#fairy wink

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

what if i told u. froge

what if. sun n moon but uh. as frogs (y/n is a fairy/sprite)

plot twist, u kiss the frogs and u turn into a frog a SALAMANDER (also the frogs have big crushes on u)

(plot twist im not very good at drawing frogs srry hhhdhfh)

[itzgruvia]

Gruvia fanfiction: hurt/comfort, sad and a little bit of fluff by the end.

Warning: mention of self-harm, depression, anxiety, bullying, and blood.

Original posted in AO3

____________________________________________

Juvia was never one to indulge herself into someone's personal business, unless she was asked for.

She was private herself, and she never wanted to ask for help or advice concerning her anxiety disorder, even if she deeply wanted to seek their comfort, but this isn't about Juvia.

it was about her only lover, her sweet man, and compassionate boyfriend.

Through out their intimacy and romantic relationship-which was still developing- they always tried to share their problems, their insecurities, it has been difficult for both, especially for a person like Gray, always wearing a ghost-like shield to separate his friends from his life.

Juvia could say the same thing about herself, mostly because she doesn't want to bother people.

But they went through this, they discussed about it and how they'll try to lean on each other when it gets too hard, and so far they have been showing a little bit of vulnerability.

At least that's what Juvia thought.

It was a late afternoon, Juvia was finally done with her classes and ready to join her friends in the FT salon room, and end the evening with a nap, she can feel a headache coming to upturn her night.

She wanted to take the stairs rather than the elevator, to get her legs pumping after sitting in the hard wooden chairs in her class, it makes her legs numb and uncomfortable, And once she was about to take the next stairs, she heard murmuring, two people were conversing in hushed tones. it didn't take her too long to realize who thery were.

Gray and Erza, of course no one can miss her orotund voice.

Juvia knows they were having a private conversation, something she shouldn't be listening to, but she couldn't budge from her crouching position ( how did she get to crouch in the first place?).

She wasn't jealous, she is very much confident about that, because she knows better than be jealous of Erza, and despite her overriding imagination and her traumatic past that deprived her from having any trust towards her new friends, she believed that Erza is better than a cheating friend. moreover, she wouldn't do this to Jellal, or Gray or to her.

But Juvia had a feeling that this might be something she had to hear, even if she'll feel guilty after it.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Erza asked, rarely does Juvia get to hear worry laced in her voice.

"Yeah" Gray replied, although it took him a brief moment to do so. Matter of fact, she noticed how tired he got in the last few days, but she didn't worry too much about it, she assumed it might be university loads of assignments.

"You know you can talk to me about anything" she assured the boy, a weird sense of worrisome began to crawl over Juvia; why is she pushing him to speak up? must there be some history that Gray didn't bother to mention to her?

"I am alright Erza... trust me" he responded.

there was quietness for a moment, Juvia urged to take a little peak from where she is hiding but she doesn't want to risk being founded, it will cause problems and Gray might even be disgusted and break up with her and all her friends will find her weird and leave her alone like before-

her exaggerated overthinking stopped abruptly when she heard the rustling of fabrics.

she carefully leaned to see that Erza was rubbing his arm in comfort. It was all peculiar to her.... well maybe not new but unusual, especially to Gray, she isn't that affectionate compared to Natsu and Lucy.

Well, if Juvia were to be general, the Red haired woman was never this gentle with anyone but she has her motherly moments.

so this was very surprising for Juvia, and it made the worrying pit in her stomach stronger.

"If ... you have the idea of doin-"

" I am not going to do it" he retorted, in a rather sharp manner, he sighed after a moment.

"I swear it's nothing like that... I'm just tired" he added, less bothered than before.

"Alright... let me know when you need me, okay?" gripping his shoulder gently, Juvia could see the nod of her boyfriend; he agreed.

once they started to move, Juvia panicked for a second, if they do find her here she'll throw a bunch of stuttering words thus making her look like an idiot and ending her perfect romance.

but instead, they both agreed to take the elevator down to the common room ( which made her remember to go there as soon as she undress from her outfit), fortunately for her, she doesn't have to stand in an awkward anxiety inducing situation.

Once she heard their voices disappearing and the sound of the elevator, she slowly left her hiding place and ran upstairs to her dorm floor, all while her brain is racking through what she had heard.

Gray is hiding something from her and he doesn't want to tell her. That's one thing she is confident about.

But what she doesn't know is the content, what he is going through, is it bigger problem than she can imagine? She has never seen Erza that worried and particulary towards Gray.

it says a lot.

the loud chattering of her friends didn't distract her from her circling thoughts about Gray, he was sitting next her, their knees touching while arguing with Lucy about whatever topic that Juvia didn't bother to listen to.

She doesn't know if she should ask him about it, she feels like she might be pushing him into a corner and making him pour out his stress out and that's not something Gray is found of, she knew that by experience and she doesn't want to make the same mistake.

However, she is scared, what if ... it's a huge thing that concerns his life? She knows that Gray tasted that empty sense of life once when he was young, he told her that and Juvia cried by the end which made Gray nervous.

And what if Gray isn't happy? what if he doesn't want to ... go on anymore? she can't always trust his pretty smile, she can't be reassured by that even if she knows him by the back of her hand.

"Juvia?" her beloved's sexy! voice called out to her, while nudging her knee with his slightly. She snapped out of her haze, and looked at him.

he didn't look all worried but the usual frown on his face slightly changed, something that meant that he was observing her silent demeanor.

once she immediately set her eyes on his beautiful handsome face, she fought against the overthinking of hers. Gray would do that no more, not after what he told her; the fact that she was here with him and breathing with him was enough for him to continue living (his words not hers).

so maybe Juvia is overthinking it.

"what are you thinking about?" , he asked.

she blinked, feeling nervous after she got caught dazing in front of her friends, although she couldn't see Lucy in her spot anymore.

"it's nothing, just some assignments to do" she chuckled to hide the nervousness from her voice, but she knows that she failed just by forcing that small laugh from her lips.

Gray kept looking at her, an invitation to vent about whatever is eating her up, but Juvia doesn't know how she can bring forth a subject that concerns him, plus how can she tell him that she was eavesdropping into a private conversation?

.... it's not like she followed them, it was a coincidence.

However, if she stores this worry to herself, it will haunt her tonight, and she has an assignment test tomorrow, she can't afford to go without sleep in her system (not like she never done that before).

Maybe stating it at first won't make it a problem.

"well... I heard something today" she began, fiddling with her fingers in her lap.

Gray leaned on his arms, his elbows on top of his knees, she felt a little bit comfortable talking with the fond gaze that he is wearing in his face.

"I accidentally heard you and Erza talk about something today, in the staircase.." she told him, not daring to look at his eyes.

"Juvia didn't mean to first of all, but based on the conversation, Juvia is feeling a little bit worried about you..."

she finally glanced at him and she felt the anxiety pile up in her stomach.

Gray's face was... conflicting, like he was scared but he is masking it with anger.

" you were eavesdropping? what the hell Juvia-"

"Juvia wasn't! I was taking the stairs!"

"you never take the stairs!"

"i do when I want to walk!" Juvia never wanted to raise her voice at her beloved, but the way he is taking the conversation was ... nerving, as if he is accusing her of discovering a secret door that holds his deepest scars.

he got up from the coach, ready to leave the conversation, running away from it.

"My love, Juvia was just asking!" Juvia tried to follow after him.

"don't ask questions I won't answer Juvia!" he looked back, harsh expression covering the fear in his eyes.

Juvia gathered a moment to breath in, she doesn't want her anger to control her emotion, but it made her feel so unfair, it was so unfair that she got to share her deepest scars, her trauma, her fear, her joy, her sadness.

and he offered her everything, so why is he pushing her away?

" what is it that you are hiding from me?" she asked quietly.

" I don't need to tell you"

"that's so unfair!" she yelled, her fists clenched from her sides, and she finally blurted it out, in she failed on keep her emotions controlled.

she can see her friends coming through the entrance door, concerned over the raised voices. It is actually way more concerning when it's the rarest couples who fight.

Gray looked taken back by Juvia's tone. She rarely does that to anyone, but if she did it towards him, it indicates that there's something bigger.

"i always reach out to you, even when I am afraid" she continued, she felt her face heat up like a furnace.

" so what are you afraid of?"

the question triggered something in Gray. She can see his usual frown vanish from his face, and for a moment she saw him scared, as if she caught a glimpse over his past self.

but Gray clenched his jaw and turned around to leave, Cana and Lucy didn't try to reach out to him, they just let him leave with their mouth agape from what they've witnessed.

Juvia felt the frustration hitting her at once, clenching her hair tightly, she can sense the painful clutch.

she fell back into the couch, huffing in disappointment.

It turns out asking him was a problem.

Gray is hating himself, no matter how much he blasts the music into his ears, it couldn't block the loud noises in his head.

he admits that this was the worst fight he ever had with Juvia, everything was sudden to him, like a slap to his face, Juvia never yelled at him with anger, actually, she never yelled at anyone before.

but it's his fault anyways, he was defensive because he was a coward, who didn't want to show his scars to her. how could he? Juvia was a gentle soul although she always tries to deny it with her past "Shameful acts" of whatever, but everyone has their own piece of tainted wrongdoings.

Gray doesn't care if she killed someone before, she is still that blinding sunlight that engulfs his cold chest with warmth.

and he is afraid that if he pulls up his sweater and shows what he did to his wrists will make her see him in a different way, whether with disgust, fear, or pity.

he had seen those people before. he met them, and he was friends with them before they stripped him from his secret self-harming and pulled down their masks to reveal their true colors.

pity, disgust, fear...

if only Erza hadn't stopped him in the staircase, if only she wasn't so frightened-

Gray sighed, he pulled his headphones away from his ears.

no he thought, here's no one else to blame but me.

come to think of it, Erza had the right to ask him about his wellbeing, he kind of found it hard to keep on the same damned routine of university, and on top of that the unnecessary load of assignments he has to do, it makes him anxious just the thought of them.

but it doesn't matter now, he had another problem to fix...

