#in conclusion he's a goner

[sandwichmustbetasty]

what’s with jango’s kids and their affinity to look at creatures and go “ah, this will make a fine addition to my collection” and just adopt a child or a depressed rancor.

jango i though you a ruthless bounty hunter. oh how wrong i was.

[angelfrogs]

I keep seeing the sentiment that Yoshida is going to die soon and eh.. I dunno. Do I think Yoshida will survive part two? No almost certainly not this is chainsaw man don’t be silly. Do I think he’s going to die in the next few chapters? No. Not unless the next few chapters are extremely Yoshida focused which would be a weird turn for the story to suddenly take considering the other current plot threads happening. Fujimoto does this thing where even though most of the characters die all of them have an ending that feels emotionally satisfying, and if they don’t they’re bond to come back (cough, like we saw with Quanxi, cough) Yoshida just dying within the next couple chapters, by Yoru’s hand or because of the current fake chainsaw man apocalypse isn’t really an ending for Yoshida, a character we’ve known since part one.

[moonsgemini]

good for you - rafe cameron

summary: Rafe just wanted to be good. He wanted to be good for her, but somehow he always found a way to mess things up. And of course she’s there to help him clean up the mess.

warnings: angst, fluff, rafe gets arrested, insecurities from rafe

wc: 1.9k

an: hope you all enjoy!! I kinda lost inspo towards the end but regardless I still kinda like it. um also I’m 5 days sober so love that for me, I’m taking a tolerance break to clear my mind & it's helped so much so far.

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She was laying on her bed reading Pride & Prejudice, trying to stay away from her phone. She was trying to build better habits like not going on her phone before she went to sleep. It was a cool summer night, her balcony doors open letting the smell of the beach enter her room. Her eyes were starting to involuntarily shut as sleep started to overtake her, but she was jolted awake as her phone started vibrating on her night stand.

It was almost 12am who would be calling her at this hour. She peeked over and the name on the screen made a pit in her stomach form. Kildare Sheriff’s Department. She didn’t have a single clue as to why she was getting a call from the police at this hour. Her stomach turned as her mind raced jumping to conclusions like someone she knew being in an accident.

Hesitantly picking up she muttered, “Hello?”

“Hey uh it’s me.”

Her mouth went dry, “Rafe? Are you okay? What’s going on?”

Y/n had only moved to outer banks a few months ago. She had met Sarah one day when she was shopping at a boutique in the figure eight. Being the bubbly outgoing person that Sarah was she invited her to a party going on that night. Usually y/n wouldn’t go to a random party alone but it was summer and how else was she going to make friends. She had promised herself that in the Outer Banks she was going to be different. She wasn’t going to bury herself in her books and be secluded missing out on all the things a teenager should be doing like she had been in her old hometown.

When she arrived at the party she was received with weird looks and she had immediately regretted her decision. She wandered around hoping someone would come up and talk to her or she’d bump into Sarah. Luckily she did bump into her, the girl immediately took her under her wing and introduced her to some people. Y/n even had a few drinks as she talked with the girls she met. She was actually enjoying herself. After a while she went off to find the bathroom, that’s when she bumped into a 6’2 dirty blonde.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” She mumbled stumbling back a bit, her balance a little off after a few seltzers.

Rafe looked down at the girl not recognizing her as a regular at these parties, “No worries.” He smirked, he definitely would have remembered her.

She looked around not really knowing where she was going, “um do you know where the bathroom is?”

Rafe thought she was extremely cute. She was like a lost puppy and he would do anything to help her find her way, “It’s the last door on the right, have we met before?” He asked knowing they definitely haven’t.

“Probably not, I just moved here a couple weeks ago. I’m y/n.” She smiled as she felt her face heating up. She thought he was extremely handsome, he had a slightly cocky demeanor but she couldn’t lie and say she wasn’t into it. The way he looked at her like she was his prey made her feel something warm in her stomach. In her old town no boy had bothered to give her the time of day so having the attention of someone as handsome as him was overwhelming.

Rafe’s smirk grew, “That makes sense I think I’d remember if we met, I’m Rafe.”

He knew he was a goner when she looked up at him with those big eyes and that smile. Everything about her was captivating to him. He liked looking at her smooth exposed legs in the small skirt she was wearing and her collarbones that were begging to be kissed by him. He also liked the fact that she didn’t know who he was. She had no idea he was a bad person the way everyone said he was.

Ever since that night Rafe and y/n had been practically inseparable. They spent their days together whether it was at the beach while she read her books on the sand in that small bikini while Rafe surfed. Or they’d go to parties together, Rafe’s arm around her the whole night. Not letting her out of his sight and making sure everyone knew she was Rafe’s girl even though they weren’t dating. Rafe hadn’t asked her out yet, he wanted to be better before he made anything official.

Rafe had become better. He wasn’t doing coke anymore and he stopped drinking so much, limiting himself so only a few drinks. He even started doing everything his dad asked him to instead of doing whatever was in his best interest. But Rafe was nowhere near perfect. It’s why he was calling her from the sheriff’s department at midnight. He felt like he had just fucked up all the effort he had made to be better with one stupid night.

He had gone out to a bar with a few friends and he had maybe had a bit too much to drink. Maybe he had a lot to drink and he might of started a fight with some guys. Which resulted in him being taken to the police station to sit in the drunk tank or be picked up by someone. He had one phone call and he couldn’t call his dad, he’d just yell at him and let him stay there over night. His friends weren’t the most reliable people and Sarah wasn’t exactly going to jump at the opportunity to help him. He only knew one person who would help him, but he felt embarrassed by his actions. This isn’t the Rafe he wanted her to know, but he was desperate.

“I’m o-okay. Can you come pick me up?” He hiccuped, “I fucked up y/n. Please can you come.”

She was already steps ahead of him. She had began putting on an oversized sweatshirt and her sneakers. Rafe meant a lot to her, he was one of the only people that actually listened to her. He saw her in ways that no one ever tried to. She would do anything for him. She had heard a few rumors about him but she didn’t pay any attention to them because it seemed like that Rafe was gone. Her Rafe was gentle, kind, smart, and protective.

“Of course Rafe. I’ll be there soon okay?” She said hoping to calm him, she could hear him sniffle lightly.

“I’m so sorry y/n,” He said in an almost whimper.

She shook her head even though he couldn’t see her, “There’s nothing you need to apologize for. I’ll be there soon okay?”

“Okay. Thankyou y/n.”

“Anything for you Rafey.” She smiled just thinking about him. His heart clenched at the nick name, how could she be so perfect. How could she not be angry with him for being so stupid.

When she arrived at the police station she went up to the front desk and nervously looked around. Waiting for someone to come up and help her.

“Hi, what can I do for you?” Shoupe asked as he appeared from around the corner.

“Hi um I’m here to pick up Rafe Cameron,” She said almost uncertain.

He nodded his head, “I’ll go get him, if you can just fill out these papers for me.”

“Mhmm thankyou,” she smiled sweetly.

Shoupe walked back around the corner and down the hall to the holding cell. Rafe sat there his head in his hands.

“Cameron, let’s god.” He started unlocking the door to let the young man out.

Rafe stood up quickly, because she actually came. A part of him worried that you wouldn’t show up. She’d see what a mess he was calling her at midnight and just leave him there. He couldn’t wait to see his girl. Shoupe walked him out to the front and there she stood in his sweatshirt and some sleep shorts. He felt a pang of guilt go through him knowing he disturbed her.

“Rafe,” She said letting out a relieved sigh. He had a cut lip and bruised cheek. His knuckles were cut up and bruised.

He practically ran towards her to hug her. He burried his head in the crook of her neck, taking in the scent of vanilla and shea butter. All of his worries disappeared as he held her.

“I’m so sorry,” he mumbled wishing he could just stay this way forever.

“It’s okay, let’s go home.” She pulled away from him holding his face in her hands to examine him better. Her eyes watered slightly as she took in his hurt perfect face.

They walked to her car in silence, she had a million questions but she waited to ask. Once in her car she looked over at him. He looked so broken, so upset at himself.

“What happened Rafe?” She asked.

He looked over at him with watery eyes, “I-I don’t know. One minute I’m having a drink and then another. Then another and another. Then this guy shoulder checked me on his way to the restroom and I-I just lost it. I don’t know why.” He shook his head thinking about how stupid his reason for starting the fight was.

“Rafe, people make mistakes.”

“I’ve made so many mistakes. I just want to be good. I want to be good enough for you, but I’m so stupid, I’m a loser and an idiot. I-I don’t deserve you.”

She leaned across the console and held his face in her hands rubbing her thumbs gently across his cheek bones, “Don’t say that. Rafe I would come get you from here every day if you needed me to. You can’t be so hard on yourself, it matters to me that you’re trying to be good. You are good. I’ve never once thought that you weren’t.” She cared for him more than he would ever know.

He couldn’t find any words to say because none existed that would describe how much love he had for her. No one believed in him the way that she did. He reached over mimicking her and placing his hands on her cheeks pulling her into him. His lips meeting hers, his lip hurt as he kissed her. Her hands dropped from his face and moved to his shirt, desperate hands gripping at it trying to pull him closer.

Rafe hummed in satisfaction at the feeling of her mouth on his, something he had been dreaming about for months now. The way their lips moved against each other seemed like they had been doing this forever. She let out a small whimper and it made his head spin. His hand ran down her face to hold the side of her neck, finger entangling in her hair. His other hand moved to her waist. He really wished they were in his bed right now so he could really show her how much she means to him. But he wanted to take things slow with her.

They pulled away, foreheads pressed together as they caught their breath. She felt so dizzy, all her senses were overloaded on Rafe Cameron.

“Did you know that you’re perfect?” He said quietly.

She laughed softly, “You’re perfect. Come stay with me tonight.

“Anything you want,” He pecked her lips. For the first time in his whole life he didn’t feel less than.

[animasolaoriginal]

I n f a t u a t e d ♦️ELEVEN

CHAPTER ONE◾TWO◾THREE◾FOUR◾FIVE SIX◾SEVEN◾EIGHT◾NINE◾TEN ELEVEN TWELVE

He asked her to submit and she (more or less) agreed, completely unaware of what really awaits her. Now he just has to help her say goodbye to her old life, in the only way he knows...

ruthless nightclub owner ❌ innocent young woman with a crush

WARNING: NSFW! Explicit sexual content. Age gap. Size difference. Dubcon elements. Dom/sub dynamic. Praise kink. Free use/power play. Vaginal sex. Humiliation/Objectification if you squint. (For more tags, check it on AO3!) // WORDS: 6.5k

A/N: Welcome to SEASON TWO! Here's what happened...

P R E V I O U S L Y

Once there was a girl, 19 years young, cute and innocent, but mature enough to have one wish: to hook up with a man she'd seen only from afar. His confident and dominant aura had mesmerized her as she'd first laid eyes on him through the crowd on the dance floor of his club, how he'd lounged at the bar, eyes scanning the people dancing and drinking, and one day, their gazes had met.

But he had just watched, and it was her who approached him first. So you could say, whatever happened next might have been her fault. Her own naive little dream come true, though in her innocence she had not been prepared for what he had planned for her. What he saw in her. She'd wanted a hook-up, maybe something to dream about when the loneliness of her life came crashing down on her again, a fond memory, but it wasn't just a hook-up for him. It was more, so much more.

Because she was perfect.

The perfect submissive. Someone he could lead through life, take by the hand, take over the back of the couch, take to heights she had never even dreamed about. And oh how he showed her...

She woke up in his bedroom after he'd taken her away, coerced by a little drink, a little help, erasing that particularly memory of how she got there forever. It didn't matter. She was with him now. And she was meant to stay, even if she didn't know that yet. He was a goner as soon as she asked him to take her virginity. What an opportunity. Taking all her firsts. Served on a silver platter, just for him.

In her innocence, she expected him to be gentle and stick to his words, make her a real woman, because that was what happened when your virginity was taken, right? Oh how naive she'd been. Of course he took it, but before that he made her choke on his cock, taught her how to suck him off properly, made her more familiar with the very thing that would assault all her holes eventually.

And he didn't stop there. Butt plugs, dildos, vibrating eggs, he tested it all on her, and strangely enough, she let him. Was it submission, fear or curiosity? Who knows. There were moments where she did protest, showed a little bit of defiance, questioned him, but it only ended in him forcing his cock up her ass. A punishment she soon learned could also be a reward. It was all confusing to her, but she always came back to the same conclusion: she made this happen, she came to him, she asked him to pound the virgin right out of her, so to speak (not that she would ever use those exact words).

And he did, pounded, rammed, hammered, pistoned, slammed, stabbed, deep and hard and fast, until her head would shut down and a blissful emptiness took over. And it was that feeling that made her stay, not that she even tried to get away. Why would she? He was handsome, rich, experienced, the perfect match, right?

And despite all the vile things he did to her, she was yearning for the moments afterwards, the gentle touches, the strong grip of his arms, the pain-easing embraces. And the praises. The good girls and well dones, the proud smiles on his lips, the approving nods. She came to a point where she'd let him do anything just to be called a good girl. It was as disturbing as it was easy. It would excuse everything.

The fucking her in her sleep, the bullying of bruises he'd pummeled into her before, over and over again, in every position imaginable, at least for her, because he clearly had more ideas in mind, wherever and whenever he wanted, he would take her. He'd let her cockwarm him while he would work in his office, and she'd sit on her knees between his legs for hours, suckling on his cock, delving into the head-empty-state with pleasure. She'd be confused when he'd reward her with a deep anal pounding afterwards, but she'd take it nonetheless.

It was her purpose. She was his to use. A body with holes to fill. A toy to play with. A doll to move about as he saw fit. And she grew into her role, more with every passing hour. And those 48 hours, that single weekend, was packed with new experiences, new sensations, as he explored her durability, what she was capable of, how much she could endure. And she surprised him. She'd be sore, of course, but she wouldn't whine, not too much anyway, and he could just continue.

A perfect match.

And it led him to make a decision he would not regret: to keep her. To make her his completely. And so, on a dreary Monday morning, he took her back, to her old life, causing her to think he would really get rid of her after all, but then everything would change. He told her of his plan to keep her, told her that he'd terminated her apartment lease, resigned her from her badly-paying job. And he even asked her, despite doing all this behind her back, asked her to submit.

