#*You're filled with Perseverance

[grumpyghostdoodles]

"Wow GG, it's been a long while since you posted a comic, you've just been posting either single drawings or simple multiple drawings" HHnnnnggg sobs.

May has been an absolute NIGHTMARE. Culminating literally yesterday, on the last day of may, with having to bury our eldery family dog. It's been a month of nonstop bad luck, every day, shit was insane.

BUT!!! Good news!!!!!!! my doc FINALLY anwsered me, and i have updates on my surgery!! Im not going to say the date because, with my bad luck, im going to jinx myself, but its way way after june 5th, which means that i can play deltarune in peace!! YAYAYAY!! So im counting those as TWO good news, having a date for the surgery and being able to play deltarune!

With some luck ill be making a dumb doodle comic soon, i miss drawing!

[l1tw1ck]

Phainon's Peculiar Trial

Bottom!FTM Phainon x Top!Monster!Masc Reader

❄️ Word Count: 1,048 ❄️

AFAB Language Used | [Series]

CW: Non-Con, Size Difference, Womb Fucking, Corruption, Creampie, Voyeurism, Daddy Kink

Phainon looks up, gasping for air as he recovers from an exhausting battle. All the enemies have been taken out and yet, he hasn't finished the trial. The empty city stricken with darkness causes him unease. “Show yourself already!” Phainon yells, still angry from the apparitions created to taunt him. He begins to stand but soon finds himself shackled to the ground. His eyes widen as you appear before him. You're the monster that's been appearing in his dreams. It's terrifying. You're not supposed to be here. This isn't the trial of the strife anymore. Was this even the trial in the first place?

“Phainon…” Your finger, or claw, finds itself underneath his chin.

“Who are you?”

“I’m the final challenge you must face.”

“No– you're…you're not part of the trial.” He furrows his eyebrows. “Who are you?!”

“Your last task is to withstand me. You must persevere and remain strong. If you don't, it's over.” You walk up behind him and alter his position, the chains connected to his ankles transfer over to his wrists. Phainon looks back at you, his hands behind his back. He doesn't know what you're going to do but his instincts are telling him it's not gonna be good.

You push his head against the ground and rip his pants off with your sharp claws. His heart drops.

“No!” He cries out, trying whatever he can to get away from you. He's too exhausted, he can't use any of his abilities and there's no way he can even scratch you in the position he's in. He hisses in pain as his movements cause you to unintentionally cut his soft skin. Blood drips down his ass as you reveal his pudgy cunt to the cool air. “Get away from me!”

“Keep fighting.” Your thick monster cock flops in between his ass. He twitches as it slides down to his pussy. “Don't give up.”

“hah-” He closes his eyes. His pussy starts to lube itself up as you rub your cock along its folds. He can feel all the monstrous features of your shaft. He can also feel the tip against his t-dick and his stomach. It gives him a rough idea of your length and it fills him with more fear. Every movement you make sends shivers down his spine. “This can't be happening..” He lets out a sharp breath.

“Be strong. Don't forget your purpose.” You pull back and slowly slip into the warm embrace of his pussy.

Phainon gasps. “You— you..” He shuts his eyes. Maybe this is part of the trial. It's unorthodox but if his goal is to withstand this, it doesn't seem too far off from what he's heard.

“You feel great.” You murmur, stretching him beyond his limits.

You're doing this for your own pleasure. Does that ruin your credibility or did you decide to do this after seeing him? Phainon shudders at the thought of you laying your eyes upon him and changing the trial so you could have him.

“You're doing so well, Phainon…” You move further inside him.

“Fuck!” His eyes widen as you bump into his cervix. “No way–” He starts to feel weaker as a sudden wave of arousal washes over him. He knows this feeling. Did you secretly give him an aphrodisiac? He…tried it once a long time ago.

“Get ready.” You warn him, slowly moving back before thrusting into him again like a slingshot. Phainon cries out in pleasure, rather than pain. There's no way it could feel good if not for some sort of drug.

“Did– did you drug me?” He manages to stay conscious enough to speak.

“Not exactly.” Your hand slides to his pelvis. Phainon moans at your touch. “I gave you something special. So you’d never forget me.”

“Wh-” He gets interrupted by the pressure of your fingers against his new gift. He holds his breath as he squirts on your cock, at the same time it enters his womb. Tears stream down his warm cheeks.

You fuck into him aggressively. “Take it like the strong Chrysos heir you are, baby.”

Phainon’s eyes roll to the back of his head, cute uncontrollable moans leaving his mouth. “no~” He can't resist this.

“Don't you want to be a demigod, sweetheart?”

He moans. “I– I do~” He's starting to lose himself.

“Then act like it.” You spank him and he comes again. “I don't mind keeping you instead though.”

Phainon’s dizzy with arousal. “No…I have to– oh fuck~” He feels part of his brain shut off.

“I thought you were stronger than this.” You muse. “I suppose even you can't fight against pleasure.”

“mmh–” He mewls. “I want it–”

You smirk. He's yours now.

“Phainon?” Mydei does a double take. You turn your head. The grey haired trailblazer is there too. “What…what the hell is this?”

You pull Phainon upwards, positioning him against your chest. You fully rip his shirt off to showcase his new erotic tattoo. The two stare at the Chrysos heir’s lower body. As well as the thick bulge in his stomach, which makes the both of them blush. “He forfeited the trial.” You make him bounce on your cock. “You should come back later Mydei, if you want to complete the trial in his place.”

He gulps, imagining you doing this to him as well. “No–” He steps back.

Phainon isn't paying any attention to the conversation and instead focuses on the fact that you removed the chains on his wrists. He quickly snakes his hand down to his dick, aggressively touching himself to speed up his next orgasm.

“Don't worry, Mydei. Your trial won't be with me.” You hold Phainon’s chin and bring him into a kiss. “I only want him.”

Mydei watches in disbelief and slight arousal.

“Are you two just going to stand here and watch?” You chuckle.

Phainon rests his head on your shoulder as he furiously rubs his cock. “I’m gonna—” He looks completely blissed out as he squirts. “Daddy~”

You let out an aroused groan. “‘M gonna fill you up in front of your friends, baby.”

“Mmhh-” He finally looks ahead of him. Even with his slightly blurred vision, he can tell they're both turned on. He smiles dumbly as you come inside him.

[oppopotamus]

i have a toji brainrot rn.

dom!male!reader (younger than toji but still an adult) wanting to fck toji (dadbod toji yum) and toji doesn't believe that reader will be able to pleasure him.

toji gets wrecked (maybe some overstimulation and squirting as well teehee) and he gets smitten and addicted. 🤭

My next door neighbour is a hot dilf??

toji fushiguro x dom top male reader

srry this took so long I took a HUGEE break from writing

listened to Katy Perry while I wrote this which may or may not have affected my writing

Warning: NSFW, dilf toji, top reader, thigh spanking, toji passes out twice, toji cries, reader gets mean i guess??

Toji, your hot dilf neighbour, the guy who lives in the apartment next to yours, he's only across the hall.

You need this man, even if it's the last fucking thing you do.

You will not give up, you will persevere and fuck the living shit out of this total dilf.

You REFUSE to give up.

So that's why you were in front of his door, looking directly up at this dilf.

"Uh, hey!" You tried to sound confident but the sweat on your palms and your nervous smile gave it away that you were, in fact, not confident.

"Ya need sum'?" Toji's deep, rough voice sent shivers down your spine. His voice was so hot, you needed to hear him moan in that voice.

"Oh, uh, yeah..." 'Quick! Think of something!' You said in your mind.

"Uh, uh- Uhm... sugar!" 'Sugar? Fucking sugar? What kind of fucking response is sugar?!'

"Sugar." Toji repeated your word.

'Shit! He probably thinks I'm crazy!'

"You need to borrow some... sugar?" Toji raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms over his chest as he looked down at you.

"Uhm... yeah." You say, wiping the sweat on your palms onto your pants as you stand there very awkwardly in the front door.

"I think I have some left... come in." Toji says as he walks into his apartment, leaving the door open for you to follow.

You nod and laugh awkwardly, following in after him and into the kitchen.

You're literally shaking from nerves, you pinch yourself to steady yourself but instead you end up letting out an, "ow!"

Toji quickly turns around with a raised eyebrow, "you okay, kid?"

You shake yourself off and nod quickly, "yup! Just, uh, stubbed my toe!"

Toji raises an eyebrow at that, he doesn't know how you stubbed your toe considering you were standing in the middle of the kitchen, not next to anything.

He just turns around and grabs a mug to collect some sugar.

"And I'm not a kid, by the way... I'm in college, I'm an adult."

"Coulda' fooled me." Toji scoffs and grabs the bag of sugar before pouring some into a mug.

"I don't look like a kid! I'm, like, average height for someone my age! A kid isn't this tall!"

Toji just looks you up and down with a smirk and hands you the mug filled with sugar.

Your cheeks turn pink when Toji looks you up and down with that sexy smirk.

"Okay, so you may not be a kid, but you're definitely a virgin. You stutter and blush every time I look at ya."

You immediately stutter again, "I most certainly am not a virgin!"

"Please, you wouldn't even know how to please a guy like me." Toji scoffs and rolls his eyes.

"First of all, I'm not a virgin, second of all, I totally would know how to!"

"Really?" Toji takes a few steps towards you, his arms crossed over his chest, "Prove it then."

Prove it?! You say in your head.

"P-Prove it?" Your brain short-circuits at that, is this seriously happening?

"You heard me."

"Oh."

Not even a second later he's grabbing your hand and leading you to his bedroom, causing you to drop the mug of sugar onto the floor, but neither of you care about that right now.

"Prove it quickly, my son's gonna be home soon." Toji sits down on the edge of the bed, looking at you expectingly.

He has a son?! He really is a dilf!!

"A-Ah, alright then..."

You take a few hesitant steps towards Toji on the bed, you've never slept with a guy this hot before, you're usually so confident in bed but this guy makes you so nervous!

"U-Uhm, I'm gonna start now..." You say shakily as you reach a hand out and drag your index finger down from Toji's chin to collarbone, brushing over his Adam's apple which surprisingly makes him shiver.

"You're so hot." You desire starts to take control, clogging your mind and blocking out all the anxiety you previously felt.

"Thanks, kid." Toji says before letting out a quiet yelp as he's pushed down onto the bed, "That was quick-"

"Stop calling me 'kid'. It's annoying."

You glare at him before gently running your hands down Toji's torso, down to his hips, giving them a squeeze.

"M' not a kid... I know what I'm doing."

"I'll believe it when I see it." Toji scoffs.

"You'll believe it soon." You say as you hook your fingers under the waistband of his grey sweatpants and pull them down along with his boxers to just below his ass.

"You're already hard, really?" You tease with a smirk before reaching a hand out to give a single pump to his cock, making Toji grunt and grit his teeth when you pull your hand back.

You crouch down to drag his pants and boxers down to his ankles before pulling them off and spreading his legs apart so you can see his hole.

"You're so goddamn hot." You practically drool as you sit on your knees, your hands placed firmly on the insides of his thighs to spread his legs apart as you bring your head close to lick his hole.

When you see Toji's pleased reaction you keep going, licking and fingering him open until you deem him ready enough to take your cock.

You stand up again and unzip your jeans, pulling your pants and boxers down just enough to let your cock spring free.

"Jesus, you've actually got a big dick." Now it's Toji's turn to feel flustered when he sees your cock in all it's glory.

"You'll be even more impressed once it's actually inside you."

You smirk and grip the underside of Toji's left thigh, you push it back and use your other hand to grab your dick, slapping it against Toji's hole a few times, making the man squirm.

"You gonna put it in or wha' Ah!" Toji's eyes widen and he groans as you press the tip in.

"For an old guy you're hella tight..." You grunt and slowly push the rest of your length in. Once you're all the way in you give it a minute for Toji to adjust before you start slowly moving.

You thrust in and out slowly. brushing against his prostate each time you thrust back in.

Toji lets out a long string of moans and grunts as you move back and forth, in and out. "J-Jesus... y-you actually know what y-you're doing, h-huh?" Toji can't help but smile in ecstasy as you speed up your thrusts, "Hhholy shit-!"

Toji groans and grips the bed sheets tightly, his knuckles turning white.

"Haah, ffuck!" You moan and grab onto his hips tightly as you speed up, getting faster with each thrust.

"Oh, fuck!" Toji squeezes his eyes shut, a few tears falling down the side of his face from pure pleasure.

Toji can't believe how fast it happens, but he cums almost instantly, he blacks out for a moment until he comes back to his senses when he feels a hard smack on his thigh.

He yelps and opens his eyes, immediately moaning again once he sees you're still fucking him.

"Y-You're still g-going?"

You spank his thigh again, "I haven't even cum yet."

You groan and throw your head back, you're still gripping his hips tightly, he's sure to be bruised by now.

Toji feels as though this has gone on forever, when it's only been fifteen minutes since you started, but to him it's felt like an eternity with how many times he's came.

Toji cums again and again, he's crying at this point but he doesn't dare ask you to stop.

