#but imagine me trying to say this to my pretty wife who is deep into psychology and special ed academia....she just doesnt need to be burde

[dayasusays]

could you write a degradation dirty talk type bruce!! i imagine him to have the BEST dirty talk

oh, anon, he has the best dirty talk.

bruce is experienced, mature and i can tell he knows how to treat a woman.

warnings ! — SMUT, headcanons, fem!reader, husband!bruce wayne, dirty talk, cunnilingus, maledom, praise, compliments

summary ? — bruce has the best dirty talk.

౿ . . ` ౨ৎ ENJOY 🦇

husband!bruce wayne, who knows what his words do to you and uses them skillfully.

husband!bruce wayne, who only needs to open his mouth and talk to make you wet.

husband!bruce wayne, who massages your clit through the fabric of your underwear and whispers “so wet for me, yes? yes, princess, just for me?”

husband!bruce wayne, who will occasionally take a break from your clit just to talk; sure, he doesn't look like the kind of man who would be distracted by conversation in the middle of his favorite business, but my god, your face when you moan disappointedly is worth it, “are you okay, love? should i stop?” and he says it all with a satisfied soft smile, as if he doesn't realize at all what a mess you're becoming after him.

husband!bruce wayne, who's just admiring you and the way you're watching his movements. “that's it, love. my wife is so delicious,” he straddles your thighs and spreads them a little wider, not forgetting to look you straight in the eyes, “i could stay between those thighs all day. you're so beautiful from this angle,” he's so good with his words that you want to cum right now.

husband!bruce wayne, who knows where to push and where to kiss; with each movement of his tongue, your legs tense up more and more, and your hands reach for his hair, pulling him closer, closer, closer...

“so impatient,” bruce continues to murmur, “let me enjoy, princess, don't be so unfair,” he leaves a kiss on your clit, making you clench around his fingers. you lean back and try to relax, but it's almost impossible when the rough pads of his fingers press against the tender walls, “good girl,” he whispers and still continues to suck on your clit, “look at you. so beautiful when you cum.”

husband!bruce wayne, who fucks you so deep and slow that with each thrust you seem to see stars. “you were enthusiastic when we started,” bruce pulls back your hair a little, leaning over and whispering right into your lips, “look at you. cumming on my cock for the second time,” he speeds up a little as his fingers find your clit; it takes you a couple seconds to cum again, “good girl, so good.”

husband!bruce wayne, who continues to whisper short “my beautiful girl”, “that big cock makes you cum again, doesn't it, love?” and “you're so fucking tight”.

husband!bruce wayne, who wants another orgasm from you. he wants to empty you; to fuck your brain, to make you forget everything that might be in your pretty head. he pushes deep into you, unbearably slow and sensual, so that you want to scream out how good it feels, ”are you okay, my love?” bruce strokes your hair, twisting a strand on his finger as you mutter positively in response, “great, because i’m not going to stop until i fill you with my cum.” ୨♡୧

sorry for delay ! still having a little rest :)

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[dockaspbrak]

i think the stock market in its entirety is such a flop....back to grain markets.

[imfinereallyy]

Bedside Manner

for @acasualcrossfade request for "the infection has spread"

"Some birdie told me that you have been causing a fuss, Wayne, is that true?"

Wayne huffs from his hospital bed, glasses sliding down his nose. He places the newspaper he was reading on the table beside him. "You tell that Robbie of yours to stop exaggerating. It was only a small request."

Steve raises his eyebrows at his favorite patient (Dustin tells him he isn't supposed to have favorites, but he also used to cry anytime he picked up Max before him when they were younger, so what does he know) and gives him a knowing look. "Robin listens to no man, Wayne, you know this. You're better off sending that message through her wife. Besides, small? She was telling me you refused to have any other nurse help you because I wasn't here last night. Which surprised me since you are always pushing me on about taking a vacation. "

Wayne opens his mouth, but Steve presses on. "And the fact Robin was even in the room means they called a psych consult, so I can only imagine how bad it was."

Wayne grumbles like a little kid being scolded for getting his hands caught in the cookie jar. "Yea, well, it was a bad night, kid."

Steve feels his shoulders sag, he takes off his glasses and rubs a hand down his face before placing them back on. "Sorry, Wayne, I had a bad migraine last night. Nance and Robs wouldn't even let me pass the entrance. Bad news?"

"Kid, don't stress yourself out over me. I'm just your patient, and more so, I am just a cranky old man." Wayne patted Steve's knee as he sat down next to him.

"C'mon, Wayne. You're more than that. I'd like to think seeing you in and out of here the last year has made us friends. Although I gotta say, you're the only friend I have that I'll be glad if I don't get to see again, given the circumstances. So, what's the news?"

"The infection has spread."

Steve takes in a deep breath, he tries not to panic, but any infection in a hospital can be deadly, especially for a cancer patient like Wayne. "Incision site?"

Steve must not be as good at hiding his emotions as he used to be because Wayne jumps to ease his worry. "No, kid, don't worry. The surgery was a success. Just got that hospital fever, the good old bronchitis. But it just means I'm here longer than I have to. It also means my nephew is on edge, and I don't know if I can take a second longer of his hovering."

Steve laughed wetly, thankful for the topic change. "Ah yes, the mysterious nephew of yours that I've never met. The way you talk about him almost tempts me into switching to the day shift, sounds like he might be entertaining. But only almost."

"Always wondered why you were always working the nights, most of the others seem to switch. Not a big fan of the day?"

Steve shakes his head gently, "No, I like the quiet here at night. Like getting to know the patients without having to worry about fixing ten million things. Don't get me wrong, it has its downfalls. Like the doctors can be horrible at night, never tell Dr. Wheeler that or Robbie will kill me, and the food is awful. But there is something special about it here at night. So sorry, your ridiculous nephew isn't enough to tempt me."

Wayne smirked, "What if I told you he was a looker and single?"

Steve blushes slightly. He is used to patients trying to pawn him off to their relatives, it came with being a young male nurse, but typically it didn't phase him. But Steve has become close with Wayne, so hearing him suggest he get together with his nephew has him flustered. "I'm good, Wayne, thanks. Gave up on the dating scene a while ago. Not many people can keep up with a guy who works nights and suffers from severe head trauma."

"Shame, Eddie likes the nights too. I'd reckon yal would get along."

"I'm pretty sure we would need more than that, Wayne."

Wayne smiles fondly at Steve. "You don't need a whole lot to build a connection, son. Me and Linda, god rest her soul, only started dating for our mutual love of mugs. And we may not have had long together, but our love was strong. Besides, there is more yal would have in common than just the night shift."

Steve huffs a laugh, "Oh yea, like what?" The least he can do is humor the man.

"Well, you both care about me deeply."

Steve blushes again, "C'mon, Wayne. I'm your nurse. I'm kinda paid to care."

Wayne won't hear any of it, "No, son, it's more than that. You take your break in here every night. You make sure to record the game at home for me because they only have the news here. And last night, you tried to come in with a migraine, even though we both know I am the only patient you can stand right now."

Steve doesn't know what to say back. Wayne is right, of course. Steve has been spending all of his time with the man, giving him extra care. Steve isn't bad with his other patients, he goes above and beyond most of his coworkers, but there is something special about Wayne.

"You got nothing, kid, you know I'm right. Remind me a lot of my nephew. Before visiting hours ended is when I got the news of having to stay longer. Kid almost threw a fit when they kicked him out. Swore he was gonna break in to stay the night with me. I told him not to worry since you would be there, I brag about you too, ya know. When he found out today you weren't here, that boy threw a fit again. Swear he gets his tantrums from his father. Said he was gonna sneak back in tonight. Make sure I had company. That 'the man' couldn't stop him. That if he ran into you, he was gonna have a word with you."

Steve can't help the snort that shakes his body, "I'd like to see him get passed Hop first."

Wayne starts to chuckle, too, "Eds may have had his fair share of escaping the law, but no man moves as fast as Jim in a security uniform."

Steve is fully laughing now, "I know, right? It's like those pants make him aerodynamic or something. No way your nephew is getting by."

It is almost as if Steve's words summon what happens next. There in the doorway is the most gorgeous man he's ever seen, even though he is bent over and out of breath.

"Eds?" Wayne questions, clearly surprised. Steve has to mask his face and quickly before Wayne catches him ogling his nephew. Steve is finding it difficult, though. The man, Eddie, despite his out-of-breath appearance, is stunning. His long curly hair is thrown up in a bun, showing off the piercings up his ears. His clothes are simple but suiting, ripped jeans and a black band tee. Tattoos cover his entire body, and Steve wants to ask about every single one of them.

The most surprising thing about him isn't that he got by Hop (although he has questions for that later), no the most surprising thing to Steve is that Wayne somehow knew his exact type, which most people assume wrong in that department.

Eddie awakens an old craving inside Steve that he thought he had buried long ago.

"Wayne, you would not believe what I just went to get up here. The story I have for you, oh boy. You're gonna love it. Who knew security guards could move that fast. Anyway, I hope that nurse boy of yours is here tonight because I am ready to—" Eddie stops mid-rant when his eyes land on Steve, a lovely blush blossoming across his pale cheeks.

"I believe what you are trying to say is, what was it, Wayne? Oh yea, 'have a word with me,'" Steve laughs softly.

Eddie sputters, "Wayne!?!" His blushing becomes deeper as the seconds pass by.

Wayne just chuckles as Steve stands. "Don't be mad at your Uncle, I think he was just trying to make me feel better. I am sorry I wasn't here last night for the news. Got my head knocked around too much as a kid—" Steve taps his head with his knuckles, "—so I suffer from migraines sometimes. I really did try to come in, but well—you met Jim. He's pretty fast." Steve worries his lip. Eddie's eyes follow.

"Well, I can't be too mad now, can I?" Eddie swallows nervously before a smirk spreads across his face, switching from shy to confident in two seconds flat. Steve shouldn't be turned on by that. "The pretty face helps too. I'm pretty sure you could convince me to give you my kidney right about now. I'm Eddie, which I know you know by now, and you are...?"

Steve puts his hand out for a shake, "Nurse Harrington. But most people call me Steve."

Eddie grabs his hand gently and brings the back of it to his lips. "Stevie, a pleasure, really." A light kiss is placed on Steve's knuckles. Stevie, he thinks. That's a new one. And he isn't mad about it, at all. In fact, the butterflies in his stomach want him to get Eddie to say it again.

Steve catches Wayne's smug face in the corner of his eye as Steve begins to blush again.

"I'm just gonna—I'll be right back." Steve stutters.

"Leaving so soon?" Eddie says disappointed.

Steve has the sudden urge to fix the frown on his face. "No, no! Just, uh, gonna call Jim and tell him not to send out a search party. That it's okay if you stay. I'll keep an eye on you."

Eddie's face breaks out into a brilliant smile, "Really, Stevie? You gonna keep me around?"

Steve's heart skips a beat, "If I can help it."

***

[sunarc]

OK SORRY FOR THAT MANY REQUESTS MY MIND IS JUST WANDERING

how would nanami react if you suddenly you will start looking at yourself in the mirror from the side and touching your stomach, He doesn't understand what's going on, and when he asks you, you avoid the issue by saying it's nothing. One day he comes home from work and hears you talking on the phone with a friend of yours saying "I would look so beautiful pregnant" "I would love to have a child, but I don't know how to tell him."

HAKWHQKDHWKHE I LET YOU IMAGINE THE REST

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I-

Panties soaked because of big breeder balls nanami

Nanami dreams about a family. He imagines himself as an amazing dad, constantly catering to his babies, you included. When he first sees you gazing in the mirror he worries it may be a self esteem issue so of course he showers you in love and attention, telling you how beautiful you are, how he's desperately in love with you and can't see a life without you. This honestly makes you want a family with him even more because how can a man be so perfect. When he finally hears you on the phone talking about how beautiful you would look pregnant his heart flutters. He 100% agrees. Nanami is a man who always wants the love of his life to be happy so he's more than willing to make those dreams come true. The moment your free from your call Nanami is closing in behind you with his hands wrapping around your waist pulling you flush against his chest. His lips are pressing sweet soft kisses down your neck while he hums blissfully breathing in your scent.

"I think you'd look beautiful carrying my babies" he whispers the words as he presses a wet kiss to your jaw.

You almost cant believe the words that leave his mouth. You feel embarrassed yet happy with his reply.

Nanami's cold fingers run lazily across your skin causing you to shiver. His hand slips past your waist band so quickly you don't even have time to react. His fingers press into your core rubbing slow, teasing circle around the bundle of nerves. Your head is lulling back as your overcome with the pleasures of his touch.

"We can start now if you want" his voice is a low rasp.

How can you possibly say no to your loving husband asking to put his babies inside of you.

Like the speed of light Nanami has you in a mating press plunging himself so deep inside of you you're practically losing your mind. The only thought in his mind is how pretty your going to look with your round belly carrying his child.

"If it's a boy what do you want to name him?" his question goes unanswered

Your mouth hangs open with a line of drool dripping ever so slightly. You feel so full with how deep his is. Your fingers are digging into the sheets in an attempt to compose yourself. A string of loud moans fall past your lips. Nanami's praises fill your ears and you can't help the blissful smile that seeps onto your face.

"My beautiful wife" he groans "Gonna stuff you so full"

His pace is relentless. He's slamming his hips into you mercilessly. The squelching sounds of your hole would usually leave you embarrassed but you can only seem to focus on the hungry look filling Nanami's eyes. He has a mission. His eyes are filled with love mixed with lust as he stares down at the way your hole is sucking him, taking everything that he gives you.

"Fuck I'm close my love" he moans

His moans are like music to your ears. Your whimpers fill the room as you beg for his cum. Your pleas are all Nanami needs before he's stuffing your full grinding into you. Nanami pulls out watching his cum spill from your hole. Your trembling still trying to gather yourself. His fingers push inside of you, stuffing his cum back inside.

