#this game reached out to the little girl of me and ripped her heart out and held her so gently

[emmyrosee]

She got her quiet sneaking in from you.

Kenma’s fingers tap roughly on the controller in his hands, tongue poking out of the corner of his mouth in focus. He’s died four times to this monster, its shrieks of agony scaring him once embarrassingly in front of his chat, the other three deaths because, now that he’s past being scared, Kenma realizes what a damn hard boss this is.

“Chat, I’m telling you right now, if I see this dev in the streets, I’m taking a crowbar to their knee caps- this is a promise, not a warniIIIIIIING!”

He lurches from the gentle tug of his elbow, heart sinking to his chest in complete fear and acceptance that this is it for him, he’s dead. His arm is ripped away from the source, but when he hears a tiny gasp in fear, Kenma’s heart beats calmly again.

“Daddy okay?” Maesi asks, and kenma pauses the game to turn to her.

“You startled me baby,” he teases, and she blocks up at him with doe eyes to coax him to forgive her. As if she really needs to do that. “But what’s up beautiful?” He asks, putting down his controller and stretching. “How are you, angel?”

Maesi hums and passes her father the plate, her eyes peering up at him timidly- a trait he wants to blame on you, but every time, he’s met with a cocked eyebrow from you. “Want french fry?”

Kenma chuckles and nods, “I mean, you know I’m never gonna say no to fries,” he says, reaching down to grab the lukewarm fry from her tiny plastic plate. God knows how long they’ve been out, at least four hours; but that doesn’t stop kenma from letting his little girl take care of him in her own way. “You wanna be in daddy’s stream? Say hi to chat?” When she nods, Kenma lifts her up and into his lap, and once done, he reaches over to pick up another fry. In his headphones, Kenma hears that he got a donation.

Thank you kuroosassscheek for gifted 75 subs: hey Kenma there’s something behind you

“Thank you, Kuroo,” he scoffs. “Spawn, say hi to chat and uncle Tetsu.”

“Hi chat, hi uncle Tetsu,” she hums shyly, and Kenma kisses her temple around his chewing. “What playin’?”

“Daddy’s playing a scaaaary game,” he says, voice hiked slightly while he gasps. Maesi giggles before passing him another fry, which he takes quickly.

“Gonna have nightmare,” she warns.

Kenma raises his brows in agreement, “mommy’s gonna have to tuck me in.”

“Me too,” she mumbles, curling into Kenma’s hoodie, nose burrowing into his neck and tickling his skin slightly. “Play Star Valley?” She asks.

He hugs her tightly with a fake groan of effort, and she giggles happily, “you want to watch daddy play Stardew Valley?”

“Yeah..”

“Does mumma know you’re in here?”

Maesi is quiet- he chuckles and shakes his head, letting her get comfortable against him. He knows you’re not far, probably asleep on the couch, and Kenma prepares himself to potentially have to carry his two sleeping babies to bed.

“Alright- one second chat,” he says simply, grabbing his controller to change the game to the easy, calming game Maesi loves to watch him play. “We’ll pick that up tomorrow. Gotta protect myself from nightmares.”

Once again, Maesi lets out a little laugh; she tucks her face as close as she can to him, only shifting to grab another fry to munch on. He tips his head slightly again, to plant a kiss on the crown of her head, the soothing music in his headphones gets placed on her head, and before kenma can start any of his tasks, he feels Maesi’s breathing even out, her plate of fries and nuggets placed somewhere on the desk for him to take.

And that’s okay. He’ll play for a while, just in case she wakes up, and he’ll let her sleep in confidence in her fathers arms. Kenma’s pleased as the numbers in his stream doesn’t immediately drop: it stays, even now as it’s been hijacked by the one he loves most.

This 🥺🩷

[biibini]

you got me so soaked ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

can mizu handle all that?

tags: modern!mizu x f!reader, reader tries on lingerie, mdni pls, 18+, no plot just suggestive p0rn, reader got that body tea (bc ur body tea! i’m not kidding ik yall r baddies), foreplay, lacy lingerie, begging, pathetic, reader lowk dom, down bad mizu, smut smut and more smut, mizu nation rise up!

a/n: happy valentines day <3 some of the narration is influenced by gossip girl… i’ve been binging it and i’m now on s4 :P

Welcome to… Can Mizu Handle That? With your host, me aka bini!

Today, let’s test Mizu’s abilities in handling all of that, aka you in lingerie!

-ˏˋ⋆ Let the games begin! ⋆ˊˎ-

Behind curtain #1 is the first set: a sheer maroon red babydoll top with a big, black bow holding up the dress in the middle. the fabric flows out from the bow, revealing the lower parts of your stomach, teasing the rest behind the thin fabric. a simple lacy black pantie with a small, matching maroon red bow in the middle is paired with the top. your sheer thigh highs match the set, with black lace trim barely touching your panties, as if the whole set flowed down.

Let’s open curtain #1–

Oh dear.

It appears the sweet girl melted at the sight of you.

Mizu eyes slowly make their way down, her body stepping closer to yours. Her lightly calloused hands outline your figure. You feel the warmth of her palms burning past the thin fabric. Her grasp tightens right above your hips. Her lips find themselves against yours, slowly making their way down to your collarbones, leaving a pathway of deep, maroon marks to match your top.

Taken aback by her grasp, you try to pull away, attempting to gain control of the her hypnotization. But instead, she pulls you closer, leaving minimal space for you to escape her grasp.

The black ribbon in front of her teased her, letting her know that behind the black satin was your skin, soft and malleable.

Mizu gently tugs on the black ribbon, letting the ribbon loosen. She watched like a hawk as the babydoll top loosened against your figure. She was one step away from ripping the fabric apart.

It’s not like its made of steel.

“May I? Please?”, she quietly asked, holding back every bit of her that wished to ravish you all night.

Oh Mizu, little did you know there’s more to come…

We now have curtain #2 showcasing our second set: A purple lace set, mimicking a butterfly’s wings, matching with a luxurious sheer robe with a purple feather trim. The lace pattern reminds you of a rose garden, a repeated pattern of flower. The cut of your panties may start high waisted. But, a few holes provide easy access. Technically, you’re covered up, but one bend over reveals everything.

Be careful of the sweet honey you drop, reader. Mizu’s coming for the nectar.

Mizu spins you around, her jaw in awe of the beauty in front of her. She can’t help but pull the delicate robe off of you. Disrobing you at such an egregiously slow yet satisfying pace was a service she could barely handle.

Her hands reach out to feel the lacy bra barrier between her and your bare skin. In front of her laid a small hook, carefully hidden away from plain sight.

Did I not mention earlier that the hook is placed at the front?

Oops…

Your breath hitches as Mizu unhooks the bra. The warmth of her breath drives you crazy, feeling the heat from a few inches away. You hear your heart beat of your drum thumping loudly in your ear, anticipating what Mizu’s next move was.

You hear her curse under her breath.

“Fuck…”

All you could do was smile at her reaction, knowing more to what meets the eye.

“You like this one?”, you tease, guiding her hands down your figure, cupping her hand to the shape of your chest.

Mizu hummed in delight, taking in every curve and dip of your body. She can never resist you.

You sit her down at the edge of the bed (surprise! we always come prepared at this show) and positioned yourself in front of her. Typically, the roles would be reversed as she would be the one to cater to your every wish. But this set brought out a bolder, confident side of you.

Maybe it was the robe that did it…

As her hands continued to follow your guidance, you pulled her left hand closer to your unguarded entrance, circling around the lace edge. You feel Mizu’s fingers tremble beneath you, coated from your dripping liquid. Before she can go any further, you pull her hand away to take a step back.

Her flushed face spoke many words that could be later whispered into the night. It isn’t long before she falls on her knees, working her way up, kisses planted up your inner thighs. You widen your legs, allowing her to get closer to your aching entrance.

Does she wish to eat you out? Yes.

Do we have time for that today? Unfortunately, no.

Off to the next one!

Behind curtain #3 is an angelic two-piece: a lacy white bra held by two pink ribbons paired with short white bloomers to match. The kicker was a lacy garter belt by your left thigh with a small pink bow at the front. Alongside the garter were white sheer knee high lace socks with a simple ruffled trim. Altogether, the set made you look soft, romantic, almost fragile.

Mizu definitely didn’t wish to ruin this one. She wishes to worship every piece that touched your body.

You watch her eyes linger at your figure, amazed at the spectacle in front of her. She wonders how she got so lucky.

Mizu’s hands reach out. However, they hover right above your waist, hesitating to connect with your body. You look into those deep ocean eyes of hers, now deep in concentration.

Be careful Mizu. Something so alluring and angelic can have a devilish plan up their sleeve.

“Honey, it’s okay”, you pleasantly reassure, pulling her hands to your waist.

Her hands followed suit as you let go. She starts to gently caress you, keeping in mind the soft fabric between her palm and your skin. From your breasts to following down your spine, she pulls you close for a soft longing kiss.

You wrap your arms around her neck, guiding you two towards the bed. Before you can sit down, Mizu whispers in your ear.

“Let me hold you close.”

Before you know it, her arms hook under your legs. To her, carrying you is the easiest thing in the world. Her lips interlock with yours, soft yet so needy at the same time. She holds you upright as she crawls onto the bed, laying you down gently. As she crawls on top of you, you push her off, reclaiming a bit of dominance.

“I need you to…” you breathily say, coming up for air.

Mizu leans back with her mouth slightly agape, listening to whatever came out of your mouth. (a/n: blah blah blah proper name place name backstory stuff).

“To?”

You place your right leg in front of Mizu, hinting at the knee high socks.

“To take these off of me… Please…”

Mizu sat down in front of you, pulling your hips closer to her. Her hands reached to the edge of your right sock, dragging the thin fabric down to reveal the rest of your leg. The heat from the palms of her hands warmed you up. Her hands couldn’t help but grasp a little, especially when tugging it off.

“Be gentle!”, you tease, a light-heartedness found in your voice.

She smiled in response before kissing down your right leg, making you breathily moan.

Mizu then moved onto your left leg, noticing the garter belt by your thigh. Her hands trickle upwards, your breath hitching from the pleasure.

“And this too?”, she questioned in a sweet tone, looking up at you.

You nod in response, meeting her gaze. Before noticing the blush on her cheeks, she looks down at the decoration, carefully loosening the tie of the pink ribbon. With a delicate hand, she unties the garter and places it next to you, leaving a kiss on your thigh. She continues her work below, stripping away the other sock. You feel every kisses on the trail she left behind, from your thigh to your ankle.

You come back close to her, lifting her face to meet yours. You find her eyes gazing back at yours, filled with need.

Dare I say, almost pathetic.

With your thumb, you gently caress her flushed cheek, reassuring her work was done.

“Good job baby.”, you praise, planting a kiss on her lips once again.

You would think she would stay obedient for her gorgeous girlfriend.

It’s bold of you to assume such.

It didn’t take long for Mizu to pounce over you, feeling up every curve of your body. Her lips found their way down your neck, leaving wet kisses by the nape. You moan into her ear every time she nibbled at the sensitive skin.

Her hands reached up and down, pulling on the pink ribbons to loosen the bra, freeing your breasts. You feel her cup them, squeezing the soft mounds with little restraint.

“Is this a good job too, princess?”

Mizu quickly places her mouth on your boob, sucking at the soft skin, making you yelp out a “yes” in response.

“Good.”

Maybe I should’ve warned you first… Oops!

Final consensus:

-ˏˋ⋆ Mizu really can handle all that! ⋆ˊˎ-

[corseque]

clair obscur, a funny detail about how renoir interacts with maelle (spoilers)

one of the touching things on the second playthrough about Mirror Renoir is how he is so incredibly powerful and he could have definitely stopped the 33rd, but he's instead destroyed by his love for his children. I'm sure that the only way that he's even able to bring himself to fight his children is knowing that he cannot possibly kill either of them. Verso is immortal and, if Renoir kills Maelle, she will simply be erased out of the canvas and forced out into the real world again. He actually cannot harm the Real Alicia even if he kills her.

So Renoir genuinely doesn't have anything to worry about in regards to killing his children, and Maelle ISN'T EVEN *HIS* ALICIA, and yet he's such a girl dad to Alicia and such a father that he hesitates and warns and apologizes and pleads with her to understand, which causes her to gain strength enough to beat him. This is the same thing that happens to Real Renoir when he confronts his own daughter. Mirror Renoir KNOWS he cannot kill Verso because Verso is immortal, but he cannot bring himself to strike down his son in order to finish pushing Alicia, the danger to Aline, out of the canvas, not until it's far too late. He is undone by his children, just like Real Renoir cannot actually "kill" his child at the end of the game.

I also get a kick out of Maelle cursing at him, and the Mirror version of him seems like he would be the kind to take it really seriously, but we know the real version of him is this gentle bohemian artist so on the second playthrough I read his expression more of gentle exasperation at her language rather than actually being angry. He's so funny.

That's not even his baby daughter but it IS HIS BABY DAUGHTER, HIS LITTLE HIDDEN STAR and he has to KILL HER if he wants to SAVE HIS FAMILY but he's so sheepish that he's upset her that he avoids her eyes. LMFAO

I love how Mirror Renoir says angrily to Verso, "SHE is not your family" about Maelle because HE'S having the same issue. Because that's his little girl, real and innocent and even younger than Alicia, and SO angry at him.

The only reason they got past him was because they made him fight his own children, that's it. They made him face off and have to hurt the very children he was most upset by, his dead son and his disabled daughter. And him being reluctant to fight WAS Verso's strategy too, and they both knew it. like Renoir's just very very charming to me, you cannot take the dad out of this man. He is so undone by his daughter that he stands still as she she reaches out and rips his heart from his chest and stabs him with her sword. His little daughter is the end of both versions of him.

[ophanum]

' MISS CONNECTIONS ! - Niragi Suguru

ft. sub yandere! Niragi Suguru x f! insecure! reader

synopsis : You have seen him talking with another girl, so unsuspected and he's so chill with her. You saw this scenario not only once but twice. Now he's banging on your door.

tags & tw/cw: Slight OOC, angst.

❝A rib cage breaks in many ways... I'm told the best way to do it is take the heart out, is take the heart out...❞ — Miss Connections by The Keystones

It was her.

"Bunny," he called out, a name that used to send shivers down your spine, now dripping with a sickening sweetness.

The crowd blurred, a sea of faces except for one. There he was, the black hair a beacon. But it wasn't him that stole the air from your lungs.

His smile, the one that used to be yours, was plastered on her face too. It felt like a theft, a violation. As her smile mirrored his, a crack formed in your heart, widening with each passing second. The warmth you'd built around your emotions crumbled, replaced by a hollowness that echoed in your chest.

Tears pricked your eyes, blurring the scene further. You wished, with a desperation you hadn't felt in years, that he could see the wreckage he'd caused. The love you'd poured into him, now a shattered reflection staring back.

A ghost of a smile played on your lips, a bitter parody of amusement. You didn't need to stay here, a spectator in your own heartbreak. With a final, resolute turn, you walked away, leaving the shattered pieces behind.

"Hey babe," he chirped, pushing open the door. His adoring gaze swept the room before landing on you. Your back was turned, but he didn't miss the way you stiffened at his arrival. His grin, wide and boyish, seemed at odds with the way he swayed towards you, arms outstretched. Despite it, they landed softly on your hips, pulling you closer.

You remained unresponsive, a statue in his embrace.

"Just wait," he murmured, nuzzling his chin against your shoulder and squeezing tighter. "There's another game we can play, right? You and me? What do you say?"

"Sure," you replied, your voice flat. "I'll play."

Niragi, usually oblivious, caught the undercurrent in your tone. Maybe it wasn't your best day. He forced a smile, trying to inject some lightness into the air, even if it clashed with his usual bravado.

"Perfect! How about we head to my room?"

Silence stretched, thick and heavy. Finally, you spoke.

"No. Actually, I don't think I'm in the mood."

His eyebrows shot up. "Hey, what's wrong?"

A humorless chuckle escaped your lips. It sputtered out before fully forming, like a deflated balloon. Though you remained, the lightness had vanished from your laughter.

"Just not feeling it, Niragi," you sighed. "Honestly, sleep sounds amazing right now."

The clink of metal echoed as you dropped your utensils, the clatter a stark contrast to the quiet simmering on the stove. You turned and walked away, leaving Niragi rooted to the spot, his hand reaching out as if to grab your arm, then retracting just as quickly.

"Okay then," he mumbled as you reached the doorway. "Sweet dreams, babe."

The door shut with a soft click, your reply lost in the silence.

That's how things had been. Maybe a little childish, you thought. But the tone of his voice, laced with a vulnerability that resurfaces ever since you two admit each to one's feelings, sent your mind spiraling. A flicker, a spark – not broken, but…dented.

Liar. The word echoed in the empty space where your laughter once resided.

You love him more than you can handle. It's a suffocating weight, this affection, a burden your heart wasn't built to carry.

Love, in its purest form, terrifies you.

A tear welled at the corner of your eye, threatening to spill. But not this time. No, please, not today. Not when you're already teetering on the edge. Sleep, blessed sleep, became your only solace, a refuge from the storm brewing within.

Then came the next day. And with it, the sight that ripped the fragile peace you'd cobbled together. There he was, again, with her.

Why? What twisted game was this?

Jealousy, ever the venomous serpent, coiled itself around you, its icy grip climbing from your toes to your very core. It squeezed, injecting its poison into your veins, turning your thoughts to ash. Your fingers clenched, knuckles white. The world blurred with a haze of hurt and anger.

