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hallowed be thy unknown Ch2: Haunted Turnabout 2: Bugloss, Baby's Breath, and Lavender

Waking up for a second time in a holding cell in the metropolitan detention center was a markedly different experience than the first. Having slept instead of passing out meant that her body didn't hurt as much, even if her head ached. Crying a lot dehydrated her and she didn't drink anything but cocoa the day before. Maya rolled off the cot and fumbled for her phone. Thankfully, along with the wiretap and the autopsy report shoved in her sash, she hadn't dropped or broken it.

She has kept it in her grasp the whole time she was out, like a teddy-bear or some other comfort item.

"Battery is fine, from what I could see." Maya jumped and let out a strangled noise. She had forgotten Phoenix was here. Judging by how he was smirking at her, not even disguising his laughter, he was banking on that.

"Don't do that to me!" Maya rubbed at her eyes with the ball of her hand, the pressure alleviating the dull pain in the back of her eye sockets. "I almost threw my phone at you."

"Please don't do that. It's evidence."

Maya sighed through her teeth. "What time is it?"

"I...think it's maybe eight? Nine?" Phoenix hummed as he floated lazily on his back. His scarf brushed the ground, the ends phasing gently through the cell floor, making him look a little like some kind of strange mushroom. "The trial is supposed to start sometime around ten, so we have an hour at the least to prepare."

"Let me get a drink first." Maya shoved her phone in her sash and padded to the sink in the corner of her cell. After taking a few sips of water out of her cupped hands, she splashed her face and shook her hands dry. Then she started undoing her hair.

"Trying to look presentable?"

"I'd rather not look like a murderer when I have to argue that I'm not actually a murderer." Maya combed her fingers through the full length of her hair, wincing as she caught on a few snags. "Besides...it's soothing."

"I'll bet. All I ever had to do was gel mine." He did look like his hair was a simple affair. His morning routine must've been quick.

After a few minutes of combing her hair, Maya spoke up again. The water she drank did wonders to soothe her hoarse throat and lift her spirits. "So, let's prepare. What do I need to know?" Busy hands, busy mind. She was doing her best to not give herself space to sink into the mire of grief that was waiting to swallow her whole.

"General or specifics?"

"Start with general, then narrow it down." Putting her hair up was a time-consuming thing but it was a daily ritual she was used to. Any sense of normality helped right now. "What can I expect in a trial like this?"

"Well it's a murder trial. Probably open gallery, probably meant to be solved quickly, or that's what the prosecution is banking on."

"You mean Prosecutor Edgeworth? He's going to want this to be over with?" She sneered, deft hands pulling her hair up as she talked.

"Even Edgeworth doesn't want to be at court before noon. Preparing for a trial is an hour or more's worth of effort and ten am is a real early hour, let alone nine or eight. Are you a morning person?" Phoenix looked over at Maya, who rolled her eyes. "Yeah, I thought so. Anyway, uh, trial...trial...trial..."

Maya finished working on her hair and leaned back a bit, resting on her hands. "Open court, early trial, in and out."

"Man I miss burgers," Phoenix whined.

"Shut up about burgers." Her stomach growled at the thought.

"Trial, right..." He seemed to find his train of thought from before and hopped back on. "You're looking to appeal to the judge using evidence and facts to get the ruling you want. Pointing out contradictions in testimonies, connecting evidence to each other, and arguing your point using logic is the whole deal."

That sounded easy enough. Maya was halfway decent at puzzles so it couldn't be any more difficult than doing a word-search or sudoku. Just...publicly. In front of people who wanted her to go to jail for life. No pressure.

"Sometimes you want to get a little...creative to prove a point, but that's the basis of a trial. You just need to know the law, the evidence, and the flaw in the witness' testimony."

"Creative? Like lying?" Wasn't lying in court a crime? She was pretty sure that was perjury.

"No, no!" Phoenix laughed. "More like...coloring outside the lines? Suggesting the sky is red to prove it was sunset, not midday. Nothing quite like lying."

"I don't know exactly what you're suggesting but I'll bet I can figure it out as I go."

"Yeah, it won't be that hard. It's a little like improv."

"I know nothing about theater."

"Nobody's perfect."

"Specifics, then, since I think we've covered the basics of this case." Maya quickly changed the subject.

"One last bit of general knowledge: there's a chance we will get more than one day out of this trial. Barring the occasional recess, we have three days and a handful of hours to make our case. We have to be deft with our arguments. No messing about, even if you want to bite the witness' head off." Was he warning her about April May? Did he think she was incapable of controlling herself?

Considering how aggressive she got with Prosecutor Edgeworth in questioning, that was actually a fair worry to have.

"Now...specifics. You have the autopsy report still, right?"

"Right." Maya fished it out of her sash and unfolded it. Mia's name, age, and death stared her in the face in dark black print. She winced and folded it back up again, shoving it out of sight once more.

"The wiretap and your phone are our secret weapons. Don't pull them out or mention them unless we're in a bind and have nothing else." Phoenix looked surprisingly stern about that. "But the autopsy report is a piece of evidence we have access to immediately. That's free game. Use that."

"Use it how?"

"Odds are that during the trial, more evidence will be added to the court record over time. That evidence is, in accordance with evidence law, legal and fair use for both sides. The autopsy report is one of those pieces of evidence. They'll likely add a floorplan of the office as well, if only for tracking the victim and killers movements. Also anything found at the scene of the crime that might be relevant, like the receipt with your name on it or the glass from the light stand. We have to start building our defense based around that."

"We know who actually did it though!" Maya reached for her phone.

Phoenix's smile strained, twisted with sorrow, and Maya stayed her hand. "We can't prove it. Not yet." He was right and she hated it. "But we can, if we're careful and smart, prove May tapped the office. That will discredit her as a witness and buy us another day to gather evidence and testimony. Maybe we can even get her to give up her boss."

Maya's fingernails bit into her palms as she squeezed her hands into tight fists. "Okay. Okay. And all I need to do is listen to what you tell me and argue like my life depends on it?"

"Not quite 'argue', but yes. Like your life depends on it, because it does." Phoenix gave Maya one last lazy grin and righted himself in midair. "You got this, Maya. Remember what I told you."

"Imitate Mia." She took a deep breath, held it, then exhaled slowly. "Right. Thanks, Phoenix."

"You're welcome! Now, chin up, here comes the cavalry!" Maya stood up as he said that and turned to face the door to her holding cell. Two of the faceless cops were there to take her to the courthouse, fighting the stubborn cell lock.

When the door opened, one of them walked in while the other remained outside her cell. "Miss Maya Fey," one of them called out. Maya stepped forward and offered her hands. The officer cuffed her and motioned for her to follow them.

"Have you eaten?" The cop in front of her asked. Maya frowned, unsure of what they were after.

"No?"

"There should be snacks in the defendant's lobby. Detective Gumshoe asked we prepare them for you."

Oh. "That's...kind."

"That's Detective Gumshoe for you!" The cop sounded delighted just talking about the large man. "He's a real sweetheart. One time he brought a baker's dozen variety box for everyone working a rough shift. I almost cried."

"I did cry," the other cop added.

"Detective Gumshoe sure seems like he's beloved." Phoenix whistled in awe. He was walking in lockstep with Maya, half-in half-out the wall next to her. "That's something to consider. Nice of Lana to let us borrow such a good man."

Detective Gumshoe...he was one of the more kind people Maya had to interact with yesterday. If it wasn't for the fact that he seemed to worship the ground Prosecutor Edgeworth walked on, he might even be her friend. But he did, so he wasn't.

The rest of the walk to Defendant Lobby No.1 was moderately silent. Even Phoenix was deep in thought, worrying the ends of his scarf as he floated. Maya, too, was thinking a lot.

Thoughts about evidence and arguing and who really killed Mia. Thoughts about Prosecutor Edgeworth and April May. Thoughts about all the people in the gallery who would be watching her, judging her. The short, chubby girl in weird traditional clothing who was being accused of killing her sister. They'd think she deserved the verdict being handed to her, that she was a weird little cultist or something.

Maya took a deep breath, held it, then exhaled. Be like Mia. What would Mia do? She'd ignore the whispers. She'd hold her head high.

The inside of the defendant's lobby was nice and, like the cops had said, there were snacks. Bottled water, a bagel with a single serving of cream cheese, and a small orange. A halfway decent breakfast, actually.

"That's really nice of Gumshoe, actually. Wow."

Maya didn't bother responding, just immediately smeared the inside of the bagel with cream cheese using a plastic knife from a package of disposable utensils. Then she took a huge bite and washed it down with water. It was the best bagel she'd ever had.

It sat a little heavy in her stomach but that might've been her nerves.

"Remember: be professional. Be like Mia. Don't talk out of turn without objecting first. Don't push too hard. Watch your language and your tone. Don't get too emotional." Phoenix coached from where he was floating near the door to the courtroom.

Maya took another bite out of the bagel, her handcuffs rattling a bit as she did. "Be calm, be like Mia. Be calm, be like Mia." She accidentally inhaled bagel crumbs and coughed for a couple moments. Water fixed the issue but it put her off food for a second so she idly peeled the orange to kill time.

"Please don't die." Maya had the feeling Phoenix wasn't joking when he asked her that.

"No dying before my trial." She ate an orange slice. Juice dripped down her fingers and she frowned. "I wonder if I can clean my hands before I enter..."

"Wipe down using the water and a napkin before your fingers get sticky," Phoenix advised.

Maya scrubbed her fingers clean. With a full stomach, she felt better about her chances. Now she just needed to get the cuffs off and she'd feel way better about her chances.

Being uncuffed did nothing to calm Maya's nerves, it turned out. She just had full range of motion with her arms now. Yay.

The courtroom looked enormous and intimidating from her place on the witness stand. The judge—an older bearded man with a stern face—was sitting feet above everyone else, peering down his nose at both benches and the witness stand. The gallery was filled with murmuring masses at about the same level as the judge. On either side of the witness stand, forming parentheticals when viewed from high-up, were the prosecution and defense's benches.

The only unoccupied parts of the courtroom were the defendant's seat and the defense's bench—both of which should be filled by Maya, but she was too busy sweating bullets at the stand. Well, actually, Phoenix was standing behind the defense's bench but he was visible only to Maya, so it looked empty to everyone else.

"Stating the case, checking to make sure both sides are ready, opening statement from the prosecution, then the first witness." Phoenix laid out the starting part of the trial for her as he stood at the ready. This was the most professional she'd ever seen him, his posture rigid, his face stern and a little unreadable, and his feet firmly on the ground. He was taking this seriously. She should too.

Opposite him, Prosecutor Edgeworth looked as clean-pressed and as cold as he was the day before. Nothing about him had changed and that made Maya a little frustrated.

Couldn't he at least pretend to feel guilty about pinning her with a murder charge? Even a little bit?

The judge banged his little hammer—gavel?—on his podium and the idle chatter of the gallery faded to silence. "Court is now in session for the trial of Maya Fey. Am I to understand that the defendant will be representing herself?" The judge's voice, while it did betray his age, was firm and carried well through the vaulted hall.

"The judge is 'Your Honor'," Phoenix supplied.

Maya straightened up and tilted her chin, trying her best to imitate Mia as she spoke. "Yes, Your Honor."

"Is there any reason why?"

Phoenix shrugged at her. "Can't hurt to be honest?"

"I was unable to find a lawyer willing to push for full acquittal and have been studying law in my spare time." It's not technically perjury, right? Only half of that statement was untrue.

Prosecutor Edgeworth snorted derisively. "Please. Do you really think that you can hold your own here? Let alone overturn the charges against you?"

"I believe that the truth will prevail. I didn't kill Mia. That is the truth." Maya didn't even need to pretend to be Mia then. The frustration she felt at being talked down to was enough to banish her nerves.

"Very well," the judge sighed and gestured for her to take her place at the bench, "Let us begin."

"The defense is ready," Phoenix offered.

Maya repeated with gusto. "The defense is ready, Your Honor."

"The prosecution is ready, Your Honor." Prosecutor Edgeworth was playing this by the books, it seemed.

"Your opening statement?" The judge prompted.

An opening statement, Maya remembered, was a way for the prosecution to summarize their case against the defendant. The cliffnotes version of all their paperwork, as it were. If they still used juries in trials, the opening statement would be the hook to entice the jurors' attention and sway their ruling.

"Your Honor, the defendant was found unconscious at the scene of the crime on the night of the murder. An eyewitness account places her there during the act, as the perpetrator and the prosecution has decisive evidence that points to her as well." Prosecutor Edgeworth tapped the stack of papers in his hand on his bench, settling them and putting them down as a show that he was done recounting the facts of the matter. "While she vehemently insists she is innocent, there is no doubt in our mind she is guilty of manslaughter, if not outright murder."

"A bold but understandable claim." He won over the judge easily, it seemed. Maya bit back a frown.

"Thank you, Your Honor." Prosecutor Edgeworth gave a little bow. It made Maya's blood boil. She wanted to clonk him on the back of the head with the Thinker. Asshole. "The prosecution calls its first witness, Detective Gumshoe, to the stand."

From beside her, Phoenix let out a held breath. "Listen closely. The court stenographer will provide you with typed versions of any and all witness testimonies as they occur but hearing how things are said are just as important as hearing what is being said."

Maya nodded and turned her attention away from smug-ass Prosecutor Edgeworth and to the enormous man taking to the witness stand.

"Witness, please state your name and occupation." Like the judge, Prosecutor Edgeworth spoke with authority and force. Maybe there was a trick to talking like that. Maybe she should ask Phoenix what it was.

"Dick Gumshoe, homicide detective for the local precinct, sir!" Detective Gumshoe looked tense, even as he saluted.

"Tell us about the investigation," Prosecutor Edgeworth commanded.

Detective Gumshoe nodded and began. "The victim, Miss Mia Fey, was found dead at about ten pm on the fifth. Her body was leanin' against the wall beneath the window of her office. She'd been struck once by a blunt object and that's what killed her."

"The murder weapon?"

"He's getting evidence added," Phoenix explained.

"This statue of the Thinker." Detective Gumshoe reached into his jacket pocket and pulled a labeled bag out. Inside was the murder weapon, the so-called 'statue'.

"It's been processed. See the label there?" Phoenix pointed at the laminated label on the bag. "That has the casefile, identification, time of recovery, verification date, and supplementary information on it. If we need to get a closer look, we can request to see it or I can just float over and take a peek so you don't have to put on gloves."

You probably would need gloves to handle evidence, wouldn't you.

Maya suddenly realized something, pulled the autopsy report out of her sash, and unfolded it, trying to smooth the creases out of it against the bench. This was going to be important soon enough.

"Now, continue your testimony." Prosecutor Edgeworth didn't even give Detective Gumshoe a second to rest, immediately demanding he keep talking. No wonder he was starved for praise. "You arrested the defendant at the scene, in spite of her being unconscious, correct? Explain yourself."

"Well, see, we had decisive evidence she did it, sir. That's why me and the boys clapped the unconscious defendant and dropped her in the center." Prosecutor Edgeworth raised a singular eyebrow. Detective Gumshoe swallowed and started to speak again, spurred on by whatever emotion that stirred in him. "I was one of the first to arrive on the scene. Got there about five minutes after the call came in. There was the body of the victim layin' there but so was the defendant. She was out cold and that was worryin' and all, but she was breathing. After checkin' she was good, we picked Miss Maya up. The whole reason we even grabbed her is coz the eyewitness said she did it, which is pretty damning. Anyway, I stayed behind while she was bein' processed so I could help with the investigation and found some hard evidence."

"Defense?" The judge turned to look at Maya. She straightened up and made direct eye-contact with him.

"Yes, Your Honor?"

"Your cross-examination?" Oh. He was prompting her. How kind.

"Of course. Thank you, Your Honor." Maya looked at the papers the stenographer handed her.

Each line of Detective Gumshoe's testimony was typed out with immaculate accuracy. Maya was impressed with the quality. Court stenographers were to be feared.

Still...Detective Gumshoe's testimony wasn't openly incorrect. Mia had been dead when the police arrived. Maya had already passed out, too, so she was unable to explain herself. April May said she did it so Detective Gumshoe was telling the truth by quoting her as the reason they arrested her.

She must've been making a face because Phoenix clicked his tongue in amusement. "Remember when I said sometimes you need to say the sky is red to prove the sun was setting?" Maya barely nodded at him but he seemed to pick up on it anyway. "This is similar. When you can't find an immediate problem with a testimony—like this one—press every statement. The witness is bound to slip up eventually, accidentally undoing their entire testimony with one misplaced word."

"Alright." Maya turned to face Detective Gumshoe, the transcript in her hand, and began her cross-examination by starting from the beginning.

"You said you arrived first on the scene, about five minutes after the police were called?" Maya locked eyes with the detective.

He gave her an asymmetrical and very sincere grin. "Well, yeah! The motto of the precinct this month is 'fast response'!"

"They've had less complaints, that's for sure," Phoenix noted.

"And the witness, April May, is the one who called you from her room in the Gatewater?" Maya wondered if he had any exploitable opinions about her.

"Yeah." The smile on Detective Gumshoe's face faltered a little, but didn't disappear entirely. "But you already knew that, didn't you, pal?"

"He's got you there."

"True." Maya swallowed a flash of shame and continued. "I just wanted to make sure of that fact."

"Please refrain from wasting the court's time with pointless questions," Prosecutor Edgeworth added. Maya's grip on the transcript tightened. She had to force herself to loosen her fist so she could read it again.

"Of course." Turning back to Detective Gumshoe, Maya scanned down the transcript a bit.

"Ask about why they arrested you, an unconscious minor." When Maya shot Phoenix an accusatory glare, he rolled his eyes. "I know, but maybe you can get an extra mile out of your age. No harm in trying."

"So you found a dead woman and an unconscious minor and simply arrested the latter?" Maya tried her best to sound neutral but she was pretty sure that she just came off as irritated.

"Objection!" Prosecutor Edgeworth shouted from across the court. The sound of his hand against the desk startled Maya and she dropped the transcript. "The defendant's age does not matter in this regard due to, quote, 'hard evidence', unquote, given to the investigative team on their way to the crime scene."

"Counter: your age means processing you for arrest should be handled differently than an adult."

"Objection!" Maya did her best to shout back with gusto. She felt a little silly. "As I am underage and not legally an adult, aren't there different ways to process my arrest?"

"Is that a concern, Miss Fey?" Prosecutor Edgeworth snidely asked. "Detention without notifying your guardian?"

Maya gritted her teeth and steadier herself. "No, Prosecutor Edgeworth. I am simply pointing out that, with regards to my arrest, I believe it was mishandled."

"Then the prosecutor's office will take that up with law enforcement at a later date. It has no bearing on this case or the charges against you." Cool as a cucumber, the prosecutor waved a hand at her, dismissing her concerns.

"Objection sustained," the judge banged his gavel and that was that.

Maya's cheeks were hot with embarrassment.

