#but i did my best and that should be taken into consideration !!! ;w;

[ljubimaya]

AN ACT OF LOVE ۶ৎ

۶ৎ SYNOPSIS: Being loved is being taken care of - emotionally and physically. ۶ৎ FEATURING CHARACTERS: Baji Keisuke, Shuji Hanma, Kazutora Hanemiya ۶ৎ C/W: fluff, established relationships/marriage, afab reader, mentions of flu symptoms in Baji's part, pregnancy in Kazutora's part + some hurt/comfort, insomnia in Hanma's part, petnames (baby, granny lmao), super self-indulgend ngl, not proof read, lowkey sucks but oh well ☠️ ۶ৎ AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is inspired by me being sick some time ago and sulking in my bed. Also took me ages to finish this. ۶ৎ W/C: 3.3k+

۶ৎ Keisuke Baji: 

It’s the dead of the night, and you laid on your stomach, head  resting on the side while your arms were spread. Your husband, ever the considerate and loving man, sat next to you as his calloused hands kneaded your aching muscles. It’s been terrible the last few days since you’ve started sneezing and coughing. At first, you assumed it must have been some allergies, but the added fever, fatigue and muscle pain painted a clearer picture for you: You must have gotten the flu. 

So you took off a week from work to rot in the bed you shared with your husband, taking every disgusting tasting medication your doctor has recommended and falling asleep right after. While the other symptoms have gradually become better - thankfully, for you were going insane with your stuffy nose - your muscles wouldn’t stop hurting. The worst part, however, was that nothing seemed to help, no pain killers, no grain pillows, no overpriced could lessen the ache you felt in your tired muscles.

Thankfully, you happen to be married to the best man in the entire earth.

Keisuke has been so attentive ever since you’ve gotten sick. Despite his busy work schedule, he made sure you were taken care of, like making sure you’re taking your medicine in the morning and the evening, cooking you nutritious meals when he had the time for it and  most importantly, tending to your aching back. He did give the best backrubs of all time after all. 

So you waited impatiently for Keisuke to come back from the veterinary clinic he worked in to massage your muscles, occasionally dozing off continuing to take your meds with a sour face. 

The torturous wait came to an end as soon as you heard the heavy yet familiar footsteps of your husband nearing the bedroom. You stirred awake yet again from the shuffling noises in the background to see him sit down on your bed, skin clad in his casual pair of sweats and a white baggy shirt, holding a small bottle of massaging oil in his hand.

“Did I wake you up?” Keisuke asked, sitting down on the end of the bed, his heavy hand tenderly stroking your covered leg “Are you feeling better?”

You chuckled when you felt his loving touch “Wow, not even gonna greet your sick wife? How rude, Kei” You couldn’t see him well from the way you laid on your stomach, but you envisioned the ravenette rolling his eyes at you “Don’t roll your eyes at me, Mister Baji”

“How did you even know I was rolling my eyes at you?” your husband questioned as he moved to sit next to you, tugging the blanket and your - his - shirt away from his way “I just know you, Kei” you merrily replied, lightly shuddering when the cold oil made contact with your skin. His warm hand softly rubbed your back, spreading the massaging oil evenly “As you should. I’d be really pissed if my own wife didn’t know me and my antics” He muttered, digging his thumbs into your back muscles and rubbing them against your hurting muscles. 

“Kei, it hurts!” you groaned into the pillows, struggling under the strong palms of his hands “You’re being too rough”

“I know, I know baby, but you’ll feel much better” Keisuke spoke to you, his usual gruff tone softening for you “Jeez babe, your muscles are rock hard. You have the back of an old granny” Keisuke snickered, his touch becoming more gentle. He’d hate to seriously hurt you. 

“Keisuke I swear to God” you scoffed into the pillow, deciding to play along with his banter “I’m not an old granny and won’t become one anytime soon. You should be ashamed of bullying your sick wife”

“Hmmmm, nope, feelin’ no shame”  

Your pained whines and protest slowly but surely grew silent as your husband continued rubbing and kneading your sore muscles, easing the ache you’ve been feeling all day long. Stopping after a while, Keisuke plumped next to you. Your mattress dipped at his sudden shifting before you were pulled towards him, scooped up in his embrace. A small yelp escaped your lips as you were manhandled into a different position - a position more of keisuke’s liking. You were turned to lay on your side, your back snugly pressing against your husband’s front as he buried his face into the crook of your neck. 

“Kei! Geez, you will get sick if you get close to me like that”

Keisuke lets out a content sigh, his nose bumping against the tender skin of your neck “Oh shut. I’ve slept next to you for the whole week, I’ll be fine” He scoffed before he murmured into your neck “Besides, I’ve been looking forward to this all day long”

Heat crept up your face. You knew Keisuke can be affectionate - hell, you married this man, of course you knew he was affectionate towards you - yet the way it rolled off his tongue so sweetly made you feel as shy as when you had just started dating him. Loving him never gets old, you supposed. 

So you laid in the warm embrace of your husband, feeling the beat of his heart softly thudding against your back and the slight tickle of his calm breath against your neck. Comfortable silence engulfed you two, and before you knew it, you heard his snores from behind you. A tired smile crept up on your lips before you followed suit, falling asleep in the ravenette’s embrace. The pain faded, and all you could feel was Keisuke’s love and devotion to you. 

۶ৎ Shuji Hanma: 

A deep hum left Shuji’s lips as he made his way to your shared apartment. Work has been taxing for the last few weeks ever since one of his photo’s he did for a wedding blew up on the internet. While he enjoyed his work and the extra money flowing in, sitting in his office and editing his client’s pictures till the sun goes down was not a way the tall man enjoys spending his nights. During the day, the tall man would be driving from shoot to shoot, instructing models how to pose while taking numerous pictures and making calls and adding appointments to his agenda.  

Who knew following his passion would turn him into a relentless workaholic? 

Unlocking the door as quietly as he could, Shuji quietly walked through the darkness of his apartment to the bathroom. More like forcing himself to go take a shower before crawling under the blankets with you, for Shuji knew you would be more than displeased with him. As he’s letting the warm water hit his skin, the ravenette’s thoughts drifted to you.  He didn’t liked to admit it too often, but he missed you throughout the day - the way you’d scold him for ruining the freshly washed sheets with his ‘outside smell’, the way you would subconsciously scoot closer to him in your sleep, the way you are alway the first to wake up in the morning, the way you would have to convince him with kisses and promises of a hot cup of coffee waiting for him in the kitchen if he gets up. 

Man, you were just so good to him.

Shuji quickly dried himself off and changed into his pajama - the one you thoughtfully left on top of the washing machine so he wouldn’t have to disturb your sleep by rummaging through the drawers. Tired, but feeling more relaxed after taking his shower, he quietly walked towards your shared bedroom, careful not to bump into anything. You should be asleep already, softly snoring as you’d be lying on his side of the bed and hugging his pillow. At least, that would be how Shuji usually finds you whenever he comes home from work past midnight. He would usually gently push you to roll over to your side and carefully attempt to pry his pillow away from your death grip. Most of the time he gives up and resorts to sleeping with your pillow under his head, which he doesn’t mind. After all, the best way the lanky man falls asleep is being surrounded by your scent.

However, upon entering your shared bedroom, he finds you laying in bed, wide awake and diligently tapping away on your laptop. The lamp on the nightstand illuminated the bedroom, bathing you in a soft golden hue.

“Baby, why are you still awake?” Shuji asked as he approached you, sitting down on the edge of the mattress. Upon coming closer to you, he noticed the dark circles under your eyes and the tired look in your face. Still so beautiful. 

“I wanna finish this chapter. I think I made the plot too complicated” You sighed as you averted your eyes from the bright screen to take a look at your equally tired boyfriend. 

“Besides, I gotta edit it too. I feel like my writing is inconsistent and lackluster” Despite his fatigue, a grin grew on his face. Oh you knew he was about to bully you. 

“Probably because you need to rest” Shuji snickered as he took the laptop from your lap “Can’t have your little brain burn out before you finish writing the epilogue” 

“But Shu, I need to finish this right now-” 

“This reminds me of the times you used to pull all nighters back in highschool to finish your assignments, but this time you’re doing it willingly” 

You scoffed, unable to find humor in your boyfriend’s attempts to tease you. Placing your hands on your laptop, you lightly pulled it closer to you as you muttered “Your comparison sucks, Shu. I’m writing because it’s my hobby, not a chore like the assignments used to be” The man could only shake his head, the light grin quickly turning into a scoff “You sure this isn’t a chore for you? Sure looks like you treat it like one”

Oh, he got you. You tried really hard to come up with a witty come back, something that would make him mind his own business. Unfortunately for you, your sleep deprived brain couldn’t argue with him. Against your ego, you had to bite the bullet. 

The grip on your laptop loosened. The truth was that you were dying to fall back into your mattress and  get the rest you desperately needed, but the need to be finished with your herculean task overthrew your basic human want. 

Seeing as you weren’t budging, Shuji gently attempted to take your laptop away; this time placing the device on his own lap before suggesting “You lay back. I’ll read what you have written so far”  

“Shu, it’s fine-”

“Do what I say, doll” He cut you off without sparing you a glance. Instead, he got comfortable in your shared bed and began to silently read your writing “You made some spelling mistakes. And I don’t understand why you’d word this sentence like that” The ravenette pointed his index finger at the bright screen, showing you the sentence he meant “But honestly? Not too shabby. The pacing is nice and most importantly, the plot isn’t boring” 

You weren’t sure if you were hearing things right. Since when did he know anything about literature? 

Shuji snickered as he watched you squinting at him “What? Didn’t like what I said?”

You could only huff, watching him turn off your laptop and placing it on his nightstand  - right next to the now cold cup of coffee he didn’t get to finish in the morning “Are you sure you’re actually my boyfriend? Are you actually my Shu?” You looked him up and down “My boyfriend doesn’t know that much about writing”

The man next to you pulled the blanket over his body as he laid down. Turning his face to you, he smugly replied “You’re acting like I’m uncultured”

“You aren’t?” 

Your boyfriend pulled you closer to him, encasing you in his warmth. Shuji bumped his nose against yours “True. Guess you rubbed off on me” He muttered tiredly “Now close your eyes. You gotta finish that chapter tomorrow for me”

۶ৎ Kazutora Hanemiya:

Dread filled you as you looked down on your hands, watching as one line immediately appeared on the test. Truth be told, this wasnät your idea. Catching up with your friend Emma in a cafe near your workplace turned into you ranting about your fatigue and nausea pretty quickly as soon as Emma noticed the tired look in your eyes. 

“It’s probably the stress from work”, you tried justifying, explaining the big projects you were working on for the last few weeks. Conveniently, you left out that even though work has been taxing, you were still able to get a full night of sleep every time you came home from your office, and that you had enough time to spend with your boyfriend outside of work. 

Emma would only shake her head at you “You know, I thought it was just stress and lack of sleep too, but it wasn’t” she’d rub her visibly pregnant belly as she recalled the symptoms she’s experienced before she found out she was expecting. 

Emma successfully planted the seed of doubt in your mind without even realizing. 

You tried rationalizing feeling fatigued and nauseous for a while, thinking that upon the completion of your projects your symptoms would disappear. But, oh, how wrong you were. Each passing day became harder for you, as tiredness became a looming presence throughout your everyday life. Barely being able to keep your eyes open and containing your breakfast in your stomach, you grew anxious of the prophetic words Emma told you weeks ago. Out of desperation, you looked up pregnancy symptoms to calm your raging nerves down. Fatigue? Check. Nausea? Check. Morning sickness? Check. Mood swings? Check. Missed period? Check. 

You knew you wouldn’t have to continue reading, but you foolishly held onto the hope that there would be at least one big symptom that would contradict your fears. Defeated, you put your phone down on your coffee table. Scrolling through a seemingly endless list of possible pregnancy symptoms drained you, but the uncertainty ate you alive. so you mustered up all of your strength and courage to walk into the closest pharmacy and get a pregnancy test. To calm my nerves, you’d think as you picked up whichever pregnancy test the pharmacist advised you to buy. 

This leads you to where you are currently. The results took an agonizingly long amount of time, and you started to overthink again. Truth be told, while you weren’t planning on it anytime soon, you assumed it would happen one day. The main reason you felt so anxious was your boyfriend’s reaction to you possibly being pregnant. You weren’t even sure if Kazutora, your beloved boyfriend, even wanted to have children of his own. The conversation about settling down with kids just never seemed to pop up in any past conversations you had with him. You didn’t have a lot to go off on; all you really knew was that while Kazutora was good with kids, he still had issues he needed to work through. 

What would he say? Would he be angry? Happy? Would he leave? Your stomach churned as the thoughts flooded your mind. Your eyes were focused on the pregnancy test in your hands, however you didn’t pay attention to it. 

Your trance- like state was interrupted by a loud knock on your bathroom door “Hey, you ok in there?” Kazutora’s muffled voice, filled with worry, came from the other side of the door. Your heart skipped a beat when you heard his voice, not expecting him to come home so soon. Clumsily, you stood up a little too quickly and rushed to open the door for him, leaving the pregnancy test on the sink. You swung the door open, coming face to face with the man you loved most. His loving face was scrunched with worry, eyebrows knitted as he took your panicked state in “Hey, baby. Didn’t think I’d see you home so early. How was work?”

