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Daddy’s little fuckslut (Vox x Pet!reader)

CW: explicit smut, creampie, noncon/dubcon, overstimulation, degradation, bondage, hypnosis, mind control, fingering, I’m tired and it’s 1:29 AM because I decided to edit this fic (which is incredibly self indulgent) so if I missed anything let me know. Love you <333

I walked in front of him and sat on his desk, blocking his view of the screen. "You called me in here for a specific reason. What is it?"

"Oh, don't be like that, babe," he said, pouting. He reached out to try and pull me closer, but I moved out of reach. He sighed and leaned back in his chair. "Fine, fine. I wanted to discuss some business matters with you. But first...”

"But first what?" | asked, crossing my arms. I raised a brow and eyed him warily.

"Well, I was hoping we could have a little fun first. You know, to take the edge off," he said, gesturing to his crotch. His flatscreen face flickered and showed a mesmerizing spiral pattern. "Just a little something to help you relax.”

"Relax..." I repeated, the tension leaving my shoulders. I stared at the spiral, utterly entranced, my eyes glazing over.

"Good girl," Vox smiled, standing up from his chair and walking over to me. "Let's get you out of those clothes...and onto this desk," he said, his hands moving deftly on my shirt buttons.

I didn't react, I just let him do what he wanted. I was like a little doll right now, staring at the hypnotic red and black spirals on his screen. "So pretty..." I mumbled mindlessly.

"Yes, very pretty," he agreed, his lips brushing against my ear. "But you're prettier," he said, his hands sliding down my sides as he peeled off my clothes. He lifted me onto the desk and pushed my legs apart, his lips trailing down my neck.

"Mm..." I giggled lightly and managed to tear my gaze away from the spiral for a moment. I looked at him with a small little carefree smile. "I'm pretty?" I asked, slightly disoriented and dazed.

"Mmhmm," he hummed, his eyes dark with desire as he looked at me. "You're the prettiest girl I've ever seen," he said, his hand moving between my legs. "Do you like that? Do you like when I touch you here?"

"Yeah," I said with a sigh. "I like the spirals, too. They make my head go all..." I made an odd sort of gesture, to convey the fogginess in my mind. "... You know? Makes me feel nice." I hummed lightly and giggled again. I had forgotten how nice it felt to be all dumbed-down like this. I wished it'd last longer, but it was a side effect of the spirals and wearing off quickly. "I wanna.. mnn... I wanna be like this forever."

"You can be," he said, his fingers moving faster between my legs. "I can make you like this forever. Just let me hypnotize you again and again, and you'll always be in this happy, carefree state."

"Hypnotize?" | asked, with a stupid smile. I had no idea what was happening, but I nodded along anyway. "Mm.. I'd like that. Anything to make me feel this nice. Are you happy? You've been nice to me. I wanna make you happy, too."

"You already make me happy," Vox said with a smile, leaning in to kiss me. "But I would be even happier if you let me make you mine. Let me protect you, take care of you, and make you feel good all the time.”

"Mmhm... okay," I said, giving him a quick kiss. "I want that. Do the... the hypno-thingie so I feel good and... and make me yours. Yeah! Yeah. I like that."

"Good girl," Vox said with a grin, before leaning in to kiss me again. When he pulled away he had me focus on the spirals in his left eye. He whispered the hypnotic suggestions into my ear as he did, telling me to crave his touch, to want nothing more than to please him and make him happy.

"Hm," | giggled lightly, leaning closer. My mind felt clouded, it was hard to think. "Mm... I love you. Mwah!" I leaned in and gave him a kiss, interrupting his words. "Your voice is so nice. I love it. I like the spirals. You have a lot of screens here," I noted, for the first time. The room was indeed filled with an assortment of screens, along all the walls. "I want the spirals on all of them! So I can see them and listen to your voice at the same time. I like your voice. Have I mentioned that? It's really nice." | laughed again, getting a little rambly.

Vox chuckled at my comments, how zoned out and absentminded I was for him. "I'm glad you love it. And don't worry, I'll make sure to have the spiral on every screen from now on," he said as he leaned in to give me another kiss.

I pressed my lips against his eagerly, tugging him closer by the collar of his shirt-completely forgetting he'd already taken off all my clothes.

“Fuck.” Vox let out a low growl as I tugged at his shirt, wishing he’d been undressed too. He deepened the kiss and trailed his hands down my body, cupping my breasts and rolling his thumbs over the nipples. "You're so beautiful.”

"I love you," | mumbled against his lips. my breath hitched and I pressed myself against him more as l desperately tried to undo the buttons to his suit.

"I love you too," Vox whispered back, his hands continuing to explore my body. He chuckled slightly as he reached the buttons and effortlessly undid them himself, revealing the crisp white shirt underneath. His hands moved to the buckle of his belt, undoing it with a swift motion.

I squirmed, impatient, but my gaze caught on the spirals on screen. He'd put the wonderful red and black spirals everywhere, just like l'd asked. I grinned as I felt the familiar calming sensation overcome me. I was completely distracted now.

Vox smirked as he noticed where my gaze had landed, the spirals that were now covering every inch of the room. He knew how much seeing them constantly could benefit him, having that constant reminder and repetition to get it through my head that I was his… to keep me all happy and carefree. So had gone out of his way to fulfill my request and displayed them everywhere. "Like what you see?" he asked, his voice low and full of desire.

"Mmhm," | mumbled, unable to look away. It was like my mind was being massaged into place, molded to his will. it felt so nice, so relaxing, I didn't even notice. My pussy was leaking precum onto his desk, where I sat, and I reached down to touch myself, rubbing my clit absently.

Vox hummed in approval as he noticed the wet spot on his desk. He knew I couldn't resist the hypnotic spiral pattern and it was always a turn-on for him to see me so unable to resist his control. "Look at you, already so eager for me,"

"So eager," I repeated mindlessly. I smiled slightly, completely dumbed out. "Mm. Use me however you want."

Vox chuckled darkly at my words, knowing that I was completely under his spell. He walked over to his desk, sitting in the chair in front of me as he admired my willingness to submit to him. "Oh, I plan to use you every way I want, my little sex slave,"

I smiled wider, warmth filling my core at his words. "Your little sex slave," I said softly, fondly, as I dripped more onto the desk.

Vox couldn't help but groan at the sound of my voice, so content and happy to be his. He reached out, running his fingers through my leaking pussy, spreading the juices over my lips. "That's right, my pet.”

I moaned lightly and closed my eyes, pressing myself up against him. Since I wasn't looking at the spirals anymore, I finally remembered what l'd been doing with him earlier. It was slowly coming back to me. "You were gonna fuck me," I murmured, not minding it in the slightest. "However you want, right?"

"That's right, my pet," Vox purred, his fingers still playing with my pussy. "However I want, whenever I want it." He leaned in closer to me, whispering in my ear. "And I want it now, so be a good girl and spread your legs properly."

"Mm.. love you," | mumbled, doing as I was told. The room was cold, considering | was completely naked on his desk, but I didn't really notice. I just wanted to please him. I hummed lightly, my voice shaky as he touched me.

Vox smiled, leaning in to press a kiss to your lips. "I love you too, my pet." He ran his hands over my thighs, making his way to my dripping wet pussy. He played with me for a moment, making sure I was nice and ready for him.

"Mmngh..." I groaned, my hips jerking slightly. "You're teasing me," I grumbled.

"That's right, pet," Vox chuckled. "Teasing is half the fun." He finally entered me with a slow thrust, making me gasp at the feeling of him filling me up. He started to move within me, slowly at first but gradually building up speed.

"Mmm." I moaned for him, trying to keep up as pleasure shot through me. "F-fuck... Harder...”

Vox's thrusting became deeper and faster, just as I’d asked. He reached up to grab my breasts, kneading them roughly as he continued to drive himself into me. "Like that?" He growled. "Like it when I fuck you hard and deep, my pet?"

My breath hitched and I came undone, cumming. "Mgh... yeah- yes, daddy! please... please keep going..."

"Did my good girl just cum?" Vox purred, smirking at my messy and satisfied expression. He leaned back down to kiss me roughly as he kept his thrusts going, pushing me towards another orgasm as his hands roamed over my body possessively.

"Y-yes.." I whimpered, trembling as he fucked me, then cumming again. "Daaadddyyy," I moaned, taking in every feeling.

Vox groaned as he felt my walls clench around him. He leaned down to nip at my neck, leaving a mark as he pushed himself into me one last time before reaching his release inside of me. "Good girl,"

"Good girl," I repeated with a sigh. I let my eyes fall shut and smiled lightly, happy to keep going if he wanted. His cum felt so nice inside me. "Your good girl."

"That's right." Vox purred, pulling out before collapsing next to me. He wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me close, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead. "My good girl." He repeated, already feeling his energy returning as he held you close.

I felt something... odd in me, and frowned. "Restrain me," I said, deadpan. I squeezing his wrist lightly. "Please. or I'll try to make a break for it."

Vox's eyebrow twitched at my sudden change in demeanor. He narrowed his eyes at me before sitting up and grabbing the cuffs from his deskside table. He held my hands above my head and cuffed them to the- well, I wasn’t sure what, but it was upwards and behind me- before sitting back down next to me.

"No! that's not enough," I sighed and easily undid the cuffs- my happy dumbed out demeanor was quickly fading. That's because the effects of the spirals and hypnosis were wearing off. "Use your magic cable things- the ones you can summon out of nowhere and control? Please. I don't wanna go."

Vox frowned deeply, but he summoned his magic cables and wrapped them around my ankles, binding you in place. "Is this what you want?" He asked softly, his voice dripping with disappointment.

"More. More." I paused and looked at him with wide eyes, pleading. I was afraid that when the effects wore off, l'd try to escape- I knew I wouldn't be happy about him making me into his sex slave when I was back to normal, either way. "Please daddy."

Vox sighed and summoned more cables, wrapping them around my wrists and securing them with the rest, tying around my torso, keeping me completely pinned. "Is this enough for you, pet?" He asked, trying to keep his voice gentle as he looked down at me.

"Hopefully," | said with a sigh. I closed my eyes, and when I opened them again I looked upset. They weren't glazed over, I wasn't under his control, and I was angry at what he'd just done to me. "Fucking asshole…”

Vox's eyes narrowed, but he seemed almost amused by my comment. He reached down and gently cupped my cheek with his hand, his touch making the anger in my voice seem almost comically out of place. "Language, my pet," he chided, his tone low and warning.

"No! fuck you!" I quickly moved my head in an attempt to bite him. I missed. "You can't just hypnotize me and fuck me and expect me to be okay with it! let me go! Let me go!!"

"Mmm, I can do whatever I damn well please with you, pet" Vox replied, a hand on his hips as he loomed over me. He kept his touch light and gentle on my cheek, trying to soothe me even as his words and tone seemed to say otherwise.

"Stop calling me that!" Tears pricked my eyes as I thrashed around. "Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you! I'm not some pet! I'm not yours! I'm my own damn person, let me go!"

"You are what I say you are," Vox said, and it was impossible to miss the possessiveness in his voice. He leaned in closer to me, letting his breath wash over my face as he looked me in the eye. "In my world-"

"This isn't your world! I don't give a damn about- about..." I caught sight of the pretty spirals on screen and relaxed, trailing off and losing my train of thought. I stared at the mesmerizing pattern, red and black and red... and black... and red... and... black "Mmmngh...”

Vox kept the hypnotic spirals on the screen just long enough to relax me before flicking them off again. He let out a breath, trying to calm himself, his eyes still locked on mine as he reached out to cup my cheek again.

"What..?" | looked up at him, my eyes glazed over again. "Mm... who are you? I want... I want the pretty colours back..."

"You don't need the colors, you have me," Vox told you, his thumb gently caressing my cheek as he spoke. He took in my expression again, his arousal growing at the sight of my eyes so unfocused and willing towards him. "Good girl,"

"Mm.. good girl," I repeated drowsily. I giggled lightly. "I think I like you... aww you're so nice... pretty.."

The praise made his lips curve into an affectionate, yet smug, smile as he listened to me giggle and repeat his words. "Do you want to be my good girl, hm?" He suggested, leaning in slightly closer, his lips dangerously near mine.

"Y-yeah!" | said, a small smile on my face. I pressed my lips to his without thinking. It was hard to think. My mind was all foggy, it felt so much better to be all dumbed down like this. "Mm..." I laughed again. "I like you."

He chuckled, his hand coming to rest on the back of my neck as he deepened the kiss. It was soft, warm and comforting. When he pulled away, he left me with a small peck on my lips before pulling back to look at me. "I like you too,"

"Hmhmmhm." I hummed absentmindedly, my focus slipping. I felt so tired. I watched the spirals move, so nice and relaxing. so soothing. getting rid of every thought I had before I could realize it was there. "Hypnotize me, daddy," I mumbled, not realizing what I was saying and completely unable to stop myself. "I want... you to own me.... own me forever.. hmhmmm..." I went back to humming, utterly out of it.

He smiled, reaching out to gently stroke my cheek. "Alright, my good girl," he murmured softly, his eyes filled with warmth. He took a deep breath and began the hypnotic induction once more. This time, it was much easier for me to fall into a trance like state.

"Good girl..." I repeated, with a small smile. "Wanna be a good girl... for you... mmm..."

"That's right, my good girl. You want to be a good girl for me," he said softly, his tone almost crooning. "You want to give yourself completely to me, without hesitation. You want to be mine, my little fucktoy."

"Yours, yours, yours," I mumbled dreamily, leaning into his touch. he still had me tied up with the cables, but I couldn't support myself anyway. "Good girl, yours... your little fucktoy... I wanna be yours, yours yours... I wanna be your little fucktoy..."

He nodded, satisfied with my response. He leaned in, his lips brushing against mine in a soft, lingering kiss. "Yes, my little fucktoy," he murmured against my lips. "You are mine. Only mine. You will do whatever I say, whenever I say it."

"Daddy.." | whined, wanting more. "Yours, I'm yours! I'll do whatever you say.... whenever you say it..."

"Good girl," he praised, smiling at my eagerness. He ran his fingers through my hair before trailing them down my body, teasing my skin. "You want more, hmm?" he asked, his voice low and full of lust. "You want me to take you now?"

"Yours, yours, yours..." I mumbled, not really processing the question. I couldn't really think at all. "Whatever you want, please..."

"Mmm, such a good little fucktoy," he purred, pleased by my mindless response. He untied the cables from my wrists and ankles, but before I could move he pushed me down onto the desk, pinning my arms above my head with one hand.

"Mmm.." I groaned, my pussy leaking precum already. I whimpered as I looked up at him, not understanding a single thing. The world was too hard for my dumb little brain to comprehend, I was just a mindless thing. His mindless good girl.

"That's right, you're mine," he said, his eyes dark with desire. He leaned down to press a kiss against my lips before trailing a hand down my body to my wet pussy. He teased my clit for a moment before pushing two fingers inside of me.

"Oh... mnngh... daddy..." I whined, my hips jerking forward instinctively. I couldn't do much else, anyway. I didn't have a single thought in my head, my eyes were glazed over, mouth hanging open dumbly.

"You like that, don't you?" he growled, pleased by my response. He pumped his fingers in and out of me with an expert hand, his thumb rubbing circles over my clit. "I could do this all day, enjoying your tight little cunt."

"Yes daddy... please daddy..." | moaned, drool leaking out of my mouth. I could hardly move, shaking with pleasure as he used me. "All day... all day..."

"You're such a good girl," he purred, increasing his pace as he pleasured me. He could tell I was close to cumming and he wanted to push me over the edge. "You belong to me, and only me. Only daddy is allowed to make you cum."

"Good girl... yours.." the praise was enough to make me climax. I moaned and cummed on his hand. "Daddy..."