But then, a flicker of something else. A ghost of a smile played on your lips, your eyes drooping half-closed. The raw shock morphed into a mask of weary acceptance.

"Maybe..." you whispered, voice barely audible, "maybe they are better suited..." You squeezed your eyes shut, a strangled sob catching in your throat. "I can't compete with that..."

Defeated, you turned to leave, each step heavy with the weight of unspoken hurt. But just as you were about to slip back into the shadows, a hand clamped down on your arm, halting your retreat.

"What were you mumbling about, babe?" Niragi asked, his voice laced with concern.

You turned your head slowly, meeting his gaze with a wary caution. A flicker of movement behind him caught your eye – the woman he'd been with, now engrossed in conversation with someone else. His eyes, however, held a different story, a story you could almost decipher from the worry etched within them. He must've caught a word or two of your whispered defeat.

A smile, fragile and uncertain, touched your lips. In those depths you saw reflected the memories you shared, the very foundation of your love for him. And you knew, with a pang of truth, that his love for you brimmed over, a constant overflowing cup. Yet, even a cup overflowing with red wine can be refilled. He was the one who'd take his last breath for you, you knew that.

So why this sudden doubt, this crippling fear? Because love, you understood with a bitter clarity, was a fickle thing. And you, you were weak. You couldn't hold out forever, no matter how much it tore you apart.

Even for him?

But wasn't this for him, too? This agonizing self-preservation? A selfish act, a mantra echoing in your head – selfish, selfish, selfish. But what other choice did you have? Did you..?

"Are you okay?" Niragi's voice, laced with genuine concern, snapped you back to the present. You looked at him, the weight of your unspoken turmoil a heavy burden in your chest.

Your eyes snapped open, the daze momentarily forgotten. You forced a closed-eye smile, hoping it masked the turmoil within.

"Hey! Didn't see you there. What's up?"

Niragi wasn't fooled. Something was terribly wrong. "Y/n," he pressed, his voice firm. "Talk to me. There's something bothering you..."

You let out a shaky breath, a sliver of your exhaustion finally reaching the surface. Your eyelids fluttered shut, revealing the dark circles beneath. "Just...tired, Niragi. All these games are catching up, I guess."

You started to walk away, seeking solace in the quiet corners of the room. But Niragi's hand clamped onto your arm before you could disappear.

"Let me help," he pleaded. "Babe, I hate seeing you like this. I want to fix it."

A sigh escaped your lips, heavy with unspoken words. "Maybe later, Niragi. I just need some space."

You retreated once more, leaving him standing there with a furrow in his brow.

How many times? How many walls had you built, only to have him break them down with his unwavering concern? It had happened just yesterday, hadn't it? And the week before that? A month?

Now here he was, practically begging on the doorstep. Knees scraping against the floor, knuckles rapping a frantic rhythm against the wood.

"Y/n, please..." his voice choked with emotion. "Tell me what I did wrong. Tell me, so I can hold you again. I just want things to go back to how they were..."

An hour had passed, measured by the deepening purple of his knees and the puffy red of his eyes. Yet, he persisted. You, in a way, had molded him into this new Niragi. A man in control, seeking validation through love, not violence. Rid of the bloodlust, the madness, the insecurity. You'd sculpted him into something better.

Perhaps that's why he hadn't just barged in yet. But the raw desperation in his voice hinted at the calamity simmering just beneath the surface, barely contained.

The weight of his debt was heavy – his life, his future, all tethered to her. But if this was the end, then so be it. He'd unleash the monster he kept caged, just to keep her by his side.

Yet, a question gnawed at him, a relentless echo in his mind. Why? Why was this happening?

Just then, the click of the lock sent a jolt of hope through him. He lifted his chin, a desperate plea mirrored in his puppy-dog eyes that twisted something in your gut. He sank to the floor, clinging to your leg.

"Please," he rasped, the word a desperate plea through hiccups. "Please, just tell me what's wrong..."

"Come inside, Niragi," you sighed, leading him into the room.

You settled on the bed, the air thick with unspoken tension. Niragi remained standing, a storm brewing in his unstable gaze. He craved answers, and he craved them now, even if it meant forcing them from your clenched fists. Even if it meant laying waste to everyone around him for your sake.

"So?" he finally barked, his voice tight.

Silence stretched between you, your eyes refusing to meet his. He searched your face, desperate for any explanation.

A groan escaped your lips as you buried your face in your hands. "It's me, Niragi," you confessed, a wave of misery washing over you. "I'm not strong enough for this."

"No, you're not weak!" His laugh, a harsh, hollow sound, sent shivers down your spine. Unhinged, desperate, teetering on the edge. "You're the strongest person I know, stronger than me even!"

"That's not what I meant," you clarified, your voice barely a whisper.

His gaze locked onto yours, a frantic plea replacing the desperation. Like a cracked glass, he seemed to hold onto the last vestiges of control, preventing the torrent of emotions from spilling over.

"I don't think I can do this anymore," you whispered, the words heavy with defeat.

"What?" The single word broke free, laced with disbelief.

"Find someone else, Niragi," you choked out, tears stinging your eyes. "I don't deserve you."

A tremor ran through him, a crack splitting wide within. The dam holding back the monster was on the verge of breaking.

"Wait!" he cried, scrambling to his knees before you. He cupped your face in his trembling hands, his grip gentle yet firm. "Why? What happened? I...I don't understand! Y/N, please, please, tell me..."

The dam within you finally broke. Your lips quivered, and a tremor ran through your body as the raw vulnerability of his touch cracked the carefully constructed facade. Tears streamed down your cheeks, your hands limp in his grasp.

"I...I got jealous," you confessed, the words choked out on a sob.

Niragi, overwhelmed with his own emotional turmoil, could only listen intently, his hold tightening slightly with every shaky word you spoke.

"I know you didn't mean anything by it," you continued, voice thick with despair, "but it hurt so much, Niragi. So, so much. I felt like I couldn't take it anymore. I'm such a terrible girlfriend..."

"No! It was me!" he roared, desperate to absolve you of any blame. "There's nothing to apologize for! I'm the one who glanced over, like an idiot! It wasn't anything, I swear! I'm so sorry, Y/n, so sorry! I'll never do it again, I promise! You're the only one I see, my love, the only one I'LL EVER SEE!"

You shook your head, the memory of that single glance, a mere hairline crack in your relationship, amplifying into a gaping chasm in your own mind. This was your weakness, your flaw, laid bare.

After the torrent of emotions, an exhausted silence descended. You took a shuddering breath, a tired smile flickering on your lips.

"No, Niragi," you said softly, your voice drained. "Don't you see? Can't you see how weak I am? How flawed?"

"No, they're not flaws! They're not!" he cried, his voice thick with choked sobs as he cupped your cheeks. "They're not... how can I make you understand that?"

You shook your head again, the movement barely there. "There's no need to explain anymore, Niragi. I won't listen. It's...irritating, isn't it?" you whispered, your voice barely audible over his sobs and the muffled thumps of his fist hitting the bed beside your leg. "I'm not trying to blame you...it's just the way things are. Can't we accept it? Fate practically screaming at us. Let's not try to ruin it all."

"I DON'T CARE ABOUT FATE!" he roared, his voice raw with desperation. "I don't care about anything at all! I ONLY WANT YOU, Y/N! WHY CAN'T YOU JUST GIVE YOURSELF TO ME?"

His words hung heavy in the air, a desperate plea laced with a terrifying undercurrent. He was at the end of his rope, teetering on the edge, willing to become the monster he held at bay, all for a chance to keep you.

At this point, his hair stuck to his face in damp strands. His sobs had slowed to ragged hitches, his eyes red and puffy. He hiccuped, clinging to you like a lost child. And amidst the wreckage, your heart, if it even existed anymore, shattered into a million pieces.

You'd questioned its existence for a while now. Was there even a flicker of sympathy left within you, for him or yourself? You'd cried yourself dry days ago, the tears a testament to your own pathetic state.

"I don't know how to fix this, Niragi," you whispered, the words a hollow echo in the room. "I wish I did."

"I would never," he hiccuped, wiping his face with a wet sleeve. He slumped down, laying his cheek on your lap like a defeated puppy. "I would never do it again, Y/n. Put me on a leash, tie me to a chair, lock me in a dungeon with starving dogs – losing you would be the death of me."

His voice dropped to a near whisper, his eyes losing their spark. "Don't...don't make me a grave."

Your lips quivered. Maybe you were the monster. Not the monstrous being Niragi conjured in his mind, but perhaps the architect of this pain. Maybe you were the one inflicting the hurt. And the thought of it repeating… you tilted your head down. It would repeat, wouldn't it?

"Niragi, it hurts so much," you choked out, the words thick with despair. "Why does it have to be this way?"

"Y-You're asking me?" he offered, a ghost of a smile flickering through his hiccups, only to melt back into a frown.

You cupped his chin, forcing him to meet your gaze. "Cuddle with me?"

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[jeon-ify]

thoughts - choi san ft. mingi (part 2)

a/n: idk girl… i kinda want mingi to fuck her with tied up san and make him watch 😩

warnings: mean!dom mingi, sub!tied up san, swearing, pussy slapping, fingering, squirting, mingi fucks reader in front of san, spit play, face slapping, degradation, titty slapping, etc. if i missed anything lmk !

enjoy! not proofread :)

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the 2 weeks went by extremely fast, considering how you’ve spent it with san the entire time— in and out of his dorm. you felt guilty, but he was filling that void for you.

the drive to the airport felt like a dread. you wanted mingi to come back, honestly. but you didn’t want to go back to the vanilla sex that you’d been having with your boyfriend from this point on. you pull into the lane with doubt, maybe he’s upped his sex game, maybe he doesn’t want sex anymore. you think about ways to bring up the topic, but it just doesn’t flow.

you swerve into the lane to wait for mingi. after 20 minutes, you get out of the car and wait in the airport lobby for him. he arrives shortly, running to hug you and seeming so tired after working so hard. he wanted to surprise you with his project, but the last thing that was on your mind throughout those two weeks were what he was doing in japan.

“my baby, i missed you so much! how was japan?” you exclaim. he hugs you tightly, kissing you all over your face. your heart ached before him, not knowing how to handle the guilt.

how could you?

“it was so great, but i missed you so much, y/n.” he relaxes his head on your shoulder through the hug, your body warmth making him sleepy.

you carry his backpack and take his duffles to the car as he follows you out. he sits beside you, turning up the radio and listening to your playlist. “what’d you do while i was gone? we barely spoke.”

his head turns to face you as he questions you. it feels like you’re being convicted of a felony, your heart falls to your ass as you try to come up with a lie. he watches your breathing change and your face flush with red.

“honestly i was super bored. i…” you pause, taking in a deep breath and chuckling before continuing your bullshit, “don’t know how i managed. how was your filmmaking? was it exciting?”

he stays quiet, his face straight, plastered with suspicion.

“it was exciting, thanks. what’d you do the day i left? yeosang said you stopped by. what was that about?” you literally cannot come up with anything else, so you decide to ‘tell the truth’.

“i was bored so i hung out with wooyoung and jongho for a little bit but then i went home, why?” you reach a red light as mingi grabs your thigh, squeezing tightly. he squeezes almost too tight that it begins to hurt.

“mm, but they weren’t at the house, y/n. what were you doing there?” he looks out the window, trying to think of what he’ll do when you confess and make it easier so he’s not worried about if you’re cheating or not— he’d just know. he hopes he’s wrong, though.

“n-no. mingi, you’re hurting me.” he squeezes your inner thigh as the car swerves just a little bit out of the lane. you feel like he’s gonna rip a chunk of your thigh off of you, tears welling up in your eyes.

“yeah? it didn’t hurt me when i heard you on the phone fucking san? do you think i’m stupid, y/n? i told you not to go near san, didn’t i?” you fall silent as your ears begin to ring.

he knew.

but san didn’t say anything?

but he heard your voice.

“fucking answer me,” he brings his hand up to your throat to cut off your airways as a threat to make you speak.

“y-yes,” you gasp. you literally feel like your body gave up on you as your limbs all fall numb into mingi’s touch.

“why are you fucking my friends? the one friend i told you to fucking stay away from. he’s married, hm? you’re home-wrecking, darling. are you a whore? are you san’s whore?”

“n-no, mingi, please,” you moan. he lets you go as you pull into the driveway of your home, seeing a familiar car parked in the front.

leaving all his luggage in the trunk, he slams the door closed as he goes to open your door. he pulls you out by your wrist, slamming the door shut behind you and dragging you into the house. you stop in your tracks when you see a familiar pair of shoes on the doormat.

“keep walking.” he demands. your legs shake in fear and somehow, arousal. mingi has never been this rough with you, and somehow it sends a shock down to your core.

you slowly walk over to your shared bedroom, opening the door and seeing what you thought you’d never see— san on your bed.

you stop and stare at the man on mingi’s side of the bed. he’s sat up straight with his hands tied behind his back, his feet tied together, and a black piece of duct tape on his mouth. a layer of sweat envelopes his toned torso, his black hair slowly moves with every breath he takes. the silver chain he wears is now covered in beads of sweat as the veins in his neck become more prominent. you would be lying if you said that you didn’t want to bounce on his dick at that given moment.

you feel mingi’s chest press against your back as his hand moves to wrap itself around your throat. he feels your heartbeat through your neck, gulping in fear.

“what’s wrong, baby? cat got your tongue?” his deep voice grumbles in your ear. his teeth graze against your ear, sending chills down your body.

“m-mingi, what’s going on?” you shake and try to break away from mingi’s grasp, not breaking eye contact with the man tied up on your boyfriend’s side of the bed.

“you thought i wouldn’t know if you were whoring around with my friends? i’m many things, but i’m not stupid.” he lets go of you, shoving you further into the room and closer to san.

you hear san whimper, his head thrown back in irritation from how he can’t fuck you into oblivion in front of your boyfriend.

san loved so many things about you— but what he loved the most was how turned on he gets whenever you get helpless. you’re like a brainless whore he wants to fuck over and over— just for him to use.

it’s almost like a continuous battle between the two— and hopefully, your boyfriend would win. you’re rooting for him.

san groans something that you make out to say “take this off,” but he’s enjoying every minute of it. he feels like he’s gonna cum in his pants from the way mingi is undressing you.

mingi takes your sweats off first, then proceeds to taking off your tanktop. you gasp and try to cover your chest as he takes your bra off with only one hand. when he sees your hands fly up to cover yourself, he pins your wrist between his large hands.

“let’s not act all modest now, y/n.”

he proceeds to sliding your soaked panties off, a string of arousal connected to your pussy makes mingi groan, and san’s eyes roll.

mingi pulls you by your hair and bends you over the dresser in front of san. he stands beside your bare body, staring at san through the reflection of the mirror. both of their breaths pick up at the sight, mingi glaring at san and watching him stare at his naked girlfriend.

“i’m gonna ask you once, y/n. is he better?” mingi challenges you in answering the question you fear your life to answer. of course san was better at sex, but you’d never admit to your boyfriend.

“fuck! no, please—“ you feel your legs weaken as mingi plunges two fingers into your sopping cunt, not giving you the chance to answer his question. he lands a sharp slap onto your cunt, making your body shiver.

“no?” his fingers move quickly, feeling the way you’re about to cum all over his fingers. he feels you sucking him in and clenching around his long fingers, so he pulls out before you could release.

“i’m sorry! i’m sorry, mingi.” your breath hitches as you cry out in desperation for a release— and a hint of guilt. you literally feel like karma is biting you in the ass, no matter how pleasured you are.

with your juices all over his middle fingers, mingi’s tall and lean figure walks over to san and rips the tape off of his face. san winces in pain, a smirk plastered all over his face. a soft red tint blankets his skin as he takes in a deep breath and licks his puffy lips.

“open— there you go. taste my girlfriend’s cum all over my fingers.” mingi groans— impossibly but somehow possibly— growing harder at the action of his friend sucking your precum off his fingers.

“she tastes phenomenal, mingi. you’ve missed out.” san breathes out deeply after mingi releases his fingers with a pop. you watch the entire scene happen before you, your thighs clenching with need. you’re taken aback when mingi grips the back of san’s head, forcing him to stand up straight.

“y/n, come here.” you follow his command weakly. you immediately fall to your knees before the two men, legs shaking as mingi moves the strand of hair that delicately falls on your forehead. he makes you seem so innocent, but he knows, and so do you and san know, that that is far from what you are.

san watches as you drool before your boyfriend. “open your mouth, pretty girl,” san speaks up as he lands a wad of spit onto your tongue. you swallow with pride, watching mingi glare at the encounter before him.

“you just open your mouth to anyone, mm?” mingi is upset, but san is so fucking turned on, he literally feels like he’s gonna explode.

you (un)intentionally unzip mingi’s pants, looking san in the eyes. you pull the band of his boxers down, revealing his aching cock, just for you to claim into your throat. you lick a long stripe up the length, not breaking eye contact with san as you so whore-ishly suck on your boyfriend’s cock.

“thinking of me, butterfly? remember me when you fuck him, ‘kay?” the man says as you take mingi’s entire length into your mouth, the aching tip touching the back of your throat making your eyes water.

as his hand starts forming a makeshift ponytail and pushing your head down, san wishing he can break free from the restrains on his hands. he so badly wants to pull out his painful cock and start stroking himself before the both of you.

“mingi, you’re so big. how’s she gonna take you?” san questions, his breath hitching and deepening.