Gray was never a fan of communication, and after today? he can sure label himself as the worst at communication, he shouldn't have yelled at her, he shouldn't have looked at her that way, she deserves better.

maybe if he could just end it.

"when you face a problem with someone you love, you harvest your self-hater and think that people deserve much better than you do, and then you end everything."

she heard him coming closer to her place, where she is swinging her legs from the rooftop. She would have been terrified if there wasn't another rooftop built right under it, so the fear of breaking a leg or two from a fall is impossible to happen.

she felt a heavy weight over her body, warmth embraced her as she slowly tugged the coat with her fingers, although she wasn't feeling the cold.

she saw from the corner of her eye,Gray shifting his position over the railing of the roof, leaving his legs dangling similarly as hers. she didn't have the courage to look at his face again, which made her frustrated to death, because the silence hanging between them was driving her mad.

should she say something? should she start by apologizing? she could if the heavy lump didn't pressure her from forming words.

"I'm sorry", she heard him say, oh so softly that made her heart hammer with speed.

why should he apologize when she started this whole mess? she opened her lips to argue against who's fault it was, but he beat her into it, " I didn't mean to yell at you"

Juvia finally turned her head to look at him, he was avoiding her eyes and instead looking blowing them, his black messy hair was moved by the wind of the season, and it made him look so ethereal.

she shook her head instead and looked below them as well. She noticed a small creature-probably a squirell- settling himself in one of the tree branches, enjoying his treat.

"Juvia is the one who is sorry, I shouldn't have listened to your conversation.."

" I could have just explained what you heard instead", this time their eyes locked at each other, she feels the heavy awkward air began to shift away alongside the wind.

she would be lying if she said that she wasn't curious about their conversation because she knows that if they don't discuss it right now she will be left with a sleepless night, yet she doesn't want to push him into pouring down his scars if he doesn't want to.

"Juvia doesn't want to pressure you-"

"I want to."

he interrupted her, and Juvia doesn't have a choice but to listen and give in into her curiosity impulse.

Gray took a breath, and Juvia felt the nervousness seeping from him, so she hesitantly offered her hand towards him, she doesn't know if he is comfortable about it or not, so an offering is better than a bold move, like she usually does.

He looked surprisingly at her hand and smiled slightly, grabbing her hand while interlocking their fingers together, "you usually just hold it, why are you being polite?" he said, pointing out the fact that she is impolite when it comes to showing her affection towards him.

Juvia snort:" for now I'll be polite "

she grasped his hand for reassurance, and smiled at him.

"well.." he began, "since you know that I didn't enjoy my life in Korea, and that I had to work a lot and study everyday like some slave, and why my mental health was dropping all the way down" , he stopped for a moment, breathing in through his nose, and exhaling; and Juvia waited patiently, she could even wait for ages she won't mind.

"I used something so I won't try and kill myself"

Juvia's worrying pit started expanding, making her whole body tense with the thoughts running over her head about her beloved hurting himself.

" I used to self-harm."

the blue-haired girl remembers the feeling of being absorbed by fear, how her whole body freezes whenever she encounters a crowd, how the fright will make her shiver non-stop and her mind draws blank. She is familiar with this.

but she never felt fear choking her being like right now.

self-harm.

just the thought of seeing her lover sinking those sharp razors to his wrist so he wouldn't try suicide as an option, she felt like crying.

Gray broke the eye contact between each other, realizing how much of a shock that might have been to her, she can sense how tightly he is holding her hand right now, as if she would run away from him any moment.

"i am sorry" he apologized, he looked dejected, and Juvia could maybe see a glimpse of his old self.

but why is he apologizing? does he think that she'll run away out of disgust from what he suffered? does he think that Juvia would leave him because he had other means to keep himself from dying?

"Do you think that Juvia will leave you?" Gray didn't glance at her, so she grabbed his chin with her hand, turning his head to look at his grey eyes, they were red, ready to brim with tears. "This isn't your fault, and ju via wouldn't even think of leaving your side after opening up to me."

she can feel the tone of her voice quiver, but she held it because her sweet lover man is the one who has the right to tear about it, not her, no matter how much she wants to.

"you are very brave my love." she said softly, cradling his cheek, which were cold under her hand. she knows that he won't believe it, not now at least, it might need time for him to realize how courageous and strong he is, she is aware that he went through this all alone.

"i am not going to leave you alone, Juvia promises on her life."

the lid broke and everything in it scattered out.

Gray cried silently, and Juvia brought his head into her chest, to cradle him from all the pain and the danger of the world, she can sense her own tears ready to fall like a rain shower.

they held each other tightly under the glimmer of the stars and the dark sky, while the whistles of the wind gave them a bittersweet shiver, but all they could feel was each other's warmth.

Gray wants to not give in into his self-blame tendency, and while it's hard, opening up to Juvia made him feel that something clicked, like a puzzle joining to fill a whole picture.

Juvia completes him.

and so they cried, their fingers still locked together and the time passed not knowing for how long they were in each other's embrace. and nobody broke their heartfelt moment.

[movielosophy]

Sword and Fairy 4 | I believe Uncle Ziying has reason for not teaching me. Why don't you practice first, then you can teach me.

[calim3ro]

Fairy Tail EP 128

[teplomilka]

09 september 2023

yayyy, i love this little guy! let me present you: Twinkerbell! 💛 he is a guardian of all twinks and femboys (*´꒳`*)💕

btw, it's cropped out of my most recent piece - i finally found a nice opportunity to draw some rule63 and it makes me incredibly happy because i wanted to to it for so damn long (TwT)

~ tori☆*

[cheesydelphox]

i wish i could say laharbolt and aziracrow would be best friends but realistically they would hate each other. gay and lesbian hostility.

[jmaas13]

send jan to low fantasy therapy please.

[greedisland-devs]

Is it possible to take an NPC out of the game? I have fallen quite enamored with a lovely lady from Aiai

Unfortunately the only NPCs you can take out of the game (given that you beat it) are as follows:

Fickle Genie (015)

The fairy king from Fairy King's Advice (016)

The imp from Imp's Wink (018)

Gold Dust Girl (046)

Sleeping Girl (047)

Aromatherapy Girl (048)

Miniature Mermaid (049)

Miniature Dragon (050)

The agent from Hideout Realtor (057)

Panda Maid (099)

Your lady in AiAi is likely not an NPC spawned from one of these cards and therefore cannot be taken out of the game.

[cloudbattrolls]

@trolloled

God I love Xrumon and how much he sucks forever. Good thing Ullane will never tell him (or anyone, most likely) what happened in the courts.

[sir-avodoodles]

Today I made a whole comic babyyyy

[wifeyoozi]

Kim Mingyu : Best Friend Rule 57

w.c : 1.6 k ┊ synopsis : the 57th rule of the bestfriend rule book states, "thou must giveth a head to thy bestie in the time of need." ┊ content warning : smut ,, best friends to ...?? ,, blowjobs ,, gn!reader ,, coming down the throat

a/n : mdni !! not completely beta read. This is just me being horny af for mingyu recently.

This is fine, Mingyu thinks. He has shared rooms before. He has shared rooms with you before as well – with his best friend and, for a long while now, his crush. He could do this. He forces his focus on the sappy rom-com movie playing on the cable TV in the hotel room from the fact that you are pressed closed against him on the hotel bed, sharing packet popcorn with him. You are mostly eating it, he's barely even watching the movie.

Some time ago after you settled on the bed beside him, you'd huddled over to him, “Gyu, scoot over. The TV is kinda weird, I can't see properly unless I'm looking right from the centre,” You said as you snuggled against him.

Snuggled against him, until you were pressing your bare thighs to his clothed ones and your arms pressed up till there was a thin sweaty layer in between, your head resting on his shoulder.

He tried to change his position a little, gripping on the comforter tighter around his waist, just hoping you wouldn't notice his, well, little developing problem in his sweatpants.

The movie ended too soon after that and you sighed, “fun movie to waste a Saturday on, no?”

Mingyu hums, about to suggest another movie, because he's a sucker in love who'd spend two more hours suffering in silence in his pants to spend some quality time with his crush.

Instead, you opened your phone screen, reading a text, “uh, the team is doing a campfire night, you wanna join? They brought beer and all.”

“Uhm, no I'll pass tonight. A little tired,” Mingyu said with a smile as you stood up and yawned, stretching your limbs a little. The last thing he wants is to take his little problem outside this room to the rest of the coed basketball team. He'd never heard the end of it from soonyoung, and the thought alone makes him wanna die already.

He watched as you stretched your arms, your shirt sticking tight to your chest, your nipples pebbled under prominently visible. He has never looked away faster. Were you not wearing anything under that flimsy shirt? Were you planning to go to the rest of the team like that? The thought simultaneously made mingyu jealous and turned on and he tried not to let either show up on his face.

“Alright, suit yourself! Don't miss me too much,” you said, winking playfully as you walked outside the room, closing the door behind you.

Mingyu let out a big breath he didn't know he had been holding. He shakes his head before getting up and leaving to the bathroom briefly to get the box of tissues papers. He didn't have lube – of course he wouldn't bring one to his college’s basketball team picnic – so his spit would have to do.

He sighed, taking his aching dick out finally. It's not his ideal style. The bedsheet is scratchy and cold and the headboard hits his head at an awkward angle, but he shifts himself till he's fairy comfortable.

He pulls his shirt to his armpits, fingers of his one hand brushing over his nipple as he spits over his other hand and takes his dick. He gives himself a few lazy strokes, trying to bring his dick to a full erection. He glanced over to where you say beside him, impulsively grabbing your pillow and putting it against his face. Just as he imagined, your perfume lingered on the fabric of it.

