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Let's Play A Game

Part 4

You thought your initiation into the Barcelona team was complete with that humiliating singing performance. But at the first team bonding night, you find yourself roped into a game of Fuck, Marry, Kill.

Wordcount: 5.2 k

Warnings: 18+ for sex scenes. lots and lots of smut

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It's been weeks since that night. All three of you went to training the following afternoon as if Jenni and Alexia had not spent the night helping you experience the decadence of Spanish desserts.

While recent events may say otherwise, you truly are a pretty private person when it comes to who graces your bed. Jenni and Alexia are definitely the same.

You know that Lucy knows. But except for her rare comment in the Fuck, Marry, Kill game about your, ahem, preferences, she is typically a vault when it comes to your personal life. Just as you are about hers (and the burgeoning full fledged crush she has a certain Catalan defender).

So the team is none the wiser about your off-field activities with the golden couple of the squad.

But back-to-back league games every few days on top of recovery and all of your own personal obligations to sponsors and interviews and photo shoots for the club has left no opportunity for another round of dessert.

Which you very, very much are starving to have.

They, well Jenni really, initiated last go-around. So it seems only fair it's up to you this time to step up.

Your anxiety spikes the tiniest amount immeasurably as you send a text to both of them, hoping the references last time to it not being a single occurrence still hold true. Otherwise you are going to be incapable of looking either of them in the eye for probably the rest of your contract. Which is 3 years, and that is undoubtedly too long of a time to try to completely avoid interacting with the captain of the team. Plus you're willing to bet others would definitely notice that and demand an explanation.

Hopefully they just respond that they too are in the mood for dessert.

Jenni responds within 10 minutes with a 👀. Literally just the single emoji. What the fuck is that supposed to mean?

So you decide to wait it out for Alexia's response for clarity's sake.

Hers dings through considerably later in the night, almost five hours after your text. She doesn't even send a response, just giving a thumbs up to your initial text.

You gape at your phone.

What.the.fuck.

Is that a yes? Is that a soft letdown? Is that a got your message, thanks but no thanks?

You can feel anxiety spiraling down from your brain to land in a heap in your gut. Well, shit. This beats the worst scenario you thought up before sending your text.

In that terribly horrendous daydream Alexia sent an ew, no text while Jenni replied with we thought it over and think it's best we just keep it to the one time.

At least those would have been definitive. And your brain could start working over how to get over the rejection. But this? This hellscape of an in-between is torture.

Do you text back and ask what their damn emoji and react mean? Does that make you look desperate?

Definitely a yes to the latter.

But you are. Desperate, that is. You haven't been able to stop thinking about Alexia's comment after they both ruined you for the first time.

You should see Jenni's strap game.

And, oh god, do you absolutely want to see that. Hence the whole impulsively texting them to see if they'll let you back into their bed. Because Jenni and the strap and Alexia watching is all you've been able to think about for weeks.

You think you may have just mucked it all up, though. Maybe you should have waited for them to reach out first again. Or tried to lay down a hint in-person at the next team dinner.

Did texting come off the wrong way? Did they not understand what you meant by dessert??

Maybe Alexia thinks you're just offering to bring her brownies or something. And you know the woman is strict about her in-season diet.

Idiot.

You sit there on your couch catastrophizing as some Spanish reality show plays in the background.

You neither understand it nor care to put on the subtitles. You just watch as man after man gets chewed up and spit out by the feisty leading lady with apparently ridiculously high standards. The show lets you zone out, contemplate your life choices, and if Barcelona would let you out of your 3 year contract some 30 months early due to extreme personal humiliation.

A knock on the door has your body responding even as your mind stays wandering. When you pull open the door it takes a few seconds to register Jenni and her grin staring back at you.

"Wha?" you ask in confusion, looking at her, your door with your apartment number, and back at the woman herself.

"Cari, why do you look so surprised?" she asks cheekily. "You say you want dessert, no?"

You stutter step and try to look around her. "Alexia?" you ask with wide eyes.

Jenni smirks and leans an arm against your door jam. You have yet to let her in, mind solely focused on Jenni at your door, inquiring about dessert, while her girlfriend is mysteriously absent.

The striker chuckles and leans in closer to you, voice low. "Ale really, really wants dessert too," she confirms.

You blow out a breath, releasing at least half of the anxiety you've kept entertained in your body over the fast hour or so.

"She had to finish up something. So I'm here to collect you, cari."

"Collect? Me?" you question, mind still working slower than normal.

Jenni drags you forward by the collar of your shirt, your body willingly following. "Sí, cari. Can't have dessert without the guest of honor," she husks into your ear, ending her statement with a nip to your ear lobe.

A shudder rips down your body, eyes closing as the heat licks up your spine.

"Oh," you dumbly reply, fingers gripping onto the door jam to steady yourself.

Jenni clocks the action and smirks proudly.

"Need door. Lock phone. Keys too."

"What?" Jenni teases. "Was that English?"

You pull back half a step to give yourself air that isn't hers to breath. You swear something about her scent brings out your dumb, primal brain and chases away any ounce of articulation you once held.

"I need my keys," you reiterate. "And my phone."

"I see both from here." Stated with the confidence of someone who know exactly the power she has over you. "Table, cari. And then let's go. I'm parked in a no parking zone."

You lightly scoff at her audacity, of course she would park there. The universe is hers for the taking, including off-limit parking spots. But you leap into action, striding over to your table and grabbing both the keys and phone quickly. Your feet slam into your shoes with the urgency of someone famished (which you are).

"Let's go!" you exclaim, reaching out with a hand to pull Jenni into the hall so you can slam the door shut and lock it.

The madrileña chuckles at your eagerness. "Hungry, cari?"

"Yes," you firmly reply, not looking her in the face. You will definitely blush if you do so.

She can sense it. Tattooed fingers gently wrap around your jaw.

And you have to bit back a moan as they delicately demand you turn your face to look at her. How does she light you on fire with just one show of dominance? Fuck.

"Let's feed you then," she murmurs, eyes dropping to your lips. You can't contain yourself this time, letting out a soft groan at her promise.

Seems she can't quite control her urge either as she steals your lips in a brief but bruising kiss. She pulls back, your lower lip between her teeth before she releases it with a pop.

Your eyes are clouded, barely seeing, as Jenni slings an arm over your shoulder and pulls your apartment keys from your hand. The telltale sound of the deadbolt locking clears some of the haze, and then Jenni slides your keys into her pocket. And oof, that does something to you.

It is only when you're settled in the passenger seat of her car that she speaks to you again, left hand casually gripping the steering wheel, body turned slightly towards you.

"You seemed surprised?" she questions, just loud enough to be heard over the music playing.

You hum and go with honesty. "Thought I royally fucked it up sending that message."

Jenni snorts. "How? Cari, I responded within like 10 minutes!"

You sigh. Your brain overthinks, and you know it. But still, with the lack of actual words things are easily miscommunicated. "I have a hard time reading just emojis. And then Ale just sent a fucking thumbs up on my message? I thought you guys were trying to let me down easy by not saying it with words but emojis?"

Jenni quickly reaches over the center console, hand squeezing your thigh. "No, not at all! We've wanted you since you left that morning. But we wanted you to feel in control of initiating that. In the heat of the moment things can go fast, so we thought giving you some space, some time to think it all through and make sure you wanted to do that again, would be best."

You can't stop the huge exhale that escapes your parted lips. Oh. That makes sense. "Could you tell me that with words next time?" you ask quietly. "My brain fills in the gaps, and it's never kind about it."

Jenni frowns at that admission, like she knows how that goes. But she trails her hand higher up your thigh to sit snugly between your legs and squeezes twice. "Of course. I'm sorry if we caused you any turmoil over this, cari. That was never our intention. We really want you. Ale's been talking about you nonstop."

A small grin takes over your face, and you attempt to stop it by biting your bottom lip.

Jenni's thumb reaches out to free it as the car idles at a stoplight. She slowly drags you into a kiss. Gentle, lingering, a kiss that fills the silence with not the heat of arousal but the warmth of want.

The vehicles in front start to move and she pulls back, thumb sweeping over your swollen lips before turning back to the road.

You bask in the light thrum she just plucked to life in your chest. This feels good. But one thing still lingers in your mind.

"Who fucking thumbs up a message asking to have sex?" you ask the cabin.

Jenni laughs loudly. "Alexia is a little socially awkward, cari. She's not one to talk about sex, but trust me, she wants you badly."

You snort. "A little?" you tease.

Jenni turns to look at you and shrugs as if to say maybe more than a little.

"It's been hard staying so neutral at training," you confess, eyes watching out the window as the cityscape changes the closer you get to their apartment.

"Trust me, the number of times I've had to pull Alexia out of staring at you before someone notices is too high."

"You don't stare?" you joke, eyebrows raised.

Jenni just chuckles. "Of course I do. But I am discreet about it. Alexia is just hungry—almost drooling, especially when you hike those shorts up your thighs."

Now it's your turn to laugh. You know exactly what she means. You have a habit of pulling your shorts up after tackles or intense challenges. It stems from your youth days and those too big parachute shorts that were huge on everyone, but doubly so on short, little you.

The knowledge that Alexia has been staring for weeks breathes a gust of confidence back into you. They both have wanted you all this time too.

And tonight is definitely going to end in dessert.

Jenni drops a bombshell just as she pulls up to their place.

"Ale was at some sponsor dinner, which is why it took so long for her to respond. But she called and told me she had a plan to excuse herself early. She might have beaten us home."

Alexia, queen of following through on her obligations, is skipping a sponsor event? To…fuck you instead?

Well damn, if you didn't feel important before, this does the trick.

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Alexia did in fact beat you both home.

Jenni opens their apartment door and you find Alexia opening a bottle of wine, still in her fancy clothes from her sponsor dinner or whatever the event was of the night.

The striker sets her keys down on the kitchen island, hands finding Alexia's waist as she pulls the catalana into her body, lips connecting softly.

"Mmm, you look beautiful," you hear Jenni murmur.

It feels like an intimate moment you probably shouldn't be viewing so you look around the room to dispel the awkwardness inside at perhaps overstepping just by being present.

Alexia washes away your ridiculous thought with a peck to Jenni's lips but hands that instantly reach out to pull you into her body.

Jenni teases her. "Your thumbs up didn't send the clear message you thought, reina. Left this one spiraling, thinking you were just politely declining."

Alexia frowns. "Thumbs up means good, no? Like a yes?"

You shrug. "Emojis are hard to understand sometimes."

They're really not.

You just have a tendency to overthink.

"Let me clear it up, then," Alexia mutters, hand threading through your loose hair as she tips your head back, lips claiming yours.

You moan into the kiss, surprised and flushed with arousal at her dominance.

Jenni's fingers trail over the back of your shoulder, hair pushed to the side as her lips drop kisses up and down the curve of your neck as Alexia continues her soft assault on your lips.

You moan, deliciously bracketed by both of them.

"Upstairs?" Alexia murmurs after one last linger kiss. Your eyes flutter open and find she's not looking at you but behind you at Jenni.

The striker must agree because before you know it you're being gently dragged towards the stairs up to their loft, hands insistent, clothes falling down on the descent up.

Alexia's hand gently grabs the back of your neck once you're at the top, pulling your bare body into hers, tongues tangling again.

Your thighs hit the edge of the bed, gently pushed backwards until you're lounging on the white sheets.

Jenni's hand slips around Alexia's hip, turning the woman towards her for a kiss of her own.

Alexia may claim you, but it's clear that Jenni claims her. You feel your core clench at that realization, body pulsing.

Jenni breaks their kiss with a soft bite to Alexia's bottom lip, the midfielder's eyes rolling back at the action.

The striker just grins at the reaction, slapping a hand to the catalana's ass in appreciation before turning to you. "How do you want it tonight, cari?" she asks, hand trailing over your calf and up your knee.

You tense the closer she gets to your parted legs, anticipating her touch. But Jenni stops short, lips twitching in amusement. She's waiting for your answer.

You swallow, mouth dry. "Your strap," you answer, slightly embarrassed at voicing it aloud but your desire for her, for that, outweighs your reservation at speaking so boldly.

Jenni's eyes roam down your body hungrily, gaze hot. "Okay," she concedes easily, slipping away.

Alexia instantly takes her spot, joining you on the bed, hands tracing up your skin.

Your abs clench as fingers dance over your stomach, one hand landing to grab a breast, the other carefully wrapping around your neck, gently guiding your head to look at her.

"Hola," she murmurs, desire showing plainly on her face.

"Kiss me," you ask quietly.

Her eyes soften and the hand around your neck slides up to cup a cheek before she replaces her mouth on yours, gentle even as she deepens it, drawing your body into hers with a firm, strong hand at your back.

"Ale, get her ready," Jenni commands from across the room, fitting the harness to her hips.

Alexia gives you a peck as you whine at her slithering down your body and out of reach.

She gives you no time to adjust, tongue instantly licking into your heat, insistent and intense.

You whimper, hips trying to wiggle away, but her forearms come to anchor them down.

It's a battle of the wills—your body needing you remove itself from the intense stimulus on your clit while Alexia works to comply with Jenni's request.

You're already soaked, but the catalana's demanding hold and the way her lips suction around your bud, pulling it deep into her mouth, have you leaking. You are positively drenched.

Jenni returns to the bed, a deep blue strap buckled to her front, appendage swaying as she struts back towards you. You've never seen someone look so commanding with a dildo attached to them before. But she's easily pulling it off, confident smirk on her lips, and lust blown eyes.

"Ready?" she asks, fingers trailing over Alexia's back, the midfielder moaning into you.

That has your eyes rolling back as it pulls a whine from your lips, the reverberations of her moan shooting through your clit.

Alexia pulls back with a pop, and you positively pant, finally able to catch your breath now that she isn't latched onto a very delicate part of you.

Jenni slaps her girlfriend's ass, massaging both cheeks before helping her gently transition to lay next to you. That leaves the space between your legs open and waiting.

She easily slots into place, fingers trailing through your wetness, testing if you need any lube. Definitely not. Her fingers come away glistening and she quickly pops both into her mouth, holding eye contact with you as she sucks them.

You forget to breathe, eyes wide as you take her in, heart hammering in your chest. Oh fuck, that is hot. Your pulse races, watching her every move.