"Chin up. That was a long-shot anyway." Phoenix wrapped and unwrapped the end of his scarf around his hand as he thought. "Damning evidence is vague and Edgeworth called it 'hard evidence' before so I think Gumshoe is adjusting his wording on the stand. Try that."

"Detective Gumshoe, you arrested me due to an eyewitness account, correct?" Simple sentences meant she had less space to trip over her words. Direct and to the point would be better overall.

"Yeah?" Detective Gumshoe looked confused. To be fair, it was a strange start to a line of questioning but she had an idea on how to approach this.

"What made you and your, quote, 'boys', unquote, decide to blindly believe her? This so-called 'hard evidence'?" Pointed words, pointed questions. She was trying her best to find a chink in his armor.

"Well, like you said Miss Maya: we had hard evidence."

"There we go." Phoenix was grinning. "Assume the evidence was the testimony. That will discredit him on that front."

It felt bad to attack Detective Gumshoe like this but...life or death. Her life or death. "In what world is what some pink voyeur's opinion considered 'hard evidence'?"

"Whoops. Watch how you say stuff."

"Hey!" Detective Gumshoe frowned at her, upset either by her choice of words or her accusation. "When did I say Miss May's statement was the 'hard evidence'?"

"You certainly didn't say what 'hard evidence' you did have." Prosecutor Edgeworth wagged his pointer finger at the detective. "It's not a stretch to assume you meant her statement as opposed to anything else."

"W-well yeah, no!" Detective Gumshoe backpedaled. "That's not what I meant though! Miss May's testimony is a whole different thing! The evidence is, uh..." He rifled through his pockets again and pulled out another evidence bag—smaller and flat. "Here we go!"

"There it is." Phoenix's expression became grim. He stared at the new evidence.

"What is this?" The judge asked.

"This is the 'hard evidence' that I said called for Miss Maya's arrest. It's got her name on it in the victim's blood." He sounded so proud of himself.

Across the courtroom, Prosecutor Edgeworth looked smug and satisfied. It took everything Maya had to not gnash her teeth and scream in frustration.

"...how would she have even had time to write your name?" That...was a good question. She just had to find an opening.

"Detective!" Detective Gumshoe jumped to attention. "Testify to the acquisition of this evidence."

"Yes sir!" Once again, the detective began his testimony. Hopefully this one would be easier to disprove. "The blood is a positive match to the victims. In addition, we found blood under the fingernail of her right index finger. This points to her having written the name of her killer! That is, unfortunately, the defendant."

"Mia is right-handed so asking about the finger would be pointless because they'd assume anyways. We can't contest the blood test because it is a positive match. But why would the killer try and frame you?"

"You may now cross-examine the witness," the judge prompted. Maya gave him a polite half-bow and quickly scanned the new transcript handed to her. She was steadily accruing a pile of papers. It made her wish for a manilla folder or some kind of binder to hold them all.

"Detective, you said that the v— that Mia wrote my name on this paper in her own blood." Deep breaths. Deep, deep breaths. "What makes you think that the name she wrote down is that of her killer?"

"Well isn't that how it always goes?"

The courtroom fell silent. Even Phoenix, who had been rather laid back to this point, looked befuddled. "Does - does he think that this is a movie?"

"Detective Gumshoe," Prosecutor Edgeworth spoke through his teeth, low and controlled, "You're telling us that you not only based your arrest on a singular witness but also a piece of evidence that is more common in fiction than in real life?"

To his credit, the detective did seem to realize he was being chastised. He flinched and began fiddling with the lining of his jacket, averting his eyes away from the prosecutor's bench. "Well, I mean, uh...why else would she have written it? It's her blood, usin' her finger, on a piece of paper she had lyin' around in her office and all. Who else could've done it?"

"The killer perhaps?" Maya tried to keep her indignation from showing. It wasn't his fault he watched too many action-and-or-mystery films.

"Right, right, the autopsy report. That's a huge contradiction!" Phoenix almost lifted off the ground with excitement. Maya nodded and turned back to Detective Gumshoe.

"You say that Mia wrote my name down with her own blood to prove I was the killer, correct?" How to go about wording this. What would Mia say?

"Yeah. In movies, victims write their killer's names down all the time."

"That's clearly impossible!" It felt good to have an excuse to yell in court. It felt good to have an excuse to yell in general. "According to the autopsy report I was given, her recorded cause of death was: blunt force trauma, instentaneous." Detective Gumshoe stared at her, confused. Time to deliver the final blow. "There's no way that she could have written my name in her own blood if she died instantly!"

Phoenix whooped from next to her. "There we go! That's a wonderful contradiction you've found! That should throw the prosecution off their game."

And yet...Prosecutor Edgeworth seemed unbothered by her accusation. In fact, he seemed also amused. He chuckled and waggled his finger at Maya. "Aren't you getting ahead of yourself Miss Fey?"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"When did you get this autopsy report of yours?"

Why was he asking that? What did the time she got the report even matter? An autopsy report was an autopsy report! It was a record. You don't just change records!

"Yesterday, during my investigation." If he was surprised she was allowed to investigate despite being under arrest, he didn't show it.

Instead, he just laughed and clucked his tongue at her. "Now, now, Miss Fey. I'm afraid that information you have is out of date."

"What?" Maya looked over at Phoenix. He shrugged at her, as confused as she was.

"On my orders, the coroners inspected the victim again and we have more accurate information about her death. As it is: she did not die instantaneously. There is a possibility that she was alive for a few minutes after she was struck, giving her plenty of time to write down her killer's name for the authorities to find." Prosecutor Edgeworth produced the new autopsy report. A copy of it was handed to Maya.

She seethed as she stared at the new information, the paper crumpling in her grip.

Victim: Mia Fey (27, Female) Time of Death: 9/5 at 9:00PM Cause: Single blunt force trauma. May have lived for a few minutes after being hit.

May have lived for a few minutes after being hit. May have lived for a few minutes. Well wasn't that convenient.

"That's...underhanded." Phoenix frowned at Prosecutor Edgeworth. He seemed more bothered at his tactics than the actual fact of the matter. "It's not unheard of for an updated autopsy report to be requested, but usually it's with good reason. I don't know what reason Edgeworth might have had for requesting a re-examination but it's certainly put our one good point out to pasture. I guess we can only wait to tear into May, right?"

"Right..." Maya hissed through her teeth.

"Do you still believe you have a leg to stand on with regards to her dying message, Miss Fey, or do the facts no longer support your supposition?" Prosecutor Edgeworth smirked at her from across the courtroom. "Do we need to continue to bother the detective or shall we let him remove himself from the stand now that he's said his piece?"

"I don't think we should put poor Gumshoe through any more. He looks like he's going to cry." True to Phoenix's word, the detective was hunched over, his eyes shining as he looked at the floor. "Let's let this go for now."

"I hate him," Maya muttered. She took a deep breath and straightened up, then exhaled. "Your Honor, I am done with my cross-examination of this witness."

Prosecutor Edgeworth bowed to the judge and the gallery. "Thank you, Miss Fey. The prosecution will now call its second witness to the stand."

April May. Maya was not looking forward to seeing her again.

Detective Gumshoe left the stand and went to stand somewhere on the side of the prosecution while one of the bailiffs walked April May into the courtroom. The gallery erupted in noise. The judge banged his gavel in an attempt to wrangle everyone into silence.

"Order! Order!"

Maya glared daggers at April May, whose sweet perfume permeated the courtroom long before she did. The woman, however, paid Maya no mind and just leaned forward so her shirt showed off more of her cleavage while she winked at the judge.

"The witness will refrain from wanton winking." The judge scolded as he banged his gavel again, trying to quell the gallery. Maya suddenly had so much respect for the old man. He wasn't entertaining her nonsense.

"Witness, your name and occupation?" Prosecutor Edgeworth prompted.

April May pursed her lips, then spoke as if she had to dig deep to remember anything important. "April May. I'm a professional."

Phoenix grimaced. "A professional what? Liar? Seductress?"

"You claim to have witnessed the crime and can identify the killer, correct?" Like the judge, Prosecutor Edgeworth was not rising to her bait. Maya was less impressed by his stoicism. She would have paid money to see him trip ass over teakettle because April May decided she wanted to get her claws in him.

"Uh, yeah?" April May pressed a manicured finger to her lips as she thought. "I was in my hotel room at the time, but I saw everything. Obviously it was the defendant, right?"

"Hey!" Maya wanted to tear her a new one but Phoenix stopped her before she could continue.

"Don't. Wait for cross-examination. If we misstep you might be found in contempt of court and your defense will be thrown out." Maya took a deep breath at his insistence and straightened herself up. "Remember: we have the wiretap, we have the recording of your call with Mia. We can find a contradiction in her testimony easier than Gumshoe's because we know she's lying."

"What, am I wrong, little miss killer?" April May sneered at Maya, then went back to making doe-eyes at Prosecutor Edgeworth. "I'd recognize her anywhere! Even at the distance I was at. I could tell it was her as clear as day, Mister Prosecutor."

"Your testimony then, Miss May." For the first time since this trial started, Maya was glad that Prosecutor Edgeworth was curt. It meant that April May wasn't going to get away with much.

"Okay!" April May leaned forward again and began to speak. "So at nine pm that night I was looking out my hotel room window. The view is super pretty up there, you know? Across the street I saw one of the rooms was lit up and the silhouette of someone was in it. Two someones, really. There was this person with long hair being attacked by the defendant. The lady dodged to the right and tried to run but she couldn't escape. The little killer smacked her on the head and she slumped out of sight and never got again, I promise. That's when I called the cops, coz I'm such a good citizen and all..." She leaned over the witness stand and kicked her leg up, staring piteously up at the judge, who was unmoved by her brazen display.

"What a crock." Phoenix was immediately unhappy with April May's testimony, not that Maya was any happier. "Between her way of saying what she saw and her supposed luck in noticing something going down across the street, it's not as if we don't have a lot of places to pick apart. The important thing though...that's her description of you. When we were in her hotel room, how good of a view did she have of the office window?"

"Not a very good one," Maya muttered. "She shouldn't have been...able...to notice...details..." That was what was important.

"As you can see," Prosecutor Edgeworth was saying, a smug air about him, "airtight proof that the defendant is the one who assaulted the victim. The prosecution rests, Your Honor."

"Well," the judge mused, "That certainly is a rather decisive testimony, like the detective said."

"The prosecution did not want to waste the court's time, Your Honor. That is why we brought forward Miss April May so soon." What was Prosecutor Edgeworth even playing at? Did he expect her to just roll over?

"Well, let's start pushing."

Maya grinned at April May as she was handed a transcript of her testimony. "My cross-examination, Your Honor?"

"Is that truly necessary?" She glared at Prosecutor Edgeworth as he wagged a finger at her, almost scolding her. "I am well aware of your sister's...proclivity for dragging a case out long past its prime. Have you also learned that cowardly tactic?"

What was he on about?

"He's hoping to intimidate you into stepping back." Phoenix seemed upset by this. "I don't know why he had to bring Mia into it though."

Jokes on him. "It is my right, as the defense, to cross-examine every witness, right?"

"That's correct." The judge was on her side here.

"I am exercising that right and nothing the prosecution could say will dissuade me." Maya sneered at Prosecutor Edgeworth, all teeth and malice. "Unless he is worried I might uncover inconsistencies in Miss May's testimony?"

"By all means," Prosecutor Edgeworth bowed at her, his sarcasm obvious, "examine away Miss Fey."

"You may begin, defense."

Maya turned her ire to April May and immediately found the part of her testimony that felt the weakest. "April May, you said that you saw...Mia and myself in the office that night from your hotel room, right?"

"Yep." She popped the end of her word, idly examining her nails. If she was hoping the cold shoulder might make Maya back off, she was wrong.

"I visited your hotel room yesterday to see how good of a view you might have had. While you can see the office without issue, I do think you couldn't have been able to identify myself or Mia at that distance, let alone if we were backlit."

"Oh?" That got April May's attention. Her pupils narrowed and she bared her teeth at Maya. "Maybe you should get your eyes checked, little killer. I could see perfectly well. Your sister was this slender lady with long hair and you were short and kinda fat. Hard to miss."

Phoenix frowned. "Why did she choose your silhouette to pick on?"

"Was that all you noticed about my sister and I? Our height and build?" Maya had a vague idea what was bothering Phoenix but she wanted to make April May do all the heavy lifting.

"Aside from you fighting, isn't that all that matters? You're not memorable." Well that was a blatant lie.

Maya smirked. Got her. "I think you're wrong, April May. Any other person wouldn't have been focused on how short or fat I was. The first thing most people notice about me is my clothes." She stood in a way that showed the judge her traditional clothing.

"Your clothes are distinctive," the judge nodded at her. "Where are they from?"

"Why does it matter?" April May interjected. She was unhappy about losing control of the narrative but that didn't matter. Maya had already started chipping apart her cutesy persona.

"I'm from a small mountain village called Kurain. We're pretty traditional like this, though we've recently had more modern touches to our homes like phones and televisions."

"And how, pray tell, does any of this have to do with Miss May's testimony or its accuracy?" Prosecutor Edgeworth seemed somewhere between bored and irritated.

"If she can't be trusted with details, how can we be certain she saw everything clearly?!" Maya was riding the high of the judge's approval a little.

"I just didn't think that all those trifling little details even mattered!" April May pouted and batted her eyelashes at Prosecutor Edgeworth. He seemed unmoved. "I saw all of them, of course, but if you need them in my testimony I can put them back in, like how I saw the defendant kill her only sister with that clock."

"Oh!" Phoenix leaned forward across the bench. "Wait! Isn't it..." He walked to where the Thinker was being held and read the label. "Yeah! It's still marked as a statue! Maya, object to her statement. Use the transcript where Gumshoe added the evidence in."

The wiretap. Maya leaned forward and slammed her hands on the bench as hard as she could. "Objection!"

April May, Prosecutor Edgeworth, and the judge looked at her in confusion.

"April May, you said that the murder weapon was a clock, correct?" Maya shuffled through the pages of the transcript until she found the part she was looking for.

"Uh, yeah?" April May seemed unconcerned.

Maya smirked. "However, there's no way you should know that. The Thinker was submitted as a statue, not a clock."

April May hissed, not unlike an angry cat. "Wh-what do you mean?!"

"April May, there is no way you should logically know that this heavy object is a clock." Maya gestured to the evidence in its little bag. "So why did you?"

"Uh, um...I heard it, that's right!" She was grasping at straws. "It says the time when you turn its head, right?"

"True, if the clock wasn't hollow right now." Phoenix was grinning with Maya, his eyes focused on April May as if he was a predator watching his prey. "Keep going. You've got her."

"While it is a clock, I doubt you'd be able to hear it from where your hotel room is. Also, it's not as if the clock was working that night."

"Objection! How would you know it was a clock, Miss Fey?" Edgeworth leaned forward as he asked, clearly unhappy with how out of hand things had gotten. "You were in Kurain until the day of the murder, correct? That item was a gift given to the victim but a few days before she was killed."

"Now it's time for the phone call." Phoenix seemed unbothered by the pushback. "You can prove your knowledge and disprove May's claim at the same time."

"My sister called me the day of, remember? She asked me to take care of the clock, which she had emptied of its mechanical parts."

"Are we supposed to take you at your word?" Prosecutor Edgeworth sneered at her.

"I don't expect you to." Time to put him in his place. "That's why I have proof."

As Prosecutor Edgeworth staggered from the force of her words, the gallery erupted into noise. The judge banged his gavel. "Order! Order in the court! What do you mean by this, defense?"

"The police confiscated my phone when they placed me in the detention center. While they had it, they checked my call history as well as my messages. What they didn't check was my recorded calls." Maya pulled her phone out and quickly navigated the menus. "If the court would listen to this, I'm sure all will become clear."

The recording played, the courtroom silent as everyone listened to two sisters happily talk about seeing one another. Maya watched Prosecutor Edgeworth as it finally got to the point where Mia admitted to hollowing out the Thinker—a clock—and storing documents in it. He was grimacing, clutching at his arm as he listened.

April May, on the other hand, looked plain furious.

"As you can see, Your Honor," Maya put her phone down on the bench in plain sight, "while I knew the Thinker was a clock—and a broken one at that—April May should not have!"

"W-well it's not like this is a particularly special clock," April May tried to recover her position. "I've probably seen it before, in one of those novelty stores in the mall."

"That's a complete lie." Phoenix looked almost surprised by how brazen she was being. Maya didn't understand why though. "Larry made that. There's only two of them in existence and one is evidence for a prior murder case." Oh. Alright then.

"Objection!" She didn't have to do that but something about loudly objecting to what April May was saying felt good. "There is no way you could have seen this in a store, novelty or otherwise."

"What are you saying?" April May sneered at Maya. "Everything is in stores and if it's not, it's online. Just because you live in the mountains where you have to barter clothes for chickens—"

"You wouldn't be able to find this in a store because it's handmade, April May. There's only two of these in the entire world: this one and the one in an evidence locker in the precinct." That was where cops put evidence after cases were done with, right? Evidence lockers? If she was wrong, nobody was refuting her.

"What?!"

"Mia didn't tell me much about work but I do know that during the last case my sister took, a Thinker clock—the sibling to this one, in fact—was used in a similar fashion. It's not left police custody since, so to speak. You should have no way to know this is a clock!" Maya slammed her hands on the bench and gave April May a fierce smile.

The woman bared her teeth and clutched at the witness stand. "How—?"

"Objection!" Before she could get any further, Prosecutor Edgeworth interrupted her. He was trying to regain control of the trial. "Miss May could have easily been present at said trial, which is why she knew the murder weapon was a clock."

"Unlikely. Time to pull our other trump card, Maya." Phoenix turned his full attention to her, his blank eyes somehow sparkling. "Time to prove April May was tapping the office phone."

"Objection! From the very start of this trial, April May has been lying about a crucial detail and that is her knowledge of the crime. There is no way she could have the information she does—such as my relationship with the victim or the true nature of the murder weapon—without having heard it firsthand." April May had, in fact, said that Mia and Maya were sisters. That wasn't something that had been said in her presence before that moment.

"Just what are you suggesting?" It was going to feel so good, taking Prosecutor Edgeworth down a peg.

"I'm suggesting that April May was tapping the Fey & Co. Law Offices."

The judge quelled the gallery's surprise. "Order! Order! What are you saying, defense? I hope you have evidence to substantiate your accusation."

"I do." Maya pulled the wiretap from her sash and presented it to the judge. "As you can see here, Your Honor, this is a wiretapping device. I found this inside the dresser of April May's hotel room, alongside the screwdriver she used to retrieve it the night of the murder."

Again, the gallery exploded with surprise and shock. Again, the judge slammed down his gavel. "Order in the court! Are you saying you stole this from the witness' hotel room?"

"Bring up how loose the phone base was. Try and use Gumshoe to corroborate that." Phoenix looked as on-edge as Maya felt.

"When I was examining the crime scene, I noticed the base of the office phone was loose, as if someone had sloppily put it back together." April May glared daggers at Maya but she didn't care. "If you need to, you can confirm that with Detective Gumshoe."