“Was alright. I tried calling you, but you didn’t pick up the phone, so I came home to check on you” Kazutora replied, his gaze still fixed on your tired looking face “You look awful. Maybe we should go and get you checked up” 

You shock your head vehemently “No! No, there’s no need for that. Trust me, I’m healthy” Placing your hands on his face. The warmth of his skin brought you comfort, calming you down a bit before you continued “Trust me, I am fine” 

Your boyfriend narrowed his eyes at you “Babe, no. This is getting out of hand, you need to see a doctor” He huffed, walking past you to get to the bathroom “Get dressed, I’ll drive you there” Kazutora walked towards the sink. Cold sweat coated your skin as you watched him reach the sink and turn on the faucet. This was it, the point of no return. You knew he would see the pregnancy test, and he’d be the first to see results - even before you yourself could see it for yourself. You began mentally cursing yourself; for not looking at the test before you rushed to open the door for him, for not hiding the test, for not being careful enough. Bracing yourself for his reaction, you watched his movements stutter. The water running from the faucet splashed in the background, hitting the stone material of the sink harshly, was the only noise drowning out the deafening silence between you and Kazutora. 

“Baby, is this what I think it is?” Kazutora silently asked, his voice unsteady and quiet. You almost wouldn’t have caught his question if you weren’t hyper fixated on him. You couldn’t tell if this was a good or bad sign, hell you weren’t even sure what the results were in the first place. Coming to the realization that you needed to be truthful, you sighed and started to explain “I haven’t seen the results yet. I’ve been feeling” You paused, sighing, before continuing “I haven’t been feeling myself for some time now” 

“I understand” Kazutora turned the faucet off, the splashing of water suddenly coming to a stop before he turned around to see you. 

A soft smile graced his features, the same one that made you fall head over heels for him all those years ago. Just like the sun hitting ice, his relaxed, loving expression was enough to melt your worries away “So? You wanna know the results?” You nodded eagerly, expecting to be given the pregnancy test from your lover. He handed you the test, his touch lingering. Kazutora intently watched your face as you looked down to see the pregnancy test in your hand. 

Two lines. Positive. 

A gasp left your lips, hands flying to clasp over your mouth to contain your bubbling emotions. Your gaze switches between the positive test and Kazutora. The realization that you are very much pregnant hits you hard, but the realization that you worried about him not taking the news well for nothing knocked you off your feet. 

Happy tears welled up in your eyes and soft sobs escaped through your lips. Closing the distance between you and him, the ravenette gently held your waist with one hand and cupped your cheek with the other one. His calloused thumb swiped over your soft skin, wiping away the small droplets of tears escaping your eyes “I’m so bad with words, but baby I need you to know how happy you make me. From the moment we have met, to the day you’ve agreed to date me. But today, you’ve made me by far the happiest I have ever been” 

You choked up when you saw his golden eyes become glassy, feeling his usually steady hand shake with every word he speaks to you. Your hands moved away from your mouth, cradling your lover’s face instead. Lovingly, you gazed into each others’ eyes as you stood in your small bathroom, feeling the butterflies flutter in your stomach while Kazutora’s hand moved to place itself over your tummy - holding the two most precious people in his life. 

[genderless-naper]

hard worker

trafalgar law x gf!reader

sfw! lil drabble, wc: 900

↳ requested! lowercase intended!

being just as dedicated as your boyfriend is with work often times leaves you forgetting to take care of yourself, so law tends to keep an eye out to help you when you need it

law would be the first to understand how addicting it can be to be fully submerged in your work. he saw a reflection of himself when he saw you on the other end of the room working your way through books and to-do lists. additionally, he also knew how annoying it was to be interrupted during moments when you’re fully locked in on work. he knew all these feelings too well.

yet he can never help himself from trying to get you to stop.

seeing your messy hair and tired eyes pulls on his heart strings. he admired your dedication, but a small part of him hated it because he had to see you suffer from it. arguably the worst part would be how you never admitted it.

law stood from his desk to approach yours. the sound of the heel of his boot would echo with every board he stepped on. you decide to look up once you hear the heel-thumps stop in front of your desk. you flashed a tired smile at your lover then resumed your attention back to your work.

law cleared his throat to alert you that he wanted the same attention which was being occupied by papers. you look up and respond with a simple hum waiting for what he has to say. now he was put on the spot, but he didn’t quite understand how to form the words that could express his thoughts.

he quickly blurted out without much thought, “just stop it.”

you tilt your head slightly in confusion, “did i do something wrong law? i was just doing my w-“

law slowly shook his head while looking unsure of what to say next, “nothing is wrong. i think you should just stop with your work for tonight. you know.. take a break.”

you couldn’t help but to laugh. you figured law telling you this was some sort of comedic relief. it was ironic hearing such a thing from someone whose first horrible habit was his work ethics, and second would be his caffeine consumption because of his work ethics.

regardless, you waved him off and continued your work, “i’ll go whenever i finish this final task. i’ll be quick.”

law crossed his arms unsatisfied with your response, “just finish it tomorrow y/n-ya”

you shook your head immediately. it was noticeable that your attention was slipping back to your work. he observed you as you yawned, rubbed your eyes, heard your stomach growl, and saw you shivering.

he knew you were to busy to take care of yourself, so he would have to do it for you.

he went to your shared quarters to get you your favorite sweatshirt. then he made his way to the kitchen to fix you something light before bed. he made his way back to the shared research space.

he pulled your chair away from the desk which earned a suspicious glare from you. he tried to soften his tone knowing it was the best way to get you to listen to what he has to say, “you need to wear this. you’re freezing baby.”

law helps you wear your sweatshirt even though you protest heavily against it. you repeatedly stated how you just want to finish your last task, and how he was getting in the way. he was not giving in to your demands anytime soon.

he hands you a plate of food and a glass of milk, “you need to eat something as well.”

you look at the contents of the plate. you slightly laughed as you examine the pb&j sandwich with a few cookies on the plate, “seriously law?” you couldn’t tell if he was making a joke out of this or not.

his stance said otherwise. his tried his best to keep his demeanor, but he couldn’t help to feel quite embarrassed because of your sudden laughs. he mumbled as he kept his gaze focused on the ground, “it was either that or cereal y/n..”

a slight red crept up his face. you knew the poor man in front of you just wanted you to be taken care of.

after much consideration you decide to eat the “meal” presented to you. you watched as his whole demeanor changed to satisfied. if you looked any closer you could see a faint smile ghosting his lips. as you make your way through the food you see law starting the clear your desk in an orderly fashion. he made sure to put all your materials on one side of the desk in an organized respectful way, “it’ll all be ready for you tomorrow, so theres no need to continue your work.”

you hummed as you continued eating. after finishing and resting the plate you look back to the tattooed man, “if i’m taking a break then so are you.”

law immediately shook his head, “i have a lot of work to finish y/n.”

you rolled your eyes dramatically, “you’re such a hypocrite!” you made your way to his desk to give it the same organizational treatment as he gave your things. it was only fair he followed the rules he was imposing on you.

you ignored the responses from the man as you grab his arm to pull him out the office. being that you two barely take care of yourselves while you work meant having to look out for each other. you both couldn’t be more thankful for each other since you both fulfilled each others needs so well.

[iheart-nana]

xxxvi. those eyes

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CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX ─ those eyes.

❛ we got nothing else to do, and nothing else to lose ❜

Choi Eunyoung's Perspective

Time seemed to be rolling by as I tried my best to help Sunjae with algebra. His dread had considerably reduced, and I thought it was good enough. I had given him a few problems to solve on his own, and I was sitting with my back turned to him. I couldn't help but stare at the pictures on the shelf of Sunjae at his swimming tournaments. So many of them decked the walls. It made me realize just how huge his swimming career must have been. I could almost feel his hurt when he was forced to quit. It filled me with a strange determination and protectiveness. I wanted to save him so desperately.

Then there were other, rather trivial and silly thoughts racing through my mind. Even with wet hair sticking to his face, he looked as handsome as ever. The teenager inside me seemed to be staring at his astonishing figure. I had never realized how incredible his proportions were. Wide shoulders with a torso that tapered towards the waist. I quickly looked away, hot-faced.

I shifted my gaze to my bedroom window which I could see from Sunjae's window. They were so close by. My mind couldn't fathom how all these years, I had been so close to Sunjae; If I had just opened my eyes and sought him out...

Fate had brought us together by some miracle that even I couldn't explain. It was magic. Like some kind of supernatural forces were working to bring us closer. My heart yearned to hold onto the hope that destiny would do it's part and Sunjae would get the happy ending he deserved. Every night was me shutting down the self-doubt that I didn't have the power to change anything.

My eyes fell on the clock, and that was when I realized we had been studying for more than two hours. I quickly shifted back to where Sunjae was sitting, and found him sleeping silently with his head resting on his hands. A smile surfaced on my face. You've worked hard, Sunjae. I placed my two hands on the space next to him and rested my head in a way that I could look at him. My eyes examined his features, as if I was trying to memorize every little detail on his face. His eyes were shut softly, his face showing no signs of discomfort or pain. This is how I wished him to be forever. At peace. The moment my gaze landed on his lips, it was as if a magnetic force prevented me from looking away. Perfect, pillowy... they looked so soft. My mind wandered back to the time we had almost kissed- maybe that was my imagination? I had no idea.

Then, his eyes opened slowly, blinkingly. I was taken aback, but I remained motionless, unable to divert my gaze. At first, I witnessed a confusion in his eyes and then we seemed to melt into each other's gaze. In that moment, our eyes seemed to be delivering professions of love our mouths could never have the courage to voice.

To shatter the moment, the turn of the doorknob sounded in the room, and we weren't nearly quick enough to pull away when Sunjae's dad entered the room. We were suddenly jerked awake, back to reality in an instant. I sat up completely straight, blinking rapidly. 

"Oh, dear, I'm sorry, I-" Sunjae's dad trailed off, a smirk appearing on his face. He backed away, closing the door, leaving me and Sunjae in a state of awkwardness.

"Talk about bad timing," Sunjae muttered, in response to which Eunyoung forced out a chuckle. Did he really have to walk in at that moment? 

"I should get going then," I said, rubbing the back of my neck and gathering my books, "It's been, what, two hours? Let's continue next time?"

"Yeah," he said. Neither of us seemed to know what to say or how to act, "What about the practice problems?"

"Homework?"

He laughed, and it almost sounded genuine. I smiled at him.

"Thanks," he called out just as I was leaving, following me down the staircase, "Thanks for doing this for me."

"Anytime."

When we came down to the living room, it was almost as if his dad had been waiting, smirking this whole time. I didn't have it in me to say anything to him, so I gave him a quick bow as I made my way to the front door, Sunjae close behind me. Just before I went home, our eyes met once again. Our lips stretched into a smile, as if it was instinct. And then I was off. 

Despite my evident embarrassment, the moment in Sunjae's room had made one thing astonishingly clear. I was in love with Ryu Sunjae, and there was no going back.

💿

On reaching home, I was met with a full on interrogation by my mother. Her flushed face and eyes wide with rage made me realize that she must have fought with Yumi. A sense of guilt washed over me because I couldn't help Yumi as much as I hoped to.

"Where were you?" she asked me, her voice irritable.

"I was at Sunjae's house," I explained calmly, "I'm helping him study."

She went quiet, and sat down on the couch. I took the seat beside her and grabbed her hand, "It's not Taesung's fault, you know," I said gently.

"I know..." she whispered.

💿

I sat in my room, deep in thought as my mind replayed todays events over and over. I had the most trivial anxieties racing through my brain. I sat staring at Sunjae's window, trying to make sense of the mess in me. I could practically see Sunjae's eyes staring into mine. I didn't want to get my hopes up by thinking that Sunjae replicated my feelings. At the same time, the fear of losing him crept in my mind, gnawing on my self- doubt.

I scribbled another note on a piece of paper- "If you ask for flowers, don't be surprised if it starts to rain. The hardships you're facing are only temporary. Happier days are coming."

The moment after the paper airplane landed on Sunjae's window, my phone buzzed, interrupting my train of thoughts. It was a text message from my father.

Eunyoung, I want to meet you, I've missed you.

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nana's notes: this chapter was a whole rollercoaster ride tbh

delphi's notes: someone check on yumi pls

next chapter: saturday (out now!) list of chapters here!

[cataclysmiceuphemism]

jolenz + 27 or 32 for the kink prompts? :3

a list of 69 kinks– send a prompt and a ship -- 32 coming untouched (also #23...roleplay because I was going to combo them annnnd misread the number lol. Maybe I'll do #27 body worship at some point too.)

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"I feel we need to have a chat, Dolenz," Davy said, pacing across the floor.

Micky followed Davy obediently with his eyes. He didn't say anything yet.