Jenni finally releases her fingers with a dramatic flourish. "Delicious," she murmurs at you, kneeling her way between your legs, strap lightly rubbing against your swollen clit.

Your whole body shudders at the contact, legs shaking.

The dark-hair woman settles you with a gentle hand to your hip, rubbing down your outer thigh and drawing a sigh out of you.

Alexia's fingers join in, tracing your clavicle as her mouth drops to your neck, nose pushing your head to the side so she can latch onto the soft skin just below your ear.

You softly moan in pleasure, nipples tightening.

The moan rolls into a deep groan as Jenni slowly pushes the strap in, stretching you out with each inch forward of her hips until she's seated deep inside you, thighs nestled up against your ass.

Your hands drop to those muscular quads, giving yourself an illusion of control.

Jenni lets you, hips rolling as she starts thrusting in and out carefully.

Alexia re-captures your attention, fingers dancing across your cheek to call you back to her. As soon as you turn your head her lips are parting yours, tongue slotting inside as a hand threads through your hair. Angling your head back, she deepens the kiss, devouring you.

Meanwhile Jenni continues to thrust forward, body pressing into you, and then backwards, dragging the strap along your walls. Her pace starts to increase now that you're properly opened, body grunting slightly with the effort. Those hips you're so used to watching in practice to determine where she'll twist and turn next to avoid your defensive maneuvers slap into you, decisive and demanding.

Tattooed fingers drop to your clit, soft, gentle circles drawn on top, warmth spreading outwards as she fine tunes your body to her liking.

You moan into Alexia's mouth as Jenni leans forward, adjusting the angle of her thrust. The head of the strap nudges up against that area on your front wall that you're always chasing when it's just you and your fingers and nothing hits quite right.

Jenni is not having that problem, picking up the pace as she now settles into a steady rhythm, the strap dragging against your front wall with every pass.

You have to turn your head away from Alexia's mouth in order to remember how to breathe. Her kisses have dizzied you to a level that has your body instinctively gasping for air even as your brain lags.

Jenni uses the distraction to grab your attention, a hand drifting up your abs to your sternum and them further beyond to cup a shoulder for leverage. The other finds a nipple, pert and aching, and gives it a lingering pinch that has you arching up into her hand wanting more.

You whine as her hand on your shoulder provides counter-pressure to the movement her hips create, bracketing you between her on both ends. There's nowhere to go; you're her captive.

There's a sheen of sweat to her chest that speaks of exertion, her body being used to work yours towards release.

"Cari, tell me what you need," she demands, eyes never leaving yours.

And something about that prolonged contact bumps your arousal up another notch.

"My clit," you pant. "And faster."

Her eyes flutter closed at that plea before snapping back open. Oh, she'll give it to you harder if that's what you want. "Ale?" Jenni says softly, directing her girlfriend to take care of your first request.

Alexia drops a practiced hand to circle you, fingers circling tight and fast.

A loud groan is ripped from your throat at the relentlessness of her touch, the catalana eager to tip you over the edge so it can be her turn.

Jenni doubles her efforts, hands shifting into position on either side of your shoulders, holding up her weight as her hips piston in and out, bottoming out with every thrust.

It's not gentle. The thump of her weight into you, the force of the strap carving out space within your clenching walls, has your body on the edge, skin tingling and muscles tensed.

You grunt as your body accepts hers willingly. Over and over and over again.

Between the fullness of the strap and the fluttering on your clit, your orgasm chases you down in no time.

Alexia dips her head down to capture Jenni's nipple as her fingers continue swirling over you, the madrileña grunting out a "fuck, Ale" at the action, her hips stuttering for a second.

That stutter, the slow drag and then quick thrust back into motion has you crashing down, back arching beneath Jenni and hands digging into the sheets, twisting them as your muscles lock before going into spasms as shocks shoot down your spine.

"Ohhhhh," you moan loudly, surprised at the intensity of your orgasm. Alexia's fingers drag up and down your arm as you flutter back down to earth, her touch prolonging the shivers running down your skin.

Jenni slowly pulls out, the drag of the strap pulling one last moan out of you as the head finally disengages with a pop.

It's glistening, and you watch Alexia lick her lips before crawling over on her knees, hands gripping Jenni's ass to steady herself as her mouth drops to the strap, sucking off the taste of you.

Hands thread through Alexia's hair, holding her steady as she works her mouth up and down the strap.

You watch through hazy eyes as Jenni's hips start a shallow thrust, enjoying her girlfriend on her knees for her, taking her strap like this.

It's only after licking off every last drop of you that Alexia turns around, ass presented to Jenni as her arms come to settle on either side of your hips.

Your core is still pulsating a bit, and the view of Alexia offering herself to Jenni over top of you has your pussy clenching again, needing another release to be truly satisfied.

You get to watch this time, fully. Jenni palms her girlfriend's ass before lining up the strap and grabbing Alexia's shoulder with one hand, pushing her way inside the drenched and desperate midfielder.

Alexia's head drops, moaning loudly as Jenni's strap stretches her out, the madrileña pushing inside.

The dark-haired woman doesn't start slowly like she did for you. She is clearly well experienced having Alexia like this, on her knees, on her strap.

She sets an intense pace, hips pumping, hands using Alexia's shoulder as leverage to thrust deeper into her. Full strokes, none of that gentle ease she used on you, making you ask her for more.

Alexia takes it, enjoys it by the sound of things. Her moans echo loudly through their apartment.

And you are drenched once again, pussy aching to be touched. Watching Alexia be absolutely dismantled by her girlfriend fucking her.

After a particularly loud whine from Alexia, Jenni slaps a hand over her mouth, body arching down to murmur for you both to hear, "Ale, you're going to wake the neighbors again. You need to be quiet, amor."

Alexia tries. She does. You can tell by her bitten lips and hands fisting the sheets near your hips.

But she can't stop her mouth from betraying her, especially once Jenni's hand snakes around the front to touch her clit.

Jenni finds the only solution that will stick, gently pressing Alexia's head down and into your core, occupying her mouth with you.

Alexia's mouth greedily latches onto your clit, sucking hard.

You whine, body arching up and away from her mouth. Your noise is still considerably less than what Jenni was pulling from Alexia's mouth with every hard slap of her hips. So the striker says nothing about your noise, just grinning wolfishly at you as Alexia moans into your slit after a particularly hard thrust.

The catalana's tongue pushes inside, greedy for your wetness.

And you can feel your body start to clench, so damn close to your second orgasm.

Alexia wrangles free one of her hands, thick fingers finding your opening and two pushing in all the way without resistance. You groan at the intrusion and push up into her mouth.

Jenni watches, transfixed, thrusts turning into a deep grind as she herself approaches her own edge, clit rubbing up against the strap base and using Alexia's body as counter pressure to chase her pleasure.

Alexia's mouth unlatches to cry out as Jenni presses deeper into her, hunting for her orgasm.

You whine in response, hips canting up into the air, needing her mouth back on you.

She's a selfless lover, returning her tongue to your clit even as Jenni rides the both of them to the edge of the cliff. Alexia is determined to have you come with them, tongue lapping frantically as her fingers pump into you.

So close, so close.

And then those fingers curl, find that spot inside Jenni hit earlier, the one that you have trouble finding with your own fingers as they're can't get quite deep enough. Alexia doesn't have that problem, long, thick fingers reaching that spongy spot inside that feels as though you're very nerve endings are being caressed, splitting you wide open.

Alexia forms a vacuum around your clit, sucking it into her mouth, tongue playing with you, at the same moment she curls those fingers, stroking firm and unrelenting.

You break, body convulsing and thighs clamping shut tightly around her ears.

It's likely your mouth that actually wakes the neighbors, voice breaking as you moan through the black spots in your vision, body unsure how to manage the overload of pleasure coursing through your veins. "Oh shitttt," you whine as Alexia keeps up her sucking, sensitivity much too high for that.

You push her head away, body curling into yourself as your limbs shake.

Jenni is there. Needs Alexia with her.

With you satisfied and breathing through the aftershocks, Jenni focuses solely on her girlfriend. She grabs the midfielder's arms, pushing them up above Alexia's head and folding her body down into the mattress. The madrileña pushes her weight down fully, strap buried as deep as possible, hips gyrating in a continuous grinding motion.

Jenni's lips find the back of Alexia's neck, teeth scraping the sensitive skin as Alexia moans wildly at the new position, held down by Jenni's body weight.

You spot a tattooed hand sneaking around Alexia's hip, slotting between her and the mattress, destination clearly Alexia's clit.

Her mouth alerts you the second Jenni finds it, moans hitting a new high and her orgasm washes over her.

The catalana's hips hump forward and back on the strap as she comes, riding out her pleasure as Jenni's fingers continue to dance over her clit.

That is until the madrileña's own orgasm hits, her body pitching to the side held up by the hand that was on Alexia's clit seconds ago as her other hand tightly grabs Alexia's hip, her body thrusting down into Alexia, hips still circling as she grinds out her pleasure using Alexia's gripping pussy as the counter point.

Alexia shudders through Jenni's orgasm, clearly overly sensitive but riding it out so her girlfriend can hit her peak too.

Jenni pants, head dropped to the middle of Alexia's back as she tries to catch her breath after that physical performance.

The catalana shudders as her pulsating channel clenches around the strap. A hiss falls from her lips.

Jenni drops a soft kiss to her shoulder and pulls out, stepping off the bed on shaky legs to remove the harness.

Alexia doesn't move except to turn her head towards you, one amber eye opening sleepily. "Good, cari?" she murmurs.

You snort and then grin, sliding over to slot next to her.

She hums at the action, fingers finding your skin and lightly touching to anchor herself to you. But that is clearly the only action she has energy for though as her eye closes again, body still.

"That was so fucking good," you answer as Jenni climbs into bed behind you, pushing into you until your ass is nestled up against her pelvis, a tattooed arm snaking around your waist as she curls her body around yours.

You turn to address the striker over your shoulder. "Your strap game is insane," you offer.

Jenni smirks at you and drops a kiss to your neck. "I've had a lot of practice," she murmurs, eyes flicking over to the boneless Alexia next to you.

Your eyes catch the tattoos littering her back and before you can stop them your fingers reach out to trace the ink, drawing a long hum out of Alexia. "Practice does make perfect," you state softly.

One of Alexia's eyes opens, looking at your face, pupil blown and iris dancing with heat. "I love to practice," she mutters into the sheet.

You can't help but chuckle at her eagerness even as her body is so very clearly done for tonight.

But, you too. You too.

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mifvyfilms · 2 days ago

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Can I request a read where reader is insecure of their eyebags- (or just has a HORRIBLE sleeping schedule as a coping mechanism) ^^ mainly Isagi centered bcuz he’s silly :D TYSMMM!! Have a nice day •3•

── .✦ ISAGI & NAGI: eyebags .ᐟ

(a/n: HAI BAE I SWAM THROUGHJ ALL MY REQUESTS JUST TO DO THIS ONE bc omg... i think... im getting eyebags...😰😰 AND OFC!!! 😋😋 HAVE A GOOD DAY/NIGHT AS WELL LOVE YOU!!!💕💕💕🫶🫶🫶🫰🫰🫰)

𓏲⋆ ִֶָ 𓂃 �� in which, you need sleep .

⊹ FLUFF FLUFF FLUFFFF ᝰ x reader

ISAGI YOICHI ᝰ.ᐟ

── “(NAME), you've been looking more and more tired each day... what time did you sleep last night?" isagi couldn't help but notice your eyebags slowly getting more visible each time he saw you.

you gave him the best smile you were able to form despite being extremely fatigued. "just 5 a.m.," you tell him, as if it were nothing. his jaw drops and he sits beside you, where you laid your head down, facing him.

"i get up at 5 a.m. to run—why are you sleeping at that hour?" he moves the strands of hair that were covering your face with his thumb, putting it all behind your ear.

simply shrugging, you responded by saying, "that’s just when i sleep." and then a yawn escapes your mouth. you covered your mouth with your arm before rubbing your eyes. "i’m tired."

he almost chokes on nothing when you say that. "well, obviously? you’re not getting enough rest. you sleep for one hour per day!"

"so?"

he lets out an exasperated sigh, "that’s way too late for your body to handle."

"so?"

"so? it’s not good for your health!"

"so?"

your small replies were making him worry even more for you. he’s already looking out for you so much. "do you need help sleeping at night?"

"nah, i got it—“

he cuts you off, and doesn't really give you much of a choice. "call me, let's sleep on the phone tonight."

NAGI SEISHIRO ᝰ.ᐟ

── "SEI... i hate my eyebags." you tell the guy who's laying down on his back on the floor, playing some game on his phone.

"pew pew pew... ah, i lost..." he pouts a little bit. it seems like he didn't hear what you had said—let alone even know you were sitting right beside him.

you poke his cheek, and he finally averts his eyes over at you, realizing you were there. "hmm... yes?"

sighing, you point at your eyes. "do they look bad?"

nagi still has his phone in his hand, but he's staring right into your eyes, where he assumed you were pointing at.

"uhm, sei? why are you staring so intensely and for so long? you’re making me feel uncomfortable."

the white-haired male finally blinks. "your eyes are pretty."

"oh, uhm..." you rub your nape, "thank you! but, are my eyebags ugly? they’re getting pretty hard to hide..."

nagi takes another good look at you. he examines your entire face; you can see his eyes move up and down. "no." he flatly says before looking back at his phone.

"you’re not lying to me, right?"

"nuh uh." he shakes his head. you sigh in relief, "that’s good, now i need to know how to get rid of them..."

"sleep." he says. "with me."

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e1e4n0r5 · 3 days ago

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Got a Lil Sugar: Chapter 10

Masterlist, Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9

Fandom: Arcane: League of Legends

Pairing: Sugar Mommies Cait & Vi x Sugar Baby Reader

Words: 3750

Synopsis: You and Vi have your first solo date

Warnings: Financial distress, sex work, Mommy/Daddy kink, FLUFF, Vi is just a puppy who needs love 🥺, minor restraint (Vi holds your hands down), breast & nipple play, oral sex (r! receiving), fingering (r! receiving), edging, orgasm denial

A few days later, you were back at the penthouse having a mid-week dinner with Cait and Vi – they said they couldn’t wait until the weekend to see you again. After an amazing dinner, you were all curled up on the large sofa again. Vi had excused herself for a moment, her footsteps fading away as she headed to the bathroom.

