#the poor boy really needed that he's been through so much -sobs-

[shyalia]

A precious moment from Chapter 26 of The Day the World Broke by @saladmix! I could NOT resist drawing a quick sketch of this moment because it made me squeal and kick my feet, I was so excited! I've been hoping this would happen eventually for soooo long, y'all have no idea. “I think you’ve earned your stripes.”

HECK YEAH, HE DID! Go little Mikey, go!

[j-jinxee]

୨୧ WHAT ENHA – HYUNG LINE – WOULD SAY DURING MAKE UP SEX ⸝⸝⸝

NSFW under the cut! ⊹ Hyung Line x Reader

✦ [warnings — sex obv, swearing, head - recieving, crying, fingering, petnames]

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୨୧ Lee Heeseung

⊳ The way he wouldn't even try to be soft. He'd fuck you dumb until you can't even remember what the argument was about.

⊳ He'd apologise after yes, but not now. For now he's filling you so good you're practically a limp little fucktoy for him :((

⊳ 'you know you can't stay mad at me baby, not when I make you feel this good, huh?'

⊳ 'awh, doll forgot how to speak? That's ok, I'll make you scream again soon bby'

⊳ 'feel me in there bby? feel how fucking deep I am, how well I fill your little cunt'

⊳ You hate that it worked, by the time he was done with you the last thing on your mind was that stupid argument.

⊳ He apologised for how he acted while providing aftercare, quietly but sincerely.

୨୧ Park Jongseong

⊳ Would be all for your pleasure. So incredibly whipped while doing anything to make you forgive him, yet not coming across as desperate.

⊳ So loving and gentle :(( but at the same time bringing you the most pleasure you've ever received in your fucking life.

⊳ 'love you so much bby, all I need is you, always'

⊳ 'I know we fight sometimes but, swear I'm gonna marry you one day'

⊳ He quietly apologised the whole way through, but made sure you knew he was so sincerely sorry by the end of it. Held you through the whole night and wouldn't let you go :((

⊳ Trails heavy kisses down your neck as you cum, whispering how good you are for him everytime, how good you make him feel.

୨୧ Sim Jaeyun

⊳ Poor boys nightmare is coming true :((

⊳ Will plead on his knees to let him eat you out, looking up at you like a lost puppy. Apologising profusely, promising he'll make you feel good.

⊳ Yes you're mad, but you're not stupid, so you reluctantly let him.

⊳ 'fuckkk baby, ' couldn't live without you, I really couldn't'

⊳ 'please bby, I'm so fucking sorry, let me show you- please'

⊳ So scared you won't forgive him afterwards, he means it when he says he couldn't live without you. Everything, your smile, your presence, your sweet little cunt, he needs all of you.

⊳ He's so grateful for you letting him pleasure you through this, n so hard by the end of it but won't dare ask for your help :(( poor boys boxers are drenched in sticky pre, feeling as if he could cry from the contrasting sensations.

⊳ Has you drunk off his tongue by the end of it, took him so long to stop, in fear of what words would come out when you were done screaming his name. Of course though, you forgave him.

୨୧ Park Sunghoon

⊳ Tears were falling as he began to kiss you, the moment was very overwhelming. As much as you wanted to push him away, his touch made everything go quiet.

⊳ When he pulled away, 'I- I just.. I can't do this anymore' you sobbed.

⊳ 'shh I know, I know baby' he whispers, laying you down like a child to sleep.

⊳ 'don't worry, it'll all go away soon'

⊳ Gently pulling down your shorts to slide a finger into your folds. Melting your anxieties away with the pleasurable feeling. Coming back up to capture your lips with his again, putting your soft cries to an end.

⊳ 'm sorry for snapping bby, I know you've been stressed 'm so sorry, you can let go now'

⊳ His sweet words guided you through your feelings, fingers working to tip you over the edge at any second. Quiet kisses and reassuring words, that was him :((

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Hope y'all like this one :33 idk why it's taking me so long to finish my one shots lately but anyway, have this 🤞🏻

[fawnnpaws]

ughhhhh art being hammered by patrick while u ride his face is absolutely the dream

art’s desperately licking you and he is whining and moaning everytime patrick nails his prostate

u cum all over his face and then sit beside him, tweaking his nipples

patrick leans forward, his face close to arts and says “let me taste our girl, baby. kiss me”

and art messily leans up to patrick and they just GO AT IT

like patrick is sticking his tongue into arts mouth and all while you have the pleasure of watching them while you jerk art

patrick finishes inside of him and then the three of u just lay there 😖😖😖😖😖

GODDDDDD the dream really truly

poor art’s been so pent up, he just needs you both to be as close to him as possible. it’s like no amount of touch is enough. he’s gripping your hips and grinding them into his face, fucking and lapping into your dripping cunt with his tongue like he’s trying to actually eat you. his noises are muffled by your pussy, but he’s so loud in bed, especially when patrick fucks him, it doesn’t actually dampen the sound by much. you can still hear his punched out ah ah ah’s in time with patrick’s thrusts, getting louder and louder as they both steadily lose their composure. as cool as patrick likes to play it, you and art are his two biggest weaknesses.

“is he eating you good, baby? making that pussy feel good?” he pants, one hand gripping art’s hip for leverage and the other reaching to paw at your tits.

“feel so good, pat— fuck! he’s being such a good boy,” and that only spurs art on more. he’s doubling his efforts, forcing you over the edge until you’re cumming so hard on his tongue your vision whites out. you try to move, but art keeps you on top of him. keeps suckling on your clit and lapping at your pussy with the flat of his tongue, like he needs to taste every last morsel of your cum before he finally lets you fall boneless beside him.

“jesus - fuck - c’mere, let me taste her on you, baby - did so good making our girl cum,” patrick says as he hooks two fingers behind art’s teeth and pulls him up to smash their lips together. you can see the way their tongues press into each others mouths, again trying to get as close as humanly possible. patrick, trying to suck the taste of you off art’s tongue and art, utterly consumed by patrick being inside both his mouth and hole.

the feeling is contagious. you suddenly need to be close to them again and will your body to move so you’re up on your knees, pressed against your two boys’ sides. you mouth at patrick’s neck first and suck dark bruises into it to show you were there. his breath stutters through his nose and he picks up his pace, the sound of his balls slapping against art’s ass filling the room. its music to your ears. you move to art next, running the tip of your tongue along the shell of his ear and reaching your hand between them to loosely circle his cock.

“this what you needed, honey? such a little slut you can’t go a couple days without cock and pussy?” you tease, nipping at his earlobe.

he nods his head frantically and lets out a choked sob into patrick’s mouth. not daring to move too far away, he whimpers against patrick’s lips, “just you - both - hah - both of you, needed you, just you - please please—”

“you gonna cum for just us, baby?” patrick grins. he’s bullying his cock into art so hard it’s jostling his body and hitting his already abused prostate with every thrust. all art can do is hold on for dear life and let whimpers pour out from the back of his throat. you both love when he gets like this, fucked out to the point of brainlessness.

“be a good boy n make patrick cum too, sweetheart, cmon,” you’re pumping his cock harder now, keeping your hand in time with patrick’s thrusts despite them growing more and more erratic. “let me see my boys cum.”

art breaks out in a full body shiver and cums first, the force of it wracking through him and sending his back bowing before it snaps back and he presses his chest against patrick’s. his eyes roll back and his mouth hangs open as he spills all over your hand. the motion of patrick still fucking him smears it between their stomachs and you help the process along, rubbing your cum covered hand between them.

“oh fuck— he’s choking my fucking dick baby - gonna cum, gonna fucking cum—” patrick throws his head back and fucks through his own orgasm, hips pounding into art’s at a frantic speed. you feel art’s cock do a valiant kick as patrick fills him with cum and his body goes limp at the feeling.

you smile softly to yourself as the two of them grab onto each other and press themselves together, both shivering periodically with aftershocks. you’ve regained some feeling in your legs by this point, so you go wet a washcloth and bring it back to clean them up while they come down. you can’t help but press a kiss into art’s sweaty temple, then patrick’s forehead.

when the three of you are clean, you don’t redress, you rarely do after sex. you just fall into a pile of interlinked limbs and cuddle up against each other. art always passes out first, sandwiched between you and patrick, leaving the two of you to bask in the glow and lean over your pretty blonde to talk or kiss lazily. you think you could live in these moments forever.

[strwberri-milk]

Good Day dear and I hope this message finds you well; Let me first thank you for the Fanfics and time you dedicated to each one, trust that I read most of your content and feel very grateful for it.

I hope you get to have times of ample rests, roof over your head, heartiest of meals and warm kind-hearted souls come your way.

I am not one to boldly ask but for this once I shall; May you perhaps write and angst for the love and deepspace boys about a reader who has died in line of duty as Tara presents them a burial flag from the Hunter’s Association?

I read your terms prior requesting and hope I was able to abide by it; You may decline should you find it distasteful, if it does make the cut please take your time crafting it should it pique your fancy.

🥹🥹 I love you dear and hope for your best wellbeing.

thank you!! im glad you like mt stuff that much <333 very flattered

He will never forgive himself. Even if he knows logically (Rafayel, Sylus, Zayne) there was nothing he could have done to save you from your death just the fact that he wasn't there will always haunt him. Xavier takes your death hard as well, constantly replaying the day over and over in his mind.

When a flag is presented at his door, Tara's face tearstreaked as she mumbles the softest apology she can manage he definitely feels his knees go weak. He doesn't say anything at all at first, simply staring at the fabric that was meant to be some poor facsimile for you before looking back up at Tara in sheer disbelief.

Denial hits him hard. He can't help plan your funeral or even acknowledge the fact that you've died. Instead, he stays in your bed all day and tries to rationalise the hell he's living in, convincing himself that this is all just a bad dream. The funeral itself is awful for him. He doesn't really respond, staring despondently as they lower your casket into the ground. He can barely speak as people try to offer him their condolences, focused more on just how...cold he feels.

Xavier and Rafayel respond with anger. Xavier shuts down even more, becoming incredibly anti-social and honestly, might just quit being a formal Hunter totally. He doesn't need the team to achieve his goal after all and now he's basically waiting out his days until his body gives in to the strain of life. He hunts Wanderers with a vengeance, totally AWOL as he tries to honour your memory through sweeps of his blade.

