Hi!! Your writing is so good. If you have the time could you pls continue hold him down?
thank you so much for all of your writing it really keeps me going <3
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Hey there. Thanks for the request đ„°
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Part 1
Hold Him Down, Part 2
âIs this a real Rembrandt?â the villain asked, pausing to admire the painting.
âGood eye,â Ember said, handing him some tea. They switched the lamp on as the last gasps of the sunset outside cast fire along the tall walls of the study.
âAndras hated portraits,â Ivan â the villain â said. âWould always complain about feeling watched.â
It was odd to hear someone refer to the supervillain by their first name.
Languidly, the villain pulled his eyes from the painting, and ambled to the rich leather sofas. âAlright, ask your boring questions.â
Whenever things got bad, really bad, and Ember envisioned this precise moment to comfort themself, it usually came with the mental image of Ivan cuffed to a table under an interrogation light. Instead, they settled on the sofa across the villain.
âWhat happened to Suspect #42?â they started, referring to the supervillainâs call number.
âPoisoned.â Ivan placed his teacup in its saucer. âThe culprit hasnât been found yet.â
âSo heâs dead?â
âOh lord no.â Ivan grinned. âItâll take a lot more than that to kill the Eve of Destruction.â
âIâve always hated the names you villains give yourselves.â
Ivan shrugged. âA little pazazz makes the workday fly.â
Ember leaned back, and assessed their enemy. âWhat is he planning?â
They expected the villain to refuse to answer, but Ivan didnât hesitate.
âOther than claiming this city district by district until he can hold the whole area hostage?â He shot a knowing look, as though sharing a joke. âWe were going to target the stock exchange building next week, and use that as a foothold to take over Upper Town. After that the plan was to infiltrate Warnerâs Street and strengthen our connections with its crime syndicates.â
Ember swallowed. If that plan had succeeded, then the battleâs front lines would have inched eerily close to the heroesâ home base.
âHowever,â Ivan continued, turning to view the sunset, âI think those plans are out the window now.â
â42âs condition is really that bad?â
Ivan nodded. âAnd it will only get worse if he doesnât receive treatment.â
Ember tilted their head. âIs that why you came here? To bargain for medicine?â
âActually,â Ivan said, flashing a grin. âIt's more like jumping ship.â
âWhat?â
âIâm putting in my application for hero work,â he announced. âIâve always suspected Iâd look good in bright-colored tights.â
âYou canât think youâre going anywhere after this but a jail cell.â
âI think weâd make a good team.â He rose. âIn fact, Iâve considered inviting you to my side multiple times.â He came to Emberâs couch, and leaned on the armrest. âWouldnât you like to amplify my abilities for once, rather than suppress them?â
Ember eyed the villain â eyed Havoc, named for the mayhem that ensued every time his superpower detonated. Ember, who controlled heat and energy, had always been able to contain and minimize the damage.
But how would it feel to use Ivanâs explosions as a fuel for their own abilities?
âWhy are you betraying 42?â
Something sparked in Ivanâs dynamite-black eyes. âIâm a villain, Em. Itâs what we do.â
Ember stared at him a moment, and then decided they needed more time to think.
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Ivanâs sleeping quarters were something halfway between a guest room and a cell. There was a real bed, and modest decorations; but also bars on the window, and a door that only locked from the outside.
Still, it was the nicest place heâd slept in for a long while.
He settled on the mattress, and silently wondered if heâd ever tell Ember that he had been the one to poison the supervillain.Â
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wheereee r uuu
Lol sorry đ
I'm going to post again tomorrow evening
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âPlease,â the protagonist said. âIf you actually love me like you say, please donât do this.â
The royal lifted the protagonist into the carriage, and onto their lap.
âWhat was that, my dear?â they said with a smirk.
The protagonist scrambled off their lap and onto the opposite seats.
The royal laughed. âYou should have seen this coming, darling. I did say, after all, that I would choose the most beautiful of my noblemenâs children.â
The protagonist glared at them. âIâm not going to marry you.â
The royal raised an amused brow. âYou overestimate your own choice in the matter.â
âYou will need me to say âI doâ in the chapel.â It was a struggle to keep their voice even. âI refuse to utter the words.â
âDo you have a lover? Is that it?â The royalâs tone remained jovial, but something dangerous lurked behind their eyes.
âNo,â the protagonist said, and the royalâs expression brightened. But it was not the good news the royal thought it was.
âI donât fall in love,â the protagonist went on. âAnd I never will. Not with you, not with anyone. I will never wed.â
The protagonist had braced for anger, maybe even threats or violence. The royalâs smug look was somehow worse.
âI know you have a prickly heart, darling,â they said. âIâve witnessed it plenty of times in my own court. But once youâve been shown proper love, youâll change your mind.â
âThat is a bold assumption.â
âWhich is why it will be so satisfying when I am proven right. Now come here.â The royal patted their lap with a smile.
The protagonist stiffened, but the royalâs gaze left no room for compromise. Limbs heavy, they rose and climbed onto the royalâs lap.
The protagonist stared out the window, as the carriage continued on. The royal played with their clothes, and their hair, blathering on about some nonsense while the protagonist watched their home drift away into the distance.Â
Eventually, the protagonist turned to the royal. They held their chin high with the confidence of a decision made. âYou know what? Alright.â
The royal grinned. âOh?â
âIf you insist. Then fine, Iâll marry you. In sickness and in health.â A plan was beginning to form. They donned the convincing imitation of a warm smile. âUntil death do us part.â
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â â and then, you see, they both hold the scale, and say â â
âHowâs it going, boss?â the henchman said, ambling into the interrogation room.
The hero sat tied to a chair, just as planned. The villain hunched across from them, head down, elbows on their knees.
âThe truth potion works,â the villain said.
âThatâs great, boss!â
âIt would be. If âsharing all their secretsâ didnât mean all.â The villain jerked their head up, glaring at the hero. âItâs been hours and we still havenât gotten to the good stuff! [Hero]âs just been rambling about how Dragon Tales is a â what was that word you used again?â
âItâs an isekai!â the hero exclaimed.
The villainâs frown deepened. âAnd thatâs a secret?â
âThis infoâs highly secret,â the hero said. âIn the wrong hands, it could destroy the light novel industry.â
The villain put their face in their hands. âWhat the fuck are you even talking about?â
âYou canât ask them anything more specific?â the henchman asked.
