in a playful sort of waltz, as he finished stirring the green bean casserole with his magic.
âOh Blitz! Iâm so glad youâre home I hope you had a good day at work! Dinner is almostââ he saw his husband shivering blue, cursing under his breath, now only wearing underwear as the rest of his clothes were soaked.
Stolas swiftly ran over, using his magic to put another log in the fire, sending it into a sudden burst of new flame. His apron flew off with a glow of blue, his sweater followed suit, exposing his pillow of fluff. He grabbed Blitz by the hands, holding them against his own cheeks, gazing at Blitzâs face, focusing on his eyes. In his sudden worry he tried not to cry, but tears welled up in the corners of his eyes, his cheeks puffed, as one would when taking the first breath after swimming, and a warmth rushed over the gentle red scales of Blitzâs palms.
Blitz sighed, shivering still, the fluffiest blanket they owned was flown over and around Blitzâs small frame. After a moment, where Blitz just held Stolasâs slender face, he smothered his own into the chest before him, shivering before whispering thanks across his scattered tone.
He still shivered, but as time passed it subsided to subtle movements. His face back to its normal hue, a gentle imprint in his loverâs feathers, and Stolas now holding Blitz and carrying him into the living room, laying him on his favorite heated blanket, and smothering his face in kisses.
And in this new calm, Stolas decided to have dinner in the living room on the couch with him, setting up a small plate for each of them, and feeding Blitz with such gentleness that he became accustomed to.
Blitz turned to Stolas, as he went to take another spoonful of pie, holding a light finger against the ridge of his chin, pulling him close, and kissing him, the flicking of his tongue against his, while a hand pressed softly against his chest, grabbing his feathers ever so slightly, and sobbing. Stolas wiped his tears and rocked him gently, the both just whispering the actuality that they loved each other, over and over again. To Stolas, Blitz was further than the eternity of Hell, he was his forever more.
#Stolitz#winter#Christmas#gay#fanfic#my fanfiction#my writing#my art#helluva boss#helluva boss Stolas#helluva boss blitz#helluva boss Stolitz#Married AU
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đđŻAn Unhinged Yuletide GatheringđŻđ
My darlings! đâ¤ď¸đâ¤ď¸đâ¤ď¸
It's time for a festive unhinged gathering! Arrive in your loveliest ball gowns and with your thottiest thots and feel free to share away! The more, the merrier! I'm thrilled to have every single one of you here. This time, I invite you all to a lavish Scandinavian manor house.
We can watch the snow and the northern lights from the lovely art nouveau observatory of the highest tower. Throughout the evening, the roaring hearths, lush decorations, and golden glow of luxurious interiors will keep us very content. There will be decedant warm beverages aplenty, a scrumptious dinner, and spread after spread of desserts.
The company is, of course, also a mouthwatering collection of our exquisite fictional men.
Jonathan Pine is in a brand new and very smart three piece suit, welcoming you with an incandescent smile as he guides you in. He smells deliciously of expensive cologne and the single festive red rose pinned to his lapel. Before he takes his leave, he holds your hand in both of his and makes some very intense eye contact, saying, "and Miss, if there's anything at all I can do for you, please don't hesitate to find me."
You barely catch your breath as you move further past polished oak doors into the large glimmering ballroom where Loki is lounging on a velvet couch, some elaborate mixed drink balanced in his lovely ivory hand. He charms us all with tale after tale as our cheeks get warm and we take turns feeding him teasing little bites of cake.
Thomas Sharpe stands brooding in his finest tuxedo, desperately waiting for his chance at a waltz with you as you look so lovely this evening.
Eddie...delicous, sweet, snarky Eddie Munson snuck in with the caterers. His big chocolate button eyes scan the crowd of lovely ladies, and he gives a big dimpled grin. With no regard at all for the job he signed up for, he shrugs off the uniform top, smooths out the Iron Maiden shirt beneath it, and swaggers over.
"Welllllll, hello lovely ladies!", he declares as he plops on the couch next to Loki, even daring to cross his legs over the god's lap and steal a sip of his drink. Loki stares at this bushy-haired miscreant with a leathal glare that cracks delightfully into a big euphoric grin. One trickster obviously appreciates the charisma of another.
Adam keeps to himself, playing the most beautiful piece of music on an antique lute. He feels a rare flicker of joy as he anticipates candlelit ghost stories on Christmas night (a sweet revival of a Victorian tradition). The faintest twitch of a smile moves his lips as he thinks of all this...delcious...company he'll have the pleasure of experiencing it with.
Hux sits alone, reading in a quiet parlor. The general's lovely hands stroke his beloved ginger cat, Millicent, as he plays out chess games within his powerful mind. His lovely green eyes flick towards you as he hears your footsteps, and he smiles wickedly. You're the only distraction he allows here, afterall...and what an enjoyable one you are.
Thank you for joining the party, my loves. Who else do you see? What does the evening have in store for us? Have you brought something interesting? Oh, do tell. *wink*
Welcome and happy holidays! đ đ
Peb đ
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#peb's unhinged gathering#holiday edition#lovely mutuals#lovely fanfic friends#sas#eddie munson#adam olla#general hux#loki of asgard#loki fanfic#let's play
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here we go with part III. It's 12k of unhinged feral energy; be advised, this entire project is done solely for my pleasure, I am indulging myself so much with this. I just needed to write will and fletch and had to create this stuff. the angst that it carries (because yes there will be more coming - I am very good very evil) it's the energy I crave please don't come for me and trust the process I'll feed you smut. I am planning shit loads of fluff too but it will be a rollercoaster overall. it is edited but not proofread. enjoy. a/n: hi :) me again back at it. I didn't like the first draft of this so I finally went back in and made it a little extra poly/gay with some more chemistry between kyle and will because I needed it. thank you bye đ
trigger warning/s: angst angst angst, poly relationship dynamics, reference to sex, reference to threesome, shit loads of misunderstandings and miscommunication, swearing, jealousy and mild possessiveness, OFC is unhinged and is her own trigger warning - she can't deal with her healthy relationship and leaps into self destruction, smut!, threesome, unprotected sex (kids, know your sexed! this is not an example is a fanfic use your condoms) daddy and praise kinks, chocking, dirty talk, binding, kyle is very dom and will likes to be called daddy but he is also a sub in here, don't come for me
<- part I | <- Part II prequel part I -> | part II -> | part III -> | part IV -> Masterlist
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The party was proceeding. She couldnât say it was going well, but it was going. The two-dozen people they invited were enjoying themselves at least. They were mostly Markâs friends, which included old colleagues from RevPro and a few other people they got to know in the years they lived in the city, plus a handful of Erika and Kyleâs friends, just for variety. Food and drinks served. Music and chattering filled the room as people gathered and mingled. On the surface, everything seemed good.Â
It did feel like the longest time of her life though.
When Kyle and Mark arrived, she felt able to breathe for the first time. Grateful, mostly for the unaware support their arrival granted her, Erika leaped into her brotherâs arms, clinging onto his solar, happy energy and protection to feel shielded.
Everything was fine, she kept reminding herself.
âI am so happy to see you,â she whispered into Markâs ear as he lifted her up, bear hugging her.Â
âI missed you too, little menace,â he chuckled. âLet me look at yaâ,â Mark handled her like she weighed nothing, lifting her so he could look at her face, âYep, still the same little gremlin.â
Erika hugged him some more, finding refuge into his chest. âYou gotta tell me all about the news from back home,â
âAh, you know, always the usual. Mum misses you so much, she cried a lot. Itâs kinda hard to watch sometimes. Dad on the other side is unaware as usual. He has finished building the shed though!â
âAre you joking!? You mean the shed?âÂ
Mark nodded as a massive smile nested on his lips. âOh, yes, baby. Fucking mental.â
âI knew early retirement would have done him good!â
âGod,â Mark chuckled, âBrace yourself because now he needs a new project.â
âOh, god,â she chuckled with him.Â
Erika knew seeing Mark was everything she needed to feel better. Saying she had missed him wasnât enough. She could already feel herself healing inside. Her pain wasnât disappearing, but there was a light that was shining in her now. Mark was always able to pick her up in a way not even Kyle could. Her brother had always been her biggest support system and best friend. But he was more than that. He saw her growing up. Helped her through her lowest and loved her regardless, even when others had given up on her. He was the part of her family she couldnât bear to live apart.
âListen, listen, Iâve got a good one for you.â Continued Mark, excitement glimmering through his eyes. He was clearly equally happy to see her. âAuntie Janice has a thirty-two-year boyfriend. Which is weird. Iâve met him. Nice bloke. But heâs basically my age so, weird.â
âUgh,â she shivered, trying to shake off the repulsive thought of her aunt in a relationship with a guy half her age. âShe is mental.â
âFirecracker,â Mark chuckled, âOh and Virna got married.â
âVirna? Your high school sweetheart and my babysitter Virna?â
âYes.â
âThe crazy Virna that still tries to hook up with you any time you are back home?â
âThatâs the one!â
âDid you go break her heart?â Erika wondered pocking his cheek only causing Mark to melt in a loud burst of laughter.
âOf course I did, gotta keep up our family tradition of stealing hearts. Fucked her and then her husband-to-be,â Mark smiled all proud and unashamed, only causing her to shake her head.
âAnd you call me a menace, Mr?â
Mark was still laughing wholeheartedly as he put her down, to which point it was Kyleâs turn to pull her into a hug she didnât refuse. She nuzzled into his chest, magnetically attracted to him. Erika inhaled his scent deep into her lungs, wishing she could travel in the future, to when everyone would be gone and she could find soothe in his arms.
âI am sorry for before,â he whispered to her ear before kissing her forehead.Â
Erika shook her head sliding her arms around his waist, looking for contact in a way that was more than habit, by now. It was natural. âDonât be. I am sorry.â
Kyle looked down into her eyes, cupping her face into his palms. His touch was soft and warm. He didnât only pick up her gaze, but her entire spirit too. He studied her features with a gentle smile curling his full lips, âI love you.â He reminded her, âand you look beautiful,â
âThank you, you are not bad eitherâ she melted into a smile looking him up and down, âI love you too.â She then said, popping up on her tippytoes to kiss him.
âEverything ok?â He wondered after, checking the place out.
Erika nodded, lying, pushing all that had happened in the back of her mind. âYes. Why wouldnât it be?â
Kyle answered looking for Will, who was taking his time to welcome Mark with a big hug and heavy pats on the back. âWelcome home, bruv. âWas starting missing you âround here.â
âIâm so back, mate. How the hell are you?â
Erika did her best to ignore their conversation. It was so difficult for her to hate Will when he was so affectionate with her brother. Or with Kyle.
After that, Erika spent most of her time hanging around Mark but would leave anytime Will approached them, granting him the chance to spend time with his best friend. She did the same thing when it was about Kyle, leaving him to have some fun with Mark and Will and just mingling with the rest of their friends.Â
But she should have assumed she wouldnât have been allowed to hide for long.
âWhatâs happening between you and Will?â Wondered suddenly Mark as she went for a refill on her wine. Surprisingly, she hadnât given into the booze. But she did sip on some wine to grant her some liquid courage to survive the evening.
Erika choked and cleared her voice, looking up at her brother. âWhat do you mean?â She tried to play coy, smiling at the catering attendant who served her.
Mark read right through her pretending and whipped a wise smile, taking the piss out of her. âWhat would I ever mean!?â He wondered jokingly, âDo you think I was born yesterday, little one?â
Erika huffed and, taking a sip of her wine, she looked through the room, directly searching for Will. He was chatting to Kyle and a couple of her friends about something. They laughed. Will grabbed Kyle by the nape of the neck and pulled him under his arm, showing him off. They both had such a big smile printed on their faces, glimmering eyes and blushed cheeks. Her heart skipped a beat.
It was so unfair.
I wish l never met you.
Her own terrible words echoed into her mind, making her cringe to the thought of what their reality had become.
She was the extra piece. She was the sore, exposed nerve that didnât work. Will had no problem with either Kyle or Mark and if she dared to explain what was happening between them, she was terrified of the consequences for the trio.
âNothing.â She looked back, shrugging, âWe just didnât see eye to eye on something.â
âAnd for that reason, you arenât talking or sharing the same square meter of space?â
âYep.â
Mark lowered himself to her heigh and studied her features closely. âNah. Donât believe you. What did you disagree about?â
âThe canapĂŠs.â She lied, pulling a kiss-ass smile. Mark read right through her, might as well not even try to make up a good lie.Â
âFuck off,â he chuckled, âI donât believe you for a second.â
Erika pointed at herself and her big glass of white wine. âDo I look like someone who wants to talk about the only person I am avoiding at the party?â
âOh, so you are avoiding him,â Mark looked back at Will, this time his curiosity was undeniable, whereas, for her, she had nothing but melancholy when she looked at him.Â
This time, as if she had called him, Will was looking in their direction. They made eye contact. Erika didnât look back, she challenged him raising her chin. He was going to be the one looking down if he so despised her. Though Will didnât.Â
Mark replied with something else but she wasnât listening anymore.
