The Urge To Rewrite A Story And Turn It Into A Male Reader Type Is So Strong 🗿🗿

Caught || Geto Suguru x Sub!Ftm Reader

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: Caught Masterbating, Overstimulation, Praise, Oral (Reader Receiving), and Fingering

"F-fuck.." you sigh, your hips lifted off the bed as you use your back and feet as supports for the position you’re in. Head in the plush pillow of the sharded bed you have with your boyfriend, Geto Suguru, knowing full well you wouldn’t get the chance to masturbate again any time soon. Geto being out in town, having told you he’ll be back in an hour or two, the idea sparking in your mind the moment you realized how long he’d be away. Leading you to search out and  find one of the toy’s Geto likes to use on you, a powerful wand you know would have you cumming quickly. Having been deprived of any sort of sexual stimulation for almost 2 weeks, Geto simply refusing to entertain you despite his own wants showing through.

Thinking of his big hands against your body, softly gripping and needing at the skin, pinching your nipples as the other free hand strokes your cock, his thumb rubbing it best he can with your size. Trying to remember the feeling of his thick and rough fingers touching you, thinking of anytime you two were intimate together. Being loud as the memories flow back into your head. Feeling yourself get close to your high as you grind and roll your hips into the wand you're desperately gripping. Eyes shut tightly as you moan, head pushing back against the pillows as you cum, gasping and whining lightly as your orgasm washes over you. Pulling the toy away before you collapse on the bed, heavy breaths heaving from your chest as you rest your body. This second being the second orgasm you had, and it hit you much harder than the first. Hearing the sudden noise of clapping followed by that sadistic and low giggle. 

Moving to sit up in a flash, hand still holding the vibrator as you look at Geto in horror, the man clapping and smiling wide as he watches your face contort. “Such a beautiful performance!” he smiles, walking closer and closer to the bed, soon pulling you by your legs to the edge of it. Having already taken off his kasaya, off being only in his yukata robes as you feel the cotton against your legs with his hands rubbing up and down your thighs. Admiring your body with a gentle glare, a small smile playing on his lips as starts to raise his hands higher on your body. Running the tips of his fingers over the skin on your stomach back down to your thighs, breath hitching in your throat as you gasp, “G-geto I-,” you start to speak, but he shushes you before you can properly talk. 

Eyes closed as he continues to run his fingers over your body, “I knew you’d give me a reason to punish you,” he smiles, eyes opening slightly as he looks into yours, smile shifting into a smirk. Your own eyes widening as you realize how you were set up, looking at the clock and noticing he’d only been gone for half an hour. Putting his words and the time stamps together. “You lied!” you call out, sitting up more as you use your elbow’s to support yourself. Soon being pushed back down as he uses the tip of his fingers, leaning on the bed with one knee on your side as his hair falls over his shoulder. Watching him look over your body for a while, admiring your build in its truest form. “Beautiful boy..” he almost whispers, running the back of his fingers against the side of your face, kissing the other side tenderly, “My beautiful, disobedient boy,” he continues.

Moving his lips to your neck as he starts to bite down on your skin, the hand on your face soon moving to support himself on the bed along with his knee on the left side of your body. Completely covering you with his body as the other legs stays off the bed, laying on top of you as his free hand finds its way to your cunt, wriggled in between your bodies to stroke your t-dick. Letting out a quick and sharp gasp, immediately arching your back to lower your hips and pull away from his hand, still coming down from the second orgasm you had just minutes ago. Dick still throbbing in his grasp as he starts to kiss your collar bones, sucking on the skin around them occasionally. “G-geto-” he hums as you gasp, his lips skipping to your chest as he teases your nipples with his teeth. 

Biting and circling his tongue around your right nipple, taking his time to switch to your left one. Sucking on it as he wraps his mouth around your chest. Small gasps and gentle whimpers leave your throat as you become overly sensitive to the stimulation. Geto still jerking you off slowly, running his fingers down your slit and back up to your dick to make the process easier. His soft hands on your cunt driving you wild as you begin to squirm. Turning your head away from him as he starts to lower his kiss to your stomach, feeling his lips, plush and warm on your body as he drags the hand that supported him down your body. Removing his hand from your cock and instead your entrance while his head soon reaches your lower half between your legs. 

