#youre telling me that you wouldn't turn?? do you even love them???????

[plethorawrites]

Oh, I really, really like your recent blurb! Jason having a secret girlfriend/family is my favorite trope, but it is so hard to find!

Would you write about silly instances where Jason spots his family in public and tries to shuffle and guide you away without you noticing?

Ahh! I feel that validated in both my love of Jason and my love of the secret relationship trope! (This might not be exactly what you were looking for, but I hope you like it anyway!)

The first time it happened was a few weeks into your relationship, back When the two of you would meet for breakfast or brunch at the little cafe, a few blocks away from where you worked.

Jason Todd would always show up, yawning and exhausted from how tired he always was since he hadn't told you about his night job yet. But he was still on time, excited to see you even if he would go straight home and nap immediately afterwards.

The two of you would always spend more time talking getting to know one another than actually looking over the menu and ordering something to eat, but neither of you minded.

Then, one day, while he was looking away from you to hide the smile you had caused, he caught sight of Tim waiting in line to order a coffee.

Without really thinking about it, he grabbed both of your menus, propping them up and leaning over the table, trying to hide both your faces.

You frowned in confusion but leaned in too, until your faces were close together. "What are you doing?" You whispered.

"Nothing," he lied poorly, being his head over the top of a menu to see if his brother was still there and darting his head back down when Tim walked past the table. He let out a breath of relief, staring at you. "You look really pretty this close."

With an amused eye roll you leaned back in your chair, folding your arms and waiting for a better explanation. "You just wanted to talk really close for a moment?"

"Okay, fine," he sighed heavily. "I wanted to look at your freckles, alright? They're adorable. The ones on your nose are really cute."

It wasn't a lie, technically. He did love them. And you actually believed him, he thought. Or if you didn't, you didn't push the topic.

The next time you accidentally ran into somebody was at the mall, when you had dragged Jason along to help you look for a dress for a mystery date night he said nothing about, except for the fact that you had to wear something nice.

It was just his luck that you had picked the same store Stephanie happened to be shopping in as well. In most circumstances, she might not even notice him when they crossed paths in public, but in a woman's clothing store which was relatively empty, there was no way she wouldn't see him when she turned around.

Without warning, he tugged you away from rack you were looking at, pulling you into a cramped dressing room, locking it behind you.

"Wha-" You stared at him like he had lost his mind. "Why are we the dressing room?"

"How do women try stuff on when they can't turn around?" He countered, ignoring your question and planting his hand on the wall by your head to try to give himself more room in the tight space.

"It's typically not made for two people," you explained "Especially not 6'2 men."

He grinned a bit. "Do you like my height?" He asked, enjoying the proximity a bit more than he would admit.

Yes. Obviously. Who wouldn't? He towered over you. His arms could wrap around your entire body without even straining to cover more skin. Plus, he could reach the top shelf so you didn't have to climb on a chair.

But it was still too early in the relationship to tell him that.

"That's besides the point," you muttered. " Why are we in the dressing room?" You repeated.

"I just...always wanted to see a woman's dressing room," he told you, frowning at his own lie.

"Seriously?" You questioned. "You could have at least picked the big one at the end. And you didn't even let me pick anything to try on."

"Right, well..I figured we could try a different store," Jason explained, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. "Nothing here would do you justice."

You huffed, finding it slightly amusing how foolish he was acting. But frankly, it wasn't terribly bad to be stuck in a tight space with him. So, you waited a moment longer before unlocking the stall.

You still had to find a dress.

Things were peaceful for a bit, you and Jason seemed to be growing stronger in your relationship and things began to get a little bit more serious. Jason seemed to be growing stronger in your relationship and things began to get a little bit more intense.

He knew that eventually he'd have to tell his family about you, but the next time he saw one of his brothers in public, he couldn't help but shy away from the task of introducing you.

In his defense, Damian really wasn't the first sibling you would want to meet.

He'd taken you to a nature preserve, because you said you used to go all the time as a kid but stopped after getting older.

You were practically giddy, feeding the animals from your palm, scrunching your nose when their whiskers ticked you. Jason was enjoying it too, more so because of you than the animals.

But while he was mocking you for your squeals, he heard a familiar voice having a one sided conversation with a lemur.

He turned and there was Damian, having his biweekly visit to see the animals that Father wouldn't let him bring home.

Jason cursed internally, pulling you away from the animals, accidentally spilling the feed from your hand.

"Hey, I stillwanted to see the—"

"I'll bring you back, I promise," he said, cutting you off as he dragged you behind a tree.

You wiped off your hand on your jeans and tilted your head. "What is it?"

"I just think you've been giving the animals too much attention," Jason noted. "I feel left out."

"Oh, c'mon," you rolled your eyes.

"Really," he insisted. "You kissed a sloth and a goat but not me."

He pouted a bit and leaned back against the tree, still holding you arm, though loosening his grip before running his hand up and down your arm apologetically.

You sighed, glancing around briefly, not really taking notice of the small, angry child, yelling at some poor worker, before leaning up on your tip toes to kiss his lips very quickly. "Satisfied?"

He smiled softly. "No." He shook his head, pointing to the exit. "Can we leave?" He asked gently.

"Will you bring me back?"

Jason nodded immediately. "Whenever you want," he said.

You gave up and left with him.

Now, if you really thought about it, you could easily put two and two together, but really, the instances were so far apart that you didn't really question the strange behavior.

He had managed to be, for the most part, pretty subtle about pulling you away from his family whenever he encountered them, as few and far between as those moments were.

Like the time you were walking down the street while it was raining and he spotted Duke crossing the street towards your direction. Even though he knew you loved the rain and hated umbrellas, he still pulled his jacket off, covering your head.

"Jay, I told you, I'm fine," you assured him, trying to move it off of you.

"Yeah, but you'll catch a cold," he insisted, pulling even further over your head while blatantly stealing an umbrella from a small stand that was selling them.

He popped it open, covering his own face as you walked past Duke.

"I will not," you told him, finally tugging it off. You frowned, not feeling any rain on your skin. "Where the hell did the umbrella come from?"

"Uh- someone handed it to me," Jason muttered. "Nice man."

And even though he despised running into people he knew because it always put him on high alert, trying to figure out what to do or where to go to keep whoever they ran into from spotting them, sometimes, he actually rather enjoyed the chance to pull you away from the rest of the world.

For instance, when you insisted on going to a carnival, which he wasn't a big fan of at first, until you guys got there and he saw your eyes twinkling at all the lights.

Any thoughts of boredom were quickly drowned out by the sound of your screams on the scarier rides, when you'd reach for his hand. And he bought every single treat you so much as looked at— the funnel cakes, the fresh lemonade, the Carmel corn.

He was watching you pull fresh cotton candy from the stick it was spun around when out of the corner of his eye he caught his brother Dick, along with Wally walking across the fair grounds.

Jason was sure they wouldn't notice you with how far away they were, but he refused to take the chance. So, he interlocked your hands, tugging you into a nearby photo booth as you made a sound of confusion.

"Just thought we should grab a souvenir," he said, beating you to the punch before you could ask what he was doing.

"I'm still eating my cotton candy," You told him. "I should fix my hair too."

Jason got a devilish glint in his eye and ran his hand through your hair jostling it further as you screeched in disbelief. "I think it looks good like that," he admitted, staring at you now that it had a bit more volume.

You blew a loose strand from your face. "I can't believe you did that," you stated. "It's all disheveled."

He nodded, still thinking it looked beautiful. Sort of like how it was when you woke up next to him.

"C'mon," he urged, pulling you into his lap. "I like you this way." He threw a few quarters in the slot and before you knew it you had a strip of three pictures, none of which were appropriate to show to anyone.

A picture of him stealing your cotton candy, a picture of him nuzzling your neck while you scrunched your nose in the way that made his heart clench, and a picture of him tasting said cotton candy on your tongue.

So, maybe it was an over reaction to pull you away from the rest of his carnival when it was huge and chances were Dick never would have even seen you. But God, did he enjoy it.

Then, there were, of course, the far less subtle times which didn't end quite as well.

Like when you just so happened to be walking out of a movie at the same time Cassandra and Barbara were heading into one.

"I think the sequel might actually be better than the original," you told him, arms interlinked as you walked.

"Uh huh," he wasn't paying attention anymore after seeing his sister and Babs at the soda machine, filling up their drinks.

He couldn't exactly pull you into a different theater, especially since he didn't know which one they would be going into.

The next best option? Throwing the empty popcorn bucket over your head.

"Jay?!" You exclaimed.

"It's a discount thing," he muttered vaguely, grimacing at his own excuse. "Wear the bucket out and you get a free movie."

Okay, not the next best, probably. Maybe like...sixth best? Seventh at most.

He pulled you past them, keeping his hand on the top of the bucket to keep it in place while raising his hoodie and keeping on the 3D glasses from the movie until you were past them both.

Once you were, he pulled it off and you were...well, fuming. Rightfully so.

"What the hell was that?" You asked, a bit bitterly, not buying his excuse for a second. "I'm covered in popcorn butter.

He cleared his throat, kissing your greasy cheek and licking his lips tasting a salty popcorn and butter on your skin. "Tastes good, though," he mumbled.

You stormed out on him.

And then, when you chose to walk all the way back to your apartment in frustration, both with his actions and lies, he finally came clean.

"I just... don't want my family to mess anything up between us," he confessed, barely even looking at you.

Vulnerability wasn't his strongest asset, but he was trying. For you.

You washed your face off in the sink for the third time and still felt greasy. Even if you got it all off your face, you'd need a shower to get it out of your hair.

"Why couldn't you just tell me that?" You asked, still confused. It wasn't like you didn't already know who his family was.

"I just- I didn't want you to think I was hiding you," he muttered.

"Jason, you put a bowl of popcorn over my head so your sister wouldn't see me. That's hiding," you stated firmly.

"Yes but it's not hiding out of embarrassment!" He clarified. "My family can be a lot to handle and they might scare you off and they'd definitely mock me endlessly for being in love with you."

His eyes went wide. That...was an accident. He didn't mean to confess that.

You stared at him for a moment, blinking. "Did you just say what I think you did?"

"I uh- well that wasn't..." He cleared his throat. "Yeah," he finally agreed with a slight nod. "But you don't have to say it back or anything, I know I'm not the easiest person to love and it—"

You were already kissing him, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer. He was caught off guard, but it didn't take him long before he kissed you back, his hands finding your waist and steadying you both.

"You're stupidly easy to love," you told him, resting your forehead on his.

(+Bonus)

It was a quiet Friday night when the two of you were at a nice restaurant, celebrating a year of being together. The food was good, the music was soft and nice, and Jason was practically a drooling mess over you, like usual.

So much so, he didn't even notice when his father walked into the restaurant with a date of his own.

You did, though. And in keeping with the spirit of what had apparently been a pretty large part of your relationship, even without you knowing it, you slid out of the booth quickly grabbing his hand and pulling him from his chair.

"Hey, wait a second!" He exclaimed as you rushed him out of the restaurant before he got to finish his dessert. "We still have to pay."

"We'll come back tomorrow and pay," you assured him, pushing open the door, into the cold evening.

"What the hell was that about?" Jason asked once you were outside and seemingly slowed down.

You pointed towards the window. "Your dad," you muttered.

He could see Bruce sitting at a table across from Selina, his eyes scanning a menu while occasionally looking up, probably to compliment her or something.

He huffed. "Add that restaurant to the list of places we can't go," he mumbled, shrugging off his jacket and handing it to you. "It got cold outside," he simply said when you frowned in confusion.

You pulled on the nice jacket that matched his suit. "Thanks," you said, wrapping your arm around his, tugging him away from the restaurant. "C'mon, I'll buy some more dessert."

He hummed, and pressed a kiss against your head. "Alright," he agreed, letting you lead him away from the restaurant and down the street.

[coldilikeit]

Isekai reader x Batfam (Neglected au)

Female reader

Chapter 7- the true princess of Wayne Manor

Short chapter*

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"(Name)... I noticed something from you" Dick says "When you try something new, you stop pursuing it if you're not immediately good at it"

A reincarnated and two vigilantes go rock climbing, sounds like the start of an awful joke huh?

After the continued event of you encountering the villains and school shooters, they decided to teach you some stuff, Karate, Muay Thai, Taekwondo, jujitsu, painting, swimming, Camping, Ziplining, trying the scary roller coaster rides-

Huh?

This is slowly starting to feel like family outings

You jump further up "What do you mean?", He looks up at you "I mean... When we went swimming and Damian dived you wanted to try it out too, but when you realized you couldn't do it you just stopped, but when we tried archery and you could do it, you wanted to stay there longer"

"I just don't want to keep on trying on a lost cause, I hate feeling helpless and disappointed" you say, as you three reached the top, you rest for a bit and Jason hands you a bottle of water "what kind of helpless?" He asked

"When mom was sick, we had one problem, and it was money, I thought to myself that it'll be okay since I know how to make money, just give me a couple of months and we'll have what we need, turns out we didn't have a couple of months, I worked really hard and I was just disappointed that I couldn't save her, there I promised myself I wouldn't try on a lost cause" you drank the whole bottle and even burped after"Excuse me"

"I mean" you stated "Why didn't you think I never even tried to get along with you guys, first meeting Damian calls me an 'it', who'd expect family after that" you laugh

Nevermind the fact that you know you're in a world where they're not supposed to love you

After losing your family the first time, and your mom the second time, knowing you'll have no one after that was depressing, you wanted to at least defy the system, you told yourself that if you tried to get along with them, maybe they'll accept you

The system quickly shut that thought down by telling you that "In any of the fics you've read, were any of the readers successful?"

Basically telling you that if in the fiction you've read no main character succeeded, you trying to gain their love would do nothing, you'd just set yourself up for failure

Reader... I'm sorry but you are on the verge of failing, at this rate, you won't get the special reward...

You look up at the screen in curiosity, their hatred meter was on 2%, but the past few days that the new vigilante Protagonist has been fighting with the bat family, it went up again to 15%, and whenever they spend time with you it goes down again, when they spend time with protagonist it goes up again, you honestly have no idea what's going on

Bruce's hatred meter is already in the negatives, if all of them go to the negatives you've failed

Dick hugs you "Let's go shopping" he smiles

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And you find yourself at the mall, you find some books you think you'll like and Jason pays for you, you find some clothes you think you'll like and Dick pays for you

They both drag you to a dress store, and to be honest you feel like you're forgetting something really important

You open your phone to find no messages, not from your friends or anyone

They settle you with a black dress you like, of course they'd pick something in their color, and you ride the taxi home

The Manor is eerie and quiet, Alfred isn't there to greet your return and frankly you're worried, he's always there to greet us, did something happen?

The Joker attacked? But you didn't see any bat patrolling? And why would Dick and Jason be with you?

You open the doors of the manor and-

"Happy birthday (Name)!" They yell, there you see Alfred, your friends, children from the orphanage you visit, the children you tutor, and some paparazzi, some rich looking people you don't know, and holy fuck- is that the justice league in civilian form!?!? oh and also your family is here

Right.

It's your 16th birthday...

And this... Is your first official Wayne Gala

You totally forgot.

You rarely celebrate your birthday... Because sometimes, the system tells you to celebrate it alone, sometimes it doesn't, you only remember your birthday when the system makes a mission surrounding it

Shit.

You can't get out of this one

Bruce smiles at you and he takes your hand the music starts

Another shit.

Is this a father-daughter dance?

It is.

Everyone is eager to see it, the paparazzi has cameras pointed at the both of you, your friends are smiling enjoying the party, and the kids are laughing

"(Name) Looks like a princess!" A kid says

You laugh uncomfortably "I don't know how to dance" you whisper to your father (that's a lie, you're amazing), he then places your feet to step on his "that's fine" he says

Then you he dances, his feet guide yours and it becomes this adorable moment where dad doesn't mind that his daughter doesn't know how to dance and is just happy that your in his arms

You are screaming on the inside.

How could you forget about something like this!?!?

You see his hatred meter drop even more, then you see the others, from 15% it goes to 10% then 5% then-

The dance finishes, the crowd claps and cheers, the dance showing you and your father's closeness...

Then a girl speaks "Excuse me?" She says, Everyone's attention is on her and she smiles, she runs to your father "I'm so happy to finally meet you!" She holds his hands pushing you away

Bruce pulls away from her "What are you doing!?" He glared

She looked flustered but smiled either way, she pulled out some documents and gave it to Bruce

"I thought it would be the right moment to tell you since everyone is here... I'm your long lost daughter Viviana!"

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EHEHEHEHEHHEHE MANHWA READERS YALL PROLLY KNOW WHERE THIS IS GOING

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[cherbii]

VELVET!

ft. Toji Fushiguro

summary -> being a mob wife comes with its perks; riches, glamour, and your smitten mob husband who would do anything to prove his love for you, even if that’s taking you in the middle of the casino!

warnings -> language, violence, deaths, murder, dead dove do not eat, smut! p in v, creampie, fingering, multiple orgasms, public sēx, voyeurism, mdni

Smooth jazz played on the gramophone in the casino, the dim lights match, creating a warm ambiance. It all bounces off the gold of Toji's thick ring, wrapped around his ring finger.

Toji Zenin had many titles: godfather, kingpin, mob boss, don, capo. It didn't matter, because to you, he was your husband, and you were his pretty little wife he'd kill for.

You'd sit next to him when he gambled, like as of now, sat in a dazzling dress, makeup done right, eyeing the way his muscles bulged in his shirt or the way he sucked on the cigar.

God, you were a lucky woman, but Toji was a lucky man.

You didn't whisper a word of what he did to anyone, not the suspicious cases of money he had, or the blood stains you'd find on his clothes, none of it mattered, because you love the man too much to let him go.

Another mob wife sat next to you, one of a lesser clan, sipping on a dry martini. "I get bored sitting here, I'm not good at gambling so I don't play, if I were, I still wouldn't." She told you through her glass.

The corners of your lips turned up. "You don't have to tell me twice, but in a way it's nice. I get drinks and a great show of my husband winning." You replied, raising your own glass to your lips, a boulder of a diamond shimmering in the ambiance.

"Tch, you're such a kiss ass. I bet you are just waiting for the moment he loses and snaps." The other woman commented. She had a slight smirk on her face as she took another sip.

Meanwhile, Toji continued to play poker, he kept winning hand after hand, showing no emotion or signs of trouble, as if it were all simple.

A noise of amusement left you, your drink rippling in the glass. "Oh, darling. Please don't get this twisted, you see, my husband never loses." You said before finishing your drink.

The woman beside you scoffs as she finishes her drink as well, "So you're just his pretty accessory then."

You could hear the click-clack of the cards hitting the table. Toji was yet again winning another round. "Or rather, he's mine, don't you think?" You shot her a grin.

She grits her teeth, seemingly growing irritated, "I bet you're only with him cause of his money." She spits back.