"You're being wasteful my love" he groans as he rubs his red tip over your cum covered warmth "Let me help you keep it all in"

[jeongintwenty3]

16.25

pairing: bangchan x fem!reader

genre: angst, fluff

warnings: mentions of tears, sadness

author’s note: hello! how’s everyone doing? decided to write this hurt/comfort imagine of chan cause i just cannot accept the fact theres only one chan in the world. pardon for my poor grammar and mispellings if present, other than that, happy reading! <3 remember, it’s just a bad day, not a bad life; it shall pass to. my dms are open if anyone wants to talk ab anything (:

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nobody said marriage life was easy. the day you said yes, the both of you were expecting the ups and downs, the happiness and sadness.

“i’m home!” chris exclaimed as soon as he stepped into the house, one of the few places the both of you feel comfortable enough to call home.

silence from the other side, he was baffled. confused was an understatement, why isn’t his wife scrambling to his arms? you’d usually greet him in ragged breaths, as if you’ve just completed a marathon.

going up, unsettling thoughts clouded his mind. although he knew deep down it will never happen, everyone’s gotta prepare for the worst, right?

wrong.

opening the bedroom door oh so quietly, he managed to make out your figure huddled under the thick comforter. oh, you’re sleeping.

but it’s just 4 in the afternoon?

deciding to kneel so he could be at eye level with you, he froze upon the sight.

chris felt his heart shatter as the seconds passed by, this is never a sight he wants to come home to. why is his favorite person in the world crying?

you’d be lying if you didn’t notice chris entering the room; you tried to play it off by pretending to sleep. but boy, did chris see through you.

he shook you gently, not wanting to invade any further into your personal space. looking up at his pretty eyes, your tears started to well up for the 3rd time this afternoon.

“oh no,” chris started to panic. “what’s wrong babe, hmm? talk to me,” he tried to coax you into reaching out to him.

you covered your face with your 2 hands, not wanting the man that stood beside you see the woman he married.

if chris had to list the top 10 most heartbreaking sights he’s ever encountered in his life, this will be the first. never in his life, he saw you this vulnerable. you always had this strong facade; but even strong people can crumble too. they just decide to not show it.

sitting on the edge of the bed, he guided you onto his lap; he knew, his woman needed his physical affection to ground her.

while patting your head with a few kisses to your temple peppered here and there, he tried to keep his guard up; as much as he wants to cry too, he needs to be strong for his one and only. silently praying the pain in her heart will subside soon, he continued his loving acts.

“deep breaths baby, you can do it,” chris whispered, ensuring the person cradled in his arms is still getting sufficient oxygen. “i’m here now okay? you can rely on me, you can talk about it, you have me,” chris continued, not wanting to aggravate any painful memories.

“i- i’m sorry,” you managed to blurt out while trying to keep your shit together. you knew he was exhausted, visible from the eyebags and the way his shoulders sag. “i know you’re tired, i’m sorry you had to come home to whatever this is,” you continued. “i’ll be better.”

chris wanted to explode; who the hell made his wife feel like this? she’s everything he’s ever dreamt of; kind-hearted, a little clumsy, very dreamy, independent, smart, adora-

his train of thoughts were cut short when he hears your crying started to worsen.

“no,” chris said firmly while still holding your frame. “you, my love, are the definition of an angel. now, before your thoughts get the best of you, let me explain.”

hearing no response from his woman, he let out a small okay, to make sure you were fine with whatever he said and will say — which you were.

“who isn’t tired? we all have our own problems, some we can fight alone, some we need others to help. whatever you’re thinking now, it’s all the exact opposite of what i think of you. you’re perfect, and before you start with your nobody is perfect speech, to me, you are perfect. heck, i often ponder to myself, what did i do in my past life to deserve such a woman?”

responding to what he said, you simply held him tighter and buried your face in his neck. now only hearing sniffles, chris felt relieved you’ve calmed down.

chris had to get to the bottom of this — “is there something you want to tell me?”

after a good 2 minutes, you lifted your face so you could stare into his face and man, nothing ever prepared chris for what his love was about to say next.

“this morning, i went to my pilates class as usual. there were these group of women, i don’t know them at all since they’re new,” you paused, needing a breathe because you felt your throat closing up again.

with a nudge to your side and a kiss to your forehead, chris encouraged you to continue.

“i heard them talking about how they were able to travel around the world with their partners, having the time of their lives, while i’m rarely at home for lengthy times due to work. it’s not that i want to stay away from you, if i could choose i swear i’d choose spending time with you over anything else in the world. i’m sorry, i’ll be home longer, i’ll make you happier.”

a single tear rolled down your cheek, and at the speed of lightning, chris managed to kiss it away.

looking into her eyes with so much adoration one can ever have, chris replied, “you’re enough for me, baby. we have holidays where we can spend time with each other 24/7 and we communicate with each other pretty well. you make me the happiest man alive and don’t change yourself; you’re perfect just the way you are. i understand your feelings, but please don’t ever underestimate yourself, you’re literally my favorite person in the world and i don’t like the person i love the most get hurt because of her thoughts, okay?”

resorting to a nod to respond to his answer, chris felt his heart swell looking at his wife. someone so selfless, she even let her thoughts get the best of her.

“like we agreed, let’s talk about whatever’s bothering each other yeah? no secrets between us, i know you trust me as much as i trust you,” chris concluded, not wanting another wave of sadness wash over his beloved.

“i love you, chris,” you whispered as to not ruin the comfortable atmosphere blanketing the room.

“i love you most, my beautiful wife,” chris replied, with a kiss to your forehead, cheeks, nose and lips.

nobody said marriage life was easy. but one thing you learned was, it’s always the two of you versus the problem, and with the right person, marriage life can feel comforting, like hot chocolate on a snowy day. with chris, you always felt at home.

[fanfiction4sooya]

Masterlist

Hi guys! Just quick introduction: I'm Lua, 26 brazilian woman who loves to write. This blog is for kpop girl groups and gg's only. I write for fun and for fun only, so I don't like angst and will probably write it only under request (and I can say no if it makes me uncomfortable bc I'm really bad at it).

I try to be as polite and gentle as a human possibly can, but I can and will set boundaries (and be mean) if I have to. (Some people tend to go crazy since they are anonymous)

Mainly a NSFw blog focused on Sub F!R x Dom Idol and Idol x Idol; but feel free to request Dom Fem!R :) I write imagines, thoughts, MTL, polygamous relationships (3 people only) and honestly a lot of other stuff, just check with me on my ask box and I'll let you know!!

I only write smut for girls with legal age/people I'm comfortable writing for;

If I see spam on my ask box I won't respond and probably will delete it, I definitely do not to want to bring any negative attention towards anyone, nor shame anyone.

I don't write about any disorders at all.

Please be kind to each other! 💖

My favorite groups are:

BP, Dreamcatcher, Itzy (Top 3). Twice (For the n*zi shirt incident I chose to NOT write for Chaeyoung, no hate for her or those who write for her), Red velvet, IVE, Loona, WJSN, New Jeans (But I don't write for them), Le Sserafim, XG, G- Idle, aespa, SNSD and VIVIZ

Soloists: Yena, Bibi, Eunbi, BoA, Sunmi, CL, Chungha, Soojin

Dancers: Bada Lee, NoZe, Lee Jung.

So here are the links for what I write. Fics are blue, imagines are pink, asks and requests are red!

BlackPink:

Crazy over you - Jisoo x Fem! Reader

Dreamcatcher:

Office game - Handong x Yoohyeon

Happy Su-A day!

Itzy:

Annoyingly you (A! Chaeryeong/ O!Lia)

Hot wife Chaeryeong

BFF's Yeji and Chaeryeong

Power Bottom Chaeryeong

Soft love making with Chaeryeong

Pervy neighbor chaeryeong

Le Sserafim:

Make me yours (Sakura X Yunjin)

Can't save you now (Sakura x Chaewon x Kazuha)

Speak up (Dom Kazuha x F!Sub reader)

Lakers Yunjin fucking you

Sloppy head with Yunjin

Puppy needs (Hybrid Yunjin x F!Reader)

Twice:

Fire & Gasoline (A! Jihyo x O! Reader)

Pretty Pet (Sana x F! Reader)

Mornings with you (G!P Momo x F!Reader)

G!P Mina x F! Reader

Jealous Step mommy Sana (G!P)

MILF Sana x Maid F! Reader

Fisting with Step mom! Sana

G!P Doctor Sana x F! Reader

Rewarding Idol!Jihyo

Cockwarming w/ Jihyo

Masc! Jihyo

Possessive G!P Momo

Deep throat w/ G!P Mina

GF Jeongyeon

Brat tamers Jeong and Sana

Sana overstimulating you

Twice as hybrids (g!p)

Jeongyeon bottoming for you

On edge (sana x F! Reader)

IVE:

Double Trouble (G!P Yujin x F!Reader x G!P Gaeul)

Rough G!P Yujin x innocent F!Reader

Yujin degrading F!Reader

Nerdy student Yujin

Cockwarming Yujin

G!P Gaeul w/ innocent tutor F!Reader

Birthday Sex w/ Wonyoung

Wonyoung x Bratty F!Reader

Riding hung Gauel

Wolf hybrid Yujin

My dream girl (Wonyoung x Liz) - Fluff

Possessive hybrid wonyoung

G-Idle:

A little relief (Shuhua x Miyeon)

Proud to be yours (BP Rosé x Miyeon)

Miyeon x Yuqi

Miyeon with a breeding kink

Somnophilia & Mimin

Red Velvet:

Addictive (Wendy x F!Reader)

Possessive mommy Irene

Loyal dog (Sub A! Seulgi x Dom O! Reader)

Cult leaders RV fucking you

Alpha Seulgi helping on your first heat

Dirty thoughts about Irene

Aespa:

Mommy Karina

The closest to her (G!P Winter x F!R)

Gamer winter neglecting you

Dirty thoughts about ningning

Somnophilia with puppy minjeong

Call her now (Karina x Fem!R)

SNSD:

Let me help (Tiffany x F!Reader)

Fox hybrid yuri

Possessive alpha Tiffany

How big is alpha Bada/ Tiffany

WJSN:

Use me please (Exy x Dayoung)

XG: -

Loona: -

I'll be your sweet dream (Heejin X F!Reader)

Camgirl! yeojin

VIVIZ: -

SOLOISTS:

Yena:

Married Reader x Yena

Car sex w/ Yena

Eunbi:

Bitter (Eunbi x F! Reader)

BIBI:

Touchy BIBI

BoA:

Sunmi:

CL:

Chungha:

DANCERS:

Bada Lee:

Sly fox, dumb bunny (G!P Bada x F!Reader)

Alpha Bada

How big is alpha Bada/ Tiffany

NoZe:

Lee Jung:

[banngtannies]

DRABBLE #1

— Pairing: Yandere!vminkook x Female! Reader

— Genre: Mafia au, Yandere

— Summary: Love hurts, it causes anger, jealousy, obsession, why don’t you love me back?

They will do anything to keep you by their side.

— Word count: 3.5K

— Tags/ warnings:  YANDERE THEMES, obsessive behavior, manipulative behavior, talks about murder, self-arm, toxic relationships, manipulation, cursing, mentions of sex, mentions of past bullying in future chapters.

Notes: This is my first time publishing my work. i have never been able to finish something but i finished this one month ago and i’ve been so insecure to post it soooo. i heard it’s good to post something even though you feel like it’s not good enough just to improve in someway! I already have planned the next drabbles. the timeline will jump back and forth and i’m really excited to write the next following parts. Also english is not my first language so please bare with me (but also let me know if you see any mistakes😭) if anyone reads this i hope you enjoy it!

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You tried to not think about it too much. You tried, as your parents delivered the news, as you saw your sister’s face, the way it started to glow. You try not to think about it too much now, when you see her walking down the aisle, your father carrying her towards her future husband, a proud smile adorning his features.

Your father looks euphoric, invencible. Carries himself like he owns the world. He looks too happy, too happy for someone who just buried his daughter’s future. He ruined her life.

Momentarily, just for a second, you imagine what would happen if you stopped everything. Maybe make a quick distraction, take the gun out of one of the bodyguards, pretend you will shoot yourself or anyone at the wedding if they dare to not let your sister go. Such a morbid thought, maybe if you were brave enough you would stop this. You would’ve planned something, anything, to get your sister out of this situation but you don’t.

You were scared, a coward. But also the mafia was bigger than you. The Jeon’s were bigger than the mafia. and who would dare to go against them? not certainly you.

You feel something wet on your cheeks, pretty sure it was tears, they were already blurring your vision and fogging up your glasses. Your mother lets out a scoff.

“I told you to wear contacts.” but you don’t reply. You don’t even look at her, you keep your eyes on your sister, her shiny long black hair cascading down her back. “Get a hold of yourself. People are watching” she whispers harshly against your ear.

Biting your tongue, you nod.

When your sister gets to the altar, you dig your nails into your skin, your chin bobbling a little. Suddenly you feel an arm graze yours, from the corner of your eye you can see it’s SunHee.

Your one and only friend.

“It’s gonna be alright.” she takes your hand, giving it a squeeze. Your hand trembles against hers. “It’s gonna be okay.”

You let out a breath and swallow the pathetic cry that wants to rip out of your throat.

“Trust me.” she says this time more sternly “Everything will be fine.”

You bob your head and look ahead once again. And as the pastor starts speaking, and seconds turn into hours you realize it’s over. The veil has been lifted.

“Now I pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

Your sister has been kissed by the devil. There’s no turning back now.

——-

The chattering around you is not big enough to drown your own thoughts. Neither is the champagne that is being passed around. You’re on your second glass on an empty stomach, you’re pretty sure by now you should be fine. Less worried, less anxious. But no, you still feel like a ticking bomb, anxiety crawling all the way up to your chest. You’ve been taking deep breaths ever since you and your family arrived at the wedding reception, tugging the ends of your dress.