"That's right," he said, smug as he felt my cum on his fingers. He pulled his hand away and brought his glistening fingers to my lips. "Clean daddy's fingers," he said, pressing his fingers against my lips.

I opened my mouth and sucked on them obediently. "Dadddyyy..." I tried to say, too dumb to realize he wouldn't understand me with his fingers in my mouth.

"Good girl," he said, watching me suck his fingers clean. He could tell I was completely under his spell. He pulled his fingers out of my mouth and grinned. "What was it you were trying to say? I couldn't hear you when you were sucking so good for me."

"Mmm... daddy..." I moaned, pressing myself against him. I was like a dog in heat, desperate for more as I tried to grind against him. "Daddy... daddy.... daddy please..."

"You want more?" he asked, his hand already roaming down my body to my pussy. He slipped two fingers inside of me and curled them just enough, hitting that spot that made me moan even louder. "Is this what you want? You want daddy to make you cum again?"

"Mmnngh... Mmn..." I just moaned, unable to come up with a proper response. My tongue hung out of my mouth and my eyes rolled back with pleasure as I moved, begging for more. "Daaadddyyy... please... mmmnn.. daddy... mnnng... mmmn..."

"You're such a good little slut for daddy," he said, grinning as he added a third finger to me, feeling me squeeze around him. "You need daddy to fuck you, huh? Use you? Make you his little fucktoy?"

"Mmmn..." I bit my lip and nodded, panting hard as drool spilled down my chin. Pleasure and warmth filled me up and-"Mmhgghh..." | moaned and orgasmed again.

"That's it, orgasm for daddy..." he said, almost cooing. He pulled his fingers out of me and sucked them clean, his eyes locked on mine the whole time. "See how good you taste? How good daddy makes you feel?"

"Daddy, daddy, daddy..." I mumbled, blissed out. I moved over and started humping him without thought. I couldn't think at all- I was literally his mindless fucktoy, his good girl. God, I was his good girl. "Daddy please.... mmmn."

"There we go..." he said, letting out a low groan as I started grinding on him. He reached down and spread my lips, exposing my clit and rubbing it hard, a dominant grin on his face. "You're daddy's little fucktoy now...”

"Daddy's little fucktoy," | repeated with a gasp. I moaned, warmth spreading through me. Heat rose to my cheeks, as I realized I should be embarrassed- about what, I didn't know. I didn't care enough to think about it. "Fucktoy... fucktoy... please, please, please..."

"What do you want, fucktoy?" he said, grabbing my hips and thrusting his own up, grinding his cock against my needy, dripping pussy. "Do you want daddy's cock inside you?"

"Mmmngh..." I groaned, uselessly. Pleasure washed over me and just like that, I was back to drooling, unable to formulate an actual sentence. "Daddy... daddy... mmghh."

"Mmm, you're such a good little fucktoy for daddy," he said, slapping my ass and making me whimper and mewl. He spread my cheeks apart, teasing my tight hole before pushing inside slowly. "Such a good little slut...”

"Good little fucktoy," I repeated in a weak mumble as I sighed and cummed again. it didn't even take much anymore. "good little slut.... daddy...l- Mmn... daddy's good slut..."

"That's right, fucktoy," he said, growling low in his throat as he started to thrust harder. "Daddy's good slut...cum for daddy again...cum all over daddy's cock.."

"Mmmnn..." I moaned and orgasmed again, and then again. I was completely blissed out, beginning to get overwhelmed by the stimulation. "Mmm... cum... cum for daddy...."

"Yeah, just like that," he said, growling and slamming into me, causing the desk to creak and groan. I could feel his hot cum spurting deep inside me, filling me up to the brim. "Daddy's gonna breed you, fuckslut..."

"Breed," I repeated, warmth filling me up. New word! New word! New word! my dumb little brain jumped on this one, full of excitement. "Breed, breed, breed! Daddy... daddy!" I moaned and cummed again, beginning to slump against him, getting drool on his shirt. "Mmmn... breed... fuckslut..."

"Yeah, you like that?" he asked, grinning as he continued to plow into me. "Daddy's gonna breed his little fuckslut...gonna fill her up with his seed. Gonna make her cum again and again until she can't take it anymore..."

"Breed... breed... breed," | moaned, leaning against him. I was getting exhausted.

"Daddy... daddy... mmnnn... you make me feel so nice... Mmngh... fuckslut... cum... daddy..." I mumbled incoherently, trying to think. It was too hard, so I gave up and tugged on his sleeve as he thrusted into me instead. "Daddy, daddy!"

"That's right, little fuckslut," Vox growled, his thrusts becoming harder and more erratic. "Cum for me, fill my dick with that sweet, tight little cunt. You're mine, remember that. Mine to fuck, mine to use, mine to breed."

"Yours, yours, yours," I said, with a little enthusiasm. I smiled and moaned, cumming again. I closed my eyes and giggled. "Daddy's good girl... breed me, daddy! mmmmnn.... yours, yours.... mghj."

"Fuck, you're so tight," Vox groaned, his fingers digging into my hips as he felt me clench around him. "You like that, little whore? You like it when daddy fills you up?"

"Daddy...." | moaned as he made me cum again. I whimpered this time- it was all getting to be too much. "Daddy.... daddy, please... please... please daddy."

"Please what?" Vox purred, leaning down to bite and suck at my neck. He could feel my body trembling and quivering beneath his, could hear the begging and desperation in my voice. And he fucking loved it. "What do you want, little fuckslut?

"Daddy.... mmmgh..." I orgasmed again, tears pricking my eyes. "Mmmn... mnngh"

"That's it, babygirl," Vox praised, feeling himself reach his own peak. "You're such a good little whore for daddy." he grunted, slamming into me one last time before burying himself deep and emptying his load inside of me.

"Daddy," | whined, my voice small and pathetic. I squeezed my eyes shut, the stimulation overwhelming. I cummed again and whined louder. "Mmmnn... please..."

"Look at you, cumming all over daddy's cock like the needy little slut you are." He huffed, picking up his pace again. "Do you think you can cum one more time for me, my pet?"

"Please... please daddy..." I cried as he used me, but didn't move- I didn't realize that was a thing I could do. I was mindlessly begging him to stop, too dumb to use my words or move away from him.

"Do you think you deserve to cum again, sweetheart?" He asked, chuckling as he leaned down and sucked on my nipples while continuing to fuck me mercilessly. "Do you even remember what your life was like before me, before all of this?" He sounded genuinely curious.

“Mmnn…”

"Oh, you want daddy to stop?" He asked, his voice dripping with amusement. "You're such a good little slut for daddy." He grunted, continuing to thrust into me harder and faster. "Beg me again, babygirl."

"Please daddy... Mmn... pl- mmgghh..." I moaned and orgasmed again, whimpering and whining all the while.

"That's a good girl. Begging for daddy like a good little slut." He said, as he continued to thrust into me at an increasingly rapid pace. With each movement, he could feel my body shaking with pleasure. "Do you want daddy to fill you up again?

"N-no, daddy please!" | groaned, slumping over completely unable to keep myself up. I was against his chest now, his dick still in me. He was the only thing keeping me from falling over, even as I cummed again, whining and begging him to stop. "Mmn... daddy, daddy... please daddy..."

"Beg me some more, babygirl. You love it when daddy takes control." He said, as his thrusts became faster and harder, causing me to moan louder. "Say it! Say you want daddy to fill you up again!"

"No! no, no, no, daddy! d-" I cut myself off with another moan, my eyes rolling back. I was losing track of how many times l'd cummed at this point.

"Yes! Good girl. Keep cumming for daddy. Beg me to stop... but you don't really want me to, do you?" He whispered in my ear, as he continued to fuck me mercilessly.

"mmmghh..." | groaned, fucked out. I let my eyes fall shut as I leaned against him, only making small movements with my hips now, unable to manage anything more.

"That's a good girl. Just let daddy take care of you." He said, as he wrapped his arms around my waist, holding me close as he continued to thrust in and out of me. "Do you want me to cum inside you again?"

"Mmmnn... mmm..." I mumbled and moaned incoherently. The answer was no, but he wasn't going to stop either way. I leaned into his touch, seeking comfort from the overwhelming pleasure.

"Mmm, I know you like it when I fill you up. Don't worry, daddy will always take care of you." He whispered in my ear, as he continued to fuck me relentlessly. He could feel my body tensing up again, as another orgasm washed over me.

"Mmngh... daddy..." my mouth hung open and I was actively drooling on him again. I giggled lightly, looking up at him with a blissed out smile. I groaned and closed my eyes again, letting my drool soak his shirt.

Vox laughed lightly at my giggle, leaning down to press a kiss to my forehead despite the slight mess I was making of his shirt. He loved seeing me so blissed out like this, completely at his mercy.

"Mmm..." I nuzzled against him weakly, overwhelming joy crashing into me as he kissed me. he was being so nice and gentle... I moaned, cumming again. I wasn't sure what was more wet- my pussy, the floor, or his shirt.

Vox groaned as I came yet again, his own pleasure continuing to rise as he felt my slickness coating both my thighs and his. He kept his movements slow and steady, giving me exactly what I needed to ride out every wave of pleasure crashing through me.

"mmngh." I groaned a little, pawed at his shirt weakly with a small little whine, then passed out completely.

He chuckled as he gently and slowly pulled out of me. "You think that will save you?" he asked softly, cleaning himself off with tissues, then doing the same with me. "Don't worry baby, daddy will have your punishment all nice and ready for when you wake up. You don't get to decide when I'm done with you by passing out like this."

"Daddy..." | mumbled and squirmed a little at his touch, instinctively, even in my sleep. My breath hitched, then evened out as I continued dreaming.

"Good girl." Vox purred softly, kissing my forehead before arranging me on his lap comfortably, wrapping an arm around my waist to keep me propped up. He took a moment to look at me- his little pet.

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jyuansgf · 1 day

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❀ nsfw content ahead. ruan mei x fem!reader (wlw) ⌗ use of sex toys (vibrator), multiple orgasms, praise. not proofread.

notes: wow i write for women.. jsfhdghggnhg this is lowkey a manifestation for her to come home to me on her rerun.. pls pray for my pulls T___T i just want her to call me a good girl!!! let me be ur lab rat!!!!! this woman!!!! i love her!!!!!!!

even though you consider yourself lucky to be dating ruan mei–she has always been away due to work matters or anything that requires her attention. sometimes you would even find it frustrating to be away from your lover because god knows what’s taking her away from you but you know better than to not butt in to whatever she is working on, always, whether it would be an experiment or just another disaster that other people would have to deal with later on.

but of course, whenever she comes home–she never forgets to bring something for you, a present. it could be either some ornament, books, necklaces or anything that reminds her of you. but this time.. it was quite something that you weren’t familiar with, or at least. she says it was something to experiment on you, specifically. you even asked her what it was or who gave it to her, but she will only reply with: someone gave it to her as a gift.

it didn’t even take you a minute to say yes to her, with how eager you have been for the pleasure derived from the touch of your loving girlfriend. yet there you are, placed on her work desk with your legs wide open. your dripping cunny exposed to her, desperate to be touched and to feel her fingers inside you. . even the vibrator lodged in to your warm hole wasn’t enough to fill in the gaps.

as she gently spoke, “is it not.. pleasuring you well? or should i do this?” do what exactly..? you thought to yourself. her hand resting on your soft thighs—not even looking up to you as her attention was between your thighs, studying the way your cunt reacts to the said toy before pulling out a remote, followed with a click sound. she must be increasing the vibrator.

“w–what is— ah!” you began to speak—until you were stopped by a sudden jolt of intense pleasure, making you arch your back as you tried to grab the edge of the desk to prevent you from falling. the way your cunt was making those squelching noises as your legs felt like it was gonna give up anytime was embarrassing.

“mhm,” ruan mei hummed as she was a bit startled by your reaction, but you swear to god that you heard her let out a soft chuckle with her signature smile. “feels good, isn’t it? i thought it would be a failed experiment. but just as i expected from you.”

not even a single thought passed your mind at the situation you were in—and even though you wanted to say something it would only be converted into incoherent words. being reduced to a drooling, crying, overstimulated mess just from the vibrator as she gently wiped your tears before gently lifting up your chin to make you look at her, making you suck on her thumb.

“if you can cum again for me, i promise i’ll make it up to you,” as she placed a gentle kiss on your forehead, “what do you say, my pretty girl?” you could only nod your head, in sign of complete submission. too lost from the pleasure and desperation, as if this wasn’t your fourth orgasm. . but as long as you get to feel her warmth against your body again, you would do anything.

“good girl.”

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Playing with Fire: Chapter 1

Jason Todd (Red Hood) x Fem!Reader (Criminal)

Trope: Enemies to Lovers, Forbidden Romance

Warnings: Mention of illegal criminal activities, strong language, use of weapons, violence, assassination, mention of drug trade, mention of harassment, ending mentions shooting someone (let me know if I missed any!)

WC: 10K

Summary: It's been six years since you left your past life, finding your way to working with one of Gotham's most known crime lords. You have risen in the ranks but now your position and work is being threatened by the rise of a new criminal taking hits on your Boss' operations. Is this new nuisance a momentary issue or a long-term conflict?

Prologue || Chapter 2

6 Years Later

The buzzing of Gotham brought you out of your trance, the rush of cars and the blurred conversations of the people around you snapping you back to reality. You looked up from the magazine you had been staring at while you drank your coffee, the warmth of the cup burning your hand that you had to wipe it against your pants to lessen the burn. Your eyes focused on the big print on the stack of papers.

The Dark Knight Saves the City From Chaos Once Again.

Saving the city. This city was far from being saved, and yet people believed Batman fixed everything that was wrong with this place. It’s been six years and the pain still felt fresh. You ignored the burning in your chest from the resentment and turned to look out the window. It was raining, the streets covered in water and filled with people going about their days while trying not to get soaked. You closed the book you had in front of you before throwing away your coffee, pushing through the door as the rain started to downpour even more. You decided against the umbrella, you didn’t mind the rain on your body but your apartment was a close walk away. Close to the corporate offices of Gotham, but far away enough that you could easily sneak into the darkest corners of the city, the parts of the city that were filled with criminals, street dealers, and the underground informants.

This side of the city could possibly be the worst possible place for anyone to be, but you weren’t worried about getting caught in anything that could harm you. With your position, you were practically untouchable.

You pushed the door to your apartment open, throwing your bag on the brown coffee table and kicking off your shoes. The apartment wasn’t anything crazy, it was a simple one bedroom that gave you somewhere to live and spend your days off at. It was more than enough for just you. You walked over to the small living room, turning on the TV to have some background noise as you turned back to the kitchen to wash the dishes.

The news reporters scripted another story about the crime rates dropping and dramatically pushing the vigilante stories for years, only specific names standing out to the general public, especially the Dark Knight himself. You found yourself annoyed by the constant stories about the man, but you had to hand it to him, he was doing what no one else could and for that you had to commend him. Though, you’d never say that outloud considering your position. Saying something like commending the Batman in front of your boss would get you killed. Tortured even.

You had to play the game, deal your hand correctly in order to survive. And for the past 6 years that’s exactly what you did. You trained, became smarter, more skilled, more manipulative, more strategic and calculated. Everything you did was to survive. Your loyalties to no one but yourself and the man that took you off the street when he saw your potential. You owed it all to him. Afterall, he was the reason you had some sort of freedom and rights in the underground. Working with men like him, people like him, made living in Gotham tolerable.

You had protection, a stable income, respect from the underground workers, and a hand in every meeting and operation your boss ran. You had quickly become his right hand woman, it gained you a lot of respect from his partners while many others despised that a kingpin could let a woman rise in the ranks so easily and be influenced. Some questioned the integrity of your upbringing and loyalty, suspecting that you manipulated or seduced the man, but both you and your boss knew you didn’t need to manipulate him to prove you were a genius, skilled and talented in the art of deception, technological systems, and most importantly: killing people.