Slim fingers pushing their way inside you as he kisses your thighs, moving your hand to your mouth as you gasp once more, Geto setting a gentle pace as he fingers your pussy. Curling them inside you every time he pulls them out, making you quiver as your 3rd orgasm builds up inside the pit of your stomach. Moaning lowly as you feel his mouth on your cock, eyebrows raised in pleasure as he begins to sloppily suck your cock. Running his tongue around your tip before easily swallowing the whole thing in his mouth. Hollowing his cheeks around you to get all of you perfectly drenched in spit and stimulated, the action making your legs shake as you grip at his hair. 

The other hand still muffling your noises as you keep it over your mouth, curling yourself up as your whole body begins to shake, stomach tightening in that knot you know needs to be released soon. Warning Geto as you remove the hand from your mouth, it immediately finding its way to your boyfriend's hair as you pull him closer to your cunt. “I’m- gonna c-cum,” you gasp out, breathily moaning as you feel him start to move his fingers fast, humming against your clit as he continues to suck it. The noises it draws from you make him smile, humming again as he begins to bob his head shortly, truly sucking you off the best he can. Pulling his head closer to your cunt as you shake, pants heavily and moaning every few breaths.

“Cumming! G-geto, I’m!-” you cut yourself off with a gasp, feeling him continuously hum and roll his tongue around your dick as you shake. Legs pushing his face and fingers further into your cunt as you wrap them around his head with your hands tightly pulling at his hair. Geto taking every few moments to breathe by sticking his tongue out and running it on the underside of your t-dick. Soon coming back to wrap his lips and mouth around you and hum against you, the stimulation never stopping as he takes his free hand and makes you spread your legs. Slowly moving his fingers in and out of you again in that same pattern. Curling them as he pulls them out and stretching them as he pushes them back in.

Falling back onto the bed as you keep your hands in his hair, messing up his half up half down style as your tug at the strands. Outwardly moaning as he sucks you off and fingers you more assertively, feeling him smile against your cunt as he picks up the pace of his movements. Occasionally letting out small whimpers and whines as you feel that knot starting to hurt in your stomach, gasping as he moves his finger to hit your g-spot head on. Looking down to see him only to be met with him staring right back, eyes sharp and narrowed as he looks up at you. Feeling the smile on his face against your lips as he pulls off your cock, taking his fingers out of you in the process.

Sighing in relief for only a few seconds before you feel his tongue enter and explore your hole. Pushing in and out of you as he rubs both his hands against your thighs, keeping them spread as you whine and moan. Softly whimpering as you feel him flick his tongue inside you, rubbing one hand back down to your cunt as he begins to use his hand to stimulate you. The noises he makes as he eats your pussy is too much, the wet and sloppy sounds making your skin warm as you become flustered from how wet your cunt is. Head thrown back in please as your moans start to get gravelly, throat becoming hoarse from how loud you’re being. Only getting louder as you feel him pinch and pull at your clit, the sensation almost painful as he gently teases your cock.

Once again feeling him hum against you as he pushes his tongue further inside you, shoving his face in your pussy as his nose rubs the underside of your t-dick. Hands moving to your chest as he begins to play with your nipples again. “Geto! Fuck please, gods!” you cry out, finally looking away from him as you tilt your head back. Feeling and hearing the low rumble of laughter against your cunt as he pulls away from you, “You were so desperate to cum earlier, what happened pretty boy?” He laughs again, hearing you whine as he closes his eyes and goes back to sucking your dick, once again bobbing his head on you. Hollowed out cheeks with furrowed brows as he concentrates on pleasing you, letting out a lewd noise with his tongue sticking out of his mouth as he licks underneath your cock. 

A mix of a pant and groan that comes from the back of his throat as he quickly looks at you, watching you look down at him with your lower lip stuck in between your teeth. “You- you tease you know what happened!” you almost shout, soon biting your lip. Hearing him chuckling to himself as he goes back to wrapping his mouth around you, the low and long vibrations making you toss your head back. Body curled up as you finally move one hand out of Geto’s hair and rest that arm against the bed. Support yourself on your elbow to give your abdomen a break. Looking down at him as you move to watch him suck your cock, the sight beautiful as he closes his eyes to focus on your clit, one hand still on your torso as the other rubs your thigh. “Fuck!” you yell, going back to laying on your back fully with your formare covering your eyes as you feel that 4th orgasm building quickly.