Time slowed down while she was hooked on Willâs gaze and wasnât able to let go. For only a moment, she thought she had seen the spark of interest in his eyes. But she was sure she was imagining things; it was gone in a heartbeat. Still, he didnât look away either.
He smiled at one of the two girls. She had her hand on his bicep and was laughing at something he had said. Will leaned in, saying something into her ear. His gaze didnât move from Erika's.
She had never been the jealous type. Never once in her life. But she was now.Â
âThat sure looks like nothing, dude,â Mark poked her, thought this time he wasnât amused but puzzled. Erika quickly looked back up at him but he was busy scrutinising Willâs behaviour. âWhatâs going on, Erika?â
âEveryoneâs favourite question,â she smiled sarcastically behind the rim of her glass, taking a sip of wine. âWe argued. End of story. Let it go Mark.â
She should have known Mark wouldnât have let it go, for the life of her. He was only able to fix things. Especially when it involved her. He was the protector, and knowing something was wrong wasnât something he could ignore, ever. But he at least accepted her request momentarily.Â
âWanna do shots and then dig into those mini sausage rolls?â He offered instead.Â
âHell yeah, letâs see if I can still beat you at not making faces as I down straight vodka.â
âYou are on, Iâve trained for this moment,â Mark rubbed his hands together.
âCâmon old man,â she giggled.
It was nice. Pleasant. For a little while, she allowed herself to celebrate her brother without thinking about the rest.Â
They took two shots of vodka each and then proceeded to down countless tiny sausage rolls each, all the while Mark was ready to fill her up with stories from home.Â
Maybe, if the evening had continued that way, she thought sheâd be able to make it, after all. Sounded nice. Not the win she wanted but a win all the same.
âYou should really consider popping back home as soon as your schedule clears,â
âI wish,â she huffed, âIâve got back-to-back events from now to September with AEW, RevPro and Japan. Summer season is always busy.â
âOk,â Mark nodded, âyou do not have to take a month's break like I did. Japan is an awful close home if you want to pop down for a couple of days. Everyone would love to see you.â
She felt slightly uncomfortable with the idea. She loved her family, there were many reasons why she was grateful to them. But she was also a very different person now from the girl she was at nineteen when she left Australia. She didnât like going back because it often reminded her about all the wrong she had done and everything she had messed up and missed because she was a difficult teenager.
Just like he could read her mind, Mark patted her back affectionately, âI know, I am sorry. I had to say it. Mum would love to see you.â
âI know, I know. Itâs just I donât know how to carry myself with pride around there. Here or while I work itâs different. But back home?â
âBack home you are one of the most famous people theyâd know! Your name has been published, and the pictures you take are in magazines and on many companiesâ socials and promos. Thereâs nothing you need to be ashamed of anymore.â
âAh, on that I disagree.â Erika leaned her head on Markâs shoulder, releasing a small huff, âBut you are right. Maybe as soon as Kyle can take a couple of days off too.â
âSure you want to bring him home with you?â
âYeah? Why?â She suspiciously looked up at her brother, âTheyâve known and loved Kyle for ages! What do you know I donât?â
âYeah, yeah,â he tapped his fingers on his chin. âAlthough mum wants grandchildren so expect the conversation from her.â
Erika chuckled and threw a soft punch at his shoulder, shaking her head. âYou are unbelievable! Why do I have to have this conversation? Iâm only a little girl! Look at you, thirty-two, strong, handsome famous and still a scoundrel.â
âWhich is why the pressure is on you. You and Kyle have been together what? Five years now?â
âAnd we love our childless life, thank you.â
Mark raised his hands in the air, trying his best to appear as innocent as possible. âHey, I am just the messenger. Talk to your mother. When she started this conversation with me, I yanked out of that place as fast as I could.â
âFuck me,â she chuckled, pinching the bridge of her nose, âthat woman never changes.âÂ
She hadnât felt as light-hearted in a long time. Mark brought peace to her even then when she thought she was going to drown. Which was the main reason why, when they got interrupted, she wasnât all that happy. She wished she could have just spent the rest of the event chatting with her brother, but she was aware that it would have been selfish and defeated the purpose of a social event.
Erika had felt her friendâs attention even before she said anything to her and immediately turned to her, pushing out a forced smile. The fact that she was the one who was standing a little too close to Will some time ago didnât have anything to do with her sudden change of mood, of course.
âHey bestie,â Bethâs smile was wide and full of promises and expectations. Her cheeks were blushed, she looked like she just come from a day at the beach. She was a pretty girl, talented too, they had met at the gym some months ago and took the habit of going out for a meal every now and then when Erika was back in London. Erika had always liked her enough, up to that very moment. âHey Mark,â Beth chirped, âgood to see you, how was Australia?â
âGood, thank you, but I am glad to be back.â Markâs attention slid back on Erika, âIâll leave you to it,â he said leaning to kiss her forehead fondly, âJust see not to cause trouble.â
âIâll do my best,â when he slipped away, Erika turned to Beth doing everything in her power to appear as friendly as possible.Â
She wasnât even mad at her. She couldnât be. She understood. Will attracted people, he had a talent like that, once you were in his orbit you couldnât get out, he was a true star. If anything, she was even more upset at him because he had so much power over her to make her childish and jealous.
âHey,â Erika pushed her thought in the back of her mind, âyou ok?â
âYes, thank you. Just wanted to say this is such a nice party, you always manage to get the best atmosphere!â
âThanks, I think the people we invite are the ones who are the best at that,âÂ
âAmen,â Beth chuckled. âSo, uh, this is a little embarrassing but I have a very quick question for you.â
âShoot,â Erika nodded.Â
âSo, you know how I just recently got back being single, yeah?â Erika was already rolling her eyes before Beth could finish her sentence. âAnd I mean, he looks like a very good saddle to hop back on,â Beth giggled, looking back at Will.Â
Erika bit her tongue.
She didnât want to be mean. She had no right to be. Not one bit. But at the same time, there was a prime need taking over her that made her wish she could tackle the girl and slam her right through the little coffee table by their side. But then again, Erika put herself back into perspective and found herself being more aggressively angry at Will than anything else. He had no right to destabilising her that much and then just leave here there able to do nothing but just look at him from afar.Â
It wasnât Beth's fault, again, she understood. She was the first who fell into Willâs charm. And still, even when she had all the tools to make the right, thought-through decision, Erika still opted for confrontation.Â
âSo?â
âWell, heâs your friend, right?â
âHe is. And if you expect me to put a good word in for you, you are a bit out of the way after you called him a saddle to ride.âÂ
Beth frowned, âI was obviously joking.â Erika knew that was bullshit. Beth paused and took a sip of her wine, immediately forgetting any reason to possibly be upset, âAnyways, is he single?â
Even though she didnât want to, Erika felt obliged to tell the truth. She had no right even thinking she could do otherwise. âYes.â
Beth purred, âGreat,âÂ
âI mean, are you going to make a move on him?â Erika wondered damning herself for caring.
âI think he might. It looked like he was flirting earlier. God, I hope so,â Beth sighed, clearly getting lost in a fantasy. They both looked back at Will, âhe looks so pretty and dumb, and at the same time like someone who would unapologetically fuck you stupid.â
Erika wondered when it happened that Beth thought she had all that freedom with her. Maybe she thought that because they were both girls and Erika was in a stable relationship with someone like Kyle then she was free to say the worse and still have her support. How wrong she was.
However, before Erika could say anything, she got lost watching Will interact with Kyle and Mark, and she forgot all about the problem at hand. They were talking to each other all holding a bottle of beer. Kyle was the tallest and stood in the middle of the group as his gaze hopped from one to the other of his friends standing at his sides. The seriousness of their faces only made her crave to know what had just been said.Â
Mark raised a hand, explaining something and Will disagreed, shaking his head, so Kyle moved and brushed a hand on Willâs chest, trying to reassure the Brit.Â
Erika frowned. What were they saying? She wished she could be a lip reader.
Will gaze traced back to her and caught her watching him. Again, she raised her chin up. He looked crossed, like he was ready to have a confrontation, thought she would bet money she had a bigger pride than his. If he had a problem with her looking at him, he could have just left her house.
Kyle and Mark too looked back at her. Mark kept being puzzled, he was studying the situation more than anything, trying to get an idea of what was happening, all the while Kyle just seemed defeated.Â
Will said something that prompted Kyle to take his arm, calling his attention back to him. They exchanged a few words, and by then Erika could only see the intensity of Kyleâs gaze pouring right into Willâs. Kyle placed a hand on Willâs chest and the other on his face, still looking at him, talking and nodding. It seemed like he was trying to reassure him.
Erika damned herself. And damned Will.Â
Everything could have been easy. No one needed to get hurt if only he hadnât decided to go and be an asshole. And now, hell, how did it get to be that bad?
She didnât even care about herself and her own disappointment and broken heart. She knew she could suffer and handle it. Kinda. But Kyle? She would have ripped her own arms off before letting anything happen to him. And she knew that sooner or later whatever was corroding her from the inside, splitting her and Will up, would have surfaced and impacted Kyle too.Â
It was only a matter of time.Â
If she kept lying and not talking to him, he would have only got hurt worse by her own hand. And for what? For her to try and prioritize his friendship with Will and protect the Brit!? But her alternative was much worse. She couldnât, for the life of her, even think about the possibility of giving him any reason to lose trust in his dearest friend.
Kyle had only one family and it was her and the two men standing by him. He was too precious to be let down in any way by any of them.
Beth was still blubbering about Will, but Erika wasnât listening anymore by then.
Erika cleared her voice, trying to put her thoughts in order. She crossed her arms, trying to find a way to feel secure when the floor underneath her feet seemed to suddenly disappear. Erika downed her wine, having an interior battle about how wise it would have been to go and get herself another glass. She was already feeling the effects of the booze warming her nerves and slightly slowing up her thought process. Was she really considering drinking more?
Yes. Maybe the answer was getting blackout drunk.
âSorry,â Erika murmured, stepping back and away from Beth, âIâll be back.â That being said, she turned over and left her empty wine glass on the kitchen countertop on her way to the door.
She needed to get out of there. She needed some fresh air. To clear her head.
Erika patiently waited at the till as her order was being processed. On the counter, already stuck in an anonymous white plastic bag, there was a bottle of whiskey she didnât need and a snickers bar. Although her attention wasnât on those items, she yarned at the tobacco and cigarettes dispenser behind the cashier.
Never like that evening, she had craved a cigarette since she quit smoking and yet that was the sole reason why she entered into the off-licence corner shop. She won on her craving though, opting for booze and chocolate.Â
She didnât even want the whiskey. She only bought it to pretend to have an excuse to leave the party.Â
âThere we go Miss Erika,â the cashier politely smiled, offering her a plastic bag of goodies. He was a sweet, little man just over middle age. She liked him and it sure wasnât the first time she or Kyle ran to the corner shop for emergency supplies like booze, snacks, ice cream or cigarettes, when she used to smoke. âYou look very pretty tonight, Miss.â
âThank you, Mr Salim,â Erika smiled politely. She appreciated the compliment, but she also felt slightly uncomfortable. She did look completely out of place in her outfit there. But outside on the street, the air was too chilli for how short her dress was or how much of her skin it revealed.
âYou are going to have to invite me to one of your parties one of these days,â
âI will when you decide to take a vacation day!â
âOh,â he chuckled softly, shaking his head, âthen, whoâs gonna look after my shop?â
Erika picked up her bag, offering the man a small smile. âThen no party for you, Mr Salim.â
He chuckled some more and then shook a finger at her. âDonât have too much fun, Miss. And give my best to Mr Kyle,â
âI will. Donât work too hard Mr Salim, have a good night,â she said as she left.
