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justcallmeanobsessor · 9 months

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-A Deal With The Devil-

-Trigger Warnings: Dud-Con, Sexual Content, Size Difference, Mentions of Claws, oral sex

-Pairings: Demon! Male x gn Witch! reader

INTRO:

Only an orange glow of candle light lit up the sight in front of me. His yellow eyes stared up at me with hunger, claws digging into my thighs as his tongue dipped deeper into my depths. Reaching every spot it can, he left no crevice untouched as if he was claiming me for himself. This wasn't how I thought this would go. All I wanted was a simple contract to help me with my endeavors, instead I have this demonic creature on his knees, groaning at the taste of me.

Many would say my thirst for knowledge knows no bounds for what I am about to attempt but others would say I'm just plain stupid and maybe I am. It's not every day that you call on the forces of hell to help you with discovering the secrets of the universe and accomplish your life goals but I also guess for my kind it's just as natural as adopting a new cat. Though this cat is much larger and has a few tricks up its sleeves that most definitely shouldn't be taken lightly unless you want to be left with a few less limbs.

In a cottage, I knelt beside a pentagram that sat in the midst of a circle of dark red candles. A book of seances and spells sat in my hands. My courage to go on with the summons was starting to slowly fade as everything became a bit more real but the thoughts of what I'd gain from this pushed me to finally start the chanting.

After a while I had gotten to the end of the lengthy paragraphs written in old latin. Nothing happened. Not even a flicker of candle light. ‘Great, Well this was a waste of time’ I thought as I stood from my kneeling position moving to start cleaning up the mess I had made, no need to start an unwanted conspiracy by someone stumbling upon this sight.

Just as I was about to smudge a line in the pentagram a strong light emitted from it painting the walls of the room in blood red. My wonder was short lived for just like it had started in only a few seconds it was gone even sooner.

My eyes took a couple of seconds to adjust again but once they did what stood before me left me in awe. A beautiful man was standing there and a scowl of what looked to be annoyance sat on his pale face. He narrowed his brightly glowing eyes at me examining my body and then moving to the room around us, glancing and inspecting every crevice yet not moving a foot from where he stood. ‘Why have I been summoned, Witch.’ he spat out the word ‘witch’ with absolute disgust, crossing his arms in the process. “I-i-i…..” I stammered trying to get the words out but failing miserably. “Well! Spit it out, I don't have all day!” His annoyance with this whole situation seemed to increase exponentially more with every passing second. “I-um I want to make a contract with you!” The end of my sentence came out rushed and more demanding than I had wanted.

He crosses his arms and stands straighter, looming over me. “You, an insolent little witch, want to make a contract with me?” “Yes, I do.” I straighten my posture as well, looking up into his golden eyes. “I want you to help me with my discoveries, I want knowledge and nothing more.” I started to get a bit more confident but the sudden condescending laugh he let out diminished that quickly. “And what do you have that I would want in return for giving you this ‘knowledge’ that you desperately seek?” I froze, I had entirely forgotten that I needed to give something in exchange. How could I forget this?!

Most witches would use a valuable object or artifact in return for the demon's help but I had yet to obtain anything of the sort. I didn't have anything that would be of value to a demon, all that I really owned was myself and the clothes on my back, everything else belonged to the coven. Wait. “Well, what do you have, little witch?” This may be the stupidest idea ever but this is my last and only chance. “I'll give you myself.” “What?” He looked down at me with shock and confusion. “My body and soul are yours if only you complete my requests and help me in my endeavors!” his shock turns into a smug grin mockingly. “Do you even know what you are proposing little witch?” “Yes-yes I do!” I'm unsure of what he means by that. I'm basically offering myself up as a puppet for his biddings. “I'm unsure if you know the extent of what you have offered me but I guess that's more fun.” confusion washes across my face. Damn demons and their games. “Well, do you agree?” He closes his eyes, holding his chin in between his clawed thumb and pointer finger in thought. “It seems with such a precious offer I have no other choice but to accept.” He purred, holding out his hand to seal the contract between us. I lift mine into his and as he holds my hand our difference in size becomes even more noticeable. He could break me in half with little to no effort.