And in the end, she couldn't make that decision, she needed him to make it for her. She asked him to give her an order, and of course he did, and she did as he told her: she submitted, gave her life into his hands. Became his.

But that's not where the story ends. There is more on the horizon for the two strangers that met each other on a whim, whose lives entwined by chance. Who found each other compatible on multiple levels. When bodies and souls merge, stronger feelings arise. And a little infatuation can turn into something else. Maybe it's love, or maybe it's a deep, dark obsession...

TEN 🟥 ELEVEN 🟥 TWELVE

He is honestly very surprised how well she took it. No apartment. No job. Dependent on him and him alone. Her old life taken from her just like that. And she wants it. There's no denying the look in her eyes as she knelt in front of him, asking him to give her an order. So submissive, so innocent in her own needs. Almost a little too easy, but still perfect.

He leads her into her bedroom, frowning at the décor. A small bed covered in colorful quilts and blankets and pillows in every shape imaginable. There's even a stuffed animal on it. A tattered looking wolf. He raises his eyebrow at the sight, a smirk dancing on his lips. As if this was meant to be. The image of a little girl cuddling the wolf to her chest, seeking comfort in the presence of a predator, makes his stomach tense up. He knows he'll be that wolf for her, giving her comfort as well as the unpredictability of a monster led by its natural urges to dominate.

She moves timidly through her (former) own space, shoulders sagged a little as her eyes move over various surfaces. He leans against the door frame, watching her, before his gaze wanders over the fairy lights on the wall and the bright curtains and the random assortment of trinkets on a dresser ranging from snow globes to plastic figurines to other dust collecting clutter. There are pictures above her bed, polaroids, mostly of landscape or architecture, not many people.

Walking towards a small bookcase in the corner, she runs her fingers over the spines of old looking books, but in the end moves away again and opens the door to her closet. A tiny space, filled with colorful clothes. There she bends down and picks up a backpack before she starts stuffing it with randomly picked things. He's not sure if he'll let her wear her old clothing, but he's asked her to pack stuff she may need, and maybe those old rags give her comfort, remind her of something. He allows it, for now.

She flinches when he steps behind her, his hand moving through the sparsely filled space, running over the soft fabrics hanging from the rail. He picks up a pastel pink colored dress, with little white flowers adorning the skirt portion, a thin belt cinching it up in the waist, a high rounded neckline keeping it very modest.

“Wear this,” he tells her quietly, and she looks up at him, biting her lip, but ultimately nods.

She hesitates then, unsure if he wants her to strip right away, so he takes that decision from her by putting his hands on her shoulders, slowly guiding her towards the bed. He puts the dress over the back of a chair next to the small desk, his eyes curtly grazing over the cluttered space filled with notepads and pencils and a box filled with tiny beads. He couldn't even name all the hobbies she's assembled on the tiny surface. But it tells him she is in dire need of having the clutter in her life (that's also in her head) re-organized, stripped down to the bare minimum, taken completely.

“Bend over the foot of the bed,” he says nonchalantly. Her breathing gets a little harder as she approaches her small bed, slowly leaning over the wooden frame, the boards creaking when she puts her weight on them. She folds her body over until her chest is pressed into the soft covers, elbows digging into the colorful quilt, hands clutching at the fabric, head turned to watch him out of the corner of her eye, ass raised, legs shaking slightly.

He steps behind her, gently pushing up her skirt, hands gliding over her curves, making her skin pebble beneath his touch. His fingers hook into the waistband of her panties, slowly drag them down until they pool around her ankles where he leaves them, keeping her from spreading her legs too much. He presses a few kisses up the backs of her thighs, hands sliding up and down her legs before he straightens up fully again, one hand on her lower back, the other unbuckling his belt.

His cock is already hard when it springs free from its confines, and he grabs it, gives it a few hard pumps, watching the girl in front of him as she shivers, forcing herself to remain calm while she waits for him to use her. A quick swipe through her folds tells him she's ready, or at least getting ready. Coating himself with her wetness, smirking at the way her back twitches when he drags his cock along her slit, he doesn't wait any longer.

Pushing into her with small rolls of his hips, he digs his fingers into the fabric of her bunched-up skirt, holding her in place when she starts squirming against him. Inch by inch he sinks deeper, forcing through the resistance, ignoring her tiny wails, while his heart is beating harder in his chest, his stomach already tense, the sight of her in her childish bed making him feel like an even bigger monster.

A growl escapes him, and he pulls her hips against him as he sinks the rest of his cock into her tight warmth with a harsh snap of his pelvis. She whimpers, burying her face in the blankets, thighs twitching. His hands move up her curved back, fingers curling around her shoulders, gripping her, anchoring her as he starts drawing back slowly only to push in with a force that makes her squeal. He's going deep, slow and steady, repeating the same motion over and over again, precise thrusts of his hips against her cushioned rear.

She cries out every time he slams into her cervix, body arching, hands white-knuckling the sheets, her legs kicking helplessly. Her walls clench around him, either fighting the intruder or sucking him in deeper. The same struggle is in the girl before him as she bucks her hips back, straining her shoulders under his tight grip, squirming or moving along with him. He can't tell. He doesn't care either way. He only picks up the pace.

Her legs slam rhythmically into the wooden boards of the bed, strangled noises escaping her, every plunge accompanied by the soundscape of skin slapping against skin and that traitorous squelching of her wet cunt getting to terms with his intrusion. Her whines turn into moans while he keeps pounding into her harder and faster, in and out, back and forth, until his own breathing gets rougher.

He takes one hand from her shoulders and slips it beneath her, fingers brushing over her fluttering stomach until they find her throbbing clit. She squeaks when he touches it, arching her back, body contorting as more uncontrollable spasms crash through her. She comes with a wail, pussy clamping around him hard enough for him to fight the onslaught of sensations, the need to come as well, but he keeps rubbing her nub while holding his steady rhythm of hammering into her, letting her ride that high for as long as possible.

His grunts fill the small space, her mewls are muffled, hands clutching at the blankets, head thrashing. Leaving her clit to press his hand to her belly, he moves his other hand around her neck and grips her throat, making her cry out as he lifts her up and against him, holding her tightly as he continues to ram into her, his stomach tight, his balls ready to burst. Limp fingers try to grip at his wrist as he squeezes her, her noises turning into soundless, breathless gasps as she struggles in his hold.

He wraps his other arm around her middle, lifting her up a little more, his cock pistoning in and out rapidly. The slapping sounds add to the squeaking of the bed, a cacophony of noises that drive him mad with need. Growling into her ear, he moves his hand back down between her legs, rubbing hard at that sensitive bundle of nerves, making her writhe and twitch, pathetic little gasps falling from her parted lips.

“Come for me,” he grunts, head spinning, heart racing, the tension building up into an ache he can't get enough of. “Come on my cock!”

She's shuddering, head thrashing into his shoulder, eyes rolling back, mouth wide open as she succumbs to the sensations. He feels her cunt clamping down on him as her orgasmic contractions crash through her tiny frame once more. He eases the grip on her throat, wraps his arm around her chest instead. Her soft little whimpers, that constant string of high-pitched little “Ah!”s, cloud up his mind, drive him right over the edge.

He groans and grunts and growls before he gives her that final hard thrust, burying himself as deep as possible inside her tight warmth, while the tension explodes within him, balls pumping, stomach tensing, as he empties himself inside her, painting her walls with his hot seed. She's limp in his embrace, hard breaths mixed with small whines, arms and legs boneless. He savors her warmth, that wetness coating his skin, the little shudders making his cock twitch as her tight cunt keeps milking him for all he's worth.

Slowly he lets go of her, drapes her back over the foot of the bed, carefully pulls out of her before he watches his spend dripping from her clenching hole. Then he bends down and pulls up her panties, trapping his cum, feeling it gathering in the fabric, warm and wet as he cups her mound. After putting himself away again, not even caring about their combined juices seeping into his underwear, he flips her skirt back down, makes her stand, then turns her and leans her against the wall, his hands cupping her face as he takes her in.

“You look so beautiful when you're all fucked out and boneless, you know that?” he whispers with a dark smirk, leaning closer to brush his nose against hers. She looks at him out of hooded eyes, cheeks flushed, lips still parted and trembling, a little bit of drool gathering in the corner. “Head empty, hm?”

She nods into his hands, her lips twitching into a shy smile. He closes the distance and captures them for a soft kiss, holding her against him until he feels her small hands fisting at the back of his jacket. He picks her up easily, still glued to her mouth, tongue lazily sliding against hers, as he carries her to the side of the bed and sits down, arranging her on his lap with his arms wrapping around her tightly.

Leaning into him, she moves her mouth against his, slowly gaining in confidence, her fingers sliding up his back, gripping at his shoulders, teasing at his nape. Her warm crotch presses into his leg, and he is tempted to give her another load, but then refrains, inhaling deeply, turning his head slightly. Her lips slip along his jaw and down his neck before she rests her cheek on his shoulder, breathing hard.

“Thank you,” she whispers barely audible, and he rubs her side in response, pressing his lips to the top of her head.

They sit like that for another moment, and he has to admit, it's growing on him to just have her in his arms, holding her, feeling her small body move against him when she breathes deeply, her warmth is a comfort he didn't know he needed. But the beast inside him isn't entirely convinced yet. She may be pliant now, but he's seen the defiance in her eyes. He shouldn't go easy on her too soon.

Exhaling loudly, he grabs her shoulders, startling her out of her stupor when he puts her on her feet, her legs still trembling as she stares at him with wide eyes. He tilts his head towards the desk chair, waiting for her to follow the motion. Her head turns slowly, a tiny nod jerking her chin as she sees the sundress he wants her to wear.

“Strip,” he tells her, leaning back on the bed on one arm, the other hand resting heavy on his thigh as he watches her intently.

She licks her lips, swallows, her chest rising when she inhales deeply, then she moves her hands back and fidgets with the zipper of her skirt. Her eyes wander over his face, too timid to hold his gaze properly, her cheeks splotched in many different shades of red. Putting her hands on her waist, she shimmies the skirt down her hips, bends lower, back stiff and quite uncoordinated, trying to keep looking at him before she tilts her head and steps out of it a little clumsily, swaying dangerously.

His hand shoots out to steady her, and she flinches, looking at him before biting her lip. He can't help the amused twitch of his lips. She blushes even more, quickly straightening up again while he retrieves his hand. Taking a shuddering breath, she crosses her arms and grabs the lower hem of her shirt, slowly pulling it up and over her head before letting it fall to the skirt lying next to her feet.

Now she's standing in front of him in her soiled panties and her worn down sneakers, slim arms and legs, tiny tits, a narrow waist with the hint of a curve to her hips, not typically a tremendously sexy sight for him, but she's trying, he knows it, trying to impress him. He keeps watching her, not issuing any noise of either judgment or confirmation. She's hesitant when she turns to the dress on the chair, her chest moving, her small breasts shivering, nipples hardening the longer they're exposed to the stale air of the room.

As soon as her hand closes around the rose colored fabric, he stands up, startling her when he steps behind her, towering over her. Taking the dress from her, he nudges her to turn around, and when she looks up at him, chewing on her already swollen lips, he tilts his head. “Arms up,” he says quietly, and she does as she is told. He slips the dress over her head and flattens it along her body, then pulls her hair free before his hands rest on her shoulders.

Cute. Is one word that comes to mind. Beautiful another. He raises a hand and tucks a strand of silky hair behind her ear, watching the blush spreading down her neck to her exposed arms. The sleeves fray out a little over her deltoid, accentuating her slim shoulders. He runs his hand down along her arm, hooking it around her elbow, pulling her closer to him.

Her big eyes look up at him, and he watches her, fighting the urges crawling back to the surface (and the blood back into his cock). Exhaling loudly, his breath making loose hairs around her face fly, he clenches his jaw and lets go of her, steps back. “Alright, finish packing. I'll wait out there,” he says and turns around, leaving the tiny space that is her childish little bedroom. Before he leaves, his eyes fall onto the wolf plushie.

Shaking his head with a dark smirk, he keeps walking and settles on the couch in her living room slash kitchen, listening to her rummaging through her drawers and dressers while scrolling through his emails on his phone.

Her shuffling footsteps make him look up. She's holding the straps of the backpack that seems to burst at the seams with how full she's packed it. Her eyes are lowered, a nervous twitch to her lips before she starts chewing on the bottom one. “I'm done,” she whispers.

He stands up and walks towards her, grabbing the backpack from her small hand before flinging it over his shoulder. “And this is all?”

“It's all that fit,” she admits, still biting her lip. He moves his free hand to her face, rubbing his thumb over her lip and pulling it from between her teeth with a firm press. She looks up at him, her eyes a little watery.

“Don't worry, sweetheart. My people will grab the rest. I won't dispose of anything,” he tells her quietly. “Well, except for that couch, which is just awful.” The comment makes her lips quirk up, and he smiles at her in return.

“Thank you,” she whispers, genuine gratitude swimming in her big eyes. He caresses her cheek, holding her face, before leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead.

It's almost too easy how this all worked out. She is so submissive, eager to please, eager to follow him wherever he drags her. He just ripped her from her old life, abducted, used, forced into her new reality, and she still thanks him for it. What a beautiful little creature. Simply perfect.

He shifts the strap of the backpack on his shoulder and grabs her face with both hands, bending over her as he tilts her chin up. For a moment he just looks at her, takes her in, every inch of her soft face, noticing the twinkle in her eyes, the blush on her cheeks, the warmth under his palms, the slight tremble to her lips.

Inhaling deeply, he closes his eyes and leans his forehead against hers. “I wish I could pay this place the proper respect by bending you over every surface there is, oh trust me, I'd imagined it while I was waiting, throwing you on that awful couch, splaying you out on the counter, I'd even take you on that horrendous rug down there, but I'm afraid we don't have time...” he closes with a sigh.

She shivers, her breath hitching, and when he looks at her, leaning back a little, her face is fully flushed and her lips parted. He smirks at her.