Again, Toji kept winning round after round, not even breaking a sweat.

Your lips pursed as you attempted to suppress your grin. "You're right, I'm in it for the money," you said. "Definitely not because there's love, or passion, or orgasmic sex, no."

Her jaw dropped, completely frozen on the spot from your words, meanwhile Toji turned to look at you, his eyes filled with a devilish look and a smirk on his face. He continues to play poker, however, he seems rather entertained.

A few men at the other tables also look over in shock by the sudden bluntness to your response.

You could hear another man make a comment, "Jesus, I wonder what else that mouth can do." They snicker, earning a glare from Toji that made them shut up rather quickly.

You gesture by tipping your glass in the direction of the woman's husband. "Why? Does he not fulfil or fill you? Poor thing, must be why you're so stuck up." You murmured to her.

A sharp inhale was heard from the woman, you had clearly struck her ego, she knew that. Her cheeks flushing in anger.

Toji smirked as he continues playing, he just knows this won't be good. He was rather enjoying it, he was entertained.

The woman takes a small sip, clearly pissed but trying to keep a calm demeanor, "That isn't the point. But I wouldn't expect someone like you to understand." She says sharply, still with a tone of anger behind it.

Toji could be seen smirking, clearly showing that he isn't even listening to his poker game anymore. His attention completely stolen away by the bickering. You raise a brow, watching as she flagged down another waiter. "To understand what? That I'm not fulfilled, nor filled?"

She scoffs once again, she clearly didn't pick up on you throwing her words back at her on purpose.

Toji couldn't deny that he enjoyed when you defended yourself, it made him proud, it fueled him. He also couldn't deny that he loved watching you fight back, cause it was a turn on. He was a man of power and influence, but no one had a tighter grip on him than you.

"Please, I bet he doesn't breathe your way," she huffed. "Probably to busy getting with other woman than to pay attention to some gold digging whore."

"Oh don't call me such names," you wave a hand dismissively in the air before your voice dropped. "It's only reserved for my husband in the bedroom."

The other woman seemed stunned once again by your words, Toji nearly choking on his cigar. He began coughing loudly, though it was mostly to cover up his laugh. He was clearly amused. He then quickly regains his composure.

Before she could reply, you turned to look at your husband. "Baby?" You pouted.

He slowly glances, his lips slightly curling upward, he could see that you were planning something to piss the woman off even more and he was quite excited. He hums while he replies, "Yes, doll?"

You let out a sigh. "The bitch next to me doesn't think you fulfil or love me? Isn't she right?"

Toji grinned as he licked the scar on his lip. "She's right." Toji sarcastically said.

The woman's jaw dropped once again, this time in pure shock. Her own husband was now glaring at Toji, however, Toji simply smirked, continuing with his sarcastic response.

The other customers had their own reactions, some shocked, some holding in their laughs.

Other people had now been paying attention to the interaction, rather than Toji's gambling. They were all shocked by your boldness and Toji's response. Toji seemed excited, loving the little show that was playing out.

"You don't fulfil me? Ah well, guess I'll have to find someone who does," you feigned a look of sadness. "Maybe Shiu will."

Toji chuckled lowly, the game discarded, with the hand closest to you, he reached up and grabbed your chin. "No, doll, Shiu won't, but, let's play a game."

"What game?" You asked. His grip on your chin was gentle yet firm, you could see a smirk across his lips yet also a dangerous glint in his eye, his own type of way to say he was being serious, but also excited.

The others who were watching simply watched in curiosity, this was quite the show.

Slowly, he forced your head to turn, until you were staring at the woman's husband. "You're going to tell me if you think these men here can fulfil you, alright? Let's start with him." Toji told you.

Toji's voice was low and firm, the other woman was now staring at you, she clearly couldn't believe this was actually happening. The husband of the other woman now had a scowl on his face, he wasn't pleased by Toji using his wife to prove a point.

However, Toji's tone changed to a more loving one, as you could tell his grip on your chin was gentle, not wanting to hurt you by mistake.

You let out a hum as you thought, eyeing the man and ignoring the copious amounts of glares you got. “I mean, I guess but he doesn't seem like he has stamina, y'know. Not someone who could last more than a round."

The other woman could be heard making a choked noise as the other men burst out laughing at your comment, some were shocked by how blunt you were being.

Toji didn't even try and hide it, he laughed. He found it all hilarious, he loved every moment of it. He loved watching all the men look at you, some seemed jealous, others intrigued, and some shocked. He took pride in that, they could look but never touch.

Toji could see the scowl on the man's face, clearly pissed. He knew you were still going to go off, Toji was loving this whole thing, but he was also very much aroused by it.

You felt him steer your face until you faced another. "And him?"

Toji held your chin in place, letting you look directly at the man. The man seemed a bit older, a well dressed fancy man, probably some sort of office worker or something.

That's when you heard the loud choking noise once again, Toji had to stop himself from laughing, this was amusing to him. The older man sat slightly frozen, looking directly at you and then at Toji.

You smiled at him. "I'm sure he could, he has grey hair so he's older, and must be more experienced."

The other woman couldn't speak, she was in complete shock that you kept going and now it seemed you were actually considering it. Toji smirked, feeling his grip on your chin slightly tighten.

The older man had a surprised look on his face, though he was more smug now, he did like the idea.

"One more, doll," Toji said before moving your head until you faced the last man. "Now him."

Now you faced the last man, a younger man with blonde hair and a well dressed suit on as well, who was trying to control his expressions.

"No, too young," albeit him looking your age. "Probably would last three seconds."

You could hear the two other men laughing once again, the other woman was completely speechless at this point, probably ready to snap at any minute.

Toji couldn't stop himself from laughing along with the men, it was like watching a train wreck. He then made the game just a bit harder, pulling your chin back to him.

"Okay, now the actual last one. What do you think? Think I can satisfy you?" He asked, staring into your eyes.

You could see the glint in his eyes, it was clear he loved having all the other men looking at you, as if you were his possession.

Toji was excited, he loved seeing the faces on the other men and loved the way you spoke to them.

"You might have to show me, Toji, once we're home."

Toji smirked, letting a small chuckle slip from his lips, he knew he had it in the bag. His hand moved from your chin to your thigh, patting it gently. He was getting a little hot and heavy from the current scenario.

This entire show had the whole casino intrigued, men were beginning to stare at you as if they had any shot.

"Oh, doll. Why wait? Clearly these people think I'm...subpar." The word tasted like poison in his mouth.

He glared at all the men, though he had his signature smirk still on his face. He began to rub his hand up your inner thigh, his gaze never once leaving you as he spoke.

Toji chuckled lowly, as if he was mocking the men. He knew they never had a shot with you anyway.

"Right now?" You whispered, a gasp caught in your throat as his hand moved higher.

His smirk grew wider, you could see the lust in his eyes now, he loved the way you spoke, he loved how you were playing along now.

He leaned in close to you, his voice a low tone as he replied. "Right now, doll."

Almost out of reflex, your legs spread, giving Toji more access to where you yearned him.

Toji loved watching the reaction from everyone else, how they were all still watching. Meanwhile, his fingers grazed you through your clothes, he was a tease.

He felt himself beginning to grow excited from others looking at you and the fact he knew you were also being turned on from it.

Toji glanced around, noticing the men were starting to stare more and more at you. He loved knowing that they all wanted you, but it was clear that you were his. It was only his touch that you could feel, only his eyes that you could look at.

He continued to rub his hand on your inner thighs, keeping his fingers barely touching you. He then leant back before grabbing the crystal glass and downed the drinks, at the same time his fingers shifted, now running over your clothed core before he slammed the glass down.

With a long sigh, Toji reached a hand into his pocket and pulled out the shiny, black gun. "If anyone here tries to object or even stand up, I'm putting a bullet between your eyes. Now we wouldn't want the lovely ladies to see that, now would we?" Toji said to the men.

The men sat quietly, seemingly intimidated by the threat, though their eyes remained on you. You could see them staring, they had a mixture of jealousy, sadness, and shock.

Toji loved the current scenario, the men's reactions to you, watching all of them squirm in their seats, just because they knew they couldn't have you. It was exciting for him.

You groaned, feeling the patch in your underwear and the pressure Toji applied grow.

Toji smirked. You were his, and it was clear no one could take you away. He could see the other men begin to shuffle in their seats, as if trying to hide their obvious excitement.

He turned his head to look at one of the many bodyguards Toji hired. "Kick everyone out but these at this table." He briskly said to one.

The bodyguard began to herd the rest of the men along with their wives out the casino. Some of the men were still shooting glances your way, but others were trying to avoid making eye contact with Toji. It seems his reputation as a mafia boss is still well known.

Toji smirked once again, looking back at you, his fingers continued to rub you through the fabric.

Now it was quiet, except for your soft whines, having pairs of eyes watch you, or avoid you.

"I don't feel very fulfilled, Toji." You whined, raising your hips to push yourself closer to his fingers. Toji chuckled, loving how you sounded, how desperate you were for his touch. He loved seeing the other men react to your noise, they wanted you as much as he did, yet he had you all to himself.

He then began to rub you even more, he wanted to see the other men become jealous.

"So greedy." Toji tutted, sliding his hands to the edge of your panties to pull them to the side.

He licked his lips as you continued to make small whimpers. You could tell by the look on his face that he loved how this whole scenario was playing out, he loved watching all the men stare as his finger teased you.

He knew how jealous they were, he also knew that only he could give you what you wanted, not them.

A loud curse flew from your lips when his calloused fingertips found your aching clit. "Fuck, Toji."

Toji smirked, the other men were completely jealous as they watched the scene. He chuckled as he began to rub you in small circles, enjoying the sounds you made.

You could see by their faces how they wished this was them, but it wasn't, it was Toji, only him. And that drove him wild, as did those noises that flew from your mouth.

Toji continued rubbing you, loving how you kept making noises for the men to hear. The men still had their eyes on the scene, seemingly not knowing what to really say or even not daring to say anything at all, lest they meet Toji's wrath. A few men tried to move their attention elsewhere from you, but it was obvious that it was difficult.

"Come here baby, sit on my lap."

He removed his hand, glistening with your arousal, and allowed for you to climb on his lap, back facing him, before your legs spread and his fingers went back to the previous actions.

Now on his lap, Toji could see and hear everything the men were watching or not reacting to. You could see their faces, filled with jealousy, sadness, and pure anger that it wasn't them with you. You were all his.

As Toji began to rub you again, his lips landed on your neck. He wanted to mark you in front of all of them, to show you belong to him and him alone.

"Open your legs for me wider, doll. Let them see that fucking pussy." Toji instructed as his other hand went to hike your dress up your hips.

You could hear the men shift in their seats as they watched, some of them were trying to get comfortable, you could see by their flushed faces that they were completely jealous, but wouldn't even dare look away.

You moved the way Toji asked, his fingers sliding along you, as the other men watched the display. Toji loved being the only man you could ever want or

His fingers moved down, now prodding at your weeping hole before pushing in two of his thick fingers, cold ring pressing against your thigh.

Toji let out a groan at the sound it made. "Hear that boys? That's the sound of fucking success."

The other men watched as you made noises of pleasure that Toji earned.

You moaned, feeling his fingers curl and push against that delicious spot within you. "Oh my god, Ji!"

You could feel his smirk against your neck, he loved seeing the men's expressions on their faces. The way they saw what you could do for him, how you could moan for him.

He chuckled lowly, not wanting to make a loud noise. He loved that they watched, unable to help but stare.

Your soft lips fell open and your back arched. Toji groaned, you squirming against him was providing some pleasure to his aching erection.

He continued to thrust his fingers in your pulsating cunt. Toji knew the other men wanted you as much as he did, and loved every second of this, it sent him on a power trip.

"Mm, my pretty little wife," Toji purred into your skin, tongue dotting out to lick over the teeth indents on your skin. "Show these boys how I make you feel real good."

The men watched as Toji began to tease your skin, some of them wishing they were Toji, but they weren't. They could watch, but they could never have. Toji loved calling you his, he loved being able to call you his wife, he loved doing it all while the men watching, seeing what you did for him, what you provided for him.

Your head fell back. "You're so good to me. I—ah—love how you make me feel!"

His grip on your thighs tightened, enjoying how you fell against. Toji loved showing off how you couldn't be anyone else's no matter what anybody thought.

"My good little wife, you sound so pretty." His fingers pumped in and out of you at rapid speed, wet sloshing sound echoed into the velvet of the casino.

Toji eyed the man to his left, seeing he was visibly turned on.

"You. Are you enjoying my wife's reactions? Does seeing her get pleasured arouse you?"

The man's face turned a deep red, completely caught in Toji's gaze, as the other man noticed what was happening, he shot a small glare at the other. However, you could see the mans eyes were completely on what you and Toji were doing.

He remained quiet, not daring to admit his arousal, but also unable to turn away. Toji clicked his tongue. "I asked you a question, boy."

The man swallowed, a lump in his throat as he spoke, in a quiet voice, as if ashamed. "Yes..." He said, not making eye contact with anyone, not even looking away from the display, unable to turn away.

Toji nodded, a grin splitting his face. "Good, and you?" He turned to ask the older man who'd been staring at his lap.

The older man sat there, his face flushed as if embarrassed or ashamed. He gulped before answering, knowing if he didn't that he would suffer the wrath of Toji. He cleared his throat, "I...am." He replied, his voice barely holding it together. He couldn't look away either, he had grown attached to how Toji and you were.

"Yeah, how could you not?" Toji asked rhetorically, fingers still ramming into you, sending waves of pleasure to course through your veins before he looked at the woman's husband. "Now you, are you enjoying the sight of my pretty wife?"

The woman's husband sat in his seat, trying to avoid everyone's stares and not look at the lewd display the two of you were showing. He cleared his throat as he replied, a small tinge of bitterness behind it. "No, absolutely not." He said, though he was completely lying.

Toji knew it, you knew it, and everyone who saw could tell. Toji wanted a reaction.

Toji let out a sound, it was almost a growl. "No? You don't like my wife?"

The man swallowed, clearly lying. "No, I don't." He continued to lie, though his eyes seemed to move to look down a bit, the sounds of your pleasure as Toji worked you filling the air, filling that man's ears.

"To…ji…l want to cum!" You whined, withering on his lap, feeling a fire burn in your lower tummy.

Toji smirked, he could tell that it was starting to drive the man mad, his eyes couldn't keep away. Toji wanted to rub it in, so bad as he continued to please you.

You could hear the man groan as you moaned, the men all began to have flushed appearances on their faces.

Toji loved it all, all the jealousy, jealousy from men watching his wife be pleasured by him, it made him feel powerful. You could hear Toji chuckle low as he whispered to you, leaning to your ear as he kept his voice low, so only you could hear you. "Say it louder for me, doll?"

You mewled, your vision going hazy, making the casino lights blue into one bright mess. "I wanna cum, Ji! Need to cum on your fingers—aw fuck— please!"

Toji loved how you reacted, but he loved more how the men were jealous. As you said your response, all could see they were getting antsy.

One by one their eyes darted to different locations, some of them even began to bounce their legs slightly, as if getting impatient.

"Shh, doll, I got ya. But first I need to talk to this gentleman, okay?" He said to you, planting a kiss below your ear before facing the woman's husband again. "So again I ask, do you have a problem with my wife? Do you not like her?"

The man continued to look away, he knew you were off limits, so was his wife. He kept his expression as best as he could. He cleared his throat, "I don't find her attractive, nor do I like her." He replied.

The other men were all growing frustrated, one of them shifting in their seat almost every other minute, as if they wanted to leave.

Toji chuckled, his fingers curled into once more, having you see stars. "Ya hear that, doll? He doesn't like ya. What a fool."

All you could see in that moment was stars, pleasure coursing through your body as Toji hit your sweet spot without mercy.

The woman was beginning to get jealous as well.

“'Ji! ‘Ji! so close!” You moaned.

Toji loved the way you called his name as you felt pleasure, it drove him wild.

Toji could see the men were growing envious, he loved seeing their glances, the way their fists were clenched. He loved the way their legs were shaking in their chairs, desperate to give into the pleasure they saw you in.

"I hear ya. Cum for me doll."

You knew Toji wasn't going to deny you. Meanwhile, all the men could hear your call of pleasure as your body tensed on his lap.

Some of them could see a bulge growing as they sat, trying to hide the fact it aroused them to watch. The whole ordeal made Toji feel in charge, made him feel like he was in control, he was addicted to it.

"Fuck!" You screamed, orgasm crashing down on you like a tidal wave. As you cried out, a low groan from many of the men were heard in the room, you could tell by the sounds of men shifting in their seats that they were getting antsy. Toji was loving you and the attention the men were giving, he knew that you were only his.

There was a look of pure jealousy in the woman's eyes as you cried out, the man's wife trying to hide her jealousy with a poker face, but Toji could see right through it all, loving every second of showing you off to

Everyone, you were his and he loved showing it off to people. The men were growing jealous, their faces red, their fists clenched, the sounds of groans and grunts filling the room, the woman had a jealous expression on her face, as did the other ladies who arrived before the situation started.

Toji pumped his fingers in and out of you until you slumped, blissed out. He extracted his hand, fingers glossed with your cum, craning his neck to look at the man.

“Ya sure ya got a problem with her?”

The man couldn't control his facial expressions, jealousy apparent in his eyes as he stared at the gloss on Toji's fingers.

The men seemed to grow antsy, some seemed angry that they couldn't have you, others jealous and annoyed by the situation. However, it was a mixture of both from the man who sat before Toji, his words slipping out before he could think.

"I said she isn't that attractive." He said in a snappy tone.

"That's unfortunate." Toji sighed, hand shooting out to grab his gun, flicking the safety off before cocking it to the man and without a blink of the eye, shot him in the chest, the sound resonating in the casino.

You could hear the men shout as the sound of the gun rang out, blood hitting the ground. A dead body laid limply on the chair, however the men didn't seem to move, as if in shock at the sudden turn of events. Though some of their eyes drifted to the sight, as if they were happy he was no longer the threat.

Toji placed it back down, the gunmetal wet with your arousal now before his lips found your neck. "For the record, doll. I think you're the most beautiful woman in the world." He whispered to you.

Your heart fluttered. "Thank you, baby. I think you're the most handsomest man ever." You replied, twisting your body around to face him, legs cradling his waist.

He wrapped his arms around your waist, keeping you close as you sat on his lap. A small hum of appreciation escaped his lips as you called him the most handsome man. He had a small smirk on his face, loving the fact that the men sat there and watched him hold you, loving how you belonged to no one other than him.

"I'm the luckiest too. Not everyone gets to have a wife like you." He raised a thumb to caress your cheek

His words sent you crashing forward, slamming your lips onto his, fingers curling around his collar while his around your waist and in your hair.