You haven’t been able to talk to your sister and you don’t think you will anytime soon. Your mother has been making sure you don’t cross paths with her and if you do, it’s quick glances. Your mother has been glued by your side. You can feel her eyes from the other side of the room, watching you like a hawk.

As another waitress passes by, you extend your hand to take another glass but the tray is pushed out of your way. You recognize those hands.

“I think that’s enough for tonight.” A deep voice says, making you shiver. “Don't serve more to her. Tell that to the others too.”

The waitress nods cordially and continues his way to the other guests.

“Y/N.” The way your name rolls out of his tongue, makes you grimace. You never liked it. It held a distinctive tone, as if talking to a child.

“Taehyung.”

He shifts closer to you. His body heat enfolding yours, you could smell his perfume.

“Are you okay?” he says softly, almost in a murmur.

“No.”

“Do you want to-

You turn your body to him, facing him fully. It caughts him off guard, making him stop on whatever he was about to say.

“Please don’t pretend you care.” and with that you leave, on trembling legs and heavy tears, threatening to spill out from your eyes.

Could this night get any fucking worse?

Making your way to the bathroom, you see another waitress coming from the left and without any much thought you take it from his hand, almost making the man fall on his back.

“S-Sorry.” You whisper dumbly, gripping the tray as if it was some sort of support and continue your way to the bathroom.

You breathe in relief once you see there’s no one there. Putting the tray full of glasses of champagne on the sink, you take two glasses as you settle yourself down on the floor. You drink one instantly, hiccuping after another one.

Your head starts to feel a little fuzzy but you don’t stop, not until there’s only three left and the bright bathroom lights seem brighter than before. You let out a giggle.

Standing up on wobbly legs, you wonder how much time has passed. Maybe not so much, since no one has bothered to get into the bathroom after you got in. Making your way to the door, you struggle to open it, making you frown.

“Stupid door open up.” you mumble while you twist and pull but nothing happens. You keep trying and trying until a silky voice halts your movements.

“Sunflower?”

Your chest feels heavy, like all the air has been sucked out of your lungs and suddenly you feel like throwing up.

“Sunflower?” he hums, making the hairs on your arms stand up, goosebumps covering your skin in seconds. “Are you in trouble,sunflower? do you need my help?”

You stumble back, almost falling on your ass. You feel cold and sweaty. Like needles are penetrating your skin. The handle starts to jiggle.

“Sunflower, i know you’re in there. But don’t worry, darling, i will get you out.”

The handle twists painfully slow as your heart sinks in your chest. Taking a step back this time you do fall. Just in time as he opens the door, his sardonic smile greeting you.

He closes the door behind him and you hear a click.

Thump.

Thump.

Thump.

The sound of his chelsea boots hitting the marble floor matches the beating of your heart. You’re trembling and all the champagne you’ve drank threatens to spill out of your throat. Soft hands get a hold of your chin, his thumb tentatively running down your throat. You let out a whimper.

“My my, look at you, sunflower. Did you have too much fun?” He giggles sweetly, showing his pearly white teeth and moon eye smile.

To any other person Park jimin was the charming prince, a soft voice with gentle features. He looked so innocent. But for those who belonged in this life knew that looks could be deceiving. He was deadly as he was sweet.

Your lips tremble and you try to get away from his hands but he holds you firmly. His eyes hardening as you try to put some distance between you two.

“Always so stubborn. Do we have to tell every single waiter out there to not serve you alcohol or are you finally gonna behave like the good girl you are?” His thumb presses down harshly on your neck and you wonder if he can feel how fast your heart is beating.

You swallow, your throat feeling dry and rather than answering him, you look at him. You know he’s not done, with the way he’s staring at you, his dark eyes almost burning yours.

“You’re lucky I was the one who found you here and not him. You know that right?” His jaw tenses while he speaks, his plump lips now formed into a thin line. He’s pissed. “Nod if you understand”

And you do, automatically, like a robot.

“Now, sunflower, you’re gonna clean yourself up.” you nod again and the ends of his mouth quirk at that. “You will go out and smile. Maybe laugh a little too. It’s your sister’s wedding, darling. Cheer up. It’s supposed to be fun.”

You shiver at his latest words and you almost tremble. You try to not let it show. How his wording of choice affected you, how you physically revolted at them. But Jimin sees right through you. He always did.

He smiles once again, his fingers gently caressing your face.

“Always so pretty when you cry.” He murmurs softly, his gaze focusing on your face and then it goes lower, stopping at your lips.“See you out there, sunflower. Don’t forget you still owe me a dance.” and with that he leaves.

——

You drank too much. You regret it deeply and now you’re sleepy. Your eyes threaten to close every five minutes, it’s annoying really, trying to keep yourself awake. You have to pinch yourself or dig your nails into your skin, maybe a little pain will wake you up. So you do, you pinch and dig until there’s a red spot on your arm, until it burns.

You don’t stop until you see Sunhee coming your way, her arm entangled with Taehyung's. You stiffen a little.

“You need a bed, immediately.” Says your friend sweetly while she runs her hand through your hair.

She looks at you with so much pity. And you hate it. You know Sunhee truly cares about you, too much, sometimes you feel like a burden. Always by your side, always wiping your tears, always defending you. Sunhee deserved a friend, not someone who needed to be babysat.

She continues to touch you, patting your head lovingly and you don’t miss the way Taehyung eyes her hand, dark orbs observing every movement, the way his hand tightens on her waist, making her stumble back a little, her hand no longer close to reach you.

“You’re messing up her hair, honey. You don’t want Y/N’s head to end up looking like a bird nest, do you?” he tells her with a playful smile, making Sunhee laugh.

She pokes him on the stomach funnily, making him laugh too, but to your ears it doesn’t sound as truthful.

“You’re right, you’re right. Sorry Y/nie.” She says with a cheeky smile and then proceeds to peck her boyfriend’s lips. “I’m gonna get more wine. Do you want some?” Taehyung declines and then Sunhee Looks at you. “Y/N?”

Once again you feel those eyes on you. They’re so heavy. so intense that it makes you breathless. You shake your head and Sunhee nods. “Alright. i’ll be right back.”

When Sunhee leaves, the room feels smaller. Suffocating . You wish you could disappear, you wish you could be invisible. You just wanted to be left alone. Before you knew it, that same perfume invades your senses. He’s so close but you don’t dare to look up.

“Look at me.”

And even though his deep voice gives you goosebumps, you ignore him. You’re tired. So tired.

“The night just stared, YN. don’t be so sulky. I hate seeing you like this” He continues to say, his hand now on your arm and you hate it so much. You hate his body touching yours or the way he talks like he cares, like he’s being sincere. “This is a new beginning for us. For all of us.”

This time you look up, slowly. A small mocking smile adorning your lips.

“There is no us.”

And he mirrors you, his eyes now demonstrating a shine they didn’t have before. He loves your eyes matching his, his heat engulfing yours, the way you talk to him even though it irradiates with dislike. He loves it.

“But there is. There is for me, for Jimin and for him. It has always been an us, and there always will be.”

You press your lips in a tight line. You won’t cry again, not in front of him or them watching.

“Why are you doing this? I thought you were different.” and even though you don’t let your tears fall your voice cracks, betraying you.

He seems taken back for a few seconds, and you swore you could see something else in his eyes besides mirth. But it’s gone as quick as you perceive it.

“I told you I will always be by your side. Didn’t I?”

And before you can reply, Sunhee comes back, drink in her hand and the other around her boyfriend’s neck.

“What are you two talking about? Are you gossiping without me?”

Taehyung eyes you briefly before looking back at his girlfriend, giving her one his usual seductive boxy smiles. He shakes his head and says. “Not at all. Just movies, love.”

—-

Your feet hurt when you go back to the hotel for standing up so much, you’re glad the night is over. Your mother complains beside you, talking about how you didn’t even dare to look at your sister while she was dancing with her now-husband. How disrespectful you were for denying Jimin a dance.

“I didn’t raise you for you to have such poor manners. This is why you’ll never get married, you’re ungrateful and a brat. No one wants to marry a brat.” She barks and huffs but you’re too tired to care.

Also, you’re used to it.

“I’m sorry, mother.”

“You better be.” she spits back and walks ahead of you.

You sigh, your feet hurt so much, this is why you avoid wearing heels. You will never get used to them or the pain that comes with it. You plop yourself down in one of the stool bars located in the lobby, from your peripheral vision you could see your mother getting on the elevator. She didn’t wait for you. Good. You didn’t want to hear anything else that came out of her mouth and also you needed to rest. Just for a few seconds.

Your phone vibrates and you see it’s a message from Sunhee.

Sunhee

did you guys get to the hotel??

Y/N:

yess. we arrived safely.

Sunhee:

Good. see you tomorrow y/nie. sleep well!!

Y/N:

you too. love youuu.

Sunhee:

love you toooooooo.

You smile at her text. What would you do without Sunhee? clicking out of the chat, your heart drops when you see your other unread messages. You don’t dare to reply. He’s muted for a reason and it will stay that way.

You decide to open youtube to distract yourself, letting your head fall on the bar counter. You blink slowly, once, twice, thrice and before you knew it, your breathing got slower and so did your racing heart. You let the darkness overtake you.

You fall asleep.

And it feels great, until you feel it. Calloused hands tenderly touching your face, it makes you gasp. And if it wasn’t for the hands that were previously caressing your face, you probably would’ve fell off the chair. Those hands that feel scorching hot on your waist, confining you side by side.

It’s terrifying the visceral reaction your body has when you feel him, when you see him. The exposed toned chest, the tattooed neck adorned with chains, you know him so well.

All those years and you’ll never get used to it. His touch.

The muscles on his arms seem to tense when you tighten your grip on him. You were starting to shake like a leaf and all it took you was to look up at the devil. He smiles at you and you can’t help but look down. That indisticve mole of his, right under his bottom lip and newly done piercing seem to greet you. He licks them, as if inviting you to get closer.

Time feels like it has stopped and your breathing shortens when he cuts the distance between you two even more. His chest touching yours. Your entire body seems to be overcomed by electricity.

“Angel eyes.” He murmurs, dark big eyes pinning you down, his hands now on your hips, his thumbs going in painfully slow circular motions. You could almost feel his eyelashes grazing your cheeks. It makes you visibly gulp. “Why weren’t you replying to my texts, hmm?”

He stares at you deeply, as if he’s ready to pounce on you. It makes the hairs on your neck stand up, you don’t like it at all. When he looks at you that way, as if he’s ready to devour you whole.

At the lack of your response he hums, inspecting your face while he plays with his lip ring. His big hand is now holding your face by your chin. He smiles once again, showing a perfect set of white teeth. He looks delighted.

“Why are you so quiet? won’t you congratulate me?” His voice displays excitement while his thumbs trace your lips.

The rings on his finger feel cold against your skin and you wish you could get away from him.

“To be honest, I'm quiet worried about you. You look a little troubled, angel eyes. What’s going on inside that little pretty head of yours? Come on, you can talk to me. After all, we’re like family now.”

Your jaw clenches at his words and your stomach churns in disgust. God, you really wanna throw up.

“We-We’re not family. You will never-

His thumb on your lips silences you completely. His breath now tickling your right cheek makes you itch all over. You feel his mouth close to your ear.

“And thank fucking god for that. It would be terrible if you were. Don’t you think so, angel eyes? cant go around wanting to fuck a family member. ” he says lowly and then his tongue travels from your neck all the way up to your lobe, leaving a wet trail and you can’t help let out a yelp, immediately pushing him away with all the strength you could muster.

Jungkook's eyes widen comically and so does his eyebrows. He lets out a hearty laugh.

“You never fail to make me laugh. You’re so fucking adorable, angel eyes, i wish i could i keep you next to me all times.”

“You’re sick.” You spit.

“That 's no way to talk to your brother-in-law. What would your mother think? her daughter and that nasty mouth of hers. Luckily I won't tell a soul.” He croons mirthfully, sporting his go-to sardonic smile. One you know so well. The one that has been haunting you for the past ten years, even in your dreams you couldn’t get away from him.

Your hands form into a fist and you’re pretty sure you’re shaking but not from fear but from rage this time. You hate him so much. You hated him so much that you fantasized about killing him. Nothing would bring you more pleasure than seeing him gone from your life, from your sister’s. Forever.

“I’m good at keeping secrets, remember?” he continues, getting closer to you once again. Feline eyes almost cutting through yours. “That’s why we get along so well, don’t we? sometimes I think that’s why you and I-

You stand up abruptly.

“Shut. up.”

He holds a finger to his chin, as if he’s actually thinking about it.

“I can find a few ways to do so but I would need your help.” He says tauntingly. The ends of his mouth twitching slightly. “Ever heard of face-sitting, angel eyes?”

And before you know it you lunge at him, your fist colliding with his chest. And you feel pathetic instantly . Your small moment of bravery dying as soon as you touch him. Jungkook is so much stronger than you. Any attempt of physical harm from you feels like a faint tickle to him.

A laugh bubbles out of his chest. It makes your ears ring, because it sounds so real, as if it’s coming from a child. But wasn’t that really Jungkook? A child in a man’s body.

What’s yours is mine and what’s mine is mine.

What he wants, he gets. Always throwing a fit when things didn’t go his way, punching things, smashing things, killing things. Your mother talked about brats but she has never met one like Jungkook.

The vibrations coming out of his chest while he still laughs at you made you realize this: he was truly enjoying this. You will always be his source of laughter, something he could toy with, make fun of, pick at it and then later on ridicule.

He hugs you, after he pins your arms down, his chin resting on your shoulder. You feel him inhaling the scent of your hair.

“My sweet angel, this is just the beginning for us. For all of us.” You don’t know when you start crying, maybe when he snuggles into you even more, when you realize this is your reality now. There’s no way to escape. maybe there never was. You’re trashing against him, but he holds you tightly.

He will never let you go.