“Did you think about it too?” he whispers, his breath fanning over her face. “Never had a boy over, right?” She nods into his hands, averting her eyes. “So all these surfaces have never been used like that?” He sighs again. “So tempting,” he whispers, licking his lips.

He lowers his hands and lets them rest on her shoulders as he straightens up and looks around the small space, his mind reeling with images of them doing it wherever his eyes land. Sure, there's not a lot of options, the place is tiny and so are the surfaces, but he would have made it work. He'd even fuck her in that minuscule shower. There's a certain thrill to shoving his big body into tiny spaces, his cock certainly can relate – and it twitches dangerously as he remembers the tight grip of her beautifully small cunt.

Taking a deep breath, he shakes his head trying to rid himself of those tempting fantasies. They'll have time to fuck elsewhere later. Maybe he shouldn't prolong the moment of letting her say goodbye to her own little space too much. He looks back down at her, catching her watching him intently. It's rare to see her so curious, so eager in her own little wishes, and the way she looks at him, he can tell she's having the same thoughts he had.

A smirk plays around the corner of his lips, and he notices a deeper blush forcing itself onto her cheeks. “We should go,” he says then, tilting his head. “Are you ready?”

Her eyes move down, all eagerness and curiosity gone, as she nods timidly. His hand is back on her chin, pushing it up gently. “Last chance to tell me to fuck off,” he teases with a grin, challenging her. She looks up with a bit of shock in her big eyes.

“I... I would never do that,” she murmurs softly, blinking before looking away again. “I... I want this,” she then adds, and he watches her inhale deeply, squaring her shoulders. “I... I want to be... with you...” Her voice is that soft hum in the stale air around them, and it softens his heart – but thickens his cock.

He caresses her bottom lip, gently slipping his thumb into her mouth when she looks up at him. “My good girl,” he whispers fondly as he watches her close her lips around his digit, giving the slightest of sucks. Her eyes seem to glaze over, pupils dilating, and he just knows her mind is emptying as she focuses on him.

She needs this, needs him, and it's the best fucking feeling, he couldn't have asked for anything more (not that he would have actually asked because he doesn't ask for anything, but you get the picture). Her obedience, submission, her trust, it all gathers in his stomach, a pleasant heat that he can't get enough of.

God, he wants to fuck that cute little face so bad! He pulls his hand back with a groan, fighting the urges that make his fingers twitch before he curls them around her slim shoulder. His grip is tighter than intended, and she flinches slightly, a small gasp falling over her parted lips. “The power you have over me,” he says under his breath, clenching his jaw.

His eyes meet hers, and she seems confused, and she should be. Never before had a woman been able to get this deep under his skin. All his life, he had been the dominant one, using women for what they are: holes to fill, bodies to satisfy his urges with. Nothing more. He's kept the occasional submissive, or rather, slave, plaything, toy, but he had been growing bored with them so fast, it had been a little concerning.

But this girl, despite only knowing and having her for a weekend and a few hours, this tiny innocent girl seems to hit all the spots that make him absolutely crazy about her. He's never been this sure about anything in his life, and he's taken numerous risks before. He wouldn't be who he is now if there weren't risks involved, both in life and in business, and even though it seems to be a major risk to bind her to himself after only this short amount of time, he feels more than confident about it.

Because she is perfect. And she wants this.

Having her around 24/7 will be a new adventure, and he's looking forward to it. Oh he's already imagining it. Her little frame, preferably naked, possibly kneeling somewhere, waiting for him, ready to be used, and he only has to approach her to get her to service him... whenever he wants. The thought makes his cock strain against the confines of his pants.

To rid himself of the temptations, he steps back, grabs her hand and turns around, pulling her after him. He feels her stumbling slightly, surprised by the sudden movement, but she follows nonetheless. When they reach the door, he catches her looking back towards her old bedroom, it's only a few seconds, before she looks back at him, and he squeezes her hand and gives her a small smile that makes her blush instantly.

He meets one of his men in the hallway outside her apartment, and while she stares at the other man in slight shock, he only exchanges a nod with him and watches how the broad guy enters the tiny space. As they descend the many stairs, more of his people enter the apartment building, ready to rid it of any evidence of the girl he's dragging after him.

She seems a little hesitant, and he can't blame her, having strange men rummage through the stuff she used to call her own is not easy. But she shouldn't worry, he's planned this out better than he's planning most of his business deals. She'll be in for a surprise.

They reach his car, and there are two moving trucks parked on the small street. Her grip on his hand is tight as her eyes follow the line of workers vanishing into the building. He pulls her to the trunk, opens it with his free hand and puts her backpack into it. A strange sight, a battered old backpack, stuffed to the brim, in the spotless little space in the back of his car. But it isn't the most unusual sight it has seen.

For a moment he remembers stuffing other things, girls like her, into it, blindfolded, gagged, tied up to fit, scared out of their little minds, and he's glad it had been a different story with her. She came to him. She wanted this. And it's only fair to give her the best treatment he can think of, the best in his mind anyway. No matter the grip she has on him, this is still all about his pleasure, and luckily she knows it by now.

When he closes the lid of the trunk with a thud, she flinches, then meets his eyes. He cups her face with one hand, caressing her lips with his thumb, his eyes roaming over her soft features. She melts under his touch, a shy smile grazing her mouth, eyes warm and pliant, pupils dilating despite the bright light around them. He gives her a wink and watches the blush creep up her cheeks.

After he put her into the passenger seat and buckled her in (which she doesn't seem to get used to, as she watched him with wide eyes and trembling lips while he leaned over her), he slips behind the wheel, puts on his own seat belt and starts the engine with a roar that echoes through the quiet street.

She settles into the seat, small hands clasped together on her lap, that pastel pink dress he chose a stark contrast to the dark interior of his car. Once he pulls into the rows of traffic, his hand finds her thigh, and she stiffens before she relaxes as his long fingers curl around her soft leg, slipping between them, feeling her warmth. Imagining the stain his cum had left on the fabric of her panties.

He keeps having these images flicker through his mind, and the longer he drives through the crowded city, the harder he gets from just thinking about whatever he could do to his new plaything, the willing girl next to him. The possibilities are endless. As they stop in front of a red light, he slips his hand deeper between her thighs, fingers pushing firmly against her sex, and she squirms, but ultimately opens her legs a little, allowing him to tease the damp fabric of her underwear.

Pressing down hard, he quickly finds her clit, and she gasps, her legs twitch and threaten to clamp down around his hand, but he feels the effort she's putting into keeping them open. He looks at her, that little thing on his passenger seat, so small, flushed and aroused, red splotches dancing on her cheeks while her eyes are hooded as she worries her lip between her teeth. He keeps circling that sensitive bud that throbs under his touch, until he has to take his hand away to shift gears as the traffic light changes to green.

Her sigh mirrors his. He chuckles softly, while she looks away, her face even redder now. They keep driving in silence until he pulls into a parking garage below one of the stores he wanted to take her to. It's very quiet when he cuts the engine and turns to her. She is still chewing on her lip, and he reaches out to stop her as he notices how swollen they already are.

She looks at him, and her mouth opens slightly, an instinct as his thumb moves closer, but he pulls it away before she can suck on it again. So predictable, his little kitten. He smirks at her, admiring the small pout that crosses her features. Forcing himself to look away, he gets out of the car and walks around the hood to her side, opens the door and leans over her to unbuckle her seat belt. She hasn't even tried to do it herself, she's learning already.

When his face is in line with hers, he grabs her chin and presses his lips to hers for a quick kiss, holding her gaze. “You'll be a good girl for me, right?” he whispers, hovering close to her, waiting for her to react. She nods. “You'll do whatever I tell you?”

“Yes, sir,” she breathes against his lips, and he gives her another kiss in response. Leaning back with a smile, he then extends his hand. She grabs it instantly and lets him pull her out of the car. She's so tiny against him, it melts his heart, which in turn sends a strange heat lower down his body.

Squeezing her hand, he pulls her away with another sigh of frustration. As much as he wants to press her against his car and fuck her raw in this very parking garage, he knows he shouldn't and he won't. This fucking restraint. Instead he drags her towards the elevator and punches the button a little too hard while simultaneously trying not to break the girl's hand with how tight he's holding it.

She doesn't protest, though, just follows him, her old sneakers squeaking on the polished floor. He fights another image of railing her in the elevator, right under the surveillance camera, their reflections all around them, her face contorted in pleasure as he bounces her up and down on his thick cock while the small cubicle pushes its way up the building. A stifled groan slips from his throat as he closes his eyes to force the thought away, and it's the little squeeze of her hand that grounds him again. Inhaling deeply, he opens his eyes and looks down at her.

Seeing her soft expression, full of equal parts curiosity and anxiety, he just shoots her a strained smile and pulls her against his side, savoring her warmth, the little flutter of her breath as she leans into him. They stand in comfortable silence until the doors slide open with a ding, and he grabs her hand again and pulls her along gently, keeping her next to him until they reach an unassuming door.

He never walks into shops through the front door if he can help it, it's become a good habit, a necessary need sometimes. Rapping his knuckles gently against the slick surface, he waits, and only a few moments later, the door opens, and they are greeted by a smiling older woman with big hair and too much perfume. He nods at her and she bows her head as she welcomes them into the backroom of her store.

The girl pushes against him instinctively, timid and confused, searching his body heat, the safety of his hold, and he grants it to her, putting one arm around her slim shoulders as he guides her through the narrow hallways until they enter a carpeted room lined with mirrors and a shelf full of tailor equipment.

“What an adorable little thing,” the woman drawls in obviously fake enthusiasm as she closes the door behind them, shutting out the muffled chatter from the front of the shop where other clients rummage through the various clothing racks. “So how did you like the clothes I sent you? Was everything alright with them?”

He looks down at the girl who meets his gaze, a little frown between her brows. “They were perfect, but I'd like you to measure her properly. You got the list I made?”

“Of course, sir,” the seamstress replies in her borderline annoying sing-sang voice. If it wouldn't be for her discretion and their long history together, he couldn't stand spending another minute with her. “I'm glad you brought her, it's always easier to find the right things if I can get my hands on the object wearing them.”

Object. While he chuckles at the word, he sees the girl in his arm frowning deeply. But that's what she is, that's what they all were. Objects, toys, dolls he could dress and undress and do whatever he wanted to. He leads her to the little platform in the middle of the room, and she hesitates as she steps on it, her eyes widening slightly.

“Take off your dress, baby,” he tells her, cocking his head to the side. While she stares at him, his insides tense. The first real test. Will she obey without fussing? It's important to him to know that she will do what he tells her, especially in front of strangers. His hands slip along her arms, palms pressing into her skin, a demanding grip, as he stares down at her, eyes narrowed, and she takes a shuddering breath and nods, slowly reaching for the hem of the dress. He relaxes and lets go of her. “Good girl.”

He watches her as she slowly pulls the dress over her head, hands shaking, body stiff, breathing heavily, but she's focusing on him, trying to ignore the woman waiting behind them. He takes the dress from her and hands it back to the seamstress without looking at her, his eyes focused only on the naked torso in front of him. She's trying to cover herself, her arms squishing her small breasts together as her hands rest in front of her soiled panties, her thighs clamped together tightly, and there's panic in her eyes.

He's almost forgotten about his cum in her underwear, and a sigh escapes him. It doesn't matter to him, and certainly not to the woman waiting to do her job, but he feels the girl's discomfort, wants to tell her that he dragged girls in here in far worse conditions, but ultimately he just steps closer and grabs her hands, holds her wrists, looks at her intently. “It's okay, keep them on,” he says quietly. “No need to be ashamed.”

She swallows visibly and nods, biting her lip. He tilts his head, gaze fixed on her mouth, and she stops the nervous motion, moves her tongue between her lips before pressing them into a thin line. He lets go of her and nods in return, ignoring the curious gaze from the other woman as she steps around them, a flexible measuring tape in her hands. She must think he's lost it now, with how soft and gentle he treats the girl in front of him.

He's never been like this, so considerate, comforting, patient. He usually brought his toys here to be left with the tailor, not caring about their discomfort. They usually barely noticed where they were anyway, he'd make sure of it, so bringing her here, as pure as she is, so willing and eager, mind open enough to follow his commands without having been coerced (by drugs at least), it's a first for all parties involved.

Stepping away, he holds her gaze until he leans against the wall, crossing his arms in front of his chest, watching her as she comes to terms with her surroundings, or the woman starting to take her measurements. She's thorough and rough, grabs the girl's arms and lifts them as if she were indeed just a doll – that is until she flinches away and winces when the woman forces her legs apart, and he sees the restraint in the seamstress' motions, she's about to slap the poor girl for disobedience, but instead she turns to him.

“Tell her to stay still.”

He shoots the woman a dark glance, and she bows her head, but holds his gaze, determined to continue her job, no matter whose money is paying her to do so.

With a sigh, he looks at the girl behind her who freezes when she meets his eyes. He doesn't have to say anything, she issues a tiny nod and lowers her head, standing stock-still on the podium, letting the woman grab her limbs to measure them. Her face, however, is bright red, and she even clenches her hands into fists, fighting the urge to flinch time and time again, especially when the tailor slips the measuring tape around her thighs, dangerously close to where he can see the little wet stain in her panties.

He watches her, thinking back to the list he made. He isn't just ordering underwear for her, also dresses, cute and more elegant ones, but most importantly things the store doesn't sell in their front window display. Closing his eyes for a moment, he can already imagine her in the lacy sets, her small body covered in the intricate straps of the garter belts holding those soft stockings that will hug her legs, and that he can't wait to peel off her.

And then there are the harnesses, the cuffs, the belts, all kinds of restraints he wants to put on her to rid her of her last ounce of self-control. He wants her to lose it all, lose herself for him, give herself up to him and him alone. She'll love it, he's sure, eventually.

A sudden slapping sound breaks him from his daydreams of tying her to the bed, and his eyes fly open. The girl lets out a whimper, slouching her shoulders, while the woman stands in front of her with the measuring tape wrapped around her small bust, the rigid tape pressing hard into her nipples. There's a barely there red spot on the girl's cheek. He pushes off the wall and walks closer.