Davy looked the part of the celebrity he'd been pretending to be for some time, first to save his life— at least, the life he had with The Monkees— and now for his own pleasure. He was dressed in the only tailored suit he might ever afford to own, working with the band, with properly-tied tie and shined shoes. He had a telescopic pointer, one they all often used when they were in the role of lecturer for their various ideas, shortened to the size of his palm.

Micky was in a considerably different state, sat only in his boxers on the edge of their bed.

"I saw a man took your suit," Davy continued, "Would you like to explain that?"

"It was a rental," Micky said, "I couldn't keep up the monthly payments."

They smiled at each other over the joke.

"Yes, I see," Davy said, "I'm sorry to say I'll have to let you go as my chauffeur. Maybe, if he'd at least left you the hat, but— well, this just won't do at all, will it?"

Micky fell to his knees, hugging Davy's legs, groveling. "Don't fire me, Mr. Jones! Please! This is the only job I've got! I might have a family that depends on me, someday! I'll find one this week, if you let me keep my job!"

Davy pet Micky's hair and let him grovel this way for longer than was really necessary for what they were doing. It had nothing to do with the character he was in at all. He loved Micky, loved the silly boy that would cling to him and make a fool of himself for him, and would have missed him so terribly if they'd had to be apart from one another that it made him have to blink away an itch creeping into his eyes. "Oh, don't beg," he said, "Get back up. I might have another position you can fill."

Micky scrambled back to sit up on the bed again. "Thank you, Mr. Jones, thank you. What is it? I'll do anything!"

"Anything?"

"Anything!"

Davy looked over Micky with consideration. Micky shimmied, tipped his head back, and pushed his slim chest out to make himself look the part of an eager prospective employee. "You've certainly got the right outfit…" His eyes dragged slow down Micky's body, taking in every inch that he could see. He knew it so well he didn't have to look at all; he knew it just as well when the room was dark, in the late night when they should have been sleeping, as he did with Micky posed perfect under the light just to be looked at this way.

Micky tipped his head, brows pinched. "Mr. Jones?"

"It gets very lonely, being a celebrity. No one ever thinks that, do they? They see all the riches and the glamour, but the truth is while there are as many things you could ever want, there's very little companionship. And I got started on this path so young you know…. I've never taken a woman out on a date that wasn't for the photographers. You and Tork and Nesmith, to tell you the truth, you three are the closest I've had to friends in my entire life." He had played the part as best as he could, with an earnest tip to his shoulders and large, pleading eyes, "I suppose that's a bit sad, isn't it?"

Micky shook his head emphatically. "It's not sad," he said, barely acting at all. And it was aided by the fact that there was some truth to what Davy was saying; the feeling of isolation, in coming to America and finding friendship waiting for him in The Monkees, was true even if he'd twisted the feelings up for dramatics. "But I don't understand. You want me to be your friend, Mr. Jones, sir?"

"Something more than that," Davy said. "I'd like for you to pleasure me."

"Pleasure—oh."

"As I said, it gets very lonely. And I think you'd be the right man for the job. Of course…." Davy snapped his wrist and the telescopic pointer flung out to its full length. Micky jumped at the crack of it. "If you're interested in the position, I'd have to see all of you—" He tapped Micky on the tip of his nose to make him go cross-eyed, then dragged the pointer down Micky's body, over his lips and the curve of his chin, down his chest, dipping briefly at his navel, and stopping at the waistband of his boxers. A tent had started to form in them, Micky's cock half-hardening somewhere between the snapping of the pointer and its journey down his body. "Just to be sure you can meet my needs."

Micky wasted no time in pulling his boxers down off his legs and kicking them away.

Davy dragged the pointer's tip along the length of Micky's hardening cock. "At attention, Dolenz," he said. He tapped the tip against Micky's shaft, gently, but quick enough to make him startle. "Do you need to touch yourself to give me an accurate account? Know it will be a point against you, if you do."

Micky shook his head in little, fast movements. And sure enough his cock was at its full length in no time at all, just from the whisper-soft touch of the pointer and the rougher touch of Davy's words. "Is it—" he started, stuttered, stopped and restarted, "Would it please you, Mr. Jones?"

"Yes. I think it would do nicely," Davy agreed. He pressed the pointer back to its compact size between his hands, then set it down on their nightstand. "But I still haven't seen all of you, have I? Hands and knees, Dolenz, and be quick about it."

Micky was quick about it, turning around and kneeling on the bed.

"Spread yourself," Davy said.

Micky was quick to do that, too, using both hands to spread himself open, leaving him kneeling face-down, cheek pressed on the mattress. Davy stepped in closer to examine him, then, and spit onto the hole that was exposed to him. For him. He ran his fingertip around it, feeling the shiver that went through Micky's body in the way his hole tightened, then pressed inside. Micky groaned softly and turned his face into the bed, maybe to muffle his noise but maybe just because it pleased him, and he had to move somehow.

"You are tight for me, aren't you, Dolenz?"

Micky nodded against the mattress.

Davy leaned in closer, pressing his finger in as deep as it could go, so that he could get as close as he could to whisper in Micky's ear. Their heights as they were, the angles as they were, he was closer to Micky's shoulder, but that was all right, and he broke character a moment. "You would love for me to fuck you, wouldn't you, Micky?" He bent his finger, rubbing against the spot that always got Micky seeing stars, and sure enough it got him moaning feral into the mattress and rocking his hips to fuck himself on Davy's finger.

Micky nodded fast again, and turned his face to say, "Yeah, Davy, yeah."

"I would love that, too, Dear, but it's not in the cards for us now, I'm afraid."

"Huh?" Micky asked, panting.

Davy didn't answer, not right off, and instead withdrew from him. "Go ahead and sit back up, you've passed your inspection." He watched as Micky drew himself back up to sit. "I can think of many ways I'd be able to enjoy myself with you. But we are in a bit of a bind at the moment. You see, this is still a job. And it's for my pleasure, not yours. You'd enjoy it as much as I did, were I to let you fuck me. Or if I were to fuck you. And I need to know you're doing this job for me, not for a selfish desire to come."

"I can't…I don't get to come, babe?"

Micky sounded actually heartbroken, earnestly distraught.

"Now, now, chin up." Davy did tip Micky's chin up, then, to kiss him. "This is your probationary period I'm afraid. You can still come—" Micky perked up, starry eyed. "—but I won't be touching you. And you won't be touching yourself." Micky deflated again. "Just your imagination. If you can come that way, you've earned it. And if you show me how well you can do, pleasing me, the next time I use your services I'll let you use your hand. The time after that, I'll use my hand on you. The time after that I'll fuck you. After that, if you've earned it, I'll let you fuck me." He pet Micky's hair again, tender. "And of course if that seems unfair to you, you can always reject my offer. I can't very well stop you from touching yourself, can I?"

Micky looked up into Davy's face. He shook his head. "I won't touch myself, Mr. Jones, I want the job."

"That's a good lad," Davy said. He smiled, and kissed Micky again, as though to make sure here were no hard feelings. Micky kissed him back, as though to agree that there weren't, then made the kiss deep and desperate to get as much mental fodder for himself to get off on. Davy knew his motive, indulged it only a moment before he pulled away laughing. "I think I'd like you on your knees today, Dolenz."

Davy watched as Micky got on his knees for him. Micky had to bend his back a bit, had to make himself smaller, and that was a thrill, that he had to work a little to suck him off. Micky undid his belt for him and slid it from its loops. He set it aside on the ground, unzipped Davy's pants and slipped his hard cock through the fly of his boxers. Micky licked his lips, wanting, then looked up at Davy and asked, "Can I sit, instead?"

Davy looked at him curiously, almost granting the request automatically, for Micky's comfort. But then he saw the way Micky's body was moving slightly. He took a step back and watched the minute thrusts of Micky's hips, not particularly hard if he were all the way up on his knees, but harder, with his ass to his heels and his back stooped a bit. Davy stroked himself, looking down at Micky and watching him mindlessly needfully, try to get off with the tiny, pathetic thrusts. "You want to hump the air, don't you, Dolenz?" he asked, "Like a dog?"

Micky let out a little moan. He nodded.

"Use your words," Davy said, stroking himself faster, his breath hitching, "Say it."

"Mr. Jones, can I, can I please sit down? I want to hump the air."

"Like?"

"Like a dog." He was panting like a dog, too, breathing hard. His cock was red, thick, leaking, twitching, already a mess from how badly he wanted to come.

"Yes," Davy said, and it was a yes for himself, his own pleasure in it, as much as it was agreeing. "Of course, Dolenz, make yourself comfortable."

Micky did. He sat down, letting his legs stretch between Davy's, and leaned back against the bed instead of bending to take Davy into his mouth, so he'd be able to get his back into his thrust.

That was a bit selfish, Davy thought, but he allowed it, and moved himself into position to fuck Micky's mouth. And since it was for him, and since he'd been so kind as to allow Micky comfort, he decided to take what he pleased. He grabbed Micky's hair to hold him in place and fucked his mouth roughly, used it with sharp, strong thrusts. And it was made all the stronger, all the sharper, when Micky did start fucking up into the air, bolstered by how wonderfully, absolutely desperate for him Micky was. Always was, really, even in the times they were together where he wasn't left in such a helpless state like this.

He pushed in all the way and held himself there, silencing Micky on his cock, and said, "I ought to make you stop, if you don't come before I do," breathless, his voice wavering, "Hold your hips down til you go soft, if I finish first." Micky whined around his cock, and oh, that made it worse, didn't it, certainly made him closer as the vibrations went around him. Davy moaned, too, said, "Yes, that's what I'll do."

Micky kept whimpering, moaning, as he pumped desperate at the air. And Davy let him have it alone for a moment, stayed pressed deep inside Micky's mouth, perfectly still to let Micky catch up with him a bit. But he felt the huffs of air fast from Micky's nose, right into his pubic hair, as though Micky were a runner trying to win his first marathon. And he felt those nice, needy whines around his cock. And that was all too good to keep still with, so he started moving again. "I hope you're close, my dear," Davy murmured, the sweetness of his words almost cloying with the torture they were bringing, "I am."

And sure enough, he was, and the next time he stilled it was to come down Micky's throat. And around the instinctive swallows, Micky let out an agonized moan that felt absolutely wonderful. And Micky's eyes screwed shut tight, and Davy knew he was willing it to happen, begging please please please let me come only to his own imagination. It was as Davy stepped back, knelt between Micky's legs so as to hold his hips down, that he managed it, in spurts across his stomach, up his chest. Davy offered some relief, then, gripping his cock and stroking firm to help.

"I knew you had it in you, Dolenz," Davy praised, moving up Micky's body to watch his face closely, still stroking him, until he knew the aftershocks had passed "You still want the job?"

It took a while for Micky to settle enough to talk at all, let alone to get around to an excited affirmative of, "You kidding me? Late nights, weekends, overtime, all the time—"

He came in for a kiss. Davy laughed and pushed his face away, but relented almost immediately after: "I might have a few extra shifts for you to pick up," he agreed, before kissing Micky deeply.

[dream-meister-translations]

DREAM MEISTER & THE RECOLLECTED BLACK FAIRY

FATA MUSICA GUILD STORY #1 

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The Unified Meister Examination... It's a test of academic knowledge taken by every Meister under the World Guild Organization, conducted once a year.

This examination serves as one of the many metrics and criteria taken into consideration when the federation commissions work, as such, the UEM is generally seen as mandatory for all Meisters.

Once again, it would seem that time of the year has come…

EMMA : Next question. What is the name of the beer that can only be found on Yoka Island, the luxurious resort island of the pirate country, Ancyra?

HEATH : Yokayoka Lager!

EMMA : Correct!

KENT : Ah! I'm late to the party!

VELVET : What are you all doing?

EMMA : We were just discussing how to be prepare for the upcoming Unified Meister Examination.

HEATH : We’re killing two birds with one stone.

SUZUKA : Two birds with one stone?

KENT : Yup! Yup! With pub quizzes, you can concentrate on polishing up on your trivia blind spots, while still having fun! It can also serve as a reference for landing roles like The Quiz King or Trivia King, so killing three birds with one stone! It's amazing!

SUZUKA : I highly doubt it can serve as a reference for acting... but well, I see your point… For once…

HEATH : My general knowledge is pretty weak, so I've been taking part in order to improve.

HEATH : Even when I try to hit the book, I still just end up itching to play music instead.

SUZUKA : So, you turned our study into a "lighting round" style quiz.

EMMA : Yeah, I had prepared a hundred questions, and was just about to start asking Heath and Kent.

VELVET : A hundred questions? How very enthusiastic of you.

EMMA : They’re all from exams the federation held in the past. I gathered several years' worth of papers and selected the best ones!

SUZUKA : That must have been quite a hassle, right?

KENT : ...We'll make sure to thank Emma properly later.

HEATH : Of course.

EMMA : We've just finished the first ten questions. Would you guys like to join us?

SUZUKA : Sounds fun, but I'll pass. I have a script to finish.

EMMA : Oh, right. Your schedule was completely booked through to the unified examination.

EMMA : Maybe I should have taken some time to help you out, too…

SUZUKA : No, it's fine. The outline of the script is already coming together, and I usually score above average in the exams. If I keep up the same pace this year, it should be fine. But thanks for your concern.