Whimpering and whining as you continue to roll and grind your hips into his face, “You’re- you’re gonna make me cum again!” Voice slightly going as you talk, mouth hung open as you let out a silent moan, inhaling sharply and deeply once you run out of breath. Letting out a stuttered moan as you cum again, practically squirting on the man's face as you gush slightly, back arched as your head falls back against the bed. Hearing him lap at you slowly for a little as you twitch and squirm at the overstimulation, letting out high-pitched whines as he slows down to seemingly let you rest. But of course, it’s going to be a small one as you watch him undress himself from his yukata robes.

Taking the moment to breathe deeply and relax with your eyes closed, chest rising and falling as you inhale and deeply exhale, it feeling like only mere seconds before you feel Geto’s hands on your waist. Pulling your lower half to rest on his as he leans down to properly match your height on the bed. Grinding the base of his cock on your own as it almost reaches your belly button while resting atop of your stomach. Whining as you feel him rub the tip of his cock against yours, using his precum as an unneeded form of lubricant. Your cunt dripping wet with arousal as he teases you, “Geto- t-too much-” hiccupping as you talk, “N-need a break,” voice soft as you talk,

The plea earning a sadistic chuckle from him as he begins to push his tip inside you, only putting it in to slowly take it out, repeating the action over and over as he talks. “But you have yet to make me cum baby,” he laughs as you whine, a deep gasp soon following as you feel him push quickly inside you. Geto almost giggling as he sets a deep and harsh pace, thrusting into you with force as he tilts his head back, using your hips as a handle to keep his pace up. Grunting as he feels you around him and hears you practically scream, “Geto! I-it’s- t-too much!” The cries only spurring his movement as he smiles down at you. Taking your hands and wrist in his grasp as he uses your own limbs to pull you down onto his cock.

Your palms flat against his stomach as he continues to move his hips, the movements matching with every time he pulls you back down on his cock. Hearing him groan as you watch him tilt his head to the side to watch himself enter and leave your pussy. A small smile playing at his lips as he sighs, content with the erotic sight before him as he hears you cry out in what he believes is a mix of pleasure and pain. Leaning down over you as he lets go of your wrist to hover above you, supporting his weight with his elbows. 

Slowly moving but deeply pushing inside you, every thrust of his hips makes his cock hit your g-spot, the curve of his dick helping overstimulate you, “Geto! Please!” “Please what pretty boy’”  he coos into your ear, kiss directly behind it and going down to your neck. Once again leaving bite marks and hickeys on your skin as he furrows his brows and focuses on making you cum for the 5th time. “P-please I’m- ‘m sorry!” he laughs against your kiss at your apology, “It’s too late for that now baby boy,” he tells you, moving faster and harder instead of slow and deep. “Gotta make you cum since you were so desperate for it,” he groans after speaking, feeling you clench down on him at his own words ringing in your ears.

Your hands finding their way from the sheets to his back, running you nails along them, surely to leave marks later on with how deep they are in his skin. Legs wrapped around his waist as he starts to move erratically, hips moving faster and faster as each few seconds go by. The intensity of the inanimate act growing in intensity with Geto approaching his first orgasm in so long. Hearing him grunt and let out breathy moans as he does his best to stay quiet, trying to hear the sounds you make at him pleasing you. More worried about overstimulating you than cumming, but soon recognizing that his orgasm is approaching, “Come on~ one more?” 

He asks while raising his body so he can look you in your eyes, a small smile playing on his lips as his mouth is slightly open, panting gently as he holds himself up with his arms. Still moving inside you with vigor as he watches you, grip loosening around him as your hands fall back into the sheets. Fisting at the fabric as you bite your lip, “Come on my handsome boy, cum again for me,” is all it takes. Your body used to the command as you cum, making you yell out with your head thrown back, feeling Geto groan as he slows down his movements. Feeling him roll his hips gently into you as you cum, legs shaking with your breath completely taken from you. 

