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An Extra Session [Geto Suguru]

Oct. 18 - Geto Suguru x female reader

Your psychiatrist is always so kind and accommodating, does he treat all his patients this well? The answer is no. You're special and Dr Geto is going to use all your weaknesses to his advantage...

warnings: dark content, corruption, age gap (reader is 20 and Geto is mid to late 30s), abuse of power, doctor/patient relationship, obsessive behaviour, virginity loss, manipulation, handjob, messy first blowjob, pussy fingering, pussy eating, unprotected sex, cumshot, cum eating

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Depraved, vile and manipulative - all accurate depictions of his current actions. Geto should feel ashamed, or at the very least guilty, but he didn’t feel even an ounce of it.

He was well aware of the superiority complex that plagued him, which was why he had found himself in the medical field and the reason his private practice was considered the top in his specialty. Geto Suguru was the best psychiatrist in the prefecture, perhaps even one of the top in the country.

From his position of power, Dr Geto should be helping you overcome your issues in a healthy, sustainable manner as he did for his other clients, but instead, he was trying to use your insecurities to crawl inside your pants.

Depraved.

A thick finger dragged across the loose leaf papers of your file, eyeing the snapshot of your shy little face that was clipped to your introductory questionnaire.

You were the perfect embodiment of a people pleaser, the meekest of flowers that would only bloom like an exquisite rare flower under certain conditions and Geto was obsessed.

He could identify the toxic trait in himself, that dark drive within his psyche that drove him on and overrode the sane part of his brain that warned him to stop. To stop before he took it too far, stop before he did something he might regret.

It was too late for that.

The second he had checked out your social media pages, he had edged his toe over the line of professional decency; after that, he had tumbled headfirst down the rabbit hole.

He knew all the people you called friends, family members that you worked so hard to keep in touch with and the boys that were desperately trying to pursue you despite your complete naivety towards their actions.

Of course, you spoke about many of them in your weekly sessions, but you didn’t know that he had clicked on every profile open to him. Admired the photos and saved his favourites on his personal computer. Dr Geto had an entire file on you that had nothing to do with your patient file…

Fisting his cock he pumped in steady but quick pulls, tugging himself closer to the brink of ecstasy as he imagined you kneeling beneath his desk. Batting those innocent doe eyes as if you didn’t know how fucking pretty you were. Wearing those perfectly decent, ‘I’m a good girl’ skirts and always ensuring you tucked the material tight against your thighs when you sat on his plush couch.

Would you blush when your lips wrapped around his swollen mushroom tip, would you grimace at the salty taste of his arousal on your tongue?

Vile.

Geto’s head rolled against the head support at the thought. The idea that he might convince you into relieving the absolutely sinful ache in his heavy balls, it was a heady one.

There were only minutes to go until your session was scheduled to begin, it was a race against the clock. A sprint to release the demons burning in his soul and to ensure that he remained merciful for another week.

It had become a game to him, this little charade of fucking into his fist mere minutes before you arrived in order to quell his desire to see you broken by his will. He could do it, it would be like child’s play and that was why he had to deter those whims. Picturing all the lewd and filthy acts he would coerce you into doing with the faintest shift in his tone. You were so very affected by speech and he adored that about you.

Geto rocked backwards, a slight squeak from his desk chair and his hips were driving up to meet his hand. Palm twisting atop his weeping cockhead and his sensitive skin twitching from the sensation. He was so near, biting down on his lip as he saw your tear-filled eyes in his mind's eye.

The intercom on his desk blared to life and midnight eyes snapped open in shock. The breathy voice of his sickly sweet and simpering receptionist announced your arrival and he cursed beneath his breath.

Ire flooded his body, filling him with potent venom as he tucked himself back into his pants and fixed himself to hide the painful erection.

Growling to send you in, he cleaned his hands and threw the used tissue into the trash. He knew that events would not unfold well for you today, this extra session that you had implored him was absolutely necessary earlier in the week was about to turn into something altogether wicked…

Manipulative.

You couldn’t deny how a sense of calm descended upon you the very moment you stepped into the softly lit office. The smile of the receptionist was genuine, the abundance of plants in the waiting area and the low melody of music settled your nerves just as you needed.

Dr Geto was a genius, a prophet, a God.

His every word, you hung upon with fixed fascination. You had a crush on your psychiatrist - no - that wasn’t right. This was no crush, it was a deep infatuation and there was no cure. The real problem was that you didn’t recognise that you were obsessed with the clever man and that made things all the more dangerous.

Sure, he was attractive.

Older than you were, certainly, but he maintained a youthful physique and there was not a single line or wrinkle on his sharp, angular face.

You had often wondered if his hair would feel as soft and silky as it looked, the vast length more often than not tucked up into a top knot and you itched to touch it one day.

Yet, what attracted you most was the brain behind the looks, the insights and the words of advice that always hit their mark. Dr Geto was a genius and you revered him as a God.

The problem was, that he knew it...

Why did you need this extra session? You stumbled to remember the hastily fumbled words from the telephone conversation earlier this week. Something about your manager, something clearly trivial if you had already forgotten but you were happy to see your handsome doctor so soon after your last visit.

There was a sense of something different in the air this dark stormy afternoon. Rain lashed the windows that lined his snug office, the vibrant orange leaves of fall dulled by a persistent gloom that fell over the skies like a heavy woollen blanket. Even the eyes that observed you as you entered the room seemed distant, unattached and cool.

It made you frown, lips tugging down in one fell swoop and a lead weight filled your stomach. You failed to notice that your frown had brought a smile to his lips, those sweeping lines curved into something sinister but you were too busy trying to figure out how to lift his mood to realise that you were already doing so.

The normal routine of your session began in earnest, recapping the last visit and going over the small tasks he had assigned as ‘homework’ along with the results and observations.

Speaking to Dr Geto was always nerve-wracking, you worried you’d say something wrong, that he’d think you dumb or inept but you stumbled on because he wanted you to. Everything that you did, every word or confession you spilt and every action you take outside of his office was a direct response to his wishes.

Sure, it was meant to be for your benefit but the euphoria that laced your blood when he offered a genuinely pleased smile was enough to make you feel drunk. Endorphins scream at full tilt as you received the biggest hit of pleasure from his happiness, but that was the problem. You should be finding pleasure in your own happiness and not in others.

“Why are you here today?” he asked and the abruptness of the question knocked you sideways. Your fingers twisted into the pleats of your charcoal grey skirt, inadvertently raising the hem and gifting your dutiful doctor a rare glimpse of the tops of your thighs.

“I - I don’t really remember the reason, it seemed so crucial in the moment but now that I’m here… I’m sorry, I’m wasting your time, aren’t I?”

It was a statement you made with alarming regularity, never believing yourself to be worthy of someone’s time and attention even when you were paying for it. You expected the normal reassurance that he was here for you, that you were his patient and he was in no way imposed by your requirements, but it didn’t come.

“Yes, it seems that way,” Dr Geto retorted. His cheek rested against his fist, a mean smile dancing on his lips and it sent you reeling.

Reeling to fix your mistake, to please him, to make it so that you weren’t wasting his time. Anxiety turned your blood icy, the slosh of it burning your veins and bringing tears to your eyes.

The wobble of your lip and the way your fingers fidgeted quicker and quicker in your lap, it was enough to make him want to push you back against the sunshine-yellow couch you sat upon. To straddle your chest and watch your eyes turn wide as he pressed his aching cockhead against those plump, wobbly lips.

Schooling his features, Geto sighed—deep and heavy—his eyes stared towards the ceiling and ignored the pitiful display you were putting on. The wringing of your hands and your knees that bashed into one another as you squirmed like a worm caught on a hook. It was an apt metaphor, he certainly was baiting you, you simply didn’t know it.

“Funny isn’t it?”

“What is?” you squeaked in response, your voice high and needy.

A finger idly traced the open page of the notebook he always held on the arm of his chair, he waited until your gaze fell on his wandering digit. Snaring your attention with the slow methodical movement, as if he were tracing lines of text when in reality the page was naked.

“Hmm… this persistent need to please others, the desire that you feel to ensure that everyone else is happy even at your own expense, and you don’t show me the same courtesy.”

“I - I don’t—” you managed to stammer, floundering in your thoughts, but silence as the man you usually look up to as a genius snaps his fingers.

“I’m still talking and you are listening,” he stated coolly.

He paused for a second, testing to make sure you understood. “Not only are you encroaching on an afternoon that I had planned to keep free, but you are also five minutes early and I didn’t get to finish.”

Every synapse in your brain fires at full tilt, scrambling for context clues as to what he possibly could mean by ‘didn’t get to finish’, what could this possibly mean?

Heart sinking into your toes, your eyes swivelled the width of his office but nothing seemed out of place. The space is uncluttered as usual, only then did you notice the open manila folder on his desk, a photo that appears oddly familiar barely visible from this angle.

“It’s your file, I was perusing the contents before I was so rudely interrupted,” Dr Geto explains, noticing your squinting eyes and the crane of your neck towards his desk. Somehow the word ‘perusing’ does not sound as innocent as it should and you squirm in your seat.

“Should I go?” you ask timidly, yet every part of you is screaming to stay. You would be absolutely miserable if you were to leave here with things unresolved, with someone unhappy with you - how unthinkable!