âI tried, but it never works,â the villain said. âInstead they just reveal some other secret that isnât worth anything. Here, watch. [Hero], what are your agencyâs security passcodes?â
âI have no spatial intelligence,â the hero said. âIâm banned from loading dishwashers in three states.â
The villain groaned.
âHold on, I might have something for that,â the henchman said.
They went over to their worktable in the corner, and tinkered a bit with the potion, adjusting the ingredient levels. Then they returned, and stood in front of the hero.
âWill you drink this please?â they said softly.
The hero gulped. âDo I have to?â
âIf you donât, [Villain] will make you. And I donât think I have to tell you that theyâre in a pretty bad mood right now.â
Reluctantly, the hero drank.
The henchman returned to their bossâs side. âOkay. Try asking them something again.â
The villain returned their attention to the hero. â[Hero], what is your biggest secret?â
The hero bit their lip in an effort to keep their mouth shut.
âOh?â The villain leaned forward with a renewed interest.
The hero shook their head rapidly, eyes afraid. The veins in their forehead stood out.
âYou donât need to hold it in, [Hero],â the villain said, smiling. âWhatever it is, you should just get it off your chest.â
The hero was changing colors from the strain. Eventually, their mouth flew open like a waterspout.
âI have a crush on [Henchman]!â
âWhat?â the villain and henchman cried in unison.
Once the floodgates were open, the hero couldnât stop.
âTheyâre just so strong, and dependable. And theyâre always so gentle. Have you noticed that? Sure, theyâre rough sometimes, but only when they have to be. I have this recurring dream where [Henchman] and I are fighting, and then they pin me to the wall with their big, powerful arms, and then â â
âOkay!â the villain yelled, bursting up. They began rushing towards the door with a beet-red henchman in tow. âWeâre taking a break. Weâre going to let that wear off, and then reconvene. Jesus.â
The hero had never been more grateful for a break in their life. Â
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*taps microphone* TLOU inspired prompts pls
Thanks for the prompt request!
Sorry for taking so long lol. (Literally an entire tv show for this story came out while I was getting through my hiatus period T_T)
Btw, while it was genuinely fun researching TLOU and coming up with ideas, I don't think I'll be doing any more fandom-related prompt requests for stories I'm not already familiar with. You can totally still ask for them if you want, but know that I might deny the request on this basis
Anyways, hope you like the prompts. Consider tagging me if you end up using any of them
CW - The Last of Us spoilers
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âWhat the hell is this thing?â Ellie asked from the other room.
Joel heard an inhuman screeching.
He sprinted, and then stopped, staring. Ellie looked up at him with a confused expression on her face.
He burst out laughing at the dilapidated furby in her hands.
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Snow was falling, and Joel had started murmuring again.
âThis is bullshit,â Ellie muttered to herself. It wasnât like she was a doctor. She had no idea how to help him.
Joelâs murmuring grew louder.
God, she had to figure out how to help him.
She crawled over, and winced at the sight. He was sweaty, and twitching slightly. His bandages had started to leak again.
âCan you hear me, Joel?â
Then, scaring the crap out of her, his eyes burst open, foggy with delirium.
âSarah?â he asked.
She held back her grimace.
âYeah,â she said, pushing hair off his face. âIâm here.â
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What would it have looked like if Ellie came out to Joel as a kid?
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What were Samâs thoughts on his last night alive?
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JJ turned a page and his face brightened. âA giraffe!â
Ellie peered over his shoulder and sipped her coffee. âI saw one of those once. In real life.â
Dina cast her gaze over. âYeah right.â
Ellie grinned. âI bet I know where to find them again, if you want to come see.â
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hey, could you please expand this story? Bambi - asexual & sapphic
i really loved it being ace and sapphic is amazing
if not thats okay
Hi there, really glad you liked it đ
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Part 1
Bambi, Part 2
âAre you avoiding me?â
Ann looked up in surprise.
Camila had found her in her favorite hiding spot â a tiny courtyard sheltered by ancient emerald willows and the academyâs Victorian red-brick buildings.
âNo,â Ann lied, hoping her voice didnât quaver.
Camila ran a hand through her dark hair. âListen, Iâm not trying to crowd you. But you missed first period today, and â â She cast a sidelong glance. âDid I make you uncomfortable, yesterday?â
Annâs brows rose. âOf course not.â
âYou can tell me, if I did. I wouldnât be offended or anything.â
Ann opened her mouth, but faltered. How could she explain that sheâd avoided Camila because of how nervous the other girl made her? Or that sheâd missed first period because sheâd accidentally slept in, after staying up all night too excited to sleep?
God, she hoped Camila hadnât noticed her eyebags.
âLook,â Camila said, after Ann took too long to answer. âI really like you, but that doesnât mean I canât control myself. If I crossed a line yesterday, I can back off.â
Ann stared. Camila was regarding her with those big brown eyes and those rich full lips that turned ever so slightly downwards whenever she had a difficult problem to solve. She sat on the hard stone bench, curled inwards, just a little bit. It was a subtle shift away from her typical easygoing and confident stance. She â
âSay something, Ann.â
âYou really like me?â
Camila hesitated. âI thought it was obvious.â
Ann couldnât respond. Sheâd gotten stuck somewhere over the moon.
âThis was a bad idea,â Camila said, rising from the bench. âMaybe we should talk some other time. I â â
âDo you want to hold my hand?â
Camila paused.
âWe live in similar directions.â She held out her hand. âYou can hold it, if you want.â
Camila looked at her upturned palm with uncertainty.
Ann saw the issue. Her stomach turning, she took in a breath, and mustered up her courage. âIâd like you to hold it. If you want to.â
Camilaâs hand was warm in her own the entire walk home.
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Thanks for the requests! I love this hobby so much, and you guys are a huge part of that
I think this'll be the end of the story. Feel free to ask for an epilogue if you want :)
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Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5
The Sunny Side, Part 6
âBe careful,â the hero said into their earpiece. âSecurityâs extra heavy tonight.â
âWorried about me?â
The hero could see the villain across the large banquet hall, disguised as a party guest. Whenever they spoke to the hero, they turned their head in just the right way so that nobody saw them supposedly talking to themself.