It's not for another twenty minutes later till you cum, Toji sees stars when it finally happens, he cums so hard he blacks out, falling limp on the bed.

You come back to your senses and immediately freak out, "Toji?!"

You look down at him worriedly, when you see that he's breathing you calm down, you have no idea what to do so you do what any normal person would do.

You pull your pants back up and walk out of the room, quietly shutting it behind you.

You walk to the front door and open it only to see a teenage boy who's about to open the door.

You immediately stop in your tracks and have no idea what to say, you just quietly step outside and past the kid, the kid eyeing you warily.

"Uhm... you Toji's kid?" You ask awkwardly.

"Yeah... I'm Megumi..." The kid, or Megumi, says, still glaring at you.

"Uhm, maybe don't go into your dad's room for a while..." Is all you say before you run away, back into your apartment.

"What a weirdo..." Megumi says out loud to himself before walking inside.

[kidicaruslover911]

vampire knight!arlecchino alternative universe headcanons

tw: yandere(?), bodies dropping mysteriously left and right, implied mind manipulation, vampire stuff duh, over usage of the word ‘cold’ 😭WLW!! human reader, nsfw, slight somnophilia, virgin reader, women kissing, eating out, fingering, period sex (scares me so bad but vampire arle would)

a/n: i’m tired 🤎 i could not stop thinking about this so stay with me for a second…. now walk with me.

also let’s pretend arlecchino’s fingernails are short for the smut part and she grows them back later <33

not very descriptive on the blood either sorry! ANYWAYS have these crumbs!

vampire knight!arlecchino, whos been hired by your parents to keep you safe and away from sneaking out to meet with your secret peasant lover, unbefitting for a princess yet under no circumstances do you want to marry the lord that has already been chosen for you.

vampire knight!arlecchino who at first, no one suspects a thing about with such a charming yet strict appearance AND words.

vampire knight!arlecchino who’s inanimate heart almost explodes from delight at the first sight of you, archons, the woman could’ve succumbed on the spot.

vampire knight!arlecchino who doesn't understand why you're so cold towards her at first; yes, your parents locked you in this castle, but only because it was necessary, to keep you safe!

vampire knight!arlecchino who literally vows to herself to do everything in her power to always keep you safe and close to her.

vampire knight!arlecchino who will be taking the necessary precautions to keep you away from showing any slight romantic interest in anyone that isn’t her. any kind of interest at all actually.

vampire knight!arlecchino who rigidly abstained herself from the taste of human blood for the longest time now and who’s self control is hanging on by a thread from the moment she lays his eyes you. and yet she perseveres.

vampire knight!arlecchino who you try so much to avoid having any kind of eye contact with because her lifeless eyes, tainted with those unusual red ‘x’s as pupils are simply that hypnotizing. she is hypnotizing.

vampire knight!arlecchino who can’t help but gawk at the bewitching form of your neck, tender and appetizing but deems herself of too impure of a creature to even allow herself to fantasize about tasting you.

vampire knight!arlecchino who makes sure to force herself to have her fill of wild animals blood, such as rabbits and deers deep into the night, to keep herself from doing anything she might regret later. it is clearly insufficient but she perseveres.

vampire knight!arlecchino who most of the maids are terrorized of and others think behaves strangely yet they cannot pinpoint why or what exactly it is, constantly gossiping about her even though whenever her name find itself on her their tongues, they feel as if they were constantly being watched.

vampire knight!arlecchino who chooses to ignore the gossip as long as they don’t grow too suspicious of her.

vampire knight!arlecchino who lets you escape/sneak out on purpose, only to jumpscare you within your misty surroundings, to ‘sweet talk’ you back into your castle, with her! right where you belong <33

vampire knight!arlecchino who’s senses are naturally heightened, you soon find out that you can’t run, no matter how hard you try :)

vampire knight!arlecchino who is always so gentle, kind and patient with you despite her stoic exterior, she really does try her best even when you lash out at her, cry and beg her to let you go see your lover for just an instant, to let you get some fresh air but alas :(

vampire knight!arlecchino who tries to impress you with her centuries of knowledge on various subjects to humor and entertain you as much as possible (you hate it at first but with time, you can’t help and engage with her out of genuine interest)

vampire knight!arlecchino who always finds ways to relax your fried nerves when you haven’t heard from your lover in an awfully long while. how could you when you’re hardly ever allowed outside?

vampire knight!arlecchino who stays cold and denies diplomatic as ever when the gardener swears to your parents that he has seen her kneel next to a some dead animal, seeming to suck on its ‘soul’ before the first rays of sunlight could reach the woman. your parents strangely yet very simply fired him and the man was never to be seen again. you came to find out later that his body had been found again days after the the events, dismembered, not too far from a dead rabbit who’s fur has been tainted with its own blood, stemming from the unmistakable imprint of a pair of fangs.

vampire knight!arlecchino who decides that the maids won’t be necessary to accommodate you for certain tasks anymore; she has better taste when it comes to choosing your dresses for you and she knows how to style hair anyway and! she has your parents approval :)) which she may or may not have swayed to have them agree with her

vampire knight!arlecchino who decides to let you out to get that fresh air but only with her accompanying you at all times and never outside of the castle’s gates.

vampire knight!arlecchino who can’t help but see you as her little dress up doll, allowing herself to assist you when getting ready in the morning down to when you get ready for bed.

vampire knight!arlecchino who, whenever you struggle to fall asleep and on your own demand, delicately grazes her nails across your skin, be it your forearm, your nape or down your spine. it was something she had done once and now you can hardly ever rest without it.

vampire knight!arlecchino who’s aches for your body’s warmth.

vampire knight!arlecchino who may or may not have manipulated your dreams to have you think of her a little more than usual as well.

vampire knight!arlecchino who asks for your permission to lay with you after you had a nightmare to try and comfort you in her arms knowing she cannot offer you any heat. it made you gasp at the first contact yet you decided not to pry.

vampire knight!arlecchino who’s permanent cool skin temperature never fails to make you worry for her even though she assures you she feels fine.

vampire knight!arlecchino who encourages you to eat, your sorrow concerning your partner’s disappearance shouldn’t hinder you to gain forces again. she really wants you to have some source of energy.

vampire knight!arlecchino who goes as far as to mimic eating while seeking for every ounce of strength within her to not immediately reject it, simply to have you have consume something.

vampire knight!arlecchino who did such a great job at watching over you that your parents finally trust to leave the castle for a while, meaning that it’ll only be you, her and the maids for a few months (may or may not have swayed them to leave in this one too)

vampire knight!arlecchino who developed a habit of keeping her hand on your lower back which you don’t necessarily hate anymore.

vampire knight!arlecchino who comforts your fragile form within her metallic embrace when you find out your lovers slashed body has been found in a river not too long ago.

vampire knight!arlecchino who shushes you gently, she thinks you shouldn’t waste so many tears on them and that you and this other person simply ‘weren’t meant to be’.

vampire knight!arlecchino who wipes your faces with her frosty yet so careful fingers while whispering that she’s here now and always, that you don’t have to worry your pretty head about anything, that she’ll take care of you and everything else .

vampire knight!arlecchino who decides that she won’t use her powers to have you fall for her. she can tell that you’ve already been struggling a lot not to even when your supposed lover was still alive and she wants to leave that inner battle to yourself.

vampire knight!arlecchino who’s face nuzzles deeper and deeper into the crook of your neck, taking in your scent as if to try to compose herself; you’re on your period and her senses are tingling ever so highly.

vampire knight!arlecchino who thinks she’s hallucinating when she finally feels you press back against her in your sleep, sweet and delicate noises gracing her ears.

vampire knight!arlecchino who first believes to hear a constrained sigh, a gasp and then; a whimper…a wet dream?

vampire knight!arlecchino who takes her time to observe your troubled frame tucked next to her, the hand she has snuck around your waist hesitant to make itself useful to your pretty ‘problem’.

vampire knight!arlecchino who can’t help but wait a little more, before she languidly lets the tip of her nose run up and down your nape, fresh breath blowing against your burning skin, agitating your own breathing pattern before she goes to press one cautious peck up to your nape; another whimper.

vampire knight!arlecchino who’s eyes grow heavier and who wants to hear you huff and mewl for her some more before she easily pulls you in by your hips, her cold lips brushing against the shell of your ear shortly before she goes to kiss the side of your neck again, but this time she tends to it truly, she adores you, attacking your collarbone with gentle nips and licks to make it all better, leaving her mark when she internally has to urge herself not to grow her fangs right here and now at your continuous squirming before pulling back momentarily.

vampire knight!arlecchino who has you now wide awake, your own hand guiding her firm ones to caress the curve of your sides in a daze.

vampire knight!arlecchino who whispers into your ear whether you’re certain you want this, the sheepish yet very telling nod of yours seemingly giving her the encouragement she needs to move upwards towards your breasts which her slender fingers squeeze gently, before fondling you attentively through your nightgown, thumbs rubbing and brushing against your already hardened peaks, earning her another stutter; it makes her chuckle and it isn’t long before she flips you over, keeping you in her shadow to finally give her a chance to see what she can make you feel.

vampire knight! arlecchino who knows that she’s your first and who’s glowing red pupils, pale and statuesque being dipped within the moonlights embrace you can’t help but tremble before, motivating the vampire to take her time even more with you, helping you unbutton your gown little by little only leaning down to kiss and nibble at the swell of your bosom peeking over the loosened fabric; kisses being soon replaced with a supple and needy tongue, eagerly swirling around your soft buds with closed eyes one after as you’re left breathlessly struggling against the woman’s strong hold, leaving your hands no other choice but to find a home within her silver curls, involuntarily tugging at their roots which earns you a muffled groan. “do it again”.

vampire knight! arlecchino who kisses deeper and lower along the exposed skin, every inch she can adore, whispering about how perfect and divine you are after each parting sound of her hungry lips, fresh and taunting ones until she feels you tense up just when she’s about to reach your pelvis.

vampire knight! arlecchino who stops immediately even though the scent of your blood keeps tickling, starved system yearning and calling for her senses.

vampire knight! arlecchino who fears that due to her nature her lovemaking has you feeling as if you were bedding a corpse :(

vampire knight!arlecchino who effectively silences you with a first passionately sloppy kiss when you tell her with great embarrassment that you’ve been leaking, having you a simultaneously grace her with a blissful sound of shame as you feel her thigh purposefully press against something in between yours, which leaves you instinctively pulling her closer to you with a whine, desperate to feel her skin against yours and right now you couldn’t care less about its negative temperature, truly. if anything, it only heightens the pleasurable sensations the vampire has yet to gift you and by the way you’re already rolling your hips onto her, no rhythm or experience at all as to how how to bring yourself to your peak, it is clear that despite your very unfortunate situation, neither of you really want to stop.

vampire knight!arlecchino who leaves a trail of long and meaningful pecks down onto the sides of your thighs, one hand resting against the back of your knee which she soon props onto her shoulder, looking up to search for your gaze and seek for your consent one last time. she wants you to say that you want this. the wait is unbearable, her hunger for you insatiable and she has yet to taste you; your messy cunt glistening wet with your juices, throbbing clit that aches to be acknowledged and taken care of and at last…her food. “i want more of you” and your wish is her command.

vampire knight!arlecchino who calls your pussy pretty and cute, asks you whether all of this truly is for her; and you answer again. ‘no need to shy away from me, my dearest’ the vampire tells you to keep watching, that she’s truly flattered as places a kiss on it, licking her lips before blowing some air right after, earning her a sinful shudder and such a desperate plea from you, she can only hum in agreement when she sees your clitoris pulse for her in anticipation.

vampire knight!arlecchino who lets out the most obscene moan as soon as she gets to lap at your swollen entrance and the delightful flow of blood, dark vermilion fluid mixed with your slick smearing across her mouth already and she swears she could cum right now, forcing your thighs to spread wider while maintaining eye contact as she runs her tongue up to your sensitive clit and sucks, a sinful ‘pop’ resonating within the dark of the room along with your pitched mewls which you try to cover with your hand but!

vampire knight!arlecchino who pulls away and warns you that the next time you try to hide from her she’ll stop and have you grind on her thigh all night long without her help, knowing that you have no experience and no idea as to what you’d be doing without her guidance.

vampire knight!arlecchino who tells you to keep your fingers in her hair and pull if you need to. she wants to feel the effect she has on you.

vampire knight!arlecchino who groans into your folds and keeps feasting upon you like the sweet treat that you are, the vibrations of her voice making you buck your hips to her lips, teary eyed and overwhelmed with all that she is offering you, your hand instinctively trying to push her head away; it’s too much.

vampire knight!arlecchino whom your helplessness only makes her devour you deeper, further pulling you down towards her skilled and tingling wet muscle, working your tight cunt obsessively, her thumb entering the picture to apply the right amount of pressure onto your moist pearl, soon enough inserting a first finger which easily slides in while continuously praising you, and then another once again, moving exactly where you need it, as if to prove that you are the only woman she worships. because you are.

