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A White Lie and A Stuffed Rabbit (Pit Bonnie x Reader) - Chapter 2

A/N: Alright. This is the chapter that I dreaded posting on Tumblr. Please have mercy on me, Jeff fans 😭🙏

You accidentally stumbled across a time-traveling ball pit that led you to the past inside Freddy Fazbear's pizzeria. The creature followed you into the past and now you are stuck with a possessed animatronic.

⚠️The following chapter is not suitable for readers under 13 and contains vore, minor character death, and depictions of panic attacks. Please proceed with caution or skip through the section entirely.⚠️

Chapter 2: The Yellow Rabbit

You had really thought you managed to escape this mechanical beast. You thought that you were safe from them. But unfortunately, despite your best efforts, it wasn't enough. Worse yet, you've played right into their hands.

You took a small step back, preparing yourself to run as you kept your eyes trained on the large yellow creature in front of you. Carefully, you slipped the phone back into your pocket to free up your hands in case it decides to grab you again. The yellow rabbit continues to approach you, emitting more glitchy, garbled noises. As the distance between the two of you grew smaller, you began to slowly back away from them, your eyes never leaving theirs. You couldn't ignore how terrified you felt in the presence of this non-human entity, but you had to stay calm long enough to think of a plan. You needed to focus on getting out of here alive.

The creature stops for a moment to stare at you, twitching its ears as if it was thinking about something. It then turned its head towards the door with the sign above it that reads, “EMPLOYEES ONLY”. The rabbit made a quick glance at you before heading over to the other room. You simply stood there dumbfounded. What the hell just happened, you thought. Why did it randomly leave like that?

A few moments later, the yellow rabbit came back out of the room it was in, carrying a pizza pan with two slices in its hands. The rabbit sets it down on the table before redirecting its gaze towards you. At first, you weren't sure what it could be asking from you. Then, as you glanced at the tall animatronic rabbit and then at the pizza pan on the table, you figured that it was waiting for you to eat.

“Wait, are you being serious right now?” you asked, completely baffled by its request. “You…want me to eat that?”

The yellow rabbit nodded in response.

You were a bit taken back by the fact that it understood you. Kinda creepy, but at least you know now that it was sentient.

You anxiously inched your way towards the table, eyes fixated on the rabbit that stood beside it. You didn't exactly trust that the pizza wasn't tampered with. For all you know, it could have drugged or poisoned the pizza while it was in the other room. As you sat down in the chair, you looked at the slices of pizza on the table and then back at the yellow rabbit looming over you.

“Um… Is this pizza safe to eat? Why are you giving me this?” you questioned out of reluctance.

This question clearly offended the lagomorphic creature, exposing its sharp teeth out of annoyance as it quickly leaned over to your face with its glowing, blue eyes glaring down at you.

“Eat,” the rabbit growled.

You reeled back with your arms up, shielding your face in a panic. “Okay, okay!! I'll eat it!” you shouted.

Satisfied with your response, the yellow rabbit backed away from you, seemingly grinning to itself. You let out a sigh before turning your attention to the pizza in front of you. You really don't want to eat it, but you also don't want to upset the bunny even further. You grabbed one of the slices by the crust, surprised at how warm it was. You hesitated a bit before taking a small bite of the pizza. Nothing was off as far as the taste and texture, but holy crap. This pizza was AMAZING. Way better than the ones Jeff would make. Everything about it was mouth-watering–the toppings, the sauce, the cheese, and even the crust.

All doubt and hesitation was casted aside as you took another bite, savoring the flavors in your mouth. “This is so good,” you said blissfully.

You could have swore you heard a mechanical purr from the yellow rabbit. You figured that it appreciated the positive remark on the pizza that it gave you.

As you were finishing up your first slice, the rabbit-like creature walked off into the employee room, leaving you alone in the dining area to eat in peace. It would have been the perfect time to sneak away from the creature. However, recalling that you haven't eaten anything in the past several hours, you really could use a food break. Strangely enough, you were kind of thankful to the yellow rabbit for offering you something to eat after chasing you around the pizzeria.

Halfway through your second slice, you happened to hear a series of subtle, yet unusual sounds coming from the employee room. They were hard to pick out from the other side of the door despite the dead silence in the dining area. You did your best to quietly ignore it while you finished your slice of pizza. Part of you wanted to sneak out of the room and leave the pizzeria while the creature was preoccupied with whatever it's doing. Although, you also wanted to take a small peek inside the employee room despite your chances of getting caught and provoking the animatronic.

You've only finished your slice up to the crust, setting it on the pizza pan before you sat up slowly from your seat so as to not create any loud noises that could draw its attention. As you inched closer and closer to the door, the noises grew louder and more noticeable. Distorted, mechanical groans and whirrs was all you could hear up to that point, already reaching for the doorknob. Anxiety and panic started to creep into your body. You were nervous and scared of whatever you're about to witness behind that door. You thought about backing out and just making a break for the exit. To put as much distance from this cryptid robot as possible. However, your persistent curiosity outweighed the fear in your mind, fingers already clasped around the doorknob. You took a small and shallow breath to prepare yourself for what you might see.

While being mindful about the noises, you opened the door just wide enough to peer inside. It didn't take long for you to find the yellow rabbit within the room. Unfortunately, you wished that you hadn't. You were absolutely horrified by what you saw. The yellow rabbit had the body of a person inside of its mouth and was eating it. The person made no movements whatsoever, no attempts to struggle, as if they were completely limp. Only the lower body was visible from the angle you were viewing it from. The creature tilted its head back slightly, one hand supporting its meal in its mouth while the other rested on its belly. Seconds later, you heard a startling loud and wet gulp, pulling the unresponsive body deeper down its eager and hungry gullet. It then dawned on you, realizing the muffled sounds you heard that were behind the door.

…Holy shit.

You felt absolutely sick to your stomach. And worst of all, you couldn't get yourself to tear your eyes away from it.

You watched idly through the crack of the door, almost in a trance-like state while the creature continued to eagerly swallow down its limp prey. The body was now two-thirds of the way inside the giant rabbit's stomach and you happened to notice the clothes the person was wearing. It was hard to tell from the lighting as well as the position the lagomorph animatronic had it in. As soon as it flung its head back for another powerful swallow, you instantly recognized the muted orange pants and black shoes. Upon this dawning realization, your heart sank.

“Oh God no,” you whispered, covering your mouth as you watched in disbelief.

You didn't want to believe it. You wished that none of what you witnessed was real.

The person that the creature was devouring was none other than Jeff.

You were frozen in place out of terror, on the verge of tears. There was nothing you could do to save Jeff and there's no way to tell if he's even alive at this point. Not without alerting the lagomorphic creature. The worst that could happen is if it decides to devour you too once it's done scarfing down Jeff.

Fuck. Why is all of this happening to you?

Within seconds, the creature managed to slurp and gulp down the rest of Jeff's body, letting out a satisfied growl as its meal traveled down its throat and into its now plumpish belly. You watched it rub its prey-filled stomach in utter horror. This isn't real, you thought. This shouldn't be real. You couldn't accept the fact that Jeff, the pizzeria owner that you knew as a lethargic loser, was eaten by a walking animatronic rabbit. You weren't even sure if that thing is even an animatronic to begin with.

Your hands flew up to your mouth as you started to hyperventilate, trembling so much to the point where your legs gave out from under you. To your misfortune, it drew the creature's attention, turning its head towards you through the opening of the door. Its glowing cyan eyes gazed upon your fearful form.

“Shit. Shitshitshitshitshit…!” You never felt so helpless and scared in your life.

The yellow rabbit began to walk towards the door, which made you panic even more than you were now. You could do nothing but inch your body away from the door, arms and legs trembling dangerously from being struck with terror. Your heart began to race and you had this spinning sensation in your head. More than ever, you were extremely desperate to run away from this thing. You kept forcing your body to move, attempting to fight off the fear-stricken nerves pulsating through your veins.

Move.

Keep moving, dammit…!!

You had to keep telling yourself that in order to stay alive. However, once the door swung wide open, any sort of fight you had left quickly dissipated. The yellow rabbit gradually moved closer in short but heavy steps, blue eyes locked with your own. This was it, you thought. This is how you were going to die.

In the matter of seconds, your body became too overwhelmed to the point where you were beginning to black out. Heart pounding out of your chest, head spinning, body visibly trembling. You took one last glance at the yellow creature looming over you before you lost all consciousness. The last thing you heard was a dark, distorted laughter.

The rabbit has now claimed its prize. You were caught.

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You didn't feel anything. You couldn't feel anything. You were drifting in and out of consciousness, not knowing whether or not you were still alive or not. All you saw was nothing but the darkness surrounding you. Although, the image of that monstrous animatronic rabbit was still fresh in your mind. The scene of that creature swallowing Jeff's unconscious body whole; it played over and over again like an everlasting nightmare. You desperately wanted to forget that memory.

A harsh scraping sound abruptly jolted you out of your dream-like state. Your eyes shot open, darting around the unfamiliar room you were in. You attempted to move from your spot, but you quickly noticed your hands and legs being tied to a chair. Seems like the rabbit has brought you here to prevent you from running off. Being tied to this metal chair was just a precaution. Great. Just great.

The sound of heavy footsteps grew louder the closer it was to the door. There was a brief pause before the door creaked open. There stood your captor with its blue soulless eyes and permanent grin. Almost instantly, you went into a panic upon first glance, wriggling and writhing in your bonds that kept you in place. When the yellow rabbit began to approach you, you struggled harder in hopes of loosening the ropes around your wrists. To no such luck, the bonds around your wrists were knotted tightly and barely loosened an inch. All your attempts ceased once the animatronic creature was directly in front of you with a scowl. You shut your eyes and turned your head away from the monster looming over you.

“Please don't eat me,” you pleaded fearfully. “I… I won't taste very good.”

The creature clearly didn't buy into your bluff, leaning over to the crook of your shoulder and licking a slow, wet stripe up your neck. You let out a small, shaky gasp and shuddered from the sudden damp feeling on your skin. The rabbit merely chuckled at your reaction.

“You lie,” the creature said, eyeing your trembling figure.

You tensed up at its response. Shit. You were as good as dead begin tied up and locked in a room. And seeing that the creature is already full from its meal, it's safe to assume that it plans to save you for later. Which, of course, will give you plenty of time to come up with a way to escape.

The yellow rabbit brought its large hand under your chin and turned your head to face him. You were still tense in their presence, eyes shut tightly to avoid looking at the towering animatronic in front of you.

“Look at me,” the creature demanded in a low growl.

You hesitated for a moment, mostly out of anxiety and fear. You couldn't bear to look at it after what it did to Jeff. It honestly scares you, but you had to comply with its demands if you wanted to stay alive. You steeled your nerves and opened your eyes gradually, gazing up at the yellow creature in front of you. It lets out a pleased hum, admiring the way you were looking up at them. Almost in a submissive manner.

“Wh-what are you going to do to me?” you questioned.

The yellow rabbit's glowing blue eyes ran down your body, taking in your small yet curvy figure. You had on a high-impact sports bra underneath your mesh top, which gave your chest an appealing view. Below the waist, you wore a pair of decorative leather riding pants made for night riding. The way it was eyeing you up like a treat on display; it nearly gave you the impression that it had an idea of what it wants to do with you. You're hoping it doesn't involve you ending up dead.

Carefully, the creature lowered itself to your level, inching closer to your face before pressing its soft muzzle against your cheeks. It lets out a small mechanical purr as you felt its hands wander down to your waist and rested there. The rabbit then trailed its muzzle down to the crook of your neck and began to lick and nibble on your neck. You absent-mindedly let out a small whimper as you felt its sharp teeth grazing and pinching at your skin.

“You like this, don't you, you naughty girl?” it asked teasingly against your ear.

In a matter of seconds, you froze up with the feeling of anxiety and shame washing over your body. No. There's no way. You knew in your mind that you should be afraid of what this monster could do to you. However, your body was feeling a certain type of pleasure from this and you cursed yourself for it. This wasn't right, you thought. This thing ate Jeff and you are getting aroused. How fucked up could you possibly get?

One of the creature's hands slid up to the collar of your mesh shirt, quickly tearing it from your body, causing you to yelp in surprise. Thankfully, your bra was spared from being ripped.

The rabbit stopped for a moment to pull away from your neck, gazing into your eyes with intent. Even with its lack of facial expressions, you had an idea of what it wanted but you were afraid to go through with it.

“I won't hurt you,” the yellow rabbit said, cupping your face gingerly with its soft, large hand. For some godforsaken reason, you leaned into its touch and you craved more. “...not unless you give me a reason to.”

You felt yourself shudder. Both in fear and, strangely enough, anticipation.

“I will undo your bonds, but…” The rabbit's hand trailed to your tied wrists, lightly picking at the rope with its claws. “...I will do so under one. Specific. Condition.”

“And what condition is that?” you asked, nearly dreading the answer.

The rabbit merely chuckled, bringing the hand that was resting on your waist to your abdomen. You really didn't like where they were going with its demands.

“...bear my children.”

#fnaf #five nights at freddy’s #fnaf into the pit #into the pit #stygian writes a thing #tw vore #tw panic attack #tw minor character death #fnaf pit bonnie #pit bonnie #pit bonnie x reader #i better not see any plushtrap jokes in the comments. i already have people on ao3 doing that #nsft

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cherrycola27 · 2 years ago

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To Hec and Back

Pairing: Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Reader Call Sign Hecate

Warnings: Language. Sub!Jake, praise kink, degradation kink, Dom!Reader, slapping, choking. Orgasm Denial, Bondage, Mommy Kink, Breeding Kink. Smut, 18+ Minors DNI. Jake likes girls who are mean to him.

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Your heart raced in your chest as you watched him fly. Jake was up in the sky for the first time since his accident. He was completing a training exercise with Payback and Fanboy. Everything was going well. Soon, the three of them came in for a landing.

You immediately rushed out to him. You could see the huge smile on his face the moment he stepped out of the plane.

He ran over to you and swept you into a hug.

"Evil be gone, Hangmans back!" He half shouted. You laughed and gave him a smile.

"You'd better watch out, baby. Now that I'm back in the game, think you'll be okay with being the second best pilot around here?" He teased you. You rolled your eyes. Jake had been making these playful jabs all day.

You reached up and pulled his ear down to your mouth before whispering: "Jacob, if you think goading me at work is going to get your dick wet when we get home, you're wrong. Be a good boy and be patient. I promise I'll make it worth your while." You wink at him before walking away.

It takes Jake a full minute before his brain starts working again.

"Hecate, wait a minute!" He calls after you, jogging to catch up.

