#Yes. Navy's pathetic

[karimationkat]

It's raining (doodle)

No, fr, it is currently raining

Not final designs, just had a cute idea and wanted to draw it

[fangirl-dot-com]

Incorrect Quotes

all of these were from Pinterest - cause I'm not this funny (I also couldn't wait for the next chapter to come out so here :D)

Like always comments, questions, concerns, reblogs, and likes are appreciated <3

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Y/n: I’m cool Oscar  Y/n: I’m THEE coolest  Y/n: In fact, I was once arrested for being too cool *puts on sunglasses*  Oscar: The charges were dropped because there was no supporting evidence. Also, your glasses are upside down. 

Y/n: I have a very specific type  Max: Oh yeah? Like what?  Y/n: Y’know…polite, handsome, athletic…that sort of thing  Arthur (on his fourth energy drink of the day) tripping over camera wires and holding his mic upside down: you little shit eating, damned pathetic piece of shit – now you listen here  Y/n: *heart eyes* that one. I want that one.  Max: *flabbergasted* 

Lando: bet you’re standing in the corner because you’re scared that you’ll get turned down if you talk to anyone  Y/n: please, I could fluster near everyone at this party if I chose to  Oscar: oh yeah? Prove it. Go for someone borderline impossible and I’ll believe you Y/n, approaching Arthur: hey dumbass, hoodie looks kind of cute on you, wanna get out of here?  Arthur: WH- I MEAN- UHHHH YEAH SURE  Y/n: perfect  Oscar and Lando: 

Y/n: I brought a red bull  Max: I don’t want a red bull Y/n: I didn’t bring this for you. This is my red bull. Max: then why are you telling me?  Y/n: It’s a conversation starter.  Max: That’s a lousy conversation starter  Y/n: Oh, is it? We are conversing. Checkmate *sips red bull* 

Y/n: *gently taps table*  Logan: *taps back*  Alex: what are they doing?  George: morse code Y/n: *aggressively taps table*  Logan: *slams hands down* YOU TAKE THAT BACK- 

Lewis: Treat spiders the way you want to be treated  Y/n: Killed without hesitation  Lewis: nO!

Y/n: Is stabbing someone immoral?  Mitch: Not if they consent to it.  Max: Depends on who you’re stabbing.  Christian: YES?! 

Cop: You’re receiving a ticket for having three people on one motorcycle.  Y/n: Shit  Logan: Wait, three?  Cop: yeah? Lando: OH MY GOSH OSCAR FELL OFF!! 

Max: Time for plan G.  Liam: Don’t you mean plan B?  Daniel: No, we tried plan B a long time ago. I had to skip over plan C due to technical difficulties.  Y/n: What about plan D?  Daniel: Plan D was that desperate disguise attempt half an hour ago.  Max: What about plan E?  Liam: I’m hoping not to use it. I die in plan E  Yuki: I like plan E. 

Christian: Did none of you think this was a bad idea?  *Y/n, Max, Charles, and Arthur covered in navy and red paint*  Y/n: Oh no, we all did. We just decided to do it anyway. 

George: (in sunglasses and newest Tommy Hilfiger jumpsuit) *in the most posh accent* I’m too good for revenge  Logan: (covered in bug spray, cowboy hat and overalls on, pumped full of Bang energy drink and high on freedom) *cocks shotgun* Well, I’m not. Give me the name. 

Arthur: So what’s your type?  Y/n: Kinda long blond hair, green eyes, dumb, dimples, funny, really thin waist  Arthur: Huh, that kind of sounds like me! Too bad its not me! Y/n: did I mention dumb?  Arthur: yeah, why?  Y/n: just making sure 

*Over Text* 

Y/n: Hey pretty boy, what’re you up to? :) Arthur: Eating cereal in bed  Y/n: And what would you be doing if I was in bed with you?  Arthur:…I would still be eating my cereal? 

Waitress: And what would you like to eat?  Y/n: I wish to devour the unborn  Fernando: Eggs, she would like eggs 

Y/n: Do you think that when sheep go to sleep they count themselves?  Lando: Or do they count humans?  Y/n: Ooo, that’s a good question  Oscar: GO TO SLEEP 

Y/n to Max: because I am a mature adult  *turns to see Mitch, Christian, and Vito shake their heads*  *turns back to Max*  Y/n: I am an adult 

*Dinner with Max, Y/n, Charles, and Arthur* 

Y/n: The food is too cute, I can’t eat it!  Max:  Charles:  Arthur: You’re cute, but I’d still eat y- Max: ONE DINNER  Charles: *sighs* here we go again  Max: ONE NORMAL DINNER IS ALL I ASK  Y/n: Charles, this pasta is also crunchy, I truly can’t eat this 

Ollie: Good night everyone  Arthur: Good night  Lando: Good night  Oscar: Good night  Y/n: good night. Sleep tight. Don’t let the bed bugs bite. Tonight, imma fight until we see the sunlight. Tik tok on the clock, but the party don’t stop  Oscar: I’M DONE

George (t-posing in the doorway): Greetings, parental figures and sister figure  *Y/n, Lewis, and Toto walking past*  Toto (not looking up from his coffee): Good morning, problem child 

Christian: You see, Fernando, Y/n is at the age where she only has one thing on her mind  Fernando (noticeably excited): Oh! Oh! Oh! Boys?  Max (looking over at the dead tired rookie with revenge in her eyes as she looks at Esteban): No. Murder. 

Y/n: Hey Liam, want some of this food?  Liam: Sure, thanks!  Yuki (storming in with the anger of the gods): WHO TF ATE MY LEFTOVERS THAT CLEARLY HAD MY NAME ON IT  Y/n: WE did  Liam: You surprisingly smart little mf

Y/n: Never have I ever…Been grounded by my parents!  Arthur (exasperated): Every time. She makes disownment jokes every time and she always wins  Max: Good one Kid. I always go for the ‘never had a dad who supported me.’ Charles: *stands up and walks away* 

Y/n: I’ve only said I love you to four people. Christian, Vito, Arthur, and Max when I thought he died after he wouldn’t respond after a DNF. I only regret one of those  Lando: Which one?  Y/n: Max. He was just pressing the wrong button and walked out a few minutes later. He made me look like an idiot.  Max: I let you win next race   Y/n: still

(Y/n, Logan, Lando, and George trying to sneak into RB for more energy drinks after being banned from drinking more) 

Logan: So what do you think Y/n will do as a distraction? Lando: She’ll probably, like, make a noise  George: Or throw a rock. That’s what I would do  *The door flings open and smoke follows. Screams of mechanics fill the air as they try to extinguish a small fire*  Logan:…Or she could do that. 

Y/n: When I die, donate my entire body to science  Y/n: Except my middle finger, give that to Esteban 

(max and y/n in a horror movie) 

Max: QUICK YOU’RE LOSING A LOT OF BLOOD. WHAT’S YOUR TYPE?  Y/n (bleeding out): tall, male, brown hair, dimples, caring, supportive, Monegasque Max: BLOOD TYPE DUMBASS  Y/n: oh  Y/n: (looks down at wound)  Y/n: red 

Lando: I wish we could block people in real life.  Oscar: Restraining order  Y/n: Murder 

Christian: Y/n, we need to talk about your professionalism for media days  Y/n (and a lot of media personelle she rounded up, all standing on chairs): those are some mighty brave words for someone standing in lava 

Y/n (to Max while hiding behind some tires – regretting everything): and then I called him dad  Christian (to Geri – trying not to cry while cameras are everywhere): and then she called me dad 

Max: Christian, look what Y/n got me for father’s day *holds up generic #1 dad mug*  Christian (glaring silently while sipping from his own #1 dad mug)  Max: that lying rookie Vito (holding a worn down #1 dad mug): you guys are late to the party suckers 

Criminals: We have your daughter and son  Toto: I don’t have a daughter and Jack is right here Criminals: then who just asked for warm milk and made us cut the crusts off their sandwiches?  Christian: dear God, you have Y/n and George

 

Mitch: So Christian, you and Geri want to be a parents again someday?  Christian: Someday? We’re parents right now.  Mitch: Y/n is your employee Geri: She is our BLOOD 

Christian: Max is late again  Kelly: I woke him up at 8 and pretended it was 11 Y/n: I wrote a fake schedule saying we were starting at 9 instead of 12 Lando: I changed his clock from AM to PM  Christian: I think you may have overdone it  Max (bursting into the garage): WHAT YEAR IS IT? 

Y/n: If I blended Red Bull, five hour energy, monster, coffee, and hot Cheetos into an energy smoothie...would it kill me? Logan: *shrugs* only if you die Y/n (getting out the blender): you're so smart Logan Max (running into the room): y/N STOP!

Lance: I got Netflix like you asked! Y/n: OH that's amazing! I've been mooching off Max's and Arthur's accounts for a while. This will be nice! Lance: Wait, what do you mean accounts? Y/n: Their Netflix accounts? Lance: Y/n: Like their profiles? I wanted one of my own, they're like $12 Lance: Lance:....Oh....You meant the account on the service... Y/n: Yeah, what did you think I meant? Wait...What did you buy? Lance: Lance:....Netflix...

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[cubffections]

𑁥౿ 𝓈𝓉𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝓇𝑒𝓁𝒾𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 — isagi y.

۫ ּ 𓂅⋆ cw. nsfw 18+ ! fem, sub! reader、profanity & dirty talkin'、pussydrunk! yoichi、use of nicknames、adult isagi & reader. revised reupload frm old acc ᵔᴗᵔ happy (belated) birthday yoichi 🧸 ❤︎‪

"c'mon baby, you're better than this. move those hips." isagi grunted, fingers molding around at your hips like a starved man . .

his navy blue's sparkling at how adorable your ass looked all marked up, only to look further at how hungrily your pussy clinged to him. "fuck . . you were doing so well pretty, don't tell me that's ya got?" he taunted, his voice all hot and breathy as his hips rolled punishingly into your heat. yoichi’s head replaying every hushed moan and desperate whimpers that escaped those plush lips.

"haah, f—fuck.. yoichi, m’ trying . . !" you squeaked, genuinely struggling to keep up because how could you? he looked like a dream. his pretty midnight hair sticking to his forehead as he peered down at you with nothing but desire, not sure if it was the humidity of the shower or his mean glare that had you breathless. he was eyeing down at you as if you were pathetic for even suggesting helping him release his stress. it’s so unlike the sweet, considerate yoichi you were used to.

well, not that you minded.

infact, it was the last thing on your mind when yoichi was feverishly bullying his cock into your pussy. the force of his pelvis pounding at your hips made it as if he was using you as his personal fleshlight, made solely to milk his cock. his bruised lips peppering down your neck, latching his mouth at spots that he knew raised a reaction out of you. it was as if he was in a daze, caressing your neck and tilting your neck until his kisses trailed up onto your lips before he met you with a sloppy kiss. rewarding you for the way your pussy clamped around his cock at every thrust he gave, hugging him like you couldn't live without him balls deep into your sweet pussy.

“there we go . . shit, can't pull out if i wanted to, taking me so fucking well.” isagi whispered on top of your lips. “you're too good f'me . ." he praised, his punishing thrusts shifting to slow rocks of your hips back and forth on his cock. "ah. . yoi— ngh. . sso much . ." you slurred, reaching your climax for the second time. savored moans falling out your lips as you felt his thumb circling our clit, causing your eyebrows to scrunch and lower-half tense at the overstimulation. "yoichi . .”

"mhm ? talk to me baby . ." he panted, the shower's heat catching up to him— more drunk on your pussy than ever. he was going mad, you don't know how your pussy flutters on his dick right after you cum and it’s giving him a absolute rush. oh he's so sure, he can't hold back anymore, he was gonna blow a load soon, and shit— he's gna fuck his cum soo fucking deep in you. it was the only thought he had left as he pinched at your clit, the groans leaving his lips becoming more exasperated and whiny.

catching onto this desperation, your habit of spurring him on was screaming at you to push him even further. "w—wan' ur cum, need it so— so bad!" you mewled, looking back at him as you meet his thrusts. your words babbling when his speed picked up again, adoring the hungry way he dragged his cock in you.

"shit . . need my cum huh? how greedy.” isagi grinned, tilting your face to the mirror across the shower. “look at you, tryna make the number one striker a daddy."

face flushing at the sight of yourself as your embarrassment left as soon as your knees buckled at his words. "mhm, yes ! let me daddy . . i’ve been soo good, g. . gimme m’ reward.” you panted out, a pleased noise leaving you as he quickened his pace once more, bending himself over you as his hair tickled your neck as he whispered. “ your reward ‘s right here pup, don't let any of it waste okay?" he coaxed, placing a light kiss on top of your ear.

a mix of breathless moans left both of your lips as you felt him empty himself, ruining your spoiled cunt. hushed curses leaving him as bucked his hips a couple of times into you before a new ring of your cum formed around his dick, soft whispers of affection leaving him but barely able to be heard due to the pitter-patter of the water droplets decorating on the floor.

"yoichi, baby. ." you cooed first after catching your breath, laying back against his chest, eyes closed as you blindly switched the water to a colder temperature, hand crawling up to scratch at his head. "you with me. . ?"

wrapping his hands around your waist, head following at the tranquilizing feeling of your fingers after letting out a affirmative huff. "yeah . . mm i'm right here." isagi cooed back, pressing more tender kisses on your shoulder. "thanks angel, needed that." he cooed, massaging at your curves lovingly with adoration.

"mmhm . . anything for you . .”

© CUBFFECTIONS.

[lesamis]

1810s dashboard but it's niche drama

💛 heartofanna Following

imagine cancelling someone for saying war is bad

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#didn't expect better from w*rdsworth but some people i rly thought i could count on…… #anyway we will live to see this empire fall. can't stop history lol (via @heartofanna)

speaking as someone who was press ganged at the age of 17 to serve in his majesty's royal navy i couldn't be more grateful for your poem. young men like me are cannon fodder and you spoke for so many of us. fuck napoleon but fuck parliament even more.

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stable forgiving virtuous flourishing in my lane definitely not buying poison moisturized unbothered never been better

chatterpwned-deactivated78345629743

me when i lie

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Settling this once and for all. What does the public actually think about the Parthenon marbles debate:

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lol i know it’s you lord elgin

🦉 realminerva Follow

like we joke and all but fully aside from the fact that removing the sculptures from greek soil was vulturine and opportunistic etc, it’s really just the tip of a frankly gigantic mountain of imperialist bullshit. let’s not pretend we haven’t been brutally killing hundreds who resisted oppression in india, LITERALLY BOMBED A NEUTRAL EUROPEAN CAPITAL, and embarrassed ourselves in the charge against napoleon for years now. pathetic ass empire & evil as hell to boot. @mynoseisfine the greeks who carved your marbles millennia ago would kick your tory ass so hard

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how do i still keep seeing thomas chatterton's final post being reblogged, wtf is wrong with you freaks??? he was seventeen it was tragic and horrible and happened ages ago. he was a kid just let him rest

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🍎 masque-off Following

callout post for @castleyeah @lordsidmouth @officialcoe @parliamentofficial: they oppress, murder and famish the british working people & also suck majorly

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sour cuz you’re unfit to have custody of your own kids huh

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proud to be the dad of a newborn who could already rend your pudding spine asunder with a mere glance

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finished this today 😊

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😎 chadeharold Follow

why is it always “you’re risking your life and legacy & will get yourself killed before the age of five and twenty” and never how was swimming the hellespont the hellespont looked fun was it fun

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ohhh my god you swam the hellespont five years ago?? wooow should we tell everyone?? should we throw a party?? should we invite famous hero of greek myth leander who swam the hellespont

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@loved-joanna look we never had any beef & don’t have to start this now. it’s cool that you’re sticking up for my ex, you guys were friends first, but just know that i’ve always trusted your opinion on my work & genuinely respect and admire you & would still be up for a collab whenever.