“Everything okay?” he asks, his voice low and with a dangerous edge to it. The seamstress stiffens.

“She kept moving about,” she explains, quickly finishing the measurement of the girl's chest to step away from him. “How am I supposed to get her exact measurements if she fights this so much?”

“She's not yours to slap,” he says darkly, his eyes moving along the naked body in front of him. The girl's chest rises and falls quicker, her head bowed, but her hands relax slightly.

“Yes, sir,” the woman replies quietly as she returns to wrap the tape around the girl's slim waist from behind her, her motions much more careful now. “I apologize...”

He hums in response, extending a hand to touch the blemished cheek. She meets his gaze, eyes big and full of concern, but they soften when he caresses her softly. “Keep still,” he reminds her quietly, and she nods into his hand. Pressing his thumb to her lips, she parts them, but he only smirks at her and gives her a wink as he pulls his hand away again, his cock stirring at the sight of her little pout.

Returning to lean against the wall, he keeps watching the scene, slowly slipping back into his fantasies, smiling to himself as he thinks about the girl clad in white lace, or black, or that soft pink that will fit her as well, and how he will then remove that fancy lingerie he's paying way too much for. He could strip her gently, let her wear a certain set again, or he could rip it off, cut it off, tear it away until she's bare in front of him. That'll depend on his mood.

TEN 🟥 ELEVEN 🟥 TWELVE

End notes: Welcome back to SEASON TWO of INFATUATED!

I wrote the following ten chapters down in about a week (like I did the first ten, actually), it'll get quite intense, but there will be more backstory as well, as hinted in this chapter already. Things will thicken, the plot included. I hope you are ready!

Thank you for coming back to read this depraved piece of fiction.

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series :: eunmin in busan 2023 💌

pairing :: eden x seokmin

word count :: 5.3k

synopsis :: is there a limit to how many times two can have sex on three day trip?

time :: february 17, 2023

warnings :: 🔞 SMUT! 🔞 MINORS DNI

a/n :: the epic conclusion to the 2023 busan trip </3 until 2024 c; also this is the filthiest eunmin piece to date can i get a hello

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Her body had woken itself up all on its own, eyes opening and squinting while looking around the room. It was still dark from what she could see outside the windows. She rolled over, reaching for her phone on the nightstand and seeing it was almost 3 a.m. She set it back down, lying flat on her back as she rubbed her eyes with her fingers. When she stretched her arm over to feel his side of the bed, it was empty. She sat up to see the bathroom door closed with the light emitting from under the frame.

As if on cue, Seokmin opened the door before shutting the light off. He didn’t look as tired as she expected him to be. He must have been awake for a while. He jumped a bit when he noticed her staring back at him. She smirked at the contrast between his mannerisms and the way he was dressed. No shirt and The Shorts. She was a goner.

Her hair was disheveled, making him laugh softly. He launched himself onto the bed, scooting closer to her as he leaned on his arm. “What are you doing awake?”

“I could ask you the same thing.” She laid back down, pulling the blankets back up and folding her hands over her stomach. “I guess my body has its own alarm clock.”

“I couldn’t sleep so I cleaned up a bit and packed.” He rested his hand on her wrist, snuggling in closer to her warmth. He sighed, brushing his fingers against her skin in smooth circles. “I don’t wanna go home.”

She frowned, sighing because she felt the exact same way he did. This is the longest they’ve spent with each other in a while thanks to their busy schedules. “I want to stay here for at least another week.”

His smile had a sort of sadness to it. His head dipped between her neck, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. They lay in their comfortable silence for a few more minutes. Eden raked her fingers through his hair, shaping it to her liking and then smoothing it down to do it all over again.

After a few, she leaned in closer to him, whispering in his ear. “Would it be completely deranged of me to say that I want you again?”

He lifts his head from her neck, looking up at her to see the lust on her face. She can’t tell whether his expression is what it is because he’s flustered or that he’s thinking the same thing. He looked excited and hopeful.

“Why?” He brings his hand to her cheek, his thumb running over her bottom lip. “Were you having naughty dreams about me?”

“Maybe.” She leans in closer, eyes drifting down to his lips but not going for the kill. “Please, I wasn’t asleep long enough to dream. If I was dreaming, it’s been too long to recall any of it.”

“Then should we try to refresh your memory?” He kisses her softly. She breathes quietly against his lips, his teeth grazing her tongue as his hand takes hers out of his hair and intertwines their fingers together.

He let go while his kisses remained, using his hands to push himself up to hover over her. She reaches up to hold his face in her hands as their lips move against one another. Both of their need grows with every stroke of their mouths.

He kisses her one more time before breaking away, panting and pressing his forehead to hers to catch his breath. He shifts his weight to one arm, using his other to push her hair away from her neck. He leaves kisses on her cheeks that lead to her ear, licking his lips swiftly before gently sucking on the spot where her hair meets her neck.

She moans, arching her back and feeling her chest pressed to his. He doesn’t suck as hard as she did just merely a few hours ago. Not enough to leave a mark. “Smell so good.” He praises her before his cold hands travel up her arm and to the top of her shoulder.

She throws her head back further, giving him more access to her neck to do as he pleases. He feels her gulp before letting out a whine, the sound going straight to his cock as he ushers in discomfort. He pushed himself backward with his arms, lifting both of her legs so he could kneel between her thighs. 

He runs his hand up her leg before stopping at her hip, pressing into her soft skin, and walking himself back up her body with his palms. He kisses her lips, feeling her tongue against his as he groans. She places her hands on his shoulders, watching as he moves lower to kiss all over her chest. 

She was exactly as they left things hours prior. Still in her lingerie top that he admired earlier. Other than her bra, she was completely naked. It always saddened her when he was quick to put his clothes back on whenever they had sex. Sometimes she just loved their skin-to-skin contact.

He squeezed one of her breasts between his hands, the clothing blocking him from touching her bare skin. “E.”

She looked down into his eyes, her eyebrows contorting into a frown. “What’s wrong?”

“You know you’re the prettiest thing to ever walk this Earth, right baby?” He looks up from her cleavage, his chin resting between her breasts. “You look so… beautiful…” He kisses her breasts between words. Her left and then her right much harder than before. “My pretty girl.” His kisses lead up to her lips. “But I need this off right now. Can I?”

She laughs, covering her red cheeks with her hands. “Go ahead, Minee.” Before she has enough time to arch her back off the bed, his hand is already sneaking behind her and unclasping her bra. He sits back on his knees, gently pulling the straps down her arms and tossing the garment behind him.

He takes her right nipple into his mouth, squeezing her side with his hand as his tongue swirls around the bud. She twirls strands of his hair around her fingers, trying to make up for everything he’s done for her. She can already feel the slickness pooling between her legs with the addition of his warm mouth on hers.

He kisses a path back up to her lips, smiling when they are face to face again. Seokmin cups her cheek as their tongues gently move with each other while his other hand rests against her pillow, keeping the top of her head safe.

He pulls away, looking into her eyes and she can only see darkness filling his. He uses one of his knees to part her thighs, whispering against her ear. “Open.”

She furrows her eyebrows, confusion etched into the features of her face but she complies. She opens her mouth, searching his face for any indication of what he has planned. She was unprepared for him sticking two fingers in her mouth. He raised his eyebrows and she took that as a sign to wrap her lips around him. Once he pulled them out, their eye contact continued while he slipped his hand between her legs, applying her saliva to her already wet pussy.

The flames keep spreading inside her chest and the next thing she knows, the butterflies are flapping around in her stomach along with a blush creeping onto her cheeks. It may have even traveled to her ears. Perhaps the distance and time apart from each other have made him more risqué. He has opened up a lot more since his last comeback and he exudes confidence. She is not complaining though.

Her teeth sink into her bottom lip, breath hitching in her throat as Seokmin softly draws circles around her. It felt good but she needed way more. And he gave her just that. One finger dipped effortlessly into her entrance and it made her all the more relaxed. He watched her go from being on edge, anticipating his touch to relaxing against the sheets, sighing as he delved a finger inside her.

He looked down between them, pushing her legs even further apart, causing her to moan. He added another finger, watching as her head fell back on the pillow, arching into his touch. She gripped onto the back of his neck, fingers digging into the area below his hair. It’s hard to believe that he’s doing such sinful things to her when his hair is dyed close to pinkish red. She would have called him cute and adorable if his hand wasn’t buried between her legs.

“Is this okay?” He whispers into her ear, peppering kisses along her jawline.

Eden presses her lips together to whine, nodding her head so he has no doubt that he’s doing a good job. He curls his fingers upwards, trying to restrain himself as his teeth meet her neck. Her other hand finds its way toward his shorts, slipping past the band and feeling his boner in his boxers. Maybe she shouldn’t have taken him by surprise like that because his fingers quickly come in contact with her g-spot and he restrains a grunt against her lips. Gripping him tighter as a storm builds up inside her.

Her hips grind against his hand, matching his flow as she's a writhing mess beneath him. He feels her squeeze around his fingers tighter, knowing she’s close. She pumps him through his clothes, her strokes inconsistent with how good he’s making her feel.

“I’m gonna come–” She tries to whisper but her voice cracks and her moans are loud in the bedroom.

Seokmin quickly stops, dragging his fingers up the center of her body until they’re close enough he can suck her juices off of them. She’s rubbing her thighs together at the absence of his hand until he pins one of her legs down to the bed before kissing her, letting her taste herself. She groans against him, pressing herself onto his thigh for more contact.

“Not yet. Let’s come together.” He kisses her once more before pulling the blankets off, discarding his boxers, and getting a condom.

When he returns, she scoots over a bit to give him some room. He lays on his side next to her, tilting her face towards him and kissing her. He slips his arm underneath her neck, 

When she feels his erection poking her leg, she reaches to give it a few good pumps. He feels his head spin, taking her hand so he can kiss her knuckles.

Eden smiles as her eyes flutter shut, his arm around her reaching down to grope her breasts. He guides her leg over his hip as his hand reaches between her legs to give her wetness a few strokes. He carefully aligns his cock with her entrance and settles his hand on her hip, slowly pushing into her.

Once he’s all the way in, he uses his free hand to guide her hips back and forth, creating a gentle rhythm that they can both feel deeply. Her upper body rolls over a bit, moaning as she squeezes onto his wrist with both hands. He is painfully slow to begin with, giving Eden more time to get her stomach in knots again.

He pulls her closer to him with the arm that's under her, pecking the back of her neck until she turns back to face him. She smiles at him, steadying himself as he leans in to kiss her. Her hand tangles itself in his hair towards the back of his head, smiling against his lips.

Seokmin presses his forehead to hers, fingers digging into her hip with more pressure. “So perfect.” He whispers, nuzzling his nose against hers as they breathe the same air. “You are made for me.”

She blushes, pushing her bottom against his hips as she chuckles quietly. If there was a slither of space between the two, there sure wasn’t any now. “Just for you. Only you.”

What she says and does riles something inside of him because he starts thrusting into her a little faster. His hand moves lower down her leg, lifting her thigh and driving his cock deeper. She’s a whimpering mess, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as she tries to hold on longer.

Sweat beads on his forehead as he kisses her shoulder, moving down far enough that he’s level with her shoulder blades. He decides to repay the favor from earlier, closing his lips around the spot on her back as he begins sucking.

When a fresh bruise forms on her skin, he starts going harder. The moment they both hear the slapping of each other’s skin on one another, they know Seokmin is close. He lays her thigh over his and his hand sneaks in front between her legs. He finds her clit, rubbing violent circles around it as he supresses his grunts against her shoulder.

Eden’s cries get louder and higher in pitch before they halt for a second, the knot unraveling in her stomach as she comes hard, moaning out into the bedroom. He is right behind her, his thrusts becoming inconsistent and messy as he spills into the condom. She whines every time his hips spasm, pushing into her hard and abruptly until he rides out his high.

Their pants fill the bedroom as Seokmin hugs her closer, kissing her neck before he gently pulls out of her. The smell of her hair invades his senses as he brushes his nose against her ear.

“Do you remember your dream yet?” He grins, stretching to peck her cheek.

She huffs before laughing, stretching in his grasp and arching back against him. “It’s coming back to me.”

“I love you.” He kisses her twice, taking his arm from underneath her back and pushing himself off the bed. “I’ll be right–“

“Don’t.” She reaches behind herself, catching onto his thigh as she’s working to catch her breath. “Stay here with me. Let’s just stay like this for a while.”

“Don’t you wish we had more freedom like we’ve had these past few days?”

“Freedom…” She starts, laying flat against his chest again as she runs her hands up her thighs. “Like I could walk around the house without having to cover up too much?”

“If that’s what you want, my love, then I will make that happen for you.” He kisses behind her ear, his hands placed on her shoulders as he rubs his thumbs back and forth.

“We’ll have the freedom to decorate our home as we please?”

“Yes. That too.” Seokmin’s hands start their descent down her arms.

“With a big bathtub fit for the both of us?”

“Absolutely.”

She hums, feeling his fingers lock with his on her thighs. She continues to flirt. “We’ll have the freedom to do whatever we want, where we want, however loud we want?”

He takes in a sharp inhale, wrapping both of their hands around her waist. He parts his lips against her neck, his tongue briefly coming in contact with her skin. “Not too loud though.”

Her cheeks warm up, remembering they’d have more freedom but not too much. “It sounds perfect.”

He lets go of one of her hands, gliding his hand up her body to squeeze her breast between his fingers. “Maybe in a year or so, it will become our reality.”

He pinches her nipples, resulting in her throwing her head back on his shoulder. She lets out a sigh as she brings her legs together, trying to satisfy the ache.

Her left hand hovers over his on her chest, while her other reaches behind her to find his hardening length. She feels his front flex against her back, increasing the pressure on her nipple. She runs her thumb over his tip for a few sets before stroking him entirely between her palm.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” He whispers next to her ear, his other hand roaming her stomach.

“I think I have an idea.” She chuckles, squeezing his cock.

He throws his head back, biting his lower lip with a groan. His hand travels further south, stopping to massage her inner thighs.

Eden squirms, feeling her eyes roll back as she arches her back. “Baby…”

“Tell me what you want.” He kisses where her neck meets her shoulder, switching his left hand to her other hard nipple.

