#f: mina

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hey sasha! i’m so happy you’re back :)

this might seem like a strange ask, but do you know any idols that seem like they would fit the emoji 🪼? i think having a jellyfish as a rep emoji is so cute and i want to use it for a member of a gg i’m making! if this is too broad of an ask, don’t hesitate to let me know 😓😓

thank you so much!! 🤍

Hey, Cher! ✨ I'm thrilled to be back too! 🎉 Your question is not strange at all—I think a jellyfish as a representative emoji is absolutely adorable! 🪼💕 Since you didn't specify an age range, I kept it broad. 📊 Here are seven idols who might match what you're looking for. They're all Korean unless noted otherwise. My personal favorites are Tsuki and Dayeon! 🌟

MYOUI MINA   of   TWICE   ( 1997 & JAPANESE )

ROH JISUN   of   FROMIS_9   ( 1998 )

KIM JIWOO "CHUU"   of   LOONA   ( 1999 )

LEE YEJIN "SEOI"   of   H1-KEY   ( 2000 )

YUN JIWON "CHLOE"   of   CIGNATURE   ( 2001 )

FUKUTOMI TSUKI   of   BILLLIE   ( 2002 & JAPANESE )

KIM DAYEON   of   KEP1ER   ( 2003 )

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pairing: bakusquad x chubby reader (katsuki bakugo + hanta sero + mina ashido + eijiro kirishima + denki kaminari)

word count: 4.4k words

a/n: definitely haven't been working on this for months <33 this turned out more fluffy than intended for a free use fic asdfghj. basically they all need to be dating!!! none of the bakusquad have any contact with each other... yet... idk i might make a part two where they're not just taking turns but all together with the reader

content warnings: free use, unprotected vaginal sex, oral (f!recieving & m!recieving), vaginal fingering, multiple orgasms, cockwarming, groping, biting, dumbification, slight breeding mention, somno, wlw, spanking, petnames - mdni (like my whole tumblr)

when becoming friends and roommates with the bakusquad you didn't realise what it would exactly entail. becoming friends with five successful pro heroes while you're a civilian is something you would never expect, not in your wildest dreams, so it's not a surprise to you that your feelings for them grew with each day and after a particular turn of events you let them use you however they wanted. if they want to take out their frustrations of a stressful day by roughly fucking you than you're more than willing to oblige to their request or if they want to tenderly make love to you after an emotional and exhausting day you're more than willing to oblige- you're their toy after all.

they'll use you anywhere and anywhen, it doesn't matter if you're in public or if you're sleeping, you've given them your full consent.

the first time it happened was with katsuki. he was angry and annoyed and you didn't know what to do, you've never truly seen him like this before and you haven't been friends with him as long as the others have been friends with him, you didn't want to make it worse. ideally you would ask the others what you should do but they were all busy working.

you later found out a journalist cornered him after a minor rescuing incident and asked him more intrusive questions than normal and that day it got to him more than normal too. for some reason the press always seems to ask him more personal questions than other heroes you know and you can't figure out why but you have a few ideas: to see his reaction, to get more information about his private life from him because he's one of the more secretive heroes, or to see his 'real' personality wondering if everything they see in public is all just an image.

"i'm sorry katsuki. is there anything i can do to make you feel a bit better?" you ask him and in less then ten seconds he's pinned you against the wall and is biting your bottom lip making you moan, giving him the opportunity to move his tongue into your mouth, intertwining your tongues and muffling any surprised noises that threaten to come out of you. you feel his large callus palms run all over your body as he pushes up your shirt and touches every single part of his skin he can get his hands on, leaving bruises and pretty marks to decorate your equally pretty body.

katsuki shoves his hand underneath your underwear, not bothering to take off your clothes and fingers you until you start screaming his name and your vision begins to go blurry.

"holy shit katsuki. feel's so good." he pumps two of his thick fingers inside of you and his ego soars as he not only feels how wet you are but hears it too as your cunt squelches and you clench around his fingers. he smirks as you come undone on his fingers chanting his name over and over again, your fists gripping onto his shirt tightly.

"this'll make me feel better," he grunts and tries to press his body closer to yours than it already was, your tits now completely pressed against him. "god shitty woman how oblivious can ya be? swear you're useless sometimes. a fucking dumbass." if you were someone else you might have taken offence to him calling you shitty woman or useless especially in the position you're currently in but you're use to him calling you names by now knowing he doesn't mean them negatively, if anything they're affectionate, most of the time he'll call people extras and you're glad he doesn't see you as an extra.

"oblivious?"

katsuki grits his teeth, "shut up," he grunts and you feel his hardened cock against your thigh, he slams his lips against yours again and starts kissing you even more furiously, if you didn't know better you'd say passionately but you don't think he'd ever kiss you passionately.

he sees your eyes glazed over with a daze on your face and smirks. his hand goes behind you to cups the curve of your ass then slaps with the sound echoing against the walls, making you whine. you feel the humidity that's resting on his palms and your whole body tingles imaging him using his quirk (controlled) on you.

"no one else has made ya feel this good have they sweetheart?" he asks gruffly already knowing the answer.

"no, no one else 'suki. no one has ever made me ever feel this good!" you reply honestly, tears starting to fill your waterline.

he knows you're being honest and if anything you're being more forgiving of your previous sexual encounters and talking more favourable about your past sexual partners than they deserve. "fuckin' criminal."

after what happened with katsuki you sat down with your friends and told them that you give them your consent to use you whenever. katsuki looked so much calmer after and his body looked more relaxed, less tension. you couldn't help but think that your other friends would be the same.

you were bashful the whole time while speaking, mumbling and looking away, your whole face felt like it were on fire but you were offering to help them all, you knew how stressful their work is and you wanted to help.

you want them, you wouldn't tell them that part though, neither did you ever have to think hard on your proposal.

all of them loved the idea, why wouldn't they? they're madly in love with you. over time all of them fell in love with you but none of them would ever make a move on you not willing to lose or jeopardise the friendship they have with you nor are they willing to make a move while knowing how the others feel about you either. you're sweet, and kind, and beautiful, and brilliant, and a hundred million more things that make you special in their eyes.

none of them thought they would ever get the chance to be with you in any such way, romantic or sexual, and they were more then content with being your friend, strictly platonic, but now they get to be your friend and they get to sleep with you, they're ecstatic.

hanta likes cockwarming with you, every single chance he gets he pulls you onto his lap and onto his cock without warning and puts on a movie to watch as he watches you squirm and try to keep still but it's so hard keeping still when the longest dick you've ever seen is inside of you and you feel it throbbing.

hanta sees you struggling and grins as you shift around and whimper quietly. you're biting your hand to try to keep silent but it's ineffective. "hush princesa, i'm trying to watch the film." he says teasingly, holding onto your plush waist to keep you from moving and lifts up your top, caressing your soft skin making you get goosebumps from the sensation of his cold rings touching you.

occasionally he'll lazily thrust up into you, making you squeak, he'll chuckle at the noises you make and get off on how needy you are for him. "you look so beautiful sitting on my lap mi amor," your heart flutters and your face heats up whenever he calls you affectionate names in his first language and especially when he calls you my love, "but aren't you suppose to be pleasing me? you seem very needy and demanding for someone who has offered their body to me." you shudder as he speaks, still with his hand caressing your body.

you look at him and pout, causing his grin to widen. "not my fault, you feel really good."

hanta's voice drops lower and becomes husky while he leans closer to you, "yeah?"

you nod your head and try to wrap your arms around him, admittedly unsuccessfully from the position you're currently in as you're facing away from him to 'watch' the movie with him, making hanta chuckle. "yeah," you reply.

hanta smirks as he looks down at you over your shoulder and tenderly strokes your arm, "beg me to move." with no hesitation you beg.

with everyone else they'll take what they want from you and get you to come as many times as they want (if they do want you to cum) without you having to beg but hanta is different, he'll make you cry and beg for him. no matter how horny he is he'll wait for you to become putty in his hands as you cry buried in the crook of his neck, trying to grind against him and wetting his shoulder with your tears, pleading for anything he gives you. he loves seeing you cry for him and plead for his cock.

you're always so pliant for him and he likes to make you even more pliant. as your reward for listening to him he grabs your wide hips and starts to move you up and down, harshly, making the ability to breathe leave your body momentarily at the sudden movement all while cooing at you, albeit condescendingly. "awe does that feel good princesa? you finding it hard to take it all?" he grins as you tip your head back and rests it on his shoulder, your moans getting louder, unable to respond and form a coherent sentence.

you feel like you feel him all the way in throat, a completely impossible thought of course but it's hard to think otherwise with each time he slams you back down and your pelvis meets his it's making you lose every braincell you have with how good you feel and how good he fills you up.

"open up," you compliantly open your mouth still in a daze and hanta spits in your mouth, grinning as he watches you swallow it without any prior audible command to do so already knowing from previous liaisons.

his pace changes, every so often becoming quicker with shallow thrusts than back to a regular pace with deeper thrusts just to tease you and make you light headed, not knowing what to expect next. his groans become more audible and he grips onto you tighter, his blunt nails making a crescent imprint on your hips. "s-shit hanta i can't, too much."

"i thought you were my good girl. you were begging for me only awhile ago." he smirks, starting to get close.

"i am! i am your good girl, promise! just 's a lot."

he chuckles at your obedience, you really are his good girl, made for him- and the others.

but he does wonder if you're that obedient with them as you are with him.

he purposefully slows down his pace and wraps one arm around your supple middle keeping you bouncing and tilts your chin up to look at him with his other hand before placing a gentle chaste kiss on your lips.

mina seizes every opportunity to lay lingering wet kisses down your neck all the way to your chest. you get goosebumps as you feel her breath against your skin and feel the sticky lipgloss left over from her lips.

mina never wears lipstick but she's nearly always seen wearing lipgloss and they're always flavoured ones, enjoying the look of how the sticky remnant remains on your skin after being transferred from her lips and how you seemingly unconsciously swipe your tongue out over your own lips afterwards to taste the flavour that remains.

whenever a man comes onto her apparently not understanding the word 'no' she comes straight to you afterwards so she can feel you up and touch your soft body and curves. you're so much better than anyone else and she's so glad that you let her touch you however and whenever she wants.

beforehand when someone was so persisted that it grossed her out she still would come to see you, you were roommates and very close friends after all. mina would complain about them and you would listen and bash them because how dare they keep being so disrespectful, unable to be take a hint or handle rejection.

the entire time when mina used to talk about them she'd think about how soft your lips looked, how good her hand would look wrapped around your throat and how she wants to go down on you so bad that you pull her hair and more importantly squeeze your thighs together in between her head.

"such a sweet little thing for me," she tells you and kisses your ankle. you whimper and she opens up your thighs wider for now, wanting to get a good look at your pretty pussy. mina flicks her tongue up against your pussy lips making a shiver run down your spine before her tongue enters into your soaking hole, moaning at your taste and your aroma, making her dizzy in the process. you can't help but squeal and shudder at the sensation as her eyes gleam with every new noise you make. she removes her tongue from inside of you, the sweet taste still lingering on her tongue. she flicks her tongue up again, curling two fingers back into you and starts sucking on your clit.

the pleasure builds up inside of you with every curl of her fingers, "that's a good girl, come for me," mina mumbles against your clit and you squeeze your thighs with mina's head between them, not being able to stop yourself as you're about to come again for the third time in an hour.

"oh fuck, min-" the last syllable of mina's name is silenced in an inaudible groan as the coil in your stomach snapped and you unravelled where she helped to ride out your orgasm still between your doughy thighs.

now she gets her wish whenever she wants as she's able to look up to see how your voluptuous body shakes. she gets to feel how soft and warm your thick thighs feel wrapped around her head.

as you calm down from another intense orgasm you move to look at mina, "what about you?" hinting that you desperately want to return the favour.

she can see the neediness in your eyes and giggles. "i can't right now sweet pea, i've got to go to work."

"already?"

mina giggles again, "i'll be back soon babes then we can carry on from where we left off, okay?" she smiles brightly and takes her leave feeling equalling as needy as you but who can blame her when she spent the last hour pleasuring you and feeling your plump body underneath hers and getting you see your gorgeous face scrunched up in pleasure. mina doesn't mind the needy feeling though as the look on your face is worth it as she leaves because she knows when she comes back home you'll make her feel just as good as she made you feel.

eijiro works nights a lot of the time which means typically you get woken up by him. this means most nights you sleep with only a nightie on or a baggy pyjama shirt foregoing underwear or pyjama bottoms so eijiro doesn't have to worry about fiddling with any layers and pulling them down. the only exemptions about the clothes are when it's particularly cold that night.

after work he'll want to feel your soft body squish in between his fingers as he presses down on your malleable skin, groping you wherever he can get his hands on and pumping his girthy cock in his other hand a couple times, wanting to be buried in that sweet cunt that he loves so much so it's no surprise to you to be woken up to his grunts and gentle thrusts.

whenever you do wake up he feels guilty. he knows you need, and like your sleep and he never intended to wake you up so he strokes the sides of your body and softly tells you to go back to bed while kissing your temple.

sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't, but no matter the outcome of trying to get you to go back to sleep your body always has the same reaction, mewls and moans leaving your body involuntarily and you becoming more and more wet with each thrust that it's dripping down to your thick thighs.

the times when you don't fall back to sleep you don't move much, very much a pillow princess in those moments but that's what eijiro prefers. he likes looking after you and treating you like the princess you are. he enjoys doing all the work so when you do wake up all you can do is rub your eyes sleepily and moan louder while he tries to shush you because no doubt someone has to be up in a few hours for patrol.