Toji could taste the lipstick on your lips, the taste he had fallen in love with over the years, the way your taste is mixed in with his. The way your fingers curled around his collar and in his hair, your body against his. He loved every second, he held you close, he held you so only he could have you.

Not a single man could touch you without suffering a fate similar to the man laid on the ground.

Toji held you close, his tongue dancing with yours, his hand on the back of your head holding you, making sure you didn't slip away. "Hmph...Toji?" You asked softly, pushing yourself closer to him.

His eyes stared into yours, he hummed to let you know he was listening, though he didn't remove his hand from the back of your head.

"I don't think they got the message enough. Show them how you really pleasure me." You purred, reaching a hand between the two of you to squeeze at his clothed bulge.

His breath hitched, you could feel him twitch as you did. A smirk grew on his face, loving you, loving how you felt against him. And most of all, his gaze drifted to the men, who had all seemed to still stare.

He would make sure they got the message, that you were his, and only his. He moved his hands, pulling your face close to his as he whispered into your ear, low enough so only you could hear.

"How would you like it, doll?" His breath tickled the skin of your neck as he spoke, though he didn't hesitate to continue the moment. He knew exactly what he was planning, but would see what you wanted first.

A shiver ran through you. "I want it rough, ‘Ji. I don't want to walk for days, and l'd like everyone here to never forget...if they make it out alive."

He smirked, loving the way you answered. "My good wife, of course, I'll satisfy you." He spoke softly into your ear, before his hands slid down. He ran the tip of his fingers up your thighs while locking eyes with the men.

His fingers found your dress and in one fluid movement, he ripped it almost in two, exposing more of you to him. "Toji! I liked this dress." You huffed, looking at the slit that ran almost over your whole stomach.

Toji chuckled, his eyes staring at your almost ruined dress. "I'll buy you as many dresses as you want, doll. I’ll get them custom made if I have to." He replied as his hands moved to your thighs. He began to gently caress them, rubbing small circles, as his gaze remained on your now exposed body.

You sighed, raising your hips to access his belt. He kept a firm grip on your thighs as you raised your hips, and moved his own, as if helping you in your quest.

His eyes moved to all the men watching, his smirk still on his face. He had so much power in this moment, that only he knew.

Hastily you unbuckled his belt, desperately wanted to free him. His breath hitched with every small movement, every small pull of material that you did towards his belt. He wasn't in control of his actions, all he cared about was you. He helped you by pushing himself at just the right angle, helping you along as you unfastened his belt.

You sighed when it came undone, now tugging his pants down, boxers somewhat going with, now exposing the tuft or hair he had at the base.

He groaned, the sight of it was making it hard for him not to do anything just yet. He could see the excitement in your eyes, and could tell by the looks on the other men's faces how they wished they had this.

"Help me, 'Ji." You huffed, leaning back.

Without hesitating he lifted you up a bit, not lifting his hands from your thighs as he did so. He then began to help, pulling his pants down a bit, but leaving his underwear for the moment. "There ya go, doll." He said, his words filled with a deep tone.

You grunted, hands flying for his boxers and yanking them down, exposing his long, thick girth. It swayed back and hit his stomach, angry red tip weeping with precum.

He groaned with a slight chuckle from his lips. His breathing began to get heavier, every movement you were making was getting him more riled up.

He was starting to get excited from showing off, as well as showing how in power he was, and how you never had to worry for anything, because no one could take you from him. Your eyes moved to his, you could see his usual eyes, but also a sense of danger behind them.

You felt yourself clench at the sight, already hiking your hips up to take him.

Toji then adjusted his grip and you, shifting you so you were more on top of him and able to take him more. You could see the men's hands gripping tighter to anything as they watched the two of you.

Toji stood up with a grunt, holding you with his muscular arms as if you weighed nothing. "You ready, doll?"

You could feel the power behind those muscles, the fact he could hold you up so easily was a turn on to you, and clearly to the men. Toji kept you close and secure as he asked you.

"Uhuh, show the-show me how good you make me feel."

With a smirk on his face, he pulled up and down slightly, and then thrusted upward. He wanted to let out a groan, but was fighting it back, at this point he didn't care much how you felt, he wanted to show the men watching how he could please you, how you were his.

He held you close to his chest as he began to raise you by your thighs, using them to do most of the moving as he kept you close so he could hold onto you. The men watched closely, the way you and Toji were acting with each other, the way you seemed to melt with everything Toji did.

He used you like an object. Cock slamming into you, balls slapping against your ass, having you cry out.

"Fuck, yes!"

Toji grunted in pleasure as he continued, wanting everyone to hear you, hear how good you feel, hear how good he makes you feel.

If you looked up, you could see the looks on the men's faces, how a few of them were shifting in their seats, how they wanted to be the one getting you to make these sounds.

He held you under your shoulders, fingers flexing against your skin. He held you so securely, yet his grip was firm, like he was afraid you'd slip away. He wanted to pull you close, kiss your neck, but he also wanted the men to see everything.

So, Toji took a step forward before placing you on the betting table, cock still relentlessly bruising your cervix. One hand moved to your waist while the other swiped over your breast and pulled at the fabric of your dress, freeing your bouncing breast.

Toji's mouth watered at the sight. He brought his calloused thumb over your peaked nipple.

You could see Toji's smirk, he was almost loving watching the men who were jealous. How you had that effect on him, even as the jealous onlookers glanced your way, he still was obsessed with you.

"So gorgeous. So goddamn gorgeous." Toji praised, hand trailing over your stomach before it returned between your legs, thumb sticking out to rub away at your aching clit.

You could see Toji's eyes rake over your body as if he was taking everything in, how he felt so deeply about you. The men's eyes were also trailing all over you, how your body reacted to every small movement and touch Toji made

Your arms flailed around, crashing into the chips, sending them jostling down. "F-Fuck, 'Ji! Just like that!"

A few gasps were heard, though it mattered nothing to Toji. All he wanted to do was to make you feel good, and make the men feel as inadequate as possible because they had no chance.

His gun lay by your hip, still coated in your previous arousal, it way almost symbolic, dare I say, of the situation.

Quick, rapid gasps left your lips, you choked on moans at the same rhythm his thumb flicked your bundle of nerves. "Hah—ah—won't last long—!"

In the moment, Toji could tell you were close, that was all Toji could focus on. He wanted to show the men how you were only his, to make them jealous, to make it clear you belonged to him, only him. He kept his eyes on you, seeing pleasure roll through your body. He loved all of this, loved every second of his actions

"I know, doll. You wanna make a mess for me?" He knew he was going to bring you to a release soon, he knew you were going to be in complete bliss under him. He could still hear the sounds of discomfort from the men watching.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" You changed like a mantra, nails digging into the material of the table.

Hearing you, feeling you, watching you, it was a complete turn on for Toji.

His breathing was heavier, not as heavy as yours, but heavier. He wanted to see you like this all the time, like this in front of everyone so they all knew they didn't really know anything and weren't worthy of a chance

He added his forefinger with, now pinching your clit. "Cum for me, doll. Need to feel my wife cum on my cock." He grunted, only for you, he knew he owned every second of this, and it was driving him wild

Pleasure wracked through you and your whole body shook as you came hard, getting your cum over Toji's cock, thighs and even the table below you.

Toji grunted as you came, you could see his eyes dark as he watched you. The other men's breathing grew harder as they watched, some of them shifted, they just couldn't look away.

You could hear the way most of them were breathing, like they were holding back from something, like they wished they were Toji, but couldn't be, they weren't worthy

"Fuck, doll. Gonna fill this greedy cunt up." Toji grunted, fingers digging into your hip before he spilled inside you.

When Toji finally reached his peak, you could hear a few sounds of relief from some of the men. However, they were all still jealous, how they wanted to be the one who was able to do this, yet they weren't.

Toji didn't move for a moment, he wanted this moment to last forever, the look on the men's faces, all of it, only for you. He let out a small grumble as he held you close, his breath could.

You could see Toji's breathing hard, he could keep going if he wanted, but he felt he had his fill. He wanted to show everyone around that they had nothing on him, all the men in the casino watched you both with jealous eyes. You could still feel his hands against your thighs, still holding you close.

With a wince, Toji pulled out, his grip grew a bit tighter around your thighs. His eyes were low, trying to catch his breath. You could hear some of the men let out groans, trying to disguise it as a cough, though it was obvious.

Toji's breathing was still heavy, his eyes still dark from the whole ordeal. He began to pull himself up to be standing, and began to pull you with him

He looked to the side, at the young man next to him, seeing he had a large wet patch on his crotch. "Shit, doll. Fucked ya so good the boy creamed his pants, heh."

The man’s face was bright red, the fact that he had made such an obvious reaction, but couldn't hide it very well, was obvious. You could see the men trying so hard to maintain their composure, but it was obvious to tell some of them were jealous as well.

Toji began to gently straighten his clothes up as he held you, still making everyone watch, and still showing off your body

He then grabbed you and spun you around to face the woman, even though you were dripping cum, tit still out, makeup running down your cheeks. "Tell me, girl. Does she look fulfilled to you?" He asked her.

The woman was shaking. "You killed... my husband." She whispered, trying not to look at her husbands body that limply sat next to her.

Toji clicked his tongue, and let out a chuckle, ignoring her words. "That's not answering my question,” Toji replied, his grip tightening on you slightly. "Just answer the damn question." Toji said, his tone was harsh, almost threatening.

The woman flinched at Toji's harsh tone, and let out a shaky breath. "...Yes." She muttered

Toji smirked, it moved his scar. “That's fucking right,” he turned back to you. “Come on, doll. Let's get out of here.” He slid his jacket off him, before he threw it around your shoulders.

As he slid his jacket around you, Toji began to walk, guiding you out of the room, showing you off to the men in the process. You could see the men watch you all the way out, they looked upset, envious, desperate, though they said nothing.

"Oh, one more thing," he turned to face you, one hand reaching for his pocket, other cradling your jaw. "Kiss me, doll"

You could see his eyes, still the dark, possessive eyes he had only for you. You knew he liked showing you off, but he still wanted something only he got.

When you looked at him, you thought you saw his gaze become softer, only for you. You were the only one who could see him like this, the only one who could see Toji like this. You knew you were the only one in the world who could get his attention, and he wanted a kiss.

Your lips were bruised, but still beautiful, the lipstick he loved was smeared slightly. He could see how you looked still a little dishevelled, but perfect in his eyes, to him, you were perfection. You were the only thing he would ever call perfection, he smirked softly as he waited for you to kiss him.

So quickly, you threw your arms around him and crashed your lips onto his. He kissed you back, his one free hand resting on the back of your waist. He pulled you close, still in front of everyone in the casino. Toji wanted everyone to see how you belonged to him, how he was the only one who got your kisses, your time, your everything.

"Don't turn around." He murmured to you, and that's when you heard it. The cocking of a gun, the screams, gunshots, then silence, all while you devoured the whiskey you could faintly taste on your husband's lips.

You ignored the mess behind you, focused on how his mouth moved with yours, how you could taste him through it all, how his other hand rested on the back of your jaw, how you heard his breath mix between kisses. While Toji seemed cool and calm, you could tell he was just as into the kiss as you were.

Then, he broke the kiss. "I love you, doll." There you stood, outside the casino, the cold air hitting your face, you could still feel your lipstick smeared, your legs shaky after everything, your legs slightly numb.

Toji held you close, he didn't want to let anything happen to you, he wouldn't allow it. He loved you, he had for years. You were his, only his, and he would tear anyone who got close to you to shreds.

God, did you love your mob boss husband.

on Pinterest and what do I see? crazy coincidence

&& if anyone saw how the “” looked different, it’s coz I copied this from my wattpad book i made specifically for this account 😼

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Together - CHO HYUN-JU x Fem Reader Part 3

Summary: Reader is scammed and abandoned by her boyfriend, leaving her alone in South Korea to her fate, so in desperate search of a solution to return to her home country she decides to join the squid games to get money, within the game she meets a couple of people who become her friends and could possibly be something more.

Warning: Violence, homophobia mention of attempted rape and sexist language

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◻○△ Hyun-Ju POV △○◻

The lights had barely gone out when Y/N had fallen asleep using one of her arms as a pillow and even though I was lying on my side, the space she used was still tiny, I could cover her with my arms and make her disappear without any problem.

The strands of her hair fell carefully and perfectly arranged around her head, some on her face where her long eyelashes adorned her cheeks, it was so strange to see and even more difficult to understand.

Previously, before I began with my identity recognition, my appearance attracted too many girls, many of them interested in my position and the economic benefits that this could bring to their lives, but I never felt attracted to them, they were all the same and empty.

But then why did I feel like this now? She could be my little sister, the fragile and sweet girl that I could take care of but my heart didn't feel that way, my stomach turned when she took my hand with fear, taking care that the bond didn't break so she wouldn't get lost from my side, my heart beat a thousand times faster when her eyes narrowed every time she smiled, my head spun every time she told me those words of encouragement making me see that I never made a mistake and that being who I am is no problem, she was the reason now for wanting to get out of this game and it didn't matter if I won the money or not, she was the best thing I had ever won.

Aren't you sleepy?…- she whispered making me jump slightly but I remained silent looking at her - don't pretend you're asleep… I can feel your gaze I'm sorry, I'm not sleepy yet..- I smiled at nothing feeling embarrassed for being discovered You should rest, tomorrow we will need strength to continue playing - her eyes barely opened illuminated with the warm light of the piggy bank - what are you thinking so much about? Thinking? What do you mean? - I looked at her curiously trying to pretend that everything was fine If you can't sleep, it's because your head is busy, what's wrong? - Damn, how did she know me so well? Just 3 days were enough for her to read me like the palm of her hand I was thinking… that… that this would be the last game we could play and then we would vote to withdraw from the competition - I smiled barely arranging a lock of her hair that covered her eyes I see, I was thinking the same thing, I don't want to be here anymore, when I get out I'll look for a job, no matter how bad the pay is, I just want to get out and go home - she sighed tiredly

If you don't mind telling me, now I would like to know why you decided to come to these games, what's your story?

Well… -she sighed deeply biting the inside of her lip a little and with another sigh she looked at me again- a year ago I met a guy online, he fell in love with me and he promised me that we would have a long and happy relationship, we went out for a couple of months just through messages and calls and one day he proposed to come to Korea to meet him and if everything went well I would stay with him to live and we would start a family, so… I quit my job and bought a ticket to come here… I met him and everything was going well but a couple of months later he… took all my money and disappeared, he barely paid the last month's rent and luckily they didn't throw me out but… -her gaze lowered sadly feeling ashamed- it was a stupid thing, I should never have trusted someone I didn't know

Men are disgusting… well.. you.. you understand - she laughed a little wiping her wet eyes - then you need the money for?..

To go back home, buy a plane ticket and go back to my country, I'm not welcome here and people have let me know in many possible ways, I just want to go with my family and start over what I left behind

Oh… - my heart felt like it was breaking into a thousand pieces, a part of me thought that by leaving this game she and I could get to know each other a little more, but she just wanted to run away from here, like I wanted and never hear from anyone else again - then… you'll leave

Yes I think so, but don't worry, once we get out we'll continue being friends and when I have a job I'll pay for all the necessary trips to visit you in Thailand - her eyes narrowed with the smile that formed on her lips, it was so comforting but at the same time so painful to hear that.

I didn't understand why it hurt, I had never felt that feeling of pain and abandonment in that sense, the sense of being in love with her.

Is something wrong? - Her small hand slowly touched my cheek making me focus my attention back on her just shaking my head smiling a little

Everything is fine, it's just that… I will miss my best friend as long as she doesn't come to visit me… - I lied and lied again when I told her I was sleepy and we had to sleep, I spent the night awake, watching her sleep once sleep overcame her again

The next morning, at the sound of the loudspeaker, everyone got up, as if so many hours had passed without even feeling the passage of time.

She barely woke up and jumped out of bed as if she had regained all the energy she had lost in the previous days, put on her shoes and almost ran down to greet Jun-Hee and ask her if she had slept well and if her baby had moved during the night. Y/N had barely found out that 222 was pregnant she kept asking her questions, excitedly showing that she couldn't wait for her turn.

Her authentic happiness made me feel much worse, it made me feel selfish, I wanted her for myself but I couldn't give her anything she wanted, I wouldn't give her the happy life, nor the family she dreamed of, it was a martyrdom and I only thought that I had made the worst decision to be the way I am now.

That is your punishment - the shaman laughed leaning on the bedposts - for following the wrong path that the gods wrote for you, now you will suffer, you love her but you will not have her

I don't know what you are talking about ma'am - I looked at her closing my sweater and arranging my hair with my fingers

Oh no? We are not stupid, we all know what you think when you look at her, how much you want to kiss her and show her that you love her but you don't, because you know that she doesn't like people like you, she only talks to you out of pity and she will never like you - the woman laughed, knowing that she had broken the last thing that was left in a piece inside me, she knew my secret and could use it against me to make me weak at any moment

Shut your mouth you damn bitch, you only know how to say shit, why don't you pray to the gods to give you a new brain uh? Get out of here - Geum-Ja confronted her pushing her away with her hands making the shaman go away laughing while I sat on the steps with my insides destroyed - girl, don't listen to her, that woman attacks where she knows she will truly destroy, don't give her that pleasure

She's right… - I looked at her sadly while she sat next to me brushing my hair with her fingers

Is she right? About we all know you have feelings for that girl? Of course she's right, but she'll never be right in stating what she feels or doesn't feel for you and we won't know until she tells you, maybe she sees you as an older sister or maybe as her best friend… -she smiled at me taking my hand- or maybe, deep inside, where no one knows her secrets, she feels for you the same as you do for her and it doesn't matter if you think you're not enough for her, when you're the right person for someone, all dreams come true

Do you believe in that? - I looked at her again feeling my lungs fill with air once again with her loving motherly smile

Of course, it doesn't matter what you were before or what you are now or if you are both girls, if love is sincere then love can do everything and I know you will fight to save yourself but especially her and I promise you that once we leave you two will go to my house and we will eat the best kimchi you have ever tasted, do you understand? - She laughed patting my back making me smile

''Players, it's time for a new game, please line up and leave in order following the masked soldiers''

Hyun-Ju, let's go - Y/N called me making me look at her quickly while she smiled

Go with her, I'll go with my son - Geum-Ja patted me again standing up as we both went down

Don't leave my side okay? - I looked at her as she nodded smiling and stood in front of me in the line of players

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The instructions had been clear and one thing was clear to me, I should not separate myself from Y/N at any time, she would be my priority in this game and no matter how many players there were, she would be the one who would always be by my side.