“Please, touch me.” Her whines are sweet and full of desire, but she never stops pumping his cock.

“Anything you want, I’ll do it for you.” He smirks, using one of his calves to assist him in spreading her legs wider. 

He runs his middle finger down her center under the water, taking in every sound and jolt that comes from her body when they touch.

“Fuck…” She curses under the breath, caressing his length. She makes the fortunate mistake to look down at herself, seeing his one hand travel higher until he is caressing her neck, and the other between her legs. The sight is so arousing to her, she uses her free hand to gather some of the leftover bubbles, spreading and swirling them around on her front, leading up to his hand. She can’t help but notice how soft her skin feels, wanting and needing more.

His fingertips carve out the line of her jaw, tipping her head back so he can kiss her. He swallows her moans as he picks up the pace on her clit. Eden becomes painfully aware of the water splashing around in the tub. She tries not to move too much to not make a mess, but she can’t help it with the knot forming in her center.

She pulls away from his lips, her cries echoing off the bathroom walls before she squeezes her legs closed around his hand. He stops altogether, his abs flexing against her back as she grips his length.

Eden pants, trying to catch her breath and paying close attention to the water calming down again. Then she starts snickering because she did not expect to be doing this for the third time in less than 24 hours.

“What?” Seokmin smirks while rubbing his hands up and down her arms.

She lets go of him, using her palms against his thighs to push herself up, turning her body around in the tub to face him. She crawls onto his lap with a smile on her face, placing her hands on his shoulders. “We’re animals.”

He doesn’t say anything, but the blush on his cheeks gives him away and they both laugh together. She feels him against her thigh, feeling herself getting excited all over again. She cups his face with both of her hands, leaning in to kiss him. He tastes perfect, of everything she loves and more.

Eden tries not to dig her fingers in his hair with her wet hands as she moves her kisses to his ear. Then she kisses a trail lower down his neck. She reaches between them, stroking his length with a grip much softer than before.

“What was that word you used?” He breathes heavily against her ear, his core tightening as she gently squeezes his cock.

“Hmm?” She hums against his neck, feeling his pulse against her lips.

“Arrang… No wait… It was deranged.” He stutters before the word actually comes to him. “Would it be deranged to say that I need you?”

She snorts, leaning in to kiss him with a smile. “Not in here, though.”

“No?” He looks around the tub, appearing as if he was actually considering having sex right where they were.

“I don’t want to flood the bathroom or one of us gets a nasty infection. So no.” She shakes her head. He’s thankful that she was smarter than him. Knowing himself, he wouldn’t have even considered that fact.

He manages to release the stopper on the drain with his foot, gripping her hips tight as he helps her stand to her feet. He steps out onto the towel placed on the floor, Eden giggling as she reaches to dry herself off. But before she can do anything, he scoops her up in his arms. She squeals, wrapping her arms around his neck and holding him tight. Seokmin carries her across the bathroom, finding the box of condoms they packed for the trip.

“Oh look,” His arm supports her bottom half, using the other to pick a condom out of the box. “One left.” He cocks his eyebrow, bringing the foil to his mouth and biting down on it with his teeth. He traps the wrapper in his mouth as his hand assumes its position to her back.

“Oh my god.” She ducks her head in his neck, covering her face with her palm from embarrassment as he carries her to the bed.

He lays her down as softly as possible, taking the condom from between his teeth and setting it aside. He crawls over top of her, cupping her cheek with one hand as he reaches down to kiss her. She smiles against his lips, feeling the muscles in his back with her hands. It feels odd for them both to still be wet from the bath and coming in contact with their bedsheets.

It also feels a hundred times more erotic to see each other in their barest forms in broad daylight. Light shines through the window with no barrier, and for the first time in her life, she is thanking the sun for its existence. It shines down on Seokmin so beautifully, enhancing every dip and curve on his stunning tanned body.

Eden parts her thighs, welcoming him by wrapping her legs around his waist. He nips her bottom lip into his mouth, pulling away from her to spread kisses on her neck. He works his way down her body, sucking and kissing every inch of her until he is level with her heat.

He wastes no time, getting straight to work. He licks a line straight down her center, grabbing hold of her thighs as his tongue sinks into her. She bites back a moan, feeling the cold air on her damp body, it only intensifies her awareness of how his mouth is exploring her. She gently presses the soles of her feet into his back, turning her head to the side and shutting her eyes.

His fingers dig into the skin of her thighs, his nose brushing against her clit whenever he tries to aim his tongue deeper. Seokmin looks upwards to check her reactions, only to be met with her jaw. He smirks against her and she feels the buzz jolt up her body. She presses her lips in a tight line as she whines, lifting her head to look down at him. She could come just from the sight alone.

His right hand slides up her body, his fingers squeezing one of her breasts before pinching her nipple. Her moans get louder and her body shudders underneath him. She grabs onto his wrist with both of her hands, keeping his on her chest as she tries to push herself down on his mouth.

His other hand lets go of her thigh and travels to her middle. One finger comes in contact with his tongue before he pushes it past her entrance.

“Fuck.” She curses, letting him go and gripping the sheets underneath her.

“Absolutely perfect.” She can’t see the grin on his face, only the sinful whispers of his voice as he pulls away and studies her reacting to his fingers. He peppers kisses along her inner thighs as she breathes heavily. His tongue licks at her clit and she can feel the knot collecting in her stomach.

Eden can’t contain herself when her back arches off the bed, letting out a cry as one hand falls on her breast. She’s close and they both know it. She pushes on his forehead with her other hand, her soles trying to achieve the same thing. “Oh god. Hold on a sec…”

Seokmin grins to himself before sitting back on his knees, running his palms up and down her thighs to cool her down. “You okay?”

She brings her thighs together, covering her face while panting. “Yes, I was just…wow.”

“Let me see your pretty face.” He smiles, moving her legs aside and holding himself up with his fists. He gently removes her hand from her face, brushing her disheveled hair flat against the bed and leaning down to kiss her. He swallows her uneven breaths, subconsciously grinding his cock against the back of her thigh for more friction.

Their lips move together while he reaches for the condom he grabbed. He leaves one last kiss on her cheek before sitting back, tearing the wrapper open and sliding it down his length. She parts her legs once again, watching him with a dazed expression as he nestles himself between her thighs.

Seokmin grabs hold of her right leg, throwing it over his shoulder while pressing his fingers into her skin. He turns his head to give the inside of her knee a peck. Giving himself a few strokes, he teases her entrance by swiping up and down with his tip.

“Please…” She whispers, reaching forward for him.

“Anything.” He complies, a hand on her hip while the other locks around her thigh before he slowly pushes his cock into her.

She moans while throwing her head back. She only knows she’s taken all of him when her palm comes in contact with his abdomen. He pulls back out, seeing his tip hidden in her before driving back into her at a painfully slow pace. She feels him much deeper, clawing at his abs while her other hand holds onto his wrist at her hip.

“Oh god.” Her back arches once more as he continues his measured thrusts. It is so agonizing.

“You like that, baby?” He speaks low, letting go of her hip to trail his fingers up her arm, stopping to cup her breast.

“Y-yes…” She cries, watching as he pulls out again, anticipating his next thrust. He pushes in slowly before quickening his pace, feeling him snap against her. The motion itself is enough for her to see stars. Her eyes roll back, biting down on her lip as her moans climb in volume. “I…fuck. So good.”

He carefully guides her leg back down, throwing it around his waist before leaning forward and hovering over her. Her lids are heavy but that doesn’t stop her from reaching behind his neck, pulling him down and against her lips.

He transfers his weight to his forearms, cradling her head as he slips his tongue into her mouth. Her fingers tangle in his hair, locking her legs around him and savoring how well he fills her up. Her chest is flush with his, moaning against him as his hips find a faster rhythm for her.

With every thrust, her back is arching into his chest, her breasts coming in contact with his skin. He dips his head to her neck, breathing hard against her pulse as he fucks her. Eden moans every time his cock brushes her sensitive spot, feeling a shock shooting straight up her spine. She hooks her arms underneath his, her hands and legs holding onto him for dear life.

She’s close to her climax given how he completely devoured her, letting both of her legs fall to the side as wide as they can go. She can’t decide whether it was a mistake or a blessing because the change has her seeing specks of white in her vision. She is convulsing with pleasure, squeezing around Seokmin as he groans. He accidentally bites down on her shoulder from how intense the feeling is.

“Seok, I’m gonna c-come.” She cries, her fingernails digging into his shoulder and she swears she feels like she’s falling.

He pushes himself back with his palms, sitting back and dragging his hands down her body until he gets a tight grip on her hips. He halts his movements for a split second before resuming his slow and gentle thrusts. “I’ve got you, baby. Come for me.” Before she has time to process what he says, he is slamming into her at a much faster rate.

Eden can barely keep up as her hand slides between her legs, trying to draw circles on her clit but being too overcome with bliss to concentrate. She grabs his wrists, squeezing so hard and hoping it’s enough to keep her grounded. The instant his hand reaches between them and starts swiping patterns against her clit, she is gone. Her orgasm rips through her every vessel, her cries filling the bedroom when her memory goes foggy.

Seokmin isn’t too far behind her, proceeding with his thrusts as they become more erratic and sloppy. He spills into the condom, muttering profanities delivered with groans as he empties himself. He’s out of breath, panting and it takes everything in him not to fall forward and pass out for her to bear all his weight.

He’s gentle and a bit shaky when pulling out of her, collapsing on his back beside her. Eden eventually comes to, catching her breath and covering her face with her arm. She starts giggling to herself, turning over and curling into his body.

“What?” He smiles, taking her hair out of the clip at the top of her head and tucking his arm underneath her neck.

“Animals.” She rests her hand on his chest, looking up at him.

He looks away in embarrassment, the couple snorting together. She rolls onto her stomach, propping herself up with wobbly elbows. “I think we should take a shower after that.”

He lets out a sigh of relief, his cheeks hurting from smiling. “That’s probably a good idea.”

“No funny business though.”

He brushes loose strands away from her face, smoothing the back of her hair down. “Don’t worry, I’ll behave.”

He scoots off the bed, holding his hand out for her. She sits up, taking it and he pulls her up effortlessly, Eden crashing into his chest as she laughs. They walk in each other's arms to the bathroom, Seokmin heading straight for the shower and turning the faucet on. While it heats up, he steps away to dispose of the condom in the trash can, finding their clothes and checking to make sure they didn’t get wet in the process.

She steps under the showerhead, not caring how everything they did this morning was destined to set them back at least two hours. Now she had to worry about not going out with a wet head.

She’s surprised when she feels him bump into her from behind. He places his hands on her shoulders, turning her around to face him. He cups both of her cheeks with his palms and kisses her intently, enough to push her back against the tile.

He’s standing directly under the water, letting it wash away his sweat. He pulls away, able to taste the water on her lips.

“I thought I said no funny business?” She raises a brow, playfully jabbing her knuckles into his side.

“I know, I just really wanted to kiss you.” He steals another kiss before giving her the puppy dog eyes. “It’s been a while since we’ve taken a shower together.”

Eden tilts her head, pouting while she does the math in her head. It has been a while. So long that she can’t even remember the last time.

She wraps her arms around his waist, smiling as she rests her ear against his heart. She can’t hear much from the water running, but she knows it’s there. Beating just for her.

“I love you.” She whispers.

He bends his neck down, collecting her wet hair at the base of her neck before kissing her head. “I love you too.”

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player!killer and anomaly!dust

since these ideas have been invading my brain lately, i feel like i need to ramble about the toxic (doomed) kist potential they have.

imagine the game world of dusttale trying to correct itself ever since the anomaly/virus that is killer entered it. so things in the world start to glitch and don't make sense. a character repeats their lines over and over without stopping. shortcuts stop working properly. character stats inexplicably get messed up. goners start appearing to warn dust and killer about the end of the world. it's nearing its doomed timeline trajectory, and yet dust will not give up trying to salvage his universe. in his mind, there's one surefire way to get everything back to normal: exterminate the virus that is killer.

dust and killer (and the goners and the almagamates) are not affected by the glitches because they are anomalies, glitches detached from the world already. to killer, this means enlightenment and freedom. he doesn't understand dust's attachment to the underground, his dogmatic beliefs about justice and the greater good for the monsters. doesn't dust want to ascend to be something "real", rather than the npcs that the rest of the monsters are? doesn't he want to escape from the control of the player? why would he want to obey to the whims of a dying, boring, constricting world anyway? if dust can't see it, then killer will make him see.

the thing is, dust is a difficult monster to persuade. sure, killer can kill him again and again (chances are 50/50 on who will win anyway). but dust always bounces back, more vindicated in his retaliation and belief that killer needs to be gone. the thing is, when you want to break someone down, you need to be the thing they fear the most. killer is already that, isn't he? he's a future of a sans, of dust's own past. this is what dust could have become. killer is what dust has become - a sans doing the work of the no-mercy player.

"aren't you bored of doing the same thing over and over again? aren't you crazy from repeating all these useless cycles only to reach the same conclusion again and again?... oh wait, you already are!"

and dust - what can he say to all that? is it true? is it not? who cares - the only satisfaction he can have is wiping that smirk off that face. killer knows intimately beings like dust - not only because they were the same person at some point, but also because dust is a control freak with a savior complex as well as survivor's guilt. deep down inside, dust cannot fathom losing. he has poured too much, sacrificed too much, to get this far. and he won't stop - not until he reaches his happy ending, which will never come. so he'll forever be stuck down here, repeating his worst nightmares again and again in a hell of his own making.

the only variable in dust's life is killer. gradually, dust treats killing other monsters as a job - an important yet thankless job that someone has to do. the only kill in which he feels something is of his brother... and killer. with killer, dust is filled with something - maybe it's joy, maybe it's hate, it's hard to tell when apathy is his usual state.

and the thing is, the opposite of love isn't hate. it's the lack of love - it's apathy. he feels something for killer - an attachment, an obsession, a possessiveness. "only i get to kill him", "he's my kill", that's what dust thinks. he rationalizes that thinking of course - killer reminds of him too much of himself, the person he hates the most. but there's that fear every time he kills killer - fear that killer will never come back, leaving dust with his empty broken world and voices in his head. and he fears killer will know it, somehow.

for killer, it's always a game to see who's the winner and who's the loser. it's a struggle for control, with the controller and the controlled. and with the player gone, dust should belong to him now. an eternal playmate, after everyone else has disappeared from his life. and like, it's totally therapeutic to beat up and mess with the guy who reminds you of yourself, right? totally not a self-esteem issue waiting to be explored or anything at all. it's funny how much they match. "look, we both wear red!" exclaims killer as he points to his own red soul and dust's red iris. determination pulls them together, and determination will break one of them in the end, and it's not going to be him. he'll persevere once this world rots away, while dust will be trapped by his own volition.

maybe, just maybe, he'll whisk dust away once the end comes. and they'll find another playground to re-enact their play again. killer will take and take and take, until all they are is dust.