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yea sure why don’t your lips collab with my ass

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on it boss

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#literally call me. down if you are

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sorry is it me or is the assassin who stabbed german bootleg wordsworth kinda…… 🥵

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JOHN KEATS????????

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#i'm p sure this is the author of lamia thirstposting on main??? help

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romanticism this romanticism that why don’t you romanticise universal suffrage and rights for labouring people

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anyone else in jail for seditious libel

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lmao i'm one of the “anyone else”s and i know you’re enjoying family visits and apparently some kind of cushy armchair situation, plus tons of books. try being in here as a spencean dude they won’t even let me learn how to write. worst of all some evangelical came by yesterday just to proselytize & put me “on the right path” fml

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y'all i don't feel so good :/

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[costelloschoice]

Bad Girl -Mizu x fem!reader -warnings: nsfw, you fucked around and are about to find out, dom! Mizu, sub! reader, spanking, hair pulling, name calling, degradation, face sitting, pussy slapping, strap on, Mizu kinda mean, but makes it up with aftercare and being gentle -minors dni or I'll steal all of your left shoes -reblogs and comments are appreciated ;]

You should've listened to her, now look at where you're at.

You're laid out across her lap, tears pricking your eyes and her hand comes down across your ass. It hurt so bad, but also hurt so good. She was still upset with you from earlier in the day.

"I told you not to go in without my command," she repeated, slapping your already reddened ass, "But who didn't listen? Hm? Who decided to act like the fucking brat they are and run in?" Mizu questioned, slapping again.

"M-Me..I did.." you whimpered, earning yourself another slap. "I was the brat who didn't listen to you..." panting, the slaps stopped for a second. Mizu breathed through her nose before grabbing the back of your hair and pulling your backwards, making you yelp.

"I wanted to have a good night with you, you know that? Fuck you in this little hotel after a hard day. But you decided to act like a little bitch and defy me...Siding with Taigen on just going in like an idiot instead of sneaking around someone who could barely hear!" she said, looking at your pathetic expression and hearing a small, just as pathetic 'I'm sorry'

"I don't want to hear you're sorry...You're going to show it," she said, moving you off her lap. You watched her undress herself, removing her navy-blue everyday attire and her underwear. She carefully took of the bandages around her chest, looking down at you, "On your back..."

You listened, not wanting to piss her off even more. You watched as Mizu stood over you, soon kneeling and resting her cunt in your mouth, "You know what to do, or do I have to tell you want to do again?" she snapped, making you act fast. Your tongue and mouth immediately started working on her pussy. Licking her wet hole, your nose rubbing and bumping again her hardened clit.

Though you did piss her off, you knew how to please her without any problem. She wanted to keep being mad at you...but your face is so adorable.

Mizu moaned softly, looking down as you . Your eyes were closed, but she could tell from your actions how eager you were to taste her. Her hand rested on top of your head, "That's it, fuck, you know how to eat my cunt...Maybe I might forgive you if you can make me cum," she smirked, moving her hips to grind against your face.

You groaned, humming as your touching dipped in and out of her. Mizu's pussy was warm, and you loved it. Knowing this was a punishment, you still couldn't help but love how she shoved her cunt into your face. When she started to move her hips, her moans grew since your nose was rubbing against her clit.

Her grinding gotten faster, moaning like whore in a brothel, "Fuck..! Ah, yes my dove...K-Keeping going.." she panted, eyes closing as she bends forwards and places her hands down on the wooden floor beneath you two. Mizu's whines and moans gotten louder, making you work harder.

Mizu's movement halt, a hand holding onto your hair tightly as she came in your mouth. Her moans was so beautiful and powerful. Her pants softened, moving off your face. Mizu's slick was covering your mouth, chin and nose area. You opened your eyes and looked at her.

She pulled you up and kissed you, even if she was still pissed at you. Mizu rested your head in her lap, her hand moving between your legs to circle your clit. Mizu wanted to prep you, "You're going to take my fingers and fucking like it," she growled, her middle finger slipping into your already wet pussy.

"Aw? Wet from me riding your face? Cute..." she mumbled, her fingers moving fast. Your moans were uncoordinated and loud, "M-Mizu..! Thank you for giving me your fingers," you said, feeling your lower stomach coil in pleasure. She fingers were long and slender, making it easy for her to hit your g-spot.

She wasn't going to let you cum, but bring you close enough to drive you crazy. When she pulled her fingers out, you wanted to protest...but you knew better. Mizu lightly slapped your cunt, smiling mischievously at you, "Did you really think I was going to let you finish? Stupid, stupid girl..."

You know couldn't have complained even if you wanted to, it would've fell on deaf ears. While you laid on the floor, Mizu was putting the strap on her body. Her body language showed on of a predator over it's prey. She moved between your legs and positioned herself.

Running the tip over your slit, "I don't know if you even deserve this tonight..." she said, tutting at you. You shook your head, "N-No! Please! I'll be good, Mizu. Please, I'm so sorry for earlier...I want to be your good girl again," you pleaded with her, tears threating your eyes. You already felt so bad from today's mission, you at least wanted to make it up to her.

She noticed your tears. She was mean, not cruel. Even if she was cruel, it would never be towards you. Mizu knew you always wanted to make her happy, she wiped your tears, "Fine, you took your punishment already..." she said, slowly pushing into you. Your small gasp made her smile. As she thrusted into you, you held onto her. You shouted her name like prayer, like you needed her. And you did. Mizu looked down as she thrusted, her hard rhythmic thrusts hitting your spot every time.

"You don't listen, that makes you a bad girl...But I know how desperate you are to be my good girl again," She panted, watching your face as you moan and take everything, she had to give you. Nodding your head, you wanted to be her.

"Say 'I'm a spoiled brat and don't know how to listen unless I have a dick fucking me'..."

"I-I'm a spoiled b-brat and don't know how to listen...u-unless I have a dick fucking me!"

"Say it again..."

"I'm a spolied brat who l-loves being fucked..!

You moaned loudly, the sound of skin her skin slapping against yours. As she talked you through, you got close again. "Mizu...C-Can I cum? Please, please, please let me..." you begged, holding onto her tightly.

As much as she didn't, you already took so much and she already took a lot of anger out on you regrading today's mission. She gave you a nod, only to move harder and faster. Mizu rested her head in the crook of your neck, focusing on her movements as you moaned louder. Soon your legs wrapped around her waist, clinging tightly as you finished.

Soon, you were laying in her lap. Mizu was applying an aloe-based lotion to your bum, knowing you were sore from the spanking. You looked so beautiful and peaceful in her arms. Your soft smile as she rubbed the lotion into your skin.

"Did I hurt you bad?" she asked, making you shake your head. "Not al all...but I am sorry from earlier today," you frowned, looking up at her "I should've listened to you...I was just so caught up in the adrenaline that I just...went," you explained, holding onto her.

She nodded, holding you close. You looked so upset with yourself, "My dove...I don't doubt your upset with yourself. I just...I just want you to be safe and I don't think I could ever handle you ever getting hurt," She admitted, kissing your cheek.

"You won't lose me, I promise you..." You smiled, kissing her gently. Mizu couldn't have been happier with you.

[rodolfoparras]

i wanna step on gaz

not in a bully mean dom way cause gaz is my baby but in a

"aww are you so needy you can cum from this alone :( do you like me so much that just seeing me above you like these makes you leaky :(" soft dom way

i want to make him CRY from pleasure

maybe fuck him so good he passes out and has the best sleep in years

Thinking about Gaz who you spoil and love so much, especially in bed and don’t get it wrong he loves it, basks in the warmth of it but sometimes he wishes you were a bit rough with him, sunk your fingers or teeth into his skin, denied him release or even sharpened your words and tone a bit.

But he knows you wouldn’t ever do it, God he’s tried it so many times, tried being bratty only to earn a soft scolding, tried riling you up a bit til you couldn’t help but be rough with him, only for you to be as composed as ever with him, hell he’d even voiced his wishes (albeit vaguely) only for you to fail to get the messages.

He’d never expected that his secret wish would be delivered to him right in the palm of his hand, and during a sparring session at that, when your foot is pressing awfully hard against his stomach which in turn has blood pooling to his lower half.

“Ready to give up yet?” You say through labored breathes, while playfully glaring down at the younger man.

Gaz’s body is slicked with sweat, chest falling and rising at a rapid pace and shirt and shorts awkwardly hitched up, from all the rough housing you’d been doing.

As you continue to trail your gaze down his body you notice the boner he’s sporting and can’t help the smile twitching at the corners of your mouth.

Gaz has always been so easy to rile up.

But the smile quickly drops from your face once you catch a hint of pink among the sea of navy green, peaking out between his legs.

Without even thinking about it your sock clad foot moves from his stomach, down to his crotch, toes nudging his shorts to the side, now fully exposing his panty clad cock.

It’s the piece of pink lace you’d recently bought for him, material carefully chosen as to not irritate his skin and going well beyond to make sure it compliments his size, something comfortable enough to lounge around in.

You just never thought he’d be wearing it to practice.

“Why are you wearing that?” You say, voice sounding breathy and strained.

Gaz tries to form words, brain scrambling for a reason- any reason as to why he’s wearing lingerie during practice only for a pathetic “comfortable” to tumble from his lips.

“And boxers aren’t?” You say giving him an incredulous look. “Be honest angel, why are you wearing these hm?” You say sock clad toes brushing along his sack and sending shiver up his spine.

“Felt-felt pretty” he finally manages to sputter out, hips slightly buckling up as you continue to lazily stroke his shaft.

You hum in response lightly pressing down on his cock in reward and hearing him grunt out in pleasure.

“So you decided to wear them to practice today? Wanted me to see how pretty you look in the stuff I got for you?” You say pressing down your foot once again and lightly dragging it along his length.”Is that right Angel?”

His cock twitches at your touch, and he nods his head in response to your question.

“Words Gaz, you know the rules” you say, tone sounding a bit more sharper, foot pressing down harder

“Yes sir, wanted you to see how pretty I look wearing them- just -please please -“ he stutters out, once again bucking his hips up.

“What do you want pretty?” You say with a smile on your face, feeling your own cock stir at the sight of him looking absolutely wrecked when you haven’t even touched him yet.

“Make me cum” he almost sobs out.

“Make you? Sweetheart you know I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to do, you’ll just have to beg for it”

[railingsofsorrow]

summary: you fail in an altercation with an unsub and people die.

pairing: s.reid x gn!reader

warnings: mentions of blood, injuries and violence; aversion to touch; angst with fluff at the ending.

A/N: a little drabble probably filled with grammar mistakes. I know the summary SUCKS.

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“let go, just— just let go of me!” you yelled at the paramedics poking your body. yanking your arm out of their reach wasn't enough to push them away, they kept on pestering you to no end. but you couldn't breath and the back of the ambulance was closing in and people just crawled out of nowhere to touch and block your vision and touch—

“let go of her.” spencer finally succeeded in getting past the police when he noticed what the first responders were doing. their job. yes. but the only thing he could focus now was your shaky frame and antsy gaze. your requests for some space masked your desperation for annoyance. “no,” he said shortly, a scowl at one of the EMTs that gripped your arm, trying to check your injuries. “hey, let go,” the professional sighed and stepped back, along with the other two who were trying to hold you down. you didn't need holding down. you needed people to stay away. you needed to breath.

“sweetheart,” spencer's voice rang through your ears in a faraway tone. almost as if you were underwater. “hey, it's me. can you hear me?” he really wanted to get you off the floor of the ambulance, but this would have to do now. he crouched down to your curled up position, maintaining a safe distance. “it's spencer, sweetheart.”

he waited patiently as you adjusted to the sound of his voice, surveying your whole body in search for injuries — more than the ones he was already seeing. you had a trail of dried blood on your temple, a busted lip, and by the way you were holding your wrist it must've been fractured too. god, he wanted to kill that bastard. a maximum security prison wasn't enough, he needed to get a taste of his own medicine. or worse, definitely worse.

you looked up. and there it was. the dam broke and your sobs started. spencer felt helpless. he knew he couldn't touch you because that would make everything worse, but how could he comfort you without immediate wrapping you in his arms? how could be made sure you felt safe with his mere words?

“i couldn't— I couldn't get to them in time.” you said between sobs, covering your mouth in a foolish attempt to stop those awful sounds. you couldn't control your emotions. but it suddenly felt as if you could breath again. “spencer, I couldn't—”

he cut you off, “it wasn't your fault. look at me, hey.” he forced his hands to retract as he almost cupped your cheeks. oh, his heart ached at your reaction. “it was not your fault, sweetheart. none of us could've gotten there in time. including you.”

but that's not what your mind said. that's not the truth it implied.

“i should've done something.”

“you did. everything you could have done, you did.” he said with a certainty that caused doubt in the guilt gripping your mind. you forgot every bit of aversion to touch to let him examine your wrist after he asked for permission. spencer didn't made you feel helpless. he wasn't a stranger. spencer was safety. he was the breath of fresh air you craved at that moment.

he grimaced at the marks on your wrist, tilting your head to investigate the origin of the dried blood. his conclusion was that you most certainly had a concussion and you needed professional care on the superficial cuts on your arm and lip. he may be a doctor but he wasn't a medical doctor.

“baby,” he mellowed, tone like honey, when he decided you had calmed down enough. “can I get them back in? you need to disinfect these and probably plaster your wrist.”

you let out a sigh as his fingers softly work to dry your tears. “will you stay?” you ask rather pathetically. you never needed spencer more than you needed at that second. you just needed him.

“where else would I be?” he pressed a kiss against your forehead, careful to not touch any of the bruises. “okay, are you ready?”

you groan softly, relaxing against the ambulance walls. “will they take me to the hospital?” spencer gave you a look. “i'm fine.”

“sure.” spencer nodded, pretending he agreed. you knew he didn't. “i'll be right back, okay? don't move.” when you shifted to a position that your head was resting back and your eyes shut. he made a sound of protest, startling you. “no. no sleeping. you have a concussion.”

“i'm not gonna die, spence.”

“no sleeping.” he pointed at you sternly. hotch-gaze-stern — well, he tried.

you positioned your cheek on your good hand, rolling your eyes. even that hurt, but you didn't let it show. your boyfriend was back before you noticed his absence. he did ride all the way to the hospital with you, not leaving your side for a single minute. just like you needed.

[destiny-fics]

[11:00 pm] - Park Seonghwa, Kim Hongjoong

Warnings: dom!Seonghwa, dom!Hongjoong, sub!reader, mommy kink, vouyerism, begging, slight degradation, polyamory, crying, pet names: princess, baby, swearing, unprotected sex (don't do this please)

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A/n: I maintain that I don't have a mommy kink but maybe just for Park Seonghwa I do. Also I'm trying out more short-form smut writing with the timestamp format so let me know if I should do more things like this.

