#mm v route

[natasha-in-space]

So I'm replaying Ray's After ending rn, and it got me thinking that what I adore so much about Rika as an antagonist is just how damn scary she can be. I always found those who cause harm with good intentions (at least in their point of view) much scarier than those who hurt you with pure intention on hurting you. I think the best example of it is this CG in particular:

Look at that. Such a loving, gentle expression on her face. Probably kissing his forehead. Because she loves him. Heck, without any context, this CG looks even sweet, if you think about it. And yet, all that is while Saeyoung is forcefully sedated on a powerful concoction of drugs even a trained agent like him can't do anything about (and Saeyoung WAS definitely trained to deal with this sort of thing, hence it's mentioned that this is a 'special' kind of drugs). He looks miserable. Bags under his eyes, his expression pained and troubled, even his hair is paler than usual. All that as a direct result of her actions. But she's utterly blind to it. What's scarier, is that she knowingly shuts off her understanding of what's really happening. She's not oblivious to it at all. She just chooses not to see it that way. Simply because she doesn't want to.

Rika is the type of antagonist that will cup your cheek into her warm hand with the most loving of smiles on her face, all while you are getting elixir poured down your throat. Even whispering to you that you're doing great, that the pain will soon pass, and that she can't wait to see you reach the happiness she knows you deserve. I won't be surprised if she even cried genuine tears of compassion during some ceremonies for her believers. All while being the sole reason behind their suffering.

And that's... God, that's terrifying to me. I love that about her.

Rika Kim, they could never make me hate you

[yoosung-ah]

[marshmallowprotection]

If an MC did V's route but platonically, do you think (in theory) we would still able to pursue Ray romantically?

I mean..;;; I know I'm not the only one whose heart was utterly SHATTERED at the 'end' of Mint Eye, to put it lightly;; 😭😭😭😭

What would happen once we realised RAY WAS CAUGHT WITHIN IT????

Would we be able to see him again?? How would we reunite?? Would we be able to??

Would he want to be with us again if he learned that he was the one we truly loved, not V? Would he believe it? And actually;;; would he still love us like he did before, despite everything? 😭

I would burst into tears at the sight of his burns. I would want to run to him and hug him and nurse his scars from any stinging or pain that might still flare up every now and again

I'd cry so hard at it all ;; 😭

I want him to feel safe and secure and loved, because I love him, and I want him to know that I'll love him no matter what - and that I never stopped, despite, the uh. V route. IT WAS NEVER WHAT WHAT YOU THOUGHT, RAY.!!!! 😭😭😭

IT WAS ALWAYS YOU 😭😭

I mean, I do think it's possible to play it that way because it's up to you to decide how you imagine your fantasy scenario. You don't have to follow the games canon to make yourself a happy ending. You can make up anything you want once the curtain's closed, and you know, even before that, you can diverge away from it and explore new and exciting possibilities! 

If you want to view V as a friend and aim to love Ray in V's timeline, there is nothing holding you back from doing so!

I think the most important thing to understand is that you are his first love, and his last love. He can't imagine falling in love with anyone ever again, because you are the one who defined what the world could be like if he believed in something stronger than the torture that was forced into him. You helped him see that there could have been more, but when everybody abandoned him, he felt like there was no chance for him to ever see those days.

Now, the way I like to play this situation out if you romance him instead, is to go with the angle of Saeyoung taking you out of Mint Eye despite your protests to save Ray. 

Because, I do think if you tried to tell them that you wanted to find Ray, they wouldn't let you do it at the time. You made a promise to V that you wouldn't say anything about the fact that the hacker is Seven’s brother, too. So, you are constantly at odds with yourself to reveal the truth to save Ray, and trying to hold yourself together for the sake of everyone around you because you need to be strong for your friends.

I think even if you were able to tell Ray that you wanted to come back for him and you never wanted to leave him, he would still fear that he wasn’t good enough. He won't blame or be upset with you for it. He never is, because he always blame himself when he doesn't think he's good enough. 

He thinks that there was always something more he could do to make it better, even if there was nothing he could do with the hand he’d been dealt. Even if you fought tooth and nail to get back to him, you wouldn’t make it in time. But, make no mistake, you will remain in his heart forever, and he will not be able to go a day without thinking of you and the light you inspired in him. 

But, you're right to be wary of what will happen when the day of the reunion comes. It probably would have taken him that long to not only grow accustomed to the fact that he would have to see his brother again, but the fact that he would have to face you after putting you in a situation where you believed him to be dead.

He would feel so much guilt and shame overdoing that to you. He made you listen to what he assumed might be his last moments, and even if you promised to be there for him because you cared about him, it doesn't change the fact his doing so put you in a precarious situation of pain.

There's a lot you would need to talk about during that reunion, but his biggest fear would be that you would turn him away, not just because of the scars, but because he hurt you in an unimaginable way. 

He would be beside himself if he thought you were dead for that long only to realize that you were safe and sound. He knows he's not entitled to have an opportunity to come back into your life, but if you throw your arms around him the minute you see him that day, he will cry like a baby, and think whatever God that is out there for giving him the opportunity to feel your arms around him once more. 

[odysseussolar]

idk, in v’s route basically all the characters get on my nerves but NO ONE gets in my nerves more than fucking YOOSUNG.

I understand he was close with a mf but god damn, can you shut the fuck up for two seconds. You being there wouldn’t have helped anyone. No, she would not have calmed the fuck down at the sight of you, yes she would do all that shit because she just fucking did it.

MC is literally experiencing it and you’re straight up calling her a liar. And NO she will NOT say hello to her CAPTOR for you Yoosung.

[meenah-chan]

I needed V's route, don't make this much more harder, my babey 😭😭💔💔

[pumpkinrootbeer]

gonna be real i am NOT interested in another new avatar series i just want more korra content like PLEASE expand on those characters before you do a whole nother series waaah ;-;

[thelazyhollow]

~Spoilers for Teo’s route~

So I’ve been lucidly playing through the last week and a half of Teo’s route to finally finish his in time for June and possibly more Harry content..??🤞🏻

and all of a sudden he’s in Mint Eye with his dumb ass of a cousin? Saeren/Ray is there in the garden 🥺 along with V and Rika having a secret conversation and I’m like…

WTF IS GOING ON?! HOW DID WE GET HERE?!