Rafayel has always been cold and aloof but after your death even more so. Thomas can't talk to him, people can't even enter his exhibitions - he stops hosting them. He'll just waste away in his home, painting your likeness over and over as he tells Thomas to just leave him alone. He fully isolates himself, devoting his entire being to his goal of saving Lemuria because thinking of you hurts far too much. He almost acts like you've never existed but it's a lie - his entire being burns with need for you and every time he looks at his chest he sobs with the memory that his bond will never light up again.

Zayne and Sylus will never stop mourning. Zayne throws himself back into work, doing nothing but research and surgeries. He casually pulls 72 hour days, not bothering to sleep because whenever he closes his eyes, all he sees is your body being lowered. He seems calm and collected on the outside but his normally immaculate office is a mess, papers strewn about as various pills and drinks meant to help him stay away litter every surface.

Sylus gets more brutal with his means, not caring what people say or do. There's no more begging for his forgiveness or asking if he'll go easy on you. Nothing in his life matters anymore because you aren't there to hold his hand. He's cold and callous, and nothing is spared from the sadness that leeches his entire being. The N109 Zone is more terrified than ever, knowing that there's nothing sparing anybody from certain death if they come face to face with Sylus.

[mrs-saturday]

Mon Ange, I Can't Take It | Kinktober Day 1 | Charles Leclerc x Overstim

♥ my masterlist!

♥ pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader

♥ synopsis: Charles gets caught, and you teach him a lesson.

♥ a/n: Hey! Im sorry I've not managed to get any kinktober out, I've been sick in hospital with pneumonia after starting uni again, but I'm back now & gonna post all the dribbles for Week 1!!

Charles just can’t resist misbehaving. Sometimes, you think to yourself, he must enjoy the burning feeling of release in his abdomen as he trains. Vibrator snug against his prostate, you chuckle lowly and turn it up, deft fingers tapping the remote as you watch his eyes widen from the opposite side of the gym. His gaze shoots over at you, desperate and pleading, his face red & forehead dripping sweat, Whether that was from the workout, or the buzz of the bullet vibrator you’d taped to his cock that morning after catching him with his hands wrapped around his dick, desperately pumping over your discarded bra, you weren’t so sure.

“Ufh… Amor…” you heard from behind the bedroom door, the telltale whimpers of your boyfriend softly echoing through the hallway, as you cracked the door to watch. He was sat, spread legs on the bed, and your black bra in hand, wrapped tightly around his desperately aching cock, the precum dripping all over, sending the lace a darker, shinier black. “Mon ange… tu nichons…” he whines, the fabric gliding over his tip as you open the door.

“What was that about my tits, darling? Have you forgotten what we said?” You smirked in the doorway,  towel wrapped around you, as his head snaps up, the sheepish look of guilt and knowing excitement on his face as you walk over, taking the bra out of his hands and raising a brow. “You know what to do, Leclerc. Hands off.” He whined as he saw you reach into the drawer, for a small bullet vibrator and a roll of medical tape. Truth be told, he was REALLY looking forward to this gym session.

Or so he had thought. But the burn of a 5k on the treadmill, and the leaking head of his cock was making this all too much for the Monagasque. His fingers were white-knuckle against the handles of the treadmill, as he looked over and mouthed to you  “Mon Ange… I Can’t Take It Anymore.”

You laugh and give him a nod, and he immediately jumps off the treadmill, and follows as you lead him up to the bedroom, ass swaying as you move up the stairs from your home gym. A soft close of the door is all you need to push the taller man down onto your shared bed, a smirk plastered across your face as he hides himself in the sheets. “Please, amor, I’ll be a good boy” He moans as you skim his gym shorts with your nails, gently pulling down to reveal his poor, aching dick, covered in his own precum. “Please, please just let me cum already… It’s been an hour” his begs fill the room, and your ears, as you giggle and slide your own sweatpants off.

“Only cuz you’ve been so good” You sigh as you straddle him, the warm wetness of your cunt barely making contact with his tip, but sending his hips snapping up into you like some sort of buckaroo. You decide to put him out of his misery, sinking down onto his aching cock as he cries your name, hands gripping your hips as though you’ll slip away if he doesn't. And you don’t start slowly. No. You grind your hips down into the poor man with speed, and with force, eliciting moans and sobs and whimpers, a perfectly manicured hand wrapped softly around his thick neck as you bounce, muttering between your own groans and his ear “You don’t cum till I have. Understood, Charlie?” He nods, evidently struggling to hold himself together.

It doesn’t take you too long to cum, it never does with Charles, but for him it feels a lifetime. He’s writhing and whimpering and whining your name like it’s liturgy. You become a God for him to praise as your walls tighten around him and you nod, feeling the warmth of his seed spill up into you, tears rolling down his face as his nails dig into your hips to form little half-moon shaped bruises. A testament to his adoration of your body.

Once you’re both done, and flopped into each others arms, his hands circle your lower back, gently running over the nail marks as he smiles “Thank you for the lesson, mon ange, I truly couldn’t have held off much longer.”

[sc0tters]

Distance Apart | Nico Hischier

summary: sometimes all you need is your boyfriend, even if that means he has to put his family above his team.

request: yes/no

warnings: swearing, like one mention of blood.

word count: 2.78K

authors note: we are back with the Rosie universe! I miss writing for dad Nico and when I asked you guys said you wanted it in this universe so here it is! we have a bit of angst in it but I like how it got to in the end.

pt 1

You were tired. 

Rosie had decided that she wanted nothing to do with you after you started showing. You were now seven months pregnant with your baby boy and Rosie was hating it. The poor season that the devils were having, left Rosie and you walking on eggshells around Nico who was constantly stressed out. What made it all that much worse was the fact that Nico hadn’t seen you in weeks and now he was on a road trip with the team.

Nico tried everything to convince you to come with him on the trip but as you couldn’t sleep through the night as your back was killing you. To make matters even worse, Rosie was now feeling your nightly pain as she was having nightmares every night. You were running on mere minutes of sleep which was only going to grow less as Rosie started running a fever. 

Yet, still that wasn’t your biggest problem. You were in his cabin in Bern with Rosie as you prepped for the arrival of your new addition. It had been a month since you saw Nico as he came to see you, not hesitating to come during the all star break. But now you were counting down the days until you were no longer a single parent “I know Rosie.” You sighed getting up to hear the sounds of her sobs echoed in the baby monitor. 

Her new favorite thing to do was cry for her father “papa!” Rosie wailed as her lights turned on looking for her father’s face “you know he is home my love.” You ran your hands through your greasy hair that you couldn’t remember when you last got the chance to wash it as it seemed that you had been rocking the messy bun for days.

She continued to cry as her red cheeks meant she wasn’t getting any better “let’s go sit outside.” You offered hoping that her play mat would be enough to calm her down whilst she sucked on one of her old frozen teething toys. The 15 month old clung to your shirt hanging to the faint scent of her father that the shirt still had. You attacked what remained of his closet as nothing from your own seemed to fit anymore “I know I miss him too.” You nodded as you sat her on her mat seeing the picture of her and Nico that sat on the table ahead of you both.

It seemed that the world was on your side as your phone began to ring, causing your gaze to snap from the picture “I will be right back. You announced getting up to grab your phone from the kitchen where you’d get her a teether, hoping it would act like a popsicle. Your phone screen was lit up by Nico’s contact just like he promised to call when he got to Las Vegas. You took less than a second to grip your phone to answer the call “hey schatzi!” Nico shut his door smiling as he got to see your face again. 

You wanted to tell Nico all about the day you had but instead when Rosie let out a cheer you were reminded of who really needed to see him “Rosie I have your dad!” You announced coming back into the living room with both your phone and the frozen toy.

Nico was full of concern seeing how you never even took the chance to speak to him “hi maus.” He cooed sending her a wave as she sucked on the ice piece “papa!” She sent him a toothy smile whilst you held the phone. All the medicine that Rosie needed was her father’s attention. The duo continued this conversation which was primarily just Nico talking to his daughter ass she nodded along like she understood what he said. 

You began to take the moment to shut your eyes falling asleep with your head on the couch as you yawned “maus why don’t you let me talk to your momma?” Nico’s voice combined with Rosie tugging on your shirt it made you look up “hi Nico.” You forced a smile onto your lips.

Being with him for years though Nico knew that you were hiding something “think we should talk about Glasgow.” The Scottish city was in fact where you guys learnt that you were pregnant with Rosie. It was a reminder of the joyous memory, that you now both now used as a code word. Rosie was beginning to want to listen to every single conversation that you guys had, and now used it when you needed to talk about something in private. 

He watched you sit there as you tried to ignore his gaze “schatzi please.” He pleaded as he grew worried for what was going on with you in that moment “play with your toys and I’ll be right back.” You kissed Rosies head as she now seemed content with her practical popsicle.

You made the short walk back to the kitchen wanting to keep Rosie in your sights “how are you?” Nico wanted to drop the team and all of his responsibilities to be with you, as guilt consumed him that he wasn’t with you “and don’t lie to me because I will get my mother to move in there if you do.” The offer was something you then responded with being met with a break up. You did love his parents, but you weren’t going to lose your independence. 

Now though you were a fraction of that strong woman “I miss my sleep.” You began gripping your hand on your stomach as you let out a grunt “schatzi what is it?” Nico was ready to get out soon the next flight to see you.

You raised your hand to wave off his concern “Rosie can’t sleep and my body is killing me.” Your boobs throbbed under your touch as you groaned “you missing our favorite cure for that?” The captain teased, only to quickly realize that you weren’t in the right mood to hear him joke around. 

It was the glare that made him go quiet, opting to regret his sex offer. When you were close to having Rosie you only wanted to climb him like a tree and Nico wasn’t going to stop you as it made you feel comfortable. You groaned again as you were too tired to stay mad at him “I just need this baby out.” Your confession had two meanings, you were done with being pregnant and on top of that you needed your boyfriend back.

Rosie’s rattle echoed as she hit it on the floor “let me talk to my coach.” He could see how drained you looked with the stains on your (his) shirt “absolutely not.” You shook your head refusing to be the reason why he would leave his team “we can survive for the next month without you.” It was clear you were lying and it took Nico everything to keep his mouth shut as he sent you a look of concern.

He wanted to argue but knew that you’d just hang up “there is no harm in wanting a bit of help y/n.” He felt horrible that he couldn’t be there for you, but with your boy coming at the end of the season you both agreed it was best for you to be in Bern. His words made your gaze sharpen “I’m fine.” You snapped making him run his fingers through his hair as he let out a sigh.