18+ Only. Minors DNI

“Mommy…Hwa…please.”

“I know baby,” Seonghwa cooed, thumbing away the tears which had begun to gather in the corners of your eyes. “I know. Mommy's going to take good care of you.”

He hadn't moved his cock inside you since he slipped himself inside you moments ago, apparently wishing to prolong your torture of not having him fuck you longer than he already was.

You worried your lip between your teeth, looking up at Seonghwa with glassy eyes, the man's smile soft as he looked back at you. “Promise?”

Seonghwa cooed again, leaning down to lick over the shell of your ear to make you shiver. He shifted his hips minutely, the small thrust inside of you making you whimper. “Oh baby,” he licked over your ear again, voice low when he spoke, “I'll make every wish of yours come true.”

He pulled back from you and completely removed his cock from inside you, only to shove himself back into the hilt. The action caused you to cry out, sliding up the bed as Seonghwa began a rough pace, snapping his hips into yours with precision.

“Hwa…Hwa, Seonghwa, please…mommy!” Your words were almost incoherent, mind numb with pleasure, and Seonghwa was looking at you so fondly, lip between his teeth as he let a few deep groans slip.

“That's it baby. So good for mommy. So fucking good for mommy.”

You threw your head back, eyes rolling from the pleasure Seonghwa was providing you with. He never let up with his pace, relentless as he fucked you into the soft sheets of his mattress, his moans sounding more and more like growls the longer you went on.

“Mommy,” you whimpered, throwing your arms around Seonghwa's neck to bring him in for a messy kiss, more spit and teeth and tongue than anything. “Need to cum. Need to cum so bad.”

“You need it do you?” Seonghwa raised an eyebrow as he pulled away from you, slowing down his thrusts and smirking when you whined in disappointment.

“Yes! Need it so bad. Seonghwa, mommy…Hwa…please.”

Seonghwa tsk'd, shaking his head. “I'm not the one you should be begging baby.”

For the first time that night, your attention was directed to the corner of Seonghwa's room, to the navy blue velvet armchair and to the man sitting in it, biting the tip of his finger with his teeth as he watched you and Seonghwa.

“You didn't forget about me, did you princess?”

Kim Hongjoong was a vision when he was like this.

Gazing at you with eyes so dark you were sure you could see your reflection through them, acting nonchalant as he sipped on his whiskey and watched you, even as his cock strained against the material of his slacks.

You shook your head quickly, moaning when Seonghwa's cock hit a particularly sweet spot inside of you “No! Hongjoong, I swear I didn't forget about you. I would never. I could never.”

Hongjoong looked pleased with your answer, setting his whiskey down on the coffee table and leaning back in the armchair with his thighs spread. He hummed softly as he popped the button of his slacks, dragging the zipper down slowly, almost as tortuous as Seonghwa's slow grinds inside of you. You let out a pathetic whimper as he freed his cock and both men laughed, although Seonghwa sounded far less composed.

“You want to cum princess?” Hongjoong hummed condescendingly, motioning for Seonghwa to resume his relentless pace of fucking you.

“Yes! Yes Joong I want to cum so badly, please let me cum. Please…please.”

“Since you begged so nicely,” Hongjoong purred, squeezing the base of his cock. “Cum. Cum all over Seonghwa's cock, cream on him.”

Your gaze was abruptly ripped from Hongjoong’s as Seonghwa turned your face back to him, squishing your cheeks together. “And you're going to look at me while you do it. He's not making you cum, I am. You understand?”

You whined out a yes, feeling so close to the edge with Seonghwa's actions and Hongjoong’s permission. Seonghwa grinned triumphantly and kissed your pout before redoubling his efforts. “Good girl. Then cum for me. Cum for mommy.”

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[forthechubbies]

Stowaway°One Piece Drabble I II

Zoro X Chubby!Reader

Your words were stolen from your lips as you were forcefully lifted onto the man's shoulders, your heart pounding with fear as you were carried towards the captain.

Your pathetic attempt seems to have no effect on the wretched creature. "Release me this instant!" "Filthy scum, remove your repulsive hands off me!" His monstrous grip held your feeble legs captive, restricting any chance of escape.

"Captain!" He bellowed, causing everyone to freeze in terror. "Stop!" A fiery lash scorched your backside. "You kick me again, and I swear to God-"

"What's the matter?" Luffy mumbled, his voice heavy with sleep.

"Then what's that slab of meat stuck to your cheek." Usopp murmured out of suspicion from his Captain.

"Ooh, looks like we've got ourselves a little stowaway," He purred, a sly grin spreading across his face. Zoro pulled you close, his strong arms wrapping around your body. "She's an imperial, and she's got the power to bring the whole damn navy down on us." His voice was low and dangerous, sending shivers down your spine.

"Ouch..." you groaned, rolling your eyes at the agony shooting through your wrists from his death grip. "Oh, spare me the drama, darling. I swear, I have zero intentions of harming your precious little boat... or its oh-so-charming crew, especially the lovely brute who seems hell-bent on snapping my wrists like twigs." You emphasized the word "lovely" with a sarcastic smirk, even daring to wriggle free from his clutches.

It wasn't til two girls and a man appeared where things started to get interesting; Nami took the liberty of informing the uneducated of your bloodline...and your wealth.

Nami was the first person to realize the trouble their in. "Zoro, Let her go! Right now!"

"Yea!" Sanji added. " You heard,Nami Swan,Let her go, Block head." Sanji bellowed, unleashing a insult mocking his pathetic excuse for a love life and his habit of manhandling stunning women.

In response, Zoro shot back with a devilish grin, " They can barely catch their breath, let alone complain." His words oozed with a shocking confidence, leaving no doubt about his ability to satisfy any woman lucky enough to cross his path.

The flames of the dispute ignited swiftly, ensnaring you to be caught between two rugged men. They were nothing but wild beasts, you mused, as you pressed yourself closer against Zoro, feeling the intoxicating rush of danger coursing through your veins. The confrontation escalated, teetering on the edge of violence.

You skillfully maneuvered your way out of the treacherous territory, evading the watchful eyes of the two pirates. Just as you were about to catch your breath, a tantalizingly long rubber band coiled around your voluptuous waist, forcefully yanking you towards the captain's commanding presence.

A rapid realization hit you like a ton of bricks. It's his arm!

"Luffy, No!"

"Damn it, Luffy!"

"LUFFY!"

You heard some stuff before bumping into the captain's arms. But Luffy didn't seem to care much - "Are you a real princess?" His eyes twinkled as he hugged your soft toy-like body.

You stood there, utterly astounded by his mind-boggling talent. A gasp escaped your lips, mingling with a sense of horror that coursed through your veins. "What on earth are you?" you whispered, your curiosity piqued to its very limits. And then, with an audacity that defied all reason, you reached out and pinched his cheeks, unraveling his skin stretched like mochi. "Oh my goodness... You're a rubber man?" It seemed utterly and completely... impossible.

Luffy giggled and pulled his arms back to his sides. "Hey, I asked you something first, so you gotta wait for my answer!"

You nervously cleared your trembling throat, a feeble attempt to steady your quivering voice. "Y-yes," you stammered, desperately trying to adjust your disheveled nightgown, hoping to salvage even a shred of regal composure that remained. "Tell me, do you truly bear the mark of a pirate?"

Fearlessly, He smiles. "I'm gonna be the pirate king."

Of course , you don't believe him but that light in his eyes showed his determination.

Pirates are real? The maids often would fill your brain with these nightmare inducing stories of cut throat pirates slaughtering anyone in their way.

Trembling with terror, you couldn't bear to stay put any longer. Without a second thought, you darted further into the ship, seeking refuge behind a sturdy, locked wooden door.

[luvv4j4ybe11]

A new name

Aged up!Lo’ak x fem!reader (human or Navi, you choose babe<3)

Summary- Lo’ak loves being called sweet names by his mate<33

‼️ WARNING‼️- light choking, cussing,crying and I think that’s all, enjoy<33

Based on this drabble

🔞MDNI!! smut smut smut!🔞

You were in the lab getting some work done but of course not without Lo’ak invading your space. He had you in his lap and head buried in the crook of your neck. You loved how needy and clingy he was with you though, always have. He groans a little,adjusting you in his lap and shoving his face into your neck a little more, silently asking you if you’re almost done. “I’m almost done babyboy, be patient for mama, ok?” You say in your soft, velvet voice that makes him effortlessly hard in his loincloth, and makes his grip around your waist get tighter. You giggle softly at this, yes it came naturally to call him little names like that, but his reactions never fail to turn you on.

Softly, he bucks his hips up into your ass, again silently pleading you to hurry up. So with a sigh, you close your laptop and face your body to him, because you can’t deny your beautiful mate anything. You give him a light kiss on his cheek, and trail kisses from there to his lips. “You just couldn’t wait for me, huh?” You say in the same tone, making his ears perk up and tail hit the bed with a heavy thump, “mama, you know I’m impatient” he says softly, not trusting his own voice with the way your clothed cunt was pressing just right against his dick. “Mhm I know, but when I tell you to wait, I expect you to.” You say softly but sternly, making him absolutely melt. You trail your hands up his arms and gently grab his neck,making sure he’s looking at you, “is that understood, pretty boy?” Which causes a not so subtle whimper to escape his lips, and a helpless nod to come from him, “Lo’ak.” You say with a raised brow, hinting to what you wanna hear “y-yes, mama”.

This makes you smile gingerly at him, and kiss him sweetly on his lips then slowly leaving a trail up to his ear, “such a good boy for mama, you know that?” which makes his breath hitch and tail wrap around your leg. You leave a trail of kisses and marks from his jaw to his toned stomach, but go right back up just to hear that pretty pathetic whine come from his lips when you didn’t give him what he wanted. His hips buck up impatiently, making you put you hand on them to pin him down, “lo, if you want something you know what to do.” You say while slowly getting on your knees to trail kisses on his soft muscular thighs.

“M-mama, please..fuck please touch me…need it s’bad please baby” he desperately pleads, face a pretty color of purple and ears pinned to his head. You smile up at him, loving the desperate gaze in his eyes “mhm, thats my perfect boy” you say while tugging off his loincloth, noticing how his breathing gets quicker after calling him that. His length stands proud and tall, twitching in front of your face with precum flowing from his pretty swollen tip, the bioluminescent freckles that cover his girth shine brightly, almost indicating how pent up he was from your words. “Awh you poor boy, so pent up from teasing? what a needy little pup you are.” you say as you wrap a hand around him, giving him firm but soft strokes, using his pre as lubricant for your torment, making him let out the cutest whimpers and moans you love so much. Truthfully you did feel bad for teasing him for so long, since you already knew you’d be paying for it in the future, but you can’t help it, he looks so good when he’s all desperate and breathless for you, and you know he loves it just as much as you do.

Each time you bring your hand back up to his tip, you turn your wrist slightly and slide your thumb over his tip,making his eyes roll back into his head at the contact and hips buck up like he’s in his rut. “F-fuck! y/n please..” he says deliriously, already almost at his peak because of you stroking his most sensitive spots. You give a quick kitten lick to his tip before slowing your pace, “What is it pretty boy? Want mommy to speed up?” You say with a shit eating smirk on your face, knowing that’s exactly what he wanted, you just wanted to hear him say it. “Ah~hah fuck, y-yes please, wanna cum p-please mama!” He says while holding onto the sheets for dear life, looking at you with pretty tear filled doe eyes that were begging you to speed up and let him cum. His cock twitching wildly in your hold and his moans and whimpers were getting needier and louder the more you stroked him. “Mm ok, but don’t cum. Got it? Not until I say so.” tightening your grip on his cock to get his attention, making him throw his head back and buck his hips up into your hand, choking out a sob from how good it felt, “yes! Yes got it, please just d-don’t slow down, it-hah f-fuck~ feels s’good..” he whines while looking back down at you, eyes glossy with tears, face all flushed, and chest heaving all because of you.

You speed up your pace and pay close attention to his sweet spots with each stroke, driving him crazy and closer and closer to cumming. “Such a pretty boy with a pretty cock. All mine.” You say while leaving gentle kisses on his cock and v line. The look in his eyes goes to desperate to frantic in a second, the way your voice sounded and the feeling of your kisses had his cock twitching uncontrollably, the bioluminescence on his dick shining brightly to indicate he was close, “fuck! Mama please! g-gonna cu~mm hah~cum!,please! C-can l? Please?”Loosening your grip on him, you say “mhm- no not yet sweet boy. Mommy hasn’t gotten to have her fun with you yet” tears threaten to fall from his eyes after you deny him, his whole body goes slack and his tip a dark shade of purple,he lets out soft little hiccups and pleads as he tries to catch his breath and trying to recover from the almost intense orgasm he could’ve had.

You stand to on your feet and quickly take off the small amount of clothes you had on, then you guide yourself onto his lap, making him whine and buck his hips from feeling your bare cunt on his thigh. You hold the side of his face in your palm, giving him a chaste kiss on his forehead, “i know baby boy, mommy is just awful to you huh? But I needa get you warmed up before I use you.” Moving your hand to his jaw, you hold it firmly “And you’re gonna be a good boy and let mama use you right?” his ears go flat against his skull, a soft whimper coming from him. “Yes mama” smiling softly at this, you give him a quick kiss to his temple before slowly lining his sensitive cock up with your soaked cunt, making his hands fly to your hips and grip onto you desperately, trying to focus on not cumming right then and there. You gently hold his face and look at him, silently asking if he was ready, he nods impatiently wanting to feel your gummy walls tightly wrapped around him.

So without any further warning, you slam your hips down onto him, setting a brutal pace and making him let out a yelp and grip your hips tighter. “Fuck! Y/n w-wait! Please! G-gonna cum if you do that! P-please slow down!” He downright sobs, desperately trying not to cum, per your demand. “Then hold it.” You order, chasing your own pleasure, relishing in the feeling of his tip rubbing against your sweet spot deliciously. you shove him down onto the bed, pushing him deeper inside of you and giving you more leverage to go crazy on him. “Mhmm! Mama you’re driving me crazy! I can’t~ahh goddamn~ i c-can’t” he sobs looking up at you with puppy dog eyes, pleading to slow down. The grip on your hips gets tighter each time you bounce on him, his tail wrapping around your thigh desperately. “Mhm yes you can pretty boy, just hold on a lil longer, mamas almost done with you, ok baby?” You say, voice bouncing from the harshness of your pace. He lets out a little “o-ok” between his sobs and moans, but they turn into cries when you start rubbing your clit in tight circles, making your cunt squeeze him even tighter. “M-mamas! Fuck! I can’t! Please can i cum please please please?i-i ca~mm~ please s’too much, feels too good” he sobs while tears finally flow down his face, the overstimulation finally hitting him.

He’s such a good boy for you-so obedient and pretty. Fire courses through your veins and the coil in your stomach tightens knowing you’re the only woman that can make him feel like this, and your hips move on him faster, intent of milking him for all he has. ”Mhm! Yes fuck, Lo’, you can cum! Fill mama up nice and warm, yeah?” You ramble as his hands find your sensitive nipples as you squeeze around his cock. “Gonna make me all swollen with your child, sweet boy?” making his face change a deep shade of purple and tail sway in excitement at the idea of that, “mm~ fuck yes, mama!” He cries out, filling your womb with his cum, making your coil snap too. You keep your pace until both of your highs are over, coming to a halt and making sure to be careful of how overly sensitive both of you are. Slowly, you start to lift yourself off of him, but are stopped by him grabbing your hips. “Nuh-uh. Wanna stay like this for a minute.” He says while leaning up to shove his face into your chest, kissing and nibbling on your sensitive tits. You smile at his little suggestion, running your hands through his braids you smile down at him, “ok pretty boy, whatever you want.”