The platform spun to that traumatizing childhood song, everyone silently looking at each other

''10'' - The speaker spoke making us freeze

There are 4 of us, we need 6 more - Yong-Sik shouted desperately pulling his hair

Y/N! Here, there are 5 of us - Dae-Ho shouted pulling Y/N's arm making her look at him

There are 4 of us - I pulled her other arm bringing her back to me looking at him annoyed - Run to a room I'll look for one more

No Hyun-Ju I won't leave, let's go together - Y/N looked at me scared shaking her head

Don't worry, run! - I took her hand giving it to Dae-Ho making him pull her while I screamed looking for person 10 taking whoever the first person I saw was pulling her into the room

''10..9..8..7.''.- the speaker spoke making me nervous when I was able to enter the room and close the door almost fainting without oxygen in my lungs and the countdown reached zero we all looked at each other, the shots could be heard leaving us stunned as we caught our breath

Everyone is alive thanks to me! - the shaman shouted looking at us one by one - ah… I see why I'm here, to save your little friend's life - she laughed pointing at me

Don't start you damn crazy - Geum-Ja looked at her annoyed

As soon as the lock was removed and the door opened, everything was a bloodbath, we all walked in fear looking around confused when I felt a warm hand take mine.

You said we wouldn't separate… don't do that again - Y/N looked at me with her wet eyes

I'm sorry..- I smiled barely squeezing her hand walking slowly together so as not to slip with the blood on the floor

Again the song began to play and the platform turned again, this time with fewer players on it

''4'' - the speaker rang as soon as the song stopped making us look at each other

Run! Run now - I squeezed her hand pulling her as Geum-Ja and Yong-Sik followed us into the room and I closed the door leaning my back against it so no one could open it

This is so tiring… it's torture - Yong-Sik sat on the floor with his head in his hands desperate

Are you okay? - I looked at Y/N who was breathing heavily looking at the floor

Yes.. - she barely answered catching her breath

Again the lock opened letting us out, there was more blood and fewer people, the floor was sticky making our steps difficult until we reached the platform, once again the game began, the lights came on and the song played loudly

''3'' - the speaker announced making us look at each other again

What do we do? - Y/N looked at me scared

Come with me, we're doing in pairs and we'll look for someone - I grabbed her hand tightly, running screaming looking for someone, being pushed by Yong-Sik into the room

What are you doing here? Where's your mother? - I looked at him scared as he caught his breath

What?…what are you talking about? - he looked at me adjusting his misplaced glasses

The teams are 3 Yong-Sik, where did you leave your mother? - Y/N looked at him screaming upset

What? I understood 4, damn it - Yong-Sik tried to leave stumbling and throwing his glasses on the floor

This time Y/N let go of my hand and left quickly, grabbing Geum-Ja by the clothes skillfully by the back pulling her into the room with such force making her almost fall when she hit the wall and then she takes the door and closing it, now she was outside

No…Y/N NO, COME IN! - she looked at me through the gap in the door, her bright eyes looked at mine for the last time and then she ran - no, please no - the sound of the lock on the door rang and no matter how hard I pulled on it, it was impossible to open it

'' 10..9..8..7 ''

NO, NOT LIKE THIS, NOT HER - I looked at Geum-Ja pulling on my hair, my knees became weak making me fall on the floor as my tears fell

''6…5…4…3''

PLEASE DON'T KILL HER, DON'T SEPARATE HER FROM ME!..

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You Don't Need Anyone Else But Me

They wouldn't allow you to think of them as just a friend or let anyone else have you.

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💬 First story post of 2025—hoping it’s good enough!

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Han

Han was always effortlessly charming, the kind of person you couldn’t help but trust. When you began telling him about the person you were texting, he seemed genuinely interested. His questions were casual, his demeanor lighthearted, and his laughter infectious. You felt comfortable sharing everything—it was natural, especially since you were so close. But behind that warm smile and playful laugh, Han’s mind was racing. He hid his panic well, nodding along to your stories while plotting. The more he learned about this person, the more determined he became. Han pretended to care, to empathize, but it was all part of his calculated act. Once he had the information he needed, Han sprang into action. He processed everything meticulously, replaying each detail until he knew how to dismantle your connection with this person. What you didn’t realize was that Han already knew far more about you than you’d ever imagined. Long before you confided in him, he’d been quietly observing you, tracking your habits, your preferences, your vulnerabilities. Stalking wasn’t new to Han.

It was a skill he’d perfected, something he was patient with. He ensured that every step he took went unnoticed. Now, with this person as his target, he worked to disrupt every plan, every meeting between you two. He’d make sure nothing went according to plan. Maybe their car would break down. Maybe they’d suddenly fall ill. Or maybe something urgent would pull them away. Han’s methods were subtle, nearly invisible, but the outcomes were undeniable. Every time something went wrong, he’d be there, appearing just in time, like a knight in shining armor. As time went on, you relied on him more, drawn to his comforting presence, to the way he always seemed to appear when you needed him. “How do you always know when I need you?” you’d ask, half-joking, and he’d laugh it off. “I’m just lucky, I guess,” he’d say, his tone casual, making it seem innocent. But Han wasn’t just lucky. He orchestrated everything. He ensured that you saw him as your hero, and in reality, he was a monster hiding behind a charming mask. He didn’t care what it took to win you over, as long as the end result was you by his side. One evening, after another disrupted plan with that person, Han made his move. You were sitting together, the tension in the air palpable. He turned to you, his expression uncharacteristically serious.

“Can we try to be... more than friends?” he asked, his voice soft, almost vulnerable. “I don’t like the idea of losing you.” You hesitated, caught off guard by his confession. His sincerity, his raw emotion, made it difficult to question him. It felt like something out of a drama—an emotional whirlwind you couldn’t process. What you didn’t know was that Han had planned this moment long before it happened. Every word, every look, every gesture was part of the story he was crafting for you. To him, your life wasn’t yours—it was a play, and he was both the director and the star. Step by step, he guided you along the path he’d designed, ensuring you followed without realizing it. Every coincidence, every twist of fate, was his doing. He played the role of the supportive friend so well that you never suspected him. To you, Han was your confidant, your rock, the one person who was always there when you needed him. But to Han, you were so much more. You were his world, his obsession, and he’d stop at nothing to keep you by his side. As you smiled at him, unknowingly stepping deeper into his web, Han’s heart swelled with satisfaction. This was exactly how he wanted it—how it was always meant to be.

Felix

Betrayed. That was the only word running through Felix’s mind when he discovered you had been meeting someone else. It felt like a knife to the heart to realize that, despite everything he had done for you, all the time you had spent together, you only saw him as a friend. The realization left him feeling crushed, but Felix wasn’t the type to let his pain show—not at first, at least. He tried to hide his turmoil behind his usual sunny demeanor. With his bright smile, he casually asked why you felt the need to meet someone else when he was always there for you. “What’s so special about them?” he joked, though there was an edge to his voice that you couldn’t quite place. But when you gave him the same answer again and again, that you only saw him as a friend, something inside him began to change. You didn’t realize it at the time, but you were pushing him too far. Slowly, the cheerful Felix you thought you knew began to slip away. The radiant warmth he always exuded started to darken. His smile became forced, and his eyes seemed to lose their light. Then one day, without warning, the mask he wore so well crumbled.

His hand shot out, gripping yours firmly—too firmly. It wasn’t playful or gentle like before; it hurt just enough to make you flinch. His grip was like steel, unrelenting. His voice, usually so soft and soothing, came out sharp and biting. “How dare you,” he said, his piercing gaze locking onto yours with an intensity that made your breath catch. “I do everything for you,” he continued, his voice filled with frustration, “everything to make you happy, to see you smile. And yet, you still choose someone else? You think I’ll just let you go like that?” Before you could respond, Felix moved swiftly, shoving you against the nearest wall. The impact wasn’t hard enough to hurt, but it was enough to make your heart race. His presence loomed over you, suffocating and overwhelming. This wasn’t the Felix you thought you knew—the sweet, carefree boy who made you laugh and feel safe. This was someone entirely different, someone whose obsession was beginning to consume him. His voice dropped even lower, each word deliberate and chilling. “Let me make one thing clear,” he said, leaning in close, his breath warm against your skin. “We’re more than just friends. I won’t let you walk away from me and into someone else’s arms.”

Your voice caught in your throat, unable to form a reply. The intensity in his eyes and the darkness in his words left you frozen. He studied your face, as though memorizing every detail, before speaking again in a softer, almost pleading tone. “Don’t make me do something you’ll regret. Because I will. I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you with me.” For the first time, you saw a side of Felix you never imagined—a side that was possessive and obsessive, willing to cross any line to keep you by his side. The sweet boy who had once made you feel so special now felt like a stranger, someone you weren’t sure you wanted to know. Felix stepped back slightly, giving you just enough space to breathe, though the tension in the air was suffocating. His expression softened ever so slightly, but the fire in his eyes didn’t waver. “Think about it,” he said, his tone quieter but no less intense. “Why would you need anyone else when you have me?” The room fell into an eerie silence as his words lingered, heavy and unshakable. Deep down, you knew Felix wasn’t bluffing. He was no longer just a friend, and you weren’t sure if you could escape the path he had decided for the both of you.

Seungmin

“Where do you think you’re going?” Seungmin’s voice was calm yet sharp as he stood in front of the door, blocking your path. His figure loomed, his usual gentle demeanor replaced by something unreadable. You froze, your hand still on the doorknob. “I’m just going out,” you said lightly, brushing off the tension. “I’m meeting someone, Min—” Seungmin stepped closer, cutting you off mid-sentence. His eyes flicked to the necklace around your neck—the one he had given you. His lips curled into a humorless smile. “You’re going to meet someone who makes you smile like that? And you’re wearing the necklace I gave you?” His tone was deceptively casual, but there was an edge beneath it that sent a shiver down your spine. You instinctively stepped back, suddenly aware of how different he seemed. This wasn’t the Seungmin you knew—the one who always teased you playfully. This version was colder, his presence heavier, suffocating. “You said it looked pretty on me,” you said hesitantly, trying to defuse the moment. Seungmin let out a low laugh, the sound devoid of warmth. He mirrored your step back, closing the distance. Reaching out, he pushed the door shut behind you. The sound of the lock clicking made your heart race.

“I did say that,” he replied, his tone dark and steady. “But don’t think for a second that I bought it for you to wear on a date with someone else.” His words hung in the air, heavy and charged. Your mind scrambled for something to say, but before you could speak, he took another step forward, his presence consuming every inch of space between you. “Seungmin…” you started, your voice barely above a whisper. He tilted his head, his gaze piercing and unyielding. “Do you have any idea how much I like you? How much I think about you? And yet, here you are, acting like we’re just friends. Like you can just walk out that door and be with someone else.” His hand reached out, gently but firmly grabbing your chin. He tilted your face upward, forcing you to meet his eyes. They burned with intensity, a mixture of frustration and longing. “You’re mine,” he said, his voice low and deliberate, every word hitting you like a weight. “You should’ve figured that out by now.” Your breath hitched as his grip tightened ever so slightly, enough to make you feel his control. “Min, we’re—” “No,” he interrupted sharply. “Don’t say it. Don’t you dare say we’re just friends.”

His gaze softened momentarily, but the intensity of his words was unrelenting. “I don’t want to hear it. Because I’m not giving you a choice.” His words sent a chill down your spine. The Seungmin you thought you knew—the kind-hearted friend—was nowhere to be found. Instead, this version of him stood before you, unrelenting and terrifyingly sure of himself. “You’re not going anywhere,” he continued, his thumb brushing against your cheek in a gesture that might have been tender if it weren’t for the context. “Not to them, not to anyone else. You belong here—with me.” His hand dropped, but the tension in the air remained, so thick it was hard to breathe. He stepped back just enough to give you space, but his presence still loomed large. “You should know by now,” he said, his voice softening, though his words carried the same weight. “I’m not going to let you go. So stop trying.” The room was silent except for the sound of your unsteady breathing. You could see it in his eyes—Seungmin wasn’t bluffing. Whatever version of him you thought you knew was gone, replaced by someone who had no intention of letting you slip away.

Jeongin

As Jeongin watched the man stumble away, his steps unsteady and his face pale with fear, a faint smirk tugged at the corners of his lips. The confrontation had been brief but effective, leaving no room for doubt about Jeongin’s intentions. With a quick glance down, he noticed a small streak of blood staining his knuckles. It wasn’t his. He wiped it off casually, as though it were nothing more than a minor inconvenience, before pulling his phone from his pocket. His thumb hovered over the screen, scrolling through his contacts until it landed on your name. "Friend," the label read. He scoffed, the word feeling like an insult. His grip tightened on the device as he stared at it, his thoughts spiraling. "What should I do to you?" he muttered under his breath, his voice low and tinged with frustration. The mere thought of you calling him just a friend after everything he’d done for you was infuriating. Did you truly not see it? Or were you just pretending, clinging to the safety of that label while unknowingly fueling the fire inside him? Jeongin let out a bitter laugh, shoving the phone back into his pocket. "Friend," he repeated to himself, the word dripping with disdain.

"After all this time, sticking by your side, thinking we’re just friends? How foolish of you." He began walking, his pace steady as he headed down the dimly lit street. The night air was cool, carrying the faint scent of rain. The path was familiar—it always led to the same place: your place. He had walked this route countless times, each step bringing him closer to you, to the one person he had claimed in his mind long ago. His hands slipped into his pockets as he hummed a soft melody, the tune oddly cheerful for someone who had just chased off a rival. His mind, however, was anything but calm. Thoughts of you consumed him, intertwining with the lingering adrenaline from his earlier encounter. "Friendship isn’t in my dictionary," he muttered under his breath, the corners of his mouth twitching into a smile that was a little too wide. The streetlights illuminated his face as he looked up at the starry sky, the expression on his face one of twisted satisfaction. He thought of the man who had dared to text you, dared to think he had a place in your life. That man wouldn’t be bothering you anymore—that much was certain. Jeongin had seen to it personally.

"You won’t be hearing from him again," he said to himself, the words carrying a quiet finality. He chuckled softly, the sound echoing in the empty street. "In the end, the only person you’re going to see is me." As he approached your building, his steps slowed, his mind already crafting the narrative he would present to you. He didn’t need to rush; after all, he had all the time in the world to make you see things his way. Standing in front of your door, Jeongin took a deep breath, schooling his expression into one of boyish charm—the one that always made you laugh, always made you let your guard down. But beneath that smile lay something far more dangerous. To him, this wasn’t just about affection—it was about possession. You were his, whether you realized it yet or not. And Jeongin wasn’t the type to let go. As he raised his hand to knock, his heart pounded with anticipation. He could already picture it: your surprised face when you opened the door, your soft voice greeting him, unaware of the lengths he had gone to ensure you’d stay by his side. "In the end," he whispered to himself, his grin widening, "this story only ends one way—with you and me."

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Hunting Your Soul Chapter 5 🫀Y/N🫀

Trigger Warnings: Stalking, Mentions of death and murder, mention of the word rape, mention of the word torture, mentions of period blood

I seriously needed to get out of the house. I needed to move and stay somewhere else. I can't believe my stalker cut me. Except I don't think he was any type of stalker. He was something that lived in the shadows. He was something that was supposed to be in a prison cell but would never get caught. I believed he was the monster that was supposed to stay in my grandmother's fantasy books. I could be wrong but I felt it in my bones. This creature was a vampire or a monster. A monster that has sharp claws. A werewolf even. If he was a vampire surely my blood would have tormented him and called to him. Surely he would have drained me. I was guessing it was a male. It was this stereotype that women didn't stalk. But what if this one did? I honestly didn't want to think about it too much. My head was hurting. I decided I needed to get out. I needed to go for a walk. Grabbing my coat I walked out of the house and headed down the street. The sun was up. I believed if they were a night monster they wouldn't follow me. They would hide in the shadows where they belonged. I walked along the beach so my trainers wouldn't get covered in the sand as I embraced the sun. I felt the sun warming up my skin and it made me excited. I smirked for a brief moment when my phone rang. "Be careful my love. One day the sun will burn." The voice spoke before hanging up. The voice was hoarse and husky. His words were a giveaway. He was a vampire and he wanted to damn me. He wanted to turn me into one. At least it confirmed he was a male. His voice frightened me and caused me to turn around. There was nowhere where he could be. It was far too open. Unless he was in the black-tinted car. Shit he was. Fuck my life. Do I run? I spun around and walked forward nervously. He couldn't get me if I was out in the open. Out in the sun. I was safe out here, but how long could I stay out here? I walked towards the pier when something buzzed in my pocket. Unknown: I'm not going to hurt you petal. You can enjoy the sun. It was nice to see you happy. I want you to embrace your last days till you're mine. I realised then a vampire was stronger than all forces put together.  Me: How long have I got left? Unknown: So polite to ask. A week. More if I am generous. Me: How long till you kill me? Unknown: A while. I will not kill you straight away. I want you to beg to be killed first. I sucked in a breath and put my phone away. I was not going to allow this monster to ruin my last few days of freedom. One thing I wasn't going to do was beg to be like him. I wouldn't be a monster. It wasn't who I was. I sat on the bench on the pier. Listening to the waves crashing against the rocks. Listening to the wind whisper. The birds fluttering by. Listening to my thoughts wander off.

I was thinking about what the monster would do to me when he kidnapped me. Would he hurt me? Rape me? Torture me? I wanted to know what he wanted from me. Would he tell me if I messaged him? If I messaged him, I would be luring him closer. It was a stupid thing to do. No sane person would ever do that. I guess if I was already damned. I slapped my forehead. I felt like a fool for my thoughts. I shouldn't message him, but I wanted clarification on my death so I could prepare. I wanted to know how I would be treated by my capture. Was that so wrong to know? Surely not. It wasn't like I was being captured by a human. I was being taken by a monster. Something inhuman. Me: What is your name? Can I know that? I waited for him to answer but he didn't so I gave up. He wasn't going to tell me. There was no point pushing the chapter to tell me more information in case I riled them up or added to their obsession. Now that was the wrong thing to do. The right thing to do was go to my Grandmother's house and listen to the creepy readings she was currently reading. That was the right thing to do. Except when I got there Grandmother was out with her friend Avis again. Leaving me alone. Possibly endangered. What could my grandmother do anyway? Wack him with her walking stick. I'm sure he'd win anyway. I picked up the book my grandmother was reading and it was called SKZ Mate by The Random Page. I nonchalantly flicked through and read a couple of pages to pass the time when I ended up engrossed in the book. Maybe grandmother does have good taste in books. Just not men. That was a joke everyone told themselves as Grandfather died from a horse chase on a lad's holiday in Spain. Apparently, he and his friends had annoyed these horses and they ended up chasing Grandfather to his death. It was ironic considering grandfather was always up to no good in his youth. Grandfather was known to pull random stunts with his friend so it wasn't a surprise he died in that way. It was a story to go by. At his funeral, Grandmother was said to have scolded him for having an early grave. It was a shame as I never got to meet him. He sounded hilarious and a stereotypical man. Some say my father was like him until he met my mother. She grounded him some say. It was also said that my father stalked my mother until she agreed to go on a date with him, so I guess mother and daughter alike. Except I had a planned kidnapping. Did it bother me that my stalker wasn't responding? A little bit. I had no idea why I was so bothered by it, but I was. I at least wanted him to communicate with me so I could become familiar with him until I died. Not become dead but dead buried in the ground. I sighed at my thoughts. It was like I was yearning for him already. I was ridiculous and I was blaming it on my hormones since I was due on. I had no idea when I was due but I was. I just prayed he wasn't a vampire and wasn't appealed to it. I hoped he was the vampire that saw it as deceased blood and it didn't bother him. I was praying for it at this point.