The captain hated it when you got all closed up and refused to let him help “just let me in.” Nico pleaded as he watched you shake your head “it is hard to do that when you aren’t here!” You grumbled reminding him of the fact that you were practically alone. Your tone made Rosie cry, causing your head to snap in her direction.

Your fingers rubbed your temples as you groaned “look I need to go get that.” It was the last thing either of you needed as you hung up letting Nico see his reflection in the screen “fuck!” He groaned throwing his phone across his room in frustration.

This time you were lucky that all Rosie wanted was company “papa!” She cried gripping her hands out to hold you “I know honey.” You sighed pulling her into your arms as you began to rock her trying to soothe your upset toddler “I miss him too.” Yelling at him was the first time you felt like you had any kind of control over something in days and now here you were feeling like an ass.

On the other side of the world after sleeping on it Nico was shoving his things back into his suitcase “what are you doing?” Timo furrowed his eyebrows as he walked in to see a disheveled Nico rummaging around his room “I need m-my passport and I can’t.” Nico sat on his bed not knowing much of what to do.

He was grateful that you made him bring it all of his roadies now in case you gave birth when he was gone “but can you breathe for me?” Timo crouched in front of his captain wondering what could have pushed him to this as Nico nodded “then I’m pretty sure you need this if you want to meet your baby boy.” The blonde fiddled with the passport in his hand as he waved it in front of his teammate.

Nico felt his eyes go wide seeing the book he tried so hard to find “it was on the table when I walked in.” Timo explained as he watched the captain get up “my girls need me.” Nico reminded himself of the reason why he was leaving this team “go get ‘em then.” Timo sent the boy a salute as he watched him run out of his room. 

After an argument you and Nico usually didn’t talk until you both calmed down, but now you were sat staring at your phone as you reread the headline Nico Hischier will be taking a leave of absence for personal reasons. Nina sensed your worry as she handed you a cup of tea “I’m sure he is coming here because he wants to check on you both.” You called his sister in tears when you realized you had gone too far in getting mad at him.

You nodded hoping she was right “but what if he just goes back to his apartment instead?” You asked watching Rosie smile at Nina “and it seems like I am the only person she cries around.” You mumbled pushing your head into the pillow behind you.

Nina pulled her niece onto her lap “Nico is in love with you and Rosie loves you too.” She reminded you as she placed her hand on your knee “you are a great mom and don’t forget it.” As you stared at the garden in front of you Nina knew you had every worst case scenario run through your mind as you were a mess. The calmest girl she had ever met was now focused on everything that wasn’t her.

You forced a smile onto your lips as you tried to act receptive to the compliment “look I have to get to work but don’t forget you call if you need anything.” Nina kissed Rosie’s head as she didn’t want to leave you two alone “I will.’ You nodded watching her leave.

After she left you couldn’t shake the fact that you were failing, as a partner, a mother, and even a pregnant woman. So as Rosie went down for a nap you opted for a shower, forcing yourself out of your clothes as you went to shower. As the warm water hit your skin you forgot how great it felt to let the lavender scent of your shower gel invade your nostrils. But not even that soothing scent could calm you down from the pain you felt in your stomach “ahhh.” You moaned running your hand under your belly as something felt off, the water turned a shade of crimson red only making you panic.

Each moment faded into the next as you got out of the shower and grabbed whatever clothing you could find rushing to the door as you picked up Rosie and your delivery bag from the front door. Tears clouded your eyes as you drove yourself to the hospital feeling as alone as ever.

Nico was surprised to see Nina stood at the airport waiting for him, but when he saw the fear in her eyes he knew something was wrong “the baby is coming.” His mom had come to the hospital after she was called with Rosie needing supervision “no we still have over a month.” Nico felt his mouth go dry as he shook his head

Nina nodded as she shrugged “I know but he is coming and has been for two hours now so hurry up.” She clasped her hands together taking his duffle as the siblings pushed out of the airport running to get to you.

The hospital room was quiet as you felt numb, by the time you had woken up again you were no longer pregnant and couldn’t even hold him as he was in ICU “schatzi.” Nico gasped seeing you look up at him “I’m so sorry.” You apologized feeling your eyes fill with tears as you shook your head thinking about how the last thing you did was yell at him.

Nico couldn’t let you continue as he wrapped his arms around you “no baby don’t say that.” He kissed your head as his thumb wiped away your tears from your cheek “I didn’t even get to see him.” All you got was a nurses description of your baby.

It killed him hearing the pain in your voice “been told he is okay and strong.” Nico squeezed your shoulders as he watched you nod trying to calm down “really?” It made you feel like you really did get to see him.

He moved to sit in front of you taking up the side of your bed as he nodded “I really am sorry for everything I said though.” You reached out for his hand honestly glad to see that he really was there “can we agree to never fight over the phone again.”He announced making you quickly nod “it’s far more enjoyable making you sleep on the couch when I see it happen.” Your joke made him suck at his teeth only causing your grin to grow wider.

There was a moment where the two of you were able to just enjoy each others company “I really have missed you.” You mumbled watching him move closer to you “then it is a good thing I have the next three weeks off.” Nico kissed your lips as you furrowed your eyebrow.

As you cocked your head you wanted to point out that he only had two weeks nobody needs to know that you are no longer pregnant.” He shrugged resting his forehead against yours “I love you so much.” You mumbled kissing his lips once more.

Hours had passed and you had taken a nap and were now clear and ready to see your boy “you better not crash me Hischier.” You warned placing your feet on your footrests “would be a funny way to end this date.” He teased making you giggle before you winced “don’t make me laugh you ass.” You groaned gripping at your stomach trying to avoid the stitches from the c-section wound.

He squeezed your shoulder as an apology “you ready to see our boy?” There was a hopefulness in his voice as he looked to the room number in the NICU “you know it.” You nodded failing to hide the grin on your face as he pushed you into the room.

You let out a gasp seeing him laying in his crib “he’s so sweet.”  You pressed your hand against your chest as you cooed “c’mon mama let’s see him.” Nico held his hand out to yours.

The captain helped you up looking around to make sure you guys weren’t caught by any nurses “he is perfect.” You felt your voice break as you smiled “little Elias is all ours too.” Nico watched how your eyes couldn’t leave him.

It was the happiest he had seen you in weeks “so how long until you’re clear for our favorite activity?” Nico smirked as he ran his fingers along your back “I just got the last one out, you are celibate for the foreseeable.” You warned sending him a glare as he laughed kissing your temple.

“There’s my girl.”

[motherraid]

ABSOLUTELY NOT DONE WITH MY SEBEK THIRST AND I TRULY NEED TO SPEAK ON THIS.

Sebek x AFAB!reader nsfw below the cut:

((Tw: somno(?) Dubcon(?) A bit of bullying and mean names/big boy words/pervy Sebek/dumbification? Maybe? I think?/and ooc sebek maybe im not sure))

We see so much Sebek as either the completely subby pillow prince or a sebek that's SO dominant he's like some mafia boss in a wattpad fanfic? It's all wonderful, don't get me wrong. But is that ALL we wanna reduce sebek to? D:

I absolutely CAN see and DO see most times where he's just subby and whimpering and crying, and it IS accurate, but it's not ALL that could happen! We need to start changing! it! up!! He's still Sebek for crying out loud! He'll end up having you crying and spaced out on his cock regardless of how bad you wanna ruin him.

Hear me out, pervy Sebek.

Okay, maybe when you aren't together yet he's mean and snarky, referring to you as "human" and pretending to hate your guts like always, but he'll still try to find excuses to perv on you!!!!! He's so enraptured that he can't help it.

Sebek's so needy that accidentally grazing your hand too high up his arm is a sin you need to repent for it with your pussy. You'd find yourself stuffed in an old broom closet or empty classroom in a heartbeat. He just can't take it anymore. He's already spreading your lips with two fingers and using his other hand to hold your hip in place, your ass squished firmly against the cold wall behind you and your skirt in a heap at your ankles. Who else have you been seducing while he wasn't around? He will not stand for your lecherous ways! He must protect his fellow classmates! The only way to do that is to make you cream on his tongue so many times that you can't think straight. Then, you'll be too tired to prey on any more poor, defenseless students at Night Raven College. Yank his hair, and that's another five minutes of him playing with your pretty cunt. Don't test him, harlot.

Your panties he'll be taking. Probably some lame excuse about your "punishment" for coming onto him like a shameless whore. But... We all know that by the time he gets back to his room in Diasomnia, he's soo horny from the anticipation. He wants to savor the moment, but before he can even pull his pants down he gets a whiff of you once he takes your panties out of his pocket. Now people can hear him mewling while he creams his pants through the walls.

"AND WHAT IF WE'RE TALKING ABOUT SEBEK THAT'S IN A RELATIONSHIP??!!! D:" I hear you ask (no one asked me anything. I'm delusional).

He still will not take no for an answer. He's not going easy on you just because you've won his heart. He is more gentle when initiating, but he still won't drop the "you need to be punished" bit. You've riled him up (you blinked in his general direction), and you have to take responsibility for your actions. He thinks, anyway... Everything is kinda fuzzy, so he can't really process the words coming out of his mouth right now. Sebek doesn't know whether he just cried that you're a horrible temptress or begged you to sit on his face.

Oh, and dont get me STARTED on the crocodile tears. Where's the Sebek that snivels with tears in his eyes while he's ramming his cock into you? Where's the Sebek that's so lost he disjointedly drawls into your shoulder about how you're so pretty and warm?? About how he can't stop himself? How you feel too good for him to stop??? Just one more round? Please?? Where's the Sebek that squeals and sobs when he's stuffed you with his cum for the umpteenth time?? Orgasm so intense his eyes cross and toes curl??? Nose buried in your hair and inhaling hard cause he can't get enough of your smell????? YOU'RE the one getting stuffed with his cock, bent and twisted every which way over any furniture or solid surface he can find at the time, so why is HE the one whining and moaning like a whore?

YES!! He is awkward and has no idea what he's doing, but after a while, he's so desperate he just.. Doesn't care. He's gets so erratic and clingy, and it's such whiplash from how proper and uptight he normally acts in public it's insane.

I need to see this boy's fae genes take over. I need to see this boy instinctively feel the need to have you bouncing on his dick all throughout your fertile window. His big dumb crocodile brain can't understand anything other than stuffing you full of his little hatchling(s).

And he would never curse at you once you two are together!! He'll only praise you. He'll tell you how much he loves you, how amazing you are, and how good you feel. He's got too much love to give, and he wants you to give him your love, too. So please sweet talk and praise him. He'll nut instantly. Even if it doesn't mean he'll stop slipping back into you after cumming all over the backs of your thighs. Praise him. Please?