vampire knight!arlecchino who’s intensified glowing eyes and freezing skin despite the current circumstances have betrayed her true self long ago, hips bucking and fighting against her strength, she leaves you too drunk on her mouth to actually process that you literally have a starving vampire quenching her thirst on you while showing you a whole new underworld and it’s different sensations.

vampire knight!arlecchino who can’t help but let her mind wander towards the possibility to turn you into her mate at this very moment, head burried in your heat as she whispers more praises you aren’t really sure to pick up, the melody of your endless cries and heaves drive her intrepid hands to wander and play with your chest once more, your own frantically rushing to intertwine your fingers with one another. by now you’re close and a blabbering mess practically begging for her to take you and officially make you her own.

vampire knight!arlecchino who’s fingers curl inward with final intent, now repeatedly hitting a delicate spot inside you at an inhuman speed which has the knot in your stomach release in no time and cum all over her mouth, just like she demands it.

vampire knight!arlecchino who decides to not turn you yet and keep this conversation for a later time, when you’ll have returned to all your senses.

vampire knight!arlecchino who presses one last kiss against your ankle and who you strangely cannot exactly have any ill feelings for even after discovering the truth. the glow in her eyes is gone now and she makes sure to cover you properly again and ask whether she did anything she shouldn’t have…how strange.

vampire knight!arlecchino who has never felt this satisfied and surprisingly full of in a long time on such an amount of fluids, licking her fingers clean, the same ones she had used to ruin your cunt.

vampire knight!arlecchino who thinks she might get diabetes from how quickly she craves your blood and juices again but given how shaken up it left your body, she digresses. for now.

vampire knight!arlecchino who decides to tell you about how your parents won’t be coming back for….some other day. and the lord who was supposed to marry you as well! everything has been taken care of, just like she promised <33

vampire knight!arlecchino who makes sure to run you a bath and wash you, change the bed sheets later on and run her nails across your skin just how you like it, only then explaining further things about herself and her past.

bonus: vampire knight!arlecchino who has forgotten what actual sweet things (don’t worry you’re sweet enough!) taste like and kisses you whenever you just bit into a fruit or had a sweet treat (it’s her excuse to lick at you a little)

a/n: I don’t think I’ve ever used so many commas in one go omg. thinking about making a part 2 idk

[toorusluvr]

... 𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐆𝐎𝐓 𝐈𝐓 𝐁𝐀𝐃 𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪

characters: sylus (love and deepspace) x f!reader

content warnings: vaginal penetration sex + p in v + cowgirl position + mirror sex + sylus being cocky and sarcastic + kneeling sex + missionary sex + unprotected sex + not proofread lol i'm sorry this was written on a whim

notes from nis: my first ever sylus smut lol he has been on my mind ever since the first day he was announced! he has no business being this hot! anyway, if you're also a haikyuu fan pls check out my series featuring iwaizumi hajime ehe. as usual, your likes, reblogs, and comments are very much appreciated! <333 listen to around me - metro boomin ft. don toliver while reading! (only bcs i listened to it on repeat while writing this it's my new fav song atm!!)

sylus who got really interested and was in awe the entire time you were riding him. sylus sees himself as someone who would rather take the initiative in everything that he does, especially sex. after all, he always carries this dominating aura to wherever he goes. but he's not dumb enough to turn down his sweet little girlfriend's intriguing offer to be on top. you wanna show him? go ahead, sweetie. he's your audience and he wants you to entertain him. stun him, make him praise you.

what got sylus going was how enthusiastic you looked when you were on top of him, riding him to the extent your legs were sore enough to walk the moment after. sylus's cock was big and thick. it was no picnic to be on top, taking all of him while trying to work on your hips back and forth, grinding on his cock. you whimpered and moaned endlessly. from grinding to bouncing on his cock but he never once interrupted your hard work.

"mm, sylus, please. need you," you whined, hips stuttering to continue fucking yourself dumb on his cock. it's been almost half an hour but your orgasm was so close yet so far. sylus knew you were starting to get desperate to come, to chase that high you were desperate for. but, he needed you to last longer so you know he won't be giving in to you easily.

sylus's laugh was deep and warm, like the gentle roll of thunder. his eyes crinkled and his shoulders shook as his chuckles filled the room. "sweetie, you know the drills when you got on top of me. why don't you be a good girl and finish what you started, hm?" his hand then smacked your bottom as a sign of disapproval. seemed like sylus wasn't too happy when you were whining to him.

you threw your head back, groaning in frustration. this man wouldn't let you give up easily. said that you must persevere no matter what the occasions are. you must rise and be the strongest. but not like this! not when you were vulnerable, aching and desperate for him to take control.

both your hands were now planted on his sculpted chest. his chest glistened with sweat, a bit slippery for you to hold. you then moved closer, your tits pressed against his chest. your arms circled around his broad shoulders. sylus shifted uncomfortably beneath you as he felt your hardened nipples brushed against his sensitive chest. fuck.

again, you rocked your hips, slowly grinding on his cock filling you up so good. all warm and thick inside of you. there was a large full-length mirror next to his bed. from ceiling to floor kind of mirror. he installed it long time ago but you never knew what purpose does it serve. maybe now it finally clicked in your mind.

you've always enjoyed seeing yourself in the mirror or any other reflective surface. maybe this moment needed you to focus on yourself instead of the man underneath you. slowly, you got up. your attention was no longer on sylus but the mirror next to the bed. sylus then shifted his gaze towards the mirror too. now, both of you were staring into each other's eyes through the reflection.

your naked bodies exposed, displaying your most intimate time together. slowly, you rocked your hips, trying to find your rhythm. the tip of his cock nudging your sensitive spot with each thrust. your soft yet heavy pants coming from you filled sylus's room. the man didn't even bat an eye at your noises. his hands then moved to your waist, keeping your hips steady.

since sylus won't take control, you decided to take the matter into your own hands. you know too well he'd end up a whining mess if you started bouncing on his cock. since he was too smug to help you, you planted both your hands on his lower abdomen. your hips moved sensually, grinding on him slowly before you got on your knees and moved up and down his cock. sylus let out a staggered breath once he felt your cunt clenched tightly around his aroused cock.

his larger hands had a firm grip on your waist. he didn't even have to guide your hips now that you did it all by yourself. you alternate between grinding and bouncing up and down his cock. sylus let out soft grunts when your hips started moving faster, just fucking yourself with his cock. what pissed him off was that your attention wasn't even on him but the stupid mirror.

you looked at your drop dead gorgeous reflection in the mirror, bouncing up and down his cock. your tits jiggled with each bounce. you whimpered pathetically at the way his cock nudged your most sensitive spot. "fuck me," you muttered under your breath.

sylus's eyebrows knitted as he grumbled, "you're already doing that, sweetie. using my cock like a sex toy, huh?"

still, you weren't looking at him. he got frustrated so he flipped both of you over. he had the upper hand and he used it to his advantage. he couldn't stand not looking at you in the eyes. to not have your attention on him is fatal to him. sylus needs those beautiful pair of eyes to be on him at all times.

you squealed the moment he used his force to flip you guys over. your back pressed against his bed, his height towered over you. "what's so interesting about that mirror, hm? i need your eyes on me, kitten," he spoke in between sharp intakes of breath, each exhalation coming out raggedly.

sylus's thrust was merciless. he kept fucking you like tomorrow doesn't exist. his patience runs thin when he's inside you. he loves taking his time with you but now, he just wants to make you a crying mess. you stumbled upon your words, unable to speak when your cunt being stretched by his thick cock.

you clawed against his back. several faint scratches decorating his muscular back. "fuck, sylus! give me more, please!"

sylus then cupped your chin when you had your eyes shut. he tightened the hold on your cheeks, "open your eyes, sweetie. i need your eyes on me or else i'll leave you high and dry. eyes on me, sweetie. it's now or never." sylus's voice was a dark, smooth blend of sensuality and power, each words punctuated with a commanding edge. typical sylus.

feeling so dazed in your lust, you slowly opened your eyes. his handsome face came into your sight. hair all messy and some strands were sticking to his forehead that was glistened with sweats. he smirked, crimson eyes looking down at you. his gaze filled with hidden desires.

sylus once again flipped both of you over. this time, he got you on all fours, positioning you in front of the mirror. you gasped loudly when he didn't give you any break from his punishing thrusts. at this point, your cunt could remember his cock so damn well. you tried hanging your head low, shying away from the intense gaze sylus was giving you. but he tugged on your hair, making you squeal.

it's like he had you on a leash with the way he tugged on your hair. not until he pressed your back against his front. now both of you were skin to skin again. sylus's ragged breaths felt warm, tingling your ear. you gulped hard. the heat radiating from sylus's body engulfed your skin. sweats started to run along your back. both of you were sweaty and satiated but no one had their first orgasm yet.

"fuck, look at you, sweetie. looking grumpy just because you cannot make yourself come, hm?" sylus's words taunted you. a smirk tugged in the corner of his lips seeing your frustrated expression. yeah, he hit a nail with that one. "my cock is not good enough for you, sweetie?"

you wanted to tell him to shut his mouth but that would be fatal. nah, he won't kill you. he loves you too much. still. you don't dare to go that route yet. "please, sy. i'm tired," you tried bargaining. a negotiation with the devil? yeah, best of luck to that.

sylus scoffed. his jaw ticked at your pitiful plea. "no, not yet, sweetie," he groaned, head thrown back. sylus stifled the rising impulses to come inside you, but he pushed them down with deliberate effort to maintain control over his cold reactions. "ah, fuck," he cursed under his breath.

he fucked you hard and fast, to the point you got overstimulated and tears started streaming down your face. sylus made you watch you cried your eyes out while being pounded relentlessly. your tits jiggled with each punishing thrust. it was sinful, really. but the devil has seen worse. this was blissful. a piece of heaven he could get.

"ah, sylus!" you screamed at the top of your lungs. sylus's hand reached down to cup your pussy, thumb ghosted over your clit. he let his touch lingered there for a while. eventually, he started to draw circles on your puffy clit, waiting for your orgasm to break loose. your breaths came in erratic bursts, each one uneven and sharp as if you were struggling to catch up.

sylus felt the way your pussy clenched around his cock so tightly, it might never want to leave. it was pushing him to his limits too. fuck fuck fuck. he couldn't do this dance any longer. he pushed your body down to the bed, pressing on your back as you arched your back for him. his cock pounded your pussy harder that each breath that came out of you felt hard. you cried with each breath until your orgasm finally broke, releasing the high and endorphins all over the system.

"fuck," you sobbed as you gathered your breath slowly. sylus fucks like a mad man. but he was yet to come so he used you, he used your pussy until his come, hot and thick, filling your womb to the brim. though a wave of dizziness threatened to overtake him, sylus steadied himself and pushed through, determined to check on his girlfriend.

"fuck, sweetie. you were..." he ran out of words. but sylus managed to pick where he left off, "you were so good for me."

you let out a breathless chuckle, "you must persevere, yeah sure i did, babe."

sylus's chuckle was a deep, gravelly rumble, each note rasping out with a rich, textured quality. "mhm, using my words against me, sweetie? have i underestimated your determination or overestimated your intellect?"

he then laid you down on his bed, limbs tangled with each other. both of you tried to gather your consciousness and breath together. "love to see you get all worked up, sweetie," he whispered before planting a kiss on your cheek. "like a feisty kitten." you then hit him on the chest. what a way to ruin your post-orgasmic bliss. sylus must be tone deaf since he cannot read the room at all. but he's a damn good guy when he wants to be and you happen to love both his good and bad sides. that's what makes him even more special.

divider creds to cafekitsune <3

[vofriviasblog]

Priority

SUMMARY - After Quidditch practice, Draco prefers to return to his beloved and spend time with her in the comfort of his private quarters rather than attending a party with his team.

AUTHORS NOTE - This is my first fic. I hope you enjoy it! Comments and reblogs are welcome!

Draco was exhausted after practice. As the captain, he decided with the team to increase the number of practices per week to prepare as best as possible for the upcoming match against their eternal rival, Gryffindor. Sweat cascaded down the Slytherin's face. All he dreamed of now was a shower and his beloved waiting for him in the prefect's quarters. Just the thought brought a wide smile to Draco's face.

He patted each team member on the back as a sign of thanks for their presence and commitment, then headed towards the castle. He hadn't gone far when his good friend Blaise Zabini appeared in his line of sight, panting as if he'd run a marathon.

"Hey, hey, where are you going?"

"To the castle?" he raised an eyebrow in a questioning gesture, as if urging his friend to spit out what he had to say and leave him alone.

"Aren't you staying for the party? Mattheo got the best juices for drinks from the kitchen! Do you know how many nights it took us to find the house-elves' stash to get our hands on these wonders!?" Before Draco could answer, Blaise was already rushing with the answer. "The answer is too many. So you can't slip away now, you'll miss all the fun."

"Sounds pretty good. You deserve great respect for your perseverance in your mission, but I have to decline the invitation. I already have other plans that can't wait any longer."

"What?!?!?! Man, don't do this to me. This is the second time you've decided that the party isn't for you. What plans are more important than your buddies, hmm?" the dark-skinned boy looked at the blond with undisguised irritation, tapping his foot impatiently.