"p-please," you whine but you don't know what you're begging for. eijiro knows though as he pushes the remaining inches of his cock inside of you, you both hiss, and he slowly and deeply starts moving in you. you grab hold of his muscular forearms and whine about the pleasurable stretch.

you turn your head to the side so your neck is bare. he knows what you want more than your tired words can mumble out so he turns your neck further to the side than you did to keep you still and bites down, not hard enough to cause serious pain and break your skin but enough to hurt slightly and cause you to gasp, your mind momentarily going blank and your hips to jerk up.

before you started sleeping with eijiro you didn't know you liked the sensation of getting bitten so much until he bit you to keep himself quiet while at a very lively party. normally he wouldn't mind people hearing how good he makes you feel and vise versa but there was a minority of people at that party who were all trying to make a new hero commission and he didn't want to to draw attention to you or him with those people, knowing what the last commission did. even though you are just a civilian he wants to make sure they stay well away from you but still that wasn't enough to drag you into an empty room and fuck you until you couldn't stand after seeing how beautiful you looked that night.

ever since then biting became involved in your sex life. eijiro knew he liked biting people before you, he enjoys the surprised gasps and how bodies move but with you it's completely different, it's on a whole new level with how plump your body is, it's like heaven. no matter where he bites you there's always some part he can sink his teeth into making your body beautifully buck up uncontrollably. the whole experience and sensation making him groan and the noises you always make in bed are like no over- ethereal, just like the rest of you.

when he hears the slapping sound of your two bodies making contact get louder and louder and sees the creamy ring left over from each thrust he has to hold onto you tighter, gripping hold of your love handles, enough to leave bruises, and looking up at the ceiling not wanting to cum yet. he knows as soon as he looks down at your cute face or perfect body he'll immediately orgasm so to try and make himself last longer he'll look up.

that on top of the quicker pace and him touching your clit, just the way you like it, makes you come. you clench around him and moan words incomprehensibly causing him to come too as he feels you get tighter around him.

"gonna clean you up in a second baby just let me stay inside you for awhile." at this point you're both falling asleep, he wraps his muscular arms around you tighter and manhandles your chubby body so you're laying on top of him, your arm on his chest and your face in his neck, the whole time making sure his dick doesn't accidentally slip out of you. even though you're semi conscious you know that you're going to be sleeping like this all night, both of you are too tired to move, with your last moments of consciousness being your slow blinks that you use to gaze up at eijiro admiring how handsome he is, you like when his hair is down after showering because without it being styled to be spiky you can see his roots coming through, red mixing with his natural black, even now when he's half asleep and ready for bed he looks just as handsome as he does at any fancy hero event he attends. "you feel too good to get up and leave and anyway i've got to plug you full, breed you properly to make sure it sticks." he mumbles against your forehead half asleep, drifting off only a minute or so after.

out of everyone denki is the one to touch you the most, if no one else is kissing you he's taking the opportunity to kiss you and hold you all over. he's the most emotional and vulnerable when it comes to sex too. he feels safe around you, to let his carefree persona down and to be sensitive and vulnerable, just staying fully in the moment with you.

the first time you slept together, you kissed his chest all the way to his hips making his hips buck up. he had wanted you so bad for so long and now he finally had you.

originally, you had stroked his cock for the first time and you heard a string of moans and it immediately turned you on more than you already were. as he got closer to his release he said breathy, "please don't stop, this will probably be the only chance i ever get to touch you." it had shocked you not realising that he felt that way but you didn't stop, doing what you were told, and knowing you were going to talk to him after.

not long after, he came and you threw your arms around him, arms wrapped around his neck and clinging onto him. he was still catching his breath, "do you really think this was a one time thing denki? i told you all before that i want to do this." he blushed and squished your cheeks, a habit he had picked up on doing recently at the time, you swat his hands away and giggle, denki smiles.

denki is also the most possessive which surprised you, if you thought anyone would be possessive your guess would be katsuki but it's really denki. he gets jealous when you spend more time with the others than you do with him and will want your attention. it's even more noticeable when it comes to other people who aren't in the bakusquad.

if you ever smile too cheerfully at someone, laugh too loudly at someone's jokes or if someone flirts with you he gets extremely jealous, you never flirt back though, you have everything you need and sometimes you don't even realise they were flirting in the first place.

at times like that denki is the most vulnerable. as soon as you both get home he's kissing you tenderly and holding you like fragile treasured glass in his arms. most of the time he takes you to the bedroom and lays you on the bed but this time he pushes your head down gently and you fall to you knees carefully. "do you need a cushion babe?"

your heart warms at how considerate he is. you look up at him and shake your head, "i'm okay," you smile up at him and you don't miss the way his cheeks are dusted pink. unzipping his jeans and pulling them down, along with his boxers that already are wet with precum leaking from his cock, you kiss his thigh and stare at his .

denki holds onto your head as you part your lips and open your mouth, taking him in your mouth. you hollow your cheeks and grab a hold of his thighs. he keeps his hips still no matter how much he wants to rut inside your wonderful wet and warm mouth. when his hips do occasionally buck it makes you gag before he corrects himself and pushes back against the wall trying to control himself not to pound up into you, he wants you to control the pace. the moans that he makes as you take him further only spur you on as your pace gets quicker and your nose presses against his lean stomach momentarily before having to leave and gasp for air. denki may not be as thick as eijiro or as long as hanta but he's still big, more than people would assume, he's bigger than average (only if slightly.) denki's arm rests of his head while he takes deep breaths.

"fuck babe that was-" you cut him off as you take him in your mouth again and wrap your lips around him and you hollow your cheeks once again. his moans and groans become more frequent and you can tell that he's about to come.

his grip get's tighter while resting on your head and his groans get deeper. "gonna come, you swallow alright babe." you hum in confirmation, "shit, shit, shit," his eyebrows pinch together and his hot cum sprays in ropes at the back of your throat and you mourn not being able to properly fully taste him. denki lifts you up by your elbows and when you come face-to-face you kiss his cheek, he's not satisfied with that though and he passionately makes out with you not caring that he just came in your mouth and is holding onto your plush waist while grinning against your lips. "bedroom." he whispers in your ear making you shudder at the demanding tone he used, not often does he use it but whenever he does... well it makes your whole body tingle.

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Washing Machine Heart 🩶

Mom’s Best-friend!Joel Miller x f!reader

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Summary: Your Mom is not nice to you, her only Daughter, always picking on you whenever she can. To get back at her you decide to seduce and fuck her Highschool Best-friend Joel Miller. Oh she also has a crush on him so that’s a bonus.

Rating: 18+ mature content mdni!!!!

Word count: 3.5k

Warnings: no use of y/n, female reader, implied abuse, childhood trauma, alcohol, smut, reader has no name only nicknames, size difference, age gap, readers age is mentioned and Joel is more than double sooo, mommy issues, strained relationships, petty shit, cream pie, tittys, choking kind of, teasing, Joel is tiny bit Pervy, of course Daddy kink, unprotected p in v,

If I missed anything please let me know 🙏🏻

Authors note: I was mad so this is what I cooked up lol

Shoutout to @cafekitsune for the dividers 🫶🏻

Disclaimer: English is not my first language so if you come across mistakes it might be due to that. This is my first time writing smut sooooo be nice please. I’m totally here for constructive criticism or feedback on how to improve. In general I appreciate comments, likes and reblogs greatly. 🖤

Song’s I listened to while writing:

I Hate My Mom by GRLwood

Class of 2013 by Mitski

I hope ur miserable until ur dead by Nessa Barrett

Bubblegum Bitch by MARINA

Backstabber by Kesha

Jerk by Oliver Tree

You know exactly when the relationship between you and your mother started deteriorating- The day she decided to choose your loser Stepdad, the one she only dated for 4 years, over her own 8 year old daughter. From then on you took a backseat in her life yet she still expected you to take care of her all needs. You hate her for what she did and you miss her like a little kid. You had to drag her home when she drank too much, you can’t even remember how often that happened. Always having to jump in between that asshole and her fighting cuz even though she practically emotionally abandoned you, you still wanted to protect her from harm's way. She forced you to grow up so quickly, it’s her fault you never got a real childhood.

For years you accepted that this is normal. The screaming, the violence and the degrading words became a part of growing up. You were a kid but not clueless, someone who loves you wouldn’t have done all of this. And yet all of them tried so hard to make you shut up and believe it’s what you deserved.

Luckily what happened did not entirely break you. No, you grew into someone who fought for herself since no one ever did that.

Of course you hoped she might realize her mistakes, apologize and change but nothings new with her. She’s great at pretending to be a better person to the outside world, than she is in reality, behind closed doors the mask unveils an ugly woman. A narcissistic self absorbed monster that took all your joy away.

It’s pathetic considering how much she always talks about getting abused by her own father but instead of breaking the cycle she doubled down on it. Going as far as using that as an excuse for what she did to her own child.

She only kinda stopped the abuse once you no longer were a small child. Now that you could fight back she did not corner you anymore.

But just because she couldn’t hit you anymore doesn’t mean the picking on you stopped, no, it was her mission to rid you of the last remaining confidence and self love.

In each screaming match she tried so hard to gaslight you into believing you were crazy for feeling offended by her disgusting behavior.

One time you asked why she hit you as a little kid and the answer left you completely blown away. She expressed that you cried so much, and did it to provoke her. What else could she have possibly done other than raise her hand?

Or another time she refused to acknowledge that she hit you at all but a second later told you that perhaps if she would’ve done worse you would’ve turned out better.

At some point you stopped calling her Mom and only went with her name. You knew that it must hurt but did she really deserve that title after everything she did?

Now at 21 years old the relationship is just as rocky, not much has changed.

Your mom has basically zero friends, she’s a bitch of course no one would want to be too close, well except for Joel…..Joel Miller that somehow was her friend.

Perhaps only since they have known each other since High School, he might have felt some kind of obligation towards her due to that. She told you once that Joel was the boy every girl had a crush on with his whole guitar playing thing they all swooned over him.

Even now all those years later Joel was a beautiful specimen, tall, broad shoulders, huge hands, strong arms you’d like to be enveloped by, tanned freckled skin, a cute butt, gorgeous brown curls with slightly gray streaks showing his age, big brown eyes, a prominent nose and soft pillow like lips.

You understand why your Mom had a crush on him, any woman would bend over for him if he’d say so. She thought it was not too noticeable but unlike Joel you caught it immediately.

She made you the reason for her life being so shitty but now after years of torment you saw a chance at really giving her a reason to hate you. Maybe something is wrong with you for liking the idea of breaking her heart so much but you honestly couldn’t care less. The one you felt sorry for most was probably Joel; he would be the pawn in your deranged game without knowing.

As it turns out though Joel is not as innocent as expected, the more you tried to get closer the more you realized he might be easier to seduce than originally anticipated.

You started with small things like hugging him a bit longer than normally so he could feel you perky full tits squished against his chest. Touching his arms and squeezing them but not too much as if to draw attention to it. And from his reactions, he did not seem to mind.

You were not worried about your mother, she never was the most alert to begin with.

When Joel came over for a barbecue you used the time alone with him in the garden while your mother was in the kitchen preparing god knows what to impress him.

Joel and you had some interesting conversations.

“Soooo you work in contracting, right?” You asked him sweetly. Joel chuckled “Yeah sweetheart, I do. But ya know tha’ already, so why ask?” You played it off as much as you could “Just making sure you didn't decide to switch career paths in the time I haven’t seen you…” you look up at him through your lashes, cheekily biting your lip. Joel of course fell into the trap, his eyes going down to your plush lips in mere seconds. Got ya you dirty old men.

You stepped closer until you two were only a couple inches apart. His chest almost touched yours. In this position you really had to Crane your neck up to keep eye contact consistent.

“What are ya doing Baby,huh?” Joel tilted his head slightly down towards your face. You just giggled at him “Nothin Joel, just…” with that you put your hands on his wide chest ruining them down over his enticing slightly protruding belly. “I know you stare at my ass alllllll the time. I also know you like it when I walk close by you and graze you with my tits. My little skimpy outfits turn you on as well don’t they,huh Joel?” You smirk at him.

You can see how he clenches his jaw…ohhh yes you got him figured out.

He hisses low and menacing at you “You are a little slut ain’t ya, baby. Groping a man over double your age. Teasin me with those sugar tits and that tight lil ass….”

You can see his pupils dilate till his eyes look close to being completely blacked out. You muse “Yeah I’m a whore but you like that don’t you?” With that you cup his hard cock over his shorts he decided to wear today.

He gasps and immediately grips your wrist to yank those devilish hands away from his throbbing length. Especially when he hears your mother’s voice calling out from inside the house.

He backs off and tries to catch his breath as well as calm his raging hard on down to an unnoticeable minimum. Before he leaves to figure out what she called for he turns to you and lifts an accusing finger towards you.

“We ain’t done baby, ya gonna make it up to me for teasin and leavin me all high and dry, mkay?” He tilts his head almost to intimidate you but to no avail you’re just a massive brat “Hmmm sure Joeliii but i think your underwear is anything but dry.” You giggle and continue “Probably full of pre cum am I right,huh?”

Joel can’t believe what he’s gotten himself into and just shakes his head while turning to the house.

Somehow he made it through the barbecue without your mother noticing any tension between Joel and you. Stupid of her but good for you.

In the weeks after that afternoon you and him kept secretly meeting up. Most of the time at his house or he’d pick you up with his truck to drive you somewhere where he could have you without any distractions, of course when your mom wasn’t home. She might be stupid but even to her it would be weird why you suddenly start taking trips with Joel and she should not be suspicious.

Also during the talks with Joel that happened when taking a break between fucking it was once again made clear that he for whatever reason had not an ounce of knowledge about your mom’s crush.