SUZUKA : Take care of Kent and the others, Emma.

EMMA : I will!

VELVET : Maybe I should join…

HEATH & KENT : Huh?

VELVET : I have some free time anyway. And I really should help Kent study… It would be bothersome if he didn’t score above average this year.

KENT : Oh...!

HEATH : Is that guild policy?

VELVET : No. It's just embarrassing for me and the guild.

KENT : That's a blunt but incredibly hurtful reason!

HEATH : Well then, I'll have to work even harder.

EMMA : Okay, Velvet, here's your buzzer.

VELVET : Thanks.

VELVET : As someone who's supposed to be a genius, I can't afford to show weakness.

VELVET : Come on, both of you. If you can score even one point, I'll praise you.

KENT : Whoa, it feels like you're emitting the aura of the undefeated Quiz King...!

HEATH : Velvet's in serious mode. I need to focus too.

EMMA : Okay, on to the eleventh question!

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After the Unified Meister Examination…

VELVET : 80 points.

HEATH : 58 points.

KENT : 43 points!

SUZUKA : ...Alright.

SUZUKA : 43 points...

KENT : Huh? I have the same score as Suzuka!? I did it!!

VELVET : Suzuka…

SUZUKA : Don't look at me like that. I’m not happy about it either…

SUZUKA : Damn... I didn't expect to be up for three sleepless nights before the exam…

EMMA : (The tone of Velvet’s voice must have really got to him, by the looks of it…)

VELVET : I see. So you’re saying that it is my fault you couldn't get the result you wanted, huh?

SUZUKA : No, it's because of my own inadequacy. I failed.

KENT : Suzuka! Let's aim to get an average score next year! We can prepare for Emma's questions together!

HEATH : So much for becoming the Quiz King, huh?

SUZUKA : ...Damn it!!

EMMA : (He seems really upset about this…)

[redxxstrings]

🍉🥭🥑 for kaia and lilith (plus any others you really want to!)

!!!! AAA my girls!!! thank you!! ;w;

⸻ kaia

🍉 [WATERMELON] what will your oc take to the grave?

anything she heard during her parents' fights. as she was growing up, there was no shortage of them — and some of the things she heard during them (insults, accusations, etc.) have stuck with her ever since. she's not sure if her parents actually know she heard them (or understood them, depending on what age she was), but she doesn't dare bring it up, either to them or to anyone else.

🥭 [MANGO] what colours best represent them and why? does this differ from their favourites?

browns represent her best — both in the sense that brown is a generally muted and non-flashy color, but also because of its deeper meaning. kaia herself doesn't stand out very much, and the color is also associated with books and libraries, which — even if she's not reading as much or as frequently as charlotte — she does generally find comfort in and around. on top of that, brown represents comfort and security and being down-to-earth; one of the few things she prides herself on is being down-to-earth, and she's often been told that there's something very comforting and safe about her.

her favorite color is actually green, though! which isn't too far off from brown since they're both usually paired together anyway lol

🥑 [AVACADO] what will they never back down about, even if it makes them seem bad?

kaia doesn't get stubborn about many things — honestly, she usually prefers to just drop things the moment she's met with pushback, even if that usually ends with her being walked over or her feelings not taken into consideration. but the one thing she will get stubborn about is people's interests and being true to themselves. seeing people stifle themselves — hide parts of their personality; their interests; their likes — always bugs her, and she's always adamant that people should be wholly themselves, completely regardless of what someone else might think. she's very much the "i would rather be hated for who i am than pretend to be someone else" kind of person.

⸻ lilith

🍉 [WATERMELON] what will your oc take to the grave?

hm... i think that she wishes she had a normal family dynamic growing up — or, at the very least, that her dad was more present in her life after her mom died. she knows it's not something that can be changed — and that, if it did change, she'd be an entirely different person — but... every now and then, she'll see a whole, happy family in passing and she'll feel the tiniest bit of envy. the what ifs come and go more frequently than she'd like to admit; so, she simply never will.

🥭 [MANGO] what colours best represent them and why? does this differ from their favourites?

REDS FOR SURE. red represents passion and fire and intensity and those are exactly the words you would use to describe lilith. she doesn't shy away from anyone regardless of who they are; she speaks her mind and doesn't shy away from calling people out when they deserve it; and she doesn't bend to anyone. ever.

but also, in a less serious association: vampires. because she lowkey looks and dresses like one lmao

red is actually one of her favorite colors! so not technically. her all time favorite is black, to absolutely no one's surprise.

🥑 [AVACADO] what will they never back down about, even if it makes them seem bad?

lilith will defend the people she cares about until her absolute dying breath. she hates people who use their power over others to mistreat them more than anything, so if she ever sees / hears about someone treating one of her friends like that? hell truly hath no fury as her. she doesn't back down until said person either apologizes or until she feels she's done enough — which has... gotten her into some hot water every now and then.

she doesn't ever regret it, though.

[the-fiction-witch]

12th Little Murderer

Media IRL

Character Isaac Hempstead Wright

Couple Isaac X Reader

Rating Sweet + Spooky

Halloween Day 12

I sat pondering over my book when I heard the door so I glanced up and immediately was taken back before I remembered. As y/n stood slipping off her large green coat revealing her white dress covered in blood.

"Hi Isaac" she smiled heading into the small bathroom under the stairs 

"Hi y/n" I smiled "how'd it go?" 

"Fine second lady was a real bitch she would not stop biting" she explained as she took off her shoes working sitting on her little chair to work at removing the nine pairs of socks she wore in order to pad out her feet to fit the shoes three sizes too big for her 

"Oh she didn't hurt you did she?" 

"No no, it was no trouble" she explained throwing the socks and shoes in he washer, she peeled off the dress and threw that in too with a big cup of gel, 

"That stuff really is good for blood stains"

"I know they should put it on their packaging more murderers would buy it, always need a good blood cleaner." She explained removing the padding from her oversized bra slipping it off too and putting in n her usual bra which was considerably smaller, and her usual little blue dress. She wiped off her intense contour and set her wig in its stand, She threw her knives and other such bits and bobs into her little sink filled with bleach and shut the door to the room up coming and sitting beside me on the sofa giving my cheek a kiss.

"I missed you"

"Awww I missed you too y/n you know I always worry about you when you go out on a job,"

"Why?"

"Something bad could happen, you could get arrested, you could get stabbed, shot, kidnapped. You work a dangerous job Hun I just worry about you is all"

"Awww Isaac that's so cute, I worry about you too you know anything could happen at home while I'm gone. But its just work remember it's fine perfectly safe"

"Y/n your w contract killer for MI6 There's alot to be concerned about"

"Well they your best not to worry anything does happen I'll be fine getting out of it"

"I know you will, my little murderer" I smiled giving her head a kiss as we cuddled 

[mukuharakazui]

goodness gracious mama mia

[jojo-daydreams]

12. "Who did this? Who hurt you?" from the angst prompt list with creepy boi Kira?? (I read the tags, and if u don't feel comfortable with him, maybe Diavolo!)

i mean i’ll write kira but im gonna be thinking about his Mona Lisa monologue the whole time !!! that episode haunts me !!!!!!

this turned out a little more Tense than i’d intended/expected,,, but I hope you like it !! ^o^

12 - “Who did this? Who hurt you?”

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“I asked you what happened.”

You flinch at Kira’s tone, instinctively trying to withdraw your hand from his grasp. Wrong move.

Kira gripped your wrist even tighter, preventing you from moving the hand at all, so tight it was starting to hurt. You wince, staring down at the table instead of meeting Kira’s gaze, though you could feel his eyes on you.

Voice meek, you manage to stutter out another apology, “I-I’m sorry Kira, it was an accident. They… I didn’t mean for anything bad to happen…. Please, I was being careful… y-you’re hurting me.”

Kira flexes his grip on your hand at your excuses, breathing heavy as he looks back down at your hand.

Your right hand was bruised and swollen, your fingers felt stiff and sore. You’d been helping a friend move into their new apartment, but while you were helping move the desk up the stairs, you’d accidentally crushed your hand. It was nothing so serious that you needed to go to the hospital, but it hurt like a bitch and looked twice as bad, despite your desperate attempts to ice and soothe it all afternoon before Kira returned home.

When he got home today he’d been in a particularly good mood too, walking in the door humming the tune to a popular song, greeting you with an almost cheerful tone, a far cry from his usual subdued entrance. That had all quickly faded away when he walked into the kitchen to see you sitting at the table, hand in a bowl of ice water, face pale and eyes watering as you grew more and more nervous.

“They? Who is they? Who did this? Who hurt you?” Kira hissed, jerking your wrist, all but clutching the wounded hand to his chest, like it was him who owned your hand and not you.

You’re shaking now, not wanting to direct his anger at your friend, but unable to bear it yourself.

“It was an old friend, that’s all. I was helping her move. It was my fault. I’ll heal just fine, in a few days. In a few day’s it’ll be like it never happened.” Your voice sounds pathetic to your ears, but you meet his gaze, trying to soothe your fried nerves internally as best you could.

Kira stares down at you, meeting your gaze without wavering in the slightest. His eyes are so dark you can’t see where his pupils stop and his irises begin.

Finally, he looks away, glancing out the kitchen window for a moment before looking back down at you, his face much calmer now.

“You were just helping her. Of course. It was an accident. Of course.” He smiles, his tone neutral, then tilts his head down, looking at your hand, which he moves now to cradle in both of his larger hands.

“We’ll fix this right up, and you’ll be right as rain my darling.” His eyes don’t move from your injured hand as he leans down to press a soft kiss to the bruised knuckles, drawing a sharp gasp from you, equal parts pain and surprise. You never know how he’s going to act. He was usually calm, almost always keeping his cool. But the strangest things set him off, and seeing you hurt was one of them.

You offer him a tentative smile now, feeling like the worst of his anger was behind you.

“Thank you my love, I know you will always take care of me.”

Kira returns your smile, though it looks more like an empty reflection of yours than a genuine smile of his own.

“Nothing brings me greater joy, dearest.”

[bitchlessdino]

guilty pleasure pt.2

Pairing: Jihoon x f!reader x Mingyu

Genre: smut, some plot

Word count: 3.3k

Tags: mingyu and reader pov, siatuationship!mingyu awkward moments, producer!woozi, dumb banter, subby gyu, ma'am, choking (giving)

Summary: You know what’s shittier than liking someone taken? Liking someone taken by your best friend.

author note: im so tired yall, why does life get so busy like this? Anyways hello! I'm glad you guys are enjoying the series so fair. Im unsure how many chapters there will be but expect more as we move along w the plot. And sound off any thoughts you may have.

Chapter list

Mingyu couldn’t get enough of you. You hardly gave him the time of day the first time he laid his eyes on you, but the chase was absolutely worth it. Adorned with that tight outfit, hugging your body like a second skin, you were all he thought about that night. He was lucky enough to have met you through your mutual friend group, but unlike every other friendly face, you didn’t even show the slightest interest.

Mingyu got what he wanted most of the time and was well aware of the fact, so he was taken aback by your aloofness and failure to recognize the effect he had on every other man, woman, or nonbinary person that night. When he reaches over to graze your hand to retrieve his drink purposely, you pull away. When he tries to lean in close to talk to you over the loud music, you ask the friend next to you to translate. 

You really made it your life’s mission to ignore him at every given opportunity. He then realized his goal tonight was not to get you to sleep with him, but instead, he had hoped to achieve your respect.

“Hey.”

You glaze over him like you did every time he called out to you. “What’s up?”

“You like music? Like good music.”

You furrow your brows, “What’s good music to you?”

“None of this over-produced, over-remixed, club shit. Some good fucking music.”

Your interest was slightly piqued the first time that night, slipping the remaining contents of your watered-down drink. “I guess.”

“This probably might raise some interest for you then. I actually have an interesting collection back in my place–”

“Wow.” You exclaim in feigned disbelief. “That’s all you got? You think you can just win me over with some self-produced music that’s probably shit?”

“Yeah, but,” his lips slightly ghost over your ear, “aren’t you the slightest bit of interest in finding out if it’s actual shit like you think it is?”

You scoff. “No. Should I be?”

He shrugs, glad to finally get that smile’s first appearance. “The worst that could happen it sucks. And if it does, I’ll grant you access to kick me in the balls.”

You guffaw at his offer, almost spitting up your drink. You set it down at the high table, luckily finished, and turn to give Mingyu something that gave him a glimmer bit of hope. “You really can’t stop thinking about me, can you?”

A very flirty way to ask, ‘Are you really that desperate to get my pants?’ Things were heading in the right direction finally.

“Maybe I just know you’d appreciate some good music.”

Whatever he did seem to have worked enough to convince you to follow him back to his place. You sit back on the well-worn couch and wait for the man of the hour to come back with a laptop you assumed was his and a set of Bluetooth earbuds to share. You peer over at the screen as he handed you the right piece and you notice the unfamiliar name. 

“I thought your name was Mingyu. Who’s Woozi?”

The taller man chuckles, putting the left ear in and seats beside you. “Just about the most talented person I know.”

“Your friend? What are you, his publicist? You get girls to come back to your place and get them into his music as a marketing ploy?”