Geto cumming gently inside you, groaning and gasping as he feels you clench around his cock, leaning back over you to hold you close. Laying atop of you as you both sigh contently, feeling him twitch inside you as he curls up on you. Doing your best to kiss his cheek, earning a small giggle from him as he flips you on top of him and lay in the middle of the bed, kissing and patting your head as you drift off.

"every zionist accusation is a confession"

well, this actually happened to a Palestinian child in the Deir Yassin massacre of 1948. here's an eye-witness account :

FULL DOCUMENTARY HERE.

petition for male/gn reader smut writers to STOP labeling their fics, like if we have to deal with unlabeled fem reader fics, they should deal with unlabeled male fics. If we have to be hit with fem reader, they MUST be hit w male reader.

Untitled (1971) by Nancy Grossman. Wood, leather and mixed media.

Insatiable - MC

Honestly it was on you to think that they all would leave you alone. That you could enjoy your second chance in life without them by your side. You're not going anywhere.

WC: 4.4K

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She met you first. 

She fell in love with you first.

It was a fact she liked to repeat often. Especially when they’d all fight over you, especially when they’d forget their place.

She was a child back then, having moved to a new place in a new town with Gran and Caleb. At that time lots of things didn’t make sense to her (they still don’t), why couldn’t she remember anything about her life before then, or why did the people in her house always look at her with something brewing in the back of their eyes. It was too much for a child so she locked it all away, too stubborn to admit it was always in the back of her head. Maybe that’s why she had liked you so much, because it all seemed to melt away when you were around and all she seemed to think about was you.

You had been her neighbour, younger than Caleb and older than her. Your parents had knocked on their door, a day after they moved in. You had been behind them, holding hands with your brother, later she’d learn you were the older twin by a few minutes. It was clear from the look on your face that you didn’t want to be there. Gran had answered the door, with her and Caleb not far behind, curious to know who their first visitors were. Her eyes had been drawn to you, your parents were bright and happy and your brother was too but you were quiet and your face blank. Pretty, had been her first thought. Your hair was short, reaching above your shoulders, your facial features though not symmetrical blended well together, you were wearing a simple t-shirt and shorts (it was a hot day afterall). Having been so lost in her thoughts of you, she nearly failed to realise when your parents introduced their kids to them. 

Your brother’s name she couldn’t be bothered to remember but your name gave her pause. She repeated it in her mind over and over again, she found she liked it but she liked saying it even more. When your gaze finally rested upon her, she had frozen. Your eyes were soft, It wasn’t like there was any malice in them or well…much of anything but they had pierced through her, like they saw everything, like they understood. Underneath the hot sun, they would glow, ready to ensnare any who dared to look into them, she thought you were a divine being the first time. Much later in life, you would ask her why she was so obsessed with your eyes, she wouldn’t tell you the real answer of course because how could she admit that she hated the idea of you looking at anyone but her, that she desired to keep you locked up so no one would look upon you? 

After your first meeting, she had quickly latched onto you, she might have been a child but she could tell you had no desire to be around them so she would never give you the choice to leave. Your parents and Gran had smiled at the quick friendship that formed between the four, she with you and your brother with Caleb. She found herself seeking you out, you weren’t in the same class since you were older but you’d walk back and forth to school together and she was with you at lunch. She wanted to know everything about you, you kept your hair short since you played soccer (she was always there at your matches screaming in support), you liked doing your nails (she started doing yours and you, hers), you adored animals, you did have an evol but you didn’t like using it and you didn’t have a favourite colour or book or song or movie because you just simply liked too many things to have a favourite. You were well liked at school, pretty and smart and gentle and… okay she could go on all day about you. It was clear from the way you drew people in, it was something about you perhaps the wisdom or maturity in you that seemed to shock even adults, you had countless boys and girls confessing to you yet you rejected all of them with the excuse that you were way too old for them, confusing everyone since some were a year younger but most were actually older than you. She was liked too, they saw her as bright and bubbly but she still overheard talk about how she was like your shadow, constantly bothering you etc. It didn’t help that she would always be seen by your side, talking your ear off with you quiet but still listening. At first she ignored it all but over time it started to get to her a little.