The time she had spent outside her apartment wasnât remotely enough for her to feel any better. But she had run out of ideas. She wasnât ready to go back though, but her options were slim. She could have walked up and down the street a couple of times, freezing to death and looking like she just left a club too drunk to realise she wasnât wearing a coat. Or, she could have gone back into her building complex and waited patiently on the stairs for some time to go buy. Having her sneakers.Â
âErika!â
She gasped and turned over, startled. Her heart missed a beat, as she looked in the direction the voice came from. She recognised him immediately and wished to be strong enough not to react to him, and yet, she wasnât.Â
âJesus,â Will bent catching his breath, stopping a moment, before approaching her. He looked concerned. âWhere did you go!? We got worried.â
âI-â Erika vaguely pointed at the corner shop, rattling the bag in her hand, as if that could be explanation enough. Then she sent him an inquisitive look. âDid you follow me?â
âWell, yes. You just walked out.â
Erika looked up into his eyes, confronting him. âI thought you were damning the day you met me. Funny that you also run after me.â
âI needed to talk to you.â
âWell?â She wondered opening her arms, âIâm right here, go on then. Bet this one canât be any better than anything you had to say before.â
Will hesitated. He looked at her for a long second, studying her face and the longer he looked, the more puzzled his expression became. âWhy are you this mad at me?â He wondered, dropping whatever reason he seemed to have to confront her. His tone was now just sad and soft. âWhat did I ever do to you to deserve what you are doing?â
Erika scoffed in his face, shaking her head. âWhat the fuck?â She was smiling dangerously, hovering so close to losing every drop of patience and maturity she had in her, âWhat am I doing? Letâs hear it.â She didnât drop anything and went under him as if she was ready to physically take him on. âThis better be good Ospreay. Enlighten me.â
âWhat did you say to your brother?â Will too was quick to heat back up. âFor a start.â
âNothing. What the fuck are you talking about!?â
âWhy do I have to justify anything to Mark?â Will pressed on.Â
âHeâs my brother. I tell him whatever the fuck I want.â
âI have done nothing wrong.â Will plead. âIf you dare to put Mark or Kyle against me on a whim of yours, then,â
âThen what, Will?â She snapped, âAre you threatening me?â
He seemed more confused than her. As if her words just made him realise what kind of boundaries he was breaking, Will took a step back, rubbing his hands on his face. âFuckâs sake,â he murmured, âJust-â when he turned back to her, he looked desperate. His hurt hit her right in the stomach. âDonât do this. Donât put them against me. Mark is like a brother. And Kyle-â he chocked, âI love Kyle, you know that.â
He was hurting. She shouldnât have cared. After everything, she should have ignored him or worse, she should have kept being enraged by his behaviour. And yet, something in her gut stopped her. It was impossible to her the idea of willingly hurting him.Â
âWill,â she whispered, hesitating a second before taking a step closer to him. âI would never do that. Donât you think I know what you guys mean to each other?
âYou tell me,â
âDonât you know me?â
âI donât know what I know anymore,â
His words hit her deeper than she expected and showed on her face. Her eyes mirrored her pain as she looked right into him, unable to hide it any longer.Â
âWhy?â She wondered, her voice trembling, âwhat changed?â
âWhat do you mean what changed?â His gaze hardened.
Erika was on the verge of tears by then and she had decided she wasnât going to hide anymore. Fuck it. Fuck him. Fuck her pride.Â
âWhy did you have sex with me and Kyle if you had to go and make it so awkward after?â
It was like she spoke another language. Will looked at her like she had just stubbed him right in the heart. âI donât know. At this point, I donât know why I did it.â
Equally, he hit her right back.Â
She felt her chest squeeze, constricted by the freezing cold disappointment of realising she had been mistaken all along. There was no saving anything. No fixing.
âDo you regret it?â She wondered, turning away and catching a tear as soon as she started crying as if that was enough to hide away from him. She didnât even care to appear pathetic anymore.
âI think I do,â he admitted.
âSo, thatâs it.â Erika looked up at him, tears streaming down her face. She let him see her and ignored how hesitation and doubt kicked in him. âDonât worry,â she waved her hand, taking a step back, âI was wrong. I made a mistake. I wonât say anything to Mark or Kyle about this.â
It was over.
Now she had to find a way to keep that little amount of pride she had left up high and do everything in her power to find a way to not ruin her relationship with Kyle trying to protect him.
Before she could slip away, Will grabbed her by her shoulders and made her look at him. âDo you know why I regret it?â
She tried to escape him, âPlease, Will, I said Iâm done. Iâll leave you alone. Why do you have to be so cruel?â
Instead of letting her go, he cupped her face, making her look directly at him.Â
Erika wished not to with every inch of her being but his touch was warm and she melted into it.Â
âIâm going mad. Why are you crying like this?â
âBecause you are a damn bastard,â she didnât yell, she didnât fight anymore, âYou never noticed how much I liked you before? Do you think Iâd invite any random guy to share a bed with me and Kyle?â She shook her head, âThis is entirely on me, I understand my mistake. And I am not even upset about hooking up. I am upset because you just shut me out after. I understand why Kyle is more important to you, but seeing how nothing changed between you two and how everything changed with me-â
âYou left.â Will simply said. âThat morning, you left. I felt awkward with Kyle too as we woke up. I wasnât sure what I was supposed to say or do. I wasnât even sure if I could look at him. We had always been close but clearly never that close. It was a new circumstance for the both of us and you werenât there,â he cleared his voice, his cheeks blushing, âbut itâs pretty easy to sort out stuff between boys.â
âYou think I left you!?â Erika paused, looking into his eyes. Something clicked in her mind and she felt like the ground had opened underneath her feet. Now everything that had happened, everything that had been said, suddenly assumed a different light.Â
âI assumed,â
âYou fucking dumb son of a bitch,â Erika punched his chest with no real intention of hurting him, âYou assumed wrong. I thought you left me! I only went for a run because I woke up buzzing with energy and didnât know where to put it. I felt awkward and scared and I needed time to think.â
âThink about what?â
âWhy it meant so much to be with you, for one. And what it could possibly mean for me and Kyle. It doesnât happen every fucking day I fuck two guys.â
âI-â Will choked through his words, still looking at her like she spoke another language. âIt doesnât make any fucking sense. Why wouldnât Kyle say anything?â
âKyle didnât know!â She gave Will another push but she was ready to fight him if he tried to get away from her, âI havenât spoken to Kyle in a week. I couldnât. Anytime he asked questions Iâd shush him and fuck him. I knew that if I had told him how I was hurt heâd be crossed at you. I thought it was better this way.â
âWhy you didnât try to reach out?â
âWhy didnât you?â Erikaâs words seemed to bring him some sense, to which point she nodded, âCan you blame me?â
âNo.â
âAnd then tonight,â she started, shaking her head, âI thought Iâd use the occasion to understand what the fuck happened but we just kept saying more horrible things to each other.â
âI hated to see how happy you looked like nothing mattered. Doing your thing in your little party with all your little friends,â Will bent his lips.
âYou were my exact mirror. It looked like you didnât care,â
âGod,â Will pulled her to his chest in a hug she didnât refuse. Maybe she should have fought a little longer, only to make him understand how much he hurt her, but she couldnât, she was too tired for that and feeling his welcoming chest under her head, and his warmth surrounding her, was everything she needed.
Her pain was gone. She was still shaken and her pride was still bruised in a way she wasnât sure she could fix because she now felt like the most stupid person in the world who created a problem and basked in her own grave after she dug it happily. But her chest was free.Â
Erika slid an arm around Willâs waist, holding him solidly and pressed her face into his shoulder, letting him hold her tight. He pushed a hand into her hair, cradling her softly. âI am so sorry. I didnât mean anything by what Iâve said. I didnât mean it.â
âI mean it when I say you are a dumb son of a bitch,â she sniffled, looking up at him. She pulled a timid smile, while drying her tears off her face, hoping her make up wasnât completely ruined.Â
There was a small pause and then Will finally smiled, chuckling at her words. To her, it looked like seeing the sun shining bright in the sky after a long, long time of bad weather.Â
âI am an idiot.â
âYes,â she agreed.
Will cupped her face in his hands, taking a moment to enjoy feeling her in his grasp, his smile softened. âCan I kiss you? Please?â
âYou better, Billy Goat, or I wonât speak to you ever again.â
He didnât even let her finish her sentence before he pulled her into a kiss. At first, he only pressed his lips on hers, still slightly uncertain, but as soon as Erika slid her hand up his chest and around his neck, he warmed up completely, closing her in between his arms and deepening their kiss.
Erika purred when their tongues crossed and pushed her hand into his hair, feeling the need to cross her fingers into his curls.
âNever again,â Erika whispered against his lips, âyou do not keep secrets from me. When something is wrong, you must talk about it.â
He nodded, pecking at her lips. âYes, maâam. I think you need to talk to Kyle now.â
âYes,â she released a sad huff, âI feel so sorry. I didnât mean to shut him out. Neither of you.â
âHeâll understand. Heâs Kyle.â Will pulled a confident smile Erika couldnât keep herself from kissing.Â
âWill you stay tonight?âÂ
âIf you want me to.â
âPlease,â she pulled him into another heated kiss. Only the thought of having both him and Kyle to herself was enough to make her brain stop working completely.
Will let go of her only to press his forehead on hers, inhaling a deep, peaceful breath.Â
âWhatâs in the bag?â He wondered sliding his hand over her arm and hooking his fingers onto the plastic bag.
âJust a snicker bar and some whiskey. I needed an excuse to leave. And I needed an excuse not to get a packet of cigarettes.â
Will took the bag off her hold as if it was something that weighed too much for her and then slid a heavy arm around her shoulders, pulling her under his side, and rubbing his hand over her. âLetâs get you inside.â Will softly kissed her temple.
âOkay,â Erika smiled, leaning against him and resting her hand on his chest, unable to let go.Â
They rode the elevator in silence, just hugging, enjoying that moment of peace and then walked hand in hand back to the flat, although Erika stopped him a moment before he could go back in.Â
She giggled as she pushed him against the wall.Â
âSomeone could see us,â he whispered not at all refusing her.
Erika tapped her fingers on his chest, tracing them up his neck and chin. âI donât care.â She whispered pulling him into a kiss. âDid you know you made a conquest at the party?â
âDid I?â Will closed his arms around her waist, pulling her against him, widening his strong thighs so she could stand in between his legs.
âMh,â she did to kiss him and then moved away last minute, making him want it. âMy friend Beth said you have the look of a pretty, dumb guy whoâd fuck you stupid.â
âWell,â he chuckled, âshe isnât wrong.â
Erika pulled him by the chin, brushing her lips against his. Tasting his breath on her tongue made her stomach vibrate and melt into a warm feeling that slid down into her abdomen. âIâve never been so jealous in my life.â She teased. âI wanted to put her through a table.â
âI would have paid money to see that.â Will switched position, pushing her against the wall, trapping her lips into a kiss and pressing his body against hers. âWhy are you telling me this?â
âJust saying,â she smiled, âthatâs the expectation around here.â
âYours?â Erika purred, answering to him with another kiss. Will smiled against her lips, nodding. âNoted.â He then pushed his face into her neck, assaulting her sensitive skin. âI could start now,â Will rested the plastic bag on the floor and then his hands ran quickly to her naked legs, reaching for the helm of her dress, âwould you like that, love?â
His coarse voice vibrated low right through her skin sending a shiver down her spine. It was inebriating. They had been together only once and yet she had missed him like it had been a lifetime.
Erika stretched and bent underneath him, her hands trailing across his chest and shoulders, avidly feeling the edge of his muscles under her palms. She was eager to feel him move under her touch, craving to have him naked only so she could watch him move for her. She bit her lips shut, trying her hardest to suffocate a whimper, already struggling to keep quiet and he was barely stroking her legs.Â
âThis,â Will pointed out as his fingers followed the edge of her dress, âis a very tiny dress, love,â he pressed his smile just under her chin. âIt was so hard being around you all night, it was.â Just like he had a point to make, Willâs hands traced up her body, following the edges of her dress cutting a low neckline across her stomach. He toyed with the thin golden chains that kept it together. âwanted me and Kyle to become madmen, didnât you?â he teased looking down at her.
âI wore it for you,â she looked at him only pretending to be all innocent, biting her lower lip.Â
âYou are such a cheeky little tease, you are,â Will leaned in for a kiss.Â
She would have lied if she said she cared in the slightest about being in her very public floor corridor, where everyone could walk by and see she was unashamedly making out with someone who wasnât her boyfriend. But, besides her pressing desire to forget everything about their misunderstanding and just get lost in Willâs arms, Erika still pressed a hand on his chest.Â
She huffed, trying to get a hold of her thoughts. âHold on,â she pushed in the middle of his chest with more conviction, not because she didnât think that he would stop at her words, but because she needed something to hold onto. And she needed air. She couldnât think straight when her senses where so overwhelmed by him. âWe need to talk to Kyle.â
Willâs gaze was soft as he crossed her face. He leaned his head to the side and raised a hand to her jaw, tracing it to her chin. âYes.â
Erika raised her chin, looking at him right in the eye. âI know we have lots more to talk about to understand what this thing is,â she pointed between them, âbut I do not want only sex from you.â She felt her cheeks blush and her heart pitter-patter in her chest as emotions flew across her. She wasnât the shy type, never was. And hell, if she would have let misunderstanding get in the way of her and her happiness again. âJust so we are clear.â
âNo?â Will pecked her lips softly, not hiding a big dumb smile curling on his lips. âAnd what is it that youâd like? Tell me, love.â
âI mean, donât get me wrong, I still want you to fuck me stupid.â
âFair enough,â he chuckled.