“she’s been stretched out enough. i’m sure you’re loose now from all the dick you’ve been taking while i was gone, yeah?” he pulls you off of his length to throw you onto the bed like a ragdoll.

you gasp at the action, san’s head turning to face you as he whines.

“please, untie me. wanna cum so bad.”

mingi ignores his friend’s cries, moving down to spit on your abused cunt. he slides his tank top off, throwing it somewhere in the room as he leans down to plant a kiss on your forehead. a sign of care slightly shows in mingi’s eyes, but the way he plunges his cock so hard into you immediately blocks out the kind gesture he gave you. your legs jolt at the powerful and radical thrusts that mingi gives you, crying out for mercy.

“fuck, mingi sl-slow down! it hurts,” you’re not sure if you want him to stop, but it hurts so good.

he lands a painfully sharp slap onto your right tit, making you wince out in pain and pleasure.

“yeah? but you can fuck san for days and not say anything? who’s hurt, darling? which one of us is really hurt?” you feel so fucking guilty. your eyes well up in tears as you try to apologize, because mingi’s given you nothing but love, respect, support, and most of all, he understood you the way no one else could.

how could you do something so terrible to him?

“i’m sorry! i’m so fucking sorry-“ you’re reaching your orgasm, cumming on the base of mingi’s cock. he feels you clenching around him as his thrusts come to a slow. his hand rubs on the red area on your chest, leaving a kiss on the irritated spot.

“yeah? how sorry? use your words,” his deep voice is so beautiful, it almost makes you cum again from the way he’s talking in your ear.

“f-for fucking your friends, i— fuck, please—“ you cry out.

while san watches, a spot on his pants becomes a darker shade, indicating that he literally came in his pants. he’s been moaning and whining and whimpering, all while mingi fucks you senseless.

“listen to me, hyung. if you ever get near my girl again, i’ll fucking kill you, you hear me?” mingi doesn’t face san, nor does he blink. he doesn’t break eye contact with you as he pounds into you deeply, hitting your cervix over and over, making you squirt around him and staining his sheets. his hand caresses your cheek as his warm minty breath fans into your face. his eyes roll to the back of his head, listening to your cries.

san doesn’t answer. instead, he groans and tries to wriggle his hands out of the restraints. he watches his friend fuck you hard, wishing it were him. he’s fucked you all 14 days, he just can’t get enough.

neither can mingi— as he licks up the tears that flow onto your cheeks.

“why are you crying, hm? do you feel sorry for being a slut behind my back?” mingi’s faux concern masks his lust, making you clench around him for the fourth time tonight.

“you’re clenching me so tight, oh my goddd, ‘m not going anywhere,” he pulls out before you can cum around him, standing up to untie san.

“fuck, thank you, mingi.” san hurries to take his pants off and stand before you, stroking his painfully hard cock. mingi watches as san gets off on his own girlfriend, not understanding how he hasn’t killed him yet for looking at you.

“you can fuck her, and don’t hold back. she likes it hard.” mingi speaks up, making your heart drop to your ass as you’re about to cheat on your boyfriend again, in front of him.

“m-mings—“ you’re silenced by san’s hand around your mouth as he immediately plunges his long and familiar cock into your wet, stretched out pussy. he pounds into you almost in an animalistic manner, making your vision cloud and your stomach clench from the painful orgasm.

“don’t call out for him, i’m the one fucking you, look at me.” he groans out as he grabs your chin, forcing you to watch him fuck you again.

mingi sits where san was, jerking off his long and hard length from how hot it was that you were so helpless and ‘innocent’ from fucking someone else.

“slap her.”

san lands a sharp slap on the left side of your face, grabbing your jaw and moving you back into place just to slap you again.

he repeats the action one more time as you slap him back. his thrusts stop. feeling disrespected and taken aback, san thrusts into you harder as your body jolts and shakes. you squirt again, all over san as mingi whimpers and groans from beside you.

“shit! i’m cumming, fucking cumming, mingi. where—“ you whine out again, mingi standing up and reaching his orgasm as well.

“me too, fuck— cum on her tits, all over her.”

“cum all over me, please—“ you whine out with a dry throat while both men release their load all over your chest, even on your chin.

“so much cum, just for my bitch, yeah?” mingi groans breathily as you nod for him in response.

san walks away to clean up and put his clothes on in the bathroom, leaving the two of you alone.

“go near that fucker again, i’ll kill the both of you in a heartbeat. am i clear?” he says with a doe eyed smile as if he was a puppy, planting a kiss on your plump lips.

“y-yes.”

————

i—

my god.

[queef-of-fortune]

Marionette (Doflamingo X Reader)

Chapter Forty-seven:

Plot: When the Straw Hat crew got separated, Kuma sent her to the kingdom of Dressrosa. Unfortunately for her, she caught the eye of none other than the king himself. Donquixote Doflamingo.

Doflamingo thundered down the corridors of the palace, feathered coat fluttering behind him. He came like a storm. Fast and loud yet he didn’t say a word. The sound of his boots against the stone floors caused each and every servant that crossed his path to bow their head in silence as they scurried out of his way. 

He was in a foul mood this morning. Not only was this by far the worst hangover he’d ever had, there was also an unwanted guest staying in one of his guest rooms. Not to mention how humiliated he felt. How could he call her that? 

‘Mommy…’ 

The word echoed in his ears as he stomped. Doflamingo had every intention of finding out what Crocodile was really up to. And he certainly was in no mood to play games with the former Warlord. Even (Y/N) was suspicious of his presence. And not to mention the way he looked at her. The thought alone made his teeth grind audibly. 

At the party, Doflamingo was chatting it up with some future business partners at a card table. When he scanned the room to look for his ‘lover’, he found her at the bar, seated next to that mongrel of a man. He saw what she didn’t. The way he eyed her when she wasn’t looking, how his gaze lingered a little too long. It made him physically ill. 

A jolt of nausea shook him from his thoughts just as he reached the guest room Crocodile was assigned the night prior. He didn’t even knock. With force, he wrenched the door open, immediately stepping inside and slamming it shut behind him. 

“You!” Doflamingo snarled, pointing a finger at the man who laid sprawled out on the chaise. 

Crocodile just smirked, that typical sly smirk that made Doflamingo want to rip his face off. He sat in nothing but a silk robe, opened and practically showing everything he had to offer. Sipping straight from one of Doflamingo’s expensive brandy bottles with a cigar in the other hand as it filled the room with a hazy smoke. 

“Me?” Crocodile replied smugly. 

“Yes you!” Doflamingo hissed, stopping directly in front of him. 

Doflamingo snarled at the sight of Crocodile's half-decent appearance. 

“What the hell are you really doing here?” Doflamingo demanded. 

“I told you last night,” Crocodile paused, taking a puff from his cigar. “I needed a place to lie low for a couple of days, and I just so happened to be passing by.” 

“I don’t believe you.” He growled in return, forehead vein bulging. 

Crocodile chuckled, holding both hands up defensively. 

“I can assure you that’s all I’m here for. Besides, we used to be friends, remember?” He said cockily. 

Doflamingo’s chest rose and fell rapidly, his heart pounding furiously beneath his ribs yet he didn’t say anything. He just stood there, fists clenched before him. He wanted to hit him. To tear him to pieces for even having the audacity to look at what belonged to him. 

“You look like shit by the way.” Crocodile broke the silence, swirling his liquor. 

“Fuck you.” Doflamingo hissed through gritted teeth, his temple throbbing. 

Crocodile just chuckled lowly in return as he drank. He placed the sweating glass down on the side table with a soft ‘clink’ before sighing thoughtfully. 

“You gonna tell me why you have that girl or am I going to have to find out for myself?” He asked. 

“That’s none of your concern!” This time Doflamingo stepped forwards as he spoke. 

Crocodile just shook his head in return, clearly amused by his outburst.

“Don’t you dare touch her!” Doflamingo leaned down inches from Crocodiles face, “I swear to God I will disintegrate you if I have to.”  He threatened. 

He just stared back, smug as ever with his cigar burning between his teeth. He crossed one leg over the other before ashing his cigar in a nearby glass ashtray. Yet again he held his hands up in defense. 

“No need to cause trouble, Doffy.  I was just looking, that’s all.” He said calmly. 

Doflamingo didn’t like that answer. No one was supposed to look at her like that. Only him. She belonged to him. He typically liked to show off all of the women he could pull. But this one was different. She was different. And clearly someone else noticed. It made his chest tighten in fear or anger, he couldn’t tell which. 

He wanted to pounce on him. Gouge his eyes out and remove each limb with him still conscious. But instead he took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. He took a step back, giving Crocodile his space. Doflamingo rubbed both temples with his fingertips, trying to soothe his relentless migraine. 

“You really want to know why I have her?” He said, significantly calmer.

Doflamingo clasped his hands behind his back, his eyes never leaving the unwanted guest as he paced the room slowly. His feet clacking against the floors. Crocodile nodded once. 

“Ever since your fall I’ve been watching the crew that took you down. The Strawhats. What a mangy little crew. And yet that boy got you locked away, then broke you out.” Doflamingo’s grin was now beginning to return at the memory. 

Months ago, when he first saw the news of Crocodiles defeat, he needed to know who took down the fearsome Warlord. He never expected it to be some ragtag team of children. 

“That’s when I saw her. In the paper. I knew then I had to have her. And wouldn’t you know it, luck seemed to be on my side. I’m sure by now you are aware of the events at the Sabaody Archipelago?“ 

Crocodile nodded. 

“Well, Kuma so graciously sent me a little gift from heaven. The girl quite literally fell from the sky and practically landed in my lap.” Doflamingo stopped his pacing directly in front of Crocodile, grinning broadly, hands still behind his back. 

Crocodile looked intrigued, almost surprised. 

“So you are holding her hostage.” He said. 

That statement wiped the smirk clean off of his face. Doflamingo swallowed hard, jaw clenched. 

“She knows where she belongs.” He sneered, leaning down in his face again. 

“Does she now?” Crocodile replied with his usual smug expression and tone. “Is that why she runs from you every time your back is turned?” 

Doflamingo’s patience was wearing thin. It took every fiber of his being to not physically throw this bag of dust in the wind. Yet it made him question what she said to him. 

“You don’t know anything about us.” He leered. 

“Us?” A vicious grin began to spread. “I didn’t realize you were the settling down type.” 

“I’m not! But…” Doflamingo bit his lip as he trailed off, afraid of what he might say next if he didn’t control himself. 

“But what?” Crocodile raised a brow then his expression turned from a teasing curiosity to realization. “Oh don’t tell me…” 

“Shut the fuck up!” Doflamingo lunged forwards, snatching Crocodile up by the collar of his robe. 

Crocodile didn’t seem frightened in the slightest. Honestly, he looked rather amused. 

“You’re going soft, Doffy. You better get rid of her before you fall.” He warned. 

Doflamingo let him go suddenly, letting him fall back onto the chaise. He was right. Not that he’d admit it to himself or anyone else for that matter. He craved her and he’d be damned if he let another man who was clearly feigning for his drug of choice tell him to stop. He knew better than that. 

“You wish, Croco boy.” Doflamingo replied, fighting hard to grin. 

Doflamingo then turned to leave the room. With his back turned and his hand on the door he looked back over his shoulder at him. 

“I want you gone by tomorrow at dinner.” And with that he left, letting the door slam shut behind him. 

During Doflamingo’s confrontation, (Y/N) had been wandering the lonely halls, Karma trodding along behind her. Her bare feet froze against the cold stone beneath her. The palace halls were freezing. She stopped at a window, wiping the steam away as she peered out into the snow-covered garden. Everything was dead and covered in a white blanket as flurries continued to come down. 

With a mug full of lukewarm coffee she watched the snow fall, her mind stuck on the events of this morning. How could such a monster become so pitiful? She supposed it was true what they say about men. How they act like children when they get the slightest tummy ache. 

She scoffed at the thought, smirking to herself. She couldn’t help but feel bad for him. It was almost heartbreaking to see him groveling at her feet, calling her ‘mommy’. Of course she was startled and taken aback by that one single word. But something about it made her want to cradle his head in her arms with his face pressed between her breasts in a maternal embrace. 

He was truly a pitiful man in her opinion. A boy playing king was all he was in her eyes. A wounded bird who lunges when anyone gets too close. Pathetic really, and yet here she was, treating him like the fragile creature he was. She constantly tiptoed around him. So did everyone else. She was starting to get sick of it. 

Something else had been clouding her judgement. The kiss. The thought of it alone sent a shiver up her spine. Part of her wanted it again. Just to see if it was real. It wasn’t their first kiss but it was the only one that felt real. 

Why did he have to look at her that way? Why did he have to say the things he said? Why did she have to be sent here of all places? Why—

The sound of a door slamming on the other end of the hall snapped her from her warped thoughts. She quickly snatched the cat from the floor, making her squeak in protest before (Y/N) hid behind the closest pillar, cat clutched to her chest. She peered out from behind the stone, looking in the direction of the noise. 

Of course it was him. She rolled her eyes at the sight of him. There he stood outside Crocodile’s room, breathing heavily as he stared down at the floor. His fists were clenched tightly and he looked like he was going to explode. His aggressive posture made her tense. She did not want to be on the other end of that. Better yet, it was best not to be within his range. 

 She wondered what Crocodile had said to get him so worked up. Doflamingo was always so calm and collected. Always arrogant and grinning. But clearly something was said that made him finally snap. She watched as he pressed his forehead to the wood of the door, breathing heavily. 

Then, without warning, he pulled himself from the door and stomped off in the opposite direction. (Y/N) let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding in. She removed herself from her hiding spot and quickly started off in the opposite direction of him. Whatever Crocodile had said to him wasn’t good, but she’d have to find out later. 

Doflamingo was furious with Crocodile, or himself. He wasn’t really sure, he just knew he was fuming. He needed time alone to think. He made his way to his office, swinging the door open so hard it almost ripped from the hinges. When he slammed it back it shook the walls so hard that frames fell. He didn’t care, didn’t even pick up the broken glass. 

His chest ached at the thought of (Y/N) in the arms of another man. Especially that man. The images flashed briefly across his mind. Thoughts of her in his lap, kissing Crocodile the way he wanted her to kiss him. It made him sick to his stomach, and it wasn’t just the hangover this time. 

He just knew that that’s why he was here. To take her away from him. He felt like a fool for allowing him to stay but then again he had no proof, only suspicion. Then once again another crude image flashed in his mind. 

Doflamingo’s breath quickened practically to a pant. His hands shook and his stomach churned. His mind was racing with thoughts of her running away with another man. It made him dizzy. He felt like he was going to be sick again. 

Doflamingo paced the room for a moment, his hands gripping his hair roughly. He stopped at the bar cart, his hands trembled as he poured a drink far too early in the morning. But just as he brought the last to his lips, he felt the bile rising in his throat. He slammed the glass down, shattering it against the cart as he threw himself towards the bin. 

He retched and retched, but nothing came up. Just nerves. That’s all it was this time. He sat on his knees on the floor, shaking and on the brink of tears. Slowly he pulled himself up by his desk. With stumbling feet, he dragged himself into his chair, practically throwing himself down. He needed to see her. To have her reassure him.

(Y/N) was hiding out in the library, per usual. It was the only place she felt she could relax. The only place she could go to get away from him. Yet he always seemed to find her. The Devil Fruit encyclopedia was propped open in her lap. Specifically, the page where his letter was. 

It was unfolded and wedged in between the pages. She read it over and over again, pretending to read her book. There was one part in particular that she couldn’t help but be stuck on—

‘I ran my mouth because I was proud to have laid with a woman like you. But a woman like you isn’t a prize or a trophy. You’re a one of a kind treasure and I fear I’ve lost you.’

It made her heart race. She couldn’t help it. She bit her lip, holding back a giddy grin. How the hell was he just now starting to get to her? She managed for months to hate him. And now things were slowly starting to change. And she couldn’t allow that. 

[dodger432101]

what if you wrote a short little thing— headcanon? mini fic? doesn’t matter what. of lux and the reader playing a game with each other. where lux is hunting the reader within the cinema and once he catches her, a little something happens 😉 because that’s what their “rules” were.

[Sorry for being gone for a day or 2 folks, I had to cook! Oh and, THIS CONTAINS SMUT MINORS DO NOT READ]

You're sprinting through Palazzo, your heart racing just as fast as your body is. The giggles of the toon chasing you echo off the walls of the cinema, spiking your heart rate even higher. When silence fills the building you think you're safe, that he's lost you. 

That's when something knocks into you, throwing you into a nearby wall. Your body is protected by big blue hands that cushion your head and back, making sure you're not hurt by the impact. It also ensures you're well and truly trapped. He's caught you. 

Lux has shifted into his more realistic form, the greater size giving him the advantage. His toothy grin is dripping with smugness as he leans down to your face. “I win, sunshine!” That sing-songy tone only rubs it in more, making you huff and look away from him. Big mistake. He leans into the area of your neck that's now exposed to him, licking a stripe along it before biting down gently. Then his lips move up to your ear so he can speak directly into it. “You know the prize we agreed on. I don't see why you're being such a sore loser, I think we're both winners here.” His hips roll into yours, the both of you sighing at the dull pleasure. 

He keeps grinding into you, pinning you by the hips to the wall, panting and moaning right into your ear to get you worked up. When there's a noticeable bulge rubbing into your clothed pussy you relent. “Ok, ok you can have your prize! Just take these damn pants off, I want more.” Your God growls at that, hands shifting to swiftly undress your lower half. He hooks your right leg up onto his waist, his other hand shoving two fingers inside of you. “I meant your dick, Lux..” You can't really complain, with his bigger size just his fingers felt heavenly against your walls. 