Our hands were wrapped in a golden light, scaring the skin below and ceiling the contract with it. I had moved to pull my hand from his, he had different plans. Pulling my smaller frame into his chest and bringing his mouth to my ear he spoke. “I think it's time to show you exactly what you have offered up.” I still was utterly confused as to what he was talking about but everything became more obvious to what he had been alluding to when his tongue licked up the side of my ear, his teeth nibbling on the tip causing a moan to ripple from throat. My hands came up to my mouth, horrified at the noise I had just made. The demon chuckled, prying my hands off my mouth. “Don't hide those pretty noises from me, little witch.” With those growled words a blush had made its way to my face and a fog of lust began to wash over my mind.

He went back to his work, licking at the shell of my ear then moving downwards leaving kisses and bites in his path. As he got to the base of my neck he sucked hard enough to leave a deep bruise that would be noticeable to anyone who even glanced at it, in a way, he seemed to be marking me as his.

He was slow with his actions but they were calculated and rough, making me shiver with pure pleasure. No matter how much one half of me wanted to refuse, I just couldn't bring myself to, not even as he removed my shirt and made his way down to my chest. Not even as his tongue circled around my nipple, sucking and nibbling at it while his hand tugged and twisted the other between his fingers. I had no knowledge of just how sensitive I was until this very moment, with both the work of his mouth and hands sending waves after waves of pleasure towards my nethers. My knees had begun to buckle underneath me but before I had the chance to be taken by the pleasure completely and fall to the ground below, he caught me in his arms leading me to lay on the wooden planks of the cottage as he finished stripping me of my clothing.

He knelt between my legs spreading my thighs apart, groaning at the sight of my throbbing hole. He wasted no time in dipping his head down and liking at my entrance causing a moan to fall from my lips. He lifted his golden eyes to look at me, a smirk forming on his face as he plunged his tongue into my depths not moving his eyes away from me.

My head whipped back as I held myself up on my elbows. His tongue licked over every inch of my insides not leaving anything untouched, claiming everything he could reach. Hitting every pleasurable spot inside me, taking all I am for his own and leaving me only wanting more so much more. “Please please!” He pulled his tongue out from my hole leaving me whining to be filled again. “Please what? Use your words little witch.” “Please, more.” I whined just wanting something inside me. “Hmm I don't think you deserve more just yet.” What was he talking about? He can't be serious, is he really playing games right now? “Fuck! I'll do anything Just do something!” I yelled out in frustration. “I don't like being ordered around, little witch.” He growled lowly as he pulled me up by my hair, shoving my face into his crotch. His hard cock resting against my cheek. “Suck.” He commanded. I didn't fight back, licking a line up to his head and then suckling on the tip. Swirling my tongue as he groaned, putting his hand on the back of my head and shoving me down his length till my nose hit his pelvis.

As I was Gagging and struggling to breath he pulled back thrusting into my throat again. I breathed through my nose as he continued his relentless thrusts. My fingernails digging into his thighs leaving crescent indents. Tears pricked my eyes with the strength he was using, my lips starting to get sore. As his thrusts started to spasm he shoved his whole cock in my mouth when a thick warm liquid ran down my throat. “Swallow.” he demanded, then removed his length from my mouth. I did as he said, gulping down the salty liquid and opening my mouth to him to prove that I had. “Good, little witch, maybe next time I'll reward you.” Wait he isnt going to leave me like this is he? “What? but i-!”

“You didn't actually think I'd give you something in return after how you spoke to me?” I went quiet, looking down in shame and frustration as he started to clean himself up. “Like I said you don't deserve it yet, little witch.” This smug ass fucker. The next thing I knew he was gone leaving me desperate and frustrated. This is not at all how I thought this would turn out.

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justcallmeanobsessor · 9 months

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justcallmeanobsessor · 9 months

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-Puppy Love-

-Trigger Warnings: Dub-Con, Sexual Content, Animalistic Behavior, Slight Gore, Mentions of Blood/Claws, Pouncing on reader, Violence, Monster, knotting

-Pairing: Male Werewolf x gn Vampire!reader

INTRO:

His hot breath fans across my face. His heavy body lays atop me, warming my cold skin. His eyes look at me as if I'm his prey, entirely forgetting about the mangled corpse that lies just a few feet away. This look is one of a man that has been starved for years and has just caught sight of his favorite treat. It runs chills across my spine and I can almost feel my once pumping heart skipping a beat. This is wrong, so very wrong, it wasn't meant to be like this but how hard it is to refuse him when he begs me so earnestly with those puppy dog eyes.