Making him hard again instantly.

A/N- hey guys! I really hope you enjoyed this fic and it didn’t make you guys cringe😭, I was so nervous to post this since this is my first fic, and I asked my baes for help @pandoraslxna n @tallulah477 and they helped me so much☹️ I appreciate yall for hyping me up to post this and letting my nerves js fade away ab this fic.also the amount of times I reread this was absurd 😒

Duces🫶🏽, luvv4j4ybe11

[a-aexotic]

SINCE YALL LOVED THE JJ X READER X RAFE, im writing a part 2 💞💞. thank u so much for the support, i love u all<3

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cw’s: angst (to fluff ofc), crying, drinking, ooc camerons, lmk if i missed anything

You'd stopped hanging with the Pogues for a few weeks and John B had just thought it was just a phase. You'd always get tired of them every once in a while and would try to find other friends but you'd always come back. That was until Kie had informed him that your new friends were the self renowned Kings of OBX; Rafe Cameron, Topper Thornton, and Kelce, that was when he got concerned.

You got home late again and you tried to sneak in by your window again so Big John doesn't catch you. And when you got in, John B was sitting on your bed, waiting for you.

A confused expression contorted on your face as you looked at your older brother. "Hey?"

"You've been hanging out with Rafe and Topper?" He got to the point immediately and you were taken aback. You weren't concerned as you took off your shoes, rolling your eyes.

"I have, is that a problem?" You countered as John B sat up, getting up to face you.

"You know it is, Y/N." John B whispered. "I don't know what's been up with you lately, all your snarky comments and shit but I cross the line at you hanging out with those assholes."

"Snarky comments? John B, you're becoming dad." You couldn't help but laugh but John B didn't find it as amusing as you. "They're nice once you get to know them."

John B sighed, running his hands through his hair, stressed. "You think you've found new friends?"

"Yes, John B. Don't get all jealous on me, you're still my best-"

"You really think they want to be friends with you?" John B didn't mean it like that but you suddenly furrowed your eyebrows. "Wait-"

"What's that supposed to be mean?"

"Look, they're rich assholes and what do you think they realistically want from you? They obviously want to piss me or JJ off so they got to you-"

You scoffed at him, getting heated. How self-centered can someone be? "Oh, so you're saying no one would be friends with me for me? That obviously they want to be friends with me so they can get to you! Wow, okay-"

"That's not what I meant, Y/N."

"That's how it sounded, John B."

There was silence as you both looked at each other, hurt in your eyes and regret in John B's. His intentions were pure, you knew that but you couldn't help but think that John B truly thought this way. He saw you as a little baby who needed to be babysat and he needed to protect.

You're older now. You don't need John B or his friends anymore, you had Rafe. You didn't wanna be naive but it felt like he truly cared; old inside jokes, friendly smiles and tight embraces were the new norm for you two. He made you feel important, something that the Pogues had never made you feel.

Yeah, he is an asshole; but at least he cared for you.

"That hurts, John B." You whispered, feeling your eyes water. You didn't want to cry, that was pathetic. You walked away to your vanity, taking off your earrings as John B watched.

"Y/N-"

"Did you even care about how I was feeling when I blew you and the Pogues off? Did you even notice?" You suddenly asked, not facing John B as you looked at the mirror instead.

"I... Yes, of course we did. We just wanted to give you time." John B said. It was the truth, that was how he felt. But he didn't know how the others felt; they obviously cared about you but maybe not to the extent of how he did.

There was silence again. "John B, I'm going to bed. Can you get out?"

"I'm sorry, Y/N. I didn't mean it like that, you know that."

"Do I?"

Before he could respond, you sniffed and looked away from his eyes as the tears started to fall. "I'm gonna get dressed, get out. Please."

He wanted to stay; hug you, comfort you. But that wouldn't do anything, he knew his words were permanent, there was no taking it back. He nodded and walked out of your room and you immediately locked the door after him.

You walked to your bed and collapsed dramatically, hugging your pillow and let the tears fall. All your worst fears had come true; they really did think that you were just some anti-social baby who needed to be taken care of.

You hadn't thought of JJ in weeks and now, he plagued your head. You missed him, too. You were embarrassed, did he truly only think of you as John B's little sister?

-

"What the fuck?" JJ shouted as John B explained the situation. The Y/N he knew wouldn't go fucking around with the Kooks, so what happened? "Why would she hang out with Rafe?"

"I'm not sure, it doesn't seem like her. I'm worried about her, she's probably getting brainwashed by them.'' Kie muttered as she sat on the couch. She was genuinely concerned; she didn't want you to become like Sarah, she wanted her best friend back.

John B was quiet as JJ and Kie discussed the situation at hand. He was confused, you'd never mentioned even talking to Rafe or Topper. They seemed like the kids who bullied you at the Kook Academy, so why were you associating with them now?

"I know it's that fucker, Rafe. He probably drugged her or some shit, he's like a sociopath who wants to use her as a weapon against us." JJ was pacing on the porch as Kie sighed. JJ was also worried, this was nothing like you. He was worried about you the moment you stopped hanging out with them but he just brushed it off like John B.

"He probably likes her." Kie stated as the two boys had looked at her, eyes widened. They hadn't even thought of that.

"Is he even capable of liking someone?" JJ sputtered, anxiously staring at Kie.

John B got up and started walking to the car, seeing red. If Rafe had even thought about touching you in any way, he'd rip him apart. You were always shy around guys and he knew that Rafe would use that against you. He didn't want to assume but Rafe was surely going to do something that made you uncomfortable.

Kie and JJ followed him. "The fuck are you doing?"

"Getting Y/N, by force if she doesn't want to."

Kie grabbed him firmly as turned him around. "Are you stupid? You're going to push her farther away. That's why she's with the Kooks right now, because you smuggle her like a little kid. You're literally a helicopter parent."

"I disagree, Kie. Personally I'm going to go over to that fucker's house and I'll punch in the mouth for taking Y/N-"

"JJ, stop. She's not a baby!" Kie shouted. "You two are driving her away. She just needs time, okay? If she needs help she'll call us."

John B had taken a few breathes and looked away from the Pogues, weighing his options. He decided Kie was right and nodded slowly, walking away back to his porch.

"I knew something was wrong the moment Y/N didn't go on that fishing trip a few weeks ago. I told you Kie, remember?" JJ recalled as Kie nodded, walking back towards John B. "And when she blew us off on Pope's birthday, and when-"

"We get it, you're the Y/N whisperer." Kie responded as she took seat on the chair, JJ taking a seat next to John B. "I just miss her."

"Me too." John B muttered.

JJ was quiet for a second. He remembered the past few weeks and they just weren't the same without you. Your amusing remarks, warm hugs and your eyes against the sun on the boat. He missed you more than anything.

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You walked into the Cameron's estate, Topper and Rafe trailing behind you. You and Sarah made up a few nights ago and now, you essentially spent the entire day with her or Rafe. It was the most fun you'd had in months.

Sarah ran down the stairs and squealed when she saw you, embracing you tightly. "I missed you!"

"It's been like two hours, chill out." Rafe quipped, annoyed as Sarah flipped him off as she let you go.

"Shut up, you're just jealous."

"Of what?" He looked at Sarah up and down in an disgusted manner as you and Top laughed.

"That Y/N loves me more than you."

"Oh really?" Rafe looked over at you, a grin on his mouth as you smiled back. "Is that so, Y/N?"

"Yes, of course. I love Sarah more than anyone."

"Mhm." he responded, disbelief in his eyes as Sarah grabbed your hand, smiling in victory. You both looked at each other and he felt his heart jump at your sweet smile.

"Okay, guys. It's getting late, let's get going." Topper announced as they all nodded, walking out of the house. There was a bone-yard party tonight and you were all going together.

You were silently praying that the Pogues were going to blow it off and go to the Chateau instead, but that was unlikely.

As you arrived, the smell of smoke engulfed you and you resisted the urge to cough. The sun was setting and it was getting cooler, the salty ocean breeze running through your hair. You missed these parties, you hadn't been to one since the summer had begun.

Your gaze moved to the crowds, subconsciously trying to see if the Pogues had made it out to the party. You were nervous to see them, you hadn't even talked to them in a couple weeks. You heard some footsteps and you smelled the faint scent of his cologne.

Rafe stood next to you. "You okay?"

You turned to Rafe, looking up to his dreamy blue eyes. You smiled at his concern as you shook your head, "I'm fine, thanks for asking. Just nervous."

"If they hassle you, I'll be there quick, okay?"

You laughed at his care. "I'll be fine, don't worry."

You heard Sarah come up to you and grab your hand, your gaze still on Rafe, his grin evident.

"Let's go get some drinks. I need some ASAP." Sarah grabbed your hand and started walking away.

"Be careful!" Rafe shouted as you guys walked away.

You and Sarah walked to the kegger, getting a cup and filling it to the brim with beer. "I'm not excited for tomorrow's hangover."

"Let's not think about tomorrow, just tonight and how much fun we're going to have."

You laughed at Sarah words and she took a drink of her cup, smiling. You also took a drink, the bitter taste flooded your taste buds. You will never get used to the bitter taste of beer.

Kie and Pope watched from afar, disappointment apparent in their expression. They were sitting on piece of wood, beers in hand. Kie felt betrayed as she watched you dance with Sarah, having fun. She wasn't even mad; she was disappointed.

"Looks like the Kooks have officially seized Y/N away from us." Pope declared as Kie nodded, taking a sip of her beer from the red cup.

Sarah put her hands on your shoulders, swinging you two in a slow dance as you giggled at her antics. The sun was set and the boneyard energy was finally at its height; the cool ocean breeze, the smoke from the fire, the faint music, the mutter from people all across the island.

Your gaze moved from Sarah to behind her: Rafe was sitting with Top and Kelce, laughing. A smile invaded your face and Sarah turned around and then back at you, a smirk on her lips.

"So what's up with you and Rafe?"

Your face felt warm once you turned your gaze back at Sarah. "Um, what do you mean?"

"Do you think I don't see those little looks and smiles? Especially the hugs, it looks like he doesn't wanna let go of you." Sarah noted as you blushed bashfully, looking away. "He doesn't hug anyone that way, so what's up?"

"Nothing, we're just getting closer."

"Okay, Y/N." The smirk was on still apparent on her face. "Whatever you say."

It was the truth, sure, he made you feel like few others have made you feel, but it was just nothing. That was it, for now at least.

You heard footsteps behind you and you saw Sarah's face morph into an annoyed one. She let go of you as you turned back to see JJ.

You were startled. You hadn't seen him in weeks and it seemed like all the feelings you tried so hard to get rid of, came back as soon as you locked eyes with JJ. His soft gaze and worried expression made your heart sink to your stomach.

"Hey." He said quietly, no exact emotion in his tone. "C-can we talk?"

You looked back at Sarah and she gave you a small nod. "Sure."

You and JJ walked away from the crowd, walking along the shore of the beach. It was quiet for a second before JJ spoke up. "Why'd you leave us?"

His tone was evident now. It seemed hurt and that was something you rarely heard - especially when it was directed to you. You moved your gaze to anywhere but JJ, trying to think of an explanation.

You licked your lips before looking at JJ. He didn't look at you either, wanting to gaze at the sand below instead. "I felt like... like I was just John B's sister." That was partly the truth - you couldn't admit the other half.

"Just John B's sister?" JJ repeated. Again, there was silence before JJ spoke up again. "You're our best friend, too. Our little sister we love and want to... protect."

"I don't feel like it, sometimes." You admitted. JJ's heart broke at your statement. He's known you his whole life and he's always wanted to make sure you fit in. He felt bad now because you didn't feel it.

He stopped and grabbed your arm, so you could turn and look up at him. "I'm sorry, if I ever made you feel unwanted. You are wanted, it's not the same without you and our little jokes. No one does it like you, Y/N."

You felt yourself tear up at the statement. That was all you wanted to hear all month - that you were wanted. Not only wanted to hear, but feel. JJ's gaze felt warm against your face as you locked eyes. His blue eyes melted into yours and your heart sped up.

His hand slowly went down your arm, leaving goosebumps as he went down to your hand. He pulled you closer and you held eye contact. His gaze moved to your lips and then up at your eyes again.

As he leaned in, he heard a familiar voice behind them. "Y/N."

You both turned to see Rafe and Sarah, watching you both. His jaw was clenched as he surveyed the scene in front of him.

Oh no, you thought to yourself as JJ let go of your hand.

[mrsbarnesxxx]

hiiii! can i request a cedric x fem reader fluff?!

A/N: I'm so sorry this took so long! I honestly had no idea what to do with it.

Warnings: Poor writing, curse words?

When you'd heard that there was going to be a ball at Hogwarts you'd initially panicked. All of your friends had adored the idea. There were all of these Durmstrang boys here for them to go out with. Two of them had already been asked to the dance, you however, had rejected two guys who had asked you. It was pathetic. Waiting around for your best friend to ask you to the dance. You shouldn't have said no to the other boys who'd asked you. You were entirely obnoxious.

"I mean, I shouldn't wait around for him to ask me, right?" You ask your friends as you try on your third dress of the day. Angelina had already decided on a dark purple dress and Hannah on a navy blue dress.

"He'll ask you. Don't worry about it. Now let's see the dress." Angelina exclaims.

I step out in an ice-blue dress and their jaws drop.

"Yes. That one!" Hannah says.

"Okay. Okay." I laugh stepping back to get changed so we can pay for our dresses.

We pay for our dresses and decide to hit Hogsmeade while we're here. We step out of the shop and head towards the three broomsticks. I spot Cedric and his friends heading out from there. They're all laughing at some joke one of them just said. Cedric's cheeks flush when he spots me. He mumbles something to his friends before heading towards us.

"Hey, uh can I talk to you for a second?" He asks.

"Sure." I smile ignoring the look the two girls give me. "Why don't you two head inside and I'll meet you in there."

When it was just the two of you, you noticed just how nervous Cedric looked. He was fidgeting with his hands, looking at them, and then he gave you a sheepish smile once he finally met your eyes.

"So, I know I might be a bit late to ask you this, but I was wondering if you'd like to go to the ball with me?" He asks offering a soft grin.

A smile makes its way onto my face, "I'd love to."

His grin grows at my answer, "Wonderful! Uh...well, I'll let you get back to your friends." He says ducking his head.

"Alright." I smile offering a quick nod before heading inside the snow-covered tavern.

There were crowds of students already lining the halls. Bloody hell, and I thought the halls were a mess before two other schools joined us.

"Bloody hell," I comment aloud taking in everyone.

"Oh look, here comes your man." Hannah teases nudging me. I follow her gaze and find Cedric, sure enough, heading towards me.

"Hello, you look lovely." He smiles taking my hand and offering it a kiss. "I'm afraid I have to pull you away. Apparently, it's tradition for the champions to dance first. McGonagall is insisting that I come find you."

"Oh, sure." I say lamely.

"If you would excuse us." He says to my friends as we walk away.