Prosecutor Edgeworth was glaring at the detective, who seemed to be mumbling something to him. Then he turned to face the judge. "I have been informed that yes, the office phone seems to have been disassembled and yes, the defendant didn't touch anything at the crime scene so she could not have been the one to tamper with it." Ha ha.

"Having seen that, I figured that maybe someone tapped her phone. In the witness' hotel room, a screwdriver was poking out of the dresser drawer and that piqued my interest. That's where I found the wiretap."

"I was under the impression your investigation was under strict supervision as a probationary act." The judge frowned at her but Maya couldn't even pretend to feel bad for stealing evidence. "Am I wrong?"

"Take the penalty."

"I take full responsibility for my actions."

The judge shook his head at her. "Consider this your first ever penalty in court. It will not happen again, understood?"

"Of course, Your Honor." Maya gave him a half-bow, unwilling to show him how much she was grinning. She was so close to an actual result. She was so close to buying an extra day. Now all she had to do was drag April May's employer out of her.

"Good. Now, Miss May, did you wiretap the victim's phone?" The judge turned his stern gaze to April May.

The woman looked furious, like a snarling beast. Her nails dug into the witness stand, her pupils slits, and she was baring her teeth at Maya. When the judge asked her that, she took a breath and smoothed down her hair, pulling her fake cuteness around her once more. "Um...why does that matter?"

"'Why does that matter?' That's a felony!" Phoenix was taken aback at her attitude. "If she keeps this up, we can get her whole testimony thrown out."

"Because, Miss April May, wiretapping is a serious offense that you will be charged on when we are done with your testimony." Prosecutor Edgeworth's voice was tense and monotone. If Maya had to take a guess as to what was bothering him, she'd say it was how she had the upper hand now—even if she didn't have definitive proof to finger the real culprit. "Be honest."

"For once in your life," Maya muttered under her breath.

"I mean, the trial isn't even about that, is it? It's about murder and I know that little brat murdered her!" Riding the line between saccharine and cutting, April May glared daggers at Maya, who returned the favor. "What harm does a little tippity-tapping even do?"

"Aside from calling your entire testimony into question: implicating you as the true killer!" If Maya sounded a little smug, it's because she felt smug. They had her on the ropes and Maya had done almost all of the legwork. What a rush! "You had to have retrieved the wiretap between when Mia called me and when the office was locked down as a crime scene. That gives you plenty of time to have entered the office, killed my sister, removed the wiretap, left the office, and then called the police."

April May hissed and clutched at the witness stand, her fingernails gouging out lines in the wood. "You can't be serious?"

"Like a murder charge."

"I didn't kill her! I was in my hotel room!" She was cornered.

"Where's your proof then?" And that is when Maya got a little too cocky.

Something changed in April May's posture and she smiled oh-so-sweetly once more. "Coffee."

"Huh?"

"I had iced coffee at nine pm on the dot." She laughed, high-pitched and sugar-coated. "It was delivered by room service. The bellboy can prove I couldn't have left my room at the time of the murder."

Phoenix was shocked by her sudden change. "She has an alibi? Was that coffee ordered on purpose? It had to have been. I know I saw more than one name on the guest book when we were there but I can't remember if she had someone rooming with her."

"Shall we get the bellboy to corroborate her alibi?" Prosecutor Edgeworth asked the judge.

The judge nodded at him. "Fetch the bellboy of the Gatewater Hotel."

"As it stands, the prosecution already subpoenaed the bellboy when questioning the current witness revealed the existence of her alibi." Prosecutor Edgeworth smiled at Maya, almost daring her to object. "He is in the prosecution's lounge as we speak, politely waiting his turn. Is this amicable to the defense?"

"Huh?" Maya didn't understand what he was asking.

"Do you really want to waste your time trying to prove Miss April May could be the true culprit by cross-examining the bellboy or are you willing to admit defeat and take my gracious offer?" His gracious offer of a manslaughter charge.

"Looks like May isn't the only one being catty right now." Phoenix laughed at his own joke. "But in all seriousness, take the chance. We might be able to prove her boss was there and that's more important."

"The defense believes that, in spite of what the prosecution might say, the wiretapping is relevant to the murder and, as I stated at the very beginning, I stand by my original goal of a full acquittal. I didn't kill Mia and the wiretapping proves I wasn't the only one who knew where she was going to be at the time of the murder." Trying to remember all the fancy lawyer words as she got emotional was hard but she was managing. Maybe when all this was done, she'd get her hands on a word-a-day calendar or something. Expand her vocabulary.

Prosecutor Edgeworth clicked his tongue in disappointment and wagged his finger at her. "If that's how you wish to proceed, so be it. The prosecution only has one request."

"And that is?" The judge asked.

"If the bellboy's testimony reveals nothing of value, then the trial will end and the defense will stop trying to drag things out."

Phoenix sighed. "I don't know why he's being so aggressive. This is just a murder case and he and Mia weren't even friends! He's taking this so personally."

"Deal." Maya didn't even hesitate. If Phoenix had seen someone's name with April May's in the guest book, then the coffee had to have been an intended alibi. She stared Prosecutor Edgeworth in the eyes, unwavering. His cold gaze seemed to slide right off of her.

"Then by all means, have at it." He bowed to her. She did her best to swallow her anger and simply rolled her eyes.

April May was arrested and led away while the bellboy was brought forward to the stand—still carrying a tray with tea on it, of all things. He looked pleased as punch to be standing on a witness stand for a murder trial.

Maya wasn't too fond of him on virtue of he'd already been rude to her, but his slight glory-chasing made her like him even less.

"Your name and occupation?" Prosecutor Edgeworth prompted.

"I am but a humble bellboy, sir." That wasn't the answer he wanted but that was the only answer he was going to get it seemed.

"You work at the Gatewater Hotel, do you not?"

Phoenix nodded in surprise. "Edgeworth is doing a great job leading his witness."

"Can't I object to that?" Maya hissed to him.

"Not any more you can't. Used to be able to though." Phoenix did not elaborate.

"I do, sir! Fourth generation bellboy! I say that this scandal will drive traffic up, up, up!" The bellboy laughed, a sound like the ringing of bells.

"I see...and the night of the murder, the fifth, Miss April May ordered room service?" Prosecutor Edgeworth didn't bother straying from his intended questions. Maya got the feeling that he wouldn't let her get away with as much faffing about as he did earlier. She'd have to be careful when cross-examining this one.

"Indeed I was." The bellboy blushed a bit. "I remember it well."

"Your testimony then."

The bellboy nodded and shifted the tray on his hand. "Of course, sir. That night, at nine pm on the dot, I delivered to Miss May room service. She answered the door, of course, and paid for her drinks, then I went on my way. That is all I saw."

"That's...hm." Phoenix stared at the bellboy. "His testimony is pretty nothing."

"Press?" Maya whispered.

"That sounds good."

"Defense?" The judge prompted.

"Thank you, Your Honor." Maya took the transcript from the stenographer and looked it over before she started her cross-examination. "You say she ordered room service at nine on the dot? Are all your room service requests so specific?"

"It depends, really. Miss May's was very punctual but sometimes we are asked for by name, so it's not an wholly unusual request." He seemed nonplussed by her asking this.

"Hm." Maya read some more, trying to find the weak link. "April May ordered drinks, plural?" That seemed odd. "She said she ordered an iced coffee."

"There were two drinks, yes ma'am." The bellboy was surprisingly forthcoming. "Eighteen dollar total, really. Plus tip." He blushed at that.

"That's an expensive coffee," Maya frowned. "But could she have drank two iced coffees before they both melted? Especially if she had called the police over a murder?"

"Are you asking the witness this?" Prosecutor Edgeworth looked bored. Maya wanted to throw her phone at his head.

"Oh, uh, no. Sorry. Just thinking aloud. Although...," she had touched on something interesting, "did you go back to get their dishes?"

"That was handed by housekeeping, ma'am. I simply tend to customers' needs as they arise." The bellboy shook his head, blushing lightly.

Wait. "You said April May gave you a tip?"

"Yes she did. It was quite shocking, considering, but she gave me an embrasser as payment for services rendered." The bellboy was beet red.

Maya blinked at him in confusion. "A what?"

"That is French for 'embrace', is it not?" Prosecutor Edgeworth supplied.

"Yes it is, sir. A kiss, as it were, sir. On the cheek, no less. I shan't forget it for years, I think. It was an exhilarating experience, considering." Oh, he was just flustered because she was attractive to him. Hm.

"What a cheap tip." Even Phoenix was unimpressed.

"As the defense can see: while Miss April May might be guilty of wiretapping, it has no bearing on this murder case and her alibi remains rock solid." Prosecutor Edgeworth looked dead at Maya as if he was daring her to keep fighting. "Shall we end this farce and get to the resolution so we can all get home?"

"Not yet!" Maya let all of her carefully crafted professionalism slip away in the wake of the terror she felt at the thought of failing after getting so far. "The - the defense would like to ask the current witness one more thing!"

"Just one more," the judge warned, "and if nothing comes of it, I will come to my conclusion. Are we clear?"

"Of course, Your Honor!" Maya furiously tore through her transcripts. "Thank you."

"Tick tock, Miss Fey." Prosecutor Edgeworth had never looked more smug or more punchable than in this moment. "Pick your question carefully."

"The check-in." Phoenix gasped. "I don't remember if she had someone with her but we can figure it out if we ask about the check-in. Edgeworth likes to keep his witness testimonies controlled. If we ask anything out of what he was told to talk about, we might get something."

Maya nodded. "Mister bellboy—"

"No need for the formality, ma'am."

"Witness, then." She didn't have time for his quibbles. "When did April May check in to the Gatewater?"

If Prosecutor Edgeworth had any concerns about the relevancy of her question, he didn't raise an objection. Instead, the bellboy gave it some thought before responding, "Well she checked in some time before the incident, ma'am. It's not as if she had only been staying for a day or anything like that. Still, I wouldn't forget her any time soon. She's my type, you see, and it was such a disappointment after all."

Wait. "What was a disappointment?" Please let this be what she thinks it is.

"She checked in with her lover, ma'am." It was. Maya was so excited she could almost cry but the trial wasn't over.

"Objection!" Now the demon prosecutor had a problem? Too late.

"Objection overruled." The judge was as interested as Maya was in what the bellboy meant. "This seems to be a pertinent line of questioning. Witness!"

"Ah, uh, yes sir." The bellboy flushed again. "Rather, uh, what is it?"

"Why didn't you mention that she was sharing the room before?" Maya was pretty sure she knew the answer.

"You didn't ask, ma'am." The bellboy gestured towards Prosecutor Edgeworth with the tray. "The gentleman over there instructed me to not offer information unless I was asked so..."

"And yet..." Prosecutor Edgeworth was sweating bullets. It was nice to see him put on blast.

"It's not technically illegal to coach your witnesses like that. It's just...scummy." Phoenix frowned again. "I suppose since I told you to do something similar in questioning, I've got no leg to stand on."

Maya was finally ready to claw her way to victory. "Witness, the man who checked in with April May, did you see him when you brought up the coffee?"

"Objection! How is that relevant?"

"Objection! April May has an alibi for the murder but she was wiretapping Fey & Co. Law Offices so she had access to sensitive information such as when my sister would be alone, waiting to hand off evidence for an upcoming case to my care. Evidence, I'll point out, that is missing as of right now." That wasn't relevant at the moment but she needed to say it aloud so there was record of her acknowledging it for later. "However, the man who checked in with her had access to the same information through her. If her alibi stands and he doesn't have one, it stands to reason that he must be the killer!"

"Objection sustained. Witness?" The judge watched the bellboy intently.

"I, uh...I don't believe I saw him, Your Honor."

The court exploded with noise as the gallery roared. Maya leaned back, hands on her hips, and smirked at Prosecutor Edgeworth. The man was leaning against his bench, eyebrow twitching as he grimaced.

"Order in the court! Order now!" The judge banged his gavel a few times and the chatter died down. "So you are suggesting that Miss May's so-called 'lover' could be the true killer of this trial?"

"Yes, Your Honor."

"Do you truly think one wayward lover is enough to acquit you of sororicide?" Prosecutor Edgeworth tried to recover ground but Maya was ready.

"Let's not forget that you are the one who coached the witness to hide the existence of this man. The act of concealing him makes him suspicious enough, never mind April May's illicit activities that night." She stared him down, unwilling to let him try and undo all her hard work. "I hold fast to my belief that, if he is not the true killer, this mysterious man has some ties to the crime and we cannot continue without finding and serving him."

The judge banged his gavel. "The defense raises a good point. While we cannot prove that this man is anything more than a red herring, the evidence brought before the court indicates he must have some relevance. We will reconvene court the following day after law enforcement and the prosecution look into this man." And, just like that, she had done it.

One more day and the possibility of getting the true culprit in court so they could prove her innocence. Now all they had to do was track him down and force him into court.

Victory has never tasted so bittersweet.

#the sheepy writes fic #hallowed be thy unknown #ace attorney #gyakuten saiban #trials and tribulations spoilers #ace attorney spoilers #long post #ao3 link in title #so technically this one was done and posted on the 24th #but i never got around to posting it on tumblr #so hello tumblr happy belated ''almost christmas means it wasn't christmas yet'' gift from me #im proud of how i handled the courtroom stuff #making it not quite a 1:1 game novelization #be prepared to think edgeworth is being a dick for no reason (he has a reason but its bad)#my ''cannot be brief'' disease kicked in and i wrote another 10k lmao #maya deserves to bite someone i think #ive somehow given hallowed!maya some very apollo traits #anyway pls enjoy this fic ive drawn art for it and while i havent posted it anywhere one day i will

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cyancherub · 2 years

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i was just thinking about how cool it is that u can have as many passions and hobbies as you want !! drawing writing playing an instrument etc etc. and if you lose interest for a bit you can leave them for a while!! but you can always come back and pick them up whenever u want .. they will always be waiting for u

#I JUST THINK THATS SO NEAT #like i go through phases in my life #where i am more into one thing than the other #like i enjoy graphic design and coding but i havent done that in so long because ive been focusing on writing but i #was just looking back at some old stuff and thinking about how much i loved it!!!#i was burnt out on it for a while but i will get back into it soon i think ;v; <3 #I LIKE DRAWING but i find it so frustrating for some reason so i only do it once in a blue moon #AND ITS JUST COOL THAT UR LOVE FOR THESE THINGS CAN JUST REIGNITE like u can leave it and come back and u will be like wow i missed this #talky cherub

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undyinglantern · 2 years

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92/365

#365 days of music #let it be known ive been biting my tongue trying not to listen to too many new songs or artists while doing this 365 days thing bc #i dont want to struggle and overrun my likes w too many song until im done going through this #so that people can get a taste of the sort of music i enjoy before things get too out of hand and the list of song i like gets too long #but i was going through chen's discography today (oct 26) in prep for his next upcoming (out by the time this posts) mini album #AND WAS DOING SO GOOD LIKE YEAH YEAH I LIKE THIS BUT I KNOW ILL COME BACK TO THIS LATER AND LISTEN AGAIN ITS OKAY I CAN ADDI T TO MY LIKES #DOWN THE ROAD and whatnot. UNTIL i got to this song and just. i dont know i just. i can only describe it as gentle and beatiful.#its beautiful okay? [reads lyrics] i would like to add nurturing to the list of descriptors for this song #oh god i broke and didnt use shuffle to decide which song to share next. AND i also have to decide on which song to kick out of my likes #out of the ones which havent come up before this so i can not be over 365 again now. dear lord #well.. that just goes to show how much i liked the song.. i guess? sobs #edit: well clearly i could not foresee the tragedy that occured but the postponing of the new album is completely understandable

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full nelson w gojo or toji🤐

a/n: chose toji bc i have . a lot of gojo requests plus i havent written for toji in so long :3 also didnt know why i made this goofy and cute. enjoy!

warnings: fem!reader, pet names, implied orgasm denial, playful banter, fingering, clit stimlation, riding, full nelson, unprotected sex, creampie / breeding kink, n*sfw under the cut

you were never one to hide your feelings and needs from toji — it was your advice at the end of the day where the assassin had confessed every single terrible thing he’s done and you still embraced him in the dingy motel under the fluorescent light. he had to do what he had to do even if his kills had terrified you a little—

but now he’s put all the assassin business behind him for a peaceful life with you where you showed him every ounce of the love he didn’t get to receive before.

you try your best to follow your own lesson — keep communication open and to be honest — but sometimes it was difficult with toji’s green eyes and hard stare boring into your eyes. they made you feel small and intimidated, something you always felt when you wanted to bring up something more intimate.

“you look like you’re constipated, kid, what’s up?” he asks without turning to you, possibly seeing your shaking hands from earlier. you can see the reflection of the television in his eyes and you‘re getting ready to speak . . that is until he turns to you.

toji raises an eyebrow, not missing the way your eyes dart down to his tongue licking his lips.

“u— uh, nothing, babe. all’s good.”

toji only hums and gets back to his baseball match, but surprises you a second later when he tugs on your waist. he smirks a little at your little yelp as you settle (or rather, were forced to) on his lap and he tilts his head, taunting you for your question.

“c’mon, spit it out. didn’t we promise to be honest?” your boyfriend questions, “and i’m not ’bout to run a therapy session—”

“iwanttotrysomethingwithyou.”

“slower, baby.” toji has a hand caressing your hip and the other blindly reaches for the TV remote, turning down the volume on the commentator’s annoying voice. he eases you into what you want to say.

“i want . . to try something.”

“in what sense? this better not be one more of your tiktok dance c—”

you giggle, “no! no, it isn’t that. i want to try . . the full nelson . . with you.”

toji clicks his tongue and you hate the heat on your cheeks once a smile spreads on his face because this was exactly the reason why you didn’t want to bring something up as embarrassing as this to him, because you could already see the amount of teasing he’d give you.

your moans descends into a complaint when toji yet again pulls his fingers away from your gaping hole, whining when you’re so close to your orgasm and yet he takes it away from you.

“tojiiii—!” you pout, grinding your hips into nothing while he enjoys the way you thrash around on bed and hope for something more than just his fingers in your cunt. not to mention, he’s been neglecting your clit, driving you to insanity on his fingers alone.

“want ya to cum on my dick, doll, ’m not that mean.” you roll your eyes, letting him devour your lips and manhandle you easily until you’re in reverse cowgirl.

he only nods towards his pelvis, “c’mon. ride me.”

your jaw drops — “first, you deny me my orgasm then you ask me to do all the work?” you know he’s truthful when he says he isn’t that mean, especially with how loving he is to you today, but this little teasing side of him still makes you grunt in annoyance. he has something up his sleeve, though.

you tsk, turning away from him and you can hear his smirk, possibly at your ass as you grope around for his cock for a few before you actually get it.

“man, shut up! i’m trying to find it.” you grumble, before finally getting it and he laughs — but it’s cut off. your playful banter is interrupted momentarily when you drag his tip along your folds and you smile upon toji’s hiss; and when you sink down you can feel your throat become dry, jaw dropping at how he stretches you out. you’re never used to it.