He laughs, “No, but that is a pretty ingenious method of getting people to listen. I’ll take that idea into consideration.”

He makes sure your earbud is in place, lingering in your personal bubble momentarily. He taps the space bar to play the track. When the studio plays out, you are immediately drawn in by the smooth and alluring introduction. A man’s voice plays in the background, somewhat soft yet powerful. It's addicting how he hit several notes effortlessly while singing about what you could only assume to be sex. It was actually listenable.

“Not bad, good even.” You turn to him with a grin, a corner of the lip slightly higher than the other. “Your balls are safe for tonight.”

He chuckles, drawing attention to the attractive canines that completed his smile. 

“Wasn’t even worried for a second.” So he says, one hand cupping over his crotch. 

You cover your mouth the suppress the little giggle from escaping you and then you lock contact with his pretty brown eyes. Perhaps it wa steh fact you were listening to music for with him and without notice for around 10 minutes or so, but time felt still and this “Mingyu” felt alright. 

You managed to avoid him all night under the concern of waking up in some random guy's bed, but maybe this time it wouldn't be so bad, at least not with him. He didn’t seem like such a bad guy, despite the fact he's been trying to get your attention all night. You could do worse.

When you first kiss that night, you made the first move against your better judgment, immediately melting in the plush feeling of his lips. When Mingyu pulls away, the sensation of his fleeting lips lingered against yours. You see how he places a finger on them and scoffs in disbelief. “I thought you weren’t the type to fall for this kind of stuff.”

“So you admit it was a way of picking me up,” you point out.

“…I have no smart response for that.”

“Then just follow through with your plan.”

You reunite with his lips, hand settling with his chest. Shifting more comfortably, his hands naturally found the shape of your waist. The music still plays in your ears, having you both making out to the beat of electric guitar. You feel his smile, his hair pushing a lose strand of yours away and his gripps get tighter as his lips moved loser.

Having sex to music wasn’t anything rare for you, but the intimacy of the two of you being the only ones able to listen to Woozi playing was admittedly arousing on a different level.

Mingyu with his gorgeously aesthetic body and limitless stamina fortunately did not disappoint you that night. His hands wrapped around your body felt like pure heat and animal instinct. He rocks himself into your core with no hesitation and you reciprocate with the reward of hearing his name from your lips. 

His growls resonate in your ears despite the music, embracing you from behind. His lips aggressive and hungry engorges the skin of your neck, hips thrusting deep and hard into your bottom. He feels right, he feels comfortable, and some reason pliable, like he’d do anything you would’ve wanted that night.

When both climaxes came, yours before his which was always a good sign, he offers you to stay the night. Reluctantly, you accept his offer, giving him a gracious smile, covering the bits and pieces of yourself for most of the rest of that night. Mingyu couldn’t help but smile, feeling beyond the sense of pride or relief that he usually got with the accompanionship of a stranger Tonight he couldn't help but feel something he couldn’t exactly put his finger on. Joy, perhaps.

“Would you want to do this again?” He asks, hope settling in the pit of his stomach.

“We literally met today,” You rest your head on a propped up arm, “Plus you don’t seem like the type to get into anything deeper than hookups.”

He sighs, slightly offended by your answer but decidedly responds in a way without revealing so, “We can just to get to know each other. Nothing serious. If that’s how you want things to be.”

You eyes daze over his naked body, glistening in his perspiration, chest heaving in anticipation, and that puppy dog look in his eyes that you couldn’t help but get momentarily lost it. You were always a dog person. You feel it for the first time in body, entrapped in the boyish charm that you missed out on initially.

“We’ll see in the morning, hmm? I can’t really think clearly right now,” you vulnerably confess.

A smile bridged his face, arms wrapping and tucking you inside his embrace. You take advantage of his advances and lay your head in his chest between his firm pectoral muscles, where it was admittedly homey and familiar. You could get used to this if you tried.

You were happy to drift off to sleep and wake up in those same arms the next morning. MIngyu seemed to sleep contently snuggling with you, but you worried whether the numbness appeared in those elephant trunk arms of his. You try gently prying him off, seeking refuge in that bathroom and finding yourself successful. Picking up whatever clothing you had on the ground and quickly covering yourself in it.

You escape the room with ease and turn into the common area where you lock eyes with a new character enjoying cereal by himself on the kitchen counter. He seemed quite solemn about your appearance and makes little to no effort to acknowledge you as you do to him initially since you beeline straight to the restroom. That couldn’t have been more awkward, you thought.

Having quickly freshen yourself up, you meet eyes with the stranger once again and instead of retreating to Mingyu’s room, you join him with a friendly smile. ”Hi…”

“Hey,” he greets still munching on what looks to be captain crunch, “Did you want some?”

“No, no. I’m good. I just thought it’d be rude to not say anything.”

“Cool.”

He’s not much of a talker, you realize, but end up taking the stool chair on the opposite end anyway, seeing as you’ve made it this far. “I’m guessing Mingyu’s done this a lot. You’re not surprised to see me.”

“Yeah…Your sex lives. I dont judge.”

You nod, grinning a smile that says, ‘well alright then.’

“Just in case I see you on the street or something, I’m Y/n.” God, please stop.

He nods. “Jihoon. His roommate.”

Your eyes grows twice his size. “Roommate, god that would’ve been some good information before i decided to stay over,”

He shrugs. “I’m used to it.”

“Well, if I can help it, I’ll try getting him out of the house or something.”

“You will?” He pauses.

“...Yeah. We’’re thinking of seeing each other.”

“...Hmm. Okay. That’s new.”

His tone comes off slightly dubious but not enough for it to come off offensive, you let the matter go. The tension breaks when the man of the hour leaves his bedroom in a lone pair of boxers, coming up to embrace you from behind. His lips nip at your ear and you can’t help but feel self-conscious of the other person there. His voices makes the hair on your shoulders stands as he whispers, “Morning gorgeous. Missed you in bed.”

“Thanks. Just ignore that I’m here, Gyu.”

Mingyu’s tone perks into something more peppy for his rather stoic roommate, grinning from ear to ear. “Jihoon! When did you come home?”

He didn’t seem the slightest bit bothered by the possibility of giving his roommate a free show, and you feel just a bit pity for the man. 

“I don’t know. One, two am? Reminds me I need to buy some travel noise cancelling headphones.”

The man, noticeably shorter than Mingyu, trods off to his room and leaving you and your nightly partner alone. That day marks the first of many awkward small talks and empty silences with Jihoon, a man of what you find to be of many surprises. One of the next few times you woke up in Mingyu’s bed, you greeted his roommate once again, seeing as he’s working something on the designated ‘Woozi’ labeled computer you remember Mingyu using the first time you came over and bring it up to his attention.

“You aren’t perhaps, the Woozi, are you?”

“...I am? You heard of me?”

You smile at him, finally something to pique some of his interest. “Mingyu showed me some of your stuff the first time we met.”

“Oh. sorry.”

Your eyes blow open, “No, no. Your stuff is really good. Lucky too, MIngyu would’ve gotten his balls knocked back into him if it wasn’t.”

You try holding back most of your laughter but fail and Jihoon joins you, sporting quite the attractive smile. “Honestly, sucks to miss out on that. It’d be funny to see Mingyu struck out for once. Literally.”

“Wow, you’re mean,” You comment back laughing.

“You’re the one that wanted to go through with it,” he retorts, a grin wide and apparent.

“I didn’t think the music would actually be bad, and if it was, I still wouldn’t!”

“Right…”

You were both laughing about five minutes before Mingyu joined the both of you, wondering what he’s missed and eventually there was this natural interaction between the all of you. It almost became routine. Mingyu and you had sex as often as possible with the days and time you had available and that meant you saw Jihoon as often as expected. It was like clock work how your dynamic became how it is. And if you were bing honest, You were as comfortable with Jihoon as you were Mingyu, if not more.

“I’m starting to think you use our bed creaking or voices in your songs without our permission,” You instigate one day. 

Jihoon snorts. “In what god’s name makes you believe that?”

“I see you almost all the time. It’s like you’re always here. Not that I’d mind though.”

You’re sitting next to him this time in Mingyu’s obnoxiously big t-shirt, sharing a brew of coffee that Jihoon decided to make for the day while he’s writing in that music journal of his. He looks at you unpleasantly, playfully offended by the accusation pointed toward him. 

“...Well, I’m not. That’s be perverse. Not that I need to defend myself, but I’m not.”

“Okay, then,” you tease.

“It may be hard to believe, but I have a life outside the both of you, you know.”

“You’re right, I don’t believe you.” You knock into his shoulder, giggling, only to see him roll his eyes back at you.

Jihoon is silently for a short time, and that silence falls in the between the lines of awkward again once he fakes a random cough. You hum back at him, sipping your coffee and wait for him to give a response. Instead, he lingers a little too long into his thoughts before he settles into a simple, “Fine…Believe what you want to believe.”

He’s quiet for the rest of that time before Mingyu finally joins us and you start to miss talking to him. Since that day those interactions started to die out, and you’ve wondered why. His conversations with you are alot more cut and less detailed. It hurt to be honest. Jihoon was refreshing and gave you insight that MIngyu couldn’t provide. Then again, Mingyu wasn’t awful company.

“God, you’re so big…”

You ride MIngyu’s hips like you were aiming for the blue ribbon. That confident side smile stretches over his cheeks feeling you clench around him marvelously. His hands find home on your breasts, feeling their soft and perfect they were in his grasps. You’d moan against his jaw, pressing kisses over his skin, making him shudder. 

“Fuck yes.” His hands travel down to your hips, guiding you to which suit him best, and you feel the jerk of his cock pump into you. 

You mewl over his intiative and run your lip messily over his. He clutches your frame with much desperation and moans in your mouth as you suck on his tongue. Your hands run through his bed hair, whining to the clap of your butt cheeks when Mingyu decides to get ‘playful.’ That’s when you try out one of the things you’ve discussed in the past. Your index and thumb presses on either side of his neck, squeezing just slightly and Mingyu just lets out a single breath.

“Mm…” he only says.

You had came enough times tonight and finally it felt like it was MIngyu’s turn to get fucked stupid. You had no complaints for teh arrangement you had with him so far. You squeeze on the base of his neck a little tighter along with another set of something clenching around him. “Yeah? You like that?”

“Mmh, yes…”

Your hips buckle faster, mouth ajar anticpatingly, the voice that leaves you sounding domineering as possible, “Yes, what?”

With a smile laced was ecstasy on his face, he answers. “Yes ma’am…”

“What a good boy. Should I let you cum, baby?”

He nods, aching to get that bit of breath from the small opening you’re allowing oxygen through.

“What have I told you about talking…I want to hear you, Gyu. Tell me how much you want to cum.”

“Please,” he says without a beat in between, “I want to come so bad…please…ma’am.”

You audibly moan, feeling his hips fuck in you faster, only fueling you more. “Yes, baby. Cum for me. You can cum.”

Your hand still around his neck, his eyes rolls back, his neck giving out and falling to his bedframe as the heat of his load vilolent spurts into his latex encased cock, weakly jerking back into you. His hand catches the back of your head and hold against the crook of his neck. You chuckle in the skin of his neck, running your lips over it.

“You’re amazing,” he finally says when let go of the chokehold.

You kiss him as thanks, smiling at him with dopamine still running through your body. “I’m going to the restroom. I’ll be right back.”

He nods, chastely kissing you back before letting you go. You hastily threw another shirt on, but don’t bother to get underwear. Leaving him a small smile, you close Mingyu’s door behind you and strut to the bathroom door where its starts opening on the other end. 

Startled, Jihoon faces parallel to you with wet strands of hair dripping down to his broad exposed shoulders. His tone arms were no surprise as you’ve seen (not stared) from the sleeveless muscle tees he occasionally sports. The tiny waist and sculpted torso, however, was more than enough to get that sex high to return.

Your eyes linger on each other for some time. His gaze scans you from top to bottom, your legs only being the thing to be apparent from your otherwise covered body, before he meets your eyes solemnly, lacking much of a reactive response. “Mind moving?”

“S-sorry, “ You step aside to take in his appearance. 

Only in a pair of gym shorts, Jihoon steps out of the bathroom, clutching a familiar article of clothing in his hand. “Isn’t that the shirt I borrowed?”

The tips of his ear turn noticeable pink, and a deafening silence resonates before he finally decides to respond. “Yeah, I took it with me thinking it was a clean shirt. I was gonna throw it in the wash.”

He clutches it harder in his grip for you to make out what looks like a dark wet stain. “Huh, okay. Thanks about that again by the way.”

“Yeah. bye.”

He trods off again but offers you a show without meaning to. With his incredibly delicious upper body down to the round thick ass to follow, you grew increasingly aware of the moisture between your legs. You were no better than any man.

You close the bathroom door discreetly behind you, images of Jihoon’s taken aback expression (which happened to be a normal amount of endearing) before showing off one of the godliest bodies you’ve ever seen on a human being. You swallow your own drool, hands creeping down to the arousal seeping out of your already lubed-up cunt, regretting not wearing that underwear now.

“What the fuck was that?”