None of them will.

“We told you we will always be by your side, didn’t we? We will keep you forever.”

[la-pheacienne]

Continuing my post about Jaime and Rhaegar’s respective roles in the sack of KL, let’s talk about Jaime and Rhaegar’s last conversation which I didn’t mention in that post and it deserves its own analysis. I find it extremely funny how both (some) Lannister stans and (some) Targ stans seem to think that the last convo between Rhaegar and Jaime was actually like this :

"Jaime, a sack is about to happen very soon. Elia and my kids are in a high risk of getting brutally murdered inside the very capital by the orders of your father who has ghosted us for some time but is deep down an enemy planning all of this in secret. Meanwhile, my father is planning to blow up the entire city any minute now because reasons. I’m leaving you here, alone, to take care of all this and keep all these people, my wife, two kids, father and the people of the city, safe from harm. If you fail to do any of that at any point, you’re incompetent, a traitor and a coward. Now I have to leave to do my thing with the others, don’t forget your duty and your vows, bye".

While it was actually like this :

"Jaime, there’s a war, we are in a pretty tight position and I gotta go to battle taking some men with me. Unfortunately my father wants to keep you close because he believes Tywin will not turn against him this way, and he’s kind of insane so there is nothing we can do about it without risking an even bigger outburst. Give me some time to get out of this mess, and then I’ll come back and we’ll fix this. All this will be over soon, bye".

So the first reading of Jaime and Rhaegar’s last convo completely misses the mark in many ways.

Some Lannister stans are screaming crying throwing up that Rhaegar left a literal cHiLD with all tHiS rEsPoNSIbILIty he doesn’t give a FUCK about anyone how dare he what kind of tHOUGhT PrOCesS is that !!!! Some Targ stans say that Rhaegar gave specific orders to Jaime to protect his father, wife, kids and city against multiple and opposite threats and thus honor his vows, and Jaime failing to do that means he is basically a traitor and a coward. And incompetent.

None of this is correct, because this isn’t what Rhaegar asked him to do, at all. Rhaegar did not know, could not know, could not possibly conceive or imagine or suspect that a sack was about to happen at the orders of Tywin no less and that his family was in immediate danger in.the.very.capital. Nobody.knew. That is why this sack is so horrifying. Also he may have been well aware that his father was insane but not to the point that he could expect him to literally want to blow up his own city. That is a whole other level of insanity he very legitimately didn’t expect. Thirdly, Rhaegar had no power to take Jaime or his family away at this point (« I dare not » is not an epheumism. He literally dares not. We’re talking about Aerys here).

All he asked Jaime to do is wait for Rhaegar to come back and in the meantime try to keep his father at bay. That.is.literally.it. Rhaegar said : « Give me some time, I’ll come back and fix this » And Jaime did wait and he did hope that Rhaegar would come back, but Rhaegar didn’t come back not because he decided to go on vacation with his new chick but because he got killed. Nothing went according to plan, and Jaime had to take matters in his own hands.

So :

Rhaegar did not leave """""all that responsibility""""" to a """"literal child"""".  He left his father the king with the one member of the Kingsguard the king specifically wanted with him, and he told that member of the Kingsguard to literally, wait it out and be a KG. Apart from the fact that Rhaegar couldn’t take Jaime away because Aerys wanted him there, Jaime was not a random child, he was a member of the KG. Him staying with Aerys is technically what he was supposed to do as a member of the KG anyway, there is nothing abnormal or particularly stupid or outrageous or naive in this """"thought process"""", despite Jaime’s age. That order seemed both inevitable (it was Aerys’ order) and reasonable (Jaime was a KINGSguard after all), at the time.

Likewise, Rhaegar did not reasonably expect Jaime to go all Superman on both his father and Tywin’s men and save like the entire population of KL including his own family, all by himself. Again, what he actually told Jaime to do was literally wait for him to come back and try to keep his father at bay. He hoped Jaime’s presence would satiate his father until he comes back. That’s all. He did not know that Aerys would want to blow up KL, he did not know what Jaime would be forced to do and he did not expect the sack and the fact that his family would be murdered in the capital. He didn’t entrust Jaime with all these things simply because he wasn’t expecting these things. All these things were definitely not part of """the job""" Rhaegar gave him. Rhaegar’s GHOST saying to Jaime in his dreams "I left my wife and children in your hands" is manifesting Jaime’s guilt for not being able to save the family. It is a ghost in Jaime’s dream. This doesn’t mean that Rhaegar literally expected Jaime to prevent his father from blowing up the city and simultaneously protect his family from an entirely different threat that wasn’t even remotely a possibility then. Jaime failing to do all of the above by himself doesn’t make him a traitor, an incompetent loser or a coward.

The distortion of their actual convo led the entire fandom to engage in a strawman argument ad nauseam. Lannister stans are attacking Rhaegar for leaving "all this responsibility" to Jaime and Targ stans are attacking Jaime for failing to honor this responsibility, while "all this responsibility" was never part of their actual conversation to begin with because none them had the slightest idea of what was about to happen in the first place.

It is such a pity because this last convo between these two men is so tragic and haunting and beautiful, Jaime (grrm) describes his last visual memory of Rhaegar in an unusually poetic manner, and the fact that deep down he is still waiting and hoping for Rhaegar to come back makes me insane. « The day had been windy when he said farewell to Rhaegar, in the yard of the Red Keep. The prince had donned his night-black armor, with the three-headed dragon picked out in rubies on his breastplate ». « So the Prince of Dragonstone mounted up and donned his tall black helm, and rode forth to his doom ». « It is not Aerys I rue, it is Robert ». « I almost mistook you for Aegon the Conqueror ». « How much can a crown be worth when a crow can feast on a king? ». And instead of focusing on that and the symbolism of it all and that fact that it’s literally foreshadowing Dany’s or Jon’s « return » and their meeting with Jaime (Rhaegar will come back in the end in some form or another, all hope is not lost) we’re reiterating bad takes about a supposed conflict between them ad infinitum. It is boring, reductive and uninspired.

Be serious, read the text and stop spreading misinformation about either side. This is not a football game. We all love a fandom fight occasionally but it is important to actually engage with the themes of the story from time to time.

[onlymingyus]

laundry day

cw; joshua hong x afab reader - smut (minor dni), oral (f receiving), fingering, biting, mention of punishment, teasing, orgasm denial

a/n; the header is edited by me @chogiwapadada - do not use/edit/repost/remove my watermark

imagine finding yourself on your washer with joshua's head between your thighs. his pretty lips and tongue moving over your folds while he glances up at you. your hands pushing through his soft hair all while you try very hard to keep your thighs apart like he told you to.

you had found him working on laundry and found it all so domestic and sweet. not to mention it was sexy to see him like that. his arm flexing, his t-shirt stretching around his biceps as he leaned to pick up the laundry sorting out the colors from the darker clothes.

you knew what you had been doing when you had went in to "help him". you were wearing a low cut sundress, his favorite. the hem just above your knees until you bent over to pick up a smaller pile of laundry so very "innocently" in front of him. his groan barely audible but it had been enough to let you know you had the effect you had wanted.

now you were the one moaning and whining as the machine rocked under you only making the pleasure joshua was giving you that more intense. "shua...please...more?" you watch the lines around his eyes tighten slightly as he smiles against your skin. a soft kiss pressed to your thigh before you whine out his name feeling him bite the same spot.

he uses his large hands to push you back down on the machine when you lift your hips trying to chase his mouth when he leans up to meet your eyes. "more? more like this?" joshua watches you nod frantically when he slides two fingers into your dripping pussy stretching you so deliciously around them.

"my pretty baby is making such a mess." you listen to him tsk at you while his other hand rubs circles on your thigh, his fingers massaging your walls so perfectly. "open your eyes, I thought you were here to help. so listen carefully angel."

you meet his eyes only to watch him leaning back down to rest between your legs. his tongue darting out to run a circle around your clit before he leans back to speak again while you whine. "delicious...I'm going to enjoy my snack while this load of laundry runs. you are going to watch me do it and you aren't going to cum until the rinse cycle."

when you start to complain, joshua simply smirks and nods along with your words before leaning to bite at your thigh again. "don't be a brat again. that's what got you here in the first place. leaning over in front of me, rubbing your ass against me while you were loading the machine. teasing me then acting dumb..."

your tongue darts across your lips while joshua watches you come to terms with your punishment before he smirks at you and raises a brow. "good girls say thank you when they get what they want don't they?" his fingers hit you deep making you moan loudly as you say, "thank you shua!"

"you're welcome angel. now if you'll excuse me I have a snack to enjoy." your fingers run through his hair, your thighs quivering while you try to hold yourself back from the feeling of your orgasm building. his lips wrapped around your clit while he moans, his fingers curling against your spot all while you watch like his good girl.

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[mimicha-arts]

Qian Jin

Hello and sorry. I’m here again with my “catch the details faster than the frame changes.” Let's talk about Qian Jin! I'm pretty sure we'll learn new information in the next episode because of the flashback, so I want to get ahead of things a little and play bingo ;)

SPOILERS FOR S2

1. Romeo and Juliet Many have discussed this, but we will go deeper. One of the main key points in the s2 is the Romeo and Juliet theme and poster, which we now know is related to Qian Jin's story.

In my opinion, his whole scene with the poster looked very personal, hardly just "symbolism" of his feelings after losing his wife or something like that. And here I will try to explain why. Because, most likely, the actress on the poster is Qian Jin's wife. Her name was shown for such a brief moment that I actually nearly lost my mind while trying to capture the frame. So, her name is probably Chen Nan (陈楠). And I really don't think it was necessary to include such details if they are minor.

Well. Pure speculations. We all remember that initially everything was wrong with the case, the suspect in the murder of Qian Jin‘s wife after some time committed suicide and left a note with a confession. Although I can read some words, I can't rely on my eyes, so I can't string them together into complete sentences. But what I can guess is that there are two characters in the signature, and the surname kinda looks like Zhuang (庄).

So. Which character also has the surname Zhuang, who has already been "shown" in the series… On the same poster of "Romeo and Juliet", where the actress, theoretically, was Qian Jin's wife… Yeah. Zhuang Shuai (庄帅)

Okay, this could all be a coincidence, my imagination, speculation. But is these details actually connected, for now, until this has been refuted, I suspect that the story of the murder of Qian Jin's wife was much more personal and deep. Like, now we are convinced that after he found out about Cheng Xiaoshi's ability, his motivation is obviously to capture Cheng Xiaoshi in order to rewrite the past. Likely to save his wife (?). But I'm not sure how much more complex it will be?

If any of this is confirmed, I rather think that Qian Jin's wife was killed by Zhuang Shuai out of jealousy. I also need to say, for now I don't think that 戴绿帽子 is a possible situation here, seems TOO cruel for me, but who knows.

2. Qian Jin and details Eyes. We were all confused because Qian Jin's eyes were not common, but icy yellow. In fact, his eyes can be said to have three states. I also note that sometimes pupils are not drawn or too small because of 2D graphics, so I take into account only obvious close-ups. First type: present, yellow eyes with a vertical pupil. We see that kind of his eyes in most of his scenes. The same type of eyes are in his character design pictures and intro.

Second type: present, yellow with a round pupil. This type of eyes appears specifically in episode 4.

(Technically) third type: the past, yellow eyes with a round pupil. In all the close-up scenes in flashbacks, his pupils are round.

Abilities: It's hard to guess, but at the moment I don't think he personally has any special abilities. It seems to me, given his one line, that Qian Jin relies more on his skills, plans and his people, treating abilities (at least in this situation) in a rather lenient way. Also, his real words sound more special and poetic - If there is a way to reach the sky, it will be difficult to fly away even with wings (friendly reminder, I'm not a translator or native speaker)

But there is one dubious detail. OK. Speaking of gloves, he probably uses gloves to avoid accidentally touching Li Tianchen and getting controlled, which is a pretty logical conclusion after episode 8. But. At some point, while talking to Li Tianchen, when the frame points to Qian Jin, there is a rather small movement of the hand and the sound of either the rustle of clothes, or the sound of something being handed over (ep 7, 1:22-1:28). This was weird.

This may be a trick, but at some point, when it gets to 7pm, Qian Jin claps his hands. And given to Cheng Xiaoshi's abilities, we know that clapping can be a means of activating/disabling an ability.

Speculation: Since we can't fully rely on changing the shape of the eyes, pupil, eye color, due to the change in visual "rules" compared to season 1 + animation errors, but for now I'll make assumptions.

In fact, in some of these scenes, Qian Jin may be possessed by Cheng Xiaoshi (which is trite, but possible)

Someone uses their abilities on Qian Jin, they are in cooperation. This person either possess him either they watches events through Qian Jin's eyes from time to time, as if through a camera.

Qian Jin gave something to Li Tianchen in the car, and that will play a role in the plot.

The change of eyes is an attempt to show the change in his personality, but I don't think it's that simple.

3. Something beyond my understanding

The man with a hat. They are obviously connected, and I already wrote a big theory about this, if the man in the hat turns out to be Liu Xiao, let's not dwell on this, if you want to read, click on - Person in the shadows.

Dates In his intro, although there is some information, as always, the year is not indicated. Obviously, the current year is still 2021 (according to s1). But in the second season, we are not shown specific dates anywhere (even with the twins, although we can find out their year of birth by literally subtracting 19), and here. There is an event, there is a blurry date. Not specified. I guess something is wrong with time already or is this a hint that it doesn’t matter, because the events are looped / will be erased.

Player and music And probably the most ??????? thing. When Qian Jin is in the car, there is a VERY short frame before he takes the call. If you catch it... here is a player on the screen. The music is Symphony of Fate (生命交响乐). And the player does not have a "back" button, only forward.

Time is like music, yeah. Thank you for reading once again ~ I hope episode 9 gives us more information and answers some questions though… *cries*. Feel free to discuss!