[luc606]

surprise! new fic! it’s rated M so I’ve decided not to cross-post, but you can read it on Ao3 here:

[killjoy-prince]

I feel like parallels could be made with these

[bumperbees]

Craving another otome game….

[madelynraemunson]

author’s note: no but hiking/nature-walk sex with eddie has me in HEAT. also my bf and i like to fuck on hikes sometimes so this is inspired by that concept hehe

cw: 18+ , semi-public sex, THE HANKY STAYS ONNN, unprotected p in v, dom!eddie, sub!fem!reader, cream pie

scenic route

[wc: 421 words]

“can’t believe how loud you’re being for me right now. you want us to get caught, is that it?”

panties to your knees, eyes rolled up to the misty clouds, you’re taking eddie from behind during a “nature walk” he snuck you off to, belly-first and sprawled out onto a nearby log.

“eddie,” you whimper. “fuckeddiefuckeddie fuck…harder, harder, harder!”

he quickens his pace and you’re a mewling mess. you hear him ask you, “how’d that one feel?” followed by a “like that?”, and a “yeah, like that huh?” but you’re already far too fucked out to answer him.

“look at you,” eddie tsks, shaking his head to admire your beauty. “sweet girl getting fucked all silly, she can’t even speak.”

your pussy loves his knowledgeable cock so much, judging by the way it hugs itself so tightly around him, milking him for everything he’s got, and lubricating his thick shaft with the slick of that spongey heat.

“fucking shit…” you whisper as you near your edge. “‘don’t care if people see. need you to keep fucking me, please, eddie…”

knowing you’re close, eddie is further incentivized. his grip on you loosens briefly as he restrains your arms with one hand and reaches for his handkerchief with the other.

smirking to himself, eddie rolls the hanky neatly into a long thin rectangle before nestling it snugly between your teeth. using the leverage he now has, he tugs you up towards him.

“mm!” you cry out in pleasure.

your burning core clenches around eddie as you feel him twitch inside of you. the aggressive sounds of slapping skin echo loudly across the bare wooden field. after a few more knee-buckling pumps into what feels like the base of your cervix, eddie paints your guts with his hot cum, the overflow dripping down your legs and onto the dewy blades of grass beneath.

letting you ride out your orgasm, eddie pulls your lace panties back up for you and straightens out any wrinkles on your skirt you may have acquired throughout the ordeal. when you come to, you can only beam up at him in awe.

“how was that, baby?”

“fucking amazing,” you rave as you and your twinkly eyes lean into him. “you always know how to fuck me so good.”

he issues you a tender kiss on the forehead before standing you back up, smacking his large palm across your ass. it causes you to whimper once again.

“and that,” eddie announces. “is why i like taking the scenic route.”

[natasha-in-space]

All Good Things Must End

Ray/gn!reader;

From the beginning, you trusted Ray with all your heart. He was the embodiment of your fairytale dream come to life. Your respite from all the unappealing troubles of the outside world. But all fairytales have an ending to them. And yours is not as happy as you expected.

CW: brief mention of violence, erratic behavior, depiction of a codependent relationship. This is a Danger Ray fic! Set during V's route. Loosely based on the 7th day outgoing call to V (11:51 AM, after the 'Provoke' chatroom).

Lovely dividers by @/saradika-graphics!

Ray was a good man. A kind man. A fragile man, even. His entire appearance would remind you of a beautiful but delicate flower. So starved for love and warmth, yet so sensitive to every harsh touch of the wind, even the slightest of pushes against its soft petals would make it start to wilt. A flower that needed nothing but some gentle care and love for it to come into bloom. And, of course, you were willing to give him just that. After all, why wouldn't you be? Ray has been nothing but kind and caring towards you, ever since you stepped foot into this strange place, guiding you along the way while holding your hand and not minding any of your clumsy mistakes. He was understanding. Attentive. Curious. Always checking in with you and eager to hear about your day. Never ignoring you or making you feel stupid if you didn't understand a thing or two.

No wonder you found it so easy to open up to him in your short time here. You trusted that he would do no wrong by you. Just as he promised.

At least... that's what you thought. And appearances can be deceiving. Oh, so very deceiving. Now, it felt downright humiliating just how much of a blind fool you really were. How stupidly determined you were to deny and rebuke anyone daring to challenge your views on Ray.

You loyally refused to trust Rika's musings about Ray's 'darkness' during your brief stay with her, dismissing them as nothing but her twisted philosophy that you couldn't even begin to comprehend. You impulsively denied V's numerous warnings not to trust in Ray's sugary words, reassuring yourself over and over again that surely his affections for you must be true and earnest. You turned your back on every nagging suspicion buzzing at the back of your mind during short moments of unrest. You knew in your heart that Ray was a kind, tender boy. He was simply confined to an environment that would exacerbate his worst traits.

And he was only human, right? No one is immune to harmful outside influences being forced down upon them. Anyone could end up in his place one day, even you. It was no reason for you to be hostile and distrustful of him.

Then again, maybe that was just your mind trying desperately to keep you calm in the midst of a horrible storm you found yourself being forcibly thrust into. After all, accepting just how truly bad and out of your control things truly were here... How utterly helpless and vulnerable you were, with no one there to come save you if you needed it... How trapped and isolated you were in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by nothing but miles and miles of lush mountain forests, with no civilization in sight...

Just the thought of it would make a heavy lump of acidic bile rise up to your throat. The sad truth is... Ray simply provided you with feelings of solace and comfort that some deeper, weaker part of you was so desperate for. Losing that was something you were not ready to face yet. He was there by your side from day one. He had a better understanding of you than anyone else did. Of course you would cling to his familiar presence for this brief feeling of stability you yearned for so gravely.

In retrospect, it was always a losing battle for you to try and win. You could have done better. You really, really could have done so much better. Yet it still hit you harder than a sledgehammer to the back of your skull, when the bitter reality has finally reared its ugly head to you, without any regard for your fragile heart.