"Yes, Jacob?" You smirk at him. "I know we kind of had plans to stay in tonight, but how would you feel if those changed?" He asks you with an almost nervous smile.

"Changed how? What did you have in mind?" You ask him.

"It's a surprise." He replies. You ponder for a moment. "Okay, I'll bite." You tell him.

"Great, fantastic baby." He cheers. "Why don't you head back to your place and get dolled up. I would love it if you wore that black velvet dress with the slit. The one you wore for Admiral Cain's retirement gala." Jake tells you.

"Jake, that was almost a year ago. How do you even remember what I wore?" You asked him, shocked at his attention to detail.

"I'll always remember what you were wearing the night I fell for you. Some Ensign wouldn't leave you alone, and you dislocated his shoulder. My first thought was 'What a woman'." He smiles at you.

You are baffled at his confession. Jake had been pining over you for months and you had no clue.

"Okay, Jakey, I'll wear it." You agree.

"Fantastic. I have to run over to my place to grab something. I'll pick you up at 6." He confirms before heading out.

You have an extra spring in your step as you head home. You immediately get in the shower to shave and scrub. Once you're clean and you've dried your hair, you set out to find the dress that Jake asked you to wear. It's in the back of your closet tucked away in a bag.

You pull it out and admire it. It was beautiful. Crushed black velvet, delicate straps, and a slightly plunging neckline. It had a slit up to your thigh and a thin satin belt around the waist.

You reached into the top of your closet to pull down the box that contained one of your most prized possessions, your black Louboutin heels. If you were going to wear an amazing dress, you needed amazing shoes to go with it.

You decided to keep your hair simple. An elegant low bun with a few tendrils left to frame your face. It left your neck exposed, something you knew Jake loved. You paired your outfit with some subtle, yet sultry makeup. Finishing it off with a red lip the same color as your nails.

You accented your dress with a delicate silver chain that rested near your cleavage and some diamond stud earrings.

You had decided to forego undergarments for the evening, something else Jake would appreciate.

When you check the clock, you had just enough time to pack a few necessary things in a clutch to bring with you.

True to his word, Jake showed up at your door at six. You both did a double take of the other when you opened the door. He was wearing a charcoal suit and had neatly styled his hair. He drank in the sight of you, and if he hadn't spent two weeks planning this, the two of you probably would have stayed in.

Jake didn't tell you where you were going when you got in his truck. You wanted to pry, but just went along with the ride.

45 minutes later, the two of you were sat on a private patio at a bistro in La Jolla. You had mentioned this place once in passing to Jake, but he had remembered.

The warm breeze wrapped around the two of you as you ate.

You couldn't help but notice that Jake seemed a little nervous during the meal. The two of you were waiting for dessert when you finally addressed it.

"Jacob," you say softly, reaching out for his hand. "Is everything alight? You seem a bit on edge." You say, stroking your thumb over his knuckles.

He takes a deep breath before taking your hand in his and kissing it.

"Everything's fine darlin'. I promise." He smiles back, leaning a bit more into his southern accent.

Before you can register it, he's down on one knee in front of you.

"Jacob, you can't be serious." You say, looking back at him with wide eyes.

"Hecate, I've never been more serious about anything in my life. I love you. And if my accident has taught me anything, it's that we aren't guaranteed tomorrow." Jake looks back at you in earnest.

"You're sure—you want to do this?" You ask, knowing there's no turning back from this.

"Serious as an F-18 ejection." He tease back.

"Okay. Ask me again." You smile back at him, fighting tears.

"Hecate, will you marry me?"

"Yes. Yes, Jacob, I'll marry you." You breathe out. Happy tears cascade down your face. An ear splitting grin breaks out across Jake's face. He stands up from the patio and slides the ring on your finger. It's like nothing you've ever seen before.

It's a hexagon cut, salt, and pepper diamond set in rose gold. It has a halo of colorless diamonds around it. It's darkness and light. Just like the two of you.

"Jake, it's gorgeous." You say admiring it.

"I designed it myself." He smiles at you. "The first night I saw you in the club, I knew I was going to marry you." He confesses.

"Jake." You breathe out, you can't belive he's been planning this.

"I called my mom the next day and had her rush ship the ring my grandmother left for me to use for my future wife. The smaller diamonds are from it. I saw the center one at the jewelers. I knew it was perfect." He continues to tell you.

Your heart could melt. Jake had really pulled out all the stops.

You look across the table at your boyfriend, no, your fiancée. You can see the love in his eyes for you. He's so happy right now, and so are you. But there's something in his eyes, just behind the happiness. A glint of something darker, the same one that you have as well.

"Jacob darling, what if we skipped dessert and head home—to celebrate." You whisper seductively as you slide your hand up his thigh.

You watch his adams apple bob in his throat as he swallowed thickly before waving the waiter over to ask for the check.

Jake had a white knuckled grip on the steering wheel the whole drive back. You weren't helping the situation either. Your hand kept trailing up and down his leg, stopping right before you touched him where he desperately needed you.

"Hecate, love, if you want us to make it home, I'm going to need you to keep your hands to yourself." He scolds you.

"Okay, darling. I can do that," you say breathlessly.

Soon, you settle back in your seat and open your thighs as much as the slit in your dress allows. Your right hand slips between them as you gather your pooling wetness and begin to circle your clit.

You sigh contentedly. You look over to Jake, who looks like he might combust at any given moment.

"Hecate." He groans low in his chest. "What Jacob? I'm only doing what you asked." You feign.

He takes a deep breath and focuses on the road.

You let out a chuckle before pushing further. You slide two fingers into your core, angling them just right. They don't feel as good as his, but it's enough for now.

Soon, the cab of his truck is filled with your moans and the sinful sounds of your fingers sliding in and out of your wet heat.

"Fucking Christ Hecate, you're killing me!" Jake groans as he slows down at a red light. He drops one hand from the steering wheel and reaches out for you. You swat it away. He opens his mouth to say something, but he's cut off by a honking horn.

You're still about five minutes from home, and you could keep yourself on the edge if you really wanted to, but what's the fun in that?

"Oh Jacob, I'm so close!" You moan out. You can see his jaw tick. "You want me to cum right now don't you? You want to think about it every time you get in this truck? How sexy I look falling apart?" You tease him.

"Yes." He breathes out. "I want you to cum all over my leather seats, and I never want to clean them. I want to be reminded of how much I turn you on all the time, baby. Please cum for me." He practically begs. God, you love it when he begs.

Your thumb quickly strokes your clit and soon, you're falling over the edge, just as he pulls in the driveway.

He kills the engine and looks over at you. Your body is flush, and your hand is still in your cunt. Without warning, he grabs it and sucks your fingers into his mouth, licking them clean.

"Fucking delicious baby, way better than dessert. Now let's get you inside so I can have some more."

He sprints from the vehicle and throws you over his shoulder. The two of you had barely made it inside before he's toeing off his shoes and sinking to his knees in front of you. He slips his head under the slit of your dress. It doesn't give him much room, but he growls in appreciation when he sees you aren't wearing any underwear.

He wastes no time, diving in and lapping up your wetness like a starved man. Your head falls back against the wall as he worships you. Your fingers card through his hair as he moans against your core.

He's so eager to please you, his fiancée, his future wife.

He's too eager. While your dress is beautiful, it doesn't give him enough space, which is why it doesn't come as a surprise to him when it rips. He doesn't seem to mind, but the sound immediately causes your head to snap up and your nails to dig into his scalp.

You grip his locks and pull him off of you. He sits back on his knees with wide eyes. "Hec I," He sputters out when he sees the darkness in your eyes.

You don't respond to him. Instead, you push him to the floor. He scrambles to get up, but before he can, you plant the red sole of your high-heeled shoe firmly in the middle of his chest.

He looks up at you, towering over him. You push down a little harder, and he would be lying if he said that didn't cause all the blood in his body to rush to his cock.

"You ripped my dress. I loved this dress." You state. He isn't sure how to reply.

"You've been a bad boy, Jacob. Mama doesn't like it when you're a bad boy." You tell him.

"I'm sorry." He whispers. "Oh Jacob, you're going to be sorry." You chuckle. "Go upstairs, strip, and wait on the bed for me like the good pillow princess you are." You command before lifting your foot. He scrambles up from the floor and all but runs up the stairs.

You take your time going up the stairs. You go to the kitchen and have a glass of wine and wait a few moments before finally going to him.

Once you enter the bedroom, you see that Jacob did a good job following directions. He was leaning against the headboard, his painfully hard cock standing at full attention. He had a hungry look in his eyes.

You didn't say anything. Instead, choosing to walk over to the foot of the bed where his suit lay, neatly folded on the ottoman. Wordlessly, you slipped your ruined dress down your body and stepped out of it. Kicking it to the side with your heels. You reach down and grab his tie from earlier.

You glide over the the side of the bed, clad only in your shoes and engagement ring, you slide on the bed and straddle him. You grab his arms and loop the tie around his wrist before securing it to the headboard.

"Hecate, I'm sorry about your dress, I'll buy you a new one." Jake grunts out as you slide down his torso. Your round ass is nestled against his cock, and he can feel the heat of your core. He wants to be buried inside you so badly.

"I don't want you to buy me a new dress." You say, darkly.

"The what do you want, baby? I'll do anything for you." He's so eager for your approval. He thrives on your praises.

"I want to suck your dick, Jacob." You tell him.

He looks at you, blinking slowly, not quite understanding how he's getting a reward after ripping your dress. But the tie around his wrist let's him know that you're still in charge.

You lay yourself flat on the mattress, arching your back, crossing your legs. He can see the bright red of the bottoms of your shoes. It matches your nails and the lips that are about to wrap around him perfectly.

You pause, taking in the sight of him. His cock stands hard and proud. The tip flushed the same color as his lips, a bead of precum leaking out. You flatten your tongue and run it along the vein that stretches across the underside of his length.

He sucks in a sharp breath and cries out. You repeat the action over and over again before wrapping your lips around the tip. You hollow out your cheeks as you take him further and further down your throat.

He lets out a symphony of moans and groans as you suck him. He gives you a warning that he's close, and that's your cue to pull off of him.

"Baby, why—why'd you stop?" He pants out.

"I told you that you'd been a bad boy, bad boys don't get to cum." You say with a smirk. Terror flashes in his eyes as you stare up at him.

Jake tries to protest, but it dies on his lips, as you take him in your mouth again.

You continue to build him up and stop, over and over again.

You're having too much fun with this. His thighs are shaking, and he's helplessly pulling against the tie. But what you love most is that he's begging you for a release as hot tears slide down his face.

You climb back over him. Your soaked core sitting attop his abs.

"Jacob, you look so fucking pretty when you cry. You know that?" You cooed to him as you wiped a tear from his face.

"Baby, please, I need—" He whined before you cut him off.

"Mama knows exactly what her good boy needs, and he'll get it when she's ready to give it to him." You tell him, cradling his face.

"Now, I'm going to ride this pretty dick of yours, Jakey, until I cum, and you're not going to get to finish until I'm satisfied. Got it?" You tell him.

"Yes Ma'am." He whispers out.

Before you take him, you pause for a moment.

"Jake," you say, your dom facade dropping for a moment.

"I'm fine, baby, I promise." He replies. "Okay... I was wondering. Could we try something?" You ask him.

"What did you have in mind?" He asks. You don't answer. Instead you lean over and grab a black, vibrating cock ring out of your nightstand.

"Fuck yes baby, put it on me and then ride my face before you ride my dick, please." Jake stutters out.

"Someone's greedy." You say, as you fasten it and use the remote to turn it on. You leave it on a low setting as you straddle his face.

He hums against your core before diving in.

It doesn't take you long to build up. His tongue draws through your wetness with expert precision, probably some flight plan he memorized.

You grip the headboard as you grind on him. His noses bumps your clit with every movement. Soon, you're crying out as he coaxes you through your finishing, drinking up every last drop.

You slide off his face and line up with his cock. His hips jerks when you turn the ring up higher.

"Color?" You ask just to be safe. "Green," He confirms

You give him a chaste kiss before sliding down on his length. He hisses at the contact.

You start out riding him slowly. Building up your rhythm. The cock ring hits your clit each time you move.

Jake looks up at you with adoration. Your hair has fallen from its bun and cascades over your shoulders. Your red lipstick is slightly smeaked from where you've sucked him off. Your hands are fondling your breasts as you throw your head back and cry out his name. You look beautiful, gorgeous, ethereal. You look like a goddess.

To him, you are, and every day, he wonders how he got lucky enough to worship you.

"Hecate, I'm not going to last much longer. Can I please cum?" He pants out.

He really has done so good for you, but you want to push his limits.

"Not yet, baby." You stay before turning the ring up as high as it will go.

"FUCK!" He cries out as you being to ride him harder. He plants his feet and drives up, meeting every one of your thrusts.

God, it feels good. The head of him kisses your cervix with each movement, the vibrations of the cock ring stimulate your clit each time you come down on it. You're close, too. You're almost too lost in your pleasure to untie his hands, but somehow, you're able to slip the knot.

With his newfound freedom, Jake's hands go to your thighs to help guide your thrusts as they start to become sloppy.

"Hec, I can't." He grunts out. "Pleasepleasepleaseplease" He slurs, trying to fight his finish.

"I'm so close, Jacob, cum with me, cum with me baby!" You cry out as euphoria washes over you.

You scream his name, and your nails claw his chest, leaving angry red lines in their wake.

The feeling of you contracting around him sends him over the edge. He cums hard than he ever has in his life. He continues to drive up into you, fucking his release back in, over and over again.

His hips stutter into you as you collapse on top of him. He's still buried deep inside you. You are trying to steady your breath and bask in the after-glow of an earth-shattering orgasm when suddenly, he's trying to push you off of him.

"S'too much, too much!" He sobs.

In your haze of pleasure you'd forgot about the cock ring. You quickly turn it off and slide it off of him.

You roll onto your side and pull him against you. You stroke his hair and help Jake get his breathing under control.

He trembles against you as you pull the blankets up.

You pull back to meet his eyes. Their glassy. Hazed over with the remnants of pleasure and tears.

"Shhhh, everything's okay baby. You did so good for me. Such a good, good boy." You coo.

He wants to reply. Tell you he loves you, but his brain isn't working, and all that comes out is a pathetic whine.

"I know baby, I love you too." You say, almost as if you can read his mind.

He has enough strength to wrap his arms around you.

You sigh and kiss his head.

"Get some rest, my love. Tomorrow, we can tell everyone the good news, but for now, sleep."

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Reading Triage

Well it's been almost a month since the last (library) one, so off we go; lots to be immediately excited about!