You gazed over to the clock on the counter, the time having slipped from you as you turned off the TV, heading to your bathroom to change into your night attire. You pulled out a pair of leather shorts, lifting them as they hit your waist and pulling on a tight fitting white shirt that showed off the tone of your stomach. You quickly pulled on your black combat boots before tugging on the black leather jacket hanging from the coat rack by the door. You liked to dress in dark clothing, helped keep the mystery alive and gave you more confidence to reject disgusting men if they tried to get near you.

You found your way out the window, dropping down into the back alley that led over to the east-side of town, making sure you had your gun strapped to your side under the jacket, your collapsed bow staff in the hidden compartment of your belt and your dagger in the sheath on your thigh. Even with your protection, you stayed prepared, afterall you were still a woman in a crime ridden city where you worked for one of the kingpins of the underground. Anyone could target you at any given second. You getting to the Boss alive was important, but staying alive through all the jobs he had you do was even more dire.

You reached the dark building, the blue lights illuminating the outside as you walked in through the secret entrance behind the building. Only the closest workers to the Boss knew about it and even then you needed access in. Luckily for you, you had access to everything having to do with the Boss, even his own personal records and will.

You let the music vibrate all around you, the smell of alcohol and smoke filling the air as you try to move through the hallways of the nightclub. Once you reached the far side of the room, you wandered up the staircase, following the long set of stairs up to the room hidden at the top of the building. You waited patiently before looking and seeing the guards as they opened the door for you, the dim light inside welcoming you as you stepped through the door, the guards closing it and remaining outside as you walked over to the circle of couches that were organized meeting style.

Boss sat in one chair while he had a guest sitting across from him. An ugly, charred looking man who was no stranger to you, but you remained distant for a reason. The Boss didn’t know of your resentment, that was better kept for yourself. Better to keep your enemies far away, especially when it comes to the crime lords of Gotham.

“Y/n”, Boss called out your name, your eyes meeting him as he raised a hand, a glass of whiskey in it as he motioned towards you then took a sip. “Come sit.”

“I wasn’t interrupting was I?”, you asked as you made your way around the sitting area, the Boss sitting in the middle of the couch while you sat on the arm right next to him, your body in a neutral stance. Relaxed but ready to move if need be. You always had to stay prepared no matter how trustworthy someone might seem.

You watched as the man in front of you stared at you, not hiding the obvious skim he did over your body before meeting your narrowed eyes. Disgust filled you and you could tell the son of a bitch took it as a gamble, a sign to ask your Boss in the cockiest tone for your time.

“How much to have her keep me company for the night?”, he asked as he took a drag of his cigar.

“She doesn’t do private sessions or take clients.”, Boss pressed, his voice friendly but had an edge, signaling for the man to not push him on the topic. You watched as the man, who was dressed perfectly in a suit, focused on you. Your eyes locked in a glare off, something you were used to doing with the filthy men of Gotham.

This man, though, was the opposite of filthy.

He was rich, coordinated, a businessman, and he’d have brainless women throwing themselves at him but you knew the game. You’d rather cut out your tongue than let someone like him get near you.

“I’ll give you triple the price that you’d charge for any other one of the girls here. I’m sure she’d like a good paycheck.”, his voice filled with an edge, a desire that made you revolt. You were surprised he didn’t recognize you, then again, it’d been 4 years.

“She doesn’t do private sessions. Put some respect on her. Ask again and our meeting will have been for nothing. The boys can show you the way out, Sionis”, Boss stood, shaking his hand as the man stayed focused on you. His eyes dark before we turned and said his goodbyes and left the room.

You watched as the Boss picked up a folder, opening it and letting the contents spread out on the table. You leaned forward, soaking in the photos and papers that were laid out.

“Who was he?”, you asked even though you were no stranger to the man, keeping appearances as you skimmed through the images and articles.

“Roman Sionis, the Black Mask, came in with a proposition for a new street rat that’s been making hits on his drug trade. Asking to combine men to take him out, asking for a $500,000 bond on his head.”. Of course the name sounded familiar, you’ve heard Black Mask’s name in meetings and throughout the city, but meeting him in this lifetime was a first. You looked at the Boss, wondering who could possibly be trying to get in on the drug trades that have already been pre-established in the city. They couldn’t be so dumb as to get mixed in with the men that lived in the underground of Gotham, the men who ran the streets with fear and power.

“How do you think Two-Face will do with this? Do you think he might ask us not to help Black Mask?”, the Boss turned to you before stretching his hand out, handing you a small stack of photos..

“Depends, he might tell us to help, especially since it seems this rat is trying to get involved with Carmine’s ring, already busted two sites in up-town.”, you hummed in response. You looked through the stack, taking in the images.

Two Face and Black Mask were on opposite ends of the crime grade, but kept neutral grounds because of their alliance with your boss: Penguin. Penguin was a businessman, used for everything having to do with organized crime in Gotham. If you needed someone with a hand in Gotham’s business, Penguin was the guy. It seemed since this new nuisance had surfaced, the big names were coming together to try and wipe him out. It would be the first time in years since the high profile crime lords called a ceasefire.

The images were of all the operations that had been busted, blood all over the ground, bodies hanging from ceilings or decapitated on the ground. There were other photos showing missing cargo, hostages, and the papers on the table were full reports of every incident from the past three weeks. Who could possibly have the guts to do something at this caliber?

Who would possibly have the guts to target the crime lords of Gotham so casually?

“Do you need me to investigate?”, you asked, selfishly wanting to know more about who this mystery person could be. Why were they doing all of this?

“For the time being, no. If anything comes up or the situation gets worse you know you’ll be the first one contacted.” he motioned as you nodded once then stood, walking over to the cabinet he’d just pointed at.

You pulled out a package, handing it to him as he opened it and pulled five stacks of bills out and passed them to you.

“Your cut for last week”

You skimmed through it quickly, counting the money in your head. $15,000. As promised.

The upside of working in organized crime within the underground was the pay. You worked one or two jobs a week and you got 4 months rent in a night. High risk, high reward.

You stashed the money in your jacket, securing them on the inside to ensure you’d be able to put them in your safe back home once you left the Lounge.

You stayed around to help Penguin with some admin work, getting a few hours into the night before deciding to go home. You gathered your things as you stepped out through the hidden entrance, your senses going off as you looked around.

Someone was watching you.

You pulled out your gun, holding it in your hand as you moved through the streets, examining every corner above your head and below you once you reached the roof of one of the buildings. The roof was empty, everything around you as though it had been left abandoned.

You walked over to the ledge, noticing a small piece of fabric, a fresh scent lingered in the air. A musky type of cologne you’d assume.

Whoever was here was gone.

But why they were watching you was your main concern.

You turned, heading back towards your apartment, the mystery person still fresh on your mind as you settled in for the night.

“Penguin”, Black Mask started out, putting out the ash of his cigarette in the tray, “How are we going to handle this street rat? He’s starting to destroy the outer locations of our operations.”

The Boss looked over at Sionis, pulling up the papers of the file he was given a few weeks ago. You looked over at Falcone, who kept looking at your movements but looked away when he saw you draw your attention to his intrusive eyes. You felt your body move closer behind Penguin, knowing if something happened he would step in. Boss looked at you and handed you a key from his pocket.

“Y/n, can you grab the black packet in the office?”, you took the key from him and walked towards his office that was just across the room. As you walked by the three men, you felt Sionis staring at your legs, your outfit more revealing than usual, just spandex shorts and a crop top, but nothing too out there. You knew your legs were toned and drew the attention of men all the time, that’s how you were able to draw them in so easily, men were easy to fall victim to your charm.

You unlocked the drawer on the desk and pulled out the packet that the Boss told you to grab. You walked back out and handed over the packet. Penguin opened it and pulled out the contents. It was a few photos and a document holding information on the suspect of the crimes being held against the drug ring in Gotham.

You saw the photos, the frame showing a man with a muscular build wearing a red helmet, his body covered in what you recognized as Kevlar plates. At least he’s smart enough to know to wear some protective material with half the criminals in Gotham looking for him for the delicious bond prize. “He goes by the Red Hood, he’s only been around for a few months, just started hitting the ring a few weeks ago. My guess is to work his way up from the bottom by getting at the heaviest hitters.”

Both Carmine and Sionis looked at the photos of the new vigilante running loose on the streets. You heard Sionis slam his fist on the table in front of him, shattering his glass full of scotch due to the impact. “I want his head on a fucking platter!”, he yelled, the anger eating him from the inside out. You watched his outburst carefully, ready to exit the room if the situation called for it. You have been in these types of meetings long enough to know when to exit and when to stay. The Boss only trusted you to be present during these types of things, especially when it came to meetings with his VIPs.

Carmine took a deep breath and stood up, buttoning the middle of his suit, “I want to know what exactly this man has in mind for trying to get in on our operations, I’ll hire my own private investigator to get more on this.. Red Hood character. In the meantime, if anything more progresses, I want to know.”, and with that he excused himself and was led out the side of the building by the two guards at the door.

Sionis stayed a moment longer, his hand having glass in it, but no serious amounts of blood coming out. He stood and wiped his hand, picking out the shards like it was nothing before he flipped the table over and breaking everything in the process. “I want this guy dead. Not shot dead or stabbed, I mean tortured, murdered, his head on my desk type of murdered, you hear me Cobblepot!”, you quickly moved forward, your small hand held in frame, aiming at the center of his head.

“Show some respect..” you said slowly, your tone laced with warning. You could handle a lot, but violent outbursts where the situation didn’t call for it irked you. Grown men needed to get some sense of control. Sionis looked at you, his eyes narrowing and you never breaking contact.

He just laughed before raising his hands up, “I apologize. Penguin. I want his head on my desk.”, he kept staring at you, his eyes trailing down your neck and chest, your arms still in position, the muscle noticeable due to your constant work out schedule.

Sionis walked by, stopped just in time to whisper in your ear, “I look forward to spending more time with you”, and he excused himself and left. Your arms to your side, uncocking the gun and turning back to Penguin.

“You don’t need to be so assertive.”, you looked at him before placing the gun on the back of your shorts. “He needs to know his boundaries. He can’t act like a fucking child in a meeting asking for your connections” You grabbed the tray off the table and took it back to the other room. “Take the night off, you haven’t taken off in almost three months.”

“You don’t need me for anything?”, you raised an eyebrow at him.

“Not tonight. Once we get a better idea on what we’re dealing with, I’ll send you to do your own search.” You nodded at him as you watched him walk into the office, pulling on your leather jacket, grabbing your money, and heading back to your apartment for the night.

Red Hood.

You let out a laugh under your breath.

What an idiot.

Two weeks later

It was chilly tonight, the perfect night for you to get in field training since Penguin had given you the night off. You hadn’t gone through the city in weeks so the change of pace was nice. You hated not being able to get exercise and train in the field since that’s where the majority of your jobs took place. Scoping out the land, dropping in from roof tops, or running away from people chasing you to get back what you’ve stolen. It was nice to get out and run through the streets and rooftops of Gotham for once.

You launched yourself across the air, letting your body land perfectly on one of the rooftops before you headed towards the other edge of the building, heading towards where one of the major museums were, scoping out to see if there was anything that caught your eye enough to go in and intervene or get some action. You were about to push yourself off the ledge before you felt a crashing weight ram into you like a bull.

You felt your body go flying and skid on the roof, your arm getting scraped up as you tried to focus yourself.

What the hell?

You looked up, your eyebrows rising in shock as you tried to get your footing, pushing yourself back as the monster of a man kept aiming kicks at you. You finally got your footing, barely dodging the heavy, black boot that came swinging at your face. You launched yourself over the person attacking you, running to the other side of the building and jumping to the other one across the street.

Your biggest mistake was looking behind you to see if you lost him because you ended up being met with the body of a bull chasing after you.

Fuck! What’s this guy’s problem?

You decided you needed to attack, running was only going to make things worse or get you stuck in trouble. You turned, taking out your dagger and started trying to get at him, his body movements quick and calculated. For such a big guy, he was almost a little too fast. You watched as his arms tried to get you in a chokehold, twisting your body to ensure he couldn’t grab you.

“Hey! What the hell is your problem?!”, you yelled as he continued trying to reach you, your dagger grazing his arm, cutting through his kevlar plates before you jumped, only to feel his hand wrap around your ankle and slam you into the ground, your dagger falling out of your hand as you tried to get yourself back up. You looked at the man, he was huge. Tall, muscular, but as he stepped into the light you felt yourself freeze for a moment.

Red Hood.

He didn’t answer, but you needed to create some distance. You needed to find an opening.

“Who are you anyway? I’ve been hearing a lot about this infamous new rat running around Gotham, care to show me what the fuss is all about?”, you stood meters away from him, ready to lunge if needed. You watched as the deep red reflected from his helmet under the lights that lit the rooftop with a yellow cast. “Turns out I might be disappointed”.

There was a long pause, before you noticed he stopped moving, holding distance as he stayed focused on you, ready to attack if needed. When he spoke, it surprised you.

“Well, I’ve heard a lot about you sweetheart.”, his voice rang out, distorted by the voice transmitter in his helmet. “The little errand girl that works under Penguin, does his dirty work while he sits on his ass all day cooped up in that piss poor club he calls a hide out.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, unsure of what to say or do. You saw his file, he was dangerous, smart, fast, and everything in between that you could possibly think of. He was a walking human weapon, the way his body was built, the weaponry he had, the way you couldn’t catch his next move.

“What’s a lowlife like you doing trying to make deals with the street dealers of this city? Can’t take down the big guys so you go after the bottom-feeders?”, you taunted, needing to find a way to get him off his game. You were at a disadvantage, you didn’t think you’d be in hand to hand combat with the most wanted vigilante in Gotham, your only weapon now was your gun. You had your hand ready to take it out at any second.

“Oh trust me, I’ll get to the big guys soon enough.”, you glared at him, noticing his stance. You quickly pulled out your gun, cocking it as he held his own aimed at you. You flickered your eyes down at his foot, noticing the twitch before he lunged forward, giving you a split second to move out of his way. You kicked him in the back, forcing yourself over him in order to place more space between the two of you.

You shot your gun at him, his body turning as the bullet grazed his shoulder and you heard the sound of his own pistol discarding the bullets in its case. Your feet moving quickly, the bullets barely missing you as you ran toward him. You quickly tried to make a run for the ledge, only for a strong hand to grab your wrist and twist it behind your back, keeping you stuck in place before you could make your escape.

“Tell the fat bird to get his men ready, don’t leave me waiting.”, the deepness of his voice rang through your ear, his body pressed behind yours as you tried to wiggle out of his grasp.

His grip released, his slip from the roof almost too fast for you to turn and try and fight him. You let out a heavy breath, fixing your clothes and placing your gun back in your waistband.

You quickly gained your composure, forcing away the shock before you ran through the streets of the city. You needed to warn Penguin. You didn’t care about the risk you were taking running through the streets so exposed but notifying Penguin was priority one.

You reached the abandoned alley where you stashed your bike, kicking your leg over it and driving down through the streets of Gotham like crazy until you reached the Lounge. You pushed the door open as you acknowledged Black Mask and his men. Black Mask had reached out to Penguin about the new arising problem overtaking Gotham’s crime lords, stealing his territory right from under him like it was child’s play.

“I have some intel.”, you breathed, every head in the room turning as you spoke. “He’s in our borders.”

“The Red Hood?!”, Black Mask’s voice boomed through the room as you stepped back, not knowing if this was his name. You just knew about the previous holders of the name, the identity dying out around the same time the Joker went back to Arkham.

“I saw him. The .. Red Hood.”, the name rolled off the tongue almost too smoothly, still leaving an ill taste in your mouth. “He attacked me while I was on patrol, told me to tell you to prepare your men and…to not leave him waiting.”