He wasn't in a hurry, he knew you would take time if you were going to drink with the boys. He had plenty time.

He thought of you as he stroked himself sensually, occasionally reaching up and flicking and pinching his nipples. He feels intoxicated by your scent in him. He tugs off his boxers till it's pooled around his ankles. He slowly increases his speed, his thumb pressing over the tip where the precum leaked.

He was getting closer to his releasing, your name softly leaving his lips in whimpering whispers.

He heard the door open. Shit.

He has the exact time to either pull down his shirt or pull up his pants before you'd be face to face with him.

Not being able to think properly with his fogged mind, he chose to pull down his shirt instead, leaving his fisted cock out in the open for you to see when you entered.

Your eyes widened, a brown bag in your hand, “i, uhm, thought that, uhm, I'd get us some take out.”

You're flustered, but not as much as him. He is completely frozen, his hand doing little to hide anything about the size or hardness of his cock.

“I-i uhm,”

“That's okay!” You rushed in to say, “I, uhm, I'm your age too! People have, err, urges! That's completely normal, y’know.”

Mingyu is strongly aware of your gaze over his penis as you keep the bag of take out on the floor and climb on the bed beside him. He retreats back of shyness, bringing his knees closer to conceal himself a little.

“Fuck,” he mutters under his breath, “uhm, y/n-”

“Shit, you're, like, so big, mingyu,” you chuckle breathily, pushing his knee away. Mingyu would almost think that it was yet one of his sick fantasies, except it wasn't. Mingyu was aware and proud of his well endowed body, but he never knew the things it would do to him hearing it from you. Suddenly mingyu didn't know what words were.

“Should I help you?” you ask him as if you were offering coffee, “friends help each other, right?”

Friends help each other. Friends help each other with a fucking erections.

“Y/n,” mingyu shudders as your finger gently hovers over his red angry tip. He'd meant to say, don't say stuff you don't mean or will regret later. Instead, the words that slip his tongue are, “don't tease.”

You chuckle slightly, “okay, gyu, I won't,” taking a firm grip of his cock above his own fist. A breathy moan leaves his lips. You meet his eyes once, staring deep before looking back at his dick, “gyu, do you think I can fit your dick in my mouth?”

And that is how kim mingyu (born 1997, sex male) died at the tender age of 21. The team would have to carry his body tomorrow. His tomb stone would say, died of blowjob offers. Mingyu thinks – nevermind, Mingyu can't think anymore. His brain is fogged up with the thought of your pretty pink lips around his cock. Fuck.

“You can try,” he mutters softly. He takes his hand off his dick, allowing you full access. You pushed your hair back and wrapped your soft lips around his head. No foreplay, no kitten licks, no jerking him off. You took him in his mouth directly, pushing your head down till you felt his dick filling up your mouth.

You sucked on the length in your mouth, wrapping your hand the remainder of what you couldn't fit in your mouth. Mingyu groaned, his hands grippinng the sheets tightly. Your mouth was hot and warm and wet. So fucking wet. Your technique is a bit sloppy, but mingyu loves it nonetheless. He'd love anything with you and his dick in a single picture.

You take out his dick from your mouth, looking up at him with red lips and flushed face. Fuck, are you pretty.

“Shit, I didn't know it was this hard,” you say, chuckling, “sucking a dick, I mean. You are as hard as it can be.”

“You've… never given a blowjob before?”

“No, why would I?” It was a dumb question on his end, dumber on yours. Neither of you was thinking straight about it though, so it's fine.

“friends can help each other,” he thoughtlessly echoed your words.

“Well, not any friend,” you chuckled. “You're my best friend, gyu!”

Mingyu momentarily wondered if you were even hearing yourself. It felt like a unspoken bestie rule mingyu was unaware about till now, that you must give your best friend a head in time of need. Because you seemed so serious like this was a normal best-friends activity to do, casually sucking their dick.

“Can you shift here? The angle is awkward like this, I think I can take it better if I kneel in front of you,” you tell him, motioning towards the end of the bed. He nods without even bothering to think, shifting at the edge of the bed till his legs hungoff the bed. You shifted on the floor, in between his legs. You looked up at him, taking his leaking erection in your hand and placing it in your mouth.

You forced your gag reflexes to relax and took him as deep in your throat as you could, till your nose was buried in his pubic hair. You sucked him off genuinely, eyes staring deep into his the whole time. He held your hair back, guiding your head to bob up and down on him. He threw his head back, moaning shamelessly despite being aware of the cheap hotel walls as he recieved what felt like one of the best blowjobs he's ever had.

It didn't take long for him to cum spilling down your throat.

“Shit, I'm sorry,” he took out his dick as you choked on his cum, the remainder of it spurting on your lips and cheeks. You coughed a little but swallowed his cum. Mingyu looked at you with wide eyes, realising what you did.

You grab a tissue paper from the bedside table and wipe your mouth. You flash him a smile, “I'll take a quick shower and then we could continue watching another movies while eating the take outs. Why don't you pick this time?”

“Aren't you going for the drinks by the bonfire with the rest of the team?” Mingyu asks dumbly.

“Nahh, I'll pass. Soonyoung and Chan always end up getting super drunk, causing a mess,” you say, getting up to head to the shower.

If Mingyu saw a super wet spot in your shorts and that made his dick twitch, it's nobody's business.

Though he would be down to give you a head if you needed it after your shower. Isn't that what the besties do after all!

[bbydoll18xx]

I've Got a Wand and a Rabbit

Paige stumbles into a sex shop you work at, and you give her some satisfactory customer service.

Paige Bueckers x reader

Masterlist

Word Count: 1.6k

Themes: sex toys, masturbation, and sex mentioned

A/N: hii so I thought of this idea when I was lounging in my pool and I kinda love it. I have a few ideas for a second part if you guys are up for it

~

“That’ll be 49.95,” you say brightly, your customer service voice on full display, as you carefully wrap an eight inch glass dildo up and put it in a bag. Your customer, a tall, muscular man with shifty eyes and a baseball hat hanging low over his face, quickly swiped his card, avoiding eye contact with you, as you finished the transaction. 

“Have a great day!” You call as he rushes out of the store and into his large pickup truck. 

Ah. The joys of dealing with the closeted ones. It was certainly more appealing than the creepy straight dudes who offered to take you home and prove to you that the vibrators that adorned the entire back wall of the store were not as good as their own dicks. 

That was fucking bullshit.

You had prided yourself in being open with both your sexuality and the joys of sexual pleasure since you were old enough to know what it entailed. And you were not shy about sex or masturbation. It was a totally normal thing. 

You have often referred to yourself as The Fairy Godmother of Orgasms. Each of your friends had been given a vibrator sometime during college, with subtle instructions to learn how to make themselves cum. Because men just aren’t up for the job these days.

So when you picked up a job at the newest, trendiest sex store just outside of Storrs to help make some extra money for school, it seemed like all of the stars aligned. 

You shake your head, giggling at the hilarity of the man’s sheer discomfort and apply a layer of lip gloss to your full, pink lips. There were a few customers lingering in the store but it had been pretty quiet today, as it was the middle of the week. 

A few minutes later, the jinging of the bell on the door alerts you to a group of girls giggling loudly, faces blushing in a way that you had become quite accustomed to seeing in the store. 

College students were your favorite customers, as you loved seeing young women being open about having fun and safe sex lives, and you wave warmly at them.

“Hi there! Just let me know if you have any questions!” You chirp, sending a wink over to the tall blonde girl whose cheeks were the brightest shade of red in the group.

Her face darkens, spreading down the pale skin of her neck as the other girls shove her teasingly, and she almost falls into a rack of lingerie.

Muttering an apology, she fixes the rack, running her hand across her face, glancing back at you before running after her friends where they had assembled in the back of the store. 

Her bumbling behavior amuses you, and it was so unlike her.

You had recognized her from the second she had walked in. Paige Bueckers face was plastered all over UConn’s campus, and you were a victim of the tiktok edits bombarding your phone.

You were a willing victim at that.

Paige was not just a great basketball player. She was also incredibly kind and unusually humble. It also did not help that she was gorgeous, and you were not ashamed to admit that you had thought about those long, nimble fingers and her muscled thighs from time to time. 

Or maybe a little more than that. 

You are pulled out of your increasingly naughty thoughts by loud laughs, and you look over to where KK Arnold is holding up a huge purple dildo.

“Paige, I think this would be perfect for you!” She snorts, sending the other girls into a fit of howls.

You chuckle, putting a hand over your mouth as you observe Paige’s obvious embarrassment from behind the counter.

“God, KK, could you be any louder,” Paige mutters, eyes flickering to where you were pretending not to watch. “Shoulda just bought this shit online.”

“That’s no fun,” Aubrey says, gazing at the section of strap ons with an interested look on her face. 

The bickering continues for a few minutes, with Ice Brady and Aubrey occasionally making a few comments before you decide to go over to the group.

“Is there anything you’re looking for in particular today?” You ask. “I know the selection can be a bit…overstimulating.” You bite your lip as you finish your sentence, inwardly cringing at your provocative choice of words. 

Paige coughs, and KK erupts into another fit of laughter, and before the blonde could even form a word, KK says, “Home girl needs a nice vibrator. She is very single, and the ol’ right hand just ain’t cuttin’ it anymore.”

“Dude, oh my god,” Paige groans, hands once more shielding her face. 

“I totally understand how that is,” you say sympathetically. “Let me show you our most popular vibrators.”

You reach for Paige’s hand, somewhat surprised as she allows you to take it, and you guide her to the back wall. 

“Now this one is a classic. They call it a rabbit because of the cute lil bunny ears, which is great for the clit. And it has a dildo attached, so it’s a two in one type of deal.”