1. Hurricane Summer - Asha Bromfield: current read, roughly 50% in. It's painful how awful some of her relatives are, and I'm baffled that she gets so upset about her aunt calling her a slut for super innocent behaviors only to...immediately get frisky with the first boy who charms her?? Truly not beating the allegations here -- but it's also incredibly beautiful writing about a setting and culture I truly don't think I've read before (Jamaica, especially from the perspective of a Canadian citizen).

[edit: loved it]

2. Even If It Breaks Your Heart - Erin Hahn: 60% done but I've been working on this one for 3 solid weeks now, struggling thru first audio and then ebook on phone, then learned that county next door FINALLY bought a physical copy after all. Part of the struggle is formatting, but the rest is that it wants and deserves to be 4 stars so bad, but the You'd Be Mine-levels of jackhole in this love interest are dragging it down.

[edit: it did not get better but I finished]

3. Queen of Junk Island - Alexandra Mae Jones: so damned pretty that I'm reading it despite the fact that it's literally just a mid-2000s queer YA novel that had to wait until its author was old enough to publish it in 2022, in terms of both being set then and having its entire focus on becoming aware of/coming to terms with her non-straight sexuality. Which was absolutely never the kind of book I looked for. But I REALLY want the story of them cleaning up the family cottage from all the trash a previous renter left there. (side note: how did I manage to randomly pick two Canadian authors from my shelf browsing??).

[edit: worst book of the year with zero competition]

4. The Wishing Game - Meg Schaffer: I kicked it back unread last time but my request in the county next door has just come through. I really hope I love this one. Everyone I trust does, and it really seems up my alley, but I'm so terrified of reading this at the Wrong Time and it coming up short that I'm actually scared to start.

[edit: it was really lovely! glad I got to it]

5. Liar's Beach - Katie Cotugno: seems like a good summer YA thriller, and it has a sequel (companion book?) coming out in August.

[edit: I have read so many YA horror/thrillers this summer but I didn't quite get to this one. Later!]

6. The Dare - Natasha Preston: I'm expecting even less from this one than The Haunting, but it was available so what the hell. And at least this one actually takes place in summer.

[edit: least interesting of the 4 I've read from her, and an I Know What You Did Last Summer knockoff, but still worth it]

7. Between You, Me & the Honeybees - Amelia Diane Coombs: I don't like "our families are business rivals" stories, but I DO like stories about teens who would rather stay home and work for the family business than go to college, and this cover is so pretty that I'm ready to give it a shot.

[edit: the rivalry wasn't even an issue for me, and though I did have other things that weren't my favorite, this was an incredible YA contemporary]

8. The Spellshop - Sarah Beth Durst: releases in 2 days and will be bumped to IMMEDIATELY NEXT in the queue as soon as my library makes it available (I'm first in line). I'm trying to contain my excitement and moderate my hype levels but it's too pretty!!!!

[edit: five solid stars, everything I hoped for and more, one of the best books of the year]

9. (MAYBE) The Middle of the Night - Riley Sager: I don't think I'm high enough up in the request line to get this by the end of the month, but if it does happen to come in, this is the other book I'll drop everything for to read ASAP. My interest in this is mostly FOMO, and I'm kind of annoyed to have been caught up in it because EVERYONE reads his books immediately upon release, but I do generally enjoy them.

[edit: didn't arrive in time but definitely coming in August]

10. (MAYBE) Out On A Limb - Hannah Bonam-Young: I have read surprisingly little straightforward adult romance this year and I'm kind of missing it. I've had this hold paused for a bit but I might be ready to un-pause it soon.

[author's note: but then I wasn't!]

BONUS: AUDIOBOOKS

The Hundred and One Dalmatians - Dodie Smith (it is so hard not to shorten the title to 101!): a reread of a book I remember surprisingly little from for something I put on my "Top 100 Books Of All Time" list at age 19, but still remember fondly, because I got desperate & squirrelly for something to help me fall asleep.

[edit: not sure it would still make the list now but still really enjoyed]

2. Marvel's What If... Loki Was Worthy - Madeleine Roux: library doesn't have a physical copy, which is annoying because I hate reading on my phone but I also don't know if I can tolerate an audiobook that doesn't have the Correct Voices (though I really liked the 5 minutes of sample I heard), so I've been having to juggle this one until I can get both formats at the same time on Libby, to switch between them.

TBQH, my excitement for this has died down a little since I found out about in December (didn't release until April), but at this point I've been waiting long enough that I just kind of Want To Know.

[edit: what a fun cracky time, recommended]

#reading triage

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𖤓Sore Kisses

Chapter 11. Steamed Skin

Read on ao3 here <<<

//People, I have something to say, from this chapter onwards the story begins with its +18 section, and since here I have found more than five underage people who tried to follow me despite the fact that this blog I clearly express that I do not want minors to follow me, they have, I personally feel very uncomfortable posting smut here for that reason. So I will be uploading the rest of the chapters exclusively in AO3, where it will be protected to a certain extent, only people with an account will be able to see it. Thanks for reading from the hollow of my heart, I hope I'll see you soon with better news.

Warnings: MDNI +18, Smoking, Heavy Drinking, Fluff and Angst Swearing, Crossdressing, Adult Content, Eventual Smut, Blonde Mary Goore!! Everyone is a Little Shit in here, later it gets all Soft and Smutty, Enemies to Friends to Lovers Trope, Slow Burn Romance, Nipple Worship.

The noise that the three make when entering is unmistakable the three happy and lively young people, one of them storms the cupboard to eat something immediately, Mary approaches to give you an eager kiss in front of everyone, something that leaves you blushing, you thought peculiar that Cami did not come with them, you always remember their support in your first move.

You were so ready to tell them the news immediately and without wasting a single second you decided to tell them everything you had talked about with Jenn that day and how you already started with the preparations using your best effort to sound as calm as possible, waiting for what they could tell you, but no one said a word, not even Nick, who you considered more detached from you, Frank had a resigned face, his sigh is the only thing that breaks the silence, but Mary has a very different reaction to what you had in mind, you knew it would be more harder for you than for him, or so you supposed, it baffles you that he doesn't say anything, he just purses his lips and storms out and locks himself in his room.

Knowing that no one will stop you, you go to Mary's room to see how he is, when you enter, you see how quickly he hides the bra that had disappeared from your bed, you both sit on the bed and you place a hand on his thigh, you’re sure he’s the one with more thoughts about it, so you wait for him to talk first, his breathing is very deep and fast, it could be anger, or so you suppose, you feel his muscles tense under your hand, he is slightly leaning back on his arms.

“You’re leaving me?” he begins to say in a hoarse voice, you turn your head to see him, his hair covers, as almost always, a large part of his face.

“No, I’m not leaving you, I’m just considering moving back with Jenn, this was supposed to be temporary remember? I have to be closer to my school…” your words come out of your mouth quickly, you hope he understands your point of view, but his face is still too serious.

“But I won’t be seeing you often, right? And we won’t have a space” he makes an attempt to place his hand on top of yours and starts stroking circles on the back of it with his fingertip, you rest your cheek on his shoulder, occasionally you turn your head to kiss him on the shoulder bone.

“This space isn’t ours; we don’t have that much privacy here either. We may even have more privacy in the other place.” your voice is low and melancholic, you squeeze your hand on his forearm, while you stare at his hand over yours.

“True, maybe, but how would it be?” his voice denotes a contained despair, his words could be taken as a request that you give him solutions that he cannot see, but they were more of a complaint.

“Well, I could change my days off to when you're free, that's not a problem and the days we leave early... maybe, if you’re not busy” you give him your ideas about it.

“It doesn’t sound feasible” you peer up to look at his expression, which it’s still grave and determined.

“If I stay, it would be so much worse to have to leave for school two hours early, I wouldn't have time for anything before work” you explain patiently, you keep your hands in his even though he hardly looks at you, you think you even notice through his hair that he has teary eyes without letting go of your hands.

“So, it is like that?” his deep voice snaps you out, making you lift your head in alarm.

“Like what?” he bites his lips hard, you see how he swallows saliva.

“You’re only with me because I’m available and at reach.” You do not have time to be unsettled by what he said because it is something that you yourself had thought of him.

“I told you I’m not leaving you; we just have to look for a way to make it work”

“But if it doesn’t?” He slowly stands out from the bed, runs his hand over his face as a sign of frustration, or maybe to hide something else, his movements were not abrupt but his words were to a small extent.

“Please. For the first time I’m trying not to waste my time being negative”

“So, I’m wasting your time then?” he spats out, regretting his words the second he said it, either way he sighs and looks upset.

“I didn’t say that…” you lower your brows as you speak, your lips tensed, you feel the mood in the room change.

“I’m sorry… I gotta… sorry. “he mutters, his words come out roughly breathing.

Discouraged, you look at how he takes his jacket and leaves his room and the apartment, you don't call him to come back, he must need time to process, although you didn't expect him to take it so badly, and right now no one needs more pressure, could you say that you are a little upset despite empathizing with their feelings. Even though neither of you raised your voice, you're completely sure that the others could hear what both of you spoke. Once you got out of Mary’s room, you see Frank and Nick, one sitting on the sofa near the balcony and the other in the step of balcony, they can tell from your face that you're uneasy, Nick offers you a consoling smile, and Frank is internally torn between staying with you or going after Mary to pull his ears for being so headstrong.

They make space for you to sit with them on the balcony, you let yourself fall on the step rubbing your forehead, you sigh letting your head fall back and with distress you ask them.

“Why is he being such an asshole again?” Without the energy to go get your cigarettes, you nibble your fingers.

“Well… uh…?” Frank hesitates.

“You know, when frank told us that you were coming here I though “Oh no, Mary is gonna be pissed” but then I knew that you and him are like together… you know, and then I thought “Cool, someone finally could tame him” and bonus was just that rent got lower” Nick laugh at his own words “What I mean is, you’re cool and he’s way over heels for you, so, whatever you decide, he’ll love you like crazy anyways, and of course we will miss you too, but in the end, you gotta do your thing” for a few seconds you remain stupefy, looking surprised and processing what Nick said, at the end of his speech you smile at him for his support.

“I thought you were going to be the one that was going to push him away, you know, now that there’s someone dying to get close to you, however, the news caught him off guard, Nick’s right, he doesn’t just like you, he’s very much attached to you, and we can all see it. The important thing is to make it work, not give up when the road gets bumpy, which you didn’t do, so try to not feel bad just because this idiot can’t handle sadness because you’re going away.” Frank lightly pushes your shoulder with his fist, you look at him.

“Is that what that was?” That is why he did not look angry as is, his reactions were unknown to you, you have seen him get upset, you have seen him angry, but sad, that was a first.

“Although we don’t agree on his behavior, we understand what it means” Frank adds to finish, it's not to underestimate them, but their words really calmed you down a lot.

Sitting for a moment pondering, knowing that you did nothing wrong, what to do now. To help yourself, you think out loud without expecting your mates to help you unless you ask them, you can wait a little longer for you and Jenn to close the deal on that place where you're going and just have everything ready for when it happens, other than that, you know what you want and the rest can be achieved.

Although you need to do your thing, you also have to trust that Mary will be fine, Nick cooks something in the kitchen, you go back to your room to put some order, you manage to see Frank through the door very focused on his phone, typing furiously, his expression doesn't tell you what it could be about, you just capture his flying thumbs dancing on the screen.

You start to get nervous as the minutes go by, your confidence wavers when you realize that the boys are going to sleep, hour and a half has passed, you no longer know how to spend your time, the lack of notifications on your phone only fans to the fire of your anxiety, half an hour ago you had decided that you should trust, you know what you want and he is one of those things. Being in your room is annoying, with everyone else asleep, you sit quietly in the living room to watch television for a moment, lying along the big sofa trying to distract yourself from the fact that Mary hasn't arrived yet, you start to doze off, all the emotions of the day made you tired now that you’re alone and without that much stimuli, it's one of those times when you hardly can keep yourself awake, but your eyelids are so heavy that your eyes go cross-eyed from the effort to keep them open.

Your sleep was so delicious, but something woke you gradually, a hand on your head fondles your hair so delicately that it tickles you, at first you think it's a bug and slap in the air to scare it away, but you hit something hard that hurt you hear a voice say "sshhh" to you softly, you crane your neck to see that next to your head someone sits next to you.

Mary had a shy expression, as if he expected you to be upset with him, his eyes were looking down at you as you got up to sit next to him, both unsure what to do or say, waiting for the other to start talking, both expectant and equally fearful, when you realize that, you both give each other a shy smile at the same time, you look down at a plastic bag in their hands, the logo of the bag is from an office supply store, he notices where your eyes went, he raises his arm to give you the bag and you look inside, without saying a word you see that the bag has at least three giant rolls of masking tape in it, it's too much and it's confusing.

“I know this isn’t enough, but at least I can help you packing, if you let me. Sorry for not being helpful when you needed it, it was selfish of me” he speaks to you with a shaky voice and palpable nerves.

“Who told you to say that?” leaving the bag on your side, you take his hand grinning timidly.

“I did… maybe somebody talked to me a little, but wasn’t needed” he says in a proud and kind tone, he turns to face you “One thing that I’m damn sure is that I wanna be with you”

This time you start the kiss pulling him by the collar of the shirt to collide your face with his in a deep kiss, it didn’t hurt much when you hit your teeth with his and it’s fast forgotten when he moans against your lips in surprise, your kisses make a smacking sound from the suction that echoes around the room, he hugs you tightly wrapping his arms around your waist, you take him by the face almost digging your thumbs on his cheeks, you feel how gently you both lean back along the sofa without detaching from you kissing you with voracious hunger as he bites your lips aggressively and you feel his stubble rubbing your upper lip, but the burning sensation it's not annoying, you just have the unbearable need of him to squeeze you closer to him, you feel how the heat grows in the center of the two of you making you sweat a little already.

After a few minutes you feel very self-conscious that you’re in the living room, you suggest that if you can go somewhere else, Mary does not doubt it for a second, the next thing you know is that he has you against the wall of his room attacking you by nibbling at the base of your neck while you try to cover your mouth with one hand to muffle all the sounds he makes you do, you can't help but close your eyes when you feel his tongue run through the vein between your breasts, which thanks to the strappy blouse you are wearing makes that area accessible.

You feel agitated with his big hands sliding gently down the small of your back to your buttocks where he massages energetically running his fingers under the hem of your booty shorts pinching your underbutt area, he lowers the strap of your blouse with his teeth, still so, he licks through the blouse wetting with his lips the fabric that covers the softest and spongiest part of your chest, although it stops being soft after feeling its humid heat lapping on you; his lips press like pricking your now hardened nipples nuzzling into your perky flesh as your chest moves from your heaving, your hands held him firmly by the nape of the neck, he shushes when a whimper gets away from you, and although that doesn't make you want to stop, you gently remove him from you, and between sloppy kisses you whisper to him that maybe you should wait until no one is home because you can't help to make noise, although he agreed on his side, you both regretted it in the same way since you’re both too worked up, sleeping was certainly going to be difficult tonight then.