âI just donât want to have to break your sorry ass out of jail again.â The hero moved through the crowd with their head down, offering drinks as they went.
âWell, then I suggest you work your magic.â
With a put-upon sigh, the hero began to subtly shift the mood of the room. As they handed out hors dâoeuvres, guests became more cheerful and relaxed â much less likely to notice anything amiss. Once the room had eased enough, they gave the signal, and the villain left to execute phase two of the plan.
The hero slipped through the side exit and into a small hallway. They let out a little breath of relief. Now all that was left was to change out of their waitstaff uniform, meet the villain upstairs, and incapacitate the guard. Easy peasy.
The hero started to move towards the bathrooms. Only for a hand to shoot out and grab them. The hand yanked them into a supply closet, and another one muffled the heroâs scream.
â[Hero], itâs â â the stranger began, before the hero elbowed them in the stomach.
Then, the hero paused. âLightheart?â
The heroâs old acquaintance coughed and smiled through her pain. âGood to see your reflexes are still good.â
âWhat on earth are you doing here?â
Lightheart had been part of the heroâs security detail, back when theyâd first escaped from the villain. Sheâd been one of the ones to last the longest, before the onslaught overtook her.
Now, she shot the hero a grin. âIâm here to save you, obviously.â
The heroâs stomach bottomed out.
Theyâd never exactly told their former colleagues about their adjustment of allegiances. How could they? Instead, theyâd figured itâd be best to just disappear, and let everyone else draw their own conclusions.
They shouldâve guessed that âthe hero was kidnapped by the villainâ would be the first conclusion in everyoneâs mind.
âListen, now isnât the best time . . .â they started.
âI know [Villain] scares you, but you wonât need to ever worry about them again after today.â
âWait.â Dread gripped the hero. âWhat are you going to do?â
She took their hand and squeezed it. âWe failed you once, and Iâm so sorry for that. But we are never, ever going to fail you again.â
What hurt most was the utter sincerity in her voice.
âIâm really sorry about this,â the hero said.
They tried to leave her unconscious body in a comfortable position, before sprinting out the door.
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The hero sped down the hall, their heart racing, their breath painful in their throat.
They turned a corner and saw the villain.
The villain flashed a smile. â[Hero]! I was starting to think â â
The hero waved their hand, and the superhero just behind the villain fell to the ground.
The stranger let out a cry of pure agony.
The villain turned to see what had happened. Their eyes widened. They opened their mouth to say something.
âNo time!â The hero grabbed the villainâs hand and put the superhero to sleep.
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âHow are you feeling?â
âIâm fine.â
The hero fiddled with the security panel, adjusting the settings.
âYou havenât said anything since we escaped.â
The controls werenât working. The hero began pushing more and more buttons. The screen buffered. The hideout was going to be vulnerable.
â[Hero], how about you take a break from that and â â The villain put a hand on the heroâs shoulder.
The hero struck it away.
They blinked at each other for a moment, as the hero struggled to find words.
âYou must be happy,â they said eventually. âYou got what you wanted.â
The villain shook their head. âNo. I didnât.â
The hero shoved away. âI turned. I fucking turned. Just like you said I would.â
â[Hero], you are as far from a supervillain as they come.â
âI hurt that person!â The hero rounded on them. âI could have just put them to sleep. I should have just put them to sleep!â
Why hadnât they?
The heroâs mind offered no answers. It only produced a sharp spike of fear, just like how theyâd felt seeing the villain in danger.
They felt the prick of tears in their eyes.
The hero wrapped an arm around themself, and said, in voice almost too soft to be heard, âI hope I didnât kill them.â
The villain grasped the heroâs shoulder. âYou didnât.â
âYou donât know that. They â â
âI saw them move, [Hero]. And I saw their teammates rushing to them. Theyâre going to be fine. I promise.â
The hero couldnât help it. They started crying.
The villain pulled them into a gentle hug, and rubbed their back. âTruth be told, I gave up the notion of your villainy a long time ago. It was never in the cards for someone like you.â
The hero let out a sob.
â[Hero], youâre the bravest, gentlest, kindest person Iâve ever known. Iâm so incredibly lucky to have you.â
After that day, the villain never asked the hero to switch sides again.
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Hi all! Hope you like this next part
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Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7
Dinner Guest, Part 8
LaChasse was already waiting when Julian arrived.
They sat leisurely on a bench, looking out at the waterfront. They were surrounded on all sides by open park space â nowhere for their subordinates or Julianâs new captors to hide.
âChurro?â Julian offered, leaning over the back of the bench.
LaChasse raised an eyebrow at the little paper bag in Julianâs hand.
âThereâs a food truck on the other side of the park,â he explained. âBest tacos in the city.â
âThe things you do with your little snatches of freedom astound me.â
âHey, gotta get the good shit while I can. Itâs not like you ever gave me anything worthwhile.â
âCaviar isnât good enough for you?â
âNot when itâs not fried.â Julian hopped over the back of the bench to sit.
LaChasse paused for a moment, assessing Julian. âI will admit, you always find ways to surprise me. I was certain that we would need to scale the entire city before I had you again. But here you are, my own little sacrificial lamb.â
Julian took a bite of his churro, and snuck a peek at his watch before peering up at the fluffy white clouds. âYou know, Iâve always kinda wondered. Did you ever have doubts about kidnapping me?â
LaChasse tilted their head. âDo you think I should have?â
âYour battle strategy hasn't exactly been fool-proof. I mean, you canât expect to control people with fear forever.â
LaChasse took a moment to consider, and then wrapped an arm around Julianâs shoulders. âI said once that you would be the prince of my empire, Julian. And I meant it.â They smiled joylessly. âYou think I donât realize that you loathe me? I can accept that you are unhappy for now.â
âYou think I'll stop loathing you?â
âWhat happens once youâve condemned a hundred people to my clutches, dear? Or a thousand? Do you think your old friends will still take you back?â
Julian opened his mouth to retort, but then remembered the way Alex had looked at him when they thought he had genuinely joined LaChasse.
âOf course, it would be lunacy to keep you on recruiting duty forever,â LaChasse went on. âWe will soon have more than enough people in our ranks. Instead, you will become my mastermind, my greatest confidant. The person who can look at all my underlings as the chess pieces they are, and help me use them as the perfect mechanism to rule.â
âYou canât still think that Iâll join you.â
LaChasse smiled, and took a churro. âHavenât you already?â
Julian glanced again at his watch.