After a moment, Cait tilted her head slightly toward the hall, making sure Vi was out of earshot.

“Darling,” she said softly, almost conspiratorial, “Can I ask you a favour?”

You blinked, intrigued by the sudden shift in tone. “What kind of favour?” you whispered back playfully.

She gave you a small smile. “On Friday, I have a dinner with some clients that’s bound to run late, and Daddy will be on her own. So, I was wondering if you might ask her on a date, just the two of you?”

Your brows furrowed in confusion. “Me? Ask her?”

“Yes.” Cait’s tone was steady, but there was warmth behind it. “She’d love to ask you, but I know she won’t. She gets…” she paused delicately, her gaze flicking toward the hall again, “…Nervous about these things.”

You tilted your head, your curiosity pricking at you. “Why would she be nervous? It’s me.”

Something flickered in Cait’s expression, something complicated. She smoothed it quickly with a practiced smile. “It’s not worth getting into, darling.” Her hand brushed over your wrist in a light, grounding touch. “Just trust me. If you asked, she’d be over the moon.”

You hesitated, studying Cait’s calm blue eyes. “Okay,” you said finally, a soft smile pulling at your lips. “I’ll ask her.”

“Good girl,” Cait murmured, kissing the back of your hand gently before leaning back, just as Vi’s footsteps approached again. The moment vanished as quickly as it had formed, folded neatly away between you like a secret only you shared.

Vi came back into the room, smiling at you both.

“Daddy?” you said softly.

She hummed, kissing your cheek as she sat back down next to you. “Yes, baby?”

You chewed your lip for a second, then took the plunge. “Mommy said she’s busy on Friday; would you want to go out on a date with me? Just us?”

For a split second, Vi froze. Her brows shot up, her expression caught between surprise and disbelief. Then it broke into a grin, wide and helpless, that just lit up her whole face. “You askin’ me out, baby?”

You nodded quickly, your cheeks warm. “If you want? There’s an arcade I’ve been to a few times – bowling, games, prizes to win? Or we can do something else!” you added quickly.

She rubbed a hand over the back of her neck, the tips of her ears going pink. She looked almost shy in a way you rarely saw. “Damn, sweetheart. Yeah, I’d love that. More than love.” Her laugh was low, almost disbelieving.

Your heart tugged at that. “Yeah? You gonna take me on a cute date night, win me all the prizes?” you teased.

Vi squeezed your waist, lifting you into her lap. “Gonna show you a good time.” Her voice dipped lower, teasing.

“On the date or afterwards?” you giggled, the weight of Vi’s excitement and nerves settling warmly in your chest.

She grinned and spanked your ass. “Cheeky girl.”

Vi was bouncing on the balls of her feet when she met you outside the bowling alley, hands shoved into her leather jacket pockets. She looked different somehow. Still Vi, still rough-edged and confident, but there was something undeniably nervous in the way she smiled the moment she saw you.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Vi said, tugging you close and pressing a quick kiss to your lips. “You look pretty,” she complimented your pale pink dress. “Ready to get your ass handed to you in bowling?”

You laughed. “Oh, that’s fighting talk! You’re on!”

The evening was easy, filled with Vi’s playful trash talk and your giggles the few times she missed a pin. Vi was obnoxiously good, leaning into each roll with exaggerated flair, smirking when the ball crashed into another strike. By the third round, she was strutting back to your seats after every throw.

“Daddy, you’re ridiculous,” you teased, shoving her shoulder as you sipped your wine that was nowhere near as nice as the stuff they had in the penthouse.

“Ridiculously talented, you mean,” Vi shot back. “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll let you win one game in the arcade.”

After she won all three games of bowling, you dragged her into the arcade attached to the alley for revenge. The neon lights made your eyes sparkle, and Vi couldn’t stop watching you, a goofy grin on her face.

You drew at air-hockey; showed off your impressive skills on the dance machine, earning perfect scores on several songs; spent too long on the penny machines, only winning a small plastic keychain and arguing over who got to keep it – you wanted Vi to have it, she wanted you to have it.

Then Vi spotted the claw machine.

“Bet I can win you one of those,” she said, smirking at the pile of stuffed animals inside.

“You know those are rigged, right?” you argued, but you smiled, eyes soft as you watched Vi feed tokens into the machine.

Too many tokens later, Vi was pouting as she hadn’t won you a single plushie. “S’bullshit.”

You cooed sweetly at her, kissing her cheek. “It’s okay, Daddy. I did warn you, though.”

Across the arcade, she saw a shooting range. “Oh, let me try that! You’re not leaving here empty-handed.” She took your hand, leading you across the busy arcade, dodging people as you went. Paying the attendant, she smiled back at you sheepishly. “Don’t judge me too harshly. Cait would crush this, though.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Really?” That surprised you.

“She did loads of shooting competitions as a kid. Rich-kid rifle shooting stuff.”

You didn’t want to distract her as she shot, but you were curious. “How long have you been together?”

She didn’t falter, hitting more targets than she missed. “We met in college. Been together since Welcome Week.”

“What did you both study?”

“Uh…” she was flummoxed for a second. No Baby had ever taken such an interest in them, let alone her. “She was Poli.Sci and Business, and I did Sports Science with Business; we had some classes together. What about you? Did you go to college?”

You watched her shoot for a few seconds, trying to formulate your answer. “I was. Piltover Academy for Performing Arts. But I had to drop out in second year.”

“PAPA?” she turned to look at you, brows raised in amazement. “Damn, even I know that’s prestigious.”

You smiled shyly. “3% acceptance rate.”

“Holy shit, you must be good. Why did you leave?”

Your throat tightened. Because you got so sick that you couldn’t leave your apartment most days. “Life shit,” you tried to shrug nonchalantly but failed.

Her face softened. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked.”

You shook your head. “No, no, it’s fine. Shit just happened and I had to drop out. No money to go back.”

“Would you like to?”

“I’d love to. But, like I said, no money. Prestigious college, extortionate fees.” You could feel the mood lowering. “Anyway, come on, win me those plushies, Daddy.”

Vi nodded pensively, returning to shooting. Ten minutes later, she stood triumphant with three plushies tucked under her arm: a little yellow bunny, a pink puppy, and a blue mongoose.

“Which one’s your favourite?” she asked, holding them out.

“All of them,” you said, hugging them to your chest. “That was really impressive.”

“Thank you, baby,” she thanked, kissing your forehead. “We’ll bring Cait one time, and she’ll show you impressive.”

The photo booth was the last stop. You tugged Vi inside, coins clinking as you fed the slot. The first picture was you both smiling wide, the second with you kissing Vi’s cheek, the third with Vi grabbing your chin and kissing you full on the lips. The fourth photo was blurry from you laughing too hard when Vi nipped your neck.

When two copies of the photos printed, you held one close like something precious. Vi held the other, ducking her head, suddenly bashful. “Gonna frame those for your nightstand, sweetheart?”

“Maybe,” you teased, though your heart fluttered at how serious Vi’s eyes had gotten.

The penthouse was silent when you got back, city lights spilling in through the tall windows. Vi placed the plushies on the counter and headed for the fridge.

“You want a drink, baby?” she asked.

You perched yourself on one of the stools at the counter, swinging your legs and watching you. “Only if you’re making it for me,” you teased.

Vi chuckled, twisted the cap off a beer bottle, taking a sip. “What do you want, sweetheart?”

“Can I have a tea, please? I really like the ones you have.”

She smiled back at you. “Sure, baby.” She handed you the box, filling the kettle.

She made your tea, both of you in a comfortable silence for the few minutes it took. At one point, Vi quickly took out her phone.

“Just letting Cait know we’re home. I don’t think she’ll be long now?” She put her phone back in her pocket, handing you your tea when she finished.

“Thank you, Daddy. This was a really fun night.”

She grinned back at you, leaning her elbows on the counter across from you, sipping her beer. “It really was. Thank you for asking me.”

“Of course,” you smiled back. “Can I ask you something, though?” She nodded. “Why would you be nervous about asking me on a date? It was something Mommy said.”

She shifted a bit, rolling the bottle between her hands. “Our last Baby didn’t like solo dates. Not with me, at least.”

Your heart broke at the way her face dropped. “Oh, Daddy…” You reached across the counter, holding her hand. “I’ve had a wonderful time with you. And I want more dates like this, with you, and Mommy.”

She smiled, lifting your hand to her lips, kissing it softly. “I know, sweetheart. It means a lot to me.”

You leant forward on the barstool and caught Vi by the collar. Your lips met, hot and insistent, both of you holding the other close.

Vi pulled away for a second, moving your tea to the side. To your surprise, she hoisted herself up on one knee up onto the counter, leaning over and wrapping her arm under your arms, pulling you off the stool. You squealed in excitement as she lifted you clean over the counter, sitting you down on the marble in front of her as she stood between your legs.

“Daddy!” you giggled breathlessly.

“Can’t wait, baby,” she groaned, kissing your neck. “Mm, fuck,” she breathed between kisses, “You smell like sugar.”

You laughed, your arms winding around her muscled shoulders. “It’s the candyfloss.”

“Even better.” Vi kissed you deeply, tongue brushing yours, squeezing your waist in her hot hands.

You shivered, your breath catching. “Daddy.”

Vi’s grin was wolfish, eyes dark and locked on your flushed face. “Yeah, baby?” she murmured, pressing closer, hands gliding along your thighs before tugging your dress up higher.

Vi’s mouth reclaimed yours, hot and urgent, the taste of beer and sugar mingling. Her hands roamed, firm but unhurried, exploring like she wanted to memorize every inch of your skin.

Then, with a swift tug, she pulled the neckline of your dress down. You gasped at the sudden exposure – having chosen not to wear a bra with the dress that had padded cups – cheeks pink, but Vi didn’t give you a second to be shy. She dipped her head immediately, mouth hot and wet against your chest.

Your fingers tangled in her hair, a shaky laugh spilling out. “Daddy…” you gasped breathlessly, tightening your legs around Vi’s waist as her tongue flicked over your nipple, sucking hard enough to make you arch.

Vi pulled back just long enough to smugly smirk at you, lips shining. “Gods, baby, you’re perfect.”

You whined, dragging Vi back to your chest. But she didn’t let you make demands; both big hands gripping your wrists and holding your hands to the counter while she returned her mouth to your soft skin, kissing, biting, sucking your breasts until your breath came in sharp little gasps that filled the otherwise quiet apartment.

Her tongue dragged in slow, teasing circles before she closed her lips around one tender peak and sucked, making your back arch. A sharp gasp spilled from your throat, echoing through the quiet kitchen.

“Fuck, Daddy,” you panted, your pussy throbbing as she teased you, your hips lifting.

Vi smirked against your skin, releasing you only to bite below your nipple lightly, then soothe with a languid lick. “Stay still for me,” she growled low, the command vibrating against your chest.

She chuckled around your nipple, moving her head back a little, pulling your breast with her. You moaned filthily as she released your skin, then did the same with the other side. You rocked your hips against the air, desperate for any friction as she sucked, lifted, and dropped your breasts a few times.

You wriggled helplessly, wrists straining against Vi’s hold, but she only pressed them harder into the marble, never breaking her rhythm. Wet, messy kisses dotted over your chest, Vi intent on leaving her mark, dragging sounds out of you that grew needier with every pass of her mouth.

“Daddy, I might cum,” you panted, your legs shaking a little.

She laughed against your skin. “Really? You gonna cum just from me playing with your tits?”

You whined, nodding pathetically, hips lifting again.

“Well now I gotta see that,” she returned her mouth to your nipple, sucking harder as you groaned, your clit throbbing almost painfully.

“Fuck, Daddy, it feels so good!”

“You like me keeping you here like this, huh?” Vi murmured, lips brushing softly against your upper chest before she latched again and sucked, harder this time. Your thighs tightened around her hips in answer, and she chuckled, low and satisfied.

“Your thighs are twitching against me, baby. You really are gonna cum right here, aren’t you?”

Pinned, claimed, kissed raw, you could do nothing but gasp and tremble as she licked and sucked.

“Please, my pussy hurts,” you whined.

“Yeah? Your pretty clit throbbing while I ignore it?”

You moaned, your eyes starting to water from the build-up of pleasure. “Daddy…” you begged in a sob.

“Keep your hands still, baby,” she commanded. “If you move ‘em, I’ll punish you. Got it?”

You nodded jerkily, pressing your palms to the marble under you.

Vi dragged her fingernails up your sides, coming to cup your breasts. She held your nipples between her thumbs and fingers as she watched your face, a smirk on her face. “Have you ever had clamps here, baby?”

You whined, nodding.

“Did you like ‘em?”

You panted as you nodded. “Yes, Daddy.”

“We’ll do that another time. But for now,” she released your nipples, slapping your breasts, “I’m gonna suck these pretty nipples raw until you cum, sweetheart.”

Holding both breasts, she pressed kisses between them, sucking one nipple into her mouth, then the other. She switched between them, always holding the one not in her mouth.

You moaned loudly, dropping your head back. “Fuck! Daddy…Daddy, can I cum?”

“You gonna cum just from this?” she taunted, sucking as much of your breast into her mouth as she could. “Such a little slut; no pussy attention and you’re moaning like a whore for me.”

You moaned, your orgasm suddenly crashing over you before Vi could give permission. You writhed against her as your pussy clenched around nothing, spilling your juices over your underwear and the counter below you.

Vi just smirked as she watched you, her hands still holding your nipples as your body twitched and shook. “Wow…Now that was impressive, baby. But you know what?” she threatened, releasing your nipples, holding the back of your neck and pulling you close with one hand. “I didn’t say you could cum yet.”

You whimpered.

“You know what that means?”

Your jaw trembled. “I need to be punished.”

She smiled patronisingly, pouting her bottom lip playfully. “That’s right, baby. And the punishment should fit the crime.”

Vi guided you down until you were stretched out across the counter, hair spilling loose over the marble. She pushes your legs back and apart.

“Hold your knees open, baby, I’m gonna need my hands for this,” Vi murmured, smirking as she skimmed her short nails up and down your sides, her eyes dark with intent.

You reached obediently for your knees, holding yourself open for her hungry gaze. Your heart pounded in your chest, but your pussy leaked for her.