“Who does this piece of shit think he is?!”, Black Mask was overflowing with rage, he’d already faced 3 hits on his trades, he’d surely lose it if he got another.

“Then, I guess we’ll have to wait and see where he strikes.”, Penguin voiced calmly. “If he wants our attention, then he’ll get it soon enough.”

You stared at him, unsure of his decision but didn’t question it. “What if he does more damage?”

“That’s where you’ll come in. I want you to find this rat, track his every move and report back to us. No one is better at this job than you.”

“I won’t disappoint you.”, you nodded to him, accepting his task as he turned towards Black Mask, trying to establish a framework to track, lure, and catch the Red Hood.

You felt a sense of adrenaline through you, knowing this could possibly be the biggest job you’ve had yet. You’d been working with Penguin for the past five years, slowly gaining his trust and proving yourself to him a little at a time. You might’ve been doubted by every other high ranking mobster and crime lord in the underground, but having Penguin vouch for you led to many others wanting you to work for them, wanting to acquire your level of expertise.

You watched as Black Mask stood, buttoning his suit jacket as he dipped his head slightly at you to signal a goodbye. As much as you disliked the man, he had been more laid back than usual which was strange but you didn’t begin to question the reasoning behind why. You waited until the door closed before redirecting yourself to Penguin.

“Boss.”, you paused, watching as he turned to look at you. “Are you sure about this?”

“(Y/n), you’ve proven yourself many times to me, I have no doubt in your capabilities.”, He was right, your skills and success rate made you undeniably good at what you did. No one ever questioned your methods, your skills, you had enough credibility that anyone who wanted to question your work were quickly met with looks or whispers of disappointment. You have solidified yourself as one of Penguin’s best workers, your reputation impeccable.

Even so, the task of going after Red Hood threw you off.

Maybe it was his quick rise through the rings in the underground, maybe it was his high profile, maybe it was the way he knew who you were even though he’d never met you before.

Everyone in Gotham who was remotely close to Black Mask and Penguin’s power bracket was after him, especially Black Mask. You could already imagine the type of press it would bring in for you if you took down the infamous new vigilante breaking apart the crime rings and reestablishing them as his own.

You shook the thoughts, hardening your resolve.

You needed to find and lure in the Red Hood, even if it meant killing him. The bond on his head would be more than enough to leave Gotham forever.

Guess Red Hood’s my ticket out of this hell hole.

The next few days seemed to drag on, you spent most of your time using your sources to get more information on Red Hood. You went through every security footage within every major territory, dipped into police records, planting information in order to gain insight in other rings. You even planted recording devices throughout many of the hidden meeting places throughout the city and every outlier neighborhood that could be connected back to the crime rings in the city.

You had three leads, three possible ins that could lead you to find the Red Hood and his next target for a bust. You noticed how he was already starting to pick up traction, apparently holding an anonymous meeting with some of Black Mask’s outer connections, giving them a duffel bag full of decapitated heads of some of the main operators. They quickly fed into the funnel of giving Red Hood a cut of the profits. You realized then that that was when Sionis had contacted the Boss and offered a partnership in the process.

Leading to now.

You sat in front of your computer with all the records and reports in front of you, security footage and photo stills of him all over the city. You realized his two favorite weapons to use were an AK-47 and Jericho 941’s. He liked to use his little Scorpion Evo 3 A1 if we wanted to be theatrical but he rarely reached for it. You found shell casings of his 941 around some docks, the .40 S&W casing by where the dock ended. A single shot.

He likely shot once and let whoever it was float in the lake until someone dug them out.

And you were right.

Black Mask’s main operant had been found shot and killed by the docks.

One bullet to the head.

Courtesy of the red hooded vigilante.

You narrowed your eyes, watching the screen as you decided to follow up on your first lead. Another meeting by an abandoned warehouse about 45 minutes outside the city. If you left now you would be able to make it in time to get in on the trade, see if it was a good lead to follow up on and if it was, then you were one step closer to getting in touch with the Red Hood.

You quickly changed, putting on a pair of cargo pants and lacing up your combat boots, throwing on a long sleeve fitted shirt and pulling on your leather jacket. You grabbed your goggles off the counter, knowing they’d be helpful for infrared and night vision since the trade would be happening around 2am. Stealth was of importance. If you got caught the entire thing would go to shit, you would lose your lead and tip off the very person you were looking for. You always needed to be careful even if you knew without a doubt that he wouldn’t be there. You had to treat every situation like he would be present. You’d be able to catch him faster that way.

You pulled your mask up over your nose, pulling the hood of your shirt over your head before jumping out of your apartment window and into the alley where you had your bike hidden. You strapped your guns to your holsters, ensuring they were secure and your daggers were accounted for before you turned on the motor and sped through the street to the isolated location.

You left your bike off to the side, hiding it somewhere you could easily get to in case of any emergency. This lead wasn’t just to see if the Red Hood would appear, it was also a job Penguin had asked you to look into. Black Mask had requested a deep search of his suppliers to see who was slipping money and information to the Red Hood under the table and so you were put to the task and turns out the supplier you were after was that loose end. Two birds, one stone.

You watched as the supplier and his men were moving cargo boxes of illegal weapons, the kind you’d only find on the black market and could only inquire through the illegal trades within the underground. A group of men loaded everything into a line of trucks, two of them directing everyone while shouting the deadline for shipment, rushing the workers.

You used your goggles to zoom into the field, taking out a small dart gun you had to send a small transmitter to the inside of one of the trucks so you could get a better listen.

“Hurry up! If we aren’t on time with this shipment we don’t get our money!”, one of them yelled. He was muscular, tall, but not the man you were looking for.

“We’ll make it, don’t worry. The Hood’s gonna get our payment. The shipment won’t be delayed.”

You scoffed at the mention of Red, annoyed that he had these fools believing it was worth betraying Black Mask just to dip into Red Hood’s protection.

The final trucks loaded with all the weapons inside, taking note of the time as they would head out soon. You moved closer to the door, following behind two of the shipment trucks as they pulled out of the warehouse. You planted a small tracker on the truck before silently moving back towards your motorcycle, following closely behind as the trucks went off through the secluded streets. The darkness and bareness of the roads make it easy to get through without being detected by any of the underground criminals or any of Gotham’s Police Force.

The trucks turned into a dark alley, your bike merging down the street to avoid being seen as you noticed they were heading towards a shipment dock. You stayed a good distance, knowing your destination was only a few meters ahead. Just as you managed to turn into the road, the crashing sound of metal scraping on asphalt and the dirt mixing into the air filled your senses. Your ears rang as you felt your arm burn from the road tearing into your skin. Blood dripped from your forehead, your arm burning from the sensation of raw flesh being ripped open.

You lifted your body, struggling to focus as you turned to look at the very person you were here for.

“Well, fancy seeing you here sweetheart.”, that distorted voice rang out as you stayed focused on him, your hand ready to reach for your pistol if necessary. “Did you come out here to find me?”

You tried to force your body off the ground, only to be met with the heavy weight of his combat boot kicking into your gut at full force, shoving you to the ground with another kick to your back. Your body twitched from the sudden impact but you quickly rolled out of the way, leaning on your arms as you pulled out your gun and aimed it at him.

“Do you even know how to use that thing?”, he mocked, his muscular and ominous form standing over you like a predator ready to devour his prey. You were not this fucker’s prey. You were the hunter and he needed to be hunted.

“Want to take your chances and find out?”, you spat back.

“You sure have a smart mouth for someone at a disadvantage”

“What makes you think I’m at a disadvantage, asshole?”, you narrowed your eyes, daggers digging into him as you rose from the ground, your gun still pointed to the middle spot on his head.

One shot.

That's all it would take to take him down.

He walked over to you with a swiftness, your body twisting as you tried to get out of his grasp and pushed yourself back but his brute force swallowed the space between you as he snapped his hand around the collar, bringing your face close to his as the red glow of his helmet illuminated under the moonlight. It gave him a murderous glow.

“Go home to master before I send you back in a body bag”, his threat was serious, you knew he was serious. He had decapitated 5 people in the span of a few hours. You knew he’d gladly send you back to Penguin dead just to send a message.

You stared at him, jaw clenched as you felt the anger radiating off his body. You couldn’t see his face but you could tell you were the absolute last thing we wanted to deal with tonight.

“Too bad I don’t listen to wannabe crime lords. My connections come in high places.”, you spit out as he forced himself into your space.

“Your connections wont do anything for you once I snap your neck in half, so I suggest you stop with the smartass comments before I go ahead and send you back one limb at a time.”

You laughed at his comment. He was dangerous, lethal, could snap your neck in a second and you just laughed at him.

“Why do you care so much about Black Mask’s crime ring? What do you have to gain from any of this?”

“Revenge. Payback. Pest control.” he warned. “The more of these lowlives I get rid of, the better, the faster I get my message to that psychopath the better. Even if it means chopping you up into pieces to get my message back to that fat pig”

You had enough of his empty threat. Three times and he still talks in circles. You quickly twisted your body, using your taser to shock him into letting you go and moving your body to land a hit to his stomach and another to his chest. Those kevlar plates were going to be the death of you. You needed to find an opening, anything to just draw some blood. You could get a sample and expose his identity in a few hours.

He turned towards you, his body upright as he pulled out a serrated knife, ready to tear through flesh and rip you to shreds. His stance was guarded, ready to attack but the distance never closed.

“Haven’t you ever wondered why it’s you he sends out to do his dirty work?”, taunting you seemed to be his favorite method to try and get a rise out of you. “It’s because he doesn’t care about you. You’re replaceable, if you fail he can find someone else, you’re just another piece of shit lowlife who is being used to do the dirty work of the biggest kingpins in Gotham”,

You narrowed your eyes at him, calculating your next move by observing your surroundings a little at a time, not letting him have the first move.

“You think you’re special because you get to sit in on his little meetings? Because he pays you more? Trust me sweetheart, you’re anything but special. You mean just as much to him as the rats to run around in the sewers, you’re nothing.”

“You don’t know shit.”, you barked back, watching as he ran towards you and aimed his knife at you, the blade missing as you continued to move around, landing a few punches and kicks to his body, failing to slow him down.

You focused on knocking the knife out of his hand, but his body was quick, almost super human. You were fast, but he seemed calculative, like he knew your next move even before you did. You lifted your leg to kick at him, his body moving as you continued to lunge at him and grab his knife. He pushed himself back, crossing his arms to block the full force hit you tried to deliver. You managed to close the gap, reaching to his belt as you felt the blade rid through your arm.

You let out a grunt of pain, a second to recoil from the knife tearing through your flesh was all he needed to get you off guard. He shot his arm forward, tightening around your neck almost crushing your windpipe. You tried to force yourself out of his grasp but his grip tightened with every movement. He was suffocating you.

“Let’s see that face of yours”, he breathed before he grabbed the edge of your mask and ripping it off your face, revealing your face to him fully, red and sweaty from the fight you two just had. “Well, at least you’re easy on the eyes”, the humor in his voice angering you.

“Go to hell..”, you struggled against his grip, feeling yourself lose oxygen again.

“Sweetheart, we’re already there.”

You were not about to get choked out by this son of a bitch twice in a row. You struggled agaisnt him, stopping when you heard the sound of nearby vehicles, the red and blue lights passing by down the street.

It was Gotham PD.

You took the split second of his hesitation to break from his grip, your body tumbling slightly from the lack of oxygen before you ran to your bike that had skidded only a few feet away. You quickly turned it on, pressing down on the gas, hoping to get away but when you turned around you could see him only a few meters behind you.

That fucker.

You turned down an alley before breaking through the window of an abandoned building, riding through it to the other side to get him off your trail. You needed to get rid of the loose end before you went home for the night. It was the only chance you had to get the money he promised you.

The lights passed with every second, your gut instinct telling you to go down a dark alley. Once you turned, you heard Red’s bike go down a different alley, getting him off your trail for a split second. You pulled over to the path that led to the meeting area, abandoning your bike and climbing to the roof of the building across from the site. Far enough to not be seen, close enough to make the shot.

You waited, noticing the men unloading the weaponry into the truck on the other side of the walk way. there.

You watched silently from the room, watching as Black Mask’s traitor was talking to one of Red Hood’s partners. You recognized him from your background search, he had switched out of Carmine’s ring and started working under the Red Hood when he heard about the decapitation debacle. He didn’t want to be another dead body so instead he switched sides.

You watched through your goggles, noticing the case. Probably over $100,000. Enough money to lock away and never have to come back to Gotham. One could only dream.

You pulled out the sniper you had hidden away for trades like this. You had your own weapons hidden around Gotham for your night jobs. Only in places you could find. You aimed from the roof, waiting for the perfect moment to shoot. You only needed to get rid of the traitor, Red’s little buyer could live another day to warn his boss.

You waited as the men turned away, your finger on the trigger waiting for the buyer to turn back towards the trucks. Just a few more feet. You felt your finger flex, you controlled your breathing, steadied yourself, and pressed the trigger. You saw his body go down. You quickly pulled away as you saw the men rush to the dead body. You quickly hid the sniper back between the boxes and ran to the other side of the building, jumping to the roof across and sliding down into the alley way.

You felt your heart racing as the shouts behind you slowly started to fade and kept running until you found the alley where you had left your motorcycle. You hopped on and sped away from the scene, trying to reach the lounge to let the penguin know that the job was done.

You headed towards the nearby bridge as a shortcut, only to hear a slight beeping below you. You screeched to a halt, leaning over to examine your bike to be met with a flashing red light.

Mother fucker.

You grabbed the tracker, pulling it off and crushing it under your boot. the annoyance eating you alive festered until you needed to punch something. You didn’t have time for this shit. You triple tapped the small transmitter on your wrist. A small signal letting the penguin know your job was complete. You looked behind you, feeling the sense of someone watching, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. You got a small transmission back, Penguin confirmed.

You hummed softly, turning back towards the road and heading back home.

One Week Later

“This brat has gotten two, TWO, of my operations shut down and I am losing money, Penguin! We need to get his pretty little body off the streets and in my trophy case or I will burn this entire city down.”, Roman had anger issues, severe anger issues, and he had no intent of trying to hide that fact. You tried to ignore him as you placed the last of the money in the bag and handed it back to Penguin, telling him the $50,000 count inside and he gave you $20,000 of what was inside. You grabbed the two bands and placed them inside your jacket before walking to the other room to grab the men a drink.

You grabbed the top shelf scotch, bringing it back over and pouring the amber liquid into both of their glasses. You bent over and placed the glass down in front of Sionis, who looked at you with lustful eyes, and you returned his gaze, only you were glaring daggers at him. Silently he grabbed the glass before shooting it back and pouring some more. You couldn’t help but feel revolted by him, but you walked out of the room in slow strides, your hips moving side to side, already knowing that he was staring.

“We need more patrols, more people out on the field. Whatever it takes to get this fucker off our shipments!”, Sionis growled as he slammed his amber glass down on the table in front of him. Penguin looked at him with an annoyed look, his body language tired of Black Mask’s antics.

“We’ll get the men we need, and I think we need to be more strategic than strength.”

You crossed your legs as you looked over Penguin’s shoulder. He had a folder with the name of one of the current operations on it. The kryptonite shipment. You’d heard Sionis and some of his partners talking about this multi-million dollar shipment.

“If he gets in on this, I am gonna kill somebody. I don't care who.”, Black Mask grabbed the file and tucked it inside his suit pocket before heading towards the back door and leaving.

“You know he’ll find a way to get in on that shipment, right?”, you muttered. Penguin stood, walking over to the office drawers and pulling out a small sheet of paper. He looked it over before walking back and giving it to you.

“I don’t think he will.”, he smirked as your face contorted into shock as you read the paper's contents.