You look up at Paige, trying to gauge her reaction, and she looks completely stunned. Blushing, you put down the brightly colored toy. “I’m sorry if I’m making you uncomfortable at all.”

“No, not at all,” Paige mumbles, a far cry from her usual confidence. “This is all just new to me.”

You nod understandingly. 

“This one might be more your speed. It’s called a wand, and it’s perfect for beginners. Not much of a learning curve for this one,” you say, holding out the box for her to inspect. 

The wand was purple and small enough to throw in a discrete bag, and with a rechargeable battery and its waterproofness, it was a fan favorite. 

“Alright, I think I’ll try this one then,” Paige says, her voice a little more sanguine as the initial embarrassment of buying a sex toy wore off. 

Aubrey, KK, and Ice erupt into loud cheers and a round of applause, and Paige responds by giving them the middle finger.

“You guys are hilarious. You should come in more often,” you laugh.

“Maybe I will if you’re working,” Paige responds, looking you up and down. 

It was your turn to blush, her sudden boldness surprising you, and your heart rate jumps at the idea. 

Paige follows you over to the checkout counter, where you ring up the toy, adding your employee discount for good measure before bagging it up and handing it to her, your fingers brushing up against hers as you do so. The contact sends shivers through your body, and you immediately think of your own toys waiting for you in your bedside drawer. 

You were really going to fucking need them after this shift. 

“Have fun. If you ever have any questions, you know where to find me,” you tease, not wanting this to be the last you see of her.

“I will,” Paige responds, sending you a cheeky wave before leaving, her friends in tow.

“She will definitely be back, don’t worry!” KK exclaims, before Paige pulls her out of the store by the hood of her sweatshirt.

You certainly hoped so.

~

Life continued on the next few weeks as normal. You went to work. You went to class. And you spent even more time with your legs spread thinking about Paige. 

You didn’t necessarily mean for it to happen; it just did. If her face was not completely clouding your thoughts before she had stumbled into the store, it was now. Even your dreams were swirled with images of that long blonde hair and her mouth, her tongue peaking out seductively.

And because you were quite single, you had turned to the toys. 

You were walking through campus, eagerly heading back to your apartment after your lecture so you could enjoy yet another solo session, when you spot Paige, KK, and Jana walking up to you.

KK was leading the charge, enthusiastically waving to get your attention, whilst Paige was trailing behind, a shy smile on her face.

“Well look who it is!!” KK teases, introducing you to Jana, who had a knowing look on her face. She reaches a hand out to you. “I’ve heard lots about you,” she smirks in Paige’s direction, who rolls her eyes.

You wave at the blonde, eyes crinkling from the sun and the excitement of seeing her again. “Sooo,” you trail. “Any issues with it?” 

The question was vague, but all three girls seemed to know exactly what you were referring to, and Paige flushes yet again. She looks at the other two girls, shooting them harsh looks until they hesitantly walk away from the two of you, leaving you with the privacy you were dying to have.

Paige coughs. “Um, I haven’t really been able to figure it out, ya know?”

You try not to laugh. “What’s there to figure out? Just turn it on and go to town.” 

“I tried,” she nearly whines, clearly embarrassed.

“And?” You prod, confused as to what she was so obviously missing.

“I couldn’t, ya know, finish,” she mumbles, looking at you with a small pout.

You wanted to kiss the pout right off those lips. 

“Need some help then? I’m kind of a professional,” you suggest boldly, hoping she was feeling the electricity flowing between you. 

“God, yes,” she breathes. 

It was all over from there. 

~

If anyone was wondering, yes my friends do really call me the fairy godmother of orgasms. And yes I am very passionate about my love for vibrators LOL

I hope you enjoyed!! Do we want a part 2??

My inbox is always open

xoxo katy

[isabellafoster13]

Chapter Twenty-Three: Russian Roulette

WARNING: GAMBLING AND GUN USE! BRIEF MENTIONS OF DEATH AND PREVIOUS PANIC ATTACK!

DISCLAIMER: YOU SHOULD NOT UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES PLAY RUSSIAN ROULETTE! IT IS A HIGHLY DANGEROUS AND VERY STUPID GAME! I DO NOT CONDONE PLAYING THIS GAME!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Rufus stepped out of the bedroom that he was sharing with Midnight, dressed and intending to wait for the other three to rouse themselves and get ready for either more gambling or to leave la Cour de Velours. He walked over to the couch and sat on it, quickly spying a communication lacrima on the coffee table. He reached for it and held it in his hands, deciding to give his friends a call. 

It didn't take long for Sting to pick up. Rufus could see that his Guild Master was at Fairy Tail, the sound of the destructive guild has difficult to miss. Sting greeted him, "hey, what's up man? How's the mission going?" 

Rufus answered, "we've collected a fair amount of keys, but we have many more to go. If I remember correctly, there are eighty-eight keys in all. Lucy currently has," he counted up the keys that Lucy had by now in his head, "thirty-four keys." 

Sting exclaimed, "nice! So, you've got fifty-four left to go!" 

Rufus nodded. He was about to ask how the others were doing when Sting was pushed away and Natsu appeared and questioned, "hey, Rufus, how's Luce? She hasn’t gotten hurt has she?" He stared at the blonde man with a critical eye.

Rufus, unfazed, answered, "she's doing fine." 

"Where is she? I wanna talk to her!" 

"I'm sorry, but she is still asleep. I'll tell her that you wanted to talk to her so that she can call you when she has the time." 

"Fine!" 

It was at that moment that Sting took the communication lacrima back. He grinned at his friend, inquiring, "so, have you made a move yet?" 

"Pardon?" 

"You know what I mean! Have you made a move on Blondie yet?" 

Rufus stared at him with widened eyes, his cheeks heating up in a blush. The question reminded him of Lucy's visit to Sabertooth, about a month ago even though it felt like it was years ago. He remembered having "made a move" by flirting with her and then was about to propose a date when she had been dragged away. He diverted his green eyes as he answered, "I...No, no, I haven't." 

"What?! Well, you better get on that because nearly every member of our guild has a lot of money riding on you getting with Blondie!" 

Rufus looked right back at him, thoughts of dating Lucy gone from his head. "What do you mean?" 

Sting chuckled before he revealed, "we've been betting on who will get with Blondie first. All of Fairy Tail is betting on Freed, Crime Sorciere is betting on Midnight, and Minerva is the only member of Sabertooth who isn't betting on you. She says that she doesn't want to bet at all, but Orga and I are sure that we've almost gotten her convinced to bet on you." 

Rufus sighed before the dragon slayer's words sunk into his brain. He gave Sting a sharp and serious stare as he questioned, "what do you mean that Freed and Midnight are being betted on?" 

"Huh? Well, it's obvious that they've got a thing for Blondie, just like you." 

"What?!" 

Rufus had suspected such, but to have it confirmed was different. He tightened his grip on the communication lacrima as he demanded, "do you know anything about Freed's and Midnight's intentions?" 

Sting hummed before he answered, "I have no idea. Hold on! I'm gonna get Mira!" 

Rufus was alone for not even a minute before Mira hopped in front of the communication lacrima with a big smile on her face. She answered Rufus' previous question, "Freed was planning to get closer to Lucy so that his chances with her would increase, however, Midnight is either unaware of his feelings or is in denial." 

Rufus gave a short hum. He'll have to keep an especially close eye on Freed. Midnight wasn't particularly worrying if he really wasn't aware or accepting of his feelings, but nevertheless, he was still one to watch. The memory-make mage nodded to Mira, silently thanking her for the confirming information, 

Unfortunately, the white-haired woman didn't want to leave just yet. She instantly probed, "so, have you thought about names for yours and Lucy's babies? I have a list if you'd like to hear them! I'm, of course, betting on Freed, but I don't mind helping with baby names..."

As Mira continued on, Rufus silently ended the call. He sat the communication lacrima back on the coffee table. He leaned back, only to jump slightly when he heard Lucy ask, "who were you talking to?" 

Rufus looked over to see the celestial wizard walking over to the couch and sitting on the opposite end from him. He noticed that she was dressed in a long-sleeved, form-fitting, light blue shirt, along with a pair of form-fitting jeans. It was strange to see that she had changed her style of clothing in such a way, but it wasn't his place to question it, so he instead pushed it out of his head and answered, "I just wanted to call Sting and see how everybody was doing." 

"And? How are they?" 

"They're fine. Natsu wanted to talk to you. I suggest that you call him when you have the chance." 

Lucy nodded as she looked down at her bandaged fingers. Rufus followed her gaze. There was a smile on her face, but something about it was sad. His mind went to the previous day, when Lucy seemed to have an attack of some kind. It was a painful thing for him to watch and he wished that he was able to wipe the memory from his mind. He hated that he had just stood there, not knowing what to do. 

Worry wrapped around his heart as he gently asked, "Lucy, are you alright?" 

She looked at him, her smile widening but not reaching her eyes, and she responded, "of course I am. Why wouldn't I be?" 

"Well, considering what things have happened so far, I think that maybe, you aren't as 'alright' as you say that you are." 

"Rufus, I'm fine. I promise. Are you alright?" 

He blinked at her, confused. He didn't think that he had been acting off. "Why do you ask?" 

"You were close to Yukino and Sorano, especially Yukino. How have you been since their deaths?" 

Rufus stared at her, his eyes having widened just a bit. He hadn't thought about it. Perhaps he was just too busy to think about his friends' deaths or he just unconsciously didn't allow himself to think about it, but he wasn't able to give an answer. Wanting to divert the topic of conversation, he stood up and asked, "have you looked at the scroll? It would help us know if there are more keys here are not. I'm not interested in staying here longer than necessary." 

Lucy nodded, "yeah, I did. It didn't change, so I assume that there are still more." 