“t . . toji—” you squeeze his thighs, feeling his hands move to grab your ass and hips. he helps you bottom out, letting out a few grunts of his own. “feels s’good.”

“y—yeah? f-fuck . .” he swears when your hips start moving and you both can hear your drenched cunt from your delayed highs, each time increasing in volume from how you slam down onto his pelvis. toji can feel your arousal spurting everywhere, hips meeting yours halfway in needy movements.

you’re so drunk on his cock that you don’t realise the sheets turning wet with your cum, pressing harshly on toji’s thighs as you ride him. the other admires how your ass jiggles with each contact made with his crotch, alongside the beautiful moans that you let out.

you’re tired fast, thighs burning and heart pumping and you’d wish toji would take over already. he catches your drift soon enough, always observant as he meets your tired eyes. but he has to smile knowingly and your eyes widen when he prompts you backwards with his cock still in you.

“easy . .” he whispers as he brings your legs up to your ears like he would in a mating press, and even then, your eyes are already rolling back. your head falls on his shoulder in a shoot of pleasure, breath shaking with the first thrust he does.

this submission of power always sends you reeling — how toji slowly takes the upper hand from you by snapping his hips into yours as you stay limp above him. but it goes above that. toji locks his heands behind your head and you’re completely trapped.

“feel me in ya, doll?”

all your reply consisted of were moans and whimpers and a clench of your cunt, heating up when you feel his chuckle along your ear. “movin’ now, baby.”

you swear you see heaven when his shaft rams into you from below and toji groans into your ear. you were just so damn tight, pussy sucking him in that he has to take a minute before his hips properly move and you’re like a fuck toy. your tits bounce with each thrust and your limp body is held up by toji.

“you’re so . . fuckin’ wet, princess.” he mutters, wishing he could see your fucked out face at the position. from here, he can barely see your cunt, too, but if it’s what you want, he’ll happily fold you in half any day.

“toji, toji, toji,” is all you have in your brain, loving the way he impales you with each movement of his hips, feeling each vein on his throbbing, fat cock that you attempt to reach down to rub at your clit. he delivers a particularly hard thrust that has you mewling.

“don’t.” slowly he removes one hand, tuts when your leg starts to loosen. “keep it up for me baby, c’mon, yess . . that’s a good girl.” you listen like a dog to his owner, trying your best to keep your leg where it should be before you’re letting out a loud, almost pornographic moan. his fingers feel so rough against your clit, slapping it obscenely and noisily just as his hips never stop.

“you’re close, yeah?” toji whispers, thrusts starting to turn sloppy. his ass is aching along with his thighs, pleased when you nod. “then cum with me, dollface.”

his hand on your clit is ruthless, rubbing circles into it as his cock stretches you out like no other. it’s hitting so deep in you that you hardly have any coherent words, almost driven to your climax when you look down and you can see just how sloppy your pussy is, dripping all over his length and pelvis that there’s strings of your juices.

“give it t’me. cum all over my cock, baby.” is what pushes you over and your whole body shakes in his hold, vision turning white as you ride out your orgasm. his thrusts don’t stop, sending you into overstimulation when he ruts into you like a dog, finally cumming deep in you that his hot breath stains your neck. it’s hot and so much, painting your insides white with each ribbon of semen he releases in you.

there’s a filthy push of your cunt when he finally removes his cock from you, that drives out all the cum in you and you’re moaning lewdly when he uses his cock to slap your cunt; you hear just how wet your connected bodies are.

toji just chuckles when you grind down on his tip. “little cum dump just f’r me.”

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redr0sewrites · 6 months

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Ok so uh- I’ve been having brain rot about having Muzan sitting on readers lap cockwarming y/n and struggling to do his work as reader is enjoying seeing him struggle

(male reader if possible please <3)

-🪳 roach anon

yes. YES. YEEEEEEESSSSSSSS.

🥀Cw: smut, amab!reader, edging, brat!muzan, dirty talk, just filth

🥀minors dni

muzan twitched, shuttering as you shifted your hips. he had lost count of how long he'd been sitting in your lap, your cock filling him so nicely as he struggled to focus on his work.

"something wrong?" you coo, grabbing his face and forcing him to turn and look at you, smirking as muzan's cheeks flush. "it can't be that hard to focus, can it, doll?" muzan shoots you a glare, ripping his face from your grasp and turning back around.

his behavior makes your blood boil sometimes, and you harshly grab his hips. a needy squeak is pulled from his throat as you buck your hips up, pushing your cock deeper against his prostate. muzan mewls, eyes glazing over in pleasure as he fights to stay coherent. his nails are digging into the desk, his painfully hard cock dribbling precum all over his thighs.

"awww, are you really that needy already? i havent even done anything!" you snicker, slapping his inner thigh so, so close to his cock. muzan lets out a hiss in pain, and even as the flesh heals almost instantly, the stinging pain serves as a reminder of who is truly in control.

muzan tries to focus on his work as time drags ever so slowly onwards, sweat dripping down his face as his hands tremble. you find a sick sense of pleasure in the occasional whine that slips past his lips whenever you shift below him, and while you adore torturing him, you're beginning to grow impatient. slowly, you drag your hands from his hips to his nipples, pinching both roughly.

"ff-fuck- uhhngh-" a pitiful noise is ripped from deep inside him, catching him off guard. muzan's whole body shivers, hips bucking backwards instinctively as you continue to grope at his chest. one hand continues to abuse his tits, palming the flesh there and rolling the hardened nub between your fingers. the other hand slowly begins to trace down over his abs and stomach to the base of his cock. precum is dripping from his tip, and his poor dick is almost purple with neglect. you move to massage his balls, then moving up towards his tip, catching some of the pre on your fingers and smearing the creamy liquid on his head. muzan whimpers, throwing his head back and clawing at the desk as you begin to pump him ever so slowly. his hole is squeezing your cock so tight, and even the slight stimulation your giving him is enough to make his release build.

"awww, does that feel good?" you sneer, biting down roughly on his shoulder. you begin to pump him faster, still groping at his chest as you palm his cock. muzan begins to rut up against your hand, hips stuttering as you begin to grind against him as well. your cock is hitting all the right places inside him, and the stimulation is making his whole head fuzzy.

"ngh- ye-y-yes, plea- oh ffuck, please, mhngh-" hes practically sobbing now, the coil in his abdomen so close to snapping yet so, so far. muzans thighs are trembling so much that the entire desk is shaking, and you stand up abruptly, bending him over and shoving whatever he had been working on aside. your hand moved from his chest to the back of his neck, pushing him down while the other continued stroking him. you could tell he was close, his whole body seemed to be quivering in anticipation.

"please, fuck- fughnngh pleeass- im so close please mmnhh-" he gasped out, hole clenching around you so tightly as his cock twitched in your palm. you removed your hand from his dick, and muzan let out a pathetic whimper. his orgasm fades, and tears begin to form on his lashline as he grinds back against you, trying to get you to move inside of him.

"fuck, be patient," you grumble, grabbing his hips with the hand not wrapped around his neck and snapping your hips against his, setting a rough pace almost instantly. muzan lets out a choked moan as you manhandle him so that he is arching his back, still facedown against the desk as you continue railing into him. you know you aren't going to last much longer, and from the looks of it, neither is muzan. his eyes are glazed over, and you squeeze his neck tighter making him let out a choked moan. you only fuck him harder, his knees giving out as he collapses beneath you.

"ple-please, master, fuuck, mhm, please..." muzan was begging with tears in his eyes, chasing his high so desperately as he grinded his ass back, desperate for release.

"please- shit- please what?" you managed, cursing as his hole squeezed around you so tightly. yoh were almost at your wits end, and you knew both of your orgasms were close but you wanted to hear him say it. "be a good boy and use your words like ive taught you," you spit out, thrusting into him so deeply he swears hes seeing stars.

"i- i wanna come, please, i need to come! i need it- i need it so bad-" muzan was practically blubbering, looking back at you with teary eyes, and your cock twitched inside him at the sight of his flushed face.

"fuck- go on doll, you can come" you murmur in his ear, and muzan whimpers, shaking as his orgasm finally washes over him. it pulls him under like a tidal wave, snatching the breath from his lungs and making his whole body quake. your own euphoric high comes at the same time, the both of you gasping and whimpering as you come down from the rush of lust. muzan is quivering, his desk and abdomen is coated in his own release. you chuckle, pulling out and whispering praises to your lover as he winced in overstimulation. a ring of white coats the base of your cock, and the both of you look like fucked out messes. muzan reaches out, sitting on his desk and pulling you into a hug.

"are you okay?" you ask, gently running your hands through his hair as his shaky breathing evens out.

"shut the fuck up," he replied, burying his head in the crook of your neck. ah, some things never change.

THIS GOT SO LONG AND FOR WHAT LMAOOOO PLSSSS HES SOOOOO URGHRRHRH sorry this kinda sucks i havent wrote smut in a while and its also like 12:00 😭 ANYWAYS I HOPE U ENJOYED SEND IN MORE SUB MUZAN THIRRSSSSTSTSSSSS HES SOOO

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demonichikikomori · 5 months

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Show Me Somethin': Octavinelle

(WARNING! CONTENT IN POST IS 18+ ALL CHARACTERS DEPICTED AS 18+)

Heartslabyul - Savanaclaw - Scarabia - Pomfiore - Ignihyde - Diasomnia

After dating for a few months, things start to get a little steamy. So, he decides to finally send you: A surprise dick pic.

♡ Azul Ashengrotto x GN!Reader (600+)

♡ Jade Leech x GN!Reader (300+)

♡ Floyd Leech x GN!Reader (400+)

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul had mentally prepared himself for the day you would insinuate wanting erotic images of him for personal use.

His personal views on his own body are his no.1 enemy. He isn’t fond of the way he looks in his merform, or out of it. But it’s nothing he was interested in telling you about. At least not for a while.

He was sitting in his office late at the Mostro Lounge. Shuffling through new contracts and monthly financial statements. The vibration of his phone against his desk startled him, causing him to flinch and crinkle one of the golden scrolls in his fist. He lifted his phone with a scowl, but it quickly dissipated once he noticed it was a message from you.

You were checking in on him since it was late and you were preparing to head to bed. He wanted to lie and tell you he was in his dorm, preparing to sleep as well. But he couldn't bring himself to lie.

'Im sorry. I havent left the mostro lounge yet.'

You began to send him a barrage of upset emoji's, demanding he pick up where he left off tomorrow. But he couldn't bring himself to do so. Putting it off just meant there would be more work for him tomorrow. But he was starting to get stressed out. Azul could take a quick break before finishing up. Or? He could power through and ignore the idea of a break. You sent him another text. This one had a blurred image attached to it he was anxious about opening. You stated that it was a reward for him being such a hard worker and that he should head to bed soon.

Azul was alone in his office and no one would be coming to the Mostro Lounge this late. There would be no consequences for opening up the photo. And when he did, his cock jumped inside his slacks. There you were, spreading yourself open for the camera. Allowing him to see your once abused hole now empty with a black and lavender colored tentacle toy laying dormant on your sheets. Slick and shiny with lube and your juices.

Maybe a break would be fine.

He laid the phone on his desk and quickly began to unbutton his pants with a flushed face. Azul couldn't stop his mind from imagining you riding the tentacle toy. The way your moans would sound as you struggled to take it deep inside of you.

It wasn't long before Azul found himself cautiously stroking his cock. His eyes flicked towards the door, then back to his phone on the desk. He wanted you to send more pictures. But he couldn't work up the courage to ask you. But, he could play along with you.

Azul grabbed his phone and glanced at your picture one more time before opening up his camera. His heart jumped in his chest as he watched himself through the screen on his phone. The way he pumped himself with vigor made his confidence plummet. He hadn't done this before.

His phone began to slip through his fingers as he pumped faster. Faster. Rougher. And with a shudder he unloaded onto his fingers. The pearl colored sperm rolled past his fingers and Azul gasped in shock. As he began to collect his breath, he took a picture of his twitching cock, still half hard, and his semen coated fingers.

His face was burning as he sent you the photo over text, forgetting to blur the image. He didn't mean to cum so quickly. Before he could text you about the photo you were already spamming him with heart emoji's and begging to see more of him.

Jade Leech

Jade was no fool. He always noticed the way you eyeballed him like a slab of meat. He actually enjoyed it coming from you.

So when you made the suggestion to try something like sexting, he was pleasantly surprised by you again. You always kept him on his toes. He was working his shift at the Mostro Lounge, finally slipping away to his break so he could check a small cluster of texts from you.

It was a string of eggplant emojis and a photo of your hole being stuffed with your fingers. Your face wasn't visible, but he could imagine your lewd expression as you pushed yourself to an orgasm. He sat at a small table in the backroom, peeling his gloves away as he began to grow hard the longer he stared at the image. He sent you back a string of hearts and complimented the lovely image you sent him.

However, he was still at work, and could not totally indulge you. Not for a few hours. It was disappointing that the timing was bad. But Jade wondered if he could make something work. He parted his thighs and looked at his stiffening erection, then towards the door. No one ever came into the breakroom when it was Jade's turn. It could be intimidation stopping them. But it worked out in the merman's favor.

'Please, give me just a moment.'

You responded quickly, adding hearts and hopeful questions if you would see something from Jade. His movements were quick as he pulled out his cock, feeling it throb in his grip as he sent you a photo of it. Shamelessly giving it slow strokes in the desolate breakroom.

His break had ended in the bat of an eye as he began to calm down and he tucked his member away with a sigh. Jade washed his hands and donned his gloves with his phone tucked into his pants pocket. He has a few more hours left of his shift. But hopefully you can find a way to keep yourself busy with that picture.

Floyd Leech

Floyd rolled onto his side, staring tiredly at his phone screen. He was bored. Extremely bored. Jade had slipped away elsewhere for the night so there was no one for Floyd to bombard with his need for entertainment. Except you.

Your body clock and his always managed to sync up, so he decided to shoot you a quick text. Short and sweet as he began to roll onto his back with a mischievous smile forming.

‘u up?’

He knew you were. But that wasn’t the point. He wanted to see if you would play 8 ball with him, or let him come over for the rest night. Even if it was 1am. You responded almost immediately saying you were awake. But apparently you were in the middle of something. The response was too vague for Floyd’s liking and he began to press you for the details.

‘doin wat? its late at nite.’

He wasn’t too pleased with your evasiveness, but you finally cracked and told him the truth. You were in the middle of masturbating. Floyd was stunned, but it didn't take him long to recover. A smirk spread across his face as he began to kick away his blankets. A hand now slipping into his pajama pants.

'y didnt u say sooooo?'

A winking emoji followed the text as he gently massaged his cock beneath the thin flannel fabric. You were the smartest person ever. Why didn't he think of this?! Maybe he could ask you to get on a call. Or better yet; invite him over. You could masturbate together and it would feel even better in person. As Floyd began to harden and his moans began to escape, he nudged his pajama pants down his thighs. His cock sprang free, smacking against his torso and leaving a spider silk string of pre-cum behind. He needed to convince you to let him come over of course.

He asked you to give him just a second before opening his camera. It was accidental when he set the option to record. But Floyd decided this was much better for the both of you. Why settle for just a picture? He was much louder with his moans as he stroked himself slowly for the camera. Paying close attention to each twitch and throb, even occasionally jerking his hips into his fist. He couldn't help but whimper your name as he began to move faster. He suddenly stopped the video and sent it to you, struggling to stop himself from continuing.

How long has it been since he's done something like this?

He gnawed at his lower lip as you began to send him a string of excited texts. Yeah, he really wants to come over now.

#Show Me Somethin'#azul ashengrotto smut #floyd leech smut #jade leech smut #azul ashengrotto x reader #floyd leech x reader #jade leech x reader #azul ashengrotto x yuu #floyd leech x yuu #jade leech x yuu

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chrissturnsgirlll222 · 3 months

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second, never first

part one | part two | part three | part four

chris x fem!reader

summary - you grew up hating one guy all of high school but suddenly become close friends, but as time goes on feelings develop, only its one sided.

warnings - underage drinking, throwing up, use of y/n, BOYS (no smut… for now lol and yes i am 18) currently not proofread or written with pristine punctuation

word count - 2500+?? (i know its long but i had a bunch of ideas for the beginning)

this is also my first story so pls be kind :) also just wanted to mention that i wouldn’t have the courage to write and post if it werent for other writers on this app so i would just like to tag and thank a few accounts who inspired me to write<3

@lovingmattysposts @flowerxbunnie @strniohoeee @lacysturniolo @strawberrysturniolo @flynnriderishot @stuniolobbg

for as long as i could remember, being the second option was all i knew. just always being the backup, never the go to.

this constant course of events led to my passion of reading and writing, pretty much consuming myself with content or sources that provided me with a sense of belonging, or just putting myself into a different reality.

i always had been drawn to romance. its a un-comforting comfort for me, if that makes sense. i love reading about it and watching movies about it but love just seemed so out of reach. im sure many people feel this way but i just believe there are certain people in the world that just go through life without any sort of romantic experiences. now while that may be true i also think thats just something i made up in my head to comfort myself from the fact that i have never had a single romantic experience, ever. i mean im 17 years old and havent even had my first kiss. hell i havent even held hands with a boy.

that of course all changed during my senior year.

“oh my god look at what cody sent me” anna says.

anna is my best friend, though at times she felt like my biggest competition. she is everything im not. constantly talking to boys, what people consider ‘boy pretty’, very out going and popular. the fun one.

i look over at her phone to see a text from one of the many boys shes talked to in the past year “i thought you guys were done?” i say

“yeah were not talking like that anymore but i still talk to him here and there” she says

“i dont know if thats the best idea, i mean if you guys keep talking hes probably going to get the wrong impression”

“your such a buzz kill sometimes” she says slightly annoyed. i stay silent. I might sound like a complete bitch here but when your friend is constantly talking or complaining about guy, a, b and c you eventually get bored and exhausted of hearing about it, I try my hardest to be understanding when she brings up guys, but I’m apparently never supportive enough to her standards. I suppose she wants me to be there and give her advice but what do I have to offer to that conversation?

we were driving through the school parking lot to park in our usual spot next to chris.

chris is, well complicated. ive known him since 7th grade and hated him up until about 3 months ago when senior year started. the friendship started off with him just parking next to my car everyday and him just pestering me all the time but the longer we kept parking together, the more we grew to enjoy our casual conversations.

we both roll down our windows.

“morning” i say waving at him, anna does the same “hey, i wanna skip first block if you guys are down” he says “you know i would never say to to that” anna says “ehh i dont know about today i have a bio project i need to work on and didnt getting the planning sheet so i should probably head in” i say

“alright, anna come on i wanna get mcdonalds” chris says tapping on his passenger seat.

“looks like its just us this morning! y/n me and chris can just go get food and ill bring you back something for lunch” anna says turning to me.