The God of Light clicks his tongue, leaning back to look down at you while he thrusts his fingers in and out of your pussy. His usual wall eyes actually focus onto one point, your flushed face. “Oh, don't be like that my love. With this bigger body, I want to make sure I don't hurt you, angel. Besides, it looks like you're enjoying this.” You definitely are, having to lean into the wall behind you to stop yourself from crumbling to the floor as the tips of his fingers angle right into your sweet spot. “Atta girl, you just stand there all pretty and take what I give you.” He chuckles breathlessly, gaze falling half lidded as he watches his fingers disappear into you over and over. 

Still, you want more. You bring up one arm that had been idly hanging by your side, trailing your hand down his front until it reaches that tent in his pants. At contact Lux draws in a sharp breath through his teeth, bucking his hips into the feeling before he gives you a dangerous look. “Sure about that, sweetheart? You do that again and I won't be holding back any longer..” Your thumb rubs into his tip. He licks his lips as he pulls his fingers from you, sucking off your juices from them before he gets both your thighs into his grasp, lifting you up against the wall. “You gorgeous little vixen..” His forehead rests on yours as you wrap your legs around his waist, allowing a hand to go down and practically rip his pants off. Then it’s right back on you, holding you up while he grinds his cock against your clit. One arm of yours wraps around his neck, pulling him into a heated kiss while your other hand lines him up with your entrance. He pulls barely an inch away from your lips. “Ready, sunshine?” 

So much for not holding back. Impatiently you huff, furrowing your eyebrows as you look into your God's big brown eyes. “Just fuck me, Lux.” You feel his grin more than you see it, his rounded teeth biting your bottom lip before he's kissing you again, slowly pushing his cock into you. Both your arms are now around his neck, holding on while he moves his hands to grab onto your ass. Then he's pounding into you, keeping you right up against the wall. His tongue invades your mouth, further muffling the moans being ripped from your throat by the rough, rapid pace he was keeping. He's not so quiet himself, groans and growls vibrating against your lips. 

Just as you're running out of air Lux pulls back, taking in a deep breath as his forehead rests against yours. His rhythm slows, now slamming into you like a forge hammer, the tip of his cock bullying that spot along your walls that has your toes curling. “Tell me who you belong to. Say you're mine, angel.” Your eyes focus back from their fucked out daze, looking at the little of his face you could see with him so close. His eyes are closed, eyebrows pushed together, sweat beading down along his flushed skin. “Tell me you're mine. You're mine, mine, all mine..” That Godly possessiveness always came to light in the throes of his pleasure, the need to know you belonged to him, and him alone. 

With the warmest smile you can conjure while getting railed by your God, you bring your hands up to cup his cheeks. His eyes flutter open, pupils morphing into gold hearts at your touch. “I'm yours, Lux, all yours. No one else could- fuck, could satisfy me like you do.” The corners of his mouth twitch up, leaning back just enough to see your full expression. Still soaked in pleasure, but sincere and loving as you always were with him. 

“Good girl, my good girl, my gorgeous ray of sunlight..” His pace goes up a notch, antennae twitching in their heart shape. “Oh, sunshine, fuck I'm close.. Where- where do you want it, sweetie pie?” 

Normally you'd be more than happy to let him fill you up, but.. in his current form.. “Ah, uh, maybe it'd be best for you to pull out..?” He pauses mid thrust, blinking in surprise. “You know, with the whole realistic body and all?”

At first he tilts his head like a confused dog, then his antennae shoot up as he realises what you mean. “Oh, golly you’re right!” Lux carefully pulls his hips back, biting his lip as his thick cock slides out of you. A shudder runs down your spine, hole clenching around nothing, like it’s trying to tempt him back. He lowers you so your feet are on the ground before he drops to his knees, hooking his arms under your legs and placing them on his shoulders. “Guess I gotta finish you off like this.” The grin on his face and the way his cock twitches tell you he doesn’t mind this at all. Even on his knees he has to bend his back a little so he’s level with your pussy, immediately latching on to your clit and sucking, eyes up so he can watch you writhe in pleasure. With him holding you up, your hands dive onto his head and beeline for the antennae sitting on there. As you grip onto them Lux growls into your cunt, his fingers digging into the plush flesh of your thighs. You can feel his fingernails scratching your skin. 

Then he properly begins to devour you, tongue lapping through your labia, from your hole to your clit, over and over. You throw your head back against the wall, moans echoing down the hallway as he eats you out. “Lux, Lux, fuck I’m gonna cum..” You tug on his antennae gently, biting your lip when he groans deeply. His eyes are closed in concentration, he’s making damn sure you do cum, right into his mouth. And you do as the knot in your stomach snaps, your legs shaking on either sides of his head as he works you through your orgasm, licks getting slower and slower until he finally pulls away when your grip on his antennae goes lax. He strokes his fingers along your skin while you come down, resting his head on your thigh and gazing lovingly up at you. 

When you tilt your head off of the wall and look down at him he grins. “How was that, angel?” You pet between the sensitive stalks on his head, smiling as your God purrs and leans into your hands.

“That was perfect, sweetheart. What about you, though, still need a hand?”

“Ah, uh well, um..” Lux is suddenly avoiding eye contact. He lowers you onto your feet again, quickly getting off his knees and.. Pulling his pants up. There’s no tent in them anymore. “No- no need sunshine! I, um.. You see-” You interrupt his embarrassed stuttering, grabbing the lapels of his tailcoat and pulling him into a quick kiss. 

As you pull back, you smile up at him. “That’s ok, hun. Glad I could help out.” The wink you give him doesn’t help his flustered state. Though as you bend down to get your pants back on you realise where he came. “Oh, Lux! You better not make me clean that up!” 

He swats your ass with a cheeky grin, shrinking back down into his usual 2D form to escape your counter attack. “Well, you’re the cleaner toots! Get to work, sunshine!” Then he’s dashing off with his signature 7 note giggle, leaving you to clean up his mess. You’ll get him back for it.

[trendywaifus]

↳ i have dreams that lives in my nightmares!

everyone described the ruthless freddy krueger to be a vengeful spirit seen as a disfigured man. one night after falling asleep, you were finally able to come face to face with the urban legend.

↳ featuring, dream demon! kafka

—cw, fem! sub! reader, oral sex (fem! reader receiving), fingering (fem receiving), dub–con, mentions of scars, not proofread

after falling victim to slumber, you found yourself what it looks like to be in an empty museum full of fog. “ a. .museum? “ you questioned, anxiety gradually swelling in the pits of your stomach. like the fog, the atmosphere was thick with ominous silence. you walked down the large hallways blindly, catching glimpses of bizarre paintings and artifacts displayed along the walls. there was a particular painting of a spider seemingly stuck in the midst of its own web.

“ whoever made this museum has actual issues. “

breathy laughter echoes through the walls of the empty museum. “ oh really? you wound me, i happen to put this together myself. “ the voice drawls before humming a familiar tune. wait, was that summer and winter? you were unsure of the direction from where the voice is coming from. but as each moment passed, her humming got louder and louder. it felt like she was in your head, luring you in a hypnotic trance. you were starting to get a bit dizzy.

but then, a horrid sound of metal scratches against a harsh surface. “ oh, fuck. i think i should just get on my knees and start praying. “ you muttered as the steady sound of heels clanked across the tile floor ahead of you. a tall silhouette comes into view through the fog. but what made your heart nearly burst out of your chest was the shadows of her stretched arms disproportionately reached further along the walls as if they were wings.

“ actually, never mind! i should start running! “ you quickly turned around to make a run for it but her voice stops you.

“ stay. “

on her command, your body stops itself in its tracks. no matter how hard you struggled, you couldn’t even take a step forward. immediately after, a delicate hand runs up your back and rests on your shoulder; you shivered. “ good girl. as much as i enjoy the game cat and mouse, i wanna finally see that pretty face of yours up close and personal first. “ she purrs in your ear before walking in front of your frozen body to see your face.

“ holy. .” you were memorized by the tall beauty towering over you. beautiful lilac eyes, long, silky purple tresses stopping below her breasts, red lips curled up in a deceivingly warm smile; she was out of this world (figuratively and literally!). no alleged burn marks etched to her skin, instead it was creamy and flawless. she adorned a white, long sleeve collar shirt, black dress pants, and heels. you were ripped away from your admiring when a long, sharp metal claw gently runs along your jaw, careful not to tear skin.

“ mmh, it’s such a shame a little dove like yourself got caught into my web. “

“ a-and it’s such a shame that i’ve never gotten to meet such a beautiful woman like you until now.“ you blurted out.

a genuine look of surprise flashed on her pale features before she lets out a soft laugh. “ well, i didn’t expect you to be quite the charmer, little dove. i’ve been watching you for quite some time. “

you give her a confused look. “ but why me? “ her smile stretches wider with mischievousness, she tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “ i will say this, human lust and desire are known to be so strong that the brain translates them into the most interesting fantasies which are called— “

“ w-wet dreams. .“ you stuttered, heat rising into your cheeks. is she implying that the only reason she was watching you was because of your wet dreams? you don’t know if you should be embarrassed or weirded out. the woman laughs out of no where, “ you should be more so embarrassed, darling. you have quite the wildest dreams that even i was taken back from. but to answer your question, hardly. i’m really here for you. “

your brows furrow with confusion.” did you just read my mind? “ she teasingly smile at you, bending down a bit to lean closer to your face. you swallowed thickly. “ yes. anyways, how about this, “ she draws closer to your face until hers lips are nearly touching yours. “ let me have some fun with you and i’ll let you go. you wouldn’t mind that since this is one of your fantasies, no? “

fuck, why did she have to see my dreams? you thought, shyly adverting your gaze down at the floor. amused, she lifts your chin up with a gloved finger; forcing you to return eye contact with her. your knees nearly turned jelly under her roguish eyes. “ and, if. .i don’t, you’ll kill me right? “ you questioned, voice barely under a whisper.

she hums thoughtfully, “ well, I would say yes but since it’s you, i’d rather not. you caught my attention after all, sweetheart. “ she presses her red lips against yours, running her tongue over your bottom lip. her hands which were now strangely bare, roams your body delicately as if you were one of her most prized artifacts. a shiver runs down your spine as her cool hand slips under your shirt and massages the warm skin under it with her thumb. you couldn’t help but feel excitement course through you.

“ now, what will it be? i can practically sense your desire for me. “ she chuckles against your lips. bewitched by her kisses and honeyed–filled voice, you whisper, “ y-yes, as long as you let me go after.” thrilled by your answer, she smiles wider, this time, revealing her fangs which prods your lips. “ atta girl. oh! before we continue, despite what humans call me, i prefer “kafka.” i’m afraid the original freddie had to put down his hat. “

you narrowed your gaze. ‘freddie?’ as in the urban legend freddy krueger? who could of possibly thought she was freddy? or even his replacement? where did he even go? “ and why are you telling me this? “

with a flick of her wrist, the setting changes and you’re now back in your bedroom. you assume it was conjured up by kafka. “ because i don’t want you screaming out the wrong name of course. “

before you can react, you land butt first on the mattress. kafka situates herself on the bed and between your legs. her long slender fingers reaches for the waistband of your pajamas and slides them down your legs and off your feet. she licks her lips at the damp spot staining your panties. “ i haven’t properly touched you yet and you’re already excited.”

too flustered to respond to her lewd comment, you let her pull off your cotton panties; giving her a delicious view of your dripping pussy. she runs a digit along your folds, coating it with your juices. “ so wet.” kafka purrs, delving her face further between your legs. her warm tongue presses flat against your clit before enclosing her lips around it. “ sh-shit. .! “ you gasped, curling your toes in pleasure as she starts sucking on the senstive bud. her index finger teases your entrance before sliding inside.

your cunt squeezes around her as if it was welcoming her. now knuckles—deep inside, she drags her long, slender finger in and out of your hole. all you could do was squirm and buckle your hips, hoping the graceful entity can relieve the aching knot in your abdomen. kafka retracts her mouth away from your bundle of nerves with a soft pop. she smirks, “ i haven’t added in another finger and yet you’re squirming as if i’m using three on you. here then.” you felt two finger enter your core, filling and stretching you out even further.

you let out a loud moan, throwing your head back in ecstasy as her well—manicured nails rubs against the spongy spot of your walls. “ r-right there, kafka! please! “ you babbled, throwing her a desperate look. kafka says nothing and grants your wish, curling her fingers right where you want it while her thumb idly plays with your clit in circular motions; driving you right over the edge. “ fuck, fuck, i’m gonna—“

to your utter disappointment, she pulls back, fingers covered in your slick. kafka laughs at the look of betrayal and confusion on your cute face. “ sorry, darling. i just had to do it. “ you forgot you were messing around with a being who loves to trick and torment people for her own pleasure. still in a daze, you tried your best to glare at her. “ don’t give me that look, pretty thing. lay on your back for me, i promise i won’t do it again. “

hesitant, you laid down on your back. kafka gently spreads your legs open for more space before going back in. she places her hands on your inner thighs, holding them apart. kafka observes how your slick pools from your pussy. delighted by the sight, she drawls, “ i’m just itching to get a taste darling. “

you stifle back a moanful groan as her tongue licks down along your folds in broad strokes. kafka emits a satisfied hum from tasting your essence on her tongue. she enters straight in, brushing her wet muscle down your gummy walls. “ god, kafka. .!” you moaned, feeling her tongue skillfully pump into your aching cunt. she pushes her face closer, nudging the bundle of nerves with her nose.

arching your back in pleasure, the familiar tension in your stomach returns as she continues to fuck you with her tongue. “ sh-shit, it’s coming back! “ you tried to enclose your thighs around her head but she easily keeps them in place. kafka firmly squeezes at the supple flesh, silently urging you to cum. “ c-cumming, kafka! “ you nearly screamed, your walls pulsates around her tongue and not a moment after, moderate amounts of cum dribbles out of your hole and in her mouth.

“ you taste wonderful, pretty thing. better than any wine i’ve once tasted. “ kafka greedily licks your slick and cum from her slightly–smudged red lips. you panted heavily, legs jelly from your climax. she sits upright to unbutton her collar shirt, your eyes widens in astonishment as she does; the skin that was previously covered was littered with scars and horrific markings. it was as if she has gone through extreme torture at some point in time. an unreadable expression settles on her face as she gauges your reaction.

smiling blankly, kafka expected you to scream or attempt to scramble away in terror but you didn’t. perhaps you were too fatigued to even move. but, searching in your tired eyes, she sees a sliver of pity in them. it was something she hadn’t seen in a very long time because all she was use to was fear, anger, and many other negative emotions she strikes into her victims. “ d-don’t give me that look, you know i can’t run away even if i tried, kafka. b-besides, ” you continued, averting your gaze away from her eyes awkwardly, “ e-even someone like you was once caught in someone else’s web so i can’t say i’m horrified of that. “

kafka smiles once more but this time, laced with amusement. she tosses her unbuttoned shirt to the side and dips down to whisper in your ear. her hot breath fans against your skin. “ keep being this interesting and cute, darling and i’ll appear in every dream of yours until you wish you no longer have the ability to sleep. “

[sturniololoco]

hiii <3 could you do a little sister fic where she plays hockey and gets into a fight with a player from the other team? Just go from there ig 😭

Mad

Warnings: blood, cussing, crying, etc.

A/N: Kinda a true story, but mine happened in a soccer game lol, it's also rly short and prob rly bad lol

SLS/N’s POV

I know I’m not supposed to let my hair fall out of my helmet, especially when you're playing in a girl's hockey league, but my low bun fell out and I was in the middle of a game so I couldn’t fix it.

The score was tied and there wasn’t much time left on the clock, but I was skating faster than I ever had.

I hear the puck being sent my way by one of my brothers, and I quickly snatch it before I can get bodied by the girl on the other team.

Just as I reached my stick back to slap the puck into the goal, I felt myself fly back, head first, a burning sensation on my scalp.

I was being pulled back by my hair, getting whipped around to the point wear I fell and skidded into the wall.

The girl looked at me with a smirk before skating off, slowly.

I hated the way she looked at me, it made my blood boil and my heart race.

Ignoring the pain in my hip, I stood, then skated as fast as I could to her.

Next thing I know, I'm fully tackling her onto the ice, and that's all I was gonna do until she punched me,

Right in the damn nose.

Blood poured down my front and all over the girl, until it eventually reached the ice. My eyes were watering like crazy, but I ignored the pain and focused my enraged thoughts on the girl I was practically straddling.

Just as I was about to pound her into the ice, I felt arms around my torso, pulling me off.

I fought against them, wanting to get back at the girl who ruined my game, but I stopped once I heard the ref.

"You need to stop or your team will be disqualified."

I quickly shoved the person's arms off of me and then skated to the penalty box.

I got inside and slammed my halpet against the glass, feeling all my anger and the pain in my face hit me at once.

-

Before I knew it, the buzzer was going off, right after the other team scored the winning point.

I don't bother going into the locker room. Instead, I go to the lobby of the complex, taking my gear off while I wait with my brothers.

As people passed me on their way out, they gave me dirty looks, especially the moms on the other team.

I just sat there, blood pooling out of my face, glaring right back at them.

Until the girl that started this walked passed.

Next thing I know, I'm behind her, ripping her braided ponytail.

Just as she was about to retaliate, Nick, my brother, got between us while I felt Matt and Chris hold my arms back, keeping me from tearing this girl to shreds.

They bring me back to the bench and sit me down as Nick apologizes to the girl's mom.