Did my prayers come true? Absolutely not. Days later I woke up to change my bin that was filled with tampons and I found them gone. All gone. I could see they were once in the bin as the bin bag was stained red but they were nowhere to be seen. Instead, a note was there. Thank you for your deliciousness. Chan x I learned the monster's name was Chan as he answered my text message a few hours later. Apparently he sleeps during the day. Which made me gather he was a vampire. The traditional stereotypical vampire that sleeps during the day and comes out at night. The one that burned during the day. My stalker continued to text me throughout the days. Asking me how I was as if he was trapping me into kindness. Sometimes I started to fall for it. Each day he was more curious about the things I liked. Each day he dropped me a present. A book on vampires. Some pyjamas. Another day it was flowers. He was softening me up for the day he would take me. Take me away from my family. My Grandmother.

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Prime and Protector (TF One Sentinel Prime) pt. 2

pairing - Sentinel Prime x F!Prime!Reader

summary - Sentinel's bond with you grows stronger

warnings - might turn this into a series, idk, bear with me and my love for this guy

a/n - i enjoyed writing the first part, so have some more of my thoughts on Sentinel's relationship with Prime!You before (italics) and after (normal) becoming sparkmates (i may have forgotten to add a few things to the first one) also i am so sorry for the wait!

"Sentinel."

Sentinel lived for the sound of his name leaving your dermas. He was putty in your servos whenever you called him, always happy to do the most menial task for his pretty Prime.

"Yes, my lady?"

The advisor showed up at your door, eagerly awaiting your command, but you frowned when you saw how tired he was.

"Sentinel, have you had a break?"

"No, my lady. But I can-"

"Go, power down," you ordered, concerned about his health. "Please."

"(Name), Sentinel needs to-"

You glared at Zeta, "He. Needs. A. Break. I will fetch the reports."

Sentinel panicked at that idea, "No, no, I can handle it!"

"My sweet advisor, your pretty wings are drooping. Go power down."

He absolutely did not want to, because he would rather do something for you. He liked being useful to you, liked your praise - the 'pretty wings' comment had his fans working overtime to cool him down. But recharging? He couldn't be useful to you.

You smiled a little at his reluctance, "I'll have more for you to do once you're awake again."

He seemed content with that, and left to go recharge. You turned the other way to go and retrieve the scout's reports, but Zeta Prime's next words stopped you.

"You are too fond of Sentinel."

"And you're not fond enough," you answered, then went on your way.

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"Sentinel."

Your sparkmate's wings fluttered up from their drooping position when you called him, his mood changing like the flip of a switch.

"Yes, sweetspark?"

You smiled at his new nickname for you, "Can I trouble you?"

"Of course, for you it's no trouble."

Even after becoming sparkmates, Sentinel retained his eagerness to please you. He was at your beck and call, still ready and willing to serve you in any way. If it made you happy, bonus points.

You smiled, "Come and look at the reports and tell me what you think."

He almost didn't believe those words, and gestured to himself, "Me?"

You laughed, "I didn't know there were two Sentinels."

Flustered, he approached you and took a look at the reports. He hadn't expected you to ask for his opinion, because even though that was technically his job the other Primes usually ignored it.

"I don't trust this one," he held up one of the recordings. "I've been there, it's not as overcrowded as this scout makes it out to be."

"Hmmm," you leaned forward. "Take care of it for me?"

"Of course, my lady."

"(Name)!" You called after him.

He chuckled, "Habit."

He returned a while later, looking weary, and you were immediately concerned.

"Sentinel-"

"No!" You snapped at your fellow Prime. "He needs rest." You turned to the advisor, "Did something go wrong?

"The scout did not send that message, my lady," he wiped some Quintesson blood off his shoulder. "I don't think we will be receiving any more communication from him."

"I should have gone myself," you led him to his berthroom.

"No, my la-(Name)," he quickly corrected when you gave him a look. "I was happy to be of service to you."

"I know, but I feel like I sent you into a trap..."

"It was," he admitted, "But I'm here, aren't I?" His wings buzzed a little, hoping for your praise. Hoping you were impressed with his ability to get out of a difficult situation.

"Indeed," you agreed. "But I do not like endangering you."

You were too worried about him to pay him a compliment! That wouldn't do. He brought you closer to him, reassuring you.

"My sword made quick work of them, sweetspark."

Your tension eased, "I suppose that is a comfort. You are very impressive with an equally impressive weapon."

He beamed, glowing under your praise.

"Now rest, Sentinel."

~

Another day out in the field, fighting the Quintessons. Their numbers seemed limitless, as more came every time you felled a few. You grew weary, separated from your Primes in different sections of the battlefield.

Your weariness disappeared when your optics picked out Sentinel in the fight, being overwhelmed.

You obliterated Quintessons in your path as you rushed to assist him. Around you, the other Primes were also weakening, but your focus was solely on your advisor.

"I don't think so."

You grabbed a Quintesson that had been about to attach itself to Sentinel's back, and you tossed it aside before shooting it.

"Thank you, my lady," Sentinel offered you a soft smile, which you returned.

You quickly intercepted another, your armour being scratched by their talon as you threw your arm in front of Sentinel's faceplates, shielding it.

"My lady!"

"Sentinel, it's just a..." You watched him completely demolish that Quintesson, chopping it into far more pieces than necessary. "...scratch."

When you returned to the tower, Sentinel was at your side with a buffer. He was exhausted, quite obviously, but he was eager to fix your "wound".

"Sentinel," you laughed. "It's nothing."

"You got that because of me," he pouted. "Let me fix it."

He was so cute, you couldn't deny him, "Okay."

The scratch in question was smoothed out within minutes, but far from making Sentinel feel silly about it, you smiled at him.

"Where would I be without my trusty caretaker, hmmm?"

His chassis puffed out with pride.

~

*My lady, what happened?!"

Sentinel's panicked voice flooded your audio receptors as two of the High Guard members carried you back into the tower, heavily wounded.

"I'm okay," you flinched. "It was just a bit rougher out there today."

Your sparkmate almost had a spark attack as he analysed your wounds. He called for the best medics, threatening them if they didn't drop what they were doing and come now. You looked so badly hurt, his wings drooped a little.

"Sentinel."

"Mhm?" He looked at you, turning his attention away from the medic.

"I'm okay."

"You are very obviously not, sweetspark," he offered you a small, weak smile despite his worry. "But you will be."

Sentinel had always been sweet toward you, but his sweetness ramped up to a thousand while you were on bedrest. He scurried around doing all your tasks, helping the other Primes AND tending to your every need and want.

"Will you slow down?" You laughed one day as he ran into your berthroom with some energon, almost toppling over.

"You need it!" He protested.

"Sentinel, I'm not going to die."

He huffed.

"Okay, I'm sorry," you chuckled, "Thank you."

He beamed, sitting on your berth and feeding you the cubes. He refused to let you eat on your own, simply because, again, he loved doing things for you.

When you were finally allowed to move around again, the blue-and-gold Cybertronian refused to let you get back to the fight. As your advisor, he couldn't exactly order you around, but as your sparkmate his concern was duly noted and followed.

"I am proud to say I killed over fifty Quintessons today, my lady," he swept into the room, looking pleased with himself. "In your honour, of course."

You smiled, "That's sweet, darling, but it's (Name) or sweetspark to you. But that's impressive, well done."

When you awarded him with a sweet kiss, Sentinel swore his legs wobbled. The praise and the kiss were too much for him, although in a very, very pleasant way.

He still offered to do some of your tasks, to take the load off you. You politely declined, noticing his increased tiredness.

"Sentinel, go recharge."

"But-"

"Recharge."

"Sweetspark~"

"Sentinel."

"...Fine."

He obeyed, but pouted the whole way to your shared berthroom. He was not happy, but hated disobeying you.

Sentinel had been obsessed with you before, but since becoming your sparkmate it had increased tenfold. You could literally say or do anything to this bot and he will take it with a smile on his face. He counts himself lucky that you're sweet to him, not sadistic or cruel like some of the other Primes could be.

"Sentinel."

"Yes?"

"Come here and let me admire your pretty wings."

His faceplates burned, but he obeyed and moved closer. They were sensitive to touch, so he shivered pleasantly when he felt your servos run along them tenderly.

"You are by far Primus's best creation."

He was at a loss for words. You, a Prime, a prestigious and elite creation of Primus, bestowed him with the ultimate compliment. Him, a bot who paled in comparison to your excellence, power, and looks.

"Sweetspark, I fear I am going to malfunction if you say that again."

You chuckled, noticing how flustered he got, "I mean it, you know."

"I disagree," he chuckled, "Primus definitely took a little more time designing you, you're the epitome of perfection my lady."

Your faceplates burned now, "Can't you just take a compliment?!"

He laughed, enjoying how his words impacted you just the way yours impacted him. He quite enjoyed knowing he had such power over you, even if it was just a little. He was content with just that little bit.

~

"Sentinel, are you drunk?"

Zeta's accusation sounded a lot like he had never been in the same predicament before, which annoyed you. Your advisor was stumbling around, a very cheerful smile on his faceplates. He looked like he had a little too much high grade, but that wasn't something to be punished for.

You'd seen Megatronus and Micronus in far worse states after consuming a little too much high grade.

"Leave him alone, Zeta," you rolled your eyes, catching your advisor before he fell faceplates-first on the floor. "There is reason to celebrate, we are close to winning this war."

Zeta opened his mouth to say something, before Sentinel giggled and teased your leader, "Yeah Zeta, lighten up."

Zeta froze, as did all the Primes in the vicinity, but you just laughed and put a hand on his chassis to steady him. He smiled drunkenly at your laugh, poking your faceplates.

"You're cute when you laugh~"

Your faceplates burned, and you led him away from the other astonished Primes. You took him to his berthroom, as he looked around in awe, like he had never been here before.

"This place is so pretty!"

It was very hard to keep a straight face whenever he spoke, and you allowed yourself to smile in amusement as you helped him lay on his berth.

He was knocked out immediately.

~

Sentinel could control himself around high grade. He had learned from past experiences that he was not to drink too much, even if you encouraged him to enjoy himself.

So he sat back and watched you Primes enjoy yourselves.

You noticed him sitting quietly, patiently, because you were - as usual - excluded from the festivities, even if not on purpose.

"You're oddly quiet," you noted, sitting down next to him.

"Someone has to be responsible here," he muttered bitterly, echoing Zeta's scolding from the last time. He looked tired; his optics were dull and his shoulders were hunched.

"You take such good care of us," you praised him, placing a servo on his shoulder. "You need to take care of yourself too."

"As if they would give me a break."

He wasn't always the cheerful advisor you saw. At times like this, the other Primes had worn him down so much that his energy levels dropped dangerously low, worrying you. They were too careless with your sparkmate, too mindless.

"Rest your optics for a moment," you told him, offering your shoulder. "I'll keep an optic on them."

At least for a little while.

He looked like he wanted to protest, but he had no energy to. He resigned himself to exhaustion, resting his helm on your shoulder and going offline for a few moments. You sighed contently, happy to take some of the load off him.

"Sentinel!"

Your sparkmate jerked back online, blinking a few times to clear his vision. He immediately stood up and responded to the call, despite your reluctance to let him go.

"Let me help you."

You found him cleaning up after the other Primes, not even hesitating to assist. He protested, but you refused to listen.

It got done faster, and you were happy to drag him back to your shared berthroom to get some much-needed rest. He tried to fight his exhaustion to spend a little more time with you, but you assured him you'd still be there when he came back online.

You were starting to notice a change in him, a spark of resentment for the other Primes, and it was worrying you despite your shared feelings on the matter.

[sccrim]

ILLUSION CLUB !

warnings : ( stripper / stripping , touching )

this was a fic i was gonna start for him but ended up not liking it so this is what was supposed to be the first chapter ahahha

"right this way mr. kakashi." a woman smiled making sure kakashi went to his table. everyone in the club knew who he was. they all knew he always had to sit in vip with a clear view of the stage. "so many new women." might guy smiled deeply eyeing all the lady's in there.

this place was like candy to them. every other night they always went to relax after long days of work. kakashi only went to this specific club for the only woman he loved to see. he admired your body like art. made sure he memorized every single detail about your body figure, face, hair.

"your admirer is here for you." your friend laughed placing her dark red lipstick on her lips. "yeah and he bought his friends." you smiled lifting your boobs. "good thing i wore my new heels." your friend blew a kiss while walking out to the floor. "hope you get lucky tonight."

"tell n/n i'll be in the private room." kakashi fixed his suit and took a sip of his whiskey. he walked across the floor to the private room waiting for you to walk in. he missed you. missed your body moving side to side in his hands. missing the feeling of tracing your body while she dancing on him. he wanted you, no actually he needed you.

"back for more mr. kakashi." you smiled walking toward his seat. "you could say that." he spoke softly. "you know you're making the others jealous." you grabbed his arms and placed it on your hips. "is that so?" he slightly bit his bottom lip looking at you sway your hips. "you can't always have me to yourself. i have to make money some how right?"

kakashi grabbed a stack of hundreds and threw it on the table. "bend over." he demanded. you smiled bending down placing your hands to your ankles looking back at kakashi. "everyone knows when i walk in here you're all mine. they have a problem they can speak to me." he placed his cigar down. putting his right hand on your ass. "ah, there's where you're wrong hatake." you turned your body to him and sat on his right leg.

"i'm not yours." you whispered in his ear. "is that so?" his hand placement now on her lower back. "strip." he threw another stack on the table. "is that how we treat woman now?" you slipped your bra off. "please baby." he soft spoke blowing out a bit of the smoke. something about you put him in a trace. he was the only man you would strip for. one, the money was good. two, you had actually liked kakashi.

the first time he laid eyes on you on that stage he just had to have you and only you. so many women trying to dance for kakashi but he just couldn't deal with them. you were the only one he requested and it had to be you. if you weren’t there then he wouldn't show up. he only had money for you. everyone in the club knew not to mess with you when he was there.

"can i touch you?" you nodded as you sat directly on his lap. kakashi placed his left hand on your inner thigh and his right hand on your throat. you leaned your head back in pleasure as he kissed your neck. this wasn't out of the ordinary. you both liked the feeling of each other. even if kakashi didn't throw stacks out you, you would let him do whatever he wanted to you. he was the only man you would let touch you and feel up.

"times up mr. kakashi." you smiled, getting up placing your outfit back on. "come to my office tomorrow." he spoke as you grabbed his hand making him follow you back to the floor. "and why's that?" you questioned. "you'll see. be there at 8." he whispered in your ear, putting a stack on the side of your hip.

all the girls staring at you guys — jealous of how much you would get just from one man alone. kakashi was a rich man and he didn't care how much he would spend on you. he knew one day he'll have you. it was just a matter of time.

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[papasbaseball]

The Wizard x Reader (Wonderful Wonderful Girl) | Chapter 10

Pairing: Wizard x F!Reader

Rating: Mature (Rating to Increase)

Warnings: Power Imbalance, Boss/Employee Relationship, Graphic Depictions of Violence

Summary: Being a maid in the Royal Palace of Oz is not half so bad. Despite the meager wages, everything else is provided for you for an honest day's work. It can be unnerving working for the most powerful man in Oz, but you are able to avoid him most of the time. This changes during Lurlinemas, your paths soon becoming inextricably intertwined.

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We don't talk about the kiss. I spend most of my time in the hallway, reading one of the books he had gotten along with our set of winter traveling clothes. None of the clothes are green, all of them varying shades of brown and beige. I feel as if a storm has picked us up and blown us into a different dimension, stripped of any finery or verdant life, stripped of friends and family. I'd give anything to be able to talk to even Emily right now. When we pull into Wittica, I'm glued to the door, hand on the handle even before the train pulls to a stop.

As I slide the door open, I breathe in the cold, thin air. It's harder to breathe up here, something that I hadn't thought much about as the iron beast tore and climbed through the Pertha hills. Those same hills had gone from simple rolling mounds of winter yellow grass to wide and sturdy mountains. As I look across the city skyline, I can see the barest covering of snow on top of them, as if Lurline herself had come through in the middle of the night to dust them with a powdered sugar. The entire village seems to have thanked her for this honor by stringing thick garlands weighed heavy with oranges and cranberries and salt dough cookies from every gutter, every unionist steeple, and even the train station lampposts.

Beside one of those lampposts is an older woman dressed in an elaborate gown of lavender silk with beaded vines of pink and midnight blue that creep up the side of the skirt. Her eyes light up as the Wizard disembarks behind me, stepping forward to meet us.

"Still alive, I see," she says, dry amusement in her voice.

"And wouldn't you know it," he replies with a smile, "I feel better than ever." He kisses her once on each cheek as they embrace.

I can feel my cheeks burn. It feels as if I'm looking in through the window of a neighbor far away. Presumably, she must be our guide for the day – even if a tad overdressed – but it's clear that the Wizard knows her priorly if he wasn't a true friend completely of hers. I’ve come to know him more in-depth this past month, but I have never seen him get even remotely close to anyone he'd ever met the way he has with her.

"The train hasn't been too bad, has it?" she asks, cocking her head to the side in care.

"Hey, it's only as bad as you let it be. First night was rough, but it's gotten better."

Ouch. His words feel like a smack. Was I really that intolerable that sequestering myself in the hallway was preferable to him than spending time with me in the living compartment? I bite the inside of my cheek, inching closer to the two of them.

"Well, we have a lot to discuss and I've reserved us a private room down at Florio's tea shop. You know how I love-" She stops mid-sentence, giving me a quick look up and down. "Is there something you need from us? The train will depart again soon. I'm sure you have much work to do."

I blink at the assumption, but the Wizard steps in, putting an arm around me, and introduces me to her. "She witnessed the ambassador taking the Grimmerie," he says quickly. "An invaluable resource when the time for trials comes. Now, about that tea shop."

Morrible looks me over, letting her eyes linger on the dirt brown skirt and white blouse that I had picked for the day. Satisfied that the Wizard was telling the truth, she turns from us and leads the way down the platform. The Wizard offers me his arm, but I just look at it before following after Morrible.