âI know that you are waiting until the moment that Alex is saved,â LaChasse said.
Julian froze. âWhat?â
âYour entire plan,â LaChasse said. âYou intend to split my forces, and entice me into bringing half of my subordinates here while leaving the other half to guard your ex-lover.â
Julian said nothing.
âI will admit,â they continued. âItâs not a terrible plan. You are, after all, a very effective distraction.â They chuckled at the way Julian stiffened. âHowever, you miscalculated. You imagined that I am anywhere near as invested in keeping them as I am in securing you.â They suddenly grabbed Julianâs shoulders and pulled him closer. âLet that insipid heroâs alliance have Alex, for all that I care.â
LaChasse pulled Julian up to their chest, and he had to remind himself how to breathe.
âYouâre right,â he admitted. âI was supposed to distract you. And yes, this was all in an effort to save Alex.â
LaChasse grinned.
âYouâre also wrong, though.â Julian cast his gaze over. âWe wanted you to bring every single one of your guards.â
The minute hand ticked to the end of the hour, and Julian burst from LaChasseâs grip.
Just in time to dodge the fireball.
When it hit them, the crime boss cried out, dropping to the grass to put out the flames. Within seconds, LaChasseâs subordinates flooded the scene. Several went to help their boss, but just as many turned around and began fighting their own teammates.
One subordinate swung their sword, only for branches to burst from the ground and ensnare them. A different subordinate doubled in size, but then was telepathically launched into the water. Storm clouds brewed overhead, electricity crackling in the air, and the park had become a frenzy of chaos and screaming.
Julian tried to scurry away, but LaChasse caught his ankle. He tripped.
âHow?!â they shouted.
âI told you,â Julian said, not sure if he could even be heard over the yelling. âYou canât control people with fear forever.â
Clara, the double agent, had been doing some recruiting of her own.
And then, before he knew it, Angie had her arms around him, and he was flying away.
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âIs Alex safe?â Julian asked, when Angie touched down again.
She nodded. âMy team is transporting them to the hospital as we speak.â
âThank god,â he said, letting out a sigh of relief for the first time in weeks. âOkay, then you should go back to base. Iâll meet you there later tonight.â
âYouâre not coming with?â
Julian could feel the weight of the gun heâd stolen from the heroesâ supply room, tucked within his inner pocket. âI have something to take care of.â
He was near certain he knew where LaChasse was headed next.
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T_T
This is so touching!
I was going to wait until tomorrow to post this. But then I was like, I've already made them wait long enough, and what's the harm of posting two things in one day?
Felt it'd be nice to have Part 6 be a little less plot-driven. You'll see what I mean
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Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5
QPR, Part 6
â[Hero], come on!â the villain called, from where they laid sprawled on the couch. âYou said it wouldnât take that long!â
âHold on just a sec.â The heroâs voice floated from the kitchen. âTheyâll be done soon.â
The villain scowled and flopped back on the pillows. âYou never see Do-yun making Ha-rin wait around forever.â
âThatâs because tv shows have this magical trick called the jump cut.â There was the sound of an oven door closing. âWe'll just let them bake, and then theyâll be so good you wonât even remember the wait.â
The villain groaned.
Then they heard the sound of running water, and burst up, rushing into the kitchen. âAre you doing my dishes?!â
The hero jerked their head up like theyâd been caught vandalizing. âI was just going to do a few while we waited.â
âOkay, one, you do not need to do my chores on k-drama night. And two, how long is the baking going to take?!â
The hero glanced to their phone on the counter. ââBout fifty more minutes.â
The villain gaped. âThatâs most of an episode!â
âWell I didnât want us to have to pause the show during a big scene. This way we can â Jesus your hands are freezing!â
The villain had come up behind the hero to hug them, pressing their hands on the heroâs stomach.
âCome watch tv dear,â they said into the heroâs shoulder. âIâm cold without you.â
The hero shook their head, but also cracked a small grin. âYouâre evil.â
The villain matched their expression and pressed their hands more. âOf course I am. Itâs the only way I can get you to cuddle me.â
In the end, the brownies were, in fact, good enough to make the villain forget why they were annoyed in the first place.
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âOh my god,â the hero said.
The villain fidgeted. âDo you like it?â
âLike it?â The hero looked up. â[Villain], itâs the cutest thing Iâve ever seen.â
The hero was holding a small fluffy teddy bear, its fur the black, grey, white, and purple of the asexual flag.
The villain beamed. âReally?â
The hero nodded gleefully. âHe needs a name.â
âI think the tag says its name is âFuzzyâ or something. You could â â
âFerdinand,â the hero decided, assessing the stuffed animal. âFerdinand Bearnsby. The next Prince of Denmark.â
The villain wrapped the hero in a hug. âIâm so glad you like it.â
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âSo is [Villain], like, a law-abiding citizen now?â the heroâs friend asked.
âUh, sort of?â The hero gazed around at the restaurantâs outdoor seating area. âThey still break minor laws, but I think theyâve really toned it down to stress me out less.â
âHey, thatâs great.â
The hero swirled their iced tea with their straw. âYeah, I guess.â
The friend quirked an eyebrow. âYou donât agree?â
The hero sighed. âOkay, so donât ever tell [Villain] this, but I think their âdevil may careâ attitude is maybe, kinda . . . a little bit cool?â
The friend grinned. âOh really?â
In return, the heroâs smile was sheepish. âItâs a little embarrassing to admit, but I secretly wish that theyâd behave more like their old villainous self sometimes.â
âHm, well I suppose that â â
Something enormous crashed into the street, making all the dishes clatter. The hero and their friend both whipped their heads around to see the cause of the noise.
â[Villain]!â
âOh hi [Hero]!â The fifty-foot tall mech waved at the two of them. âFancy meeting you here. How did you know it was me?â
â[Villain], why are you in a giant robot?!â
âIsnât it cool?â The villain spun around, their heavy feet cracking the pavement and the machine's hinges screeching with every movement. âI finally figured out how to get the power system working.â
âThis is illegal.â
The villain laughed. âAh okay, I see the issue. But, fear not my darling, for I haveâ â they pulled out a sheet of paper that looked miniscule in their enormous metal hands â âa permit!â
Soon after, the mech continued walking down the street, while the hero followed them, shouting at the top of their lungs.