She hooked her fingers under the waistband of your soaked underwear, tugging them up to your mid-thighs, not bothering to take them off. The sight of your juicy pussy made her grin like she’d won a prize, and your chest tightened with heat.

Vi leant down close so she could drag her mouth across your trembling thighs. Her hot breath teased, lips hovering maddeningly close, before she finally pressed in.

The first flick of her tongue to your clit made you jolt, fingers tightening instinctively against your skin. Vi moaned into you, savouring the taste, and set a deep, slow rhythm with her mouth, sucking, licking, teasing slow before plunging her tongue deep inside you.

Every muffled sound you tried to hold back only made Vi press harder, flattening her tongue, dragging it through you until your hips twisted desperately against the edge of the counter.

Helpless, flooded with sensation, you could only pathetically sob ‘Daddy’, your thighs trembling against her head as Vi’s mouth worked you over with hungry, practiced precision.

Vi kept you stretched out across the counter, her grip firm on your hips. Every time you tried to lift your hips, she tightened her hold, smirking up through heavy lashes as if daring you to disobey.

Her mouth never let up. She dragged her tongue in long, slow strokes, then switched to sucking hard enough to make your back arch right off the counter. When your thighs tried to close, Vi shoved them wider, her hands strong and insistent.

“Don’t you dare,” Vi growled against you, the vibration making your stomach clench and pussy leak.

“Daddy, your mouth feels so good,” you moaned.

“Thank you, baby,” she smirked, pistoning her tongue inside you.

You whimpered, hips rocking helplessly into her mouth, heat building until it was unbearable. Vi alternated between sharp, teasing licks and deep, consuming strokes, like she wanted to draw out every single sound you could possibly make.

You panted, “Daddy, I’m close.”

“Oh, are you?” she mocked.

Your breath hitched, thighs trembling, chest rising and falling with frantic gasps, and Vi only pinned you harder.

“Daddy, can I-?”

“Don’t even finish that question, sweetheart.”

You whimpered, looking down at her serious face.

“You came before I said you could, and you think I’m going to let you do it again?” She tutted, shaking her head. “No, no, baby. You’re gonna take everything I give you and you’re not gonna cum one time, you hear me?”

“Nooo,” you whined. “Please, please, Daddy! It was an accident-!”

“I don’t care, baby,” she said firmly. She dragged two fingers along your folds, slow, deliberate, before sliding them into you, making you mewl. “Look at you. All spread out, begging for it. You wanna come for me right here, don’t you?”

You could only nod frantically, gasping out, “Yes, Daddy, please…” before her mouth sealed over your clit again, devouring you until your vision started to blur.

And then she stopped.

She pulled her fingers out of you, taking her mouth away.

You gasped, knowing now what your punishment was going to be.

Vi laughed at your face as she stood over you. “Oh, you understand now, don’t you?”

Your bottom lip pouted before you could stop it.

She just laughed again. “Don’t even try that, baby. You’ve earned this, and you know it.” She straightened up, slipping her two fingers into your mouth. You sucked them ravenously, your eyes never breaking from hers. “Good girl. Now,” she took her fingers back, running them down your slit, “Let’s do that again.”

You tried to speak, to beg, but your voice came out as ragged gasps and soft whimpers. Vi’s eyes, dark and hungry, locked on you for only a moment before diving back in and sucking your clit into her mouth, driving you higher again.

Every thrust of Vi’s mouth, every flick of her fingers, pushed you toward the edge. Your back arched, chest heaving.

“Daddy…Fuck…”

“You’re not gonna ask, are you, sweetheart?” she chided.

You pouted again, your head dropping back.

“Didn’t think so,” Vi murmured against your skin, replacing her mouth with her thumb on your clit, grinding in perfect rhythm as she watched you shiver and quiver under her control. Your hands still gripped behind your knees, your body rocking helplessly against Vi’s fingers, completely owned by her relentless attention.

And then she stopped.

That time, she kept her fingers inside you, her thumb still pressed on your clit, but she held her hand perfectly still.

She raised an eyebrow at you challengingly, daring you to complain.

You didn’t.

Counting to five in her head, Vi resumed.

Your moans filled the kitchen, mingling with the wet sounds of Vi’s fingers moving inside you, waves of pleasure rolling through you. The counter was cold and firm beneath you, a sharp contrast to the heat coursing through you, making each touch feel more intense, more overwhelming.

Your legs started to tremble uncontrollably, hips thrusting against Vi’s hand, wanting to beg for release, but knowing you weren’t allowed.

Every gasp, every cry, every involuntary shiver was a symphony of surrender, of trust, of utterly giving yourself over to Vi’s dominance on the countertop.

“I can feel you fluttering on my fingers again, baby,” Vi groaned, biting the inside of your knee. “Fuck, you’re so perfect.”

You moaned, your pussy clenching as she bit you a few more times. “Daddy…?”

“No,” she snapped, spanking the inside of your thigh.

Just then, a bell chimed in the kitchen.

Vi smirked down at you. “Mommy’s on her way up. You’re in for it now, sweetheart.”

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where-does-the-heart-lie · 2 days ago

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OP Fighting Game AU Gym Leaders

Context Master Post

i am not a background artist. but! i can make a MEan mood board, babeyeyyyy!!!!!!!! hopefully this gets across the vibes i have in mind for the gyms.

i tried to find a different lighting idea for all of the different gyms which is a fun idea to think about because of all the fun colors that are used in different ways.

These guys have been changed dramatically from their canon versions by the way, im sure you recognize that. Its really funny imagining people who in the canon story are the worst sentient beings imaginable, being so family friendly in this version. ofc they still beat up teenagers naturally, but everything is very regulated, these people can be trusted around kids.

more ideas and design stuff:

Kuro: his design is left largely the same, sorry i took out his golden mounds of poop on his suit, i forgot about them and dont feel like adding them in. I decided to tie his weird fucking striped shoes in with the rest of his outfit by putting him in a pin-striped suit. his cat design is based off of an oriental shorthair cat because i felt their long limbs tied in very nicely to kuro's whole vibe ehe ehehe :3 kitty :3 speaking of kitties, his big ears/head and his tail are all hearty in shape. because. um. he likes kitty cats :3 and i do too :3333

Enel: i made him a lot more down to earth in this version because he is a gardener :) i may have not had him leaning enough over to correctly show him balancing but whatever, none of you are the balancing police so get off my back okayyyy???? anyway tho, how he fights is that he gains power from the little saplings he sports from his ears and around his back ring thing and uses his lightning rod staff and generally just touching his opponent to unleash the power. When he has the saplings on him, he tries not to touch the ground, otherwise the current would go through him and shock him. He uses the Elastic Aura to help pad the damage but it still hurts him. the reason him standing on his gold staff isnt hurting him in the pic is because the staff has a rubber stopper at the bottom. to help him keep balance and to break up the current. Enel wears a hart hat btw because his gym is generally considered a hazard because it is overrun with plants that can crumble the infrastructure at any time. but its always closely monitored no make sure every weak spot is properly supported. its just for general safety. his hearts are in his plants :) he really likes his plants :))))) can you tell his design is my fav of the bunch.

Arlong: He was a lot of fun to design with his shapes. the idea of him being a mafia themed boss came from me thinking his gym would be set up like a cuphead game, and my friend @fluffyartbl0g suggesting it'd be like the moonshine mob in the cuphead DLC which i LOOVEDDD. And i already had the idea that arlong's whole setup would be a water park, so the idea that sprouted from it would be at the top of each water slide theres like 2 bouncers in full suits getting their "go" through their security ear pieces. which just tickled me to think about. i dont think his design is much anything special, but his complexity comes from his simplicity. His actions speak louder than his fits and thats all he needs. except for money. He loves money ofc. As such, it is in his coin and the shape the dollar bills in his waist band are making. I just HAD to keep in his absolutely disgusting to think about Ring Implants he has too.

they are so gross to think about. nasty nasty man.

General Gym Leader Stuff:

All of the gym leader's places are venues that already have stuff going on in them, and how you get to battle them is you have to make a booking via your school. You can get free admission if you go through your school but if youre Just Some Guy there is a fee.

In many of the gyms, there is typically an audience that comes to see the show, but sometimes, like with Enel's gym, Its not feasible to have bleachers or audience seats in such an unsafe area. and people can watch you at arlong's gym, but youre on rafters and like,, slides and shit so theres not a lot of places they can be to watch. im sure they'd have a live feed though.

Thinking so much about water parks makes me wanna go to one now. those were so much fun.

Misc ideas for the other 4 gyms:

Doflamingo frequently gets phone calls and when he does, one of those pink phones bungees down from the ceiling as he takes the call.

Theres a lot of broken games in the unconventionally taken places in Buggy's festival maze because his maintenance people forget how to get there.

Kid/killer's Monster truck ring is really hard to book a battle for. Such a busy busy arena.

i think that's it.

if you got this far, Yes, Kuro and Arlong are Ex's. and also thank you so much for reading <3

#my art #one piece #one piece fan art #enel one piece #one piece kuro #one piece arlong #buggy the clown #donquixote doflamingo #eustass kid #one piece killer #op fighting game au #ddba au #mood board

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l0s3rd0wnt0wn · 3 days ago

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I WANNA ASK YOU A QUESTION???

YANDERERiddler!Edward Nashton x wb!reader

Bio: I had brain worm about this and now it's your problem. This Streamer!Wb cuz duh and Edward is completely obsessed with you

Warings!: Eddy's a creep and a major creep to you and just you

Another day slowly rotting in his gamer chair, scrolling endlessly on 4chan or whatever website that could rot his brain for another hour. It's his off day; let the Joker run wild, or whatever villain of the week. He'll plan another bloody scavenger hunt next month. In the background, some lame stream is on; he has no clue what they're even yapping about, and neither does he care. Pushing himself away from his desk to his other monitor to exit out of the stream, he sees your name pop up in the left-hand corner. He was tired of the first stream anyway, so he clicks on you without any hesitation. Edward is met with a big bright smile and you making heart hands to the screen.

"WELCOME BACK EVERYYY ONE!!!" you yell into the screen, a big smile on your face, your head poking out from your curls as you adjust your glasses to a better position on your face. A couple of 200 to 300 watched you, so it's obvious you weren't new to this, but you didn't really have a huge following like his (even if his followers were creeps from the underground).

"IT'S YOUR GIRL [NAME] COMING OUT OF BATMAN'S BASEMENT!" A silly intro—how could someone have this much energy at 3 AM? He wonders, staring intently into the monitor screen, looking at the chat, which is saying hello to you, something along the lines of "Hello [Username] from Star City!" or spamming little smiley faces or your custom emojis that feature your cute little face. How silly!

"And today we're going to be playing a horror game! Now, you all know your girl is a bit of a scaredy-cat, but so many of y'all have been telling me to play some Chilla's Art games, so I have no choice!" Edward can't believe how long he spends watching your stream, how long he spends watching you yap when you get nervous and scared and don't want to face the jump scare. He’s completely focused on you, your laugh, your little yelps at a tasteless jump scare—who knew a streamer could hold his full attention?

And now, you have become his hyperfixation for the rest of the week (he's been thinking about you for months). He watches your Let's Plays like his life depended on it, watching your outside vlogs with your friends (God, he wishes he was the one holding the camera and holding your hand, getting every view and angle of you). The way you say his chat name makes him fall apart.

"Hi! Eddy??" By the gods, it's just so adorable coming from your lips; he could just kiss you. But if you were to say his full name, he would probably cum in his pants right on the spot. He can't lie; there have been so many times when he jerked off to you, especially on a long night stream when your voice is whiny and sleepy. He just can't help it; he'll stroke his cock nice and slow, pretending you're in his bed as he's trying to wake up for some sleepy sex. Each little yawn and small tired whimper you let out eggs him on until release, and oh, he does cum all over his hands like the little pervert he is.

Edward makes sure to sub and chat with you whenever he can, just to know you're talking to him and not the other losers in chat (he's one of those losers). He'll give you sub after sub just to keep talking. His obsession is so bad that he starts stalking you everywhere to the point where he figures out you're the child of Bruce Wayne. I mean, he literally flips the fuck out that his wife (you guys aren't even married) is the daughter of Bruce Wayne. How didn't he notice? How didn't anyone notice? (You wear glasses on stream but at galas or events.) But another side of him gets weirdly aroused at the thought of taking Bruce Wayne's innocent little girl and corrupting her, putting you in one of his riddler masks and doing things to you that he can only fantasize about. Soon, his fantasies will get too strong, and he'll start stalking you in real life.

"You should do a stream with the Riddler." Please don't read that chat.

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j3llyc4kes · 2 days ago

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can you stay up all night? fuck me till the daylight? 34, 35!

quick a/n: hi hi hi, firstly, artist creds unknown but i found on pinterest and that person found it on twt 😭 but enjoy more drabbles till im done with my huntsman sukuna fic! probably gonna release a teaser, very halloween codedd hehe, im excited! BUT muah muah thank you for the recent love on angel gojo!!! eeeee love you all sm! and THANK YOU FOR 2K! ugh, it makes my heart so happy :3 i plan on doing a little bit of kinktober & perhaps a 2k special? moots…collab??! hehehe

you and satoru settled ages ago that 69 is your thing, hands down better than straight-up fucking. not that his dick game is weak—fuck no, the man’s a goddamn deity in bed, cock so long and thick it kisses your cervix with every brutal thrust, leaving you wrecked.

but it’s not about that. satoru’s got this feral obsession with tasting you, like he’s starved for it, like your pussy is the only meal he’ll ever need for the rest of his life. and of course, he’s messy as fuck about it, a straight-up munch, slurping and groaning like he’s drowning in you and loving every second.

tonight is no different, the air’s heavy—the room smells of sweat and sex already. satoru’s sprawled on the bed—naked. those sharp blue eyes glinting as he beckons you with a crooked finger.

“get your pretty ass over here,” he says, voice rough, lips already wet from licking them in anticipation. “you know i’m fucking dying to bury my face in you. been hard all day just thinking about that juicy cunt on my tongue.”

you crawl over slowly, letting him watch the sway of your hips, and his hands are on you the second you’re close, grabbing your thighs with a bruising grip, yanking you down so your slick folds hover right over his waiting mouth.