The night was a full moon, the perfect time for a hunt, though the human that had caught my eye seemed to think otherwise. Instead it decided to make this way harder with running from me. ‘Great.’ I cursed with annoyance but before I could even go after the blood bag, a ball of dark brown fur barreled in front of me towards the panicking human. The human could barely get even 10 more feet away till it was caught in the teeth of the fury creature.

To say I was pissed is an understatement. This mangy mutt just stole my meal right from under me. “Hey! That was my catch!” He didn't even bother to look up from what was supposed to be my drink for the night, instead he just kept ripping apart pieces of flesh and eating with no care for cleanliness, like some damn rabid animal.

I couldn't hold back my anger any longer from this insolent bastard. I walked up to him and with all my strength I ripped him off the mangled flesh, pinning him to a tree so we are chest to chest or more like my face to his chest. He was tall to say the least, I had to crank my neck back to meet his eyes.

I bared my fangs at him, hissing in a warning as he snarled a low grumble. “Get. Off. Me.”

His growled words did not faze me in my blinded rage. “That was MY catch, you damned fleabag!” I shouted at him, unable to comprehend my own anger and annoyance, “You were too slow.” He smirked, baring his canines at me “That's your excuse!” This guy was pushing my patience.

“Food is food, I don't need an excuse to eat, angel.” I paused, the word of endearment he had called me caught me off guard as I stared wide eyed at him in silence, a warmth spreading across my face, most of me disgusted at what he had called me and the other half kinda lik- I quickly shook my head as I noticed him still staring at me with that stupid ass smirk. “Just! stay out of my way you mangy mutt!” “Anything for you angle” He winked at me as I let him go, shoving him a bit as I did so. He then left, without even another glance at neither the once living prey nor me.

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A month had passed since that annoying encounter and instead of staying out of my way, he seemed to be popping up even more. Always to intercept or disturbed my meals and always with that. Same. Stupid. Smirk. “Having a nice meal angle?” “To slow, again angle” “Fancy seeing you hear angle.” He's a pest that's what he is, a pest that I can't get rid of.

I was once again back on another hunt that had turned successful. As I stood in the midst of the dark forest with my fangs deep in the neck of an unsuspecting human girl. Drops of blood ran down my chin as I drank my fill, humming with delight of finally getting something to drink after days without anything because of that pesky mutt.

Sadly my peace was quickly cut short at the sound of rapid footsteps approaching and the heavy scent of musk filling my sense of smell to a point that it made my head spin and my mind turn foggy. I was brought out of my haze by the feeling of my back hitting the cold forest ground. A large frame was above me, laying all its wait on my body, pinning me between the ground and its warm body. Its pants brushed over my face with a scent of iron on its breath.

As I looked up I was pissed to see the one and only smug ass fleabag laying on top of me. Though It took me a bit to notice that instead of having his usual smirk, he looked at me with a flushed face and begging eyes. It was disgusting how that cocky bastard could revert to such a state with no shame, has he no self respect?

That thought was further solidified as he started to grind against me and to my horror, his length was already hard and prodding at my clothed entrance. He whined and whimpered into my ear. “Please, please, Please~” He begged over and over again. A blush now starting to arise on my cheeks without my wanting. The scent of him started to make ressisting become even harder as it clouded my mind. This was wrong, this was SO wrong. Our kinds are enemies, we would become outcasts if anyone ever found out but no matter how wrong it was, it just felt. So. Very. Right. So in my foggy state my resistance faltered and I said “Yes.”

He wasted no time in ripping off every piece of clothing that was separating our bodies from each other. After throwing the tattered pisces somewhere behind him, he put his body flush against mine once again. His fur was softer than I had imagined and the scent of him seemed to be embedded into every strand of brown fur. He rubbed himself against me, scenting my body and providing stimulation to his weeping cock that hung between us, hard and much larger than anything I could imagine. “That's not going to fit!” I cried to him, he responded with licks to my face, cleaning off the blood from my chin. If this was his way of trying to comfort me it definitely was not working.My mind panicked, knowing that this was going to hurt.