He can't help it. He HAS to have you. It gets so bad he wants to start fucking you almost anywhere. Like a disgusting wild animal. Even if you WANT to take charge or ride him? He gets so carries away he just grabs your hips and snaps up into you over and over. Sorry babe, you can't tame the croc right now. Do you want to be in control? It's such a shame. Really is. Once you've riled him up enough, he goes into big dumb crocodile mode. And in big dumb crocodile mode he'll forget everything and fuck you like a fleshlight. Sorry, I don't make the rules.

But don't think YOU'RE the one being fucked stupid. This boy is a pile of mush on top of you!! He's mid hiccup, muttering how much he loves you into your ear, sobbing and slobbering onto the back of your neck. His jabbering is oddly sweet for someone bent over your ass, hips slamming yours so forcefully you're jerked forward with every thrust (or you WOULD be if his big ass wasn't smushing you into the mattress with his weight because he just DOESN'T have the strength to hold himself up with his arms or grab your hips right now. The most he can do is prop himself up on one elbow).

You're trapped underneath a giant who loves you so much he's unconsciously using you like a sex doll. After a certain point in time this boy's mind is so cloudy he's not even fucking you for your pleasure. He just can't stop. It feels too good and his hips are moving on their own and he's too far gone to consciously still them. He's so pathetic he can't even find your clit. His hand is just rubbing at the bottom of your tummy in circles on instinct, and he does NOT care to correct himself. You'll have to do that for him, sorry.

You can definitely tell that boy is half fae. His stamina is WELL beyond normal humans. Even now that you've blacked out, he still has yet to stop. In fact, he doesn't realize you're asleep. He's still crying about "one more round," "Just a bit more.. Please??" And, "A few more minutes." And best believe you're gonna help the damn boy. I mean, how are you REALLY going to refuse him now that you're asleep anyway??

Huh... Actually... Maybe he DOES know that you're asleep.. I don't think he'd be guiltily snapping pictures of your unaware face to jerk to later otherwise.

[imagine-shenanigans]

Hands on my knees.

Now I'm thinking of an au because of the nasty coworker soap hidden camera thing. AU where some prick you slept with left a hidden camera in your apartment for a live stream on the dark web (shut up i know its cliche let me live) and its a 24/7 stream of your bedroom with audio.

And one of the boys is a frequent viewer, watches a stupid amount of the time they're on leave. Eats dinner while watching their favorite show, etc etc.

(Dark stuff and NSFW ahead warning.)

Soap is the one who is the most impulsive about it. He's the one who feels guilty about it until he covers his own hand in his cum while watching you play a game on your phone. It's an insatiable need at this point. Can't cum without thinking of the bonnie little thing on his computer screen. You said the word Soap out loud once while talking to a friend on the phone or going through a list and he came so hard he saw stars. Went back and clipped the audio, he has it saved on his phone with other words, just so he can hear you say his callsign. He feels just a little guilty after he cums to you doing stretches.

But that's the allure of it, the taboo, knowing he's a fucking freak but doing it anyway. And god does he love it. Honestly the guilt fades REALLY quickly when he realizes how long the camera has been there, bordering on months. Such a poor thing you are, so vulnerable, so sweet. You just need someone to protect you from the nasty men in this world. Need someone even nastier to do it.

He makes the impulsive decision to go to the pub you mention on the phone with a friend. He waits until you're just a little drunk and "accidentally" bumps into you. Makes himself as charming as possible, smiles and laughs with you, until youre bringing him into your home. He positions you just right so the camera can see (he's recording the stream at home) and makes you as loud as possible, tongue laving over your inner thighs, leaving searing bites anywhere he can reach like he's claiming you.

(He is.)

He makes sure the camera gets a perfect shot of him cumming inside of you without protection. Hooks his fingers into your mouth so you can't stop the sounds you're making. He licks the drool from your chin and up into your mouth. Spends hours making you cum your brains out when he's not using you, well past the point of overstimulation by the time he settles, leaving you a hiccupping and sobbing mess as he rubs soothing cream over you, cuddling you to his chest so that this time, the camera can't see you at all.

He gives a peace sign to the camera after you fall asleep, and says "Alright ye bloody animals, shows over." before breaking the thing. Shoves it in the middle of your kitchen garbage before washing his hands and crawling back into bed with you. He sets up a new camera by the next morning, this one just for himself.

(and, if he releases clips of you two fucking online, that's between him and the rest of the god forsaken fucks on there.)

//

Price is shameless about watching you.

He knows he's going to hell, what's one more sin along the way? He indulges himself far more than any of the others. The silence gets to him when he's on leave, and what better way to fill it than with a pretty/handsome thing going about their life? He spends pretty much every waking and sleeping minute with his laptop open to your feed, watching you go about your day. It's mostly mundane, really, sick in nature but not a sexual thing for the most part. Of course, he gives his cock slow, languid strokes when he watches your hips eagerly buck into the vibrating toy you're using, whimpers falling from your pretty lips that John just wants to swallow whole. Too impatient for your own good, you need to be held down and edged for a good hour.

It's that thought that sends him spiraling.

How much better oof you'd be if you just had him to take care of you. Such a shame a nasty, terrible man put a camera in your room - he'll fix that.

He ends up moving into the flat/house next to yours when it mysteriously comes available. He really wants a cute little spouse to come home to - really wants to sit them on his cock until theyre crying and begging him to move. (And if he can get them to call him daddy, well, wouldn't that be a sight?)

He takes the longest out of all the boys, ends up being the model neighbor, coaxes you out like a feral little animal until you're spending more time in his place than your own. He hates that so many people (mainly men, his main issue is the men) can see you at any given time. Can take what should be his. So he waits until you're out for work one day and he uses the spare key you gave him (so trustingly, honey you shouldn't give things to strange men like him. He'll bend you over his knee until you learn your lesson.) and he sneaks into your room and moves the camera just a bit after disabling it. Just enough so its more noticeable in the light.

(If he steals a pair of panties, well... he does.)

And when you come crying and shaking to his doorstep later, he breaks the thing in his hand, and chucks it before he ushers you into his place and coos at you as he fingers you in his lap, edging you as you work through all those big emotions :( Poor baby, he's got you now, no need to be so scared, he'll get you nice and needy and then fuck you until you're brainlessly drooling into his pillow. He'll even be so kind as to slip his ring on your finger too, just to make sure you know he's not going to let anyone else have you anymore. That he'll make sure you're safe from now on, isn't that nice pumpkin?

//

Gaz I'm still trying to figure out how to write but I think he'd see the stream by accident, he's not gone looking for it, and he feels sharp revulsion when he figures out what it is while looking for some other information. And he's taking note of all of the things in the room, desperately trying to piece together where you live so he can do the right thing and figure out how to tell you about the stream. Definitely not because he's interested, and sure it's taking him a few days and repeated visits and- well, okay, you have this cute thing you do and- okay he's not... well he knows he's being a creep, but he's doing it for the right reasons. Totally. He's not... he's not being weird for no reason like some of these other creeps. And yeah, okay, he jacks off to you now and then, it's not that big of a deal, he's a little lonely and he's a little desperate okay?

He tells himself he's gonna quit, that he's not going to do anything, but then suddenly he's in your town on his leave, and he's putting himself in your path at every given opportunity. Of course, by then he's long since accepted he's being a real fucking freak by what he's doing, but doesn't he deserve something nice? Don't you?

And sure, okay, it's a huge ego boost when you do look at him and flush, when you try to collect your thoughts when you hear his voice. He smiles prettily at you and it all sort of spirals from there, until he's well and truly charmed you. He drops hints about the camera, but nothing directly implied. He finds a story on the news app on his phone about something similar and cringes, pretending like he isn't STILL watching the live feed of your apartment when he's in his own. Says something about how only a real freak would put a camera in someone's house. Good thing you've never done that to his place and he laughs, because he's never been to yours yet so you take it as a joke.

Weeks later, when you're doing a clean of your apartment, you find the camera and call him, and he comes over and hugs you, coos that it's probably not even plugged in, just some dick trying to scare you. He helps you run through who it could possibly be that did it, until he's given the dude's full name and address online.

He gives the camera a shit eating grin over your shoulder, looking directly into it even though you haven't pointed it out yet.

He presses a kiss to your forehead and offers you stay at his place for the night (when he really means forever.) He makes sure there's no cameras around you ever again.

//

Ghost is... the worst of them. In his own special way.

Assuming he isn't the one who put the damn thing in your room, he's definitely a regular on some of the grossest sites known to man, half out of sheer morbid curiosity, and half because he sometimes does end up finding things he likes. Your stream isn't the first he's watched, but it is the first he stays for. There's something about you that mesmerizes him. He ends up visiting the stream more and more until he's pieced together where you live and what your general schedule is. It takes a few months, but he wants you for himself - nothing else will do.

There's no preamble, no game that's played like the others. He forges a passport and documents and gets everything set up, and you don't even know that you're about to go tumbling into his net. He's quick about it, when he gets into your apartment. Ends up tying you up nice and neat, arms behind your back and ankles to your thighs while you sleep. Leaves the gag for last, just for the thrill of you screaming (so he can punish you) when you wake up. He blindfolds you, and moves the camera for a better view before flicking the lights on. He wakes you up with a slap to your ass, feeling himself grow hard as you panic. He cuts your clothes off with a knife, tells you not to squirm, and when you do and he knicks you, he just tuts and tells you that you shoulda known better.

Licks the blood from your skin with his mask rolled up before he pulls it back down (just a plain balaclava). He ends up hoisting you up so you're on your knees, positions you perfect for the camera to see, and fingerfucks you nice and fast, one hand on your throat to keep you upright, the other pitoning in and out of your hole. He makes sure to hit your g-spot/prostate every single time when he finds it, sets an absolutely brutal pace that has your tears leaking through the blindfold. When you get close, he bullies your clit/cock, moving fast and hard until you're screaming and you collapse. He tells you this is your fault, for trusting some prick and not even checking your own home.