“fuck, sweets—look at you, dripping already,” he rasps, voice muffled as he pulls you flush against his face, not even waiting for you to settle.

his tongue dives in immediately, no finesse, just raw hunger—long, greedy licks that collect every bit of your arousal, his lips smacking loud enough to echo. he’s sloppy, obscene, nose pressed hard against your clit as he burrows deeper, tongue curling inside you, scooping out your wetness like he’s trying to drink you dry.

“this pussy tastes so fucking good,” he mumbles, words barely coherent, his breath hot against your sensitive skin.

you feel the vibration of his moan ripple through you, making your thighs quake. he’s got spit and your slick smeared all over his chin, glistening down his jaw, dripping onto the sheets, and he doesn’t give a shit—hell, he loves it, lapping harder, sucking your folds into his mouth with a wet pop that has you gasping.

you lean forward, shaky, and there’s his cock, rock-hard and fucking glorious, standing thick and proud, the shaft pale but veined like a map, curving just enough to hit every spot when he wants to rail you. the head’s swollen, flushed a deep, angry red, leaking precum that pools at the tip, glistening and begging for your attention. you wrap your hand around it, stroking slow, feeling the weight of it, heavy and pulsing, the skin velvet-smooth but burning under your touch.

“toru, this thing’s gonna choke me,” you mutter, half-laughing.

then you drag your tongue over the slit, tasting the salty tang of him. he bucks up hard, groaning into your pussy, the movement shoving his tongue deeper. you whimper, fingers tightening around his base.

"go for it, baby, choke on it,” he slurs against your clit, voice wrecked as he sucks it hard, teeth grazing just enough to make your hips jerk. “love when you do, makes it even hotter.”

his mouth’s relentless now, a mess of spit and slick as he devours you, tongue flicking fast, then slow, dragging through your folds before plunging back in, fucking you with it in deep, curling strokes that hit your g-spot every goddamn time. he’s not gentle—his lips close around your clit, sucking so hard your vision sparks, and he hums like he’s savoring a fucking feast, the sound wet and filthy.

“gonna make you squirt all over me, baby,” he promises, one hand sliding up to spread your ass, fingers teasing at your rim just to push you further, while the other hand digs into your thigh, keeping you pinned.

you’re a mess, grinding down on his face, smearing wetness everywhere, and he laps it up, chin dripping, eyes half-lidded like he’s drunk on you.

you take him deeper into your mouth, lips stretching wide, throat constricting as you bob down, letting him hit the back of your throat until you gag, spit pooling and dripping down his shaft, making it slicker, messier.

“that’s it—hah—take it all,” he groans, hips thrusting up, fucking your mouth in shallow, desperate pumps.

the overstimulation hits you like a freight train—his tongue’s too much, too fast, lashing your clit while his fingers curl inside you, stretching you open, and you feel that tight coil in your gut snap.

“t-toru! ngh—fuck, i’m—” you can’t even finish, voice breaking as you squirt, hot and wet, gushing so hard it soaks his face, drenching his lips, his cheeks, even his fucking hair.

he moans like he’s in heaven, drinking it down, tongue chasing every drop, smearing it across his face as he keeps eating, keeps sucking, drawing out every shudder and whine until you’re sobbing from the intensity.

“goddamn—fuuuck, yeah. that’s what i wanted,” he pants, licking his lips, still chasing your taste.

you feel his cock throb harder in your mouth, swelling against your tongue. you suck him deeper, hollowing your cheeks, hand jerking what you can’t fit, and he’s done for—hips bucking hard, a guttural—fuckfuckfuck—spilling from him as he comes, thick, hot ropes of cum flooding your throat. a little spills out, dripping down your chin, mixing with the mess of spit and slick on his cock.

you pull off, cum and spit stringing from your lips to his twitching cock. he’s still a mess, face shiny with your release—eyes glazed but hungry. he turns you around and drags you up, crashing his mouth to yours, and it’s realllll filthy—tasting himself, tasting you, all mixed in a sloppy, tongue-heavy kiss that leaves you both breathless when you pull apart.

“see? that’s why we stick to this,” he murmurs, fingers tracing lazy patterns on your thigh.

you nod weakly, still catching your breath. he smirks, that oral fixation already sparking again as he eyes your kiss bitten lips.

“ready for round two, sweets? i could go all night.”

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callmearas · 2 days ago

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This is not to discount your argument about which is better, but one must consider that their is a severe difference in scale between Silent Hill 2 and 3, which I don't think has more than 30 characters altogether, and Oblivion and Star Field which probably has 300 each. Animation is a lot of work. You are right, artists when given the time, can produce great stuff, but an animator on a game like Skyrim, they got to animate about 100x more actions that characters have to do than Silent Hill, like fishing or mining, OR A FUCKING DRAGON. Time is one of the most precious resources in large scale game development, so you have to pick your battles. Which is more important, making sure the basic systems all have acceptable animations, or the face of this one guy who is asking you to collect 10 rat tails so that it conveys the appropriate level of panic.

Not to mention these are completely different types of games, stories, experiences. Horror is intensified by closeness because it helps give the sense of the immediacy of the danger. Something has invaded your space of safety. For scenes like this, where the horror lies in the idea that Heather has been killing civillians this whole time, you need to see how this rat-bastard of a man delivers the line because it adds to the ambiguity, and thus the horror. To take the same idea in a different direction, what is more horrifying; when the creature appears on the horizon, or when it appears right in your face.

And is that closeness and accuracy of facial animation as important in Starfield and Oblivion? Quite frankly, no. It would be amazing if every character was distinctly voiced and individually animated, but in an open world RPGs like these, there are going to be characters that some player won't even be aware exist. Do you think they have time to animate that guy, and then the 200 other small NPCs who are all in a similar boat, individually?

I get the frustration, but you got to keep in mind, it's not as simple more expensive games can get better facial animation. In order to handle the large scale nature of 100,000 lines of dialogue, you got to cut some corners. And anyways, its that dialogue, that broad strokes story that you are in control of that's more important to Bethesda's games, not the animation.

every time i see footage of silent hill 2 or 3 i am grimly reminded of how the facial animations in both those games are still better than anything Todd Howard has ever produced. its absolutely astonishing how verisimilitude and life in CGI is entirely dependent upon the skill of the animator and how much their dumbfuck producers will actually let them show it. the NPCs in the Oblivion remaster AND Starfield are looking somewhere over one of your shoulders like 60% of the time theyre talking to you, while simultaneously making randomly-pathed series of grimaces and slowly raising and lowering their eyebrows in a way human facial muscles arent even capable of. its gross

#video games

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slytherinshua · 2 days ago

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　　❛ HOW THEY HUG/CUDDLE ❜　𓋰　투바투

❪ 永遠に光れ ❫　　fluff headcanons　txt x f!reader　387　cw ノ kissing, not proofread 〃 ♡　⸝⸝⸝　this is kinda short cause i have done this with two other groups before (n.flying and ampers&one). it's a bit hard to not just repeat what i've written before lol but still! i think these are cute </3　/　𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄

YEONJUN

we know yeonjun is the most outwardly affection member and he truly doesn't hold back <3 he's very clingy in the best way. would pull you into his lap or into hugs at any random moment just to give you an extra dose of physical affection. and it's always accompanied by sweet words or little kisses to your cheek. he absolutely melts when you do the same to him back, doting on him the same way he does to you :( (he will always ask for more hugs from you)

SOOBIN

first of all, sweetheart's cradle. no notes, that's literally got soobin written all over it. second of all, piggyback rides. he would give you those all the time, whether your feet are tired from walking in heels or you're drunk or just tired of walking, full on princess treatment <3 also just back hugs are classic and he would love to just sway while hugging you (refuses to let go for like twenty mins </3)

BEOMGYU

oh you're in his lap all the time while he's doing random tasks. honestly you serve as his own personal weighted blanket at this point, because he loves it so much. either he's gaming or working on songs/other studio related work. and it's so relaxing, your head rested on his shoulder and one of his hands rubbing up and down your back absentmindedly :')

TAEHYUN

spooning is such a casual thing with taehyun, but there's not a single night where it doesn't happen. he never asks for it, he'll just pull you into his arms or throw an arm around your waist and cuddle up against your neck to smell your perfume </3 it's sooo intimate and soft with tyun i'm okay def not crying over here. he also just likes when you rest your head against his shoulder or hug him from behind his chair while he's working.

HUENINGKAI

he's sooo the type to rest his head on your stomach/thighs or vice versa :( like curled up, head in your lap, your hands playing with his hair, he would get drowsy and fall asleep sooo fast </3 it's so relaxing for him !! he would also love (not technically cuddling) lying down in bed facing each other and having late night conversation that way. he would definitely hold your hand during this as well <3

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douceenvie · 2 days ago

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how do we feel about g!p megan who’s “just a dumb needy puppy”

ᝰ.ᐟ ꒰ g!p megan x fem!reader ꒱

-ˋˏ ✄ ━━━━━ warnings: none <3

i feel like megan is honestly the poster child for being a dumb needy puppy, like she doesn’t even try to fight it because she literally can’t 😵‍💫 it’s just who she is. she’s so stupidly obvious about wanting your attention all the time, like she cannot not have her hands on you somehow, even if it’s something tiny — brushing her knuckles against yours, curling a finger in your belt loop, leaning her entire weight against you like you’re her personal anchor. she follows you around without even realizing it, all clingy and restless, and when you do notice and tease her for it? she gets all pink and mumbly but doesn’t actually stop doing it. she can’t.

and the thing about megan is… she’s not subtle at all. her whole brain just kinda… shuts off the second she needs you. like, you could be mid-conversation about something serious, something important, and she’s just sitting there nodding blankly while staring at your mouth like she’s trying to will you to kiss her instead. it’s actually pathetic how easy it is to read her — the way her knees bounce, the way she chews at her lip, the soft little sighs she doesn’t even know she’s making 🥹 she’ll try so hard to act like she’s fine but then it just spills out of her anyway in the tiniest, most desperate little “…please, babe” and yeah. game over.

and don’t even get me started on how easy she is to wind up. like, you barely have to do anything and she’s spiraling. one teasing word, one soft drag of your nails, and she’s instantly flushed and restless, pawing at you like she’s seconds away from whining out loud. she’s sooo vocal about it too, but not in an annoying way — it’s all these breathy little sounds she probably doesn’t even realize she’s making, just pure instinct. you could tell her to do anything in that moment and she would, no hesitation, because her only goal in life is you.

she’s not bratty, she’s not bossy — she’s just wired to need you in the dumbest, clingiest, most hopeless way possible 🐶 she doesn’t have pride when it comes to you, she doesn’t even try to play it cool. it’s all wide, glassy puppy eyes and shaky hands, tugging on your sleeve just so you’ll pay attention to her and maybe, maybe give her what she’s been begging for without words all along 😵‍💫 and the worst (best) part? she knows exactly how obvious she is and she still can’t help herself. she’ll apologize later, all flushed and shy and mumbly, but the second you so much as look at her a certain way, she’s right back where she started — dumb, needy, yours 🥹

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thehoneycrypt · 2 days ago

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Oooh got any more thoughts for how sixsome sex is like with the Hanks? Like the others cheering from the sides as 5 thrusts into you and being like “wicked!” “gnarly!” after seeing the results (their combined cum flowing from you

⋆˚꩜｡ gnarly! - the hanks x reader

summary: a dive into your gnarly sex-ventures with the hanks!

a/n: thanks for your patience! here it is :D srry if its a bit short, my smut mode has been dulled by chronic pain flare ups </3

group sex with the hanks is treated like an olympic sport with the five of them vying for who make you come first or the most, who can fuck you dumb, who can last the longest, etc.

every hank has their own favorite position for penetration so usually everyone is broken into 3 pairs to rotate through all the positions

1 loves reverse cowgirl, 2 loves rocking horse, 3 loves doggy style, 4 loves pretzel, and 5 loves grinding missionary

usually the hanks go in order by number when its a 5 v 1 unless you're trying for your first baby (if afab), in which case hank 5 goes first and gets at least 2 rounds with you before passing off

the other hanks cheer the hank penetrating you on like it's a soccer game, whoops and hollers and comments on how cute you look or how delicious the sounds being made are

sex with the hanks as a group is never serious unless explicitly requested, expect lots of "gnarly!" "swag!" "hell yeah, homie!" to be thrown around

hanks 1 and 3 eat ass, hanks 2 and 5 eat puss, and hank 4 eats both so regardless of your anatomy, you're getting EATEN OUT

choo choo train fuck...... the combined thrusting power of 5 muscular lover boys into one hole... your hole

fucking the hanks with a strap- even if you have your own dick- is so fun <3 they like to make it a challenge of who can last the longest getting a 9inch dildo up the ass (surprisingly? it's hank 1)

the hanks fucking you back with equally silly straps (don't introduce them to bad dragon, do not introduce them to bad dragon, ESPECIALLY HANK 3)

sex toys are a fundamental part of hank panky, especially cock rings and vibrators!!!

no one night of sex with the hanks is ever the same, they're just as adventurous in the bedroom as they are out doing their extreme stunts

BDSM nights, challenge nights, the once a week chill sex disguised as mediation, you name it!

the six of you could open up your own porn site with the amount of pics and videos taken during encounters (the hanks have a shared favorite of you covered in and spilling out cum, hands and feet tied with shibari)

SPEAKING OF CUM.... the hanks aren't against rubber

more on cum... yeah, you will be dripping when the five of them are finished, there's no ifs or buts about it... especially cuz all five cum more than the average (1 teaspoon/5ml in volume per cumshot)

the average amount of cum getting dumped in you is between 25 to 35ml............... think your standard bartender's jiggler and that's how much you're taken (and they find it HOT AF)

oftentimes, aftercare is more important than sex, the hanks are veryyyyyyyyyy particular about having a proper cooldown; expect bottled water or sports drinks, warm washcloths, some trail mix, and lots of cuddles :3

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borathae · 3 days ago

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↳ Index [Chapter 11 - Bounty]

Genre: Angst, Romance, Fluff

Warnings: misunderstandings but make it funny, the messiest idiots in love confession ever omfg, they're so stupid i love them sm <3, planning their future together <3, "pregnancy scare" but it's for the plot trust me on this we are all safe here just stay with me, there might also be violence in this, i HATE the king so much!!!!!!!, i am sad, i will not give more warnings because i am evil :)

Wordcount: 8.9k

a/n: haha hey, hi we have reached the end :)

It wasn’t in the plan to wake in his arms, neither was it part of the plan to wake up to his soft lips dancing over your skin. You should have figured that it will happen after you asked him to hold you all night. You needed it. His embrace kept you calm as you drifted off to sleep.