You both considered whether or not to keep at least groping each other until you eventually fall asleep in his bed cuddling together, but with the promise that at the first opportunity you would try something else, it would only make the interlude much better.

#Sore Kisses #mary goore #mary goore fanfic #mary goore x reader #mary goore repugnant #repugnant fanfiction #repugnant band

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MY MOM GOT KIDNAPPED - WAS THAT REAL?

#Robloxminimovie #robloxbrookhaven #Roblox #shortsvideo A surprising Movie, MY MOM GOT KIDNAPPED in Roblox Brookhaven, explores the question of whether it was all just a wild imagination or really happened. I'll share my own experiences and try to uncover the truth behind this shocking event. From strange memories to unexplained circumstances, I'll explore every detail to get to the bottom of this baffling story. If you're ready for a thrilling and emotional ride, then stick around until the very end. 🔗 Stay Connected With Us. 🔔 If you love family, motivational, inspirational mini movies in Roblox Roleplay Brookhaven then hit subscribe now! Stay tuned for videos every week, exciting entertainment, Life lessons, all with happy ending & all the latest updates: https://www.youtube.com/@UbhiStudio-y7q?sub_confirmation=1 ============================= 🎬 Recommended Playlists 👉 Ubhi Studio All Long Videos! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XmkKNiVaRVk&list=PLqxVGVGnxAvjWGof5IBz8CRAUM3ddpvmv 👉 Ubhi Studio All Shorts Videos! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=97rU1mirN5w&list=PLqxVGVGnxAvjW6iDdpgIaXvT3gLJ15lDI 🎬 WATCH OUR OTHER VIDEOS: 👉 My Mom is always right! Ask depressed kids? https://youtu.be/ta0YBwP_2v0 👉 HOMELESS TO MILLIONAIRE! Sad and Happy Moments- A Heart Touching Movie in Roblox Brookhaven RP🏡 https://youtu.be/pDXQWHBeah0 👉 THIS Kid's BUSINESS Idea BACKFIRES in AN Unbelievable WAY! Never GIVE Up - A Roblox Movie https://youtu.be/1rsOSs7rTzQ 👉 HUSBAND CATCHES WIFE RedHanded! (A ROBLOX MOVIE) https://youtu.be/2pLkfk6R074 👉 CRAZY Neighbour vs HAPPY Neighbour - WHO WILL WIN?! A Roblox Brookhaven Movie https://youtu.be/KxGGpIQmxMI Time Stamp 00:00 Intro 05:00 Find Mom 09:50 Kidnapper 15:00 End Part ============================= ✅ About Ubhi Studio Welcome to Ubhi Studio, and I'm delighted that you've found my channel! I am an animator and filmmaker-driven by a deep passion for Roblox and dedicated to spreading positivity through inspiring stories. Through my animated short films, I endeavour to inspire and valuable life lessons. These narratives possess universal appeal, and the animation is designed to be engaging for audiences of all ages. Substantial effort is dedicated to crafting original scripts and gameplay. The primary objective of this channel is to propagate love, kindness, confidence, and positivity on a global scale. Please subscribe, like our videos, share, and comment. Your support helps us reach more viewers. 🔔 Subscribe for honest reviews, secret tips, epic walkthroughs, exciting unboxing, and the latest game releases! https://www.youtube.com/@UbhiStudio-y7q?sub_confirmation=1 ================================= ⚠️ DISCLAIMER: We do not accept any liability for any loss or damage incurred from you acting or not acting as a result of watching any of our publications. You acknowledge that you use the information we provide at your own risk. Do your research. ✖️ Copyright Notice: This video and our YouTube channel contain dialogue, music, and images that are the property of Tendo Switch. You are authorised to share the video link and channel and embed this video in your website or others as long as a link back to our YouTube channel is provided. ©Ubhi Studio MY MOM GOT KIDNAPPED - WAS THAT REAL? published first on https://www.youtube.com/@UbhiStudio-y7q/ via https://ubhistudio.blogspot.com/2024/10/my-mom-got-kidnapped-was-that-real.html

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lerreybenten · 26 days ago

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MY MOM GOT KIDNAPPED - WAS THAT REAL?

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watsonneith · 11 months ago

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2023 Short Stories

OK, I'm pretending I use this for anything other than clicking like on wry tumblr comments or reposting artists. But I'm still reading short stories, and tracking my favorites, and these are the ones that struck me the most in 2023, in order of reading from January onward:

Rabbit Test by Samantha Mills (Uncanny)

Samantha Mills is writing a dystopian future that is a little too close to home; I could barely stand to read it because it was so sharp.

The Big Glass Box and the Boys Inside by Isabel J. Kim (Apex)

Essentially everything by Isabel Kim is my favorite, but this one concerns the uncanny transformations of legal work.

The Museum of Erased Things by Maria Hossein (Translunar)

Haunting story about a museum of banned objects where any citizen who enters never emerges again, and despite the dictator's attempts to destroy it, it always reappears.

Unusual Times by Gail Ann Gibbs (Translunar)

A school building has to defend some of its students.

Professor Strong and the Brass Boys by Amal Singh (Apex)

Robots start a protest band.

A Girl is Blood, Spirit, and Fire by Somto Ihezue (PodCastle)

A novice rebels against the hierarchical system of her order.

Discreet Services Offered for Women Ridden by Hags by Stephanie Malia (Beneath Ceaseless Skies)

A doctor takes on her sister's soucouyant.

How to Stay Married to Baba Yaga by SM Hallow (Baffling Mag.)

Exactly what it sounds like, but it's also very poetic.

If You Find Yourself Speaking to God, Address God with the Formal You by John Chu (Uncanny Magazine)

I like ACAB superhero stories sometimes.

The God of Minor Troubles by Megan Chee (Strange Horizons)

A small god makes a big difference.

One For Sorrow, Two for Mirth by Tina Zhu (Strange Horizons)

Two pairs of estranged siblings cross paths over shadow magic and a murder.

The Relationship of Ink to Blood by Alex Langer (Apex)

A fascist clerk faces consequences for his role in disappearing people.

Measure Twice, Cut Once by KR March (Apex)

Capitalism, but the inhumanity is filtered through the magic of sewing a dress.

The Fox Roads by Nghi Vo (Tor.com)

Prohibition-era bank robbery, magic, and more than I can really summarize in one sentence.

Also, two short story collections and an anthology absolutely delighted me:

No One Will Come Back For Us by Premee Mohammad

I really love Mohammad's take on cosmic and eldritch horror.

White Cat, Black Dog by Kelly Link

Spot illustrations by Shaun Tan. The titular story nearly killed me because I was laughing while eating. What more do I need to say? But seriously, read it for White Cat, Black Dog alone.

Out There Screaming edited by Jordan Peele and John Joseph Adams

I knew I was going to pick this up for a lot of reasons: I can't remember if the first was the fact that a sheet of tin foil has been rendered terrifying, or because Jordan Peele is attached, or because it contains stories by NK Jemisin, Nnedi Okorafur, and Tananarive Due (and more), but anyway, pick it up I did and sleep restfully I did not.

All in all, I have read a grand total of 221 short stories and (not counted in that number) five collections and anthologies. I subscribed to Apex, Lady Churchill's Rosebud Wristlet, and Apparition Lit.

Next year I'll be subscribing to Uncanny Magazine, renewing my Apex subscription, and picking up FIYAH, which I meant to do this year but honestly my bandwidth starts to taper off after two subscriptions. I read everything except the books I have, as one does.

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10th Day - darkwood,sleepingbeauty(Scene 2)

"――――I'll go too. That's what I came here for." "Then stay behind me. I'll let Archer lead the way. That way you won't get cut down the moment we get there."

Tohsaka starts running. Archer takes form, gives me a single glance, and takes the lead.

"Please be all right, Ilya……!" I clench the wooden sword in my hand and run after them at full speed.

Interlude 10-2

The girl flees the castle with the black giant. It is a baffling escape. She has abandoned her castle, the place designed to offer her the best defense, to run to the forest.

――――Danger is approaching. The girl was the first one to sense the unavoidable fact. …The "enemy" is approaching the castle. Because she felt that the enemy is a great one, she maximized the castle's defense and woke up the giant in anticipation of the enemy. The giant of steel, Berserker. Personification of destruction who has his sanity taken away and only obeys the girl.

With her bodyguard and the castle's protection, she has nothing to fear. She tells herself this, suppressing her unease.

But. When the enemy drew near, her giant said… Run. Even the one with no reason left understood that he could not beat the approaching foe.

The girl started running at that instant. She knows that. She already knew that. The thing that reached the outer wall is not something they can match. The ominous shadow expands with the sun behind it, and it becomes a great shadow to easily climb over the outer wall.

――――They will lose. With her aside, Berserker cannot beat that thing. He will lose if he fights it, and Berserker will not be her Servant anymore. That is the root of her uneasiness. She ran away from the castle not in fear of her own defeat, but in fear of losing her Servant.

The black giant carries her as they make their way through the forest. The uneasiness does not go away, but assails her with increased weight. ―――She cannot get away. The girl vaguely understands that she cannot get away from this uneasiness and fear―――and the black giant stops.

"Oh. Such wisdom. You came out because you know you cannot win."

In front of them is a withered magus. Next to him is Assassin, wearing a white skull mask. Matou Zouken. She figures out right away he is the magus of Makiri that she was informed of when she left her home country.

"―――Matou Zouken. So a person that's not chosen by the Holy Grail is acting like a Master?" The girl jumps to the ground and confronts the old man. There is no fear in her eyes. The enemy before her is not the terrifying one she sensed.

"Hah, chosen by the Holy Grail? Do not speak such nonsense. The Holy Grail does not choose the Masters. The Holy Grail is just a vessel. Are you poisoned by the church, saying that it has a mind and that it consecrates?"

"………" The girl coldly glares at him as he laughs. …The Holy Grail does not choose, just like the old man says. Masters are chosen by the Holy Grail, Servants are given form with the Holy Grail's power, and they stay in this world with the help of the Masters. The rules are intentionally distorted and spread around. The girl knows that the purpose of the Holy Grail War is actually the other way around.

The Holy Grail is merely something to be filled. Masters are not chosen, but prepared as part of the ritual. And Servants are merely tools used to open the gate―――

"…Hah. Aren't you the one who got your mind poisoned? The Holy Grail that becomes the container has no will, but the Great Holy Grail that chooses the Masters does. You people tried to fill the Holy Grail by summoning heroic spirits because the prototype is here, in this land. ―――Well, I'm sure the Makiri blood declined because you, the person concerned, forgot about such a thing." Her voice is cold. The old man accepts her scorn with a laugh.

"Oh, there is no need to worry. Makiri's decline will end now. The matter is about to be completed. The plan was to take part in the next ritual, but I was blessed with good game pieces. My earnest desire is about to come true." "I see. Then do as you wish. I'm not interested in you. I don't like having vessels besides myself, but you're going to fail anyway. I won't bother you, so why don't you go back to the pit where you belong?"

"You do not need to tell me. The sunlight is tough on this old body of mine, so I'll return to my nest once my business is done. But―――I get rather uneasy when things run too smoothly like this. I shall take your body just in case. My dearest wish is virtually complete if I can seize you here."

―――Hostility lights up in the old man. The white skull gets up, but stops in contrast to the old man's wish. "――――――――" It's obvious why. The white-masked assassin is overawed by the giant who's protecting the girl. He has no chance to defeat such a foe. He will be cut in half with one blow if he steps in―――― The assassin does not move because he is sure of that fact.

"…Heh. Your Servant's a coward, just like his Master. He doesn't have to fight if he's so scared of dying. Do you two value your lives so much?" "――――――――" There's no reply. Assassin does not speak, but his master laughs in his place.

"Of course I value my life! My wish is immortality. His wish is for his name to remain forever. We struggle on together for our same goal." "…Are you mad? You desire the Holy Grail to grant you immortality?" Hatred shows in the girl's eyes. His grin widens still further. It's as if he was waiting for that scornful reaction.

"Of course. Look at this body. It rots by the second, reeking of decay, melts my flesh and bones, and my brain deteriorates and loses its knowledge. ―――This pain. Do you understand the pain of rotting alive?" "…That's your own fault. A human body cannot endure a hundred years of life. Compensation is needed if you want to surpass that. If it's painful, you can be at ease if you die."

"――――――――Ka." The old body trembles. The magus shakes, as if wracked by coughing, and… "Kaka, kakakakaka…! I thought so, Einzbern! You people have had the same thought processes for a thousand years! You are just a puppet, after all! You will never know what it means to be human!" He laughs from the bottom of his heart.

"…What did you say?" "――――Fool. Listen closely, daughter of winter. For people, there is no regret greater than death. The pain of my rotten flesh becoming the nest for worms is like a pus in my brain compared to death. The sole escape from the pain is to keep myself alive. Saying you will be freed from the pain if you die is proof that you are not alive. That is why you are a mere puppet. Your hurriedly constructed body should not last for another year. A short-lived artificial product cannot understand human passion…!"

"―――Right, I don't understand. You're an exception even within the humans. You can't accept your life span even though you've lived for that long. I can only think that you're crazy. Do you want not to die that bad?"

"Of course not. I cannot die. I do not want to die. I have to stay in this world and live on. But I am at my limit. What I need now is a vessel that will last forever without decay. ――――That is why…" "That's why you want to obtain the Holy Grail? You seek the Holy Grail because you're afraid of death?"

"Hah, is there anyone that does not fear death? Understand, it matters little what conclusions you come to in your life. You cannot overcome the collapse of your body or the end of the world. Let this be a lesson to you. If there is a way to prolong your life and if it is within reach――――humans are creatures that will obtain it, even at the cost of the world itself…!"

"―――Then you're saying you'll sacrifice everyone else so you can stay alive?" "Of course. I would gladly kill everyone in the world if that would grant my wish. There is no end to human greed. I am sure you will cut down all the trees in this forest if the trees are a medicine to prolong your life. Even if they may only prolong your life for a day. Killing a part of the world for another day of life. That desire shall drive you to go kill every tree in this world."

"You will not care if the world dies because of your actions. Isn't it natural? Throughout history, humanity has expanded, grown, prospered, and nourished in this way. There is no space for chain reaction now. If humans are going to eventually die off, nobody will care even if I do not act in concert…!"