âBut I think Iâd like to try and date you.â
âI am pretty sure I can clear my schedule a little and find some space to take you out.â
Erika nodded, pulling a timid smile. âDo you think Kyle will be on board?â
âConsidering heâd jump off a building for you and the fact that you Australians are fucking mental, I think itâs safe to say he would. Plus,âÂ
The way Will blushed and his eyes trailed off, as he shied away, made her attention pop. A big, teasing smile grew on her lips as Erika poked his chest. âWhat was that? What arenât you telling me, Ospreay?â
âI mean,â he was still avoiding eye contact, hiding behind his stupid smile that made her go insane, âI think I wonât have a problem dating either of you.â
âWhat are you saying?â She wondered feeling his words sliding right through her and into her stomach, making her feel warm and comforted. She did understand what he meant already but wanted so badly to hear it coming from him.
âI mean, you know, Kyle is very special to me.â
âIs he?â She purred.
âHeâs very talented, very kind and very beautiful,â Will pointed out, âWhy would I have a problem with that?â
âAre you saying you have a crush on my boyfriend?â She smiled proudly, somehow feeling that information weight right in her belly, making her tremble under her own skin.Â
There was something forbidden and tremendously beautiful to the idea that not only Will and Kyle liked her but they could also like each other. She was shaken by the need ok knowing, of seeing it happen.Â
She had known them both a very long time and witnessed years of flirting, but always assumed it was innocent playing around. She would lie if she said she never fantasised about it. Actually, that was at the very core of her threesome fantasies, honestly, but never before she had found a reason to bring it up. Erika settled thinking that was just how things were between them. They all did it with each other. And both Kyle and Will had the same behaviour with Mark. But now she was starting to wonder if something may have been different all along.
âMaybe I do,â Will proceeded, glimmering eyes and rose cheeks popping up under his smile. He tapped his index softly on the tip of her nose, âbut you sure are nosy, arenât you?â
âI am not!â She chuckled, âBut I am intrigued.â
âAh, yeah?â He wondered leaning in for a kiss, âYou like the idea that I might like your boy, uh?â he brushed his lips against hers, âdoes it turn you on, love?â
âGod,â Erika exhaled, nodding even before words could come out. She felt her throat seal shut and needed desperately a breath of fresh air just to clear her head because what she was picturing in her thoughts wasnât only improper, but extremely out of place considering they were supposed to be locked in a room full of people for the rest of the evening.Â
Will puffed up his chest with pride and smiled. âYou are so very bad, you are.â
Erika pulled him into another kiss with a smile on her lips and then forced herself to push him off herself with a chuckle. She wasnât ready to go back to the party just yet, and especially when she couldnât be all over him and her boyfriend, but the voice of reason reminded her they both had been gone a while.
âCâmon handsome, letâs go back before theyâll send a search squad.âÂ
Will nodded, âAs you wish, love.â
As soon as they went through the door, most eyes moved on them. Most were puzzled as the flow of the party slowed. Erika wasnât bothered by anyone elseâs reaction; her attention was only for one person.
She smiled as soon as she made eye contact with Kyle, who looked over to them from the other side of the room, easily peeking above everyone elseâs head. He was quick to assert the situation, studying her and Will and then a soft, large smile popped on his lips too as he deduced everything that needed to be said by their respective body language.
Before she could go to him, Erika slipped by the catering people, leaving her miserable bag of excuses on the open kitchen counter. âDonât worry about this one, ok?â She instructed the girl standing the closest to her, who nodded willingly. âThank you. You are smashing it,â she then added, showing her appreciation for their job. More would have come into the fat tip they would have left them at the end of the evening.Â
The girl pulled a large smile nodding gratefully. âThank you, maâam, glad you are enjoying it.â
As Erika turned, she found Will waiting for her. She wished she could have better control over herself, but she still blushed under his eyes, unable to hide her interest. She brushed her hand on his abdomen as she passed him over. âYou should mingle, now.â
âOr I could just look at you,â he whispered softly to her ear, âand think about all the things I will do to you once weâll be alone.â
Erika was crossed by a shiver. âI hate you so much, Billy.â
âNo, you donât.â
She shook her head and had to gather all her strength and control to slip off him. It didnât matter what she did, he had planted a seed into her mind and now she wasnât able to think about anything else but what he had said. Her stomach was already trembling in anticipation. God, she was ready to kick everyone out, even her own brother, just to be able to have the rest of the night with him and Kyle already.
Erika managed to leave Will and cross the room, reaching for Kyleâs side. He was talking to a couple of the guys he and Mark met training. As soon as she was close, Kyle pulled her under his arm, dragging her naturally to his side, not losing the flow of his conversation.Â
âHey,â she greeted them wrapping her arms around Kyleâs waist.
She didnât care too much about their conversation, it was loads of opinions about wrestling technicalities and she didnât have the focus to get into it.
âCan I talk to you for a minute?â She wondered popping her chin on his chest, looking up at him.
âOf course,â Kyle kissed her forehead and then looked over to the other two, âSorry boys, Iâll get back to you.â
Erika grabbed his hand and pulled him with her to the bedroom, seeking some privacy. As they crossed the room, she briefly looked back finding Will sitting with Mark on the sofa, they were clearly having a lively conversation with some other people. When she noticed that Beth was standing there between everyone, listening to whatever Will was saying with interest. Erika couldnât help herself from whipping out a victorious smile. She was maybe being extremely childish, but knowing what the other girl wanted was ultimately hers fed right into her pride.
Erika found soothe into shutting everyone else behind her back, as she closed the door. The bedroom was nice and quiet, bringing her to release a relieved huff. âGod, I feel like this party is going on forever.â
âDo you?â Kyleâs propped her chin up just so he could lean in for a kiss.
Erika immediately melted in his hold. Her hands raced up his arms and around his shoulders, as she took a long moment to enjoy being in his arms. As soon as their tongues crossed, Erika was crossed by another, powerful, hot shiver sliding down her spine and nesting into her abdomen, making her tremble. Kyleâs arms caged her. His hands slid on her body, feeling her curves.
âYou,â she started, breaking her kiss, trying to catch her breath, âneed to stop right now,â
âOr what, baby?â He backed her up against the wall, a confident smile printed on his lips and laser-focused eyes glimmering at her like the ones of a hungry wolf.Â
Erika tried to keep her hands planted in the centre of his chest, keeping him steady, but she wasnât truly fighting him off as Kyle leaned in looking for her lips again.
âWe have guests,â she panted, trying to maintain some sense, unsure what strength was driving her, especially after she had been turned on so much by Will just a moment ago. âWe canât just disappear,â
âI am sure everyone who noticed we slipped away is thinking we are fucking.âÂ
Erika chuckled, sliding her hands through Kyleâs hair as he traced the line of her jaw. âBelieve it or not I didnât drag you here for a quickie.â
âNo?â He sounded genuinely sad about it, âThat is not very nice, babe.â
âPretty please? I need to tell you something and itâs really hard for me to focus when you are all over me.â
âSeems I am still not doing a good job at it,â
âShut up Fletcher,â she playfully pushed him off her, shaking her head. âWhen everyone is gone, and especially my brother. You can toy with me as you please.â
âIâll keep you up on that.â Kyle looked down at her offering a cheeky smile. Then, he backed off, going and sitting on the edge of the bed. âSo,â he started looking at her with interest, âyou and Will made up?â
âAbout that,â she started stepping closer, âyes, we did. But before we talk about that I need to apologise.â
âFor what, baby?â Kyle pulled her closer to him, making her stand in between his long legs. When he was sat, they were almost the same hight.
Erika rested her arms on his shoulders and tenderly stroked his hair, offering a small, soft but ashamed smile. âI didnât mean to keep you out.â
âYou never have to apologise to me.â
âNo,â she pressed on, âI do. Please, be mad at me for once,â
âYou want me to be mad?â
âNo, I mean, take my apologise like you were.â
âOk,â Kyle paused to process her words, âso tell me, now,â he looked up into her eyes, âtell me what it is you didnât tell me all week.â
âI didnât want to be an inconvenience. I didnât want my problem to taint your relationship with Will. So, I couldnât tell you how hurt I was when I found out he just left that morning and then didnât reach out to me. I realise that if I had said something to you, this situation would have been easily resolved, but I didnât, so I managed to convince myself Will was ignoring me just as much as he convinced himself about the same thing,â
âFirst, you will never be an inconvenience to me. Second, you convinced me too. I knew something was off, but because you didnât say a word about Will, I understood it the other way around.â
âLike?â
âLike you wanted to forget that night. Which is why I didnât bring it up ever again. Until today. I started to suspect I misunderstood just today.â
âI am sorry,â Erika shook her head, âI feel so stupid. This could have ended so badly.â Her breath was suddenly shaken as she looked away. âI know how much Will means to you and I couldnât bear to be the sore nerve in the middle of your beautiful relationship so,â
Before she could continue, Kyle pulled her into a kiss, silencing her. âDonât say it,â he whispered, âdo not say what you almost did. Which, by the way, I wouldnât let you do. I would never let you leave me. Not like this. Not until I am certain thatâd be the only way to make you happy. But not like this.â
âSee? You would have fought.â
âHell yeah,â
âWhy would you fight for me when I thought about leaving you,â Erika paused again, âI am so sorry.â
âErika, baby,â Kyle made her look at him, âYou arenât thinking of leaving me because you are selfish or mean. I can see that everything you did, even if it may have been a degree wrong, you did it to protect my interest to the best of your abilities.â Kyle slid his hands around her face, stroking her cheeks. âI appreciate you. I love you. But donât ever think Iâd be happier without you.â
âI promise I wonât keep anything from you,â Erika pushed a hand on his chest, just above where his heart was, âNo more secrets.â
âThat would be wise,â Kyle chuckled. His smile was as fresh as the breeze, making her feel reassured, âEspecially since I seem to be the voice of reason around here.â
âThen, coming to the most pressing matter.â Erika started, looking down again. Her cheeks were slowly blushing, âI want to date Will.â
âAre you leaving me for Billy Goat!?â Kyle placed a hand on his chest, pretending to look shocked. âI knew he was bad business,â
âCâmon, mate,â Erika gave him a playful push, âbe serious you idiot,â
âRight,â Kyle nodded, âAm I invited to join this dating party? Or is it an exclusive?â
âNo. I mean yeah, yes you are invited. I mean, you must be there.â Erika cleared her voice, just saying it out loud brought images into her mind making her thoughts all foggy and her stomach twist. âI would like to welcome Will in the couple, thatâs it. Because I like him. Iâve been liking him a while,â she talked fast as if pushing out the words as quickly as possible could somehow hide her from Kyleâs reaction.
âYeah, I know that babe,â
âSo, what do you think?â
She didnât even think about the possibility of his refusal. What if he was only interested in a one-night stand and didnât care to indulge her? What if he didnât like the idea of sharing all of that with Will?
Kyle shrugged, âI mean I am down for it. What did Will say?â
âHeâs totally smitten by you. Called you beautiful, quoting.â
âI mean, I am beautiful, but thatâs beside the point.â
Erika chuckled, âYou are such a dumb prick sometimes,â
Kyle still blushed, even though he had just been cocky, âIâd like that. I mean itâs not a secret how much I feel for Will so,â
âYeah, but thereâs a difference between close friendship and romance,â
âIs there?â Kyle wondered, âOr maybe I just never openly admitted that I like him and thatâs why we are so close. I mean, not that I have thought about it enough to put a label on it, but I wouldnât oppose having him around more often. Equally, I have no problem getting on with the both of you.â
âOh,â Erika chuckled, nodding, âthat I know.âÂ
In her belly, Erika felt a warm feeling distending and sliding across her body, under her skin, lulling her into a new relaxed state. It wasnât only finding relief after days of intense, nerve-wracking anxiety and dreadful sadness, it was also joy, deep and pure.Â
She hadnât planned anything to go the way it went in the past few days and certainly, she wasnât expecting it to end up like a bloody fairytale happy ending. She had convinced herself of the opposite. But now she couldnât think about anything but being grateful.Â
If only she had known earlier that things would have turned out that way.
She then pulled him into a hug, pushing her face into the crook of his neck. Erika cradled him gently, assimilating the consistency of his solid body in her arms. âWhatever, you know? I love you.â
âI love you too, always.âÂ
Erika was completely taken by pleasure. She felt like she was floating. Her body didnât feel hers anymore. She didnât have weight or consistency. No thoughts, only emotions. She was only her pleasure, wrapped and moulded under heavy bodies, hot hands and hungry mouths.