“He.. How?”, the question left almost pleasingly. Penguin was spinning the small dial on the safe in the office, listening to each click as he put in the combination.

“We found friends on the inside, it wasn't difficult to contact him and he’ll get back to us shortly.”, he pulled out a package, handing it to you as you opened it and examined the contents.

You eyebrows furrowed at the information.

“What’s this?”, you question.

“His name is Calvi Calbera”, Penguin motioned. “He’s a luxury goods trader and has a hand in not only the black market but up scale Gotham trades too. He gets a lot of money from those luxury stores and rich clients from the upper city”

You raised an eyebrow at him.

“I want you to convince him that having ties with me is beneficial. We get more streams of income from Upper Gotham, he gets business trade and protection. He’s stubborn, but this is his file. You can tail him as long as you need to do what you can”

“Is this related back to the Red Hood?”

“This has nothing to do with him. Consider it a side job I want you to do.”

“What if he already has protection and a business partnership?”, you quickly mentioned as you continued reading his file.

He had some of the most expensive, luxury jewels under his name. Million dollar jewels. He was also a dangerous card to have in your hand, he had underground connections. This would be a great way to get the money you needed to disappear.

“That’s what I’m worried about, but I trust you’ll find a way to convince him?”

“I can do my best”, you nodded at him. “Is there a timeline for this?”

Penguin shook his head, pouring himself another glass to drink. “No, I just want to have him on our list of ties, so take however long you need.”

You nodded again, shoving everything into the file neatly before tucking it into the inside pocket of your jacket. Watching as he disappeared into the office. It was still early, only around 2am. You went to the back and organized a few documents Penguin had received from Black Mask, looking through them and gaining more insight of the entire situation with Red Hood as a whole.

Damn.

He really had busted through two of Black Mask’s operations, killed more than 13 of his men, stole more than 20 of his workers, and burned down two of his warehouses. Carmine was also getting hits on his operations. 20 men killed, 15 workers taken, loss of $50k in profits.

You skimmed through some of the papers in another cabinet, pulling out everything on Penguin’s partners, their ties and where they’ve had losses.

Red Hood really was doing a number on these organized crime rings. Dipped his foot into each one and stole men, territory, and money. It surprised you how much ground he’d covered since he came out of nowhere.

You finished looking at the files, placing them back neatly in the filing cabinet and headed to your small locker holding your personal belongings. Just as you were about to close the small door you heard a shuffling sound from Penguin’s office. Your senses on high alert.

You grabbed the door handle, lightly turning it before pushing the door in and seeing the Boss being held at gunpoint. Your blood boiled at the sight.

This piece of…

“Well, how unexpected”, Red voiced out, humor in his voice. How did this man get in the hidden lounge area?!

“Y/n. Come in. Come meet our… guest.”, he said nonchalantly, your eyes focused on him as you burned with annoyance. He couldn’t just leave you alone and stay on his side of things. What a fucking nuisance.

You watched as Red focused on you, his gun still pointed as Penguin sat in his chair. You flickered your gaze to Penguin quickly before looking back at Red, noticing how he walked towards you. He towered over you, his muscular build guarded in kevlar made him seem bigger but you knew he was strong. You’d gone head to head with him twice already. He was a powerhouse of a man.

You moved back slightly when his hand rose, pushing a piece of hair out of your face. You didn’t break eye contact, you needed him to know you wouldn’t back down from him and the possibility of him harming your Boss. You looked over to Penguin, giving you a look, blinking twice, and said nothing.

A simple signal, but one that let you know he had already alerted the guards. You looked at the masked man, before he turned to the Boss and spoke out.

“She’s a pretty one, Penguin.”

This motherfucker. Pulling this shit again.

You thought silently, before standing up and turning towards the door, the Red Hood looked at you intently.

“Don’t move.”, you heard a gun cocking and stopped. You already knew he had his handgun pointed at you. Your intuition alerting you to move out of the way, especially since you knew the guards would be here in less than ten seconds.

You turned to look at the Red Hood, his gun pointed at you while he had the other pointed at Penguin. you heard the click to the door, and you were sure he didn’t hear it.

In one fluid motion you pulled out your gun and shot at him, which missed and he shot back at you but you had jumped out of the way and the guards came in, blocking the exit. He shot at the both of them and they pulled their own pistols out. The room was big enough for the four of them to face off, but Red jumped over the two of them. Running out the door and closing it behind him.

He ran past you, and you saw him go out through the side door, and you pushed yourself off the ground and ran towards the door. You ran behind him, placing your gun on the inside of your shorts, seeing the man run and turn around to glance at you. You weren’t too far behind him, your stamina good enough to keep up, but not sure if you’d be able to stop him without the use of your gun.

He ran through the hallway but ignored the stairs leading outside but took the ladder out the window to the roof. You saw him jump through the window of the second story and cling to the ladder, you jumped out and grabbed the side, slipping a little, and holstered yourself up. You both reach the roof and you were able to pull out your gun and shoot at his feet, making his trip just a little bit enough for you to catch up and push your leg through his and trip him over completely.

He rolled on the ground and you pushed yourself on him. Your leg on his chest and your gun pointing at him. You heard him groan before he looked up at you.

“You’re pretty fast, sweetheart. You sure you know how to use that thing?”, his voice was deep, you could tell even through the voice changer. You cocked an eyebrow at him before scoffing.

“Do you want to find out?”, you answered back. You could hear the guards yelling, noticing the broken window below. There was only a minute before they would try and come up here, or ask you if you caught the hooded vigilante.

“Looks like you finally have the upper hand. Tell me Y/n, what are you doing working for Penguin knowing he’ll never use your full potential?”, he asked, and you pushed your foot onto his arm to keep him from talking. He groaned a little and you didn’t falter.

“That’s nothing you should concern yourself with. Tell me Red, why risk going after the big dogs when you can barely keep up?”

“I think I’m keeping up pretty well”, he mocks. You narrowed your eyes at him, your gun still aimed at his head. You kept his gaze, locked on him as you contemplated in your head.

“(Y/n)! Are you there?”, you looked behind you before yelling back.

“Yeah. I’m here!”

“Did you get him? The Red Hood!”

“Yeah, doll. Did you?”, you narrowed your eyes. You knew the price on his head was more than enough to get you out of this city. Enough to survive for the next five years if need be, but there was something that tipped you off. There was a tug in your gut, you couldn’t be sure if it was worth it and yet…

“(Y/N)!”

A moment of hesitation and you pushed yourself off of the Red Hood, yelling back, “No, he got away!”

You stood and he stayed laying there for a moment before he also rose to his feet, his gaze still locked on you. What were you doing?

“I’ll be down, go tell Boss to warn Black Mask and Carmine!”, they yelled back a simple okay and with that they left.

“How sweet of you.”

“I’m not doing this for you. I have my reasons” you answered harshly before uncocking your fun and placing it back in the small holster on your waist.

“Does this have to do with that ugly faced Black Mask?”, he asked, cocking his head as he rolled his shoulders.

You narrow your eyes at him, hesitating before answering. “It doesn’t matter who or why. Go before you make me regret not having our men torture you”

He laughed. “Our men. Sweetheart, those are Penguin’s men. There you go again assuming you’re of some value to that fat bird.”

“You underestimate me, Red”, you said through clenched teeth. Anger radiating off of you like fire. “Go before I end up shooting you”

“Always so protective of the men that own you”, he said under his breath.

You pulled your gun out again swiftly, pushing it under his jaw and holding his gaze with your own. “I don’t belong to anyone motherfucker. Now leave before I fucking shoot you”, you growled. He raised his hands, showing a simple surrender.

“Okay, noted.”

“Why play such a risky game? You know you’ll get caught eventually.”, you looked at him and he shrugged, “Never been caught before. I think I’ll be alright”.

You couldn’t tell if this man was being serious or if he was just taunting you. Most people who were raised on the streets knew how to hold their own, so you expected that he would know too and was just another power hungry nobody.

“Okay fucker. Now leave before I put a bullet through that brain of yours”

The man took a long stride towards you, the gloss of the helmet obviously ruined, but still a bright crimson red that made him noticeable in a crowd. You could sense his breath, steady and controlled but gave away that he had no real intent to hurt you. He was painfully close, but working somewhere like the club, you were used to the invasion of privacy time and time again.

“Sweetheart”, you looked at him, raising your head a little since you were far shorter than him, “Don’t start something you won’t be able to finish.”, he challenged.

“And what if I can?”, you countered just as fast. He stared at you, before stepping back, your heart beating in your chest.

“I’d be more than interested to see that, but your master is calling.”, you glared at him, and not even two seconds later, your small alarm went off, indicating Penguin’s call. You looked at the Red Hood who placed both guns in his holster that seemed to wrap around his muscular thighs perfectly, cursing yourself for even noticing his build in the first place.

“Well, (Y/n), can’t wait for our next date.”, he said before jumping off the roof and heading towards the opposite direction of the club. You stayed a moment longer before heading back down towards the Boss’s room.

A/N:

I received such great response to my prologue for this series and I am very excited to keep it going. I’ll be posting updates every week on either Fridays or Saturdays depending on my work load! If i’m delayed or cannot post on those days I will post saying so. Please be patient as I am also in Uni and am doing this series as a way to distract myself from school and have a little hobby that is fun for me. I do have chapters planned a week in advance so I can keep a good posting schedule. But again, please be patient with me!

I love writing these so and I hope you enjoy reading them!

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Sweet like tiramisu, bitter like coffee Part 2

Part 1

Lance Stroll x Reader

A/N: Hi! This is part two of the story, and I am pleased to announce that there will be a part three coming shortly. Thank you for the support, and once again, English is not my first language, apologies for the mistakes!

Your bedroom looked like the back store of a Victoria’s Secret. There were lacy lingerie sets all over your bed, stockings on the floor and your dresser was about to burst with silky nightgowns.

All these clothes were single use only in your mind. Each piece was associated with a specific moment, a night, a visit from your cruel lover, who would never want to be called your lover. To him, you were nothing.

Every time Lance Stroll texted you to say he was on his way, you played dress-up with yourself. You carefully picked the designated nightgown for the night, choosing from the pile of clothes that he had not yet seen. Thrift stores all over Montreal knew you were about to buy their entire rack of night clothes whenever you entered, and the salespersons at high ends lingerie stores knew your size by heart. You were a doll, and the goal was to be pretty enough so he’d want to play with you again.

He never complimented you on your look, your hair that you had curled and pinned, the perfume you had carefully chosen for him. He did say one thing about the perfume though: “Don’t wear perfume anymore. I don’t want the smell to linger on me.” That was that.

It was a very exhausting game to play. You were doing your master in mechanical engineering and a minor in pleasing him. You were self-destructive. Whenever he hadn’t texted you in a while, you went into a frenzy, booking hair appointments, working out like crazy and maxing out your credit card on lingerie sets. When he did come back though, it was not better for your mental health. He always left you crying, and you always opened the door for him the next night, hoping that this would be the night where he complimented you and stayed the night. It never happened.

Kid. He always called you by that stupid word. “You know nothing is happening between us, right kid?” “You can’t tell anyone, kid.” “I’ll see you around, kid.”

Lance truly did not see you as anything but a girl he knew since forever that was desperate for him. You did not know if he enjoyed using you like this, but he sure as hell did not feel guilty about it.

Your life was spiralling out of control. Your mood depended on the frequency of his texts. School was nothing but a distraction to dreaming of him, but you held on to it like a lifeline. You stopped going out, afraid of missing his texts. You were always on edge, not knowing if he would stop by or not. Both options made you cry.

Every time he would visit friends or family in Montreal, a notification from him popped up on your phone. And when you went on vacation in Europe and he happened to be in the same country as you, he knocked on your hotel room. He had to ruin this for you too.

As you stared at the mess that was your bedroom, with mascara tears running down your cheeks and a few glasses of wine in, you felt hopeless. Sitting in a nest of nightgowns, you knew this had to stop.

All this misery started nearly two years ago at the Canadian GP. You had fallen for his charms and surprisingly, so did he. But Lance and you did not share the same expectations of what was to come after. Just when you were about to ask him to stay for the night, he left. Instead of taking you on a date, he made you lovesick and left you with a heartache. Still, when he came back the next night, you let him in. Same thing that other time. And the next time, too. Being used by him was better than not having him at all.

Now that you were about to graduate, you had to gain back some control of your life. And although it hurt like a bitch to admit, you had to stop seeing him. You still had enough self-awarness to recognize that he was the reason behind your downfall.

So when he texted you a few nights ago, you let him in. Almost out of nostalgia, you did the same routine as usual before he got here. You showered, shaved, scrubbed and washed your hair. You curled your hair, then put on an adorable but risqué nightdress as well as some stockings held by a garter belt. You put on some makeup, and you felt pretty. For once, you were not about to have a full breakdown. You were still nervous though, and you jumped when you heard him knock.

“Hey, kid,” Lance greeted as usual. He always had the same pattern. First, he greeted you. After that, he always pushed you against the wall. Next, he would leave you weak with kisses. After that, he would take you to your bedroom. And for the final act, he left you crying in your bed. You didn’t let him get to the wall part this time though.

“What the hell are you doing?” he asked, confused when you stopped him. Your heart was beating fast in your chest.

“Lance, this has to stop. I can’t do it anymore.” Internally, a voice was screaming at you to stop talking, that you were going to ruin everything. But deep down, you knew you were doing the right thing.

He started to get mad: “The hell are you talking about? We’re not even doing anything!” You had rarely seen him mad, and right now, he looked furious. But he would never do anything to hurt you, right? Even if that's what he has been busy doing for the past two years. Oh well. What's one more hit to your poor, poor heart?

You tried to keep your calm, but you were shaking. “Lance, tu sais que c’est pas correct ce que tu me fais. (you know what you’re doing to me isn’t right) I can’t let you use me like that anymore. Please Lance.” At this point, you were begging. Your plea sounded weak.

“But you like this! You always let me in, dressed up just for me. I know for a fact that you're not sleeping with anyone else. Aren't you happy with our arrangement?” He genuinely looked perplexed. He was still really mad though, and you could see it on his face.

“Lance, stop. You can’t be for real. If I was strong enough, I would've put a stop to this fucked up mess the first time you left me alone, crying in my bed. Then, I would've have moved on, and I would have started dating a nice guy who would love me and treat me right. Because that's what I want: a nice, stable relationship. I don't want to be a broken doll for you to use when you please!" He was dumbfounded at your words, but you were not done. "Surely, you must know that you’re not doing me a favour every time you visit me. Surely, you must know that you’re toying with my sanity. Don’t you care enough about me to acknowledge that you’re killing me slowly? Don't you remember that before you started to use me, we were friends, almost family?” Tears started to pool in your eyes. He made a move to wipe them, but you backed up. He stopped, shocked. You were shocked too; you were braver than you thought. Whenever you got the courage to think about maybe ending things, you always chickened out, afraid of what it would be like to not have him in your life. This time though, you were determined. You had to rip the Band-Aid.

He put his hands on his head. His eyes were full of regrets and sadness, like he had just understood the misery he put you through. “Please tell me you don’t mean that. Have I really been this cruel? You wanted to spare him the details of how bad he had hurt you, but he had to know.

“You have. More than you can imagine. But I should have stopped you earlier.” Lance looked devastated. Your confidence was faltering. He seemed so regretful. You just wanted to comfort him, to lead him in your bedroom once again. It would be so easy. Perhaps this time he would stay the night?

“Tell me, is there any thing I can do to apologize, except saying I’m sorry a million times? Because I already plan on doing that. I can do it on my knees, I’ll beg if you want me to. Please, baby, let me do something, anything!” You softened a little. He had never called you baby before. The timing was pretty ironic.