The plan for how the reveal should go was set in motion. Your mom was driving out to one of those weird grocery stores that sold the health powders she drowned herself in, in hopes of making her more pretty from the inside out but to no avail the rot can’t be reversed.

You knew how long that would take her, it gave you enough time to fuck Joel in her favorite spot on the couch. Yeah petty and perhaps childish but you don’t care make her remember how you defiled her lovely couch with the man she was in love with.

Joel showed up 10 minutes after she drove off. You barely got the door closed behind him before he pounced on you. It’s been a few weeks since you fucked him last, you wanted him to be desperate for it so he’ll might be more focused on pounding you then notice that your mother is returning.

He immediately slotted his lips over yours, his hands grabbing at your hips with urgency.

You spin with him attached to your lips so you can guide him where you want him, on the couch. His breathing is already elevated and by the significantly evident bulge he’s massively turned on. Good, the less rational thinking the better.

While you push him towards the couch his lips slip down your jaw and land on your throat kissing and sucking all over. Between those kisses he huffs “Babyyy - I’ve - missed - ya so - much…” you just hum as an answer and when the back of his knees hit the edge of the couch he’s forced to unlatch from you.

He falls back, his head hitting the soft pillows so he’s only slightly elevated. You wink at him “yeah I bet you have and most of all He has missed me huh? Looks almost painful, did you not touch yourself in meantime?”

He sounds a bit whiny in his response “No Baby haven’t touched myself, saved it all for ya greedy little pussy.” Even when you think to have the upper hand he reminds you how different it actually is. “Come on baby, why don’t ya take of that lil skirt an’ take seat on my lap.” While grabbing at his crotch.

Your mouth is watering but there’s no time today to get your mouth on him like you usually love to. At his dirty words you can feel some wetness gush from your pulsing cunt, coating the inside of your thighs. As requested you slip your flowy skirt down your legs.

Joel let's out a gasp „No panties baby? Ya naughty little slut.“ he chuckles and you retort „Don’t need them if I’m with you, so why make it harder than it needs to be?“ at that Joel can only nod.

„Come here Sweet Moon Love.“ he demands.

You get on your hands and knees between his spread legs that lay on the couch. Slowly crawling towards him teasing him with your tits that are almost spilling out of your skimpy tank top.

When you finally sit down on his jeans-covered cock he lets out a sound of relief. Your knees on either side of his hips and his hands immediately find home on your hips and ass, kneading and caressing the skin there.

„Fuck Moon ya turn me on so much take of that goddamn top and show me those sweet sugar tits.“

So you do, slipping it over your head and throwing it somewhere behind you. He’s not surprised by the lack of a bra. He knows you hate wearing them and if he’s honest he loves that a lot, easier access and all.

Joel’s hands go from your hips up to the tits he loves so much. Carefully touching them, his warm hands and the wonderful feeling making it unable not to moan. Swiping his calloused fingers over your nipples, twisting them with determination causing you to keen.

You start arching your back towards his groping hands. His administrations cause the pull in your lower stomach to Continuously get stronger. You are convinced his jeans are covered in your juices and without realizing you’ve started to rub your bare pussy over his bulge with vigor.

„Joel enough I need you inside me, now!“ You don’t even wait for a response, lifting your hips and loosening his belt and unbuttoning the buttons of his jeans. With his help you drag his pants down but only so much that you are able to pull his throbbing cock out of the confines that are his blue boxers and you can see a huge dark spot where pre cum leaked, making you look at Joel chuckling „You really want it huh? Daddy” with a sweet lilt that makes his dick Twitch in your hands.

He just groans “Baby Moon if ya don’t sit down on my cock right now I’ll do it myself and I won’t give ya time to adjust.” He threatens but it really only turns you on more.

You peer up at the clock and see that you only have about 15 minutes left.

You take your original position and when his warm length slips through your moist folds his pre cum mixing with your own juices to create an addicting squelching sound.

At this point the dark hair nestling at the base of his cock and his happy trail are completely soaked.

“Gosh, Sweetheart she’s gushing all over me, put it in. She wants my cock don’t keep her waitin” you love when he talks in this way about your cunt, makes you wetter if that’s even possible.

You lift up a bit again and take hold of his length with one hand, the other on his chest to stabilize yourself. Dragging his leaking head through your glossy folds before lining him up with your gushing opening. You take one deep inhale cuz you know it’ll be a stretch even with how often you've done this.

Before sinking down on him you look at him there’s guilt somewhere deep in your conscience but you shake your head, you ain’t backing out now.

You slowly start to sink down when Joel decides it’s not quick enough so he grips your hips and in one swift fast motion sheets his huge dick inside your tight cunt.

“Ahhh..-ah J-Joel what the fuck” you hiss slapping his chest hard for being so impatient.

He huffs “Sorry Baby but Daddy has waited long enough for Her, just shush.” He actually has the audacity to shush you.

You get used to the feeling of being so filled to the brim and slide back & forth for a moment.

Then you put your feet down flat on the couch and grip the headrest behind him before starting to fuck him in earnest. Up and down at first slowly but steadily you get quicker and harder. Joel can’t even speak unless you count his obnoxiously loud moaning and growling.

“Yeah how you like that old man, hmm Daddy you're all quiet this pussy shut you up good, huh?” You wonder and out of nowhere one of Joel’s big hands grips your throat making you slow your movements to a minimum. He pulls your face toward his and grunts “Baby Moon ya need to be put in your place, ya bratty ass is treading on some mighty thin ice.”

He gives you one hard peck and then shoves your face in his neck. You don’t complain, you love when he’s so rough with you and his musky masculine smell is your favorite.

Joel pulls his legs up and plants his feet on the couch just like you did and then he starts to relentlessly push up into you at an alarming speed so hard that if it weren’t for the arm pinning you to his chest you’d fall off.

“Jo-Joel….Joel it’s so good ah…don’t stop” you babble in his ear and opposite to his harsh pounding he soothes “Shhh Baby I know, I know it’s so much for ya and Her. But listen to how much she’s enjoying it.”

And he’s right besides the obscene “plap, plap, plap” of skin hitting skin you can hear the wet squelching from the place you're both connected. “I’m close baby, where?” He asks while slipping a hand between your bodies to touch your neglected clit and immediately your whiny moans get even louder “I-in…inside Daddy. Pleaseee cum inside me.”

You beg and he loves that “Hmm yeah, ya wanna be filled up Baby?” He questions “God yes Daddy fill me up, please pleasee” you want nothing more than to feel him spill inside of you.

Seems that when Joel told you he was kinda deaf in his right ear it wasn’t a lie or maybe the plan of making him so desperate to fuck you that he won’t hear the door unlocking worked out.

But you can hear the slight clicking and the closing of the door. Unlike what you expect she does not start screaming, no, she’s eerily quiet. Perhaps it’s due to not having realized who exactly you're screwing as if there’s no tomorrow or simple shock.

Joel under you seems to have reached his end and without any preamble he starts shooting his warm cum deep inside your tight hole. The warm sensation combined with his unrelenting rubbing your clit pushes you over the finish line too. With that you pull up from his neck and drag him up as well, crossing your arms around his neck and kissing him.

You know she is right there at the threshold, you don’t care and to rub it in even more you say “Thank you Daddy, I love you.” And as if he knows his role Joel answers “I love you too little Moon.”

And that might have been the final straw, she speaks up and it flips out into incoherent screaming. Joel is immediately startled; he lightly pushes you off, quickly tugging himself back into his jeans and getting up to explain. You however get up slowly and put your top and skirt back on.

With the lack of panties you can feel his spend leaking out of you and you’re sure there’s very evident stains on Joel’s jeans that your mother must see.

The back and forth they must be having doesn’t even register to you. The blissful buzzing from the orgasm and the satisfaction of having succeeded in hurting her are making you all dozzy.

But then she comes charging at you screaming in your face “You’re smiling, you think this is funny??? I knew you were a bitch who only ruins everything, you are a worthless piece of shit a absolute waste of space” she’s so hysterical but you don’t care, it’s good she’s showing her true colors for Joel to see.

She continues “You are disgraceful and shameful for the entire family. I want you out of the house now. You are dead to me.” She probably thinks those words could hurt but it’s nothing compared to all the horrible things she did in the past. You just smirk at her nodding which infuriates her more than any comeback could.

With that you slip past her, Joel looks completely stunned by what just unfolded before his eyes. You don’t acknowledge him much, quickly skipping up the stairs,entering your room, grabbing a suitcase and filling it with the most important items. Then shuffling out of your room locking it behind you. You heave the suitcase down the stairs, no sign of Joel all you can hear is her crying in the living room, it amuses you, not an ounce of sympathy left for her. You don’t bother saying bye just open the front door and out you are.

The surprise is waiting in front of the house, Joel, he didn’t leave but instead waited for you.

He looks at you “Did it mean anything to you at all, or was it just a big joke?” He doesn’t look hurt, just confused. You close the distance between him and you “I wish it wouldn’t but it’s not possible to not feel anything, look at you Joel you’re a so beautiful so caring of course I fell for you.” He nods and takes your suitcase out of your hand. “Wh..what are you doing ?” You question “I’m taking ya home Moon, think I’d let you run around these streets? Get in the car” he urges.

And you do, when he drives off you don’t look back once.

Npt: @joelmillerisapunk @aurorawritestoescape @milla-frenchy @joelslegalwhre @thundermartini @studioghibelli @sizzlingcloudmentality @vivian-pascal @strang3lov3 @xdaddysprincessxx @mountainsandmayhem @mrsmando @joelsgreys @janaispunk @sizzlingcloudmentality @the-mandawhor1an @clawdee @penvisions 🩶

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[popsicle-stick]

“Why, this beats even shorthand! May I hear it say something?”

a commission of jack and mina from the scene where he's showing her the phonograph!

[shotorozu]

ooo i saw your pick me girl hcs from awhile back and loved them! can i request something similar for ashido/kirishima/kaminari but with the reader encountering a “nice guy” instead? thank you <33

NICE GUYS DO FINISH LAST

characters . . .

ASHIDO MINA, KIRISHIMA EIJIROU, KAMINARI DENKI, BAKUGOU KATSUKI, TODOROKI SHOUTO

notes . . .

a quick one because i was getting overwhelmed with writing this one request for my comeback 🧍‍♀️ (a lil sneak peek: it’s todobakudeku as ex husbands)

female! reader

MINA is actually offended that this guy thinks it’s going to work. like.. calling you short (even if you might not be), trying to compare hand sizes with you, the self deprecating humor— she’s actually going to throw up in her mouth… 🤢 though, she already clocked this guy’s tea iykwim… she has interacted with guys like him before, and she knew from the very beginning what he wanted— especially when he tried to replace her. the wicked witch and the audacity of this bitch…

“she’s not gonna pick you… if you’re really that nice, you’d stop being so sad… 😹”

if the advancements didn’t stop, she’d basically do whatever she could to make sure he knew that your ass was a fruitcake and not interested… even if it was laughable on her end.

“let’s go my scissor sister!!”

“girl??”

EIJIROU is an actual nice guy… he doesn’t need to say it for it to be known, so maybe that why he knew exactly what was going on the moment he heard this guy flap his lips… he was ashamed that this guy actually labelled himself as a “nice guy” because honestly it was even starting to confuse him like… what if he’s the one that’s not nice for thinking this way? he’s literally gaslighting himself at this point 😭

but because EIJIROU’s so nice, he’d actually pull the dude aside, speak to him from one man to another man, and tell him that he doesn’t need to do all of this because you’re just not interested (oh, and y’all are dating!!)

“hey man… i’m telling you this because i thought you’d want to know, but she’s not interested. might never be, so like… quit it, dude.”

but when the dude pretends the conversation never happened, that’s when he starts getting visibly angry… he’ll be more firm when it comes to telling him off, and he’ll get in between y’all. if you wanted to tell him off yourself, then he’d be right behind you with his arms crossed.

DENKI laughs because he thinks this isn’t a serious thing at all like… there’s no way somebody actually acts like this, right? this is all fiction. he quickly realizes that this is in fact NOT fiction, and this dude is dead serious— and this is when DENKI starts to panic. he alternates between laughing (because not even mineta is that ridiculous) and being gobsmacked at this behavior. it has him lowkey paranoid, because he wonders if he has ever acted like that towards anyone, even if he meant well.

similar to kiri, DENKI is the type to pull the guy aside and tell him what’s up. except, he’d do it so casually, the guy would probably think he’s joking. now, DENKI’s scared because the guy was trying to rope him in his shenanigans (even though he’d never resort to such tactics!!)

he’ll try to joke that being a “nice guy” is out of style (except he’s not really joking) and because this guy genuinely freaks him out, he’d just focus on creating distance between you and that dude.

“bro was gooning so hard 😭 that was not sigma 😹”

KATSUKI practically implodes, when he first sees it, but it’s such an expected reaction— the nice guy doesn’t even think twice about it. KATSUKI looks annoyed— pissed off, when this rando goes up to you and pats you on the head with his unwashed hand, but after the nice guy momentarily goes away, KATSUKI turns to you and tells you to ignore it. not because he thinks you can’t deal with the problem, nor that it isn’t worth dealing with appropriately, but because he doesn’t want you to worry about someone like him any longer. there are better things for both of y’all to worry about, and this will no longer be your problem.

KATSUKI doesn’t even give the dude the luxury of a warning, the next time he sees him and they’re ALONE?? he’s approaching him with such speed, it has the guy shaking in his boots. the nice guy literally regrets trying to be all nice to you for ulterior motives, and he makes it known— but KATSUKI doesn’t care anymore.