As he turns around, he looks at me, a disappointed look on his face.

I slouch against the wall behind me, crossing my arms over my chest as I roll my eyes, not making eye contact with any of my brothers.

-

We silently got to the car, me aggressively chucking my gear in the back before climbing in the backseat and leaning my head against the car window.

"SLS/N, we need to stop the blood," Nick says, handing me a t-shirt that he found in the back of the car.

I take it from him and wipe my nose, feeling the bruising start to form underneath the red coating my face.

As Matt begins to drive, I feel the emotion and pain well up in my eyes so fast, I don't have time to stop it.

As I cried, I let out a frustrated groan, hitting my fist into my thigh, as it was the only thing in the car to punch.

"Don't do that! I know you're mad, but don't hurt yourself." Nick says, grabbing my hand and pulling me towards him.

As I lean into his side, he takes the t-shirt from my hand, helping me wipe most of the blood from my face.

"These are just angry tears," I say to the car.

Matt laughs and reaches back behind his seat, finding my leg, and then giving it a little pat.

"We need to find a way to get all that anger out of you kid, you got way too much of it." Chris sighs, shaking his head.

This makes the car laugh, and I even manage to smile through the pain in my face.

I was happy that they weren't mad at me.

-

"Matt!" I yell from my spot on the couch, head in Chris's lap.

"I need some ice, please!" I yell again.

I hear a plastic bag being opened, then the sound of the ice maker.

Matt comes in and hands me the bag of ice, now wrapped in a kitchen towel.

Chris quickly takes it from my hand and gently places it under my eye where most of the bruising was, holding it for me.

As Matt sits down by my feet, Nick comes in, making me sit up and take an Advil, and chug a bottle of water.

As soon as I'm done, I lay back down next to Chris, trying to get the dizziness out of my head.

Chris must have noticed me squeeze my eyes shut because he says,

"Try and fall asleep kiddo. I'll be right here when you wake up."

I almost pass out as his words, and get comfy and smuggling into his side.

He holds the ice on my face and strokes my hair till I fall asleep, happy that my brothers aren't mad at me.

-

Kinda bad I'm sorry! If it wasn't what you were asking for, send in a more specific request and I can re-do it!

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[g1rlsp1ckins]

( 🧸 🎀 & 🐚 ) for the this little life ask game!!

𝓢HIFTING 𝓐SK ✶ 𝓖AME

for my house of the dragon dr

🧸 : CHILDHOOD TEDDY BEAR . . . what childhood memory / memories are permanently etched into your brain? going to your first concert? wining a giant teddy bear at a carnival? eating crayons in kindergarten with your future best friend?

• The First Time I Stood in a Storm

I was six years old when my father let me stand atop the cliffs of Storm’s End during a storm.

The rain lashed at my skin, the wind nearly knocked me off my feet, and the waves below crashed so violently it felt as if the gods themselves were warring.

But I did not cry. I stood my ground, tiny fists curled at my sides, jaw set.

"The storm will not bow to you, girl," my father said. "You must learn to stand in it."

And so I did. Even when the wind ripped at my cloak. Even when the cold seeped into my bones. Because I understood—this was my birthright.

• Chasing Jace and Luke Through the Red Keep

I was always one step behind them, always reaching just as they slipped through a door or vaulted over a ledge that I was too small to climb.

"Come on, Ri, you’re too slow!" Luke would tease, laughing as he darted ahead.

Jace would roll his eyes and double back, grabbing my hand to pull me along.

"She’s not slow," he’d mutter. "She’s just stubborn."

• Aegon’s Tears

I was eight years old when I found Aegon hiding beneath a banquet table, his hands curled into his hair, his breath shaky with the weight of something I didn’t understand yet.

I had never seen a prince cry before.

"Why are you hiding?" I asked, crouching beside him. He didn’t answer. So I just sat there, shoulder pressed to his, waiting.

After a long while, he muttered, "Because no one looks for me here." I frowned. "Then they are all fools." A small, broken laugh escaped him.

And for the first time, he looked at me like I was something more than just another courtly shadow.

• The First Time Aemond Let Me Touch His Scar

I was ten, and he was still fresh from the loss of his eye. I saw how the others looked at him. How they whispered. How even his own kin could not meet his gaze without flinching.

So one night, as we sat in the godswood, I reached out—slow, deliberate. My fingers brushed over the ruined skin, feeling the ridges, the uneven way it had healed. Aemond went completely still. "Does it hurt?" I asked softly.

A long pause. "Not anymore."

I nodded and pulled my hand away, pretending I hadn’t felt the way his breath shuddered beneath my touch. He never pulled away from me again.

• The Day Aerion Stood Up for Me

We were thirteen, and a knight mocked me during training. "You hold a sword like a child holds a toy, Lady Baratheon."

I ignored him. But Aerion didn’t.

"Funny," he drawled, stepping forward with an easy smirk. "Because I watched her disarm your squire not two days ago." The knight scowled, but said nothing more.

Aerion winked at me, as if to say, "I see you." And for the first time, I wondered if maybe he really did.

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. 🎀 : CLASSIC BOW . . . what do you love about life? do you love hearing the morning birds signing to you as you sit on the porch? do you enjoy partying too much and not remembering it in the morning? or maybe just hanging out with the people you love?

• The Smell of Rain on the Cliffs of Storm’s End

The crashing waves, the rolling thunder, the wind that threatens to pull me off the cliffs if I stand too close—it’s all a part of me, as much as my blood and my name.

I love standing on the edge before the storm hits, arms outstretched, hair whipping around my face, heart racing with the thrill of it.

It makes me feel small, but never powerless. It reminds me that the world is bigger than thrones and war and blood.

And when the rain finally comes, cold and merciless against my skin, I close my eyes and let it wash everything away.

Even if only for a moment.

• Swordplay at Dusk—The Taste of Freedom

There are few things that make me feel as alive as a blade in my hand. Not the proper drills in the yard, where men scoff at the idea of a lady wielding steel. Not the forced lessons meant to make me less reckless. No—I love the fights that aren’t meant to happen.

The stolen hours at dusk, when I spar with knights too drunk to care about propriety.

The thrill of dodging a strike by mere inches.

The burn in my muscles, the sharp clashing of steel, the way the world fades until there is nothing but the fight. In those moments, I am not a lady. Not a pawn.Not a daughter meant for marriage.

I am free.

• Listening to Helaena’s Strange Little Thoughts

Most people ignore Helaena. They dismiss her as odd, as strange, as lost in her own world.

But I listen. And when I do, I realize—she sees things no one else does.

I love sitting beside her, quietly braiding her hair while she whispers about the things she sees in her dreams.

"The spiders whisper of death, but the moths only hum of change."

"The dragon with one eye will never see what truly matters."

"You will stand in the storm, Myrielle, but you will not drown."

I never know what any of it means. But I love the way Helaena sees the world—not as it is, but as it could be. And sometimes, I wish I could see it that way too.

• The Sound of Aegon’s Real Laugh

Not the hollow, bitter laugh he uses when he’s drinking. Not the forced chuckle he gives when he’s pretending not to care. His real laugh.

The one that slips out when he’s truly caught off guard, when he isn’t trying to be a king or a failure or a disappointment.

I love it because it’s rare. Because it reminds me of the boy I once found crying beneath a table. Because in those moments, however brief, I can pretend he hasn’t been broken by the weight of his crown.

• The Sky from the Back of a Dragon

The first time I ever rode a dragon—as a child, clinging to Jace’s back on Vermax—I was terrified. And then—I laughed. Laughed because the world was so small from above. Laughed because, for once, no one could touch me. Laughed because the sky was endless, and for the first time in my life, I could pretend I was too.

I never could have claimed a dragon of my own. But I love them. I love their power, their wildness, their refusal to be tamed.

Perhaps because they remind me of myself.

• The Sound of Rain Against the Windows When I Can’t Sleep

It’s a small thing. But on the nights when I can’t shut my mind off, when my thoughts spin too fast, too loud, too heavy—

The rain is the only thing that can quiet them. A steady rhythm. A promise that, no matter what happens—life will go on.

That even in war, even in sorrow, even when the world burn. The storm will always come. And I will survive it.

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. 🐚 : QUICK SHELL . . . okay, just a quick fire of a few questions. favorite inside joke? what food combination do you love but other people think is strange? how do you feel about surprises? do you live a more analytical or creative lifestyle? if you had to describe yourself in three words, what would they be?

• Favorite Inside Joke?

"Stormborn, my arse." Jace will never let me live it down.

It started when we were younger—when I was still trying to prove that I was every bit as storm-forged as my father claimed. We were at Storm’s End, and I was walking along the wet stone near the cliffs, full of my own self-importance, when I slipped.

Not a small slip. Not a stumble.

No, I nearly tumbled straight into the sea.

Jace caught my arm at the last second, yanked me back onto solid ground, and spent the next ten minutes laughing so hard he couldn’t breathe.

"Stormborn, are you?" he had gasped between laughs. "You were about to be Storm-drowned."

Now, every time it rains, he gives me a smug little look and mutters, "Careful, Ri. The stones are slick."

• Food Combination I Love but Others Find Strange?

Bread dipped in honeyed wine.

I started doing it when I was a child, sneaking sips of my father’s cup when no one was looking. At first, I just wanted to taste the wine—to know why the adults guarded it so fiercely.

But then I tried dipping my bread into it, and gods, I don’t know why, but it just works. The sweetness of the honey, the richness of the wine, the warmth of the bread—it’s perfect.

People look at me like I’ve grown two heads whenever I do it, but I don’t care.

It’s comforting. It reminds me of home.

And if Aegon can drink himself stupid on wine, then I should be allowed to eat mine.

• How Do I Feel About Surprises?

That depends entirely on who they’re from.

If it’s from someone I don’t trust? I hate them. Surprises mean someone has the upper hand. Surprises mean I don’t know what’s coming. And I always need to know what’s coming.

But when it’s from someone I love?

That’s different.

I love the small surprises—the ones that show someone knows me. Aerion bringing me fresh bread after a long day. Helaena slipping a small carved dragon into my hands without a word. Aemond giving me a book he swears "is not sentimental, don’t make it a thing."

Those surprises?

I love them.

Because they remind me that, despite everything, I am seen.

• Do I Live a More Analytical or Creative Lifestyle?

Analytical. Always.

The world is not kind to those who are careless. Every move must be measured, every word carefully placed. I don’t have the luxury of being reckless—not anymore.

But sometimes… in small moments, when no one is watching… that other part of me slips through.

I trace patterns in the dirt with my sword tip, not thinking, just moving.

I run my fingers over the worn edges of old books, wondering about the hands that held them before me.

I catch myself humming under my breath, an old song my mother used to sing.

Maybe there’s something creative buried deep inside me.

But war does not make space for it.

• Three Words to Describe Myself?

Relentless. Fierce. Loyal.

Relentless—because I do not know how to stop.

Fierce—because I was not given the choice to be soft.

Loyal—because I love hard, even when it hurts.

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@hittmeandtellmeyouremine , @rrezshifts two of your emoji's are in this ask so I just did them all together!!

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[janeyseymour]

Dancing On My Own (Tiesto Remix)- pt 2

After some pushback from the first, I knew I had to write a second part, and quick. this should placate most of you.

Summary: the aftermath.

Part 1.

WC: 2.25k

tags: @lakita-fisher @weeeeeeeeee3 @lilsmeaux @@morgana-larkin

You somehow make it home unscathed- you could barely see as you drove through your tears, your breakup playlist on full blast. You guess you’re officially done. With Melissa already having a new woman, you wonder just how much you ever even meant to her.

As soon as you’re pulling into your spot, the waterworks hit in full- as if they weren’t already. You rip off the jersey and hat that you wore out, not caring where they land as you throw them into your front room. You had bought a bottle of wine to share with the redhead that you fell madly in love with to celebrate getting back together, and hopefully a big win, but now that seems wrong to drink on your own. You reach for the vodka instead.

You don’t show to school the next day, calling out claiming that you’re sick. And you are. Your heart hurts more than you ever thought possible, and your hangover is killer. You spend the morning laying in bed, eyes rimmed red. The redness won’t be going away any time soon.

Melissa saunters into the school, happy that she hasn’t seen your car in the parking lot, and doing a little dance because her team won. She’s also quite happy that she was able to rebound with last night- even if she didn’t particularly enjoy the woman that she spent her time with. She much rather would’ve spent time with you, but… you were… are a Cowboys fan.

“Someone’s happy,” Barbara chuckles. She thinks she knows why. “Did you have a good night at the game?”

“I did!” Melissa grins. “I took this girl I met at the bar, and-”

The kindergarten teacher’s face drops. “What?”

“I wasn’t going to let the ticket I had for Y/N go to waste,” the redhead shrugs. “So I asked Lena if she wanted to go with me to heckle the Cowgirls fans.”

“Oh no,” Barbara whispers. “Oh, no. no. no.”

“What? I figured after Y/N and I, I should get myself back out there.”

“No,” Barbara states again with fire. “Oh good god.”

“What?! What, Barb?”

“I- I have to go make a call,” the kindergarten teacher grabs her coffee mug and heads out quickly. She closes her classroom door as she dials your number.

Your phone starts ringing far too loudly, and you groan. You glance at it and see Barbara’s contact picture light up.

“Hello?” you groan into the phone, just barely sitting up. Your voice is rough, both from the tears and the fact that you haven’t spoken since last night.

“Sweetheart,” your coworker whispers to you. “Where are you? Are you okay?”

“Home,” you grumble. “Sick.”

The kindergarten teacher frowns. “Sick? Lovesick?”

“Heartbroken,” you whisper, voice cracking slightly. “She was there with someone else. You knew, didn’t you?”

“Y/N, dear,” Barb sighs quietly. “If I had known that she was talking to someone else, I never would’ve told you to go for it. In fact, when she came in dancing today I thought it was because the two of you got back together.”

“Nope,” you pop the ‘p’. “She had her tongue down someone else’s throat.”

“Honey, I am so sorry,” the woman tells you softly.

“I’m not mad at you,” you tell her genuinely. “You didn’t do anything wrong but try to help me.”

“Can I do anything else for you?” Barbara asks.

You sigh. “Just… when I come back to work tomorrow, pretend I was sick? I don’t feel like having Janine jump down my throat.”

“I can do that,” the kindergarten teacher says softly. “And please know that even though the two of you aren’t involved anymore, we are all still on your side. You’re still a part of our-”

“It’s okay,” you sigh sadly. “I know that you’re all Melissa’s friends, and I don’t want to put any of you in an awkward position having to pick sides. She’s been here longer; it’s all hers.”

“Sweetheart,” Barbara breathes.

“It’s okay. I’ll be okay, Barb. Thank you for trying to help me,” you mumble before hanging up.

By the time you hang up with her, the students will begin trickling in, so Barbara doesn’t have time to go speak with Melissa about the situation at hand.

But at lunch, Barbara simply grabs her lunch and picks up the redhead’s that is already out on the table.

“Barb,” Melissa gasps.

“My room. Now,” is all the kindergarten teacher has to say to get her friend to follow her out of the staff room and down the hall, head hung like a child being escorted to the principal’s office.

When they get there, Barbara sets down their lunches at her desk and pulls a chair up for Melissa.

“Barb, c’mon,” your… ex-girlfriend groans. “What gives?”

“What the hell were you doing out with another woman?”

The second grade teacher immediately gets defensive. “Y/N and I-”

“Y/N went to the game last night… dressed in Eagles gear and ready to cheer for your team because she loves you,” the older teacher says sternly. “And you threw it in her face that you were done with her and already moved on.”

“She- what?”

“She spent close to a thousand dollars on sports gear last week to try to win you back. She wore Phillies gear, she wore Flyers apparel, she wore a Sixers sweatshirt, she even wore a jersey from the Union, and on Friday, she wore Kelly green to show you that she’s in Philly now.”

“Didn’t show up in a Hurts or Kelce jersey though,” Melissa rolls her eyes. 

“Because she was saving that for last night when she was going to win you back with the ticket that she managed to get next to you!”

Melissa’s face drops. “She- fuck.”

“She’s not sick. She’s heartbroken right now.”

The redhead bites her lip. “I fucked up takin’ Lena, didn’t I?”

Barbara nods. “She was crying when I called, and she told me she was heartbroken to see you with some other girl’s tongue down your throat.”

“Fuck.”

“Yeah,” the kindergarten teacher nods. “That word.”

Melissa breathes out heavily. “Do you…” she shakes her head. “She’s still a Cowboys fan.”

“Melissa Ann, you love her. She loves you. She’s perfect aside from that one fact, and when she tried explaining herself to you at school, you wouldn’t let her get a word out. Hear her out, and even then… if she does love the Cowboys, are you really going to let something as trivial as a sports team rivalry come between you and the one person that you love?”

“I…” the redhead bites her lip. “Do you think I have a chance at winning her back?”

At that, the kindergarten teacher shrugs. “You’ll never know if you don’t try… although, I would end things with this new woman you were making out with last night.”

The end of the day could not come sooner for the second grade teacher. She’s debated texting you or calling you, but she feels this is something that she has to do in person.

So as soon as she’s finished for the day, she runs out. She leaves her lunch bag in the staff room, doesn’t wait for her work wife; she just books it. She’s tearing out of the school parking lot in the direction of your apartment complex.

The entire drive over, she’s preparing what she’s going to say to you, but once she’s standing on the door mat that you have sitting outside your front door, it all leaves her brain. She knocks a few times before stepping back.