He positioned himself between my legs and with his clawed hands, pulled my feet to rest on his shoulders, bending me to better angle his head to my quivering hole. I had thought maybe some side of him was still rational and he would at least take it slow but I guess I underestimated his animalistic side, because within a few seconds he slammed into me with a forceful thrust, sheathing his whole cock inside of me with one movement. His hands held my hips to keep me in place, which further intensified the feeling of his length filling every inch inside of me.

My mouth had fallen agape in a silent scream. My back arching off the ground as he continued to thrust into me, not giving my body a single second to adjust to his size. My hands clambered for something to hold on to, finding the soft fur of his back and griping the fur with all my strength, pulling every so often, making a low groan come from the whimpering beast above me.

He sped up his movements, thrusting into my depths like an animal in heat. I look down to where his cock is spreading to me only to see a bump from right above my pelvis every time he enters me. Just the sight pulls a moan from my throat.

I throw my head back when he angles himself that hits a spot inside of me, immediately drawing me to an orgasam that leaves my body trembling with pleasure. My hole grips around his length as he continues to thrusts. I start to feel the base of his cock grow, stretching me even more and with one last thrust deep inside of me, he releases his seed with a loud moan, collapsing on top of me.

Pants are all that are heard in the dark forest, his body rests on me as we come down from our highs. The knot at the base of his cock connects us and makes it impossible to detach from each other without something being damaged. After a few minutes he raises his head to look at me, a smirk back on his face. He moves to pick me up from the ground, my legs dropping to wrap around his waist. As he holds me to be level with his smug face. He says one thing that makes my whole body both turn frigid and go completely hot. “My Mate.” Shit.

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justcallmeanobsessor · 9 months

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-Unseen Stalker-

-Trigger Warnings: Non-Con, Sexual Content, Stalker, Yandere, Hinting at Death

-Pairing: Supernatrual Yandere x gn Reader

INTRO:

I am warped in warmth while I sleep in the arms of a faceless creature. Their hands caress my hips as they lay behind me, our legs tangled in a way where you can't tell where one of us starts and the other begins. They mold us together so tightly to ensure I can never leave their side, so I can never escape from them.

I had recently moved to a small town with little to no plan and with almost nothing but the house that was now in my name. So here I stood looking up at the tall wooden structure with a less than friendly appearance, trying to convince myself to step inside. As I continuously sike myself out of stepping into my new humble abode of a murder house, It starts to rain ‘how classic’ I say out loud, less than amused. And as if the world was offended by my sarcastic remark, the drizzle of rain turned into a full blown storm in the matter of seconds.

With my clothes now soaked, I ran into the death trap that I now call home, to find the few boxes of items I brought along, all piled in the foyer. The house was bigger than imagined with a grand stairway right in front of the main door and one larger door on each wall to the sides of me. The left leads to the kitchen and the right looks to be a living room with a clam glow of an orange light coming from it. The house looks decrepit with cobwebs everywhere and you can see the wall paper peeling off.

As I take one more look around I hear a creak of the floorboards coming from the living room, I freeze in place, flight or fight instincts kicking in. It felt like I stood there frozen in place for hours but was probably only a few seconds. The only thing shaking me out from my frozen state was my need to take a breath of air that I didn't even notice I was holding. Every ounce of my body told me to run and get the hell out of there but the sound of thunder behind me served as a warning to not leave and the feeling of something pulling me towards the growing warmth of the living room did nothing to help my need to escape from this fright fest of a house. ‘It was probably just the house settling.’ I brushed off but In my rationalization I failed to realize when my feet started to move on their own, leading me towards the doorway of the living room.

I seemed to gain control again when I was sitting on the dust covered couch in front of a fireplace that seemed to have lit itself. I was both in awe and completely petrified at how this could be possible. Did someone light it before my arrival? But then why didn't I see a light from outside?

Yet as more time passed the fire seemed to wash away my worries and the exhaustion of the long day of travel seemed to overtake me as I laid my head on the plush coach. In my half sleeping state the sight of a figure in front of me went unnoticed with my drowsy mind.