Lines his cock up with you and doesn't prep you any further, only one orgasm and a little bit of finger fucking not nearly enough to prep you for what he's packing. He ends up fucking you hard, and fast, and brutal, still pumping your cock/rubbing your clit through the whole thing, not caring for anything but how you cry and squeeze so tight around his cock. He lets you heave sobs when he finally cums inside, no protection, and he pinches your nipples painfully hard to get your attention. When he's sure he's got it, he warns you not to let him drip out of you. Never tells you to stop crying, but tells you if you scream or try and get away, you will not like the punishment. He takes the gag out and you try to wriggle away, so he puts the gag back in while you try and apologize, ask for a second chance, and he just puts you on the floor, angles the camera just so, and takes the blindfold off. He tells you exactly how long he's been watching, how many people he sees in the stream at any given time, and then he ties a vibrator to your clit/cock and sets it on the highest setting it can go. He tells you to give the boys a good show before you retire from your acting career, and presses a kiss to your forehead through the mask.

He gives you an hour alone with your fans while he packs your stuff into the boot of his rental car.

[sicbaby]

Riding sub!Ethan's face 🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭

a lil bit of mean!reader bc why not 🤭

it had been a long… and hard day. ethan was being nothing but a brat to you, rolling his eyes at whatever you had to say, and genuinely just pissing you off.

so now here you were. ethan was tied to your bed, both of his hands tied to their respective bedposts. he was whining, like usual. you had edged him multiple times by this point, his slick cock appearing red with anger.

“please… mommy… please fuck me… n-need it… need you…” he would mumble out, tears staining his pretty red cheeks.

usually you would give in to his crying, your sweet boy usually being so good for you… so caring, wanting to please you the best he could, he would do absolutely anything for you.

“that’s too fucking bad, baby. you aren’t getting anything tonight.” you respond. to this, he lets out a loud yelp and pulls on his restraints, but to no avail. you were fully clothed as well, which was frustrating him even more.

“please- fuck! need to see you… please mommy? i’m so sorr- i’m so sorry…” he cries out, sobbing at this point. “i’ll make it up to you, i promise!”

“yeah, you are gonna make it up to me, pretty boy.” you say as you slip off your pretty pink underwear, leaving your short skirt on.

he watches you carefully, trying to sit up fully. ethan starts to sweat with how much struggling he’s doing, only to realize the futility of his efforts. he eventually lets out a loud sob as his tears stream down his flushed cheeks and sweat begins to drip down his body. “i’ll do anything, anything at all, just please-“ he says, stopping suddenly as he tries to figure out what to say next. he gulps. “please just untie me, okay? p-please. i’ll never be bad again, i swear. just please!”

you laugh at how pathetic he looks right now. “and how am i to trust you, hmm?”

ethan pauses, his head dropping down as he tries to think of an answer. his voice cracks and trembles as he finds the words to say, his eyes still darting to the side. “what-whatever you need, anything! i’ll do anything!” he cries out desperately, hoping whatever answer he gives will let you finally free him. “i-please, anything..”

“anything, huh?” you ask, smirking mischievously. he doesn’t speak, just nods his head ‘yes’ eagerly. you walk over to where his head lay on the bed, your panties still in hand. you stare at him for a quick second, and then harshly stuff your soaked panties into his mouth. he lets out a load moan and his eyes roll into the back of his head once he gets a taste of your sweet juices.

you laugh at how worked up he is. after a few more seconds, you take your panties out of his mouth, and slowly drag it down his torso, the feeling of the lace making his cock jump. you wrap your panty-covered hand around the base of his cock, and give it a nice squeeze.

“n-nghh- fuck…” he starts breathing heavily, trying to speak but can’t seem to get it out. you start slowing jerking him off, the feeling of your hand and your lace panties almost too much for him.

“n- no, no, no, no!” he screams and pants once you stop. he was so, so close…

“aww, you poor thing… you really thought i was gonna let you cum?”

he pouts, his bottom lip quivering, and tears pool in his eyes. “m-momma… please… you’re being s-so mean..” he cries out.

you slap his cock lightly, making him yelp and jump away from your hand, tugging at the ropes again. “i wouldn’t be so mean if you just learned to behave!” you say through gritted teeth. “now,” you continue. “if you wanna be redeem yourself and be a good little boy, you’re gonna have to do something for me.”

he begins nodding eagerly, his eyes widening and his tears stopping. “yes! yes, yes, yes! anything! anything for you momma..”

you smile, glad that he’s not putting up more of a fight. “i wanna ride your face, baby. think you can handle mommy riding your pretty face?”

his eyes widen, and his cheeks flush red. as he imagines you on top of him, your plush thighs squeezing his head while he tastes you, he forgets to respond.

while the gears are turning in his head, you climb on the bed and straddle his torso, your dripping wet pussy making contact with his hot skin. he finally looks at you, and he feels like he could cum by just this feeling alone.

“what’s going on in that dumb little head of yours, hmm?”

he lets out a small whimper, adjusting his lower half, trying to feel something, anything. he’s losing control. “i want you to ride my face, momma. please- shit… please… let me taste you.” he almost starts crying again, afraid you’re gonna deny him the pleasure of being able to devour your pretty pussy.

“good boy..” you reward, and his eyes flash with excitement. you slowly make your way up his chest, stopping just below his chin for a second. he can’t see your pussy yet, it being shielded by your skirt. god, he wishes that he could be free from the ropes, rip your skirt off, and eat you out until tomorrow. he can smell you, and he lets out an almost animalistic groan.

“you ready, e?”

“please… i’m ready, mommy!” he says, frustration laced within his voice. you let it pass though, wanting to finally give your boy something he desires. you lift your legs up and over his arms, bringing them on either side of his head, and your pussy is now in full view. he groans again, and thrusts his cock into the air, feeling so hot and bothered.

“fuck, momma… your pussy is so… fucking pretty. let me taste you… please..” his voice shakes, and you can barely hear him. you raise your skirt up a little, so that you can see his face. his eyes are locked on his prize. you slowly lower down on him until you make contact with his mouth.

“mmm…” he hums into you, sending vibrations throughout your lower half. your mouth opens as you gasp, and you almost grind down onto his face fully. he starts by licking your clit, long stripes up the sensitive bud. he’s whimpering and moaning like a bitch in heat, making your pussy drip with your slick. you decide to experiment a little and shift forward. your clit makes contact with his nose and his tongue immediately slips into your wet hole.

“fuckk, e!” you yell, breathing heavily. it’s taking everything in you to not start humping his face. “doing so good for me, baby. making mommy feel so good..” you moan out. he starts sucking and licking every section of your cunt, like he can’t get enough. he alternates between fucking you and flicking your clit with his tongue. your stomach tightens and burns and you know you’re almost there. it feels too good, and you start grinding onto his face, not caring at this point and just wanting to reach your high. your thighs squeeze his head and he cries out, absolutely devouring you. you bend over backwards slightly and place your hands on his torso for support, continuing to grind onto his face. ethan starts humping the air, your sounds and your taste beginning to overstimulate him, and he feels so fucking good.

“yeah, yeah, e. right there, right fucking there! ‘m so close baby… momma’s gonna cum on your face, dirty boy…” you cry out, grinding faster. he hears your voice and starts humming while making out with your delicious cunt, and it sends you over the edge.

“fuuuuuuck! im cumming, baby! im cumming! shit!” you yell out as you finally reach your high. you didn’t realize ethan was fucking the air behind you.

once you come down from your high, you quickly get off of ethan, afraid you’ll actually suffocate him. he looks so fucked out. his face is red, his eyes are red and puffy, tear streaks running down his cheeks, and your juices drenching the lower half of his face, dripping down his neck.

“you did so well, baby.. such a good boy.” you let out a satisfied sigh. and get off of him, straddling his torso again. however, you make contact with a warm, wet substance, that definitely isn’t your cum… you look behind you, and see white droplets of ethan’s cum all over his belly.

“ethan? did you just fucking cum without my permission!?”

[bunnyinvanilla]

Hi sweetie!! i love the way you write price sooo freaking much!! truly you are amazing!! (sorry if it has any typos english is not my first language) what about price seeing reader crying and really upset after a customer were mean to her? said something rude or a mean comment on her appearance

hiii pudding!! absolutely do NOT apologize, and thank YOU sm for the compliments, they mean a lot to me cause I really hope you like what I write, I need validations and praise to function :,) love this idea, you’re just a sensitive emotional lil bunny, n big old daddy price wants to protect you from mean, rude ppl ;(

you love people, you’re basically a social butterfly, despite your shyness, you just love smiling at strangers and giving them compliments — that made working part time as a waitress easier, that until you found a rude costumer.

poor baby, you kept thinking everyone in this world was as nice and loving as you,

“can you make me a vieux carrè?” the costumer hadn’t even greeted you before he plopped on the barstool, and that already made you feel upset :(

“good evening,” you retort gently, picking your usual pink notebook up but not writing anything down yet “what…what is that?”

he frowned, the kind of look that you always wanted to hide from, judgment all over his face, like he was considering your lack of intelligence. hard for a girl who kept seeking for approval and praise.

“you don’t know what a vieux carré is?”

“uhm…” you shrugged timidly “no, im sorry, I don’t drink” you replied sheepishly, tempted to call one of the boys and let them handle this conversation “and I don’t make drinks here, I only serve them. Simon is the one who mixes-“

“so you’re dumb and useless?”

the word was blurted in such a spiteful manner that made you want to flinch, but you’d been taught to remain polite and kind even with people who were not — your poor, sensitive glass heart though, felt a tiny crack on its surface.

“they probably put you here only for your looks, if you can’t even make a damn drink” with every word he said, you felt more and more warmth invading your chest, your cheeks practically burned with heat, and the back of your throat stung, like hundreds of tiny needles poking through it.

he stood up with a heavy, bored sigh, grabbed his wallet and buried it right back into his pocket, but not without casting you a disapproving glance first, from head to toe. “as flat as a table, you’re not even useful for that”

another crack made your poor, fragile heart shatter down completely, and your eyes grew watery, the promise of upcoming pearly tears that laid still on your pupils, but that threatened to come down your rosy cheeks with a single blink.

they started pouring out when you hid in price’s empty office, knowing no one would find you there. You sniffled, quiet sobs that echoed around you and seemed to cling to you. You’d forgotten to take a handkerchief with you, the little, sweet tears staining the fabric of your uniform shirt.

“what bloody happened?” john’s voice was a deep grumble, thick with worry and confusion. You hadn’t heard him walk in, but that was his own office, and he hadn’t expected to find his pretty girl crying there.

“doll, what’s wrong?” he walked close to you, grabbing you by your waist and turning your body towards him. You keep sobbing silently, crystalline tears smudging your mascara and the glitters you’d put on your eyes.