You resent yourself for hitting that call button despite your gut screaming at you not to. You were already well aware that you would regret doing that, somewhere on the back of your mind. But, in the moment, your worry for your friend overpowered your lingering anxiety. Maybe out of some sense of duty. V made it all the way here, just to save you. You played a big role in his capture, in a way. If it wasn't for you, he wouldn't be in danger. And not knowing a single thing about his whereabouts or even his state was... daunting.

So, you dialed his phone number.

You anticipated that he wouldn't pick up. Maybe you would receive a very brief phone call with him begging you to keep yourself safe, like he always would. Or even just a quick exchange of words between you two that would maybe give you even the tiniest of clues on his whereabouts. Something you could then relay to Seven. Make yourself useful. Actually do something, instead of just sitting there and driving yourself mad with dozens upon dozens of anxious thoughts clouding your mind.

What you received was worse than you could have ever imagined.

It was one thing to hear pained groans, gasps, and raspy coughing on the other end of the line. You already had an expectation that V would not be okay when you hear his voice. It still left your knees feeling weak and your heart lurching in your chest with a dizzying intensity, but you could handle that, to an extent. What you couldn't handle was also hearing a familiar soft-spoken voice that has become an unstated but undeniable source of comfort for you. A voice that was now sounding so cold and angry, that your brain had a hard time comprehending what was happening, seemingly shutting down completely, as you remained deathly quiet for the whole duration of that cursed call.

Ray just was not supposed to be there.

You have heard him get angry before. You have heard him lose his grip on reality before. You have heard him say things you couldn't truly agree with, despite you still going along with them regardless, to avoid causing him any disturbance. Those were all aspects of him you were not blind to. You just actively chose to overlook them whenever they would come up. Something that you probably shouldn't have done.

-But you never heard him be so downright cruel and vicious before. Seemingly not at all disturbed by the very real sounds of suffering from the other living person there with him. Even getting angrier at them.

Like it was something completely normal. Not at all worth getting upset or worried over.

You couldn't wrap your head around the fact that this was the same man that worried himself sick over you simply scraping a knee. He was so caring, so empathetic to you back then... over a small cut, of all things. And now, that very same man was not at all disturbed by such grave suffering happening right in front of him.

No, by the sounds of it... he was actively causing it.

And that's not something you could live in peace with.

The call lasted for a maximum of two minutes. That's the time that your phone would display to you whenever you mindlessly return to it, anyway. But it felt way longer than that. For those two horrible minutes, your ears were ruthlessly subjected to the merciless reality you were so desperate to avoid facing up until that very moment.

The bitter truth was that Ray is not a fragile flower. Nor is he a prince from a fairytale. For, fairytales are not reality. No matter how much you want them to be. He was a man, a human being, just like you. Just like every other person in this building. And much like any human being, he was more than capable of causing harm by his own two hands if he so chooses. In fact, he would do so purposefully. And a victim of his spiraling wrath was no longer some faceless unlucky believer that you could forget about in a matter of hours, despite you genuinely feeling bad for them. No, it was your friend. A friend who fought so desperately to save you, even at the cost of his own safety. A friend you have come to care for in the short time you have known each other.

A friend, you knew for sure didn't deserve to be suffering in the way that he was. By the hands of your other friend you cared for just as deeply.

Such reality was just too cruel for you to bear.

So, you do the most foolish thing of all.

You confront Ray head-on.

"-Y/N, you must be confused... I've done no wrong. I do admit that I... did loose myself for a moment there, but- but it was his own fault! If he just kept quiet and drank the elixir like my Savior has instructed, I wouldn't get so upset with him. And he kept saying his stupid lies... He wouldn't shut up. My head hurt so bad... You have no idea."

You are left feeling sick to your very core by the soft apologetic smile reflected on Ray's face, once you do have a chance to finally face him again. No matter what you say, how hard you try to show him how wrong and cruel his actions really were, it was all completely pointless. For someone so seemingly skittish and subservient, Ray was frustratingly stubborn in his beliefs. It was like throwing a tennis ball at a wall. The more force you put into your throw to get your point across, the harder it just bounces right back into your face, leaving you with the painful sting of your failure.

You shake your head, an ugly mess of emotions steadily clouding your sense of judgment. At some point, you lose track of your location and position. All caution goes out the window. All that remains is a debilitating feeling of betrayal, clutching at your insides like metal rods slowly puncturing your very heart. "It is still wrong, Ray! How can you not see that!? He was suffering, and you just- just-"

The words don't come out of your mouth, obstructed by the suffocating lump stuck in the middle of your throat. You were going in circles now. You have been trying to get through to him for almost ten minutes straight, and still no results. You have to take a moment to try and regain your breathing. A soft glowed hand rests gently upon your chin, causing you to tilt your head to meet Ray's gaze instead.

You are disgusted by the genuine concern etched onto his delicate features. By the unfeigned emotions of nothing but genuine care and affection swimming in his eyes as he looks at you. By the tender touch warming up your clammy skin. All of it is sincere. You know he is not lying to you. Not right now, at least. And that is a sickening realization to come to.

More than anything, you are disgusted by the simple fact that you cannot perceive him as a monster or an angel. Ray is no perfect prince from a fairytale, no matter how hard he may try and appear to you as such.

He's a human.

Just like you.

And this implies that he is capable of all the atrocities that any human being is capable of. As much as he is kind to you, he can also be cruel to others. As much as his hands soothe and tremble when they brush up against yours, they can also hurt and sully those he harbors hatred for. It's not all black and white, as you would like to delude yourself into thinking.

And his actions were truly appalling to you. You couldn't live in your fantasy world anymore. It was sullied. Destroyed beyond repair. Your Wonderland has been corrupted from the start, and you just denied each and every sign of it, until it was too late.