"It's a nice break coming here, away from children," she says as we step out onto the dark purple brick streets of Wittica. Where Settica had been all oatmeal and drab, the facades of Wittica seem to have taken it as an offense, painting themselves in warm hues of orange and yellow that stand out against the fresh blue sky. We must have arrived at the right time because the platform is empty and there isn’t much foot traffic out on the streets. It's probably just past the lunch hour.

"How's that whole thing going, by the way?" the Wizard asks. I startle at his voice because, despite having refused his offer of an escort, he is still right beside me. I roll my eyes and continue following Morrible as she takes us through a main thoroughfare.

"Are you asking if I've found any exceptionally talented witches or wizards?" she says, looking over a beaded shoulder. "Hardly. More of the same. The farther we get from the Ancient Ones, the more rare magic has become."

"I could really use a powerhouse right about now," he sighs. "You really got nothing?"

Morrible gives him a disapproving look before taking us down an alley that has been strung with lights overhead. A wooden sign in the shape of a crescent moon hangs above a doorway, painted in pastels to read "Florio's Teas".

We step into the shop and it almost feels like home. The sweet and spiced aromas mixed with fresh cookies could have come straight from the kitchens back at the Emerald Palace. Lurlinemas is only a few days away, so the cinnamon and oranges are stronger than ever, and every table has been set with a cranberry red lantern, a candle flickering happily inside. I'm drawn to the counter, spying some particularly cute gingerbread cookies that are shaped like reindeer, but Morrible leads us back past all of the tables and into a room with paned bubbled glass doors. There is already a feast of small treats and teapots that have been set at a little table for two.

"I didn't think that we would be having any guests," Morrible explains. "Your letter didn't say anything about a stowaway."

I wring my hands, looking around. "I could just sit outside," I say. I wish I had brought my book knowing that I was going to be such a burden.

"What?" the Wizard says. "No, no... no, look here-" He picks up one of the cafe chairs from outside and sets it so it's perpendicular to the other two chairs. Morrible's lips curl into a frown, but she takes a seat at one of the chairs and the Wizard closes the doors. I take a seat in the bony cafe chair that the Wizard had brought in, tucking my hands beneath my skirt and thighs.

"I spoke to the Lord-Mayor," Morrible says. "He is not eager for war, but could be persuaded if the price is high enough." She pours herself a cup of tea that has a purple tint to it. There's a tag on top of the pot but I can't make out what it says. I don't even have a cup to pour any tea into, but my eyes light up when I see some of those reindeer cookies from earlier. I pluck one off of the tiered tray and take a bite of spiced antler.

"Yeah that figures," the Wizard says as he sits down. "How high are we talking?"

"I'm sure some tax breaks to Gillikin as well as taking his grandson into your service as a young diplomat," Morrible replies.

"No," the Wizard says, waving off the idea. "I don't do children. They get in the way and touch all your things..." he shudders and I think I have the same vision as him of a little boy slapping a sticky hand on the control panel for the mechanical head in the throne room.

"It’s nothing to worry about. His grandson is sixteen and well-behaved: a quiet boy," Morrible says, setting down her cup of tea.

The Wizard takes one of the gingerbread reindeer and points it at Morrible. "You should have gone into politics," he says before biting off the head of the reindeer.

Morrible gives him a coy smile, picking up her teacup again. "No. That's what I have you for." She takes a sip of the tea and says, "Politics disgusts me. I'd rather tell someone I hate them to their face."

The Wizard leans back in his chair, copying her smile. "And do you hate me?" he asks, taking another bite of the reindeer.

"This war is giving me a headache," she says. "I hate you for that."

"I might hate myself for it too," he laughs.

I bite the head off of my reindeer as I watch the banter flow easily between the two. When the Wizard wasn't busy intimidating those beneath him, he had an uncapturable charm that could soften and woo, winning you over to his side with a laugh and a warm touch even if he was getting you to agree to drink poison. What he had to offer Morrible certainly wasn't poison, but it hinged on the Emerald City and its allies breaking the siege: the promise of peace and a secured spot at the table, but nothing more. Morrible doesn't look like the type to fall for easy trickery and a wink of an eye, but her eyes now shine with a certain thrill and her cold demeanor has melted away entirely.

"I am not privy to information regarding the defense force," she says, "but if I were, I would say he could probably lend you a thousand of his guards."

"Hey, a thousand? That's not bad," he says excitedly, "but we're talking about- to siege a city... he must have at least five thousand. I haven’t heard anything from the palace guard yet."

"I have tried telling him this," Morrible says, "but unless you offer much more, a thousand will be all you can get."

"I sent Thropp a letter," he says, "but I haven't heard back from him. You wouldn't by chance happen to have..." his hand waits poised, as if he were trying to pick the right word out of the air.

"Spoken with him? No," she says.

"Could you? I mean... It wouldn't hurt," he says.

Morrible sets her teacup down again, folding her hands into her lap. She says, "I'm not familiar with him the way you are."

"Could you get the Lord-Mayor to send something? Some reassurance that there will be others?" the Wizard asks.

"I'm a very busy woman," Morrible says, getting up from her chair. "I've already asked too much from him."

The Wizard rises too, and I watch as if it were magic the way he moves, like a well-rehearsed dance, taking her hand in his, wrapping his other arm around her decorated shoulder. "I really appreciate you coming out all this way. I'm sure you have school to get back to – I wouldn't want to keep you, of course – but I'll see you at the safe house?" He brings her hand to his lips, placing the sweetest of kisses on it. I watch as he drinks her deeply in with his amber eyes, and just for a sliver of a second, she shies away in a blush, before meeting his eyes again.

I want to run or throw the whole tray of cookies at him. I'm glued to my chair, as I watch him flirt with her, not begging on his knees, but getting the exact same effect. In my heart, I know that this isn't the first time he's sweet-talked her like this, nor the farthest he's ever gone. They are made for each other, the way they dance in tandem, like a perfect waltz, even better than Fiyero and I, for they have had years of practice. The urge to throw something at him subsides, washing away to reveal a basin of emptiness at the realization that these were the tricks he plays and that I mean nothing to him. Even if I had ever meant something, it was less than whatever was well-aged and rich with Morrible.

"I'm going to wait outside," I say. It strikes me that it's the first time I've spoken since we entered this awful tea shop. I hurry out and shut the door behind me before the tears can pour out in front of them. We hadn’t spoken since the kiss, but I thought he would have cared at least a little bit if he was jealous enough to prevent Fiyero from kissing me. It was a stupid thing to think that he ever actually cared about me at all, a naive conception that I had nursed into a fantasy. I bite the inside of my cheek as a punishment. I wonder if I might not be back in the Emerald City with Fileah by now if I had just accepted that everything was a mind game to him, and I couldn't trust a word out of his mouth. The Wizard doesn't care if I'm safe: he just wants what's best for him. He will always put himself first, even if it means making me fall in love.

I shake my head at the ridiculous notion. Using the cuffs of my blouse, I dry my eyes. It’s not long before the Wizard and Morrible exit the private room.

"I'll send word to the Lord-Mayor and see what I can do," Morrible says. "Maybe there will be even more troops that he can spare." A clock on the wall chimes, striking the hour. Had we really been in there that long?

"Ah!" she says. "I have to go. The next train back to Settica leaves in 20 minutes. Please enjoy the rest of the tea. It has already been paid for." She leaves the tea shop, not in any particular hurry, and I wonder if she'll make it back to the station in time.

"Did you want some more tea?" he asks, resting a hand on my shoulder. My veins feel cold as he brushes his thumb back and forth along my shoulder blade. I can already feel the tears welling up again.

"Can we just go back to the train?" I say softly, trying to hide the way my voice is constricting.

"We can do whatever you want," he says, squeezing my shoulder. The last ember of hope in me thinks she hears the tones of a father, trying to comfort a disappointed child, but I close it into my fist, suffocating it.

"Okay.”

[veltana]

I have this idea for a cnc scenario that I'll never turn into a fic, but I still need to get out of my system!

Warning! Below is NSFW content that contains consensual-non-consent with Steve Rogers. Don't read if it might trigger or upset you.

Steve slips on the night-vision goggles, and the world turns green. Adrenaline pumps in his veins and his cock is already hard. He's been watching you for weeks, cataloging your every move to find the perfect one to strike. And now it's time.

The air is warm, the forest smells damp, but this is the best place to catch you. The one thing you never stray from. There could be a hurricane inbound, and you'd still go for your evening walk. Sometimes you do it with friends, but this time you're alone, headphones on like always, listening to your favorite music.

There are streetlamps along the path, but the trees have long since covered them with their branches, diming the light. Perfect for Steve.

He takes a deep breath, centering himself. He doesn't want to hurt you, but when you struggle he's gonna have to hold on tight. Despite the green hue, you're still as beautiful as the first day Steve saw you. The day he knew he had to have you!

As you stroll past his hiding place he reaches out, quickly janking you from the path. His hand covers your mouth as he moves backward, the retreat mapped out in his brain.

You struggle, of course, screaming behind his hand. He thought about drugging you, but he wants to see you move, wants to hear your voice.

He chose a part of moss-covered ground that would be soft for you to lie on, but you rip it up with your hands as he puts you down, trying to move away from him. He pulls you back and rid you of your leggings, ripping them down the seam. Then he does the same to your underwear.

Despite the weeks of stalking, he's never seen you naked. He wanted to wait for it until this moment. To savor the experience! And you don't disappoint. It's a shame he has to have the goggles on, but he can't risk you seeing his face.

You're begging, sobbing, and it makes Steve so hard he's about to burst.

Your cunt is warm and tight as he pushes in, and even though he's been quiet up until now, there is no way he'll be able to hold in his moans when you're taking him so well.

You've stopped struggling, now only crying and words tumbling out in a mess, begging him to stop. Out of a pocket, Steve pulls a bullet vibrator. He wants you to love this as much as he does.

When he puts it against your clit, you cry out in pleasure and start writhing on the ground again. He feels your cunt pulse around him, pulling his orgasm close. But he needs you to finish first.

He told himself he wouldn't speak, but he struggles not to tell you how beautiful you look, how amazing you feel, and how good you're being for him.

Instead, he tells you "Come for me."

And you do.

Steve wishes he'd set up a camera too, so that he could watch the moment you come on his cock over and over again. You're as perfect as he knew you would be.

With a deep groan, he empties himself deep inside you, then collapses beside you. He pulls you on top of him to protect you from the cold forest floor and reaches up over his head to pull down the blanket he's hidden there.

He kisses the top of your head before realizing he still has the goggles on. He removes them and the world turns dark. It's almost night and he needs to get you out of here. Into some whole clothes and a warm bath.

He kisses you one more time.

"Baby, you did so good, but I need to move you. Don't want you to get too cold."

You hum in response.

Steve stands up with you still pressed against him.

"I love you," your hoarse voice says.

"I love you too," Steve responds with a smile.

[rodrickrulezz]

HIIIIII

First I wanna say that your first fix is like INCREDIBLE and that I support you as HELL

So I was thinking a Rodrick x reader were Susan and Frank want to have « the talk » with them yk ? Because they are scared af that Rodrick impregnate reader.

Tell me if you need more details

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thankyou sm for the support and happy new year!! (*´Д`*) I'll try my best with this request ( ´Α` )

rodrick heffley × fem!reader mentions of sex, pregnancy

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"Rodrick!" Susan called for what seemed hours, "Rodrick!" she calls out once more as if Rodricks's music will magically turn off by itself for her to be heard. With a huff, she comes to terms with her having to stomp up the stairs as she did yesterday and the day before and the day before that..

Making her way up the stairs, the music becomes more obnoxious up close than downstairs. With a push, Rodrick's door flies open, entering a frustrated mother now shocked mother as she stares at the sight of her son lying down with his girlfriend on his lap. She exits as quick as she entered only being able to exclaim, "Rodrick! Music!" Now more panicked than angry now.

Susan raced down the stairs, eager to hear what Frank had to say about his teenage son's girlfriend nestled a bit too close to him. Probably, "They're teenagers, hun. Doing teenager stuff " but she wouldn't allow anyone getting pregnant under her roof.

"Frank!" Her sudden proclaim disrupted the bite of his sandwich, "Huh, what?" Susan leaned in as if she was uttering government official secrets, "I went up to Rodrick's room to say to turn down the music as I normally do but-" Inbetween bites Frank hums in acknowledgement, Susan continues "I saw (reader) sitting on his lap! Rodrick touching her hips!"

Frank blinks. Processing all the train of fast words she spewed out to him after a swallow he says "So...you want me to talk 'im? Tell them to keep it in their pants?" He receives a light slap on his shoulder, "Frank! No! They're far too young to be having sex. Unprotected sex at that! I don't know if Rodrick has condoms.." Frank blankly watches her spiral thinking of hypotheticals that all result in teen pregnancy.

Frank knowing his munch of his sandwich won't be peaceful until he talks to his teenage son about safe sex. With a sigh he nods and makes his way up the stairs, an anxious Susan trailing behind him.

"Rod?" He cautiously says before opening the door peering over it to see reader snug against rodrick watching him playing on his phone.

"Yeah, dad?" Rodrick mirrors the panicked expression of his now timid mother "Everything alright?" You say, your eyes bounce between the contrasting faces. One panicked the other hesitant.

You both sit up, expecting that there's a man holding Greg captive from the suddenly cumbersome atmosphere.

"Uh..rod..your mother and I are worried that you're going to make some stupid..unprotected decisions..and..I know you two love eachother but..even though it feels right in the moment..it may lead to-" Frank mumbling anything that came to his mind that would please Susan and keep his son from doing anything stupid. He went to go on but the bewildered faces of the two of you, he paused for an ounce of an answer.

"Huh?" Rodrick broke the uncomfortable silence. Susan butted in, "Frank and I love you both love you and we don't won't (reader) getting pregnant. We know you're experiencing urges-"

Rodrick, sheepishly pipes up covering his face with a pillow, "Why are you telling us this?? " You mirror Rodrick's awkward face, your cheeks heat up at the mention of urges.

Frank scratches his head, reluctant to say it, "Your mother saw (reader) on top of you and.. well..thought.."

"Mom! What the hell!" He rips the pillow off of his face. Defensive, Susan shoots back, "Rodrick! Language!"

Frank in attempt to difuse the new tension of the room he adds unnecessarily," Rod..it's nothing to be ashamed of..I remember when I was your age..there was this girl-"

"Dad!" Rodrick whines, desperate for this uncomfortable situation to be over already. "(Reader) and I weren't having sex."

Now, their faces weren't contrasting, the both of them having questioning looks. "You weren't? What else -"

"I have cramps.. bad ones..and uhm.." You feel the heat cementing itself onto your cheeks as you explain, "Rodrick was massaging me for some relief.."

The air becomes unbearably still, and wide eyes stare back at you and Rodrick. Frank, the only one who spoke up after what seemed a century of silence, "Oh well..that's sweet rod..attaboy..I'm going to go.." Frank disappears from the doorway. Faint footsteps trail down the stairs. Leaving a lingering figure, Susan, after mumbling rushed words she blurts out, "Make good decisions!"

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this is so bad I apologise!!! I didn't know how else to construct this (((￣へ￣��)

hope you enjoyed this!! I'm open to kind constructive criticism and tell me what you liked so I can improve :33

[mysecretlittlelibrary]

Hey so can I have a scenario where Kurt has a s/o who he has been with for a while. It’s smut. S/o is a gentle, loving, passionate top? It’s not about his appearance or any bad actions he has done. S/o is just very loving in the moment with him whenever they do the deed?

~Late To The Party~

Pairing: Nightcrawler x Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: oral m & f receiving, lots of praise, general goofy cuteness here

Genre: it's smut ofc but plenty of fluff too

Summary: Sometimes your boyfriend just looks good enough to eat ;)

A/N:Thank you for requesting darling! <3

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You hum to yourself as you do your makeup at your vanity. You want to go relatively simple, a smokey eye probably, that's your go to when you're struggling to decide on a look. While you work, you hear your boyfriend mutter a couple of curses in German and stifle a chuckle. This happens any time he tries to tie a tie.

"Having a bit of trouble, my love?" You ask walking over to the bathroom where he's no doubt rebuking the very creation of neckties.

"Help, please?" He sighs, hands dropping to his sides.

"Of course my sweet." You smile, adjusting the sides to the proper length and tying it for him.

"This is ridiculous I should be able to tie a tie." He grumbles.

"I don't think it's that important, it's not like you wear ties every day." You shrug.

"But- most adult men can tie a tie, can't they?" 

"I dunno. But you should never learn because I like doing it for you." You adjust the knot around his neck slightly and tap his nose.

"I think it's important that I learn how to tie one for myself." He says.

"Yeah if you plan to start working at a bank." You scoff.

"A bank?"

"Or any other job that requires a tie every morning. You wear them so rarely that I really don't think you're missing out on anything, but if you must know, I'll teach you to do it for yourself. Even though I like doing it for you."

"Thank you." He says and you offer him a smile. With the tie fiasco out of the way, you take a look at his full outfit. He looks good. I mean he always looks good but he looks especially good right now. You tilt your head as you examine him.

"Is that a new shirt?" You ask.

"Yes. Does it look weird?" Kurt frowns looking down at himself.

"No! Quite the opposite, it looks really good." You tell him.

"Really? I wasn't sure the color would-"

"The color is perfect. Although, now I wonder if I should change so we match better." You look down at your own dress.

"Don't. You look amazing." Kurt says softly with that doe eyed lovey look he sometimes gives you. The one that so closely resembles the blissed out expression on his face after sex. Like the other day, you went through your toy stash together, and he picked a couple out that piqued his interest- that was a fun night.

"Keep looking at me like that and we'll be incredibly late to this party." You tap under his chin and leave the bathroom before your wandering mind does make you both late.

"Late? Why? We're pretty ahead of schedule right now." Kurt checks his watch while you sit back at your vanity.

"I know but we won't stay that way with you giving me that dopey grin." You tell him as you do your eyeliner.

"What dopey grin?" He frowns at you through the mirror.

"Well you're not doing it anymore, but sometimes you get this dopey grin on your face like I put the sun in the sky every morning and it looks a lot like your 'I just got my brain turned to mush' face after we have sex." You tell him.

"Oh."

"Don't worry I'm not going to jump your bones- I'm just thinking about it." You wink at him through the mirror as you swipe on your lipstick.

"I- don't wanna be late." He says hesitantly. You spin around on your vanity bench and face him.

"This lipstick is pretty life proof. I bet I wouldn't even have to redo it before we hit the road." You say, taunting him slightly. He's within arm's reach so you pull him towards you by the wrist and he looks at you with wide eyes, anticipating your next move.

"Liebling-"

"I know I said I was only thinking about it- but you are just too cute, I don't think I can wait til we get back to eat you up." You hum. Kurt gulps, he knows he won't be able to stop you once you start putting your hands on him or rather he'll have no desire to do so, but he doesn't want to show up super late to this party.