Geto smirks behind his hand, eyes remaining cool and unreadable as he fixes them on your agitated posture. If he asked you to kneel on the floor and then roll over like an obedient puppy, you would do it without question. It’s a euphoric feeling, the power he wields over you and his tongue swiped a path across his lower lip in anticipation. The heaviness in his balls urges him onward, but this is not something to be rushed, he would savour corrupting you wholly.

Ignoring your pathetic question, he poses his own, “Tell me, are you still a virgin? Did you stop seeing that boy we discussed previously?”

You’re slouched on the couch now, fingers still nervously fidgeting and your brow lowered whilst you attempted to keep up with this erratic session. It’s like nothing you’ve ever experienced, but you can’t help but bask in the knowledge that he remembered discussing your ex, even though it is his job to do so.

“Uh, I - y-yes, I’m still a virgin, but I don’t know what that has—”

His teeth clicked in annoyance, a warning shot in your direction as his fingers steepled beneath his chin. “I’ll be the one asking the questions, and I don’t believe you’ve answered one of them…”

“I'm not seeing him anymore,” you murmured into your chest.

That’s what he wanted to hear, the unfettered joy that burst in his chest at the knowledge only fuels the fire in his mind. No twenty-something fuckboy should be allowed the divine gift of your virginity, taking that was his job and he wanted to praise you, tell you what a good girl you were for listening to his advice. Advice that had been for your benefit, if you squinted, but was more a selfish desire of his own.

Geto’s already straining cock thickened upon hearing this news, the expensive slacks digging against his sensitive shaft and he wanted to release some of his pent-up frustration and discomfort.

“Come here,” he demanded with the merest flick of his finger. His voice softened, a reward for your answers and for following his advice.

You were a foal walking for the very first time as you stood and took the three shaky steps it took to stand before his chair. Under the change in his tone, you bloomed, heat caressing your smooth skin and he let a low hum of appreciation escape his lips.

Dressed in his usual black pants and black dress shirt, you tried not to admire his physique but it was an impossible feat. He was your psychiatrist, it was not okay to lust after a man that was a care provider as well as being more than fifteen years your senior.

Shocked was a pale comparison to how you felt when the man that bathed himself in the light of your body, slid his hands to the belt around his waist. He unbuckled it with deft fingers and your nerves ratcheted up to a new level of anxiety.

“What are you doing?”

“Showing you my cock, little one. I know you’ve seen one before. You told me that boy practically forced you to touch him, didn’t he?”

The words were said so matter of factly, as if this were some standard practice and for a moment you wondered if it was and that you were the one being weird for freaking out. How twisted around his pinky finger you were…

Geto sighed as the cool air kissed his weeping cockhead, the relief of freeing himself from the pressure of his clothes was intense and he gave one lazy pump of his length whilst he waited for your reaction.

Your eyes were as big and round as dinner plates, transfixed by his cock and that only stroked his ego even further. The angry purple tip looked almost painful, veins thick and stark on his tawny skin and the weight of him pulled his dick down to smack against his thigh.

“Dr Geto…”

“Suguru. Right here and now, I’d like for you to call me Suguru. Do you understand?”

Blinking rapidly, your gaze rose from the sight of what could only be described as a fearsome-looking cock, and met eyes of potent liquorice. You tested the name in your head, Suguru, it sounded so fitting and at long last, you knew his given name and had been given - no - commanded to use it.

“Su-Suguru.” Despite the stammer, it sounded like perfection to his ear. He couldn’t wait to hear it from your sweet lips as he made you cry it out in ecstasy. He could purr like a contented cat, and he would but later.

“Good girl,” he soothed. His free hand coiled around your wrist, tugging it away from the pleats of your skirt but his motions were gentle, testing.

“Did you fist that boy’s cock like this? Did you feel how hot and heavy the skin down here is? How the veins pulse as a man nears his peak?”

Your head shook, once then again.

In truth, you had been afraid that your then-boyfriend would be mad at you. Only giving the most cursory of touches to his far less impressive dick before he had taken over and you had simply watched. It had been fascinating at the time, and yet you hadn’t felt the inclination to join in.

Suguru pointed to the spot on the floor between his thighs, spreading himself wider in the chair and rolling his hips forward. You were kneeling before you even realised you were complying with the silent order, every inch of you shivered in anticipation of what he was going to do next.

Thick midnight hair fell in the most beautiful way, the top knot pulled free and his hair draped over his shoulders. Transfixed by the lopsided grin and the calculating eyes that held you fast, you hadn’t noticed that he was wrapping your fingers around his erection.

Heat, heavy and decadent seared your palm. You gasped at how velvety soft his skin felt under your touch, how prominent the veins were against your fingers and how he twitched in your grasp as you tightened your grip.

Suguru fought against his desire to let his head drop back, for his neck to roll against the back of his chair at the simple act of you touching him like he had envisaged a million times. With his lower lip trapped by his teeth, he helped you find a slow rhythm. Letting you explore him like he was some intriguing science experiment.

Dark laughter rumbled from his chest when you gasped at the sensation of the sticky silver strands that leaked from his slit coated your fingers. It was the first sign of you stopping, perhaps coming to your senses that this shouldn’t be happening and he couldn’t have that.

“You'll taste it, won't you?” he grunted with a pout on his lips, daring you to even consider disobeying his wish.

You grimaced at the bitter taste, two fingers pressed down on your tongue and sampled the arousal that continued to leak from him in pearled beads.

The longer you savoured his unique flavour, the more you grew accustomed to it. Certainly, it wasn’t some delicious taste but saliva pooled in your mouth, ropes of it connected your lips and fingers until they broke apart like spider webs under too much tension.

“You’ve no idea how damn attractive you are. I can barely stop myself from forcing those pretty lips open with my cock, to fuck that innocent mouth until you’re gagging on it.”

Big doe eyes were his reward, your entire posture straightened as if you were lit up from his words, lewd though they may be. His hand stroked at the back of your head, brain running a mile a minute as he changed tack and fixed you with another slight pout.

“You’ll take care of me, won’t you, little one? My good girl is always so willing to make me happy. That’s it, baby. Just… like… that. Fuck.”

He was guiding your head down as he spoke, bending you to his will with ease. Your mouth parted much like he knew your thighs would do soon enough and he groaned in delight as his aching tip grazed against a tentative tongue.

As much as he might want to see you ruined, mascara tracks down your cheeks mingled with fat tears, that would have to wait for another time. If he pushed too much you’d run and where would the fun be in that. Corrupt you sure, but he wasn’t prepared to downright force you if you were unwilling.

It appeared that Dr Geto had some semblance of morals after all, twisted though they might be.

You’d seen this act performed in porn, and knew the mechanics of how it worked but it was quite different actually participating. Mere minutes into your first-ever blowjob and your jaw ached. Saliva escaped the sides of your mouth, slurping noises making you blush as your watery eyes strayed up.

His gaze was hooded, lips parted with pants of air passing through them every few seconds. When he locked eyes with you, he licked those devilish lips with a feline smile offered along with a soft groan.

Oh, little one, you’re a natural. Don’t fight it, relax baby. Let me feel your throat,” he hissed through clenched teeth.

You fought down the instinct to reject the intrusion as it neared your throat, the muscles working furiously and causing you to gag around him.

Shifting on your knees in discomfort, you blinked, letting the tears fall from your eyes. Gripping the base of his cock, you squeezed roughly and heard him curse under his breath from the pressure. The nails from your free hand found purchase in the material covering his thigh and bunched it in your frantic grip.

“Fuck. Oh, sweet fucking Jesus. Baby, stop. That’s enough!”

Suguru was practically yelling as he ripped your mouth from his saliva-drenched cock, the wet disconnect of your suctioning cheeks followed by your rasping breaths filled the silence that followed.

A mixture of your saliva and his precum dripped to his tightly drawn balls, a wet stain spreading on the chair beneath him as his cheeks flushed.

It took a moment to find composure, stroking your hair to ensure you knew he wasn’t mad or displeased by your efforts, far from it. His palm traced your cheek, wiping away the remaining tears with his thumb. Gentle and reassuring, as if he weren’t breaking every code of ethics going.

“I think this is the first session where I have said more than you, my dear. I’d like the chance to make you feel good, will you let me do that? It would make me so very happy...”

Subconsciously your face had come to rest against the side of his knee, enjoying the soft petting and whispered words of praise more than you thought you ever would. Your dark God wanted to make you feel good, who were you to deny him that want?

“I don’t feel worthy…”

He snorted. “Nonsense. I’ve wanted to take you to hell before gifting you heaven since the very first moment you walked into my office.”

What an honour, to have been regarded so highly by the genius that was Dr Geto, it spoke to that part of your psyche that you were meant to be working on. It filled you with warmth, that deep-seated desire to feel wanted and needed. This was far from healthy, anyone would see that but you didn't have the luxury of that insight.

“I’d like that… Suguru.”

The smile he flashed at you was like staring at the devil himself.

You could only watch as he slowly undressed, standing for a moment to step out of his pants and underwear before kneeling in front of you. His face was so close, reaching out for you and admiring your features with a reverential eye. A thumb stroked your jawline, ending with it dragging your lower lip down and you dared to nip at the rough textured pad.

Inching closer, warm breath that smelled faintly spicy and laced with traces of tobacco fanned your cheek and you couldn’t bring yourself to look him in the eye. There was a tsk of admonishment followed by a gasp as your head tilted back with a yank on your hair and the blazing stare of the man before you filled your vision.