“nothing, sir, ‘m, ‘m- fine, ‘s just..” tiny hiccups interrupted your feeble speech, and when you finally lifted your eyes to meet his, and he saw your doe, sweet eyes filled with tears, he wished he had brought his rifle with him — to shoot anyone who’d made his sweetheart cry.

price was a gentleman, he only ever wanted to see you cry from pleasure, not sadness.

“what happened, angel? come on, talk to daddy” he cupped your face with a large, warm hand, his thumb catching a tear that spilled out and wiping it away.

“that guy- he-he said i was dumb because i didn’t know how to make him a drink, I apologized, ‘n i know it’s my fault because i didn’t know if it was on the menu but..” your chin wobbled at the memory, your already weak self esteem had been completely crushed by that guy’s words. “he said that im useless and im..im flat as a table,”

john’s eyes hardened, his brows frowning as he listened to your explanation, and he clenched his jaw. You sniffled again, sobs that made his heart clench, and his free hand tickle with the need to punch him in the face. He was fuming, but had to confort you.

“oh, love” he murmured gruffly, his thumb wiping away some glitter from your tear stained cheeks. “oh sweetheart, come here”

lowering his hand he took yours in his, gently bringing you closer to him, walking towards the little sofa chair, the one he’d added to his office for when you wanted to read while he worked.

he sat down and brought your body on top of his, swinging your legs around his sides. You lifted you hands and rubbed your tears away, like bunnies did when they cleaned their soft faces ;,(

his hands rested on both of your legs as you sobbed, slowly moving up and down to caress your bare thighs. “doll, you’re the most beautiful angel I’ve ever seen, the prettiest little thing,” he filled your ears with reassurance, his rough, raspy and low voice speaking gentle and loving words to you. You blinked down at him, sad puppy dog eyes that pulled at the strings of his weary, war burdened heart — he’d seen the worst and cruelest things within his line of work and during missions, but nothing compared to seeing you cry on top of him.

he lifted his head and buried his face on your neck, his mustache tickling your skin as he left a trail of kisses all the way down to your chest, stopping where the neckline of your shirt set a limit to his affection. “the kindest, sweetest girl in the world, intelligent and smart, the cutest fuckin’ baby” he rasped those word between the kisses, against your flushed skin. “my princess, my pretty lap bunny, aren’t ya…”

“don’t ya worry your pretty little head over that meanie, alright, babydoll? He’s lucky I didn’t hear him, I would’ve cut his hands and shoved them down his thr-“

“daddy!” you called him out, a little laugh between the tears, finding his colorful language amusing. “don’t say that”

he grinned against your chest, pressing a kiss right where your heart was and looking up at you again. “listen to me, love. You’re the most precious girl that exists, don’t ever, ever doubt how beautiful and clever you are, understand daddy?”

you let your eyes fleck between his own, nibbling on your pouty lip, and nodded lightly.

“good girl, pup. Say it f’me.”

“I won’t..”

“that’s my girl. Give daddy a kiss, cmon”

you lowered your head and pressed a delicate kiss above his mustache, and when you pulled away, he brushed the back of his finger right under your eye. “no more tears, stay here and rest for a bit, daddy’ll get you some water”

needless to say, you did in fact snuggle up on the sofa, waiting for john to come back with your water — what was taking him so long?

just him finding out who that bastard who’d made you cry was. He’d found him sitting on a stool, complaining to his friend about the waitress — let’s just say that by the time he came back to you, his scarred hands weren’t cold anymore, but were red and pulsing, and Johnny and Gaz had found a way to relieve some boredom. only orders from the captain, after all.

‘’just make him regret what he said, aight boys? and don’t tell my missus, she’ll feel bad.”

[lightlycareless]

How would Naoya and Y/N parent a child that would struggle in such a harsh clan like the Zen’in? Maybe a kid that’s really soft and sensitive, maybe crybaby or just a real anxious kiddo ^-^

Hello!

Aww... this was the perfect opportunity to explore more of Y/N's and Naoya's second kid, Naori. While Naomi is all emotive and exciting, Naori is a bit more demure, even shy. But I won't say much, I'll let you read it instead.

Warnings: none. fluff. you and naoya are married and have 2 kids. slight references to this oneshot over here.

Happy reading!

To have another child after so many years should've been a blessing. A moment to cherish with all your heart: because once surpassing your fears that plagued your first pregnancy, your family grows once more, a step closer to what you always dreamed of, with the addition of this beautiful baby boy named Naori.

Naoya, simply ecstatic to have more kids with you, was overjoyed at his arrival; though a part of him was also happy to finally have a boy in the family, nonetheless, he swore to love him unconditionally and equally as his sister.

And Naomi, on the other hand, was enamored by him the moment you broke the news, quickly envisioning all kinds of things the two would do once in her arms; even if she had to wait a bit longer before she could be able to do much, she was still happy to have become an older sister all around.

But, the day Naori was born, even when perfect, you and Naoya knew things weren't to be easy for him. Such things were never promised when part of the sorcery community, less with a family as difficult as the Zen'in...

Yet, even if Naomi had gone through quite a few struggles herself, this fact was far more prominent on him. Perhaps it was Naori's shy demeanor that made you believe so, a calmness to contrast his sister’s fiery determination, alongside a weaker constitution once again compared to his predecessor…

And while this obviously meant nothing to you and Naoya, finding absolute perfection all around him, on the little boy that looked just like your husband but with some features here and there that hinted at your likeness...

The Zen'in just saw a disappointment.

"He isn't strong."

"He lacks determination."

"A son, but a coward."

"We will never have a decent heir at this rate."

You and your staff had done an adequate job of keeping Naori away from these awful comments as soon as they were spat out, create an environment where he could feel safe and loved, reassured that in his beloved one’s eyes, he was nothing but wonderful…

Some still managed to get to him, especially those that tended to compare him to his sister; clearly done with the intention of creating discord between the two, just as had occurred between his father and siblings.

The Zen’in were sneaky, attacking your poor son when neither were available and weaponizing the only other person that did her best to keep him safe as well: Naomi.

It was clear they intended to corner him out of a twisted, sick reason—and the worst part of it, is that it was starting to affect him.

You’ve lost count of how many nights you’d check on Naori just to find him silently sobbing.

But one thing you were adamant about: you had enough.

“Naoya, we need to do something now.” You firmly declare; you couldn’t wait for his return, quickly grabbing your phone and calling him for a much-needed discussion. Careless if he was in the middle of a mission: your family came first, always. “I don’t think I can see our son crying again!”

Naoya already felt unbearably inadequate to be a father thanks to his own insecurities, so to realize he hadn’t been as proactive when it came to taking care of you and his babies… well, let’s say he wasn’t particularly proud of it either.

After his absence at Naori’s birth, he promised to be far more present in their life, make up for all his mistakes with Naomi and do better this time around.

But he fails, because his job has become far more aggravating, constantly demanding more and more out of him now so that his father is getting older and he’s not able to keep up with all the things he used to back in the day.

It hurts him like you have no idea, to hear your anger, your son’s sadness, and not be able to do anything about it—miles away, busy in some stupid mission, when he could easily be by you7r side and support his family.

Yet, if he keeps allow this… then his vows to you would’ve meant nothing? His commitment to his family, his daughter and son, void?

Is this the father they deserved? The example he’s going to set as leader of the clan once it’s his time?

…

No. That, he will not. If he wants to make a change, he’ll do good in taking your advice and act now.

The topic of moving out of the estate has been frequently touched upon in the past, but ultimately put aside in favor of the comforts living with his family would oblige: with a staff at your beck and call, all you needed to worry about was taking care of the kids. Not even money or food was to enter your worries—as long as you remain there, your life was essentially set.

Which is what you could also get back in your home too, some would argue. However, you knew what a relationship with the heir of the Zen’in entitled, and after much discussion, you agreed to take this much frightening step of being future Lady of the Zen’in—because that’s what partners do.

Naoya ought to live up to that.

“What do you mean you’re leaving, again?” Naobito scowls; whenever his son is out of the estate he’s quickly pestered by the elders, fretting about how his actions reflect a poor, undesirable heir and that he should be stricter with him to avoid the demise of the clan. But truth to be told, Naobito had long stopped caring about the future, all that he worried about was the present and making the most out of it, which is all he was able to do anyways at his age…

“My family isn’t happy here, not that I expect you to understand what either are.” Naoya frowns. He was just being courteous for your sake, but if it were up to him, he would’ve left without a word.

“You’ll come crawling back to this place anyways.” Naobito bets. “You always do.”

“Perhaps when you’re dead.” Naoya promises, and with that, the transition to the previous apartment the two lived in was effectuated immediately.

You never thought you’d come back to this place, at least not through the unfortunate matters that led you here to begin with, but you were ultimately fine with it. In fact, what worried you the most was the probable discomfort your babies would have to such drastic change.

But thankfully, though a bit saddened by her departure and leaving behind your staff and aunties she was greatly fond of, Naomi took this situation with great optimism, excited to see her new room and decorate it however she desired—Hello Kitty is always the theme to go—and show it off too.

Yet Naori on the other hand, didn’t find the same things thrilling. Because no matter the number of toys you’d give him in hopes of distracting him, or other countless activities to complete, Naori still couldn’t shake the feeling that he was the culprit behind it all—growing more and more guilty and responsible for his family’s alleged demise as days went on.

“Is it because of me?” Naori quietly asked his father, Naoya staying behind to help unpack the last of his items while you and Naomi went out to get food. “Did we move because… of me?”

“Hmmm, well, if you put it that way… I guess so.” Naoya teases, Naori frowns, feeling even worse. “I was just joking, Naori. If I’m being honest, it was getting kinda boring back there, wouldn’t you agree?”

“No… not really. Mama and Naomi-nee always made sure I was never bored.”

“Yeah, that sounds like them, alright.” Naoya chuckles. “And that’s how it’ll continue to be here too, because we want nothing but your happiness.”

Words of encouragement that were intended to make him feel better, reassure him that as much as things seem to change, he’d always be their priority.

But for a dismayed child… there was still a long road ahead before he could completely accept this truth. In the meantime…

“I’m sorry papa…” Naori murmurs, tears beginning to pool in his eyes and making Naoya’s heart tighten.

“Ah, Naori—why are you apologizing? You hadn’t done anything wrong.”

“You’re not upset with me?” Naori asks, and Naoya smiles. Because how could he ever? For whenever he sees Naori, it’s like looking into a mirror, a reflection of how he used to be when he was younger—only that he never had the courage to express his feelings. Nor anyone to protect him.