"Y/N is waiting in my quarters. I want to spend the evening with her," Draco couldn't help but smile as he said this, and just mentioning his beloved's name made his heart beat faster. Blaise, on the other hand, looked at the blond with his mouth agape as if he were an alien.

"Man, you're ditching us, your buddies, for a girl!?"

"Yes. Is that so strange?" Draco couldn't understand his friend's exaggerated reaction.

"Yes! That's exactly the same reason Nott used to decline the invitation. You're becoming terribly boring!" The blond rolled his eyes and replied, "You're such a kid. You'll understand me and Theo when you have a girlfriend. I heard Astoria doesn't like parties." This fact effectively shut Zabini up, who was ready to retort with a sharp comeback. All he did was widen his eyes and watch his friend until he disappeared behind the castle doors leading to the dormitories.

The sight that greeted Draco as he entered his prefect's room was the best balm for his sore muscles. His beloved lay comfortably on his bed, engrossed in a book about magical creatures. Draco had bought her this book a few days ago during a trip to Hogsmeade. The image of her sparkling eyes with happiness would stay with him for the rest of his days. He loved bringing her joy with such small things. This way, he wanted to convey that he thought of her every hour of the day and night.

Draco took a breath to calm his racing heart a bit, then walked lightly towards the bed. The sound of his footsteps pulled the girl out of the fictional world. At the sight of her boyfriend, Y/N smiled brightly, causing an equally wide smile on the blond's face.

"Hey."

"Good evening, beautiful," the girl's cheeks flushed at this term. She tried to hide her embarrassment by burying her face in the book. The boy's smile widened even more. He wouldn't trade this moment for any party. He lived for these moments filled with peace and love.

Without waiting any longer, he threw himself onto the bed with a thud, causing the girl there to squeal, completely unprepared for it. Like a snake, he wrapped his beloved in a tight embrace, as if he'd been waiting for this all day.

"Draco!!! You're all sweaty and dirty with soil. You'll ruin the sheets!"

"I don't care. I've waited too long to have you in my arms. No dirt or sweat can stop me from completing this task," the boy's serious tone elicited a peal of laughter.

"Sweetheart, you need to take a shower and change."

"No."

"Draco..."

"No," the boy, to further show his protest, tightened his embrace, burying his face in the crook of her neck.

"Draco Lucius Malfoy! You are going to take a shower right now, or I'll go back to my dormitory," the blond, with obvious reluctance and a look of a beaten dog, obeyed his girlfriend's command.

When he returned to the room, refreshed and dressed in more comfortable clothes, his face still bore the look of a martyr. Y/N, familiar with his antics, smiled at him innocently and opened her arms in an inviting gesture. The boy, with undisguised joy, jumped into her arms. As soon as he settled comfortably, Y/N's hands went to his hair. Draco practically purred with pleasure as his beloved played with his hair.

"How did practice go?"

"Pretty well. We're well prepared for the upcoming match."

"I'm very glad."

"Will you come to the match?" the boy looked at her pleadingly. He knew perfectly well that when he did this, his beloved couldn't refuse him.

"Of course, darling," she kissed his forehead, receiving in return a look full of gratitude and adoration. "I heard from Pansy that the Slytherins are having a party in the main dormitory," she got only a quiet "mhmm" from the boy, so she continued. "Don't you want to go?"

"Nope."

"But why? You'd spend some time with your friends."

"I'll pass. I'd much rather spend my time with you than drinking with that idiot Zabini. You, my dearest, are my priority. I will always choose you first, no matter what I'm offered," to emphasize the seriousness of his declaration, Draco propped himself up on his hands to level his face with hers. The boy placed a gentle, deep kiss on the girl's lips, leaving her breathless. Yes, this was definitely his favorite way to spend evenings.

[thedensworld]

My Woman | K.Mg

Pairing: Ceo!Mingyu x Directors!Reader

Genre: fluff, established relationship

Summary: Everyone in the building hate your leadership and start to think that you were only able to secure the position because of your husband, the CEO.

Been letting this one sitting in my folder for 6 months??? Anyway, enjoy!🧚‍♀️

Since you were appointed as the new director of Tasty Kim, a food label under Kim Group, the atmosphere in the company has been anything but welcoming. The former director, despite being demoted for money laundering from company production costs, was beloved for his friendly and tolerant nature. The staff had grown accustomed to his easy-going management style.

In contrast, you introduced a series of new regulations focused on discipline and time management. Your strict approach to auditing has caused considerable stress among the staff, who are struggling to keep up with your demands.

"I want the file on my desk tomorrow at 10," you demanded, your voice leaving no room for negotiation.

When it wasn't there, your frustration was palpable. "Why isn't it on my desk?" you asked sharply.

"You had 8 hours of work yesterday; what were you doing?" Your tone conveyed the gravity of their oversight.

"This isn't the first time, and I won't tolerate this kind of negligence. I'll be reporting you to the HR team. You can explain yourself to them."

The tension in the office is undeniable, and it's clear that your expectations are clashing with the staff's previous work culture. But to transform Tasty Kim into a more efficient and successful entity, you believe these changes are necessary, even if they are met with resistance initially.

And that's how people started to think you were only able to manage the position because of your husband, Kim Mingyu, the current CEO of Kim Group. Rumors began to circulate, whispering that your authority stemmed more from nepotism than merit. The staff's skepticism grew, casting a shadow over every decision you made. Yet, you remained resolute, determined to prove that your leadership was defined by your capabilities, not your connections.

Your professionalism was proven when you delivered your protest to none other than your own husband, Kim Mingyu, the current CEO of Kim Group. He had ordered every label under Kim Group to push revenue expectations while cutting costs. A heated debate ensued shortly thereafter. You explained to the board that cutting costs for Tasty Kim would only result in a decrease in quality.

No one knew how hard you worked for the company. Everyone just thought you were the queen of the Kim Group, a mere decoration to fill the space, a director without any competence to lead the company.

One day, you opened your email to find hundreds of hate messages, likely sent by disgruntled workers. Sometimes, packages would be delivered to you, containing nasty items that you knew were from your employees. Did you report this to HR? No, you chose to ignore everything, focusing solely on the company's needs.

But there was one person who always treated you like a human in this company. Mr. Song, the security guard, always greeted you with a warm smile, just as he had done for the past 15 years, when you still worked for Mingyu's father as his secretary till now. He might be the only person who truly knew who you were and how hard you worked for this company. Other workers had zero idea that you had been with the company since your twenties.

Mr. Song's small acts of kindness were a beacon of hope in an otherwise hostile environment. His understanding and quiet support reminded you that someone appreciated your dedication. Despite the loneliness and the endless challenges, those brief moments with Mr. Song gave you the strength to persevere.

You're not just Kim Mingyu's wife.

"You're not sleeping?" Mingyu asked, his voice soft as he entered your home office.

You turned your head to him, closing the file on your desk as you watched him approach. "Are they sleeping?" you asked, referring to your 5-year-old twin sons. He nodded.

"Still have work to do? Need help?" Mingyu offered, and you shook your head.

"I'm done. Just checking a few things," you said with a tired smile.

Mingyu sat on the couch near your desk. "Seungcheol hyung said he was visiting," he told you, and you hummed in acknowledgment.

"No, I actually called him to come," you informed him, and Mingyu chuckled.

"Just like I guessed. Is something wrong with the company? The last time I checked, Tasty Kim has been the most stable since you took over."

You rubbed your face, a gesture that concerned Mingyu. "I just need a few pieces of advice. I think I'm a cold woman."

Mingyu didn't deny it outright. "You are," he said carefully.

Your brow raised in surprise. "Really?" A pang of disappointment colored your face, and Mingyu immediately shook his head.

"No, I mean, sometimes you are. But you're a warm lover and mother."

Lover and mother. Those words echoed in your mind.

"Maybe it's been too long since I focused so intensely on the company," you murmured, a hint of doubt creeping into your voice.

"Why?" Mingyu asked, curiosity in his eyes, not fully understanding what you were referring to.

"Let's go to sleep," you told him, standing from your seat and reaching for his hand.

He took it, squeezing gently. "Alright, let's get some rest. We'll figure everything out together."

As you walked out of your home office, you felt a small measure of comfort in his words. Even amid the challenges and doubts, you knew you weren't alone.

*

Mingyu's disbelief turned to anger as he examined the photos of the gruesome package and the disturbing emails that Chan, your secretary, had detailed. His jaw tightened with fury as he realized the extent of the harassment you had endured since taking on the role at Tasty Kim.

"What is this?" Mingyu demanded, his voice laced with frustration as he glanced at Hansol for confirmation.

Hansol nodded grimly, showing him the evidence again. "These were sent to her office. It's been ongoing for months," he explained, his own expression reflecting the seriousness of the situation.

Mingyu's mind raced as he tried to piece together the implications. "Is this related to what you discussed with Seungcheol?" he wondered, his concern for your safety evident in his widened eyes.

He wasted no time in contacting Seungcheol, demanding an explanation. Seungcheol sighed heavily as he recounted the events that had unfolded over the past months.

"It's clear this is coming from Mr. Park's circle," Seungcheol explained wearily. "They've been spreading malicious rumors about her and now escalating to these actions. I've urged her to take action to track them down before it escalates further."

Mingyu's anger simmered as he absorbed the gravity of the situation. "We need to act swiftly," he declared, his voice firm and determined. "I want those responsible identified and dealt with immediately. This ends now."

Mingyu's mind raced back to the day he had to make the tough decision to fire Mr. Park. His audit team had uncovered illegal activities involving company funds, actions that nearly drove the label to bankruptcy. If not for your diligent efforts in handling the crisis at Tasty Kim—your first company role ever—Mingyu knew the outcome could have been devastating.

It had been six challenging months since you formally took the helm, but the results were undeniable. Under your leadership, Tasty Kim's performance had significantly improved. Your dedication and strategic decisions had turned the tide, restoring stability and fostering growth within the company.

As Mingyu reflected on the recent incidents targeting you, his resolve strengthened. He couldn't allow the malicious actions of Mr. Park's associates to undermine all the progress you had achieved.

Mingyu instructed Hansol to work closely with Chan to expedite the search for the culprits behind the malicious acts. His tone was resolute as he outlined the urgency of identifying and addressing the threats targeting you and Tasty Kim.

"We need to move swiftly on this. I want regular updates on the progress."

Hansol nodded in understanding, his expression mirroring Mingyu's seriousness. "Understood, sir. We'll start immediately," he assured, turning to leave the office with purpose.

Mingyu tucked the twins into bed as he always did, Han mentioned something unexpected. "Mom was crying, I saw her crying in her office," Han whispered softly, his eyes wide with concern.

Hoon quickly covered Han's mouth and leaned in close. "Mom said not to tell Dad," he whispered urgently.

Mingyu's heart clenched at the revelation. He hadn't expected to hear this, and the thought of you in tears weighed heavily on his mind. He finished tucking the boys in, trying to keep his expression calm despite the turmoil inside.

After tucking the twins in and assuring them everything was alright, Mingyu quietly made his way. As he entered your room, he found you slumped over your desk, fast asleep amidst scattered reports and documents. Mingyu's heart sank at the sight of your exhaustion, etched deeply in the lines of your face. Gently, he gathered the papers into a neat pile and carefully lifted you into his arms.

You stirred slightly as he carried you to the bedroom, your head resting against his shoulder. Mingyu laid you down on the bed, pulling the blankets over you with tender care. He brushed a strand of hair from your face, his heart aching with the desire to protect you from any further distress.

The next morning, Hansol hurriedly informed Mingyu that Chan had located the culprits and had them gathered in the conference room. Mingyu's expression hardened with determination upon hearing the news.

"Keep them there. I'm on my way," Mingyu replied briskly, his voice tinged with controlled anger.

He swiftly made his way to your company, each step echoing his urgency to address the situation. Mingyu entered the conference room where Hansol and Chan stood solemnly by the door, waiting for his arrival. Inside, the culprits sat uncomfortably, their uneasy glances exchanging silent admissions of guilt.

Mingyu entered with a commanding presence, his gaze sweeping over the group with intensity. His jaw was set, a silent testament to his resolve to confront those responsible for causing distress to you and disrupting the company's harmony.

"You've caused significant harm to this company," Mingyu began, his voice steady but stern. "Your actions have not only targeted my wife unfairly but have also undermined the trust and morale of our team at Tasty Kim."

He paused, allowing the weight of his words to settle in the room. The culprits shifted uncomfortably under Mingyu's piercing gaze, realizing the gravity of their actions and the consequences they now faced.

"I want each of you to explain yourselves," Mingyu continued, his tone unwavering. "Justify why you thought it acceptable to engage in such disgraceful behavior."

One by one, they offered fragmented explanations, some stumbling over their words while others struggled to meet Mingyu's unwavering gaze. He listened intently, his disappointment palpable as their excuses fell short of justification.

"This ends now," Mingyu declared firmly, his voice cutting through the tension in the room. "Effective immediately, you are terminated from Tasty Kim."