School had ended about two hours ago and she had followed you into your house. Your room was organised and matched your personality but remnants of her were scattered all around. The wall by your desk was littered with photos of you and her from the first day you had met, all the matches she had attended, the concert she had taken you to a month ago, the vacation your parents had taken both her and Caleb to, and numerous close ups of the two of you on numerous occasions. On your bed were all the plushies she had won for you. “Stand back kitten, daddy’s got this,” she had joked, pushing you away from the machine at the arcade you both frequently visited. She made a show out of it, rolling up her sleeves and presenting you with the plushie, “For the lovely lady.” This had made you laugh as you took the toy from her and placed a kiss on her cheek, something that never failed to puff her up with pride, afterall your laughs weren’t exactly common. There was an area in your closet, filled with nail polish of all colours, along with charms and tools that the two of you had saved up for. There was a small cabinet you had turned into yarn storage, she had decorated it with gems after helping you paint it. She didn’t care for knitting but her closet was filled with the clothes you had made for her. Stored in your closet was also a spare blanket and two pillows meant for her only, since she was always over. On your bookshelf had been books about heart conditions, one day while the two of you were playing, she had fainted in front of you. She could still remember the look of horror on your face as you rushed towards her. The books had appeared after that. 

It was the same for her too, you were everywhere in her room too. Her closet also had a blanket for you, it also had your actual clothes in there (she liked your scent on them), photos of you were everywhere, some of the makeup you used was on her vanity. It was a common occurrence for the two of you to just leave your things at the other’s. Tucked under her bed, was the box filled with beads from when she had gone through a jewelry making phase. She had made you a bracelet, it wasn’t pretty but it had her initials on it. You had taken the gift with a soft smile, gazing at it with a look in your eyes, you had then reached for the box and proceeded to make an identical one, except this one had your initials on it. Neither of you ever took the bracelets off.

She was laid all over your bed, talking animatedly about whatever she could while you were sitting at your desk, concentrating on your homework in front of you. Not a single sound had been coming from you, she wasn’t even sure you were listening. “...and then Samantha, oh you’ll never believe this…” she trailed off as doubts started creeping in, she slowly sat up and focused her attention on you, who was simply writing away. Was she annoying you? Did you find her annoying? What if you were only friends with her out of obligation? She couldn’t stop her thoughts from spiraling but she still heard the hum from you. You were looking at her with your head tilted in confusion. 

“Why’d you stop? What did Samantha do?” Your question made her snap out of it, her mouth was open in shock, she couldn’t stop the question from escaping her lips. “You were listening?” Your eyebrows furrowed as you moved onto a look of disbelief. “Course I was, I like listening to you talk.” 

That day she decided to ignore the instant barrage of emotions that erupted in her or how her heart seemed to beat so fast, her face a little flustered. 

She looked around your room, coming to an realisation that other than the people in the photos everything else in your room had only the two of you. You had included her in all your hobbies and talents, she had helped you with decorating your room, you only shared your clothes and accessories with her, you even let her take all of your time. In that moment she had felt so stupid for ever doubting you. 

“Okay so, Samantha…”

Of course, your friendship wasn’t without its obstacles. One being your brother and two being her brother-figure, Caleb. She couldn’t control her jealousy at your doting of your brother. He was very shy in life and a crybaby. Despite how close the two of you were, your affection was rare. It didn’t come naturally to you as it did for her, alot of the hugs and so on were initiated by her. Which was why she couldn’t handle how easily you’d take his hands into yours to comfort him, how you could place kisses on his head when you had never done so for her and most of all how quickly you’d leave her when he needed you. Which was all the time. The rational side of her tried to comfort her, he was your brother, your twin, she knew twins often had a special connection and this was evident in the way you seemed to communicate with your brother without even talking. It never worked though, she hated him. She was aware it was selfish and cruel of her to expect you to only give her attention but it didn’t stop her from desiring it anyway. The problem with Caleb occurred when she began to pull away from him, it didn’t help that he was older and often not around so naturally you became the person she’d go to when she needed something. He had become fast friends with your brother, his shy nature helped and the fact that your brother preferred men seemed to calm him down. She knew he never really liked you from the start, he noticed how smitten she was, but he always hid it from you until he didn’t. He knew it was childish to take his jealousy out on you but he couldn’t help it, his indifferent replies to you became colder, his empty gaze now seemed angry as he recalled all the times she would decline a hangout with him because she already had plans with you. He missed how she used to seek him out. 