You thumb the button of his slacks and tug down the zip, shimmying his pants about halfway down his legs, freeing his dick, which is basically at eye level with you sitting on the vanity bench.

"Now, you'll have to keep your hands to yourself, I don't want you messing up my makeup. The rest of it isn't life proof." You warn him.

"But we'll be late to the-" Kurt trails off when your hand caresses his thigh.

"What were you saying?"

"I- you're distracting me." He says.

"Am I? Should I stop then?" You hum.

"Y/n please."

"We can go! You just have to tell me you don't want it, or even just step back. You haven't moved away so I'm not sure that I'm convinced you care that much about being late at this point." You muse. You're still just rubbing his thigh, giving him plenty of time to stop you.

"I care but I- liebling you know I can't say no to you." Kurt sighs.

"I'm not going to do anything if you won't ask for it then." You shrug.

"What?"

"Since you're so concerned with being on time I'm leaving it in your hands, if you want to leave we'll leave, but if you want what I want you'll have to tell me that."

"It- it's not the end of the world if we're a little late, right?"

"Right. So are we going to be a little late?"

"I- I think we're going to be a little late." Kurt says.

"Brilliant." You smile, wrapping your hand around his dick. Kurt takes a sharp breath and his abs tense in front of you. You wrap your lips around the tip of him and he gasps, squeezes his eyes shut, and balls his fists at his side.

"Y-you look- r-really pretty right nnnow." Kurt stutters.

"Thank you baby, so do you." You wink at him and take him back into your mouth. You watch his mouth fall open and his head tip back as he loses himself in the heat of your mouth wrapped around him. You move your head slowly up and down his length, taking more and more of him with each forward movement.

Kurt's hands flex repeatedly, but he diligently keeps them off of you, a task he decides he vehemently hates. The man is never not touching you when you're together, not even in a sexual way, he just loves to have his hands on you.

You continue sucking him off alternating between slow drags and faster bobbing. It's driving him nuts, the sounds spilling from his parted lips telling you everything you need to know. His moans are breathy and sometimes border on whines as they fall on your ears like your favorite song. Only once his legs threaten to buckle beneath him do you let the teasing stop and focus on making him cum. It doesn't take long, you've pushed all the right buttons to get him properly worked up and when you swirl your tongue against the spot just below the tip that always sets him off he spills into your mouth with a groan. He has to grab your shoulder to stay upright as you work him through his orgasm. When you're confident you've swallowed all evidence of his release you finally pull off of him. There's that dopey post-orgasm look of his you love so much.

"I love watching you fall apart you know." You smile as he takes a very shaky deep breath. 

"Not touching you is really hard." He huffs out making you laugh.

"Feeling alright my love?" You ask him.

"I- uh- I feel unsteady."

"Well! Luckily, I have a solution for that." You tug his arm with enough force to pull him to his knees in front of you. "Addendum, it's technically not a solution, more accurate would be luckily I don't need you on your feet for this next bit." You smile.

"This next bit?"

"You said not touching me is really hard. Well now you get to touch me. I wanna see your pretty face buried between my legs."

"Well you definitely don't have to ask me twice." Kurt says, pushing up the skirt of your dress until your panties are visible. He tugs them quickly down your legs and settles between your thighs with his hands resting on them.

"God you are perfect." He practically sighs before taking one long lick of your cunt. He groans at the taste before diving in fully. Kurt's tongue is eager against you, lapping up your juices, circling your clit, thrusting in and out of your center. He eats you out like a man starved, and your fingers thread through his hair has he does so.

"Fuck, Kurt, you're so good at this." You moan, grinding against his face. Kurt pulls one of your legs over his shoulder. He continues to rub the outside of said leg as he does all your favorite tricks with his tongue and you continue to moan and shower him with praise. 'I love you's and 'god that feels good's break up your cacophony of moans and groans. You arch towards him when he fucks you with his tongue, squeeze your legs around his head when he draws tight circles against your clit, and grind into his mouth when he slurps up your juices.

When he glances up at you and your eyes meet, you can barely stand the intensity of his gaze. He's looking at you as if his plan is to devour you from head to toe and nothing is more important than doing exactly that in this moment.

"You are so fucking hot Kurt." You sigh. Kurt groans deep in his throat and the vibrations make you gasp briefly. You pull at his hair and it makes him groan again. When you start releasing a string of curses Kurt focuses all his ministrations on your clit, tight circles that are sure to push you to the edge and over it rather quickly.

"Holy FUCK!" You groan as your orgasm hits. Kurt continues to tongue at your pussy until the aftershocks pass. You drop your leg from his shoulder making Kurt lean back.

"God I love you." Kurt says kissing your knee.

"I love you too my darling." You say smiling at him as you try to fix his hair a bit. You look over your shoulder to check your makeup in the vanity mirror.

"That- was definitely worth being late for." Kurt hums and you laugh.

"I'm glad you agree. And look at that, my lipstick still looks perfect." You muse.

"That would be one hell of an advertisement actually." Kurt chuckles.

"Definitely." You say putting on your earrings and necklace. Kurt stands and tucks himself back into his trousers. You grab a wet wipe from one of the drawers at your vanity and stand up, taking a moment to clean off Kurt's face.

"I was planning to clean that up myself ya know." Kurt says.

"I'm not going anywhere, you're welcome to more later." You wink.

"I will take you up on that." He says.

"Later my love, we should get going." You say. You give him a quick kiss and take his hand, leading him out of your room so you're not any later to this party.

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[riverintheunderworld]

Bath

↳ A Patient Casper x MC who struggles with accepting good things

"Stop squirming," Casper huffs, tugging at your hair. Its not firm enough to hurt, but it's firm enough to send a message. "You're making this very difficult."

"Agh! I'm not being difficult on purpose," you swiftly reply, turning your head back to look at him.

Droplets fly away from your damp hair, and you swear you weren't aiming for them to drop on his face!

You simply can't help yourself from chuckling as he grimaces, however.

"Sorry, sorry." You're not sorry at all, actually. Judging by the way he looks at you, a brow raised as he does his signature frown, you can tell that he knows. "It's just -- I can do this myself, y'know!"

"I know." He hums, softly guiding your head forward with his fingers pressed against your temple. "I'm not stupid."

Casper starts to take your shampoo, murmuring something about how there's too much silicon on it, or whatever, as he pours it on his hand.

"You really don't have to do this."

"I know. You keep doing that -- stating things that are obvious to me. It's very annoying." You'd probably be more offended if this happened in a different time, but honestly, you're just trying to focus on anything but the way Casper rubs at your scalp.

How does he make it feel so good?

Distantly, you wonder if you could make him do this for you everyday. Mornings would be a little less horrible, and you wouldn't come into work with a frown on your face like usual.

But no, you couldn't ask him of that. It'd be too much work, really.

He probably wouldn't want to, anyways.

"You're quiet," his voice is always nice to hear, but you can't help but tense up once he calls you out. "Nothing good comes out from you being quiet."

"Hey."

"I'm not wrong," he chuckles, voice turning a little softer as his hands continue to work. "You're thinking -- thinking so hard that it's honestly concerning. What's on your mind, sunshine?"

"Why should I tell you?" You sigh, sinking in deeper. The water rises to your chest. It's warm.

"Your thoughts are often too heavy to carry on your own," he presses a kiss to your bare shoulder, and you swear you stop breathing for a second. "Let me carry some of the load."

"Uh.."

"Please?" Another kiss, and this time, it's against the back of your neck."Don't make me beg."

Hm.

Well, that's a thought for later.

But, you're not gonna keep him waiting. It takes you a few seconds to even think about the first word you wanna say, but you manage.

"I was just thinking about how nice this was. Showering is, like, the worst part of my mornings." You tilt your head against the tub, and you see him looking at you intently. For someone who loves their own voice, he seems to like listening to yours a lot. "But now you're here. Cleaning my body -- which I could've done myself."

He snickers at your pointed tone.

"You turned a part of my routine that I absolutely hate into.. something I can look forward to?" You mutter, words slowly growing quite. "Just by your presence."

"I'm just that great." Casper proclaims, clearly proud of himself.

You cup some of the bathwater in your hands, before chucking it backwards.

Casper hisses, like the cat he is.

"Sunshine. Don't be difficult." He grumbles from behind you. That manages to shut you up.

Casper aims the water to your head, before combing out the conditioner with his hands. He's a lot more gentle than you are when it comes to things like these.

"Do you want me to help with-"

"Nope! No. Thank you." You say as fast as you can. Having someone wash your hair for you is embarrassing enough - but your body?

Casper backs off, leaving some space between him and the tub. You turn your head to look at him.

His expression is soft.

"I wouldn't mind doing this for you, by the way." He hums, leaning down for the last time to place a kiss between your brows. "It's really no problem."

Your mouth forms a frown at the idea. It's nice, but... you can't accept that - even if you want to.

"I can't let you do that for me. I mean, you'd have to wake up early in the morning-"

"Which I already do."

"Well... I'm just going to be grouchy the entire time."

"And why would that stop me?" He hums. "It never stopped you, did it?"

You turn your head around, trying to come up with something to say as you look at the water trickling around your body.

"I can't push you to do anything you don't want to - but if this is also something you want, I'm asking you to think about it. As of now, I don't have a job. I spend most of my time here waiting for you and protecting your house from danger. If I could start my mornings taking care of you? I'd do anything."

Casper finally stands up, looming over you. He places a hand on your head, before finally walking out.

"I love you." He says, looking at you before he leaves.

"Me too."

"I'll make you breakfast while you shower." He smiles, closing the door. At least one thing is going right this morning.

A/N: I don't take baths so I'm not exactly sure why I wrote this ??

Anyways !! I thought it would be fun to do, like, a reverse of the bath scene !

[miizuzu]

Once Upon a Dream Part 2

“Please babe! Don't be like this. I'm sorry!” Satoru was begging for your forgiveness.

You kept questioning him about what the girl at the sweet shop said and he finally confessed. “So everything that happened was not by chance. How did you even know where I was?” You were confused, all the loving feelings you had for Satoru had developed into something else; uncertainty.

“I might have followed you home and broke in and planted a bug on you…?” Satoru was coming clean, he didn't want you to be angry at him. “That's wrong on so many levels Satoru!” the colors on your face were drained and you started shivering from what he revealed to you.

Satoru sees your nervous and scared expressions and his heart felt like it was being torn apart. He tried to reach for you but you backed away from him. He felt his heart sink to his stomach as you backed away from him.

“Baby, please! I need you, I can't live without you anymore.” Satoru starts begging again. All you feel is disgust at this point, you need to get away, you don't know how you should process the truth.

“I need to get out of here.” You turned as you began to run. Only to be stopped by Satoru pulling on your wrist. “Nooo!!! Let go!!” You panicked, using your full force to try and break free from him. Satoru let's go right away, he didn't want to scare you further but his body just acted on its own.

“Please don't follow me, I need some time.” You said to him with tears threatening to spill, running off to God knows where, just wanted to get away from Satoru.

Satoru could only watch you disappear into the distance, he couldn't risk himself scaring you any further. He knows he cannot follow you, he couldn't even listen in on you through the bug since he was supposed to be by your side and thought he wouldn't need it. He felt devastated, his only saving grace was you didn't break up with him right there, yet. He's really hoping it does not come to that.

You weren't sure how long you've been running, all you know is you had to get away from Satoru. Your feelings were all jumbled up, you couldn't tell if you actually love him or was it just manipulation from Satoru. You couldn't believe the things he did to get close to you, you felt sick to the stomach. You end up throwing up, most of it landing on you coat. You were feeling hopeless and alone, feeling disgusted with your puke all over yourself.

You were walking down the street and people were looking at you funny, you saw a place that does dry cleaning and decided to go in and get your coat washed and to collect yourself.

You were greeted by a huge figure with red eyes and pink hair, you feel intimidated. The man could see you had been crying and saw the mess on your coat, he reached his hand out to you, and only said a single word. “Coat.”

You took your dirty coat off and handed it to him, nodded his head to the side, telling you there were seats you could use to wait as he gets it cleaned. He could see how shaken up you were and he wasn't going to ask you any questions. You headed over to the seats and sat there as you lifted your knees and hug them like you were trying to protect yourself.

He was searching your coat pockets for items you might have forgotten when he found the bug planted by Satoru, he looked over to you for a second when furrowed brows but decided to just throw it out without letting you know.

Your thoughts were running wild, trying to figure out what you should do, you know you didn't want to go home, you didn't want Satoru to find you but you weren't sure where you should go. The front door opens and you could hear a familiar voice, “Y/N?” You look up and see Choso, walking over to you as he look at you worried. “Choso? What are you doing here?” You no longer believe in fate, you think everyone is after you, you curled up into a defensive position. “My uncle runs this place. Are you ok??” Choso was so worried, he could see the tear stains on your cheeks.

“Yeah, I'm ok… I threw up on myself.” You didn't want to tell him about what happened between you and Satoru. You thought that was something personal and you should bother others with it. “Where's your boyfriend? Did you have a fight?” Choso continues with the questions you didn't really want to answer anymore. “Yeah… something like that, I don't want to talk about it right now.” He could sense that you were about to cry again so he stopped asking you things.

“My brother is off work and will be here soon, he has some desserts on him, I'm sure it could cheer you up!” Choso tried his best to calm you down the best way he could think of. As if it was right on que, a teen with pink hair comes walking in through the door. You realized he was the kid who helped you at the dessert place.

You were feeling sick again from the reminder that you and Satoru were just there not too long ago. The older man saw your face turned and threw a bucket at Choso for you to use.

“I'm so sorry about that, I'm not feeling well.” You excused yourself. “I guess you do feel really bad since you missed work. Do you want me to take you home?” Choso offered, “Wait, you live by yourself right? Who's going to look after you if you're not well?” Choso is such a worry wart when it comes to you, he is madly in love with you but you never noticed. “Sakuna, can she stay with us instead? We have spare rooms at home. Then we could watch over her till she gets better.”

Sakuna looked at Choso then to you, he could tell that you were the girl he was crushing on and decided to help his nephew out. “I guess. Her coat is almost clean, so we can go home early.” Sakuna walked to the back to get things ready.

“Choso, that would be too much trouble, I don't want to bother you.” Even though you don't want to go home, you don't want to bother your co-worker. “I'll feel better knowing you aren't by yourself.” Choso smiles at you and you sighed and agreed.

Arriving at Choso’s place, he led you into the spare room, gave you a spare change of clothes and asked if you would like to wash up before dinner. He also asked what you would like to eat, said he could make or order it for you. You told him anything is fine and that you do wish to shower, since you did throw up on yourself.

Choso watches as you step out of the bathroom with his clothes loosely hanging on your figure, all his blood rushing down south, he quickly hands you the food he prepped and confined himself in his room. You thanked him for making you some heartily soup which was easy for your stomach, you finished the food and cleaned the dishes and went back into the spare room prepared for you.

You finally settled down looking towards your bag, you decided to check your phone. You weren't shocked to see hundreds of miss calls and texts from Satoru, you checked the text and it was him apologizing and wanting to know where you are.

You were not sure if you wanted to reply to him, you were not sure if you could forgive him. You couldn't help but think this whole relationship just happened because Satoru manipulated you into it. You weren't sure if you actually really loved Satoru or was it just your body trained by him to want him.

Satoru was worried, he got home and tried to listen in on you through the bug but it had gone radio silence, he rushed to your place to find all the lights off and you were not home yet. He kept calling and texting you hoping for a miracle that you would pick up, right now he just wants to know that you're safe. He sat by your front door and decided to call again, and this time the line miraculously went through.

You didn't speak but the line definitely was picked up, he could hear you breathing and he finally was able to call himself.

“Y/N?”

“...”

“I'm sorry, I know what I did is wrong… it's just… I love you too much. I've fallen in love with you since the moment you gave me the desserts. I've been desperately trying to find you but when I did, I didn't know how to approach you.”

“...”

“Please, I'm not asking you to forgive me right away, just give me another chance. I'll make sure I change! I won't do anything that will make you uncomfortable. I just want to know you're safe.”

“... I'm safe, I'm spending the night at my friend's place. Please give me time, I… I need to figure out something.”

“... Alright, but… can I see your face one more time before we hang up? Please??? I just want to see you safe.”

“...”

You hesitated, but decided to change the call to a video call. Satoru changed it the second he saw you so you could see him too. He looked warned out, but has a soft smile now that he sees you. You felt a squeeze in your heart when you saw his tired eyes, your heart is telling you to forgive him right away but your brain is telling you no.

“Good night, Satoru.”

“Good night, my love.”

You hung up the call, hugging your phone while deciding what you wanted to do. You want to talk to someone about it and maybe they could offer you some advice? But who could you talk to? You didn't have a lot of friends, most of them are your co-workers and you're not sure if you should tell them about your personal life.

You decided to go down to the kitchen to get a glass of water, you walked past the living room and saw Sakuna watching TV while sipping on his beer. The 2 of you nodded your heads in acknowledgement and you went to get your water. You remember Choso calling him uncle but he doesn't look that much older, 7 or 8 years older at most. You kind of want to ask him for advice, since he's older (and maybe wiser) and he sees you hovering.

“Come sit brat, stop hovering.” Sakuna clicked his tongue in annoyance, you quickly went around and sat down on the sofa, leaning against the armrest. You keep peeking at him and he sees you at the corner of his eye. “What is it? Spill.” Sakuna closes his eyes as he rubs his temple.

“Well… I have this friend…”

“I know you're talking about yourself, so cut the crap and get to the point.”

You felt flustered, this is the first time someone is being so straightforward to you, it kind of feels refreshing. “If you find out your lover has been doing things behind your back to get you to… um you know… what would you do?” You blushed hard as you turned your face away. Sakuna raised an eyebrow and thought for a second, “What kind of things? Like lying?” He remembers about the bug from your coat and could tell your lover is kind of a control freak.

“Something like that… making you believe it was fate that brought you together but it was actually all an act…” you kept your head down, tears threatening to spill from your eyes.

“Do you think you are simply manipulated?” Sakuna sinks back into the couch as his attention slowly shifts back to the TV as he sips more of his beer.

“I'm not sure? At least I don't think I am.” You tried your hardest to think of any other time that someone else has tried to manipulate you.

“I told you to sit down and you complied right away. That doesn't sound very convincing.” Sakuna scoffs. “That's because!!! I wanted to see if you could give me some advice!” You started pouting, Sakuna could see why his nephew likes you, you were very interesting and had a cute face especially when you pout.

“You sure? Feels like you would hop onto my lap if I told you to.” He chuckles as he leans towards you. Your eyes widened as you jumped out of your seat, backing away from him. He laughs, “Relax. I'm only kidding.” he leans back to his seat.

You had enough of talking and wanted to get back to the room. You thanked him as you walked and Sakuna just waved it off.