Who the hell is at your door? Could it be Barbara checking on you? Or maybe she said something to Janine or Jacob, and they’re here to make sure that you’re okay? With a groan, you sit up and stand from the couch. You’ve been sitting there for so long wallowing in your self pity that you leave an indent in the cushions. You check the peephole, and… why is Melissa standing at your door?

You open the door, not caring how you look right now.

The sight of you hurts her heart. Your hair is messily tied up, you haven’t changed out of your pajamas, your eyes are still rimmed red… you just look so heartbroken right now.

“What? Come to yell at me some more?” you try sound angry, but it just comes out pathetic.

“No,” she says softly. “Hun, I’m-”

“Here to break up with me?” you sigh. “You made it pretty clear we were done.”

“Can I come in?” she asks quietly. The woman sounds so unlike herself.

You shrug and leave the door open as you walk away. She follows you in. “I’m here to say I’m sorry.”

“It’s whatever,” you sigh as you curl back into your mountain of blankets. “I’ll be fine. I’ll be civil the rest of the school year, I’ll leave you and your friends alone, and then I’ll find another school in the area to work at.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“Well, it’s a little hard to work with your ex-girlfriend,” you sigh. “Now, if you wouldn’t mind seeing yourself out.”

“Y/N,” Melissa says so softly, and she has her eyes trained on you. They’re filled with sadness. “I don’t want to break up.”

“I thought we already did,” you spit out. “And if we didn’t, I know you had your tongue down another woman’s throat last night anyway, so if you don’t break up with me, I’ll do it for you. Then you can make me the bad guy when you-”

“Barb told me what you were trying to do,” the redhead admits softly.

“If you would’ve just listened to me, you would know that I didn’t necessarily have a choice in who I rooted for when it came to football. My father, who is my idol and best friend so don’t you dare say a single bad thing about him, loves the Cowboys. He insisted on buying me the Prescott jersey despite the fact that I didn’t want him spending that money on me to begin with.”

“I should’ve known with you growing up near Dallas,” she sighs.

“But I’m here now,” you continue. “And once I talked to him and he told me that if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em. So I did. I bought all of this Philly stuff, bought a ticket to the game and showed up in a hat and Hurts jersey, only to see you with someone else. So… it’ doesn’t matter.”

“Hun, I never wanted her.”

“Well, you got her.”

“The whole time, I was wishing it was you.”

You rub your temples.

“Barb told me she helped you,” the second grade teacher admits. “If I had known… I would’ve been-”

“Any time they brought me up, you shut them down,” you fire out. “You wouldn’t let me speak to you at all.”

“You avoided me too!”

“I was trying to give you space, and when I did try to talk to you, you shut me down and told me you weren’t going to date a Cowgirl.”

“How can I fix this?” Melissa asks as she comes to sit down next to you. “I’ll do- I’ll do anything.”

“I thought you weren’t going to date a Cowgirl,” you taunt her. “And you have your new girl now.”

“She isn’t my girl,” the redhead tells you sternly. “You’re my girl. She’s some random girl I picked up at a bar while I was trying to distract myself from missing you. The whole time I was with her, I wished it was you- I didn’t even sleep with her. She was throwing herself at me, but I couldn’t.”

“So what are you saying?”

“And then today when you didn’t show up to school, Barbara told me what you did and how she helped you… she talked some sense into me; asked me if I was really going to let a stupid sports rivalry get in the way of loving the one person I truly adore. The answer is no. I was… an idiot. An absolute idiot.”

“Yeah,” you snort. “You were.”

“So… I’m here, begging you to take me back. Please, Y/N,” Melissa tears up. “Please. Please don’t walk away.”

“Melissa, you hurt me more than you know,” you whisper.

“And I will spend the rest of my days making it up to you,” she promises you. “Please.”

You take a deep breath for huffing it out. Secretly, you were hoping she would come back to you. And the opportunity is right here in front of you. “It’s… it’s going to take a bit for me to fully forgive you.”

“And I understand that entirely. I was a real jackass. I’ll make it up to you however I can.” She pulls you into her arms and kisses your temple gently. “However I can.”

That ‘however’ is by having her take you to another Eagles game- with the entire Abbott crew. You wear your Hurts jersey, hanging off of her the entire night, and you cheer for your new team.

The other ‘however’ is by getting her to take you to a Phillies RedOctober game at Lincoln Financial field. When they play their celebratory song after clinching a spot in the World Series as NLC champions, you know that you’re no longer dancing on your own (tiesto remix). You have Melissa by your side. 

[emmyrosee]

Rintaro watches Kaiya, and nine times out of ten, he's the most through, loving husband and father you could ever ask for. He’s mindful of what he’s doing with his daughter, but still leaves her a small amount of independence that lets her little six year old mind thrive.

But one out of ten, he crumbles. This time, is the one.

Rintaro’s finally splurged money on this game to play with osamu and akagi, and both of them are finally on, so he happily sets up Kaiya next to him while he plays, giving her coloring books and toys to make do with quietly.

When she gets bored with that, she curls up on Rintaro’s lap, tiny hands playing with his hair and hitting him with pillows.

Then, finally, after too much normal��� she speaks.

"Daddy?"

"Yes, angelface?"

"Wanna be like you," she says, climbing off the couch and rocking back and forth on her heels. “Wanna look like you daddy…” Rintaro flashes a smile and turns to her, pausing the game and turning to her, leaning forwards to kiss her tiny nose akin to yours.

“Kaiya, you can be anything you want to be,” he says, reaching out to ruffle her hair. “Mommy and the twins are gonna be home soon, so let’s surprise her, okay?”

“Okay daddy!” She squeals excitedly, her feet toddling back down the hall to the playroom. Rintaro chuckles and shakes his head as he unpauses his game, shooting the enemies and doing a terrible job of censoring when he loses.

He barely processes when you get home, only snapping him out of his zone when you kiss his head and he jumps a foot in the air.

“Hey momma,” he says, pausing his game and stretching. “How was the pediatrician?”

“Look dadda!” Sachiko says, showing him her arm which is covered by a my little pony bandaid.

Rintaro blows his eyes wide, “woah! My brave girl!” He reaches up to pinch her cheek playfully, which she giggles from. “How about you Sachie, you got one?”

“Ripped it off in the car,” you chuckle. “Where’s our other terrors?”

“Akito’s playing his games and Kaiya’s playing dress up,” he answers, flashing you a smile. “She wants to be like me.”

Your brows raise playfully, “oh she does, does she? Wants to be a pain in mommy’s butt?”

“Always,” he says, grinning.

You jostle the twins, “come on, let’s go check on sissy!”

“Otay mumma!”

“Yayyyy!”

Rintaro watches as you walk away with the tiny humans, shaking his head and turning back to his game with a smile, satisfied in his fatherly duties and he can’t wait to take pictures with his little mini-me, dressed in his clothes and-

“KAIYAAAA NAAAAAOOOO!”

You scream. Rin’s heart stops.

Immediately, your shriek rocks the house, making Rintaro absolutely leap off the couch, not even bothering to pause his game and making a dash up the stairs to meet you.

He sees the bathroom door open, his tiny twins watching in awe on the floor now while your hands cover your mouth in horror, and akito laughing into his fist having also been roused from his video games. At least he found this amusing.

When Rintaro pokes his head around the corner to see the action, his jaw slacks as his beautiful six year old, his tiny little mini-me and smart little stink-

Has officially cut her hair.

Short.

Just like his.

“Kaiya!” He begins, more in shock than a scold, “what did you do!”

“Wanna look like you daddy!” She cheers happily.

“THATS NOT WHAT I THOUGHT YOU MEANT!”

The two twins waddle into the room to play with the fallen hair from Kaiya’s head, gathering wads of it and trying to pass it to you.

Akito lays a hand on your shoulder, “Ma? You okay?”

Rintaro rubs a hand along your back, “babe…?”

“I leave you… with her… for FIVE. MINUTES!” You scream, and thankfully, it’s met with laughter from the three littlest children in the room. “What-! I don’t even-! When did-! RINTARO-“

“Hey hey, it’s alright!” He says easily, pulling you in for a hug, “it’s just hair baby, it’ll grow back!”

“SHE COULDVE GOTTEN HURT!”

“But she didn’t-“

“Don’t even start defending, Rintaro,” you snarl, and with fury you walk over to Kaiya and scoop her into your arms to inspect her.

Akito claps a hand on Rintaro’s back with a fresh, “good luck,” before turning on his heel to leave the bathroom and let his father be scolded. Rintaro sighs and moves to pick up the twins in his arms, watching you like a scolded child as you check her for injuries.

“I really didn’t know,” he says softly, planting a kiss to Sachie’s hair. “I just thought… she’d play dress up or something. Wear my jersey or something.”

You sigh and fist your hands tightly, “it’s got nothing to do with the actual hair cut, Rin,” you explain. “And you know I don’t care about leaving her for a bit to play video games. But she could’ve gotten so hurt! Where’d she even get scissors!”

Your teeth are gritted together roughly, so tight he wanted to massage your jaw to make it better.

But he’s positive if he touched you, you’d bite him.

“We were doing arts and crafts,” he answers quietly.

You take a deep inhale in through your nose, then slowly release it from your mouth, “come on Kaiya. Show mommy your crafts.” You bounce her slightly with a smile, “daddy’s gotta go stand in time out until he’s 40!”

She giggles while you two leave, leaving him with the twins playing with the collar of his shirt.

“Mumma mad?” Sachie asks.

“Oh yeah,” he chuckles.

“Dadda bad?” Sachiko asks.

Once again, he chuckles and plants a kiss to their heads, making them giggle and plop wet kisses on his cheeks, “ohhh yeah…

“He sure is, girls.”

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Tagging 🥺🩷 @reverie-starlight @wolffmaiden @thoreeo @aliensknowmyillusions @tutuwusworld @lavishcherie @sassycheesecake @cheolattes @rrairey @dira333 @unknownspecies @fluffytriceratops

[lovelytsunoda]

uptown girl // mickey "fanboy" garcia

soft kisses shared in the bar light after a game of pool

she would do anything for her nerd boy. except maybe meet his friends in a crowded bar with a pool table where she can make a fool of herself in front of all of her boyfriend's friends. it's a good thing that mickey is a good teacher.

pairing: mickey "fanboy" garcia x female! reader

author's note: he had like four lines and i was prepared to go to war for this man.

the hard deck hummed with activity as she parked her car, flicking off the manual headlights before glancing at her phone, which was pinned to it's magnetic holder on the dashboard.

it wasn't too late to text mickey and tell him something had come up, was it?

as she was thinking it, as if mickey could hear her, her phone buzzed, the screen lighting up with a text message from her beloved.

mickey: hey sweet girl, are you almost here? everyone is so excited to meet you!

she sighed, switching the music off and cutting the engine, sitting in the dark car and waiting for the heated seat to lose its warmth. her relationship with mickey garcia was still very new.

they had only been together for a few months, having met at an eighties rock-and-glow dance night. she was standing by the stage, dressed in skinny jeans and a white t-shirt that glowed fluorescent in the blacklight, an old-timey glass sprite bottle in her hands as she sang bonnie tyler at the top of her lungs. he was the best dancer there, with a goofy personality that captivated her from the moment he grabbed her hand and pulled her into a slow dance to 'heaven in your eyes'.

deciding to rip the band-aid off, she grabbed her tote bag from the passenger seat and slipped out of the car, sea breeze cutting deep and sending a chill down her spine as she walked up the weathered steps to fightertown's navy bar.

her sweet boy was impossible to miss, his smile lighting up the whole bar as he stood next to the pool table, his short-sleeved button shirt untucked from his crisp blue jeans.

as nervous as she was, it was hard not to smile when she saw him, watching as he leaned over the table to delicately knock a striped ball into one of the pockets in the corner of the table. after the shot, he looked up, and infectious grin breaking out over his face when he saw her.

"hey, pretty girl." he beamed, passing his pool cue to a woman in a black turtleneck and jeans before he sidestepped the table and pulled his lover into an embrace. "i'm glad you came."

"hi, mickey." she smiled, kissing him softly. "i've missed you."

"are you ready to meet everyone? or do you want something to eat first? i can order you a plate of onion rings-"

she laughed softly, taking his hand in hers. she loved how attentive and sweet he was, always trying to dote on her whenever he could. when they were together, he hated letting her pay for things, even if it meant dipping into his not-enormous navy salary "mickey, it's okay. i have time to meet your friends before i order."

with a soft kiss to the side of her head, mickey looped his arm around her shoulders and they headed towards the pool table. "guys, this is y/n. my girlfriend."

she underestimated how much her heart would swell at hearing mickey say those words. hearing someone declare to the world that they had chosen her.

"y/n, this is natasha, jake, robert, bradley, hallie and javy."

"hello!" she squeaked, waving at the group. "nice to finally meet you guys, mickey has told me so much about you guys."

robert laughed, reaching out to shake her hand. "and mickey has told us even more about you. fanboy loves to talk."

she never though she'd meet someone who talked as much as she did until she met mickey. they could talk for hours, about anything and everything. when they were together, she suspected it would drive the people around them insane. except she didn't know how his friends would react, what they would think of her.

they made small talk for a little, while some of the guys and natasha all took their turns at the pool table. it was team game, although the teams seemed to be a little unbalanced in terms of skill level. mickey had pulled her into his lap, gently rubbing circles on the skin underneath her peasant top.

jake leaned over the table, his pool cue hitting the white ball, white harmlessly dusted the side of the ball he was aiming for, plunking down in the basket.

"god damn it, hangman!" javy groaned

natasha laughed, high-fiving bradley. "sucks to suck, bagman!"

mickey shifted in his chair, hands running up her sides. "our turn, pretty girl. do you want to try?"

she turned back to him, a small glint of panic in her eyes as she took his hand in hers. "i'm not very good."

bradley snorted, taking a sip of his budweiser. "we're miles ahead of hangman, you could break the table and we'd still be ahead of them."

"go on." mickey encouraged, pressing a soft kiss to her shoulder blade. "i'll guide you."

she stood up, still clutching his hand in hers as she moved towards the pool table. hallie passed her a pool cue, and she stood nervously by the table until mickey came up behind her. his hands were warm through her jeans, his back against hers as he guided her into the correct position.

"you got this, sweet girl." he said quietly, kissing the side of her head gently, his hands over hers on the cue. "it's a straight shot into the basket."

mickey stepped back, his hands still on her waist as she took the shot, hitting with just enough force for the white ball to send the orange solid ball into the basket.

one fell swoop.

mickey's side of the pool table started to cheer, and her cheeks flushed pink as she turned around to wrap her arms around mickey, hiding her face from the crowd.

"great job, my darling girl." mickey laughed, kissing her softly. "are you sure you haven't played pool before."

"my grandfather had a table in his basement." she said sheepishly, leaning the cue against the table to she could slip her hands into mickey's back pockets. "but i haven't played a proper game since I was twelve. he sold the table when they sold the house."

"maybe you'll have to play more often." mickey said, leaning in to kiss her softly. "i love you."

"i love you too."

@magnummagnussen @libraryofloveletters @thatsdemko @lorarri @sidcrosbyspuck @cartierre @httpiastri

[redrose10]

Here is Chapter 17! There’s going to be one more little chapter that I’ll post in a day or two that is pretty much just pure fluff. But chapter 17 basically closes out this story. Thank you to everyone that has read and stuck with me through this. I know the story got a little all over the place at times, but this is the first multi chapter fic I’ve ever written and I never planned for it to go this far to be honest. I appreciate all of the comments and messages as always!

I posted a teaser for a new story that I’ll start releasing in about a week or so and I might also have this idea for a little Drabble series type thing about a relationship between Yoongi and his co-worker (Y/N) and how their relationship blossoms while he’s fulfilling his military requirements through his civil service assignment.

Yoongi X Female Reader. CEO/Arranged Marriage AU

Summary: You were selected to marry the wayward CEO/Billionaire/Heir, Min Yoongi. You went into it with an open mind and heart determined to try and make it work. Yoongi on the other hand had no intention of ever letting you in let alone allowing himself to fall in love with you. Slowly you start to associate the smell of cinnamon and vanilla with the feelings of hurt and sorrow.

Word count: 2,496

Warnings: (May get updated as chapters progress): Arranged marriage, cheating/infidelity, hints of smut (Probably won’t get very explicit but we’ll see how it goes), Sexual Assault, Brief mentions of death, Reader grew up an orphan, General Angst, Swearing

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Your eyes kept switching between Yoongi, Mia, and Suri. Jin already looked like he’d rather be anywhere else besides sitting at this table right now. Yoongi hadn’t taken his eyes off of Mia and you weren’t sure who was enjoying it more, her or Suri. Finally after what seemed like hours Yoongi walked forward taking a seat across from Mia and you followed close behind taking a seat next to him.

Mia reached across to grab his hand and to your surprise he let her. A small blush crept across his cheeks. “Yoongles how have you been? You’re looking really good.”, she spoke making you roll your eyes at the nickname.

Your attention was pulled elsewhere when Suri suddenly called your name, “Y/N, I doubt Yoongi ever told you, but him and Mia were engaged. Unfortunately it didn’t work out. They make such a cute couple though, don’t you think?” You glared at Suri while you tried to figure out her game. She wants Yoongi so bad, but here she is gloating about what a great couple Mia and him were.