Kyle kept her solidly pressed against his chest. He had one hand wrapped around her throat as his other arm twisted around her waist, just so he could have easy access to her clit, only intensifying her pleasure as she took both of them in. She was riding Willâs cock, as Kyle fucked her ass.Â
âYou are doing so good, pet,â he lulled at her ear.Â
They were taking it extremely slow now, especially for the standards they were getting her used to, but it wasnât certainly the pace of their night. The boys had been relentless and merciless, making her come countless times already and still keeping her pleasure rolling.
Erika thought she could snap and go insane. She had never cried because of pleasure before. She had heard of the event. Maybe even see it when watching dirty, hardcore porno but never experienced it herself. Up to tonight.
The first-time tears had started streaming down her face, both Will and Kyle froze, thinking they were hurting her somehow, only making her go more feral. Erika had to threaten them not to stop, ever. Unless she told them so. And they hadnât ever since.
She had never experienced anything like what she was feeling that night. Not even the first time they were together the pleasure was quite so high. But that night was somehow hotter, and dirtier, the things they did and said to each other were more prohibited and inebriating. And none of the trio seemed to have enough of the other two.
Erika whimpered, too exhausted even to moan louder. Erika sat down on Willâs cock, slowly, accompanied by Kyleâs hand guiding her movements as the Aussie proceeded to slide back into her. It was like a synchronised dance between them, supposed to cyclically fill her up as much as possible. She had begged for it but could never be ready for the real feeling. She had experience with anal and even double penetration, as she and Kyle liked to play with toys, but her toys werenât as big as both those boys fucking her. She felt like she was getting split in two, and loved every second of it.Â
Their skin was a sticky mess of sweat, bodily fluids and lube.Â
âFeels good, doesnât it?â Kyleâs pure satisfaction vibrated through his voice, making her purr.
Words escaped her mind just as easily as thoughts did, she was abandoned in between their arms, body and soul, Erika only managed to slowly nod at him.
She felt Kyle's sharp smile pressed on her shoulder as he looked down at Will and invited her to a holt. In her stillness, Erika took a second to catch her breath, relaxing her lower abdomen and adjusting to both men's sizes.Â
She wasnât at all mad at Kyleâs chosen pace. It gave her a chance to catch her breath â as much as still being fucked and held by the throat, hands tied behind her back could do. But she knew that Kyleâs slow torture wasnât targeted at her, for once. She knew the Aussie's bright eyes were pointed at Will just as much as she was aware his sharp, challenging smile was for the Brit too, as Kyle had taken control over the both of them.Â
And she was in with Kyleâs game. Hearing Will whimpering underneath her, begging for pleasure, made her go insane.
He too had his hands bound. He was trapped by handcuffs locked to the bed board and she loved to see how he moved and stretched underneath her. His muscles twitching and contracting. His big arms looked so good bent above his head.Â
She had taken a mental note of how much she liked it and thought next time she would have tied down both boys, planning to take her time to play with both.
However, that wasnât quite the only thing that sent her completely feral. The desperate insanity of her attraction to the two men she was sharing the bed with pivoted when Kyle silenced Will, staffing her panties into his mouth and gagging him.
âDo you want to fuck this pretty boy, pet?â Kyle wondered. His words were enough to make both her and Will tremble. Kyle had his large hand opened wide on her lower abdomen and pressed on her, making her move her hips ever so slowly, causing Will to twitch and huff.Â
Erika smiled, turning her head to Kyle as much as his hold on her allowed movement, looking for a kiss. âPlease,â she whispered against his lips. âI do.â
âOf course, you do, pet,â he cooed, âthatâs what you like doing best, isnât it?â
âYes,âÂ
Kyle dangerously purred in her ear, âNo, no, pretty one, donât disappoint me now,â he pushed her chin up and head back just to make her stretch in his hold. âSay it. Let me hear it,â
Erika moulded under his control, âPlease, let me fuck him,â she whined, âI am such a slut for you,â she continued and the more she said, the more she wanted to say just to please the Aussie. âI want you both to cum all over me.â
âThat bad, uh?â Kyle pushed her head back so she could watch Will, controlling her hips to move in another painfully slow thrust. And then another, quicker this time. They all moaned. âShall we milk every drop of what he has to give?â Kyleâs hand stretched over Willâs abdomen, causing the Brit to react to his touch, bending his back with a whine. Before she could even think about responding in any way, Kyle's soft chuckle in her ear gave her a shiver. âOr, I could fuck you some more myself and make him watch.â
Will grunted, impatiently twitching underneath them, trying to buck his hips into her to find some form of satisfaction, trying to lift himself up and fight the firm hold of his handcuffs.
That only caused Kyle to chuckle, âWhat was that baby? Daddyâs angry?â He guided another slow thrust. âDaddy should learn to be patient, donât you think, pet?â
She nodded, rolling her head on his shoulder and letting a small moan out, not entirely sure she could think straight anymore. Almost out of habit, without thinking, she moved her hips, taking the initiative to thrust on them. Kyle let her. Her body was stretched like an elastic band ready to snap, pressed under her ever-grown hunger for pleasure that wouldnât come. Kyleâs torture was making her go mad.Â
âPlease, Kyle,â she huffed, exchanging a desperate look with Will. They both begged to be satisfied.Â
âYes, pet? What is it?â
âI need-âÂ
Kyle suffocated her words and ripped a moan out of her as he made her slide up and down Willâs cock pushing himself back into her. Erika opened her mouth wide, rolling her eyes in the back of her skull. The pleasure of feeling them both inside of her was too much even for her to voice it.
âWhat do you need, baby?â his tone was now softer, more attentive, âTell me, I will give it to you.â
âJ-just fuck me,â she exhaled, âand let me fuck him.â
Kyle was ready to give her what she wanted. He exchanged a nod with Will, only so he would be ready and received a suffocated moan in return, as Will still tried to fight the handcuffs off. âNah, big boy,â Kyle patted Will on the belly, âyou are staying exactly like that.â
A shiver crossed Erika as she nodded, supporting the Aussie. âDaddyâs so pretty tied up.â She purred pressing a smile into Kyleâs jaw.
Will let his head fall on the pillow and bit down on the fabric in his mouth, suffocating a grunt, but the second he stopped resisting, Kyle rewarded him with what everyone wanted.
âCâmon, baby, be a good girl and take what you need from us,â he instructed, letting Erika move freely as she wished on Willâs cock, and respecting her rhythm with his own thrusts.
She stretched against him and rode the Brit. Now it was her turn to be merciless, but Erika had very little patience too. She had been toyed with enough and felt like she was going to implode if she hadnât found release. She whined, her body already shaking as the wildest wave of pleasure started to grow inside her tummy.
Her fingers spread out on Kyleâs abdomen, touching as much of Kyleâs skin as she could, even though her hands were tied up.Â
He kissed her neck, ear and side of her head, only for his hold to become stronger around her throat. âInhale, pet. Take a deep breath and hold it in those pretty lungs.â
Erika whimpered. A shiver crossed her spine, shaking her. She would have done anything for him but that command, somehow, was groundbreaking. Made her want to drop on her knees and have a collar put around her neck. It made her stomach twist. Her thoughts dissipated; nothing was left but letting herself go in his arms.
She did as instructed, inhaling deeply, just so Kyle could squeeze her throat and choke her. His hold was hot but firm, suffocating her breath and voice into submission as their rhythm only quickened. With every thrust shaking her and her lungs constricting into her chest, Erika felt her caged self spiral towards an undiscovered level of pleasure.Â
Kyle lulled sweet words to her ear, encouraging her to take it all. He softly kissed her neck and bit down on her shoulder, suffocating his own moans on her skin. The hand he had around her abdomen quickly moved down between her legs, where he could massage her clit only making her pleasure grow exponentially.
Will arched under her, growling like a rabid animal and grabbing on the bed board, making the entire bed creak under the pressure of his hold. Erika quivered, feeling the mindless need to feel that same strength on her own body, bending her and holding her down.
She so desperately wanted to scream. She wasnât thinking clearly any longer.Â
When pleasure hit her, rolling into her lower belly and exploding through her, making her shake uncontrollably, Kyle caught her and held her, releasing his hold on her throat and letting her breathe. âGood girl,â he praised, cradling her, not stopping for one second fucking her and not allowing her to slow on Will either. âGive it to us, baby,â
Erika cried their names as pleasure muffled all her other senses. Her quivering body squeezed on the boys as she abandoned herself against Kyleâs chest, letting him guide her movements.
Will came first, right after her, following the waves of her pleasure. Kyle moaned too, feeling Willâs dick release inside of her. âThatâs it, big boy,â he praised, âfill her pretty pussy up.â
Will filled her up with his hot seed and, whining and groaning, pulled on his handcuffs leaving marks on his wrists. Feeling his pleasure pump inside of her made her feral. Erika was ready to howl like a dog, feeling pure satisfaction in the idea he had just branded her.Â
As soon as he was done, Kyle propped her up and continued fucking her, following Will and doing exactly the same thing. He pushed her head up just so he could trap her lips in a famished kiss, suffocating her whimpers as he fucked her mercilessly until he reached his own pleasure, filling her up a second time. Rode his orgasm suffocating his moans in the crook of her neck, hands grabbing on her body like he was trying his best to hold onto something, not to get washed away in his own orgasm.
Erika was a quivering mess. Her mind was completely fogged up and disconnected, to the point she wasnât entirely aware of the sweet things Kyle chanted in her ear as he untied her wrists and laid her down.
The first thing she felt other than the hot waves of deep pleasure sex just gave her, was the cold air tickling her sweaty skin as she felt completely uncovered for the first time. She had been naked a long time by now, but she always had one boy or the other, or both on her at all time, up to that moment.
Kyle climbed above Willâs chest, full of praising words for him too as he pulled her panties out of his mouth. âYou are a good, pretty boy, you know that?â he wondered softly, sliding a hand across Willâs jaw fondly.
Will smiled, not hiding the pink blushing his cheeks. âThanks, darlinââ he patiently waited for Kyle to unlock his handcuffs, only to sit up with the Aussie in his lap and grab him by the neck as soon as he was free. âNext time youâll be the one begging for daddy,â
Kyle looked into his eyes for a long time and then, as he slid his arms on Willâs shoulder, they both smiled at each other.
Erika rolled to her side, looking at them with a warm feeling spreading in her belly. She wasnât only smitten by them. It was stronger than that. She needed to touch them so bad it hurt.
âJust kiss already,â she hinted, stretching in the bedsheets, trying to find some comfort for her tired body. She was exhausted and yet had enough strength left in her to still offer a cheeky smile to the both of them as they looked down at her. âI know you want to,â she purred, looking at Will.
Kyle and Will looked back at each other. The Aussie cupped Willâs face, caressing his cheeks, making him look up at him. âDo you, baby?â
âCall me baby one more time and Iâll lick the floor for you, pretty boy.â
Kyle pressed his smile on Willâs lips. Just like it had been for her, Will took a moment to melt into that new embrace, but when he did, she slid his arms around Kyle, pulling him into a hug. Their kiss was quick to heat up. When she saw their tongues flick as they made out, she was sure she felt it in her lower abdomen. Hearing their breath quicken only made Erika quiver under her own skin. Pure lust flooded through her, lighting her body up once again.Â
She pushed herself up and slid close to them, kissing Will on the shoulder and then leaning on Kyleâs. âYouâll drive me insane boys.â
Both Kyle and Will looked back at her, welcoming her in their hug. âGood,â Will kissed her forehead and Kyle her cheek, making her feel their affection.
She felt so grateful and lucky.
âYou know whatâs the funniest part of this entire thing, mate?â Wondered Kyle, hanging on Willâs shoulders.
âWhat, bruv?â
âYou will have to tell Mark you are fucking his sister.â
âAh, fuck,â Will let himself fall backwards into the pillows, only pretending defeat, as both Kyle and Erika laughed.
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Hail the Great Zalmoxis! Thank you for letting me use this ask box. I'm now curious about your headcanon of Oltyx and Yenekh! Could you tell me more about their lives on Drazak? (Including đ lives, perhaps?) Do you have any stories before the story / in the Flesh Time? Thank you! (And for your marvellous fanfics!)
Hail accepted! (âŠËĎËâŠ)âĄoh my gosh !!!! Thank you so much for the ask!!! Yes, I do have a headcanon on what they are doing or what they are up to, (he he he), but it is quite mild and pretty boring, but happy ever afters are like that, aren't they ? I would like to imagine that Oltyx, that beautiful walking disaster, is learning how to be a good leader, and obviously Yenekh is there to help him, and laugh at him every time he makes a mistake, and most importantly to *cogh cogh* *metal banging noises* (â§ââ§) him when he is feeling frisky~ which I imagine happens often ! I imagine it takes quite a while to get through Oltyx's bone head (literally), but he is trying. I am even more sure that their many subjects would work hard to teach their new king how to be a good leader....... by asking him to help them with seemingly endless mundane issues.