[wonderland-smile-stories]

~ Chapter 3. 04 ~

I apologize in advance for any spelling or grammar mistakes and how poorly written this fanfic is. English is not my first language and together with my dyslexia ass things can go wrong I'm sorry.

Ji-su was the first one to stand guard well the rest of us slept. Well not all of us. After what just happened with waking up like that, I wasn't in the mood to sleep or risk for another episode to happen and waking everyone up.

They all need their sleep. I'm used to a long time not sleeping.

"You should sleep," Ji-su whispers looking down at me.

"Sure and then I can scream everyone awake when it's time to get up, besides I'm used to not sleeping," I said with a fake smile on my face.

Ji-su let out a sigh knowing I wouldn't listen to her.

After a while, she spoke up again.

"Is this way you sometimes look really tired, because you don't sleep?" For a few seconds, I look into her eyes before looking down bringing my knees to my chest.

"Maybe," I mutter out, but she still hears it.

My eyes went back to her when she took a seat in front of me.

"Do you..."

She stopped for a second to think about what she would say next.

"Always wake up like that?"

I nodded my head.

"Pretty much yeah, but most of the time I end up on the floor because I trash a lot in my sleep. My neighbors really love me."

She let out a small chuckle looking away for a second before looking back at me.

"Did you always have those dreams?"

I bite the inside of my cheek shaking my head.

"It started a few months ago."

I pause for a second taking a deep breath.

"Something had happened before I moved here. I think that it's the reason I have them."

She nodded her head inspecting my face trying to see if she could see more that I was letting out.

"It's also the reason you moved countries."

I have never told her why I moved here, even Eun-yu doesn't know. It's not like they have ever asked me why, which, to be honest, I was happy with.

"Yes," I answer.

"It must be something big if you moved to a whole other continent instead of a new city."

I shrug my shoulders, putting my head on my knees.

"Something like that," I whisper out.

Ji-su could probably tell I didn't want to talk more about it because she stood up looking at her phone. I guess it was time to switch guards. I have offered to stand guard the whole night, but they said I had to sleep too.

"I lived in an orphanage my whole life with an awful woman of a caretaker who loved to beat the kids for the littlest thing, and that was one of the nicest things she did," I spoke up when she walked past me to wake up the next person.

She stopped in her tracks before turning around to me. I was looking at the wall in front of me, but I could see her in the corners of my eyes.

"When I was legally going to turn an adult in the U.S. she would have sold me off to one of her old church friends so I could become his wife. Those people from that church are just as bad as her. So you can only imagine what my life would have been if I had stayed there." It was the first time I have ever said it out loud and even I can't believe it.

"I'm sorry." I hear Ji-su mutter.

I shrug my shoulders.

"It's okay. You deserve to know as well, you're one of my best friends. I wanted you to know it for a long time, but I never knew how to say it." My vision began to get blurry because of the tears that were forming in them, but I wasn't in the mood to cry.

I could hear Ji-su opening her mouth to say something but spoke up before she could.

"Go, you need to sleep. Wake up the next person." I guess she got the hint that I didn't want to talk about it anymore because she turned waking up Hyun-su.

I listened to how they talked about Hyun-su being infected and asking each other to kill them if they fully turned. I was basically sitting at the door with my face toward the bathroom door, so Hyun-su had to stand in front of me where Ji-su stood a few seconds ago.

I was staring at the door thinking what we should do next. Should we stay here or go look for other survivors? Mr. Han has enough food for now, but with all of us here it would be gone soon.

Tomorrow we need to make a plan for what to do next. We can't just sit here waiting to die or for someone to turn into a monster.

"I'm kind of an orphan too."

I look up at Hyun-su when he mutters something.

I wasn't sure if he was saying it to me or not.

"What?" I asked confused.

He looked down at the ground not giving me one look.

"I heard you talk with Ji-su. My family died in a car crash not that long ago." I looked at him surprised.

I wouldn't have thought he would say that. Not that his family's dead, but him talking about his life and past. We only met one or two days ago. I honestly don't know anymore at this point.

He was never the one who would start a conversation, let alone talk about himself. All I know for sure was his name, that he loves gaming, and loves ramyeon. That's it. He looks more like a closed-off person, so I didn't expect this.

"Oh, I'm sorry," I said loud enough for him to hear it, but not to wake up the others.

It was silent for a second before speaking up again.

"Is that why you wanted to jump off the building?" He looked up, but his back was still facing me.

"You don't have to tell me, but I know why you would do it. Hell, even I have tried to end my life, but I guess chucking two bottles of vodka and a bottle of sleeping pills just won't do it for me. I woke up with a massive headache and stomach ache in the hospital the next day. Let's just say I was disappointed that I was still breathing after that. It's a wonder people had even found me."

I was looking at the wall again thinking about the time I first got here. I had tried to live on, but I couldn't do it. I was just so scared they would find me and I just couldn't forget everything that had happened. I managed to get my hands on the vodka and pills and I just did it without thinking more about it.

From the corner of my eyes, I saw Hyun-su turn around to look at me. To my surprise, he took a seat beside me leaving some space so he could still see the door.

"I don't know anymore. There were a lot of reasons why I wanted to jump off."

I nodded my head looking at him.

"I get it. Life can be messed up. People are monsters if they want to be." I stopped speaking for a bit.

Who am I kidding?

My whole life was a mess.

"I guess it doesn't matter anymore now," I mutter out laying my head against the wall behind me.

"I guess not." I hear him whisper leaving us in total silence afterwards.

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[noonajoe]

Your kid hurt himself (Ushijima Wakatoshi x Reader)

Synopsis: Ushijima and Y/N have an 8-year-old son who's scratching and punching himself because of his frustration. You can't stop your son and called your husband because you're scared to look at your son.

Characters: Dad!Ushijima Wakatoshi x Mom!Reader

TW: Self-harm, angst, fluff, comfort, family fluff, Ushijima is a great dad

Word Count: 750

©noonajoe (Published on 2 April 2023 - 23:15 Bangkok Time) this story is not going to be sold, modified, or translated in any manner.

“T-Toshi”

“Yes, honey, what’s wrong?” Toshi asked.

“Takio, he’s..” you’re trembling staring behind Takio’s room door.

“What’s happening? I heard Kio’’s screaming in your background sound” he stood up from his seat, and quickly sign his driver to prepare his car for him.

“He… he hurt himself Toshi…, like I did when I was little, I don’t know now how to make him stop. He unintentionally scratched my arm when I tried to stop him…” you sat on the table, searching for a medkit to wrap the scratch. 

“I’m in the car right now. Is the scratch bad? Do you need an ambulance?”

“No, I’m okay but mentally not because I can’t stop him, Toshi…” 

“Okay, wait, I’m on my way home, 15 minutes, wait for me, okay honey?”

“Y-yes, thank you, Toshi” you closed his call.

He arrives, quickly enters the entrance door, and found you treating your hand

“Toshi” you look at him.

He quickly grabs your hand, and takes a good look at your wounds, “let me see”

“Okay, it looks not serious, thankfully” he sighed, glad that his wife was okay.

“Is he in his room?”

You nodded

“Okay, don’t stress yourself, let me take care of him” he patted your head.

He enters the room and looks at Takio. His son’s hair is messy, his dark eyebags are visible, and his eyes are swollen because of screaming and crying.

“Takio,” he said, with a firm tone.

“D-dad..” Takio was startled, staring at his father walking towards him.

Your kid is pretty scared of Toshi because of his cold gaze 

“I’m sorry dad, I-I think I hurt mom a little bit back then, I-I’ll apologize to mommy later”

He just stares at him and takes a deep sigh. He sits on your son’s bed, straightly staring at his son who’s sitting on a chair.

“Mom is fine. But I’m not here to talk about that. Why did you hurt yourself?”

The moment he heard that his tear slowly began to flow.

“If Kio had something in mind, or even disappointed Kio, just cry it out. Did I and mom ever angry when you cried? No, right? We never taught you to hurt yourself”

“I don’t know dad, I’m so dumb at school. Mrs. X always said that I will never be as successful as you or mom”

Toshi’s eyes widen, and with his flat expression, he tried to calm himself down. 

“Okay, so, Mrs. X told you that?”

“Yes, dad…”

“How long had she been saying that?”

“Uh… I don’t remember when… But she always said that when I finish my volleyball extracurricular, I and other teammates somehow met her by coincidence when we want to go home. When we got to the school’s entrance gate, she always mock me with those words…. I was embarrassed because my teammates heard that out loud”

“Okay, so, all of your teammates heard what Mrs. X said?”

“Yes, dad…”

“Okay, tomorrow, I want you to give me the list of all of your teammates as an evidence, I will report this to the principal”

“No! Dad, but, she’s going to bully me more…”

“Then I will take this case to the law firm as an irresponsible action from a school. She hurt my son, it’s a serious matter.“

“... O-okay dad”

“Okay, do you need some psychological therapy for this matter? Your mom and I maybe not a people that can solve some of your mental needs, especially if you’re hurting yourself. I can sign up at the nearest hospital if you want. As long as Takio feels better, we will always support Takio’s needs no matter what”

“I think, I will tone down my overthinking, Dad. I’ll try to fix this self-hurt by myself first… But thank you for offering, dad”

He stared at your 8-year-old kid, and can’t imagine if his self-hurt got worsened. He pulls his son’s chair closer so he can see him closer, “From now on, tell me and your mom if you experiencing bad things, okay? And don’t hurt yourself. I may be not as lovely and feely as your mom but we love you so much and it hurts us so much if you hurt yourself like this.” he grabbed your son’s hand.

“Okay, dad… I’m sorry for hurting myself…and I will always love you both…”

“Well, why don’t we go outside and see mommy? She’s extremely worried about you, Kio”

“Okay, dad”

The night ended with you hugging your son tightly, giving him multiple words of comfort. You’re glad your husband can help your son through his hardship.

While you're hugging your son until he's asleep, Toshi looked at you and comforts you by saying "he's going to be okay"

[the-s1lly-corner]

Yeahhhh good to see TADC requests are back up! Hope you’re feeling a lot better with everything going on! Also belated Merry Christmas?

If it’s not much, could I request a scenario for Kinger? If I didn’t misread or anything, I don’t think it was written anywhere that I have to specify requests. Hopefully so cuz I don’t have something in mind other than angst. Also cuz you said that you sometimes have trouble coming up with ideas for certain characters, so u can imagine pretty much everything so it’s not restricting. If you want me to specify, tell me!

Thanks! ^^

General Kinger x Reader Angst stuff!

wooooo definitely weird sitting at my computer again; typing on it while i wait for the oven to preheat because admin craves pizza eheheheheheh uhuhuh!! hope this isnt too bad! its probably going to take a while to get back into the swing of answering requests + writing for TADC, even if its only been like a week most of this ended up being about kingers grief over queenie/queener LMAO was originally going to have this be multiple things but i got too sucked deep into the grief idea

i think we should get the obvious out of the way, but kinger has a problem with zoning out and mixing things up; oftentimes leading to him becoming distressed or frightened. regardless of if youre his friend or partner, youre going to need to exercise a fair amount of patience, especially in the beginning if you want to build some level of trust between the two of you

as for romantic stuff, i dont think he ever truly will fall out of love with queenie/queener, its like how widows never truly stop loving their partners after theyve passed. you try not to think about the idea that he would still be with queenie if she hadnt abstracted... you try not to let it get to you but it still rears its head in, you know?

does notice that something is up with you but you wont open up about it because you feel so horrible about being jealous over a woman who isnt even around anymore in a way that she can likely never come back... which leads to kinger becoming more worried for you over time as you keep trying to shut everything down

imagine it leads to a blow up and you just break down or even lash out because you feel so disgusted with yourself and kinger is just standing there in shock unsure of what to do

very tricky situation, because theres so many factors to take into account. the abstraction, kingers grief, your wellbeing and self worth, things like that

as much as i want to say that kinger would be all over you trying to make it better, because he doesnt want you to abstract, i think that the best course of action would be for you guys to spend a few hours apart at the bare minimum.. whether thats what ends up happening is debatable

or even worse, you abstract in the process of your breakdown, leaving kinger with two lost partners

not totally related, but i like to think kinger leaves flowers and the like at queenies door.. as often as he can.. maybe sometimes he stays at her door talking about how his day went and how everyone else is doing... i think he would do the same for you if you abstracted, too, regardless of if you guys dated or not

unrelated to the reader but i like to think kinger and gangle have a grandpa/granddaughter relationship and he tells her about queenie and tells her about his abstracted wife and

:(

he gets misty eyed

[jadiya]

chubby size The woman of the bonten trio

Reader x de bonten trio

The sad trio, famous of bonten had provoked Japan again several policemen were looking for them already for a very long time, but after having circulated counterfeit money, it was even worse all the members of bonten had to hide in various places and to make as if they were dead, that lasted during almost two months

Y/n was devastated. She had not received a message or a call or a letter in the months that passed. She knew very well that rindou and sanzu were not the type to reassure her all the time And ran that he warned all the time, if they arrived late, or if there were problems had not done it

Several questions arose in her mind. Did they leave did they not want to deal with her anymore did he find her too fat

And after talking to several of her girlfriends, she asked for advice from her closest friend who knew the situation and who also knew them

"You know, my friend, for me you will always be perfect and if they left you without saying anything, you have to react, you have to leave and don't try to understand why it will break you even more.

Y/n : you really think I should do this

"Yes, do it, I don't want to see you even more broken than you are now. Now just leave a letter explaining that you don't want to have anything to do with them and put your engagement ring right next to the letter.

Y/n : you must be right, thank you for always being there for me you know without you I don't know what I would do

"Don't worry my darling Call me when you leave the apartment I'm coming to get you".