Sure enough, McGonagall is having us line up at the entrance of the Great Hall. Cedric offers me his arm as we do so. I smile, taking it.

The doors open to reveal an intricately decorated hall and a large crowd of people parted down the middle, apparently for us to walk through whilst they clap.

As we begin to walk, Cedric leans down to whisper to me, "I'm sorry about this. I had no idea."

"It's alright." I smile.

"You know, if you wanted to get me away from my friends you could have just asked. You didn't have to plan this whole elaborate entrance and such." I tease as we dance.

"Is that so?" He smiles as we twirl around. The music dies down and after a few dances we break apart from each other.

"I need a break." I giggle pulling him with me. We stop for a drink before finding our friends. We chat with them for a few more moments before a slow song comes on.

"Come dance with me, Diggory!" I exclaim excitedly tugging him with me.

"And what if I wanted to kiss you? How would I go about that?" He asks teasingly as I pull him back to the dance floor.

"You just have to ask, Diggory." I smile as we reach the dance floor and turn to face each other. His gaze goes to my painted lips before they flick back to my eyes.

"Can I kiss you, darling?" He asks caressing my cheek. I nod, leaning into his touch. He tips my head back slightly and our lips meet. It's entirely tame, but fireworks still erupt inside of me.

[differentpostrebel]

Lost and Found: A Pirate's Promise

The first gif, is cause its the standoff, and also Caesar with the heart eyes for Joker, and the second gif because I cant find a gif of them running. Dressrosa really do be bringing out the passion and action.

Chapter 26: Doflamingo’s Deadly Game

A/N: We are back with another chapter! I truly cant wait for you guys to read this one, Chapter 27 is done and Im currently working on chapter 28. Thank you guys so much for liking, commenting, reblogging, and interacting!. I also have a special chapter cooking for Sabo and Y/N and what went down during those two years... We have some good stuff coming up, also dont forget to like chapter 25 also! And without further a do lets get to it and let the adventure begin!

Word Count: 5.1K 

Sanji x Reader, Sanji x Y/N, One piece x Reader 

Laws POV… 

Doflamingo laughed softly, his voice dripping with mockery. “Better hurry, Law. She won’t last much longer.”

We stood locked in a three-way standoff: Admiral Fujitora and his men on one side, Doflamingo opposite me, and Caesar still pathetically at my side. The air was thick with tension, a clash waiting to erupt. Caesar turned, frantic as ever, babbling in a desperate plea.

"Joker! Make him pay for this! And also the prin—"

Without hesitation, I grabbed him by the scarf, choking off his words as I dragged him closer. “The deal’s off, Doflamingo!” My voice was sharp, resolute. There was no going back now.

Doflamingo’s menacing laugh echoed through the battlefield. “I haven’t seen you in ten years, Law. Show your old boss some respect.” His grin widened, dark and unforgiving. “As for Caesar, you know how valuable he is to me. I need him back.”

“Ohh, Joker, you do care!” Caesar swooned beside me, completely missing the gravity of the situation.

One of the Marines spoke up, eyes shifting between the parties. “Admiral, it appears Law brought in Caesar Clown for a trade-off.”

Fujitora nodded, the weight of his presence almost palpable. “Ah, yes. The scientist responsible for that poison gas. A tricky situation... If he works for one of the Seven Warlords, he might be granted amnesty.” His brow furrowed as he weighed the situation. “This is delicate.”

Doflamingo chuckled, his voice cutting through the air like a knife. “They say you and Ryokugyu are forces to be reckoned with on the battlefield.”

“Sir, you flatter me,” Fujitora responded, calm but wary.

“Cut the crap. I don’t need praises,” Doflamingo spat, growing impatient. His smile twisted into something more sinister. 

“I’m having a little trouble unraveling the situation here, but it seems to me that as a Warlord, you’re doing things that go beyond your authority... like this fellow over here calling you Joker.”

Fujitora’s voice remained steady, though there was a hint of warning beneath it. 

“If you’re really trying to take me down, be ready to dirty your hands. It’ll take a mountain of evidence. Now... what do you plan to do about Law?” 

Doflamingo’s eyes glinted with dangerous intent as he turned his gaze back to me. His laughter stopped, and the battlefield grew even colder in his silence. “If you’re referring to the news about your alliance with the Straw Hats, then yes, he’s guilty.” Fujitora’s voice was calm but firm, the weight of his words unmistakable. “So tell me, Law—is he simply your subordinate, or an ally? The answer will determine whether you both are guilty. If so, that means we’ll arrest you... and the Straw Hats.”

“What kind of excuse is that?!” Caesar shrieked, his voice trembling. “So all he has to do is lie, and he’s scot-free?”

My mind raced. Damn it. My plan had completely fallen apart. The Navy was here, and now I was the target. I glanced around, feeling the weight of every decision. I can’t let the team in Dressrosa get caught up in this. If I lie, it’ll only make things worse. I have to make a stand, here and now.

I took a deep breath and shouted, “It’s true! The Straw Hats aren’t working under me. We’re equals in this alliance!”

“You just have to make things more difficult, don’t you, Law?” Doflamingo’s laugh rang out, filled with cruel amusement. “Well then, it’s settled. You’re guilty. But that won’t be the only thing making headlines tomorrow.”

Fujitora’s face remained unreadable, but the air around him shifted. Suddenly, an immense pressure bore down on us, the ground beneath us trembling. “Consider this your sentence,” Fujitora said calmly as the sky darkened. From above, a massive meteor hurtled toward us.

The Marines scattered in panic, and Caesar scrambled for cover, but I stood my ground. “Room!” I yelled, extending my hand. The space around me warped as I sliced the meteor in half, the debris crashing harmlessly around us. When the dust settled, all three of us stood in our original spots, a deep crack running through the battlefield like a scar.

“Even a blind man couldn’t miss that,” I muttered, still catching my breath.

“Ah, pardon me,” Fujitora said with a calm smile. “Just a small test.”

My heart pounded, but there was no room for hesitation. Fujitora continued, “Now, Law... you’re a criminal, which means I’ll have to arrest you.”

Doflamingo's grin widened as he watched the chaos unfold. “What now, Law? You’re not going to run, are you? You won’t get far in my kingdom.”

I gritted my teeth, my mind scrambling for a solution. I’ve got to think of something—fast.

Sanji POV… 

The streets of Dressrosa were a blur as I raced forward, the pounding of my heart drowning out everything else. Violet was right behind me, her soft footsteps barely audible over the chaos. But even with her so close, my mind was elsewhere—on Y/N. I couldn’t stop picturing her trapped in Doflamingo’s web, and it was driving me crazy. Every second I wasn’t with her felt like a second too long.

With shaky hands, I grabbed my transponder snail and frantically dialed. “Franky,” I called out the moment he picked up, my voice tight with urgency. “Where’s Y/N? Have you seen her?”

Franky’s voice came through, calm but direct. “I’m heading to the flower field.”

I stopped dead in my tracks, confusion mixing with my frustration. “The flower field? Why there of all places?”

Franky’s tone sharpened, clearly not in the mood for my questions. “And where the hell have you been, huh?”

I hesitated, casting a quick glance at Violet, her presence reminding me why I’d been gone. “I was… falling in love,” I admitted, my voice barely a whisper. Violet smiled at me, her eyes filled with a quiet understanding that almost made me forget the urgency of the moment. Almost.

But Franky’s laughter brought me crashing back. “Ah, so you’ve moved on, huh? Guess Y/N’s not on your mind anymore? I’ll be sure to let the others know there's less of a competition now!”

His words hit harder than I expected, and I could feel my chest tighten. Even with Violet by my side, Y/N was still there, lingering in my thoughts. No matter what Franky thought, I hadn’t forgotten about her. I couldn’t. Not with the danger she was in.

“Franky, cut the crap,” I snapped, my voice cold. “We’ve got bigger things to deal with. Just tell me if you’ve seen Y/N.”

“Honestly, I haven’t since we separated,” Franky admitted.

“Crap, we need to find her and fast!” My mind raced with the possibilities of what Doflamingo could be planning. Franky continued, “By the way, I also know where the factory is, but it won’t be easy. There’s a whole thing about it.”

“We’ll be lucky if we even make it out alive,” I muttered under my breath, frustration and urgency mixing together.

“Yeah, I’ve heard about Doflamingo’s plan,” Franky replied. “We walked right into that trap. But just because we’re in deep now doesn’t mean we can’t salvage the operation. I’ve got a few tricks up my sleeve. We can still do some serious damage.”

"Alright," I said, trying to focus, “just meet me at the flower field, and we’ll work things out.”

Franky chuckled, “What the hell is that place? Sounds like something out of a fairy tale!”

I couldn’t help the irritation creeping into my voice. "By the way, I’m worried about Y/N. With Doflamingo’s plan, things are getting worse. And I’m also worried about Nami!”

Franky’s voice softened a bit. “Don’t worry, Y/N’s tough as nails. And so is Nami. They’ll be fine, Sanji. You’ve got to have some faith. We just need to find Y/N before Doflamingo does. As for Nami, she’s got Brook and monster Chopper watching her back.”

I opened my mouth to respond when a commotion broke out around us. A crowd had gathered, watching something on a large screen. I glanced over and froze. “Hey! What’s going on there?” I spotted Luffy on the screen, inside the Coliseum, fighting.

“Franky, why the hell is Luffy fighting?!” I demanded, my frustration spiking again.

“Oh, yeah,” Franky said, as if just remembering. “He’s fighting in some big tournament. I forgot to mention it.”

I groaned, running a hand through my hair. “Why the hell did you leave him alone? You know damn well he can’t be trusted on his own!”

Franky didn’t miss a beat. “Hey, you’re one to talk. You lost Zoro and Y/N!”

I clenched my fists, frustrated, but Franky wasn’t wrong. Violet, standing close to me, tensed. Her eyes darted around as if sensing danger before she spoke. "Blackleg, I have to leave. My men have found me. You and your crew are focused on getting to the factory—here, take this." She quickly handed me a folded piece of paper. “It’s disguised as a toy factory.”

I grabbed the map, my heart pounding. "No, you can’t go! If you’ve helped me this far, there’s no turning back!" I protested, desperation creeping into my voice. The thought of her walking away now—after everything—was unbearable.

“It’s too late for me,” she said quietly, her voice carrying a weight of resignation. “The executives already know I’ve betrayed the family. I’m doomed.”

“Violet, wait!” I reached out, placing a hand on her shoulder. “The western gate—meet me there and stay hidden. That’s where our crew’s rendezvous point is. I swear, I’ll get you out. No matter the cost.”

She looked at me, her eyes softening, filled with both care and sorrow. There was something deeper in that gaze, something that made my chest tighten. “Hopeless... you’re just hopeless,” she said with a small laugh, a blush creeping across her cheeks.

My heart raced, my mind split between saving her and focusing on the mission. But just as the tension hung in the air, a familiar voice shattered the moment.

“Pardon me, sir, but please fight! Don’t be hopeless!” It was Kinemon, and he was standing right in front of me, completely oblivious to the mood.

I groaned, my hand dropping from Violet’s shoulder. "Way to kill the mood, Kinemon. When did you even get here?"

Violet was already starting to slip away, her urgency returning. “Violet, wait!” I shouted, but Kinemon stepped in front of me again, blocking my path.

“Fight those men!” Kinemon pointed toward a group of thugs trailing behind him, completely unaware of the delicate situation he was interrupting.

“Really, Kinemon?” I muttered, exasperated. With a swift spin, I kicked the nearest thug square in the face, sending him flying. One by one, the rest followed, collapsing like dominoes. After a few seconds, it was over. I took a drag of my cigarette, feeling the familiar burn in my chest. “They’re just thugs, Kinemon. Why the hell did you need me for this?”

Kinemon straightened, brushing off his robes as if he had just finished an important task. “I was informed that the toy factory is holding my dear friend, Kanjuro,” he said gravely, his face lined with worry.

I raised an eyebrow, exhaling a cloud of smoke. "Oh, is that so?"

Kinemon’s eyes widened, desperation creeping into his voice. “Do you know the way?”

I couldn’t help but smirk, pulling out the small piece of paper Violet had handed me earlier. “Sure, you’ve got it,” I said, unfolding the map in front of him

Y/N POV…

"Alright, I think I lost them," I muttered to myself, finally stopping after what felt like hours of running. My heart pounded in my chest as I bent over, placing my hands on my knees to catch my breath. My muscles ached, and I was heaving like I’d just finished a marathon.

"When we get out of this," I breathed heavily, “I’m definitely gonna work on my cardio, because… man, I’m out of shape.” I chuckled to myself between gasps for air. "Then again, I was injured for the most part, so maybe this counts as my workout."

My eyes landed on a bottle of water, abandoned on the side of the street. It was probably someone’s, but I didn’t care. I snatched it up, unscrewed the cap, and gulped down the cold water. “I needed that,” I sighed, wiping my mouth.

Suddenly, a loud voice echoed from the nearby broadcast. "The crowd is going crazy, folks! Lucy is destroying the competition… in pursuit of the Flame-Flame Fruit!"

My heart nearly stopped. "Lucy?" I straightened up, my mind racing. "Flame-Flame Fruit?" My eyes darted to the transponder snail broadcast, and then it hit me like a ton of bricks. "But that’s… Ace’s fruit. How did—"

My breath caught as the camera panned to the fighter in the arena. It was Luffy—no, Lucy—fighting like his life depended on it.

"Luffy?!" I whispered, eyes wide with shock. "What the hell is going on?!"

The crowd around me was roaring, cheering for "Lucy." It all made sense now. Luffy was after Ace’s fruit. My stomach twisted with a mix of emotions—relief, worry, and confusion. But more than anything, I knew I had to get to him.

“I gotta get there, and quick,” I murmured under my breath, already gearing up to run again. I glanced to my far left and spotted the massive structure of the Coliseum in the distance.

"I’m close!" I whispered to myself, my legs already moving. The pain in my body didn’t matter now. All that mattered was getting to Luffy before anything went wrong. “Hang on, Luffy, I’m coming!”

With renewed determination, I pushed through the streets of Dressrosa, weaving past the citizens and sprinting toward the Coliseum. My mind raced just as fast as my feet, every step bringing me closer to whatever chaos awaited inside.

Law POV.. 

“Room!” I yelled, slicing through the second meteor Fujitora had just sent crashing down. My heart pounded in my chest, but I kept my focus sharp.

“Strength truly admirable for a warlord,” Fujitora said, his tone calm but unwavering.

Before I could respond, I heard Doflamingo’s chilling voice cut through the air. “Don’t interfere, he’s mine to kill, and mine alone,” he declared, launching a barrage of string bullets. One of them grazed my left cheek, drawing blood.

“Damn it,” I hissed, my mind racing. I couldn’t afford to get bogged down here, not with Y/N still in danger. I leaped away from my position, darting into the dense forest, hoping to gain some distance. But Doflamingo wasn’t far behind, his maniacal laugh echoing through the trees.

“You’re not getting away that easily, Law!” Doflamingo taunted, his strings slicing through the air as he pursued me. “Stop playing me for a fool! All this running around… it’s just to buy yourself some time!”

I gritted my teeth, pushing forward, trying to ignore the growing dread in my gut. I have to keep stalling. There’s no other option.