ŕ´Śŕľŕ´Śŕ´ż ËÍĚęłËÍĚ )⧠Yenekh approves of them all! My favorite thing ever is the idea that those two have to actually figure out the logistic of how to feed an entire planet, and how to get rid of the waste meat and fleshy new fauna that might develop! And, I do like to imagine that the flayed virus brought a level of sapience back to the warriors and immortals, so now this society can exist with more that just scientists, warriors and leaders. I like to think that the flayed ones are quite artistic (I mean, have you seen the many creative ways they were those skin ponchos. They are so cute !!!!) And about the pre-biotransferance headcanons, hu hu hu, I do have a few, I am writing one right now ! <3 I am still stuck on that were-necrons fic inspired by Tunaze ! I have two ships that I want to write about and a cute brotherly bound! Two words: larva Oltyx <3
(ËśËáËËľ) I am not saying anything more, so I wouldn't spoil it ! Thank you kindly for the ask ~ <3 (and for your amazing fics !!!)
#oltyx#twice dead king#yenekh#necrons#ah#I need to try and write more#holidays have a special way of kicking my mental health in the butt#ah I finally get to really brush up my arthropods developmental stages <3#I will credit in the fics those who brainstormed them with me !#with their permission obviously!
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First off: you're my absolute favorite fanfic author! The way you write the characters and their emotions and dialog is just beautiful! Into the Aurora and This Night Together inspired me to actually give my writing a fighting chance!!!
With that said...how did you start posting your work? I really want to, but I'm sooooooo nervous!! What if no likes it? What if everyone hates it? And is there a certain way to format the post? I'm fairly new to â¨ď¸actuallyâ¨ď¸ posting on tumblr and have no clue what I'm doing đŹ
oh my gosh, thank you so much!! iâm so honored to know that i helped inspire you to write fic đ
this is a great question!! i have lots of advice for you, check under the cut~
okay so as far as how i started posting, this is probably not the post helpful answer. iâve actually been writing fanfic since i was probably like 14 for various fandoms, i used to post on ff.net then on ao3 and now here, and itâs just been years of publicly posting fandom works online. that being saidâŚâŚ at some point you will just want to rip the bandaid off and when you do, i have some advice
there are going to be people who donât like what you write, it doesnât matter what you write or how you write. you like my work and i have a lot of followers, but iâve had people give pretty negative feedback about aurora, tnt, and some of my one-shots. or reviews that arenât âmeanâ necessarily but are âconstructiveââŚ. however, iâm a big believer that in the world of fan fiction, unsolicited constructive criticism doesnât belong in comments when the author is posting their hobby for free. all iâm saying is that itâs gonna happen at some point, but you have to remember that the people doing that arenât writing fic, and i genuinely do not care about the critical opinions of someone whoâs never put themselves out there creatively before.
something that hurt when i started posting was the lack of engagement, and i know this is something a lot of writers still struggle with, especially on tumblr. there are fics i have written that are like deeply dear to me and iâm really proud of but have so few notes compared to other fics and that used to really bum me out. what iâve learned is this:
people actually arenât perpetually online they just seem it, so if you post something once and never mention it again, people with busy lives are going to miss it
the time you post doesnât have to matter⌠but if youâre trying to drum up engagement, then consider the time of day youâre posting. tumblr has good analytics to tell you blog engagement stats and stuff like that, i find that can help with knowing most of your followers are from XYZ time zone and they probably will not see something you post at 2 PM during the work/school day vs. 7 PM or something like that
try not to be sad if you get a majority of likes and not reblogs. i personally like tons of work that i intend to read later, i treat my likes like bookmarks, that doesnât mean someone didnât like your work enough to reblog it, it means they use their likes differently OR potentially they have a blog where they donât feel comfortable reblogging fanfic, especially nsfw fic.
if youâre posting anywhere, know your tags. donât post something with two hashtags and assume itâll find its way. unfortunately it wonât, so make sure you tag everything appropriately so it lands in peopleâs suggested feeds
if you do all of that and then your fic gets some notes but not that manyâŚ.. and youâre wonderingâŚ.. why didnât more people like it? well part of that might just be that itâs not showing up at the top of peopleâs feeds anymore. if you want to establish yourself in the writing space, engaging with readers is important. if you get a really nice review in a reblog, donât be afraid to reblog it back. if you get a certain number of notes, donât be afraid to reblog your own fic and say thank you for 100 notes etc., just to push it up on peopleâs feeds.
if youâre posting on AO3, just make sure that youâre filling out all the tags, warnings, pairings, etc. AO3 has been around a while and is a well oiled machine, and i know a ton of readers on there use the filters to find the exact niche of fic they want to read. i cannot tell you how many fics i pass by that donât have tags, are missing a good description, etc.
okay now as far as formatting goesâŚâŚ here are my thoughts after a lot of trial and error:
before you decide on anything formatting wise, just remember that readers engage with fic on tumblr in a variety of ways. some people are on desktop, some people are on your actual blog web address, and some people are just on mobile. before you teach yourself html coding for fancy lettering in ombrĂŠ colorsâŚâŚ are your readers going to be able to see it in dark mode? if not, maybe donât invest the time, because the first thing i do when i see a post like that is scroll because itâs taking me too long to know whatâs going on
so yeah, are there rules to format? yes and no. content âyesâ, visual ânoâ but people do follow a particular trend. what i like to do is keep it simple to avoid the formatting issues i mentioned above, but i also invested a little time in figuring out a âlookâ for my posts so when people are scrolling they might see my layout and know itâs me. details below->
1. a header image or header images, itâs the quickest way for people to get a vibe and it might capture an aesthetic. some authors have a header made for them as an author, some do a custom one per fic, but i typically just make an aesthetic black and white collage and go with that because it looks cool but i donât have to learn photoshop to do it. go with what you know on this one
2. a title and a SHORT description, i think âuntitledâ is toughâŚ. people wonât read or remember your fic. no description means people are guessing and might not click, and too long means people might scroll. my rule of thumb is a couple sentences.
3. content tags, and this is VERY important â people need warnings or clarity on what the fic is about. most people skim the tags to find out if they want to read it over a description, especially when weâre talking very short form fic or smut. thatâs why tags might be funny or informal, but itâs also really important to tag anything that might be triggering in a variety of ways. something i always make sure i include is every sex act or kink (i never know what triggers one person and not another), and anything related to: violence, abuse, self harm, mental health, physical injury, death, food/diet content, and body descriptors of reader. if youâre writing self insert and youâre describing the reader a particular way, thatâs fine but you should disclose it. some of my fics are specifically written for âcurvyâ reader in mind and its tagged that way vs. like âŚ. âshort/small/size-kinkâ reader. Gender is also important here, i always tag fem!reader because i feel like that works, but i often see more trans inclusive terms like afab!reader etc., so itâs up to you! but we definitely want to be mindful of readers who could feel dysphoric if surprised by pronouns/body-parts/etc.
4. a clear identifier of the ships in the fic. i.e. put the âyunho x readerâ or âidol!yunho x fem!readerâ tag high up so people know who theyâre reading
5. otherwise, i personally recommend keeping the top of the post short, putting in a cut, and then posting everything under the cut because a long post is just a lot to scroll through etc. i favor the small text for my fics headers and regular size text for the actual body of the fic just to keep it looking nice.
hopefully this helps! iâd be happy to talk through anything else too, i love getting into this stuff. my biggest recommendation would be to ask yourself what kind of work you want to post and invest some time in developing a style for your format etc. - even if itâs close to what other people are posting thatâs okay! just keeping it consistent and looking good helps get readers to click, so search around and see what you like and then play with your posts in drafts before you do anything.
good luck!!!
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honestly as someone who uses wattpad, there is a LOT of "bad boy/billionaire/vampire/werewolf" tropey books out there...but there are also really good ones that have amazing characters and plots. Whilst I don't appreciate wattpad being like "top picks for you!!11" and recommending downright boring stuff, I do end up finding original works which are genuinely interesting. Wattpad has a problem with encouraging these tropey reads, but I do think it depends on the writer - and I think that's definitely why we're in this cycle of: author wants to write for readers >>> uses tropes and cliches >>> churns out book that doesn't have depth >>> repeat. It depends on who is writing, which is why authors are such an important aspect of this discussion. I do think wattpad is getting better somewhat (diversity is highlighted and celebrated which leads to marginalised groups writing diverse characters; the stuff they have put out from their own movie studios recently, like Bootcamp, is actually good) - but it still has a long way to go.
Oh, absolutely, I agree. Wattpad does have a few hidden gems (also a frequent user of Wattpad - I write mostly fanfic on there) but yeah what's being promoted recently is shit.
Aside from onus being on the writer, it's also on the readers of Wattpad's works, which happen to be pretty much most ex if not current Booktok girlies. And it absolutely does feed into that vicious cycle of authors writing for an audience and not themselves.
It's funny, authors are actually a crucial part of this discussion but these discussions (as well as the consumers of the typical, boring Wattpad stories) seem to leave authors out. I reckon it has a lot to do with not only the commercialisation, but also the consumerism that is books and literature. I saw someone else under the #anti booktok tag say this - Booktok is the fast fashion of literature, and I completely agree. I also think this applies to this big TV adaptations of at best, mid Wattpad stories. Authors nowadays aren't being included in the discussion because they're hardly relevant to their own works anymore. They're just churning out these cookie cutter books that don't say anything about what they believe in. The only authors who become individually famous are authors like Colleen Hoover, for her egregiously misogynistic books, and SJM, for being the template for every Booktok success. In the case of CoHo, I truly believe she's just an author trying to make a quick buck, who doesn't really give a shit about what's in her books, and the same for SJM, though her misogyny is much more subtle and better received.
I also see issue with Wattpad trying to both be a fanfiction website and a serious cooperation who wants to publish books. Don't get me wrong; I don't think authors should be discouraged from writing original stories on Wattpad. I just think that Wattpad is more like training wheels rather than an actual publishing company. Merging the fanfic tendencies of Wattpad stories with authors who are genuinely trying to make it big just results in fanfic-y original stories (which is what Wattpad promotes, because that's their audience. And when they adapt into big TV adaptations, more people want their literature to be fanfic. Which makes trying to make it as an author who wants to delve deep into issues difficult, because the fast fashion, anti intellectualism of reading won't allow for books that stray from the template). This bleeds into Booktok too.
I trust your tastes, anon. It's a real pity that Wattpad promotes the tropey over the well written stuff, because I know for a fact there is good stuff on there.
NOTE: I have been lurking online after writing my response to this ask, and found that a lot of queer stories were shadowbanned, courtesy of its new AI, despite not breaking any guidelines. There's no confirmation of it, but I've been keeping my eye out for any.
Thanks for the ask! Appreciate it as always (I always manage to sneak in a dig at Booktok - it's tradition now).
#anti coho#anti sjm#wattpad#anti intellectualism#commercialisation#consumerism#anti booktok#booktok#fanfiction#analysis#books and literature
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Your Hearth Is My Home (BG3 Fanfic, Astarion x Female Reader, Part 5 of ?)
Summary, Notes, Tags, & Part 1 are here.
Part 2Â |Â Part 3 | Part 4
AO3 Link is here, my dear.
Word Count: 2110
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Act I, Chapter 5 - The Visitors
The new campsite was a small peninsula, with a waterfall feeding the stream that curved around the site. A small bridge of rocks led to a ruined building, the stones worn by time and covered with moss. There were rocks and boulders surrounding the area that would be a great defense in case of danger. Wyll had mentioned that at least one of them would be staying with you at all times to patrol the campgrounds, so you felt safe.Â
However, your companions had warned you against wandering too far from camp without one of them coming with you, as there could be goblins roaming around.Â
Setting up the tents with Wyll and Karlach was actually a fun experience. The two of them, despite you telling them to rest, went ahead and built their own tents. You had an inkling that they just wanted to pick out a good spot at the campsite. When you found them helping with each otherâs tents, you smiled to yourself and left them alone.Â
As you finished setting up everything else, you had an epiphany. Going back to Karlach's tent, you found her laying on her bedroll outside, dozing. She opened one eye as you approached.Â
"Could I test something on your tent?"