You decided to sleep early, since you wanted to go home in the morning to change before going to work. You lay there, looking at pictures of you and Satoru together, you think you do love him and that you miss him, but you don't want to easily forgive him. You fell asleep while thinking of a way to get back at him.

In the morning, Choso wanted to go with you but you insisted that you wanted to go by yourself and that you've already bothered him enough, plus you weren't sure if Satoru was going to be there or not. You felt a ping of disappointment when you arrived home and saw that Satoru was not there, even though you were not going to let him off easy. You got yourself ready and went to work. Satoru had not messaged you yet, honoring his promise about giving you time, but he did send you a big bouquet of blue roses which all the female co-workers envy.

A week had passed and you were receiving bouquets everyday, people noticed the 2 of you hadn't been eating lunch together and were starting rumors that you broke up with him and he's trying to get you back.

You called Satoru during your lunch break and he picked up right as the line went through.

“Y/N!! You finally called! I've missed you so much! I wanted to come see you so badly but I wasn't sure if you were still mad or if you even wanted to see me…” he was going to keep talking your ear off but you cut him off.

“Satoru, stop sending flowers to my work, you are bothering my coworkers and I have no space to put them. If you think getting me flowers will make me forgive you then you're wrong.” You sighed.

“I know, I know… it's just, I don't want you to forget about me. I want you to know I'm always thinking of you. Please forgive me babe. I'm hitting my limits, I need to see you.” Satoru begs.

“We can meet up, but with one condition.”

“I'll do it no matter what it is!!”

“Give me Nanami’s contact information.”

“What??! Why would you need that?”

“Gojo. You said anything.”

“Omg! Ok! Ok!!! Just don't call me by my last name again, I think I'm going to throw up.”

“Give me his info and I will let you know where we will meet.”

“Fine… I'll send it…”

“I have to go back to work now, I will message you later.” You hung up before he could say anything else.

Satoru was worried, why did you want Nanami's number? Do you want to break up with Satoru and then get together with Nanami? Satoru felt sick in the stomach as he glared at Nanami, who noticed but ignored Satoru.

“Hey Nanamin, my girlfriend Y/N is wondering if she could have your number. Can I give it to her?” Satoru was hoping Nanami would say ‘why would she need that?’ or a simple ‘no’, but he agreed instead and pulled out his phone and asked Satoru for your number instead. He blinked and hesitated but ended up giving your number to Nanami.

Nanami looked at Satoru, he was acting very jittery and nervous which made Nanami raise his brow in question. He starts texting you.

“Hi Y/N, this is Nanami. I heard from Gojo that you wanted my contact information. Is there something you need?”

Satoru was nervous, why did you want to talk to Nanami? What if you wanted to tell Nanami all the things he did to you and wanted to get him arrested? Satoru was pathetically panicking and didn't notice Nanami snapping a picture and sending it to you.

“Hi Nanami! Yes I was wondering if you could help me keep an eye on Satoru. We had a bit of a fight and… just wanted to make sure he's ok.”

“I see. That explains why he's acting like this right now.”

Nanami sends you the picture of Satoru. And you couldn't help but giggle. Satoru watches Nanami text you and he suddenly lets out a soft smile. Nanami smiling????? What are the two of you talking about? It's bothering Satoru to no end. He starts throwing a tantrum, lifting things just to slam it down and Nanami had this all recorded and sent to you.

Nanami stands up now, and Satoru blinks at him. “I'm going to go do my rounds.” Nanami walks towards the direction of the door. “Wait! I'm coming too!” Satoru quickly follows. The 2 men were patrolling around and were walking towards your work place. Satoru was excited to see you. He had a legit reason if you did notice him and you couldn't get mad at him.

With your work building in view, Satoru already spotted you. You were walking with Choso following you closely. Satoru was already feeling annoyed at how close he was standing behind you, it instantly became worse when the person walking in front of you stumbled which pushed you right into Choso's embrace. Satoru was waiting for you to move away from Choso as his hands clutch into fists, you didn't move away, or you couldn't, since your hair got caught on Choso's buttoned shirt. Satoru could only watch silently as Choso caressed your soft hair to try and untangle you from him. You couldn't see Choso’s face but he was blushing with a huge smile on his face.

Satoru was seeing red. He wanted to rush in and punch Choso for touching what belonged to him. Satoru knows if he shows up in front of you like that you would end things with him for sure, so he swallowed it down, fist clenched so hard his nails cut through a shallow layer of his palm.

You noticed Choso had been more direct with you after spending the night at his place. You didn't think much of it, but you do notice his reaction every time Satoru's flowers would arrive, he would always be a bit more gloomy than normal.

You decided to fulfill your promise to Satoru for Nanami's number, you left work and headed to the dessert shop. You texted Satoru for him to meet you there,

You thought it would be fitting since everything started here. Within 10 minutes Satoru burst through the entrance, his smile so bright as he rushed over to your table and sat down and reached for your hands on the table before you pulled away, his smile fades instantly and turns into a pout.

“I am willing to give you another chance, but you have to follow my rules.” You’ve thought about it for a while now and you do want to be with him, but not without some payback.

“Omg yes! Yesyesyesyes!! Anything!” Satoru is beaming again. Awaiting what you were about to tell him.

“First, I want you to give me your location at all times. I don't want you stalking me ever again.”

“Done.” He pulls his phone out and turns on and leaves in his location for you.

“Second, you're not allowed to touch me unless I say it's ok.”

Satoru hesitated for a second, he thought it was only fair from how much he did without your knowledge.

“Okay. I promise.”

“Lastly, do not hide anything from me again or I will never forgive you.”

“I wouldn't dare hide anything from you anymore. Everything that's mine is now yours.”

“Remember what you promised me, Satoru.” You finally smiled at him and he felt like he's melting. He wanted to hug you so badly and you could see he's restraining himself, you walked over and hugged him only for him to bear hug you back. “Can I kiss you?” Satoru asks, you could feel him shaking from trying to hold back. You pound at his chest lightly, and hide your face in his chest, you felt embarrassed even though you were the first to get up and hugged him. “Not in here. Too many people.” People were starting to stare and Yuji saw you and wanted to wave to you but ended up staying quiet and just smiled.

“Let's buy some desserts and head out?” Satoru suggested. You nodded and he held out his hand, waiting for you to hold his hand. You grabbed his hand and walked towards the counter and bought your desserts. You decided to grab some fast food to eat at home, you were struck by an idea and went into the supermarket and bought some frozen food to heat up at home while Satoru waited outside.

When you got home, Satoru waited outside the door, not sure if he was allowed in, acting like a kicked puppy. He was delighted when you told him to come inside. He sat down and waited patiently for you to prepare dinner but was confused when he saw what you prepared. You heated up a couple of corn dogs and brought over some ketchup and mayo.

“What? Am I not allowed to have corn dogs for dinner?”

“Of course you are, you could have anything you want. I would order anything for you. Just…” Satoru wasn't sure why you picked corn dogs. He couldn't finish his sentence as he watches you bring the corn dog to your lips, his eyes glued to your mouth while his mouth gaped open and swallowed air. He watches as your soft lips wrapped around the corn dog, mayo dripping at the corner of your mouth. You pushed the dripping mayo back into your mouth and he was rock hard. You brushed back your hair behind your ear with your free hand and Satoru was moaning. He thought you were so hot and he wished that corn dog was his cock right now. His hand was reaching for you, “Nuh uh uh~ You promised you wouldn't touch unless I say.” You shook a finger at him.

All he could do was helplessly gulp down air and try to calm down. You continue making out with the corn dog till Satoru was restless and whiny.

“That's not fair baby, I want to touch you. I want to make you feel good. Let me touch you please…” Satoru was begging, with his shiny baby blue puppy eyes, you thought for a second.

“Hmm, nope.” You placed your hand on his thigh, and slowly moved closer and closer towards his hard throbbing boner in his pants, he was leaking so much pre-cum you could see it through his pants. You finished the corn dog without him realizing, too focused on your hands and how soft they feel. He wants to rip his pants off but he couldn't since he rushed to you still in his uniform.

You got up and walked towards your room, pausing at the doorway to hint Satoru to follow. He was gleaming again and quickly got up from the chair to run towards you. You stopped him just as he was about to hug you. “Satoru, I didn't say you could touch me yet.” He's pouting again. Pretty sure he's about to get a mental breakdown from the mood swings.

You wrapped your arm around him and found what you were looking for. You took his handcuffs and turned him towards the bed before pushing him down. “Strip for me, Satoru.” He kept his eyes on you as he quickly got out of his uniform, he only had his boxers left. “Since you kept trying to touch me without my permission, you need to be punished.” You dangle and swing the handcuffs in front of his face.

You could tell he was getting excited, you could see his cheeks getting redder by the second, his boxer is soaked and his pre is seeping through the fabric. You made him scoot back and cuffed his wrists to your bed frame. You wrapped a piece of cloth on each of his wrist just so he wouldn't hurt himself even if he struggles.

You started kissing him, and he responded back, you were licking his lips and he parted his mouth for you, sucking in your tongue as he moaned. He missed kissing you but you pulled away shortly after, making him whine again. “No babe, that's not enough, I want to kiss you more.” His eyes were so dilated his pupils almost looked black except a fine ring of baby blue. You started kissing down his neck, marking him as you do, his moans were feeling up the room. He is grinding his hips and thrusting slowly towards the air.

Your hands are on his tone chest, sliding down so very slowly, Satoru though this must be the most effective way to torture someone. Your fingers brushed against his nipples and he twitched and started breathing with an open mouth. His chest rising and sinking at a fast pace. “Your hands are so soft… play with me more. I'm yours. Do what you want with me.” You didn't say anything, you just looked him in the eyes as your hands touched him.

Your hands stop at the waistband of his boxers, and he is eager to have you remove it for him. You stood up and he looked at you confused as he watched you walk towards your nightstand. You pulled out something and walked back towards him and straddled on his thighs. You kissed him again and when he got into the kiss, you blindfolded him.

“Huh?? Wait babe, I want to see you.” Take them off please…” Satoru couldn't see you and he couldn't touch you, he was getting extra whiny and very desperate. “‘Toru, you said I could do anything I want though. Are you backing out of your promise?” You make yourself sound like you were pouting and all he could do was just moan at how cute you sound and the nickname you called him. His wrists were starting to get red from him trying to break free, “please babe, let me touch. I'm begging you…” he starts whimpering. “Not until I'm satisfied.” Your hand reached down to palm his throbbing cock and he twitched again.

He could only listen to what you were doing, and he could tell you were starting to remove your own clothes. He couldn't tell how much you've taken off, he could only imagine how you looked as you straddle him. Suddenly you lower your pussy on him, causing him to cuss and hiss from the warm feeling but the thin layer of his boxer getting in the way. “No!! Take it off!!! Take it off!!!!” He's rutting his hips against you as much as he could, he's dying to feel you against him again without anything being in the way. He's whining so much it almost sounded like he was about to cry. He could hear you moaning and feel your slick soaking his boxers. He was dying for more of your touch, he wouldn't sit still. “Satoru!! Stop moving around so much! Nymph!” You cupped his cheeks with your hands and he's leaning into your palm as he whines. “Please… mmnh take them off… pleaseee…” he was actually crying, his tears soaking the blindfolds.

You didn't think you would actually make him cry, so you kissed his eyes over the blindfolds and moved to remove his boxers. “Thankyouthankyouthankyou!” He keeps repeating till he feels your wet entrance on his tip. “Omg fuck, pleasepleaseplease!!!” Satoru was losing his mind, he stopped making sense the moment he felt your wetness on him. “Please what, Toru?” You continue rubbing your entrance against his tip. “Let me fuck you!! I want to be inside you! I can't wait any longer!! Fuckkkkkkkk!!!!” He could feel you sinking down on his cock, he came so hard as your walls milk him, you thought you were going overboard but you came as his cock spills hot cum, painting your walls white.

You were slowing your movements and Satoru thrust his hips up against you, making you scream out in ecstasy. “No babe, don't mm, don't stop, keep going.” He was grunting and hissing, he was still stiff even after cumming so much. You heard a loud snapping sound and a second later, Satoru already had you flipped, back laying on your mattress as he pinned you down. He broke the chain between the cuffs and now has his hands on each side of your head as he pants, his cock throbs halfway inside your pussy.

He finally reached up and pulled the blindfolds down to his neck. He was waiting for you to give him the go ahead to touch you, his hand hovering above body but wouldn't dare to lay a finger on you.

“You can touch me, Satoru.” His lips instantly crash into yours, guiding your tongue into his mouth again as he sucks on the tiny muscle. His hands caress your breast and down your body, and once his hands get to your hips, he grabs you tightly and slams the rest of his cock deep inside you. You back arch, but you were still pinned under him. His not letting go of your tongue and lips, he fucks and moan into you like he had been starved of you. You couldn't even protest, your nails digging into his back. You could only feel his cock kissing your cervix with every thrust. Your mind was going blank from everything, feeling the delicious stretch as his thrusts gets faster but sloppier, his grunts getting louder and louder as he finally released his second load deep in your cunt as your own orgasm washed over you. There was so much of your combined liquid, it started leaking out even with his cock plugging you up.

Satoru finally pulls out of you, making both of you hiss, he pulls you into his embrace. “Never separate from me again… I promise I will do everything you say.” You snuggled against the crook of his neck and said,

“We’ll see.”

@haruhatake @baepsays

[quackity1999]

can you tell us more about your time with karl and sapnap? Sorry if that's a sensitive topic :)

[ quackity buries his face in his hands. sighing. ]

fuck it. why not.

one of my best memories of them was when sapnap set the bed on fire. that was back in the early stages of our relationship, when i still flinched away from karl's hands and sometimes refused to sleep in their bed based off my belief of not deserving it. i was sleeping dead centre of the bed that night, y'know. wings stretched out over their backs. karl screamed like a little girl when i shook him awake, and sapnap was laughing through his apologies while i jumped around like a fucking lunatic. the sheets did not survive.

sapnap used to blow fire on his steak to cook it but it only cooked one side — so me and karl had to help him through food poisoning on the regular, which was kinda funny. karl often casually braided his hair while sapnap was puking his guts out in the bathroom, and i was busy in the doorway judging them. lovingly.

but it wasn't easy to transition into a . . genuinely kind relationship after what i had with schlatt.

i didn't let them preen me for about 3 and a half months. one time i had a nightmare, woke up and was briefly convinced i was back to sleeping with schlatt. ha. awkward. there was moonlight coming in the window; karl moved to sit in it just so that i could see his face and figure out that it was really him. just, y'know. super patient with me, talking about something to distract me, a story or some shit. reminding me of stuff we all did together.

anyway— i had nightmares. i had flashbacks, i would try and sabotage a lot of our relationship to test them, almost.

it wasn't the best approach.

but eventually we figured out ways to accommodate everyone. sapnap taught me how to deal with blazes in the nether. he was encouraging and supportive even if i kept failing. karl and i used to have these, like, pamper sessions while sapnap was being a greasy gamer boy in the living room. i was chilling out in the bath with some red wine in a glass and karl was standing in front of the mirror trying to style his hair — we had those face mask things on and everything.

we used to have game nights that sometimes turned into “who can make up the best pick up line”. and it would end with sapnap losing, storming off with fired up fingers and smoke pouring out of his mouth, sooo, like. karaoke nights were the definitive best option for us.

on that note, karl's hands were always freezing cold, and sapnap's were warm due to the whole blaze hybrid thing; they weren't the greatest at preening my wings for a lengthy time, but they were good at it. sapnap ended up buying gloves so the heat was more contained, and was always more gentle than karl with them but karl did try his best— he'd point out if the feathers were sitting wrong, catch me if i dozed off or just kept up conversation.

karl's eyes used to glow when he zoned out — sometimes he'd get really bad. i had to shake his shoulders a bit, pat his face. croon to him and wait it out. one time i found him at the fridge; he had just grabbed orange juice, right, but he hadnt moved any further from that point. i kept him company, shut the fridge and got him sitting down as best as i could. took around 30 minutes to bring him back.

one thing i do miss is sapnap lighting my cigs with his fingers. pfft. it's a tactic he used to flirt with me back then, and it absolutely worked.

but— uh. yeah. there's some history.

. . they were good to me, until they didn't see the point anymore. that's what it was. despite all of this, despite the love they had, i wouldn't go back. i couldn't.

and i'm never forgiving them.

[theshiftingwitch]

My blog is my safe space

When I joined this community back in August, I was excited to share my love for shifting and manifesting. I was so happy because I had been a shifter since 2021 and I was so very lonely in my journey. I couldn't talk about shifting or the law of assumption with anyone in my life, and we all know TikTok is a boiling pot of misinformation, drama, and virtue signalling so I didn't want to be there anymore.

So when I stumbled upon Tumblr's shifting community, I was overjoyed. It was so refreshing, so alive, that I forgot some people can be assholes regardless of the platform.

I wasn't planning on being an anonymous blog. I picked a name that reflected my passions and started posting without expectations. I never thought my anonymity would cause a stir. In the past, I had no qualms about sharing aspects of my spirituality and my craft on my main channels, and despite the backlash, I never let negativity turn me away from what I love. So having a faceless, anonymous account wasn't intentional.

But something changed along the way.

So let me address those two screenshots above.

I closed my ask box because it was draining. Yes I loved answering questions (even though most were repetitive) and I enjoyed helping as much as I could because that was the point of this blog! But what you didn't see, what I spared you from knowing, was the hate I was getting. Anonymous people telling me to off myself, calling me names, instructing me to 🔪 my wrists... It began to suck the life out of me, so I decided to prioritise my mental health.

Which brings me to the second screenshot:

I posted two videos on TikTok (with an ai filter on) where I talked about the latest controversy (because I was too lazy and too agitated to type my thoughts out instead) and it pissed someone off. I never claimed to be an expert in shifting. No one is an expert, no matter how long you have been shifting, you still have a lot to learn. I simply gave an opinion about an absurd matter that I believed would discourage new shifters and set them back. But apparently, because I don't want to show my face (so the bullying wouldn't shift from Tumblr to TikTok) my opinion is irrelevant and I don't know what I'm talking about?

I knew when I first started that both shifting and the law of assumption were controversial, and that by sharing my thoughts and experiences I was opening myself up to potential hate and bullying. I still know that now, and it changes nothing. I'm still going to shift, I'm still going to manifest. I'm still going to share my journey and help anyone who seeks me out. I'm still going to be anonymous because I don't care how much you want to see my face (I'm hot, I know!) I value my privacy and my mental health way more than some strangers' curiosity.

If you believe a faceless account has no merit, please feel free to unfollow, mute, or block me. Do whatever you think is best.

As for the rest of you, don't forget to drink your water! Stay hydrated, keep up with your skincare routine, and tune in every once in a while so I can tell you about the latest developments on my shifting journey.

Endless love,

Your favourite shifting witch ❤️