His lips hovered above yours, waiting, ever the patient man and giving you this one final chance to push away. To come to your fucking senses and run for the hills.

If you kissed him now, it was game over.

Yes, you had held his cock in your fist and taken him into your mouth but if you kissed him your fate was sealed. Suguru conveyed this without saying a single word, he radiated his warning and demanded that you heed it.

You were the metaphorical shiny red apple, so perfect looking yet you were slowly rotting on the inside. The worm had found its way inside and was slowly eroding your purity, replacing it with sinful intentions and indecent thoughts. Who would have thought your handsome and prolific psychiatrist would be capable of such wickedness?

Lips met with soft touches at first, but quickly they turned heated and carnal. Suguru let you lead for a time, responding to the dance of your mouth but finally he swept you into his arms on a whimpered sigh from your throat.

His strong arms pulled you closer, palms flush against your back and you could feel his slicked-up cock press snugly against your stomach. Your mouths only parted enough for him to help you remove the sweater that covered your pretty dress, the straps of which were shoved down your arms until you could feel the cold air on your skin.

Suguru chased the chill from your flesh, his touch igniting every part of you he touched and there was a deep part of you that longed to push your fingers into his hair. Never one to do something purely for selfish means, you were emboldened by the lust that washed through you, the knot of tension that tugged behind your navel and you dared to do it. Fingers spearing into the masses of his thick raven hair, nails scratching against his scalp and you were pushed to the floor as he groaned into your mouth from the sensation.

A palm spread your thighs apart and you squealed into his mouth as you felt the first touch of his hand against your underwear. Your cotton panties were drenched and you were beyond mortified. His tongue flicked lazily against the front of your teeth before retreating.

“Is this all for me? I’m honoured.” Suguru traced the edge of your panties, hooking his thumbs behind the flimsy elastic band and tugging them down in swift movements. He knelt between your spread thighs and heat burst along your skin.

You covered your face with your hands, biting down on your fingers as the dark-haired male teased a sole finger along your slit. No one had touched you here other than yourself. Plenty had wanted to, but something always held you back, it never felt right. This shouldn’t feel right, yet it did.

Strands of sticky arousal caked his finger in an instant, your hips rolled against the plush carpet and you watched through your fingers as he sucked that sticky finger entirely clean. It shouldn't make your insides squirm like a pit of writhing vipers, should it?

“Knew you’d taste sweeter than cream, you're gonna let me taste you properly, yeah?” he asked with a rasp, already lowering himself so his face peaked up from below the bunched skirt of your dress.

A quick nod and your back arched so high that you thought your spine might break clean in two. The fat stripe he licked along your folds curled your toes and your hands flew to his hair once more. Dark irises studied your expression, watched for every telltale sign of what you liked and stored it away for future use.

Your skin tasted more delicious than anything he had ever sampled, his nose nestled against the short curls at your mound and pressed against your bundle of nerves. He alternated between short sharp strokes of his tongue and long languid licks from below your clenching entrance right to your throbbing clit.

Suguru eased his fingers into your tight pussy, braced on one forearm that hooked around the outside of your hip. He held you down as best he could whilst you bucked and writhed as new sensations assaulted you from every direction.

You whined at the stretch from his digits but he refused to relent, knowing how much more the burn of his cock would feel without this much-needed prepping.

He refused to acknowledge the warnings in the back of his mind, the way that he was becoming addicted to your scent and taste. He ignored how fucking amazing you made him feel every time you tugged on his hair or called his name out when you experienced something new. You were so responsive to his every touch, you were made for him and he would make you his before the day was out.

“Don’t hold back little one, cum for me. You can do it, just let go.”

Suguru quickened the thrust of his fingers, curling them further to press down against the spot that was swelling from his expert attention. The very second his lips attached to your clit, you exploded like the most magnificent firework.

Never had he heard such colourful language from you before, the cacophony of curses mingled with his name and the offerings to a God he did not believe in. His fingers were practically thrown from your pussy, the walls clenching down so tightly and the slippery release enough to make his eyes momentarily widen before he could compose himself.

What a sight.

His innocent patient lying spread out on the floor of his office, hair fanning your head like an angel’s halo and your tits close to spilling over the soft cups of your bra. Translucent arousal covered your thighs, the skin shiny and he had half a mind to simply lick you clean, but there were more pressing matters to attend to first.

It was evident you were still riding your orgasm, lip tightly tucked between your teeth and each gentle touch of his hands made you whimper and jerk. Suguru kissed a path up your torso, leaving sticky patches of your essence on your collarbone and neck as he lowered himself atop you.

His cock slid with ease along your messy folds, toying with you for only long enough to steal more kisses and interlock your fingers beside your head. This was the moment he had waited for, had hoped would come and after nearly a year, you were going to be his.

“Will you let me fuck your cute pussy, little one?” he asked and almost immediately balked at himself. Why the fuck was he giving you an out, now? He should be splitting you open like he needed to, not asking for your fucking permission.

Suguru breathed a sigh of relief as you nodded shyly, gazing at him softly from below your lashes. You had just cum all over his face and fingers and yet you still looked like the most timid little flower—perfection.

Without a second's hesitation, he pressed forward, the pressure against his thick tip enough to make him grunt like an animal. He rocked himself back and forth, opening you further with each thrust of his hips. You whimpered, whined and pressed your face into the crook of his neck with every stretch of your virgin pussy.

How it burned, the sensation of being split apart was enough to bring fresh tears to your eyes and oh fuck, did you want to yell at him to stop. To stop moving, to pull out and let your thighs come together. The fear of his response stopped you, the familiar tingle of wanting to please filled your chest and your brain and all you could do was breathe through it.

You only half heard the whispered words of praise that he lavished upon you, every further inch that he bullied into your tight cunt resulted in more and more messy, open-mouthed kisses. You thought you might die or at least pass out. Stifling a sniffle, you tightened the fingers that laced with his own.

Suddenly, it stopped.

The agonising pain of accepting Suguru into your body ceased, a warm feeling flooded your abdomen and you blinked up into a face twisted in pleasure.

“You’re so tight, I might not last…”

His voice was hoarse, strangled with the tendons on his neck on prominent display. Your hips were pressed together, his cock so deep in your body that you were truly worried that he could rearrange your guts. When he pulled back, you moaned and it sounded like the most filthy noise you had ever made in your life.

Suguru gasped in reaction, obsidian eyes boring into your skull as his pace picked up. You could feel every part of him, your walls hugging and contoured to accommodate him to sheer perfection.

You were made to take this man, this darkly handsome man that manipulated you into this situation and used your weaknesses to his advantage. He was no God, he was the Devil and you had sold your soul to him. Signed your name in blood and there wasn’t a hint of regret in your mind.

The longer he stroked his cock into your pussy the bolder you became, you were the one to kiss him and suck on his swollen lips. Your tongue twisted around his and licked against his teeth. You arched your back, lifting your hips and shifting the angle of his cock to press just right on that special spot he had found earlier. You groaned in his ear and whispered for him to go faster, harder.

All he could do was everything that you asked of him, he had fallen hook, line and sinker for you.

For a second, Suguru frowned as a fleeting thought crossed his mind. Had you wanted this all along? Had you played him more than he had played you? It was gone in an instant as your head tipped back and you chanted his name in blind reverence.

“Suguru. Suguru! Oh fuck, Suguru!”

Once again he felt your precipice and quickened to send you careening over the edge. Your thighs tightened around his lean hips, the pressure in his balls close to exploding as your walls milked him.

You fell first, but you were bringing him with you this time. Clinging to Suguru like he was the only anchor in a stormy sea, the knots within your stomach released all at once and then you felt the white-hot heat of thick ropes of cum splashing against your thighs.

For the longest time, you simply stared at one another, both coming down from your highs and not daring to look away.

The smile you gifted him was new, it made his head tilt as he observed you from above. After a long moment, he returned the smile and let his head sink against your heaving chest.

Who had corrupted who? Did it really matter when you both got exactly what you wanted?

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evenmorefatallyobsessed · 4 months

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Models Goal for 2024

Huh 115 (71 Left), not small but not nearly as big as I figured... Neat. Also these models aren't in any particular order.

I think I should be able to clear them fairly fast actually, we'll guess we'll see.