The friend watched them go, and then chuckled. Those two maniacs were perfect for each other.
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i love your writing SO much <3 i've read EVERYTHING you've written, and every time i see another snippet by you come up on my dash it brightens my day instantly! if you're still open for requests, can i ask for one where the hero decides to keep the villain imprisoned to prrotect the public, but ends up developing feelings for them? tysm!!!
Oh wow this makes me so happy! Thank you for the prompt request :)
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âHey there, bootlicker,â the villain said, their eyes closed.
âHowâs it going, criminal?â The hero settled onto the chair just outside the villainâs cell.
On the other side of the glass, the villain laid on their cot perpendicular to the hero. The hero tried not to focus on the sharp outline of their profile.
The villainâs dark hair had gotten long and scraggly, and their clothes were wrinkled. Yet they somehow didnât come off as messy. Rather, they looked artistic. Misunderstood. Revolutionary.
The paintings the villain had done in captivity helped the image. Canvases awash in vibrant colors were littered all over the floor.
âDo you need more paint?â the hero asked.
âI wouldnât mind some gouache,â the villain said. âIâve been thinking I should experiment with a different style.â
The villainâs head rested on their pillow in such a way that their long neck was fully exposed. It looked scandalous. Like they were in an old film about vampires.
The hero was most certainly not thinking about what theyâd do if their mouth was on that neck.
âIâll see what I can do,â the hero said. âSorry I canât get you more supplies.â
It hadnât always been like this. Back when the villain was out there taking hostages and destroying buildings, it had been easy to hate them. And when the hero had first started visiting the villainâs cell, it had mainly been just to check that the cityâs greatest menace was still securely confined.
But then the villain had been friendly. They had no one else to talk to, after all. And when they were friendly, they were so very . . .
The villain cracked open an eye and smiled. âAh, donât worry about it. The more often Iâm missing something, the more often you visit me.â
The hero fought the urge to fidget. Yeah, they were so very that.
âThereâs some topside news, again,â the hero said, after clearing their throat. â[Supervillain] and [Vigilante] are dating.â
The villainâs grin widened, and they turned their head a bit to glance at the hero. âWell thatâs nice. They deserve â â
âWhat is that?â
The villain turned fully to the wall, but not before the hero saw their eyes widen.
The hero stood from their chair. â[Villain], what was that on your face?â
Up until that point, half the villainâs face had been hidden. But before the villain had turned, the hero had thought theyâd caught a glimpse of . . .
â[Villain], show me right now.â
The villain chuckled a bit. âI always underestimate you, donât I darling?â
â[Villain], now. Or Iâm coming in there.â
With a beleaguered sigh, the villain rose from their cot and turned around. They stood before the hero with their arms crossed.
An angry cut. A split lip. A sickening purple bruise that snaked all the way from the villainâs jaw to their eyebrow.
âWho did this to you?â
âConsider for a moment that I may have had a reason for not wanting you to know â â
âWho?â
A surprised expression dashed across the villainâs face, before being suppressed by a smirk. âWhat, do you love me or something?â
âThat wasnât an answer to my question.â
The villainâs smirk grew. âNo, but the look on your face is certainly an answer to mine.â
The heroâs cheeks went hot. âI swear to god, if you â â
âDonât you want to know if I reciprocate?â
âWhat?â
The villain stalked closer. They grinned. âDonât you want to know whether or not I stay awake at night thinking about you?â
The hero swallowed. The villain was teasing them. They had to be.
The villainâs grin widened. âPromise to drop this business about my face, and Iâll tell you everything.â
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Very well said. I feel this, all of this
Everyone, whether they're aromantic or not, should look up what amatonormativity is
being single in your late 20s & 30s is so fucking wild bc on one hand it's fun and flirty and you skip a lot of the bullshit because you know what you're looking for and you know how to spot a red flag from a mile away and you've learned to set boundaries and communicate your own and be upfront about your needs and most of the time they've learned it too - and if they haven't, you can tell after the second date that they haven't been to therapy
and every time you feel lonely and dried up and an ugly husk there's a whole community of other single people out there who are just as unhinged and want to hang out with you because they just need a plus-one like you do and you get introduced to like. people in their 60's and 70's and 80's who are all like - nope, single life is my choice and i love it and you feel warm and seen and like okay, it's not the end of the world if i'm not seeing anybody. and yeah it's hard and sometimes exhausting but part of getting better is that you do make like so many friends and do so much wild shit because you made a promise to yourself that you'll actually get out there and try shit and actually work on your hobbies and skills and friendships because to be honest in relationships you wouldn't push yourself this hard and it's actually been super rewarding because it came from you and from what you wanted
and yes of course the apps such and dating in general can suck but after one of the bad dates you go back to your apartment and call up those friends you made and make jokes about what the other person said and it rolls right off your back and you have plans for self-care in the morning. you prioritize yourself and your happiness and you really actually don't mind it, a lot of the time, unless it's like at a wedding and they're doing one of those couples-related things. most of the time it's not even a problem except when you can tell people pity you for it and you're like - i'm actually fine, babe, even without a partner i am still, like a person and yes of course it would be nice to have a partner but you have established yourself as a person and as an adult in a way that feels really hard-won and well-earned and you're protective of that and of the life you're living and honestly you're pretty happy, all things considered
and at the same time you do have to tell your father that you are single on purpose right now and that, yes, believe it or not, they're letting women be single past the age of 30 these days without burning us at the stake (can you imagine!) and you have to kind of sit pretty while people make jokes about how you're losing your marriageability and you're like, a little too old for the bars and the clubs and whatever but you do still want to go out dancing and it's like. the other day you went to a board game party and had the time of your life and then your mom calls you and says she's worried because what if you never find the one, shouldn't you be spending more time looking? and you're like - trying to balance this place where you're actually, like, perfectly okay? except you hear this thing over and over and over - oh no. that's so sad. i hope you find your lover. and you weren't really upset about it until someone suggested that you're running out of time and until someone said that it's so miserable that you live without someone to kiss and you're like why can't anyone believe that i'm genuinely happy. like. joy. like. bliss.
and then they look at you and they look at their partner and the look passes between them that says - poor thing. you're just lying to yourself about this.