“Lance, this entire mess started because you got on your knees for me.” You managed to laugh a little through the pain. You got on your tiptoes to caress his cheek. For once, the roles were reversed: you were the one wiping his tears. “Just say sorry once, and it’ll be fine. After that, you’ll need to let me go. And when we do see each other again, at Christmas parties and dinners between our families, we’ll have to play pretend. We’ll pretend that none of this happened. I’m still going to congratulate you after a race, you’ll still text me happy birthday. Ça va être correct. (it’s going to be fine)“

You wished you could commission a painting of this exact moment. It would surely be called something tragic and art historians would analyse for years to come the despair in his eyes and the look of yearning you wore. This was a renaissance scene. You looked like Joan of Arc in that one painting. You were your own muse. War was finally over.

Lance truly looked like the worst version of himself. Anger had been replaced by anguish. “I don’t think it’s nearly enough, but I truly am sorry. If I could turn back time, I’d do everything differently. Since I can’t, will you please let me try again? Do things the right way this time?” He put your hands in his.

Two years ago, you would have been ecstatic. This was everything you wanted. Now, after everything that had happened, you just wanted to protect your peace, and trying again with Lance Stroll would be counterintuitive. “Lance, mon chou. I don’t think this would be good for any of us.” You let go of his hands, but he grabbed them back instantly. Oh, he was good.

“Please, give me a chance. I’ll treat you right this time. I’ll have a dress delivered at your place, and I’ll come pick you up. We’ll go dine at the Ritz, and after that, I’ll give you my first date kiss. I’ll text you the next morning, and we’ll go to brunch. I'll stay every night. I swear, baby, everything will be for real. Just give me a chance. I can’t not have you, I need you!” Internally, you were screaming. His puppy eyes were that good. You almost wanted to say yes to the fantasy he had just put in your mind. He really was cruel.

“Lance, mon chou” you said softly. You let go of his hands for good. “Don’t do this. We both know what we shared for the last two years is way too fucked up for us to start again. I could never be clean of what you did to me before. If we dated, I would always expect you to leave me for a month without a single text, and it would truly be the end of me this time. You need to let me go.”

He was defeated, but he knew that your decision was taken. “Do you think you’ll ever be able to forgive me?”

“I think I’ve already forgiven you because I’ve forgiven myself for how badly I’ve treated me. To forget what you have done to me will take a while, though. That’s why you should leave, Lance.” You opened the door. You were kicking him out, instead of welcoming him in. Was this real life?

He got the message. “Okay, I will leave. I don't know how I'll manage though, because not seeing you seems surreal." He blinked to chase his tears away. "I’m really sorry for what I did to you, kid. I hope things between us will be fine one day. Give me a call sometime, okay? I want to check up on you.”

You nodded, even though you both knew he wasn’t getting more than a congratulation text after a good race from you. “Okay. I’ll see you around.”

Hearing the words he always used to say to you before leaving was like getting shot in the heart, but he knew he deserved it. The two of you shared one last look, and it was full of regrets, anger, pain, but also love, and hope. Lance finally left, and you locked the door behind him.

You had the huge task of working on yourself ahead, but you were glad to have a goal. Donating all the lingerie sets, the nightgowns and the stockings tainted by him helped a lot. You finished your master, and you did not think twice about the congralution text Lance send you, and neither did you for his other 20 texts begging to see you. You were protecting your peace.

In another lifetime, things would have been different. But in this one, you had just given yourself the opportunity to start again, and you were not about to pass on it. Your new life was starting now.

Perhaps a new bra and undewear set could help with that?

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Why I believe Audrey two is Seymour's subconscious and not a man eating plant.

I need everyone to hold my hands, look me in the eyes and listen carefully when I say this is my own interpretation based on the musical 2022 production with jeremy jordan and christian borle.

Trigger warnings for: themes of mental illness especially psychosis, mentions of suicide, murder, dismemberment, paranoid delusions, reality not being what it seems, blood and gore and anything else in relation to little shop of horrors.

OK ANYWAYS ON WITH IT !

point number one: Seymour is not mentally well.

He is so open to persuasion and peer pressure as shown not only by how quickly he folds when audrey II asks him to feed him BLOOD but also with how easily mushnik is able to make him his son (my baby seymour is so lonely and desperate for any positive attention). He definitely has depression and in this theory i believe he also suffers from psychosis. The initial feedings to audrey II are acts of self harm as a result of his mental illness.

point number two: audrey II as an extension of seymour.

Audrey II becomes a confidant to seymour, especially when facing ethical dilemmas and his own moral ideals - see feed me (get it) where he becomes convinced orin deserves to die - however i don't think that it is as literal as it is shown on stage. audrey II is an extension of seymour's conscious and subconscious that seymour's psychosis creates as a visual outlet for his own feelings. In reality i theorised that audrey II is a simple plant. although it IS a new discovery it does not become sentient but still brings fame and fortune to mushnik's florist. You may be wondering, well why does he feed it blood then? MENTAL ILLNESS BABEY!!! bringing us back to point one that seymour's subconscious needs to rationalise everything, including that he needs to "feed" this plant to keep revenue coming and reward it for bringing him fame.

point number three: seymour's hands.

Let's skip forward a little bit to when seymour tells mushnik that he needs to go into the plant to retrieve their money. Specifically during this production (as far as i know) seymour gestures to audrey II whilst its mouth opens and then when it begins to close onto mushnik, he stares at his hands and turns them over - reminiscent of characters who have killed and stare at their hands in shock/ in awe of blood that coats them. I believe that seymour does this to show that mushnik does not actually get eaten by audrey II in reality, but is instead murdered by seymour using his hands and then dismembered - similar to orin - and hidden in soil around the florist, but mainly in audrey II.

point number four: audrey II relaying seymour's inner thoughts.

When mushnik confronts seymour initially about his murder of orin and asks him to go to the police, audrey II comes alive with another presence on the stage for the first time in the show (i do not count when someone is being fed to audrey II e.g orin's corpse/mushnik getting into audrey II or audience interaction). Audrey II drives paranoia into seymour's forefront of his mind with his words, getting more and more intense as mushnik tells him to go to the police and prove his innocence. Seymour's irrational and paranoid mind creates this driving force via audrey II, giving him the ability to rationalise the killing of his father figure lest he go to prison.

point number five: orin scrivello DDS.

Orin's death could be labelled a convenient accident - but thats what seymour wants to think - his inaction in helping orin out of the mask is the direct cause of his death and although it is not the same as shooting him point blank, i still consider this an act of murder, the first of many. As mentioned previously seymour is very easily convinced that orin deserves to die for his abusive acts to audrey I, and rationalises that he MUST kill him to feed audrey II who has rewarded him with fame, fortune, and eventually audrey I. He rationalises orin's murder which is the start of his aggressive downward spiral into deeper psychosis and murder and then buries him in audrey II's soil.

point number six: audrey I.

Audrey I is seymour's core desire and main motive for most of his actions - he takes various contracts for money to provide for audrey, he kills orin for audrey's safety, he kills mushnik so he doesn't get turned in for orin's murder and so he can stay with audrey. Everything is centred around audrey because she is a large driving force for seymour. Her influence on him is shown during feed me (get it) in the instrumental section when orin slaps audrey for forgetting her sweater in front of seymour, this is the turning point for seymour's morality and he becomes of the belief some people deserve to die - especially orin.

point six and a half: audrey I going somewhere that's green.

Now let's get to the more complicated part of audrey I's death. NO ONE PANIC I AM NOT THROWING AWAY THE THEORY BECAUSE SEYMOUR ISN'T IN THE SCENE INITIALLY THAT'S ACTUALLY AN IMPORTANT PART OF IT. Seymour experiences a pure psychotic break, hence audrey II being the only one present for the scene initially and conversing with audrey I for the first time. Audrey II IS seymour, just the part of him he harshly represses and barely acknowledges, hence the manifestation of audrey II as a man eating plant. He accidentally fatally injures audrey I and as she dies in his arms, he needs to rationalise it all as a lone act committed by audrey II and not himself. Seymour buries her in the soil along with orin and mushnik.

point seven: audrey II and detaching seymour from reality.

Audrey II serves as a way for seymour to disconnect himself from the reality of his crimes, creating a completely separate entity deemed to feed on blood (fresh and human - why was that specified? to rationalise the murders) and has evil motives (world conquest). What we see is not reality, but what seymour sees.

point eight: seymour's death/suicide.

We see seymour dive into audrey II in an attempt to kill it from the inside, in line with this theory i see this as seymour committing suicide in horror at his own acts and the part of him which manifested as audrey II in his mind. He willingly enters the 'man eating plant' which he has seen eat three separate people with only a small machete, implying he wouldn't know the outcome is death implies he is an idiot. i have theorised that he comes to after audrey I's death and burial and in horror and shame of his murderous acts and the way he justified them he chooses to kill himself - mostly due to the death of audrey I - in order to kill the part of him that allowed those things to happen. Kind of a Jekyll and Hyde situation, killing yourself to kill the second person inhabiting your body and brain.

point nine: the finale.

The finale we see is seymour's final brain functions, bringing all his rationalisations and delusions to a head, where audrey II lives on and goes on to conquer the world with millions of other man eating plants. He gets to see all his victims one final time, and shares a warning to not feed the plants, no matter what they offer you - do not feed delusions or rationalise evil deeds no matter the positive outcomes. Speaking of positive outcomes !

point ten: the rewards system tied to audrey II.

What emphasises and solidifies the rationalisations and delusions are the positive things that happen around seymour as he kills, such as getting into a relationship with audrey I, money, popularity, getting adopted, multiple contracts etc. Reminder that what we see in the show is seymour's perceptions, and that i theorise in reality they are much less positive and are blown out of proportion by seymour so that they are a significant positive outcome of his negative acts. He does not get together with audrey I, they simply interact more than before, the contracts are bad deals, the money isn't as great as it seems, he gets adopted but as we see in the show it is for ulterior motives (seymour sees it as an act of pure love).

conclusion:

I have little shop of horrors brain rot and i love this theory so much it adds a whole new layer to the show, especially the ending ! love the character of audrey II but i also love the idea that he is a manifestation of seymour's subconscious and not actually a man eating plant.

i did not proofread this. hope you enjoyed :)

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Vnc OP 1 - Sora to Utsuro

We are here again! I’ll be taking the time to talk of VnC’s first opening and breaking down the lyrics. Specifically in regards to what I will refer to as the dream loop theory. If you don’t know what I mean by that, the base summary is that the VnC universe is a story. Noé is the narrator, the character, the archiver and the creator. Noé is writing the memoires to manifest his memories. Let’s call it a memory world. He does this either to escape his regret-filled reality or to save Vanitas. However, when he “loops”, he doesn’t remember why he’s there so everything plays out the way it was written in the memoires.

Then Noé will live on, write the memoires again, and the cycle continues. And because he’s done this countless times, the memoirs gradually stray away from the original story. I’ll elaborate further when talking about OP 1. Right about now!

This was the main translation I could find for the full song (not including English covers but I could reach the same conclusions for those as well) If anyone has other translations for the whole thing, I’d love to see it. https://youtu.be/G_bJwB1YePw?si=xPVlV3_Fd57S-Bo1

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/You’re pondering the simple things, pretty much human emotions and love/

/I hope one day you’ll understand/

/Too many wounds have left you patched together, a miserable sight/

/That doesn’t even know the definition of alive/

It is confirmed that this opening is from Noe’s POV. But keep in mind for the rest of this thread, it’s future Noé speaking. There are two main readings for the song; for the most part it’s Noé talking to or about Vanitas. And then there’s Noé talking to himself. This part has both interpretations.

Noé to Vanitas: Vanitas does struggle to understand his emotions throughout the story, that includes love. Vanitas is a broken individual, has too many wounds/trauma Noé cannot ignore and for a long time, was fueled by getting his “revenge”. Thus he’s forgotten what it means to live. You can also read into “doesn’t know the definition of alive” in a meta sense, from the beginning of the story he’s already dead.

And the very name ‘Vanitas’ is surrounded with the imagery of death, futility and mortality. So yes, Vanitas as a concept doesn’t know what ‘alive’ is.

Noé to himself: Noé as well is trying to figure out human emotions. This is a case study of a human after all. The memoirs follow Noe’s journey in understanding Vanitas’ thinking. And we’ve had Noé blatantly ask Vanitas what love means. But we can read this as Noé , sort of telling his past self that one day he will understand and feel this pain. Take note of “many wounds have left you patched together”. As I said, he could be talking about how “fragile” Vanitas is but what if this is about himself?

/No need to say “just the two of us” or anything/

/I have a feeling we can understand each other/

/And that’s fine for now/

This is calling to the Catacombs Arc, where Vanitas repeats Noe’s line of being able to do anything together. Interesting enough, it’s that arc where we see a bit of Vanitas’ backstory and it ends with the two sitting against each other. An understanding has been reached. Of course we all know that’s what VnC is about but of course he adds the ‘for now’ because what would this show be without its looming doom.

/I love this world and the light only you give me/

/Makes the world I see through these fractured eyes/

/Look gleaming and bright/

It’s these verses that made me want to spend more time on this. First of all, ‘I love this world’, a little weird right? I can only hope this translation is the most accurate but we’re saying ‘this’ instead of ‘the world’. Makes it sound like “I like this one. I prefer this one.” And ‘the light only you give me’ is very odd if we’re saying this is from Noe’s POV. Emphasis on ONLY.

Another reason why I believe it’s future Noé singing because why would present Noé say Vanitas is the only light he has? Vanitas is the only thing keeping him from falling apart. Vanitas being the sole reason Noé loves the world…doesn’t line up with the Noé we’re seeing now. Now it could be Vanitas is a “special” light. But that kinda raises more alarms because Vanitas is very admired in this song guys. And present Noé I feel wouldn’t be so sure in proclaiming this. The world being seen through fractured eyes could be multiple things. We know Noé sustained an injury on his left eye when Teacher bought him.

This could feed into a theory that has been speculated over the years that Noe’s vision was permanently altered and he sees things from that eye differently. Of course, it could refer to future Noe’s perception of life being broken due to the events of the series. Thus why Vanitas is the one thing that makes it gleaming and bright. You could then ask “But Vanitas is gone in the future so how is that possible?” In comes my theory. It’s interesting how Noé is often associated with light, the sun etc. but here we see him give those characteristics to Vanitas’ presence.

/There’s no such thing as a sure thing/

/But you can see me can’t you?/

Things get a little fuzzy here. Obviously, nothing is sure, nothing lasts forever. This period of happiness will pass. But “you can see me”. Assuming this world is a memory, this could be Noé being elated from seeing Vanitas. That his plan has worked. But you can also interpret this, I forgot who pointed it out but ty whoever you are, that this is the one moment Vanitas interjects in the song. Essentially saying, “you can see me, so this is not real.” As if trying to wake Noé up. And if you look at the OP itself, for most of it Vanitas is following or lagging behind Noé like a ghost. There’s even a part where Noé is looking at a drawing of a view instead a real one, Vanitas is yelling at him, trying to get his attention and Noé ignores him completely. Not to mention the OP starts and ends with Noé sleeping, Vanitas nor his belongings ever in the room almost as if it was all a dream hmmm.

You can see this also as Noé acknowledging the world he has created is only temporary. Noé knows this isn’t real, isn’t a sure thing. But then Vanitas comes in to be like “you can see me, can’t you. So is it that bad?”