1. Coco Adel (RWBY)

2. Lisa Lavender (RWBY)

3. Gwen Darcy (RWBY)

4. Nebula Violette (RWBY)

5. Dew Gayl (RWBY)

6. Octavia Ember (RWBY)

7. Ariel Vasilias/ Neptune's Lawyer Mom (RWBY)

8. Star Sanzang/ Sun's Cousin (RWBY)

9. Comet Sanzang/ Sun's Cousin (RWBY) (Scrapped Character)

10. Iris Marilla/ Beacon 2nd Year (RWBY)

11. Tortuga/ Ace-Ops Dead Member (RWBY)

12. Rowena Sunnybrook/ Shade's Weapon Teacher (RWBY)

13. Humanoid Crocea Mors (RWBY)

14. Bianca Prisma (RWBY)

15. Roane Ashwood/ Flynt's (RWBY)

16. Ivy Thickety/ Sun's (RWBY)

17. Ruda Tilleroot (RWBY)

18. Atlas Milfs/ Jaune's Fan Club (RWBY)

19. Arslan Atlan/ Sun's (RWBY)

20. Oliver Harper/ Flynt's (RWBY)

21. Trifa/ White Fang Girl/ Mercury's (RWBY)

22. Sun Wukong (RWBY)

23. Mercury Black (RWBY)

24. Flynt Coal (RWBY)

25. Iona Rockshow (RWBY)

26. Sunset Shimmer (My Little Pony)

27. Starlight Glimmer (My Little Pony)

28. Celestia (My Little Pony)

29. Luna (My Little Pony)

30. Maud Pie (My Little Pony)

31. Apple Bloom (My Little Pony)

32. Sweetie Belle (My Little Pony)

33. Scootaloo (My Little Pony)

34. Trixie (My Little Pony)

35. Ember (My Little Pony)

36. Gabby (My Little Pony)

37. Lancer Artoria (Fate Stay Series)

38. Assassin Artoria (Fate Stay Series)

39. Saber Lily (Fate Stay Series) (Commissioned)

40. Mordred (Fate Stay Series) (Commissioned)

41. Jeanne D'Arc (Fate Stay Series)

42. Jeanne D'Arc Alter (Fate Stay Series)

43. Barghest (Fate Stay Series)

44. Suzu Hagimura (Seitokai Yakuindomo) (Commissioned)

45. Mona Megistus (Genshin Impact)

46. Amber (Genshin Impact)

47. Fubuki (One Punch Man)

48. Tatsumaki (One Punch Man)

50. Leone (Akame Ga Kill)

51. Rangiku Matsumoto (Bleach)

52. Yoruichi Shihouin (Bleach)

53. Tier Harribel (Bleach)

54. Nelliel Tu Odelschwanck (Bleach)

55. Sio-Feng/ Soifon (Bleach)

56. Riruka Dokugamine (Bleach)

57. Haineko (Bleach)

58. Kirche von Zerbst (Familar of Zero)

59. Henrietta de Tristain (Familar of Zero)

60. Tabitha/ Charlotte de Gallia (Familar of Zero)

61. Tiffania Westwood (Familar of Zero)

62. Siesta (Familar of Zero)

63. Guiche de Gramont (Familar of Zero) (It's okay to cuck cheaters in my book)

64. Hideri Kanzaki (Blend S)

65. Tristana (League of Legends) (Blame @palaceofpassion for making me lowkey love this character I know nothing about)

66. Poppy (League of Legends) (Same as the one above)

67. Lulu (League of Legends)

68. Vex (League of Legends)

69. Aloe (Interspecies Reviewers)

70. Crimvael (Interspecies Reviewers)

71. Chika Fujiwara (Kaguya-Sama, Love is War)

72. Toyomi Fujiwara (Kaguya-Sama, Love is War)

73. Moeha Fujiwara (Kaguya-Sama, Love is War)

74. Maki Shijo (Kaguya-Sama, Love is War)

75. Ai Hayasaka (Kaguya-Sama, Love is War)

76. Kei Shirogane (Kaguya-Sama, Love is War)

77. Sakura (Don't Toy With Me Nagatoro)

78. Yoshi (Don't Toy With Me Nagatoro)

79. Maki Gamou (Don't Toy With Me Nagatoro)

80. Sana Sunomiya/ President (Don't Toy With Me Nagatoro)

81. Hana Sunomiya (Don't Toy With Me Nagatoro)

82. Misaki Nagatoro/ Nagatoro's Older Sister (Don't Toy With Me Nagatoro)

83. Samus Aran (Metroid)

84. Princess Peach (Mario)

85. Princess Daisy (Mario)

86. Princess Rosalina (Mario)

87. Koopa Queen Bowsette (Mario)

88. Morrigan Aensland (Dark Stalker)

89. Lilith Aensland (Dark Stalker)

90. Felicia (Dark Stalker)

91. Amy Rose (Sonic)

92. Rouge the Bat (Sonic)

93. Blaze the Cat (Sonic)

94. Jessica Rabbit (Who Framed Roger Rabbit)

95. Holli Would (Cool World)

96. Ty Lee (Avatar)

97. Toph Beifong (Avatar)

98. Hestia (Is It Wrong to Try to Pick Up Girls in a Dungeon?)

99. Rumi Usagiyama/ Mirko (My Hero Academia)

100. Kaina Tsutsumi / Lady Nagant (My Hero Academia)

101. Melissa Shield (My Hero Academia)

102. Mei Hatsume (My Hero Academia)

103. Shino Sosaki/ Mandalay (My Hero Academia)

104. Ryuko Tsuchikawa/ Pixie-Bob (My Hero Academia)

105. Tomoko Shiretoko/ Ragdoll (My Hero Academia)

106. Lucoa (Kobayashi-san Chi no Maid Dragon)

107. Diana Prince/ Wonder Woman (DC Comics)

108. Raven (DC Comics)

109. Starfire (DC Comics)

110. Blackfire (DC Comics)

111. Jinx (DC Comics)

112. Argent (DC Comics)

113. Dee Dee Sisters (DC Comics)

114. Harley Quinn (DC Comics)

115. Izumo Kamiki (Blue Exorcist)

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celiciaa · 7 months

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GILBERT VON OBSIDIAN EVENT STORY....

SWEET.

Together with the prince.

translations are not 100% accurate. expect mistakes.

MINORS DNI.

Emma: I want my big brother to love me!

The little rabbit's cheeks turned slightly red and her smile widened as she declared innocently.

(No, no…she’s just a child.)

Gilbert: Are you referring to another big brother?

Emma: Yeah.

Gilbert: Does that brother have anything to do with what happened earlier?

Emma: He is.

(No way, Emma's first love….)

There was only one thing in mind.

Gilbert: I understand. You’re talking about big brother Akatsuki, right?

The owner of the bookstore where Emma works has known her since she was a child.

At around this age, Emma should know.

Emma: No.

(I was wrong.)

Emma: But I heard it from big brother Akatsuki.

Emma: There was a boy in a certain place who never gave up on people in need.

Emma: Like the crying children and grandmothers in trouble….

Emma: Or an older sister who is fighting and an older brother who is tired….

Emma: That boy is smart, and he always helps in all kinds of ways.

(….)

Emma: Everyone laughs when that boy is around.

Emma: Whether he was angry, crying, sad, or frustrated….

Emma: Everyone laughs and forgets all the bad stuff.

Emma: I want to be like that big brother.

Gilbert: Why?

Emma: Because it makes me happy when people laugh.

Emma: I'm trying so hard to be like him….

Emma: …I'm doing my best…

Emma gripped the hem of her dress again and looked closely at the place where the man had disappeared.

(You wanted him to laugh, regardless of whether he was a villain or not. ...There's probably no logic to it.)

(Being able to feel the smiles of others as if they were your happiness is a certain talent.)

(The little rabbit originally had that talent…)

(After hearing Akatsuki's story, I came to consider that a boy who no longer exists anywhere became an ideal.)

I was overcome by an indescribable emotion, and my smile almost crumbled.

(…No wonder, the little rabbit reminded me of my past self.)

(I thought we were alike, but…)

(I guess because of me, you have learned the "bad" way to put others before yourself.)

Gilbert: Hey, little rabbit. Would you like to meet that boy?

Emma: Gil, do you know him!?

Emma's eyes lit up, and I could feel the strength of her passion.

Gilbert: But he might not be the same big brother you think he is, you know?

Gilbert: People change. That child may become someone completely different from what you longed for.

Gilbert: He may become the kind of adult who ignores people in need and does not reach out to them.

(….You must have been very disappointed in me for not thinking anything of the fight between the traffickers/smugglers, aren’t you?)

Gilbert: Do you still want to see him?

Emma: I want to!

Emma: After all, big brother Akatsuki said so.

Emma folds her arms cutely and raises her eyebrows.

Perhaps she is imitating Akatsuki.

Emma: "People are like roses."

Emma: "Roses may wither, bloom, or bud depending on the season."…

Emma: "The roots remain the same no matter what."

Gilbert: ….

Emma: That’s why I'm sure big brother hasn't changed at all.

Emma: Because his roots will always remain the same.

("Father" even talked about that to the little Emma.)

I felt like I learned about Emma's background as she grew up as Rhodolite's Belle.

Emma: Even so…

Emma: Maybe I don't want to see him just yet.

Gilbert: Huh, you looked so eager to see him earlier.

Emma: Because, you know, I'm still not as good as my big brother.

Emma: I want everyone to laugh, but sometimes I can't…

Emma: It would be best to meet my big brother once I am able to do things properly.

Emma: …I want to love my big brother as much as he loves me.

Emma: So don't tell anyone...Gil.

Finally, Emma lowers her voice and puts a small finger in front of her lips.

(This child's cuteness is now a deadly weapon. She’s dangerous. ...I need to notify the castle immediately of a no-contact order.)

Even though I was touched by her gestures, my mouth couldn’t help but relax.

(Maybe I'm just having a convenient dream….)

(If this is the little rabbit's first love, I've heard good things.)

Gilbert: Hehe, got it. Whenever you want to see him, just let me know, okay?

Emma: Yes!

With the little rabbit smiling again, we walk around the town again.

We ate lots of delicious food, bought "sparkles", and played with the playground equipment at the park in town….

In the meantime, the sky changed color and the night, favored by the wicked, arrived.

Roderich: Lord Gilbert.

As Emma was sleeping soundly on the bed, which was too big for a small child, I was soothing her body,

Roderich entered without a sound and kneeled.

Gilbert: Did you find it?