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Howdy. Thanks for the prompt :)
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CW - blood, torture, gore
âOur commander will gut you when he hears about this,â the protagonist said, from where she stood strung up against the barn wall.
Her eyes followed the villain as he strolled to the far wall, and her stomach churned as he perused the weapons displayed there.
He had a soft, gentlemanly face, with tidy facial hair and big round eyes. It made the flecks of blood splattered across his cheek look all the more frightening.
âIt wouldnât be the first time heâs tried to kill me.â The villain chose a long, polished machete, and turned back around with an equally sharp smile. âMaybe I should gut you, handsome. That way, at least Iâll deserve my death.â
When heâd captured the protagonistâs team, heâd taken one look at her, and said he liked to start with the pretty boys.
âLet him go,â one of her teammates said. âYouâve proven you're the big guy. We get it.â
All her teammates were tied amongst the hay and barrels, and their faces held nothing but fear.
âDonât make assumptions about me,â the villain said, crossing back to the protagonist. He closed in on her until he swallowed her entire view of the room. âIâm not trying to prove anything.â
He slashed the blade across the protagonistâs face, under her eyes and across her nose.
She grunted, but didnât scream. Screaming would sound high, and feminine. It would immediately give her away.
Then, the villain grabbed the collar of her tunic, and started pulling on the fabric.Â
The protagonist froze. âNo.âÂ
Sheâd known that being outed was a possibility here. She thought sheâd prepared herself for it. But she wasnât ready for her world to be ripped away like a rickety shelter in a tornado.
The villain didnât listen, of course, and his knife slashed into the fabric.
His hands stilled. He stared dumbfounded at the bandages wrapped tightly around her chest.
âWhatâs happening?â a teammate said, voice shrill. If the villain moved, her team would see, and learn her secret.
âPlease,â she whispered.
Something darkened in the villainâs eyes, and then he stepped away.
The room went silent.
âWhat the â [Fake Name], what the hell is that?â
â[Team Leader], please let me explain.â She peered into her leaderâs face, and tried not to wince at the rage and disappointment spelled across it.
âYouâre a fraud,â he said, almost as though he couldn't believe it.
âThis was the only way I could enlist. I didnât have a choice, I â â
âShut up.â He struggled against his restraints. âYou canât spit on everything we stand for and think thatâs any kind of excuse.â
Tears welled in the protagonistâs eyes. She glanced to her best friend, the boy whose life sheâd saved countless times. â[Best Friend], please.â
Heâd been staring at the bandages, but now averted his gaze. â[Fake name] . . . you betrayed us.â
She closed her eyes, which were beginning to fill with tears.
The protagonist didnât see the villain move. Didnât hear anything until a gurgle sounded throughout the barn.
She opened her eyes again, and saw her team leader. He was choking on the knife in his windpipe, blood spewing all over his shirt. The villain loomed over him in zealous glee.
She screamed.
The villain trudged back over to her, and slapped her until she stopped shrieking.
She glared at him, tears streaming down her face, mixing with blood. âYou bastard.â
He smirked, and then leaned in to whisper in her ear. Her eyes went wide.
âCareful, friend. You may find weâre not so different, after all.â The villainâs voice sounded suddenly feminine.
Then the villain pulled away, and went back to the protagonistâs team. He (she? they?) stood behind them, and shot the protagonist a conspiratorial look.
âSo, handsome, what would you like me to do to them next?â
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Your writing isso good! I'm sick rn and reading your work has made me feel better (âą:
Awww T_T
ohmygod I'm so happy it's been helping you through a tough time! Really hope you get better soon <3
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LOVED the update of A Bird in the Hand, everything I have waited for and then some! Canât wait to see where it goes from here! Very glad to see that you are back, and wishing you all the best!
Aww thanks so much! I'm really glad you think so, especially since I was worried that Part 8 wouldn't be good enough
And thanks for the warm welcome; I'm happy to be back. The writing corner of tumblr is such a nice place :)
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Hey there, my hiatus is over
I realize I promised to have this up a couple weeks ago, but hey at least I'm here now
Hope you all like it. And thank you so much for these messages, they really helped motivate me in the periods where I was struggling to write
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Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7
A Bird in the Hand, Part 8
The civilian hobbled about the kitchen in full view of the windows, collecting cardamoms, cloves, tea leaves, ginger â before dumping them into the pot to brew. The sight was peaceful, soothing, domestic.
The assassin raised his gun and took aim. Â
â[Civilian]!â The villain burst into the room grinning from ear to ear. The assassinâs aim swerved, and he halted his momentum just before firing the gun.Â
âWelcome home, darling,â the civilian said, holding out a cup of tea for the villain.Â
The villain took the cup and placed it on the counter, instead taking the civilian into their arms. âGod itâs been a day. The only thing that kept me going was the thought of seeing you.â
The assassin paused. The villain wasnât supposed to be home yet. Heâd lost his clean line of sight on the civilian. Â
The villain was too strong to kill â their shadows healed them at lightning speed. But targeting the civilian? What a perfect way to strike the Achilles Heel of the villainâs entire operation.Â
The assassin tilted his head, and watched the pair. The villain held the civilian securely, the two of them practically melting into each other. The civilian sang softly, and they both floated as a single unit in the gentle river of a melody.Â
The assassin once again had a clear shot on the civilian. He considered taking it despite the risk, just on the mere principle of seeing two people so happily in love while his home city burned.Â
But he paused. He thought heâd caught a detail, a little movement. And while it was possible he was projecting, years of bitter work in this business had taught him to trust his instincts.Â
When the villain first walked through the door, the assassin couldâve sworn he saw the civilian flinch. Â
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âWhat are you getting out of this?â the assassin asked.Â
To the civilianâs credit, they didnât scream. The assassin could see them tense, coiled and ready for a mad dash back to the house. But at least they didnât scream.Â
The assassin jumped down from the tree, close enough to be a threat to the civilian but far enough still to remain out of the sight of any henchmen. He noted the civilianâs muddy gloves, their kneeling posture, the tall yellow flowers theyâd been carefully pruning piled next to them in the grass.Â
âLike to garden?â the assassin said.Â
âWho are you?âÂ
The assassin was disappointed, a little bit. His targets â the ones he actually spoke to â always asked the mundane questions. They were never perceptive enough to understand that all the âwhyâs and âhowâs and âwhere did you come fromâs would go unanswered. Heâd sort of hoped that someone like the civilian would be different.Â
âIâm someone with an interest in saving lives,â he said âNow, since I like you, I'll ask again. What are you getting out of this?â Â
Evidently, the civilian was the expressive type. Their eyes flicked to their trowel, then the surrounding gardens, and lastly to the house some hundred meters away, never realizing how each movement of their retinas projected their thoughts to the assassin. Â
âIâm not sure what you mean,â they said finally.Â
The assassin leaned against the tree. It was a deceptive stance in which he looked relaxed and unthreatening, but could spring into action at a hair-breadthâs notice.Â
âOne day, [Hero] is at the top of their game," he began. "The next day, main street is nothing but craters. And then some two-bit villain that no one remembers suddenly becomes god of the city."Â He crouched down to meet the civilianâs gaze. "Makes you wonder if there isn't a puppeteer somewhere, holding strings."