You try not to think about what you said.

Today is The Day. The day you will hopefully gain your freedom. Hated, persecuted, feared with the very first breath you took in the cruel arms of the nun who bore you and now you wake in the caring arms of the Hunter who should have killed you. You wake in his arms and feel nervous.

You love him. That’s what you told him last night when The Scaries were close and you felt vulnerable.

Did you actually mean it? The answer should be easy, but it isn’t. You have the entire world at your feet. You could go wherever you want to. Now that the sun chased away the dark night, the journey doesn’t sound that scary anymore. Do you even love him or did you confuse anxiety for attraction?

Jungkook laces his fingers with you and inhales deeply. He has no idea that you are already awake pretending to be asleep because you aren’t ready to face him yet.

“Keep her safe, gods.”

You try to breathe as quietly as possible. He is praying. Whispering the wishes and blessings against your skin.

“I know I don’t deserve to ask anything of you, but please let today end well. Let her be free, please.”

He exhales shakily. “And please just once let me be enough. Please”, he begs, burying his nose in the crook of your neck.

Enough. This is everything you wished to be all your life. Enough to have your pain acknowledged. Enough to be treated like a person. Enough to be accepted - not even liked or loved, just accepted.

You shift in his arms, forcing him to lift his head. You roll to your back, facing him. His long hair is open and frames his face. The morning sun illuminates him from behind.

“Good morrow”, he whispers and runs the back of his hand down your cheek, eyes carrying This emotion.

“Good morrow.”

“Did I wake you?”

You nod your head. He hums, eyes softening as he traces your face with his fingertips.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

His gaze softens, he touches you with so much tenderness.

“Did you sleep well? You were twitching quite a lot during the night.”

“I was?”

“Yeah.”

“Sorry, I had so many nightmares.”

“Why?”

“Because today’s the day”, you whisper, feeling his touch falter for just a second.

“I know.”

“Do you think that it will work?”

“I do. The king is a fool, he will believe it.”

“And if he won’t?”

He shakes his head, “don’t think this way”, he breathes and steals a kiss.

And another.

One more because the first two felt so good.

Maybe one more for good luck.

Last one.

“Jungkook.”

“Mhm?”

“About last night.”

He smiles, stubbing you with his nose.

“Yes?”

“I said a lot of things.”

“Mh-hm you did”, he smiles wider.

“You can just forget about them if you want to. I was drunk and my emotions were all over the place and-”

He lifts his head, frowning.

“Are you serious?”

Anxiously, you nod your head.

“I’m leaving for Exiloth and, and I was just anxious. And I know that we are only friends and you don’t do commitment anymore. I shouldn’t have said what I said. I didn’t actually mean it.”

“No.” He sits up.

“Huh?”

“No take backs. Not anymore. I’m not going to play the pretend game any longer.”

“I don’t get it.”

“Every time you talk about leaving, a little piece of me dies.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means that I want you to stay with me as my…my lover.”

“What?! What do you mean as your lover?”

“What is so difficult to understand about this?” he asks anxiously.

You truly meet his eyes. He is scared and yet deep down This emotion looks back at you. It is love. You finally figured it out. He looks at you with love.

“Do you…actually love me?”

“I do.”

“How- why- what? How, wh-what do you mean? I don’t- What?” You touch your own forehead. “What in the hells, why would you love me?” you ask.

The thing is: you are honestly confused because you are so used to not being loved. Perhaps that is why it took you so bloody long to figure it out. For all your life, people wanted you out of their life as quickly as possible. For all your life, you were pushed away, rejected, unwanted. It was you and yourself against the world. You were the only person who wanted the best for you and you were the only person you needed to look out for. You have no idea what to do in this situation. You don’t know what to say or how to act when someone actually reciprocates it. You do not mean it in a bad way, you are just so overwhelmed, but to Jungkook it sounds as if you were mocking him. Tears threaten to fill his eyes. His lips are pulled tight so they wouldn’t tremble.

You begin rambling vividly, only making it worse. “I don’t get it. You didn’t say anything last night. Love. What in the hells. I don’t- I just- I-I’m literally leaving for Exiloth today. Why would you- I just- Oh by the gods. What about my plans? I don’t get it, why would you love me? I just. What the fuck?”

Jungkook feels as if you are twisting a glowing knife in his heart with every word you speak. He really thought that you felt the same. He really thought that he was loved again just as he allowed himself to love again.

“Can you stop?” he hisses, shutting you up.

You gasp, chest tightening in panic at the view of his teary eyes.

“I get it. I’m sorry that I fucking love you. I’m sorry that I thought that maybe you wanted to be with me as well after you practically sobbed about being in love with me last night. I’m sorry that I dared to think that you were serious.”

“No, Kook, no wait. It’s not that. But.”

“Please, don’t say it. I get it. We were bound to expire. We were never meant to become something”, he says the words harshly, but it is only a defense mechanism. A way of pretending that it doesn’t hurt as much as it does. He hates that he can’t stop himself from sobbing. Just once. It escaped him because it hurt too much to hide it.

“No Kook, please don’t cry. I, I’m sorry. Oh gods, this is so bad. Kook, please don’t cry. I don’t know what to do. Oh gods, what should I do?” you panic, closing the distance to him to grasp him by the front of his shirt. “Please no crying, I’m sorry.”

“Why did you give me hope? Why did you tell me that you love me? Why did you lay with me as if it meant something? Why did you hold me and kiss me?”

“But it does! I do! I love you, oh gods, I don’t know what to do. Please don’t cry.”

It takes Jungkook a moment that your words actually sink in. When they finally do, he instantly freezes up.

“What?”

The state of you becomes clear to him. You are practically scrambling around the bed like a nervous, cornered animal, grasping your own forehead and him whenever your hand brushes his body.

“I don’t know what I said wrong. I say so much stuff when I panic, I’m sorry. I’m just not used to people actually loving me, I thought you were lying. Oh gods, I messed everything up.”

Jungkook lets out a breathy laugh. At that, you instantly freeze up.

“What?”

You meet his eyes. There is no more sadness in them, only relief and happiness.

“Urgh, I’m so fucking stupid”, he growls and tackles you.

You fall with a yelp, fighting disorientation for a second afterwards.

“Gods you”, he laughs, kissing your heated up face over and over again, “gods, I’m so stupid, gods ___.”

“I don’t understand anything anymore.”

Jungkook sits up, wiping his tears quickly. He is bouncing on the spot, rubbing your knees with childlike excitement.

“I’m so stupid. I thought you were mocking me. Gods, I’m a fool”, he bows down and kisses your knuckles, “I’m sorry for getting so emotional, I��m a fool.”

“Wait. So you were…serious? About…loving me?”

“Of course I was.”

“No, you weren’t.”

“Yes. I was.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really”, he snickers.

“What the fuck?”

He sits up. You mirror him, slapping your own forehead before grabbing it.

“I’m legit so confused. Did you cry because you thought that I was rejecting you?”

Jungkook looks to the side, cheeks turning beet red.

“I’m not the brightest, don’t fault me”, he murmurs, pouting.

“You don’t actually mean it.” You shake your head. “You’re not serious. Every time I asked if it meant more, you denied it. You, you said that you didn’t want commitment. Why did you never say anything?”

“Because I was scared that you wouldn’t want to be with me anyway.”

“Are you actually serious?”

“Yes.”

You finally laugh as well. He meets your eyes.

“Jungkook. You can’t do that to me”, you whine, nudging his chest.

“Don’t Jungkook me. You sounded utterly revolted by the idea of me loving you back”, he whines, nudging you back.

“Oh gods, I’m so sorry. I was panicking so much.”

“Yeah, in hindsight I can definitely see that you were.”

You and he laugh loudly, falling into each other. Now that you are hugging, even the last bit of lingering bad energy is wiped away.

“Gods, this has to be the worst love confession in the history of this world”, he mumbles into your neck.

“I have nothing to base it on, but yeah I have to admit, it was pretty shitty.”

He snickers, gazing at you like a love-drunk puppy. You retort it, holding his hands.

“You’re actually serious? Right?”

“I’m very serious, yes.”

“You were so quiet last night. I-I didn’t know what to make of it.”

“Truth be told, I was scared that you were just saying stuff because you were anxious or drunk. So I kept quiet to figure it how serious you were.”

“Jungkook, we are really bad at this.”

“We are.”

“Shouldn’t you be better though? You actually had a lover before.”

“Hah! Wow, I see how it is.”

You snicker, earning yourself a little kiss on the cheek.

“Brat.”

“Yeah, your brat.”

“Fuck ___, this just made my heart flutter. Yeah, my brat.”

You gaze at him in wonder. You can make someone’s heart race. This is unbelievable.

“What’s the matter?”

“Do you actually love me?”

“I do.”

“Wow.”

He smiles, caressing your cheek.

“You’re so beautiful.”

“Wow.”

He snickers, hugging you with such vigour that you fall into the sheets with him. You and he giggle together, rolling around the bed now that you can finally hold each other how you wanted to for months.

And then you kiss.

And cuddle.

And talk.

The blanket warms your bodies, you are holding hands and facing each other.

“So what now?” he asks.

“We have to face the king.”

“Right. And after that? Are you going to take the ship to Exiloth?”

You stay silent for just a little too long. Sadness fills your eyes, sending panic through Jungkook.

“Are you?”

“I want to see the world.”

“Oh.”

“But I don’t want to see it without you”, you confess with the saddest pout. “I don’t want to meet other men and, and sleep with them. I don’t want to dance with strangers or, or eat foreign food without sharing it with you. I want to go with you, but I-I know it’s unfair of me to ask you to leave.”

He whispers your name, cradling you against his chest. He heals when you melt and sigh in relief.

“My sweet ___, oh my love”, he soothes you, squeezing you softly, “No more sadness, you’re alright. I’m here.”

“I’m sorry that I’m so complicated. I know that I’m asking for too much.”

“You’re not. I’m just glad that you won’t leave today.”

“No, not today. I only just got you as my lover.”

He snickers, agreeing with a kiss. You are so close and you still cannot stop staring at each other like love drunk idiots.

“Will you really come with me to see the world? I don’t want to force you.”

“You’re not. I want to come with you, I promise you. Just…can you give me a month to wrap everything up? I have to find somebody to take care of Calla while we’re gone and I need to pack for the journey and hire somebody to look after our home. And…why are you looking at me like that?”

“You said our home.”

“I did.”

“What the actual fuck, wow! Is this supposed to feel like this? Wow, I want to-” you bury your face in the pillow and scream.

Jungkook widens his eyes, lips parting in shock.

“You know?” You dive up again, wiggling on the sheets, “I just want to scream.”

He laughs, “you are adorable.” He definitely fell even deeper right now.

You seek his proximity, holding his hands.

“I like this plan. But please can I stay with you while you wrap everything up? A-and we figure it out together?”

“Of course, please stay. We will do it together, everything, just please don’t leave without me.”

“No, never. Gods, now everything with the king has to work out. I’m so scared that it won’t.”

“I’m honestly scared as well.”

“Do you think that your word will be enough? What if he wants proof?” You begin babbling. “Should we do it again? Right now? And you do it inside me really, really deep? I’ll try to hold it until the castle and then let go if he asks for proof.”

“Alright, stop. I appreciate your enthusiasm for my release, but this is too far”, he says, cheeks red.

“Did I fluster you?”

“Of course, you did. You’re my woman, I can’t have you showing off my passion for you to other men. Even as proof for our intimacy.”

Your scales flush and flutter giddily. This is the best day of your life.

“So what are you suggesting?”

“I had an idea two nights ago. Promise me to stay calm until you heard me out.”

“Alright?”

“What if we tell him that you are carrying my child?”

“What?” You heard about what happens when a man lies with a woman, but is it this easy?

“Just think about it. Foltest wants you to carry his child, but if I put mine in you first, you would truly be ruined forever. Besides, there is no better proof that we fucked than a pregnancy.”

“But…I don’t want to get pregnant. I, I don’t want to give birth a-and die like my mother.” You squeeze his hands. “Please tell me that I-I’m not with child. I don’t want to die like my mother, I don’t want to give birth.”

“And you won’t have to. You’re not pregnant, you had your bloods this month.”

“And?”

“A woman only gets her bloods when her womb is childless. You aren’t actually pregnant.”

“I am not going to have to give birth?”

“Not in a long time, perhaps not ever.”

You pout, “I won’t die like my mother did?”

Jungkook soothes you with a gentle touch to your face, “no, you won’t.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really.”

“Oh.” You exhale shakily. “I’m so relieved.”

“I know, sweet girl. You’re safe, all you have to do is pretend.”

“I understand, I can do that. But how do I do that?”

“Alright, this is going to sound insane so you really have to trust me. When I was a little boy, I loved foraging and there were these really sweet berries everywhere in the village. Naturally I ate them without thinking until I ended up vomiting all over myself. My mother scolded me for it because foolish me ate poisonous berries. I saw the same berries grow in front of the tavern.”

“You want me to eat poisonous berries so I have to vomit? But why?”

“Because a lot of women have to throw up during their first stage of pregnancy.”

“Oh, I see. So when I eat the berries and I throw up in front of the king as proof, he will believe it.”

“Exactly. And to make it even more believable, I want you to act as if you had no idea that I impregnated you. You need to act shocked and angry. I think that the king would enjoy it knowing that I make you suffer with the pregnancy. Can you act really upset?”

“I can. I’m an amazing actress.”

“You are?”

“Mh-hm, I pretended to be totally not in love with you for three months, didn’t I?”

He smiles fondly, “you did, yeah.”

You kiss him mid-smile, sighing softly and combing your fingers through his hair. Jungkook purrs like a tame, happy kitten, melting from the affection. This is the best day of his life. Learning that you are touchy beyond comparison is intoxicating.

“Mhm, if you continue with this, you’ll have nothing more of me than a puddle”, he lulls, groping you gently.

You giggle, floating on cloud nine.