Rufus nodded before he turned and walked to the bedroom he had previously exited, saying, "I'll wake Midnight and Freed so that we can get a move on." 

Rufus followed behind Lucy as she opened the door and walked into the gambling den. Inside, a small woman was sitting on a chair in the middle of the otherwise bare, dimly lit room. Well, almost bare. The only other piece of furniture was a small table that had a single drawer in it, sitting against the left-side wall. She looked up at the small group and grinned, greeting them, "hello!" She then stood up. The woman appeared to be only slightly bigger than Levy. Her wavy, white hair reached her hips and her blue eyes shinned through the dim light of the room. She was dressed in what looked like a strapless, black leotard. On her feet were black flats. 

"Who will be playing my game?" She gestured toward the chair that she had been sitting on. 

Rufus remembered watching Lucy and Freed play. Knowing that his pride wouldn't allow him to let Freed show him up in being the only one to play besides Lucy, as well as figure out the cheat that Mo and Lilith had tried to pull. He also knew that he could just let Lucy take all of the gambles. So, just as Lucy took a step forward, he surged forward and sat on the chair, shooting Lucy a teasing smirk in response to the surprised look on her face. 

The den owner clapped her hands as she cheered, "yay! I'm happy to play against a good-looking fellow!" 

Rufus gave a small chuckle, "that's kind of you." He then looked back at her asking, "could I see the keys, please? I'd like to make sure that they are real." 

The woman chirped, "yes, of course!" She jogged over to the table. She dragged it over and let it rest a few feet in front of Rufus. She then took her place next to it and opened the drawer just enough to reach her small hand inside. She retracted her hand and handed Rufus two keys. 

The blonde man examined the keys, one at a time. The first one was silver with a blade that was shaped like a bird's head, its beak pointing forward, as though it was in flight. On the circular bow was the black profile of a crow. He tested the validity of the key before he returned it to the den owner, nodding his affirmation that it was real. He then repeated his examination on the second silver key. Its blade was moon-shaped and on the circular bow was a black silhouette of a howling wolf. Once he was sure that it too was real, he handed it back. 

The two keys were slipped back into the drawer as the white-haired woman said, "by the way, I'm Abyzou." 

"I'm Rufus." 

"That's an awesome name!" 

"Thank you. Your name is quite interesting." 

"Thanks!" 

Abyzou smiled down at the blonde man. After a few moments of silence, she stomped her foot. A purple light appeared from beneath Rufus. He looked down to see a purple magic seal underneath his chair. Before he could properly react, purple ropes erupted from the magic seal and wrapped around him, tying him to the chair. Rufus struggled to free himself, but stopped when Abyzou pressed her finger against his nose and cooed, "this is necessary for the gamble." 

"I fail to see how!" He almost shouted at her and shook his head, trying to shake her finger off of his nose. 

Abyzou simply giggled and snatched his hat off of his head. He looked over at the rest of his group, seeing that Lucy, Freed, and Midnight were banging their fists against a wall of purple runes, the sounds of their shouts and the banging of their fists soundless on his end. Abyzou giggled again before she revealed, "they can't pass through that rune barrier, but we can pass through it. It activates once my ropes trap my opponent. Also, they can hear us, but we can't hear them." She swiftly tossed the hat in her hand at the rune wall, Rufus watching as his hat passed through it and landed on the ground beside Lucy.

Rufus gritted his teeth before he shouted, "release me! I'm not doing this!" 

The woman responded calmly, "I'm afraid that that isn't how it works. This is my gambling dem which means what I say goes. You accepted the gamble, so you are stuck going through with it." 

Unable to use his magic to free himself and seeing no other escape besides participating in the gamble, he sighed, "alright. What is the game?" 

Abyzou's grin widened and she reached back into the drawer. She pulled out two dice and handed them to him, asking, "want to check them for loading?"

Rufus nodded, despite not knowing if he would actually be able to. The den owner waved her hand over his left arm, causing the ropes to loosen just enough for him to pull out his left arm, however, that was about it. He turned the pair of dice around in his hand, analyzing for any tampering and weighing them in his hand. When he was sure that they weren't rigged, he handed them back to the woman. In an instant, his arm was being held tightly against his side once again. 

He watched as Abyzou reached back into the drawer, pulling out a small box and a revolver. Rufus's eyes widened and his heart picked up its pace significantly. He demanded, "what the hell are you doing with that?" 

Abyzou stared at him and blinked her eyes at him innocently, answering, "it's for the game, of course." 

This wasn't a game, it was a plot to kill him! Rufus began struggling to free himself again, trying with all his might to activate his magic and save himself. When nothing happened he shouted at Abyzou, "you just want to kill someone! Let me go!" 

The woman sighed and drew back her hand, bringing it down swiftly to deliver a hard slap against the side of Rufus' face. The blonde was silenced, his green eyes still wide in growing fear and surprise. He snapped his head back around to stare at the small woman in front of him. 

Abyzou explained, "the game is a variation of Russian Roulette." She sat the things she had drawn out of the drawer on top of the table before she picked up the black die and continued, "this die will determine how many rounds we will go." She then sat it on the table and picked up the white die. "This die will be rolled at the beginning of each round. Whatever number it lands on, I will put that many bullets in the revolver." She sat the die back on the table and picked up the revolver, toying with it in her hands. "I will spin the cylinder, put the gun to your head, and pull the trigger. If it doesn't shoot, then you will be given the option of me pulling the trigger again or re-spinning the cylinder. If the gun doesn't shoot twice, then we will move on to the next round and I will roll the white die for the new round." She sat the gun back on the table and asked, "understand?" 

Rufus hesitated before he nodded his head. How was this nothing more than a plot to kill? It didn't seem to be much of a gambling game. 

He watched as Abyzou rolled the black die, determining the number of rounds. It rolled on the surface of the table before it landed on one of its sides. Five. Five rounds. Rufus gulped, his heartbeat quick and his stomach already twisting and turning. 

Abyzou then rolled the white die. Rufus watched it intently. Two. Two bullets. 

The woman picked up the revolver and deposited two bullets into the chambers as she announced, "first round." She then turned it around to let Rufus see the position of the bullets. They were right next to each other. Abyzou then closed the cylinder and spun it. When she stopped it, she pointed the gun against the middle of Rufus' forehead, the cold metal sending chills down his spine. Rufus screwed his eyes shut as he waited for the trigger to be pulled and either a click to sound or for his life to be ripped away from him alongside an accompanying bang. 

When the click of an empty chamber reached his ears, he breathed a sigh of relief, but tensed again when he remembered that he was far from finished. He opened his eyes to see Abyzou smiling down at him. She pulled the gun away and asked, "re-spin or no re-spin? Take your time to decide." 

Rufus thought about it, running the math through his head. If the cylinder was spun again, then the likelihood of it landing on an occupied chamber would be the same as it was with the first spin. Two bullets, six chambers. That is a one in three chance that he will die. This means, if the cylinder is spun again, then he will have a 66.7% chance of surviving. 

On the other hand, if he chose for her to not re-spin the cylinder, then he would have a 75% chance of living. The key here is that the bullets were put into the cylinder adjacently, meaning that the two chambers are followed by four empty ones. Either the chamber that the gun is currently on is next to a second empty one, or it is next to a bullet. This gave him a three in four chance that the next chamber is empty. 

Deciding that his odds were better if he chose the second option that she gave, he finally answered, "don't re-spin." 

Abyzou pressed the gun against the middle of his forehead again. Rufus closed his eyes tightly and waited for what would result. 

Click. 

The next chamber was, indeed, empty. 

Rufus opened his eyes and sighed, relieved that the first round was over, but still aware that he had four more rounds to go. 

Abyzou rolled the white die again. Rufus watched it with bated breath. One. One bullet. He allowed a small smile to appear on his face. A one was the best number he could hope for. 

Abyzou took one bullet out of one chamber and spun the cylinder. She then said, "second round," before she pressed the gun to the middle of his forehead. He closed his eyes and waited. 

Click. An empty chamber. 

He opened his eyes as the white-haired woman asked, "re-spin or no re-spin? Again, take your time to choose." 

Rufus didn't need to think about it much. It was just one bullet. He had a five out of six chance. That translated to 83.3%. It was an easy choice. 

"Don't re-spin." 

Abyzou nodded and pressed the gun to the middle of his forehead again. Rufus closed his eyes once more. 

Click. 

The second round ended with another empty chamber. 

Abyzou rolled the white die a third time. Rufus watched it, silently begging it to land on a low number. Three. Three bullets in the third round. 

Abyzou opened the cylinder and deposited two more bullets into it. Before she closed it, she let Rufus see the position of the bullets. The chambers were alternating, with one bullet in the top chamber and two beside the empty, bottom chamber. The den owner closed the cylinder and spun it. She announced, "third round." She then pressed the gun to his head once again. 

Rufus closed his eyes tightly. A bead of sweat rolled down his temple, soaking into his red and gold mask. He waited for his fate to be decided on pure chance. 

Click. 

He opened his eyes and stared down at the table in front of him. He wanted this to end. His hands shook despite being bound against his thighs. He didn't want to do this. He didn't care if it made him a coward, he just wanted to get out of this room and away from this cursed nest of gambling dens! 

Abyzou asked, "re-spin or not?" Was it just him or was her smile bigger and more menacing? Her grin reminded him of the one of sadistic glee that he had seen way too often on Minerva's face. He banished the memory from his mind with a whimper that he hoped nobody, especially Abyzou and Lucy, had heard. He forced his mind to calculate the current probabilities. 

The loaded chambers were arbitrarily located. This left him with a 40% chance of survival if he chose no re-spin. If he chose for the cylinder to be spun again, then he would have a 50% chance of surviving. 