[pumpkinbirth]

Guh, clothing birth is my bread and butter, and you write it so well.

More please? 👉👈

Maybe a nurse delivering her patients baby while also in labor herself, guiding her patients baby out while grunting as her own slips out into her scrubs?

"I know, I know you feel like you need to push but you need to trust me, alright? You'll be glad you waited, I promise." I repeated for what felt like the tenth time, only earning the same impatient glare from over my patient's contracting belly.

"That's easy for you to say, you have no idea what this feels like!"

Oh you have no fucking idea, I wanted to say, but held my tongue. That was what made this situation extra frustrating, knowing that I was currently almost as deep into labor as she was, but I had to put myself on the backburner.

"Can you please check me again, I really think I should be pushing by now!" Her whining brought me out of my thoughts, and I quietly obliged her. To her credit she was almost right, having dilated a whole centimeter more than when I'd checked her last, bringing her to a 9. Before I could inform her, though, I winced as a contraction of my own wracked my belly, and my fingers involuntarily curled inside of her. "C-careful! What're you--"

"Just, mnh, just being thorough, that's all," I managed, trying not to make my panting breaths obvious. "Let this next contraction pass, and then w-you can try pushing." Luckily she didn't notice my near slip of the tongue, too pleased with what I'd had to say.

"Fina-ahhHHUUHhh!" she started, but that pesky next contraction had already taken hold, and my body saw fit to follow her example. Under the guise of coaching her through it, I successfully breathed my way through my contraction, lamenting that I couldn't check myself like I could for her.

"Alright, are you comfortable in your current position? Once you start pushing it might be difficult to change it," I advised, pulling up my rolling stool so I could sit comfortably between her spread legs. My patient simply nodded, her earlier attitude and bravado wavering in the face of the final stage of her (our) labor.

Grunting softly, I moved my legs apart a bit, making room for my belly, which hung considerably lower than it had just this morning. Running a hand over it, I silently begged for my baby to wait just a bit, just until I was finished here. A soft moan brought my attention back to her, and I put all my focus back onto helping her.

"Alright, remember small pushes to start, otherwise you might tear. I'll keep breathing with you to help." She nodded, hands whiteknuckling the handles at the sides of the hospital bed.

It'll help me just as much as it helps you, I thought, preparing myself to guide her.

---

"U-uuuhhnn...!!" With a deep groan she rest her head back against the pillows, her face sweaty and flushed. She'd been stuck at a crown for several contractions, and her exhaustion was starting to really show.

"You're doing great, I think just a few more pushes and you'll have your baby!" I encouraged, trying not to think about just how close I was to having mine as well. Over the course of the last few hours, my baby made it clear that it was not planning to wait, and it seemed like my body had synced up with hers. When she pushed, I pushed, and my only saving graces were that her moans and yelps drowned out my quiet groans, and that I wasn't progressing quite as fast as her.

Regardless, I could feel how low my baby rested in my cervix, and knew it was just a matter of time before--

"F-fuck, there's pressure..!! Please, just pull it ou-UUUGHH!" she wailed, already bearing down hard.

"You'll be fine, you've got this all on your own, I promise. Just breathe through it, meet that pre-ah-ssure and push!" My voice nearly cracked with my own contraction, and as I coached her through it I did my best to keep a neutral face as I felt the white hot stretch of my baby crowning, shivering as I felt the bottoms of my scrubs dampen with the gush of my waters it brought with it.

Before I could get lost in the sensation, I refocused on my patient, who had finally managed to birth one of her baby's shoulders. With a little assistance I helped the baby to rotate just enough for its other shoulder to ease out, and it's mother let out a relieved moan as I helped to guide the rest of it's body out of her.

I carefully passed the baby to his mother, then made some halfhearted excuse to leave the room. She hardly noticed as I slipped into the adjacent private bathroom, barely managing to latch the door behind me.

At last I was free to bear down, knowing I didn't even have time to remove my wet scrubs. Instead I braced against the wall, grunting as loudly as I needed to as I felt myself successfully birthing the shoulders. With the next couple pushes, my scrub pants sagged as my impatient baby fully slid out into them, and I finally carefully extricated it and myself out of the ruined clothes.

"I really hadn't planned on double duty, you know." I chided my baby quietly, a tired grin on my face.

[cebwrites]

Hi Cev! I'd like to put in a request if that's okay with you. Hear me out? What if some of our fav dilfs (Mihawk, Croco & Smoker) actually had a daughter? And what if one day they got into disagreement with their daughter that escalates, their daughter screams "I hate you," and storms away.

hiii anon~ i left smomo out because i couldn’t really think of anything for him ;w; frankly i don’t see him or crocodile as a father figure either despite their dilf status, smoker in my mind is an uncle at best but i did think of an exception for for you in regards to croco-boy ^^

mihawk is 100% a dad though, perona and zoro were dropped at his doorstep and he was the dad that stepped UP 💕

reacting to their kid saying “I hate you”

gen, familial word count: 0.8k

Crocodile

Like I said, I don't see Crocodile as a particularly parental kind of person - having the capacity to care, however briefly, for another being? Sure, we saw that in the cover story with the sweet lil pug. Children are a different thing entirely, though, so I'd probably wager that they're off the table, as he is now

There was also one where he let baby birds use him as a sand bath, so considering that and his use of bananawani and F-wani, it feels safe to say that Crocodile prefers the company of animals far more than people in general

(He's not the 'big family' type like Doffy appears to be, and considering how warped things on the inside with the Donquixote pirates are, Crocodile finds this idea of a quaint little 'family' dynamic even less appealing even though I am a sucker for Baroque found family shenanigans)

That said, I can imagine something along those lines happening with Marianne, ie Miss Goldenweek; it's possibly something she mutters under her breath over the phone before she hangs up, something frustrates her and it just slips out - less "I hate you," and more "I hate it here,"

It's an action that should warrant discipline, a show of disobedience, or really something Mr. 0 should be above entirely because it's the huff and puff of a child who he has no personal attachment to and doesn't even know his face

Yet it nags at him, to a startling degree once he sits back for a minute to gather himself - why the hell is this brat's emotional state any cause for his concern?

There's something to be said about how this is a kid wrapped up in a scheme far bigger than she is, trying to eek out a little bit of security in this world, and how Marianne's experiences may or may not mirror a younger reptile having his hopes dashed against the rocks and needing to adapt to survive, no matter what the cost

But Crocodile isn't saying those things, he's not paying them any mind and locking them away in a cell in the dark recesses of his mind where any other flickers of vulnerability go to die the moment it even comes into consideration

Still, he grants Miss Goldenweek a little more lenience for a while

While Mr. 3 toils away at whatever given task, she's been ordered for a strict vacation leave, no if-and-or-buts about it

Marianne isn't quite receptive to the idea at first, angry at their boss viewing her as weak and needing to be coddled, but with a little reassurance from Zala that this is the closest thing Mr. Zero will show to actual care for his agents, she eventually warms up to the notion

Mihawk

Hawkeye is a much more cut and dry situation because parenting isn't out of the realm of possibility with him - whether it's poor protection in his youth or something he willingly takes up with a partner now, he isn't as adverse to kids as ol' Croco-boy up there

Mihawk is calm and collected throughout the entire exchange, if not a bit unenthusiastic, even as the light of his life, his little sunshine, the child he raised from birth turns beet red from anger and frustration

He’s taken aback by such a statement enough to lower his newspaper, but by the time Mihawk looks up they’re already gone

Perona floats disapprovingly over head, not saying a world but not looking at him - he’s faced away from the conversation as well, but Hawkeye can feel Zoro keeping his thoughts to himself a little aways in the foyer, too

Mihawk may be the most emotionally intelligent in comparison to his peers by a longshot, but it is also in comparison; he does still have his own gaps in judgement like every other parent out there

He’d come to their room later on after they’ve had some time to cool down with a plate of fruit or perhaps their favorite snack (home made, of course), coming in to kneel by their bedsit or leaving the plate by their door if they still yelled at him to get lost

At whatever point, he’d sit them down and have a mature conversation with them, no matter their age and apologize for his dismissive attitude earlier, for not hearing them out properly

Mihawk doesn’t believe in going to bed angry with his loved ones - as in, of course everyone’s allowed to be a little sour or irate, especially if feelings have been hurt, but he does make it a point to let them know that he still cares about them no matter what, and that he’ll try better in the future to curb old habits

Ideally he’d talk it out with them over the course of the evening and come to a solid decision or compromise, but if it’s a case where they’re still upset even after that, he allows them their space; at the same time letting them know that he loves them and if they never needed help, all they’d have to do is call and papa would be right there

[senjuushi]

Noble Musketeer Story: Kentucky

Episode 1: Master’s Faithful Dog

Chassepot: .........

Tabatiere: Chassepot... are you okay? If your headache gets too bad, you should go to the sickbay...

Chassepot: Shut up. If you’re worried about me, stop talking. You know that’s the best medicine.

Kyoudou: Good morning. Is everyone here? Today, I’ll be introducing the three new members of the Musketeer Special Class. 

Kyoudou: Pennsylvania, Kentucky, and Springfield! Now, if each of you would say hello...

Kentucky: AH—! MASTER!!!

Kentucky: You’re our Master, aren’cha!? Could it be that ya’ came here to see us!?

Master: 

It is your first day, after all. 

I was curious. 

Kentucky: ...ghhh!! Thank you for your consideration! I’m super moved!!

Kentucky: Seriously, you were a huge help back in America! Thanks super much for making me your Musketeer!! 

Kentucky: Let’s get along from now ooon!!!

Springfield: ...nice to meet you all...

Pennsylvania: Haah... same from me. 

Marks & Like Two: .........

Chassepot & Tabatiere: .........

Chassepot: What are you... shouting like that out of nowhere...! My head feels like it’s splitting open!! 

Chassepot: How about you show a little consideration for the person suffering from a headache!? 

Kentucky: Haah? Kinda self-important there. I greeted Master, that’s it. If you’ve got such a headache, shaddap and go to bed, mole-face! 

Chassepot: Wh-What did you say!? I boast one of the highest performance levels among the Antique guns— how dare you speak to me like that...!?

Chassepot: This just proves how unpleasantly rustic you militia guns are. You’d be a terrible influence on (Player Name). Get out of our sights already!

Kentucky: What was that...!? 

Tabatiere: C-Come on, now. Calm down, Chassepot!

Pennsylvania: Kentucky, you need to calm down too...! 

Kentucky: Shaddap! Pipe down in the outfield! I’m talkin’ to him right now! 

Kentucky: Hey, your name is Chassepot, right? You made fun of the militia, didn’t ya’? The Kentucky Regiment is my burning-hot soul!

Kentucky: You wanna duel here and now? In the name of the Kentucky Regiment, my sniping skills won’t back down. You wanna get a hole shot between your eyes? Huh!?

Chassepot: Hmph, do you really think I’ll be taken in by such a heavy-handed provocation? It’s hardly worth my effort. 

Kentucky: Sayin’ that shit, you’re just scared of losin’ to me, huh? C’mon, c’mon! Come at me! 

Tabatiere: Haah... If this gets going, there’ll be no stopping them... 

Pennsylvania: Yeah... 

Master:

Cut it out, you two!

Chassepot: Master!? But he was...! 

Kentucky: Yessir! I’ll apologize right away!! 

Chassepot: ...!? 

Kentucky: Since today’s my first day here, I thought I should greet Master and say thanks for everything they’ve done so far, but I wound up going overboard...

Kentucky: I was rude! So I’m sorry, seriously sorry!! 

Chassepot: W-Well, if you’re going to apologize so thoroughly, I suppose I can forgive you... 

Kentucky: Huh? What kinda weird idea are you getting? I ain’t apologizing to you, shitty mole-face. 

Chassepot: What!? But you just...! 

Kentucky: I apologized for gettin’ so angry in front of Master. I’m not forgivin’ you so easily! 

Chassepot: You bastard...!! 

Tabatiere: No good, huh...

Pennsylvania: Those two... are troublesome. 

Springfield: .........

[halcyon-wings]

pjsekai writing,,.. rare species lol. could i req tsukasa w an s/o that can't handle/keep up w high-energy things (unfortunately including phoenix wonderland)? i'll probably ask a lot more often (<-simp) so... -🎧? is that what frequent anons do im new

tsukasa with a non-high-energy s/o !!

nonnie its perfectly fine i get it im not that high-energy either……. wxs my beloved i adore each and every member but if they actively tried to do their usual things around me i would spontaneously combust into flames 👍 wise words do not trust wxs there is a good chance these clowns /aff are also part-time scary as hell

features a gn!reader and the unfortunate chaos leader, tsukasa /lh

<3 honestly? he’s not that surprised at all.

<3 like tsukasa loves performing and being a star and hanging out with the other wandasho members but it’s so tiring :’)

<3 you don’t have to come to shows, he won’t force you to at all! if you ever wanna watch any, he makes sure saki or touya record his performances so the two of you can watch it later :D

<3 despite seeming to be super energetic compared to the rest of the pjsekai boys, he’s actually pretty chill. won’t drag you anywhere unless he knows you’d be comfortable with it, plus he isn’t as… slightly concerning as rui or emu.