The next morning I awoke to a blanket covering me and the once burning fire had been put out. While trying to come up with an explanation for this, I had yet to realize that this was just the beginning of these strange encounters.

Overtime Things would be done without me doing them, like dishes and laundry, even coming down to a meal that was already prepared. I would also have little notes pop up, that were more than strange, most were compliments written in elegant cursive, then others looked frantic begging me to stay and how much they longed for me. I came to the conclusion that It was a stalker, especially when I had begun to lose items of mine, be it a toothbrush or a piece of clothing. To say I was creeped out was an understatement.

This went on for at least a month when I finally decided to call the cops who I found completely unhelpful. When they couldn't find anything they just brushed it off, cocking it up to teens making a prank and animals that found a way in the house, oh how wrong they were.

I have to say, now I entirely regret ever calling them, for the events that took place after was a nightmare brought to life.

The days after, I was bombarded with dozens of letters from the unknown stalker. The handwriting was crazed and forceful, like they were putting all their strength into writing each letter. All of them all had the message of a singular word that caused chills to run down my spine. MINE. To say I was scared shitless is an understatement.

After a while the notes turned into nightmares filled with the same voice repeating that word over and over again. MINE MINE MINE. Getting louder with every repetition. After a week of this I didn't try to stay in that house for any longer. I was afraid that if I did I would start to believe the unknown creatures' words, that maybe in some way I was thei- NO. I shook my head rapidly trying to clear it of these thoughts as I ran to my car as fast as possible, speeding out of the driveway and down the road but not without getting a glimpse of a tall figure standing in the window. I didn't stay any longer to investigate who or what that was because frankly I value my life and just staying in that house for as long as I did was an utterly stupid decision.

As I continued to freak the hell out and put together what was happening, I failed to notice the headlights that were coming right for me and with a screech of tires and the view of my car heading straight towards a tree, I fell unconscious as the same word echoed in the back of my mind. MINE MINE MINE.

WIth the cushion of my bed beneath me and the warmth that engulfed me, for a second I thought everything that had happened was just a bad dream that my mind made up from watching to many horror movies but through the sounds of my own breaths my hopeful thoughts were rudely interrupted by the growl of the very same words that caused my whole body to convulse and my brain to be put into panic mode, MINE. A baritone voice echoed into my ear with a breath of air fanning across my face as it spoke that one frightening word solidifying where I stand in this predicament, I have no choices, what I am and what I have belongs to them and only them.

This only becomes more real when I feel their rough hands move from around my middle to my hips, caressing me as if to calm my rapidly beating heart. YOU'RE MINE. They keep saying over and over again, like an echo in my mind. Their demonically enchanting voice does nothing to help my panic that seems to increase. I try to wiggle out of their grasp but to no avail. Instead they pull me back into them even harder, making my back flush against them, allowing me to feel their growing erection that rests between my thighs. I struggle even more, disgusted, unwanting of what I might be in for if I stay in the arms of this unknown being.

The next sound that comes from this makes me stop my struggles instantly. An unearthly groan of pure pleasure rips through the silence of the room as he pulls my hips closer to him, grinding his length into the crevice of my ass. I try to scream but my throat closes in on itself keeping any sounds from escaping. His hands slip down my hips into the waistband of my pants pulling it along with my underwear down to my mid thigh, leaving just enough room to gain access to my hole. My mind races, panicking on what is about to happen. As my eyes are blocked with my unshed tears, all my thoughts are pushed away by a fog coming over my mind when I feel his bare length rub against my thigh.

I gasp and look over my shoulder to see who my perpetrator is, but all I see is the empty bed beside me and yet I can still feel them there, I can still feel their hands caressing me, I can still feel their breath against me, and I can still feel the head of their dick sliding it’s way into my hole. I tried so hard to scream for help and now I'm trying even harder to not let out a single moan, I can not give them the satisfaction they want.

I'm stuck in place as I hear them groan loudly when they finally sheath themself fully inside of me. After a few seconds they begin to move into me, holding on to my hips to pull me back with every thrust making their cock sink deeper into me than I have ever thought possible. As they speed up their thrusts they angle themselves in a way that hits a spot that makes my efforts of holding back my voice go in vain as I let out a loud moan that echoes against the walls of the bedroom.