The culprits exchanged nervous glances, realizing the severity of their fate. Mingyu turned to Hansol and Chan with a nod, silently instructing them to escort the individuals out of the room and off the premises.

Mingyu turned as he heard the distinctive click of your heels approaching. He straightened, a mixture of surprise and admiration crossing his features as you walked toward him with purpose. You bowed politely, a gesture of respect that momentarily caught him off guard.

"What brings you to this company without notice?" you asked, your tone calm yet curious, as you stood before him with unwavering composure.

Mingyu's gaze softened as he looked at you, struck by your strength and determination even in the face of recent challenges. "I needed to ensure everything was handled," he replied, his voice filled with a mix of concern and gratitude. "And to support you."

You stood before Mingyu, your expression serious yet composed. The click of your heels echoed faintly in the hallway as you spoke, addressing him directly but respectfully.

"I appreciate your swift action in handling the situation," you began, your voice steady. "However, these individuals are my team members. I understand the severity of their actions, but I believe termination may not be the only solution."

Mingyu regarded you thoughtfully, sensing the underlying tension in your words. "They have caused significant harm," he replied, his tone firm yet open to discussion. "Their actions were detrimental to both you and the company."

You nodded, acknowledging the seriousness of the situation. "I agree that their behavior cannot be condoned," you continued, choosing your words carefully. "But I believe there may be alternative measures we can consider—perhaps disciplinary actions or retraining."

Mingyu's frustration was palpable as he listened to your response. He had expected solidarity in his decision, given the severity of the situation. Yet, your stance on considering alternatives to termination seemed to undermine the gravity of the offenses committed against you and the company.

"Your compassion is commendable, but these actions cannot go unpunished," Mingyu stated firmly, his voice tinged with disappointment. "They crossed a line that jeopardized everything we've worked for."

You met his gaze evenly, understanding the weight of his words but steadfast in your belief. "I agree that consequences are necessary," you countered, your tone measured. "But I believe in second chances and rehabilitation, especially when it comes to our team members."

Mingyu sighed, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "This isn't just about rehabilitation," he argued, his voice slightly raised with emotion. "It's about setting a precedent. We cannot allow such behavior to repeat itself."

You maintained your composure, sensing his frustration but staying firm in your conviction. "I understand your concerns," you replied calmly. "But I believe we can address this while still upholding our values of fairness and redemption."

Silence hung in the air for a moment as Mingyu processed your words. Finally, he nodded reluctantly. "Fine," he conceded, though his expression remained stern. "But I expect strict monitoring and zero tolerance moving forward."

You nodded in agreement, relieved that he had accepted your approach, albeit reluctantly.

After the tense discussion in the hallway, Mingyu expressed his desire to speak with you privately. Without hesitation, you nodded and gestured for him to follow you to your office. The click of your heels echoed softly in the corridor as you led him through the bustling office environment.

Once inside your office, you closed the door behind you, creating a brief moment of privacy amidst the hectic day. Mingyu stood near the window, his hands clasped behind his back, his expression a mix of frustration and concern.

Mingyu's demeanor softened when he stare at your eyes. His shoulders relaxed, and a flicker of relief crossed his face as he turned towards you. Without a word, he closed the distance between you, his arms enveloping you in a comforting embrace.

Surprised but touched by his gesture, you leaned into his embrace, feeling the warmth of his presence and the reassurance it brought. Mingyu held you close, his touch conveying both support and gratitude for your partnership in navigating the challenges they faced together.

In that moment of shared understanding and solidarity, the tension that had lingered between you dissolved. Mingyu's embrace was a silent affirmation of trust and unity, a reminder that despite any disagreements, you were a team united in purpose.

Mingyu's concern was evident in his expression as he spoke softly, his voice tinged with a hint of vulnerability. "Why didn't you tell me about what was happening?" he asked gently, his eyes searching yours for an explanation.

You met his gaze evenly, appreciating his genuine concern. "I wanted to handle it," you replied honestly, your voice steady. "I didn't want to burden you with the details, especially when you have so much on your plate already."

Mingyu nodded slowly, understanding your perspective but still feeling a pang of regret. "You're not a burden," he assured you earnestly. "We're partners, and I want to support you through everything."

You sighed softly, feeling the weight of his words and the comfort they offered. "I know," you replied sincerely. "But I thought I could handle it on my own."

Mingyu gently touched your arm, his touch reassuring. "We're stronger together," he reminded you gently. "Next time, please don't hesitate to share."

You nodded, grateful for his understanding and support. "I promise," you replied, a small smile touching your lips. "I won't keep things from you again."

With Mingyu's hand still on your arm, you both shared a moment of quiet understanding and solidarity.

*

A year later, Tasty Kim celebrated its 35th anniversary with grandeur and nostalgia. Mingyu stood proudly on stage, addressing the gathered crowd with a mix of reverence and pride. Behind him hung a large portrait of his late father, the founder of Tasty Kim, symbolizing the legacy that had brought them to this milestone.

"Ladies and gentlemen," Mingyu began, his voice carrying a tone of deep respect. "Today marks a significant milestone for Tasty Kim. Thirty-five years ago, my father founded this company with a vision of excellence and innovation in the culinary world."

He paused briefly, his gaze sweeping over the audience before settling on you, seated among the distinguished guests. A warm smile graced his lips as he continued, "I stand here today not only as the CEO of Kim Group but also as a son honoring his father's legacy."

Mingyu's voice filled with emotion as he acknowledged your pivotal role in their journey. "I would be remiss not to mention the woman who has been my colleague, my business partner, and the mother of my children," he said, his words carrying a depth of gratitude and admiration. "She has been my rock, guiding Tasty Kim with wisdom and grace."

The audience applauded warmly, recognizing your significant contribution to the company's success. Mingyu continued, his voice unwavering with pride, "Together, we have faced challenges and celebrated triumphs. Today, we honor not just the past but also the future we continue to build together."

As Mingyu concluded his speech, he stepped down from the podium and walked over to where you were seated. With a gentle smile, he took your hand in his, a silent gesture of appreciation and unity that spoke volumes about the partnership and love that had shaped their journey at Tasty Kim.

*

"Mr. Kim, we need to report this to the HR team," you insisted firmly.

Mr. Kim raised his hand to stop you. "No, Ms. Ji," he said calmly. "It's alright."

"I took this as feedback from my workers," he continued, his tone resolute.

Confusion etched on your face, you met his gaze. "What? This is crossing the line, Mr. Kim," you countered.

He shook his head, his expression serious. "They must have had a reason to do this. I'm glad that the people I work with didn't stay silent when something went wrong."

"Find them for me," Mr. Kim instructed firmly, his voice carrying a blend of authority and understanding. "Let me have a talk with whoever did this."

Later, you discovered it was a new security member who had incidentally seen his payments reduced due to new regulations on security members whenever items went missing from their secured areas.

"His name is Mr. Song. He has been here for five months,"

[katebisxop]

rest easy, baby

summary: your girlfriend comes home from a mission more tired than usual.

warnings: absolute fluff; really short...; i forgot how to write; no pronouns used

wc: 736

a/n: trying out a new format.. pls lmk if u want more of her (i do) bc i have a touch-starved, clingy ava idea forming ;)

the moon is halfway through its shift when you wake up from your nap, neck aching from the awkward angle it was put in. pulling yourself off of the couch of your apartment, you scan the empty walls, disappointment easing out a sigh from your chest. the buzz of silence fills the room, your gaze attracted to the dim lights reflecting yourself off the windows. nightlife goes on in the streets, a map of reds and greens and whites, and you wonder if perhaps one of those cars could be your girlfriend coming home at last.

but her constant absence is expected. ava working for valentina meant endless, longlasting missions. you spend many sleepless nights wondering if she'd ever come home, night — or the lack thereof — framing your dull eyes. texts go unanswered, calls are missed, planned dates are cancelled. it's something you've stopped yourself from expecting long ago, buried down the ill feelings of this far-from-normal relationship, focused on the good things, on ava, on what she needed you to be when she needed you.

she might not return tonight, you think to yourself, an undercover mission, or overseas.

with a sigh you find yourself in the kitchen, a glass settled between your fingers. your breathing steadies alongside the gentle trickle of water, mind clearing with it.

the silence could be too much at times, your only companion in the absence of warmth and laughter. but you persevere, as any other civilian residing in new york.

a gulp, two, and perhaps you should go to bed now as you have work tomorrow.

you're about to rinse the glass and retire for the night before gloved hands snake around your waist. fingers splayed flat against your stomach, solidity framing your own form from behind. the manner in which they appear does not alert you, rather putting a relieved smile on your face instead as a voice husks into your ear. "why're you still up?"

a hand brings up to caress the cheek resting on your shoulder, the other pulling off ava's glove so that you can feel her skin on yours. fingers interlock, and you note the weariness with which she speaks, as if every syllable is forced out, an effort to be uttered.

you turn around to face ava, your eyes darting from the dark locks clinging to her forehead, the small cut that hadn't been there this morning, her own gaze an inch away from shutting close from exhaustion.

your arms loop around her shoulders, bringing her closer. "waiting for you to come home."

a smile graces the room, graces ava's face. "i'll always come home."

only a hum returns as a reply, and she holds you for a little while. you savor the moment, treasure the way you have her caged in your arms and you in hers, but her head droops a little low and her breathing slows.

"are you alright?" you ask with a worried tone. she picks up on it immediately and jerks upright.

"i'm just tired, darling," she reassures, and while the accent on the name usually gets you in a puddle, the fatigue in the lilt of her voice catches your attention. you push her gently away, her face cradles in your hands. you survey her expression, feel your chest tighten at her state. "so tired," she adds, but it comes out as a barely audible sigh.

if things were to go your way you'd have a talk with valentina, demand a vacation and less of a pressuring workload on your girl, but you knew that wasn't the case. your fingers caress her cheek lovingly, ava closes her eyes, "you should rest, then."

her own hand chases the feel of your own, and her stare locks with yours. "will you lay with me?"

you open your mouth to inform her of your early departure later in the morning, but the vulnerability with which she looks at you stops you in your tracks.

"can you stay?"

she almost pleads, and how can you say no to this opportunity when it's all you've ever wanted. you pull her along to the bedroom, giggle under your breaths as you help her out of her suit, and when she burrows in beneath the blankets by your side, close to you, heating you up further from the cold of the room, you've made up your mind: you're calling in sick to work tomorrow.

[ivesambrose]

PAC: WHAT WILL BRING YOU JOY

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You may have felt a sense of helplessness of late. As though certain events and circumstances have genuinely been out of your control. Might have gone through some betrayals that led to certain necessary endings or have been dealing with loss that may have impacted your mental health too. Certain things have been necessary and whether you're fully aware of it or not, you do feel lighter. You will feel much lighter in the coming months eventually. For most of you, I'm seeing dancing, performance arts as well as a retreat to somewhere open and green will bring you joy. You really really need to fill your lungs with fresh air. Some of you have been on the edge or rather anxious and sleepless too. You need to breathe. Being around or tending to animals will bring you joy too. Learning about health and wellness will also do you well. Some of you will find joy in painting with water colors or taking quiet walks late at night (stay safe please) some of you could also use a swim or take up swimming for yourself. You need to pause and appreciate the things you don't really pay attention to. Maybe even listen to your subconscious more and block the external noise out this could also mean decluttering your room and/or surroundings as well.

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You may have felt out of place or felt as though you have lacked community or resources for yourself. You're very protective of yourself and your energy as well as whatever you've accumulated by yourself be it in matters of wealth or any other accolades. You have a creative fire within you that is supposed to burn bright enough to illuminate the way without burning you out. Writing, communicating, journaling, learning, nurturing yourself and others will bring you joy. Celebrate yourself and the smallest wins in your life. Your thoughts, ideas, words, your voice especially and your mere presence is immensely powerful and this mere gift that you possses will inevitably turn your life around when you least expect it. Explore the world ahead, you do posses the ability to manifest it. The only reason you think it's denied to you is because you're afraid of taking the leap of faith. But rest assured, when time comes, it will feel right and you wouldn't have to overthink it. Till then, work on channeling your emotions into something creative that feels meditative at the same time. You don't require external validation for this. Learn to regulate your nervous system and self soothe too. You may also end up being a part of or building a community of people who feel like family too.

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You may have felt severely isolated and it's not a new emotion, it's been lingering on and off for quiet some time. You've gained necessary wisdom however and learned to feel safe and welcome in your own company. You've likely also felt extremely defensive and at wits end with the people you've encountered as well. You're craving change and will invite a major one soon enough. For you, self expression of any form be it experimenting with your aesthetic or even transforming yourself completely be it your physical body, the way you look or the way you see the world will bring you joy. Some of you are also born entertainers some of you might really be into makeup or cosplay too. Others of you simply need to blatantly romanticize your existence and life for your own sake, treat it as cinema and watch your plot unfold. You're meant to make an impact of some sort, use your influence well and wisely. You have massive will power and perseverance. But that doesn't mean you need to treat every day like an active battle field that you need to survive. Some of you need to know that, even if the past feels familiar you can't live there if you seek to expand your horizons. The world is waiting for you as much as you're waiting for the world. Erase the mental and emotional distance you have put between you and what you desire.