An hour later you find yourself with a suitcase at the bottom of the building where you lived for about two years with them, it tears your heart out but he was the first to leave

On the other side of Japan, three men, who were hiding in a dingy apartment, were literally checking if everything was okay on your side, until one of them started to shout

Sanzu: COME SEE

Rindou: what do you want now, the drug addict

Sanzu : LOOK AT THE CAMERAS OF THE PARTY

Ran: where is y/n why is she not here

Sanzu: I don't know, until an hour ago she was in the apartment and now she's not

Rindou: we have to go and see what happened, imagine that there was a fucking raid there and that they hurt, we have to know it as soon as possible

Ran: he's right we have to go

When they got there, the apartment was like Empty everything was neatly tidied up a sign of struggle even violence nothing at all

Until Lainé haitani's eyes saw that letter and the ring he had given you

Ran: here there is something

It is two colleagues turned around, and in addition this letter, the pretty ring that you wore every day for 1 years haitani Samy, to read the letter aloud

Y/n : "I don't know when you will see this letter, To tell you the truth, I try not to care. Maybe you won't even read it and it will just end up in a trash can but I need to express how I feel before I leave your life for good I would like to tell you that I hate you for abandoning me, and that you didn't even warn me that everything would end but it didn't, I can't feel his feelings for you maybe it's because you were the only men who loved me in my whole life and probably the last so I don't really want to hate you because deep down I have to thank you before you disappeared from my life a few months ago you were the only ones who complimented me and said I was pretty even though I thought I wasn't so thank you.

Sanzu: so this time, it's not a dream She really left this bitch

Rindou: and the worst thing is that she left because we are not present she thought we were abandoning her

Sanzu: what do we do now do we go looking for her do we wait for her to come back WHAT DO WE DO

Ran: calm down you don't need to start a panic attack

Sanzu: AH YES OF COURSE BUT MY WIFE HAS JUST LEFT

Rindou: shut up, you don't think we all feel the same, so shut up for two minutes while we think.

Ran: calm down you two there's nothing to really worry about I think I know where she is and if I'm not sure we just have to check the GPS I put in her phone

_____________________________________

The trio stood in front of the door of an apartment that was basic to say the least but all three knew you were there and when your best friend, Leur opened the door. Her face literally broke down

"what the hell are you doing here"

Sanzu: shut up bitch, let us through

"why do you have to destroy it even more"

Rindou : stop playing who will be the biggest bitch between the four of us we all know that if anyone is hurting y/n it's you you totally made her think we were going to leave her and behind her back you are totally capable of spreading your thighs at the slightest opportunity

Ran: And on top of that not to mention that you were asked to send her letters for the two months and yet I have a strong feeling that she never saw the color of her letters am I wrong

"What's your problem? Seriously, she's a fat cow who doesn't deserve to go out with you Why didn't you choose me? Seriously, I have everything to compare to her "

Sanzu: you may be good in some men's minds, but in ours you look like a vulgar slut who walks the streets

They all three pushed him from the frame of the door they entered in the apartment they started to look for you until he saw you asleep on the sofa ran carried you like a princess is to bring back in your apartment

The next day you woke up in

The apartment you had left the day before, and you knew it wasn't just a dream because your tears were real you had decided to leave again you went downstairs to your kitchen and you saw them trying to make you breakfast

Ran: you finally woke up my love

: What are you doing here

Rindou : It's a very long story that will take a lot of time and will make us waste energy for nothing

Sanzu: but all you have to know is that we missed you, and that your best friend didn't want to send you the messages we sent you for two months

Ran: I like this summary

: That means you didn't leave me

Sanzu: No, but I have a feeling you will. Put your ring back on

You started to cry because deep inside you wished that it was only a bad dream. And for the blow your life is started again where it had stopped two months ago.

You jumped into their arms, it was like a relief

: I missed you I love you

[the-witch-of-one-piece]

Marco, Thatch, and Izou x Fem Reader: 3+1 NSFW

A/N: Hello lovely spirits, sooo I went out of my comfort zone A LOT never wrote anything like this before🤭. The title yes love 3+1, the 3 Commanders from the Whitebeard pirates and a Fem Reader that happens to be the wife of one of the Commanders. I have been working on this for a while. I hope you guys enjoy!!! Special thank you to @simpforroses for beta reading this I love you so much!

Tw: Foursome, Submissive Reader, Vaginal Penetration, Double Penetration, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Masturbation, Fingering, Creampie, Hickies, Restraining, Dirty Talk, Taunting, Voyeurism, Dom Marco, Dom Thatch, Dom Izou.

wc:4582 

The party was pretty crazy this time on the Moby Dick. Drinks were everywhere mixing laughter and shouting from the crew. Moans were masked by the loud music. It was supposed to be a romantic moment between you and Marco. But both of you didn’t know how Thatch and Izou ended up in the same room with you both and convincing you both of this rather odd request. Both men seemed to envy Marco, having such a pretty little wife. The way you carried yourself and the feisty attitude at times tempered by your gentle side intrigued them. Both men had caught sight of what you two were doing outside your bedroom door, hearing the way you moaned for Marco. They imagined what it would be like if you yelled their name just like that. When both men had a nonchalant conversation with Marco months back, he lightly and unintentionally mentioned that you were never intimate with another man before. No one else had touched you, other than the man who was your husband, until now.

“Marco, I can see why you wanted to keep your little wife all to yourself,” Thatch slightly grunted, his hand resting on the back of your head guiding you, as your lips wrapped around his cock. 

“I married her for a reason, obviously you both don’t understand.“ Marco seemed more possessive with you now. They did a bit of a wager with him and you would be the judge of it with your consent: Who has the better cock? All men were around the same age, had experience, and knew their way around a body. Marco was behind you, his cock buried deep inside your pussy. The way his hips snapped against yours felt oh so good, but the moans he was so used to hearing were being muffled by Thatch’s cock. He was a bit displeased, as he couldn’t hear you moan his name. 

Izou’s hand reached underneath, finding your clit as he began to rub in a circular motion making you release Thatch’s cock from your mouth. You placed your head on the bed, moaning a bit louder. He leaned forward, “Such a sensitive girl you are,” with a devious chuckle.

Thatch stroked himself looking at Marco. “I think your wife would like to try on another cock and see if it’s fitting.” Marco and Thatch switched, flipping you as your back hit the mattress. The 4th commander towered over your small frame, ogling your perfect petite body. Both men looked at Marcos’s wife with a look of lust in their eyes. “Such a pretty little thing you are _______ even with no clothes on…kinda beating myself up for not jumping on you sooner,” Thatch’s hand caresses your breast, making it down to your throbbing cunt. He watched you squirm under his touch, letting out a moan as you grasped the sheets “But we can see how greedy Marco can be… I bet my sweet cum will fit nicely inside that little cunt of yours. Isn’t that what you want? You want me to fill up that little cunt of yours. I bet you will like the outcome too~”  He leaned in closer, pressing his naked frame against yours. 

“No cumming inside of her, both of you, understand yoi?” Marco's voice interrupted Thatch before his lips pressed against you. Marco felt his form of dominance taking over. “The only cum that she will be carrying is mine in her womb. 

“Right, heheh, greedy man. But you don’t mind me saying it,” Thatch’s eyes averted back to you and the blushing expression on your face. His cock rubbed your entrance before sliding his cock in your slick walls. Thatch’s lips latched and gravitated towards yours. This is how he imagined it, just like his dreams. Your cunt choking on his cock as it pumped inside of you. Hearing the low grunting from them both, Thatch raised his body up to get a better view. Seeing his cock disappear inside…the slight bulge as cock went in and out of you…how your breasts bounced with each thrust. 

Izou stroked himself, with his hand turning your head towards him, pressing his lips against yours. Izou’s tongue slid into your mouth as his hand reached for yours, guiding it to his cock. He let a sharp breath out as your fingers met his girthy cock and then began stroking him. “I bet if you were my wife I would satisfy every need of yours,” Izou said in a husky tone, looking into your eyes. 

 “Oh my god,” you were panting harder at Marco's lips sucking on your supple breast, leaving fresh hickies in different spots. You closed your eyes, clenching your jaw. Still, you couldn’t believe this was happening. These men were considerably larger than your small petite frame and towered over you.  Marco brought his head up from your breast. He saw the reddish-purple marks he left and seeing your eyes closed tightly, he knew you weren’t trying to cum just yet. You tried to focus on how to savor it just a bit longer. “Mmmmmmmm” 

Thatch was enjoying every moment of this. Your moans sounded more like a symphony of pleasure to the men’s ears. He spread your legs wider open, as he wanted a deeper penetration. Thatch’s large hands held onto the back of your thighs, as he snapped his hips harder into you. At this point, he wanted you to say his name. “______ who is fucking you good right now? Is it Papa Thatch? Why don’t you let everyone in this room know? ” Thatch’s voice was as deep, matching the way he was fucking you; the sound of both of your skins slapping against one another. “Papa Thatch!!! P-please doesn’t stop, yes yes yes,” you cried out loud. With every thrust, you felt the tip of his cock hit your cervix over and over. Removing your hand from Izou’s cock, you slightly shifted your upper body up as your fingers gripped his defined deltoid.

Thatch grinned, seeing the glassy-eyed expression when you both locked eyes, He let a low chuckle out bringing his body closer to yours. “Let me come to you, lay back baby girl.” a taunting voice appeared once more, and you followed his instructions; his hands resting close to the side of your face. His pompadour was completely undone, with some of his luscious long hair falling forward as he hovered over you. Bringing his hand to your plump lips, his thumb dragged over your bottom lip, slightly parting them. The tip of your tongue brushed against his thumb. Thatch placed his thumb halfway in your mouth as you began to suck on it. “That’s so fuckin hot _______….After all these years of wanting to fuck you, I got my wish.” his voice becoming a bit raspier.  Thatch pressing his chest against yours, he began to pick up the speed of his thrusting. Removed his thumb from between your lips replacing them with the rest of his fingers. Your fingers dug into his arms, the muffled moans escaping your mouth. Thatch felt your walls choking on his cock tighter and he grunted aloud. “Fuck ______ baby, you’re making it so hard not to cum inside of you right now. Just imagine my warm cum filling your sweet little womb of yours.” 

“Thatch you better not,” Marco said sternly at him. Marco glared at the 4th commander, who was obviously taunting Marco with his words. Thatch gave Marco a leer, the corner of his mouth rising up, and his eyes coming back to you.

“______,  why don’t you cum for me, I know you want to. It’s written all over your face….I can make that happen if you would just say the magic phrase ~Papa Thatch please make me cum.~” Thatch’s sinful voice spoke once more. It was like eating the forbidden fruit from a sacred garden, knowing he can hold back from coming. He wanted to hear the pleasurable words coming out of your mouth and make sure Marco would hear them. Thatch roughly snapping his hips against yours.  

Your mind was so foggy the words rather spilled out of your mouth so easily “P-please Papa Thatch make me cum, please!!!” hearing the pleading voice from you sent Thatch over the edge. The words filled his ears, as you kept repeating the words over and over, as he heard you begging for your climax. He was soon to reach his orgasm too. Your pussy walls clenched around his cock tighter and tighter. 

Thatch threw his head back “Ahhh shit.” he quickly pulled his cock out. Moments after doing that, the cum dripped onto your stomach and lower abdomen. Thatch had to take a deep breath. His head was feeling a bit light-headed, the droplets of sweat on his forehead trickling down his face. Thatch watched you come down from your high; your body slightly trembling. He leaned in once more and placed a kiss on your lips. “Now pretty girl, don’t think this is the last taste you’re getting of Papa Thatch tonight.”  Thatch getting his foulard to clean the cum off of you. “Such a shame it couldn’t be placed in a more snug place.” 

You took a deep breath for a moment. You realized you were putty in this man’s hands, the way he spoke drove you crazier. Izou walked to his pile of clothes, “We aren’t done just yet, beautiful.” Izou pulled the obi from his kimono and began to bind your arms behind your back. You were on your knees atop the bed. He scooped your hair to the side and you looked up at Izou, whose silken black hair was undone. “Those big eyes of yours are so enchanting.” Izou laid you on the back of the bed. His hand caressed your cheek as he placed small kisses on your lips. His kisses began to become heated, making his way down your body, before spreading your legs open, as he began to lightly kiss your inner thighs. Your eyes slightly rolled back as you felt his soft lips pressing against your outer lips.  Thatch stroked himself, seeing you bound while your chest heaved up and down, as Izou began to play with her clit with his tongue. His dark eyes bore into your own, seeing his tongue flick your bud, forcibly pushing down your thighs to make sure you didn’t try to close them. You looked at your husband, who was stroking himself next to your face. You bit your lower lip in a plea, holding in the moans, but they would still escape. “You want to suck your husband's cock?” Marco whispered with seduction on his thick lips.

“P-please commander?” Your voice let out a quivering response, while Izou was still between your legs. Marco brought himself closer, kneeling slightly, with his hand eagerly reaching for the back of your head. He huskily grunted, feeling his engorged member fitting into your mouth. Marco began slowly moving his pelvis, letting out a low groan. “That’s more like it babe… just like that,” with his hand gripping your hair from the back a bit tighter. Marco solely focused on you and how your sucks worked wonders on his cock. Marco slightly pushed your head against his pelvis “Hold it for a moment-yoi,” slightly groaning as he heard you gag from the deep-throat. 

Izou watched as you sucked on your husband’s cock, releasing one of his hands from your thighs, so his fingers could go between your throbbing wet slit, proceeding to brush against your sopping slick cunt. He felt the warmth and slipperiness spilling from your pussy and pushed his finger deeper inside of you with a satisfied purr, hearing the whimpers coming from you as your lips were around Marco’s cock. Izou’s second digit made its way inside and his tongue swirled your clit as he pumped his two fingers inside of you. “I can only imagine how you would feel with my cock deep inside of you,” Izou couldn’t hold it back anymore. Raising his body up, he got off the bed.  He leaned over his hands and reached for your hips pulling you down to the edge of the bed. Your lips detached from Marco’s cock rather quickly when Izou pulled you down. Marco flexed his jaw as he let out an annoyed sigh. 