“But fuck, we have to get up.”

“I don’t want to.”

“I know.” He rolls out of bed and gets dressed. “Tell me about it, but we should get it over with. The sooner we get to the king, the sooner you are a free woman. How about I go downstairs really quick to get some berries?”

“They won’t kill me, will they?”

“No, but you’ll definitely throw up. You don’t have to eat them if you don’t want to. We can just pretend and hope it’s enough.”

“No, I have to eat them. If this makes it more believable, I’ll do it.”

“You’re really remarkable, you know?” He rounds the bed. “Stay here. I should be back in a few.”

“Yes, alright.”

“Actually.”

Jungkook stops by the door and turns, running back to bed. He pulls you to your feet by cupping your head, following it up with dozens and dozens of kisses all over your face.

You giggle, squeezing your eyes shut and scrunching your nose. One last kiss on your lips and then he straightens up.

“Okay, now I can leave.”

Gazing and giggling and swooning, you watch him as he actually leaves the room. If this is how your life is going to be from now on, you might be the luckiest woman on the planet.

You get dressed as you wait for Jungkook to come back. You pack your stuff as you wait. You enjoy the view as you wait.

You have been waiting for a long time. Way too long. This is too weird.

You grab Jungkook’s sword and leave the room. Screaming meets your ears. You run downstairs.

Three men pin Jungkook down on the ground, a fourth is going to bash his head in with a chair. People have gathered, some try to stop them while others scream in horror.

“Leave him alone!” you screech, launching yourself at the fourth man. The momentum throws him to the ground, connecting the floor with his head. He is knocked out instantly.

You climb off and run to the others.

“That’s her, that’s the dragon”, the inn keep yells, pointing fingers at you.

You get no time to glare at him. The other men are on you instantly, grabbing you.

“No! Let go of me! Leave me be!” You kick and hit around yourself, wiggling as hard as you can. “I’ll burn your faces off! Leave me be!”

“___!”

“Your sword! Kook, your sword!”

You left it by the stairs after flinging yourself off them. He grabs it and pulls it free.

“No, fuck this. You said he’d be unarmed.”

“We’re out.”

The men let go of you, fleeing at the sight of Jungkook’s sword.

“And don’t let me see your faces again, pricks! He will cut your heads off!” you scream, stomping your foot.

“Sire, listen. We can work something out.”

You shift your eyes to the cowering inn keep, then at Jungkook.

He is panting, muscles bulging and eyes black as he stomps to the counter.

The inn keep lifts a small knife, pointing it at him.

“A-according to the law, it is illegal to kill a fellow man.”

“And yet you asked your little pigs to bash in my head and for what? Some coin!”

Jungkook grabs the inn keep by his collar, lifting him up and dragging him over the counter. The inn keep yells. His body hits the ground a moment later as Jungkook slams him down.

“Spare me!”

“Why should I? You would watch a defenseless man die and condemn an innocent woman to a fate worse than death just to get some coin.” He sets the sword against this throat. “I should make you bleed like a pig during slaughter, you greedy prick.”

The crowd yelps and gasps in horror.

“Please spare me husband, please he know not better! Spare ‘im, please!” his wife begs with folded hands.

“He isn’t worth it”, you try to calm him down, “we’re so close to freedom.”

Jungkook curses, eyes changing back to normal.

“You are lucky that I actually respect the laws of this godsforsaken kingdom”, he spits and lifts the sword. He picks up the inn keep by his clothes and sets him down on the counter.

The man is crying and shaking, whimpering like a pathetic dog.

Jungkook steps closer, towering over him even now.

“Please, Sire.”

“Try something like this again and you will get a taste of my laws instead. Are we understood?”

“Yes, Sire. Oh, gods bless you, Sire. You are most gracious, Sire.”

Jungkook gives his cheek a gentle, infantilising slap and finally steps back. He picks up the sword sheath, using it as he walks to you.

“Beloved”, you get out, meeting him in the middle. “What happened? Why did they try to kill you?”

Jungkook drapes his arm over your shoulder, “upstairs. Too many people.”

“Did they hurt you?”

“Nothing that won’t heal. I’m alright.”

“I don’t understand why they would do this.”

You and he reach the room. You make sure to lock the door, turning around to the view of Jungkook sinking down on the bed.

“Are you alright?!”

“I’m alright, just urgh got knocked in the face a few times. And the ribs. Fuck.”

“Kookie, gods no. Why would they do this?” you ask, cupping his face to check for wounds. His cheeks are pulsing and a small cut sits above his brow. Nothing seems broken however. It will definitely hurt for days despite. “Why would they do this? I don’t understand.”

“They wanted you.”

“Me?”

“The inn keep saw your scales last night and then made the connection from your wanted poster. He asked his son in law and his friends for help.”

“They…they would have killed you because of me?”

Jungkook stands up, “hey, look at me.”

You stare into his love-filled, adoring eyes.

“I’m alright.”

“Barely. Oh gods, you could have been dead.”

“Yeah…and you could have been dragged to Foltest.”

You hug each other because it feels so right to do.

“I have to take that boat to Exiloth, don’t I?”

Jungkook squeezes you against him, barely getting the words out.

“I think so.”

“And you’re coming with me?”

Silence.

“Kook?”

“I can’t anymore.”

You break the hug, “what?”

“I can’t. The king might stop desiring you today, but that doesn’t mean that Erentusa will be safe for you. I can’t make you stay with me while your wanted posters are still everywhere.”

“Then let’s take them down together.”

“You don’t get it. Those wanted posters will go from bring her alive to bring me her head. As long as Foltest is alive, you will be in danger here.”

“No, no. I don’t care. I’m not going either. I’ll keep a low profile, I’ll hide. I don’t want to leave you. Besides, you have no idea if he wants me dead. Maybe he will lift it.”

“Fine, then we’ll figure something out afterwards. But if nothing changes, you have to get on this boat.”

“If. Only if.”

“That’s enough for me.” He steps back, “now look, I’ve managed to get some berries before these bastards ambushed me. Eat. They are really sweet.”

You try them. He is right. They are very sweet.

“I can definitely see why a child would eat them.”

“Right? If they are so bad for you, why are they so delicious? You know, what?” He eats a few as well.

“Jungkook what are you doing?” you gasp.

“Poison doesn’t work the same for me. I’m a Hunter, I’ll just get a tummy ache.” He grins, giving you a forehead kiss, “I can’t let you suffer alone, can I?” he purrs, making you giggle.

“Gods, you silly man”, you whine, slapping his chest. “How fast are they going to work?”

“Maybe an hour? We should definitely leave now.”

“Do you want to tie me up?” you ask, offering your wrists to him.

“It’s probably best if I did. Eventhough we basically blew our cover downstairs.”

“If we’re fast enough, maybe the spies won’t get to the king first.”

“Right. Then let’s go.” He gathers your rucksacks, then ties up your wrists as gently as possible. You gaze at his handsome, beautiful, otherworldly face as he does, heart racing unbearably.

“Should we make sure that it’s believable? One more time?” you ask.

“What do you mean?”

“What if he needs more proof and there is nothing of you inside me? I’m so scared that it won’t be enough. I’m sorry I sound like a nymphomaniac, but I swear I have my reasons.”

He meets your eyes, smiling softly.

“We still have all day. We could go later.”

“I don’t feel like it right now. I’m sorry, I’m so nervous that I won’t be able to get it up.”

“That can happen?”

“Yeah, definitely. I’m the lord of limp dick right now.”

You laugh, making him snicker.

“You’re so funny.”

He pecks your lips, “and you’re adorable. Come on, from now on we have to pretend to hate each other”, he says and makes you follow him with a tug on the rope.

“This will be really hard, you know?”

He chuckles.

You get to the castle by horse cart. People pay it no mind as it passes them. Wogrin is a city of anonymity. This is evidence enough. Jungkook doesn’t talk to you. He is so quiet. You don’t blame him, you are just as nervous as he is. Besides, you are currently “hating” each other, conversation would be weird.

Jungkook ties Calla to a tree and rounds the cart. He doesn’t help you as you stumble off the cart. You meet his eyes. There is worry in them and This emotion which you finally figured out what it means. Love. It was there all this time. Staring back at you and you couldn’t figure out what it meant. How entirely silly you were.

“How are you doing?” he asks in a whisper.

“I’m scared”, you whisper back, seeking comfort by touching his stomach as secretly as possible. He cradles your hands, rubbing his thumbs over them.

“I know. Me too. And your tummy? Can you feel the berries?”

“Yeah, I think. It’s uncomfortable.”

“I know, I’m sorry, my sweet girl. It’ll be over soon.”

“We are going to be alright, aren’t we?”

“I won’t let anything happen to you. Stay close to me”, he tells you, grasping the rope as tightly as possible. He turns to walk up the gates, putting on a mask of annoyance and anger.

You feel so nervous and scared that you might actually be sick way too soon. What if this will fail? What if the king isn’t as stupid as you think he is? Your stomach feels painfully tight.

“Urgh, I feel so sick. Do you think this is going to work?” you ask him.

“It will. It has to. From now, we hate each other”, he says and knocks on the gate.

A small window opens, the eyes of a guard appear.

“Who’s there?”

“Jungkook of Gyeonsu. The Hunter the king hired.”

“And what is your business here, Hunter?”

“I brought the promised merchandise”, he says and tugs you into frame.

You growl to really sell the picture, sending Jungkook an angry look. You can barely get yourself to do so. Not when his face makes your chest feel light.

The guard studies you with dark eyes.

“Very well, good Sir.”

The window closes and a second later, a loud horn sings behind the gate. It opens with vibrating cracking.

“Whatever happens, don’t let go of the rope”, you tell him, wanting to hold his arm.

“Never.”

Thankfully the king’s guards seem scared to get close to you. They guide you to the king with their spears pointed at you and nervousness on their features. If only they knew that their fears for your kind are entirely based in centuries old racism. You prefer it however over being dragged away from Jungkook. His presence is truly the only thing which keeps you from spiralling right now. You are so scared that this will fail. You don’t even want to imagine what will be done to you if it would.

The king sits on his throne when you enter, surrounded by half-eaten food and loosely dressed women. How utterly disgusting and yet it is exactly how you imagine the bile spot of a king to be. The crown room is impressive. Ceilings as high as trees and windows just as tall showcase an array of colourful glass. Marble pillars hold up the arched ceilings and the marbled floors are reflecting the imposing crystal chandeliers.

So this is where the taxes his men collect go to. All while outside the castle walls, people need to scrape together crumbs of mouldy bread just to survive. Truly, the wrong people are wealthy.

You cannot stay angry at him for long because your fear of him is too big. He stares at you like a dog in heat, the only thing still missing is the excessive drooling and heaving. He gestures the woman to leave with a wave of his hand. They take the food with them, leaving with five of the guards. So it is just you and Jungkook, the disgusting king and five other guards. Jungkook seems stronger and a lot more well-built than them. Almost as if they had to starve as well while the king pleasured himself with food. Maybe if everything goes bad, Jungkook will be able to take out the guards.

“Jungkook of Gyeonsu. Finally. I worried that the journey took you already”, the king speaks, straightening up with struggle. He is clearly intoxicated.

“Your majesty”, Jungkook says and bows his head.

“I see that you have been successful. You brought me the dragonborn.” He licks his lips hungrily. “Was it difficult to capture?”

“Well-”

“Enough, I couldn’t care less. What matters is that you succeeded. Now bring it to me and get your coin.”

“My coin, your majesty, is why I am here.”

“Is it not enough? That is no problem. My tax collectors were very… well.” He chuckles. “Convincing this month. How much more do you wish for? Two bags of gold? Three?”

“No, your majesty. You can keep your coin.”

“Well, that is splendid. A Hunter who works for free”, he laughs a loud belly laugh, clapping into his greasy hands.

“Not for free, your majesty. You can keep your coin because you are not getting her.”

The laughter stops. His guards gasp. Silence follows. The king fixates his bloodshot eyes on Jungkook.

“What did you just say?” he asks in a deep, threatening voice.

“I don’t need your coin. I won’t give her up.”

“What madness are you spouting? What would a mutated Hunter need with a dragon?”

“Part dragon, she is more human than dragon.”

“How dare you correct me. I am the king.”

“Forgive me your majesty, but I still won’t give her up.”

“I won’t listen to your madness anymore. Guards, bring her. Strike him down if you must.”

They inch towards you, you instinctively seek Jungkook’s closeness. The plan didn’t work, you are going to be captured and tortured.

“She is carrying my child!”

You look at him, stomach twisting unbearably. Just hold out a little longer. You can do it, hold out. Everything depends on your ability to bear the discomfort a little longer.

“Guards, halt.” The king stands up. “What did you just say?”

“I said; she is carrying my child.”

“I am?”

“Of course you are. What else did you think would happen when you spread your legs for me like a whore?” he tells you in a hissed whisper. His cruel words baffle you at first before you remember that they are part of the act.

“What? What have you done to me?” you ask, stomach tightening more and more. Jungkook tugs you closer by the rope. You stumble and gasp.

“I took her one night because I was bored and I filled her with my seed. Her cunt was acceptable so I took her over and over again. She is carrying my child as a result of my boredom”, Jungkook says loud and proud. If you didn’t know any better, this would be the moment you would have started to hate him.

“Why would you do this to me? I trusted you”, you get out shakily, stomach cramping more and more. These berries are awful to keep inside.

Jungkook doesn’t look at you, staring down the king. The latter is angry.

“How dare you lie to me, your king. She carries no one’s child.”

“I am telling the truth. My child is growing inside her womb.”

“Blasphemy! Lies! I want proof!”

As if he asked for it, you finally cannot hold it anymore. You bend over, retching loudly as you empty your stomach all over the marble floors. Jungkook has to fight the urge to bend down and help you. He cannot. He has to watch you suffer even if it hurts him.

“What have you done to me?” you croak.

“See, your majesty? Pregnancy sickness.”

“No”, you cry and throw up again. You are still retching as the king screams.

“You bastard! You soiled her womb with your mutant seed! You ruined it! It is useless now! Kill them! Kill them all!”

Yelling and the clashing of swords. You straighten up and yelp as Jungkook pulls you against him to dodge one of the guards skilfully. He knocks him down, using the moment of quiet to talk to you.

“You remember what Namjoon taught you?”