<3 have you ever tried making a pillow fort with him? if not, you totally should! one of tsukasa’s greatest skills (as he likes to brag) is being able to make the best pillow forts of all time. you think he’s exaggerating a bit, but then he shows you the pillow fort he made for the two of you and— and it has somehow, god KNOWS how, become so intricate and comfortable that it has taken up the entire living room (and maybe parts of the kitchen).

<3 “i figured we needed a little bit of time for us to relax, y’know?” tsukasa offers up a sheepish smile. “i did get a bit… carried away, to be honest, but now you and i can spend the rest of the day as comfortable as possible.”

<3 of course, being the considerate and thoughtful boyfriend he is, there’s a few books for the two of you to read together and a bunch of pillows and comforters.

<3 have i mentioned how much he loves hearing you read, by the way? he loves how natural it sounds, how well the words flow together whenever you say them. it’s calming and… peaceful. it’s rare for him to feel so serene, but he doesn’t mind it a bit, especially with you around.

<3 as he rests his head in the crook of your shoulder while you read, his eyes become heavier. one of his arms is wrapped around your waist and he clasps your hand, rubbing your hand a bit before he finally drifts off to sleep.

<3 it’s the little things he likes the most.

[songmingisthighs]

[4.11] mafia!wooyoung × reader

⇀ you thought he didn't care, he was sure he doesn't, he had said it so himself to you. that was, until he almost lost the chance of being able to care for you.

⇁ tw : running away, mafia life (criminal/illegal acts)

⇁ part 1 / 2 / 3

⇁ disclaimer : the author does not support any and all criminal/illegal acts. the narrative written in this story is purely fiction out of the author's imagination. the things written here does not portray real mafia life nor is the author aware of how the mafia life is like. the author is a hermit loser.

At first, Wooyoung thought you had really ran away from him. After the fight you had the previous night, how could he not ?

"All I ask is a little bit of attention! I know you could spare some for me," you exclaimed, following after Wooyoung into the home office in his mansion. Yes, his, he never once said it was yours too so you treat it as such.

Wooyoung rolled his eyes at you, "and I ask you shut that big trap you called your mouth before I shut it for you, but we can't all get what we wanted now, can we ?" He spat.

You're used to his aggressive words, it used to hurt but now the pain just comes and goes. But you're at your wit's end, he was distant when you both were first forced into engagement but he was still polite so you thought that was just the shock, but now that you're married, things got worse.

"Wooyoung," you called, leaning both of your hands on his desk aa he sit on his office chair, "it's been 8 months since we got married," he glared at you when you said that, so you sighed and change your choice of words, "since we were force into marriage... But I've been trying so hard to make this less of a chore for both of us, I don't know what else I could do! You're not even bothering to hide the fact that you hate my guts to your very core even though it wasn't my fault that we got into this! Heck, you don't even bother to acknowledge that I exist!"

Wooyoung slammed his hands down on the table, standing face to face with you, "that's right," he chuckled darkly, "I don't even bother, you know why? Because you're nothing in my life, I never ask for you, I never wanted you, you're still here because your dad's business fell through with my dad and he used you as mean of escaping because that's all you are, princess," he leaned closer to your face and spoke through gritted teeth, "a worthless burden that people toss around,"

It would've been a lie if you said that his words doesn't affect you whatsoever. Because it does.

Maybe deep down that was one of your biggest fear and having someone confirmed that made you feel sick to your stomach. You recoiled from the table, as if having been struck across your face.

Though Wooyoung had a satisfied smirk on his face, "you should know I've been planning your assasination ever since you said 'I do', I would've made it look like an accident so that my dad wouldn't be up in my ass talking about losing his insurance of control over your dad, maybe I should move the schedule up so I can get rid of you quicker,"

You stared at him for a while, not knowing that he actually hated you that much. All this time you thought it was just petty reluctance of being tied to you, but this just brought things to a whole new level.

"No..." you choked out, trying to hold back tears, "I'll take care of it myself," and with that, you ran out of his office to pack all your belongings with tears streaming down your face.

And that was the last time Wooyoung had seen you. He had heard from one of his butlers that he had seen you running around the house retrieving your things where it supposedly was earlier, you looked frantic and you hadn't even taken a second to take a break.

"And did she got out of the house today?" Wooyoung asked from his position on the couch, loosening all of the buttons on his shirt. "No, master, not that any of us know of," said butler then leaned close to Wooyoung's ears, "the cctv has been cut off, her bodyguards are dismissed, no one has tended to her nor got close to her, and I personally see to it that all windows and doors are unlocked just as you had requested,"

Wooyoung couldn't believe that he's probably a free man now, that YOU had left him so that he wouldn't be in hot water with his father.

With a glass of whiskey in his hand, he decided to look around to see whether or not you had really left while telling his maid to prepare dinner for him.

True to what he expected, he made two laps around the mansion but not once did he find you. Not even in his office with a divorce paper, as dramatic as it sound.

He finally step into his shared bedroom with you to make his final confirmation.

At first he knocked on the door, not really knowing why he did that, but when no sound came from the room he simply opened the door and walked in. He hadn't returned the night before, spending half of his night in his home office before going out with San to a bar, not realizing that it was his guilt that drove him out to drink his memory away.

Looking around the room, he couldn't really tell whether or not you had ran away. The room looked like it had been slept in the night before, he could see the spot where you laid in comparison to his side that's perfectly neat.

When he stepped into the walk-in closet, he was quite surprised at the sheer contrast to the bedroom. Your clothes thrown haphazardly, it seems like you were urgently looking for things to pack, and the more he analyze the items on the floor, the more he realized that you hadn't taken anything that was bought with his money.

But that wasn't the thing that got his attention.

It was your wedding dress that had been taken out of its garment bag, across from it, an empty bottle of wine and a box of tissues with crumpled tissues surrounding it. It looked straight out of a movie.

He walked closer to the dress and trailed a hand down it.

He remembered seeing you wear it on your wedding day. He remembered being too pissed at his father to be able to fully appreciate how ethereal you looked. He remembered how when you looked at him, he could see the redness in your eyes, indicating that you had been crying.

But over all, he remembered how his heart skipped a beat when he saw you walking closer to him. Of course, he would never admit it outwardly.

His train of thought was broken when his butler knocked on his bedroom door, "master, dinner is served," he said.

Wooyoung cleared his throat and straighten out his posture, "yes, of course, I'll be there soon," he called out.

As the footsteps of his butler fade, he carefully zip your wedding dress back into its garment bag, making sure that the dress is stored perfectly.

After that, he went to the dining room to have his dinner.

Usually, you'd be seated in your seat, across from him at the other end of the table that seats 10 people. He'd have to admit that it feels weird not seeing you smile at him after a long day of working, but he forced himself to believe that it was a good kind of weird.

Strangely, as he eat his food he felt that it doesn't match his palate, that something feels off. So he called for his head butler and asked him about it.

"Did we change cooks? Why does today's dinner taste so bland?"

His butler seemed hesitant to answer him, looking at the head maid for a bit. The middle-aged woman stepped forward from her spot, bowing slightly to avoid Wooyoung's eyes, "we did not have any change in staffs, sir, it's just that the mistress used to prepare all of your meals and considering... the circumstances, she had not prepared anything for you," she said, not even bothering to hide her bitterness that he had drove you away.

Considerably, he was shocked that you had never brought the fact up to him. But as usual, he masked his true feelings and just nod at her, continuing with his meal even though he can't seem to enjoy it.

The shock didn't stop there, though.

Over the course of the first 5 days of you leaving him, he began noticing the things that indicate your presence in his house. Or used to indicate your presence.

He never knew that you were the one who always put flowers around the mansion. He noticed this when he passed by a vase of wilting aconite. It almost broke him when he see the maids cleared all flowers, leaving an empty vase that he now associate with your absence.

He never knew that you kept tabs on food he likes and dislikes. After 3 days, he gave up on eating the food his cook made for him, firing the poor man on the spot and resorting to take outs.

He never knew that you were the one who personally arrange his wardrobe. Usually, every morning he'd find his favorite shirts or favorite sets of clothes on the front, ready for him to pick out and wear. Now that you're not here, he had to spend extra time deciding what to wear.

And lastly, he was surprised at the fact that you had never made it to your hometown.

"What do you mean she's not with her parents?" He growled at his henchmen, making them visibly scared. "W-we tried looking for her, even asking around, but no one had seen her," he explained.

All Wooyoung wanted was to hear about how you're happier without him, how you've settled back to your life without him, how he'd be assured with the fact that you leaving him was the best thing that could ever happen to you two.

Feeling that he owed this for the sake of his own closure, he ordered everyone under him to find out your whereabouts.

The desperation suffocated him, he hated the feeling.

So he ran out of his office to his garden, going to the furthest side where it is practically abandoned so that he'd be all alone to calm his mind.

What he hadn't expect to see though, was several pieces of clothes on the ground. At first he just thought that the laundry might have flown away due to the wind, but when he inspected them closer, he recognized them as yours.

"Why would these be here?" He muttered to himself as he began picking up the scattered pieces of clothes one by one. When he picked up the last piece, he noticed your suitcase by the corner of the tall wall that surround his house for protection.

The sight that made his stomach drop was a rather huge hole that could fit a person.

Wooyoung's brain put 2 and 2 together and the only reasonable conclusion made him feel like blowing up.

You had been kidnapped.

[letsasoiaftogether]

Patrek x Stark!Reader x Theon

IMAGINE....being the twin sister to Robb Stark and beginning a love affair with the Heir of Seagard and the Heir of the Iron Islands

Pairing: Patrek Mallister x Stark Princess!Reader x Theon Greyjoy

WARNING: smut. Possibly poorly written Theon and Patrek as I’ve no experience really with Patrek M. and I havent written for Theon in years. Also, smut is difficult to write sometimes sooo my apologies if its not very good either lol

There’s also this fic that you can read and enjoy! https://archiveofourown.org/works/37979791

A/n: I hope y’all like it! And I did my best to make mine different but still spicy like the one above!

Word Count: 3,676

In hindsight, you suppose you should have known that something was happening between them. After all, Theon enjoyed sex and from what little you knew of the Iron Islands they didn’t seem to care much for who they slept with as long as the result was the same. Still, you hadn’t expected your Uncle Edmure’s friend to be up to no good with your late father’s ward. Patrek Mallister had yet to give you such inklings! Of course, you spent your time fighting in battles and counseling your twin brother; you hardly had time to watch the habits of the men around you.

You had been heading back to your chambers from the godswood. It was late but your thoughts wouldn’t stop running and praying to your father’s gods had always helped you in times of trouble.

Riverrun was quiet. Even the hounds in the kennels were silent.

A smile spread over your lips at the thought of your direwolf, tucked away in the hall between your chambers and your mother’s. Like your siblings, you had bonded instantly with your pup and took y/d/w into battle just as Robb took Grey Wind.

Turning left around a corner, you made your way down the hall of rooms where some of Robb’s honor guard had taken residence in (so to protect the stairs that led up to Robb’s chambers just as the rest of his guard, you, and your mother took up the hall putting yourselves between Robb and a possible enemy). You were close to the stairs when you heard the undeniable sounds of moans.

A light blush spread over your cheeks as you froze, your eyes locked on the door you knew belonged to Ser Patrek.

You thought of how attractive he was and how you had smiled a little shyly when you were first introduced to him after the Northern army broke the siege of Riverrun. The fact he had a lover wasn’t a surprise to you. You knew your uncle and all his friends enjoyed women and wine. You just hadn’t explained on stumbling over the knight in the act.

A little nervous and a lot excited, you stepped closer to the door and grabbed the knob. Waiting to make sure no one was going to catch you peeking inside, you silently pushed the door open just far enough to stick your head inside and settle your gaze on the bed.

“Theon,” you gasped, looking past Ser Patrek – who still wore trousers but nothing else – and instead focusing your attention on the naked, dark haired and handsome man beneath him.

You had crushed on your Father’s ward since you were a little girl, not that you had ever told Theon or Robb or even your Mother, and more than once you had wondered if you would someday end up married to Theon.

The two young men froze the moment they heard your voice, Patrek’s head turned and Theon’s lifted as they looked your way.

For a long moment all three of you were surprised and frozen.

You knew they weren’t ashamed for what they were doing. They were looking at you like that because you were a Princess, the sister to their King, and if you ran to Robb and told him that two men were engaging in such activities…Robb wouldn’t sentence them to death, but should his advisors overhear…

Sighing roughly, you stepped further into the room and shut the door, your back against the solid piece of wood as you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth in thought and consideration.

“Your Highness?” Patrek questioned, moving off Theon so the Iron Born could sit up

“I won’t tell. It’s none of my business.” You informed them, slowly approaching the bed with your hands tucked behind your back. A plan was quickly forming in your head. A plan to help with curiosities quickly spinning around in your mind. “But to earn my silence you…I will be taking part as well.” You stuck your chin in the air, trying to be assertive.

“Y/n?” Theon murmured, using a pillow to cover his privates “Robb will kill us…”

“He won’t find out.” You insisted, reaching out to place a hand to his cheek “Theon,” you half-purred his name as you leaned toward him, “Do you not find me pretty? Am I not as good as those whores you’ve had in Winter Town?”