“ill see you guys at lunch” i say grabbing my bag and locking my car doors as anna gets in to chris’ car and they drive off.

if you havent caught the weird passive tone from anna, thats how she was. no matter how much i tried she always had to be the centre of attention . i honestly dont even think she does it on purpose. i love her and she is my best friend but i just find her insufferable at times, its just who she is. chris is a great friend to me but i always caught the vibe that chris liked anna or at least thought she was hot. which is also why i think he treats her with more respect than me.

now when i said we grew to like eachother i left out a slight detail.

even though i hated chris for most of high school for the way he treated me and constantly teased me, i couldnt help myself from starring at him from time to time as he talked or even looking at his hands. not only was he visually pleasing he could be really sweet and the conversations we shared were really meaningful at times. was he attractive, yes. was he a complete asshole to me for years and still hasnt apologized, yes. did i completely fall head over heels for him when he began to show me his nice side, sadly yes.

its so cliche but i fell for my “bully” so to speak. i hated myself for it but what i hated even more was how much i let my feelings for him effect how i saw myself even more as the second option. if it came down to it and me anna and him were the only people in the world he would still fuck anna before he even though about kissing me.

i know that i might only feel this way towards him simply because hes the only male thats shown me any attention at all. though it hasnt always been positive or romantic it was still something that i had never experienced from a male before.

like i said, second option.

i finish up my final class and head out to my car and wait for anna who is doing god knows what considering i drive her home everyday after school. while waiting for anna, chris gets into his car and starts it to heat up as it is the beginning of winter. i watch what hes doing through his car window as he scrolls on his phone for a sec and then storms into the backseat of my car, always the backseat.

my head whips around to look at him and he looks annoyed. “why do you look mad” i say. “look at what this bitch said to me” he says leaning up to the middle console shoving his phone in my face and i read texts from a girl hes talking to.

friday 3:14pm

alice: chris i cant keep talking to you

chris: what do you mean

alice: i mean that i cant keep talking to you what were doing is messing with my head and i dont want to be a victim of one of your fuck and dumps

chris: im sure i have many other girls who would kill to be in your position

alice: then go have them i dont want to be apart of your sick and twisted hookups

“ok wow” i say my eyes wide “i didnt even know you were talking to alice”

“well now you do, and im not anymore apparently” he says throwing his arms up as he sinks in to the middle seat. “we have been fucking since the halloween party, remember when i kissed her infront of you?” he says in a duh tone.

ah yes halloween. the night i went home crying after said kiss was shared infront of my face.

“yes i remember” i say blankly.

“we were supposed to hangout tonight but she decided to blow me off, i was ready to get my dick wet but i guess ill just have to be fucking boring alone” he says as i make a disgusted face.

“well i dont know what to te-“ i was cut off by anna coming into the car.

“ok sorry i took so long but i was just getting the details for a party tonight!” she says out of breath. chris sits up at the news, “maybe i will get my dick wet then.” he says smirking and jokingly raising his eyebrows.

“what? alice blew you off already.” anna says turning to chris. i dont bother questioning why anna knew and i didnt because im sure i know answer.

“yep and im scoring tonight.” he says fake punching the air as me and anna giggle.

anna and i finished getting ready at her place, her wearing jeans and a hot pink tank top and me in black jeans and a white long sleeve crop top. i stare at myself in the mirror when i hear annas phone go off with a text from chris.

friday 10:27pm

chris: here

“anna! chris is here!” i yell grabbing my phone and my drinks for the night from my bag and start making my way downstairs as i hear her close behind me. i tie up my shoes as i hear her grab her drinks from her fridge and say bye her parents. i wave goodbye to her parents as well and we make our way out to chris’ car.

upon entering were greeted by matt, chris’ brother in the passenger seat.

“hey matt i didnt know you were coming out tonight!” i say smiling at him as loud music blasts from chris’ speakers.

“yeah nicks also going so i just tagged along, plus i need to drive you guys home since chris is drinking tonight.” he says lightly punching chris in the arm. “oh yeah, speaking of nick where is he?” i say. “nicks already there he came with his friends.” i nod in response and sit back starting to chug down one of my drinks. i may be a buzz kill in annas eyes but i knew how to party and loved drinking with my friends.

matt is chris’ triplet brother along with nick. i never really got to know his brothers all that well, i just know that matt has become a lot more comfortable around me and anna as we have started to spend more time with chris.

once we arrive to the party me and anna walk around to see whos there and we meet up with some of our other friends. i can see chris from across the room laughing and talking to nick and matt.

the night goes on and i finish my fourth cooler of the night and head out to the car to grab another. when i step outside the cool air hits me and i instantly regret the 2 shots of tequila i had on top of the fruity coolers i had throughout the night. shivering and rubbing my arms i continue walking to chris’ car to sit down for a sec and when i reach the backseat i see chris’ naked back and steamy windows. i take a step back once i realize whats happening.

i knew he was going to end up fucking someone tonight since thats what he said his plan was but i did not need to fucking see it. hes not mine for the taking obviously, but seeing him constantly with girls just hurt.

i turn around to walk back into the house but suddenly feel sick to my stomach. i hunch over and throw up in the middle of the road. i cough and collapse to my knees continuing to gag as strings of spit come out of my mouth. i hear a car door shut behind me as i try to stand up wiping my mouth. i feel arms grab my waist and pick me up bridal style and thats the last thing i remember before everything went black.

i wake up in a car with the same clothes on from the party, still drunk, my hair crispy and the smell of cologne. i look around me and realize its chris’ backseat im laying in but its still pitch black out.

i hear faint voices outside and the door my head is resting on swings open and my head flys back.

“holy shit chris are you trying to kill her” i hear matts voice. “shut up, i didn’t know you put her head there.” chris says as he starts pulling me out of the car.

“chris” i say quietly. “holy shit your awake” he says leaving me to sit up. “yeah i am, what happened. i think i- blacked out.” i say slurring my words.

“well i was in the middle of getting with summer-“ he says getting on his knees to talk to me better “and i just heard gagging outside the car and it was bothering me and i looked outside the car and you were bent over on the middle of the road throwing up. i just grabbed you and told summer to fuck off and put you in the car while i grabbed matt and anna.”

“oh my god” i say as i nod off.

“woah woah stay with us here, chris lets get her inside now” matt says placing my head back up.

“where is anna?” i question.

“we had to drop her home and bring you to our house since she said her parents couldn’t see you like this.”

“of course” i say

classic anna.

“what time is it?” i ask rubbing my eyes.

“2:44am” chris grunts taking me out of the car.

“ok lets get you inside” chris says pulling me up to stand. “you think you can walk inside?” he says still holding me up. “ill try.”

he lets go of me and i slowly make it up to the front of their house but start wobbling once i reach the steps and feel both matt and chris grab either side of me and help me up to the front door. matt holds on to my arm as he uses the house key to get inside and i walk in.

they walk me over to the living room couch and i slump over resting my head on the arm rest of the couch.

“where is she going to sleep?” matt says. “my room obviously.” chris says as i smile to myself.

“come on y/n” he says picking me up again and bringing me to his room to lay on his bed. “im gonna give you clothes to change into since yours are covered in vomit.” he says opening drawers. i nod my head as my eyes close.

he tosses me a big white shirt with some graphic designing on it “can you dress yourself or-“ i cut him off “yea- yeah i got it” i say sitting up right and hiccup.

he turns around so i can change into the shirt. i begin taking my long sleeve off and i get one arm off before i get stuck. “chris, help” i say quietly and he turns around to see me with my arms slouched and my eyes closed. he rushes over “lift up your arms” he says pulling my hands up. i hold them up as he grabs the hem of my shirt and slowly pulls up. i admire chris as he pulls off the shirt completely throwing my shirt across the room all while being careful not to look at me.

he grabs his shirt and places it gently over my head and then threading my arms through the shirt. “wait” he says walking over to his closet, grabbing a pair of his sweatpants and walking over to me with them. i sit there with my eyes closed smiling as i had thought about the scenario of him taking my clothes off many times, just not the me being so drunk i cant dress myself part.

he takes my jeans off and helps me in to his sweatpants still being respectful and not starring at my body. “ill be right back just sit here im going to get you water and an advil.” he say as he walks out of the room. i just sit there, my eyes still closed, still smiling and nod at his sentence.

i lay back down on his bed and wait as i hear him rushing upstairs talking to matt and nick before walking back in to the room sitting down at the end of his bed. “sit snd open up.” i obliged to his words before he places two advils on my tongue.

“im going to fill up your mouth with water so don’t breathe.” he says opening up a water bottle and slowly pouring some in to my mouth while my head tilts upwards slightly. he watches me with concern as i swallow the water.

“please never get drunk like this ever again, you really freaked everyone out kid.” he says. i don’t respond and nod at his words.

kid, the all too familiar nickname chris gave me. it always made me feel weird when he called me this as if he was an authority figure or something.

i lay back down on his bed and close my eyes and quickly drift off to sleep. the last thing i remember from that night is him crawling in to his bed next to me and turning off his light.

“goodnight kid”

thank you for reading!!!

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mlkyshxrtcke · 6 months

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Hey, it’s me, 👾

While getting rid of the evidence,I had a revelation. What if our yandere gets dommed. I mean hands pined over his head, riding him through his orgasms without giving two shot if he’s overstimulated. Just imagine “I know you can do it. Just give me another one like a good boy~”

I need sleep, and thanks a lot for even reading this request.

👾

You never fail to surprise me, Anon, honestly you took the words right out of my mouth. I missed you pookie bear :) Eidon’s such a pillow princess on the inside, but tries to hide it. Ofc he can dom, he loves it, but the second y/n hears him whimper it’s all over lmao. (Guys get hyped because Umbilical Cord is coming out soon and I really want it to go well, writing Eidon on Aphrodisiac actually made me go a lil feral)

GUYS GUYS IM SORRY I HAVENT POSTED IN A WHILE IVE BEEN SO BUSY :( I MISSED YOU GUYS SO MUCH

EDION IMAGINE:

Mentions of: male yandere character, yan!sub, nsfw descriptions, gn!reader <3 dom!reader

Well, as expected, your adorable little boyfriend Eidon had been teasing you all day long. You could tell when he was pent up from work or stress because it was times like those that he couldn’t get himself away from you. He’d bend himself over just about every surface, and put his hands all over you the second you would cuddle. He had done it before, but this time he was really badgering you, giving you the perfect opportunity to playfully spank his ass. He whines in response. “You’re being very.. bratty today..” you trail off your sentence as you cup his cheek with your hand. “Please?..” he sighs into you, “I have no idea what you’re saying when you don’t use your words. Please what..” He continues to whine, pulling you into him on the bed and wrapping his legs around your waist. You cock an eyebrow, and he finally decides to speak up, whispering right into your ear, “Please use me.. pretty please?”

“Well, since you’ve asked me so politely..” you tease. “Here, come on and kneel right here for me.” you point to an empty spot on the bed. He crawls over and does as you say, so adorable when he complies with your orders. You take a hand and cup his cheek, trailing down his neck and then over his chest before squeezing his thighs, which makes him instinctively spread open his legs. “There’s my pretty boy..” you murmur before grabbing Eidon by his thighs and pulling him down onto the bed, yanking off his belt with a swiftness. “Mh- what are you doing?..” he practically whimpers. “Shhh.. just give me a second.” You tie his hands to the bedpost, placing a hand between his legs where you can feel his hard-on pressing against his pants. “God, look at how fucking needy you are for me… so shameless.” He blushes at your remark, his hips bucking up desperately. “Hey.. easy now..” a smirk spreads across your face as you enjoy the view. He was adorable like this, his lip trembling with his clothes hastily undone and his dark curls covering face. You savor each second greedily, leaning down over him to peck at his cheek, making him turn red.

You straddle on top of him, using one hand to brush the hair out of his face, pressing your hips down to make Eidon wiggle around even more. You pull out his cock, which sprung up with excitement. “So filthy, and all for me.. isn’t that right?” You take your hand and pump him with it, the sounds coming from him were enough to make you cum then and there, but you wanted to milk it for all he was worth, just for the hell of it. “Fuck.. mmh.. your touch feels too good—“ Eidon whines at the light touch of you hand. It was clear he wanted more, but he had to earn it first. You decide to be generous this time around and move faster, tears starting to roll down his pretty rosy cheeks. He tries not make to much noise when you kiss away his tears, but he just can’t help himself. He was on the edge of orgasm, on the verge of just screaming out your name then and there. “Ahh~ fuck y/n.. im gonna—“ with those words, you take your hand away, restricting his orgasm. Sure he whines and starts rolling his hips into nothing, looking for any kind of friction to help him reach his high, but he needed to understand patience. And also? C’mon. Look at that adorable tear-stained face, just so precious. The best was still on its way and yet to come.

You sit yourself down on his weeping dick, and god did he feel good. You expect nothing less from him though. His cock always filled you up so nicely, and the curve was enough to make you drool. It poked and prodded at your plush walls, causing you to moan out lewdly. “How’s that, baby? Do you like your reward for doing so well for me?” You tease, grinding your hips down on him. Eidon always looked so pretty when he arched his back and tried to wriggle his hands, you know damn well he wanted to grab your hips and slam you even harder onto him (bonus points for chubby readers bc that would turn him on even more). “Ahh!~ y/n.. please.. I wanna cum so bad.. I promise I’ll be a good boy for you.. please?” Eidon’s desperate pleas for your permission to cum were music to your ears. “Beg a little more first for me, sweetheart.” You lean to kiss down his chest while you ride him, he was crumbling in your hands. “Please!~ I love you so much.. I need you, I need you so bad— please, please let me..” Hmm.. well after all, he did ask ever so politely.. “Cum. I said cum for me, pretty boy. Awhh.. that’s it. You’re doing such a good job for me, now who’s my good boy, hmm?~” It was all over for him, he felt the knot in his stomach snap as he released a large thick load of his cum inside of you, painting your inside white. You stroke his face with your thumb, still riding him at a relatively speedy pace while he comes down from his high.

“Ah.. I am.. I’m your good boy— ah!~ wait! I can’t take anymore! It feels too— y/n!~” Wait? But you made him feel so good, the way his body shook uncontrollably post orgasm, his erotic screams and pleas, his eyes rolled back even more. Eidon, your pretty boy, all used up underneath you, turned into moaning, sex drunk fool, not expecting for you to keep going. “What’s wrong baby? Feeling used up? Awhh.. It feels like too much? Hold on a little longer, sweetheart.. I know you can handle another round..”

As the night progressed, you just stopped counting the number of times that you both came, but you did feel a little guilty for making him go on for so long, so you made sure to take care of him afterwards, running him a warm bath, giving him sweet praises and kissing him softly. Your precious, subby Eidon.♡

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suneeater · 1 year

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solomon + jealousy sex

✎a/n: i havent written seriously in a long time and i am not confident about this at all. enjoy. full scenario is under the cut

✰warnings: SMUT!!! NSFW!!! exhibitionism, reader is afab, reader is wearing a dress

✉: Plsplspls jealous Solomon smut PLEASE

Solomon is an unbearable tease. You stare at the fork in your hand, tapping it against the plate mindlessly to try and cover your own shaky breathing. You were never a huge fan of dinner parties, but you had been formally invited and it would have been rude not to attend. The demon seated beside you is chattering away happily, seemingly unaware of your sudden discomfort. All night, you had been cracking jokes and sharing friendly conversation. You hardly know anyone here, but the two of you seemed to really get along. Really well, actually, as Solomon noted. The other end of the table is engrossed in their own little world, and you seemingly have no escape from your predicament. Out of sight, Solomon rubs gentle circles into your thigh, his hand sheathed under your dress and the hem tickling your sensitive skin with his every movement, only feeding into your overwhelmed state. You can hardly look at him; you feel his eyes digging into the back of your head and you *know* he’s looking at you with his devious smirk, appearing completely unbothered to outside eyes despite the way he’s working you under the table. It’s only a matter of minutes before you become completely flustered, feeling as if you’re radiating heat while an uncomfortable sensation grows in your abdomen. Solomon’s hand draws closer to your core, tugging at the hem of your panties and causing your own arousal to trail down your inner thigh. You gulp, choking around the growing lump in your throat, finally excusing yourself from the situation. Solomon is quick to back you up, spitting out the excuse he’s been mulling over the entire night. Your new friend cocks his brow at you, questioning why you would leave so suddenly. “Was it something I said? You don’t seem like you’ve been paying attention”. You move to spit out an apology, but the words die on your tongue as Solomon presses his fingers to your mound, saturating your panties with your own wetness. Unable to suppress your shock, your hand clasps around your mouth to hide your gasp, although it isn’t very subtle. Solomon stands, smiling at your friend, but there’s a hint of mischief in his glare. “I’m afraid we’ll need to be going anyway. She’s clearly sick, can’t you see?” Solomon’s gaze shifts down at you, still seated with your hand over your mouth and eyes wide with uncertainty. You know that look; the typical, fun loving Solomon you know is at his limit, and your legs shake with the anticipation of what’s to come. So you play along, nodding your head. “Human stomach – sensitive, I guess” you spit breathlessly, looking to your boyfriend for approval. His expression eases a little, and you know you’re playing into his little lie just how he planned.

The moment the door closes behind you, Solomon has you pinned against it. You’ve no time to even take off your shoes before he’s sizing you up, his strong arms keeping you in place beneath him by your wrists, his grip tighter than ever before. His breathing is heavy, hot against your neck as he leans down to take you in better. “Were you trying to get a rise out of me?” His voice is firm and assertive, and your heart nearly skips a voice at the unfamiliar tone. Before you can answer, he huffs and moves to your neck, his hold on your wrists loosening as he sucks harshly on your sensitive skin. He peppers you with little bites, each one making you wriggle under his hold until he’s done leaving his mark on you – at least, for now. “Solomon–” you gasp, unable to catch your breath. “I- I wasn’t trying to do anything… you know that”. He responds only with a ‘tch’, using your chin to guide your eyes to his own. “Look at you… you can’t even look me in the eye. I know you’re smarter than that, you are my little apprentice after all”.

The nickname makes you shudder, and he chuckles deep from his chest at your reaction. Already, he’s put you in a submissive position. You can’t help but feel yourself growing more aroused at the idea of him ‘teaching you a lesson’, suddenly understanding the trope. His grip around you tightens again as he moves your position once more, pulling himself even closer to you and leaving you trapped between the closed door and his firm body. “Why don’t you learn to just listen to me? I thought I’d already proven to you that nobody can make you feel as good as I do”. You can feel your heat throb, his hard cock pushing against your stomach as he closes the distance between you. You nod, unable to muster any words for fear you’ll give him everything he wants, wanting to play your own little game with him. The thought is quick to diminish the closer Solomon gets, though, and you curse his composure for making such a mess out of you.