“Yoongles we should get together sometime. You know maybe get dinner or something. Then we can go back to your place and I can do that thing for you that I know you like.”, she said with a smirk running her fingers up and down his hand. Yoongi still hadn’t said anything since the two of you walked in the door. You’re not sure what came over you, but you reached over ripping his hand out of her reach and pulling it down onto your lap, “No thank you. He has a WIFE who’s more than willing to do anything and everything that he likes and more so he doesn’t need some cheating, selfish, gold digger like yourself in his life.” Everyone at the table looked at you with wide eyes and jaws dropped surprised by your little outburst. For the first time Yoongi acknowledged you by giving your hand a little squeeze.

Mia chuckled, “Oh Y/N, he really brainwashed you didn’t he? Do you think he actually cares about you let alone loves you? I heard all about it from Suri. I’m not surprised really. I mean he’s a successful, handsome, wealthy businessman and you are a poor orphan girl who will never be anything other than that. You were nothing more than a good deal to him and his family. A way to boost his image and in turn make him more money. He told me that himself.” You gasped looking to Yoongi for any sign that she was lying. When his expression didn’t change you shoved his hand out of your lap with force. Mia faked a shocked expression, “You mean you didn’t tell her Yoongi? You didn’t tell her about our little meet up a few weeks ago where you told me all about how much you couldn’t stand her and how you regretted this whole marriage?” The entire time this conversation had been taking place Suri has been off to the side reveling in watching it all. She knew bringing Mia back into the mix would be the final nail in the coffin that she needed to get you out of their life. Yoongi could never resist his first love.

You could feel the tears begin to form. You didn’t want to cry and show weakness in front of these people, but it seemed like your brain wasn’t going to cooperate. Abruptly standing up you tried to walk off towards the exit, but Yoongi grabbed your wrist begging you to stop, “Y/N please let me explain. It’s not what you think.”

The sound of the slap was probably heard through the entire building. Yoongi winced placing a hand on his reddened cheek. “Don’t ever fucking touch me again Yoongi.”, you whispered before trying to run off only to stop and turn to Suri instead realizing you had some unfinished business.

You wanted to get in her face, but decided to keep your distance reminding yourself that she was pregnant.

“Are you happy now Suri? Is this what you wanted? Look how many lives you’ve ruined and for what? You think you’re so smart and powerful, but in reality you’re an idiot who abuses others for your own personal benefit. You’ll get what’s coming to you one day.”

She stood there smiling at you for a few moments before finally speaking, “Y/N, I told you that I always get what I want and I meant it. I don’t care who or what I have to destroy to do it. I’ve had Yoongi wrapped around my finger for years and I wasn’t going to allow you to take that from me.”

“You’ve blackmailed him for years.”, you cut her off with the correction.

“So fucking what? I blackmailed him. I’ve blackmailed a lot of people. I’ve blackmailed Yoongi, Namjoon, my own brother, and countless other people and I don’t give a fuck. They all deserved it. That’s how I get shit done. Unlike you I won’t stop until I achieve my goal. I don’t just back down and let others walk all over me.”

She was somewhat out of breath after her rant was over with. You were about to respond when a very loud knock at the door stopped you.

“Good grief, it’s about time.”, Jin mumbled as he got up to let them in. Within seconds two detectives came walking over followed by two more police officers handcuffs already out.

One of the officers walked forward towards Suri, “Suri Cho, you are under arrest for the extortion of Yoongi Min, Namjoon Kim, and Han Cho. You are also being charged with making threats against Y/N Min and Mia Park. We don’t want to have to put you in handcuffs in your current condition so please come with us peacefully.”

“W-What? No absolutely not! I haven’t done anything wrong.”, she said backing herself against the wall.

“Miss Cho, please come with us.”, the officer said inching closer.

“I have not done anything wrong. You have no proof of any of these charges you are putting against me.”

From the corner of the room Jin cleared his throat. “Actually, here are transcripts of texts, voicemails, and emails between Suri and Namjoon as well as the paternity test confirming the identity of her unborn child. Here is the recording that we ourselves obtained of her confessing to blackmailing Yoongi for years.”, he said handing over everything that he had pulled out of his bag. “You guys also have the live feed that you just obtained with the help of Mia.”, Jin reminded them while zipping up his bag before throwing Suri a smug look.

“What?!”, she shouted looking over at the woman still sitting across from you.

“Did you have something to do with this? I asked you for help! How could you betray me like this?”, Suri shouted.

Mia walked over to one of the detectives and gave his cheek a kiss before turning her attention back to Suri with a smirk. She opened up her blouse slightly to reveal a microphone, “Maybe next time you want help breaking the law don’t contact and threaten someone who happens to be married to one of the top detectives in the country.”

Suri looked stunned.

“Miss Cho, it’s time to come with us.”, one of the officers repeated. Suri looked at all of you with tears of anger in her eyes before following after the officers. You felt a sudden sense of relief watching her walk out of your home.

“Well that was eventful. Thank you everyone for your hard work in orchestrating this. I didn’t realize I was surrounded by so many actors. Yoongi and Y/N I’ll be in contact as you will have to be summoned for questioning. Mia, weird seeing you again. Don’t cheat on your husband, he seems nice. Stay classy as always.”, Jin spoke before grabbing his belongings and also heading out the door.

Yoongi walked over to you wrapping an arm around your waist as you both looked over at Mia hoping she’d get the hint. Awkwardly she shuffled her feet while rubbing her arm.

“So I’m glad everything worked out. I was really worried she’d loose it. I had been ignoring her for a while thinking she’d eventually give up on this whole crazy idea, but when she came to me saying she was pregnant and that she was going to claim it wasn’t consensual I knew I had to reach out to you guys. I think she realized everything was starting to fall apart and she was getting desperate and even more delusional.”

“Uh yeah that’s why we decided to get the police involved. Originally we didn’t want to, but the longer this went on and the crazier she got we knew that simply just threatening her wouldn’t do anything.”, Yoongi responded.

“I just feel bad for the baby. That’s the only reason I didn’t want her to get arrested like this.”, you sighed.

Mia smiled, “Don’t worry. I’m sure they’ll work something out for her. Maybe house arrest or something. I’ll have my husband talk to the prosecutor.”

The air was filled with awkward silence until Mia finally started putting on her coat and heading to the door with you and Yoongi following behind to see her out.

“Maybe we could hang out some time. Go on a double date or something now that we’ve grown up and moved past what happened between us.”, she chuckled looking at Yoongi. You had a hard time reading his expression, but it looked like you could still detect a hint of admiration in his eyes as he looked at his past love. Your heart filled with sadness or maybe jealousy, you weren’t really sure.

“Listen Mia, I really appreciate everything you’ve done for us with this Suri situation and I really do thank you. But having you in my life isn’t good for me any more. I’ve spent years hating you and hating myself because of what you did to me. I tried my hardest to make Y/N hate me because I didn’t think I could ever love someone again the way I loved you. I have learned to forgive you though and I’ve finally gotten to a point where I feel that it’s okay to let go of that part of my life and move on while looking forward to the future with Y/N. So we are going to politely decline the invite and while I wish you nothing but happiness for the rest of your life, respectfully please get out of my house and I hope we never have to see each other again.”

You looked on with a shocked expression waiting for her to blow up, but instead she smiled and nodded, “I understand. Glad I could help with this though. Best of luck to you both.”

After the door closed behind her you and Yoongi walked into the kitchen so he could grab a drink. He still seemed a little shaken up. While he was sipping on his water you walked up behind and wrapped your arms around his waist.

“I love you.”, you mumbled into his back.

He chuckled before turning around to face you, “I love you too Y/N.” He leaned in to give you a kiss and you reciprocated the action. He winced a little before lightly rubbing his cheek, “I know I agreed to the slap to make it more believable, but I really didn’t think you were going to hit me as hard as you could like that.”

“I know I’m sorry. I got a little carried away, but I’ve been wanting to do that for a while. Plus Mia got me a little more heated than I thought she would when she was saying all that stuff.”, you giggled.

“Yeah something tells me that she wasn’t completely acting.”

You smiled, “Yeah well something tells me I wasn’t completely acting when I called her a selfish, cheating, gold digger either.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck to bring him closer and get a better look at his cheek, “Come here, I’ll kiss it better.”,

He smirked, “Well if that’s the case I have a few other places that are a little sore too.”

Rolling your eyes you grabbed his hand and pulled him down towards the bedroom.

After he was sat down on the bed you straddled his lap and began placing kisses along his jaw and neck, but you quickly noticed he seemed distracted. Pulling away you followed his line of sight and saw that he was staring at his dresser.

“Everything okay?”, you asked getting off of him and taking a seat on the bed instead.

He shook his head before walking over to the dresser grabbing a familiar red bottle. He popped off the top and the room immediately filled with the very familiar scent of cinnamon and vanilla. Something that you had grown to despise. A scent that at one point would make you feel sick to your stomach. Until one day it didn’t and instead it started to smell like the comfort it was advertised as.

Yoongi stared down at the bottle in his hands before he laughed, “Mia first bought me this cologne as a gift for Christmas many years ago. I was never a huge fan of it, but she would always go on and on about how much she loved it. I continued to buy it just to make her happy. Then even after we broke up I still bought it because I didn’t want to let that part of me go. I guess I thought if I kept using this cologne I could trick myself into thinking it never happened and keep that part of my life with me forever.”

He paused for a moment before scoffing to himself, “Looking back that was pretty stupid. The cologne had nothing to do with it and I was just using it to cover up my true emotions that I didn’t want to face.”

You walked over resting your head on his shoulder and began rubbing his back, “It’s not stupid Yoongi. You did what you had to do to cope. You can keep it or you can throw it away and we’ll get you something different. It’s up to you.”

He stared into your eyes before nodding and walking into the bathroom and not long after you heard a loud clank from the glass hitting the bottom of the trash can. A few seconds later he emerged with a gummy smile looking like he felt lighter and happier than he had in a while.

He walked over and placed his hands on your hips before turning you around and falling back onto the bed pulling you on top of him,

“Now Mrs. Min, where were we?”

[wlwsoccerfics]

Mama Sveni to the rescue(Svenja HuthxReader)

(This is a platonic relationship)

warnings: Heartbreak, sadness, migraine

You just broke up with your girlfriend of almost 3 years. which is a really big deal. Especially cause she was your first ever relationship. What makes it even worse was that she broke up with you right on your 19th birthday. So now your Birthday was probably something that was gonna have a sour aftertaste for a little while.

Your Family, friends and teammates were there when you got your heart broken ripped into a Million shreds. Cause your now ex brought her Side piece, now her new girlfriend with her to your party. Toxic af.

This was bad enough but it also affected the way you played. Your performance on the field was lacking your usual power and everyone could see it.

VfL Wolfsburg(your Team) was playing against Werder Bremen and you are usually amazing with assisiting forwards so your teammates could score. Cause that was your Job as a midfielder after all. But you missed out on so many opportunities today that you questioned your own ability to be part of this team, the Team that offered you a place to play professionally in at the sweet age of 17. It would have been a year earlier but you had a knee injury that kept you from your debut. Anyways after the Game which you thankfully still managed to win 1-0 you quickly took a shower and wanted to leave, already unlocking your car. You felt like crying. Still. The breakup was two weeks ago and you still lost tears over this.

"kiddo? do you have a minute?" You heared someone say. When you turn around you see it's Svenja. The teammom.

"Mama Sveni, yes..."you answered, biting down on your bottom lip. Sveni really was the Mom of the Team. probably because she was actually a mom. You trust her so much that she even has a key to your flat in case of emergency.

"let's take a small walk." she told you and offered you her arm. which you gladly took.

"you want to talk about my performance today, right?" you stated. she smiled a little, it was clear that she was concerned though.

"right now i would rather know what i can do to help. because seeing you so sad and down does hurt my heart. And not just mine by the way. The whole team is there for you if you let us!" She explained.

You stayed quiet for a moment and quickly wiped away a tear from the corner of your right eye.

"i don't know what to do! She was my first everything! I don't know how to function without her! It feels like someone ripped my heart out, stomped on it and then put it back into my chest, causing me some more pain!" You tried to describe how it felt. Which wasn't so easy.

"getting your heart broken sucks, especially if it was your first relationship. but kiddo try to let this go! Just scream it out, burn some pictures of her, throw away things that remind you of her! Listen to some sad songs and have some ice cream!" Sveni suggested and you look at her biting down on your bottom lip. "If you don't let this go it's gonna eat you alive!" She told you and you know she was right. "I will give that a try!" You promised her. You Walk in silence before you reach your Car again. She told you that you can always call her. Which you thanked her for. Making your way to your place after that.

You just wanted to burn some pictures of your ex, listen to breakup songs and cry. But instead you reach your Front door only to realize someone was already inside. Two women were talking to one another. The one voice you recognize right away. It was the voice of your ex. So the other one probably belonged to her knew girl. — you made a mental note to take the spare key away from your ex.

"what are you doing here?" You asked her.

"y/n...i am just grabbing some of my things that i left here." She replied, her voice calm, there was no hint of being embarrassed that you caught her at your place.

You chuckle humorlessly when you see that she grabbed alot of the Hoodies, watches & some other things, all things you paid for. Now that you think about it, you realize the last few months of your relationship with her have been filled with her asking for things and you buying them for her.

"you used me to buy you stuff! This wasn't about love. At least not in the end!" You stated. Before she could respond her girlfriend was speaking up.

"took you quite long to figure that out! We have been together for almost a year now and you never suspected anything!" She answered. Your ex just looked at you. Quiet. Not saying a word. Which did confirm that this was in fact the truth.

You managed not to cry and sound somewhat confident. "Get Out of my home now!" You told them. Staring down your ex. "And leave the Key!" You added.

Your ex and her girlfriend left, but only cause your ex basically dragged her not so new girl out of there.

As soon as they were gone and you were alone you broke down crying again. You were angry at yourself for being so blinded by love that you didn't see what was going on. You were also hurt by what had just happened. Lying on the couch, face in the pillow and you did what Sveni told you. You screamed into it through the tears. And ended up falling asleep after a while.

The next evening...

You didn't show up to practice in the morning and didn't reply to any of the messages and didn't answer any of the Phone calls. Not from your Team or your older sister Klara, who was playing for FC Bayern munich. Klara had a short call with Sveni cause she knew how close you were with her. That all was enough for Svenja to use her key to check in you. You were still on the couch in the clothes you wore after the game yesterday, not being able to move much cause you got a migraine from all the screaming and crying and your medication was in the bathroom too far away for you. "Kiddo?" she asked and walked over to you. the sight of you broke her heart. "hey, what's wrong? you didn't show up to practice so i was worried. Then Klara called which freaked me out even more." She admitted. "She used me..." You explained and then told her what had happened in the last 24 hours. there were no tears left to cry though. you also didn't have the Energy to do anything. the pain of your migraine was overwhelming. Sveni could tell so she grabbed you some water from the kitchen and your medication. Which you thanked her for. Quickly taking one of the pills with some water. Svenja really was like an Angel on earth. Being there when you needed her the most.

Svenja called Klara to let her know what was going on so she wouldn't have to worry any longer & so you could rest some more. Both of them agreed that your ex and her girlfriend sure both deserved a place in hell for how they treated you.

She made you some dinner so you have some real food when you woke up and left you a note that said she would pick you up in the morning for practice.

The next day she did pick you up and the two of you explained things to Tommy . Your Coach. And you apologized for not showing up the day before.

Things have gotten better from there & you started becoming your usual self again. Hanging out with the Team more.

[moon-princess-93]

Zayne Hospital Story 18+

All right, here is the long awaited long Zayne story that everyone voted on. I hope you guys like it, I typed this up a while ago when I first started playing the game. I'm not the best writer, but I tried. Lol

Synopsis: You sent some naughty text messages to Zayne while he was hard at work, but oops you have an appointment with your doctor. Too bad it happens to be Zayne!

-Dom.Zayne. P in V, Creaming, Evol out of control, Naughty texts, Zayne's office in Asko Hospital, Sorta proof read, An aspiring smut writer so take it with a grain of salt on bad writing (Sorry!)

Word Count: 4.5~

Mndi 18+

     "Oh shit…." Thinking to yourself as you mournfully walked into the Asko Hospital. You knew there was going to be big trouble as soon as you walked into the hospital today after all of those naughty texts you'd sent Zayne earlier. You had the day off and knew Zayne would be hard at work all day so what the hey, let's tease him a little bit. You loved getting a rise out of this stoic man. Pushing him to his limit before he was grabbing you by the face, giving you a hard kiss and ripping your clothes off.

     You had sent him some photos of yourself wearing one of his t-shirts that you had “borrowed” from him with only a pair of your sexiest panties. You had too many to choose from in your panty drawer so you just went with a pair that was soft in color. Zayne usually liked the more neutral colors anyways. They were light blue hipsters with white lace on the sides accentuating your hips. Most of the pictures were ass shots, but you had some under boob hanging out from his shirt. He didn’t seem too bothered about the pictures, at least not enough to really get a rise out of him until you decided to send him a video of you fingering yourself moaning his name. Panting his name while you finger fucked yourself as deeply as you could into cumming. Zayne’s fingers were so long that he didn’t have to reach far to make you cum. That's when you got him on the hook.

     “Fuck me…, I’m at work. You have to send this to me now, especially right before I have a meeting…. I'm going to have to punish you for this,” he texted back quickly. “Well you know where to find me,” you send a winky face, giggling to yourself on how such a bad girl you were. That was until your phone chimed that you had an appointment in an hour, making you die a little on the inside. The usual appointment that you always have every two weeks to make sure your protocore hadn’t exploded yet or your heart, whichever one that wanted to go out first.