You nod your head.

“This is the moment to use it. Remember do not kill.”

“Incapacitate unless they draw blood first.”

“Good girl. Now dodge”, he says and cuts the rope to free your hands.

The next moments pass in a blur of trying to survive without killing. In the end there is nobody else standing but you, Jungkook and the king. He is cowering behind his throne, looking at his passed out guards. Quite frankly, Jungkook did most of the work, you just tried not to get hit or accidentally throw up on one of them.

“Ah”, you groan, bending over, “my stomach.”

“Don’t stress yourself too much. You have to think of our child”, Jungkook says and supports you, rubbing your stomach.

“Our child? You put it in me without my knowledge! You lied to me!” you scream, pushing him away.

Jungkook gawks in surprise. You are a better actress than he thought you would be.

“I thought that you were different! You cursed me! I cannot be a mother. I can’t give birth. You cursed me.”

You shove him again.

“You cursed me! And, and now you can watch me go through childbirth like the pervert you are! I could die and you will live.” You cry and scream at the same time. “And if I don’t die, I am trapped in a life I didn’t want! Why would you do this to me? How cruel can one be to force this life on me when you know how much I wanted to see the world! I thought you were kind!”

“Listen to me! You will not talk to me like this, whore”, he says loudly and cups your face roughly.

“Don’t touch me. Leave me alone.” You stare him down through your tears. “Was I nothing but a distraction for your boredom? A whore you can stuff with your seed and then force to live with you? Urgh I am so stupid for falling for your tricks. And now I’m going to-” you sob, unable to finish your sentence.

“Quiet!”

You and Jungkook look at the king.

“I do not want to hear your voices anymore! Go! Leave this castle and take your whore with you. I shall find someone else to bring me a dragon! You are useless!”

“What about the bounty on her head?”

“The wench is useless now! Her womb is forever ruined! There is nothing I could want of her!”

“So you will lift it?”

“Of course not! May others find her and kill her, I will not punish them!”

Your stomach tightens painfully. Jungkook was actually right. For as long as Foltest is alive, you will never be safe here.

“But she is useless to you. Why kill her if she means nothing?”

“She is a dragon! She deserves death! If she is not killed, then may death overcome her in childbirth! I just want her dead!”

“Very well, as long as others do not get my coin. I couldn’t care less what happens to her. But your majesty.” Jungkook bows. “If I may suggest. I heard of a fountain of youth on my travels.”

The king’s features light up, “fountain of youth you say?” he asks, suddenly calm again. What a simple fool.

“Yes, yes. A fountain of youth, more potent than any dragon embryo ever could be. I have proof right here.”

He throws the roll of paper which he and Jimin crafted to the king. The king scrambles to his knees and unrolls the scroll. His eyes race over the words.

“Thi-thi-this looks old, feels like it too. Where have you found this?”

“A dragon scholar. I tortured him for information because I knew that it would please you. This is what he gave me before I killed him.”

“How pleasing indeed, how very pleasing. A fountain of youth, there is a fountain of youth”, he murmurs, eyes bulging in greed.

“Yes, your majesty. It is rumoured to be deep in the Cerulean Mountains. The water is untouched because only the bravest of warriors are worthy to drink it. You are the bravest of them all, your majesty. This is a journey worthy of you.”

“I am indeed the bravest, haha yes you are correct.” The king seems pleased but soon catches himself. “Whatever you say doesn’t take away your sin. Take your whore and your bastard child and do whatever you want with them. Just leave! You do not get coin from me.”

“May you be successful on your search, your majesty. I know that you will”, Jungkook says and bows. He takes your hand tightly, tugging on it. “Come, whore.”

You curse him, crying tears all while he tugs you with him.

“Get up you useless pricks! Somebody clean up this vomit! And somebody bring me the scouts! I have a journey to plan!” The king screams behind you, but you don’t care anymore.

You are free of the king’s desire. Nobody will ever hunt you for your uterus again. You are free and yet the hate remains. You cry. You are free, this should be the best day of your life, but it is only partially. You cry in both happiness and frustration but pretend that it is from sadness.

“What have you done to me?” You get out.

“I did what needed to be done.”

“You put a child in me.”

“There’s worse things I could have done to you.”

“You put a child in me”, you sob.

“Calm down, everything will be alright. At least like this, you have to stay with me, whore.”

“Oh my gods. Oh gods. Holy fuck. You planned this?! You put a child in me to keep me your prisoner? The fate reader was right! I will be free but I will hate it and you will love it. You cursed me! Is that why I felt so sick today? You impregnated me and I had no idea.”

“Yes! That's right and I will torture you each day, whore!” Jungkook says especially loudly so that the king would hear.

“I hate you so much!”

Your performance crescendos once you are outside the castle walls. The guards are watching high above. You push him away.

“I never want to see you again! I curse you!” you scream, hitting his chest with your fists.

“Calm down, bloody calm down woman”, Jungkook yells, dragging you to the horse cart. He lifts you easily, throwing you onto the back of the cart. He quickly gets on top and tells Calla to go.

“I curse you! I curse you!”

The gates finally fall closed behind you. Jungkook rounds the corner, telling Calla to stop when you are a hidden behind a house. It is finally safe.

“Brrrr.”

You sit up, looking around yourself. Jungkook hurries to the back, face contorted in utter worry. You crawl to the edge of the cart and let him lift you off.

“I-I’ll check your wrists.”

“Hey, Kook.”

“Hm?”

A big grin sits on your face, “how was I?”

“Wow gods you, what in the bloody hells?” He shrinks in defeated relief. “I was so fucking worried for you. What in the hells?”

You snicker, “see? I told you that I’m a good actress.”

“Good is a little bit of an understatement. This was terrible because it was so good. I feel awful. I feel like have to apologise for causing you distress.” He says softly, still wiping your tears. “I am so sorry”, he explains, kissing your cheeks in hopes of making it up to you. “Can you forgive me, my sweet girl?”

“I’m not angry at all. This was all an act. Are you alright?”

“I don’t know. Wow, you really convinced me too. Gods”, he says and hugs you tightly, “I hope you’re never actually this angry at me. This was awful.”

You snicker, hugging him back, “I’m sorry. I wanted it to be really convincing.”

“It was. I still feel like the worst person ever.”

“No, beloved. You aren’t. I am actually free of him because of you.”

He smiles and nods his head, melting into you as you play with his hair.

“I’m free.”

“You are.”

You look up at him. Jungkook retorts your smile, caressing your cheeks.

“Thank you.”

“Don’t. I would do it again.”

You giggle and wiggle out of the hug to stretch your arms widely above your head.

“Gods, I’m free!” you exclaim in laughter. “We actually did it! I can go wherever I want.” You look around with a bright smile on your face. “I am finally free.”

Wherever you want. His smile drops as realisation sets in. You are free of the king’s s desires but the bounty remains and that means that you will leave him. You have to.

He balls his hands to fists just so he can savour the sensation of your cheeks in his palms a little longer. It can’t fade yet.

“What will you do now?” he asks, making you turn back to him.

“What will I do?”

“You are free. You said so yourself, you can go wherever you want to. And the bounty remains.”

“Oh.” Reality finally sat in for you as well. You have to leave. This is the moment where you have to leave, go wherever you wish to and wait for the king to die. This is a goodbye.

You touch his chest. Jungkook forgets why he should let you leave, why he should stay away from you, why this is a bad idea.

You sob softly, “this is so unfair. I just got you.”

“I know”, he agrees, fighting his own tears. He wipes your cheeks, tearing up when you fall around his neck.

“I just got you, Kookie. I just got you.”

“I know.”

“I don’t want to leave you. I want to be with you.”

“I want this too, my sweet girl.”

“Let’s leave together, please Kook let’s just abandon this stupid country and go somewhere else.”

“I can’t just leave, you know that. I have Calla to think of and our chickens. And I want Erentusa to be safe for you.”

You sob into his neck, twisting his hair just to get him closer. He hugs you oh so tightly, rubbing the back of your head in soothing.

“Give me one year, my love. One year and I will have cleansed the kingdom of your wanted posters.”

“One year?” you look at him, melting into his palms when he wipes your tears.

“One year, yes. Travel, see the world, live and explore yourself. And I will make Erentusa a safe place for you.” He wipes your tears. “Give me one year and then we’ll meet again at the wandering market. If you still wish to be with me, come find me in the tavern tent. If you won’t come, I will have my answer as well.”

“This is so unfair.”

“It is, my sweet girl, it is. But if you stayed, you would always be in danger. One year, alright? One year and hopefully Foltest will be dead by then. One year and I’ll cleanse this country of its rot.”

“Do you promise?”

“I promise.”

“One year. Do you promise only one year?”

“I promise.”

You hug him a third time, sobbing softly.

“I hate being who I am.”

“My love, gods”, Jungkook gets out, holding you tightly, “I don’t. I love you”, he says to battle your self-hatred. Because that is what he wants to do. He wants to battle your cruel words with adoring ones so you wouldn’t ever have to hate yourself again. He loves you and your existence lights up his very soul.

“I know that I’m a selfish cunt. I know how much this must hurt, but…do you want to walk with me to the docks?” you beg him, “please I don’t want this moment to be our goodbye already. I can’t do that yet.”

“Of course. I’ll come with you. You’ve got all your stuff in the cart anyway. It’s easier if I just take you.”

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“If I don’t do this, if I don’t watch you leave with my own two eyes, I will always have hope that one day you will come back to me. I have to do this.”

You take a step back before you can tear up again. This hurts more and more.

“Please don’t talk like this, I want to come back to you.”

“Promise?”

“I promise. One year and not a day longer. One year and then you won’t get rid of me again.”

He laughs, “good. I hope that I won’t.”

The journey to the docks is quiet. You spend it hugging his arm the entire time, keeping your eyes closed so all you can take in is him. You have to. This is the last chance you get to memorise him.

Jimin is waiting by the boat bridge. He spots you, closing the distance in big steps.

“Hey, you two. I knew it, Joon and I had a bet going and I told this old bugger; Kook won’t be able to stay back. Look where we are now”, he greets you with a bright smile.

“Jimin. Hello to you too. I’m here to deliver ___’s bags”, Jungkook grumbles.

Jimin stops in his tracks. His eyes flit to you. His eyes flit to Jungkook. They widen.

“Oh fuckedy gods, what did I just do?”

“Damage if I’m being honest”, Jungkook hisses and presses himself past the dragon to carry your bags under deck.

Jimin instantly closes the distance to you.

“___ before you leave, I have to tell you that Jungkook loves you. He will probably never tell you, but I’m a piece of shit instigator who cannot keep his mouth shut any longer. He loves you and-”

“I know.”

“What?”

“He told me. Everything”, you confess and tear up.

Jimin stumbles back, “but…then why are you boarding this ship?”

“Can I just not talk about it today? I can’t do this anymore.”

“I have to apologise. I shouldn’t have said anything.”

“You probably shouldn’t have.”

Jungkook joins your side.

“Those were the last of your bags.”

You turn to him. Time seems to stand still and yet pass too quickly simultaneously. This is it – the end of something which didn’t get the chance to truly begin. You step closer. Jungkook does the same, holding your hands. It is just you for him. Right now all he sees is you.

“I’m giving you two privacy”, Jimin says. He watches from afar.

“Thank you for everything”, you tell Jungkook. You study his features. “What will you do first?” you ask and deep down you wish for him to tell you that he magically killed Foltest just by thinking about it. So you don’t have to get on this boat and leave him.

“Definitely hunt the capital for your posters, maybe save a few people from actual monsters and then? Maybe I’ll camp out by the Cerulean Mountains, maybe I’ll go home and start with the goats shed. I don’t know.”

“I see. Well, I hope that you have a safe journey. Please don’t do anything reckless, please.”

He nods his head, biting back tears. They begin flowing when he watches you cry.

“Kookie”, you seek him, “I don’t want to go.”

“I don’t want you to go either”, he confesses and rests his forehead against yours, “but if you stay…”

“Don’t say it. I know. I heard what he said. He wants me dead.”

“I hate him, I hate him so much.”

“Me too. I just got you. Why does it have to be this way? I don’t want to leave you.”

“You have to. This country isn’t safe for you.”

You sob, falling around his neck. He hugs you back, crying silently.

“I’m so scared.”

“I know. In one year, I’ll wait for you by the tavern tent. Try to make nice memories until then.”

“Why are you so normal about this?”

“I’m not”, Jungkook presses out and sobs softly, “I’m breaking apart at the thought of potentially never seeing you again. Of letting you go, of having to live without you.”

“All aboard! All aboard!” The captain begins the final call. Time is over. No. No, this wasn’t enough time. This wasn’t enough.

Jungkook steps back and breaks the hug even if you fight it. He caresses your cheek and steps off the boat, away from you. You follow him to the bridge, grasping his hands.

You stand upon the boat while he is already back on land. In just a few seconds, this will be over. You cup his face, wiping his tears eventhough they do not stop.

“I don’t want to lose you”, you whimper.

“You won’t. I’ll tell the stars each day how much I miss you.”

You laugh through your tears, “and, and I’ll tell them to tell you that I miss you too.”

Jungkook smiles and cries at the same time.

“Young miss, are you staying or leaving?” the captain interrupts the moment.

You look between his grim, sea-kissed faced and Jungkook’s familiar, beautiful face.

“I’m…leaving.”

“Fine, then say goodbye. The tide’s not waiting for you”, he grumbles and points at a seat on the boat.

“I will be there, just one moment”, you say and look at Jungkook. “I don’t want to leave you.”

“I know.” Jungkook says and kisses your hands. “I love you, ___ of the stars.”

The captain pushes you further back onto the boat before you can react to Jungkook. His kiss stays on your skin like a tattoo.

The boat sets off. You stare at him. He gets smaller and smaller.

Jungkook cannot wave goodbye, he cannot call after you to have a safe journey. He is mute, wishing for you to smile at him just one more time. Please smile. Please smile at me one last time.

“I love you too, Jungkook of Gyeonsu!” You scream across the sea, leaning over the railing just to be a little closer to him. “And I will wait for you! I will always wait for you!”

Jungkook runs to the edge of the docks, finally waving at you.

“Then I’ll be there to take you home!” he screams back at you, hoping that the wind will carry his words to you.

You wave back, finally giving him a smile.

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