Doflamingo’s voice cut through my thoughts again, more venomous this time. “I will soon have her, Law. You can’t protect her forever.”

“Y/N...” The sound of her name made my blood run cold, and my eyes widened with fear. I had to keep him occupied. If he got to Y/N—no, I couldn’t let that happen. I had to keep moving, keep stalling. My only hope was to delay him long enough for the others to handle the situation.

But just as I thought I might create some distance, I skidded to a halt. Fujitora now stood in front of me, his immense presence blocking my path. My heart sank. And as I glanced behind me, Doflamingo emerged from the shadows of the forest, cutting off any chance of escape.

“Come on, did you really think I was going to let you have it your way?” Doflamingo sneered, his voice laced with malice.

“Damn it,” I muttered, my mind scrambling for a plan. I was trapped between two titans—Fujitora in front, Doflamingo behind.

Sanji POV… 

Kinemon and I made our way toward the flower field, hoping to meet up with Franky so we could make our next move on the toy factory. My mind, however, was racing with concern for Y/N, who was still unaccounted for.

“Folks, we are down to two competitors for this round!” shouted the announcer over the video transponder snail. Kinemon and I paused for a second, looking at the broadcast. My eyes widened in disbelief.

“Luffy? Sir Luffy is there?!”

I clenched my fists, a mixture of frustration and worry bubbling to the surface. “Can’t he stay out of trouble for once?”

Kinemon, oblivious to my rising temper, waved his sword in the air. “I say we go to the toy house, rescue Kanjuro, and deal with this situation after!”

I pinched the bridge of my nose, trying to rein in my frustration. “I’d love to, but we have two major problems. One, we don’t know where Y/N is, and two, there are Marines everywhere,” I said, gesturing toward the streets swarming with navy personnel. “It looks like they’re trying to surround the Colosseum.”

“To no end,” Kinemon added, tightening his grip on his sword.

I nodded, scanning the area. “It seems like a lot of pirates and criminals entered the tournament. The Marines are just waiting to scoop them up as soon as they step out of the arena.”

“Y/N... where are you?” I muttered under my breath, the anxiety gnawing at me. I couldn’t help but think the worst. Every second that passed without finding her made the knot in my stomach tighten.

“Well, a society can only operate properly if criminals are apprehended,” Kinemon said with a straight face, completely missing the gravity of the situation.

I didn’t hesitate to smack the back of his head. “Do you even realize you’re working with pirates right now? And one of them is standing right here!”

He blinked a few times, rubbing the spot where I hit him. “Ah, yes. My apologies.”

I sighed. “We’ve got to figure out a way to warn Luffy without drawing attention to ourselves. But the entrance to the Colosseum is heavily guarded, and there’s no way around.”

As we scouted the area, my eyes landed on a group of Marines stationed near the gate. Among them stood a towering figure—a Navy Vice Admiral, waiting outside the Colosseum.

 Law POV… 

“Run as much as you like, you’re just delaying the inevitable,” Doflamingo taunted, his voice dripping with malice as he pursued me relentlessly. His confidence was almost maddening, each step echoing with the promise of impending doom.

Fujitora wasn’t far behind either, his presence a looming threat as he prepared another assault. With a sudden motion, Fujitora commanded the ground to rise up and attack, sending debris flying at me. I barely managed to keep my footing, my landing almost causing me to trip.

Desperation clawed at me as I fumbled for my transponder snail, trying to reach Nami. “Come on, come on, pick up!” I pleaded, my voice tinged with urgency.

“Nami, what happened?!” I shouted into the transponder, but there was no response. Panic surged through me as Fujitora launched a third attack, his Meteor technique crashing down towards me. I tried to dodge, but the sheer force of the blast hit me with brutal impact, sending me sprawling.

“No mercy for the wicked,” Doflamingo’s laugh echoed ominously through the chaos. It felt like the world was closing in on me, each second dragging out with unbearable tension. I clutched the transponder snail tightly, desperately hoping for an answer.

The transponder snail continued to ring, each unanswered call heightening my frustration. “What are you waiting for, Nami? You were attacked, weren’t you?!” I shouted into the device, my voice cracking with desperation.

Another meteor descended, its fiery trail lighting up the sky as it hurtled toward me. The explosion was deafening, the shockwave nearly throwing me off balance. I barely managed to dodge the blast, rolling out of the way just in time. My body was heavy with exhaustion, each breath coming in ragged gasps as I tried to stay one step ahead of Fujitora’s relentless attacks and Doflamingo’s mocking taunts.

Y/N POV… 

"Sir, there are no signs of any pirates or criminals in the streets," I heard a Marine's voice echo from nearby as I crouched, hidden in a shadowy back alley. My heart raced as I kept as still as possible.

"Alright, come back to the Colosseum. We may need backup just in case," the voice of a Navy Vice Admiral responded.

I let out a slow breath as the Marines moved away, leaving the streets quieter, at least for now. Finally, I allowed myself to relax enough to make a sound.

"I need to think of a plan," I muttered under my breath. But first, I had to get rid of this disguise Kinemon had put me in. It had helped me stay hidden, but now it was more of a liability. The Marines, along with the men who had been chasing me, were probably out looking for me. I couldn’t afford to stay in one place for too long.

As I was about to stand, someone grabbed my shoulder, pulling me back down. I hit the ground with a loud thud.

"And just where do you think you're going?" one of the men sneered, his laughter making my skin crawl. “The boss is going to be pleased about this.” said the other man.

Crap. They found me.

I clenched my right hand, preparing to throw a punch and send them flying, but before I could strike, a familiar figure appeared, already handling the situation.

"Now, now, why don’t we let the girl leave?" a smooth, calm voice spoke. "Besides, you're not going to lay a single hand on her."

In swift, precise movements, Sabo took out all three men with ease, knocking them down one by one until they were left sprawled out on the ground, unconscious or close to it. He hadn’t even broken a sweat.

“Sabo?” I whispered, relief flooding through me as I stood and walked toward him, my heart pounding for a different reason now. Without thinking, I wrapped my arms around him in a grateful hug. "You always know how to show up just in time."

He chuckled softly, his hand resting on my back. “What can I say? I like being there when a beautiful woman needs rescuing.”

I pulled back slightly, smirking up at him. "Oh? So you’ve made it a habit of saving me, huh?"

He gave me that familiar cocky grin, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Well, what can I say? It's one of my favorite pastimes. Besides, you seem to find yourself in these situations often. Lucky for you, I don’t mind being your knight in shining armor."

I rolled my eyes playfully, but I couldn’t hide the smile tugging at my lips. “If you keep this up, I might start to think you’re following me around on purpose.”

Sabo leaned in slightly, his voice lowering, teasing. "Maybe I am. You make it worth the chase, after all." 

I was about to close the gap between us, the tension thick with unspoken words, when a groan interrupted the moment.

“Ugh... what happened…” one of the thugs muttered as he slowly regained consciousness.

Sabo sighed dramatically, rolling his eyes. “Way to kill the mood,” he muttered under his breath. I smirked, crouching down to meet the thug's groggy gaze, grabbing him by the collar.

"Hello there," I said sweetly, my voice carrying a dangerous undertone. "You and I are going to have a little chat," I added, tightening my grip slightly as the thug’s face drained of color.

Minutes later, Sabo had tied up the last of the thugs while I took the opportunity to change into one of the outfits I “borrowed” from one of the sellers here in Dressrosa—an off-the-shoulder white mesh cami and a black mini skirt. When I stepped back, I caught Sabo looking at me, his gaze trailing slowly from my feet to my face. He let out a low whistle, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Well, well, well,” he said, grinning as his gaze lingered a bit too long. “You’ve certainly outdone yourself, haven’t you?”

I felt a blush creeping up my neck but tried to stay composed. “Oh, this thing?” I said with a mischievous smile. “Just something I borrowed from a seller. Figured I’d spice things up a bit.”

Sabo’s eyes sparkled with amusement and admiration. “Borrowed, huh? Seems like you’re making quite the impression. I’m not sure how I’m supposed to concentrate with you looking like that.”

I stepped closer, crossing my arms with a playful smirk. “Distracted, are we? I thought you were the one who was always so focused.”

Sabo chuckled, his gaze lingering appreciatively. “Focused, yes. But you’ve definitely raised the stakes. It’s hard to keep my attention when you’re dressed like that.”

I leaned in slightly, my voice dropping to a teasing whisper. “Careful, Sabo. You might just get a little too distracted if you’re not careful.”

Sabo’s grin widened, and he leaned in, his lips brushing near my ear. “Oh, I’m definitely up for the challenge. But you should know, being this close to you is making it a lot harder to stay focused.” 

I playfully pushed Sabo away and made my way to the thug, grabbing him by the collar. “Now, why were you chasing me? Who sent you?” I demanded, my voice firm.

Sabo, arms crossed and grinning, watched with amusement. The thug sneered at me, trying to muster some bravado. “Bite me!” he spat, attempting to land a headbutt. I dodged effortlessly and released him, Clenching my right hand and connecting it with my left palm letting my hand spark with electricity.

“Now, are you ready to talk? Or are we going to do this the hard way?” I said with a smirk, electricity crackling between my fingers.

Sabo whistled appreciatively, “Yeah, you don’t know what you signed up for. You really don’t want to get caught in that.”

As my hand drew closer, the thug’s bravado faltered. He squirmed, his face paling. “Okay, okay! I’ll talk!” he pleaded, trying to back away.

“Start talking,” I said, my voice laced with barely contained rage.

“We were sent by Joker to capture you and bring you to him,” he stammered, trembling.

“Joker, huh?” I muttered. “Well, looks like you’re going to have to make a call to Joker then.”

“I refuse!” he said defiantly, though his voice wavered.

“Well, I tried doing this nicely.” I grabbed him with my left hand, lifting him up, and connected my right hand, electricity flowing through my left arm. “Now, Bolt,” I said, as the electricity surged through him.

The thug convulsed under the shock, his whimpers echoing as I let the current flow. After a few agonizing seconds, I dropped him to the ground, his body twitching as he lay there, groaning.

“Now let’s try that again,” I said, smirking, as I readied myself for his response.

Laws Pov.. 

I kept running, my breath heavy, my mind racing. Doflamingo was closing in fast. I glanced over my shoulder, just as he appeared in front of me, blocking my path with that twisted smile.

“Well, how about that? Nowhere else for you to run, Law,” Doflamingo taunted, his voice dripping with amusement as he started walking slowly toward me.

Before I could react, Caesar’s voice cut through the tension. “Joker, wait!” Caesar shouted, waving his hands frantically. “Kill him if you want, but there’s something important I need you to do first! And don’t forget about the Princess!”

Doflamingo’s attention flicked toward Caesar, and I used the brief distraction to gather my strength. My mind was spinning, and in that moment, I couldn’t help but think of Y/N. Wherever you are... I hope you’re safe and far away from all this.

Caesar’s whining continued. “That bastard ripped my heart out and stole it from me! I shudder just thinking about what he’ll do next!” he said, his voice trembling with fear.

I can’t stop here. I won’t let him win!

“Room!” I shouted, raising my hand. “Shambles!” The world around me shifted as I teleported away from Doflamingo, creating enough distance to continue my escape.

As I reappeared farther away, my body aching, I kept running, not daring to slow down. I just need to stall. Keep him away long enough... Y/N, stay safe. I’ll deal with him. Somehow.

I fumbled with the transponder snail, my heart pounding as I called Nami’s line again. Instead, Chopper answered, sounding frantic. “Hello! Who is this?! Whoever you are, we need your help!”

“Listen, Raccoon, I don’t care what your situation is!” I barked, still sprinting and narrowly avoiding another barrage of Doflamingo’s strings. “Take the ship and head to Greenbit, now! I’m leaving Caesar with you! No time to explain—just do it!” I cut the call before he could protest.

I could hear Doflamingo's mocking laughter echoing closer. Just as I glanced back, pain tore through my side—a "bullet string" hit me dead on. I crashed to the ground, gasping for air, my vision swimming.

“This is the end of the line, Law,” Doflamingo sneered as he loomed over me, his voice a twisted blend of arrogance and sadistic joy. “Who did you end up calling? Was it the princess?”

His cruel laughter sent chills down my spine as I struggled to push myself off the ground. Every breath felt like knives in my lungs, but I forced myself to glare up at him.

“I set a trap for your partner,” Doflamingo continued, eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “I knew he wouldn’t resist the prize in that gladiator contest. Strawhat doesn’t stand a chance!” He laughed again, like a predator toying with his prey.

I clenched my fists, trying to ignore the searing pain. My mind flashed to Luffy, Y/N, and the rest of the crew. I couldn't let Doflamingo win.

“So, are you ready to give up, Law?” he asked, his voice dripping with false sympathy.

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[withahappyrefrain]

NSFW Headcanon: almost getting caught with the person you allegedly hate

feels like this would be very Jake Seresin coded

"Fuck, sweetheart, feel so good." You want to slap that shit-eating grin off his face.

"Do you ever shut up?" You want to slap him. But you already knew he liked it, that it brought him pleasure.

And that's not what you're here to do. This is to blow off steam. To get yourself off.

And it would be much easier if he would just shut up.

"What's the matter? Worried others will walk in?" Did his teeth somehow get whiter? What was he practicing for, a dentist commercial? Did the Navy not pay enough.

"Yes, you fucking idiot, that's exactly what I'm afraid of!" You still your hips, not that you want to. But the walking Ken doll needs to shut up.

"God, I love it when you talk dirty."

How did you even get here? You hated Jake Seresin, couldn't stand him. Maybe it was the one too many margaritas you had. Penny always poured with a heavy hand.

Maybe it was the fact he wouldn't let off, continuing to comment that he could make you feel good.

That's how you found yourself riding your least favorite person in the bathroom of the Hard Deck.

You leaned forward, hands reaching up to his neck. His stupid thick neck, so thick you had to use both hands to wrap around it.

"Fuck, babe-" His eyes rolled to the back of his head at the motion.

"Of course you would like that, can feel your cock twitch. Fucking pathetic," you hissed.

Jake was having the time of his life. He always thought you were hot, with the way you were unafraid to take charge. And fuck, you felt amazing, bouncing up and down on his cock.

"I'm not even close to coming." That was a lie. You had never gotten to be the one on top in situations like this (not that you made fucking your least favorite person a habit) and it was exhilarating. And even worse, somehow the idiot's cock had managed to brush against the spot that made your eyelids flutter.

A sudden knock caused your blood to run cold.

"Razor?"

Why did Bob have the worst timing?

"Whatcha need Bob? Kinda busy here!" You slapped a hand over Jake's mouth, knowing damn well he couldn't contain himself. With the way the emerald green of his eyes were nearly gone, overtaken by blown irises, you'd say he almost enjoyed getting caught.

"We were worried Bagman made you leave!" Of course. They all saw you storm off. What they didn't see what Jake following you. What they didn't see (unfortunately) you slapping him, nor did they hear the moan he let out.

"No, that little shit isn't bringing me down. I'm just uh decompressing!" You nearly let out a gasp when you felt a pair of teeth tug at one of your hardening nipples. You looked down and sure enough, there was the man of the hour, sitting up and mouthing at your breasts.

"Alright, I'll leave you be."

Thank God. Because you were downright embarrassed by the moan you let you out when Jake's hands began raising your hips up and down on his cock.