He knows better than anyone else what it is to grow under the scrutiny of the Zen’in, which set him on a path of arrogance and hatred that would’ve defined his existence if he hadn’t met you.

But just because he went through those awful things doesn’t mean his family had to experience them too. Naoya promised to make the difference, even when you didn’t necessarily agree with his methods from time to time.

Be the father he never had.

“Don’t tell mama I said this, but my family can be real idiots.” Naoya begins, Naori gasps at the bad word.

“Papa, you can’t say that!”

“I know, I know—but that’s what they are, really.” Naoya shrugs. “They don’t know how to be nice, and I’m sure they’ll probably die if they somehow do manage to be. It’s always been like that, too, ever since I was a kid.”

“What do you mean, papa?” Naori asks.

“Let’s say I’ve been in your shoes.” He reveals. “I know what it is to be undermined by your own family.”

“But you— you’re strong and amazing!” His child exclaimed, surely his papa must’ve been held in a much higher esteem, right?

“I am, but I’ve long stopped caring about what they think and focused instead on what mama, Naomi, and you say.” Naoya grins, ruffling the top of his head. “As long as you keep thinking of me as your amazing dad, I can manage.”

“I wanna be strong as you too.” Naori longs.

“You don’t have to be like me, you’re already perfect.” Naoya then proceeds to press his fingers on his sides, incessantly tickling him until Naori is nothing but a laughing mess, leaving behind all his sorrows and smiling for what seemed the first time in days.

“Stop, papa!” he giggles, trying his best to release his father’s hold from him, to no avail. “I don’t wanna anymore!”

“Only if you promise me to ignore their words.” He responds. “And always remember that your mama and I love you very much.”

Naoya will always deny having any kind of favoritism, and objectively he doesn’t, he genuinely loves all his children equally and greatly; but after today, upon learning that the two had far more things in common than expected, little Naori earned a special place in his heart.

I've come to the same conclusion a thousand times: the Zen'in estate is not the best place to have a family. Like, the only way I see our favorite family back there is when Naoya is finally leader of the clan and makes a lot of changes. But even then... ugh.

Anyways, I think I've found Naoya's favorite kid lol even though he says that he isn't. I don't mean it for them to have any, but I guess they connect better with each kid differently—Naori is the one that reminds Naoya the most of himself when he was younger, that's all.

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this small piece 🥺 thank you so much for waiting and sending in this ask!! I've been wanting to write more about little Naori and this gave me the right excuse hehe.

Take care and hope to see you soon!!

[pastafossa]

Something really special and tear inducing happened with Pip today.

(TW for pet loss, not mine but someone else's)

So we were going into the vet for a quick shot he needed, and for a final check on the cut on his leg. So me and him got there pretty close to closing (final appointment of the day), around 3:45 when it closed at 4. And as I'm walking in, I pass a woman hurrying out. She's in tears, and my heart just breaks for her. She gives Pippin a quick, 'hi puppy' and shaky pet in passing.

But then we go through the door into the waiting room. And another woman is sitting there on the bench, cradling a small collar and just sobbing. Sure enough, the little candle is lit up on the counter for pet loss. And I'm not sure what to do - do I offer a hug? Tell her I'm sorry for her loss?

But Pippin decided he knew what to do.

I need you to understand Pip for a second. He has been with us for 3 weeks. The rescue/foster before us had him for 6. This dog is only 9 weeks removed from that horrible farm where he was beaten, neglected, and left outside by himself at all hours and seasons. He did not have love or training. So, he's learning. He still jumps a bit, paws at people. He walks ok on a leash, like he'll pull but not yank, and he's easily distracted. Easily excited by love or attention because he's not used to it. I do not think this dog has ever seen someone cry. He has not been trained to know what to do when someone is upset.

So there's Pip, seeing this distraught woman sobbing in front of him, with - as far as we know - no experience or context he could make a decision by.

In a heartbeat, I'm yanked across the room - something he does not do - so he can reach this woman. He abruptly slows for the final approach, tail gently wagging, and very softly nuzzles at her in a way I haven't seen him do before. And this poor woman reaches down, carefully cradles Pip's head, and whispers, "hi baby, soft boy. My boy was soft too."

And then she just... cries with him, her head on his.

I glance at the receptionist (who may have teared a little like I had) and I kinda tip my head towards them, a 'can I wait to check in?'. I get a nod, and a mouthed, 'we can wait.'

So I just sat down quietly next to her. Let her cry and pet him. He'd done his big lean on her legs with his head in her lap, carefully adjusting whenever she did. After about five minutes she told us - me and Pip - about her dog. 18 years old, one she'd had since he was a puppy. She showed Pip her dog's collar, and showed me pictures on her phone of this dog, a cute little white fluffball with a HUGE doggy grin. And she pets Pippin more, and asks about him - his name, how long we've had him, whether he can sit yet because her boy took a bit to learn. We talk about Pip's skinny head and I get a watery laugh out of her when I tell her I call him corndog brain since I'm pretty sure the only way a brain could fit in his long narrow head was if it was corndog-shaped and went down his snout. We're there for about fifteen minutes before a tech comes out with nose and paw prints and she stands up. Pippin stays right with her, leaning calmly against her side as she takes the prints, her fingers buried in all the fluff around his neck. She gets a hug from the tech, and then leans down to do the same to Pip. And before she goes (Pippin trying very much to follow), she looks at me and just quietly says, '...thank you for letting me borrow him. I needed that.'

I have no idea how Pippin knew what to do, or how he can be like this even after being treated the way he was. But I'm really glad he could help that woman.

[hykwrld]

guys i know that i literally just announced that i’d start writing for skz and i haven’t written anything in Forever but i can’t get whiny sub!jisung off of my brain :(((

he’s all teary and pouty, his cock red and leaky as he fucks his fist desperately, his phone beside him as he waits for you to pick up. the second he hears your voice, he’s nearly sobbing with relief and you almost think something’s wrong until you hear the slick noises of his hand moving up and down his chubby cock.

contains: sub!jisung, dom!reader, phone sex (sung is masturbating with you on the phone), jisung calls reader mommy but reader’s appearance/gender isn’t described in anyway, there’s not really an ending bc i can’t write those lol

“hi, sungie. why’d you call?” you ask, voice sweet like it always was.

“m-mommy, help p-please,” he begs, lips parted as just the mere sound of your voice has brought him closer to his orgasm than his own touch had the entire night. you seem to get at what he was saying, his breathy little moans making it easy to guess.

“oh, poor baby can’t get off without me?” you coo, your tone just condescending enough to send a pleasurable wave of shame through him.

he shakes his head desperately as if you could see, his free hand gripping at the sheets beneath him. “n-need to cum, mommy, hnng please,” he begs, the sweetest whines falling from his pretty lips.

“i know, sungie, bet your pretty cock hurd so much. must be so red and you must be leaking so much, ‘s a shame i’m not there to play with you,” you whisper and his eyes roll back. his actions haven’t changed at all, yet something about you talking to him as he tries to get off makes his mind foggy.

“please, please, please, ‘ve been so good, mommy, been such a good boy,” he nearly sobs, feeling himself finally get to the edge of the climax he’s so desperately wanted. his eyes are full of tears at this point, a couple rolling down his cheeks from the pure need that had built up in him.

“you can cum, sungie, make a mess of yourself for mommy,” you whisper and he cums, white ropes spurting from his aching cock, landing all over his tummy and thighs.

[timchalamet-devoted]

Anxious/overworked Timothee feeling sick and tired needing all the cuddles cuz he’s so miserable from working too much

Nothing, just you.

Hope you like it!! ( imagine living in a world where Timothée begs you for hugs 🤧)

Fluff!

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Lately Timothée's film schedule required him to work long days, well into the nights. He would stumble through the door at ungodly hours, hair a mess, eyes barely open, threatening to collapse at any given moment.

He was anxious beyond belief and made it a habit to pace up and down the house, without a moments rest.

You truly hated to see him like this. He grew distant, to the point where you would barely see him at home. It was no secret Timothée was passionate for his craft, but he began to neglect himself completely.

One day, he dragged himself in through the door as usual. You were already long in deep slumber, the house house standing quiet and still. He wobbled to your shared bedroom, gently pushing the door open to reveal your outline beneath the covers. Even in his state, he couldn't help but be awestruck by your beauty.

Without much bother to take off his clothes, he flopped onto the bed, curling himself into your body. He clung to you desperately, like some sort of koala, face buried in the space between your neck and shoulder. He called it his "safe place."

His arms squeezed you to him as closely as possible, leaving no space between.

You awoke to the soft shaking of his form, as quiet sobs escaped his mouth. The idea of your poor boy, so overworked and fatigued, broke your heart, but the sounds that reached your ears did it for you.

You twisted in his arms until you were face to face with him, his grasp not loosening for a second.

You carefully took his face in your hands , thumbs ghosting over his tear stained cheeks. Every time his lip quivered, your heart broke a tiny bit more.

Finally, he opened his eyes and looked up to meet yours. You looked at him gently, but solemnly, "Timothée, I really do think you should take a break, this isn't healthy. In fact, I insist. You're taking tomorrow off and shortening your work days, and that's the last I will hear of this."

He opened his mouth for a second as if to protest but shook his head, seemingly changing his mind, and closed it. Instead, his eyes reagined their glimmer slightly, and he smiled up at you

"Okay, mon ange. Whatever you say."

He leaned into your palm, which had never left his cheek, before resuming his old position snuggled up on the crook of your neck.

"Do you need anything? Water, aspirin, maybe?"

"Nothing, just you." Came his mumbled response.

The next day, the two of you spent the entire day in bed, eating pizza and binge watching his favourite shows. All the while, he never left your side and became the clingiest he's even been.

He trailled behind you around the house, constantly begging for kisses and hugs, to which you happily obliged.

[kamisatomay018]

Thorns Under The Moon (My theories and interpretations) - Major Spoilers Ahead!!

Okay holy shit you guys I needed hours to gather my thoughts and theories for this one because my god was this main story quest a rollercoaster of emotions!😭

Where do I even start OMFG, there’s so much to unpack here so please bear with me if my thoughts are a little scattered! Also this will be a long rant so please feel free to ask questions or share your opinions too!!

Firstly can we please just appreciate how husband coded Zayne really is? Like him and MC have the most canonly romantic relationship in the main story quest till now! With the other boys, MC isn’t as romantically involved as she is with Zayne imo and I absolutely adore that!