"My prince/ss... It pains me to see you in such distress. Though, your tender heart is another trait of you that I adore," Ray whispers to you softly, his thumb lightly brushing over your cheekbone. He was touching you so gently, it's almost like you were made out of glass. And yet, just a few hours earlier, these exact hands were causing so much suffering to someone you care so deeply about. The thought prompts you to swallow hard and clutch your hands together as they start to shake. He continues, seemingly undisturbed by your lack of a positive response. "-But believe me when I say that that villain is not deserving of your compassion. He tried to take you away from me... To ruin what you and I have built together. I cannot stand by and watch him do that to us. What if you got hurt because of him? I would never forgive myself, if that were to happen."

You shut your eyes, refusing to accept the reality unfolding before you. Everything was wrong. So very wrong. One part of you wanted to scream and shout at him, to make him see the twisted nature of his words by pure unrelenting force if you have to. But there was another part of you that contemplated just giving up and concluding this interaction altogether. The debilitating feeling of helplessness was just too much for you to handle.

You are not allowed to do either of those things, however. Instead, another hand lightly rests on the small of your back, pulling you in towards the source of your distress. And you don't fight it. You feel your forehead come in contact with Ray's chest, his flowery scent filling your senses, as both of his arms are now circling around you. You hear a happy sigh fall from his lips. It all seemed like a very cruel joke on you. A moment that seemed so sweet and touching, bringing you nothing but more hurt and anguish.

Did he really not see anything amiss with any of this?

"I missed you so much, my flower... You know, when I heard that liar try and talk to me like he knew you better than I do, I felt like I might just strangle him right then and there. Make sure he never utters your lovely name ever again." Ray's voice is slightly gruff from how quiet it is against the side of your head. A low hum vibrates in his throat as he nuzzles into your hair like an affectionate cat would, breathing in your scent with all the longing you could possibly ask for. Though, the only thing that comes from his affections is a sickening feeling of dread for you.

"-But I thought of you. I thought of your lovely smile... Your eyes, your voice. I know I shouldn't think like this, but... You gave me more strength than my Savior's words ever did. What I did... I did for you. For us, Y/N." He continues, taking a step back from the hug to look at you. Your gaze is cast low, as you don't reciprocate the gesture. You can't bring yourself to look at him right now. It's hard to even keep yourself from putting your hands over your ears to avoid hearing it all. He gently tilts your head up, however, making it clear that he wants you to look at him. "Please don't be upset... It breaks my heart to see you sad because of that villain."

That's when the dam inside of you finally shatters, all repressed emotions spilling out in a violent wave of hopelessness you cannot bring yourself to stop. You wrench yourself away from Ray's arms, your own hands now clenched into tight fists as you look him directly in the eyes. There's a fire burning ever hotter inside of your chest, and you make no attempt to put it out. You let it take over you completely, consequences be damned.

"Villain?Villain!? Ray, he did all he could to save me! And you locked him up and tortured him for that!"

Your mind is screaming at you to stop. To stop and fix things before they spiral too out of your control.

You're being too aggressive. Too blunt. Too disobedient. Staying safe requires you to be both calm and smart about this. And you are neither of those things right now.

But you don't care.

Even as you see the emotions in Ray's eyes shift from that suffocating affection to a mix of desperation and frustration you know well. He makes a step towards you. You make two steps back. This makes his brows furrow in what you could only assume was dissatisfaction.

You never backed away from him before.

"Save you...? No. No. Y/N, he tried to steal you from me. Poison you with his lies, like he has done to my Savior. He did it to me, too! I'm the one who saved you. I did what had to be done to protect you!" You can actively hear his voice changing from the shaky disbelief at your denial of him to rough desperation to prove you wrong. It's borderline scary how quick those changes are occurring right in front of your eyes. Almost in a blink of an eye. It's yet another blaring warning for you to stop.

One that you ignore.

Instead, your frustration boils up inside of you, making you sneer at his stubborn refusal to see reason: "By hurting him!? By making him choke and gag in pain? What was the point of-"

Your angry line of thought is instantaneously interrupted by a small yeep that slips past your lips, as Ray closes in on you in just a couple of quick steps, grabbing at your wrists with a tight grip. Tight enough to cause you some discomfort. His eyes are wide, and his breathing is noticeably shaky. Like he's fighting to get enough air into his lungs and failing miserably. He yanks you close, making you stumble into him without much time for you to struggle or push back against him. Mostly due to your state of pure disbelief. You never expected Ray to actually do anything to you. And while he wasn't actively hurting you, this was still shattering your perception of him to bits and pieces. Or, what remained of it.

"That was nothing, Y/N. He deserved all of that. He deserved that and more. You feel sad for him? You wish mercy on him?" You are suddenly pushed back against the wall, and Ray's slim form keeps you trapped in this makeshift cage you created for yourself with your reckless actions. Ray's voice grows shakier, yet also significantly lower. It sounded dangerous. Angry. His nose brushes up against yours, as he's leaning so close to you, you can't focus on anything but him. Your breath hitches as you instinctively press yourself up against the wall, the panicked pounding of your heart echoing in your temples. "You have no idea how badly he hurt me. What pain I went through because of that- that-"

You can't help but wince in pain as his grip on you tightens. An action that seems to immediately shake Ray out of his temporary fit of anger, as he gasps and quickly lets go of you, stumbling backwards with a frightened expression painted over his features. You don't even have to look at him to know that he is probably in a less than stable state of mind. You are left staggered, betrayed and confused, as you stand there, eyes cast low, rubbing at your wrists. They didn't hurt. Not much, at least. It's the psychological aspect of it that left an impact of you.

Ray's voice feels muffled as it reaches your ears through the constant flow of thought in your head.

"I- N-No, Y/N, I'm sorry, I didn't want to- Are you hurt?" You can see him taking a step back towards you, hand reaching out for yours, probably to check on your wrists. You can tell he's scared. And upset. Probably guilty. Which makes this even harder for you to grapple with.

Either way, you cut him off, not wanting to hear any more of this. Partially because you understand that staying to listen will only cause you to break further, if it was even possible at this point. Because he sounds so genuine, nervous, and miserable, it makes your heart ache for him despite yourself. Makes you want to look up, smile, and say that you're okay. That you two can figure it out together.

And you don't want to repeat the same mistake twice.