“Someone is a bit greedy~ ” Thatch teased, pushing his hair back and giving a smirk. “Gentle Izou, I don’t think Marco likes how you are handling his little wife.” 

“She will be fine.” Izou helped you up since your arms were still bound behind your back. Izou sat at the edge of the bed and he guided you back towards him. “I want you to ride me ____, as you would ride Marco’s cock.” Izou’s voice deepened as his hands trailed up the sides of your body feeling your curves before his hands pulled you down lower so you could feel his cock rubbing against your throbbing cunt. Out of habit, you moved your pubic bone back and forth letting your wetness graze against and lubricate his cock. Izou let out a shaky low breath and reached for his cock, beginning to guide himself between your wet folds. You lowered yourself more, feeling his cock fitting snug against your warm, moist, plush cunt walls. Both of you let out a groan and fingers dug deeply into your flesh. You began to rock your hips back and forth with your pelvis doing a slight circular motion each time. “Nnnghhh.” you could hear Izou trying to cover his moans biting his lower lip. 

“Someone is enjoying this,” you teased with a drop of wicked sin from your inner-she devil. You slightly look over your shoulder to see Izou’s dark eyes looking back at you. “Tell me does turn you on when you hear me and Marco are fucking?”  Your eyes traveled to Marco seeing the corner of his mouth curl up, and turned back to Izou’s. Izou brought your back close to his chest as he tugged on the obi that bounded your arms. You threw your head back resting it on his shoulder, so now your neck was exposed to him. 

“Yeah as a matter of fact it was because each time I heard you, I imagined myself fucking you. My cum fitting so nicely in your cunt. And each time some came out, I fucked you all over again until you learned how to keep it all in,” Izou said in a husky voice. He, himself, was moving his own pelvic up and down hearing the sloshing of your wet pussy as it continued to make an impact with his thrusts. His lips feverishly latched onto your neck and his red lipstick stained your neck as he began to suck your flesh. His hands travel to the front of your body, one hand cupping your breast, and the other traveling to your sensitive clit. 

“Ohhh fuuuucccck,” you whimpered, shutting your eyes tightly. You kept repeating the word “fuck” breathlessly. You were feeling overheated and overstimulated, a thin layer of glistening sweat began to coat your body. The deeper he kept pushing into you, the more you were on the verge of cumming. “Izou you’re gonna make me cum,” you panted as you began to feel the balled-up tension forming. For a moment, Izou slowed his thrusting, then slowly played with your clit. 

“I don’t want you coming yet, I will be the one deciding when you should cum,”  Izou removed his hand from your clit, and removed the obi from your arms. Izou repositioned himself so he was laying on the bed. You wantonly crawled his lap once more, easily sliding his cock into your pleading sex. Your hands were against his chest as you began grinding up and down his cock. He pushed his pelvic up a tad, as his hands grasped your ass while you rode his cock in maniac abandon.

You yelped, feeling a stingy sensation as Izou slapped your ass. Feeling the sharp sting from the rather forceful slap. “Ahhhhh~” you whimpered out loud, throwing your head back, while your hips still rocked against his. Your clit was getting stimulated as it rubbed against his pubic bone. He must have noticed that you were desperate to come as you began to quicken your pace. Izou tried to contain his moans, but the slipperiness of your delicious pussy pumping him was throwing his composure out of control.

Izou grabbed your hands, removing them from his chest, “Come down a bit lower, doll.” Following the commander’s order, you began to lower yourself. Still holding onto your hands, he began placing them behind your back restraining both of your wrists. His free hand grasped your jawline, pulling you to him, so your faces were inches apart. You felt his warm breath that had a hint of saké underneath it. Izou was a bit quieter than Thatch when he spoke, “You're the forbidden fruit that no one could have. But now that I’ve gotten a taste…hmmmm” he chuckled coyly. “I’m going to want more.” 

Marco became alert and observant of Izou’s words to his wife, “You might want to keep those comments to yourself Izou-yoi.”  Thatch saw the intense glare Marco was giving Izou, while Izou didn’t pay any mind to him and continued to sweetly whisper in your ear of the other things he’d love to do to you. 

Thatch watched your ass move up and down and he felt himself become stiff once again. Pushing the hair out of his face, he began to stroke himself and walked to the end of the bed. 

You felt the dip of the bed and large calloused hands grabbing your ass a bit harder. “Let’s spice things up  for you ________. Let’s see how well you do taking us both on” feeling his thumb rubbing your puckered anus. “I promise to be extra gentle with you.” He spat in his hand to coat his cock in saliva and continuously stroked himself while stimulating your anal hole. 

“Couldn’t wait, Thatch…?.” Izou sighed.

“Wait for what? To let you have all the fun? Nahhh. Like I told her, this wasn’t the last taste of Papa Thatchie.”  Feeling his tip at your entrance, he slowly began to push into your tight little hole. 

“Oh, shiiiii—” you bit your lower lip, clenching your fist that was still being restrained by Izou’s hand. “Ahhh Thatch…. Fuck….!!!!” you cried out loud. Thatch sheathed himself fully inside of you but he didn’t move just yet.

“I will give you a moment before I start moving, baby girl.” He bent over with his body pressing flush against your back. Thatch then began to move slowly in and out of you. “Fuck.” his cock felt smothered in the tight canal. 

This didn’t stop Izou from still thrusting inside you, but he let your arm free, “Feeling okay _____?” Izou asked in a gentle tone.

 It took a moment for you to form a response because you were still getting used to both of their thick pulsing cocks throbbing inside of you. The moment the pain dulled, you responded,  “I’m fine….” looking down at Izou. 

“Atta girl, I knew you could handle it,” Thatch kissed your shoulder, before leaning closer to your ears. “Who would have guessed you were so submissive? You fooled me with your feisty nature. But seeing you like this, taking orders from each of us….that’s fucking hot,” he kisses your earlobe. Thatch tested the waters as he began to increase his thrusts, not only faster but harder. Your moans began to become uncontained, unleashing a mixture of curse words and desperate whines. 

“Thatch….. Izou….oh fuck…. You're gonna make me cum!!!” you moaned louder.

“Fuck _____.” Thatch grunted with a growl. 

Izou grunted loudly as well. He felt himself close to coming. How badly he wanted to cum inside you, though he was fighting not to. He didn’t want to remove himself from your enticingly slick pussy walls, but he had to, “Fuck I’m cumming.” he said.

Thatch was already pulling out he began to stroke himself, letting out a deep groan as the hot cum began to spill out of him onto your back. Izou slightly lifted you up, removing his cock from inside of you, as his hot seed landed on his and your abdomens. 

Your body at this point was almost at its limit, where you were going to pass out. But Marco knew your body extremely well, so he was going to make sure he was going to get his point across to the both of them on who you belonged to. Your forearm rested against your eyes as you laid in the middle of the bed. The climax from minutes ago began to leak out of your rapidly pulsating cunt dripping onto the damp sheets. “Such a mess you are right now ______”  Marco’s sultry voice caught your attention. You removed your forearm from your eyes to your husband’s alluring smirk. “I think it is about time I have you to myself yoi. I think the both of them are done tasting my special fruit.”  Marco looked at both the commanders “But by all means stay and watch, but you can’t touch her anymore.”  

Marco was on the side of the bed. His large hand began to grope your breast, with his fingers twisting, pinching, and pulling your nipple to get them hard. His lips hovered over your other nipple, with his tongue brushing against your sensitive bud, before taking them between his plush lips, with his skilled tongue swirling your nipple. His hand ghosted your skin as it traveled lower and lower to your spent pussy. Marco’s entire hand began to rub your throbbing sex with great force, before inserting his thick finger inside your cunt. Your fingers gripped a fist full of his hair, lifting your head to get a better view, seeing Marco switch to your next breast. You got a view of his hand moving in and out of your cunt, hearing the wet gushing and sloshing sounds each time he moved in and out of you.  “Oh god… Marco… Mar-co Marcoooo~~” you cried, dry heaving. This didn’t stop him one bit but made him pick up the pace.

Removing his lips from your nipple, he brought his thick lips back to yours. When you parted your lips, he eagerly slid his tongue into your mouth to dance with yours. Marco could feel your body trembling at his touch…something he enjoyed doing to you. Picking his head up slightly, the string of saliva became undone. He looked down to see your unadulteratedly lewd expression. “Do you want more _____? More of me? More of your husband?” he is in a low husky voice.

“Marco, I want more.” You said, not quite loud enough for his liking. 

“Louder.” Marco demanded his lowering eyelids into a predatory gaze, waiting for you to follow his command. He wasn’t going to give you mercy if you failed again.

“Marco, I want more please!” you practically screamed louder than expected. Marco felt satisfied with what he heard and licked his lips.

“As you wish my little wife,” Marco said, scooping you up in his strong arms, with your own arms wrapped around the back of his neck, and legs around his waist.  Marco got off the bed, holding you by your ass, and placed your back against the wall “Just remember ______ you belong to me and only me yoi.” Marco was still able to support you on the wall as his hand reached down for his cock, stroking it a few times. Rubbing the tip of his cock between your slit, you let a small whimper. Marcos saw you eagerly move your pelvis against his tip and chuckled, “Eager are we? Well, then I shouldn’t keep my wife waiting.”  Feeling his tempestuous cock slide inside and push through your dripping slit aching to be filled by no one else but him, Marco let out a low groan as his member sheathed deeper into you. Marco was usually more of a person who gradually increased his speed instead of ramming into you like an animal, but not this time. This thrusting motion he had made you a complete mess. The force behind each pound was sending your body over the edge and knocking the air out of your lungs. Your fingers dug into his shoulder blades and he almost couldn’t feel the burning sensation on his shoulder, as he was too busy watching your facial expressions change after each thrust. Your juices coated his girthy cock, leaving a ring around the base of it. Marco shoved his lips against yours; his teeth bit your bottom lip softly before bringing his head back “Look at me _____.”

You followed his command “nngggh……ahhhhh~~~~.” you were trying to catch your breath looking at your husband with pleading wide eyes. “Marcoo~~~”

“I want you to do something for me.” brings his face closer to yours.

“Hmmmm?” looking at his lips then back at his eyes, tucking in your bottom lip trying to focus on what he was trying to say.

“I want you to let them know who you belong to,”  Marco commanded with no room for disobeying…not that you’d want to. Thatch and Izou heard his command he gave to you. He didn’t care about the two looking at him with an exasperated air from the other side of the room. Thatch let a low huff out and Izou shook his head letting out a sigh.

“I- I belong to you,” you said panting but you weren’t loud enough for Marco’s Liking.

“I need you to be louder-yoi. Now, who do you belong to?” Feeling his grip becoming more intense on your ass to where it dug into the flesh, you let a little shriek out.

“I BELONG TO YOU MARCO. I’M YOURS ONLY YOURS!!!” you screamed from the top of your lungs. You swore you were louder than the music coming from outside the room.

“That’s my little bird. Which commander is only allowed to fill you up with cum yoi?!” Marco was becoming more turned on by your response and knowing that the two other commanders were never going to have the privilege to fill you with up like he could. 

“FIRST COMMANDER MARCO!!!!!” you screamed once more.

Marco felt your walls beginning to choke on his cock as he kept thrusting into you. Cursing underneath his breath he felt the built-up tension wanting to be released. “You want me to fill you up with my cum, my pretty little wife?”  he grunted, trying to postpone his climax. The vein on his forehead popped out the sweat trickling off his forehead.

“PLEASE FILL ME UP WITH YOUR CUM MARCO!!!!” you cried out loud.

The blood began to rush to your head feeling your climax coming in strong.  Marcos pumped a few times before his hot and thick cum began to fill your little cunt up. Marco’s forehead rested against yours as he was trying to catch his own breath. “I will always be yours as well ____.”  His hand tilted your head up, softly pressing his lips against yours, brushing the strands of your hair out of your face. Marco looked over at Thatch and Izou “This was a one-time thing. Remember that yoi. She is and will always be mine.”

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Two Choices

Chapter 10

Pairing: Eris x reader x Azriel (not rlly)

Summary: The future wife of Eris never cared much for mating bonds, she had spent years in love with Eris and when Beron finally died they could be together. He has full intention to make his love into his High Lady until at a party meant to celebrate Eris’ reign the girl finds herself finding her mate, Azriel.

Warnings: none in this chapter.

A/N: I finally finished it, imma be so fr and start another wip too cause I feel like it. I will finish this series though dw I’m so close to it.

Word Count: 3580

The Inn we’d stayed at was a bit run down, but nothing that bothered me much. I’d stayed at places like this before when Eris and I would sneak around, sometimes meeting up in cabins we’d both owned were difficult considering they technically weren’t ours but our families. Sometimes when we’d felt like Beron was onto us we’d find Inns slightly far away and meet there for whatever. The Inn we’d ended staying at was okay, i mean it wasn’t filled with rats or anything but it wasn’t top-tier. As long as there were no rats I didn’t mind, though.

The Inn didn’t have enough rooms for us all to have our own and we ended up rooming with one person each. I thought about rooming with Corbin but felt like that might be inappropriate, so I instead ended up rooming with Wren. I quite liked Wren, she was strongly opinionated and protective, all qualities I can respect.

When we walked in there were two beds (thank the mother) and a simple bathroom, the one that Wren immediately called. I couldn’t blame her as I couldn’t even imagine what it was like to fly around all day in a court you didn’t know trying to find places to stay and eat, especially in one so fucking hot. I quickly realized she went into there without any clothes, and I didn’t wanna be rude, but I really didn’t want to see her naked. I knocked on the door to ask her if it was okay for me to do it, once I earned her approval I snooped through her bags, grabbing pajamas she’d packed some toiletries and underclothes before passing it to her in the bath. I also quickly realized, I in fact, did not have any extra clothes or anything. I groaned before knocking on the bathroom again, “Hey does Fern have any extra clothes? Or like anything? I really dont wanna get back into these clothes after bathing.”