“You know–” you breathe, “you’re unbearable sometimes”. Solomon doesn’t even hide to you that he’s rolling his eyes, finding your comment laughable given your current situation. “Oh please, my darling… you are not in the spot right now to be toying with me like this”. His response is whispered to you, close and intimately, making the hairs on the back of your neck stand up in surprise from the stimulation of his breath. Before you can formulate your own rebuttal, you’re hoisted into the air for a moment as Solomon wraps his arms around your legs, pulling you onto him in one swift motion and keeping you pinned against the door, forcing you to throw your arms around his body for support and wrap yourself around his torso, squealing in surprise.

He looks down at you with a dark expression, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear to better look at your surprise. He just can’t get enough of the way that you’ll always bend for him, always being able to catch you off guard and make you vulnerable. He thinks to himself about how nobody else would be able to do this to you, to make your bratty attitude die down in a sea of pleasure and fuck you until you can’t bear to be without his cock, his fingers, his mouth. Him. The tender action is in stark contrast to the way he reaches up your dress again to tug your soaked panties out of the way, reveling in the way your slick pools around him so quickly and leaves your aroused folds glistening. He teases your slit, his free hand supporting your back, soaking in the way he’s barely touched you and yet you throw your head back. He can tell, hell he can feel how bad you need him, and you know there’s no use in trying to hide the effects of his teasing any longer. In a matter of moments he plunges two fingers inside of you, giving you no time to adjust before he works your inside fervently. You clench around him in surprise, toes curling from his fingers alone. You bury your face in his neck, panting against his skin and feeling the thump of his heart against you while his fingertips fall naturally upon the sweet spot inside of you. You can feel the curve of his knuckles as he strikes your sensitive area, uncontrollably squeezing him with every stroke of his fingertips and feeling yourself come undone around him. He feels the way your breath hitches against his skin, and knows how close you are, keeping his pace steady while using his thumb to flick your swollen clit. A moment, just a moment more – and you’d be cumming for him. You begin to buck your hips at the sensation, chasing your own high and whimpering for him, all because he’s fingering you. Solomon smirks, thinking about how little he has to try to make you see stars, feeding his own broken ego despite the night’s prior events. None of that matters, though, not when he has you completely under his thumb. You swear you’re seeing white, your grip around his neck tightening as if trying to pull yourself closer, when-

You’re completely empty. “S-Sol!” you shriek at him, your ruined orgasm leaving you dissatisfied and betrayed, feeling yourself thump against the door as your body nearly gives out in exhaustion following the tension of Solomon’s ministrations. Solomon only looks at you devilishly, a look he wears quite well despite being perhaps the only other human down here, before shaking his head at you. “You didn’t think I’d let you off that easy, hm? Now you know how it feels… this is what you’ve been doing to me all night”. You huff at him, eyes glued to his glistening fingers as you try to avoid his ‘told you so’ look. The mischievous sorcerer is quick to notice your shift in attention, opting to suck your arousal from his fingertips, moaning around them from the taste of you, watching for your reaction. “There’s no denying how sweet you taste, though”. He’s almost panting the words out breathlessly between licks, cleaning himself thoroughly until all that’s left is the scent of your sex lingering on him, undoubtedly marking him as yours just as much as he’s already marked you his, your neck already beginning to bruise. His hard-on still presses against you, practically throbbing at this point from neglect, and in spite of your ruined orgasm you hungrily reach for his belt, stripping him as fast as you possibly can. He does nothing to stop you this time, hoping by now you’ve learned enough of a lesson that he can fuck you sensless and reach his own release. You waste no time in freeing his cock from his clothing, standing before you twitching and dripping wet. You lick your lips, eager to pop him into your mouth, but you’re swept off your feet and instead thrown back around Solomon. Your back arches from the cold sensation of the door, legs instinctively wrapping around his waist tightly, closing as much distance as possible.

Typically, Solomon would ease into you, taking his time and making sure that each and every movement is deliberate. Tonight, though, he wants nothing more than to fuck you senseless until you remember who you belong to, until the only words you can muster are his name and his name alone, begging for his seed and forgetting all about any low level demons, about anyone who isn’t him. The two of you are almost completely undone, shedding your composure and abandoning your little game for the sake of pleasure. Solomon’s large and strong hands dig into your waist, lifting you slightly up and effortlessly onto his cock before dropping you, leaving you with no other option than to take all of his length in one go. Your upright position lets you take more of him easily, but you’re still no match for him. His girth stretches your walls, each vein more prominent than ever and only adding to the sensation of his thrusts. Your nails dig into his back, sure to leave a mark, but providing you stability nonetheless as he takes you animalistically. The best you can do is hold yourself steady and try to adjust to the overwhelming sensation of being empty and then stretched and filled with Solomon’s cock, his hips bucking into yours and filling the room with the sounds of your dirty act. The wet, squelching noises are second only to your whining and needy moans, every thrust leaving you breathless. It’s like your body was molded perfectly around his, made exclusively to take him and let him breed you, his length curving sweetly inside you and hitting that special spot that leaves you screaming for him just like he wants. You almost swear between his rough fucking and the way he fingered you earlier that you’ll be sore deep inside soon after, and yet you beg for more anyways. He can’t even think of a quick response to your neediness, his mind clouded with the sight of you being bounced on him, chest heaving and tears pooling in the corners of your eyes. As if the feeling of sheathing himself inside your soaking wet and tight cunt isn’t enough, he’s driven even closer to the brink of ecstasy by the way you leave scratches down his back, leaving evidence of your sexual devotion to him and leaving him unable to comprehend any thought besides rearranging your guts. With the way the head of his stiff cock is beating the tip of your cervix, you feel yourself clench involuntarily around him, practically screaming his name, the sensation too much to warn him before you cum hard. The strength of your orgasm is overwhelming, sending shockwaves through your body and leaving you overstimulated as Solomon follows in your stead, losing his rhythm and control over his own body as the waves of pleasure hit him. Ropes of thick, white hot cum shoot through you, filling you to the brink until it’s overflowing and oozing between your folds, dripping down the base of Solomon’s cock.

He remains inside you only for a moment, as the last few waves of your orgasm pulsate through your body, gasping for air and heart nearly beating out of his chest. As your body eases, you feel yourself go limp, no longer able to hold yourself up around him. Solomon is quick to catch you, holding you against his chest as you both come down from your highs. A shaking hand cups your flushed cheek, and the sorcerer looks before you with a look of admiration. You’re relieved that he feels better, but if this is how it’s going to be, you may have to start making him jealous more often…

find the sfw headcanons for this prompt here

#solomon smut #obey me smut #solomon x reader #solomon x mc #solomon obey me #obey me! nightbringer #obey me x reader #solomon hc #solomon x you #jo #sun.nsfw

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machiten · 1 year

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thats my seat!

academic rival scaramouche x gn!reader headcanons

warnings: scaramouche(bro is a whole warning), foul language(it's scaramouche we're talking about here so), reader is mentioned to have bad eyesight, fights, angst, academic validation, bad parenting

barely proofread lmao im tired, it's 3:15 am and im starving. there will be a chapter 2 ofc i just wanted to post something goddamn my blog has been empty for so long (4 days) didn't have a way to keep track of the word count but it's kinda long. anyways hope u enjoy!!

oh god

when i say rival, i mean full on brawls on the school hallway

so let's say you've been top of your school since day one. your name has always been at the top of the score board every exam, always class representative, and well known as a smart kid ever since you steped on school premises.

you work hard to keep your grades up, your parents pay enough attention to your succesful brother and none for you

having a successful brother plants high expectations on you. i mean, he did very well, so why cant you? you both have the same blood running through your veins. your parent's praise, that is all you've ever wanted. and yet you're not even informed if there's a family outing, leaving you in your house alone

it has been like that for years

not until one day, you enter into the classroom and someone else is sitting in your chair. someone unfamiliar is sitting on your chair.

"hey, excuse me. i sit there." you pointed at what is supposed to be, your chair. "what, i dont see any names on it." Ok, what. when you finally look up to the culprit, my goodness. Fierce purple eyes that looks like it holds the entire universe, his skin as fair as a maiden, lips plum as a springs fruit, a beauty mark at the underside of his right eye, and his hair a unique color of indigo that is cut in a weird jellyfish-ish hairstyle. while yes, he looks ethereal, not gonna lie (if he had longer hair you might've mistaken him as a girl) his personality certainly does not match his elegance. an annoyed look currently adorned his face, as if you disturbed his peace.

"done checking me out? i know im hot, i get that look everyday so dont ever think you're special." and now it changed into a cocky smirk. the nerve! not only is he sitting on someone else's chair but it seems like his head is getting bigger too. "well excuse me, i havent seen your around school until today so im guessing that you're the transfer student our teacher talked about last week. but do you mind finding a new spot, i sit there." you glared at him.

"no i like it here. here's a better idea, why don't you find a new spot. im the new student here, show some courtesy."

"no- what, go away thats my seat!"

"alright everyone, settle down- oh, i see that the new student is here already," the teacher finally came in the classroom, cup of steaming hot coffee in his hand. Everyone sat down on their seats while you are still standing up waiting for this person to look for another seat. Lmao guess what, he didnt move.

"(name), c'mon sit down. i know getting a new friend is exiting but we have to greet the new student properly. now go find your seat."

"wait but sir--"

"sit down, (name)"

"yeah that's right (name), sit down" a voice beside you spoke. you looked over to the new student adorning a triumphant grin at your loss. and so you are now forced to sit at the back, barely seeing what's in front because of your poor eyesight, and wearing a vengeful spirit.

epic first meeting

the seats in the back are okay, its breezy and you now sit next to xiao (his music taste is so good) but yeah, you cant really see the board clearly so you get notes from mona at the front

at first, it was a one sided rivalry. how hated how rude and bratty he was and at that time, he didnt seem too care (like he get those everyday). but then he started fighting back and oh boy he hasn't had this much fun in years!

the way you retort back to his harsh words is so amusing to him. usually, no one would dare talk to him in a degrading manner but then you came into his life, claiming that he's sitting on your chair, and it was never the same ever again.

now, he looks forward to everyday. he rises up earlier so that he can sit at your chair first, he keeps looking at the classroom door everytime someone enters (in case it's you so that he can give that shit eating grin), he loves how your face gets messed up when he wins an argument, he loves how small your hands are compared to his when you have a brawl in the hallways, and most of all, he loves it when you give him the shit eating grin when you win something (he says he let's you win sometimes because he pitied you, but is it really?)

to him, this is fun, amusing, entertaining. but to you? you've never felt this much hate in a human being, ever.

scaramouche is smart as fuck and he demonstrated that loud and clear

he aced the math test that the teacher gave that wasn't even taught to him

in presentations, he speaks loud and clear and you can really understand the point he's making

he doesn't really like group works (you noticed) but if he was put in a group, he does most of the job flawlessly

sports? oh of course. he's really good at baseball (pitcher). he's also good at other sports but not as good as baseball

oh and pray that you don't get him as your opponent in debates, you will be grilled like a brisket

did i mention he sleeps in like 70% of his classes? it's not like the teachers can do anything about it. he excels in everything, at least let him sleep as a gift

the only times he would be awake is when he pulls on your strings

but of course, you're also good in all of these, that's why you both are rivals

you fight almost everyday for the top spot (and for your original seat) to the point where its a daily routine to everyone else to see you both pinching and arguing in the classroom

He doesn't have any close friends (ahem childeahem) and it's either bc ppl are intimidated by him or he just doesnt give a fuck about friends

maintaining grades is one thing, winning against him is another

you are very intellegent, yes, but you work very hard for your grades every night. losing sleep studying for upcoming quizes and making sure your projects are perfect. unlike him who doesnt even try

you havent seen him study once

and it makes you see yourself lower. you're both equally in par with your grades but thats when he doesn't even try. what happens when he takes everything seriously? what if he studies as hard as you do? where will you stand then?

but when you got 2nd place for the 3rd time this year, he took it too far

"what the hell?! this is the third time!" you looked at the results in the bulletin board expecting to see your name in first place. you studied hard, right? so then why,,,

"oh oops, looks like i did a little too well again this time. aw and i didn't even answer some of the questions because i felt bad for beating you the last two times." a snicker is heard behind you and sure enough, piercing indigo eyes is looking at yours in pure pity. "thanks i guess. are you happy now? that's three times in a row!" aether beside you is now having a deadpan expression, expecting the worst. 'alright here we go again'.

"oh yes very, you know what makes me even happier? your declaration that you're inferior to me. why do you even try anyways, it's clear to everyone that im better. you're just wasting your time burying your head in your books and notes when we both already know who's coming at the top. imagine not meeting your parent's expectations." he's now looking down on you, beating you up with words that you know damn well are true. but that doesn't mean you're not gonna fight back.

"what."

"oh you know, maybe if you tried harder, the cost of your education might be worth it for your parents. honestly, if i we're them id--"

before he could finish his sentence, a loud echoing smack is heard all across the hallway, making everyone's attention turn to the commotion. scaramouche head is now turned the other way, his cheeks beginning to flare from the hit as he glared at the culprit, you. "you motherfucking bitc-!" you tackled him and due to surprise, he fell back. aether is now alert, shouting your name trying to get you to your senses.

you gripped scramouche's collar, rasing his head from the floor and slamming it back down. "you're an asshole, you know that?! i try my best everyday and this is what i get?!!" he fights back, hand on your arm that's trying to get a hold of his hair and another on your neck, holding back your weight.

"you don't know what it's like!! you will never know what it's like being compared to your brother everytime they get a chance!! you dont know what it's like going home to nothing but words of disappointment when you did everything you can to get their approval!! you will never know what it's like for your efforts to go to waste!! you will never know the feeling of being kicked out of your own home and live in a run down apartment!! i work day and night, i lose sleep everyday, i barely have anything for myself to live, and now i have to deal with your ass every single day too?!!"

"(name)! calm down, hey-!"

"fuck off aether!"

every word you spat pricked scaramouche's heart and made him struggle from your assaults. this isn't fun anymore. he knew a bit of your situation, kazuha told him. but he never knew it was this bad. all he knew is about your parent's expectations. he didn't even attempt to fight back this time and just defends himself from your blows. 'shit, i took it too far.'

"you dont have to remind me of my incompetence! i already know, i know damn well i will never be enough!! you're right, why do i even try, right?! you're so fucking annoying, doing everything so effortlessly, like school is a nuisance!! can't i take a fucking break?!!" at this point, you cannot control your tears from falling into his cheeks, rolling down his porcelain skin.

"what are you--?!"

"why can't i be a genius like you?! why dont i have everything that you have?!! i did everything i can, what am i doing wrong?!" you are now saying intangible words that no one can decipher because of the mess of emotions you are feeling at that moment. you're about to deliver another blow when someone held you back.

"(name)! you're doing too much! thats enough!!" goddamn she is stronger than i thought, scaramouche deals with this everyday?? aether pulled you away from the tangled mess that you and scaramouche managed to create. you're struggling his hold but after a bit, you slumped down having no more strength to keep going, sobbing quietly. "...(name)?" aether said.

"...i am so tired of everything, why do i even keep trying. i.. i just want to make my parents proud..." sniffles could be heard from where you are being held my aether's arms. aether supported you from the groud and led you away from the scene and the prying eyes of other students. before you both can disappear completely, aether turned around and gave scaramouche a threatening glare. "i know you both bicker a lot but you took it too far. you are an asshole and you better change that attitude of yours or i will send you home even worse than your condition right now." and you both are gone.

scaramouche is still sitting on the floor, his arm supporting his weight, bruises are forming in his skin while he's craddling his cheek that is now very noticeably red and flaring from the slap you served him earlier. he doesn't know how to act, really. should he apologize? should he just walk away and like nothing happened? should he report you for physical abuse? he didn't know anything.

what he does know though is that he fucked up, big time. he knows that you'll never want to see his face ever again, he knows that nothing will be the same again, and he knows thag the feelings he has will never be reciprocated, after what he's done.

he actually just found out recently, when someone from the other class was making fun of you and he didn't like it one bit, he's the only one allowed to make fun of you, everyone back off. scaramouche can see the crowd dissipating, no longer interested since the main action is gone. he sat there on the floor the whole time, rethinking his life choices, wondering if he said things differently instead of those. would he be seeing you tomorrow? will you still argue with him about nonsensical bullshit? can he still hold your hand whenever you pinch him?

he heard footsteps and before he can look up, someone had smacked him in the head.

"what the fuck-!!"

"i want to say 'are you okay', but to be honest you kinda deserved that." a mop of ginger can bee seen hanging from someone's head.

"fuck off childe, and why did you smack me?!"

"because you deserve it. but y'know, it's nice having front row seats seeing you ruin your life because of that toungue of yours. aether's right you're an ass." he helped scaramouche from the floor, dusting his uniform from the filth. "ill take you to the infirmary." scaramouche can only nod, feeling lethargic after all that energy spent.

he hopes to see you the next day, acting like nothing ever happened.

part 2

#genshin impact #scaramouche #genshin headcanons #genshin scaramouche #genshin angst #angst #sumeru #kaedehara kazuha #aether #genshin kazuha #kunikuzushi #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x you #genshin impact drabble #genshin impact imagines #wanderer #genshin wanderer #wanderer x reader

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nicofics · 7 months

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Negan x Ricks eldest daughter reader

I smell angst (with a Happy Ending), enemies to lovers, secret relationship, etc.

𝙞 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪

𝘯𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘹 𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

summary: the enemy’s fallen for you, can you fall for him too?

notes: thank you for the twd request!! sorry it took so long too!! i wrote this post ts, i thought it’d suit the plot more

being ricks daughter wasn’t easy. following his rules, having the high expectations to be as good as a leader he is, and having to stay away from negan. at the start these standards were easy to follow, you and your younger brother carl, and then the newly added judith; could easily follow them. until the end of the saviour war.

your father had been dead awhile now. you knew that he was gone, but some people clung onto the fact they hadn’t found a body. one day, you were given negans food instead of michonne. you tried handing it back but, they wouldn’t take it off of you. you rolled your eyes. you didn’t want to have to see negan. you didn’t want to be reminded of what he had done.

when you had gotten to his cell, you opened the door, and walked in, plate of food in hand. “well hello the- oh. i havent seen you in awhile” negan spoke, he looked different now. he had a beard, he looked older, but you did too. “and you wont for another while” you spoke, handing him the food and sitting in the chair provided, aware of his boycott.

“it’s nice to see a new face, doll” he said, it almost made you recoil. “don’t talk to me. just eat.” you crossed your legs angrily. trying to look at anything that wasn’t him. he noticed that as he ate, though he didn’t say much. he had a feeling you’d be back again.

you had been feeding negan for a few days now. you guessed michonne got sick of listening to him complain and wanted to spend more time with judith and rj. right now you didn’t mind, you felt absolutely horrible about it but, negan was nice to be around. you found yourself waiting for his meal times, sometimes you’d even bring your own food, so you two can eat together. you hated yourself for warming up to that man.

“well hello again, doll” he spoke, a smile plastered on his face, he was glad he could actually talk to someone, someone who seemed to not mind talking to him; unlike michonne. “hey negan” you sat down on the chair, taking out your own lunch and beginning to eat.