"Just... Leave, Ray." You mutter out quietly, not raising your eyes at him. You sound a bit too soft for your liking, but it'll do. Swallowing, you repeat yourself for good measure. "Please. Leave."

There is a prolonged pause between the two of you. It's almost too lengthy for comfort. Neither of you say anything for a while. But the tension in the air is thick, and it does not fade with time. It only grows. Crawling over you like snakes. There is a fear within you that prevents you from looking at him. A fear of seeing the pain in his eyes. Or, instead, to come face to face with that same anger that felt so alien to you.

Ray finally speaks up. His voice is barely audible.

"...N-No..."

He moves closer to you still. For the second time today, you are finding yourself backing away. But now, you turn your back on him and keep your hands locked where you can see them. You can feel them shaking. With a sigh, you repeat: "Leave."

And, as you soon learn, that was not a very wise choice for you to make.

You're quickly spun around before you can think to act, and Ray's fingers are digging into your shoulders with a disturbing intensity, leaving you little time to react. He's observing you as if you were a wounded animal that was left behind after being hit by a car. Like you're the saddest creature he had ever seen. And, for some reason, that look scares you more than the previous anger he showed you.

"I can't believe this..." He murmurs under his breath, his eyes darting over your figure, almost like he was searching for something physical on you that could be visible to the human eye. But he doesn't find it, and that seems to upset him further. You try to pull away from him, only to get jerked back in again, his hold on you tightening.

Only this time, he does not pay any attention to your visible discomfort. He was too occupied with his own thoughts that you were not aware of. It's like he doesn't even see you. Not fully, anyways.

He holds your chin and tilts your face to examine you more closely. As he does, his shaky breath sneaks over your cheek and causes you to shiver in place.

"He... He poisoned you, didn't he...?"

The hushed murmur sounds so utterly ridiculous that it almost makes you forget about the disturbing nature of this situation for a good moment. Yet, he was completely serious. And he wasn't even talking to you, by the looks of it.

"What? Ray, I-"

"-That's why you are saying all these things to me... That's why you don't trust me anymore." Ray cuts you off as if you were not there, his brows furrowing into a deep scowl, but not one aimed directly at you. One of his hands grips onto your chin, while the other finds your hand and takes it into his own, his fingers sliding between yours. He grasps it tight, in a hold that would feel reassuring, if it wasn't for the circumstances. "My Y/N wouldn't tell me to leave. I should've guessed..."

A shiver of fear runs down your spine. As your outburst of frustration subsides, you slowly start to realize the seriousness of this situation for you, as the fire of anger and betrayal subsides. Now you wish Ray was angry again. At least then he still listened to you. But how can you fix things when he doesn't even acknowledge you?

"-Don't worry," You are brought back to reality by a warm and assuring smile on Ray's face. One that only makes you feel nauseous. He leans in and presses a kiss to your forehead, making your breath hitch. Staying there, he whispers onto your skin, like a secret promise only for your ears to hear. "I will fix it, my prince/ss. I shouldn't have been away from you for this long in the first place... My Savior is far too busy to give you the care and attention you need. But now, I'm here. And I'm not leaving your side again. I promise. I'll make sure you are smiling again."

He does not let go of you again. While your fairytale might have been broken, his has only begun its story. And his happily ever after is not something he will give up on. Even if you did.

[babyisa1]

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ jealousy/TOM

warnings: smut, blowjob, p in v, singular mention of „slut“, unprotected sex, overall a little rough but fluffy ending!

9:56pm

„im going to get a drink, do you want one?“ you ask, the both of you sitting on the corner couch in a club downtown. „no thanks baby“ tom replies, sending you a soft smile as you get up and walk towards the bar. the place was pretty crowded, and the beat of the music vibrated off of the walls as the colourful flashing lights illuminated off of your figure.

you sat on a bar stool after ordering your favorite cocktail, sex on the beach, when you feel someone tap on your shoulder. „hey y/n, god i havent seen you in years!“ a familiar voice exclaims, as they sit on the stool beside you. your face lights up when you see ethan, an old school friend. „ethan?? what are you doing here!“ you reply, pulling him into a warm hug.

time passes, and the two of you have been catching up for about 20 minutes, completely unaware of tom eyes piercing through both of you from the other side of the club. his jaw clenched and the sunglasses in his hand almost snapped at the sight of you and how close you were with the stranger, trying his best to keep calm. any sense of control he had completely dissapears when he catches the man whispering things in your ear while placing his hand on yours, making you giggle.

he storms towards you both, pure rage flowing through him. „who the fuck is this?“ he exclaims, making you jump. „fucking hell tom you scared me“ you remark, taking another sip of your drink. „answer my question!“ tom almost shouts, becoming impatient. „calm down! this is ethan, just an old school friend. we were just catching up“ you reply, a concerned look on your face.

tom sighs out, still not satisfied. he grabs your hand, pulling you towards him. „cmon lets go“ he mumbles, attempting to take you with him as he walks away. to his dismay, you pull back, not wanting to leave. „we only just got here tom! whats gotten into you?“ you respond, trying to escape from his strong grip which just tightens. „i said lets go“ he demands, sending you a look that told you that you werent going to be able to walk for a good couple of days.

you sigh out, grabbing your purse as you wave goodbye to ethan, who has a „good luck with him“ expression on his face. tom drags you through the crowd of people, out of the busy club and onto the path outside, the cold night air hitting you both.

wasting no time, he rushes over to his cadillac, rummaging in his pockets for the keys. „get in“ he mutters coldly, as you open the passenger seat door and sit down, closing it behind you. tom slams his door shut, making the whole car shake. you didnt dare to say anything in an attempt to not worsen the situation. he let out a frustrated sigh as he started the car, turning out of the parking spot.

tom speeds down the highway, driving 20mph over the speed limit. he wasnt stupid though, he took a route that he knew didnt have any speed cameras. „tom, slow down! do you want to get us fucking kille-” „shut up, we will talk when we get home“ he cuts you off, his hand tightening on the gear stick as he pushes it forward.

about 10 minutes later, he pulls into the driveway, silence filling the car as he turns off the motor. he gets out, walking over to your side and opening your door. you take his arm as you both walk towards the front door, opening it.