“i was just being nice! can’t a guy be nice anymore??”

“oh so you wanna die—”

“sheesh, okay! fine! i’ll stop. the bitch doesn’t deserve it anyway…”

“… say what.”

KATSUKI did in fact deal with it, and you never had to think twice about him again (excluding the times you laughed about it to him.)

“ngl i can’t believe he thought that’d work.”

“well he’s a fucking dumbass. focus on stretching.”

SHOUTO is so confused, because he can’t understand why anyone would actually act this way, and for ulterior motives too. he can’t understand lying about who you are to get something— especially if that somebody is you, and especially if someone just wants that attention. it’s one thing to have a crush on you, sure (he gets that because he literally does), but it’s another thing to make you uncomfortable in the process of trying to get with you.

SHOUTO looks puzzled— insulted even, when he sees this guy pat you on the head and call you short. not just because he literally touched you and made you uncomfortable, but also because he could’ve been wrong too 😭

SHOUTO wouldn’t try to hide the fact that he’s trying to get in between of you. he’s literally like a sturdy foundation, unable to be moved— even if the guy tried to push him aside (also… that’s certainly a choice..)

SHOUTO is blunt with it. he will try to correct him on your height— even if he doesn’t need to. nice guy probably already knows that you’re not actually that short, but SHOUTO needs to make things known.

“please get it right. she’s not short.” (he’d say, if you’re not)

“you’re quite wrong, she’s not that short.” (he’d say, if you are)

and he’d just watch the color drain off his face with secret satisfaction, and the room atmosphere would go awkward afterwards (but does he GAF, nope…)

“you didn’t have to annihilate him like that,” you’d tease SHOUTO later, and then sarcastically remark, “i thought he was a nice guy”

“they finish last. at least, according to a saying.”

[coldfanbou]

Dinner and a Little More

Mina time. I wanted a little dom Mina for this f reader fic.

Length 1.7K

Mina X F reader

“Happy Anniversary, baby.” Mina runs her fingers along your throat, moving slowly towards your chin, tilting your head back. She stands over you as she plants a kiss on your lips. Your face grows hot as she moves her hand down your back. You were in front of the restaurant with people watching.“We’re going to have a lot of fun tonight, but first, let's have a nice meal.” Mina takes you by the head, leading you into the restaurant.

You’re seated quickly and look around nervously, feeling out of place. “Eyes on me,” you turn your head toward Mina, meeting her calm gaze instantly. She smiles at you, “Can you believe it’s already been a year?” Her fingers outline your hand before she takes it in hers. “You used to be so innocent back then, too.” Mina pinches your cheek as you turn away from her. “Aww, don’t get embarrassed. It’s only natural after all those lessons. You enjoyed them too, didn’t you?”

You nod meekly, making Mina’s smile widen. “I’m so happy, baby.” A waiter arrives, ending your conversation for the moment. After you’re done placing your orders, Mina tries to pick up the conversation. “Baby, I want to know. What’s been your favorite memory from this past year?”

“I-um,” you begin to run through your memories, trying to avoid the sexual ones despite knowing that’s what Mina wants to know. “I think my favorite was hiking and seeing that waterfall. It was really nice getting out of the house with you,” you tell her, hoping she will accept the answer. 

“Hmm, I was expecting something else,” Mina says, cupping her cheeks and leaning on the table. “There were lots of nights you said were the best. None of those are your favorite memory?”

“I, no, Mina.” You struggle to meet her gaze. Barely able to see her lips, you notice her devilish smile. Under the table, Mina raised her foot, sneaking it between your thigh, just inches away from your cunt. Your breath hitches, and you move your hands to the table's edge. 

“What’s wrong? I haven’t even touched you.” You bite your lip, waiting for Mina to touch you. Before you can utter a word, the server returns with the food. Mina pulls her foot away, and you let go of a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. Mina’s actions had their lingering effects, though; your body started feeling hot, and you rubbed your legs together through the entire meal, barely able to speak. Mina just smirked, baring her gummy smile and knowing your body was getting turned on. Mina had taught your body what to expect in your year of dating, and you could barely control it. 

Once you both finish eating and pay, Mina stands up, walking around to your side of the table. She places her hands on your shoulder and bends over, “Is there something else you want, baby? Because your body looks like it wants something.”

You purse your lips; Mina is right. Your body wanted her; if you admit it, she would give it to you. “I-I want you, Mina.” 

She giggles by your ear before quickly running her tongue along it. You shudder and feel a tightness in your core. “Then let’s hurry home,” Mina says, leading you out of the restaurant and into a taxi. Mina sits in the middle seat, obscuring the driver’s vision as she slips her hand under your dress. You feel Mina’s hand run along your slit, your panties being the only thing keeping her from directly touching you. You turn to Mina, but she merely glances at you with a smile as she chats with the driver. You bite your lip, waiting for her to do more, but it never comes. Mina moves her hand over your crotch the enter ride. It is tortuous; you are desperate for Mina to touch you. Mina glances your way as you rub your thighs together. Her gummy smile is proof that she’s aware of what you want but also a sign of her denial to you. 

You place your hand over hers, pushing it against your slit. “Please,” you whisper. Mina shakes her head before continuing to chat with the driver. You know you should stay quiet, but your body is growing increasingly desperate, and you let out a whimper. Mina shushes, spanking your cunt. It sends a shock through your system, both painful and pleasurable. Soon enough, you arrive home with Mina.

When the driver is gone Mina places her hand on the small of your back. “You’re a naughty girl, whimpering like that.” Mina pushes you ahead. Inside your home, she presses you against the wall, pressing her lips against yours as her hand finds its way under your panties. Her fingers slip inside you, curling and dragging them along your walls. Your knees go weak, and you whine as Mina pushes her fingers deeper into you. The older woman has complete control of, you know, knowing every weak spot your body has. “Happy Anniversary, baby.” Mina presses her lips against your neck, sucking on it and leaving you with a hickey. “There’s going to be much more where that came from.” Mina giggles as she leaves them along your body, forming a trail as she moves down. She strips you of your dress, pushing the straps off your shoulders with her free hand. 

You wrap your arms around Mina’s head, moaning as her fingers dig deep. “M-Mina,” you groan as she snakes her hand behind your back and unclasps your bra.  Left in just your panties, Mina begins traveling downward. Her kisses reach your breasts; she holds them gently in her palm, giving them soft squeezes as she runs her tongue around your nipple. She bites it gently before doing the same to the other. The slight pain gives you more, pushing you to your climax. Mina kneels before you, continuing her trial of kisses, stopping just above your panties. 

She hooks her fingers around the waistband and pulls them down slowly. She glances at you, a teasing smile on her face as she notices your smooth cunt. “Did you do this for me?” She asks. You nod, and Mina continues. She spreads your legs; they’re glistening with your nectar. Mina plants kisses on your thighs, moving toward your cunt at a snail’s pace. 

“Please, Mina. I need you.” You whimper, wanting her to taste you. 

“Say that again?”

“I need you, Mina.” 

“I know you do.” Mina drags her tongue along your slit, flicking your clit at the end. Your body tenses up, and you cry out in pleasure. “That’s it, baby. Let me hear how much you want me.” The older woman spreads your lips, moving her tongue along your cunt in various ways. You cry out again and place your hand on Mina’s head, wanting to keep her there forever. When you feel her tongue push inside you, you bite your lip, cumming at that moment.

Mina continues eating you out, her tongue lashing at you and overstimulating you. High-pitched whines flow from your lips as Mina drinks your nectar and rises to her feet before kissing you. You taste yourself on her tongue. Mina’s hands wander your body, “It’s time that I take you.” Mina smiles at you as she leads you to the bedroom. She lays you onto the bed and heads for the drawers, pulling out her strap-on. You know what’s to come. Mina has used it on you many times. It was double-sided, meant for you to cum together. You watch from the bed as Mina strips off her dress. Moving each strap off her shoulders and letting it fall to the floor. Her perky breasts rise and fall with each breath. As your eyes move down you see Mina was just as wet as you were. "Surprised I wasn't wearing anything under the dress?" Mina asks jokingly.

You hear Mina’s moans for the first time tonight as she slips it in and makes sure it’s secure. You smile at Mina and spread your legs; going a step further, you reach down and spread your lips, presenting yourself to Mina. 

She returns your smile and crawls over you, kissing you softly as she rubs your folds with the strap-on. Your breathy moans fill the room as Mina prepares to enter you. “I love you,” she whispers into your ear. You feel your cheeks turn red as she tells you that. The older woman grabs your waist and thrusts in slowly, kissing you as you begin to moan. Her tongue explores your mouth as she thrusts. You wrap your legs around Mina’s waist, letting her have fun. She grabs your tits, squeezing them and pinching your nipple.  Your moans continue as she thrusts every inch inside you. 

“Mina!” You shout, struggling as you near your climax. Mina’s thrust begins to quicken, moans spilling from her lips. 

“Cum for me, baby. I want you to cum on this cock.” Mina moans. She moves her hands down to your waist, digging her fingers into your flesh as she holds you down and continues to thrust. You cry out as you cum on Mina’s strapon, your hips rocking quickly as your walls squeeze down on it. Mina stops moving, burying herself inside you. You both groan as your orgasms come to an end; Mina lays on your chest. She smiles at you before pulling out and discarding the strap-on. 

The room becomes quiet, only filled by the sounds of your breathing. You watch as Mina reaches down, moving her fingers between her lips. As she brings them to her face, moving her fingers apart, you see her nectar between them. Mina turns to you and calls your name, taking your attention. “Do you want a taste?” You nod and wait for Mina to give you a taste, closing your eyes. You suck on Mina’s fingers and hear her giggle. “It tickles.” Once you had licked her fingers clean, she pulled her fingers out of your mouth, wiping them on your stomach as you lay beside her. Mina turns on her side, staring at you and smiling. “Happy Anniversary,” she says, kissing your cheek. The two of you drift off to sleep, Mina wrapping her arms around you.

[leighbaylee]

🖤 ₊˚⊹ — eldest daughter of the malfoy family (1) #DISCONTINUED

parring ➵ draco malfoy x sibling f!reader

summary ➵ family portraits with your little shit of a younger brother.

age of parring ➵ 16 - 18

warnings ➵ fluff

extra ➵ might become a multi - part series, but don’t take my word for it. reader’s middle name is named after bellatrix. thanks to @cafekitsune for banners! second chapter here.

here you were in the manor, in your large but dull gloomy dark room. subtle touches of your personal belongings scattered all about.

you’ve gotten news from your father, lucius, that the family was gonna retake yet another family portrait, it would’ve bugged you then but it happened every year. so what could’ve you done?

you were touching up your hair, defining your blowout and pining it up in a nice up - do, as your mother, narcissa, requested. you applied your favorite lipstick/lipgloss before you heard footsteps approaching.

you looked through the reflection of the mirror on your vanity as you added your desired pair of earrings, some bracelets, and layering some necklaces. the final touch being a matching ring you had with draco.

it was a simple stacking ring, engraved with your full first name, middle inital, following with the complete last name on it. you had a matching one with draco.

DRACO L. MALFOY — Y/N B. MALFOY

the baby of the family, who has grown to a young man, walked in without knocking. you clicked your tongue in annoyance, draco got the memo.

❝ m-may i come in? ❞

❝ you are already in. ❞ you scoffed softly, noticing the scowl on his face.

❝ sorry. ❞ he said blandly, you replied saying ❝ don’t worry about it dray, i need your help anyway. ❞

you sat up, walking up to a full length mirror in the left corner of your bedroom, draco following behind.

you fixed any sort of crimple and wrinkle on your dress whatsoever with a whip of your wand.

you presented yourself with a elongated black maxi dress, with a slit on the left side revealing your leg, the bust lined with black lace detailing, the same detailing of the thin straps.

you sported a pair of black crystal covered pointy toe high heels, a beautiful glamorous black cluster crystal on top of it. it was from a muggle high - end store, something along the lines of jimmy choo.

you ran your hands every curve, admiring yourself and catching a glimpse of your dark mark on your left arm, running your hand up and down the same arm.

as you did so, you were unaware of what draco was thinking.

draco malfoy, disliked by his fellow peers in the same year, most in a complete different house, known for his undeniable prejudice toward blood status.

one thing he was also known for was you, and he knew that of course.

anytime anyone would look, speak, or even breathe around you, he would always and constantly eye them.

he would clench his fist anytime someone would utter a bad mouth about you and disregard you as a person. no matter who it was, he would walk past and shove them so hard on purpose with no hesitation.

he absolutely hated people who would do so, cause you usually never did anything to anyone. back when he was a second year, you being in your third year, when the heir of slytherin was petrifying muggle borns, he never heard the end of it with the accusations of you being the heir.

reconnecting with the present, he looked at you lovingly with his hands in his blazer pockets. how he blazingly loved his older sister. every little thing you did, he always and never thought you weren’t the best at.

❝ you look beautiful sister. ❞ he said softly.

❝ you really think so? don’t you think its too much? ❞

he chuckled responding spontaneously with, ❝ too much or too little, you always look gorgeous. ❞

❝ oh i love you so much brother. ❞ you sighed placing you hands on his face kissing his forehead, being able to easier because of the shoes you were wearing.

you grabbed you favorite purfume, spritzing some on your wrists, collarbones, behind your ears. then spraying some near draco, giggling as he waved his arms coughing trying to prevent getting a feminine fragrance from attaching to his clothing.