"Aww Razor, sound so pretty when you have my cock in ya." You tugged on his stupidly blonde hair, hard enough for a hiss to fall from his lips.

"Shut up and make me come already."

"With pleasure."

[iznsfw]

Chaewon anal pls :3

Fancam

IZ Days of Christmas: Day 6 - Kim Chaewon

LE SSERAFIM's Kim Chaewon x Male Reader Smut

3455 words

Categories: BUTT STUFF (anal + ass eating), brat!Chaewon, cunnilingus, rough sex, spanking, mirror sex, masturbation, doggy style, fingering, squirting, inspired from how a BFH happens + dirty thoughts

I couldn't complete the initial draft, so I just combined it all together but still made it fit the story like the clever little fucker I am. Enjoy.

For @kaedespicelatte ❤

Your cock goes through more bouts of stimulation in these minutes than your other body parts have ever felt in their lives. It suffers—or rather, enjoys, the feel of your fist bobbing up and down its girth as you imagine that your hand is not actually itself, but rather, your favorite idol's cunt.

"Oh, oh, fuck! Fuck, Kim Chaewon, you're so tight!" you yell out, speaking out loud to her in spite of knowing she won't hear you.

Yes, that is her name. You have never felt more of a degenerate and a blushing schoolgirl at the same time. This fourth generation idol does things to you. She's an adorable girl, but it's inevitable to see the hot side to her. As the concepts of her group, IZ*ONE, matures along with the members, she does, too. She becomes even more attractive.

You'd close your eyes to picture her bouncing on your cock better, but that would rob you of seeing the looped muted videos playing on your computer: Chaewon sensually gyrating her ass side to side, in accordance with the choreography of the most recent IZ*ONE comeback: Panorama.

Oh, she knows what she is doing. The smug look reflecting in her eyes, her smile... no one can tell you that Chaewon doesn't know the effect she has on her fans. What, with that tight little body and ass, she can send each and every one of the fans who adore her to heaven. Hell might be a better place for you since you love to lust over this girl so much, but you don't care one bit. You'd set yourself on fire if it meant a chance with her.

In short, and to keep all those pathetic statements, you are a big fan of Kim Chaewon. Too big of a fan, you know, but it is what it is. She's too attractive of a girl to not do... this.

As the videos transition to a new outfit and new angles, you close your eyes and let your mind run wild. What if....

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"Oppa, are these shorts too tight on me?"

No. Well, actually, yes. You purposely styled her navy blue shorts that way so it accents her hips and butt, to appeal to the fans. It's your job as her stylist to design good outfits for her that fit the comeback concept and also pleasure the eyes and flesh, but now, it has backfired. The plan you have made is slowly starting to take you as its victim, too.

Chaewon raises the shorts higher, smoothing her fingers on the fabric as it wraps around her tiny body. Your mouth practically waters.

Chaewon, with her dark blue hair curled and cheeks blushed, snaps her fingers in front of your face. "Hello? Hellooo? Oppa, you good?"

"Y-yeah!" you say nervously. Laugh a little at yourself because of how weak you particularly are around Chaewon. You're a professional stylist—you are blunt, but charming enough for richer customers like those from Swing Entertainment, and most importantly: professional, but cool enough for the idols to pull jokes around you.

However, you are none of those things. At least, not in front of Chaewon whom you cannot seem to put your work personality on for. You get along with Eunbi and the other members professionally just fine. Yena has even become one of your best friends. So why can you never act right around her?

"Ohhh." Chaewon draws out the word with a sense of understanding. Afterwards, she sets her hands on her hips and smiles knowingly. "You're one of them now."

"Huh? One of who?"

"One of those fans. Those fans who never want to do anything but worship my body. That's who."

You feel a little guilty now. Have you overstepped on her boundaries? Yes, it is your job to cater to IZ*ONE's male-dominated fanbase, but that does not mean you have to become like them, too. No, you only admire Chaewon in a proper manner. You like her because she is pretty and has a sweet voice, not just because of her body!

Her body that is just so hot and tight...

Chaewon leaning over one of the dressing tables and wiggling her ass is no help at all. She giggles profoundly, as if her doing that was a completely innocent thing, and smiles again. "What if," she says, and pauses, letting the suspense take over, " I let you? "

Is she serious?

You have no time to think about it. As if you were controlled by a perverted puppetmaster, you walk over and smack Chaewon's ass. She gasps deliciously, biting her lower lip, whether for more seduction or simply her libido is unknown. But you set that thought aside to take it all in: how Chaewon's buttcheek feels so soft yet firm at the same time, completely spankable; the wet spot your fingers touch on as you slap her ass and part of her center. Chaewon is as needy as she is evil, so her eyes send you a request. Without words, you understand what she wants you to do.

But foreplay is essential. Taking this into consideration, you close the distance between you till it is almost nonexistent. Her thighs feel great in your palms. You've never noticed how pretty they are before. Pale and thick, they feel like pillows beneath your touch. They are sensitive as well; Chaewon whimpers softly while you take your sweet time with them.

"Yes, I've wanted to fuck you for so long, oppa~" she confesses out of the blue. The mirror reflects your actions performed onto Chaewon's beautiful figure. Most importantly, they show her face: the makeup for the comeback performance makes her siren eyes look even more seductive. Her lips are painted a perfect ruby red. "Everytime I saw you arrange the clothes for the girls, and how passionate you are about everything, I felt so... needy. I've wanted you since the day I met you."

"That makes two of us," you chuckle softly. Kiss her back as gently as you can, somehow assuring yourself through it that you can hold yourself back from ravaging her immediately.

The day you met Chaewon enters your mind. She still uses the same perfume from that day. She had worn an adorable blue and strawberry red sailor-themed dress. You loved its design, so you had reached her, complimented her performance and how she looks in it, and asked who made it for her. When she replied that she had designed and sewn it herself, you were surprised. You already knew that Kim Chaewon is talented, but you somehow forgot that her capabilities are also strong outside of vocals and dance.

She looked adorable. You were both the same age with big dreams that were just recently attained. And now... she looks beautiful. She has always been pretty, but there is a mature side to her now. If you were to be a little more explicit... hot?

"Did you know, Chaewon, that I put a very special feature in these shorts?" you ask, grinning. Feel around her crotch area to render her moaning needily.

"Mm, and what is it?" she asks. Her eyes are closed. They flutter wide open suddenly. "Oh!"

You've inserted a finger inside her. Her wet walls tense due to the unexpected intrusion. Smirk as you explain: "I added a secret zipper. Just so I can fuck you safely whenever I get the chance."

"Mmm, oh..." Chaewon rides your finger in dizzying circles, head thrown back. And it is so much hotter to watch her in motion in the mirror—it reflects the need in her eyes, the talented sway of her hips, and most importantly, her rounded mouth when she lets out her beautiful moans. "W-what's stopping you then, oppa? Why don't you just take me?"

Quicken the wiggle of your finger inside her to reach the right spots. Chaewon gasps out girlishly, looking back at you as if she expects you to just get to it. That's how most of her fans would have done, but you are no ordinary fan of hers. You are her stylist, someone she trusts and someone she actually wants to fuck her.

"It's just so fun to tease you. Look at Chaewonie all red and blushing."

She does. She gazes in the mirror and sees her own flushed face, and becomes redder. Since when did she become this horny for anyone? There's been the occasional boy toy here and there, yet she always finds herself wanting you.

"Please, oppa," she begs, with a cherry on top. Her own cherries must have been rock hard under her bra right now. They poke through the fabric, not protrudingly enough to show an imprint, but still tweakable. They are your findings in the experiment that is "Explore Kim Chaewon: erect, yet soft tempting things that slide against your palm.

Stop fingering her for a while to smack her ass again. This time, you do not hold back. Its impact sends Chaewon's hips jerking forward. She cries out in pain, but your focus is on the way her fat ass cheeks ripples in your hand.

"Say it again," you command firmly. Your eyes seal onto the reflections of Chaewon's in the reflective glass. She whines, not knowing what to do being put in a situation like this, so you spank her again. "Say it again, Chaewon-ah."

"Oppa, can you—pretty please?—fuck my ass?"

Her words are the perfectly written code to trigger the following events: the zipper being wrung even higher, and your cock sliding up into Chaewon's asshole. The tightness is overwhelming; all the lube you've used is the natural wetness from her cunt.

Now, Chaewon arcs her back and screams. Her virginal asshole is not used to your size nor girth, but the pain only extracts more juice from her cunt. It is even wetter than from when you fingered her. She bites her lip in order to quiet herself down, but you slam into her ass harder, knocking her into the table.

"Ah! Oppa!"

"Scream louder," you command. Grasp her by the waist and start to pound her fervently. The puckered hole just grips you so well. What else can you do but let it? Hell, even make it?

Chaewon whimpers. "But what if someone hears? Oppa!" She screams again because of your cock roughly jerking to the depths of her ass, amplifying the pleasure that warms her whole body.

"Let them, they might even join in on the fun."

Chaewon considers this, and you can tell that deep inside, she has to confess that she likes the idea. Imagining someone coming in as you pound her before the mirror in the salon... it is a fantasy that she has not even considered.

She gasps as you add your fingers inside her cunt again. Her gasp turns into a wail; she's being fille din both holes simultaneously, and you are in no way being gentle. Your fingertips dig into a rougher texture, making Chaewon cry out. That is how you know you've reached her G-spot. Start to rub into that spot more and kiss her delicate neck and ears. Capture her earlobe with your teeth and increase the speed of your drills.

"Mm, ahh, fuck, oppa!" Chaewon wails needily. The penetration from both holes is becoming too much. She is just being stretched too well. All her sensitive places are being overstimulated. But she can't cum now! Not when you're jerking into her so perfectly and her mouth is lewdly slack as she watches herself in the mirror. Not when your cock stretches her tight asshole so perfectly that it is nearly agape!

"No, no, can't cum yet!" Chaewon's ass sways just like the part of the choreography you've watched for so long, again and again. "Can't cum y-yet—ahhh!"

Girl cum floods your hand like a storm. Chaewon's scream of pleasure is the thunder. The lightning speed of her body squirming and bucking into yours brings you to your orgasm, too. Her asshole has become incredibly tight despite the stretch your cock has made, wringing ribbons of cum from its tip and filling her ass with semen.

Such a shame that this has to end. You want to stay in the heavens of her ass forever.

Deftly pull out with pants that mirror Chaewon's. Her shorts are now ruined. Her creampied ass wets the fabric along with her own cum. It's filthy—you know you should be angry that her need to be ruined has done its own way of ruining the shorts you've painstakingly sewn and designed, but in that moment, you don't mind. You don't mind one bit.

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That's your first orgasm for the night. Your cum has spurted all over your shorts and shirt. You are beyond exhausted; you have been wanking off to Chaewon all night, and your mind has gone to places you never knew could reach.

You can't move nor speak, so instead, you look at your desktop wallpaper of her in the background. She is beautiful—her tongue is cutely stuck out as she mimicks a Kuromi expression. A picture that is supposed to be cute suddenly gives you an idea again.

Sigh and wrap your hand back on your cock. Here we go again.

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"You're just so boringgg! Why can't we do it?"

If you were a different person and were told that those words came from a five-year-old girl spoiled by overly adoring parents, you would have believed it. But you aren't a different person and Chaewon isn't five; she's twenty-fucking-two years old and your girlfriend.

It's the weekend, and Chaewon has decided, because you are home, to be brattier than ever. You know your endless scolding and spankings won't stop her because she thrives on those like a little devil with each sin you make, so you try to ignore her loud complaints as you go through your phone.

She sits on the floor, legs folded beneath her, throwing another temper tantrum. You're used to it, but it still annoys you to no end.

"Why can't we do it?" she whines, slapping your knee. "Other couples do it a lot! But you won't let me!"

You ignore her, subtly rolling your eyes and scrolling through your phone. Cool, another funny dog video. But that doesn't evoke a laugh from you; you're too riled up by Chaewon to even chuckle.

You know what she's asking from you, and you are not about to give in.

It's not that you don't want to, per se; it's that you are afraid that it might hurt her. Even if she begs for it day or night, you aren't sure you can go ahead without hurting her.

Despite Chaewon's brattiness (both in and out of your sex life), you still love her and would not want to put her in pain.

"Why can't you put it in my ass too? Are you scared?"

Yeah, that's correct: Kim Chaewon has been begging you to do anal. You know it sounds ridiculous that she has to plead for it from you, but you have your reasons.

Reasons that you are having difficulty keeping.

But you roll your eyes. Fine, you'll bite.

Place your phone down on the sofa, your eyes trained on her with a squint. "Chaewon, I'm tired of this."

"I am too!" she fires back.

"And I'm not scared, Chaewon."

"Oh? Then fuck me."

"Easy," you say, licking your lips. You are about to reach for her when Chaewon shakes her head.

"Uh-uh! You don't just fuck me…I want you to fuck me in the ass."

You should have seen that coming. The little brat.

but if she wants it that bad…

Your mind is a large fire of frustration. Your girlfriend is being the most annoying person on Earth right now, and the pent-up tension between the two of you isn't helping at all. Not one bit.

Your hands quivering, you grab Chaewon without thinking and throw her on the sofa. She screams, whether out of excitement or actual fear is unknown to you. You simply wring her panties and shorts from her legs, finally giving in after abstaining from it for so long.

"Fuck, oppa, what are you doing?" Chaewon asks. Her legs are pushes back in the air. She gasps when you blow cold air all over her pussy, and the round brown hole that has barely been used.

"Lubing you up, what else?"

Chaewon moans with pleasure when your lips connect with her lower ones. Your tongue slides over her lips, flicking her clit, and licking its sensitive form repeatedly.

Chaewon practically quivers from gratification. She lies back to enjoy your oral attack, but you aren't about to give her a gentle way in. Not at all. You grab her thighs and wildly wiggle your tongue inside her, lapping up the juices that eventually start flowing. Lick from the bottom a stripe that finishes sharply on her clit, before trying out something new.

Your tongue prods against her brown hole. "Oh!" Chaewon screams, hands on her mouth as she watches you. She loses sight of you; she can only see stars as this oddly new sensation ripples through her body. Would she like it? Or would she regret asking you to expand your horizons in bed?

Your tongue eases in through the tight hole and backs out, too. It isn't quite anything like you expected. She tastes... delicious? Her juices flow down to her peach and make it easier to eat it, adding to the delicious flavor that is and only is Kim Chaewon.

"Fuck, oppa, you eat my ass so well!" cries out Chaewon. Her asshole tightens around your tongue, but you continue to lick and lap. All the while, your nose also provides constant stimulation to her clit with unintended but welcome rubs.

Chaewon's thighs crash into your head. You actually start to run out of air. You have kept at alternating eating out her ass and pussy, have become so inmersed in eating her out that you forget yourself. Inhale sharply through your nose and let her feminine scent invade your senses, just like how your tongue does to the wet and tight cunt and her unexpectedly delicious ass. It doesn't help that Chaewon keeps wiggling her cunt in your face, forcing you to continue eating her out with no break. Your plan of not giving her rest throughout this session has backfired on you, too.

Luckily, Chaewon is close. She announces it loudly, breath catching in her throat, before she screams loudly. She suddenly tears at your hair and forces you to keep your tongue wildly wiggling in both of her holes, sliding over her erogenous zones and filling them both. It is too much for a one-guy job, and you aren't too sure you can handle it. You aren't sure if you can handle her.