“hey uh- (reader)? why do you like coming here? with me? after all i’ve done to you” you froze at the question, you tried to avoid answering; “pshh- eat your lunch negan” he persisted. “answer me, why?” you sighed, giving in. “i know what you’ve done. and i’ll never forgive you for that or forget it; but, being with you here, makes me feel… good?” you didn’t really know what you were saying. though negan seemed to understand. a smirk landed right on his face.

“really? well, doll, i feel the same way” he blessed you with one of his chuckles. oh shit. you were in-love with him. and he was in-love with you. right now however, you didn’t care much for the repercussions. “so.. be with me” you nodded, “yeah.. id like that.. but! nobody can know. what if maggie or daryl found out? they’d hate me!” you sighed, negan shook his head “an alright rule with me if i can be with you, ms. grimes” you laughed. you enjoyed being with negan, even after all he’d done

#fanfic #x reader #the walking dead #twd #twd x reader #the walking dead x reader #negan smith #twd negan #negan x reader #the walking dead negan #negan fanfiction #negan x you #negan fic #negan x y/n #twd negan x reader #twd negan x you #twd negan x y/n #negan

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girlboybug · 1 year

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California Gurls

"warm, wet n’ wild, there must be something in the water."

or the one where joel hasn't been to california in god knows how long, but, one thing's for certain. he loves, california girls.

what’s playing 🎧 : california gurls by katy perry

pairing : joel miller x cali!girl reader

word count : 2k

CONTENT WARNINGS : SMUTTY HEADCANON LIST, age gap, public sex, light themes of exhibitionism, heavy petting, bikini fetish, is that a thing? it is now. unprotected sex, breeding kink, creampies, oral f!receiving, blowjobs, doggy style, riding, multiple orgasms, dacryphilia, switch coded joel and reader, joel still leans towards top/dom, edging, forced orgasms, drunk/high sex

TRIGGER WARNINGS : umm i honestly can't think of any besides sex under the influence of both alcohol and weed but neither joel and reader are sober so its all around consensual as always :) if i missed anything plz lmk!

a/n : hi baes, im sorry that ive been slacking on uploading, ive been a bit burnt out, and i recently just got a job! so i fear my uploading may become more scarce but i will try my best to not let it get too bad.

ive had this au in mind for awhile n thought a headcanon list would b perfect hehe and i might make it a full fic in the future. i have a very special fic im almost done with and then a few more requests, thank u to those patient ppl who requested it, i promise i havent forgotten abt u!!! anyways sorry this is so long kjjdsjhdjsj plz enjoy and if there is anyway i can make my writing more inclusive pleaaase let me know!

joel didn't even want to be in california, but it was on the way to where him and ellie needed to go, and it was supposed to be just them two passing through, nothing less, nothing more.

but then, and of course there's always a but, on the journey both joel and ellie stumble upon a beach.

a beach with you.

culture shock for joel, like immediately. it's almost like the virus never spread to california, specifically their beaches. girls girls girls, all clad in the skimpiest bikinis and swimwear he's seen in years - or ever actually.

ellie convinces him to stay, just for a little while, and of course, he obliges, begrudgingly. the begrudging feeling and furrow in his brows slowly melts away when he's left to unwind in the warm sand, wandering eyes traveling across the beach's very underdressed inhabitants.

he lets ellie play in the water, he's more than content enjoying the view surrounding him in the sand.

you’re quick to notice the newcomers, instantly excited upon meeting new people

you make it real difficult for joel to maintain eye contact while he talks to you, he feels like he needs to physically hold his eyes in place so they don't drift down to the way your tits spill out your bikini top

he can smell the salty water, the semi sweet and unforgettable scent of sunscreen and a hint of coconut on you, and it's honestly mind numbing

and when ellie begs to stay in california for a bit longer than they planned, he surprises both himself and ellie when he jumps to say yes.

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

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you make joel never wanna leave california. when it's dark out, with the beach left empty and void of half naked and sunburnt people, it becomes a space for just you and joel.

he loves fucking you right on the sand, loves setting up your bright pink beach towel across the sandy floors just to push your face down onto it, smushing your cheek until your pretty lips pucker and sob his name when he bullies the fat head of his cock into your fluttering hole.

it was so easy getting joel to crack and fuck you, it didn't take much convincing, if anything, it took more convincing on his part to not bend you over upon immediate introductions. but when he finally lets himself have you, it's all he ever wants to do

it was a massive shock that he could keep up with your stamina, he's like what, 56? and you're a 20 something year old full of life and energy and yet he was giving you a run for your money, almost making you tap out when he forces a third orgasm of the night out of you

he loves to drag his tongue across your skin, loves to sink his teeth into the junction of your neck and shoulder when he fucks you from the back, he loves tasting the remnants of the ocean that lingers on your skin

loves to sneak off with you behind the lifeguard tower, and he loves hearing you plead with him to give you some attention.

he loves to make you beg for it. he loves pushing those tiny bikini bottoms that cover not enough, just to lap and lap and lap, at your soaked cunt.

loves to eat it til you cry, he doesn't stop until you have to push him off. he loves it when he gets to flip you on your tummy, he pulls your hips up and buries his face in your pussy, licking you up until your legs shake and can barely keep you upright, but it's okay, he's always there to keep you in place.

you enjoy feeding his ego when you tell him he's the best you've ever had, which isn't a lie

but the way he forces your knees near your ears when you whine about how his cock is the best, and the way he plunges in so deep you can feel him kiss your cervix, makes you feel like you'd say anything else he wanted to hear to get him to keep fucking you like that

sometimes he just can't keep his hands off you, so he'll pull you away to the secluded part of the beach, and make you ride him

oh you love riding him. you like feeling the slight shift in dominance that occurs when you get on top. you love pushing his chest down, letting his back connect to the sand, tons of little grains getting lost in his hair when you keep him down like that, fucking him the way you like, using his fat cock like your personal toy.

you don’t care about how sensitive he is, you make him take your tight cunt, he's the one that wanted this, so it's only fair he finishes what he started after all.

it's your turn to only get more turned on when you see his pretty brown eyes line with tears when you're fucking him through his second orgasm back to back.

you're insatiable when you're like this, drunk on his cock, and drunk on the power trip of being in control. you’re unable to stop your hips from rocking down onto his, guiding his fingers to your needy clit.

you lower yourself down to his chest, kissing his freckled shoulders, teeth grazing over his collarbones when he's whimpering in your hair, feeling too much everywhere but he doesn't tell you to stop, he takes everything you give him

loves pulling you into his chest when you've ticked him off, he keeps your back to his front, he spreads your legs and keeps them open with his ankle hooking around your's.

his strong bicep, that you love, keeps you in a loose chokehold, his free hand teasing your soaked cunt, bringing you to the edge of release just to rip it away from you. he loves kissing your sunkissed skin, feeling the warmth from being in the sun all day while he whispers for you to, shut the fuck up and behave.

his fingers circle around your clit, switching between that and burying his thick digits in your aching hole, scoffing when you sigh and whimper in relief when he pushes his middle finger in

doesn't let you finish despite your pleas and cries

he's so mean when he's mad at you. :(

he takes your bikini bottoms, pocketing them away and tossing you his flannel if you're gonna complain that much about being bare even though you're practically naked 99% of the time.

you immediately go home, throw his flannel over a pillow and hump it, trying your best to focus on the scent that wafts from his flannel, and lingers on your skin, pretending the friction you felt was from his fingers

you love getting back at joel, like when you're sitting at the tiki bar, and he's trying his best to converse with your friends

you'll snake yourself in his arms, hopping onto his lap while he sits in the barstool, accidentally letting your wet bikini bottoms soak his drying swim trunks

you also unintentionally squirm around in his lap, 'not realizing' you're grinding your ass right on his hardening cock, looking up at him in faux concern when he starts stuttering and stammering mid-convo

he grips your hips, his fingers digging into your warm skin, silently warning you

you don't heed his warnings, naturally, and instead hop off his lap, announcing to the group that you've decided to go for another session in the water, leaving him to awkwardly swivel his barstool away as to not flash his aching erection beneath his swim trunks to all your friends.

of course joel always gets the last word, he's pulling you away from the water, tugging you along with him by the rocks near the shore the furthest from everyone

little girl is gonna learn today, he mutters to himself, and you have to hide your squeals of excitement, knowing he's gonna fuck you stupid

and that he does, he makes you work for your orgasm, and that’s only if he feels nice enough in the moment

he has you on your knees in front of him while he leans his back against the sturdy surface of a large rock, his hand resting behind your head while he grunts for you to take every inch of him down your throat

s’what girls like you are good for, i’nt that right baby?

your cunt flutters at his words, he always makes you tingly from just speaking

when he’s about to cum he can never decide which is better, seeing your pretty face covered in his seed or watching you swallow it down without a single flinch

before you, joel hadn’t done anything like this in like, 20+ years, so when you think you’re done, you’re not.

his cock stays hard sometimes, and he’s more than willing to use you over and over until he’s satisfied, not that you complain, you’re always so pliable and compliant for him.

he sits you up, pulls you into his lap and makes you put it in, loves watching his fat cock disappear into your greedy cunt, sucking him in and wrapping around him like a tight glove.

holds your hips down and keeps you in place while he fucks up in to you, tugs your bikini top down and sucks on your chest, tongue messily dragging all along your salty skin, teasing your sensitive nipples with his teeth

sometimes he’ll play nice, he’ll rub your sweet little clit, cooing and kissing at your neck and cheek when you collapse in his chest, rutting on his cock while he fucks you through your all consuming orgasm.

buries his face in your neck to breathe in your scent when he’s close, whispers to you if you’ll let him cum inside, and you always say yes

grunts a few utterances of your name when he cums in you, he slowly fucks his cum inside you, the wet sound from your grinding bodies turns him on more than he can even describe, addicted to how it feels and how it sounds

loves to slowly pull out, and watch his cum leak from your hole, loves knowing he’s the first and only one, who gets to do that to you.

and when he’s at your small place, with ellie being at a girl her age’s place for the night, he unwinds in your bed with you, passing a blunt back and forth

you give him sips from whatever fruity alcoholic drink you’ve concocted that night, giggling mid kiss when you taste the mixture of a mango pineapple drink and weed on his tongue

and he always gets the munchies on nights like this, but not for food

loves devouring your pussy when he’s high, he’ll make his way on top of you, eyes ablaze, mouth parted with low breaths, eyeing you down like you’re his prey

you try to tease him by closing your legs, but that’s fine, he can work with that

he grabs your ankles, taking them in one big hand, pulling you down towards him before he lifts your legs up by your ankles, smirking to himself when he pushes your panties to the side and dives in tongue first

he can eat you out for hours, he’s just so hungry, and he can’t get enough of you

and when you’re shaking, trembling, struggling to breathe, he loves watching the violent jerk your body makes when he pushes his cock inside your messy and soaked hole, loves holding you down while you shake beneath him from your burning orgasms you just had back to back

fucks you nice and slow, wants you to feel every single inch, and every single vein inside of you, wants you to know who’s fucking you this good

and when he can’t hold off on leaving california any longer, he tries to convince you to come with him. and in the time that the pair has stayed in california, ellie has grown to like you, and naturally joins him in his pleas, begging you to come along with them.

and as much as you want to go along with them, you can't get yourself to leave. california’s your home, and it could be their’s too, you try to tell them, but you both know where the other belongs.

when he leaves, he kisses you hard enough that you pray it bruises into your lips for the rest of your life.

you make him promise to try and come by at least every summer, and with a wide smile, he says he can do that.

#joel miller x reader #the last of us smut #joel miller smut #joel miller x f!reader #pedro pascal joel miller #the last of us hbo #joel miller x female reader #ellie williams tlou #headcanon #joel miller headcanon #tlou hbo #the last of us #joel miller hbo #joel miller tlou #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller fanfic #joel miller one shot #joel miller headcanons

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jjunsolos · 1 year

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TXT REACTIONS TO - you crying over a song

when txt walks in on you crying over a sad song

pairings - txt x gn!reader (separately)

warnings - none much. reader just cries in all of the reactions

genre - fluff, tiniest of angst, crack

a/n - i got this idea after listening to ‘no me queda mas’ by selena😪 when i tell you i was BAWLINGG !! anywayyy i decided to post this since i havent been updating the smau (my bad yall) but also coz this has been sitting in my drafts for way too long😭 so i hope yall enjoy 💗

(bold = reader)

[yeonjun] <3

- bro walks in and just sees you bawling your eyes out

- confused coz wtf are you doing in the dark blasting bruno mars 🤨

- “uh… baby? are you oka-“

- couldnt finish his sentence coz you start sobbing loudly

- most definitely thinks youre going through something

- decides to sit next to you and rubs your back as you sob your heart out

- “sorry… this song is just so sad”

- “no dont apologize baby” *smiles widely* “ill be your shoulder to cry on”

- teases you when youve calmed down fs

[soobin] <3

- worried bby :(

- abt to start crying just coz youre crying (this pure soul🤧)

- sits next to you and hugs you super duper tight

- (pls keep in mind he still has yet to find out why youre crying)

- grabs a tissue box and starts wiping your tears and your snot. despite it grossing him out just a littleee 🤏 bit

- finally asks why youre crying and… welp

- his face literally goes from “🥺🤨😐😑”

- “babe i thought someone died !!! you worried me so much ahhhh”

- dramatic noises coz bby was REALLYYY worried for a second

- but its okay coz at least youre crying over something minor

[beomgyu] <3

- confused pt.1

- first instinct, as bad as it sounds, is to record you😭

- like lets be honest, the second he heard adele from the other room he alr knew you were gonna end up in tears

- comes up to you and starts fake crying

- you look at him like “🥺🤨”

- “what? you cant just cry alone. you need my cries to finish yours”

- changes the music to something else coz his throat starts hurting from all the fake crying😭

- shows you the video he took an hour later and you alr know hes laughing as he does so

[taehyun] <3

- honestly babes didnt even notice you were crying

- he came into the room to grab something and didnt notice you were crying till he turned around

- confused pt.2

- doesnt understand why youre crying till he hears ‘for you’ by bts playing

- as a fellow army himself, he understands

- grabs a box of tissue and your favorite stuffed animal and hands it to you

- and when you look at him confused, he just replies with “for the tough times”

- walks out and cooks you some nice soup for when youre done with your crying session

[hueningkai] <3

- heard sniffling and thought you caught a cold

- turns out youre crying over music :\

- kinda stands at the door like “🧍🏾”

- literally doesnt speak bc “actions speak louder than words”

- grabs one of his many stuffed animals and comes towards you with it

- “yah im gonna tickle you if you dont stop crying this instant”

- ends up tickling you anyways coz he wants to hear your furious giggles and laughs (🥹💔)

- cuddles you while rubbing your back

- “im gonna do this to you every time i catch you crying”

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bluewinnerangel · 11 months

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im so not thinking straight right now and i probably should take a minute to collect my thoughts, but im really fking emotional from that video louis posted just now. and seeing it as an acknowledgement and a thank you for all the rainbow projects. and like hes just.. showing pride?! and growth and like. just sharing vulnerability and the journey and- like. fucking hell louis. and fucking thank you joshua i assume shit this video is amazing. like. on another level. the fans highlighted and the stuff they had to say I love that, all the backstage footage packed together mixed in with the show and fan shots works perfectly, the pace the vibe the everything is just fucking chefs kiss. but then louis. what he says. the voice over. Im not processing this properly so in order to process i tried to quote the whole thing (please someone make this nicer im just fast rambling here but i think its correct obvs), he goes:

Louis:

its only been maybe 5 months or 6 months since ive been on the road, bit its felt like a long time ive b een itching to get back out here I really enjoyed myself yesterday im im looking forward to tonight, its just a bit of push and pull sometimes and thats thats thats part of the mental battle ehm at times but one things for sure you know idididi this is where i love to be i love to do those shows and i love to feel the energy of the crowd [then theres a pause and it goes to crowd shots of fans waving rainbows while SHEEE IS BEAUTYYYY] to come back and to tour this album it does feel different does feel special and a difference sense of accomplishment definitely

Fan1:

fan: trust whats going on around you and everything that you go through its just what makes you who you are like who you are as a person

Fan2:

his songs always have some form of encourangement in there hes def a big brother to all of us remind you to have faith in what you havent done yet and what you can do

and then the bit where im just bawling:

Louis:

like all this time and shes beauty i think werent as self explanatory werent as like obvious for me when i was imagining what theyd sound like live and i think steve and the rest of the bandlads(lol?) have done a brilliant job at that. sometimes when youre in your own head even tho you can see the people in front of you and and and in hindsight [this is where shots of rainbow project come in] you can see potentially the importance to it and when youre in your own head that just becomes background noise so ive i tried to be more conscious in the last couple of shows and be more like aware of those things spotting them and really taking them in

like fuck like i imasdf kjdsfamdlwj!?!!?!?!

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saffronwritings · 8 months

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❄️Bad Timing❄️

An Albedo One Shot

Wordcount: 4.9k Content Warnings: Making out? A/N: So I've been getting back into Genshin Impact more recently and I hate how much I simp over some of the men in this game. I don't know why i thought of this, but here we go. I have no idea how to write some of these characters so I'm sorry in advance, but I hope you enjoy <3

It had been over two weeks since Albedo had holed himself up at his campsite up in Dragonspine. It was deep in the snowy mountains infested with hilichurls and Fatui cronies alike. You knew why Albedo had always escaped into the mountains as he enjoyed his solitary research conditions. Sometimes he brought Klee along with him to help with experiments. Sometimes you’d even be invited to come help him with his many experiments. It was unusual to go this long without hearing from the alchemist himself.

You had volunteered to go up to the campsite to check in on your recluse alchemist friend. You had become him assistant after continuing to show up to his workshop in Mondstadt and showed interest in his experiments. You had also quickly gotten along with his younger adoptive sister, Klee. You had not gotten upset at her when she tried to blow up your cooking and he had asked if you were looking for work. He offered you a position as his assistant and the rest was history.��

Sucrose and you had been back and forth on whether or not to go out to the mountain campsite to make sure Albedo hadn’t frozen over. She had claimed he was fine and that he didnt want to be bothered. However, you knew how he got when he was on the verge of a breakthrough. He rarely slept and he also rarely ate. This was your opportunity to just go check on him, see how things were going, eat a meal together, ask when he was coming back down to Mondstadt, and head back. It was a days journey to get to his spot on Dragonspine, so as long as you left before sunset you’d at least reach the bottom of the mountain by nightfall.

You had checked the weather before you left and decided against bringing the coat Sucrose insisted you bring with you. You scoffed and had let her know that the cold was never really an issue with you. Your electr vision had usually done a good job at keeping your body temperature regulated in the cold. However, as soon as you had reached Albedo’s campsite, you were a chattering shivering mess. “Y/n! What on earth are you doing here?” Albedo asked when he turned around and saw your shaking figure.