Roderich: As you command.

Gilbert: That's good. I'm sure you investigated his additional charges as well?

Roderich: Yes.

I received the document that was handed to me and looked through it.

There were all sorts of dirty deeds that the little rabbit wouldn't be able to see.

(Aah, this is no good.)

(I never intended to keep him alive in the first place, but there is so much corruption and deception.)

Gilbert: Roderich, let’s switch places.

I let go of Emma and I stood up.

Roderich: No, I'll handle it myself——

Gilbert: This time it's okay because it includes personal information.

I put on the jacket I had taken off and checked the gun I always carry, apart from my cane.

When I loaded a bullet into an empty chamber and put it in my pocket,

I turned to Roderich, who was puzzled about what to do with little Emma.

Gilbert: But you know what will happen if the little rabbit gets more attached to you, don't you?

Roderich: I'll try not to wake her up.

Gilbert: Yeah, just be careful, okay?

Gilbert: ….I’m sorry, Emma.

I walked over to her without making a sound and stroked her bangs lightly.

Emma's expression was calm as if she was dreaming about something.

Gilbert: You said that the roots remain the same, but that's not true.

Gilbert: The roots of flowers rot if they're in the wrong environment.

Gilbert: …But I will never let your roots rot. // But your roots will never rot.

Gilbert: May you remain a beautiful woman at heart….

Gilbert: And I’ll do what I must.

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#ikemen prince #ikepri #ikemen prince spoilers #ikepri jp #ikepri translations #ikemen series #cybird #gilbert von obsidian #ikepri gilbert

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midnightscxre · 9 months

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@feral-fuqboi-danny

It was a secret that was held like breath underwater. It rose up to her throat, which squeezed it , gurgled it back into her chest, where it, like a carbon dioxide, wrestled with her lungs and demanded to get out. But it didn’t. It couldn’t Not after what she did. What she was doing for a long time.

Clare’s days in solitude were over. The tent she destroyed to make a hammock between the long, tall branches of the two pine trees was cut down, and dragged to the clear sight among the other survivors. It didn’t happened over night, or did, she was not certain. It was like feeding a wounded animal, with patience and dedication, the other survivors were hell bent on luring her back into the in the meager dimensions of security, near to the bon fire. The day that changed what seemed to be an eternity was when the temperamental loner that was mostly despised saved every single survivor just when it was time for them to be consumed by the entity.

She had an exit. And everyone thought she will take it.

But the redhead did the opposite, humiliating the killer in the process. And no other, than Myers, the one counting sins mercilessly in silence. After all, the man stole the gravestone in pure malice, to continue his wicked path of revenge. However, that night he ended up with a foot in the head, knife hammered to his hand, and to top it off, ruined mask with a fire cracker no less. What she did, took great bravery and even more insanity, but the example she showed, to go after the killers, bloomed fast, and soon enough, she became a leader, everyone spearheaded by the fearless redhead. It gave them hope. It gave their spirit something more than the desire to run, to be more than rabbits running in front of their certain demise. The slight change in the survivor’s behavior didn’t end there. To be frank, there were secrets, hidden affairs, favorites. . . the place was worst than Big brother, just here the lucky ones won their life not ravaged for Entity’s entertainment. But from all the shenanigans, drama and private affairs, there was something that was almost a taboo subject, something no one dared to do. And that was to openly and loudly, mock the killers. Even around the spitting embers. Mocking the killers meant more suffering, brutal kills, a unholy torture. . . but quickly it became a routine, fun way to spend the night. Again, starting with Clare.

The woman went after all the killers, maybe the Huntress a bit less due to the history told in whispers, but there was one she had her claws in the most. Shroud always hiding every inch of his body, shadows covering his every move and embracing him as one of their own, silence was his weapon, stealth his death sentence he forced upon everyone. . . with more joy than others, with such enjoyment that he even took photos to admire or mock later, who knows, Clare swore he even jerked on them. Sick fuck. So, she did what no one else has done before. Went to the killer’s realm in order to do mischief. In order mess with them. With him.

It was not easy, not in the slightest. Risk was higher than with others, this one could be anywhere and no one would hear him coming. But after months of effort, she got a window of ten minutes she needed. It seemed the man was a fan of the Legion, and while he was enjoying himself with his ‘ friends ‘, scarlet haired woman entered his living area. . . and made sure he knew it. Stolen goods, ruined photos with a red marker stating ‘ DICKface ‘, Eat it, Fuck you, You are no ones favorite scary movie, just a comedy’ .. . . the messages were endless, along with the photos of her middle finger on every empty film roll he owned. However. . . there was something she didn’t expect. A photo. Hidden photo. Clare stared in shock and. . .well, fascination. The only killer hell bent over never to uncover his face, the only one no one has seen. . . had his mask off. Taking a photo with the legion. Pine-green eyes stared at the undeniably handsome face. Two dark pearls of the eyes luring her in with something dangerous, challenging. . . promising. That staring nearly got her caught, hearing the movement in the last second, and fleeing the ‘ crime scene ‘ with the picture by mistake.

It started. . . strange. Gazing at the photo in private, under the ‘ new ‘ tent the survivors helped her to built. Frowning at the picture, throwing it around, nearly tearing it, since it had some unexplained charm to it, something that pulled her in like a magnet. Something that brought a bunch of realizations she managed to burry until that cursed moment when she saw his face. The way he operated and staled -- flawless, a skill to admire in eve. The way he played with the pray --- fascinating to observe, specially to her and her endless interest in such people. The way he thrived and bathed in every sick kill and slash he made, the way the hoarse voice sounded, the way the deep, smoky laugh echoed through the fog. . . it made a lethal combination in her mind, and before she knew it, the one she wanted ruin the most, became the favorite killer, and she didn’t look forward to his arrival only to ruin his day. . . oh no, it was much, much more.

It began with comments, whistles, waves . . giving away her position for no reason, stalking him, like they were playing a game. Much less pallets on his head, much more small things that don’t hurt as much thrown at him. Much more. . . ‘ playful ‘ winks and jokes. Of course, none of it sounded nice, playful or anything that would be mistaken for something that is ‘ not ‘ . . . but it was. . . very different. So different people started to notice, the survivors, some of them.

Clare was low on ground, fingers resting on the muddy surface. The hook hovering over her head. She looked around, hearing the busy hands working on a generator. She was supposed to stay and guard the area, to alert. . . but what she wanted, was to distract. Ivory color of the mask flashed quickly behind the thick tree trunk, almost seeming as a literal ghost. . . but she knew it was him. A a secretive and scheming grin on her face. Her heart accelerated with some form of happiness, like the teenager seeing their crush in the hallways. It was so foolish it slipped her mind, and just like that, she got to her feet. “ Photos you take are so. . . boring. All the same poses, all the same places, same bleeding shit. . and so much potential is wasted. “ Long, elegant arms reached for the hook, bringing the whole body up with ease. “ Always thought this grim things were much more exciting than a stripper pole. “ Hourglass shaped moved quickly, sensually, as she flipped her head and allowed herself upside down then back, spreading the alluring inked legs before wrapping them around the hook again. “ Was that one of your kinks, hm? Chasing down strippers and prostitutes for an easy kill. It’s a good start. No one looks for them, they don’t scream when you touch them, you can take your time with both pleasures, if you are catching my drift. “ Remaining to swing like she isn’t confronted by a killer that is known to go feral on the sight on her, dedicated to tear her apart, she continued. “ What was your choice? Brunette? Blonde?. . . Redheads? “ Cheeky green on the plump lips, teasing the man. . . or. . . . . fishing for some information about his taste.

#IDJSONDWSOD HERE IT IS HOPE YOU LIKE IT #OSJDOS YES HERE WE GO #feral-fuqboi-danny: danny #ft. clare #main ship:cxd

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wildflower-otome · 1 month

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[Translation] Clover no Kuni no Alice ~Promise Red~ Light Novel - Chapter 7

Writer: Sana Shirakawa Artist: 文月ナナ

ACT 7 - Red eyes make a binding promise

This place was always coloured a vivid red.

From the furniture down to the flowers blooming in the garden, it was all a magnificent red. The first time she had come to the Castle, it was so striking she had found it overwhelming to look at, but had now grown completely used to it.

‘Miss, what would this one be?’

‘That one is…..my spare clothes, I think. Then, would I be able to get you to place it near that closet? I'll put them away later.’

‘And what about this one?’

‘Ah, those are some books I bought. I'll put them away on the shelf later too, so for now please put them on the table.’

The maids who were bringing her luggage into various spots in the room happily replied with an, ‘Understood.’ Even though the task had nothing to do with the upkeep of the Castle, not a single one looking as if they found the work disagreeable, they were helping Alice out.

The only person looking dissatisfied was the White Rabbit whom she had forbidden from helping just before.

‘Alice, why won't you let me help you? Even without using these faceless, I would have gladly assisted you.’

‘.....There's no way I'd borrow the help of someone who was trying to throw away my things, on top of skipping out on their own job, is there? Sure you shouldn't be getting back to work now, “Lord” White?’

‘Alice-, please don't say such cold things-’

Ignoring his pleading sounding voice, Alice stuck out her tongue at him a little.

Ten time periods had already passed since the end of the Assembly. Having returned to Heart Castle from Clover Tower, it had been the noon time period just before that the room she had been staying in temporarily had been officially allotted to Alice as her bedroom.