❝ let’s be on our way now, mother and father have been holding up long enough. ❞ you ordered.

he enterwined his arm with yours eyeing down at your shoes, being patient with you as you have a disadvantage of walking quickly.

the both of you reached the hallway, sounds of clicking and clacking shoes echoed throughout the halls. draco was talking about the new school year at hogwarts approaching, to say he was displeased would be understatement.

the both of you kept walking til you guys reached the wall full with frames of family pictures. from the moment lucius and narcissa were engaged, their wedding ceremony, your birth, draco’s birth, both of you and draco’s first year at hogwarts ; and so on.

one picture caught your attention, you grimaced.

it was when you were starting in your fifth year and draco in his forth. the thing that bothered you so much was you short hair phase and short your dress was. it was way to provocative for a sixteen year old.

listen your hair would’ve been so adorable if you have gotten layers but oh well.

❝ oh my god. i looked ghastly! ❞ you almost shrieked.

❝ i cannot believe you let your little brother walk out like that. ❞ uttered draco disapprovingly.

it then turned into a five minute rambling of you calling your younger brother cute and squealing at his undefined face back when he was eleven.

draco only flushed and continued letting his older sister call him names he hasn’t been called in years, he was pulling on your dress mumbling for you to quit it.

unknowingly to the both of you, narcissa was watching her eldest daughter and baby son holding hands and giggling at each other’s portraits, telling stories of the days each portrait was taken.

how it made her happy knowing draco had you watching over him and growing up with a role model, regardless of the both of you growing up, you and draco will always be her children.

❝ draco, y/n, it’s time to get going. your father and aunt bellatrix are getting impatient. ❞

❝ sorry mother.❞ the both of you said in unison, quickly walking to in front of her.

narcissa stood on his tip toes, even with heels on, and kissed draco and you on the cheek, caressing her towering children as she smiled at.

❝ cmon now, run along! ❞

draco quickly ran to narcissa’s left side as you stayed on her right, both of you simultaneously wrapping your arms around hers and made your way out to the center of the manor.

lucius checked his watch groaning at the fact that his children are almost twenty minutes late to the shoot.

bellatrix cleared her throat impatiently, she had to meet with the dark lord in an hour, she wouldn’t be able to unless her niece and nephew were aware of the time.

nacrissa came in with a smile, one that both her sister and husband noticed in a heartbeat.

❝ narcissa, where is y/n and draco? ❞ asked lucius asked blandly, bellatrix glanced wanting to know.

before narcissa could answer, you and draco came in, making unnecessary fixes to your hair and outfits, holding out a compact mirror in front of the both of you.

❝ oh, my beautiful niece! you really outdid yourself, come here my sweet! ❞ bellatrix cooed as you smiled and closed the compact, walking up to her.

kisses were being plastered all over your face, lucius signaling draco to come up to his father.

draco went up and watched as his father fixed his tie silently chuckling at the sight of his beautiful daughter all dolled up.

❝ sorry father, it was my fault draco was late. i would’ve been at lot earlier if i hadn’t kicked him out of my room. ❞ you exclaimed softly.

❝ that’s quiet alright y/n, i should’ve known it takes young ladies a quite amount of time to prepare themselves. ❞ he grabbed your arm reassuringly.

❝ you know where to go, take the lead draco, y/n. ❞

you and draco obliged and went down to the living room and sat together in a forest green velvet vintage lounge chair holding hands, as the adults stood behind.

a couple of pictures, mixing it up quite often, it was finally the malfoy children portraits.

sitting down, standing up, backsides, and many serious and some smiling pictures later, the both of you hugged and you reminded draco how much you appreciated him.

the both of you snapped back into reality facing the wizarding world equivalent of a camera in surprise as a flash blinded the both of you, laughing at the moment that would make this yearly family portrait tradition memorable.

୨⎯ 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐥𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡 ⎯୧

[soulkeeper801]

Morning snuggles - Mina

Mina x f!reader

Fluff, Suggestive

Words: 0.6k

Mina won't let you go.

As you hurriedly prepared to leave for work, Mina's imploring voice stopped you in your tracks. "Wait, don't go," she whispered, her arms encircling your waist, pulling you back into the warmth of her embrace. A gentle smile played on your lips as you felt her snuggle against your neck.

The room was dimly lit, and in that soft glow, Mina's own smile mirrored the contentment you brought her. "It's so cold when you're not here," she confessed, finding her perfect spot nestled in the crook of your neck.

You turned to face her, capturing her lips in a tender kiss. The sweet exchange deepened as Mina's fingers threaded through your hair. "I'll be late for work," you murmured, but the warmth in your eyes betrayed the reluctance to part.

Mina responded with a playful pout, tracing circles on your back. "Who said you have to go?" she teased, her lips meeting yours once again, as her hands made their way inside of your shirt. Her fingertips teasing your skin.

The outside world faded as the room filled with the sweet taste of shared affection.

"I wish I could stay like this forever," Mina confessed between kisses, her eyes filled with sincerity and longing. You chuckled, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. "As much as I'd love that, duty calls." Another lingering kiss sealed your words, a promise of your return.

She cupped your face and, ignoring your words, brought your lips to hers in a hungry kiss. A kiss that for a couple of seconds made you second guess if you were really needed in the office that day.

Time seemed to lose its meaning in the warmth of your connection. "You're my favorite distraction," Mina admitted, her eyes sparkling with affection. You smiled, pressing a trail of soft kisses along her jawline. "You're mine," you whispered, savoring the taste of love on your lips. As you made contact with her sweet spot on her pulse line, Mina threw her head to the side, letting a soft moan escape her lips. “More,” she whispered and it fueled you to keep with your ministrations. Your teeth nibbled her skin and your kisses started to go down to the exposed skin of her chest, your left hand teasing her nipples through the thin fabric of her pajamas.

“Now you can’t go,” she said, her eyes filled with desire as she unbuttoned her top. Your once steady breath was now wavy due to the sight of her hardened nipples and her skin adorned with little goosebumps.

Out of sheer habit, your mouth engulfed one of her buds and your tongue flicked against it, eliciting another moan from her. “Y/N…” she trailed her words, “please…”

The outside world seemed to grow distant as the two of you created your own little haven. Work commitments faded into the background as you allowed yourself to be present in her affection. Mina's soft moans and the rhythmic beating of your hearts created a sanctuary you both wished to prolong.

With a last glance at the clock, you made a mental note to come up with a good excuse later, before diving into her, as her fingers gripped your hair to bring you closer.

[knightyoomyoui]

The Tale Of The Bloodline | TWICE MiSaMo (Mina, Sana & Momo) x M/F Reader- CHAPTER 13: "Chasing Advantage"

In this chapter, both teams are in preparation for their upcoming war. The returning Cho Miyeon who have just returned as the 5th member of BLACKPINK, has something to say for The Bloodline on what led her to return and join en route to WarGames.

3 DAYS LATER | November 21, 2022

This week’s episode of Monday Night War opened with the recently returned Cho Miyeon who made her entrance after months of absence due to her fractured arm. With a microphone in hand, she steps into the ring, evident that the fighter has something to speak out from her feelings. The crowd started to chant and cheer for Miyeon as she prepares herself for her promo.

She looked around and smiled. Raising her hand where the mic is on hold, the crowd then lowered their noises to let the fighter begin respectfully. 

“Last Friday, I joined the WarGames match as the fifth member against The Bloodline.” Miyeon states. The crowd cheered again as they remembered that awesome moment she made with her surprising return.

“And I did that for one good reason. I did that for one specific person from that other team… and I’m not talking about Minatozaki Sana.” She clarified. 

“See because, even after everything we’ve been through… I still consider Sana as a true sister and whenever she’s going through right now is her problem.” She said as she pointed at herself after explaining that she doesn’t have a big deal going on with her bestfriend. 

“No, the person I’m talking about… the person I’m coming for this Saturday at Quest For Survival… is Yuta Nakamoto.”

The crowd cheered as she declared her main target for her mission.

“It’s been 2 long years since you and I have faced each other in this ring.” Miyeon focused on the camera in front, shooting her. She knows that The Bloodline or probably Yuta himself especially, is watching and listening to whatever she’s saying right now.

“And come this Saturday, I’m going to remind you again just who the hell I am.” Miyeon said with pure seriousness. “I am Cho Miyeon. I am the woman who took you to the limit, not once, not twice… but THREE TIMES.” She formed three on her fingers as she recollects their long-running feud since last year in which she became one of the early rivals of Yuta through his first months as World Champion.

“Who, if it wasn’t for your Bloodline, would’ve ended that history making title reign before it even started… and I’m  the woman Saturday who will go to WarGames and take out your entire Bloodline so the next time I get another shot at you, no one is going to stop me this time from being the one who will KICK YOUR ASS AND WIN THAT TITLE.” She said with pent-up rage in her tone. The crowd even became louder on supporting the revengeful woman.

“But now, I got to go to Knockdown because I got extended by an invitation from some girls and how rude of me if I wouldn’t return the favor.” She shrugged. “So guess what? Tonight, I didn’t come alone.”

The entrance theme of BLACKPINK started to play on the titantron which earned an applause and delightful reception from the audience as they got to witness also one of the roster’s current fan-favorite fighters live in the show.

They made their entrance through the staircase of the arena, a little jab to Yuta as they referenced his former faction before he became The Empire Chief and formed The Bloodline known as The Arsenal. He once had a character reminiscent of a heavy artillery personified fighter wearing black SWAT vest along with his two other former members… or should I say, his former “brothers” in arms.

Some of the fans near them chanted and took a picture of them, taking the advantage of having stars like them to become close through them. The crowd became livelier when the titantron played Jennie’s theme afterwards and joined BLACKPINK on the staircase, in which they went down through the crowd to make their way to the ring and join their fellow member Miyeon there.

All 5 women are now in the ring, with Miyeon giving the spotlight for BLACKPINK as she sat at the top turnbuckle on the corner. 

“Hokkaido!!!” The pumped-up Rosé Park shouted at the mic. “It’s FIGHT NIGHTTT!!!”

Lisa grinned and took the initiation next. “Do you smell it fellas? There’s some banger cooking in the stove, and this coming Saturday night is gonna be the most pain-staking, unforgiving career-altering matches in the history of Japan Combat Federation!!!

Now last Friday night, I told that stupid Minatozaki Sana that when he find out who that fifth member was, she’s going to pee in her embarassing, little pants.” She laughed teasingly. “And that is none other than The Prizefighter, Cho Miyeon!!!” She pointed at Miyeon who is feeling a bit awkward on how she’ll receive that acknowledgment from the leader of the group itself.

“Now I don’t remember the last time we had a team where Yuta Nakamoto and The Bloodline hold those top titles in hostage, abusing their powers, abusing their numbers game, but this coming Saturday… it’s all going to change.” Jennie spoke menacingly. Miyeon came down from the turnbuckle and joined the rest on the center of the ring. 

“You are looking at five women who wants to rip apart The Bloodline. Five women who are ready to walk through the depths of hell with smile on their faces. TWO RINGS, TWO CAGES, NO FUCKING RULES. EVERYBODY, ARE YOU READY FOR A WARRR?!” Jennie roared at the mic as she furiously glared at the camera to intensify the hype of their upcoming mega match this coming weekend. The crowd cheered in response to their uplifting message until the fun was cut short when suddenly, an unexpected interruption from somebody appeared for BLACKPINK.

If The Bloodline is mostly ruling Knockdown, then there’s another domination faction who is also doing the same for Monday nights. The team known as Aespa arrives with all members in attendance to confront the team on the ring.

Led by the intimidating Yoo Karina along with her other members, Ning Yizhuo, Giselle Uchinaga, and Kim Winter, they all emerged from the white fog and darkness that represents their angsty aura and their gothic characters.

As the beat drops on their rock-themed music, Karina emoted a battlecry as she pumped her fists forward, signalling the pyro to pop and a large purplish-black wings flapped open on the background with a black mamba on the center as their symbol.

“Jennie, please shut up.” Giselle spoke first on behalf of the team. Jennie just smirked at her complaint. “Because the only people who are gonna be talked about after Quest For Survival, is what I’m going to do on my match. I think you and your BLACKPINK are lost, because this is Monday Night War: the show where Aespa runs.” 

The crowd then booed at them while the members of BLACKPINK and Miyeon all looked altogether at each other. They heard the leader Karina spoke next. “This isn’t playtime, you all gonna just stand there and talk smack, go take that somewhere else, but here you all rise and show respect for us!” She demanded. 

“Yeah yall better go back there on Knockdown before someone else gets hurt.” Ningning followed up with some words of her own.

“Ooohhhohohohhh… you tell them, Ning! Well, i’m here also to send a message for Han Julie!” Winter yelled on the mic in frustration after mentioning her rival’s name. “Julie you’ve been stealing from me for years, and at Quest For Survival you’re going to get taxed again. Kim Winter is going to collect some debt.

And as for you, five clowns…” Winter focused her attention on the unwelcome individuals occupying the ring.  “I hope The Bloodline SMASH you all at Quest For Survival.”

She was about to walk back to her members when she remembered something. “Oh by the way, next time… you show your ugly faces here on our show? Us Aespa won’t be going so nice.” 

“Aww Kim Winter, my fellow Korean how are you doing sunbaenim?” Jennie replied. You know, maybe our towns are just miles apart back in Korea but as two Korean fighters here in Japan, we’re maybe million miles apart from there. You see, I don’t respect you.” Her tone became flat. “You’re the type of garbage here in Japan that is so needed to be dispatched.”

“A garbage? Here in Japan? What?” Winter wheezed in confusion. “Take this as a lesson for you, Jennie. Even salt can be looked as a sugar, and I’m one hell of a salty Korean baddie!”