he swiftly pulls you into his embrace, pushing you against the door which slams in shut in the process. he crashes his lips on to yours, darting his tounge into your mouth and lapping his wetness around yours. „mm..you shouldnt have flirted with that fucker“ he muffles in between kisses, his hand snaking behind your neck to deepen it. you kiss him back, struggling to keep up with the fast and rough pace of it.

he breaks the kiss, catching his breath as he bends down and picks you up, throwing you over his shoulder. he slaps your ass harshly as he walks over to the couch, causing you to hiss in pain. „you obviously haven’t learnt your lesson from last time liebe“ tom mutters, before letting go of you on the couch as you bounce slightly from the drop.

you gaze up at him with doe eyes, faking your innocence when tom knows you are anything but that. „msorry.. he was just a friend i promise baby“ you reassure tom, however he doesnt seem convinced. he grabs your chin, squishing your cheeks slightly but not enough to hurt you.

„no other guy gets to talk to you like that, understood?“ he snaps, letting go of your face. you glup, nodding as his hands reach for his belt. „youre gonna be a good girl and let me use that pretty mouth of yours?“ he taunts, his belt already clanking as it hits the floor along with his jeans. „yes tommy“ you respond obediantly, nodding eagerly as his clothed cock just centimetres away from your face.

he swiftly pulls down his boxers, as his cock springs free and slightly hits his abdomen. god, he was massive. his tip was red and nerdy, pre cum leaking out of it. the enticing smell of his sex lingered in the air, increasing the growing heat between your legs. he groans in satisfaction following the release of his cock, gazing down at you to see it covered the whole length of your face.

he pumped his dick a few times, his hand sneaking behind your head as he pushes you closer. he rubs his tip against your pink lips, smearing the pre cum over them. „open“ he demands, as you quickly oblige, wrapping your soft lips around the crown of his cock. you swirl your tounge around it, causing tom to let out a low grown, before flattening your tounge on his shaft and sinking your head down it. you hollow your cheeks, gagging slightly as his tip nudges the back of your throat.

„fuckk.. such a pretty slut, taking me so well..“ tom mewls, his head lolling back as your warm mouth engulfs him. you moan at his praises, bobbing your head up and down slowly. he grips your hair, forming two messy pigtails as he uses them to guide you. he forces himself into your mouth faster, forming a rough pace as a mixture of your saliva and his pre cum escapes and drips down the corners of your lips.

you place both of your hands on toms thighs, bracing yourself with each harsh thrust. your eyes pricked with salty tears as you felt the oxygen quickly slip away, smudging your mascara. „mm fuck- m‘close!“ he moans, his thrusting becoming sloppy. you help him chase his orgasm through massaging the underside of his dick with your tounge, causing loud squelching noises.

tom lets out a prolonged groan, holding your head in place as he coats your throat white in his hot cum. he pulls his cock out of your mouth, causing you to gasp for air. „shit- you okay baby?“ he breaths out, chuckling. you nod, smirking playfully as your eyes glint in lust.

his loving expression soon turns back to a merciless one, his tounge sneaking out to play with his lipring. he picks you up effortlessly, walking you over to the back of the couch before putting you back down and bending you over. with your ass rubbing against his cock, he hurriedly lifts your dress over your head before quickly unclipping your bra with ease. your tits fall free, and his hands fly to play with your nipples. you gasp, and he uses this as an opportunity to turn your head towards his and slip his tounge in your mouth. your back was flush against his chest as he rolled and pinched your nipples, leaving you a whimpering mess.

you were squirming in his hands, your panties probably soaked by now. you grind yourself against his cock out of impatience, before feeling a strong stinging on your right ass cheek. tom slapped your behind harshly, an annoyed expression on his face. „dont be s’fucking needy, this is a punishment for your behaviour earlier remember?“ tom hisses, his hot breath on your ear spreading goosebumps all over you.

you let out a sigh of relief as tom yanks your panties down, revealing your dripping cunt, his mouth watering at the sight. he rubs his cock between your warm folds, gliding effortlessly before nudging your sensitive clit with his tip. „mm..“ you moan, finally feeling some type of friction.

without warning, tom slams his length into you, a buldge forming in your stomach. „jesu- fuck!“ you almost shout, almost falling forward as tom quickly gathers your hair in a makeshift ponytail and pulls you back towards him. „god- so fucking tight“ tom breaths out, forming a rough pace.

your ass jiggles with each thrust, as toms cock deliciously rams against that gummy spot inside you. tom yanks your hair to the side to gain more access to to your neck, before planting sloppy open mouthed kisses up and down it. „only i can fuck you this good.. shit- isnt that right?“ he growls, drilling himself into you.

you can do nothing but nod, the intense pleasure preventing you from forming proper words. both of your bodies were coated in a thin sheen of sweat as he fucked you relentlessly, one of his hands gripping on your hip so tightly it would for sure leave marks.

„you“ thrust „are“ thrust „mine“ thrust tom breaths out between each harsh snap of his hips, making his possessivness very clear. your moans mirror each slam of his cock, your hair becoming messy and sticking to your face from the sweat.

„mhmm.. fuck- tom!“ you reply, struggling to form words as the tip of his length keeps abusing your favorite spot. his hands graze over your skin from your hips and spread your ass, pushing himself deeper in you. you clench around him in response, earning a loud groan from him.

„fuck baby- do that again“ tom mewls, the sudden tightness clearly having an effect on him. you somehow find the energy to repeat what you did, causing his pace to become inconsistent and sloppy. you grip tightly on the leather couch, feeling your high approach.