    Oh my God… Your jaw hit the floor when your phone chimed again saying you had thirty minutes left to get to the hospital. Realizing you had been standing in one spot for thirty minutes made you mad dash to get changed and out the door. How could you have forgotten this?? In the time of your merrymaking to piss off your lover made you forget a lot of things. You debated about whether or not to cancel it before you stepped out the door, but you knew that Zayne would be even more pissed off at you if you didn't show up. He almost made you pay a no show fee for being one minute late for your last appointment. You sadly made it to the hospital in time with plenty of time to spare in your crazed dash to get there.

     Reluctantly walking up to the reception desk, you check in for your appointment. “Wow, you're actually here on time! Early, even! Dr. Zayne won’t be mad at you this time. A nurse will be with you soon to take you back,” the receptionist gleefully smiled at you. You weren't sure if she could see the impending doom in your eyes or not, but you smiled weakly at her before going to sit down. You sit down while waiting for your name to be called, waiting for the ultimate ass chewing that you’d receive in about five minutes or so. Your stomach has butterflies trying to escape out of your stomach at the thought of all the things you texted to Zayne and how you'll be punished.

     "Y/n!" You jolt back into reality as another nurse calls your name to come back. You stand up lightning fast, shocking the nurse a little but by how fast you stood up and quickly follow after her to Zayne's office. You are absolutely sweating by the time you get to the door with a bright red face and your fists clenched tightly. 'Fuck me…. I'm in so much trouble!!' The nurse knocks on the door, patiently waiting for an answer when you and her both hear a cold ‘Come in’. She opens the door to Zayne’s office and it feels like a blizzard blows out of the room freezing you and the nurse. She ushers you in and hands him your charts.

     There he is like usual at his office desk, typing away while he fills out patient charts. You walk in behind the nurse slowly making your way over to the chair, shivering as you walk inside. After she hands Zayne your clipboard she leaves the office and closes the door behind her giving you a happy ‘have a nice day’. You get to the chair in front of his desk and ease down into it gently as if not to disturb him, sitting down on the edge. Definitely ready to bolt out of this chilly doom room. The two of you wait in silence until he's done typing away which feels like an eternity. Zayne looks down at your charts for almost an equally long amount of time before speaking to you. 

     "So you're here just for your usual checkup on your heart?" He asks in a soft, icy tone. Eyes scanning the papers in front of him, not looking up at you.

     "Yup! That's all I'm here for!" Your response is high pitched and squeaky that it makes you jump. Doesn’t help that all your nerves feel like they’re on fire despite the chilly atmosphere in the room. Hopefully he'll end this quickly so you can go home and forget about any of this happening! Why did you have to tease him on a day like today??? Maybe he has forgotten what all you had sent him earlier? If so then you could ask him out to dinner, that would be a plus!

     Zayne gets up and comes to you with his stethoscope in hand. He places it on your chest checking your pulse, you flinch at how cold the stethoscope is. His lip curls up a bit in the corner, “Sorry, it's cold.” You hold your breath as his cold fingertips graze your chest with the equally cold stethoscope. Couldn't he have warmed it up for you before he started touching you? He usually does, but this time was very different. Maybe this was the start of your punishment, icy cold stethoscope. Goosebumps slowly creep across your skin after the lingering spots the stethoscope was.

     "You know I could hear your heart better if you actually breathed, right?" He says with a slight smirk. You didn't realize you were holding your breath the whole time he was touching you. Not sure whether you were holding onto your breath because of him or just how cold everything touching you was.

     "Oh…. I'm sorry," you mumble as you try to breathe calmly and deeply for him to hear better. Zayne takes his stethoscope out of his ears and wraps it around his neck. He then proceeds to touch you in places like your neck, behind your ears, and holds your wrist to finish your checkup. “Have you had any problems? Shortness of breath, chest pains, etc?” He asks while pressing along your collarbones and chest. “No?” you fumble, taking in his warmth of being so close to you as well as his scent. Hints of mahogany, jasmine, and disinfectant fill your nose making you feel all warm and fuzzy. “No?” he pulls you back into your current conversation. “I’m good, I promise!” you stammer out while he goes to sit back down behind his desk. The silence is deafening as he says nothing then proceeds to scribble things down on your chart. Double checking things on his computer as well and refilling your prescriptions like he usually does.

    "All right, you're good to go. You have a clean bill of health for now until I see you again. I’ve refilled your heart medications as well. Next time we’ll have to do some imaging so have the nurse schedule you an appointment when you leave. Is there anything else you need while you’re here?" Zayne doesn't even look at you while he fills out your paperwork. You breathe a little easier since it seems like he's not too bothered about your texts. Hopefully….

     "Um… No, not that I can think of. Thank you, but I wanted to let you know that I was just kidding with those text messages from earlier," you nervously babble out of your mouth. He stops writing for a brief second then goes back to writing the rest of his notes down. When he’s done writing, Zayne looks up at you with hazel eyes drilling holes into you making you feel vulnerable. You almost feel naked in front of him with how serious his expression is. You’ve been such a brat today, how is he going to tame you this time?

     "A joke, huh?" He puts his pen back into his doctor’s coat, and leans forward onto his desk still drilling into you with his eyes. His hands neatly folded together with his chin gently resting on them. 

     "U-um… yeah…" you look away from his cold stare, wanting to leave immediately from his intimidation. He takes his stethoscope off of his shoulders and puts it on the desk sighing. You shiver again, making more goosebumps appear on your skin. The air in the room changes as well, seeming to get colder by the second like Zayne was trying to use his Evol to intimidate your brat ass into acting right.

     "Too bad cause I thought you were serious about all those naughty texts you sent me," he leans back into his chair looking hurt? It's very hard to tell if he's serious or not. "And here I was planning to take you out to dinner after this, but I guess plans have changed," he looks back at you with a small pout on his face. He slowly takes off his glasses and lays them on the desk. He proceeds to rub the spot where his glasses were on his nose as if in annoyance. He was starting to get tired of your games, especially when his cock was throbbing so hard before you arrived at the hospital. Zayne was trying to hold out, but his patience was running thin. Your skimpy skirt didn’t help, nor your hard nipples pebbling up from how cold his office was.

     "W-well we can still go to dinner if you want. There's that new restaurant I know we've been wanting to try. The one with the spicy hot pot…." You suggest still being nervous because you didn't want to get rejected after all the naughty texts you sent him, but also you guys hadn't had dinner together for a while now with all the long hours he’s had to work. Hell, you guys hadn’t had sex in a couple days either and it was starting to make your cunt ache for him so much.

     "I'm not really sure if I want to go to dinner now after all of those texts. They have me thinking of what I should do to punish you instead, especially since you sent those right before a very important meeting that I had to calm myself down before I went," he said to you, his eyes turning dark. Knowing what all you sent to him earlier was making you pulse in your core more, but you were excited at the teasing thoughts of him fucking you hard. Pulling your hair and saying how naughty of a girl you were while he fucked you until you hurt for a couple of days.

     "Um… well we could go to dinner and then go to your place for some fun?" You tried to tease with him, but you knew he'd see right through it. Seeing if you could maybe prolong the inevitable punishment you had coming to you. You rocked from side to side in your chair trying to dissipate the ache in your cunt, but he was so handsome from behind his desk. Your panties were starting to get soaked.

     "Come over here," he commands while motioning a finger to come towards him. You stand up slowly and walk over to the desk almost in a trance. You put your hands on the edge of the desk in front of him waiting obediently for his next command.

     "I said come here," he pointed down towards the floor directly in front of him behind the desk. Zayne moves his chair back from the desk enough for you to stand in front of him and slightly turns his chair. While you hesitantly walk over to where he's pointed on the floor, he moves his paperwork and computer over to one side of his desk. "Sit," he motions to his desk directly behind you and you oblige in his demands. You put your hands behind you and lift yourself up onto the top of the desk. While lifting yourself up, you can see Zayne's hard cock bulging in his pants.

He wanted you just as much as you wanted him. Seeing the sight of his big dick straining against his pants made you soak your panties even more. You lick your lips lustfully at him before sitting fully on his desk. You had worn a skirt in your rush out the door just because it was easy to put on. You didn't really think about it until now sitting here in front of Zayne that he could probably see your wet panties.

     He gingerly puts his cold hands on your thighs, slightly gripping them. A small whimper escapes your lips eager for more touches from him. You had hoped to go to dinner with him and maybe get it on at his place, but Zayne couldn’t resist you anymore especially now that you were here in the flesh. Wearing a tiny skirt with a blouse that accentuated your tits. He was basically drooling in his mouth, panting as he gripped your legs.

     "Zayne…," you whine. "Someone is going to hear us, especially see us if you do anything now!" He chuckled darkly at your pleads. "No one is going to hear us if you keep quiet plus the door is locked so no one can come in. So are you going to keep quiet?"

     You pout at Zayne. Being heard that the hospital would definitely not be great for his reputation, but it puts a thrill in you that someone might possibly find out. This was going to be a great test of your will power.

     "Now… Spread," he commands while pushing your legs apart. You let him dominantly spread your legs open to reveal your soaked light blue panties. Zayne rubs the wet spot on your panties glossing over your clit making you whimper at his touch. “Z-Zayne…” He hums in response before lifting your skirt up and pulls down your panties. You lift yourself up so that your ass rests on top of his desk. It's so cold that you get goosebumps that rise on your thighs. You shiver from the cold wood top from his desk. He takes your panties and shoves them into his front right pocket. "Is that really necessary?" You look at him with your eyebrow slightly raised with blush creeping across your cheeks. "I'm confiscating them because you've been a brat," he smirked devilishly.

     “I'm glad I took these because they're the exact same pair that you teased me with earlier,” he chastised. You bit your lip nervously at him, “Well I didn't exactly have time to change them…” You trail off not sure how to continue.

     "Fuck… I've been thinking about this all day," he says quietly while marveling at your leaking slit. He slowly runs his thumb up along your slit until reaching the top. He then places his thumb upon your bud and starts rubbing in circular motion.

     You whimper quietly, still nervous that someone might hear you while he kisses your thighs and continues rubbing. You lean back onto your elbows to fully expose yourself to him. "Mmmm, that feels so good," you purr at him. Zayne continues kissing up your thighs until he gets to your clit then switches his thumb in favor of his tongue. You moan a little bit louder this time, throwing your head back from the pleasure. You were trying your best to keep it to a bare minimum, but god did he know how to make you feel so good.

     While still eating you out like the delicious meal you are, he slips a long finger into your heat making you hum for more. You feel so hot from all the stimulation, while Zayne slowly slips in another finger sending you deeper into ecstasy. You lean forward while resting on one elbow and grab the top of Zayne's head, shoving him deeper into your slit.

He slides his fingers out for a second for his tongue to slip down into your hole, licking up the sweet juices flowing out of you. You shove his head in deeper causing his nose to hit your clit. You try to will your hips to stay still, but Zayne keeps licking all the right places. He comes back up to suck on your bud making you moan and grip his hair harder. The velocity at which he’s finger fucking you takes you closer and closer to toppling over the edge. He’d been wanting this just as much as you, his cock pulsing painfully against his pants.

     “I-I'm about to c-cum…,” you whimper at Zayne to finish your climax. He hums in response to oblige your needs. He starts to finger you a bit faster while lifting the tips of his fingers to graze your sweet spot, edging you closer to your orgasm. “I'm gonna… c-cum!” You lean up and grasp Zayne’s hair pulling him closer to you as you start to convulse in pleasure. 

     Zayne helps you ride out your waves of pleasure. After your spasms, Zayne lifts his head up to look at you while wiping off your love juices from his mouth. He licks his fingers from where he was just finger fucking you licking them off like he can’t get enough of your sweet love juices. His hair is disheveled from where your fingers were from pulling. “Well that was an exquisite appetizer,” he grinned mischievously. You sigh as you lay flat on top of his desk, woozy. “That was so good,” you mutter sleepily. 

     Zayne stands up, “I'm not done with you yet, there's still the main course to be had.” He lifts you off the desk, setting you flat on your feet before spinning you around where you're facing the desk. He kisses your neck before he trails off to nibble at your ear. “Are you ready?” You start to get goosebumps at his musings. You can feel his hot girth on your messy pussy as he rubs against you. 

     “Yes….” Your eyes flutter. His hands were warmer from when he first began touching you. “Good girl,” Zayne growled into your ear. He pushes your feet apart with his luxurious dress shoes, he unbuttons his doctor's coat, and unzips his pants then lifts up your skirt so it lays on the lower part of your back out of the way. He then lays his hard dick between your ass cheeks, feeling the hot warmth of him makes you wet all over again. You’ve had his dick several times before this, but the girth and length of it always made you nervous at the sheer size of it.

     “Now… tell me what you want,” he begins teasing you by sliding his dick up and down your ass cheeks with his precum. He was always good at warming you up before slamming his big cock into you. Zayne was a gentleman and you always came first before his needs.

     “I want you…” you pur at him. “You'll have to be more specific,” he torments you. You almost want to just grab his dick and slam it into you, but you don't want to mess up your chance to have his girth in your hot, wet slit. “I want you… inside me please,” you beg as you lean back into him, making his dick ride up the crack of your ass.

     “That's my girl,” he growled. Zayne then lets his dick slip down the crack of your ass before lining up with your wet hole and slowly slides himself into your pussy. White hot electricity goes throughout your entire body as he thrusts inside of you. You gasp as more is inserted more into you inch by inch. His hands grasp your hips tightly trying to maintain control over his primal needs as he starts to pump torturously slow into you. 

     “Fuck me…,” he moans. “Your pussy is so fucking wet.” Hearing him say those words just makes you clench your gummy walls around his dick. “Damn baby, not so tight!” he tries to command you, but he’s almost lost in pleasure himself. He pumps a couple of more times before pushing you down on the desk. He grips you with his left hand on your left hip while his right hand pulls your right arm back towards him. You start to drool out the corner of your mouth from how rough he's being with you.

     His grip on you is tight, but his Evol starts to freeze on your hip and your wrist slowly. He’s trying his best to hold back, but you can tell by the way he's pumping into you that he's getting closer to the edge of losing control especially with the ice creeping onto your skin. Zayne is usually in control, but with the texts you had sent him just made it so much harder to control his Evol.

     “Zayne….,” you gasp out, “I'm… gonna… cum..,” He grasps your hip tightly, “Not yet,” he demands harshly. You feel like your body is being torn in half from how aggressive he's being now and your wrist and hip are getting colder by the minute. He lets go of your arm and your hip before he leans over you with his hands on the desk next to your shoulders while still thrusting into you. Some of the things on his desk have fallen off from how hard he’s thrusting. The papers he was writing on before had fallen and his name placard bounced off the floor. On the edge of losing control, he starts pumping harder where your hips are knocking into the desk. If people didn’t hear that, they definitely heard the desk scoot across the floor a little bit.There definitely will be bruises tomorrow, but at this point you're in so much ecstasy that you didn't even care.

     “I'm gonna cum,” he gasps into your ear. He latches onto your neck leaving marks along your pulse point that’s thumping out of control. Hearing that makes your gummy walls grip on his length even tighter. “Fuck me harder, cum in me,” you pant. Upon hearing this releases a primal urge in Zayne. He pumps several more times groaning and whimpering in your ear before releasing his load into you. You both orgasm together whimpering in pleasure as not to alert the whole hospital of your activities. Zayne lingers inside you for a few minutes panting in your ear before slowly pulling out. You feel every inch of him pull out and it almost makes you cum again.

      Before lifting yourself up, you realize that where Zayne's hands were there's medium sized ice circles with his hand prints in them. Seeing his Evol go a little crazy gives you shivers, but luckily they start to melt away when you stand up. Even where he was holding your arm and hip earlier is slightly red from his ice. 

     Zayne opens one of the larger drawers on his desk revealing towels and extra clothes in the drawer. He grabs a towel and cleans himself off and sits down. “We made quite the mess, didn't we love?” He had a smirk playing on his lips. “Yeah, we really did,” you try to grab the towel from him, but he swats your hand away. Zayne takes another towel out of the desk before he cleans you off. After he finishes cleaning you off, he pulls your skirt down for you ever the gentleman. You stand in front of him with a love drunk smile on your face.

     His hair is all messed up from where you grabbed it and his tie is slightly askew probably from where he was leaning on top of you. He places his hands on your hips while you fix his hair and tie for him. Zayne takes your wrist and examines the red band around it. He looks slightly upset about his Evol hurting you. You reach out and cup his cheek with your other hand. “It’s okay, it doesn’t hurt,” you say quietly. “I just need to be in better control of myself, but with you it's hard to do sometimes.” his eyes are miles away, but when he looks back to you, his look softens. 

 “Are we still going to dinner? I mean real dinner,” you sheepishly look at him. Zayne looks up at you with a smirk, “I suppose we can if you're still hungry.” You nod at him, even though you did fully enjoy your so called meal it was time to get a real meal in you before you got hangry. “Then we can, but are you ready?” He questioned seriously. You then thought about how you must have looked at that moment, your clothes slightly askew. Trying to smooth out your hair and clothes the best you can, Zayne comes in to help you like you did for him a moment ago. Zayne didn’t give back your panties as part of your punishment. Maybe the wind wouldn't lift up your skirt on your way to dinner.

     Zayne stands up and straightens up his clothes a bit more. He takes off his doctor's coat while walking to the door and puts it on the wall hanger next to the door. You walk behind him slowly following about to head out the door with him when he grabs your chin and leans in for a kiss. 

     “Hey…” you pouted after he pulled away. He chuckled softly, “Are you ready to go? Maybe we can have dessert at my house later.”