“Oh you’re salty huh? Well now I’m salivating my entire career to get you in this ring and beat you up one on one but since we’re already here in Hokkaido who’s in a good mood tonight…” Jennie starts to engage the fans into their enthusiasm. “Why don’t we do Aespa vs. BLACKPINK right here, RIGHT NOW!!!” 

All four members of Aespa were pissed off at their challenge as the crowd chanted for them to accept. “Oh yeah, now we’re speaking our language!” Winter commented.

“CHALLENGE ACCEPTED!” Karina officially declared it. The Hokkaido crowd is about to have some battle of the stables between Aespa and BLACKPINK as the main event of this week’s Monday Night War.

2 HOURS LATER

4 minutes have passed into the match and as how the match’s condition currently looks, Aespa has the clear advantage against BLACKPINK. Lisa and Jennie are out of the ring, resting from the hits and bumps they took so far while Aespa has all three of them present in the ring with Giselle watching from the ringside. The same could be tell also for Miyeon and Jisoo on BLACKPINK’s side.

After Rosé headbutted Karina through the ropes, she became unaware of Winter spinning her around, kicked her on the midsection, locked her head on reverse before twirling around and elbowed her face down. Both women are down and slowly crawled through their respective corners until they have reached their respective partners for a tag.

Winter goes for Ningning while Rosé goes for the recovered Lisa. As they entered the ring, Ningning became scared as she realized that she’s stepping foot in the same space with the leader of BLACKPINK herself. Eyeing her down with a devilish grin, she slowly walks through the afraid Ningning before she decided to hop out of the ropes.

Planning to escape by running through the ramp, Lisa chases down Ningning. As they reached the entrance way, the titantron suddenly flashed the theme of Aespa’s current enemies, the badass group known as Kiss Of Life made their surprise appearance to interrupt the match. 

Led by the leader Han Julie along with her members Natty Supputipong and Annabelle Shim with their manager Won Haneul accompanying them, they shocked the two fighters chasing together like cat and mouse through the arena, especially Ningning herself who is a part of the group they despise of.

Detected that they showed up on purpose to stop Ningning from escaping, Lisa rushes on dragging Ningning back to the ring while she clotheslined the approaching Karina from the ringside. Entering the ring, she clotheslined the recovered Winter also and gave some couple other more to Ningning too. 

With Kiss Of Life watching from the stage, Lisa pushed Ningning through the turnbuckle and pulled her to utilize a backbreaker move on her, slamming her down on her thigh. She then positioned Ningning on the ropes, locking both her arms as she stood behind. Before she was about to plummet her arms on her chests repeatedly, Karina reentered the ring but was greeted by an elbow from Lisa.

A distraction caused Ningning to get out from getting locked and pulled Lisa’s head down through the top rope. Rosé was about to attack Ningning but Karina came for a save, slamming her onto the mat face first. 

Then she caught Jisoo who is about to attempt jumping at her. Choking her to stop the attack mid-air, she was about to deliver a chokeslam on the fighter but the latter counters it with enziguiri kick to the side of the head. The stunned Karina gets out of the ring while Jisoo followed her. 

Standing at the apron, she aimed at Karina and performed a moonsault through her. As she stood back up, she was met by a charging Winter. Attempting to get back on the ring, she instead faced a clubbt blow on her stomach by Lisa. 

As she prepares to perform her signature move on Winter by locking her again on the ropes, Ningning came for the rescue and rolled Lisa for a pinfall, she kicked out and Ningning received a thunderous knee to the face that had the crowd wince at the impact.

Enough of the delays, she hurriedly sets up Ningning again on the ropes to finish what she started, Lisa then hammered Ningning’s chest 20 times until she pass out. The crowd then cheered as Miyeon and Jennie were amused at the show they’ve watched. 

Lisa maintains the loud reaction coming from the fans by going through the corner and make everybody be aware of what’s about to come, probably a preview of what The Bloodline is about to met on WarGames. She hypes herself up with some encouraging beats to the chest before she runs through the weakened Ningning and finish her off with a devastating big boot to the face. 

She pins Ningning, the referee counts and without a kick out for three, the bell rang and the victory was granted for BLACKPINK. 

No time allowed for them celebrate because right after Lisa raises her arms in victory, Winter and Karina blindsided her with attacks of their own. Rosé and Jisoo tried to save their leader but they were rid off by Winter. However, Lisa got to reverse Karina’s attack and clotheslined her out if the ring. 

That instead just made Karina to land back on her feet and pulled Lisa out of the ring. With Winter all alone in the ring cheering for her teammate to continue the attacks on Lisa, it backfired when Lisa speeds up her punches and purposely led themselves through the ramp.

And when Karina turned around, she met a brutal side kick to the head by Natty with a permission from her leader Julie.

The angered Winter stares down at Kiss Of Life and egoistically dared them to come across the ring and fight her. The crowd then cheered aloud again, and Winter mistakenly took it as if she thought the crowd wants it to happen but rather otherwise.

The cheers were for the emerging Cho Miyeon on her back, looking at her with a smirk. Sighing and shrugging her shoulders, she unbotheredly spun the villanous Winter around and went for a stunner to her, entertaining the fans more as the show ends.

4 DAYS LATER | November 25, 2022

For this week’s Friday Night Knockdown, their last episode before Quest For Survival arrives tomorrow, the camera cuts to the backstage scene where Minatozaki Sana is seen to be heading through The Bloodline’s locker room.

The crowd went in glee for the appearance of the amusing Honorary Muse. Sana was about to open the door when she heard a familiar voice calling her name from behind.

She turned around and saw Miyeon coming at her. “Hey, what are you doing here? Go!”

“What? Why?”

“Go! Just… you cannot be here, Miyeon.” Sana said as she frantically pushes her away. “Please, just go. They’re all here.”

“Oh are they?”

She was about to move forward but Sana pushes her more. “Yes, but please we aren’t doing it here tonight. Just go.”

“Okay, you really want me to go? Fine. But you need to listen to me first?” Miyeon had enough and became serious on confronting her bestfriend. “I have a question for you, what happens if you do something or say something and it pisses off one of them. It could be YN, it could be Yuta…”

“Oh my God…” Sana reacted exhaustedly.

“No no no, you’re doing fine. You’re having fun with The Bloodline right? But hey, how many times in the last 15 years where I have to bail you out all because you have said something, did something that pisses somebody off… without you meaning it? So what happens if you do the same to them, especially to Yuta. What do you think he’s gonna do to you?” Miyeon scolded her. 

“You’ve seen what YN did to Yuta looked how he reacted, do you think it won’t be going the same for you? Just think about that, you know what I’m going to do if I were you? 

I won’t wait for them to turn my back on me. Instead, I’ll strike first.”

Miyeon walks away, leaving the befuddled and speechless Sana process everything that her worried bestfriend had said to her for a safety advice. She hesitatingly opened the door but instead it was done rather by YN who was secretly eavesdropping their conversation from the small gap of the winded door, searching for Miyeon.

“H-hey, YN.”

“What’s up with you?”

“Look, I got texted by Mina and I just got here-”

“Where you’ve been at? We could’ve used you there!” You said as you were pertaining to that little brawl you just had with Mina and Momo along with BLACKPINK during Jisoo’s match for the Japan Combat Federation World Cup tournament.

“I texted Mina, I just got here, I was running late.” Sana explained. 

“Oh you just got here huh? Let me ask you something, we’re you talking to somebody before you came here?”

“No?” Sana asked perplexedly.

You came upfront of Sana and stared intently at her menacingly. “No one?”

“No. I’m talking to you right now, is that okay?” She replied with a weirded expression on her face. 

Your demeanor also changed into calm. “Okay. It’s cool then.” 

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. We good.”

“Okay so uhm are they’re inside?”

“Yeah they’re all in there.”

“Well we’ll figure it out later tonight.” Sana smiled and patted you on the shoulder. As soon as she entered the locker room and closed the door, your teeth gritted in anger, knowing that she just lied right in front of your face.

1 HOUR LATER 

A match was set between Team BLACKPINK’s Jennie and Lisa against The Myoui’s YN and Mina to determine who will have the advantage in the WarGames match. That means the winner of the match will go on to enter first and start the match tomorrow.

During the match, Lisa sets you up on the ropes and hammered your chest 17 times until you collapsed on the ringside. Lisa tried to pick you up again but you were saved by Mina who is pulling you away from Lisa’s grasp.

However, Jennie came into play as she grabbed Mina’s hair and tugged her up to the apron. The twins are now set on the ropes and the bestfriends realized that they’re about to do something more entertaining to give for the fans. A double hammering fist came up in their mind but it was ruined when both of them got their heads bounced onto the top rope when you and Mina escaped from their clutch.

You pulled Lisa’s legs out of the ring and drived her through the barricade while Jennie strikes her finisher rocket kick on Mina’s face. As she watches Mina roll out of the ring, you climbed and superkicked Jennie in revenge for your sister.

You then ran through the ropes and took out Lisa with a suicide dive out of the ring. As you reinserted her back, Lisa then pushed you through the corned and gave multiple bumps onto your midsection before she lifts you up on the top, chops your chest and released an amount of punches to your head.

You were about to be sent down by a superplex but Momo interfered by trying to enter the ring but the referee prevented her. A strategy for distraction, Sana pulled Lisa’s hair and slammed her on the ring, leaving the exhausted you on the top turnbuckle prepare yourself for a frog splash onto Lisa’s body.

You covered her for a pin, but Lisa kicks out at almost three, making Sana jump in disbelief that the plan didn’t work. Sana stepped on the apron and complained at the referee but Rosé brought her down and they began throwing fists at each other. Jisoo then charges at Momo and all four of them created chaos again at the ringside. 

Momo then elicited a huge slap to Jisoo’s face, making her lay down on the announce table and used it for Momo to barrage her with some blows to the head. Rosé saw how her partner is suffering, she then assisted Jisoo by turning Momo’s attention to her.

All four of them started to quarrel again until it got stopped when Jennie launches herself from the top rope, a diving moonsault through the pack of wolves leaving all of them knocked down on the floor. 

Sana watches the mess and saw Miyeon also approaching the scattered fighters down below them. The two stared down at each other before Miyeon reminded her again of the consequences she might about to face once The Bloodline doesn’t need her anymore.

Sana had enough and pushes off Miyeon away. In return, Miyeon tosses Sana into the ring which resulted for the referee to eject Sana out of the ringside as she illegally entered the ring. 

The complaining Sana had diverted the attention of the referee to her. You tried to use it for cheating by holding your tag team title belt and use it to smash it on Lisa’s head but Miyeon quickly didn’t allowed you so, attacking you with a stunner and became a go signal for Lisa to unleash a big boot on your face.

She covered your unconscious body on the mat, referee counts to three and it’s over. The shows ends with BLACKPINK and Miyeon walking out of the arena with the WarGames advantage in their posession that might raise the percentage of their win possibility against The Bloodline tomorrow.

[heartofjasmina]

Ahh jasminaaaa!! Congrats on 2k!!

Is it possible to get 🦄 + Mina? I don’t ask enough for the bnha girlies 🩷

Hi Neon!! Thanks for asking 🌸

Mina gasped into your mouth as you kissed her, the clearing where you two always meet mostly quiet in the early morning.

"Missed you human," she giggled as your hands ghosted over her curves, her pink hued hands doing the same.

"And I missed you, nymph." Your mouth ran dry every time you looked over her beautiful features, your heart burst with excitement with every teasing look of hers.

"Your nymph." She corrected, whining as your hands slid up her thighs, daring to touch the wetness between them.

"Always, always mine. I'm not letting you slip away from me." You breathed into her neck, and feeling her shiver made your own pussy clench with need.

"I'm not going anywhere." She promised, before desire overwhelmed you both.

[yeoufic]

hi sasha!! this a pretty random ask but could you pls rec some female idols (age range '97-'03) that in your opinion have an "ice princess" vibe but are also versatile and could fit various concepts? tysm for your help! 💗

hi nonnie!! 💕 here are seven face claim suggestions born between ‘97 and ‘03 who could portray a versatile ice princess. ❄️

myoui mina   ·   twice   ·   japanese   ·   1997

cheng xiao   ·   actress   ·   chinese   ·   1998

kim doyeon   ·   weki meki   ·   korean   ·   1999

kim hyunjin   ·   loossemble   ·   korean   ·   2000

kim minjeong  |  winter   ·   æspa   ·   korean   ·   2001

kim nakyoung   ·   triples   ·   korean   ·   2002

kim suyeon  |  sheon   ·   billlie   ·   korean   ·   2003

[mechazushi]

Kaiju Number 8 Incorrect Quotes <take9>

Mina: Hey Kafka! Are you wearing your running bottoms. . . and your hoodie? Reno: Kafka, are you going running? Kafka: . . . *nods* *leaves* Kikoru: Have fun! *Kafka leaves the room* Reno: Oh my god, what is wrong with Kafka right now? Soshiro: Yeah, is he okay? Kikoru: Kafka is going for a run. If anything, we should be asking what is right with him. Mina: Kafka only goes running if he's upset and he's wearing his sad hoodie, and by the looks of it, it's been washed, which is bone chilling. Kikoru: He's fine. Everything's okay. Iharu: I JUST PASSED KAFKA ON THE STREET, RUNNING ON PURPOSE! OH MY GOD!!!! Kikoru: . . . Maybe I was wrong. Iharu: *halfway out a window, shouting* KAFKA! ARE YOU OKAY? Iharu: I SEE YOU! AND I LOVE YOU! Kikoru: In my defense, no one here emotes in a normal way Soshiro: Yeah, that's fair.