„shit m‘gonna cum!“ you manage to blur out, the pleasure slowly building up by the second. tom angles his hips upwards, hitting your g spot juusstt right. „cmon baby.. cum all over my cock“ he groans and he finally sees white, his orgasm washing over him as he shoots ropes of his hot cum into you.

you let out a high pitched moan, sounding almost pornographic as your orgasm hits you like a truck, falling forwards as your knees buckle. tom exhales sharply through his teeth, his movements coming to a halt. „shittt“ he breaths out, watching his cum spill out of your cunt as he slips out, a ring of cum appearing on his cock.

you both chuckle as you gain your breath again, relishing the pleasure. tom walks a few steps to the open kitchen, grabbing a paper towel before coming back and wiping you. you whimper slightly, feeling slightly overstimulated. „sorry baby“ he giggles, turning you around and pulling you into a gentle hug.

he rubs up and down your sides lovingly, pressing soft kisses in your hair. moments later he pulls away, stroking you hair out of your face and gazing into your droopy eyes and fucked out face. „you okay? did i go to rough?“ he asks while planting a warm kiss on your nose.

„not at all.. i have to talk to other guys more often if it means you’ll fuck me this good“ you whisper, smiling brightly. he chuckles, taking your hand and leading you upstairs.

„cmon, lets get cleaned up sweetheart“

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

i realised i kinda use clubs as a setting pretty often ;-; i will lit marry u if u like or reblog, this is only my 5th post i think :)

[marshmallowprotection]

Can you do something with V route Suit Saeran, I rarely see him talked about (heck the earlier ask reminded me he was there in V's route)

Like a situation where MC would be able to meet and talk to him in person, I think it would be cool

In hindsight, it was probably a stupid decision to head back to Mint Eye. 

But, you never wanted to leave in the first place, at least, you never wanted to leave without him. But, now he was gone, and in his place with someone you didn't know, but he knew you very well.

He knew you so well that he said the right words to make you believe going back would be the right decision for you. You wanted to know who this new man was, this man without a name, and he promised that you'd never regret it.

Now, however, with your back pressed against the wall and a pair of lips only inching away from your throat, you knew the only person to blame in that moment was you. He wasn't like Ray, his hair was wild, his eyes were sharp, and there seemed to be a cackle at the end of every single sentence he hissed into your ears.

You didn't hate it, that was probably the most mortifying about about it all.

Ever since you began to talk to him on the phone, the only thing you can think about was how enticing every offer he spoke into reality became something you wanted more and more. You wanted to give him what he wanted if only because it sounded like everything you had ever wanted.

He seemed to know how to pick you apart just from the look in your eyes, and you couldn't blame him for being able to see such a thing, if only because you had been such an open book with Ray. 

"You came back, darlin'," his voice cut through the piercing howl of static that lingered between you. "I knew you would... you wanted nothing more than to play my game... well, c'mon, I'm going to give you exactly what you asked for and you're going to be a good little toy. Just remember, you're the one who came back here and asked for me to play with you."

You shivered. "Please?"

He laughed and laughed. His eyes settled on yours as he leaned back to catch a glimpse of you. "I knew there was something I liked about you."

[doitforbangchan]

hi hi!❤️ could u do a drabble (whenever u have time dw) for abanb when baby and Chan are just having a chill day or just spending time together and sharing cute (or spicy👀) moments and maybe them thinking about their future with having pups soon🥹 I just want them to have pups already like it will be too cute😭.

Hi hi hi! I know this has been sitting in my inbox for forever but i thought that now since it's channies bday it would be the perfect time to write this! it was just too cute an idea and i knew it needed to be for my mans birthday 💖 I went the cute route for this i hope you dont mind

plz enjoy

ABANB drabble 04

"Do you ever think about it?"

"Hmm?"

The night had finally wound down, the pack had just finished celebrating Chan's 27th birthday and the party went late into the night -now morning. Chan always worked so hard for this pack, putting you all first and working himself half to death, so you had wanted to do something special for him and had thrown him a birthday party. Not only had all of us pack members been there but you had done a little digging (as in you asked Felix) and invited his family to attend. 

He was beyond shocked when he opened the front door for whoever was pounding at it to reveal his parents and both of his siblings. Chan mentioned to you a few weeks ago how it’s been almost a year since he had seen them and you knew he had missed them dearly. Plus you had wanted to meet your in-laws and thought it was the perfect time. 

The night was filled with suffocating hugs and laughter as the family caught up with each other and the pack. They were so happy to meet you, especially Chan's mom and sister, both omega women were over the moon to have another omega in the family. It was during dinner while everyone was sitting together and sharing a wonderful meal that Chan's sister Hannah had made a teasing comment about your future kids needing eight different ways to say dad, that had really got your mind going. Everyone had laughed and agreed, with a few of the boys calling dibs on the easy choices. 

Since that moment you could not get the thought of starting a family out of your head. You knew you were ready, you had been ever since you got with Chan in the first place, but you didn’t know if he was. You were still on birth control at his request after all. 

Now everyone else had gone to sleep, and it was just you and Chan laying down on his bed together with the soft glow strip lights illuminating you both. 

“Starting a family.. Having babies.” You whispered, curling up closer to him. “Do you ever think about it?” 

Chan paused for a second then answered you just as softly, “All of the time.” 

“Really?” You rested your chin on his chest and peered up at him, practically purring when you felt his thumb rub your bare hips. He thought you looked so beautiful with your eyes sparking in excitement. 

The alpha chuckled, “Yeah of course. V’ always wanted to be a dad. Now more than ever now that I have the most perfect omega to be their mother.” He nuzzled his nose into the side of your mating gland, taking a big whiff of your pleased scent. “What’s got you all mushy about babies, baby?” 

You shrugged, “Just something Hannah said at dinner. It got me thinkin.” 

“You mean when she said we’d need eight ways to say dad?” 

You nodded, “Yeah it’s been stuck in my brain. Having kids, I mean. Actually it has been a lot lately.” 

“Mm, I see.” He squeezed your hip tenderly, pulling you even closer if it was possible. “You know without a doubt that I want kids with you, and it’s not just me. Changbin actually had a conversation with me the other day about it. About how he wants to be a dad with you as the mother.” 

Your eyes widened and your heart swelled at the thought of Binnie bearing his soul out to Chan about being a father. “W-what did you say?” 

“I will give you the same answer I gave him.” He started, keeping his thumb still rubbing those comforting circles. “There is no definite timeline. We have our whole lives together and it has only just begun. I think we can wait and enjoy each other a little bit more, while we’re still young.” 