/I’m pondering the simple things, pretty much emptiness and frigidity/

/One by one lies have increased/

/Playing with a simple puppet/

/My rusted head is shaking/

We’ve contrasted “human emotions and love” with “emptiness and frigidity” here. Frigid here means the bitter cold, stiff, lacking in warmth. The opposite of what Noé says this world gives him so safe guess, he’s talking about the reality he is escaping. Where Vanitas is dead as well as a lot of his friends. The lies have built upon each other, adding to my theory where the numerous times Noé has done this has created layers upon layers of worlds. And each one has more inaccuracies than the last. This is his story, a play, he is the writer and the puppeteer of everyone’s roles. When they appear, what they say and do is decided by what Noé writes in the memoires. But by all the loops he’s made himself a puppet too. His head being rusted could hint at many, many years passing since everything happened. What’s even more interesting is remember, Vanitas is the one usually associated with cold and emptiness. So why is Noé assigning those things to his thoughts? It really shows how future Noé has come to view Vanitas vs himself. Because ignoring any theories or whatever for a second, future Noé is clearly burdened with regrets and hate towards himself.

/Your laughing was reflected by a daydream/

/Without knowing yet we just want to laugh/

/Throw away the answer, whatever you want is fine for now/

We circle back to the dream thing again. What is a daydream? It’s something you fantasize about when you are bored or in need of a distraction. A reflection looks and behaves exactly like you, copies your movements, but is it real? We all know mirrors and reflections play a major role in the story. Whether having mirrors or frames in official art or volume covers. Characters reflecting each other like Vanitas/Astolfo, Domi/Louis, Ruthven/Noé etc. I think the “throw away the answer” is interesting, it could be Noé again knowing what the “right” thing to do is but is desperate to see Vanitas laugh. Feels very much like a “oh forget about all that, what do you wanna do?” Noé putting other people before himself and being selfless to a fault.

/I love this world that lacks everything/

/If the mechanical echoes/

/Everything seems to be laughable/

/I can’t be proud of it/

/But isn’t the burning dream beautiful/

Why would you love a hollow world? This is Noé saying this. How can a world lack everything if it’s meant to be real? Unless it isn’t. Unless it lacks what you truly desire even if you claim to love it regardless. Echoes fall into the same vein as reflections I brought up previously. ‘Mechanical’ implies it’s a machine, tying back to it being empty and hollow. Lacking realness. And it’s funny, Noé says he’s not proud of it. His world, his creation if you will. That it’s laughable even but then goes on to call it beautiful. Think about that for a minute. The dream is burning because Vanitas will always die no matter what Noé does. Everything will go up in flames, it’s only temporary but guess what? To Noé, this fleeting period of happiness is far better than whatever he has left when he wakes up.

/When the sky and the void meet look back because the dreams will come later/

/When the sky and the void meet look back be still in bloom/

/When the sky and the void meet born and die repeatedly/

/The future and lies break and laugh/

We’ll stop here because the song then goes back to the first chorus “I love this world and the light you give me” stuff. This part of the OP I would say is the most vague, you can read this a lot of ways. However you want to interpret it, there is a clear loop going on. We can see “sky and void” as metaphors for Vanitas and Noé. Personally I’d say Noé is the void because of that official art that has Vanitas with a clear sky in the background and Noé is sinking into the darkness. Similar to when he drinks someone’s blood and sees their memories.

But while Vanitas has a few purple butterflies, Noé is given that distinct glowing blue butterfly. Vanitas is Noe’s light. We talk about that art for hours but that's for another day. Plus given how Noé talks in this song, it’s safe to say he sees himself as the void. And once they meet the dreams will come later, to be born and die repeatedly. Meeting could be their actual meeting from chapter one and the cycle/memory world begins from there. It could be wherever fuck they were when Noé failed to grab Vanitas’ hand. The future and lies….what lies? Who my dear readers would be lying to us :000. But eventually that mountain of lies will come tumbling down.

And, no theory just pure delulu I’ve always headcanoned that when Vanitas dies Noé is going to break out laughing. So if that happens the op spoiled it.

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Interview With a Writer

It is that blessed time when the wonderful and talented Miss Maggie, @inthedayswhenlandswerefew, gives us some behind-the-scenes insight to her latest brilliant narration. [Feel free to check out the Spotify playlist of all the songs mentioned and let me know if I forgot one!]

Here is masterlist to my Interview With a Writer series and the other talented individuals who allow me to continue this self-indulgent series! 💜 Picture(s) source.

Name: inthedayswhenlandswerefew

Story: 1968

Paring: modern Aemond Targaryen x female!reader, modern Aegon Targaryen x female!reader

Warnings: 18+ mature themes. Be mindful of chapter warnings.

Where did the idea for 1968 come from?

I am a high school social studies teacher by trade, and my absolute favorite class to teach is American History. The 1960s and 70s were actually one of my weak spots when I got my first teaching job back in 2020, so I ended up researching a lot about that period of time and got absolutely obsessed with it. In my American History class, I spend a whole lesson on JUST 1968, because so many important events happened in that year that are emblematic of broader trends and tensions.

One day I was re-reading one of my favorite books, The Other Mrs. Kennedy by Jerry Oppenheimer, which is specifically about Bobby Kennedy’s wife Ethel, but also gives a lot of insight into the Kennedy family generally and what it was like to live through that era. The idea of using this setting as a fic AU occurred to me, and I ruminated on it for a few weeks while finishing up Napoleonville.

Eventually, I had a revelation of the ending of 1968 (true to my usual pattern), and then knew I’d have to write the fic! I was actually really worried about all the political and historical details being too boring and/or confusing (especially for non-U.S. readers), so I was relieved that so many people gave it a chance. 🥰

Honestly, it was brilliant with the similarities to the Kennedys and Targaryens in the story. Were there any historical cameos in 1968 that you enjoyed channeling? Or perhaps struggled with?

I find LBJ super fascinating, and I feel that because of the Vietnam War he really doesn’t get a fair assessment when people look back on his presidency. His work for civil rights and the Great Society (SNAP, Medicaid, Head Start, Job Corps, PBS, etc.) was truly revolutionary, and as someone who grew up in poverty and benefitted from a lot of those programs, I don’t think LBJ’s contributions get the recognition and praise they deserve. I perceive him as a haunted sort of figure, and I really enjoyed his cameos. (To be clear, he was also super problematic and bizarre personally, and I don’t mean to excuse any of that 😂).

As for someone who was difficult to write about…honestly, the George Wallace research I did was super depressing, so while he was necessary to include, I didn’t really enjoy working on those parts!

Was there anything in specific that inspired your Reader portrayal?

Io is a bit of a composite sketch. Ethel Kennedy was known as doggedly committed to her husband’s career above all else (despite eventually being the mother of 11 children!!), and I think that inspired Io’s single-minded determination to help Aemond win the election in the first few chapters. Ethel was traditional in the sense that her husband was the center of her world and made all the important decisions, as was expected of women of her social class in that time period. But Io is also a manifestation of the counterculture of the late-60s. She is young, educated, genuinely progressive politically, and likes to party. She tries to reconcile the expectations of her family/time period and her actual personality by intentionally choosing a husband with whom she can have an equal partnership making the world a better place. And…we all know how that worked out.

[Photo Ethel and Bobby Kennedy, m. 1950]

Can you explain your interpretation of Aegon? How does he compare and contrast to Aemond? What drives them? Why are they the way that they are?

In 1968, Aegon is 40 years old, and so his role in the Targaryen political dynasty is very well-established: once his family realized he couldn’t be weaponized for their purposes, he was largely disposed of, and lives this aimless, uninspired, self-loathing sort of existence. He does have some genuine love for his family—missing Daeron and feeling guilt over him being sent to Vietnam, a vague sort of fondness for Mimi and the kids, distress when Aemond is shot in Palm Beach, an apology of sorts to Alicent by performing “Mama Tried” at her birthday party—but Aegon exists on the periphery, and he knows this, and while he doesn’t want to be a politician the rejection still stings.

At first, he perceives Io as yet another person who makes him feel inadequate and unloved; and in fairness, she is cruel to him, in fact more so than Aegon is to Io in return. It is noteworthy that in Chapter 1, she viciously criticizes Aegon in front of everyone in the waiting room (“if someone had to get killed tonight it should have been you”), but he doesn’t return fire until they are alone (the infamous cow comment), and even then he seems to regret it immediately.

Aegon, fundamentally, is more sad than mean. When in Chapters 2 and 3 Io abruptly reveals herself to be someone who is vulnerable, wounded, abandoned, and kind of a hippie lowkey, Aegon begins to perceive her differently, and she becomes an opportunity for him to be truly understood, protected, and loved for the first time in his life.

I think we would all describe Aemond as ambitious and ruthless, determined to prove that he is the best to compensate for deep, lifelong insecurities. He is a progressive politically because he sees a path to build a winning coalition, and perhaps in small part because of the whole Greeks-being-despised immigrants thing. But in 1968 there is a sense that you never fully understand who he is as a person. This is intentional! 1968 is Io’s story, and she never gets to see the whole Aemond. She sees parts of the picture, but never the full image. As awful as he is to Io, there is also a side of Aemond that truly (even if in an…unorthodox way 😂) loves Alys and their child, and there are clues that Alys understands him like no one else can (that Ouija board message… 👀). He’s by no means a good guy, but he is multifaceted. I think the stress of the presidency, and his long separation from Alys, ends up softening Aemond a bit, hence him defending Io’s reputation and ultimately letting her go.

Did anything inspire your other OCs? Specifically "The Ones Who Married In" club?

I didn’t sit down and plan what sorts of characters would be in the “The Ones Who Married In” club. I was possessed by these random visions of them: a perpetually drunk Mimi, a perhaps not too bright but very sweet Fosco, and Malibu Barbie but make her Polish Ludwika, and I was thinking: “These people are ridiculous, this will never work!” But then when I thought about it more, I realized that Mimi, Fosco, Ludwika, and Io all serve strategic roles to help advance Aemond’s career, and so it would make sense that Otto and Aemond cobbled them together and shoved them into the family portraits. I ended up really loving them, but they weren’t a big part of my original outline for 1968. 🙂

How would Io rate them based on her friendship with each of them?

Fosco is definitely #1; they connect on an emotional level that is deep but also largely unspoken. Ludwika is a close #2; she’s Io’s shopping buddy but also witty, supportive, and very feminist in her own way. And then Mimi is a distant #3. Io pities Mimi and feels loyalty to her as a fellow Targaryen, and goes out of her way to try to protect Mimi from her own self-destructive tendencies. But Io, as a collected and self-reliant person, also has difficulty understanding and dealing with someone as messy as Mimi. And of course, once Io realizes she is super into Aegon, that creates some one-sided resentment of Mimi!

Do you have a feeling of what happened after chapter 12? What is the ending you vaguely see with Aegon and Io? What about Aemond and Alys?

Where I end a fic is really the last clear image I see of the characters, so I sadly don’t have a lot of specifics to offer. What I do feel is that Io and Aegon have children of their own (like, several children, maybe even 5+ children) and Aegon is present for their early years in a way he wasn’t able to be for his kids with Mimi. Io is a stepmom to Aegon’s OG kids and has a good relationship with them, but she’s only really close with Cosmo.

I also sense that Aemond has basically no contact with Io or Aegon, which makes sense considering his abuse of Io and the lifelong fury Aegon would therefore have towards him. Aemond is happy with Alys and their son (as happy as someone like him is capable of being); he does the ex-president thing and settles into a largely ceremonial role and advises Democratic politicians, although he is not very friendly with President Reagan.

And then my wild theory is that a Daeron/John McCain ticket ends up winning the 2000 election and the War On Terror plays out completely differently!

And finally... 1968 seemed to pour from you like a fever dream. Does this mean something else might be coming to continue the Maggie's Suffering Sunday tradition?

1968 did seem to fly by, despite it being a longer fic at 12 chapters! I do have something planned for this Sunday... 😉 All I can say for now is that it is very weird, totally unexpected, and tonally a mashup of Comet Donati and When The World Is Crashing Down.

Does that seem impossible?? Think again 😏 I will be reblogging hints until Sunday! I hope you enjoy this new journey 🥰🐍

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rewatched blue lock now that i've read the manga and now that i gaf about rin and this four second flashback triggered something in me please let me cry about the itoshi brothers a little more... specifically my bpd rin hc.

he looks so blatantly upset i think i might end myself... itoshi rin, you are me! sae being his fp just makes so much sense to me and i see myself in rin so much.

i need to rant about this a little because i seriously need to explain this headcanon to somebody so i'm going to talk about it a little here.

when he first became a major character in blue lock i could definitely sense the vibes that there was something going on with him, but after his backstory i was really put on to the idea of him having bpd.

think about it, rin, who has always prioritized one person over anything else in his life. rin, who thinks of himself as useless the instant said person says is so. rin, who swung from hating himself and solemnly declaring his own worthlessness alone in his room to destroying said room in a fit of sudden rage and promising himself he'd never forgive his fp for treating him this way, just to go back to going "nii-cha—" the moment sae MIGHT praise him.

his self-worth issues, his mood swings and emotional instability, that intense and seemingly random anger, his abandonment issues, the unstable relationships (with both sae and isagi, although isagi isn't his fp)... the list goes on, and they're all signs of a bpd teen to me.

if we did a little checklist i'm sure i could figure out an example of him fitting nearly every trait and behavior... he's peak borderline but nobody wants to admit it because they'd rather see him as a hypermasculine, cold and cruel "boyfriend" for them to selfship with than a young man dealing with complex and troubling thoughts and feelings.

the things he says always really stick with me (keep in mind that i didn't read it in english so the dialogue may not line up correctly) but it really hits close to home during the u20 arc when he realizes for the first time since being dumped by his fp that he really isn't alone and just feels positively DISGUSTED. i don't know if i should interpret it as another irrational behavior, a disliking to/fear of closeness or the fact that he would rather have his brother's love over anybody else's but it sure does really make me feel for him. that scene just screamed "i'm irrational, emotional and out of control" and it's such a perfect portrayal of how some of us might experience being borderline.

i don't know if i should add a little more because it's getting a little late for me but trust that i will be posting a little more about this in the morning... together we can make the bpd itoshi rin tag real, trust...

#bpd itoshi rin #i'm making this a tag #bpd #actually bpd #bpd fp #blue lock #bllk #itoshi rin

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think twice ノ sunday

ৎ୭ ₊ ˙ ⊹ . 3.9k ノ fem reader — reader is sunday’s subordinate . i won’t say maid specifically (not this time lol) but you know the deal with my penacony fics hehe ノ nipple play . tit play . lots of touching and sucking ノ petnames — little bird . dove . darling . doll ノ a pinch of mind break . obedience and corrections . calling him “sir” ノ fucking against the wall . cumming inside . making a mess ノ sunday acting weird . lots of references to harmony and birds and cages and sins ノ proofread mostly done but i gave up — forgive any repeats or mistakes ♡

“now,” he trails off with a subtle voice. his gloved hand finds its place on your chest, squeezing your tit featherly yet enough to make you wince. “i remember we were talking about what would happen if you failed me again... and what if you successfully completed your task, yes?”

“yes, sir…” to say these two words is difficult, oddly enough, whilst your answer gets stuck in your throat and you fear that you’ll misspell even the simplest sentence. “and that i should always think twice.”

“exactly. think twice.”

you watch his palm slowly rise and fall to the rhythm of your uneven breaths. his digits gradually wrap around your clothed skin in a delicate but demanding gesture, a vine of obsession.

there is no way back — once sunday asks you to do something for him, there’s no refusal possible.

only compliance.

the young leader of the oak family glances over his shoulder as you feel another person behind you, but he silently orders them to leave before they can notice anything going on between you two. however, that short, tense situation was enough to harden your nipples from the cold sweat. something he immediately felt under his fingers.

“your body betrays your feelings right now. are you nervous or excited? tell me, which one is it? and, kindly, please don’t lie to me.” his whisper travels to your ears so clearly that you wonder how anyone can remain unbothered by his sultry voice — you certainly cannot.