[evolnoomym]

Make Daddy Proud 🦂

Stepdad!Joel Miller x f!reader

Main Masterlist | Joel Miller Masterlist

Summary: You don’t necessarily like your Mothers new beefy Husband, he tries and tries. To no avail, you just won’t warm up to him. When his patience reaches an end things finally get interesting.

Rating: 18+ mature content mdni!!!!

Word count: 2.3k

Warnings: no use of y/n, female reader, Moon is not a name necessarily but more a nickname, age-gap, ages are unspecified, cheating, infidelity, alcohol consumption, smoking, reader is mean, dubcon, Daddy Kink, reader has a pussy, sex toy, wet humping (?) 😅, cum, squirting, Sunny appearance, reader kinda shames Joel,

If I missed anything please let me know 🙏🏻

Authors note: this is for @beefrobeefcal ‘s Married Joel Sits On You Challenge. I hope you enjoy Beef, I love you 🦂🤎😏😏😏

Shoutout to @cafekitsune & @saradika-graphics for the dividers 🤎

Disclaimer: English is not my first language so if you come across mistakes it might be due to that. I’m totally here for constructive criticism or feedback on how to improve. I appreciate reblogs, comments and likes greatly 🫶🏻

Your Mother started dating Joel when you were 17, within a year they decided that the two of you would be moving into Joel’s house. Their relationship had an astonishing pace, it made you sick, you should’ve felt happy for her but you couldn’t bring yourself to get used to the idea of having a stepdad again.

Admittedly he was much nicer than the previous one. Joel was really trying to make it easier on you, but he realized quickly that you were not gonna just eat out of his hand like your mother did.

One time over dinner he decided to jokingly offer that you could call him Dad and you were not amused at all.

“You know Moon ya don’t have to call me Joel, could just call me Dad, huh? How bout that.” He gave you a happy and warm smile. He looked genuinely excited.

“No fucking way, Joel, thank you but you are not my Dad and you’ll never be. You are just you.” The response came out in a harsh and cold way, to clearly let him know that you weren’t up for it.

The rest of the dinner was filled by an uncomfortable silence and Joel never tried asking you again.

A couple months later, he caught you smoking out on the patio. He had planned to drink one of his beers in secret. He kept them hidden in his wood carving room, since your mother disapproved of the bitter sparkly liquid.

As soon as he slid the door open he got hit by the smell of burning tobacco. You were leaning on the railing, staring up at the sky, taking slow drags of the glimmering cigarette, clouds of smoke surrounded you and Joel couldn’t help himself from taking in your bend over form. The curve of your ass, your thighs and all the way down to your bare feet. Joel would never admit it but your distanced act pulled him in more and more.

You knew he was right behind you, staring, you could feel his eyes tracing you up and down. Perhaps you arched your back a little more than necessary to show off for him. Give him a show. Have something you could hold above his head if need be.

After he’d gotten closer he stopped right next to you and started quietly sipping his beer. At some point he held out his beer towards you and in exchange you offered him a cigarette. You both knew that this would be your shared little secret, with many more to come, big secrets.

Joel thought he made some progress that night, but you continued to treat him just like before.

Then the day came where Joel decided to get down on one knee and asked your mother to marry him, right in front of you.

You didn’t think it would be possible to dislike him even more. Why would he want to marry your mother? Why did he have to weasel his way into your life? Why did he have to look so good? Why was all of this happening?

The wedding was quickly planned, nothing too fancy, just the closest people invited, which sadly included you too.

On all the wedding-photos that were taken you looked disgusted and appalled by the reality of your situation. Your mother tried to reprimand you for pulling all these faces but you were not gonna pretend to enjoy any bit of the show they put on.

Joel obviously recognized some changes in your behavior after the wedding, but instead of getting better, it got worse. You didn’t even try to hide your disdain anymore. Purposely bumping into him, ignoring when he spoke to you and if looks could’ve kill he’d be dead long ago.

But there’s something else in the way you glared at him, a glimmer of something undetectable and it scared him to not know what went through your head. You could’ve been plotting his downfall and unlike the rest of the family, Joel didn’t wanna make the mistake of underestimating you.

Marriage had been good to Joel. His mental health and financial stability had improved, and he seemed over all like a happier person. The only drawback seemed to be the effect it had on his waistline. Something you took advantage of, resorting to a childish approach of shaming his beefy form. Calling him out for his large portions, laughing loudly when you could hear him from the master bedroom complaining about his clothes not fitting properly anymore. He could feel your eyes tracking his every move, he felt like prey being watched before getting attacked, all of it happening in his own home.

Joel decided he wanted to make one last attempt to persuade you to accept his presence at least somewhat. You didn’t have to be his Bestfriend, but at least get along with him.

He had organized a spa weekend get away for your mother, so the two of you could spend some uninterrupted bonding time together. Maybe without your Mother you’d feel more comfortable opening up to him.

As usual you started the day by scowling at every move he made, even when you sat on the passenger side of Joel’s car while he drove you to the local aquarium you stared holes into the side of his head.

Even though you were afraid of deep waters he learned quickly that you loved sharks and have always wanted to go to an aquarium. Your mother however never really cared much for that wish, so Joel thought this is how he’d get you on his side.

Instead of having a pleasant conversation with you, he was punished with icy silence. He pathetically trailed behind you in the 2 hours it took to see everything the aquarium had to offer. You didn’t even thank him afterwards but he tried to chalk it up to you maybe having a bad night.

Joel hoped that perhaps him taking you to Kiki’s Nail’s, a very highly respected nail salon, would make you happy but more than a little smile was not in it.

Kiki generously offered that he could sit next to you, to watch what she does on your nails, but you quickly declined.

She also mistook you for his wife, which had you cackling loudly, purposefully embarrassing Joel and implying that he could never land a woman like you.

He got more and more upset, especially seeing you interact so excitedly and animatedly with Kiki. He didn’t understand what he had to do so he could get the same enthusiasm for himself. It pissed him off quite frankly.

When you stood next to him at the cash register you didn’t even blink an eye at 140$ your manicure cost Joel. You even went as far as to laugh at him for getting choked up by the amount of money he had to spend.

At least you seemed to really love the design Kiki did. A little victory he counted for himself.

When you got home, he told you to settle on the couch and relax, all while he was in the kitchen preparing his famous Miller tacos. Your mother told him behind your back that you liked them very much, but of course you’d never admit it to his face.

Even though Joel knew you probably just acted as if you didn’t enjoy them, the lackluster response soured his mood further. It hit rock bottom when you left him to deal with the dishes and ignored the fact he bought your favorite movie to watch with you.

After he had gotten done with cleaning up, he decided to indulge on some of his hidden whiskey. He pours himself a glass and sits down on the couch. Joel feels beyond frustrated by everything that went wrong today.

He spends 30 mins just slowly sipping on his whiskey, all while trying to figure out what to do next. The alcohol in his system makes the ever present Texas heat appear much stronger, so without thinking he pulls his sleeping shirt over his head.

Now only clad in his cotton pajama shorts and with alcohol cursing through his system, Joel impulsively decides he might have to take the route of having a serious talk with you about the ever pending attitude.

Joel stomps up the stairs, thinking you would hear it which makes him not even bother to knock, no, he practically throws himself against the door.

He should’ve expected to be greeted by immediate screaming.

“Joel what the hell?? Get the fuck out of my room!!”

“Noooo…no you shut up lil missy, ‘ve had enough of ya pissy attitude.”

“Get out,” And when he doesn’t react you continue “Are you deaf, old man, do I need to spell it out?? Fuck off.”

If Joel would’ve been less drunk he might have caught the panicked and out of breath way in which you spoke.

He starts shaking his head as he approaches your bedside.

“You know I’ve had enough of you, I tried all damn day to make ya happy. Ya didn’t show me an ounce of respect,” he comes to a stop beside your bed “ what is your goddamn problem, huh?”

You could say something to de-escalate the situation but that would be so unlike you.

“Fuck you, Joel.”

In Joel’s head a switch flips, within a split second he swings his leg over you and as he sits down on your hips the healthy swell of his tummy rubs up against you.

A shiver runs up your spine and you let out a sigh.

“W..wha- what are you doing Joel?”

He looks feral, like an animal ready to pounce on you any moment.

“Teaching ya a much needed lesson, sweet girl.”

His big warm, calloused hands engulf your wrists and pin them to the mattress beside your head.

Out of the corner of his eyes Joel sees something purple, he looks towards your nightstand and there it is. A purple silicone cock shaped vibrator, it looks glossy, covered in slick.

You can see the wheels turning in his head and when he seems to have come to some sorta conclusion his features light up.

His head turns back to you.

“Oh babygirl, ya naughty lil thing. You’ve been playin’ with yourself? Been in a bad mood all day long cuz that needy little pussy needed some attention,huh?”

Instead of answering your eyes wander down his bare chest.

“Where’s your shirt Joel?”

“Ya got a problem, baby?”

Your cheeks are heating up and you start nibbling on your lower lip while still staring.

“Ya like what you see sweet girl?”

He lets go of one wrist and tilts your chin up with two fingers.

You nod.

“Nah, use your voice babygirl. Come on ya know what I want to hear.”

“Yes Daddy.”

He grunts deeply.

“Atta Girl.”

Now both his hands slip beneath your lower back and he sits up while pulling you with him.

You go from being pinned beneath him, to sitting on top of his lower gut.

Your hands are splayed on his chest, probing yourself up.

His hands go to your hips, instantly squeezing and kneading.

“Oh baby, she’s leaking, dripping all over me. That lil pussy is so sloppy.”

With that his hands momentarily slip lower to pull his shorts down, at least so much that his cock can be freed. One of his hands goes back to your hips, while the other comes up to your mouth.

“Spit.”

And you do. Letting a decent amount drop into the palm of his hand and then it disappears behind you. At the squelching noises you're able to detach that he is touching himself.

“Start rubbing that cunt on me. Make yourself come. Use me sweetheart.”

He instructs, while setting a rhythm with the hand on your hip.

The slick noises that his hand wrapped around his length produce combined with your wet pussy fill your bedroom.

“Yes baby, ya doin’ so good for me. Finally being a good girl.”

You feel his thumb soothingly circling your hipbone.

“I was already close, I’m gonna come soon, Daddy.” You sound deliciously whiny.

Music to Joel’s ears.

It takes not much longer to make Joel catch up with you. You can tell he’s getting close by the way his hands grips your hip tightly, he will most likely leave marks.

“Baby you gotta lift up for me. Quick!”

You swiftly lift yourself up and watch in awe how he paints his tummy with white creamy ropes of cum.

“Good god, baby,” he writhes beneath you, “settle back down darlin’.”

When you lower yourself back down onto him you moan at the incredible sensation of his spend being spread up and down his hairy belly by your lips. It stimulates your engorged clit perfectly.

You are whimpering furiously.

“Da..Da- Daddy, so..so good. I’m gonna come, it feels so different, ughh.”

“Yes baby, be a good girl an’ come on me. Come on Daddy’s tummy.”

It takes only a couple more seconds before you fall over the edge with a high pitched scream, you feel yourself leaking more than ever before, hips stuttering in his iron grip.

You flop forward into Joel’s neck, burying yourself there and inhaling his comforting scent.

“Sweet girl ya made Daddy very happy, didn’t know ya could squirt, my princess is full of surprises, ain’t she?”

His cheek leans against yours to get your attention but to no avail, all energy was spend.

The soft snoring is all indication Joel needed.

He gently turned you on your back, got up, retrieved a washcloth and carefully cleaned you up. The last thing he does is tuck you in and leave a kiss on your forehead.

Hours later you are laying on your stomach in bed while holding the phone up to your ear.

“Sunny you won’t fucking believe what happened yesterday.”

Sunny’s manic giggling tells you she already has a pretty good idea of what could’ve happened.

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[les-serafim]

stranger 🦇 † 🕸️

[demi-pixellated]

all grown

[gloomwitchwrites]

An Unexpected Catch: Boromir x Female Reader

Chapter Specific Warnings: canon-typical violence

Word Count: 3.1k

Chapter Two

While investigating an attack on a Gondorian settlement, Boromir finds himself run through with a sword and tossed into a nearby river. When death seems dangerously near, Boromir’s body washes up to shore, tangled in a fishing net. A young woman living alone finds Boromir and brings him home to care for him. As Boromir physically heals, he finds that his heart is also missing something important.

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Boromir

The rains that come in the Night bring early morning mist and low clouds.

Upon his horse, Boromir observes the hazy horizon. The tall grass around his horse’s legs is dew-kissed and wet, darkening the horse’s coat until it appears black. The mist clings to his armor, creating a slick covering on the metal. When Boromir returns to Minas Tirith, the royal blacksmith will need to inspect it, cleaning it properly to avoid potential rust.

“Captain!” Brennan, one of the men that is accompanying Boromir trots forward, pulling up beside him. “The scout has not reported in.”

Boromir briefly glances at him before returning to scan the horizon. Even with the low clouds and mist, he can see enough.

Something dark stirs in these lands—awakening with malicious intent. It is palpable like the way butter sits salty and thick on the tongue when not evenly spread. It is heavy in the air and lungs, a vice around throats and hearts. It is a battering ram. It is everywhere.

Faramir is in Osgiliath.

The city conquered. Retaken. Conquered again. Mostly in sections, but it’s continuous. Unending. A brutal task that Boromir is only fighting because his father wants it so.

All who lived there are gone, moved to Minas Tirith. Boromir doesn’t know when it’ll be safe to return.

It might never be.

The orcs grow bold. A shadow is at their backs, spurring their forward momentum and bloodlust. As if they are sucking the darkness into themselves, they are relentless, fueling themselves on whatever drives them ever onward.

“What was the original report?” asks Boromir.