You start to spank Chaewon's thighs wildly, a sign for her to back out. You fire angry slaps at her ass too, but no matter how red and sore they become, they remain around your head. She's desperate, now, but you are, too. Who will win this game? Chaewon, who is squeezing her own breasts and lying back on the sofa pillows moaning, or you—her good-for-nothing daddy?

It's obvious now. Daddies always give in. Might as well do so in a way that pleasures you, too.

Soon, Kim Chaewon is upside-down. She is slobbering all over your cock, diligently blowing its girth, while you give your all into eating her cunt out. You groan; you forgot how good she is at giving you head. Such a pity you are out of breath to praise her. At least your hips are diligently knocking into that cute little face, causing her to gag wildly.

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Wow.

You are stunned at the thoughts your own mind can create. The clarity of it all makes your nth orgasm less intense. Although you have had your head full of thoughts about Kim Chaewon—her bending over and letting you take her ass, and her being bratty as you eat her out—only one thought remains clear:

I should become a smut writer.

You have read them before, and it is possibly that which has led to all this feral feelings over Chaewon. You have fantasized a lot before, but you have never actually considered writing them down or posting them.

Perhaps you could—no, you should—write them down. Maybe someone out there will like them enough. Tumblr is always a good place to start.

Determined, you wipe yourself down and clean your place up. You log into your barely touched Google Documents account, add a fresh new document, and start to write.

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The Day The Music Died (PART FOUR)

(PART ONE) (PART TWO) (PART THREE)

Possessive!Spot x femSpider!Reader & Possessive!Miguel x femSpider!Reader

Summary: Grumpy reader is freaking the fuck out. You meet a certain supervillain +his sworn nemesis leader and things get a little darker.

Warnings: Violence, Possesive behavior, obsession, miguel lolll, bad commuinication from reader. Panicccc.

Was it bad that you could now stick to any surface you wanted?

Nah, just a little weird. 

Was it worse that you could hear, smell, taste, and feel something that was miles away?

Yes. Fucking yes.

You could not get any peace and quiet after the incident. 

Even if you dragged your pillow over your ears or stuffed them with cotton, it was futile. 

Ignore the problem and it’ll go away.

Walking to work became more of a hassle when everything was so…much.

At least your wrists started to hurt less, but they still were sensitive as fuck. 

Finally, you had a day off and what did you decide to do?

Find Spot. 

Hopefully before this navy and red spandex creep found you first. 

——

After stalking places where a supposed ‘supervillain’ would be, you came across the same abandoned park you were at a few months ago. 

When it all went to shit.

The warehouse in the forest caught your attention, and so you strutted over. 

You didn’t even have to look below your feet to make sure your didn’t trip. You had impeccable balance. 

The trees watched over you like all those people when you were bit. The shadows comforted you. Birds chirped in the distance and you could hear the sound of horns honking in traffic behind you. 

The warehouse had overgrown plants and cracks in the walls. 

The perfect hideout.

The door was adjacent and was detached from its hinges from years of no use. 

When you stepped inside, you weren’t even stunned to see the pale white lanky man tinkering on the floor. 

Spot talked to himself a lot, you noticed. 

“Maybe if I could just–No…no that wouldn’t work.” and “I’ll show them…I’ll show her.” were the most frequent thoughts that were spoken into the abandoned building. 

He didn’t notice you come in, you were so fucking quiet nowadays that you couldn’t even hear your own footsteps. 

And you were the one with the abnormal hearing. 

“Spot.” 

This launched him out of his science and he quickly swiveled to look at you. 

“Woah–What–What are you doing here?!” Spot spat at you as you stood with your arms by your side. 

Honestly, you weren’t all too sure yourself. 

You were scared.

“I’m scared.” 

                              …

It was silent. You could hear a pin drop. No literally, you could actually hear a pin drop from inside the city. Miles fucking away. 

You kept a straight face as a tear slowly fell from your eye. 

“I don’t know what to do. I’m scared.” 

“What?” 

Spot just stood in an amazed shock. You assumed that if he had eyes, they’d be wide. 

“I’m weird now.” You hoped he wouldn’t make you talk more than you needed to. You were already embarrassed from needing help.

You were so fucking pathetic.

“Ok–You just–you’re what?!” He raised his voice, causing you to flinch since it seemed way louder than it actually was. “You are an absolute–why did you come to me?”

“I don’t know.” That was a lie. You did know. 

“What do you mean weird? Are you just–Are you trying to screw with me?!” Spot just seemed to get even more angry. 

You were just so tired. 

You didn’t care.

“I lied. I do know.” Always honest, you had to keep being honest. 

“Then why?! Because you made it clear you didn’t want me!” Static raised between you two as he spoke vigorously. Was it weird that he seemed more…hole-y than he was before? 

“I don’t wanna say it.”  

You really didn’t. 

”Say. It.”

“No.” Your voice was down to a whisper, everything was too much. 

”SAY IT. I’M NOT SOME WEAK–“

“I’m so scared, Spot. I need help. Please.” You were almost sobbing now. You were just…blank. You couldn’t bring yourself to even yell back. It was like someone stole your batteries and left you with no energy. 

“It’s all wrong. Everything is too much. I can stick to walls. My wrists ache. I can hear your skin shifting against itself. I feel like I’m falling and always on the edge.” 

”What–“ Spot seemed to calm at your admission, only slightly. 

“I just want to disappear.” You didn’t even look at him, you couldn’t. 

You felt awful. Bile rose in your throat as you spilt out your thoughts. You hated being like this. 

“I feel sick.” 

You don’t care. You really don’t.

“…I think maybe there’s something wrong with me.” 

—————

Hot tears trailed down as you stood with a blank expression. Did you think some inter dimensional demon-looking dork could help you?

What have you become? An idiot for sure. 

Or a monster.

You didn’t really know how to cry. It was hard for you to even comprehend it. It had been so long since you felt…since you felt anything. 

You were exhausted, and so done with this. 

“I’m sorry.” Spot hesitantly approached you. 

“Ok.”

“No really, I’m sorry–“

“Ok.” You wiped at your eyes, rubbing them repeatedly to flush away the evidence that you even cried in the first place. 

“Don’t cut me off. I–I need to know what’s happening to you. In order to help, yeah?” He treated you like a scared animal, as he delicately put one foot in front of the other. 

He put you on edge. The goosebumps returned even stronger as he got closer, like your body was warning you of how dangerous this guy could be. 

“Yeah.” 

<em> You don’t care. You just want to get this over with.</em>

“So…” Spot waved his arms in front of you, now about three feet away. You could hear his portals that danced across his skin. 

Right. You needed to tell him. 

Tell him what? That you were going insane?

“Who are you.” You just wanted to move on, you wanted to know he wasn’t going to hurt you.

You were too vulnerable right now, it wasn’t safe. 

Spot seemed a bit stunned by your curiosity, knowing that you hate talking. 

“I-I’m The Spot–“ 

“No. Who are you.” You stopped looking down and stared at this face-hole thingy. You needed something against him if he could have anything against you.

“Johnathan. Doctor Johnathan Ohnn. I worked at Alchemax before…before I became this.” 

Wow. He was a doctor? Like a mad scientist? 

“What do you want.” You just needed to know more. 

<em> You don’t care. You really don’t care. </em>

“Spider-man. He made me into…this. I’ve got nobody because of him. Not even my own parents love me.” 

There was so much I wanted to say. 

I’m sorry. How are you dealing with that? Can I do anything for you? I’m so sorry. I wish you were treated differently. I know what that’s like. Who is Spider-man? Could he be related to the spider in the exhibit? To the guy following me?

“What’s wrong with you?”

Oh. Right. That. 

“I can hear things. A lot of things. Too many…things.” You didn’t want to give too much detail. He could still use that to his advantage and hurt you. 

You didn’t want to be hurt. 

“I can…climb up things. With my bare hands. I don’t get cold anymore. I can run really fast and lift up my bed with only my pinky finger.” You listed everything, trying to keep it as vague as possible. 

Spot was inching even closer to you. 

Your skin bristled at the lack of distance between you. 

“My wrists they…they have bumps on them that…that shoot out things. Like rope. They hurt a lot and–“ You didn’t want to mention how sensitive they were, Spot could use that weakness if you let him know. 

You don’t care. You really don’t.

“–and yeah. It’s all…It’s all wrong.” 

Spot was standing right there, you swear you could feel his breath(?) or air coming out of his face hole. “Can you show me? Your wrists? It could help me–“ 

“No.” No. You can’t be weak now. He knows too much. 

“Yes. C’mon, I just need to see them once and then I think I can produce a theory by what you’ve told me. Just once.” 

You don’t care. You don’t care. You don’t care–

“Fine. Just…don’t touch the bump.” You lifted your wrists and pushed back your long-sleeved to show the little indent that reminded you of what was wrong with you. 

You flinched back a little when his white hands completely covered your palm. 

A faded memory flashed in your skull…

Spots large palms engulfed yours completely, but for real. Like you literally could not see a bare centimeter of your hand underneath his. 

He seemed to notice with how he lingered with both of his hands onto of yours. You could even say he seemed enraptured and pleased with this new found discovery.

No. No don’t think about that. 

Spot’s pointer finger went to poke around the bump, not touching it like you said. 

When he grazed over it, you let out a soft shudder and blushed. That made you feel something. Something you don’t want to feel.

You tore your hand out of his and held it to your chest, your heart thumped violently. Spot seemed frozen in place by the sound you just released. He put his own hand to his side, curling it into a tight fist like he was holding back something. 

“Spot, don’t touch it. It’s…” You couldn’t say it.

“Sensitive?” He asked.

Yes. Very. 

“Did it feel nice?”

What. What did this guy just say? 

“Stop. What’s wrong with me?” You just wanted to leave. You were too weak right now. 

“Were you…bit? By a spider?” 

How’d he know? 

You nodded softly and kept your gaze anywhere but him. 

“No…No way…” Spot was speechless in front of you. 

“What? What’s wrong with me?” You were starting to get annoyed. This was too much. It was all too much. 

“It was supposed to be Peter. Not you.” 

…What? 

“What? Peter?” 

“You weren’t supposed to get bit. Thats not–Thats not how this works! It was supposed to be Peter! Not you!” Spot seemed frantic and panicked as he paced around the warehouse. 

“Ok.” You didn’t care. You just wanted to leave.

“No…this wasn’t supposed to happen! Have you–Have you seen anyone that looks strange lately?!” Spot went to grab your shoulders but you took a step back to dodge the touch. 

You weren’t good with touch. 

Or words. 

Or people.

Or anything. 

An image of navy blue and sharp red highlights danced in your mind. 

“Yes.”

“Shit. This–This isn’t good…just when I thought I had something going! Way to go Spot–Jesus–“ Spot railed off and started hitting himself in the face like some kind of punishment. 

“Stop. Don’t hurt yourself.”

You honestly don’t care. You really don’t care.

He didn’t seem to hear you over him whispering to himself so you reached out and yanked his hand down. Maybe with a little more strength than you thought humanly possible, but it stopped him. 

You let go immediately after he looked down at your hands that were intertwined. 

“Don’t do that.” You just stood there. 

You were really tired. 

You don’t care anymore. 

“Oh–Oh okay…sorry to worry you…I didn’t know you cared for me like that I would’ve–“ 

“Ok.” 

You don’t care but ok. Sometimes it’s better to just shrug everything off. 

You were too shut down to notice how his body quivered at your touch. 

“This…This could work out. You can be my partner in crime! We can, you know, commit like–crimes together! This can work!” 

Was that a question or was that a statement? 

“The Society hasn’t even gotten you yet! You’re all mine!–“ 

What?

Spot sputtered as he noticed your eye brows rise exponentially, “I mean not like that but as in your like my own–like my own Spider-Girl!” 

“No.”

You just wanted out. You didn’t want to be anywhere anymore. You don’t care.

“What do you mean no?” Spots head tilted in question. 

“I am going home now.” This meeting was so useless. It just made you weak. 

Spot reached out for you and managed to grab your arm before you slipped away. “No you aren’t.”

“Yes I am.” You were done with this. 

“No! The Society is after you now, they’ll take you from–“ 

‘From me?’ is that what he was going to say? 

Spot just held your arm, the grip would’ve probably broken your arm if you weren’t part fucking spider. 

“I’m going home.” 

Static ran out the warehouse and a pitch black hole seemed to enlarge on spots chest.”No! You can’t leave again! They’ll–”

A big crash from one of the broken windows rang out, your senses tingled as the new stranger ran up to spot and knocked Spot aside. The wall almost caved in with the impact from Spots abnormal size. 

Owch. 

“You’re coming with me.” 

You looked away from Spot with a wince, you did not want to spend your day off like this. 

“No.” You were going home, duh.

The man in front of you was large, bulky. He wasn’t as tall as spot, but man, he was fucking huge. He was dressed in navy blue hologram-like suit material with sharp red accents. He seemed futuristic. 

The man spoke in a harsh tone, a lumberjack like voice. “I can help you, he can’t. He’s a–“ 

“NO. I won’t let you take her! She’s mine! You took everything from me! You won’t take her!”

Spot rammed into the man in front of you and began to pummel him with his fists as static rippled around you. 

This was too much. 

It was all too much. 

You were going to throw up. 

You don’t care.

So you walked out of the warehouse. Literally. There was no reason to stay. They were too busy fucking each other up that you just quietly stepped out. This was the only time you thanked your new powers for the fact you were deadly silent when you moved. 

Only to be knocked to the ground by a heavily pregnant woman. There were more? 

“Thank god LYLA called, you’re a tricky catch.” Honestly, strong respect to this expecting mother, you could barely get up from a cold a few days ago. 

You didn’t struggle. You just laid there awkwardly. 

“What’s going on?” You were starting to feel like you were on edge again. Like you were tipping and almost going to fall. 

You wrists ached. 

“You’re a spider-person now, hon. You’ve got a responsibility, even if it was a mess up that made you receive it.” Her suit was black and red with a white spider etched on the front. 

“I want to go home.” Always honest.

“You will. We just have to work some things out, that’s all.” 

“K.” Just get this over with. Just get this over this.

You really don’t care.

“Well…follow me then?” She opened a portal to what seemed like a…modern dimension? This was all so weird….

It didn’t look like Spots black holes. 

Wait–Spot. 

“What about Spot, and the weird man?” You were almost curious. 

You don’t care.

“They’ll…make up?” 

Yeah. That was totally a lie. 

“Ok.” 

You couldn’t care less.

“After you–“ the pregnant woman gestured to the portal. 

You just had to get bit by some fucked up spider. 

You looked behind you as you heard your name ring out the forest.

”STOP! DON’T GO IN–ergh–STOP SHE’S MINE–“ Spots voice strained against the sound of fists and walls crashing.

<em>You don’t care.</em>

“If I go in, can you not hurt him too bad?” You just didn’t like the sound of his voice when he screamed for you. 

It didn’t sound like Spot at all.

“Ok. I’ll tell Miguel to hold back a little, ok?” She just gestured to the portal again,

”NO! NONONO! STOP–I can take care of myself! Don’t go in! DON’T GO–“

Something wet fell down your cheek as you walked in the portal and didn’t look back. 

You don’t care.  

Later on, you realized that the ‘wet’ thing was a tear. 

What was happening to you?

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