[cocteaucherry]

another silly gojo thing I wrote with pregnant reader (I was inspired by Kali’s pregnancy announcement 🩷)

a/n- (I promise pt 3 of LTLM is coming out later today or tomorrow)

cw- pregnancy, talks of sexual situations, gojo being gojo :p

The day Satoru found out you were pregnant was a day you’ll never forget.

It was a freezing morning in January and you had just finished taking down the Christmas decorations (yeah it was a few weeks after Christmas but you both were lazy) you let out a huff wiping your hands as you stared at the old cardboard boxes that housed the glittery decorations, it made you feel more emotional than usual seeing yet another year pass.

You heard the door burst open and you turned to find your husband dragging in a bunch of wires and lights, “ six hundred twinkling lights taken down by your one and only!” He exclaimed, dropping the lights and using his foot to close the door, “you sure? I could’ve sworn I heard you on the verge of using Hollow Purple.” You said playfully as you gazed lovingly at your husband.

“What?! No! I was of course gonna take you out of the house first!” The blue eyed male chuckled as he walked towards you immediately wrapping his arms around your waist, “I think I deserve a kiss for my bravery and perseverance.” He hummed his hands running over the slight pudge in your stomach, “Do you really?” You peered up at his face to be met with a very shocked expression, you chuckled nervously staring at his over exaggerated face.

Gojo could tell something was off for the past few days, frequent bathroom trips, slight nausea in the morning and your missed period. (He might be the strongest but he’s not the smartest) and now your cursed energy was changing he sensed it when he walked in it was almost doubled. “I mean this is the BEST way possible, let me stress BEST, are you somehow maybe- just a little bit ermm.. pregnant?”

Your mind went blank at the question, “Maybe?” You shrugged your shoulders, “it would make sense..” your mind tried to calculate the last time you and Gojo were intimate but Gojo calculated for you, “Christmas.” He said his mouth was still wide open, “yeah , maybe wrapping myself like a present wasn’t the best idea.” You giggled and Satoru was quick to retort with a red face, “you practically had nothing on! You can’t blame me!” Gojo pouted, rubbing the back of his neck, “can we go buy some tests to confirm your theory?”

About seven tests later it was confirmed, you were pregnant.

Of course tears and hugs were shared and you wanted to share the news with your friends but Gojo stopped you claiming he wanted to see how long you both could go unnoticed, he also opted to buy a camcorder to track your happy moments. It was more of a nostalgia thing. (Even while you're pregnant he’s still dramatic.)

By the time you were breaching your second trimester a lot of things changed, for worse and better, the spare room in your house was converted into a full baby room, all constructed by gojo himself since he was terrified of you getting injured. The baby room was filled with expensive baby materials and toys, “Satoru.. are you sure this isn’t too much?” You stared at the room in disbelief, your hand stroking your bump, He grunted, placing a heavy box with more materials down, “What? Think I can go bigger?” He winked and opened the package.

“We don’t even know the gender yet? you yelled walking down the hallway to lay down.

Everyone in Satoru’s life knew something was up, he walked with more pep in his step and glowed even more than he already was.

“So does anyone know what’s up with Gojo-sensei?” Yuji questioned sitting on his bed, Kugusaki and Megumi on the floor visibly not listening. “Don’t know, don’t really care either.” Megumi deadpanned which earned a grin from Kugisaki, “Not sure Yuuji, have you tried asking his wife?” she asked, peering from her phone. “She hasn’t been around here in like months!” The pink haired boy exclaimed failing to connect the dots but Megumi did for him.

“Maybe she’s expecting.” He shrugged it off going back to type on his phone, “What?! You mean they-they-“ yuuji stuttered.

“Yuuji they are adults, plus it would make sense right after the holidays too. So she’d be about.."Kugisaki counted in her head, “second trimester?”

“You guys are taking this a little too well?!” Yuuji exclaimed, “oh Kugisaki and I made our own theory a few weeks ago-“

“And you didn’t tell me?!-“

Later that day you had a teary eyed pink haired teenager yapping at the door about how you didn’t tell him sooner.

[janeyseymour]

Love Languages

Summary: You're the music teacher at Abbott Elementary, and you find that Melissa Schemmenti's love language may be not-so-gentle bullying- in Italian.

WC: ~2.8k

After accepting a music teaching position in one of the rougher areas in the greater Philadelphia area, it’s safe to say that you aren’t quite sure what’s going to be coming your way. Still, you persevere and head into Willard R. Abbott Elementary School’s professional development week with a smile and your bright and sunny disposition. The only way that you think you can make it as a teacher in a less affluent area with harder backgrounds than what you’re used to is to remain as positive as possible.

You quickly learn that there are about two teachers in the school who attempt to stay as positive as you when you walk into the library for your first meeting of the school year: Janine Teagues and Jacob Hill. The rest of the teachers are older and a bit more seasoned- jaded and attuned to the situation that you’re all in. It’s an underfunded school with students who don’t necessarily come from money with a principal who can poorly manage the building at times. 

Still, as the meeting drags on (you feel like you don’t actually know what you’re walking into; most of the presentation has been pictures of Ava during her vacation this summer), you attempt to stay focused. Eventually, the topic shifts into more educational topics, and you take down a few notes despite the fact that benchmarks and other state mandated tests are not a part of your curriculum. And at some point towards the end, the principal introduces you to the rest of the staff.

“She our new music teacher,” Ava tells your new coworkers. “Don’t go scarin’ her off the way you scared off White, you hear?” She actively points at one teacher in particular with her perfectly manicured nails. “Schemmenti, I’m talkin’ to you.”

Your eyes follow the direction of Ava’s hand, and sitting there is a beautiful redhead who looks like she hasn’t been paying attention to these staff meetings for the last seven years. Striking green eyes are rolled, and Schemmenti scoffs.

At lunch, you’re just trying to heat up your meal when you’re practically bombarded by the two younger teachers who still seem to have a childlike wonder to them.

“You should sit with us so we can get to know you!” Janine smiles. She had already introduced herself and Jacob to you earlier in the day, and it’s quite clear she’s taken with your bright, yet somewhat shy, personality.

“And why would she do that, pipsqueak?” you hear a low voice growl. “I thought we had our group pretty filled out- and that was before Greg even wormed his way in.”

Your eyes search for who that voice belongs to, and it’s none other than the redhead from earlier. Damn- it’s sexy the way she speaks.

“Because, Melissa,” Janine gestures wildly. “It’s important that she feels comfortable at this school! I want her to feel just as welcome as I did my first few days here.”

“I didn’t do nothin’ to try to make you feel welcome,” Melissa states. “And I ain’t goin’ out of my way to be nice to someone who’s just going to leave us in a few days anyway.” Then she turns to look at you. “Ain’t that right, newbie?”

“I guess you’ll have to wait and find out,” you quip as the microwave signals that your food is finished. You smile at the group warmly before sighing. “While I do appreciate the invite, I have a few things I still need to set up in my room and get together. Have a nice day though!”

You exit, but not before you hear Melissa grumbling, “She’s just another leccaculo. Ass kisser.”

You aren’t, but you suppose that she doesn’t know you yet, so you let it slide and silently head off to your classroom to pour over lesson plans while you eat your meal.

That’s only the first time she calls you that. As time goes on, she gets more confident and starts insulting you in Italian to your face. The first time she has the courage to call you a leccaculo directly, you have to bite back a laugh. She has no idea you know what she’s saying- you had taken Italian all throughout high school and studied abroad in college.

“I’m not an ass kisser,” you chuckle, and your laughter only grows when emerald eyes widen with realization that you understand her. “But thanks anyway.”

She calls you a myriad of other insults in Italian as the days pass by, whether it be in the staff room or while she’s dropping off or picking her kids up from music. Occasionally, it’s when you have the unfortunate lunch duty, and she does too. And each time she does it, you just roll your eyes playfully and laugh before letting her know you know the translation, refuting her claim, and thanking her.

It almost becomes like a bit of yours- and inside joke to a certain degree. Sure, she calls the others Italian insults from time to time, but yours seem to be almost daily, if not every day. And you’re the only one who actually knows what she’s saying, which makes it all the more hilarious.

It’s not like you really mind either. It’s quite entertaining to you to see that even when she starts to switch to Sicilian slang, you know what she’s saying. It’s keeping the language alive in your mind.

“Don’t you care that she says all that stuff to you?” Janine asks you one day after Melissa has left the staff lounge.

You shrug. “It doesn’t phase me.”

“But you know what she’s saying to you,” the second grade teacher reminds you. “And it’s never nice.”

“I do,” you chuckle. “Listen, I know she’s mean, and she’s rude, but her voice is so lovely. I’d listen to her call me names all day. And I do. Even at home.”

“At home?” Janine gives you a look that tells you she’s clearly confused, but you just shrug her off with a smile. 

“I live like… seven doors down from her. When I go on my walks after school, she’s pulling into her driveway just in time to throw an insult my way. And why should I dwell on it when I know at this point, she doesn’t mean what she’s saying? She just likes speaking her language and having someone who understands what she’s saying.”

And with that, you exit the staff room to head to the bathroom before your whirlwind of an afternoon starts. 

To a degree, you’re right. The fiery Italian second grade teacher loves that she can speak in the language she used to talk in growing up. Someone finally understands what she’s saying. It’s nostalgic. But at this point, Melissa just likes hearing your voice. She likes to see that dumb smirk that you give her as you reveal that you know exactly what she was calling you, before it melts away into that bright smile of yours. Melissa Schemmenti realizes that she just might have some feelings for you.

Once she has that revelation though, she doesn’t change what she does. If anything, she lays them on a little thicker, challenging you to fight her back or tell her she’s gone too far with a few of her insults. But of course, you’re a champion and you can only laugh at some of the insanely creative insults she comes up with in a foreign language.

“You have quite the imagination when it comes to what you choose to say,” you chuckle as she hurls one at you while picking her students up. “I am indeed not… that, but thank you.”

She’s about to say something else while her students wait for her at the corner of the hall, but then Barbara is coming down with her students, and you’re forced to turn your brain back on to work with kindergarteners.

“Well, Miss Schemmenti,” you smirk. “I can’t wait to see what you come up with next.”

“Neither can I, Cagacazzo.” The redhead chuckles.

“Not that either,” you playfully roll your eyes before turning to the kindergarten teacher. “Why, hello Mrs. Howard!”

“Hello dear,” Barbara greets you warmly, a hand stretching out to gently squeeze your arm. “How are you today?”

“I’m wonderful,” you smile. “But I think my day is about to get better, now that I have your kiddos.”

“I do hope they behave for you,” Barb tells you, although she gives a few of her more rowdy students a pointed look.

“They always do,” you assure her sweetly. Only then do you realize that Melissa is still standing there. “Miss Schemmenti? You there?” you tease.

The redhead begins to flounder for words, but Barbara steps in to save her. “Melissa and I were going to chat on our ways back to the classrooms, dear. Don’t mind her.”

In all truth, the second grade teacher just loves how your voice sounds. It’s amazing the way that you can switch from a lower register in your vocals while teasing her and bantering with her before raising your pitch and sounding like an angel to speak with Barbara and her students.

The two head off once you explain to the small class what they’re to do upon entering your classroom and ushering them in. 

The pair is a few paces away when Barbara leans in and quietly whispers, “Girl, you have it bad for Y/N.”

“I do not,” Melissa grumbles her denial as she gestures for her students to continue on down the hallway.

“Don’t act like you don’t,” the kindergarten teacher hums. “I see the way you look at her, mmm, yes.”

“You’re crazy.”

“Not as crazy as you are if you don’t notice that you want to court the music teacher,” Barbara chuckles lowly as she turns into her own classroom.

“Barb!” Melissa rolls her eyes. “I don’t know how many times I have to tell you, this ain’t Bridgerton!”

“It may not be,” the kindergarten teacher quips. “But I know what my eyes see!”

“Sei pazza,” Melissa calls back as she too enters her room. “Crazy!”

Barbara Howard is a lot of things, but crazy isn’t one of them. And both veteran teachers at the school know it. 

A few weeks pass, and the routine that you find yourself in with the redhead continues on as usual. The routines that you find yourself in with the others soldiers on. Melissa is snarky and hard to read, often times brushing you off. You still allow her to insult you with a smile and a laugh, refuting every name that she calls you. You settle into easy conversation with the others at lunch, always excited to hear what they’re doing in their classrooms that week, or to just converse about whatever could be going on in their minds at that moment.

You find that you quite enjoy having this odd little group as your work family. You’re not quite sure how you managed to weasel yourself into their very tight knit group, but you aren’t complaining. It makes working at Abbott a lot easier than when you were working in a school where homeroom teachers essentially told you that you weren’t a real teacher. How they could treat you like that baffled you then, and it baffles you to this day. You’re just thankful you got out of there and are now being appreciated at your new place of employment.

“Have a nice weekend,” you tell your colleagues as you go to leave the staff room. You smile brightly and wave at them before smirking. “And no, Melissa, I am not whatever you were going to call me this time.”