I think its pretty obvious why I didn’t ask Wren if she had any clothes, you know with all of her clothes having holes for her wings, “Ummmm,” Wren thought for a second, “probably not, just ask Blythe for some money cause Corbin probably needs some too.”

“K bet, I’ll be back in a bit.”

I left the room to head towards Blythes, who was rooming with Corbin thankfully. I was told he’d normally room with Auden in this type of situation but Blythe is still a little mad. I quickly banged on it before Corbin opened the door.

“Hey,” he said looking confused, “whats up?”

I pushed past him to get myself into the room before opening my mouth, “Do you need clothes and stuff? Cause I do.”

Corbin thought for a moment, “Yea I guess so, but I was just gonna borrow from Blythe and Auden.” 

“Yea well I can't really do that and I also don't wanna go alone so you're coming, and I need Blythe to give us money for it. Where is Blythe?” I asked.

“Over here.” I heard his deep voice in the corner of the room. I went toward him to see him sharpening a knife in a chair that sat in the corner of the room, “Blythe wanna come with us?” I asked, mainly just wanting to be polite but I couldn’t lie and say I didn’t enjoy his company, because I had never been able to enjoy the comfortable silence I had with him, then with Corbin something about him made me extremely comfortable. Probably because he was the one to get me out of the Night Court and probably saved my life, if not my life than both my mental and physical wellbeing.

“Grab the bag of money in my bag,” Blythe said, carefully wrapping his knife back up and placing it in his pocket. He leaned down to fix his shoelaces as I jumped on one of the beds and went to his bag, while I was digging through it I tried to ignore everything else I found inside it but I quickly noticed a journal in it, I didn’t look into it, just noted it before I grabbed the bag of money and closed the bag. I leaped off the bed and walked over to Corbin, lifting the bag in my hand while shaking it around causing him to giggle a bit, Blythe followed closely behind as we left all together.

Thankfully it wasn’t too late so many shops were still open, well it wasn’t too late here in the Day Court. The day was longer than the night here, around three hours shorter which left more places open for longer, thankfully for us. We entered a shop that had some traveling clothes sitting in the front of it, Corbin went straight to the clothes sitting on the male side, clearly excited to get clothes that are only his and I went toward the female section and searched through different pants and shirts, I didn’t care too much for looks as it wasn’t my money that was being spent and I just wanted something comfortable and able to put up with weather that we’d come across. As I looked and felt a presence behind me, one I quickly realized was Blythe, I turned to acknowledge him before continuing to look. 

“You should go for that red one, since you're from Autumn Court it should look good on you,” Blythe said.

I scoffed, “Red looks amazing on me, thank you.” I took a good look at the red one he’d pointed out to me, it was a white lace top under it with a dark red corset and red jacket, black pants and I could just wear the boots I already had with it. “The top looks kind of flimsy though. “ I said, examining it.

“Yeah, but it’ll be good for the warmer courts.” I nodded in agreement to that, “Get a few anyway, different climates and stuff, plus wearing the same clothes everyday sucks.” He said, as he looked at a few outfits for me as well.

I grabbed the one he’d pointed out and continued looking. I felt weird getting multiple and spending his money but he was right. Plus I was paying him to get me to the Winter Court. 

My stomach began to feel weird, like anxiety creeping up at me, before my stomach completely turned and my heart began to pound. I gripped onto Blythe to steady myself from the sudden feeling which almost knocked me off my feet. I did my best to steady my breathing as Blythe gripped onto me himself. I'm not sure how Corbin was alerted but he ended up rushing toward me as well. I heard them asking me if I was okay, I tried to respond but I couldn’t and then I finally understood what was happening, I could feel a tug on the bond and then I could smell him.

That fucker was here, probably looking for me. I gripped my shirt with my free handover my heart before looking at Corbin, “He’s here,” I couldn’t bring myself to say Azriel’s name. I heard Blythe say ‘shit’ before pushing me into the back of the store.

“Look at me,” Blythe told me, I looked him in the eyes, “is your side of the bond on?” He asked me, I shook my head no.

“Okay good.” Then he reached for his knife and cut open his hand, which made me want to vomit. He grabbed my neck and covered it with his blood. I allowed him to do it without any protest, mainly because I was doing my best to not ball my eyes out and vomit all over the floor of this poor shop.

Blythe tucked up into a corner as he continued bleeding over my neck while Corbin peaked over some racks to watch the window. Blythe used his non bleeding hand to hold onto my own shaking one, he used his thumb to rub over it while trying to calm me. Corbin ducked from his spot, I could only assume Azriel stood in front of the store, fuck I hoped his shadows wouldn’t find me. Corbin peeked up once more and let out a breath, signaling that Azriel had walked away.

We sat there until I could no longer smell or feel him, it took about ten minutes before it was completely gone and I allowed myself to let go of Blythe's hand, which I now realized I was crutching onto so hard it looked red, and cower myself into a ball. I didn’t hear exactly what was said, only Blythe telling Corbin to go buy the things I picked out and his things and to go buy pajamas for me as well before grabbing me to put me on his back and leaving the store. 

I basically just spaced out the whole way, physically I was there but I mentally wasn’t. All I could remember from that night was Wren helping me bathe to get the blood off me and Corbin coming with pajamas. When I opened my eyes I layed in the bed in the hotel room. Instead of it only being me and Wren I sat up and saw Blythe laying on the floor, Corbin laying with him on the floor. I reached my hand to my neck to touch it, well more wipe it, I wanted to see if the blood was still there. I knew they had bathed me but part of me still wanted to check.

I'm not sure why I was surprised when my hand came back clean. Part of me expected that blood would be fresh on my neck and covering my clothes when I woke up. I don't know, maybe my brain just wasn't working properly at the moment. 

I got up from the bed as carefully as I could to not wake anyone up. I noticed how I stumbled a bit like my body had grown weaker but I ignored it and pushed through to go into the bathroom. I quietly closed the door before allowing myself to fully breath, I looked in the mirror and saw myself as well, when I looked at myself I was shocked. My eyes were sunken, my face was gaunt, my skin paler than snow and my body skinnier than it's ever been. The part that shocked me the most was the black nightgown I wore, one that reminded me of the night court.

There was no way Corbin would buy me a black nightgown, especially not one so night court. Not when he knew what the night court had done to me and his friends. I stumbled to the door, my body feeling weaker than it's already had, when I put my hand on the door knob I smelt one thing. Blood. I smelt blood.

Panic surged through my body as I opened the door knob, I rushed out of the bathroom almost tripping into the mainroom to make sure the three were okay. “Guys!” I yelled out, not receiving a response.

I saw three bodies lining the floor, the floor covered in blood. I wanted to scream and cry but instead I began hyperventilating, I couldn’t think, I couldn't move. I felt tears falling down my face and my body weaken. I wanted to fall and cry my eyes out but I needed to know the rest were okay, I needed to know Auden, Fern and Oliver were okay, that whatever went through here didn’t take them too. I began to back up, my hands and body shaking before I turned, mother I wish I never turned.

Azriel’s face looked loomed over by shadow, and he stood there bloody, a knife in his hand and his wings sparted out. I choked out a sob and tried to find words, any words, but none came out. Instead I could do nothing but sob.

I looked down at the floor, I realized my dress had changed, a black gown similar to the one I wore in the Court of Nightmares except puffer and baggier, it covered every crevice of my body, every inch of it hidden away. It was obvious who picked it out. I couldn’t move, not my feet, not my arms, nothing. 

I felt Azriel’s hand reach to grip the back of my neck and pull me into him as I sobbed, I could hear him making those “shh” noises you make to toddlers when they cry to comfort them, somehow it didn’t comfort me, it only made me cry harder.

“You killed them, you fucking killed them.” I sobbed into his chest, not that I had much of a choice to sob anywhere else. “You slaughtered them, you fucking monster.”

He gripped my hair to make me look up to him, his face was still loomed over, not clear, “They took you, I know they took you. Cause you’d never leave me, right? You’d never leave me right, my pretty mate?” I sobbed harder hearing this, I felt my body give out and if he wasn’t holding me I knew I’d fall onto the ground.

I could feel myself hyperventilating, I couldn't breath and I could barely see from the tears in my eyes. I was pushed onto a bed and when my eyes cleared enough I realized I sat on Azriel’s bed, in Azriel’s room. I looked over to the fire and saw something burning, something red, I looked closer and realized it was multiple things. I gained enough strength to pick myself up and walk toward the fire, my dress felt lighter than the one I wore just a few moments ago. I noticed I now wore a lacy, short nightgown. One that was sheer everywhere except my breasts and the area where my lower body was. 

I wrapped my arms around myself and walked to the fire place, I looked at it cautiously before taking note as to what was burning.

I saw articles of clothing, books, accessories and other items all burning inside it, all items were of Autumn Court, all articles were mine. I realized they were all things I’d broughten from the Autumn Court when I moved, all things I’d given to Leilani and her family. I rushed myself toward the fire in some stupid attempt to stop it, even though I wasn’t sure how. I found myself sitting in front of the fire, watching all my things burn.

Tears continued to fall out of my eyes as I reached my hand toward it, slipping my hand into the fire. I tried my best to grab my things, nothing going through my mind but the need to have something so precious toward me back, almost a child-like thought. I could hear Azriel screaming behind me. It sounded like he was begging me to stop but I couldn’t hear it very well as the sound of the flame spreading to everywhere on my body filled my ears. I could hear Azriel’s voice come closer and I thought of attempting to grab me, but at this point I’d been too far in the flames, my body began to melt under it and I could feel my flesh burning. I’d heard stories of how bad it is to burn to death, how painful it was, how you feel utter terror and how you not only die from the fire, but from suffocation. I couldn’t believe how ironic it was that a girl from the Autumn Court would die like this, it almost being unheard of for someone in the Autumn Court to die by fire. 

I ignored Azriel’s voice until I couldn’t anymore, and the only reason I couldn’t was because it wasn’t his voice, it was Eris’. I heard Eris’ voice screaming my name, yelling for someone to help me, yelling for a healer as I could feel myself suffocate, the suffocation only got worse now that Eris’ was here, now that he had to see me like this. I moved my hand out of the fire and turned my body to where I heard Eris’ voice. I wished I could see him pass the flames but I couldn’t. Instead all my body could do was collapse onto the ground as my body shriveled up into a burnt mess.

Waking up in the bed of the Inn we’d stayed at was unreal, I felt tears streaming down my face and myself hyperventilating. I pushed myself out of bed and checked the ground, noticing Blythe and Corbin weren’t there like in what I could now assume was a dream. I rushed myself toward the second bed in the room where Wren slept, I didn’t want to wake her and only stood over her to watcher her chest rise up and down from her breathing which ended up helping me calm down some, but the pit in my stomach and my rushing mind didn’t go away, I had stopped crying though.

I rushed myself out of the room and brought myself to the first room where Auden, Oliver and Fern slept. I peered in and saw Auden snoring on a couch in the room. Oliver slept soundly and I could see Fern drooling onto her pillow. I left the room, closing the door carefullying before moving toward the room where Corbin and Blythe slept. I only had to step a few feet before I was at the door and doing my best to quietly open the door.

I peeked my head into the dark room to see if I could see them breathing but their room was much darker than the other one had been causing me to need to step into the room to clear my racing mind and tell it they were all okay. Walking into the room I was painfully aware of my bare feet but pushed through the cold floor to reach them. Corbin's bed was closer to me so I checked his first. Not wanting to wake him I only paid close attention to his chest and watched his chest go up and down. I stayed there for a minute just watching him breathe, something about it calmed me a little bit and then I finally moved on to the last person. 

Blythes bed was tucked into the corner of the cozy room and the walk felt so long there, something about the length of it and trying to keep quiet made my heart race. After a few seconds I made it over to his side of the bed where because of how he was positioned I could not see or hear him breathing, which scared the shit out of me. My heart was pounding in my chest. I did something probably stupid. I reached my hand over to his wrist that sat out of the sheets on top of him, I needed to find his pulse to make sure he was okay. I wasn’t sure exactly where it was but I knew it’d be there. I braced myself to touch his wrist, but before I could he grabbed mine and gripped onto it hard, probably assuming I was someone trying to kill him.

I yelped when he gripped onto it, I quickly moved my hand over my mouth and turned to look at Corbin hoping that I didn’t wake him up. Once I saw that he only stirred in his sleep I looked back over to Blythe who looked nothing but confused, “What are you doing?” He asked me, a mix of a question and concern in his voice, his grip on my wrist lightened.

I swallowed, “I just- I wanted to make sure everyone was okay. I’m sorry.” I felt like I looked like a child, looking down at my feet like I’d just broken a window with a ball and was fessing up. 

Blythe let go of my wrist and patted the bed to invite me to sit, I followed suit and sat down. “Why did you need to check?” He asked, ”What’s wrong?”

I shrugged my shoulders, looking down at the floor like a child.I played with my fingers as I heard Blythe sigh before he rested one arm around my shoulder. He ruffled my hair a bit before getting up and heading toward the bathroom and quickly coming back with a glass of water, he handed the glass to me before reaching into his bag to grab something that looked like an oil. He walked over to me with it in his hand, “Lay down, just for a second.” He said, I followed, a little confused.

I realized it wasn’t an oil but more of a lotion sort, he rubbed the lotion around my shoulders and added some under my nose, “Oliver sometimes has a hard time sleeping and this is what we like to use on him, sometimes it works on the others too.” He told me, his voice sounding softer. I realized how tense I actually was as my muscles lighten up, once he was down I sat up again, my eyelids felt heavy and I leaned on Blythe’s body. “Just go to bed, okay? We’ll all be here in the morning.” Blythe told me, I nodded to him and moved under his sheets. I felt him tuck me into the bed before moving Corbin’s body over, I heard Corbin groan before Blythe moved into his bed and I’d already passed out.