“Raids, sir,” answers Brennan. “Corsairs along the river. Mercenaries from the East. Mostly.”

“Mostly?” counters Boromir. “What other beings move along the Anduin?”

Brennan shakes his head. “Report didn’t say. Only that the Corsairs come and go. They advance and retreat in equal measure.”

“No pattern?”

“None that’s been revealed.”

Boromir nods, but there is no comfort. Acting on little information is a risk, and they are few in number.

“We will forge ahead,” replies Boromir. “Slowly. Keep to the trees. Avoid open ground.”

Boromir does not intend to engage. This is to gain information to relay back to Minas Tirith, to figure out a path forward.

The party is only ten in number on horseback. Boromir gathers the reins, and they depart, descending from the large hill they look out on to draw up next to the tree line. On the other side is the Anduin. It’s far enough that they cannot see it but close enough that Boromir swears he can hear the water.

They follow the tree line for several leagues. The day does not lighten. The skies remain grey and gloomy.

Boromir raises his fist, and the group halts.

He narrows his gaze, unsure of what he’s seeing.

“Do any of you see what I see, or do my eyes deceive me?”

“Looks like smoke,” replies Brennan.

“Or dark clouds,” adds Alden, scratching at his beard.

Boromir frowns. “Is there anything in that direction.”

“Likely a settlement,” answers Brennan. “Or a small village. Might not be on any maps expect local ones.”

Turning toward his men, Boromir keeps his tone even. “We will approach from the forest. Move slowly. Stay alert.”

Turning their steeds toward the forest, they enter one by one, trudging slowly through the undergrowth. The canopy swallows them up like a leviathan. Around them are large trees, and Boromir feels small—as if everything is tight and cramped.

To move through the trees, the group has to split, forming two lines.

At the edge of the tree line, Boromir brings everyone to a halt.

There is a town. A small settlement of a couple dozen buildings. To the left is the Anduin. The dock there is empty expect for a few fishing boats.

Some of the buildings still smolder. The rest are just blackened carcasses.

Boromir sees no bodies. Orcs would leave plenty behind. They rarely—if ever—take prisoners. Corsairs certainly kill but they tend to withhold their blades for profit. Living souls mean income. They can exchange hostages for coin, or take them to faraway places to sell them. Everything is a profit for them.

But there may still be bodies. Boromir just can’t see them.

It is he that takes the first step out of the trees. The others follow behind at the same pace, their hands on their weapons as they enter the settlement.

It is incredibly quiet. Hardly any noise. No birds or buzzing of insects. Only the occasional crackle of singed wood falling in on itself.

Moving like ghosts amongst a graveyard, they find themselves at the center of it all, and still, there are no bodies. Only blackened buildings.

“Captain,” murmurs Brennan. “Look.”

Boromir follows Brennan’s outstretched arm in the direction he indicates. There he finds a partially collapsed building. The door is open, hanging on its hinges, ready to fall off at the slightest gust of wind. Draped across the threshold is a pale arm, hand pressed into the earth as if the person tried to claw their way to freedom.

As a group, they approach, but it is Boromir who dismounts first. Brennan and Alden follow his lead while the others remain where they are. Cautiously, they examine the door and pale arm. Boromir leans in, only to find more the arm and who it is connected to.

It’s a woman.

Brennan kneels beside her, fingers pressed to the inside of her wrist before checking her neck.

Without speaking, Brennan turns in Boromir’s direction and shakes his head.

She’s gone. There is nothing that can be done.

Boromir nods his head, indicating that they should enter. He takes the lead, Brennan at his heels as Alden lingers back a bit near the door. They step around overturned furniture and over fallen beams.

“Touch nothing,” whispers Boromir.

It’s a small space, and reveals little. Bending at the knees, Boromir leans in to examine scorch marks along the floor that look like claw marks.

Behind him—distantly—there is a soft whoosh of air like a change in the wind.

A brief shout—quickly cut off.

Brennan and Alden draw their blades and charge toward the door.

“Wait!” says Boromir but they’re gone.

More shouting. The ringing of metal striking metal.

He sidesteps a beam and comes up short.

“Come out! We know you’re in there!”

Beyond the door are Corsairs. Not a handful. No. There are at least five of them to every one of Boromir’s men. But there aren’t many of his men left.

Most are down.

Boromir can only see about five of them on the ground in front of the house. He doesn’t see the others, but with how calm and unbothered the Corsairs are, they’re likely gone.

“Come out! Last chance. Won’t be lenient if we have to come in there.”

Muttering under his breath, Boromir exits, sword raised high, ready to swing.

The Corsair at the front of the group laughs. His black hair is thick and slightly tangled in a knot at the back of his head.

“Put your sword down. No use fighting.”

Boromir does not relent. He does not lower his weapon.

“A soldier of Gondor does not bow down to those poised to do evil.”

The Corsairs blinks, and then bursts out laughing again. He points, hand gesturing vaguely toward Boromir. “Armor is shiny. Fetch a pretty price.” He tilts his head to the side. “Bring it to me.”

Boromir is alone. Utterly alone.

Five Corsairs descend on him, and Boromir swings, hacking through two and ducking a third blow. This is easy. This is nothing. All the training is now natural, and Boromir is only an extension of his blade.

Until he isn’t.

Until there are far too many to fend off.

He lifts to swing again, but there is resistance in the swing. A pinch that becomes a sting and then bright, blinding pain.

Boromir glances down.

Impaled.

The Corsair holding the sword that sticks from his side grins wickedly before yanking it out.

Red comes with. Surprisingly dark.

The world spins. Boromir lands on his knees, and then all he sees above him is the grey sky.

“Take the armor. Then toss them all in the river.”

Reader

“I know. I know. Quit chiming. Giving me a headache.”

The bell does not cease. It continues to ring—loud and sharp in the small room.

That is its one job. It’s singular purpose. Your father designed it to be so.

The string that connects to the bell runs along a small tube in the ground which leads out to the fishing nets by the dock. Whenever the weight shifts past a certain amount, the bell will ring, indicating that it’s ready to be checked.

Depending on weight, the bell will give a soft chime or a loud one.

Right now, it’s loud. Angry.

And your father isn't here. He's been called away to serve in Gondor's navy. It's just you keeping it together.

When it was just the two of you, the amount of work didn’t seem so bad, but now that it’s just you, checking the nets consistently simply isn’t possible. It takes up too much time in your day, and hauling them up is a two-person job.

But with the bell ringing like it is, you’re going to have to check, even if you know it’ll take up far too much time.

Pushing your hair back and out of your face, you put on a fresh dress for the day. It’s simple. Meant to get dirty from garden work and wet from checking the nets. Grabbing your apron off the back of a chair, you tie it around your waist, exiting into the garden.

Opening the coop first to allow the chickens out, you then pop your head into the small barn.

“Hello, Daisy,” you coo, rubbing the cow’s side. She replies with a soft croon of contentment.

The two pigs snort in your direction but remain where they are. The sheep attempt to stick their heads through the wood slats to reach you.

“Behave,” you scold, pushing Tulip’s head back into the pen. “You’ll get stuck again and I’m not spending my day removing the boards to free you.”

Tulip baas a sharp reply.

Even in the barn you can still hear the bell from inside the house.

It’s misty out. A bit chilly.

The animals need space. They need to walk around and graze, but with the weather like it is, they might prefer to stay inside. Lightly chewing on the inside of your cheek, you decide to open the pens.

“Have at it,” you mutter, knowing you might regret this later when you try to round everyone up.

Following the stone path to the river, you gaze out across the landscape. There are dark clouds in the distance. At first, you think them storm clouds, but they appear far too dark for that.

Everything is odd now. There are whispers. Rumors of a spreading darkness.

But you are completely isolated. You are near no villages or settlements for a league or two at least. Whatever you have heard, it’s from passing travelers on the roads to said villages. When your father was called up, he didn’t know until he took a trip to town. They sent no one to fetch him, and the summons had come months ago.

“Strange,” you murmur, frowning at the dark spot in the sky.

Heading for the lever to raise the fishing nets, you sigh heavily, not wanting to do this at all. This is the part you hate the most. It takes an extreme amount of upper body strength, which is why it is a two-person endeavor.

Without your father to help you, you have to put your full weight behind each downward push.

Wrapping your fingers around the handle of the lever, you go up on your toes, and then allow your body to naturally fall downward, using your weight to crank it.

Everything moves. Turns. Creaks loudly.

You repeat the process until you’re sweating and the coolness of the air no longer kisses your skin with a chill.

Eventually the net begins to rise. Sticks and twigs and dead leaves appear. Not unusual, but there is typically movement in the water at this point. The fish don’t want to be dragged to the surface. They will flop about, the water around them churning with their wiggling bodies.

But there is nothing.

Not—no.

Not fish. Something…else.

Pausing, you step closer to the edge. Falling to your knees, you reach down into the water and push leaves and sticks out the way to get a better lock.

“Uinen’s tears!” you exclaim, jumping back.

It’s a man.

There is a man in your net.

Frantically, you reach out. Using the water’s natural buoyancy, you turn the man over. He is pale, and twisted in the twigs, hair a dark fan around him.

There are no fish. Just him.

With an urgency you didn't possess before, you go back to the lever, heaving yourself against it over and over again until your feel the wood biting into your skin. Once the net is high enough, you unclasp the lock, pushing forward, the net swinging toward you as it comes to hover over the dock.

You reengage the lock, and then the net settles, expanding outward to rest against the wood, opening wide to reveal everything inside.

The man tumbles out. Unresponsive.

Falling to your knees next to him, you push his wet hair of his face. Fingers pressing to his throat, you pray that you will find live beneath them.

There is nothing. Only silence. Not even a flutter.

As you reach up to remove twigs and leaves from his hair, there is a soft brush of breath against the inside of your wrist. Pausing, you bring your hand back, hovering your palm above his mouth.

Waiting.

Nothing.

And then—

It comes again. Soft, but there.

He is alive. This stranger is alive.

With both hands pressed to his chest, you shove down, over and over again. His body convulses, and you dart backward, turning him on his side and he purges brackish water from his lungs.

Coughing, the stranger groans, and you rub his back in an attempt to soothe him. He leans forward a bit, one hand pressed into the wet wood beneath him, cheek firmly squished against the dock.

He’s wearing nothing but plain pants and a tunic. He does not wear boots. Not even socks. From what you can tell, there is nothing that identifies him as belonging to any one person or place.

A stranger in your net.

An unexpected catch.

The stranger takes in big gulps of air, eyes still closed. His hand shakes slightly before he pushes himself onto his back. That is when his eyelids start to open, and you lean over him.

You don’t dare touch him.

“Do I behold an angel?”

You blink, stunned. “A—what?”

Eyelids fluttering, the stranger slips back into unconsciousness.

“Wake up,” you plead, grasping the sides of his face, checking for awareness. “Please.”

His breathing is even, but he’s out again.

Releasing the sides of his face, you survey the rest of him. His clothes are completely soaked, clinging to his skin. They reveal a muscled body beneath. But that isn’t all. On the stranger’s left side, there is a large dark spot in the fabric, and a small tear.

Slowly, you pull it up.

Your heart drops into your stomach.

The wound in his stomach is red and swollen. It’s bad, but might not yet be fatal. You’ve seen far worse. Helped heal worse. A wound like this will take time though.

While part of you wants to understand who this man is, it’s far from the most important thing.

“How am I to carry you?” you ask, as if he can answer.

If he were conscious, the stranger could help. But the man is out cold, and no matter how you try to rouse him, he won’t wake.

You don't want to drag him but you can't carry him.

“Oh, Uinen. Help me.”

Not that you expect an answer. You have to do this on your own.

Leaving the stranger on the dock, you rush back to the house. Grabbing a sturdy blanket, you head for the barn, bridling the horse, and attaching the contraption your father built for towing large objects.

Returning to the stranger, you do your best to push him onto the blanket. You half yank, half roll him onto the blanket before tying everything up.

“All right, Bessie. Forward now. Slowly. That’s it. Good girl.”

Bessie begins her ascent up the path. With the incline and oddly placed stones, she takes it slow, and you stay behind her, taking care to protect the stranger’s head. The process is slow, and takes up precious time, but Bessie makes it to the top.

From there, you guide her as close to the door as possible. Pushing the door wide, you return and detaching the makeshift sling. Bessie is too big to fit into the house, and this is the part where you have to drag the stranger into the house.

At least the blasted bell isn’t ringing anymore.

Your bed is too small. Choosing your father’s, you change course, dragging the stranger into your father’s bedroom.

You bring the stranger to a rest next to the bed. Taking a deep breath, you hook your arms underneath his armpits, and attempt to lift.

You fall right on your butt.

“Angel,” murmurs the stranger.

Leaning to the side, you gently cup his cheek. The stranger’s eyes are slightly open, awareness returning.

“I can’t lift you on my own,” you murmur, unsure if he’ll understand.

But he does.

The stranger nods. He’s a little out of it, but he assists in draping his arm over your shoulders, shifting his weight as you lift his upper half off the ground.

Groaning, you manage to get him partially onto the bed. Grabbing his feet next, you lift his legs, and then he’s in.

The stranger sighs, then winces, eyelids closing yet again.

His clothes will need to be removed and changed. Skin will need to be cleansed and any wounds checked over. The one in his side will likely need to be stitched closed. You’ll need blankets. A fire to keep him warm.

Already, he shivers.

Are there people looking for him? People searching? Or is he utterly alone? No family to speak of.

Lightly, your fingers brush the edge of his hairline. His hair is starting to dry. Small patches have turned auburn. It’s a lovely color.

“Whoever you are,” you murmur. “Wherever you come from. I’ll make sure you return.”

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