Patrek chuckled and Theon leaned closer to you, kissing you for just a moment before you were pulling back with a smirk.

You turned toward Patrek who looked you over, his tongue flickering out to lick along his lips. “And you, Ser? Will you leave me curious? Will you leave me…begging for you to help me with a problem?” You were less assertive with him, less familiar with his appetite, as you moved your hand from Theon’s cheek and placed it to Patrek’s shoulder, your fingers leaving crescent shapes along his skin.

Your heart was pounding behind your ribs, your cheeks heating up as the two men shared a long, silent look.

No doubt they were weighing their options just as they had done when you first shut the door. You couldn’t blame them. This wasn’t just any normal affair. You were a Lady, not a common whore. Your Father was a Lord, Your Brother was a King. Patrek was best friends with your Uncle, and Theon had known you for too long to treat this like just another pastime.

“Princess,” Patrek softly called out to you as he stood, drawing your attention back to him. He towered over you by a few inches, as most did, and while he wasn’t overly muscular, he was well built – stocky like Robb. “If we do this, there are some rules.”

“Rules?” You looked toward Theon as he stood, the pillow forgotten, and moved around you.

Humming, Patrek reached out and took your face in his hands, “Your problem…we will help you with it, but you must do exactly as we say. After all, you came to us. We know best.” He smiled, teasing you with just a look

From behind you, Theon was working on the strings of your dress, undoing them with expert fingers.

Trying to maintain a stance of confidence, you nodded and said “Very well, Ser.”

They were more experienced than you and it was obvious they had no issue with nakedness or intimacy.

You weren’t embarrassed about being naked in front of them, but you hated being in situations where you knew next to nothing about what you were doing. Your Septa had done her duty in telling you about what your wedding night would be like, and she had even told you about what labor was like. Never had she told you about what to do with a lover who wasn’t your lover out of duty but out of lust, let alone how you were meant to please two lovers at the same time.

Septa Mordane would have had died right on the spot if she knew what I was up to…

If she was still alive, that is.

“Our little Princess appears to be nervous, Theon.” Patrek decided to say just as Theon’s hands were sliding the sleeves of your gown down your arms

“I am not.” You argued stubbornly, throwing a look from him to Theon as your foster brother smirked and said, “It’s alright, Y/n, we’ll take good care of you.”

Your dress hit the floor a moment later, the cold air touching your skin and leaving goosebumps in its wake.

“Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful.” Patrek remarked as he stepped back, his hands going to the strings of his trousers.

You turned toward Theon, a part of you far more comfortable seeing him completely undressed than Patrek. Looking him over, you couldn’t help but give him a smile – soft and self-reassuring when he returned it.

“You are beautiful, Princess.” Theon remarked as he cupped your face with his hands, leaning down to capture your lips to his.

Your dreams of kissing Theon were coming true and you didn’t know what to do or how to feel. It was odd to be kissed like that, as you had never been kissed romantically before, but it was nice because it was with someone you trusted and cared deeply for.

Theon’s hands were on your hips suddenly, pulling you flush against him as Patrek stepped back to you, his chest to your back and his hands just above Theon’s. One continued to kiss your lips like they were his only salvation, and the other was biting, licking, and sucking hard enough on your skin that you had no doubt you’d have love marks along your neck and shoulder when all was said and done.

A light flutter of panic blossomed in your chest at the thought of the bruises, of people being able to tell what the three of you were up to!

But then Patrek’s lips were against your ear and he was whispering your name, his voice thick with lust and sending shivers down your spine to the most intimate parts of you…

His voice calmed your panic, even if just for the time being, and you closed your eyes, allowing yourself to enjoy what the two young men were doing to you, damn the consequences.

Patrek and Theon had clearly shared many lovers in the months they had known each other. They needed to only share a look to take direction from the other. Theon smirked and Patrek playfully picked you up and laid you on the bed. Patrek raised a brow and Theon was moving between your thighs, his lips brushing upward from the inside of your knees to where your thighs met.

It was as much overwhelming as it was delightful.

A shaky moan slipped from your lips as you grabbed at Theon’s shoulder, your nails digging into his shoulder as he ate you out.

Patrek chuckled as he settled himself on his knees next to your head, “Come now, Princess, Theon and I must be rewarded for helping you.” In his hand was his cock, hard and dripping pre-cum. If you hadn’t understood what he meant by his words, the flicker of his eyes down to his member cleared up any confusion you may have had.

Whores do this, but Ladies aren’t supposed to.

Right? Or was that just another thing women of high society claimed while in the confines of their bed chambers they took part in the most sensual, sinful acts?

“Little Princess? Are you chickening out on us?”

Returning your gaze to Patrek’s, you sighed and whispered, “Of course not. I was only thinking of how improper this all is. As well as, how much of it is truly meant for a whore, and how much of this is something I could end up doing with my eventual husband.”

It was very strange to talk about a husband when you were there between the two of them, and the thought made you laugh softly, pulling laughs from the two men as well.

“Lets worry about all that later, for now, enjoy yourself.” As Patrek spoke, he grabbed your chin and you opened your mouth to allow access to his cock.

It was so very strange to have his member in your mouth, the size of it was difficult to adjust to and you were thankful he remained still, seemingly giving you time to get used to it all. The taste of him was…well, you were even more grateful that it appeared he had washed recently and you could even taste a small hint of soap.

“Slowly, Patrek, she’s royalty after all.” Theon reminded him as he repositioned himself, his face still pressed against your cunt, “We can’t break her in quite as we would a whore or a miller’s wife.”

The arrogance in his tone and the way he said that! As if you were so easily breakable just because your brother had been given a crown!

Rolling your eyes, you placed a hand to the back of Theon’s head and pulled him closer to you – silencing any other clever statement he may have wanted to make. And then you looked up, meeting Patrek’s gaze and slowly began to bob your head on his cock. You had heard enough stories of Theon’s conquests to have a general idea on what to do in this situation.

The next few moments were a mix of your noises of pleasure (from the expert way Theon was licking and sucking at your cunt) and Patrek’s. Both of you seemed to try your best to remain as quiet as possible, but after Theon’s tongue hit a particularly sensitive angle of your clit and you half screamed around Patrek’s cock, taking him deeper in your throat, all sense of staying quiet (and caring on whether you were caught or not) went out the window.

“Shit,” Patrek hissed, using the grip he had on your chin to stop your movements.

You watched his eyes close and his head tip back, his chest heaving as his heart raced and he caught his breath.

You found him very beautiful like that. His dark hair was messy and a few strands were sticking up in various directions. His cheeks were a soft red from lust and exertion. He just looked very soft and for a moment you found yourself wondering what kind of husband he would be?

It was Theon who pulled you out of your thoughts, the iron born settling back on his knees with his cock in hand, his dark gaze moving slowly over your body.

Pulling your mouth from around Patrek, you sat up and immediately leaned toward Theon, pulling him in for a kiss – whimpering at the taste of yourself on his lips.

“Careful, that damned mouth of hers is…” Patrek laughed, still a little breathless, and shook his head, “Our little highness has a hidden talent.” His hand brushed down your back, coming to grab at your backside.

Theon’s tongue darted out, pushing into your mouth before you realized what he was doing.

You allowed it, returning his kiss while pushing your ass back into Patrek’s hand at the same time.

And then you felt a hand on your cunt. Pulling away from Theon to look down, staring as Patrek’s hand grabbed at your chest – squeezing and tugging, your mouth drying in anticipation – and staring at Theon’s fingers as two digits slipped between your dripping lower lips.

You had thought his mouth on you was crazy in a wonderful sort of way, but having his fingers slip into your cunt, filling you in a way you had never been brave enough to do yourself…there was no hope for you to hold back your gasps and moans as Theon finger fucked you all while Patrek rolled your hardened nipples between his fingers and reattached his lips to your neck.

They were merciless and you loved it.

You wouldn’t have cared even a little if someone came in and caught the three of you right then.

“You’re going to cum for us, right, Princess?” the Heir of Seagard asked as one of his hands came up to grab at your neck, his fingers firm but not ungentle. The gruffness of his voice and the feeling of his hardness against your side only added to the feeling building quickly in the pit of your stomach.

“Go on, Y/n.” Theon encouraged, pulling back to meet your gaze as his free hand lifted to your lips, two fingers slipping inside and soon were moving in and out in sync with his other fingers slipping in and out of your cunt. “Be a good girl now…be a good Lady.”

The words were teasing, there was no real authority behind them, but still there as something in them that made you moan and clench around him, your body shaking as Theon thrusted his fingers upward, hitting hard against that sensitive spot deep inside you.

A scream slipped from your mouth as you came, silenced a moment later by Patrek’s fingers tightening on your neck.

Silently, you shook and came around your foster brother’s fingers as he continued to pump them in and out of you.

“Theon, perhaps you should fuck her little cunt first.” Patrek decided as your orgasm finally subsided, the Riverlands knight using his grip on your neck to help ease you down onto your back. “I want to use that pretty little mouth some more…” He winked, removing his hand from around your throat and quickly leaning down to place kisses where he had held you.

Your eyes shut at the feeling of his gentle kisses to your skin, your hand coming up to brush through his dark strands. For a moment the two of you shared a sweet moment as any two lovers may in the gentler moments of passion.

And then Patrek stood from the bed and grabbed your ankles, playfully tickling your feet for just a moment before tugging until your ass was on the edge.

Laughing, you rolled your eyes playfully and offered a hand to Theon, “Come on then. Don’t tell me that this isn’t something you’ve thought about before.” You knew you were right. You had seen the way Theon had stared at you, especially over the last few months. You saw the way his gaze stuck to your breasts when you wore certain gowns, and you had seen the way his eyes had bugged out the first time he saw you after a battle, covered in sweat, mud, and someone else’s blood; you weren’t naïve enough to think that he hadn’t been thinking about taking you right then and there, his adrenaline running wild.

Moving to stand next to Patrek, Theon leaned down to place another kiss to your lips before he was kneeling on the bed, shifting his weight as he took his cock in hand and brushed it through your folds.

You tried not to become impatient as he teased you.

You knew that it was better to take it slowly than to risk hurting you somehow, but you were just as turned on as they were. There was an ache deep inside that they had caused by not being discreet, and you just wanted them to fix it.

Theon wasn’t as thick as Patrek, but he made up for it in length. He filled you up all the same and hit that spot deep inside you with every slow thrust of his hips.

Patrek climbed back onto the bed, back to right next to your head with his hardness in hand.

This time you didn’t hesitate, opening your mouth and welcoming him with a happy lick along the underside of his shaft.

The room was filled with moans from all three of you now as both men thrusted into you, their hands grabbing at your body.

“Gods, she feels fucking great.” Theon moaned, pushing you onto your stomach as his thrusts sped up. Hand on the back of your neck, he kept you from going anywhere and made it to where you just had to take it.

Not that you were complaining.

If it wasn’t for Patrek’s cock down your throat, your screams of pleasure would have brought the whole castle down on the three of you.

“My little Princess…” Patrek moaned, rocking his hips back and forth “Our little Princess…” He groaned, throwing his head back and he had never looked more beautiful.

There was a shutter from him a moment later and it took a few more seconds before you realized he was cumming, that his seed was spilling into your mouth even as he cursed lowly and pulled back.

You swallowed what he had shot into your mouth, and then moaned as you felt whatever was left hit your cheek, shoulder, and then the last bit on your back.

Patrek groaned and leaned forward, kissing you sweetly and brushing a few strands of hair out of your face. “A fucking goddess.” he complimented

And then Theon was tugging at your hips, his thrusts growing rougher and rougher by each passing one, drawing cries of pleasure from your lips as you were reminded that Patrek wasn’t your only lover, currently.

It was all over a minute later, Theon barely remembering to pull out as his release hit him.

His seed landed on your lower back and your ass, quickly beginning to drip down your thighs as Theon moaned and jerked himself off before he was dropping down onto your, holding you under him as he gave a few more jerks of his hips despite his balls being emptied.

You didn’t mind the weight of him on top of you, and even reached a hand back to grab at his, smiling softly when he returned the gesture.

The three of you were quiet for a few minutes afterwards, all of you catching your breaths.

You felt the exhaustion settling in, and despite the sticky feeling of their seed on your body, you were too comfortable to ask one of them to grab you something to clean yourself off with. You didn’t want either of them to leave you and couldn’t help but cling to them as they repositioned themselves and you, Theon to your left and Patrek to your right

“Such a pretty little princess we have.” Patrek murmured, smirking wide, as he leaned over and captured Theon’s lips in a bruising kiss, tongue and teeth flashing from both men.

“All ours.” Theon agreed, settling his chin on top of your head and holding you just a little closer

You were theirs. Only theirs.

How could you share a bed with anyone else? Who were you going to feel this comfortable with? Who would make you feel safe enough to let your guard down? Who else would make you feel this good without you having to worry that they only saw you as a whore?

“Yours,” you murmured, letting your eyes drift close as a small yawn slipped from your lips.

(I really hope others like this! lmao)