“Damn, taking my fun away,” the redhead grumbles. “I’ll just save it for when you’re on your walk later.”

You actually don’t see the redhead pulling in while you’re on your daily after school walk to decompress. Her car isn’t in the driveway either, so you know she isn’t home. It’s odd, sure, but once you’ve passed, you don’t think much else of it.

The weekend is here, and you thank goodness for that. The kids have been amped up what with the holiday season about to kick off with Halloween before leading into November and December. 

Once you return from your walk, you’re showered and changed into sweatpants, takeout is ordered and eaten; you’ve allowed yourself to indulge after the hectic week. You have no plans other than to curl up with a glass of wine and a good book. If you drink enough, you may just end up at the keyboard that you have set up, or perhaps you’ll bring out the guitar that sits in the corner of your living room. But you know one thing for sure: you are not leaving the comfort of your own home.

You’re about two-thirds of the way through your small bottle of wine and getting a bit restless laying on the couch with your book. You sigh softly as you put your bookmark in place and stand to head for the keyboard when your phone lights up.

Melissa Schemmenti is calling you? It’s… you glance at the clock on your wall. It’s nearing eleven. Why is she calling you?

“Melissa?” you answer, clearly confused.

“I- I don’t know why I called. Sorry. Have a good night,” the redhead’s voice crackles through the phone. And even though you aren’t with her, and you really have no idea why she’s calling this late at night, you can sense that there’s something off with her. She doesn’t have the same bit that she usually does- she almost sounds… scared?

But before you can react, the call disconnects. You shoot her a text asking if everything is alright, and when five minutes go by without a reply, you run a tired hand over your face before pulling your shoes on.

You’ve never really noticed how eery the area that you reside in is at night. You’re rarely out this late, and when you are, you aren’t walking the streets. Still, you head in the direction of the redhead’s house. It doesn’t take you long. Once you’re at her front door, you take a fortifying breath before knocking gently.

You shouldn’t be shocked when she opens the door wielding a weapon: her precious baseball bat.

“Seriously?” you ask. “I knocked so gently, how could you think someone was trying to hurt you?”

“I never know,” Melissa answers. “I bet you’re an idiota who answers the door without a bat, aren’t you?”

You chuckle softly. “I am not an idiot, but I can say with confidence that I don’t have a baseball bat with me when I open the door.”

“Well, you should,” the redhead counters. “Why are you here?”

“Melissa, you called me at eleven at night sounding terrified and then didn’t answer my text. I do care about you. you know. I wanted to make sure you were okay,” you tell her as she sets down her baseball bat.

Your coworker hums gently. “I thought you were barely tolerating me this whole time. I mean, I’ve seen how you are with the others- and I’m not like that. I can’t be like that, even if I wanted to.”

“I know,” you smile softly. “You’re not easy to know, and you make it hard to like you sometimes. But I’ve always liked a challenge, and sometimes you have to meet people at their own pace.”

“But I didn’t expect you to come all the way out here. I wasn’t thinking; I just woke up scared and calling you was the first thing I could do. You didn’t need to check up on me.” Melissa welcomes you into her house.

“No,” you sigh as you make your way into her house. “But I wanted to. Thank you for letting me in.”

“You’re thanking me for letting you into my house?” the redhead quirks a brow.

You chuckle. “Well, that. But also for letting me in and past your rough exterior. You’re finally starting to meet me halfway.”

The redhead just rolls her eyes. “Just because I called you in a moment of weakness doesn’t mean I don’t still think you’re a barbone.”

“I can’t be a bum,” you smile cheekily. “I have a job, a house, and I came all this way to check on you in the middle of the night.”

“Only an idiota would venture out at eleven at night without a baseball bat,” Melissa counters. “You know I ain’t letting you walk home alone now. So, how about a glass of wine, and maybe a movie before I shove you in my guest room for the night?”

It only occurs to you after you wake up the next morning (on the couch, with Melissa using your chest for a pillow), that she could’ve just driven you home.

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[lheslie]

Married life with Gun

This man would make sure you had a house, health insurance, EVERYTHING THAT YOU NEED, PERIOD.

If he's going to settle down with you, imagine living in the countryside where there's peace and quiet while he farms crops, that's his ideal life.

Except for the fact that he still is the head of the Yamazaki Clan on the sidelines.

So yes, Imagine a Mansion in the countryside filled with Yakuzas inside and outside, guarding you and ensuring your safety.

He would dismiss them a lot when you're with him, he doesn't want you involved in the Clan's business.

You have a no-killing inside-the-house policy or even outside the garden, so they'd have to bring their enemies like 2-3 kilometers away from the house before killing them.

You're surprised Gun agreed to that; he also doesn't want any mess inside his perfect home, doesn't he?

He also follows you wherever you go to protect you from his enemies, and if you are not present otherwise, he'd appoint some of his men to guard you.

He'd want a child with you, of course, preferably a male, a successor to the Clan; make sure he won't turn into a masochist like Gun, please.

He would cherish the child without knowing it at first glance; he doesn't know how to love the child as it took time for him to trust and bond with you, so it'll be the same with your child; you'll have to teach him how to bond with your baby.

The best father, though, doesn't know what to do or say, he goes with the flow with you and gives the shittiest father's advice when it comes to practical problem.

He'll be present at every parent-teacher meeting, awards, graduation, birthday party, and many more.

But he will give you THE BEST advice when you're in the middle of a fight.

He would watch on the sidelines; he wouldn't step in and help your kid because he'll need to learn; that's what Gun said.

But he'll step in when it's VERY much needed; that's how he loves; he teaches you perseverance and survival skills and gives you a reality check.

Although you don't want Gun to teach your child like this, inevitably, he isn't going to end up in the middle of a fight, considering he is Gun's son Heir to the Yamazaki Clan.

So if you want a kid, it's your choice from Gun's perspective; he'll understand and support your decision, but remember there are consequences to your actions.

And if you don't have a kid with Gun, he'll probably appoint the family with the strongest head, that's loyal to him as Heir to the Clan.

Attending Clan meetings is optional; I mean, Gun's the head; disobeying is a death sentence.

Watch out for the cunning heads in the Clan, though. They'll try and take the opportunity to send their children to seduce Gun himself into taking Consorts for child rearing or additional status in the Clan.

Being soft isn't an option here; Gun knows that, so you'll have to be strong in your own right to protect yourself as well; that's why Gun loves strong women who can.

Because he can't handle damsels in distress while he's fighting off enemies alone, he needs someone who can match his level and energy to an extent; it doesn't have to be strong to kill; he just needs them to survive and understand him as who he is.

He doesn't want any weakness, just strength, and more strength, and it'll also have to come from you.

And, of course, all of that aside, he still spoils you with luxury items imported from different countries.

Vacation to different countries is a normal activity that is held once a week or 3 times a month.

If you like flowers, expect a beautiful garden inside your mansion that is delicately handled by experts.

If you like eating delicacies, there's a Michelin chef in the kitchen; beware about commenting on their food; Gun might cut the Chef's hands if it isn't up to your liking.

If you like clothes, he'd have a personal designer that caters your clothing to your style.

If you like jewelry, he'll have them handcrafted immediately.

He has the money, and he can't even bring that to his grave, so why not spend it while he can?

What else makes him happy when he sees you smiling at the gift he has given you?

All the bloodshed from extorting money was all worth it to see your smile in front of him.

Yes, most of your belongings came from other people's suffering, blood, sweat, and tears.

You better enjoy it or it will all be for naught if you didn't.

Because that's how Gun shows his love and affection, the only way he knows how.

He is very possessive as well when it comes to you, making him feel all types of weird feeling inside his chest, he gets jealous when you talk to other people, but he tries to be better and tolerates it.

He definitely got into a fight once because someone was looking maliciously at you.

He also bought you the biggest ring after that, making sure people can see that you were already his and his alone.

He enjoys holding your hands, he doesn't talk about it, but he loves it when you embrace him with your warmth and love.

He can't explain it, but he wants more.

[oakparchment]

No Nut November with Itzy

Male Reader x Yuna, MR x Lia, MR x Chaeryeong, MR x Ryujin, MR x Yeji

Length: 1,479 words

Tags: cumplay, edging, blue balls, creampie, facials, NNN, cum slut

Summary: How each member of Itzy handles you going through NNN (No Nut November).

AO3

A/N: For a NNN post this story has a lot of cum.

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Yuna is a cum slut. Neither of you have any chance of surviving NNN.

After just the first day or so she’s already begging for it: “I’ve been a good girl, don’t you think I deserve to be fucked by your cock? Don’t you think I deserve to be painted with your cum?”All whilst looking at you with the wildest fuck me eyes and pushing her clothed tits into you.

Your will was simply not strong enough to resist Yuna when she gets like this, and so you give her what you both want. You nut on her, in her, sometimes both in the same day. Yuna turns No Nut November into something more like Never stop Nutting November. Her day isn't finished unless she gets at least one load, and you're more than happy to give it to her.

Oh well, maybe she'll be less cum hungry this time next year?

Fail.

Lia is very subservient to you during November and goes along with your whims. If you persevere throughout the weeks then she’ll support you along the whole way, doing her best to distract you whenever you get horny. When she feels you getting hard against her ass at night, she’ll turn over and make conversation instead. Or if she can sense you’re about to boil over, she’ll make plans for you both to keep yourselves busy.

But if you instead completely give in, then in a moments notice she’s either on her knees with her tongue out, or bent over with her lips spread apart, ready to use her own body purely to give you pleasure and to extract your cum.

Even when you’re tracking well throughout the month, it’s not like you can completely keep your hands off each other. She likes to suckle on your sensitive balls, massaging them in her mouth whilst you run your fingers through her hair and scalp. 

Schrodinger's Cat. Whether you succeed or fail is completely up to you.

When you present the idea to her, Chaeryeong goes along with it initially but quickly gets impatient and horny. When you’re home she’ll try to hide the fact that she's fucking wet to help you push through, but when you’re out she’ll send you nudes. Scandalous pictures of herself bent over in front of the mirror, her ass wide on display. Or an upwards angle that shows both her dripping wet pussy and her best ‘fuck me’ face. The messages under it read "Can't wait until this month is over so you can be inside me again" or “I've been a good girl and haven’t touched myself yet, can you tell?”

It’s obvious. She wants to break your will down so that you can pound her creamy little pussy and fill her up with cum. Chaeryeong tortures herself along with you, choosing to participate in NNN together, refusing to cum unless you both do. You reply back with videos of your 

You last a week, maybe even two if you're lucky, but you can only tease each other for so long before you find yourself racing through the door, bending her over before you even reach the bedroom. Fucking her on the floor like wild animals in heat. Her body quivers, milking your cock as you dump a massive load inside her. Chaeryeong's pussy is a creamy mess, yours and her cum oozing out of her hole.

Fail.

Ryujin's favourite month of the year is November. Apart from little teases here and there, she doesn’t touch you at all. The most you get is ‘accidental’ grazes of her hand on your hard-on as she walks past. Or when she stretches in bed at night and for one fleeting moment she grinds her ass into your bulge. If you try to initiate anything, or touch yourself, dommy Ryujin comes out. She’ll clutch your balls a bit too hard, or slap you just to let you know who’s in control.

Ryujin will make you watch as she rides on her thick dildo, saying things like “I know you wish I was bouncing up and down on your cock instead. You want to feel my pussy walls suffocating that pathetic throbbing cock, hmm?” From start to end, you have to watch Ryujin fuck herself whilst she humiliates you, and you’re not allowed to do anything about it. “This dildo probably feels better than you anyway, I’m glad I don’t have to feel you inside of me.” You are both well aware this is a blatant lie, but for the course of the month you grit your teeth and go along with it.

On the last day of November you’re so sensitive that even just playing with your balls sends shocks throughout your body, which Ryujin is acutely aware of. Without ever giving attention to your cock, she sucks and plays with your balls for what feels like an hour straight. You’re so touch deprived and tender that this alone eventually makes you cum. That’s right. Ryujin went through all of that just to make you lose NNN on the last day without even touching your cock. She’s a fucking cunt and she knows it.

Fail.

Yeji edges you, using you like a sex toy to get herself off without ever letting you finish. She'll suck you off or fuck you as usual, but anytime you get even remotely close to cumming she’ll stop. If you’re in Yeji’s mouth then she’ll release you from her warmth with a loud pop and then sit on your face. If you’re pounding away at her pussy then she’ll pull you out and finish herself off with a vibrator. You can’t do anything but watch as she squirts all over you.

Your balls ache. Badly. And the further into the month you go, the shorter your edging sessions last before you’re about to nut and she switches to getting herself off. Numerous times you get so damn close to spilling over, but she knows just how to ride the edge. The last week is torturous, and it makes going about the rest of your life difficult.

At midnight of December 1st, the month rolls over (a moment that you have been waiting for since the first night she edged you). Yeji is fast asleep but not even the world ending could stop you now. With your pulsing cock in hand, you pull her silk pajama shorts to the side and thrust balls deep. Yeji’s gentle breathing turns into high pitched moans, announcing that she's awake. You fuck her pussy hard and fast. This was never going to last more than a minute or two, you’re only after one thing here; to ravage her until you came. Now it was her turn to be nothing but a slutty little sex toy.