Peter had immediately attempted to arrange it with lavish furniture, and suggested some large scale remodelling, but she had said no to both. That said, if she was going to be staying in this room from now on, it was only the truth that she'd grown to miss the daily essentials she had become used to using.

‘All the same…..I probably can't go get my things from Hatter Mansion, can I.’

Still, she didn't really want to buy everything from scratch all over again. It would be a waste. She wasn't sure what to do.

Just as she was thinking that, Alice's belongings from Hatter Mansion had arrived.

Despite the items being addressed to Alice, the sender had still been Blood. Just as they had finally been about to get through to her after being thoroughly checked countless times, this Prime Minister had ordered them destroyed.

It had been almost miraculous timing that Alice had happened on the scene just as they were about to be thrown out.

She might also have heard it from a little bug as well.

‘They are certainly your belongings, but I was thinking of buying you the same ones brand new. After all, surely you must dislike using things that bunch at Hatter Mansion touched, all covered in germs! Right, Alice?’

‘Don't put me in the same category as you.’

The germaphobic Prime Minister was insistent, but Alice was not the kind of person to agree with him.

She had borrowed the help of the maids to carry them to the place that was now her room, and that was how they had arrived at the current situation.

‘Miss…..these ones seem a little different from the rest, what should we do with them?’

‘Huh? I wonder what they are, I don't think I've seen them before either….’

An object wrapped in paper. From the looks of things, it had been wrapped hastily, but it was something Alice didn't remember seeing before. As she tried holding it in her hands, it wasn't as heavy as it had looked.

It appeared to be the last of the luggage, so after she had thanked them, the maids left the room. After seeing them off, Alice opened the package.

‘Alice, please don't ignore me.’

Raising his voice pitifully, the White Rabbit also peered at the item from beside her.

Tearing off the tape that had been stuck here and there, as she opened it up—there was something unexpected inside.

‘Ah!’

A realistic looking doll that was difficult to call cute, an assortment of orange-coloured cookies, and a thick leather bound book.

‘This must be from Dee and Dum…..somehow or other, it does look like one of their “stress dummies” after all.’

The roughly made doll had something of the air of the ones the twins often brought to the bath to break. The small note written in a flowing cursive attached to it that said, “Whether you're feeling stressed enough that this doll won't be able to help or not, we'll play with you anytime” was very like them.

The case containing the orange-coloured cookies had the words, “I'll keep on looking for stores with tasty looking stuff” energetically scrawled into it. Even if there had been no message, just from the colour she would have been able to tell whom it had been from straight away.

‘That's so like Elliot…’

She could imagine so clearly even the look on his face that he had while choosing amongst his favourite foods she began to smile despite herself.

And then, her hand touched the final item.

‘..........’

A title embossed in gold on a leather cover. It wasn't a book she was familiar with, but she didn't even need to open it to know who it was from.

As she took it into her hands and turned the pages, there was a small bookmark wedged inside. It was a stylish looking item, of a pale red colour, with a cut out in the shape of a rose. The message attached to the bookmark was also written in familiar handwriting.

—Whenever you want to read the next one, come over at anytime—

‘.....I wonder if they're thinking I'm the type to keep coming back home.’

All the same, it made her happy, and she was unable to help laughing a little.

Even if they were apart, even if they didn't live in the same place, it made her happy that her bond with them wouldn't disappear.

‘Alice.’

‘Ah, Peter. Looks like these are presents from everyone-…..Hey, what's wrong?’

Seeing the White Rabbit look so obviously discontent, the girl tilted her head quizzically.

On the other hand, seeing Alice look so puzzled, Peter let out a sigh.

‘Why are you so happy about presents from the likes of them-? Even though if you wanted the same thing, I would give it to you…..this is too cruel-’

‘Um…..the reason presents make people happy isn't just to do with the thing itself, you know?’

With what intention the other person gave it to you, understanding how they’d felt when they'd chosen it. It was because you knew that they had been thinking of you, that the giving itself brought one joy.

Still, apparently not understanding the delicacy of such emotions the White Rabbit was muttering, ‘As I thought, I should have disposed of them while you weren't looking.’

‘Just so you know, it would be meaningless for you to copy everyone and give me the same thing, Peter.’

‘Wha-! H-How did you know that was what I was thinking…!?’

‘.....So that was what you were going to do.’

She had thought that it couldn't be, but apparently it had been the right decision to warn him in advance. Normally she didn't understand what this Rabbit was thinking, but it was only in times like this she could read his thoughts.

Smiling wryly at the red eyes as they looked at the book Alice was holding with strong distaste, after temporarily putting it down on the table, she gently stretched her hands out to the White Rabbit's cheeks.

‘Peter.’

‘Alice?’

And then, standing on tiptoe—she lightly pressed her lips against his.

She laughed at the White Rabbit, whose eyes were widened with surprise.

‘Peter…..aren’t you happy to get a kiss from me? Would you have preferred a kiss from someone else?’

‘'No-, of course not-! If another person did the same thing, I would shoot them-’

For the time being choosing to ignore this disquieting remark, Alice continued to smile broadly.

This Rabbit didn't understand things unless they were said to him so directly there was no room for misunderstandings. That was something she knew well from all the time she had spent with him up until now.

‘Right? Then give me something I'd be happy to get from you, Peter. Something I'd be happy to get only from you, and no one else…..alright?’

‘Alice.’

Alice had been feeling relieved seeing the change in the slightly reddened face of the White Rabbit, but that was only for an instant.

Taking hold of the hands she had touching his face, Peter spoke, sounding as if he were getting more and more worked up.

‘In other words, you want me…..isn't that right, Alice! A gift that only I can give you, that has to be what you mean!’

‘Wha-.....Peter, wait a moment-.....!!’

It appeared her voice of protest hadn't reached the white long ears. No, even if it had, perhaps its meaning not getting through to him, Alice was all of a sudden picked up and carried over to the bed.

‘Alice, Alice…..Ah, I love you-’

‘Mnn-!’

She tried to push Peter away as he hugged her as if overcome with emotion, kissing her again and again, but in an instant he'd closed the distance between them, and she lost any place to run.

‘I'm so happy having you right here with me, I might just go mad!’

Ecstatically, as if in a rapture.

When she saw him smiling as if completely content—she was unable to push back all that much.

The game that had been conducted at the final Assembly. After putting his gun away, the White Rabbit had hugged Alice and said to her-

"I had believed that you would win, but…..even if you hadn't, I never could have given you to the Hatter. Alice, no matter what the result was, I would stay with you even if it meant breaking the rules."

The rules of this world were a restriction that Alice the Outsider couldn't comprehend. The penalties for breaking them, and how difficult it was to do so, were things she was unable to imagine either.

‘Alice, I love you. I—want to stay like this with you always, forever.’

Hands that stroked her hair. Lips that touched her skin. Heat that she could directly feel near.

Alice felt as if she were melting into all of it yet again.

‘Please…..stay with me forever. Let me feel you closer than anyone, Alice.’

—Since meeting you, even in the midst of his worries…..he is growing closer to happiness—

The one who had told her that was the dream demon who appeared in her dreams.

She thought that just as he had said, Peter had changed. The way Peter was right now was completely different to the Peter that had been satisfied just being together, not wanting anything more than that.

She was wanted. She was desired.

This too pure Rabbit needed no one else but Alice.

‘Peter.’

Is it because I'm needed?

Because I'm necessary to him?

Because he wants me?

Is that why, we're together?

She couldn't say without a doubt that that wasn't the case.

Because unlike Peter, Alice had more than one thing that was important to her.

But even so, she wanted to be with him. Right now she strongly wished to be by the side of this too pure being.

‘.....You haven't forgotten the promise you made me just before, have you?’

She wanted to be the only one that these white hands and red eyes looked for.

‘Yes, I remember—only you, you are the only thing that makes me happy. I don't want to touch anyone but you.’

Neither body nor heart.

The White Rabbit who hadn't wanted to touch anyone.

She wanted that hand to touch even the pounding of her heart coming through her skin. Drowning in those emotions, Alice was becoming pure white.

Although she knew she couldn't become as pure a white as him, she felt as if she could become just a little white.

Alice, who had nothing pure about her, and a Rabbit that was so pure he couldn't be touched.

Even though the only thing they had in common was their weakness.

'Is it alright that I dirty you...when I touch you?’

If she were to touch him, he would be tainted. Just like leaving footprints in freshly fallen snow, a feeling of elation, and a slight sense of guilt.

Each time she touched Peter, Alice always felt those two extremities of emotion.

‘You aren't dirty at all. Rather, I am the one who is tainting you.’

His lips lightly touched her. Brushing her cheek, her jaw, tracing down her neck.

‘I only drown in you. I can't see anyone, or anything, but you.’

Ah—if only she could do the same someday.

She wondered if the day would come when she only looked at these beautiful red eyes, and nothing else.

Although it seemed to be quite a simple thing, at the same time it would be more difficult than anything.

‘Peter.’

‘Yes.’

‘Don't ever…..let me go.’

—Just you, stay at my side forever—

As Alice said that to him, unable to completely convey everything she truly felt, the White Rabbit smiled as if happy.

‘Of course. Then Alice, please always stay in a place where my hands can reach you.’

Beautiful eyes that looked like blood, like roses.

Right now they were filled with joy and happiness.

Even though the string of fate couldn't be seen on either of their two little fingers.