Oh, I will ruin you It's a habit - I can't help it

I will only break your pretty things I will only wring you dry of everything And if you're fine with that If you're fine with that

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Lost and Found: A Pirate's Promise

Robin always saying the most wildest phrase and acting all relaxed like mamm Lmfaooo

Chapter 20: Blood and Thunder 

A/N: We are ready for a new chapter! And this is the conclusion of the fight with Monet! Thank you guys for liking, following, commenting, reblogging the stories!. Next chapter we about add some *spice* into the mix (hehehe). The chapters are linked as well. And without further ado, lets get to it!

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

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14, Chapter 15, Chapter 16, Chapter 17, Chapter 18, Chapter 19, Chapter 20 (Here)

Y/N POV… 

"Idiot Mosshead, what did I tell you before I left?!" Sanji yelled, his voice cutting through the chaos as he stormed over, fury in his eyes. "Keep Y/N safe! And what do you do? She’s almost killed!"

Zoro scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Oh, calm down, you curly-browed idiot. She's still alive, isn't she? Quit acting like I can't handle this."

"You call this handling it?" Sanji shot back, gesturing to me with an exasperated look. "You were supposed to protect her, not let her nearly bleed out!"

"I didn’t see you anywhere, love cook!" Zoro snapped, his hand on his sword. "Maybe if you stopped swooning over every woman you meet, you’d actually be useful!"

The G-5 men watched, wide-eyed, clearly unsure if they should intervene or grab popcorn as Zoro and Sanji bickered. They traded confused looks, half-laughing at the ridiculousness of the fight.

I winced, clutching my injured side. “Seriously, you two? Now is not the time!”

Sanji’s expression softened as he looked at me, though his anger still simmered. “I would have been a goner if Sanji and the G-5 men hadn’t shown up,” I breathed out, my voice strained. The pain from Monet’s claws still seared through me, leaving holes in different parts of my body. “I’m still reeling from her grip, but I’ve got a few more tricks up my sleeve.” 

Just then, Monet turned her attention to one of the G-5 soldiers. She flew at him with terrifying speed and bit down on his shoulder. “No!” I yelled, pushing past Sanji and Zoro. I clenched my left hand, activating its power once more. “My shoulder! It’s turning to ice!” the soldier cried out, his voice full of pain as Monet continued to sink her teeth into him, as if she was going to break him.

In that moment, Tashigi appeared, and Monet disappeared momentarily. “Tashigi!” I managed to gasp, still struggling to breathe. “My body is going to give out on me any minute now,” I thought, feeling the weight of my injuries.

“Go, men! I’ll stay here!” Tashigi ordered, her voice commanding and determined.

“What are you doing?” I asked, bewildered.

Tashigi turned to me, a confident smirk on her face. “Seems to me it looks like you could use a little help.”

“Tashigi, you don’t know what you’re up against!” I protested. “This is my fight with Monet. Go with your men. 

Alright, men, let’s move! Captain Tashigi needs us to find those children!” one of the soldiers barked, as they began to disperse.

I turned to Sanji and Zoro, determination etched into my face. “Sanji, you need to go with them. I know you won’t fight Monet—she’s a harpy and a bitch, but I understand your code of honor. Find Nami, Robin, Chopper, and the kids. Protect them. I’m not leaving until Monet is down.”

Sanji’s face was a storm of conflicting emotions, his usually calm demeanor giving way to visible turmoil. He hesitated, torn between staying by my side and fulfilling his duty to the others.

“I... I don’t know what to do, Y/N,” he admitted, his voice thick with frustration and concern.

With a pained expression, Sanji gently took my face in his hands. His touch was tender and reassuring, a stark contrast to the chaos surrounding us. “Be careful, alright?” he murmured, his eyes locking onto mine with a mix of worry and love. “I’ll take care of everyone, but I need you to promise me something.”

Before I could respond, he leaned in and placed a soft, lingering kiss on my forehead. “Promise me you’ll stay safe.”

I looked up at him, feeling a rush of emotions. “I promise, Sanji. And thank you. Go. I’ll be fine.”

I watched as Sanji and the G-5 men hurried out, their focus shifting towards the children’s safety. My gaze then returned to Zoro and Tashigi, both preparing for the confrontation with Monet.

“Tashigi, go back to your soldiers,” I said, my voice strained but resolute despite the pain searing through my injured side.

Tashigi’s attention remained firmly on Monet. “I’ll do as I please,” she said, her tone defiant.

Her words took me by surprise, but I managed a pained smile. “Looks like you’ve picked up a thing or two from me about defiance,” I chuckled softly, even though the discomfort was mounting.

My gaze fell on Sanji’s tie, barely containing the blood seeping from my wound. It needed proper treatment soon.

Meanwhile, Zoro was bristling, engaging in a heated exchange with Tashigi. “You’re not going to fight her just because she’s a woman!?,” she declared, glaring at Zoro.

I turned to Tashigi, urgency in my eyes. “Tashigi, that’s not—”

“Fine. I won’t fight,” Zoro interjected with frustration, sitting back with a smirk.

Monet’s cruel laughter echoed as she hovered, her wings fluttering menacingly. Just then, she disappeared in a flash. “Damn, bird,” I muttered, scanning the area for her reappearance.

Suddenly, Monet reappeared, fangs bared and poised to strike behind Tashigi. “Tashigi, look out!” I shouted, but it was too late. Monet bit down on Tashigi’s sword, forcing her back with a powerful shove.

I clenched my right hand, activating its power. One well-placed punch should knock her down for a few more minutes, I thought. I steeled myself for the right moment.

Tashigi battled fiercely, her sword clashing against Monet’s icy attacks. But Monet’s next move was brutal. She landed a powerful kick that sent Tashigi crashing to the ground, knocking off the emblem on her shoulder. “Tashigi!” I cried out, my heart pounding.

Monet’s attention now shifted towards me, a wicked grin spreading across her face. “Care for a snowball fight, princess?” she taunted, launching a barrage of icy projectiles.

I ducked and dodged each snowball with agility, performing one-handed backflips and sliding across the snow with practiced ease. “Is that all you’ve got, Monet?” I teased, a smirk on my face. “I’m surprised. For someone your size, you’ve got such weak tactics.”

In the background, I could hear Zoro’s laughter. It was a welcome distraction amidst the chaos.

Monet seemed to be preparing for her next attack, but Tashigi intervened.

“Don’t ignore me!” Tashigi shouted as Monet nimbly dodged her attacks.

Monet’s cruel smile widened. “How is Smokey?” she taunted. “I’m sure Vergo is doing a number on him as well. You’re his right-hand girl. Why aren’t you there protecting him?”

Tashigi’s eyes narrowed, unfazed by Monet's provocations. “I wouldn’t be too worried about Admiral Smoker!” she retorted, her voice steady.

I smirked at Tashigi’s resilience. “She really has learned a thing or two from me.”

Monet’s expression darkened as she prepared her next move. “Snow storm!” she declared, unleashing a gust of blizzard-like snow that enveloped both Tashigi and me.

As the snowstorm blinded us, Monet’s voice cut through the wind. “Once I end you, Tashigi, I’ll find your troops and tell them their poor captain couldn’t cut it. And as for you, harlot, I’ll make sure you suffer.”

The freezing wind made it hard to see, but I could make out Monet’s claws extending, ready to strike. Tashigi tried to block the attack with her sword, but her grip faltered.

“Tashigi, move!” I yelled, desperate to protect her. I leaped in front of her, but Monet’s sharp claws found their mark, sinking into my right leg. “Ahhh!” I screamed in pain, trying to shake her off with my left leg.

“Y/N!” Zoro shouted, his voice laced with panic.

Tashigi lay stunned, realizing I had sacrificed myself to save her from Monet’s vicious bite. “Get off me!” I yelled at Monet as she continued to bite down hard on my leg. Her razor-sharp teeth dug into my skin, and ice began to form around the wound.

“I told you! Your right leg would make a perfect target!” Monet gloated, her grip unrelenting.

“AHHH!!!” I cried out in agony, blood seeping through the ice. I grabbed Monet’s head with my left hand, clutching her hair in a desperate attempt to pull her off. My right hand, clenched in a fist, activated its power, but the pain made me falter.

Monet dug in deeper, causing me to scream even louder and making me unclench my hand. Blood continued to spill as Monet’s bite grew fiercer.

Just then, Zoro’s sword sliced through the air, cutting Monet and forcing her to finally release her hold on my leg. I clutched my injured limb, the pain overwhelming, as I fell to the ground, gasping for breath. Monet screamed in pain, her confidence shattering.

"You underestimated me, bird woman," Zoro said, walking toward Monet with a grim determination. Her cheek was now grazed by Zoro’s sword, a testament to his precision. "And now you die."

"Zoro," I tried to say, still clutching my injured limb. Tashigi hurried to my side, her eyes filled with concern as Monet backed away in fear.

“If you thought you were just going to walk away from this after trying to kill my crewmate,” Zoro declared fiercely, “you’re sadly mistaken. Because for her, I would go to the depths of hell!”

Zoro smirked. "Maybe I don’t go around cutting just any woman, but when you’re faced with an animal like this, you don’t take chances. You get the hell out of there."

Monet, now paralyzed with fear, was cornered. "One Sword Style—Great Dragon Shock!" Zoro shouted as he unleashed a powerful slash, cutting Monet in half.

“Alright, we’re done here,” Zoro said as he made his way toward me. “It’s over.”

“Looks like you became my knight in shining armor,” I teased through gritted teeth, laughing weakly. Zoro chuckled as he grabbed my hand, pulling me up. Tashigi looked at Zoro with amazement.

“By the way, Zoro, nice technique!” I said, clutching onto him for support.

“How dare you!” Monet yelled, her voice full of rage and desperation as she struggled to control her body.

I turned to Zoro, weakly connecting both fists and igniting them with fire and electricity. “Hold that thought, Zoro. You’re not getting away now!” I yelled at Monet, who was now standing behind us.

“You never learn, do you?” I said, landing two powerful punches mixed with fire and electricity. “Lightning Inferno!”

Monet was engulfed in flames and shocked by electricity, her body convulsing before she fell, completely defeated. “Have fun in hell, Monet,” I smirked. 

Turning to where the cameras were stationed, I limped towards them, my left hand still blazing with fire. “And that concludes today’s broadcast,” I said with a smirk, launching a fire pistol with my fingers. The transponder snails set ablaze as well.

“Where’d you learn that fire pistol move, Y/N?” Zoro asked, his voice filled with concern as he noticed my weakened state.

I turned to him with the little energy I had left. “It’s thanks to the rings...” I said before finally collapsing.

“Y/N!” Zoro yelled, rushing to my side. He pulled off his black bandana and tied it around my right leg to stop the bleeding. I slightly opened my eyes, giving him a weak smile. “Hey, Zoro, looks like you’re going to have to carry this princess after all.”

Zoro looked incredulous at my remark but chuckled. “You got it, princess.”

“Let’s go, Tashigi. Looks like we’ve got to find a way out—”

“Crap, not you too!” Zoro said in frustration as Tashigi also collapsed, leaving him with no choice but to carry both of us to R-66. 

Sanji POV.. 

“I promise, Sanji. And thank you. Go. I’ll be fine,” Y/N said, her voice filled with resolve even as she struggled. I watched her figure grow smaller as she ran towards the G-5 men, her determination unwavering as she headed to rescue the kids and help Nami, Robin, and Chopper.

My mind raced with worry for her, especially after seeing her fighting that monstrous bird woman. “Mosshead better protect her,” I thought fiercely.

As the G-5 men around me started talking, their words only deepened my concern. “The girl who was fighting that harpy—who knew she had such strength!” one soldier remarked, awe in his voice.

“Yeah, and she looked hot and badass taking her down too!” another added, a hint of admiration in his tone.

“Did you see the giant gash on her arm and the holes on her sides?” someone else chimed in. “That must have been a hard fight for her!”

“Mm-hmm,” the others hummed in agreement.

One soldier leaned over and said, “You saw Pirate Hunter Zoro. He looked like he was ready to kill that harpy for her!”

“Yeah! He was ready to lay it down!” another voice chimed in.

Suddenly, someone asked, “Hey, Blackleg, why didn’t you stay and protect the girl? She is your girl, right?”

Their questions stung, and I felt a pang of frustration and guilt. “I couldn’t stay,” I said, my voice sharp. “I can’t fight a lady no matter what she looks like!”

“But if it was between life and death?” one soldier pressed.

“I’d choose death,” I answered firmly. The group fell silent, stunned by my response.

“They each are so different yet on the same crew,” one of them remarked, breaking the quiet.

“Yeah, but that girl fighting the harpy—she’s one hell of a woman, that’s for sure!” another added, whistling in admiration.

Jealousy gnawed at me as I listened to their praise. “Shut up, you guys!” I snapped, trying to mask my discomfort. “Let’s hurry to find those kids so Nami, Robin, Tashigi, and Y/N can thank us!”

“Yeah!” they all shouted in unison, their enthusiasm returning.

“Anything for a lady!” I said with a smirk, trying to shake off the jealousy. The G-5 soldiers echoed my sentiment, and we set off with renewed determination to complete our mission.