They chuckle breathlessly into my ear, amused at my fruitless struggles. After one moan it was impossible to stop the onslaught of sounds that came after almost putting porn stars to shame. I had gone from cursing this beast to begging them for more within seconds and this being did not hold back on giving me what I asked. Their thrusts had sped up to ungodly speeds and the force of them caused the bedframe to shake. I felt the coil of pleasure form in the pit of my stomach, that tightened with every calculated thrust they made. Soon they had me screaming beside them in a pile of sweat and tears trying to calm from the high they had brought me to.

they did not stop their onslaught of thrusts, even with my body that had become sensitive to the touch.

I begged them to stop when the pleasure soon turned into pain. All that they responded with was a grunt in acknowledgment yet still did not relent till they finally came with a few more thrusts letting out their warm fluid inside of me with a loud groan of pleasure. My face was covered in tears and snot. My body, spasming from the overstimulation. I hiccuped as their hands rubbed over my hips in a comforting manner. They refused to pull out of me, so they stayed there unmoving from their place within me. Pumping into me every so often. Even when I tried to move my hips away from them, they would pull me right back on to their cock. STAY. They grumbled, more as an order than a question. I stayed in that spot, sobs still raking through my body, knowing that against this unknown creature I have no chances of escape.

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justcallmeanobsessor · 10 months

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justcallmeanobsessor · 11 months

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-An unexpected obsession-

This is just a dabble of something that I may or may not extend on.

Trigger Warning: implied abuse, start of obsessive behavior, a bit yandere

All I can remember was that I was running, running as fast as I could, to get away from them. I can still feel the way my lungs burned as I struggled to get a breath in through the heavy rain and my quickening movements. My knees starting to give out from exhaustion but the memory of their faces taunting my every move, dragging me back to that hell they called home, It kept me moving forward knowing the pain I would receive if I stopped would be so much worse than the what I feel in my tired legs.

The day had started out like any other would in the midst of spring, gloomy, with gray clouds stretching out for miles like an endless sea of water, blocking out the rays of glistening sunlight, leading me to be more weary than I already have been for the past few weeks. It was raining harder than ever, as I rapidly moved my heaving legs to the bus stop a few blocks away from where I came from. The water from the puddles soaked through my shoes numbing my toes with its frigid temperatures, my hair stuck to my face obstructing my view, along with my already drowsy state pulling down my eyelids like shutters to a window, I guess that's what led me to this situation.

I could barely see past my soaked hair and the downpour of rain, that when someone else appeared in front of me I was too slow to stop from crashing into their back with such a force that I immediately bounced back with a groan, falling with the impact of it. Even though I was falling I did not hit the ground, I then realized the said person caught me by my sleeve like it was nothing, as if I was but a mere weight of a feather compared to their strength that they held me with, but yet their hold on me was as gentle as you would hold a flower petal.

She was gorgeous, like nothing i've seen before, her hair was dark red and cut into a short wavy bob that framed her face perfectly, she was tall and regal like a goddess of sorts, and held herself with such confidence and an air of calmness that I immediately felt at ease and admired her for everything she was though I new she was someone I could never even begin to compare to.

“Are you ok darling?” She spoke with such ease it made me swoon more than I already was. Darling, she called ME darling. That is all I could think of, such a loving word usually reserved for those you care for and here she is calling me, a stranger with no real interesting aspects, darling.

“Uh, yes i'm alright, thank you for catching me” I flashed an awkward smile at her while inside I hoped she would stay or give me her name so that I just might have a chance of finding her again and maybe just a little for the sake of knowing such a perfect person by name. Honestly, I wouldn't really have the confidence to talk to her. Especially when it seems so easy for her while I struggle to even say ‘hi’, though deep down I fantasize about how effortless a conversation with this angle might be, if only I could say something more.

In return she smiled back with closed lips, with her smile reaching every part of her face in a bright glow, wrinkling the corner of her eyes, emerald gems that shone with an emotion I could not uncover but it was not sad or happy but almost curious. But that is absurd, there is no reason for her to be feeling those things, to be interested in such a heinous person as me.

After our small exchange of grins we parted our ways with a kind goodbye and a wave of our hands, no exchange of names or ways to contact the other again but maybe just maybe this might not be the last time we meet.

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