The old man speaks happily. After looking at him in surprise… "―――I'm utterly amazed. You lost your way to that extent?" The girl speaks in a voice not her own.

"…Wh… at?" "Recall where our desire for a miracle came from. Why we are particular about having human form, and why we are trying to reach an inhuman place while keeping our human form."

"――――――――" His laugh stops. The old magus squints, as if peering into the distant sky. "―――Hah, well said for a puppet. So Justicia's mimicry is already imprinted in you." He distorts his face in hatred and glares at the white girl.

"――――Enough talk. The time for play is over. I need your body, but I do not need your mind. I, Makiri Zouken, will take the Einzbern's Holy Grail." "――――――――" The old man's shadow creeps across the ground. …With that, the pressure on the girl increases.

"[wacky len=12]" The black giant enters battle without waiting for the girl's order. "No…! Come back, Berserker…!" The girl's voice does not reach him. The black giant, accompanied by a whirlwind, mows down the pressing shadow, but――――

End of Interlude

Sounds of wind. The wind running through the forest and shaking the trees is something I've heard before.

"――――――――" The tremors are growing more intense. …We're closing in on the source. It's probably on the other side of that next thicket. The battle to decide the strongest is raging just behind those dense trees――――

"…!" My feet stop. A second before I burst into the open, I skid to a halt and hide myself.

"Berserker…!?" Tohsaka also hides behind a tree and stares at the disastrous scene in the clearing.

―――The place is literally a battlefield. There are three Servants fighting. One is the black giant, Berserker. Another is the white, skull-masked killer, Assassin. And the last one――――the last one is…

"…Hey. Could that be…?" Tohsaka's voice is shaking. "――――――――" I can't really hear her. Even though she's right next to me, her whisper doesn't register for some reason.

The third Servant. I'm seeing the one clad in black armor for the first time. But… "――――No way…" She reminds me of someone I know really well.

"[wacky len=9]――――!" The black giant howls. An attack powerful enough to destroy a mountain swings through empty space, smashing down into the ground.

"――――――――" Even the flying rubble does not cause her to falter. The source of the raging wind must be that black swordsman, and the black figure makes her way through Berserker's sword and the flying clods and attacks at his defenseless body.

"[wacky len=12]" The anguish is the giant's. His body of steel can nullify almost any attack. But the black swordsman cuts it like nothing. The sword stains the giant's side black, just like darkness consuming light.

"No, run away, Berserker…! You won't be able to come back if it defeats you…! You don't have to fight anymore, so hurry…!" Ilya sounds like she's crying.

"It's useless. You cannot run away after being surrounded by them. Maybe if it was two against one, but even the great hero will lose here with three against one." Matou Zouken laughs.

The two Masters, Ilya and Zouken, confront each other while their Servants stand in front of them as shields.

In front of Zouken is Assassin, who must have been defeated by Berserker. In front of Ilya is Berserker, his entire body covered in black.

…The ground beneath his feet has turned into a black pond. It is not soil, but a bottomless swamp, sealing his movements. Not only that, but black veins are coming out of the swamp, restraining the giant's limbs.

…I know what that is. That has to be the "black shadow". But for an instant…

"………" It looks like something I know.

"――――!" The deafening crash shocks me back to reality. …The situation is hopeless. Berserker is strong. Even though the shadow has nearly engulfed him, he still stands against the swordsman.

But he's at his limit. The black swordsman charges and slashes at Berserker. Even if they are equally strong, Berserker's movement is further restricted with each passing second. …Then… The balance will only tip further towards the swordsman the longer they fight.

"――――Hm, the match is decided. I shall leave the rest to you, Assassin. It will be dangerous for me to remain here. Capture the Einzbern girl as soon as Berserker is consumed and return to me." His figure grows hazy. He vanishes from the forest, leaving Assassin behind.

"…Look. That thing swallows anything it sees. All the more if it is a clump of magical energy. Make sure the girl of Einzbern does not get swallowed."

…His presence, along with his figure, fades away. Zouken has disappeared. The only ones remaining are Assassin and Berserker. And the black swordsman, raising her sword.

"――――No. Even you will die, Berserker. So run away, Berserker." Ilya murmurs in an emotionless voice. "[wacky len=12]" What did he make of that? The giant advances with a roar.

"Wha――――" His advance is like a storm. "[wacky len=12]" Berserker charges, kicking away the black shadow that has swallowed him up to his knees.

It is an impossible action. The mud below him isn't the only thing binding him, as the black shadow is coiled all about his body. He cannot move forward. Berserker cannot even take a step forward with his body bound by the black shadow.

For that reason, he tore his body apart. He grabbed his chest, and tore off the black shadow with a sound. ―――He tore off his flesh along with the shadow, going deep enough to expose his bones.

The giant bursts into motion. With the force of a whirlwind behind it, the next swing will surely destroy the black swordsman. It will be his last attack. He has ripped his body apart and is executing this attack on the verge of his death. There is no way his attack isn't fatal.

And in response… The swordsman meets it with her strong attack.

"No――――stop, Berserker…!" Ilya starts to run. She dashes frantically to Berserker, as if she doesn't see the shadow expanding at his feet.

"Ilya……!" I can't do anything even if I go out now. I have no hope of winning against either the shadow or the swordsman. But still――――

But still――――I have to stop Ilya…!

"No, don't go, Ilya――――!" I jump out from behind the tree. I grab Ilya from behind as

she runs toward Berserker. …The mad warrior's roar, the strong wind, and an explosion that even takes away my vision. They all flow into my numb ears at once.

I hold Ilya in my arms as the wind knocks me to the ground. White light fills my vision, and I can't even manage to stand up. …No. Standing up never crosses my mind.

"――――――――" …My body feels hot. Something deep within me resonates with the attack. I don't understand why, but this heat is in resonance with the Noble Phantasm.

"How―――――――"

My breathing has been deadened, just like my vision. I can't do anything right now. My body will not function as a human being as long as that sword is engraved in my eyes.

"――――――Absurd."

I'm entranced. My heart is taken away by something I only saw for an instant.

…That thing is an illusion far superior to the numerous other Noble Phantasms. There are many that are crafted more splendidly and with better skill. But the beauty of that Noble Phantasm is not its appearance. No, to describe this sword as beautiful would only dirty it.

The sword is not beautiful, but sacred. People's conception, legends weaved only out of hope. It's not a myth, nor is it inhuman work. It is a crystal trained by heart alone―――and that is why that sword will reign as the strongest fantasy.

―――My vision returns. The sky is lit with dark-red light and is dark like night. The light that split the forest must have been darkness itself. The fire is burning silently, but the air is still cold. Is it something that freezes oxygen instead of burning it? The darkly lit forest lowers its temperature.

"――――――――" A swordsman is standing with the black fire in the background. With Ilya still in my arms, I glare at the pointed sword.

I don't feel any hostility from the swordsman. I fear my death, and at the same time, grit my teeth in vexation.

―――It's different. She's a different person. It's not just her hostility. …She's… I don't feel any of the nobility I previously felt from her.

Her helm breaks. It must have been Berserker's last attack. Her face is revealed, and although she is completely different, she's still the same.

"Sa… ber." "――――――――" There's no reply. The now golden eyes do not reveal anything, but plainly look down at us.

"――――Shirou." Ilya's voice is trembling. A sword is pointed at her, and Berserker is sinking into the shadow behind Saber. The defeat of her Servant and her impending death. Any young girl would tremble in this situation.

"―――――――Saber." I shake off any unnecessary emotions. I hug Ilya harder and put strength into my free right arm.

――――Now's not the time to be spaced out. I'm going to save Ilya. I'm going to save Ilya and return to my home. So I can't just cower and wait for my death――――!

"――――!" Saber swings her sword. She tries to slash at me as I stand up――――and at that instant, parries three arrows shot from her side.

"Archer…!?" I get to my feet, still holding Ilya in one arm. "Don't stop! Take Ilya and run!" The swords clash. Archer shot at Saber, and attacked her without pause.

"……!" "―――――――" But it doesn't do much. Even with his godlike speed, Saber easily repels his twin blades.

"Guh…!" Archer is acting strangely. Looking, I see that the black shadow is entangling around his feet.

"―――How unsightly, Archer. True heroic spirits cannot oppose the layer of the cursed world. Right now, you are no different from the apparitions in this forest."

…The cool voice is definitely Saber's. She easily smashes the black shadow and…

"Guh…!" …Sends Archer flying into the forest behind him.

"Wha――――" She struck with enough force to throw him back, in spite of his defense and the shadow holding his feet.

"――――――――" And once again… Saber confronts us silently. ―――Her eyes. They tell me she has resolved to kill me if I do not hand Ilya over.

"…Shirou." Ilya lets go of my arm. It seems she wants me to hand her over, and the last switch is tripped inside my head.

"――――Stay back. Tohsaka is in the forest. She should be able to do something if you make it there." I push Ilya behind me and grip the wooden sword with both hands.

…I hold it at the ready, right in front of me. I'll drive all of my power and magical energy as soon as Saber charges at me.

"――――――――" That's all I can do now. I have nothing to say to her. I can't apologize, nor can I tell her to come back. I can't say something like that when she hasn't said anything herself.

―――Saber is in front of me as an enemy. Then the only way to answer her is to fight with all my might.

"……!" …I take aim. I won't even try to take her life at the cost of my own. Saber taught me that such tactics are useless. An attack with the premise of your death is only effective against an opponent as strong as you. Against Saber, I can't hope for something as good as a mutual kill.

Therefore, I'm only aiming at one spot. Her helmet shattered, so her head must be damaged somewhat. That's where I'm going to strike with all my might. I'll defeat my enemy and live on. Unless I get that clear image in my head, I won't even be a match against Saber――――!

"――――――――" She's coming…! Dodge it, dodge it, dodge it, dodge it…! I don't care if I look miserable. I don't care if I have to crawl on the ground. Unless I dodge this attack, I can never protect Ilya――――

"Oh."

―――I'm dead. I've fought Saber before, so I know this will be fatal. The lightning-fast attack comes from the upper left. Slicing through my neck will be as easy as mowing rice.

…But. My head is still attached. Saber's sword stopped just shy of my throat.

"――――――――" …What happened? She silently sheathes her sword and jumps away.

"――――!" …Could that be her reason? The black pond expands on the ground. The "shadow" is about to crawl out of there.

…I'm sure of it. That's the thing I saw at the park the other night. An unknown thing that's just like a cluster of curse―――

"My duty is complete. I shall leave the rest to you." "I appreciate it. This is an easy job. I can make up for losing against the Majnun." Saber walks over to the black mud.

…And. She sinks into the mud, just like Berserker did.

"――――――――" I watch her until she completely disappears. ―――I don't care why she's still in this world or why she's my enemy now. Now that we're enemies, all we can do is fight. That is the nature of this war.

"――――――――" …But still. I think for a second―――that she wouldn't have been stained black like that if I had been stronger.

"Emiya-kun…!" "――――!" Tohsaka's voice brings me back to myself. ―――In front of me are the approaching "black shadow" and Assassin, whose white mask is distorted with a smile.

"Let's run away, Ilya…!" I take Ilya's hand and start running. "――――――――" Ilya takes one sad glance at the mud that swallowed Berserker, then keeps back her tears as she starts running.

We run through the forest. In front of me is Tohsaka, leading the way. Behind us is Assassin, pursuing us through the trees.

"Behind you, Emiya-kun…!" She must be worried about us. Even though she could've escaped by now, she slows down and turns to look at us.

"……!" I know that the enemy is right behind us. But I can't shake him off. Servant Assassin is after us. There's no way I can shake him off when I have Ilya with――――

"――――That is far enough. There is no need for you."

"What…?" I hear an ominous voice right by my ear. When I look to my side…

I see a white death's head, smiling as he licks the dagger.

"Guh――――!?" The masked figure is knocked away. While running beside me, Assassin was thrown off-guard by a kick to the side.

"…Hah. So you cannot even kill a kid unless you attack him by surprise, you third-rate?" Archer does not slacken his pace as he talks.

"I will take the rear. You take Ilya and run. ―――Hurry. We'll all die if that thing catches up to us." Archer is looking at Assassin and something else that is coming from behind him.

"――――――――" …It's after us. That shadow is coming after us while staining the ground black――――!

"What is that, Archer…!?" "We can talk later. Run, kid. You took Ilya's hand, so protect her until the very end."

Archer slows down a bit and goes behind us. …At that instant. Right before he leaves, he gives Ilya a look heavy with regret.

I go through the forest with the sound of clashing swords at my back. As Assassin follows, he is obstructed by Archer's efforts.

"Nu, guh――――" Unable to sustain the offensive, Assassin is once again forced to retreat. Their attacks are matched. Even the daggers thrown at me are shot down, and it's obvious that Assassin is not in control of the fight. But it's not because Assassin is weak.

"Hah――――!" Archer repels the multitude of daggers. His vigor is incomparable to before. ――――The scales of victory are tipping towards Archer. I don't know why, but he is as strong as a fierce god right now.

"Nu――――how can you still move…!?" With even his strongest attack repelled, Assassin raises his voice as he retreats. In response…

"It's simple. I'm not a respectable hero like the others. A heroic spirit that is not pure is no different from that mud. In other words――――" Archer must consider it his chance of victory, as Archer charges. "Although it is not to your degree, I am a distorted heroic spirit as well……!" He cuts the white skull with one blow.

"Gi――――!" The black cloak scatters in all directions. Assassin retreats, clutching at his broken mask.

It is not a retreat to regroup, but a retreat to save his life. The black Servant runs away from Archer and disappears into the trees.

"Nice job…! We don't have to worry about getting overtaken now…!"

"Thanks for the hard work, Archer. You're tired right? You can return to spirit form and rest."

Tohsaka looks relieved. "――――Rin!" Behind her… "――――Toh-" It appears, as if born from the trees' shadows.

"Huh, what?" She looks behind her. At the same time, the black shadow extends its tentacle and――――

"Toh… saka――――" I won't make it even if I run. I'll witness Tohsaka getting pierced by that black tentacle.

"Guh――――" But the one I actually see impaled is Archer, who pushes Tohsaka aside.

"Huh……?" Tohsaka looks up at Archer without comprehension.

"――――――――" It's the end for Archer. He's still breathing, and he's not bleeding much. It should be possible for him to heal himself even if he is pierced, as long as it's not fatal. …But somehow, I understand that Archer cannot fight anymore.

…That thing kills Servants. No matter how strong a heroic spirit one is, one cannot beat that black shadow as long as one is summoned as a Servant. I vaguely comprehend that fact for some reason.