"Sure." Then both her eyes sprung open and she sat up excitedly. "Are you going to make it cooler?!"Â
You winked at her before walking inside. Within the dim confines, you reversed your warmth cantrip. Stepping backwards carefully, you sang the spell softly, moving your hands, weaving the coldness into the air. Light blue lines appeared, threads of magic coming from your fingers, until you finished the cantrip and clapped twice. Snowflakes burst from your hands, and you felt the air cool immediately.Â
Sticking your head out from the tent, you waved her in. By now Wyll had joined her, and together they stepped inside.Â
"Oh my days," Karlach squealed with delight. "It's lovely in here, just perfect!"Â
Wyll grinned, looking happy for her. "A bit too cold for me, but I'm glad you're enjoying it." He looked over at you. "Thank you. You're very thoughtful."
You smiled. "Just trying to keep you all comfortable," you replied. "Oh, but if something goes wrong, please let me know so I can fix it," you added as you left them to enjoy the results of your test.Â
***
When the others returned, you were not at all surprised to see a man coming with them. He introduced himself as Volo, claiming to be some kind of bard.
Is heâŚ? He couldnât beâŚ?
âAre you the Volo of âVoloâs Guide to Waterdeepâ?â you asked.
The manâs eyes lit up and his smile could not be broader. âWhy yes, I am that Volo!â He came up to you, grabbed your hand with both of his, and shook it vigorously. You were glad you were still wearing your gloves; you had the feeling that you would have been overwhelmed by his excitement at meeting someone who knew his work.
âTell me, did you enjoy the guide? Which version did you read? What was your favorite part?â
Overwhelmed by his rapid fire questions, you pulled your hand out of his and held it up to stop him. âI found it, erm, entertaining,â you said neutrally. It was full of shit, but it was amusing to read. âI read the second edition when it came out. My employer had one in his library.â
You saw Gale glance over at you. Shit. Now he knew you spent time in Waterdeep as well. Dammit, heâs probably going to ask me about it later. I might as well just give away my entire lifeâs story while Iâm at it.
After hearing Voloâs self-aggrandizing tales for a minute too long, you eventually got out of the conversation by using your chores as a way to flee.Â
Guess we have another mouth to feed. Better send someone to hunt something big.
***
One by one, more visitors came. In the early evening as supper was winding down, a white dog came by. It sniffed the adventurers, wagging its tail and lolling its tongue happily as everyone took turns scratching his head and patting his side.
Then the dog looked at you. He tilted his head.
You took a mostly eaten rib from the boar that Karlach had brought for you to roast, and knelt down, holding it out to him.
He came up warily, sniffed the bone, then took it from your hand and started gnawing away.
âHave you all decided on a name?â you asked the group.
They glanced at each other and shrugged.
âYou can name him,â Karlach said. âHeâll probably be staying with you most of the time, after all.â
Oh, thanks for the added responsibility. But you werenât actually annoyed; he was a charming dog. Wondering what to name him, you idly reached out to pet his head.
Scratch.
You blinked. You werenât sure who said that, as the voice was faint and unfamiliar. As you looked back at the dog, he was staring up at you.
Scratch.
âScratch?â
He barked and wagged his tail.
âI guess thatâs his name now,â Shadowheart said.
You got up, but kept your eyes on the dog, who was gnawing the bone again.
Curious.
***
The next visitor triggered your tripwire late at night. The bell chimed softly until you awoke, pushing yourself up.
Your heart stopped.
A creature came crawling out of the brush. You couldnât tell what it was at first, but as it came closer to the campfire embers, you saw the feathers, the beak, the round bodyâŚ
What the hell is an owlbear cub doing here? Where is its mother? Oh gods, what do I do?
You stayed stock still, watching it slowly approach you. Then it paused. And turned back towards the path out of the camp. Your eyes followed, and you saw Astarion returning from his night hunt.
The owlbear cub went towards him instead.
No, little cub! Heâll drink you!
You moved to stop the cub, but you stopped when you saw Astarion kneel down and speak softly to it. Then he led it towards the camp rations, pulled out a piece of dried meat, and tossed it at the cub, who ate it ravenously.
The soft look on Astarionâs face gave you pause. Is this a shapeshifter? Who is this man?
Unable to stop your curiosity, you got up and quietly tiptoed over to them. Though you tried to be careful, the owlbear saw you approach and suddenly fled back into the darkness.
âWhat was that?â
âHm? Oh, we rescued him from some goblins. Karlach convinced everyone to let it sniff our hands so it could find its way here.â
âBut what about its mother?â
âItâs dead.â
He didnât elaborate on how or why, and quite frankly, you were too damn tired to ask. You just shook your head and went back to your bedroll.
How many more visitors will we have?
***
âWant to come to the druidsâ grove with us?â
You had just finished the morning chores, so it was perfect timing. You readily agreed to Wyllâs suggestion. Although some of the party didnât seem too keen on you getting closer to possible danger, especially with some of the druids acting uncharacteristically hostile, Wyll convinced them that overall, the grove was safe.
So he, Astarion, Karlach, and Gale took you to the grove so you could trade for supplies and get out of camp for a little while.
As they continued to comb the area for information, you talked with the vendors and bartered for supplies. You even took a turn at cooking, even if it only turned out to be just barely edible. You could only do so much with whatever the lady had put together. You werenât a miracle worker, after all.
As you explored the grove, you heard singing off in the distance. Following the sound, you came out of the caves and into a sunlit cove by the water. A small boy was walking towards the song, seemingly entranced.
You quickly realized that he was entranced.Â
Sprinting towards the water, you reached out for him. âWait, come backââ
A shadow flew overhead, and a figure landed before the boy on the shoreline.
Harpies.
You furrowed your brow. You could turn back, get help.
But then the boy would be alone.
Dammit.
You only had a dagger you didnât know how to use and a few herbs in your bag.
The harpy on the shoreline looked at you and grinned. Then she opened her mouth and sang.
You covered your ears, but it didnât cancel the effect. It was a beautiful song, so much so that you nearly succumbed. But you resisted, even as your nose bled with the effort.
Suddenly four bodies flew past you. The party had arrived just in time, firing arrows and spells at the harpy in front of the boy, distracting her long enough so that you could run up to the boy and pull him out of harmâs way. As you ran back towards the cave with him, tugging on his hand whenever he started to stray, you could hear spells being thrown, splashing and fighting. And through it all, one of the harpies kept singing. Your nose kept bleeding, even as you got further away.
When you finally got the boy back inside the cave and out of range of the harpyâs song, you rushed back, despite knowing how dangerous it was. Wiping the blood off your face with your sleeve, you analyzed how the song worked. There was power in song, magic in melody. You didnât have the skill to fight.
But you could sing.
When you returned, you could see that the others were beginning to fall to the harpyâs harmful harmonies. You hoped that you had figured out enough. Furrowing your brow, you took a deep breath.
And you sang the song in counterpoint.
The others shook their heads as the mental hold on them came undone. They looked back at you in shock for a moment, surprised by your return. Then they realized that they could think clearly again, and charged the last two harpies, taking them down with a vengeance.
With victory came looting, and with looting, came a gift. Gale came up to you with a small bag of gold.
âThank you for your help. Hereâs your share of the spoils,â he said, handing it to you. Then he put his hands on his hips and frowned at you, looking very much like a stern disciplinarian. âAlthough it was very foolhardy and you should never get close to danger again.â
You rolled your eyes. âI wasnât that close.â
Karlach joined Gale. âClose enough. We wouldnât want you to get hurt.â
You turned to Wyll, who just nodded in agreement. You fumed at being treated like a child, but part of you knew they were right. After all, you really didnât know how to fight.
âAlright,â you said glumly.
Wyll and Gale patted your arm as they walked past you, back into the cave. Karlach just gave you a thumbs up and a grin.
Suddenly you felt a warm body behind you.
âYou fool,â Astarion breathed into your ear.
You turned to him, anger firing through your veins. âI came back to help!â
âYouâre no help if youâre dead,â he countered. âBesides, youâll make everyone else sad if you get hurt.â
You gritted your teeth. You knew he was right, and you also knew he was using your emotions against you to do what he wanted.
For a moment, you hated him for it.Â
You finally let out a defeated sigh. âI got it. I wonât put myself in danger again.â
âGood.â He glanced at the blood on your sleeve where you had wiped at your bloody nose. âI canât have my sweet snack losing any of her precious blood, after all.â
You glared.
He smiled airily as he stepped back, gesturing for you to follow the others. As you turned and stomped away, back into the Hollow, he fell in step beside you. At first, you thought he was keeping an eye on you.
âYou donât have to stand so close,â you bristled.
Astarion shrugged. âSomeone has to make sure you donât do anything foolish.â
He didnât leave your side for the rest of the trip, all the way back to camp. As the rest of the day went on, you noticed that his attention wasnât on you, but around you. Almost as though he was looking out for danger.
Was he⌠protecting me? No, that canât be right.
Can it?
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Chapter End Notes: Oh hai, this campsite is the one from the game, the wilderness one that you mostly see in Act I. Also, let me know in the comments if youâre okay with longer chapters. Iâve been breaking these up into about 2,000-ish word chunks, but I have some chapters later that will be closer to 3,000.
#bg3#bg3 fanfic#astarion#astarion x f!reader#slow burn#female reader#baldur's gate 3#writing#bg3 spoilers#your hearth is my home
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To those who need to hear it.
Likes, they're good. Thank you! Reblogs, oh my goodness, you want your audience to see my work? Oh... you didn't use tags? Don't even get me started on stalking the pages of each one of your ten followers. Not that I do that of course, right? A comment! Do I respond now or later? I don't want to be seen as a psychopath. I got a kudo! 100 hits!? Oh, but my writing's not even that good... Why is it that we put so much value on a number when the real value comes from acquiring new skills and knowledge?
Idealization? Check
False perception of reality? Double check.
Yikes.
Go back and look at the words written in bold. My writing's not even good. Why would you think that after all of the hours you've poured into your work, or the endless amount of times you searched the thesaurus for synonyms to 'said' and eventually fail and chose it anyway?
The amount of times I've opened this app not even a day after I post is unreal. I got a like already? Wow! I should probably post this on Ao3 too, right? Even though I utterly hate the outdated website, the red on white background and the minuscule text that is too jarring to look at?
Y'all, the need for validation from strangers on the internet is real.
Arguably, the craziest part about the ordeal is that every feed looks the same, but there's a story behind them all. All ideas develop differently. It's the whole meaning of story tropes, to have your own take of a commonly used clichĂŠ. My feed in particular is filled with heaps of SatoSugu (I don't mind this), Nanani fanfic (I love this), the most smuttiest of smut of all time (an occasional treat before I slip into slumber), and people swearing that Deadpool and Wolverine were doing a certain something in that Honda Odyssey. (They probably were. But come on, my mom watched this film. Loved the jokes though. Keep 'em coming.)
Upon my mere two months of posting and doom scrolling, I've observed that this isn't only a 'me' thing. Most, if not all people go through some form of self-doubt. So yeah, is this just a phase? Maybe. Is it okay if this whole doubting-yourself sensation is reoccurring? It is.
Your story is special.
Lovely Tumblr poster number one, Lovely Tumblr poster number two, may your ask inbox be cleared of my wacky questions. I will leave you alone for now. Please enjoy your life while I try to get myself under control. Let's hope you know who you are. Though I really hope you don't. I mentally cringe at the things I've gotten wrong about your character.
How about a day of rest? Yeah, that would be useful. A cup of warm tea? A cozy book amidst the comfort of silence? A podcast or a playlist running as you take in the sun? Your life has more meaning than you think. Put away the phone, your laptop and take in your surroundings. Please, don't be like me! Go to bed at a reasonable hour.
The funny thing about being self-aware is knowing that I will come back within the next thirty seconds to see how this post has been doing. I've already got this site bookmarked. Peak hypocrisy, right?
Jeez, I can't believe I'm writing this. I apologize for all you lactose intolerant readers out there. This is cheesy. Not even your usual Cheddar or American cheese. No, this is some full-on cheese mozzarella pull level shit right here. I'm not responsible for your bathroom needs. Just remember to wash your hands.
If I can try, you can try.
To sum up, keep putting yourself out there and sharing your voice with the world. Even if you don't see it, others do. Even if others don't see it, fuck them. No, you try to see the worth in your work for yourself. If you're tired, let yourself feel the fatigue and take a break.
For those who care, this isn't a goodbye to Tumblr. Just a reminder that it's a website that you can remove yourself from at any time with proper accountability for your actions. It's hard to practice and it's not something that I can give advice on. My brain is only so big.
-Sending lots of love and warm hugs from the bedtime ponderer, Miss KeyRey.
I've got the temperature of my bedroom set to just below freezing. I'm bundled in my many layers of warm, fuzzy blankets. I ordered some ramen takeout for dinner and have taken a nice, long shower. I'm going to let my laptop die because I know I'll be too lazy to put it on charge. Using your weaknesses in a smarter way? Hell yeah. I think I'm ready to try this whole 'sleeping' thing once again. Or whatever you call it.