He cleared his throat before he answered, "re-spin." His voice wasn't as strong as he had hoped it would be. It was obvious that his fear was bleeding through. 

Abyzou spun the cylinder again and pressed the gun to his head. Rufus looked up at her, accidentally catching her eyes with his. She stared down at him, a sadistic grin on her pretty face and malice swimming in her bright blue eyes. Rufus, unable to look her in the eye any longer, closed his own eyes and waited, silently praying for another empty chamber. 

Click. 

He released the breath that he had been unknowingly holding. He watched with wide and quaking eyes, his mouth slightly agape to accommodate his heavy breathing, as Abyzou rolled the white die again. 

Two. 

That wasn't a bad number. 

Abyzou took out a bullet. She let Rufus see the placement of the bullets. One bullet in the top chamber and another bullet in the chamber on the left side of the bottom chamber. He flinched when the cylinder was snapped shut. Abyzou giggled as she leaned away. She spun the cylinder as she announced, "fourth round." 

She pressed the cylinder against his head, the metal still cold, but not as much as it was the first time. Rufus closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. He balled his fists as much as he could. He waited.

Click. 

"Re-spin or no?" 

Rufus didn't open his eyes this time. Instead, he kept them screwed shut as his entire body shook within the confines of the magic rope that he was bound in. His mind raced to calculate his probabilities. 

If he asked for no re-spin, then he had a 60% chance of surviving. However, his chances of surviving if he asked for a re-spin were slightly higher at 66.7%. 

He spoke, his voice now having a noticeable quiver to it, "re-spin." 

He listened as Abyzou spun the cylinder again and his trembling body tensed upon feeling the gun press against the middle of his forehead. His lips quivered and his throat clenched. 

Click. 

Rufus accidentally let a choked sob slip. He clenched his teeth and screwed his eyes closed. He couldn't let himself cry. He was already showing way too much weakness. He couldn't unravel completely. He needed to keep hold of what little dignity he had left and maintain what little pride was remaining. The knowledge that he had reached the last round gave him very little comfort. 

He heard the die roll. When it stopped, he peeked at it. 

Five. Five bullets. 

He was dead. He knew that he was dead. 

He closed his eyes and listened as Abyzou loaded the cylinder and spun it. The sound was loud in his ears. Almost deafening. He was tempted to lash out at the sound, feeling strangely angry at the sound and wanting it to stop. 

The gun pressed against his head again. Knowing that was going to certainly die, he was tempted to confess his love to Lucy, but bit his tongue to refrain. She didn't need that knowledge. She didn't need to live with the burden of knowing how he felt about her. He couldn't do that to her, make her feel worse than she does now. He resolved to take his feelings for her to his grave and watch over her as she completed her mission and found the happiness that she deserved. 

Click. 

The silence of the room was deafening to him. Rufus was barely able to register his unbelievable luck in getting an empty chamber. 

"Re-spin or no?" 

That was a stupid question and it could be heard in her voice that Abyzou knew it was stupid. There were no other empty chambers. Rufus knew that all he could do was ask for a re-spin and pray for the mercy that would be the chamber being empty. 

He opened his mouth to speak, but no sound resulted. When he tried again, he choked out, "re-spin." 

The cylinder was spun again and the gun was pressed against his head. 

Rufus tightened his closed eyelids and sucked in a breath before he clenched his teeth so tightly that his teeth started to hurt. Tears welled up from behind his eyelids and his body trembled. His heart was hammering against his chest, a sound that he was able to hear and muffled any other sound that might be heard by the other people inside the room. His hands were balled, his fingernails digging so deeply into his palms that he might draw blood. His breathing was heavy and sweat either soaked into his mask or slipped past it and rolled down the side of his face and dripped off of his chin, onto the rope that prevented any movement he could hope to make. A few whimpers slipped through his pursed lips. 

He waited for the bullet that would bring his death to get released from its chamber. 

A loud bang rang out, reverberating off of the walls of the room. 

Time stopped for Rufus. He was stuck where he was bound in the chair, struggling to hold in the sobs that threatened to escape him. When his mind finally caught up to what had just happened, he slowly peeked open his eyes. As his breath shook audibly, he looked to the side, seeing that the gun was moved just enough for the bullet to miss him. He turned his head around just enough to look at the wall behind him. There was a hole in it, cracks surrounding it. 

Rufus looked back at Abyzou. His mouth was slightly agape and his heartbeat wasn't decreasing at all. His breathing continued to be heavy as tears slipped out of his eyes and soaked into his mask, only a few slipping past his mask and rolling down his cheeks, mimicking the way that his sweat had run down his face. 

When the magic ropes unraveled from around him and disappeared, he fell out of his chair and onto his hands and knees. His breathing became more labored and he was hit by a tsunami-sized wave of relief as he slowly realized that he was alive. The gun had gone off, but he was spared. 

He brought his hands up to feel his face, his fingers brushing against the slight wetness of his mask but not registering it. He heard the sound of something metallic clattering onto the floor in front of him. Still trembling, he looked down to see the two keys on the wooden floor. He looked up at Abyzou and uttered, "w-why..."

Abyzou giggled. It was an infuriating sound that caused Rufus’ hands to itch to punch her into unconsciousness. He looked back down at the keys. 

"Rufus!" 

Lucy's voice was slightly muffled by his ongoing state of shock. He flinched away from the woman's hands when he felt them grip his clothes. He watched with wide, tear-filled eyes as Lucy backed away, her brown eyes matching his green ones. She knelt next to him and held up her hands in front of herself. She muttered just old enough for him to hear, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Rufus." 

Rufus looked up at Freed and Midnight, who both stood behind Lucy. Their faces were clearly fear-stricken and shocked at what had just unraveled in front of them. 

The memory-make mage shook his head as he pushed the keys to Lucy. He stood up and wrapped his arms around himself, muttering as he walked past the three, "let's just go." 

[godnectar]

Yandere himbo? >:)

・✶ ｡ﾟ𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐁𝐎 ;

cw: toxic behavior, bae's hot, oblivious and delusional asf, kinda manipulative, jealousy, violence, guilt tripping,,,, justifications + probably a big ass etc. ( inbox )

𖣠 YANDERE HIMBO who possesses a genuinely warm and friendly demeanor that, along with his looks, easily draws people to him. the pure, charming, and easygoing smile he usually wears making it extremely hard for others to suspect anything about his hidden, darker tendencies — reason why you didn't really made a big deal out of his sudden but innocent looking crush towards you and just felt flattered.

𖣠 YANDERE HIMBO whose loyalty absolutely knows no bounds once you two got together after countless of sweet, sincere compliments, some appealing winks, and a few wholesome dates. he's hopelessly devoted to you, willing to go to extreme lengths to ensure his darling's happiness and safety twenty-four seven.

𖣠 YANDERE HIMBO who's cheerful facade is fast to crumble the next second he perceives someone as a threat to your lovely, fairy tale looking relationship, no matter if it's because of one of your friends getting to touchy or just one of your relatives making a disapproving comment about your choice of a partner. even though, he's also quick to apologize whenever you get mad as the familiar, beefy arms that hold you at night get covered with scratches after he holds your acquaintances in a chokehold deep inside an alley hours prior. unsurprisingly, guilt overcomes you as soon as you glance at his pouty lips and furrowed eyebrows, pained by your anger over his instinctive jealousy.

𖣠 YANDERE HIMBO who as much as he lacks intelligence, probably also lacks comprehension for his actions' severity most of the time, leading him to justify some disturbing things such as his hostility, surveillance and obsessive keepsakes by saying it all comes from his undying love towards you, the light of his eyes.

𖣠 YANDERE HIMBO who genuinely thinks there's nothing wrong with what he does. sure, he might not be the brightest bulb in the box, nor the man with the healthiest mental state you'll meet — the latter being pretty noticeable, especially when you catch on the fearful stares some people send among all the praising others unawarely give — but at least he's trying his best at showing you that his... heart throbs only for his sweetling, right?

𖣠 YANDERE HIMBO who desires with all his heart for you to be as head over heels for him as he is for you, never giving up on trying to make you let down all of your guards to share his innermost yearns, fantasizing about an intense, exclusive and unique connection between you two where both seek to become the other's one and only.

"tell me how much you love me, my dear. need to hear you saying there's absolutely no one in your heart but me."

© godnectar 2023. please do not modify, translate, or repost my works on any platform without my permission.

[doctor-loki-sherlock]

3 of these doodles happened in last Monday’s game, 2 are just doodles and one’s a ref lmao

[toruro]

— ✧ back to december

a part of flower me with love ... an hhu unit x flowers collection !

genre: smut (18+ / mdni), fluff, angst (resolved!), best friends to strangers to lovers

description: it's been four months and twenty-two days since you've last talked to mingyu, however your mother still thinks you two are friends. you don't have the heart to tell her what really happened, and now you think it's time for you to move on. (un?)fortunately for you though, mingyu seems to have other plans.

inspired by back to december by taylor swift!

tags: miscommunication, unrequited love (not fr though), big dick mingyu, sex in a car >_<, riding, fingering, pet names (angel, pretty), creampie :3

w/c: 4.3k

a/n: happy birthday @gyuswhore!!! this fic is for em but if not em and ur reading it i hope u enjoy too. this is like 2/3 plot and 1/3 smut if anyone cares

Normality is bliss.

That’s what you used to tell yourself. That’s what you used to believe.

Normality was bright mornings, crisp air, slow walking down the main street, inhaling the ambrosial scent of freshly roasted coffee beans, and slipping under the fairy lights that hang over the door. It was the warm sound of the overhead bell ringing, permeating laughter in the cafe from all customers, and daisies in a pot by the entrance.