"No way… What… are you doing… Archer?" …Tohsaka must have felt the same thing. She calls to Archer with a trembling voice, stands up unsteadily, and―――― "Don't come…! Run away, you fool…!" Archer's shout stops her cold.

―――The black shadow throbs. The forest is dying. All the magical energy here is being sucked by that shadow.

"――――" For some stupid reason, it reminds me of a water balloon. It's like putting more water into an already-full balloon. It's expanding beyond capacity, and I get the bad image of it explo――――

"Crap." We'll get sucked up. If we stay here, we'll be engulfed for sure. …Archer pulls out the tentacle that pierced him and starts to run to Tohsaka. Then I――――

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thefirstknife · 1 year ago

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The lore you're thinking of is Star Jasmine, exotic ship earned from Wellspring! This details what appears to be how Savathun took Osiris out of the Hellmouth and into her throne world where he was, presumably, being kept until we freed him.

Since this comes from Wellspring and Wellspring is referenced in the lore tab, this is most likely explaining how Savathun created the Wellspring in her throne world which is where the Light is being kept to sustain the throne world itself. It seems like Savathun used Light from this Guardian and possibly from Osiris, to make the Wellspring function. So "this realm" would be the throne world and Osiris was the first to see it since Savathun brought him there.

But I am intrigued by the rest of your thought process here and Nezarec's potential involvement. After all, Osiris appears to have been brought to the throne world in a state of dreaming. He remained in some sort of unconscious state for the duration of his stay in Savathun's captivity and that state (the coma he was in) continued even after we freed him. I'll go into detailed stuff under:

To this day we have no idea where his mind "went." It appears he was not entirely.... there... while in a coma. In Season of the Risen, when Caiatl's Psions were helping us contain Lucent Hive in a mindscape, by using their powerful psychic abilities, Saint went to Mithrax with an idea:

The Titan took a ragged breath. His voice was a hoarse whisper: "Could the Psion machine… connect my mind with his? So that I might share his dreams?" Mithrax felt useless. He spoke softly: "The Psion tells me the subject must have residual activity for a reading, and Osiris has been asleep very long.

The bit about "subject must have residual activity for a reading" sounded super concerning at the time. Did this mean that machines could not detect activity within Osiris' brain? But we know that he had activity, because we had lore tabs from his POV during his coma. Obviously this is the benefit of us as readers with more information, but it shows that to the outsiders, it appeared as if Osiris was... not really in his body? So to speak? Perhaps not entirely? So where was he?

Clearly he had some awareness of his surroundings, given that he was able to sometimes see what Savathun was doing. He was also able to connect with her memories. In Wolftone Draw from Lost he sees glimpses of what Savathun was doing in the physical world. In LF CE, he mentions seeing "glimpses" of her memories and thoughts, bu in there he also mentions that most of the time he was "delirious and lost in Darkness." Darkness being capitalised is interesting; he wasn't lost in "darkness" as in just a place that is dark. He was lost in "Darkness," the paracausal power.

This is further explored in the most fascinating bit of his POV before he woke up, Falcon's Chase. Just the flavour text alone mentions "glimpses" and "dreams" again. It also describes how it felt to be "delirious and lost in Darkness." He also seems to, at least in one moment, recognise that his physical body, his hand, is being held by Saint. But at the end of Falcon's Chase, there's an inexplicable description of what Osiris was going through that to this day is completely baffling:

A familiar voice calls out, sonorous against the abyss, incomprehensible but sweet. I think I hear the fluttering of wings, but the hum of the Sundial gives no direction. How long has it been?

This is a far cry from his descriptions of being "lost in Darkness." Instead, here he hears some voice (unexplained, most definitely not Saint because he would recognise him) and the fluttering of wings. And then he mentions the Sundial, in a way that almost implies he thinks of himself as still being in there. And then he wonders how long has it been.

This is super bizarre for a number of reasons, mostly because mentioning the Sundial over 3 years after it's been last used and was reportedly decommissioned is... strange. Why did Osiris think of the Sundial? Why did he think that its hum could give him a direction? Did his mind somehow go back there? Did he somehow connect to some of his copies that were still in there? Osiris was no stranger to splitting his consciousness and sending it to wander the corridors of time.

Most importantly, we still don't know what Osiris did to make the Sundial; specifically, what he used as its core. The only thing we know is that it's something dangerous, very likely of Darkness origin, and that it whispers. It was so odd that even Drifter, who helped Osiris finish the Sundial, thought of it as too dangerous. Not only that, but the Sundial's core fed on Light. And even more than that, the Sundial attracted the Psions; no one else was able to find it, except for the Psion Flayer sisters who were not only drawn to it, but knew how to use it almost instinctively.

And what connects all of that? Nezarec. Drifter's involvement (Drifter personally collected one of the relics), dangerous psychic powers, whispering, Darkness, his influence on the Psions, dreams, the relics... The Sundial's core is, possibly, a piece of Nezarec. A relic, just like the ones we collected during Plunder. It's almost too perfect; the reason why Osiris was able to retreat back to the Sundial in his mind and why he was able to be woken up by the relics of Nezarec was because he was connected to that, through the Sundial and that's where his mind would go to, powered by the psychic powers of Nezarec. Post about this (pre-Lightfall: this was obviously not elaborated on in the game since, but it's possible it might be at some point in the future).

There could be another explanation for all of this of course, especially for the Sundial's core. There could also be that there really is no explanation that is super necessary for writers to tell us: Osiris' coma was paracausal in nature and we will never know the details of what happened. But the mention of the Sundial in Osiris' comatose dreams has been intriguing to me ever since it first dropped, and with the recent revelations about Nezarec and the use of his relics to wake Osiris up, I can't help but wonder if his mind did wander around, to the Sundial and beyond, influenced by his meddling with Nezarec's powers. So in a way, yeah, perhaps Osiris' consciousness was in some way, somehow, tied to Nezarec's twisted mind.

I'm fairly sure that they're done with Nezarec himself, despite his promise that he'll continue to plague our dreams. But a few points about him still remain. Namely, the introduction of his Acolytes of Nezarec and the proof that he influenced the Psion civilisation at some point in the past. The Psions are still largely unresolved as a faction and there's a whole section of Psions working on their own for their own goals (The Conclave). These are all possible plot threads we might be following after TFS. Perhaps we'll never truly know what exactly happened with Osiris, but I feel like some of these things they told us are supposed to act as hints. It would certainly make a lot of sense that there's a link here between all of these points.

Regarding Nezarec Tea and Osiris

I made some theories on why Nezarec's remains worked on waking up Osiris.

(Honourable mention to my partner, Mika, who listened to everything I had to say. I adore you.)

To start,

There is a lore entry somewhere about Xivu / Savathûn bringing a woman into a 'realm'. I could not recall which book was this from, since I read a lot in a single sitting. But this entry basically tells that Xivu (?) brought this woman inside the 'realm' that Savathûn was keeping Osiris in. Paraphrased conversation went something like:

"Is that- Osiris? Sagira's shell... What did you do to her!?"

"Hush, child. He is the first to see this realm."

I will reiterate I do not remember if this was Sav or Xivu, but the lore still stands.

So, what does this have to do with Nezzie and Nezzie Tea?

Well, Savathûn betrayed Nezarec and cursed his remains after she killed him. Entombed him somewhere in a pyramid and all. Perhaps, during that period of time, Sav has been using Nezzie's mind as a prison for Osiris? Osiris, as described in his struggles during his imprisonment and possession (wailing and shouting for Saint. Seeing he's there but cannot actually call to him), is not only trapped in his mind, but within another mind that is Nezarec.

Another spinoff I made was based on the usage of the word 'realm'. Since Nezarec is a disciple of pure Darkness, so being imprisoned in the mind of Nezarec is being imprisoned in Darkness. His mind and the realm is literally Darkness.

Both versions of my theory does lead to the logic of using Nezarec's remains to bring Osiris back to consciousness.

I'm not entirely sure if this is mentioned in the story, I do not have the expansion, I just thought it would be interesting to dive into why Nezarec was made into tea and how it woke up our beloved bird grandpa.

I apologize for any flaws in my theory and my retelling of lore.

I thank you for reading. <3

#destiny 2 #osiris #nezarec #lore vibing #long post #i'll never let this go it's just something that is on my mind all the time #the sundial that is. and its core. and whatever osiris did to make it #and then his mind went back to it while he was in the coma. baffling #as i said this may not be as important as we're making it out to be but it's an interesting little detail that i'm curious about #also another point that seems to be building up somehow (possibly) is also the consequences for mithrax from the relics #they keep reminding us that he is not doing the best ever since he performed that ritual with the relics to wake osiris #another possible plot for some future stories after TFS

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thinkingaboutbetterdays · 3 years ago

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unconditional. ( gregory house x reader )

Your relationship had endured many tests, which was not uncommon around House. You felt as if your relationship was growing stronger since his return from rehab after two months of worrying about him. To fall asleep in his arms was the greatest feeling, knowing he was safe.

The past few days, his temper was shorter than normal and that was caused by one thing—his team.

You rarely visited for lunch because your job was miles in the opposite direction, but today, you had the day off, and you wanted to make sure he had a decent meal.

You waited in his office, placing the containers on his desk to pass the time. You looked up when the door opened, seeing his team enter.

You greeted them with a smile, and Foreman and Chase went to find House while Cameron lingered.

You looked up at her when you realized she was still there, and you sent her a small, unsure smile. She walked closer, and your eyebrows furrowed when you saw the misty look in her eyes. "I am so sorry." She began. "If you need someone to talk to, I want you to know I'm here."

You were surprised when she hugged you. "Um, thank you." You pulled away, "But I have no idea what you're talking about."

Cameron looked confused, "House." She paused, "He has brain cancer."

Your eyes widened, and she looked equally surprised and baffled. "He hasn't told you, has he?"

You shakily picked up your handbag, heading to the door. "Sorry. Excuse me." You walked out of House's office and went to knock on Wilson's door.

"Come in." He looked up, surprised to see you.

"Is it true?" You asked, closing the door.

James sighed, putting down his pen, and you slowly sank into a chair in front of his desk.

"Why didn't he tell me?"

"He didn't want anyone to know," James explained. "I only found out yesterday."

"How long does he have?" You asked.

"A year at the most. He's going to Boston for treatment." James sighed. "I can't believe he never mentioned it to you."

You wiped away the fallen tears and stood, heading to the door. "I'll see you later."

Before he could speak, the door was closed, and James shook his head with a sigh. Of all people, House should have told you about the cancer treatment.

When he returned to his office, House was surprised to find the lunch on his desk, though a smile formed at your thoughtfulness. He wondered where you were and Foreman told him you were in his office ten minutes ago.

The team returned after their treatment started to fail, and their patient's condition worsened, and House was in the middle of shutting down possible diagnoses when Wilson stormed in.

"What is the matter with you?"

House turned to him, "I'm gonna need you to narrow it down."

"You didn't tell Y/N about having cancer?"

"She has a right to know." She told him.

He rolled his eyes, understanding why you hadn't stayed for lunch. His temper rose, turning to his team. "Okay, who told her? Cameron met his gaze, and he scoffed. "Of course."

"If there was something to know about, then yeah." He started heading to the door. "All you did was scare her."

"You're right; you do it enough."

He laughed sarcastically, not sparing a glance back, heading straight for the elevator.

You were in the bedroom when he arrived home, and despite the many phone calls from Cuddy, he was determined to fix this before it was too late, and you had called every hospital worldwide for the best oncologist.

"Yes, I can have them sent over."

He inwardly groaned when he heard you on the phone. He closed the door and heard you hurriedly hanging up before you appeared in the doorway.

"What are you doing here? Are you feeling okay? Do you need me to -"

"I don't have brain cancer." He interrupted.

You shook your head. "Don't worry. I found this Doctor in -"

"No, I really don't have brain cancer."

Your eyebrows furrowed, "So why did Cameron say-"

"I lied!" He sighed when he saw the realization on your face that he was lying to get medication. He expected disappointment or any form of shame at the lies he had spun to acquire drugs. He was surprised, however, when you hugged him tightly.

"Oh, thank god." You nuzzled your head into his neck, and he wrapped his arms around you.

"So, you're not mad?"

You lifted your head to meet his gaze, shaking your head. "No, well, yes. But I'm just glad you're okay. Well, as okay as you normally are."

He opened his mouth to speak, but you silenced him with a kiss, bringing him closer. "I love you."

He smiled, "I love you too."

He wrapped his arms around you when you placed your head on his shoulder. He didn't deserve someone like you. You accepted his flaws, and although you had tried to change him in the beginning, your mindset had changed. You didn't want him to change because this was the man you fell for. However damaged he may be.

#gregory house #gregory house x reader #greg house #greg house x reader #house m.d.

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wheeler-beretta-harwood · 2 years ago

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Meant To Be (Cash Wheeler x Reader)

Chapter Thirteen

warnings: angst, mention of cheating, mention of domestic violence

You were laying in the sun, trying to finally get a good tan. It was such a nice place to stay for the weekend, the pool glistening in the afternoon sun, little palm trees surrounding the pool area. Damn, you could definitely see yourself living here.

"Here you go. Tequila Sunrise, with lots of tequila, sorry. My inner Dax kind of took control while I mixed this." Cash chuckled as he handed you the drink. You grinned up at him and took the glass. You wanted to tell him it was okay, but as soon as you took a sip, you choked and started coughing.

"Holy fuck! Is there anything else in it besides tequila!?"

He laughed as he sat down on the lounger next to you. "Not much, no."

"Let's switch. I take your beer, you take this atrocity." You didn't even wait for his response, but took his drink right away from him, downing half of it with one gulp in order to get rid of the taste in your mouth. "Aaah, much better.........What?" You noticed him staring at you, though you couldn't see the look in his eyes due to his sunglasses.

"Nothin'. I'm just glad you're here for the weekend." He said, taking the drink out of your hand and running his fingers through your hair before laying down next to you. When he drank, he grimaced causing you to laugh out loud.

"Okay, that is vile. Sorry, Darlin."

"You better be." The two of you shared a smile, and then sighed simultaneously before relaxing in the sun. Life was good.

A few minutes of silence passed before Cash's phone rang. "Hey Jay. How are ya? -- Yeah, just chillin right now. -- Really? -- Well, fucking finally. Karma is a bitch after all. He deserves that...and more. Does Mom know? -- Uh-huh, yeah, I'll tell her. Bye!" After he hung up, a sly grin was plastered on his face.

"Good news?" You curiously glanced over to him and stretched out your legs.

"Yeah."

That was it. You waited for more information, but nothing.

"So you're not gonna tell?"