Y/N POV… 

I felt a gentle but persistent bouncing, gradually becoming aware of my surroundings. As I blinked open my eyes, I saw Zoro carrying me over his shoulder, his movements steady despite the urgency. Tashigi, slung over his other shoulder, began to stir and groan, clearly realizing her predicament.

“Hey, put me down!” she demanded, her voice muffled but full of frustration. “What are you doing to me?”

“Tashigi,” I said softly, trying to keep my voice calm despite the pain. “Can you please keep it down?”

Her protests continued as she thrashed and hit Zoro’s back. I couldn’t help but chuckle at the absurdity of the situation.

Suddenly, a realization hit us: the room was filling with toxic gas. Tashigi’s eyes widened as she took in the scene. “It’s filling up!” she exclaimed in alarm. “The exit is the other way!”

Zoro, caught between Tashigi’s protests and the urgent situation, shot back, “What? You could have told me sooner!”

The bickering between Zoro and Tashigi intensified as they struggled to find the correct route. Amid the chaos, Tashigi suddenly gasped, her voice filled with awe. “Is this the legendary sword Shusui?”

“Really, Tashigi?!” I managed to exclaim from my position on Zoro’s shoulder. “Now’s not the time to be geeking out!”

Despite the urgency of the situation, Zoro continued to navigate through the room, carefully avoiding the encroaching poison gas. His focus was unshaken, his steps steady as he carried both Tashigi and me, his face set in determination. 

“Zoro, we’re heading in the wrong direction,” I said, trying to steady my voice despite the discomfort. “Also, can we do something about the… um, position I’m in right now? The bouncing isn’t helping with my skirt.” I tried to reach down to pull more of the material down, feeling slightly self-conscious.

Zoro smirked, glancing at me over his shoulder. “Why, I like the view quite nicely,” he teased, causing me to blush. “In fact, you look good enough to bite, too.” As his hold on my hips tightened just enough to be both reassuring and unsettling.

I shot him a look of exasperation. “Zoro! Now is not the time for that!” 

“Hey, where are you going now?” Tashigi shouted, as Zoro continued to run, clearly focused on getting us to safety despite the confusion and chaos.

Laws Pov..

I watched from a distance, tension crackling in the air as Smoker and Vergo clashed violently. Each blow was blocked with precision, a testament to their skills and animosity.

“Be careful, Smoker,” I muttered under my breath, my eyes fixed on the fierce duel.

“White Blow!” Smoker shouted, unleashing a powerful attack. But Vergo, with his imposing strength and armament haki, managed to capture the smoke and draw Smoker in. A brutal punch followed, sending Smoker crashing against the railings with a resounding impact.

Vergo loomed over Smoker, a mocking grin on his face. “Is getting revenge really that important to you?” he taunted, his voice dripping with contempt.

Smoker, grimacing but unyielding, pushed himself up with fierce determination. “I’m going to kill you, pirate scum,” he growled, readying himself for another attack. His resolve remained unshaken, even in the face of Vergo’s taunts and relentless assault.

Vergo landed hit after hit, driving Smoker back to the rails. “You’ll never get justice if you’re still weak,” Vergo taunted, his voice dripping with disdain.

“What do you want?” Vergo demanded.

Vergo turned his cold gaze toward me. “I want my heart back,” I said, trying to catch my breath.

“Once I have my heart back, I can easily kick your ass, Vergo!” I snapped, struggling to keep my composure despite the searing pain.

“How many times do I have to say this? It’s Mr. Vergo to you!” he retorted, his grip tightening.

I screamed in agony, falling back as I fought to catch my breath. Vergo’s sinister smile widened. “You’re going to die here, Law, along with the rest. But don’t worry, I’ll be sure to send Y/N to Doflamingo to get his fill.” 

I clenched my teeth, struggling through the pain. Vergo’s words were like daggers, each one twisting deeper into my resolve. “You won’t lay a finger on her,” I gasped out, my voice rough but defiant. “I’ll make sure of it.” 

Just then, a shadow fell over us—it was Smoker. Even in his weakened state, Smoker continued to fight with unwavering determination. “Why are you using your Devil Fruit powers?” Vergo sneered. “This isn’t like you.”

“Enough. I’m done playing games,” Vergo growled, his tone shifting to deadly seriousness. “Demon Bamboo!” he yelled, unleashing a powerful attack that struck Smoker hard, sending him crashing into the railings. Smoker fell, struggling to catch his breath, his strength visibly waning.

“You’re not strong enough,” Vergo taunted, his voice dripping with contempt.

I staggered to my feet, my vision blurry but my resolve unbroken. “Well done, Smoker,” I said, trying to steady myself. “I’ll take it from here.” The smoke around me dissipated as I finally reclaimed my heart, sliding it back into its rightful place with a shudder of relief.

“This means we’re even, Law,” Smoker breathed out, his voice strained but resolute.

“And yet I’m only alive because of you,” I replied, my tone carrying a mixture of gratitude and bitterness. As my hat reappeared in my hand, I steeled myself for the final confrontation. “Now it’s time to end this… Mr. Vergo,” I taunted, my voice filled with determination. 

“And I know you’re hearing this, Joker!” I added, as the transponder snail Vergo had hidden came into view. “Keep cackling like an idiot while you plot your next move. Enjoy it while you can. You won’t be laughing once we’re done with you.”

Joker’s mocking laughter echoed through the room. “Take a good look at Vergo. Pissing him off is never a good idea. Think about what happened last time. How did that turn out for you? And what about that princess Vergo keeps talking about? I hear her right leg is injured because of Vergo,” Joker taunted.

Anger fueled my resolve as I slowly pulled out my blade. Vergo, closing in on me, seemed confident in his victory. I waited for the perfect moment, focusing all my energy. Using Room, I sliced through the air with precision. Vergo was now cut in half, his body falling apart with a look of shock frozen on his face.

The destruction didn’t stop there. With my blade's sweep, I also sliced through the SAD manufacturing tanks,ripping through the facility. The tanks burst apart, their contents igniting that engulfed the area.

“Here we are, Joker,” I said with a smirk, as the chaos unfolded around us. “I’ve opened the gate, the gears are broken, and there’s no turning back for anyone.” The finality in my voice was unmistakable.

Y/N POV.. 

“Zoro, please!” I pleaded, my voice trembling with a mix of frustration and embarrassment. “Either put Tashigi down so she can help us, or—”

Before I could finish, Zoro’s hand slid down to give my butt a firm, lingering squeeze. I gasped loudly, unable to suppress a moan. My face flushed a deep crimson as I felt his touch, and the realization of my exposed position made me squirm uncomfortably.

“Looks like you’re enjoying the ride, princess,” Zoro teased, his voice a low rumble. “I’ll have to remember this for later.” His grip remained possessive, every bounce making it difficult to focus as he continued to sprint away from the gas.

Tashigi's protests were a distant murmur compared to the heightened sensations I was feeling, my body responding in ways I couldn’t control.

“Roronoa, when I get my hands on you... I’m gonna—” My threat was abruptly cut off by the ominous groaning of the building collapsing around us. “The building is beginning to collapse!” Tashigi shouted, panic evident in her voice.

I barely had time to react before a chunk of the lab crashed down right beside us, sending debris flying and causing us to scream in unison.

“Would you quit screaming so close to my ear!” Zoro bellowed, his frustration palpable as he continued to run. “We would if you’d just put Tashigi down and carry me differently!” I snapped back, my discomfort and urgency blending into a fierce demand.

“Wait, do you guys hear that?” a G-5 soldier called out. “The captain’s okay!” another added. “And look, Y/N and Pirate Hunter Zoro are with them too!”

“Hey, Y/N, did you manage to take down that bird woman?” a soldier shouted, their voice laced with curiosity.

“The G-5 is heading this way!” Tashigi shouted, her voice strained. “I told you we were heading the wrong direction!”

“Just put me down! This is so embarrassing!” Tashigi demanded, her cheeks flushed

Before she could finish, I felt Zoro give a light, deliberate smack on my butt. My eyes widened, and I let out a surprised yelp, followed by an involuntary moan. The G-5 soldiers, witnessing the move, erupted into a frenzy of catcalls and whistles. Their laughter and cheers filled the air, adding to the chaos of the collapsing building.

“Nice view, huh?” Zoro teased, his smirk widening. “Glad to know you’re enjoying the ride.”

“ZORO!!!” Sanji’s voice cut through the clamor, filled with a mix of shock and rage. “What the hell are you doing? Why are you carrying Tashigi like that, and why are you grabbing Y/N like that!?”

Sanji’s face was contorted in fury as he stormed toward us, his leg poised and ready to deliver a powerful kick. “You’re going to pay for this!” he roared.

“The gas is closing in! Turn around!” Nami’s urgent shout snapped Zoro back to focus. He abruptly halted, causing both Tashigi and me to lurch forward. “Great, now my skirt is even more exposed!” I said, mortified as I tried to pull it down.

“Y/N!” Sanji’s voice was filled with concern as he rushed closer. “San—” I began to reply, but Zoro darted off again, leaving behind Sanji’s fuming outrage and the soldiers’ rowdy cheers. “Ji!!!!” I shouted, my voice echoing as we continued our frantic escape through the collapsing building.

Sanji POV… 

We finally reached Nami, Robin, and the children. As we administered the sedatives, trying to get the exhausted kids to move, their fatigue was evident. “Come on, you little rugrats! Let’s go!” I urged, frustration creeping into my voice.

“I can’t run anymore,” one of the children whined, too tired to move.

Nami and Robin tried to encourage them, but they were stubbornly rooted in place. Just then, Robin’s urgent shout cut through the chaos. “The building is collapsing, and the gas is seeping in!”

“Crap, not good!” I exclaimed, my anxiety spiking.

The G-5 soldiers, still near us, began shouting. “The captain’s okay! And look, Y/N and Pirate Hunter Zoro are with them too!”

“Y/N!” I called out, my heart skipping a beat. The relief of knowing you were safe was a fleeting comfort, quickly overshadowed by what I saw next. My blood boiled as I noticed Zoro carrying you, your skirt riding up and exposing more than it should. To make matters worse, Zoro had the audacity to smack your butt, prompting gasps, a moan, and then a raucous response from the G-5 soldiers.

“Mosshead!” I roared, my voice filled with fury. “Why are you carrying Tashigi like that? And why the hell is Y/N being grabbed like that?”

The soldiers erupted into laughter and catcalls, their cheers only fueling my anger. “What do you think you’re doing, Zoro?!” I demanded, ready to storm over and give him a piece of my mind.

The gas is closing in! Turn around!” Nami yelled urgently.

Zoro abruptly halted, causing both you and Tashigi to lurch forward. Your skirt, already riding up, exposed even more. 

“Y/N!” I called out, my voice cracking with concern. I tried to inch closer, desperate to reach you. “Just hold on, I’m coming!”

“San—” you started to call, but before you could finish, Zoro darted off again, carrying you farther away. The sight of him running off with you while I was helpless to do anything fueled my fury.

“I’m going to get you, Mosshead!” I roared, my voice echoing with rage and frustration. As Zoro carried you further and further away, the last thing I heard was your distant, desperate cry, “Ji!!!!”

My heart was pounding as I watched him disappear into the distance, my resolve only growing stronger. I would find a way to make him pay for this.

Laws POV..  

I slowly made my way out of the collapsing SAD room, Vergo finally defeated and cut into pieces. “This building’s about to come down, we better get moving, Smoker,” I urged as we hurried to building R-66.

Minutes passed, and Smoker and I were hauling a cart large enough to fit everyone into the tunnel.

“Are you sure this cart will fit us all?” Smoker asked skeptically.

“It’s a cart designed to haul SAD. We’ve got children, injured soldiers, and anyone else who’s hurt. It’s big enough,” I reassured him, though my concern for you weighed heavily on my mind.

“Y/N, please be safe,” I thought anxiously.

As we reached building R, I saw Luffy and the others—Nami, Robin, the marines, and the children—but no sign of you.

“Strawhat!” I called out, relieved to see Luffy.

“Oh, Trafy and Smokey!” Luffy greeted with his usual grin. “Where’d you two come from?”

“It’s Smokey!” the marines shouted in unison.

My attention was immediately drawn to Zoro, who had finally made it to building R. He was carrying you and Tashigi.

“Zoro, put us down!” Tashigi yelled, drawing my gaze forward.

Zoro gently placed Tashigi down and then carefully set you on the ground. As you tried to put pressure on your right leg, you collapsed, clutching it tightly.

“Y/N!” I shouted, rushing toward you.

Seeing your injuries in full, my heart sank. Your left arm had a massive gash, your sides were marked with claw wounds and holes, and your right leg was badly bitten and bleeding.

“Y/N!” I repeated, my voice filled with worry as I knelt beside you.

Sanji, the cook, finally came into focus, his expression a mix of shock and anger.

“Mosshead, how could you be so careless?!” Sanji yelled, his frustration evident.

“Me! You should have been there! I’m so proud of her!” Zoro said with a smirk. “She gave that bird a hell of a match too.”

“Serves her right!” you muttered weakly, trying to sit up.

I gently pulled you closer, your head resting against my chest. As you relaxed into me, I let my steady heartbeat speak for me.

“Law…” you whispered.

I didn’t respond, choosing instead to offer the comfort of my presence.

“Hey, Law! Keep your hands off her!” Sanji shouted, his irritation clear.

I ignored his rant and carefully lifted you into the cart. “She needs medical attention immediately! She’s lost too much blood already,” I said, my voice resolute.

As I secured you in the cart, my focus was entirely on ensuring you received the care you so desperately needed.

Y/N POV..  

Zoro finally reached Building R, carefully placing Tashigi down first, then lowering me next to her. The moment I tried to stand, sharp pain shot up my leg, causing me to let out a pained groan. I couldn’t bear any weight on it, and I collapsed to the ground, clutching my injury.

“Y/N!” Three distinct voices echoed around me, filled with panic. I could barely focus through the pain as I gritted my teeth, eyes squeezed shut.

“Mosshead, how could you be so careless?!” Sanji’s voice cut through the air, filled with anger.

“Me?!” Zoro barked back, his tone proud. “You should’ve seen her! I’m proud of her! She gave that bird woman a hell of a fight!”