His behaviour caused you to pull away, you stopped showing up at their house as often and even started saying no to plans and pushing her towards him instead. You never took offence to his attitude, almost like you expected it, and that’s what she liked about you. Instead of getting angry like most (including her) would’ve, you instead understood him. You sat her down and explained that she needed to prioritise him as well, especially with all he’d done for her but she had refused to listen, picking a fight with him instead. After a couple days of her pouting and silent treatment, Caleb realised how sad she was with you not around and apologised, to you and her. From then on it became common for all three of you to hang out together, she was aware that Caleb still didn’t like you but he remained civil. Of course this would change later but that’s for another time.

Most nights, when she’d be curled up in her bed, she would lift her arm up and look at the gaudy bracelet on her wrist and she’d remember those times, when things were good but she was cursed to never have happiness for long. 

She could never forget that day, she had gone to bed normally only to be woken up by Gran the next. It wasn’t until she heard sirens from outside, police and ambulance, that she shot up out of bed and rushed down. Gran had tried to stop her and warn her but it all blended into the background as she took in the scene in front of her. Yellow tape in front of your house, a blockade with officers standing guard to prevent any trespassing, many neighbours still in their pajamas were standing around, all of them confused. The only thing she saw was your brother on a stretcher, an oxygen mask on his face and covered in blood being rushed into an ambulance. It was all she needed to run towards you, she easily jumped over the tape as officers around her realised and tried to stop her. She got inside your house before she was stopped, an arm was around her and a gruff voice was speaking to her but she couldn’t concentrate. Your living room was covered in blood, the bodies of your parents were on the floor but you weren’t there. She didn’t remember much after that, it wasn’t until she felt Caleb’s hands on her face that she came to, back in her house with no clue how she got there. His face was filled with concern and questions were in his mouth. None of which she could answer anyways.

It took a day before they found out what had happened. Afterall, the neighbourhood was a safe one so naturally people became curious and it wasn’t long until the press showed up for coverage. In the night, while everyone was sleeping in their houses, a call from your phone had been placed to the authorities. Your voice in it was shaky but your words were in a whisper as you told the operator that there was someone in your house, you were only able to give your address before the call cut. When the police showed up and knocked on the door, no response came. They had no choice but to break the door down, two minutes later they requested for an ambulance and more officers. Your brother had been found, stab wounds all over, duct tape over his mouth but he had been alive, barely alive. Your parents weren’t so lucky. But you? You were gone. That had been the extent of all she knew for a while, until she became a hunter and was able to access the files on the investigation.

They had found someone else’s blood, and with how it matched your family’s, it was concluded that it was yours. Evidence of struggle was all over the place, primarily your scratches on the walls leading to the back door. The bracelet she had given had been ripped apart, the beads all over the room. You had been taken and it remained unsolved as to why. The person who wrote the report noted that whoever had done this was experienced and not alone, they had subdued your family to get you to not fight, one had to kill them and the other was probably holding you down. It was all done quickly, had it not been for your call, police wouldn’t have come so quickly and your brother likely would’ve been dead by the time someone noticed. Missing posters of you were put all over town and she got used to seeing your face on every news channel. She still kept a poster, tucked away in her desk drawer. After five years of no leads, you had been declared legally dead. The funeral had been small and she didn’t cry. Your gravestone was right next to your parent’s. While Caleb and your brother would return there from time to time she never visited. How could she cry and talk to you, if you weren’t in there? 