He sighed heavily. "Y/N, you wouldn't understand...it's a long story."

"Well, I've got all weekend, ya know."

Yet another heavy sigh. You could tell he was annoyed by you, but you honestly didn't care right now. You wanted the story.

"My stepfather was hospitalized two days ago. Problems with his liver. He almost drank himself to death. Serves him right." The last part he mumbled to himself, but you heard it nonetheless.

You sat up and turned your body in his direction, taking off your sunglasses. "How the hell is that good news, Cash?!" You were completely baffled by what he just said. That didn't sound like Cash at all. Not the Cash you knew and loved.

"See, I told ya you wouldn't understand."

"Then fucking explain it to me."

Cash now sat up as well and faced you. "I don't wanna talk about it. Okay!?" His voice was louder than he wanted it to be, but he couldn't contain his anger.

You scoffed, stood up and made your way back to the house. "I'm pretty sure Lindsay knows everything about it." Venom dripped from your words, you were hurt he didn't want to talk to you, and angry at the little he had said. You needed to be away from him right now.

As soon as he heard what you said, he stood up and followed you inside. "What did you just say?" The anger in his voice actually scared you for a moment, but you replied anyway. "You heard what I said."

"What does she have to do with it?" He asked while he grabbed your wrist to stop you from running away from him. When you turned around and pulled your hand away from him, tears had already formed in your eyes, threatening to spill any moment. All the doubts and fears that had bottled up all those weeks, up to this point, just exploded out of your mouth.

"Nothing...Everything...I don't know, Cash. And you wanna know why? Because you don't fucking talk to me! You don't tell me about your stepfather, you don't tell me about Lindsay. You don't tell me shit!" You tried to calm yourself down, but the tears were falling already, and your voice was shaky.

"Cash, I am sorry, but I can't go on like this. It's eating me up on the inside. Why is it you never open up to me? It's like you don't trust me at all, while I've been an open book to you. You know everything about my shitty past, about my family...my brother. And I get nothing from you."

"What do you want to hear? That the asshole of my stepfather used to beat the living shit out of me and my mother whenever he was drunk?! And he was drunk every fucking day? That I basically ran away from home at 15 because I couldn't take it anymore?! You wanna hear about Lindsay? How she tried to talk me into quitting wrestling, so I could be with her all the damn time? That the woman I loved then decided to cheat on me with one of my best friends three weeks before our supposed wedding day? That's the past, it doesn't matter anymore!"

Tears of anger and pain fell from his eyes. His sudden outburst surprised not only you, but him as well. He didn't know why he yelled at you, you had done nothing wrong. But he was unable to control himself either.

"It does matter! Your past is hanging over me like a shadow. Over us! Do you even realize what you just said? Love? You can say it about her, but not to me?!"

"Y/N, I am sorry, I didn't mean it." Cash looked torn, his voice soft again. He didn't want to hurt you, it was the last thing he ever wanted. But he had done it, and regretted it deeply. He tried to hold your hand, but you stepped away further from him.

For a few moments, you didn't say anything. No, you couldn't say anything.

When he started again, trying to explain himself somehow, you shook your head at him.

"No. You meant that. You loved her, maybe you still do, I don't know. But you don't love me, not like her. And I am in too deep with this relationship. Whatever it is to you, Cash. I just can't - I can't go on like this. It's either all or nothing for me. And right now it looks like I'll get nothing. So if you want, go back to Lindsay, I won't stop you. No strings attached. Maybe she'll treat you better than last time. Better than I ever could."

You paused for a second, before you finally said.

"It's best I leave right now. I just need some space. I think we both do."

Cash's eyes got blurry again. "Please don't leave, Darlin. Please. I need you."

His pleading broke your heart. There wasn't anything you'd rather do than stay with him. But you knew it'd be the wrong choice.

So you softly shook your head at him.

"I'll give you the last bit of money I owe you next week in Philly. I'll see you there, I guess." You said as you walked up to his bedroom to pack your things and leave.

"Y/N, please don't go. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." He followed you, trying his hardest to make you change your mind. But to no avail, you had made your decision.

When you were done packing, you walked up to him with your suitcase. He had stopped trying to persuade you a few minutes earlier and now just stood there in utter defeat as he watched your every move.

You wanted to at least hug him before you left, but you knew if you did, you'd give in. "Goodbye, Cash." You walked past him, not daring to turn around once more, and left to go back to Jacksonville.

Cash stood there for several minutes, not moving an inch. He tried to understand what happened, and then remembered Dax's words. 'Don't act surprised if she gets suspicious'

...If only he would have listened to him. At least this one time...

But you were gone now.

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"Sooooo, you were really cryptic. What's up? You.....look like shit. Sorry." Emma came over to your place as soon as you asked her to.

You tried to answer her, but only choked on your words as you teared up again.

"Oh Sweetie, what happened?" She said as she threw her arms around you, comforting you as best as she could.

After a few more sobs, you weakly stated. "Cash...I...we had a fight. I think it's over."

"What?!" Emma was holding you even tighter now, soothingly rubbing your back.

"Oh, Y/N, it's probably not that bad. He'd never leave you, he-"

"I left him, Emma."

Your best friend moved away from you a little to look you in the eyes. Her furrowed brow told you that she was confused. "Tell me what happened. When you're ready." She said before walking you over to your couch and sitting you down. "Do you want a drink? Water? Coffee? Alcohol?"

"I should be the one asking that, you're my guest after all..." You weakly smiled. "But, yeah, I could really use a shot. Or two."

Emma chuckled and went to get a bottle of whiskey from your cabinet and two glasses. Then she sat next to you and poured herself and you some of the amber liquor. You clanked your glasses and she smiled at you when you downed your drink in one gulp. You grimaced a bit because of the burning in your throat, before explaining what had happened at Cash's place earlier that day, mentioning your fight about his ex, but leaving out his family background. Then you told her what happened after the concert, when you confessed his love to him and got nothing in return. And you mentioned how Lindsay called him when you had dinner, and he straight up lied in your face about it.

Your friend listened to all of it, all while holding your hand. She didn't interrupt you which you appreciated. When you were finished, you sighed. "Do you think I overreacted? Maybe I was too hard on him."

Emma shook her head. "You did what you thought was right. And honestly, if I were you, I would have slapped him right at the concert." She paused for a moment before starting again. "So, where do you want to go from here? Do you want to talk to him next week? Or are we avoiding him like the plague? I'll make sure he leaves you alone, if that's what you want."

"I don't know what I want, Ems. I want him. But he should want me just as much. And I don't think he does." Your eyes got teary again.

She squeezed your hand before she told you a little secret she had kept for so long. "You know, Y/N, my very first encounter with Cash was months ago. He came up to me and asked me about you. Not what you'd expect though. No weird question about a boyfriend, he wanted no creepy info on what you're into. Nothing like that. No, he came up to me and wanted to know if you were happy. That was his main concern: your happiness. First, I thought he was joking, but he was dead serious. He didn't know a damn thing about you as a person, but had seen enough to care about you. Now, I am not trying to talk you into forgiving him right away. He deserves that you left him today. Just don't come to a conclusion too quickly. I know that you love him, he knows, everybody knows that. But I also know that he loves you. Even if he didn't say it. Hell, even if he's being an idiot right now and hasn't realized it yet. He does. So, let him suffer for a little more, think about what you want and need from him and when he comes to talk to you - he will, trust me - let him explain. It seems like he has been through a lot, and now has some trust issues. Not your fault...but it isn't his either, right?"

You looked intently at your friend, listening to every word she said. When she finished, you nodded and smiled at her. "Since when are you full of wisdom, Ems? I thought I was the smart one out of the two of us."

Your friend scoffed and poured you another shot of whiskey. "The tables have turned, Y/N."

But she was right. You had to talk to him eventually.

Eventually.

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Cash sat in his kitchen, phone in hand, and internally debated if he should call or not. He knew he wanted to, but he wasn't sure if he'd like what he'd hear.

When he heard the door close behind you a few hours before, he felt like he'd collapse any moment. This was bad. So fucking bad. He panicked. Usually, he knew what to do, but not now. He needed help.

So he finally dialed and put the phone on speaker.

"Hello?"

"Hi. Can you talk right now or is it a bad time?"

"I always have time for you, Cash. What's wrong?"

"Thanks man. I...I did something really stupid." He then paused, sorting his thoughts for his best friend.

"I had a pretty bad fight with Y/N. I even yelled at her."

Dax sighed on the other end. "What did you fight about?"

"Started off with my stepfather, ended with Lindsay." Cash's sigh matched Dax's from before while he told him almost every detail of what had happened.

"Okay...sounds pretty bad. But we'll fix it. You need to explain all of it to her. Apologize. Now. I mean, she's staying at your place, just go to her. She'll listen."

Cash sniffled. "She left, Dax. Said she needed some space. I think I really fucked it up. She won't take me back."

There was a long silence before the older spoke again. "Listen. I need you to be honest with me right now: Do you love her? And do you want her back?"

"Yes."

"To which?"

"Both."

"Good. Then we'll get her back. We'll think of something. Don't worry too much about it now. Calm down. Get some rest. We'll work it out on Tuesday, let's meet a day earlier, so we can talk some more. Okay?"

"Okay...and Dax? Thank you."

"Don't thank me. You know I always got your back."

Chapter Fourteen

#aew #aew imagine #cash wheeler #all elite wrestling imagine #cash wheeler imagine #cash wheeler x reader #ftr #dax harwood #all elite wrestling

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latte-fairytaekwoon · 3 years ago

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Morning Routine (Jung Wooyoung) Rated

Part Two

Pairing: Jung Wooyoung × Reader (Female)

Genre: Smut, Fluff.

Summary: Seeing an advertisement online in need of a camera handler, Wooyoung jumps at the opportunity, not knowing his employer is a renowned camgirl.

Word Count: 4.3+K

Warnings: Exhibitionism, voyeurism, nude taping, masturbating in shower, breast play, a rather tamed smut

Taglist: @seacottons @multidreams-and-desires @galaxteez @deja-vux @yunhofingers @little-precious-baby @brie02 @couchpotatoaniki @daniblogs164 @a-soft-hornytiny @yunsangoveryonder @minhyukmyluv @nanamarkie @mingismoon @ateezbabysitters

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"Wanted: Experienced photographer/Camera Operator for personal/private filming. If interested, please contact number below for more information or details. Students majoring in said field are welcomed to apply. 19+ only."

Seeing the advertisement, Wooyoung's eyes popped up. Usually most jobs wouldn't even allow people without a degree or years of experience. And it would be perfect practice that didn't include boring or basic projects his professor would often assign, not to mention a little extra money would come in handy.

Not thinking twice about it, he quickly dialed the phone number listed and waited patiently as it rang. It took a while, but eventually someone on the other side picked up.

"Hello?" He discerned that it was a young female's tone.

"Hi! I was calling about the advertisement for a camera man?" He inquired.

"Are you 19 or over?" She immediately asked for his age, which slightly confused him. But thinking about it, he kinda understood why she might want someone older. After all, teenagers weren't exactly reliable or responsible when it came to taking on a job. She probably wanted to avoid them dipping out on her randomly.

"I'm 21 and very serious in my work." He assured her, already making it clear his intentions to be committed to the job she was offering.

"Hmm...I take it you probably haven't had a lot of experience outside of college right?"

Wooyoung slightly gulped as she discerned correctly. But she did say students were welcomed to apply and he was fairly confident in his skills.

"N-no but I can assure you that I'll work hard and meet your expectations."

There was a deep and defeaning silence that had Wooyoung worrying. He could already feel her hesitation to hire him or give him a chance. He was so worked up on being rejected once more that the slight giggle that ensued after that pause momentarily confused him.

"I like your attitude and drive already. What did you say your name was?" She asked.

"Jung Wooyoung." He answered right away.

"Well Wooyoung, how soon can you start?"

His mood lightened up quite significantly at hearing her say those words.

"If you'd like, I can come over to the location you wish after I get done with my classes tomorrow." He offered.

"All right, just one thing....... do you think you'd be able to stay over at my place for a few nights?"

Although he thought it was a rather unusual request, he didn't put too much thought, especially since someone was offering him a chance to actually have some work.

"Um.. of course."

Unbeknownst to him, the woman on the other side had her lips curling up into a smirk.

"Wonderful. I look forward to seeing you real soon Wooyoung."

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Checking the direction that was sent to him, Wooyoung looked at the corresponding number on the front door to make sure it was indeed where he needed to be. Adjusting the bag that was hanging by his shoulders, he slowly walked up to the vintage style house and rang the doorbell. Hearing the soft patter of footsteps coming from inside, Wooyoung mentally prepared himself to see a middle aged lady carrying a Siamese cat as soon as the door opened. But he was not prepared by the sight awaiting him. Indeed there was a cat in the arms of the figure in front of him, although it was a Persian cat and not a Siamese, but that wasn't the most surprising factor. What shocked him was to see a very young woman near his age be the one holding the cat in her arms, her face illuminated by the warm smile she was donning.

"You must be Wooyoung. I'm Y/N." She extended her hand out towards him, prompting the feline in her grasp to shuffle around and climb part of its body on her shoulder. Judging by the slight crinkle of her nose, Wooyoung guessed the cat probably clung its claws into their master's skin.

"Yes I am. It's a pleasure to meet you. I promise you won't regret hiring me." Taking hold of her hand, he gave it a firm shake while his face radiated the most reassuring smile he could make.

"Oh trust me, I don't think I'm going to." Her lips formed a rather curious smirk that slightly baffled him.

She gestured for him to step inside, which he immediately did as he tried to ignore the slight hissing the Persian cat gave him when his shoulder barely made contact against its swaying tail.

"Baby stop. He's going to be around for a while so be on your best behavior." She chastised her cat as she closed the door.

Y/N let out a soft 'hmph' when the cat suddenly jumped out of her arms and ran over to where Wooyoung was standing. He got stiff and held his breath when the cat pressed her nose on his leg and began sniffing him. Pulling back, she licked her lips and then scurried off somewhere in the other part of the house.

"Well we know for sure she doesn't dislike you." Y/N chuckled slightly.

"But I take it she doesn't like me?" Wooyoung raised an eyebrow.

"She's a cat, it'll take time for her to get used to you, that's all."

Shrugging softly, Y/N walked over to the kitchen and started taking out a few cups and saucers from the cupboard.

"I was brewing tea before you got here, would you like to share a cup with me?" Removing it from the stove top, she held up the elegant teapot to him after she finished her question.

"Oh, thank you." He gladly accepted her gesture.

Noticing him standing there awkwardly, Y/N pointed to one of the chairs surrounding the kitchen island.