The vivid gaze made her a red promise, for sure.

#hnkna #alice in the country of clover #clover no kuni no alice #translation #alice liddell #peter white #heart no kuni no alice

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my-anime-goods · 2 months

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Gochuumon wa Usagi desu ka? Bloom (Is the Order a Rabbit? Bloom) - Anime 10th Anniversary Pop Up Shop in Tower Records featuring goods with new illustrations in April 2024.

#gochiusa #gochuumon wa usagi desu ka?#is the order a rabbit?#arma bianca #pop up shop #official art #tower records

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dailyfigures · 1 year

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Hot Cocoa ; Is the Order a Rabbit? ☆ PLUM

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sleepingdeath-light · 6 months

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anyone under 18 or that has an ageless/blank blog will be blocked if you interact with any of the content linked here.

listed below is all of the smutty content that i published between the 1st and 31st of october 2023 as a part of this blog’s kinktober event — all organised by date of publishing (or the date they were meant to be published…).

“the power of suggestion” -> mirror sex

scp 953 x cis male reader

warnings : dubious consent, character death

“afterglow” -> sadism/masochism

sam pinkett x cis female reader

warnings : sadist!reader, masochist!sam

“death valley” -> fuck or die

peperoncino cookie x non binary afab reader

warnings : dubious consent

“the concubine” -> getting caught

king!loki laufeyson x non binary afab reader

warnings : distinct power dynamic (royal vs servant)

deleted entry -> masturbation

“in quiet waters” -> consensual somnophilia

captain caviar cookie x cis female reader

warnings : oral sex performed on a sleeping party

“red and the wolf” -> dirty talk

zen / hyun ryu x gender neutral reader

warnings : none

“joyride” -> in a vehicle

asami sato x non binary afab reader

warnings : dangerous driving

“for old times’ sake” -> intoxicated sex

sirius black x cis male reader

warnings : drunk sex acts

“myers’ girl” -> public sex

michael myers (any) x cis female reader

warnings : rough sex, choking, social ostracisation

“the perfect gentleman” -> loss of virginity

alastor x cis female reader

warnings : sadist!alastor, masochist!reader

“like rabbits” -> breeding kink

lucky the rabbit x cis female reader

warnings : none

“baby fever” -> breeding kink [bonus]

jamie winton x cis female reader

warnings : none

“when you’re dreaming” -> wet dream

pure vanilla cookie x cis female reader

warnings : none

“your princess” -> 69

bloom x cis female reader

warnings : none

“the spider’s web” -> rough sex

claude faustus x cis female reader

warnings : sadist!claude, masochist!reader

“gorgeous girl” -> lingerie kink

luisa madrigal x gender neutral reader

warnings : none

deleted entry -> face sitting

“the best things happen in the dark” -> accidental stimulation

loona x non binary amab reader

warnings : public sex acts

“the fall” -> corruption kink

overlord voltari x non binary afab reader

warnings : imbalance of experience

“before work” -> quickie

shang-chi x cis male reader

warnings : none

“an evening meal” -> food play

ariel x male reader

warnings : none

“take a bite” -> blood kink

vampire cookie x non binary afab reader

warnings : blood kink, blood drinking

“a feast fit for a king” -> cum eating

licorice cookie x cis female reader

warnings : none

“a tight fit” -> size kink

kikimora x cis male reader

warnings : none

“becoming hers” -> marking kink

helen bierce x gender neutral reader

warnings : branding, marking, dom/sub dynamic

“thrill seekers” -> extreme water play

jeff the killer x gender neutral reader

warnings : breath play via drowning, extremely rough sex

“a matter of trust” -> breath play

shirou oogami x gender neutral reader

warnings : choking

“her needy princess” -> mummy kink

padmé amidala x cis female reader

warnings : none

“test your luck” -> dominating the domme

alcina dimitrescu x unspecified amab reader

warnings : —

“captain’s orders” -> impact play

captain caviar cookie x cis female reader

warnings : spanking, pussy spanking, slight humiliation

“a taste of heaven” -> dubious consent

ariel conroy x cis female reader

warnings : heavily dubious consent, references to stalking, infidelity (jamie deserves better)

#sleepingdeath #minors dni #minors will be blocked #ageless blogs dni #ageless blogs will be blocked #writing masterlist #kinktober masterlist #kinktober 2023

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ryanscabinlife · 10 months

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I can't believe it's been a month since I posted the May garden update. A lot of things has happened. Loads of wins and also plenty of failures. I guess I'll start with the progress of the ones I featured last month.

The hardneck garlic that overwintered are just about ready to be harvested. According to online sources, garlics can be harvested about a month after the scapes emerges. I was delighted to see the scapes as I was taking pics this morning. Can't wait to collect and make something out of them.

Oh tomatoes. I talked about how our weather has been awful many of times on this blog. After the dry May, they started showing some damaged on their leaves, and since they barely saw the sun this month, they did not grow very much. I panicked so I bought 30 more roma seedlings and 6 more cherry tomatoes. After a few days of sun, all of them are bouncing back to life and looking very healthy. Now I'm stuck with 60 romas and 12 cherries. Not the worst problem to have, really. All corners of the garden have tomatoes planted in them.

The beds where the trellis is sitting is now filled with plants. All of the beans and peas are looking great. The snow peas are about 4 ft tall and there's plenty of beans on the ground. The luffa that I was so excited about, none of them showed up. I bought a packet of 10 seeds for a whopping $4.99 and only 1 germinated. I'm currently babying it and waiting for the perfect time to transplant it. The cucumber is the other one I'm totally having hard time with. So far I've already used up the whole packet, and so far I have seen none. I planted the last 6 seeds yesterday but I'm not holding my breath. We have a neighbour (I'm using the word neighbour very loosely here, they're about 5km from us) who have a small road-side stand and in the summer they sell cucumbers. I think I'm just gonna have to rely on them for cucumbers.

The potatoes (all 30ft row) are doing extremely well. Some of them suffered from light frost and their early leaves died but they all bounced back. I think next year, I'll plant them even earlier.

It looks like the apple or crabapple (I still don't know) tree had a couple of successful pollinations. I think the reason for the lack of blooms is because the tree has been neglected and unkept for a long time. I've already been researching and watching a ton of videos on how to properly prune apple trees so I can prune it next spring in hopes that it will put out more blooms next year.

The border is looking a bit sad. Something to be expected on the first year due to the fact that most of the plants I have in it are perennials. I think they'll live though, I can only hope that they come out stronger next year. Looking closely, the wildflowers that I broadcasted are out. I see hundreds of them. I've added two smaller beds, I'm hoping to fill them up with the annual seedlings I'm currently growing. No progress at all on the potted garden in the background.

The brassicas are my favourites but also the main cause of my headaches. Thank god I have seeded a good amount of extras because these bitches have plethora of enemies! The first to attack was slugs. They destroyed a handful of seedlings (100% my fault coz I decided to plant them too young). I battled this with non-stop weeding and slug hunting. So far it's been working, I just go in early in the morning, remove all of the slugs and the weeds they hide into. Then the rabbits. I did not plan to build a fence this year but after the rabbit attack that ate almost half of the original plants, I decided to build a fence around the garden. Again, so far it's working. Then just when they start actually growing, the damn flea beetles happened. Yesterday, I ordered some food grade diatomaceous earth. I'm aware that it will kill all of the insects it will come across with whether they're good or bad but I guess I'll just have to be careful not to put it on any of the flowering crops so it doesn't kill the pollinators. Next year, to avoid using such measure, I plan to install netting on all of the leafy veggies. I don't wanna do that now because it will just trap in the ones I already have in.

Speaking of flea beetles and brassicas, these godforsaken creatures killed all of the arugulas and boy choy I planted at the end of April. I then replanted them a couple of weeks ago and lo and behold, all of them are damaged again. I'm leaving them on the bed for now to hopefully serve as food for the pests and in hopes that I'll be able to trap and kill them once the diatomaceous earth arrives. I'll try to grow them again in the fall when the temperature starts going down with netting. But for now, I planted some of my extra tomatoes to keep this spot occupied.

To my surprise, the asparagus are doing exceedingly well. Can't wait for 2025 when I can finally harvest some.

I have 3 tomatillos that survived and they're doing well. They're planted with the original cherry tomatoes and celery.

3 weeks ago, I though these celery plants were dead, but they managed to come back.

Peanut, another big failure. I planted a whole row of peanuts parallel to the row of potatoes. 30 ft of it and roughly 40 seeds, 3 germinated, 2 out of those 3 got devoured by slugs. So now I have ONE peanut plant. I scattered few sage and pepper seeds in the area as replacement. Let's see what happens.

After the small radish harvest yesterday, these is what's left. I'm gonna give them a week or so until I pull them all out. In preparation for their departure, I have okras and eggplants growing in between rows. I've already replanted the okra and eggplants a couple of times because slugs and birds keep on eating them. To avoid that, I just covered them with recycled plastic cups as protection for now.

On the same bed as the radish, okra, and eggplants are the softneck garlic. It's more or less an experiment. I was just curious if they actually produce garlic bulbs at the end of growing season. The garlic cloves I used are from Costco. They're not looking too bad.

Next bed over (where I have the failed arugula and bokchoy) are onions. I bought a pack of a hundred bulbs and shoved all of them in this bed. They just started emerging.