She didn’t know what to feel. She was numb and for the first time in her life, she was quiet. She had gotten so used to your presence that she didn’t know what to do without you in her life. Each day seemed to just pass by with her frozen. The two of you were so close that people still asked her where her other half was before freezing, their eyes wide as they realised what they said with apologies shooting out of their mouths. Caleb was affected too, before your disappearance she saw the look in his eyes change towards you, she recognised it because she looked at you that way too. He had started teasing you, particularly about your height (you’d get mad at him since you were tall for your age and for a woman, it wasn’t your fault he was freakishly tall), he found joy in your reactions to your misfortune and so he had began to seek you out more. This didn’t go unnoticed by her but if there was one person she didn’t mind sharing you with, it was him. The two of them found solace in one another, they wouldn’t say anything but many nights were spent sitting side by side in silence, both of them looking at a picture of the three of you at Caleb’s high school graduation. You had shown up with a bouquet of hydrangeas mixed with daisies which had been her favourite flowers and lilies which had been yours. It was an odd combination but she thought it was beautiful and by the look on Caleb’s face, so did he. You had also gifted him a bracelet just as hideous, with yours and hers initials on it. “Didn’t want you to be left out,” you had teased. 

The photo had Caleb in the middle, holding his certificate and your bouquet, you were on his right side and she was on his left. The both of you had intertwined your arms around his and all three of you had beaming smiles on your faces. Plans had been made for the summer since Caleb would be off to university and those plans had never come to fruition due to your disappearance. 

The two often visited your brother at the hospital, he had fallen into a coma and sometimes she would stand over him wishing he had been taken and it was you there instead. A couple months later he would wake up and no memories of the night. She wasn’t sure what would happen to him since your grandparents were long gone and both your parents had been the only child in their families. But he had looked so much like you so she had begged Gran to take him in and she did. Your brother was a mess, she couldn’t blame him, he needed several months in recovery with physical therapy to learn how to walk again. His body was now forever changed, no longer healthy as it used to be, hospitals would now be a constant in his life. He didn’t have you anymore, so she stepped up, giving him the comfort you would have and to her surprise her care for him became genuine. Despite him being older she saw him as the younger brother she never had. Keeping up the tradition you had started, she had given him an ugly bracelet, this one had your initials and your parents. However later when she noticed the addition of her’s and Caleb’s, she refused to acknowledge the softness she felt.

As time passes, the wound you left behind on everyone never fades. They were all cowards however, cowards who refused to speak of you because then it would become real. They’d ignore how she had your clothes still refusing to wash them because your scent was on them, she’d ignore how a shirt of yours disappeared only to end up in Caleb’s closet or how your brother was now wearing your jacket, they would ignore any photos they came across of you in another’s room or how they all avoided all the things you enjoyed and how they would conveniently when the day you went missing would come around again. Instead they all forced themselves to move on. Caleb became a pilot, she a hunter and your brother an archivist. She reunited with Zayne, met Xavier and Rafayel. Your brother met his husband and at the wedding, three seats were left unoccupied in the front.

Everyone had always thought what you two had was friendship, sisterhood even, this included both you and her. It wasn’t until one of the university parties a friend had dragged her too, where she met a girl who looked similar to you, did she realise. She went to the girl’s dorm that night, refusing to look her in the eyes because it wouldn’t be you staring back, ignoring the moans escaping from the girl because they weren’t yours and having to bite down on the girl’s shoulder to stop herself from moaning your name instead. She left as soon as it was over, shame settling in her stomach, was this what she reduced you to? But she couldn’t stop herself anytime she found someone who reminded her of you.

In her weak moments when the pain of you got too much, she couldn’t stop her hand from wandering into her underwear, shivering as her fingers touched against her. Her thumb rubbing on her clit while her fingers moved in and out of her, her mind was occupied with thoughts of you. Her realisation of her feelings for you had awoken something in her. If you were still alive, how would you look? Would you still keep your hair short or would you let it grow out? Would the chubbiness of youth in your face disappear? Or would it remain? Would you get even taller? Would you continue soccer, gaining muscles (a shiver crept through her at the thought), or would you be lean, would you gain weight? She couldn’t stop her thoughts from becoming more sinful, she knew she should feel guilty but she didn’t. What would your body feel like against hers? Would you let her between your legs? Would you go between hers? Would you be sensitive when she’d feel all around your body, simply admiring the masterpiece that is you? Would you be more dominant? Or would you let her take the lead? Would you blush if she’d admit all the things she wanted to do to you? How would you feel if she revealed that she wanted to take you in front of anyone who thought they could be yours? It never took her long to finish to the thoughts of you and afterwards she would lie there before sobs overtook her body, she’d never get to know.