Normality was Mingyu. His bright laugh as you approach the counter, sweet voice as he playfully asks you what drink you’d like, to which you roll your eyes and respond with, “You already know, don’t you?” It was the chuckle he would let out, the wink he flashed at you, murmuring the words, “It’s on the house” (because with Mingyu, it was always on the house), the thanks you give him before stepping back.

Normality was the latte he handed you, rough yet ginger fingers brushing over your palm as he warned you, “Careful, it’s hot,” and the giggle you let out when you stepped back and asked how his morning was going. It was Mingyu telling you nothing special happened yet. It was Mingyu suggesting that you two hang out at the field after he’s done with work. It was you grinning and agreeing in an instant, but only under the condition that he picks you up after your class.

Normality was bliss until four months and twenty-two days ago.

Now, normality hurts like a bitch.

Your mother glances at you from the corner of her vision as you rummage through the fridge. “What’re you looking for?”

“Some bread,” you murmur. “Was really craving a tomato sandwich … Damn, we’re seriously out of white bread?” you ask, giving up with a sigh as you close the door and face her.

She shrugs. “If it’s not in the fridge then I guess so. We’re low on produce too actually … I’d be surprised if you find tomatoes in there too,” she says. You purse your lip, shuffling through the different rows of cabinets to find something to throw together to take for lunch as your mother continues to speak. “You think you could stop by the grocery store after class today and pick up some stuff?”

“Yeah sure,” you reply casually.

“Ah, I wish Mingyu still stopped by with the groceries,” your mother says, and the sudden mention of his name has you halting your movements as you reach for a croissant, before you inhale deeply and go back to doing your own thing.

“Yeah,” you say quietly, clearing your throat after the word comes out horsley.

“You know why he stopped doing that?”

You try not to think about how you still haven’t told your mother that you and Mingyu don’t talk anymore.

“Uhh, I guess uni’s been getting to be a lot of work,” you tell her. “We’re both taking way harder classes so, uh, I guess he doesn’t have the time.”

“Hmm, yeah makes sense. You’re always swamped up in that room of yours ‘cause of work too … haven’t seen you two hang out in a while actually.”

You chew on your lip, staring down at your little bag for lunch and the croissant that sits inside. You wonder if you’ll even have the appetite to eat anything today after this conversation.

“We’re just busy. It’s harder to talk now.” It’s not entirely a lie. Grabbing the bag and picking up your backpack, you turn to face your mother who’s scrolling on her phone. “I’m gonna go now. My first class is starting soon.”

Now, normality is huffing as you get into your car, wishing you had a coffee next to you, but being too full of cowardice to head over to the cafe.

(“Go to a different cafe!” is what common sense would tell you, but common sense doesn’t listen to a love that has been betrayed. No other latte tastes the same, but you know that’s only because no other latte has been made by Mingyu.)

You pick up groceries on the way home.

Now, normality is staring at the daisies that are on display as you walk through the front doors of the store and reminiscing. It’s wondering what once was, and what could have been, if you decided to keep your silly feelings to yourself.

Normality is regretting. Regretting ever opening your mouth and telling Mingyu four months and twenty-two days ago that you loved him, and that you had loved him for not one, not two, not five, but ten damn years, because that was when you two met, and you always loved Kim Mingyu, but you should have known that not once did he love you back. Not how you would’ve wanted anyways.

Normality is wondering. Wondering if Mingyu would still be dropping off groceries if you hadn’t told him that you loved him, if he hadn’t told you he didn’t know what to tell you. Wondering if he thinks of you now. Wondering if he has any regrets. Wondering if he’s okay, but you lost the chance to know the answer to that question four months and twenty-two days ago. Wondering if—

Tomatoes. You need to buy the tomatoes, and the bread, some green beans, spinach, bell pepper, and more cheese, milk, maybe some butter, and—what was it that your mother told you to get? Oh, some strawberries.

You need to get all of these things, but there were no daisies on the list, so how did a bouquet full of them end up in your cart? You tell yourself you picked them up because they’re on sale, but you know the real reason is because you miss Mingyu.

Directing your attention back to the list you were sent on your phone, you hum lowly to yourself as you push your cart through the aisles. Checking items off your notes app, you exist with just yourself, your tomatoes, and fresh daisies as you try and finish these groceries before it gets too late into the evening.

Staring at your screen, you almost don’t notice that the dairy aisle isn’t empty until you bump into someone. “Sorry,” you mutter quickly, “I—” The words get caught in your throat when you see just exactly who you’ve hit.

Averting your gaze quickly, you wonder if Mingyu will respond, but you choose to scurry away quickly instead, because as cowardly as it sounds, you’re not sure if you’re ready to hear his voice again.

You’re not sure why your heart beats so fast when you escape into another aisle. Maybe it’s because you couldn’t read the look on his face for the brief second that your eyes met.

(Ten years of being best friends and you somehow don’t know what he’s thinking. Can four months and twenty-two days really change a person that much? Or did you never know Kim Mingyu in the first place?)

When you get home, your mother asks you where you got the daisies from. You tell her Mingyu gave them to you, because you want to convince her that you two are still best friends, and maybe—just maybe—you’re trying to convince yourself of it too.

You decide to buy a latte five days later. Mingyu never worked the evening shifts, so you’re confident you’ll get one of the other’s as the barista if you walk in past 6pm. Seokmin’s always nice. He doesn’t make the latte’s as sweet as you like—more specifically, as sweet as Mingyu made them—but he’s kind and always cheery.

When you walk in today, the pot by the door is empty. There are no more daisies, and you wonder if this is what has become of normality.

Your eyes glaze over the familiar setting, breathing in the sweet, rusty smell of coffee, and you smile watching all the cafe-goers laugh along with each other in their seats. All is going well, and you’re telling yourself that maybe this new normal isn’t too bad. That you’ve lived with it for four months and twenty-seven days, and so you can live with it longer and—

Your heart plummets when you see who's working the register today.

Maybe you really never knew Kim Mingyu, because you swore he hated the evening shifts, but here he is with a neatly tied apron, smiling while he talks to some girl across the counter. And his toothy grin is so bright and you aren’t sure if you’re seeing things correctly because everything sound has turned to a white rush in your ears and your vision blurs because you are once again awarded the painful reminder that you are in love with Kim Mingyu.

You thought your heart broke right in two back in December, but you hear it crack in this moment and realize that this was the final blow.

There are tears in your eyes, and you don’t know how long you stand there, until you hear your name. Seokmin is calling for you, and when you look up there’s no girl at the counter and it’s just Mingyu and Seokmin staring at you.

And you wonder briefly if you should be glad that Mingyu looks concerned but you don’t have time to dwell on the fact because Seokmin calls for you again—“Hey, are you okay? You—you’re crying”—and fuck, you’ve just humiliated yourself, so with fat tears hitting the dark wood ground you turn on your heel and rush out the door.

You keep thinking and wondering and regretting and you hate it all because regret has become normality, but regret is not a bliss.

You walk down the street, and you keep walking and walking and walking until you realize you forgot where you parked the car but none of that matters because all you’re thinking about is Mingyu’s smile, and how he doesn’t smile at you anymore. And so you walk faster and cry a bit harder until you’re so far down the street you don’t even know where you are anymore but it doesn’t matter because you don’t know who you’ve become.

And there’s footsteps thudding behind you—are you going to get kidnapped now? Fuck, you’ve already had the most horrendous sequence of events that could possibly happen to you in the span of five minutes, and now it’s going to get worse? If this goddamn kidnapper could just target you any other day, then maybe you wouldn’t whip around with tearful eyes, shouting into the dark: “Please don’t kidnap me! I’ll go with you any other day but—Mingyu!?”

His tall figure is hunched over, hands over his thighs as he heaves for breath, craning his neck to look up at you. “Kidnap you? Why in the world would I kidnap you?” he asks through harsh breaths. “Fuck, you walk so fast,” he groans, finally standing up as you furiously wipe your tears away in an attempt to actually make sense of this situation.

“I—” You want to reply, but then it hits you that this is the first time Mingyu has spoken to you in four months and twenty-seven days, and the thought is dizzying. “I don’t know,” you tell him, because you really don’t know. You don’t know a damn thing.

Mingyu looks at you with a look that you, once again, can’t seem to read. “Sorry, I—I wanted to see if you were okay.”

“I’m fine,” you tell him, and anyone would be able to see through the lie but you’re hoping that Mingyu doesn’t pry any further. He doesn’t move, nor does he say anything. “You can, uh, go back now,” you add, rubbing the back of your neck as you stare at the ground. “I’m okay.”

“You—you were crying.”

Opening your mouth to protest, you realize you can’t refute him now. Not when it was so painfully obvious. You choose silence instead, hoping that your apprehension will be enough to drive him away, although it only seems to egg Mingyu on.

You don’t expect the words he blurts out after a few moments of thickness.

“You don’t know how much I wish I could go back to December and change things.”

“Please don’t lie to me Mingyu,” you tell him, and he can just hear from the way you say his name that you are desperately pleading with him. When you finally look up at him with glossy eyes, he wonders how in the world he let things get this far.

“I’m not lying, I—I wouldn’t lie about this.”

“What do you mean by this, Mingyu? What is this?” You cover your face and begin to sob, but not without gasping out words between heavy breaths. “Please don’t do this to me, not again.”

And when you uncover your face and look at him again, he’s got some bewildered look on his face, and you can’t tell what he’s going to say next.

“The girl,” Mingyu starts to say. “That’s my cousin. She was visiting me at work and—”

“It’s not about the girl, Mingyu!” And that’s a bit of a lie because some part of it is about the girl but it’s mainly about you and it’s mainly about Mingyu—mainly about the two of you.

He pinches the bridge of his nose and speaks. “Sorry, I—you’re right.”

Silence once more, before you calm your breaths and shake your head. “You should head back, Mingyu.”

“No I—wait, I just—I’m not lying. I regret everything I did in December.”