Next bed after that (my biggest one) are corn, zucchini, and butternut squash. The corns are doing alright. I dealt with poor germination with both of the squashes and when they show up, birds eats them. Nothing much I could do other than keep replanting seeds and protecting the seedlings with plastic cups. Looks like the ones I have at the moment are gonna make it.

Next bed after that are carrots. I planted these back in April, and this is what they look like now. They sure to take their sweet time to germinate.

25-Jun-2023

#ryanscabinlife #plantblr #plant community #garden blog #gardening #vegetable garden #garden #garden journal #garden diary #garden diaries #garden 2023 #my garden #gardencore #what's growing

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NEED more positivity in my dash. What's your best things about s5?

Oh man I feel you and I’m always happy to contribute positivity about the show!

Here is my list of fav things

Rabbit Noir (Ladybug giving Chat the bunny miraculous 🥺)

Marinette staying a hundred steps ahead of Monarch by training the Kwamis how to throw him off from discovering her identity if he ever captures them

The pig miraculous being used on Ladynoir 😏 and Chat Noir’s murder attempt

Justice for the statue scene™️ 🥳

The piece of paper that Ladybug put in Chat’s Bell for Monarch 💀

Adrien realizing he has feeling for Marinette and reacting like 🥰

Marinette realizing she has feelings for Chat Noir and reacting like 🙂🧎🏻‍♀️😭🤪😛😘🥵

Marinette’s heartbreaking attempts to let go of her feelings for Adrien (and failing)

Adrien trying to go on a date with Marinette (and failing)

SIMP LADYBUG SIMP LADYBUG SIMP LADYBUG

Nino leading a resistance and giving Adrien the nickname comrade mayo

Core 4 plan to get Gabriel akumatized by shoving food onto his outfit (very therapeutic)

Elation’s existence

André the ice cream man getting melted

That emotional Adrienette of Adrien going into Marinette’s room to talk about love and wanting a relationship 🥹

Adrienette’s blooming relationship and Marinette’s extreme awkwardness

Those are the moments that are currently sticking out of my head (for the episodes that are in order)

#i def need to see more miraculous posts in general #the fandom is sleeping #and those who are awake are complaining fjjdjejr #asks #anonymous #miraculous ladybug #ml leak free #miraculeakless

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did-diggy-die-yet · 2 months

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Dignan wants you to know that in a survival situation, you can't rely on simple rabbit traps or fishing alone. You must also learn how to properly identify various other food sources, such as wild plants, insects, fruits, and roots to diversify your diet. Look up rabbit/salmon starvation. That shit will kill you quick if you aren't careful. You need other nutrients than just pure animal proteins and fat in order to survive. You need a vitamin C source, like that found in pine needles, which makes a delicious tea. A vitamin D and K source, which you can find in careful harvested, boiled stinging nettles. But hey, don't take his word on this, you must study your local native ecology, so you can REALLY be the master of your surroundings.

With that said, here are a few ground rules applicable to most biomes:

Watch out for plants that look like carrot tops or dill leaves, do not eat them to be safe.

Plants that smell bitter or like almonds are a big no no.

Avoid plants with leaves that grow in groups of threes for good measure. You don't want poison ivy, now do you?

Avoid plants with strange seed pods or bean like seeds. Resist eating the beans, we know it's hard.

If the the plant has a milky, white sap inside of its stems, best drop that thang.

💖Dandelions are your friends:💖 they are 100% edible from bloom to root. Eat the leaves and flowers as salad, boil the roots like coffee.

NEVER EAT MUSHROOMS YOU CAN'T I'D WITH 100% ACCURACY! PLEASE, GOD, DON'T DO IT, THIS IS HOW JEFFREY DIED, PLEASE!!!!

Happy Foraging, Guys ✨

#diggy's beginner foraging guide #hivemind tv #hivemind dignan #also diggy ain't dead yet #did diggy die yet

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Serendipity, pt. 1:Lyrics

Release date: 4th of September, 2017

Composers: Slow Rabbit, Ray Michael Djan Jr, Ashton Foster, RM, Bang PD

Today marks the anniversary of the release date for Serendipity, the queen of all BTS songs.

My love for this song is deep and I find it odd how I never talked about it with anyone so I will finally analyze this song and celebrate it with you all.

I always get obsessed with concepts that I find somewhat fictitious but that still manage to occur in real life.

Like atomes crochus, soul mates, or serendipity.

Finding something without searching for it. As if all roads and small moments in your life lead you to that particular finding without you even being remotely aware it's happening until you are facing the finding.

When I found BTS, I looked through their songs and saw Serendipity and thought it was really a serendipitous finding because I had loved this concept for years.

And this song led me to Jimin...it was serendipity.

The lyrics captivated me as I love Namjoon's use of literary references and his poetic writing style.

As an overview, the song is written in Nam's point of view towards his secret love that he found without looking. Destiny and serendipity brought them together.

The lyrics are achingly romantic and show the longing he feels for this person. It is a declaration of love and reassurance:

All of this isn’t just a coincidence

Just just my own feeling

The whole universe is different from yesterday

Just just from your happiness

The opposite of coincidences, in this case, would be destiny. Namjoon found his love because of destiny. He implies that it was a combination of things that brought them together. This is where serendipity comes in. A series of events that led him to his love. And ever since his love is present in his life, he sees the universe in a different way.

"The whole universe..." part reminds me of my favorite poem by Pablo Neruda, poem 14 from 100 Love Poems and a Song of Despair, "You are like nobody else since I love you." Love can make you change your perception of things.

I also want to note the impact that this person is having in Nam's life. He sees the entire universe differently because his love is happy.

When you call me

I am your flower

Like I’ve been waiting for it

We bloom until we ache.

It is almost like the destiny of the universe

It is just how it is

You know I know

You are me, and I am you

"I am your flower" is an answer to this poem by Kim Choon-Soo. In the poem, the writer is wanting to be recognized and gain an identity in order to not be forgotten.

By replying in this manner, Nam is telling his love that now that his love has called him, he has the identity of a flower.

"We bloom until we ache" is my favorite part of these lyrics because I see it as a straight reference to my favorite line in Neruda's poem again, "I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees." I find the concept of connecting flowers and blooming to love making beautiful.

And as a result of said love making, by the biblical definition, "I am you, and you are me" is two bodies becoming one.

Now, I'm not sure if Namjoon has read Neruda but he should!

As much as my heart flutters, I’m just as afraid

Fate keeps being envious of us

I am just as afraid as you are

When you see me

When you touch me

The cosmos moved for us

There was nothing slightly out of place

Our happiness was expected

Cause you love me

And I love you

Namjoom tell his lover that he is afraid because destiny is jealous of them and his love is afraid too. He notes that the entire universe has moved for two people and how extraordinary forces will act just for them two simply because of their love for each other. Serendipity occurs because of love.

You are my blue mildew

The one who saved me

My angel

My world

I am your calico cat

One who came to meet you

Love me now

Touch me now

Just let me love you

Now, this is the part that Jimin laughed at, according to the BTS book. Namjoon was calling his love blue mildew or penicillium, which is an antibiotic that treats bacterial infections which was discovered by sheer serendipity. Penicillin is also the first antibiotic discovered. This leads me to believe that Nam used the reference of an accidental discovery to point to serendipity again and to show that something in his relationship was unique and some sort of first for him.

Because this person is their drug, they were saved and their love became an angel to him.

One of the most famous themes of this song is the calico cat, the rare three striped cat that Namjoon identifies as. When looking into calico cats, I found that male calico cats are rare (1 in 3000) and they only happen because of a genetic abnormality and the cat will not have genes that would make it a female, XX, or male, XY, but rather XXY, making the cat sterile.

Which again, takes me back to the theme of a relationship that involves unique and rare. In this case, Namjoon is the unique person with a unique identity to his love.

When the universe was first made

Everything has been decided

Just let me love you

Now come to my side

Please become ‘us’

I don’t wanna let go no

You just have to entrust yourself to it

You can feel it even without having to say it

Again, the concept of becoming one. Being afraid but trusting enough to continue. They were destined to be together since the beginning of time.

The stars are floating

And we are flying

It’s really not a dream

Don’t be nervous, take my hand

Now, we’ll become ‘us’

Let me love you

Just let me love you

When the universe was first made

Everything has been decided

Just let me love you

Let me love

Let me love you

The last part of the lyrics touch on the concept of destiny again. Their love had been decided before anything began. Namjoon keeps asking his love to allow him to love them. Even if things are perfect, they shouldn't be afraid.

And the theme of becoming one shows up repeatedly in the end.

While looking for information about the song, I saw a few people saying that the lyrics reference The Little Prince. I've read this book quite a few times but didn't really see a connection to the lyrics. It connects to the poem, Flower, that Namjoon referenced but not to Serendipity directly or, at least, I didn’t see the connection.

Overall, the lyrics speak of a relationship that is unique and rare, one of a kind. The relationship came to be because it was destined that Namjoon and his love would find each other through a series events and not because they looked for the relationship themselves.

The use of flowers in this poem is done to give Namjoon and his person an identity and in order to reference love making.

Although Namjoon expressed fear because their love is so perfect, he also encourages the other person to not be afraid and allow themselves to be loved over and over again.

I absolutely love these lyrics as they are incredibly romantic and sweet to me. They show of a love that is pure, innocent, rare, and unique.

Serendipity, pt. 2: music video

#jimin #namjoon #serendipity #bts

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