She’d often wonder what it was about you that had her trapped only to easily answer her own question. You saw her. You understood her in a way no one could, she would catch you looking at her sometimes, an expression of wonder on your face like you couldn’t believe she was real. She already knew she loved your eyes, she loved your hair, you didn’t like people touching it but you always allowed her. She loved how you adored getting fed by someone and also feeding someone, how you loved resting your head on her lap, she loved how important sleep was to you and how she used to find you sleeping in the most weird places (like a garden bed), she loved your smile and she loved your laugh. She loved how her name sounded when you said it and with that she adored your voice as well, it was melodic to her.  She adored your love for baking, your dream had been to open your own bakery and she had promised to be your first customer to which you had replied, “Naturally.” She loved your horrible sense of humour. She loved your gentleness, not just towards her but towards the world. She loved how cryptic you could be sometimes, she could often see something dark in your eyes, like you had experienced some horrible things and sometimes you would ask her things like:

“Do you believe in past lives?”

“What if I told you none of this was real?”

“How do you feel about dragons?”

Most importantly, she loved how you saw her as her own person, someone capable. With her heart condition, she was used to being coddled by everyone, infantilised by her family but never with you. When she had revealed her dreams of being a hunter, she was asked to reconsider for her own well being but you had supported her with a smile and a look like you expected it (see? cryptic). When she got lectured by Gran and Caleb for beating up a group of boys that thought she’d be an easy target, you had fist bumped her and took her out to dinner because she had made you proud. You never second guessed her decisions and even in her more bratty moments you knew how to handle her. Later when she had met everyone else, she couldn’t help the pit in her stomach when they looked at her like that. Like she was everything, like they had been waiting for her for a long time, she didn’t like the expectations they had. She felt burdened by their unintentional emotions, it had never been like that with you. It was easy with you since you never looked at her like that, like you were desperate for her to remember you, to be with you in a way she never could. You had no expectations of her yet you let her into your life anyways.

So, how could you just leave her behind? How could you give her the privilege of knowing all that is you and then take it away. 

A/N: are you tired of the non-mc fics where MC gets painted as a demon straight from hell? Here's one she's obsessed with you instead!

The woman in me who loves women took over while writing this and she cannot be controlled.

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Random Stuff for Your Story

I have bookmarks saved for random, different, interesting topics that don’t really fit into any single category, so I decided to just put them all together in one list.

A list of resources on miscellaneous topics to help make your stories more interesting.

Writing Accurate Heist Scenes A tumblr thread that discusses accurate heist scenes for heist movies, and what it’s like to work as a security guard.

Friends, Not Love Interests Helpful advice for anyone who is writing two characters as friends (particularly when one is female and the other is male), in order to help minimize the chance of readers wanting them to fall in love.

The Writer’s Guide to Distinguishing Marks on Characters A basic guide on different types of distinguishing marks for characters, such as freckles, birthmarks, scars, and tattoos.  

Don’t Use Specific Numbers in Your Story A tumblr thread that explains if your story doesn’t need a specific number for something (whether a date, age, span of time, etc.), then you don’t need to use a number. Includes helpful examples.

Pet Peeves in TV Shows and Movies A tumblr thread with different lists of things that people find annoying in TV shows and movies. Many of these things can also apply to situations in stories.

Types of Paperwork That Characters Could Do A tumblr thread that discusses how fanfiction writers often give their characters “large amounts of paperwork they hate doing,” but don’t describe the type of paperwork.  Provides a list of different types of paperwork that characters could be working on.

In Time Travel Movies, When the Time Traveler Asks... A tumblr thread that discusses more realistic responses for when a time traveler asks what year it is or where they are, instead of people automatically thinking they are weird or crazy for asking.  

Reasons for a Character’s Death Explains the reasons why you might kill off a character, and offers advice on how to make a character’s death meaningful.

Dialogue Responses to “I Thought You Were Dead!” A list of different responses that a character could give when someone else says, “I thought you were dead.”

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