"Wooyoung don't be too tense and just make yourself comfortable. After all, you're going to be staying with me for a few days."

Her words reminded him about that particular part of the job, that still felt odd to him and he was very curious to find out why she needed him to stay over with her.

"So.... can I ask what exactly is this project you're hiring me for that requires me to stay here?" He asked as he pulled a chair forward so he could sit on it.

"Oh yes, I thought you'd probably ask me about that since it is rather unusual."

She paused briefly so she could properly pour the tea into the cups, the rich aroma filling the atmosphere with its notes of chamomile and lemon. After sliding a cup over to him, she turned behind her to grab a tray that contained sugar cubes, honey, steamed milk and a few lemon wedges, all in different saucers or dishes that matched the tea set that they were currently drinking in. The cute floral design amused Wooyoung slightly. He could tell Y/N seemed to have a thing for classy and vintage style aesthetic, her house and the things inside was a major clue to it.

Pouring a tiny teaspoon of honey and some milk in her tea, Y/N carefully stirred them in the cup before finally answering the question Wooyoung had been pondering over.

"Well to make a long story short, I wish to film an everyday vlog for my....channel." Lifting the cup to her face, she gently blew on it before taking small sips out of it.

"Channel? Like for YouTube or like that?" Wooyoung himself started drinking his own cup of tea, preferring not to add anything to it since he liked straight tea as it was.

"Yeah something like that. But basically, I wanted to show my viewers how I live and what not. Show them what I do inside my home that they hadn't seen before. For example, I wanted you to stay over because I wanted to film my morning routine. I want to capture every move I make from the moment I wake up to when I get ready to start my day. Am I making sense?" She worried she was probably confusing Wooyoung even further, but he was actually not. It had become a popular trend this day to document a person's morning routine for people to see.

"Yes you are, no worries. Now I understand why you needed me to stay over." The smile he had was half covered by the cup that was brought back over to his lips.

"I mean if you're uncomfortable by it or would rather not, I completely understand."

Wooyoung quickly dismissed her worries, shaking his head as he cleared his throat.

"Trust me, I'm not uncomfortable and I'd love to help you in your project. It'll help me out as well, you know, gain experience and have someone to put as a reference if I ever want to get another job."

Y/N giggled softly at that and nodded.

"Ahh yes. I guess if you look at it from that angle, of course you would accept."

They spent a few minutes in a serene and tranquil silence, the only noises heard was the sipping of their lips against the rim of their cups. Wooyoung tried not to notice the way Y/N would occasionally stare intently to him, a slightly curious grin on her face at times. It wasn't that it made him uncomfortable, but it certainly made him self conscious, especially since he put a lot of effort into looking as presentable as possible. Did she perhaps thought it was too much? Or not enough? Or was it because she thought he looked funny? Whatever it was he got no chance to ask about it since he only opened his mouth to let out a sharp yell when he felt a certain feline's claws tangled themselves on his thigh, the sharpness of her claws even sinking into his skin.

"Baby!" Y/N got up from her seat and quickly removed the paws of her cat off her guest. She looked extremely embarrased as she apologized profusely before shooing the cat off to another room.

"I'm sorry. She tends to get a bit aggressive when trying to play. She didn't hurt you too much right?"

Dropping down on her knees in front of him, Y/N gently examined the damage done: a slight tear in his jeans but no visible signs of a deep scratch or anything.

"N-no it's fine, I'm fine." Wooyoung uttered.

He tried so hard not to blush at the position she was currently in. On her knees, between his legs as one of her hands caressed the attacked spot in an effort to soothe the pain. Wooyoung wanted to smack himself right then and there for the dirty picture his brain had imagined about the semi stranger in front of him, and his cheeks started to produce a pink hue when his body involuntarily started making a visible effect of his reaction to her stance by him in between his legs. He gulped as he realized she would be able to see the bulge that was starting to show.

"If you want, I could mend your pants for you-"

"No that's fine don't worry!" Wooyoung stood up from his seat and inconspicuously hid his tiny problem by pulling his sweatshirt further down as he moved away from Y/N.

"I mean, these pants were old. I was going to throw them out anyway." He tried as much as he could to seem as normal as possible, but judging from the look on her face he was probably not doing a good job. Luckily she seemed to not question his behavior and instead decided to start cleaning up the dishes that they used.

"Here let me help you with that." Wooyoung offered, trying to take some of the china off her hands but Y/N pulled her hands back so he wouldn't touch them.

"It's ok, don't worry about it. You're my guest and I'm very particular about the way to clean my silverware and dining sets. Nothing against you, I'm just.... slightly obsessive compulsive." She remarked in the most cheerful tone one could have while giving him a shy smile.

"Umm ok..." Wooyoung scratched the back of his head.

"If you want, why don't you bring the rest of your stuff so I can show you where you're staying?" Y/N suggested.

"Yeah. Sure."

Wasting no time and thinking keeping his mind occupied could help cool him down, Wooyoung picked up his keys and nearly sprinted out the door. Y/N hummed a soft tune to herself as she ran the cups under the lukewarm water. Her eyes were staring out her window, watching as her guest was head deep in the back of his car's trunk. She giggled softly as she remembered the flustered look on his face just a few minutes ago, tongue poking out at the image of his crotch outlined in those tight jeans of his. She looked down when she felt a soft face nuzzling itself against her ankle, soft purring coming out of her cat's throat before letting out a meowing noise. Bending down, Y/N gently scratched under Baby's chin as she liked.

"Yes I think he is absolutely adorable as well Baby.."

Picking her up, Y/N kissed the top of her head and smirked.

"And I'm going to have lots of fun with him."

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"Ok you ready?"

Looking over at the girl still in her bed, Wooyoung got a thumbs up to let him know she was indeed ready. Turning on his camera, he held up his hand and started putting one finger down at a time to count down the starting time. Hearing the slight beep of the camera go off, Y/N immediately plastered on a commercial worthy smile.

"Hello my darlings. As I promised you guys, I'm going to take you guys through my morning routine step by step. I hope you all enjoy it." She finished off her words with a wink before tearing off the blanket off her body.

Wooyoung had to give it to her, she definitely didn't seem to be camera shy nor awkward in front of the lens. He liked that she had confidence. Then he remembered that she had a channel of some sorts and that was probably the reason why. He stepped back a few steps to fully capture her as she neatly tucked her covers under her mattress, impressively folding the corners of her bed like they did in 5 star hotels. Smoothing out the top before patting it down, she looked at the camera once more.

"As you already know, I like to make sure everything looks absolutely pretty for you guys." Her voice dropped slightly in tone as she said those words.

Getting up from the floor, she pointed over to her still sleeping cat that was perched on its bed by her window. Wooyoung made sure to angle the camera towards her, zooming in slightly.

"She won't wake up for another hour or so....perfect amount of time to get all clean and dolled up."

Beckoning him over, Wooyoung carefully followed her inside her adjoined bathroom, keeping a steady hand as he made sure to capture everything inside. From the long vanity with its mirror to the walk in shower with its clear glass lining, all of it looking spotless and shiny. Clapping her hands together, Y/N beamed with enthusiasm.

"And of course, the first thing I do each morning is wash up."

When he heard that, Wooyoung thought she meant like her skincare routine as he had noticed her cleansers and toners perfectly lined up next to the faucet sink. But he was not prepared to suddenly be hit with the image of her bare chest in front of him when she suddenly pulled her black satin tank top off and let it drop to the floor, his own jaw going slightly agape. As if he couldn't get anymore flustered, he nearly wheezed when she turned around and bent over to slide her matching pajama shorts down her smooth legs, her ass staring him right in the face. It took everything in Wooyoung's strength not to drop the camera when Y/N stood back up and turned around so that her completely nude body would be in the frame. She giggled as she took notice of Wooyoung's beet red face, further teasing him as she kicked her discarded lace panties by his feet, the poor boy swallowing hard as one of his hands shook nervously.

"Eyes up here baby." He immediately looked up from the ground when he heard her sweet and sultry voice.

Walking over to him, Y/N snaked one of her hands to grab at one of his belt loops so he could follow her. Opening the large glass door to the shower, Y/N released his belt loop and made a sign for him to stay there and keep the camera towards her. Stepping inside the enclosed space, she twisted the knob on the tile wall enough so that the shower head above her would start pouring out the refreshing and cool water onto her body. She released a soft moan when she felt it splash onto her, hands gliding down her torso and thighs as her eyes closed and reveled in the tingling and cooling feeling of the water dripping down on her.

Wooyoung stood there completely speechless and flabbergasted, his eyes unable to blink the longer he stared at the scene before him. It felt completely wrong to be there, to watch and film as this girl he just met the day before stand naked in front of him and continue her shower routine as if he wasn't even there. He just couldn't believe it, couldn't believe what he had gotten himself in to when he called and accepted to work for her. But he still accepted and he had a job to complete so he tried his best to look as composed as possible as he kept the camera pointed at her.

And yet more often than not he found himself biting down on his lip hard, trying to suppress the groans threatening to spill out as he continued to watch her as she did the most normal things a person often did while they took a shower. The camera captured every minute starting from when she lathered her head with her shampoo, its scent of coconut and hibiscus filling the entire room with fragrance that further made the tight feeling in Wooyoung's pants ache even more. His eyes were exclusively locked on her body, watching as the water cascaded down her soft skin, focusing especially on her breasts. He licked his lips as he took in the way her nipples peaked out due to the temperature of the water, wanting nothing more than to take one of them in his mouth and suck on it. The fact that Y/N would purposefully bring her hands up at times to cup or rub against her fleshy mounds wasn't helping his case, it only made him more sad that it wasn't his own hands touching and caressing her breasts. He was willing to bet they were probably the most soft and squishy pillow like tits to exist.

Wooyoung was really aching when she poured some of the pomegranate scented body wash into her sponge and began to distribute it around her body, starting from her arms and working them down her legs and between her thighs. He didn't mean to but he couldn't help himself as he fantasized about being him the one who was lathering her body, imagining all the things he'd do if he could. Like perhaps teasing her by grazing his fingers across her wet folds or even pressing his thumb down on her sensitive clit. Either way, he knew he wouldn't be able to keep his hands off her if he got the chance, but he doubted that would ever happen. So he decided to take what he could of the moment and perhaps use it for fap material when he was alone.

As if knowing exactly what he was thinking about, Y/N turned her body to fully face him and smirked. Sliding her hands up her torso, she took hold of her breasts and gave them a tight squeeze before releasing them. Wooyoung could not help the audible whine that spilled out from his tongue as he saw her repeat the same action a couple more times. Pressing her boobs together, her thumbs played with the hardened nipples, tweaking at them and even giving them slight pinches every now and then. Wooyoung knew she was doing it on purpose, trying to arouse him even further....and it was working perfectly.

With one hand kept on one of her breasts, the other one snaked its way in between her luscious thighs. Dipping one finger inside her entrance, her lips parted and began spilling out breathy moans as she started to slide her finger in and out of her body.

"Oh fuck..." Wooyoung muttered, not caring about if his words got recorded or not. He became too invested in watching as Y/N continued fingering herself in front of him. She looked absolutely exquisite, body drenched in the rippling water as she continued to stuff her pussy with another one of her fingers. Her eyes shut tightly and her head tilted back as she let out even louder whimpers when she began scissoring inside her fleshy core. Her hand that was on her breasts pulled away to twist the showerhead knob so the pressure of the water could be at its lowest setting. Without the intense sound of the splashing water, her strangled noises became more audible as well as the slopping and squealching sounds her dripping pussy was making due to the intensity of her rapid finger movements. Wooyoung could clearly see and hear that the sounds were definition not due to the shower she was taking. Y/N was definitely horny and the slick her heat collected was clear evidence of it.

Having someone as hot as Wooyoung not only watching but helping her film something that thousands of other people would see, and more likely than not jerk off to, made her weak. She loved having people watch her do naughty things as she was doing now, it thrilled her and riled her up even more. And she loved seeing the effects it had on others, like the obvious bulge in between Wooyoung's thick thighs. She could practically make out just how big he was given how painfully hard his erection seemed, and that image served to help push her over the edge. With high pitched whines and cries, she shuddered as she felt herself cum all over her hand, her fingers slowing their movements down to help prolong her orgasm without making her become overly sensitive. She panted heavily as she took out her fingers and brought them up to her lips so she could lick off the secretion left from her climax.

Wooyoung's tongue poked out as he witnessed the pornographic image of Y/N drinking up her juices as if it was a delicious and sweet dessert.

"It probably is and it only makes me crave to have her smother my face with her pussy even more." He mused inwardly to himself.

He was so lost in his fantasy that he didn't notice Y/N had completely turned off the water and finished until her breasts were displayed right in front of the camera lens. He let out a soft stutter when her hand came up and pressed the pause button, being careful not to drop any water onto the camera.

"I'm going to finish drying myself off in my room so you can have some .....alone time." She snorted softly as she passed by him, her hand brushing against his crotch which made Wooyoung hiss softly.

Grabbing the towel that was hanging on the wall, Y/N wrapped it around her body, tucking it in so it wouldn't fall down. Stooping over, she picked up her lace panties and looked back at Wooyoung.

"Here, in case you need a little help." She flung it over to him, which he catches in his free hand.

Wooyoung stared at the underwear and then at Y/N with a dumbfounded expression.

"So I take it this is why you specifically wanted 19 plus people?" He quirked an eyebrow up, one corner of his lips pulling up into a knowing smile.

"Yes. I might as well mention now that I'm a camgirl with a porn channel." She explained.

"Yeah, I kinda figured that out when you flashed your boobs at me."

They both bursted out laughing at his little joke.

"Ok but seriously, are you sure you're comfortable with all this?" Y/N asked.

Wooyoung looked down at her before looking back down at the panties in his hand.

"I'm definitely going to be hard most of the time, but I think I'll be fine." He assured her with a mischievous smile as he set down his camera on the vanity dresser. With a sly smirk, he began unzipping his pants, not missing any of the facial reactions she was making as he began to pull his cock out of its confinement.

"I mean, I got up close fap material with an actual pornstar. What guy wouldn't want my job?" Cocking his head to the side, he rubbed the tip of his dick with his thumb, spreading some of the precum down the shaft. Although she had said she would give him alone time, Y/N couldn't move her feet out the door as she stared intently at the way Wooyoung hugged his length.

"Wanna watch me jerk off with your panties to your image?"

Stepping forward, Wooyoung reached up and pulled the towel off Y/N's body, causing her to inhale sharply at his bold move. Sucking in a breath, Wooyoung shamelessly looked down at her body as he placed the hand that had Y/N's panties around the base of his cock.

"Just stay there and don't move beautiful...."

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