The civilian blinked. âDid you come up with that on your own, or is that the commonly held belief about me?"
âAre you saying you didnât shack up with [Villain] willfully?âÂ
The look of revulsion that crossed the civilianâs face said it all. The assassinâs grin widened. He loved being proven right.Â
âOkay.â He stood up, dusting off his pants, and held his hand out to the civilian. âLetâs go.âÂ
The civilian glanced between the assassinâs hand and his face. âYou canât be serious.âÂ
âDidnât you hear my bit about saving lives?â He reached for the civilian, but they lurched away.Â
âListen,â the civilian said. They slowly rose, their bad leg making it awkward. âYou do not understand what is going on here. If I disappear, [Villain] will look for me.âÂ
âMost villains do,â the assassin agreed. âFeels nice to be wanted, donât it?â He took a careful step towards the civilian, but again they moved back.Â
âYouâre not listening. [Villain] will kill you.ïżœïżœïżœÂ
The assassin shrugged. He leaned forward a tiny bit more.Â
âHelp!â the civilian yelled. The two of them stared at each other for a moment, both equally surprised by the civilian's outburst. The civilian took in a breath. Then, louder, âHelp please!âÂ
The assassin was gone long before the guards even entered the gardens.Â
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The civilian was a decent actor. The assassin had to give them that.Â
The couple went about their evening routine like usual â a warm welcome home, dinner, an after-meal tea, and then finally cuddling. The villainâs head rested on the civilianâs chest and the civilian read a paperback, all while Sinatra played on an old record in the other room. The assassin might have even bought it, if the civilian had turned the page of their book once within the last forty-five minutes.
âI would like to discuss something,â the villain said, their eyes still closed.
The civilianâs expression twinged. âHm?â
The villain opened their eyes, and adjusted so that they were looking the civilian in the face. âI love you. You know that, right?â
âOf course.â
âAnd do you love me too?â
âOf course.â
The villain smiled, and that almost seemed like it would be the end of it. But then their hand went to the civilianâs jaw, shadows emanating from their fingertips. âSo then why did my henchmen see you talking with a stranger in the gardens this afternoon?â
The civilianâs eyes widened. âItâs not what you think.â
âOh, I know what it is.â The villainâs shadows warped out like talons, and the civilian jerked back in pain.
âI donât know who that person was. I wasnât trying to leave.â The civilianâs voice was strained. âI love you too much to ever do that.â
âMy dear, if only I could believe you.â The villain held the civilian down in their writhing. They leaned in until their faces were nearly touching. âWhat will you do to prove you are willing to stay?â
âWhatever you want. I â â The shadows entered the civilianâs throat, choking them and cutting off their words. Tears sprang to the civilianâs eyes.
âCome now, love.â The villain lifted the civilian in their arms. âI need to show you what happens when you let your affections stray.â
And then, just before the villain reached the door, they stumbled. The movement was awkward and wobbly â one moment they were striding confidently across the room and the next their knees were on the ground. The civilian dropped to the floor with a yelp.
The villain grasped their head as though in pain. All their shadows had evaporated. "What? . . ."
âHoly fuck,â the civilian said, scrambling backwards. âHoly fuck it worked.â
The villain jerked their gaze up. âWhat did you do?â
The civilian burst out laughing.
"[Civilian]!" The villain tried to move forward but swooned, only just catching themself with their arms outstretched.
âAngelâs trumpet,â the civilian said, struggling to get their laughter under control. Their wild eyes went to the empty mugs on the table. âBrugmansia candida. Symptoms include difficulty with speech, delirium ââ their gaze slid back to the villain, ââ and paralysis. Iâve been told it also makes for a rather delicious tea.â
The assassinâs memory flashed to the tall yellow flowers the civilian had been pruning.
âYou â â The villain tried to stand up, but collapsed down again on their knees. âIâm going to kill you.â
âI doubt it.â The civilian rose from the floor wearing a triumphant grin, and limped to the opposite wall. âYou never seemed quite unhinged enough to destroy your own power source.â They opened a closet door and pulled out a backpack.
"What are you doing?" the villain asked, their voice hitched in fear.
"Leaving, of course." The civilian went to the kitchen cabinets and threw in supplies. They returned and slung the bag over their shoulders. "As much as I want to stick around and see if I brewed enough to kill you, I best get going. I'll say one thing though." They leaned down and grabbed the villain's chin. "You repulse me, [Villain]. And I never once loved you."
"I will find you." The villain's limbs began shaking as they watched the civilian move away. "It will take mere weeks. Days, even! I don't care how much of this city I have to destroy."Â
The civilian's footsteps paused.
The villain's words quickened, growing eager. "That's right, [Civilian]. I will ruin this city. Stay here and you save countless lives. Mothers, children, innocent people who â"
The civilian strode back and kicked the villain in the chest. "You try anything like that, and I'm killing myself."Â
The assassin watched with growing respect as the civilian limped out the front door, the villain screaming their name all along the way.Â
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Hey, are you alright? Itâs been a while since youâve posted.