As much as you appreciate her, this past month of torture has also built up a small amount of resentment towards her that could not be ignored. It was something that you know will wash away as soon as you finally release this load. Wanting to punish her a little, you pull out and switch holes, fucking into her tight ass instead. Yeji groans deeply, but you slap her face and spit in her mouth in response. Given that she wore no panties and her ass was prepped, she clearly knew something like this would happen. How can she be such a good yet bad girl at the same time? After another handful of thrusts, your inevitable peak arrives. A blinding orgasm follows. The only reason you don’t black out is through sheer will of not wanting to let this nut go to waste after waiting 30 days. You pump a couple loads into her ass, then pull out and thrust back into her pussy. After sufficiently painting her guts white, you find your cock still spurting, so you jerk yourself off onto her abs, her tits, her face, and finally depositing the last few drops onto her stretched out tongue. You step back and admire your masterpiece. An entire month of your built up edging load lays inside and on Yeji, who looks up at the ceiling, panting with a wide smile and fucked out exprssion on her face. Her double creampie starts to drip out of both her holes. A trail of your cum spans from her stomach to her perky tits, and of course she also has what appears to be a full load of a facial despite all the cum throughout the rest of her body. She is a cum dumpster, through and through.

Would you go through all that again next November? Almost certainly not. But in this moment would you say it was worth it? Yeji licks up the cum around her lips whilst fingering your cum deeper into her, chasing her own nut.

Absolutely it was.

NNN with Yeji. Success.

A/N: If you're one of the people who chooses to participate in NNN, I hope this smut didn't make you cum. But then again if you're doing the challenge then should you really be browsing porn?

[concretejunglefm]

Entering with a Matty soft thot that won't leave my brain.

This tweet. You've known each other for a few months and you're getting closer. Kinda flirty but nothing serious yet. You're at a friend's wedding and you both mutually agreed to go not exactly together but not with anyone else. You know he hates dancing, you've never even tried to get him to. But as you're sitting at a table and you've had no problem dancing by yourself to all the fast songs you like your favourite slow song ever comes on and Matt can see your eyes light up, he sees your fingers drumming the table a little and the way you're swaying in your chair. He doesn't know why but he stands up and grabs you by the hand, and leads you to the dance floor, you dance silently for the whole song and then as it ends you slowly kiss for the first time ever.

You get back to your table and lean into him "I thought you didn't dance?" "Shut up" as he blushes and puts his arm around your chair

back to thinking about Matthew Dierkes and Chappell's casual again

EEK!!! I adore this, bb! You don’t mind if I run a little crazy with it? 💕

First of all, the relentless teasing you’re going to do the second you see him dressed up—actually dressed up. Not in a full suit, but a nice shirt, dress pants, and shoes??

“Who are you trying to impress?” you tease when he turns up at your doorstep looking like he’s just stepped out of a catalog or a wedding magazine. He’s even gone to the effort of not wearing his cap and styling his hair, and the way it falls back when he runs his fingers nervously through it makes him look like an 80s heartthrob.

He just rolls his eyes and mutters, “I’ll leave without you right now.”

The wedding is beautiful, of course. Your friend looks gorgeous, and the groom is… well, there, I guess—but all eyes are on her. At the reception, everyone’s up dancing and having a fabulous time. You never said anything to Matt about dancing—he’s your not-date date, after all—but you don’t notice the way he’s watching you. How he tugs at his collar, looking a little nervous as he catches your fingers tapping to the rhythm of the music.

You look like you’re itching to get up again after the faster songs have passed, but you hesitate. Why, though? You wouldn’t be alone. Even during the slow songs, the dance floor is filled with strangers mingling, encouraged by alcohol and celebration. Truthfully, Matt’s starting to wish he still drank—if only for a little Dutch courage, but either way, he perseveres, deciding to go for it before he talks himself out of it.

His hand is clammy, but he hopes you don’t notice as he confidently reaches for yours, because if there’s one thing Matt excels at, it’s projecting confidence, even when he doesn’t feel it.

“Come on,” he says.

You furrow your brow at him but don’t resist as he gently guides you toward the dance floor, joining the other couples. There’s a sudden fluttering in your stomach—either he’s giving you butterflies, or that shrimp salad starter was a mistake.

You glance around nervously, but Matt draws your attention back to him with a quiet, “Look at me.”

You mouth, What are you doing? just before his hand settles on your hip, pulling you closer and your arms wrap loosely around his neck.

“Asking you to dance,” he murmurs.

The song is slow, melodic, and you sway together gently—not really in sync with the beat, but in your own little world where rhythm doesn’t matter. You don’t say another word. You just look at each other. There’s a softness in the silence, something warm and tentative, something shy.

His eyes don’t leave yours—except to flick down to your lips, watching the quick sweep of your tongue as it passes over them, and then, just as the song begins to fade out, he pulls you into a dip, making you giggle. When he stands you upright, his mouth captures yours in a soft, claiming kiss. It deepens slowly, his lips moving with yours as your hands drift down to rest against his chest, while his settle on your back—one sliding up to the nape of your neck to keep you close, to keep you from breaking away too soon. Not until he’s had his fill.

When you finally part, you’re breathless and speechless all at once, your legs jelly-like from the warmth now spreading through you, and yet, he looks calm as ever. Cool as a cucumber—except for the way his heart is hammering beneath your hand.

As you step back, he gently guides you with a hand on your lower back toward your seat. It takes a moment, but once you’re seated, you finally find your voice again. You lean in and whisper playfully, “I thought you didn’t dance.”

It’s like the magic of the moment fades just a little—for now, but even as he grumbles a soft, “Shut up,” there’s no mistaking the flicker of affection in his grin.

Being sooooo self indulgent with my choice of song you dance to because Texas and country music, but this just fits your flirty vibe 🙂‍↕️

[sepiapol]

You have been under my care for over two years now, and though they haven't been without conflict or fuss (mostly from your end, I have been very fair), you have come out wonderfully. The estrogen has done wonders for your body. Your breasts have filled out exquisitely, and your body has curved and smoothed out in such a way that it would be erroneous to call it "male". Face it missy, you're damn hot now. Ah ah! Don't tell me how you didn't choose any of this! I can see you blushing. And in your adorable little outfit too. I don't remember getting you this blouse. You bought it yourself. However, we'll have a talk about you using my card to buy clothes behind my back some other time. The important thing is that you have made incredible progress, thanks to my guiding hand of course. Which means it's time for the next step.

Oh. I see you trembling. Which means you guessed what this is about. That's right. It's time to get you to the doctor to have that little something between your legs rearranged. Oh please, don't be like that! That little member of yours has shrinked so much it's merely vestigial at this point. Your anti-androgen shots have made you effectively sterile too. It's time for it to go my dear. Aaww don't cry! There there. I know this is difficult, but you'll unlock a whole new world without that thing inside your pants in the way.

And you won't have to worry about a thing. The doctor I know is a consummate professional, and very much aware of our little... situation. So don't try to squeal about how I've been keeping you by my side against your will cut off from everyone you know and that you have never consented to any of my impositions and prescriptions. She knows. And she won't help you. Besides, we both know that your resistance is merely token after so many years. I have effectively broken you, missy. This is just the final step. I believe you can persevere the needed recovery after your imminent operation, and come back a stronger and happier woman for it.

Just imagine the possibilities of being made so readily penetrable. Of being so complete in your womanhood. Your new pussy will unlock many avenues of sensation for you. Plus you won't have to tuck anymore, I know how you always complain about how uncomfortable it makes you. What do you have to lose? Besides the ability to pee standing up? Please. And if it helps you make peace with it, just know that I'm not asking for your permission. This will happen. I'll leave you some time to think. Because tomorrow we're visiting the doctor. She will explain to you all the intimate details. See you till dinner!

[formulakracing]

night changes - d.r.

pairing: fem!reader x daniel ricciardo

word count: 1k

warnings: some cursing here and there, alcohol consumption, danny bein' a little shit, mostly cutesyyyyy shit hehehe, yadayadayada

a.n. -> yes, this fic is based off the song night changes by one direction. (and a request that was sent in!)

⨯ . ⁺ ✦ ⊹ ꙳ ⁺ ‧ ⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . * ꙳ ✦ ⊹⨯ . ⁺ ✦ ⊹ ꙳ ⁺ ‧ ⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . * ꙳ ✦ ⊹⨯ . ⁺ ✦ ⊹ ꙳ ⁺

clink, clink, clink!

lightly, you tap your spoon against the champagne flute, clearing your throat. as hundreds of eyes fall on you, there's a beat of silence. anxiety courses through your veins, yet you know you have to persevere.

after all, this wasn't about you.

it was about danny.

"good evening, everyone," sucking in a breath, you shift uneasily, the nerves overtaking the buzz for just a moment, "first of all, i would like to thank everyone for joining us in celebrating our love. i cannot express how grateful i am to be surrounded by all of our dearest friends and family members."

daniel is beside you, perched in his chair at the head table. the golden hue of the lights create a warm ambiance, softening his features. yet, when you glance over at him, you can't help but notice the stars that glisten in his gaze.

he nods, encouraging you to continue. taking your hand, fingers intertwine with yours. he gives you a gentle squeeze, dimples forming as he bears a quaint grin.

"before we begin the real party, i wanted to present daniel with a gift. i was going to give it to him during our rehearsal dinner, but i decided to wait. i figured it would be best if you all were here to watch it as well."

your hand trembles, yet you continue, the words thready as you fight the lump forming in your throat. tears begin to well up, blurring your vision as you look back down at love of your life.

"d-daniel, i know this gift is extremely corny, but i think it best represents our love story. you are the man of my dreams, and i cannot wait to love you and show you off for the rest of our lives. i hope that by the time this is finished, everyone will know how much i fucking adore and cherish you. max, could you please roll the gift in?"

max verstappen, the best man, gives you a salute, promptly disappearing behind an array of flower garlands. to your far left, a white sheet rolls down from a wooden setup, a specially crafted rig from your father for the big day. max wheels in a cart, your laptop resting on the top shelf.

he plugs a cable into the designated port, giving you a thumbs up. as you sit back down, daniel places a hand on your thigh, leaning over.

"what is this?"

"just be patient," a giggle bubbles up in your throat, "you'll see in just a few seconds."

the lights of the outdoor venue dim as an image projects onto the sheet, the crowd maintaining their silence. there are a few whispers, but you ignore them, honing in on the display before you.

"hey guys," a clip of you begins to roll, "you will not fucking believe what just happened! daniel just won in monaco!"

"holy shit," daniel's voice is barely a whisper, almost breathless, "baby, where did you-"

"shhh," you place a finger on his lips, "just watch!"

a new clip flashes on the makeshift screen, the moments following his 2018 monaco win. he's at the edge of the pool, surrounded by the red bull crew. you're there as well, lingering in the background. yet, daniel is persistent to have you front and center, grasping your arm gently. he manages to pull you into the pool with him, the two of you erupting into laughter as you come to the surface.

there's a second where you see him cup your cheek, his thumb brushing a soaked strand away before he pulls you in for a kiss. members of the crew dive in, filled to the brim with euphoria.

there are a few photos that flash across the screen. one from daniel's debut as a formula one driver, where the two of you swore you were "just friends." then there was one of the two of you as children, bearing wide, toothy grins as you played outside. another is your prom, where daniel flew in from australia to attend the dance with you.

flash forward to his time with red bull as their third driver. the two of you are filming a tik tok, more than likely for a sponsorship on your end. the video shows daniel playfully slapping your ass before you hiss at him, reminding him that the camera was on. he just shrugs before making eye contact with the lens, smacking your buttcheek once again.

another video rolls, a tender moment of the two of you dancing at a wedding a few years back. he's holding you close, your head resting against his chest, your lashes fluttering as you sway along to the music. his head lowers, the australian whispering a strand of words that weren't quite picked up by the audio.

the audience coos as there is a plethora of baby photos that appear, as the two of you practically grew up together. since your father was stationed in australia till you were thirteen, you shared many fond memories with daniel.

truly, you had no idea how intertwined your paths were until it all unfolded on screen before you.

he was your soul mate. the only man you had ever loved. and the only man you were going to continue to love.

until the end of time.

"that was the moment i knew i was going to marry you," his voice shakes, and you can't help but notice the glimmer of a tear as it rolls down, "fuck, how did you even find these?"

heat floods your cheeks, "i've been saving them here and there."

he takes your hand, bringing it to his lips, "that was a beautiful gift, my love. i couldn't imagine anything more perfect than that."

"it wasn't corny?"

"far from it," shaking his head, a hand reaches up, cupping the back of your skull. he brings you in, eyes still misty from tears.

"that is going to be something we show to our future children. and their grandchildren. and you know what they'll all say?"

"what?" your lower lip trembles, your own tears pooling up.

"they're all going to say, 'they were so in love. i hope that we find someone who we can love like that.'"