ALSO JEALOUS ZADDY? Yes please I had so much fun🤤🤤 (more on that in another post!)

All in all I loved just how much trust Zayne and mc put in each other and their abilities. Like Zayne knew that MC would be able to control the metaflux with her evol, and MC knew that Zayne would absolutely finish the surgery in 5 minutes. I really admire how they’re so trusting of one another🥹🥹

Now let’s get to the serious part shall we?

I swear I felt my heart stop for a moment when I saw Zayne in dawnbreaker’s clothes. For literally a solid 10 minutes while the story progressed I thought that the wanderer had teleported MC in dawnbreaker’s world and doctor Zayne got left behind. The way he gave her a chocolate and his fridge was full of those energy drinks, the jasmine on the table and the eerie vibe of the scene gave me chills.

However. I can very confidently say that it was NOT dawnbreaker, and I know there’s a lot of confusion about the same so let me break it down for you guys here:

1. We all know that MC has the ability of distinguishing her Zayne from Dawnbreaker, because it has happened in a 4 star memory before (I’m so sorry I can’t remember which one) where for a brief moment Dawnbreaker entered Zayne’s consciousness and MC immediately recognised it was not him just by looking into his eyes, even though the physical form was literally the Same. Here, we see the way MC was puzzled by his clothing and made sure to thoroughly examine Zayne by touching his face and looking into his eyes. Once she realised that it really was her Zayne, we saw how she visibly relaxed.

2. Had it truly been dawnbreaker, he would’ve been CONFUSION! Because how is it that the girl of his dreams is in his world? But Zayne had his familiar humour, making jokes about carrots and even knowing all about the wanderer situation that him and MC were facing. Had it truly been Dawnbreaker, it would’ve been impossible for him to understand anything at all.

3. And of course there is the most important fact that we know now that the wanderer had transported the two of them into Zayne’s dreams to trap them there, as it had the ability of traversing through space and time. And since Dawnbreaker and Zayne dream of each other all the time, we got transported to the ‘nightmare’ that always plagues Zayne. There was no reality as such in this case, they were in a Dream, and the even though the two had gone missing for 3 days in real life, they were never in Dawnbreaker’s world. It was simply an illusion of Zayne’s nightmares.

Now that we have established all of this, I just want to take a moment to emphasise on just how broken dawnbreaker’s world really is. The darkness, the loneliness the must face on a daily basis hurt my soul. Like if Zayne is so fucking troubled just by DREAMING about what Dawnbreaker has been through, I do not even want to imagine how Dawnbreaker Zayne is able to live in his broken world every single day after dreaming about how Doctor Zayne in another life is happier than him. Like please don’t hurt my poor baby Dawnbreaker like this😭😭

Then of course comes the climax of the story, when Zayne and MC split up to destroy the protocore cluster. When I tell you I SOBBED seeing Zayne in so much pain you guys😭 I just wanna hug him and put him in my pocket🥺 However all this aside, there’s so much we need to focus on from that one scene alone!

Firstly we get to see glimpses of Doctor Zayne’s trauma with how he struggles to save every patient that comes to him, with voices of people begging him to save him and accusing him. We also see how William had begged him to kill him because it was too late when they were in the arctic, which deeply traumatised Zayne.

However, the more interesting part is that of Dawnbreaker’s trauma. We see how he had to kill the little child and his mother, and how they were so surprised and kind of betrayed by the fact that he had to kill them, but at the same time they also begged to be killed when they realised that their time was up. BUT! Who is this girl that was featured again and again? Who was afraid of being killed next but all the same begged Dawnbreaker to kill her?

I believe it is MC, his MC. Because we see how Doctor Zayne is visibly pained when she gets injured or well killed. This is where shit gets real dark: I think we now finally know what happened to dawnbreaker’s MC. I believe that she either got turned into a wanderer, or her protocore syndrome went out of control and so she begged Dawnbreaker to kill her off.

Of course there is no confirmation of her being MC but it is the closest possible theory because we know that the girl held a great deal of importance for him. And my god this SUCKS because just how much pain will you give to that poor guy😭

Nowwww here comes another very interesting part: we potentially heard Astra’s voice. And I HATE HIM UGH- IF it really is him, He said two lines: “you shouldn’t throw yourself in danger just for her.” “Seek your destiny, only then can you be redeemed.”

Of course again there is no confirmation that it was Astra but with what the male voice said, him being Astra makes the most sense. What absolutely pains me about this is that Zayne potentially knows that he can break himself free from this cycle of death and trauma that he puts himself in by loving MC, that he STILL has a chance to be redeemed by seeking his “destiny” despite disobeying his god. But he doesn’t want to do it at all because it would involve living in a world where he cannot be with her and that to him is unacceptable. He is ready to die and be in all this pain just so that he can get to love MC😭😭 Tell me a love purer than zayne’s🥺

This also leads me to speculate that Doctor Zayne is already also aware about Foreseer Zayne. We know that Foreseer knew of a “Zayne”. But now I think that Zayne has either regained his memories of that lifetime or through research has found something about the Foreseer. That would explain his frequent trips to the arctic which he doesn’t even explain to MC in full detail, as well as him hearing Astra’s voice.

And while we are at foreseer’s topic

Once MC started healing Zayne’s injuries, she saw a fragment of her past life with Foreseer who also begged her to leave him. That gave me absolute chills you guys because we have been able to see her get flashbacks twice now- one with Sylus and now one with Zayne. Could this mean that she will soon start spiralling because of all these unknown memories of her past? And how exactly would she be able to accept just how much she’s hurt the boys (unintentionally ofc)?

But my goodness Zayne really needs to stop putting his life on the line to save us, I mean come on he somehow froze MC’s wound or something like that and absorbed it in his heart???😭😭 MY BABY IS SOMETHING HAPPENS TO YOU HOW WILL I SURVIVE😭

Towards the ending we get to learn a very important piece of information- that Ever is creating monsters and are basically saving people or extending their lifetime who are nearly dying. And who do we know had basically gone Kaboom?? CALEB. I am so fucking sure that Caleb is going to be a part of Ever in some way or the other and it will NOT be pleasant.

What also bothers me is that Xavier and Rafayel are also somehow linked to Ever- Rafayel through the deal he made before he sent MC into the N109 zone, and Xavier through the red collar type situation that he is forced to have on which restricts his freedom. Just how powerful is this group??

The last thing that was on my mind was the ending of the main story. Zayne’s dream. He apparently finally catches up with “the girl” and just as they are happy together, they end back into the doomed hospital corridor where she seems to be dying/heavily injured. So what bothers me is that is this dawnbreaker’s past or is it a hint of what MC and Zayne’s doomed fate holds for them? Right now they’re so happy together, but with how their love is cursed, is the ending supposed to be some twisted way of telling us that no matter what, Zayne cannot truly be with us and will have to watch us die?

I swear if this is what it is I will sob and cry and quit the game because I WANT A HAPPY ENDING WITH ZAYNE😭😭

Anyways this is the end of my long rant with some theories I had!! I would love for you guys to tell me what y’all think in the comments and let me know if I missed something!🩷

[antidesire]

Touch starved leon 🫣

he is soooo ♡ afab!reader x sub!leon

on a more fluffy note,,

since he is your boyfriend you notice the signs when he is getting antsy, tout shoulders, leg bouncing, easily distracted and his hand will not let up on yours despite the sweat piled up on your palms.

he wants to get out of whatever setting or situation the two are in and just collapse on top of you, he needs to feel your fingers comb through every strand of his hair, needs to feel your nails raking from his neck, down to his bare back. he desperately wants to bury your face in your chest, just breathe you in, his head resting there to rise and fall with every breath you take. if you were ever such a sweetheart to offer him a massage oh my, he is melting into a puddle underneath you, with your legs squeezed tightly on either side of him and your butt perched on his lower back you could feel every involuntary shudder, breathy exhale and every muscle loosen, following up with firm kisses wherever your fingers touched.

on a less fluffy note,

when leon is really touch starved like when he is back from a mission that has taken everything out of him, poor baby he is sloppy, he's dazed and it's like his brain is lagging behind- it's kinda cute ♡

he isn't making much sense but you know his body better than he does, he's yours. "lemme take care of you, baby," you'd offer, your palm squeezing his cheek and he'd give you big doe eyes, and a little nod, already leaning back against the bedframe at the top of the bed where the two of you had been wrapped in each others limbs all day, he barely let you grab water without following you around like a lost puppy.

he would hold you soooo tightly towards him, into him, like you'd wither away if he didn't. you'd barely been able to shed off both of your clothes, his shirt was laying halfhazaerly on the pillows behind him, and yours was still on but scrunched up as his fingers grasped and squeezed your hips. you couldn't even get your panties off, just opting to push the fabric aside so you could sink yourself onto his cock.

he didn't let you bounce too wildly, oh no that would defeat the purpose of how close he wanted you, forced to swivel, sway, and ever so lightly lift your hips before sinking onto him, giving his arms reassuring squeezes and careless kisses which his lips could barely keep up with like he had gone dumb and couldn't do more than one thing, too busy whimpering the prettiest little sounds "p-pleasuhh-mmhmm." his noises would be so dragged out and broken, his eyes would be so lazy and lidded, lips swollen and glistening with your shared salvias.

baby boy would be so far gone you'd have to ground him with little tugs of his hair, eyes fluttering open to settle on you again, "touch me, please mmh!" he'd plead as though your hands weren't all over him already, as though you could barely lift your hips off of him, his cock already seeping pre cum into you, twitching inside you only for leon to further push his hips upwards against you, insatiable.

he wouldn't last long but who could blame him, just sitting your pretty warm pussy on him already had him heaving out, "stop, s-slow down.. ahhgnn." his fingers digging into your flesh.

so of course he came quickly, his hips were jolting, thighs trembling underneath you and you could feel him drooling as his head was buried against your neck. nothing but incoherent babble was leaving his lips but oh my did he sound gorgeous, sweet little "oh, oh" and hisses of ah!'s sobbed into your burning skin.

you wouldn't have the heart to tell him you didn't cum and in all honesty, it wasn't even important in the moment nor would he understand your words as the moment with how he was already trying not to doze off, you felt sooo satisfied seeing him come undone like this, seeing him so content, warm cheeks and gentle squeezes to your waist so he could bring himself back to reality, it was so comforting :((

best believe you are cockwarming him for the rest of the night too ♡