“You hadn’t been back to the workshop in a month and we havent heard from you for about two weeks. Everyone was starting to get worried about you.” You pouted, wrapping your arms around yourself in an attempt to get some body heat back. He quickly made his way over to you and shrugged his jacket off. “No no its okay! I’m okay!” You replied through chattering teeth. He smiled at you in the way that made butterflies go wild in your stomach. As if he was fond of you and the way you were a shivering mess right now.

“Don’t be ridiculous. I can heat myself with alchemy. You on the other hand cannot.” He chuckled while shaking his head. He wrapped the warmed jacket around your shoulders. You tried hard not to blush at the action. You’d be lying to yourself if you tried to say you didn’t harbor feelings for Albedo.

It was always so easy to talk with him about anything. The topic didn’t matter. There were plenty of nights when you had spent your time up here in the mountain that the two of you would sit under the stars and talk about nothing until the sun rose. Everything felt natural with him by your side. Although, Albedo was a bit of a social pariah. He didn’t showcase his emotions as easily as any one else. He showed adoration and caring moments with his adoptive sister, and occasionally would embrace you in a hug.

However, you weren’t going to try and ruin everything you had built because of some silly feelings that managed to blossom over the time you’ve spent with the Alchemist. His hands lingered on his coat for a moment before he swiftly turned back to the beakers that were on the table he was working on. “Have you made any new discoveries in your time up here?” You had asked after a moment. You didn’t want to break his concentration or even be a hindrance to his experiments. He flashed a smile as he wrote something down in his notebook.

“Not quite yet, although the seclusion definitely helped quiet my mind.” He said as he glanced over at you and you sighed. “Have you eaten?” You pressed on, making him stop in his tracks. “I eat when I need to.” He replied in a more quieter tone. A huff of frustration exited your lips as you dropped your pack onto the open space of the table he was working on. You pulled out a takeout container of some food you had snagged in Mondstadt.

He smiled up at you as you passed over the food to him. “Were.. you worried about me?” He asked suddenly, looking at you with an intensity you couldnt define. You smiled at him while another chill ran down your spine. “Of course, I’m always going to worry about you. You’re my friend, and when youre gone up in the mountains for weeks at a time, I tend to worry about you.” You admitted, avoiding his gaze by looking over the beakers filled with mysterious liquids.

You looked up over at him when a few moments of silence had passed. There was a faint blush spread across his cheeks that took you by surprise. Was it a blush on his cheeks or just the cold wind kissing his cheeks red? “Thank you. You really didn’t have to go through all this trouble. I can take care of myself just fine.” He started, a small pout on his lips. “The atmosphere and scenery here are excellent for inspiration. And if I spend an extended period of time up here, I can get a better understanding of the geography of the area. Plus, I get to enjoy the isolation.” He explained, opening the container and sighing at the smell of the food.

“I understand, thats why I wait to come visit you. I never want to be a bother, but I still want to check up on you to make sure you’re at least doing okay.” You responded as he took the plastic utensils and dug into the food. He scooped a few mouthfuls of the food into his mouth, chewing thoughtfully at your response before swallowing the bites he had taken. “I appreciate your concern for my wellbeing. I enjoy seeing you as well. Even though I know that I’m capable of handling things by myself, sometimes I do feel comforted by having someone visit me like this.” He explained, wiping his mouth with a napkin that was next to the take out box.

You smiled at him, your heart warming at the idea that Albedo enjoyed your visits. Friendly visits. These visits were friendly. Nothing more. Another chill ran down your spine as you looked up at the sky. “When do you think you’ll be heading back down to Mondstadt? A few of the others have also been asking about you.” You mentioned, trying not to stare at him while he was scarfing down his food. He had finished up his meal when he took a sip of his water. A content sigh leaving his lips as he smiled at her.

“I’m planning to stay here for another three days. I’ll be completeing a few more projects by then. Once I’m finished I’ll return to Mondstadt. I know that everyone there worries about me being alone up here, but I hope they don’t worry too much. I am doing just fine.” He said, chuckling at the end at my raised eyebrow at his sentence. He had just scarfed his food down without even blinking twice. Yes, he could take care of himself, but he was always second to his research.

You smiled softly at him and nodded. “We know you can take care of yourself, but we are still your friends and colleagues and we still worry about you.” You mentioned, walking towards him. However, you were taken off guard when a few heavier snowflakes hit your nose. You looked up at the sky and instantly froze seeing the sudden heavy snowfall. A slew of curses flew out under your breath. “I didn’t know it was supposed to snow today…” You whispered as you weighed your options.

“You should head back to Mondstadt. I can handle myself in this environment,” He stated looking over at you with concern in his eyes. “Youre shivering. You shouldnt stay out here in these conditions.” You hadn’t broken your eye contact with the falling snow getting denser by the minute. “Do you really think I’ll make it down the mountain before the snow gets worse?” You asked in a hushed tone.

He looked out at the snow and waited a moment before responding to your question. “You might find it difficult traveling in these weather conditions…” He started. You were able to take care of yourself. You had time and time again with the hilichurls and the fatui lowlifes. However, finding yourself stuck in a snow storm, traversing these dangerous mountain slopes you weren’t so sure it would be the smartest idea. “Would you…” He started to say, trailing off as he watched the snow continue to fall in even heavier clumps. “Wait here with me for a while.” He finally finished saying to you as he turned towards you.

His full attention was on you and the offer was ringing out in your ears. You hadn’t brought a tent, you hadn’t brought anything. You hadn’t intended to stay with him. “Are.. are you sure? I don’t want to be a burden to you or be a distraction from your research. I could find caves along the way back to Mondstadt to take cover in.” You suggested and his mouth instantly turned into a frown. He instantly shook his head to your suggestion.

“You are no burden to me. If anything, you are doing a favor if you stay.” He said, making you raise an eyebrow in question to his statement. “The snow is starting to pick upm and returning to Mondstadt in these conditions would be rather dangerous. You wouldn’t want me to worry, would you?” He asked, a smile softly crossing his lips. Your face instantly burned at that sentiment. He would worry about you?

“I suppose thats fair..” You nodded, wrapping yourself in his coat. It smelled of campfires and various spices. He did cook for himself when he wasn’t fully indulging in his research. His cooking always made your mouth water. The smell of his jacket was intoxicating and you were embarrassed at how happy it made you being wrapped up in it. “The winds are picking up, we should head into the tent for shelter.” He said, grabbing your hand gentled and guiding you towards his tent. “Besides, your safety is my priority.” He smiled before entering the tent.

Your head was spinning. Was it the storm or the forced close proximity you were about to enter with Albedo. You had spent many nights talking on the floor of his tent just talking about the universe and theories with him. For some reason, this had felt more personal. You were wearing his coat and entering his tent. “We will be waiting out the storm in here for the time being.” He said behind the flaps of the entrance of his tent.

You had been in the tent a plethora of times. You weren’t sure why you were so hesitant. “Only if you’re sure you wont mind.” You said, pushing past the tent’s flaps to enter the tent. The tent itself wasn’t huge like some other travler’s would take. Albedo was able to fit a small blowup bed, a small cushion that acted as a seat, a small table with a few important items on it, and a lamp that was off at the moment. You had sat yourself down on the cushion next to his bed where he was currently sitting. “I don’t feel uncomfortable at all with you being here. In fact… if I may say so.. But I really enjoy your company.” He smiled at you, making your heart stop in its tracks.

“R-really? I also enjoy your company. I love learning from you and your experiments. And even when we’re just talking about life and things that bother us.. Sorry I’m rambling.” You muttered. You felt your face get even hotter in embarrassment. He had turned away and you werent sure if you were seeing things but it almost looked like he was blushing as well. There were a few moments of silence before he had said, “I do find the time we spend together refreshing. Especially since I keep to myself most of the time. That’s why having you here is.. a new experience.”

You had looked up and over at him. He was staring at you with a gaze you couldn’t decipher. You felt the air get knocked out of your lungs. You had taken a moment before repeating back, “A new experience?”. He had looked away, looking slightly embarrassed. “I’ve never really spent too much time with a companion, if that makes sense. Not until you came along.” He chuckled in that nervous way he only did when he felt awkward. He looked back over to you with a hint of sadness in his face. “I feel…guilty that I made you wait outside for so long in those conditions. If i knew you were planning on coming here today…” He looked away, anxiety filling his voice. “I… I should have warned you earlier that I would have been gone this long.”

You shook your head and immediately grabbed his hands. “This is not your fault. I didn’t warn you ahead of time that I was coming. I wanted it to be a surprise. I didn’t want to bother you so I hadn’t planned on staying long. I should have stopped and asked Mona or even payed more attention to the weather conditions up here. My plan was to stop by, drop off your food and return back to Mondstadt so I didn’t take up too much of your time.” You explained to him. You didn’t want him to feel guilty for YOUR mistake.

You were the worry-wart who had panicked when you hadn’t heard from him in two weeks. It was the longest he had gone without communicating back down to the workshop. Sucrose had indeed told you not to worry but he was your friend and you wanted to check in on him. You probably wouldn’t have come if you had known he was returning in three days time. You didn’t regret it because you always enjoyed his company. However, you felt bad for impeding on him and now forcing him to host you because of your ignorance and impatience.

He squeezed your hand to grab your attention. He smiled softly at you when you had finally looked over at him. “It would not have bothered me if you had decided to stay intentionally. I am quite fond of your company. It was a nice surprise to see you traveled all the way here just for me.” He explained, that faint blush crossing over his cheeks. You hadn’t imagined it but it was still hard to tell with the light dimming from the storm. The torches outside would soon go out with the force of the cold winds about to stir across the mountains.

“I’ll stay with you until the storm passes. The last thing I want to do is worry you. I’ll get out of your hair at the first sight of the storm lifting.” You nodded and he had smiled back at you. The wind howled and lashed at the tent. Within twenty minutes since you had gotten there, the storm had started to rage over the cavern. The closest torch to the tent had gone out, making it dark inside of the tent. There was a faint glow coming from the torch closer to his work table outside. You hadn’t even noticed that the two of you were still holding onto one another’s hands until he had tugged you a bit closer to him.

A little yelp had escaped your lips in surprise. You had looked over at him, your own blush returning to your cheeks at the close proximity. He had stared at you and examined your face for a few moments before lowering his gaze to your lips. “You know, I was just thinking. As much as I enjoy your company, I’m not all that happy we have to stay in here until the storm passes.. It’s more enjoyable when I can see your face.” He started suddenly. Your head was spinning in confusion. What on earth was he going on about? “Is it possible… for me to… maybe… look at you a bit closer?” He asked, leaning towards you slightly. Your face had burst into full color with his request. You felt his hand in yours and your heartbeat had quickly fastened itself to mockspeed. You weren’t sure if you heard him correctly, but he was staring at you with an intensity that you knew you would have to answer. “You.. you’re more than welcome to.. Look closer if you so wish..” You answered, feeling your heart beating against the wall of your chest.

You weren’t sure what was happening. However, he had pulled you onto his bed to sit next to him. He had wrapped his arms around your shoulders in an attempt to keep your shivering form warm. “You know.. You’re rather attractive.” He had started, making you snap your head in his direction, seeing the smile spread across his lips. You felt yourself trapped in his eyes, looking back and forth from his eyes and his lips. You couldnt think straight with him so close to you.

You and Albedo had talked about everything from science to the little things that Kaeya did that irritated the both of you. You knew of his background, you knew him to the depths of his core. He knew things about you that you hadn’t told anyone. He had never once made a comment on your appearance. Let alone one that was in your favor. You couldnt think of anything to say. You were stunned silent. He had caressed your cheek with his hand as he continued, “You’re also very pretty… and lovely. Your personality is also very charming.”

He slew of compliments had your head spinning. What had gotten into him? This wasn’t his usual shy and laid back demeneor. Your cheeks must have been the same color of an apple at this point. Your heart felt like it was going to explode out of your chest. You were waiting for him to say he was joking and to chrush every single one of your feelings for him into the ground. He had gripped your chin lightly between his thumb and pointer finger to gently lift your head to look at him. His eyes flickered from your own eyes down to your lips. He had licked them anxiously after doing so.

His breathing was ragged and fast. You couldnt tell what was going on with him but you secretly didn’t want it to stop. “Do you think… do you think I could…” He started, stuttering and stumbling over his words. His face was also tinged red with every word that escaped his lips. “Do you think I could try and have my first kiss with you?” He finally finished out his sentence. It felt like he had just punched you in the gut. You felt the air leave your lungs and you stared at him in confusion but also in excitement. “I… I think i like you.. I’m not entirely sure what I’m feeling, but I have never felt this way about anyone before…” He admitted.

You stared at him for a moment, waiting for him to say he was just kidding or something hurtful. It wasn’t his usual character, he was never one to play pranks on people. Yet, you couldn’t figure out what had brought this out of him all of a sudden. The two of you had plenty of opportunities like this over the past year you had gotten to know him. Stolen glances and shy smiles that turned into constant conversation. Nowhere along the way had you noticed the boy you had been harboring feelings for had been harboring feelings for you right back. You felt like this was a dream you didn’t want to wake from.

“You… you want to kiss.. me?” You managed to stutter out after realizing you hadn’t said anything back to him. He had nodded and looked away with that blush still spread across his face. “Y-yes... I do. I... I am not sure if this is a feeling that you share... but... you mean... everything to me, Y/N. You are the one person who I can trust and truly care for. When I'm with you... everything just... makes sense.” He stammered out, unable to look back at you from his embarrassment.

You had noticed the way he had been speaking extremely nervously, the only time you’ve heard him be this unsure or nervous around you. You felt your chest tighten with the anxiety of speaking your feelings out loud. If Albedo wasn’t serious, this would change the entire course of your friendship together. You just couldn’t pass on the opportunity to get everything out in the open. You had squeezed his hand to make him look over to you.

“I.. I've.. I've had feelings for you for a while.. but as your assistant I never thought we'd be together..” You finally admitted. You had closed your eyes for a moment to catch you breath and were met with his lips meeting yours briefly. You had let out a squeak in surprise and when he had pulled away, you had opened your eyes to meet his stunning teal eyes. It was like you were seeing him for the first time again. There was longing and adoration in those eyes of his now and you leaned into the gentle touch of his hand caressing your cheek. “I... have always had feelings for you, Y/N. Even if you were my assistant, I have never looked down on you or considered you any less than an equal. I… I know that we are both... somewhat inexperienced in matters of romance, but it's something that I... I really want with you for some reason... something that I have never wanted to pursue with anyone else before.” He admitted, pulling your hand with his free hand to his lips. He gently brushed his lips against the back of your hand and you felt your whole body light on fire. You could swear there were drums in your ears from how hard your heart was pounding.

Albedo wanted you.

Your eyes darted from his astonishing teal eyes to his lips and you wanted nothing more than to kiss him again. He was staring intently at you and your motions. You met his intense gaze and nodded your head. That was enough for him to crash his lips onto yours once again. This time, you reciprocated the kiss. Fervently kissing his back with the same passion and same intensity. The two of you kissed passionately for what felt like eternity. You were the first to pull away, panting at the interaction. You felt like you couldnt get enough oxygen. Your head was spinning trying to grasp that had actually happened. You placed your forehead against his gently, smiling as you tried to catch your breath.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited to do that.” You had both said at the same time, making you both chuckle out. You had lovingly caressed his cheek as he had stared at you with such passion and intensity. “Our connection has always been so.. easy..” You continued. During the passionate kiss, you had somehow ended up straddling his lap. You don’t remember how you got there, but in the heat of the moment the two of you must have tangled up like this. You didnt mind being this close to him now that both of your feelings were out in the air.

“Your warmth… I want to feel more of it.” He said, wrapping his arms around your waist. He had placed kisses to your forehead, your temple, your lips and your jaw. “Your embrace... I crave for it. Your touch... I need to feel it. Your love…” he trailed off, kissing down your neck eliciting a soft moan from your lips. “...I want to possess it.” He said before attacking your neck more passionately with his hands moving down to your waist. Little mewls and gasps escaped your lips at the sudden attention to your neck.

“You are all I have ever wanted and more, Albedo.” You whispered before catching his lips with your own, running your hands through his hair. The breath caught in his throat, his breathing heavy and he continued to kiss you more intensely. He broke the kiss to caress your cheek, his eyes gleaming with passion “You… are the most.. The most..” he started to say before encapturing your lips with his again. He couldnt keep his hands or lips off of you.

He deepened the kiss, swiping his tongue over your bottom lip begging for access. You obeyed quickly and felt his tongue slowly swipe against your own. You felt your body light on fire, you felt like every touch was incinerating you. He parted from the kiss to once again press tender kisses to your neck, trailing up to your ear. “I… I love you.” He whispered, making you freeze instantly. You had pulled away from him momentarily to look at him in the eyes. You waited for him to say something but his embarrassment was apparent.

He had meant that. You stared at him intensely for a few moments before you were able to gather the courage to ask, “You love me?”. You felt him stiffen at the words but you saw how his face turned a deeper red. He was looking down at you with a shy look on his face. “ I... I feel a sense of love for you. Do I truly love you? I'm not sure... but... these feelings…” he trailed off, brushed a piece of your hair behind your ear. “ ...are something that I have never experienced with anyone else. I've never felt this way before with anyone else, and... I think I want more.” He continued, once again gently grabbing one of your hands to interlace your fingers together.

He had avoided your gaze, and you could tell the tension was thick in the air. He was worried he crossed a line and you had lifted his head to meet your gaze. “I have loved you from the moment we met. I fell harder for you when you would come to me excited about a new breakthrough you found. I think I have always loved you, Albedo.”

His eyes turned from shy to passionate within a moments time. He still was caressing your cheek, the adoration pouring from his actions. “I... I love you more than words can express. You are the only one... who knows me... and yet doesn't judge me. You are the only one... who does not run away in fear when I show the truth of my form. Thank you... for being my first love... my assistant... my everything.” He mumbled, kissing you inbetween sentences and running his hand through your hair.

It almost felt overwhelming. This was not how you expecting this visit to turn out. It felt like your wildest fantasies were playing out right in front of you. You’d pinch yourself but you were afraid that you’d wake up from this blissful event unfolding in front of your eyes. “No.. thank you for allowing me to become your assistant.. for letting me into your very secluded world.” You paused to press a soft kiss to his lips. “You are no monster, you are the most wonderful alchemist I have ever met. laces her fingers into one of his hands you gave me purpose.. so thank you for loving me.” You admitted, tears streaming down your face. Albedo wiped them away from your cheeks with tender love.

You two spent a moment just holding each other in both each others arms and in each other’s gazes. You flicked your eyes to his neck that was out on display and latched your lips onto it. Making your way slowly up his neck like he had done to you. A small whimper left his lips as you continued your onslaught to his skin. He tried to mumble out a few words but was too intoxicated from the affections. It wasn’t until you had pulled away to notice some marks left on his neck that left you smiling in satisfaction.

His eyes were dark with desire and you felt yourself squirm with his gaze. He once again captured your lips with his, kissing you fervently. In between kisses he managed to get out, “I cannot.. express my love for you in words..”. He had broke the kiss completely and hovered over a spot on your neck before saying, “Let me show you with my actions.”

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