I hope youâre doing well đ»
Hey, thanks for checking in. That was kind of you :)
Iâll use this ask to make an announcement, and offer an explanation
The announcement:
Iâm going to start posting again next week
Iâll start first with âA Bird in the Handâ and âQPR,â since those are the most highly requested continuations. And then, Iâll work on fulfilling all the other requests that have piled up in my inbox
The explanation:
Sorry for disappearing for such a long time. It started as a short break due to burnout, and then turned into an extended break due to Life TM
Basically, I was in a QPR that did not end well. While some parts of it were wonderful, other parts were painful and drama-heavy. Itâs okay though. Iâm slowly but steadily getting over what happened, and I learned a lot about both myself and relationships in general
I donât think I will incorporate much of what happened in my relationship into my âQPRâ series, since none of those experiences map very well to the types of characters that the hero and villain are. However, I may someday write a different story featuring a QPR or a-spec relationship in which I delve into some of the lessons I learned
Thank you to everyone who interacted with my account while I was gone, and sorry for keeping you waiting for so long
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Howdy peasant
I'd often asked myself what I would do if I got a request for smut. At first I thought Iâd deny it, but then I thought hey, why not broaden your horizons
Hereâs my best attempt. Try not to judge it too harshly, Iâm really out of my wheelhouse here lol
CW - explicit NSFW
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The protagonistâs bones hurt, as she trudged up the grungy stairwell. It had been a long shift in the ER, at the end of a weekâs worth of long shifts. Arduous days full of gruesome injuries and aching feet and a thousand competing problems that all needed to be handled now.
The only thing that had kept her going was this moment right here â the start of her extended weekend.
She finally reached her door, and stuck her key in the lock. She opened it, and soft yellow light pooled on her face.
âWelcome home [Protagonist]!â
Yes, it was precisely this moment that had kept her going.
âI made your favorite,â her girlfriend said, walking over to help the protagonist with her coat.
The protagonist stepped into the kitchen, and her brows shot up.
Smoked salmon. Wild rice. Summer greens and oven-roasted tomatoes and homemade hibiscus tea.
âWhatâs all this?â
âI know youâve been living off that shitty hospital food for a week now, so I figured you were due for a real meal.â
âBut youâve been so busy with the Johnson case. How did you find time to â â
âDonât worry about that. Go take your shower and Iâll set the table.â
The shower â cranked up to the maximum pressure and heat that the protagonist could handle â was heavenly. The food was just as good, and before she knew it she was on the couch watching trashy TV, snuggled up beside her girlfriend and under ten pounds of blanket.
The protagonist hadnât even realized sheâd dozed off until her girlfriend was nuding her awake.
â[Protagonist]. [Protagoniiiiiiiist]. Come on baby, wake up. Itâs time for bed.â
The protagonist cracked open her sleepy gaze. Her girlfriend was staring directly at her.
Her girlfriend had large black eyes â two enchanted pools of impossibly deep water. Her dark curls framed her features perfectly, falling forward to make her neck look swanlike. Her cheeks were soft, and just round enough to be called adorably chubby. Her girlfriend always complained about her face, but in this moment it was the most beautiful thing the protagonist had ever seen.
In her sleep-deprived, disoriented state, the protagonist finally started to cry.
Her girlfriendâs hands froze on her shoulders. âBabe, whatâs wrong?â
âI missed you so much.â The protagonist wiped at her stupid, overly emotional tears. âGod, [Girlfriend], I missed you.â
âIâm right here.â
âBut weâve both been so busy, and so tired, and . . .â
Her girlfriendâs brows creased in worry. âAnd what?â
The protagonist was going to feel like such an idiot in the morning. âAnd we havenât had sex in a month.â
Her girlfriend frowned in surprise.
The protagonist pressed her palms into her eyes. âIâm sorry. Iâm not trying to be manipulative. This is more from sleep deprivation than anything else.â
âItâs actually been a month and three days.â
The protagonist jerked her gaze up. It occurred to her that there might be a reason why her girlfriendâs eyes looked so large and black.
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It started with a massage. Her girlfriendâs hands were rhythmic, and fluttery, as they worked into the protagonistâs rigid muscles. The protagonist groaned in relief.
Petal-soft lips kissed the back of her neck, just at the top of her spine, and shivers ran down her vertebrae.
Still massaging her back, her girlfriend began peppering kisses all over. Each one implanted a burst of excitement into the protagonistâs skin, as a giddy warmth began to stir in her lower stomach.
When she was done, the girlfriend pushed the protagonist, gentle but firm, backwards onto the bed. She kissed her mouth, her jaw, the sensitive part just within the collarbone.
âI love this part of you,â her girlfriend said, running her fingers along the bone.
Shirts came off, and the protagonist pressed her fingers into the warm underside of her girlfriendâs breasts. They bobbed like the wax in a lava lamp, and the protagonist grinned wide.
Her girlfriendâs kisses traveled downwards â little sparks all the way.
âI also love these,â she said, nestling her face in the protagonistâs breasts.
She flicked the protagonistâs right nipple until it was erect, and then rubbed it back into softness. She then did the same with the left nipple.
She moved back and forth between them, occasionally pausing to gift the protagonist with more kisses all over her breasts and stomach.
Warmth grew in the protagonistâs vagina until it was a throbbing heat.
âPlease,â she said.
The girlfriend glanced up through her thick lashes. âHm?â
âI need you. Right now, babe. Please.â
Her girlfriend smiled, and moved even farther downwards. The protagonist sucked in a breath as gentle fingers began to work slow circles into her clitoris.
âAnd I think this part is my favorite of all,â the girlfriend said, pressing a long kiss into the protagonistâs thigh, right over her stretch marks.
A shudder rippled through the protagonistâs entire body.
The girlfriend took another long moment to savour the protagonistâs thigh, and then without a word got up and crossed the room.
A cold absence flooded over the protagonist from the lack of her girlfriendâs touch. But just as quickly, the girlfriend returned, vibrator in hand.
She placed the vibrator on the protagonistâs clitoris, expertly holding it at just the right angle. Then with her other hand, she slipped two fingers inside the protagonist, pressing upwards into her g-spot.
The tension within the protagonist grew more and more taut, her girlfriendâs hands moving faster and faster, until . . .
The girlfriendâs delighted laughter was second in volume only to the protagonistâs rapturous moans.
The protagonist fell asleep that night warm, and at home, and sinking into her girlfriendâs arms like bathwater.
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