“b-both.”

he reaches out and strokes your face lightly while tilting it up just enough to make you look into his eyes. then he descends lower and grips onto your chin to keep you in place; you involuntarily let out a moan of shame and delight. his smirk grows wider, for he takes great pleasure in playing with your tit while hearing all these cute sounds and seeing your confused expressions. when his other hand also finds its way onto your clothed breast and both of them circle the nipples so gently, your knees tremble.

trying to pull away from the sensation that is almost painful, but you regretfully fail since he presses your back against a wall with no further escape. sunday leans forward to bring himself closer, as if he wanted to catch each of your shaky exhales and have them only for himself.

to gather a moment to breathe is a miracle; time counts with the pounding of your heart. but the break lasts shortly before he’s on you again, this time to pinch your nipples in a torturous fashion. you find yourself melting under his touch, face growing hotter and hotter with every second of this silent assault.

“already a mess when you’re still fully clothed. it makes me wonder how you would act if i used my tongue instead… would it feel good for you? oh, my poor little angel… i hope you aren’t imagining it, not right now… correct?” he teases, only to pull down the frills of your deep collar with one quick motion.

how pitiful it is that you will probably ruin such a pretty set, he thinks with a gentle smirk, evaluating the sight of your revealed cleavage, squeezed deliciously by the laced hem from both sides.

he kneads at your soft breasts without hurry and occasionally pulls at them playfully while pinching your hard buds in between, and your mind blurs out from the sensations. his beautiful face comes closer to yours with his shimmering gaze fixed on your own, the glow resembling honey gold and drowning you in an ocean of warmth.

the luxurious perfume reaches your nose when he leans to kiss you. everything inside screams that maybe you really should refuse him and withdraw. lips on lips, like velvet caressing the skin, lulling you to believe that it’s only wise to stay obedient under his grip, all while his breath fans over your features until you close your eyes out of anticipation.

that’s expected, and he chuckles knowingly at your blind expression — he stops being shy. he takes hold of your wrist and moves your own hand to press it to your mouth just when you are about to moan too loudly, covering needy whimpers as he descends to nuzzle his face against your tit.

teeth biting on the inside of your cheek, driven crazy but faithful, like he wanted, because you don’t want to disappoint him. sunday kisses around your sensitive peak while purposely avoiding its centre, just to tease you even further and see how frustrated you can get from his games. his free palm continues to squeeze it roughly to your dismay, or perhaps it’s entirely because of that.

the same pair of lips that had been sucking on your boob is now moving up to your jawline so softly that it sends shivers through your entire body while they brush past your skin and reach your ear, his breathing not much steadier than yours.

“i believe that you must be suffering a lot here, am i correct? look at your poor body shaking already.” the harmonious voice fills up your mind; the whisper flows right into your consciousness.

to emphasise his point, his hand reaches for your leg, slowly crawling up until it rests upon your inner thigh. but just as he moves his glove further inside to make contact with your covered heat, his thumb just barely grazes your sensitive clit over the thin fabric and makes you mewl in desperation immediately.

tease until you are nothing but a trembling mess — it’s his favourite, how he always takes his time playing with you in more ways than one. you bite back the wail before it gets louder by reflex and hide your face in the crook of his neck, letting his palm run along your outer folds through your underwear.

stimulating, yes, but not giving enough.

“how pitiful it is that you try so desperately to conceal yourself. do you want me to see what i have done to you or not, angel?”

a ragged whisper is all you spew out while your vision turns cloudy; liquid diamonds gather between your lashes as his thumb presses against your throbbing bundle of nerves and circles it in agonisingly slow motions.

at the same moment, he brings his lips down to your other exposed tit to suck your hard nipple leisurely with such delicate gestures. that is, until he bites the pebbled skin roughly and your voice responds. you try to shift yourself to slip away from his attention, but he merely giggles together with the flicks done back and forth over your clit, drawing another high-pitched moan out of your chest.

how close you are to falling apart — sunday knows each reaction from memory. his hot touch travels lower to where the lace of your undergarments is sticking to your skin, your panties soaked through completely from his persistent work, and he slides one digit in between your puffy folds with no difficulty.

the silk feels divine, a godly presence bestowed upon your body, as it presses up against your bundle of nerves until you’re unable to articulate any of the desires that tighten around your heart.

“poor little bird, can’t endure it without sliding down a wall. dove, you would fall completely if it wasn’t for the support i offer. just what shall we do about you? your sweet whines… they’re driving me insane, darling.” you feel how he breathes against your sensitive chest, goosebumps appearing even though he’s so warm.

as he says these words, his gloves carefully unwrap your clothes, uncovering more of your bare thighs. a shaky exhale leaves your lips at the special attention he gives to the entrance of your cunt, brushing his fingers delicately in circular motions while whispering tender things into your ears.

it feels so good. it’s useless to deny the cravings — the delirious flame he feeds so tenderly to let it burn more. he knows exactly what he’s doing with his experienced hands, pressing deeper inside so easily thanks to your dripping essence, right before withdrawing them just as abruptly. you mewl at his cruel treatment, and your hips instinctively chase after his fingertips.

this little rebellion takes your entire courage to finally muster up enough strength to grab his shoulders, to steady yourself, and to force him to slow down.

he lets you do as you wish for a moment, taking pleasure in your impatience whilst he rubs himself between your folds to soak the fabric with your juices until it sticks to your dewy flesh, causing you to grind against him needily again. and yet again, he stops.

“why should i spoil you that much?” he asks; meanwhile, his digits slide away from your swollen nub. “or, should i rather say — why must you continue to look so innocent? i love how you try to hide your true face. no one can see the gloss of your skin, soiled under my kisses, or how your body responds to my words. i could watch you all night, just like this, if i only could…” he smirks mischievously at your incessant tantrum, a smug glint flashing across his eyes as they return to your own.

you gasp and whimper pathetically in reply since you’re unable to form coherent words anymore, much less make proper retorts. he watches your features twist with shame, gently cradling your face while leaning closer to breathe onto your skin with an exhale filled with yearning, his lips barely grazing the arch of your brow.

and then suddenly, the tension disappears, and sunday pushes you forward with no effort. with his forceful arms, he forces your legs wider and swiftly slams his own hips between them, embracing your waist and burying his nose into your soft neck. he immediately sinks his teeth into it with no hesitation, leaving you squealing from shock and pleasure alike, his grip so harsh that he will surely leave marks that will remind you of his demands later.

“dove, please, open my pants. quickly, now…”

you comply without question, knowing he’ll reward you handsomely for this, and shakily take ahold of his belt, which is cold under your touch and somehow gives you a pleasant thrill that only increases with each second. the buckle is decorated with a gilded pattern of polished metal, and your hands tremble slightly as they move to unfasten it.

the moment you’re busy undoing the clasp, he grip the fist around your wrists to prevent you from finishing the job — he does it himself, quite impatient, and holds you close enough for his pink cockhead to press against your clit hidden behind the dewy lace.

sunday grins triumphantly with a certain amount of arrogance; he takes pleasure in watching you tremble beneath his own frame, savouring your strangled gasps and whimpers, but that is not enough for him to release his hold on your cottony limbs.

you let him move your panties to the side to rub his tip with slippery strings of arousal, clinging to his arms like a trembling leaf to a branch whilst he’s busy doing so. your chest heaves erratically as your nipples brush against the fabric of his suit, worsening their fatigued state.

soon he cannot stop himself from teasing you further, so he presses his palm over your sensitive clit and spreads your slick all over your pussy before inserting his two digits back into your heat. with a single thrust, he drives his fingertips straight against your most sensitive spot, a jolt of ecstasy coursing through you along with it, nearly disrobing you of the last shreds of your sanity.

“no, sir… please, i want you— your cock, please…” you beg.

but sunday does not listen. he only smiles softly while observing your squirming figure underneath his pristine form before murmuring, his tone as gentle as a lullaby.

“don’t worry, angel, i will fill you with everything that you desire… so just wait a little longer. for now, i want to ensure that you’re ready.” he explains, stroking your walls with ease.

despite your protests, you can’t help but whimper. your mind turns into a mush, lost in the sensations, and all you can focus on is how your entire body aches for him — aching for something that you're not yet sure about — but all he does is just pump inside until he can’t find any resistance within. you hear yourself babbling out an apology at some point, but that makes you look pathetic.

when he notices it, his expression immediately changes into a frown.

“darling,” he coos, saccharine sweet, as if speaking to a frightened kitten. “you aren’t feeling guilty, no? for showing me how much you enjoy this? such silly thoughts do not fit you at all. especially when you should know by now that i’m more than glad to accept.”

he looks directly into your eyes after finishing the sentence, his golden pupils locking you in place. they burn brighter and more fiercely than any fire. what lies beyond his gaze — perhaps it is passion itself, raw and untamed yet neither violent nor destructive. it merely wants to consume your entire existence so thoroughly that you may never come to realise how completely it devours you until there’s nothing left.

maybe the only reason he won’t go all out is because you willingly give yourself to him repeatedly, the very proof being the liquid of your love leaking from the crevices of his palm.

before you can respond, sunday leans his upper half over to take you by surprise with a swift kiss, successfully muffling your cry when he grabs the underside of your thighs and sets you over his aching cock. your cunt’s already welcoming him with wet melodies, spilling all over his shaft.

although his fingers have made your body loose enough for the entire length to slip into your needy pussy in a single motion, it’s no easy task. it surprises you at first, as he pushes right through the ring of your hole with relative ease and slides all the way back in one continuous thrust until his pelvis presses flush against yours, but that soon dissipates when you clench desperately around him.

you sob, feeling him cover you entirely, every inch of his skin connecting with yours while his salivating tongue enters your mouth to steal the rosy kiss, a promise unbroken that once again you let yourself be claimed by sin. he tastes as delicious as he looks and as he smells — something like expensive incense mixed with a faint trace of sweetness — which makes you unable to resist sucking on his lips harder than before, which causes a chuckle to rise from his throat.

after breaking apart to allow air between you two, sunday leans towards the crook of your neck, his beloved harbour where he can hide from the world, and nibbles gently over the pulse point, like a snake inflicting its venom.

you shudder, losing balance for a moment and slipping by an inch or two from his grasp because he lets his hand cup your chin instead of supporting the underside of your thighs. you have to react, wrapping your calves around his hips like a rope that will bind you two together. and he tilts your face so that you may gaze upon him, directly into his eyes.

“i would like to apologise for the short notice… however, you are taking me in so wonderfully that i do not have it in me to stop. it almost feels as though your body is melting under me. am i not correct in assuming that much, my dove?”

a timid nod from you makes him grin from ear to ear.

“well then, if that is so, i must repay your generosity in full. i could not bear to disappoint you, after all.”

“that’s not it! i didn’t mean—” you stammer out, but it takes a great deal of effort just to talk through the haze in your mind. you feel like you’ve been injected with some kind of poison. his words. sentimental orders. every time his length prods against your fluttering walls, your heart seems to swell in your chest as though you were an overflowing river bursting out of the banks, threatening to spill over.

he chuckles once more before bending down and planting a firm kiss at the junction where your shoulder meets your neck.

“of course, i know what you meant to say. that’s why i don’t plan to stop even if you ask me to, though that isn’t necessarily required since you’re doing so beautifully without using your words…”

he moves his mouth back to your ear so that you can feel the breath tickle against the erogenous flesh; he whispers anything, everything, meaningless compliments to fill the void of the grand ceiling above, his voice reverberating through your bones and resonating in your system like the strums of a harp.

slow but steady strokes push his balls forward against your folds. his cock brushes against the roof of your soaked walls, hitting upon spots that send waves of ecstasy surging up your spine and shooting straight into your brain, but the sensation lasts for a mere second, and he is already withdrawing to repeat the motions again, giving you no time to adjust and instead merely causing more warmth to flood your groin while you struggle to comprehend what’s happening.

his pace gradually hastens, and the muscles of his arms clench in a manner similar to your own thighs squeezing around his hips as they threaten to cramp under the immense pressure building within them. your nipples slide across the slick material of his suit and continue to graze against his chest. you can feel his heartbeat drumming out an irregular rhythm beneath your breasts, but it matches perfectly with yours, nonetheless.

the air in your lungs vanishes suddenly, and your hands tighten their grip on the silk of his shirt in an attempt to steady yourself. a particularly sharp shove against your sweet spot causes a yelp to burst out of your throat without warning, bringing forth tears that flow freely down your cheeks. bucking your hips against his and slamming your legs together, squeezing him with all your might, both physically and emotionally — like the cage he wouldn’t mind being trapped in.

it’s so overwhelming. it’s too much. his scent, his sweet praises, and his talented touch roaming your heated skin. your knees quake as you try to remain upright and avoid collapsing altogether.

but sunday does not falter or relent in the slightest. his palms firmly grab onto your ass, helping you rock against his erection. the wet squelches and slaps echo around the room, growing louder and more frequent, and your nails dig into his shoulders.

“wonderful. your tightness feels just wonderful, my dove. i hope that you will continue to cling to me as such in the future, too,” he sighs, pressing his lips to your jawline before moving along and nuzzling at your collarbone, licking up a trail from your neck to your chin with his tongue. you respond to his affections eagerly, tossing your head from side to side whilst lust engulfs your brain, allowing your mouth to fall agape so he can swallow your moans of pleasure greedily and suck your saliva from your mouth.

he snaps against you, practically rutting you into submission until your juices ooze everywhere around his cock and create a slippery mess on your thighs that drips drop by drop on the floor, syrupy strings of what is called ‘making love’.

he’s obviously getting off just as much as you do from this profane connection, judging by the way his breaths grow ragged, struggling to maintain equilibrium amidst laboured gasps, and his pupils are blown out completely until all you can see are ultramarine circles ringed with bright yellow light.

“and… my adorable doll, you deserve nothing less than the best. i swear that i’ll spoil you… oh, i promise to spoil you rotten,” he utters between his groans, noting the sheen of sweat coating your skin.

with your arms wrapped around his shoulders and his length ramming your honeyed spot repeatedly, it isn’t long before you cannot stop yourself from crying out loudly, releasing all your pent-up feelings. your walls clench spastically around his shaft until they reach a new height of sensitivity; it overwhelms everything else, and your climax hits, a lightning running along your nerves, knocking the air from your lungs in a strangled gasp.

“that’s it, love. you look beautiful, so please let yourself go, angel… aah—!” he grunts as soon as his hips lock against yours, his cock twitching rapidly inside you while pumping cum deep within your womb, the white essence mingling together with a squirting fluid that drenches his lower abdomen.

the shared orgasms happen at once.

the highest form of harmony for your bodies to sync so perfectly; you can’t help but tremble in absolute delight, savouring the closeness of having your lover pour all of himself into you as he did. feeling the way he fills you up and douses your insides while simultaneously drawing out the delirious experience until his countenance blurs before your eyes.

with little steps and fatigue pressing you down, finally coming to your fucked-out senses. before you can gather the thoughts, he pulls out with a shattered gasp, putting your panties back where they should remain, trapping the mixed slick of his cum and your juices between your battered folds and the silk fabric.

too much. he always gives you too much of his love — and too little space to breathe in this carnal abyss, it seems.

yet, there is no better place to drown in the heat of passion, for you cannot imagine anything greater than sunday smothering you in all your most exquisite desires, risking his reputation just for a moment of entrapment that doesn't feel suffocating around his throat. you're cradled in his embrace and sighing shallowly, feeling the hot stickiness dripping from your thighs, spreading beneath you like a sinful halo on the ornate floor.

“do you still remember your lesson from today?”

“that i should always think twice before taking action…”

“exactly. yet, it appears that you did not apply that wisdom when opening your legs for me, sweet little bird,” he notes, embracing your body like you are a piece of art and kissing your damp forehead tenderly.

“i apologise, sir… i—”

“no, that’s quite alright. i want to be your first choice. always.”

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