“Ming—”

“No, please listen to me. I regret not telling you how I actually felt, but I was so confused,” he tells you, repeating your name. “I was confused and fucking terrified because if things didn’t work out for some reason, then I would’ve lost my best friend but—but I was fucking stupid and lost you anyways. And you know, I wanted to reach out. I wanted to talk to you so bad but then like last week, when I saw you in the grocery store, and—daisies.”

“Daisies?” You furrow your brows.

“Daisies. You had a bouquet of them in your cart,” Mingyu tells you, taking a step forward. “And I know how much you love daisies. Your favorite flowers in the world. I saw them in your cart and thought to myself, fuck, I missed my chance, because I thought you had them for someone else and—”

“They weren’t,” you blurt out. “I-I even told my mom you got me them,” you add bashfully, “because she doesn’t know we stopped … yeah.”

There’s a silence that sits between you two, but you’re starting to realize that silence has become normality and you are no longer content with that.

“Mingyu, do you love me?”

He doesn’t hesitate to respond. “More than you love daisies.”

You laugh through your drying tears. You laugh so hard it makes you cry no longer because of pain but because of happiness, and you shake your head and throw your arms around him. “Kim Mingyu, that is a bold statement.”

“What can I say?” he grins. “I’m a bold man.”

“Where was that bold man for the past four months and twenty-seven days?” you snort.

Mingyu raises a brow. “You’ve been counting?” For a moment your expression falls but then he shakes his head and smiles. “Don’t worry—I’ve been too.”

You two are quick to head back, Mingyu begging Seokmin to hold the first alone for the weekend before taking the wheel of your car and driving you both to your favorite field of daisies.

“Are we going to have sex for the first time in your car?” Mingyu asks with a chuckle, climbing into the backseat from one end while you pile in from the other.

Giggling, you meet his lips for a kiss as soon as the door shuts behind him, arms winding around his thick neck to bring him close. “The way you said that insinuates there we’ll be having more sex after this,” you tell him with a smile before diving back into another tongue twisting kiss.

“Hell yeah,” Mingyu groans against your tongue as you adjust to situate yourself over his lap, hips pressing dangerously close to his. “Gonna fuck you every day if I can. If you can handle that,” he adds.

You roll your eyes, pulling back to help yourself out of the cardigan and shirt you’re wearing. “What makes you think I can’t handle it?”

He only flashes you a toothy grin and quickly glances down at his groin area before winking at you. “You’ll see.”

“Kim Mingyu, you are a little shit,” you conclude despite the way your tummy churns at his insinuation, throwing off your shirt as Mingyu helps you out of a bra.

“I’m not little, that’s for sure … fuck, you’ve got the prettiest tits in the world,” he murmurs, wrapping his arms around your torso to pull you closer so he can plant his lips on the soft flesh. His mouth is warm, tongue tracing constellations over our skin before enclosing one of your nipples with his lips.

Slowly, his tongue traces circles around the stiffened nipple, teeth grazing over it ever so gently before biting down with slight force. “Ah!” you moan out, head thrown back as your hands travel up his neck and into his hair, fisting the thick, dark locks. “‘m sensitive, ‘gyu,” you tell him, shaky-breathed as he pulls his mouth off your tits with a slip popping sound.

“Sorry,” he says with a lazy smile. “Your tits are so nice,” Mingyu murmurs, bringing a hand up to squeeze over your other breast, tweaking the nipple in one hand as your hands begin to play with the hem of his tight fit shirt. “Fuck, can’t believe we didn’t fuck earlier. You know how much time we could’ve saved?” he says, pulling away just for a moment to peel the shirt off his body, revealing his firm, thick torso.

“I wonder whose fault that is?” You roll your eyes.

Mingyu frowns in response. “Don’t remind me … angel, take off your pants. Wanna finger you.”

He doesn’t have to tell you twice, because in an instant your hands are at the waistband of your pants as heat rises to your cheeks upon hearing his words. Just the thought of Mingyu’s thick, longer fingers inside your aching cunt is enough for it to pulse around nothing as you throw your pants to the side and shove your panties to reveal your core.

“Atta girl,”  he murmurs under his breath as you readjust yourself over his lap so that he can have better access between your legs. Slowly, he brings one hand up to your exposed cunt, bringing his middle finger to circle around your gaping hole. “Shit, you’re so wet, angel … so wet for me.”

“Just for you ‘gyu, just for you” you gasp out when he sinks one finger in, rough pads rubbing against your warm, gummy walls.

Now Mingyu occasionally entertains the outrageous idea that he’s well composed, but he’d be a fool to deny that, even though he can turn you to mush in the palm of his hand, you also have him wrapped around your little finger.

You only have to beg him once or twice for a second finger before he’s giving in, wanting nothing more than to spoil you until you can’t even remember what you were asking for in the first place. And naturally, when you finally tell him that you’re ready for more—ready for his cock—he can’t help but grin and comply.

“You think you’re ready?” he asks, slipping his fingers out and shoving them into your mouth so you can taste yourself.

“You think I’m not?” you mumble around his fingers. You pout a little and Mingyu chuckles, leaning in to give you a wet and sloppy kiss before lifting his hips a little.

“You’ll see angel … help me take this all off,” he tells you, and you’re quick to grab at his waistband and yank his pants and boxers down at the same time.

“What are you talking ab—oh.” The words dry on your tongue when you see his cock spring out, from underneath his boxers, the thickness slapping against Mingyu’s abdomen.

It’s fat and long and veiny in all the right places, heavy balls resting at the base of it, the reddish-pink tip smeared all over with his shiny, translucent white precum.

“Yeah,” Mingyu says with yet another chuckle, watching your face as you gaze down at his cock in awe.

“I-is it gonna fit?” you ask incredulously, eyes glancing back and forth between the smirk on Mingyu’s lips and the long length of his cock. Mingyu just shrugs and smooths his hands over your hips, your stomach, and then your neck, pulling you into a deep kiss.

Your stomach flutters, cunt growing more and more needy and wet as the seconds tick by, and the way Mingyu’s tongue flicks against yours only heightens the feeling. When he pulls away, he settles his hands over your waist and directs you right over his cock, and something in you swells with pure arousal with the next words he says.

“Don’t worry angel, I’ll make it fit. You trust me?”

“Yeah,” you breath out, steadying your position as Mingyu uses one hand to guide his heavy length so that the tip points upwards and presses right against you.

“Fuck yeah,” he hisses, and you moan as you feel him sliding against your folds in a slippery, sticky mess. “old onto me, yeah angel? If you want to stop just—”

“Say the word,” you finish for him, placing your hands on Mingyu’s bare shoulders as an attempt to steady yourself, breath hitching as his length pushes into your entrance. “Oh shit, ‘gyu!" you cry out as you begin to sink down on him.

Tears pricking at the corners of your eyes—you can’t even fathom how, even after all his prep, Mingyu still feels like he’s nearly splitting you in half.

“Fuck, pretty—you’re so fucking tight,” Mingyu grunts, helping you nearly impale yourself on his cock. “Fucking fitting inside you so well,” he praises as he bottoms out inside of you, letting your forehead fall to his shoulder as you take deep breath.

Mingyu knows he’s big—knows it’s hard to fit him inside of you—and he’s feels so fucking lucky that he has you—so willing to take all that he’s giving—sucking him in and whining for more. He waits a few moments, only listening to the way your heavy breaths start to grow lighter, until you’re whimpering a soft, “‘gyu.”

He wastes no time in jerking his hips upward, shifting inside of you and battering the inside of your soft walls. You bite down on his shoulder as you push your hips down to meet his thrusts, choking back soft sobs as you feel his cock kiss your cervix with each movement.

“Holy shit,” Mingyu grunts as you begin to bounce on his lap, his length slipping out of you halfway before being plunged right back in with a sopping mess growing on his thighs.

You whine loudly at the overwhelming pleasure that takes over your body, lifting your head up so you could look at Mingyu with your mouth agape and hair stuck all over your burning face, a sheer layer of sweat starting to envelope both your bodies.

Soon, both of your movements begin to grow erratic and sloppy, hips jamming into each other so hard you’d be surprised if you even have the ability to walk tomorrow. You now know why Mingyu was concerned about fucking every day.

“You g’na cum soon pretty? Cum all over my cock? I can feel it angel, can feel your pretty cunt squeezing me.”

“Fuck, Mingyu,” you manage to gasp out, “Yeah, ’m gonna cum—feels so good, so full, so—fuck!”

Mingyu’s cock pulses inside of you and that’s when every detail seems to be heightened to a thousand—as your orgasm racks through you, you seem to feel every curve, every vein, dragging in and out of you to such detail that it has your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you scream out his name.

Mingyu watches you fall apart, surrendering to bliss, and the way your hips are sporadically swiveling over his, your pussy’s wetness coating and creaming his cock has him going into a frenzy. Frantically, he begins to snap his hips faster up into you, your soft moans of overstimulation pushing him to his end faster than he can ever imagine. Watching the way he slides in and out of you is enough to have him cumming, shooting his hot, sticky load inside your warm cunt.

Riding out the last of his orgasm with soft rolls of his hips, Mingyu sighs contently at the feeling of you milking him dry, the both of you looking down at the wet, dirty mess you’ve made where the two of you connect, his cock still throbbing inside of you.

Both of you finally look up at the same time, grinning at each other, and you flop forward resting your head on his chest as he slowly combs his fingers through your hair, other hand running up and down your back.

“Why’d you start working the evening shifts?” you ask Mingyu after your breath has finally leveled. “I thought you hated those.”

“I did, but you stopped coming in the mornings, and I figured it was because of me. I hoped that maybe you would start coming in the evenings so I asked my boss to change my regular shifts just in case.”

“Oh wow, you really do love me.”

“I already told you I do! Even more than you love daisies, remember?”