“Young? Old man, I think you're past the point of being young.” You teased him lightly, using humor to hide how your delicate feelings were hurt. 

As much as you tried to hide it Chan could smell your change in mood. He left small fleeting kisses on your cheeks, “don’t deflect with a rude joke, baby. It’s ok to be upset, I know how badly you crave being a mom. But just not right now. Soon.” 

You sighed and found yourself nodding along with him, “Ok. I can live with that. Soon.” 

“Soon” He agreed, giving you another kiss. 

“I love you, channie. Happy birthday.” 

“Thank you baby, you’ve made it an amazing one. I love you so much, and am so lucky to have such a thoughtful omega.” You purred at his sentiment. “But just so we’re clear I am so gonna  be daddy.” He gave you a cheesy wink. 

You shoved him lightly, “Yeah yeah old man, keep it pg for the kids.” 

“I am not old!” 

©doitforbangchan

the absolute happiest of birthdays to the literal loml, Chris 💖

[rafeysbby]

plsssss do like a noncon older rafe cameron x young reader. Basically rafe is the reader’s best friends’s dad and she has like a slight crush on him but rafe ends up coercing her or something. I was hoping for something dark but you can go a chill route whichever one you feel more comfortable writing ❤️❤️❤️❤️😊

a/n: thank you baby for this! i would say i had fun writing this but its 1am again and i think i was floating in and out of consciousness while writing this. rip my sleep schedule. (who am i kidding she was already dead)

word count :: 908

cw: 18+ only - mdni, smut, p in v sex, NONCON/DUBCON, age gap (19 years, both characters are of age), use of pet names, slapping, idk what else-

read at ur own risk!!

Knock knock.

Your head swivels around to face the door, the source of the knocks clear when you hear the low, gravelly voice. “Ariana, sweetheart? Can I come in?”

The door creaks open without permission, revealing none other than her father. Rafe Cameron…

Rafe is commonly known as the town's biggest dilf. And sure, he was attractive… he had these piercing blue eyes and a buzzcut that made you foam at the mouth, not to mention his big, bulky arms. And you just knew his dick was big. But no. no, no no- no, no. 

Snap out of it! He's your best friend's father.

God you knew how wrong it was, but you'd spent three years crushing those dirty thoughts inside of your little brain, how hard could it be going forward? Fucking hard. Just like you pictured him being when he fucks y- stop it girl, pull yourself together.

Okay, so it was harder than you thought.

Rafe steps inside the room, peering around and spotting your form curled on the bed. “Oh hey doll, didn’t realize you came in, how’ve y’been?”. You know immediately that he was talking to you and you snap back into reality, “oh i've been good. How about you Mr Cameron?”

“Im doing well doll.” he states, turning to the door to Ariana’s bathroom as it swings open, ari emerging, eyes locking with her dad’s. “Oh hey dad”.

You notice a weird sort of atmosphere as they look at each other for a second. Rafe turning to look at you only serving to worsen the tension in the room. You stare back at him, glancing down for a second but your brain registering it as an eternity. You notice his pants tighten slightly as he looks at you and it causes your thighs to clench subconsciously. You swallow as you notice his eyes still on you. And of course it doesn't go unnoticed by Ari. “what the f-” she mumbles, shaking her head while turning to her dresser to rummage through her make-up drawer, “will you quit eye-fucking her already? God… dad she's half your age!”.

Clearly that doesn't seem to matter to him, his smirk only widening at her comment, “it's only nineteen years, sweetheart” 

“Exactly my point, dad! She's literally only twenty-one!” Ariana retorts, finally turning around to face him, “just- get out, please? I don't want to have this conversation. Not now- not ever.”

And sure as hell, rafe leaves the room, leaving you and Ari in the room. 

“Hes such a fuckin’ perv, im so sorry-”

—

Later that night, you fall asleep on the floor of Ariana's room, pretty comfy in the pile of pillows that are sprawled across the floor beneath you. Both you and Ari are in deep sleep when rafe sneaks into the room, quietly tiptoeing over to where you lay asleep.

“Mm hello pretty girl” he whispers, gently, scooping you up with his big, strong arms, “you're coming with me, doll” you stir slightly as he takes you out of the room, and into his.

“M-mr Cameron?” you mumble as your eyes blink open slightly. “Shh dont panic doll, you're coming with me to have some fun, kay?”

You know, almost immediately, that you have no choice in the matter. You didnt exactly mind, hes hot, as fuck. But he's your best friend's dad- whatever, it's gonna happen and you're gonna enjoy it, you knew that much.

As soon as he shuts the door behind you two, he's immediately throwing you head first onto the bed. He wastes no time in sliding your shorts off your legs, groping and slapping the flesh of your ass. God he was addicted already and he hasn't even seen your pretty little pussy yet. He continues his attack on your now red, stinging ass as you reach back to pull his hands away.

“Such a good girl, already putting your hands where i want them…” he grabs a hold of your wrists, pinning them to your lower back. 

Seconds later, he's pulling down his pants along with his boxers, revealing his already hardened cock. You let out a small yelp as you feel him rub his tip over your clothed clit. “So wet for me already babydoll” 

You physically cannot form words, let alone sentences as you lay there motionless. You wiggle your hips a little, trying to get at least a little friction.

He pulls back slightly but instead of stopping entirely to punish you, you hear him spit, lubricating himself. A few moments later, he aligns his tip with your pussy as he slides your panties to the side. With one swift motion, he’s balls deep in your tight little cunt, stopping to let you adjust to his size.

You were right, his dick was big. 

As you start to move your hips in desperation for movement, Rafe takes his cue and starts to slam in and out of your tight hole, needy, almost pornographic moans leaving your lips with each sweet sound of skin on skin. His brutal attacks on your cervix had you creaming all over his cock in a matter of minutes.

“Thats my good girl-” he sends a tingle through your body as he smacks your ass, “you fuckin’ peep a word to Ariana and i swear to god. Alright?”

You nod frantically, confirming that you were his little secret. His, and only his.

“Thats it babydoll, you did so good f’me”

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