How many tags is too many?
#writeblr#writerscommunity#writer things#motivation#self improvement#writing#advice#louder for the people in the back#should i tag jjk to get viewers? no.#To those who need to hear it#KeyRey does life?#keyrey
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Hello again!
Thank you so much for welcoming me into your corner of the internet (it really feeds into my Ac obsession, as if I needed more of that lol, but really itâs nice to see other ppl that like some side characters ahem *likeFedericoand Greencoat*ahem). And thank you for your answer abt Feducia as well, Iâm glad you liked the library gifting idea for I have another one : Imagine if the library had secret alcove(s) and/or passage(s) and one of them lead to a small balcony. Do you think Federico would stand below said hidden balcony to read poetry/Luciaâs favourite pieces while she stood up there and admired him from above ? (A bit like the infamous balcony scene in Romeo and Juliet, the inspiration came after reading @giuliettaluceâs seriously adorable fanfic âUpon their holy act, the heaven smilesâ)
Oh! I also really like your Aranea x Mephisto ship and Iâm so excited abt your new(?) OC Tatiana Volkov bc I seriously thought the Flables/The Wolf Among Us fandom was dead when I arrived late as usual đ And I love both ships dynamics, I think it just suits them very well
Hope you had a good day and keep going, xx
(Ps Im sorry abt the long long asks Iâm just excited to share my ideas with you)
Hello there again, Nonnie!!!
Please, do partake in coffee that I just made (wish I could truly offer you one through the screen)!!
AND OMG YES. PLEASE, DO ALLOW ME TO ABSOLUTELY FEED INTO THE HYPERFIXATION FOR ASSASSIN'S CREED.
I myself have been going strong for almost 5 years, AND AM STILL GOING STRONG.
THE OBSESSION IS REAL
![Tumblr media](https://64.media.tumblr.com/195bf5b960561adba999e9d51c4099c4/d66cf0d7e9b31b24-ec/s400x600/7c1ea69ffb6da08334be945a7a4cb6f32fef4f66.webp)
So please, do sit tight and enjoy the ride!
AND OMG YES. YES.
FEDERICO AND GREENCOAT ARE MY BEBE.
Like, I still get super SUPER salty about the fact that Federico has met his end basically 5 minutes in the game (infact, around here, we absolutely throw canon out of the window, and Fede is alive, well and living his best life with his love, somewhere in Italy - in my particular case, in the Kingdom of Sicily with Lucia. Trapani has never been more beautiful than when they lived there!).
To say *absolutely* nothing of HOW SALTY I AM ABOUT GREENCOAT. 2 MINUTES OF TRAILER, AND UBI HAS NOT DEIGNED TO GIVE US A *GLIMPSE* OF WHO HE WAS, WHAT'S HIS REASON WERE, HIS PURSUITS, NOTHING.
BUT.
As salty as I am about that, I am also immensely grateful, because if the Baguette Bois were full-fledged NPC, then I would have never created my Mathias, and as you will see now that you are here, he is my most beloved brainchild alongside my darling Dorothea <3.
SO YES.
WE STAN THE TERTIARY CHARACTERS THAT ARE BASICALLY OCS!!
Now, onto your question:
YES.
YES.
TRIPLE YES.
I *absolutely* believe that Federico would stand below said balcony and recite Lucia's favourite poems ( probably the Canto 5 passage of Paolo e Francesca from Dante's Commedy, her most favourite AMONG ALL).
I can envision it so well, with Lucia just beaming and listening to him as he recites those poems, waiting for him to just climb up her to her balcony (because she KNOWS he would do that. Man cannot stay away from climbing around, as much as he likes to make it believe that it's becasue he needs to follow Ezio and make sure he's not going to fall face first lolol).
AND OMG YES, JUST LIKE ROMEO AND JULIET. ABSOLUTELY
(it kinda helps that my FC for Lucia is the beautiful Olivia Hussey as Juliet from Zefirelli´s movie).
AND I KNOW RIGHT??? @giuliettaluce IS THE *ABSOLUTE* PROFESSOR WHEN IT COMES TO ROMEO AND JULIET, AND HER WRITING IS JUST SO IMMENSELY BEAUTIFUL.
Seriously, she wrote for me the Federico/Lucia one-shot based on Romeo and Juliet that was EVERYTHING, and she wrote for me a one-shot about Mathias/Dorothea that I have never shared, but that I reread truly often and it melts my heart each time. She is such precious friends and beautiful person, it warms my heart SO MUCH knowing that you appreciate her writing <3 she deserves ALL THE PRAISE.
ALL THE PRAISE.
AND AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!
MY MEPHISTO/ARANEA AND BIGBY/TATIANA.
they are my "dark pairings", so to speak, because while I love to dwell in FLUFF galore, and this is something that I generally explore with my Assassin's Creed pairings (though, there is a certain dose of darkness there as well), with Mephisto/Aranea and Bigby/Tatiana I LOVE to explore the darker side of the relationship between two lovers (though, tbh, Mephisto/Aranea take the crown in this, but that's easy because Bigby and Tatiana are still very much decent people altogether, while Mephisto is a freaking Archdevil and Aranea is his Warlock/Consort, so they are bound by their own character alignment - which is firmly on the evil side).
AND OMG, LISTEN, NO FANDOM IS TRULY DEAD UNLESS I AM DEAD, TRUST AND BELIEVE.
I AM STILL HERE, WRITING AND DRAWING STUFF FOR FFXII, AND IT HAS BEEN ALMOST 20 YEARS SINCE ITS RELEASE.
So trust and believe, no fandom is ever truly dead, and you are MORE THAN WELCOME to discuss whichever fandom you fancy at present! :)
(and please, do not worry about sending me long asks. I *ADORE* reading them, the longer the better. GIMME A DOORSTOPPER ASK OR GIVE ME NOTHING LOLOL I am kidding of course! always feel free to send asks as long or as short as you prefer, at your own convenience <3 just know that they are always welcomed! <3)
WISHING YOU A PLEASANT, BEAUTIFUL DAY NONNIE.
HERE, TAKE SOME LASAGNA I MADE AT LUNCH.
*gives lasagna in tupperware*
--Nemo
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ao3 wrapped (writer's edition)
wheeee thanks for the tag @dytabytes , this was super interesting! Putting this under a cut since it's kind of long, though I'll go ahead and tag uhhhhhh @flamboyant-vampire, @allmightskitten, and whoever else sees this and feels like doing it!
How many words have you written this year?
39,593! More fanfic than I thought I'd written, for sure.
2. How many works did you publish this year?
12! Wow! Again, more than I realized. Getting into OP really got me excited about fanfic again
3. What work are you most proud of (regardless of kudos/hits)?
I think that has to be Kind Friend & Companion. Specifically, chap 2: On The Decryption and Translation of Cipher 3478b. I'm a huge fan of world building, and had a wonderful time playing around with cryptography, codebreaking, and general Marine bureaucracy in this. Also, it was exciting to think of how Doffy would construct a conlang. While I knew this wouldn't be a huge hit with the No Loyalty general audience, I had a blast and that's what matters most :)
4. What work of yours has the most hits?
Quarter, oh Quarter! gets this prize. It's a shuggy roleplaying fic ft. new kink exploration, so not a surprising front runner
5. What work of yours got more feedback than you expected?
Unity's Seed, for sure. I wasn't expecting my barely-dodging-the-incest-allegations DQ Bro's AU series opener to be even half as well received đ
6.Favorite title you used?
The Thief Who Came to Dinner, which is my (not abandoned, but certainly back burner relegated) post-Enies Lobby Paulie/Lucci fic. I'll be returning to it at some point, as I love the premise and really want to finish it, but y'all know how inspo is, haha. It comes and goes
7. If you use song lyrics, which artistâs songs did you pull from the most?
I do pull titles from songs, but I can't name a specific artist because I generally reference sea shanties/ other types of work songs or often-covered folk tunes
8. Pairing you wrote the most for this year?
Hm. Tricky question. Technically none, as almost all of my fics from this year are Gen. However, if we're counting heavy-handed incest subtext, then the answer is dofcora, hands down
9. Favorite pairing you wrote for this year?
To avoid giving the same answer two questions in a row, let me go with another fic that's currently on the back burner but NOT abandoned. Won't You Come Out Tonight? is a particular brand of joy for me, and I think about it all the time even when I'm not picking at it, so I guess that means my favorite pairing of the year is bartoluffy (despite all evidence to the contrary)
10. What work was the quickest to write?
The first chap of Like a Vine Climbs to Sunlight! If I recall correctly, it was written in just a couple of days.
11. What work took you the longest to write?
The first chap (so, all of the fic that's up currently) of Feed the Living, Bury the Dead tookâŚ3? 4 months? Something like that. The next part is promising to take just as long, if not longer. Apologies to everyone who follows my WIPs, lmao
12. How many WIPâs do you have in your docs for next year?
Lord above, I'd say between 20 and 30. With any luck, I'll get half of them done đ
13. Whatâs your longest work of the year?
Quarter, oh Quarter! tops the list again with a WC of 8,003.
14. Whatâs your shortest work of the year?
'Til All These Things Be Done, My Dear, which sits at a humble but respectable WC of 1,109.
15. What WIP(s) are you taking into next year with you?
No Loyalty (series)
In The Woods Somewhere (series)
For Whom the Skee Ball Rolls (series)
To Azazel, With Love
untitled coralaw caregiving
untitled coralaw period sex
untitled chopperlaw
16. Whatâs your most common âAdditional Tagsâ tag?
AU - Canon Divergence
17. Your favorite character to write this year?
I think Rosi! I've written him a lot, and I've gotten very comfy with slipping into his POV.
18. The character that gave you the most trouble writing this year?
Probably Law. I struggle to get into the right headspace for him, even though I love him dearly. Hoping that a few of my WIPs will strengthen those muscles for me
19. Whatâs one pairing you want to explore next year?
Chopperlaw. A friend got me into it recently, and I'm working on something for them to test it out!
20. Which work of yours have you reread the most?
I couldn't say for sure, but probably some part of the No Loyalty series. I've written a lot for that the last six months, and definitely revisited
21. How many kudos in total did you get this year?
1,093
22. Which work has the most comments?
Quarter, oh Quarter! comes through with an award again
23. Did you do any collaborative works this year?
Not technically, though a lot of WIPs have been inspired by friend's DMs and convos, which I count as collaboration.
24. Did you write any gifts this year?
Yes! Only one will make it to the posting stage before the year is out, but that just means 2025 will start off strong!!
25. Did you receive any gifts this year?
Not this year! Maybe next one :)
26. Whatâs your most common category?
Gen! No Loyalty tipped the scales in this category's favor.
27. What do you listen to while writing?
Instrumentals, if anything. Most of my playlists are for the pre-writing stage, like when I'm on the way to my writing spot or working on brainstorming. I love making playlists and finding listening to them very inspiring, but get distracted if I listen to them when actually writing.
28. Favorite work you wrote this year?
Oh, hard to say! I love them all uniquely, but what was the most exciting for being a change of pace and setting was probably the titular fic of my drider!law series, In the Woods Somewhere.
29. Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?
Hm, probably this lovey little pining moment from Won't You Come Out Tonight?
The galley cleared out except for Zoro, who got roped into helping with dishes. Everyone else followed Luffy up to the deck. Most of them fell behind and strolled as they talked, but Barto tripped along right behind Luffy, catching his toes on his heels, feeling dreamy and a little unreal again. He slipped the hold Luffy had on his waist when they stood up from the table, but whatever had gotten into him, Luffy wasnât over it yet. His hand was clamped around Bartoâs wrist, fingers threaded all through his coatâs cuff feathers. They were sunk down to the knuckle, worked in deep, and moving. As Luffy petted themâpetted himâBarto felt like he was bleeding. âGot a thing for birds, boss?â he tried to joke, but it came out shaky. âHuh?â âMy coat. What, you wanna pluck it?â Luffy laughed low in his throat. âThat wouldnât be very nice.â He flexed his hand, grip going incredibly tight. âHm, can I borrow it, though? Just while weâre on the deck. I wanna⌠hey, youâre staying, right? For cocoa?â He glanced back, showing Barto a grin. âSanji makes it the best. See, he grinds the spices up, toasts âem, lets the milk steep. And youâd think itâd be cold, right, after an hour, but itâs actuallyâŚâ And just like that, he was spinning out again, getting further and further away from the question that he hadnât even given Barto a chance to answer. But Barto knew what he wouldâve said, what he would say when Luffy got back around to it. He could borrow it, yeah, sure, please, for as long as he wanted.
30. Biggest surprise while writing this year?
Probably how much (lead up to, at this point) incest I wrote, haha. It's one of my favorite things to find in something I'm reading, but I've never actually written this much of it before.
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