I couldn’t help but smirk through the pain. “Serves her right,” I muttered, though I was barely holding it together.

Before I could process anything else, strong arms lifted me, pulling me close. I blinked and saw Law’s familiar face. My head rested against his chest, the steady beat of his heart somehow comforting amid the chaos.

“Law…” I whispered, barely able to speak. He didn’t respond with words, just gently held me closer, letting his heartbeat calm me.

“You finally got your heart back,” I whispered, feeling my body relax in his arms.

“Hey! Law, keep your hands off her!” Sanji’s voice cut through again, but this time with irritation instead of concern.

I turned my head toward Sanji, managing a small smile through the pain. His face immediately flushed, but it didn’t stop him from ranting. I was too tired to argue or even move, but Law carefully placed me into the cart.

“She needs medical attention, now. She’s lost too much blood,” Law said firmly, already assessing my injuries with a critical eye.

I felt a wave of exhaustion threaten to overtake me, but I forced myself to stay alert. I watched as Law’s attention shifted to Luffy.

“Strawhat, where’s Caesar?” Law asked, his voice sharp and focused.

“Oh, you see that big hole in the wall?” Luffy pointed casually. “I knocked him out!”

“You what?!” Law growled. “The plan was to kidnap him!”

“Why? He’s awful! We should just leave him behind!” Luffy shrugged, clearly unconcerned.

Despite my pain, I couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh at their exchange. Typical Luffy.

“The whole point of the plan was to follow through with it,” Law muttered under his breath, clearly frustrated. “I should’ve known better than to trust you with this.”

I reached out weakly, tugging on his sleeve. “Law… It’s okay. Go easy on him,” I said softly, my voice barely above a whisper.

Law turned to me, his expression softening. His irritation seemed to melt away as he focused on me, a slight blush creeping onto his cheeks.

“Hey, Y/N!” Luffy interrupted, his excitement undeniable. “Is it true you beat that bird woman?”

I smiled faintly, nodding. “Yeah, Luffy… She’s done for.”

But then worry crept into my mind, and I couldn’t help but ask, “Luffy, do you think Usopp, Brook, and Chopper are okay?”

“Yeah, of course! They’ll be here soon,” Luffy said confidently, his usual optimism shining through.

As the minutes passed, Law started organizing everyone to get into the cart. I tried to sit up, but before I could, Law stopped me, his hand gently pressing down on my shoulder.

“Hold on there, Princess,” Law said with a teasing tone, his voice soft yet firm, his lips curling into a playful smirk. “You’re not going anywhere until I say so.”

I opened my mouth to retort, but before I could get a word in, the children came piling into the cart, followed by the G-5 marines. Suddenly, I heard a familiar, dramatic voice.

“Y/N! My love, don’t you worry! I’m here now! You can rest on me!” Sanji announced, his tone filled with his usual over-the-top affection.

I couldn’t help but laugh, despite the pain. “Alright, Sanji, come here,” I said, chuckling.

“Oh, Y/N! How I’ve longed to hear your beautiful laugh again!” Sanji said, his eyes sparkling as he made a beeline straight toward me, completely ignoring everything else around him.

But before he could get too close, Law stepped in front of him, his arm outstretched to block Sanji’s path. “Not so fast, cook,” Law said, his tone sharp but calm, eyes narrowing as he glanced between me and Sanji. “She’s under my care, and she needs to rest.”

Sanji huffed, his irritation flaring up as he glared at Law. “I can take care of her just fine! Step aside, Surgeon of Death!”

Law’s expression didn’t falter, a smug look crossing his face. “You’re not a doctor, Sanji. Leave this to the professionals.”

As Law and Sanji continued their heated exchange, I felt a small tug at my skirt. Looking down, I saw the same little girl with wide eyes, her voice trembling. “Can you hold me? I’m scared.”

“Of course, sweetheart,” I said, gently lifting her up and holding her close. She nestled into me, her fear easing as she rested her head on my chest. I stroked her hair softly, offering a reassuring smile.

Zoro, ignoring the commotion between the others, took his spot across from me. I raised an eyebrow, the corners of my mouth twitching with mischief. “You know, Zoro,” I said playfully, “I have to admit... I kinda enjoyed that ride earlier.”

His eyes widened for a split second before he grinned, clearly amused by my teasing. “Yeah? Maybe next time, I’ll carry you a little differently then.”

I smirked, leaning in slightly. “Just make sure it’s as exciting as this time, Pirate Hunter.”

Zoro chuckled, leaning back casually. “Don’t worry, I always keep things interesting.”

Zoro’s chuckle faded as the gates ahead began to close. My heart raced, and without thinking, I stood up, still holding the little girl tightly in my arms. “Y/N, I said don’t move!” Law’s voice was firm, but I ignored him, urgency taking over.

“What are you Strawhats doing? Get in the cart!” Law barked at us, his tone laced with frustration.

“Sure, we will, but we’re waiting for our crewmates!” I shot back, determination in my voice. Law’s eyes widened for a moment, surprised by our loyalty.

Just then, we spotted them—Chopper and Brook rushing toward us. “Chopper! Brook!” I called out, a wave of relief washing over me. I smiled wide, holding the little girl even tighter.

“Hey, don’t forget about me!” came Usopp’s familiar voice. I turned to see him arriving just behind them.

“Usopp! You’re all okay!” Tears welled in my eyes, my emotions getting the better of me. Relief, happiness, and gratitude all mixed into one as I watched them rejoin us.

Nami, just as emotional, wiped a tear away, though she tried to hide it. “Were you trying to make us scared or what?”

“That’s a nice reunion and all, but we’ve got no time!” Law yelled again, urgency in his tone. “Let’s go!”

With that, the rest of the crew, along with Mocha and several G-5 soldiers, hurriedly piled into the cart. 

With that, we all began to ride the cart at full speed, the wind whipping around us. Sanji immediately moved closer, his eyes full of concern. "Y/N, hold onto me, I’ll protect you!" he declared with all the confidence of a knight. 

As the cart sped up even more, I braced myself, holding the little girl tightly. “I think I’ll be fine, Sanji,” I said with a teasing smile, glancing over at him. “Besides, I had a pretty good ride earlier, thanks to Zoro.”

Zoro smirked from his spot, arms crossed as he leaned back. “See? She knows a thrilling ride when she gets one.”

Sanji immediately bristled, his face turning red with jealousy. “Thrilling? You call that thrilling?” he sputtered, glaring daggers at Zoro. “I would’ve made sure you were carried with grace!”

Zoro shrugged nonchalantly. “She didn’t seem to mind.”

I laughed softly, teasing Zoro a little further. “Honestly, I didn’t expect it, but I did enjoy that ride, Zoro. It wasn’t too bad.”

Sanji’s jaw dropped, his face turning an even deeper shade of red, while Law let out an exasperated sigh, though I didn’t miss the flicker of jealousy in his eyes. Both of them seemed equally annoyed by Zoro’s smugness.

“Let’s just make sure we all survive this,” Law said, his voice slightly tense. “Then you can argue about who carries her better.” His usual calm demeanor slipped just a bit, revealing his own irritation at the situation.

Sanji, still glaring at Zoro, crossed his arms, clearly fuming. “You think carrying her like a sack of potatoes is something to brag about, mosshead? I would’ve treated her with the care she deserves!”

“Yeah, yeah,” Zoro muttered, rolling his eyes. “Keep talking, curly. You’re just mad she didn’t complain about the ride.”

Law’s expression hardened slightly as he shot a quick glance at me, his voice quiet but firm. “She’s under my care now. So, both of you can save your jealousy for later.”

I couldn’t help but smirk at the tension between the three of them.

Before things could escalate further, Nami broke the silence. "Why is there a dragon with us?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh, Momo. I met him at a garbage dump," Luffy replied casually.

“Father!” Momo cried out, rushing to hug Kin'emon’s now stone body.

“We can worry about that later,” Law interrupted, his focus still sharp. “Right now, we’ve got bigger problems.”

Just then, a loud explosion rocked the tunnel. “Damn, what’s happening now?” I muttered, feeling the tension rise.

“Must’ve been from Building D. That’s the SAD manufacturing room,” Law said grimly, his gaze flickering toward the source of the blast.

As we continued speeding down the tunnel, Chopper rushed toward me, his eyes wide with concern. “Y/N, your wounds,” he said, noticing my labored breathing.

“Don’t worry, Chopper,” I said, struggling to get the words out. “I’ll be fine… Once we make it out, I’ll be treated.”

“She’s right, and I’ll make sure of it,” Law chimed in, now sitting beside me, his tone filled with determination.

Sanji’s eyes narrowed, his jealousy flaring again. “Listen, Law, if you don’t keep your paws off Y/N—”

But before he could finish, Nami shouted, “The ceiling’s about to collapse!”

“Great, just what we need,” Usopp grumbled, panic clear in his voice. The rumble of the ceiling intensified, chunks of debris beginning to fall. “The ceiling leads to the mountains,” Law explained, his voice tense. “If it collapses, we’ll be buried.” “What are you gonna do about it, Law?” says Usopp

“Ahh!” Chopper yelped, pointing at the gas seeping into the tunnel.

I gasped as I realized the situation. “The poison... it's catching up to us.”

“Can we catch a damn break?!” Luffy groaned, clearly frustrated.

“If the falling rubble doesn’t kill us, the gas will,” Robin added calmly, her usual stoic demeanor intact despite the chaos.

“Can you stop being so morbid for once, Robin?!” Usopp yelled, freaking out.

“I can see the end of the tunnel!” Usopp suddenly shouted, his voice filled with hope.

“Just a little more!” Luffy yelled, urging everyone to hang on for just a few more moments.

[saintofdaggers]

I went and read the Reservoir Dogs screenplay like a sane person. most of it is stuff we've seen in the movie, obviously, but here are some highlights and some fun photos below the cut

first of all, this.

"friend."

then some of Larry's backstory from a deleted scene where Freddy finds his mugshot and they check his background (a scene which you can still find on Youtube)

then the scene where Larry fires at the cop car:

(Freddy, scared.)

(wounded animal noises)

(I understand why this dialogue was cut because it really would have messed with the tone of the scene, but "hair and footwear together, he's a goner" ended me. bless you, Freddy)

AND THEN,

now, some imagery!

in conclusion, what a movie.

[featheredclover]

Carmine Veils

Chapter Six

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Chapter Five > < Chapter Seven

The guards parted for Chandragupta as he walked down the long drawn corridor of Maharaj’s chamber and out into the open courtyard.

An eyebrow rose in amusement as he caught sight of the Rajkumari holding hands with Arnav.

What surprised him was the look of anguish on her face. He had been used to seeing chirpy, cherub Khushi, who wouldn’t think twice before playing a prank on him or the other ministers. He looked towards Arnav to gain a clue, when he noticed the marked impatience in him, etched in his actions.

“ Rajkumari! Has Manorama ji spared you today? Or has Arnav dared to deem her classes too dangerous and earned her ire?” Chandragupta ended with a chuckle.

“ Chandragupta ji, may I request an audience with the Maharaj?”

Khushi was shaken out of her senses at this. Arnav, who was ever conscious of the hierarchy, was addressing the head minister of her father’s durbar with a simple “ji”? She turned to Chandragupta ji, who seemed to be blissfully unaware of this stumble by Arnav.

Understanding dawned on him, and he was quick to signal a wave to the messenger who stood nearby at Arnav's request.

He looked at Arnav once more and smiled wistfully of an era gone by. He placed a heavy hand for a brief moment on Arnav’s head, as if in a blessing. And with that he left.

Khushi didn’t have much time to dwell on that moment, as the guards came calling.

The Maharaj was ready to see Arnav .

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Shashidhar looked at his daughter and the young man beside her keenly. He could sense the confusion, the anticipation and the discomfort engulfing the two.

He halted himself before he could draw conclusions.

“ Arnav. Since it was you who asked for my audience , I want you to speak first “

Arnav drew in a sharp breath.

“ Maharaj, I am unfit to guard the Rajkumari “

Khushi’s head shot sharply up at Arnav.

“ Why Arnav?”

“ Because she knows.”

His voice rang loudly against the marble pillars.

Khushi blinked. Her ears were ringing. Herpalms were sweaty. She was finally going mad.

“ Khushi “, her father’s gentle voice broke through her turmoil. She looked up at the two men and was vaguely aware of Arnav drawing up a seat for her as she settled down on her wobbly knees.

—————

18 years ago…..

The leaves rustled against the half open window, and the wind chimes tingled along. Shashi mused with amazement of how before marrying Garima he had lived without that beautiful sound. She had placed it there lovingly and another one in the chamber where he conducted his administrative work.

Looking at the woman sleeping in his arms, a smile stole up his lips. He had never imagined he would fall head first in love with the beautiful princess of Mewar. When his father had first discussed his impending betrothal, he had simply treated it as something to be done with so that both the dynasties could be strengthened.

How was he to know that he was going to be blessed with this angel? From the day they had been engaged, he had been lost in her laughter, the teasing lilt in her voice and her compassion, which couldn’t be hidden even when tried.

He knew he was a goner when he decided to retire from shooting, his favourite pastime .A flinch on Garima’s face, when he shot down a pigeon was enough for him to give up the sport altogether.

He carcassed the bump that had brought so much joy into their lives.Garima had glowed and bloomed with pregnancy. The Maharaj and Maharani had been busy devoting their time to ensure Garima ate on time, had what she craved for and simply spoiled her to their heart's content. The palace was in upheaval as they prepared for the arrival of their unborn child.

How did he get so lucky?

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Chandragupta barged in, and Aravind looked up from polishing his gun.

“ They have launched a war. Didn’t you hear? Those heathens are here. The Mewars have already sent a section of their army. The Mewar Maharajah has asked our king for his aid”

He paused for he knew what it meant.

The war was being fought at the border. The soldiers sent would face difficulty to return, if left alive. They would have to send someone who could establish not only a morale for the army but a life there.

“ So much urgency Chandra to send me away? “ Aravind winked.

Two men stood facing each other. Two men who had experienced boyhood and grown up together to be the golden men of their kingdom.

Shashi walked into the room and could sense the tension with the fear of the news he was about to bring.

“ Aravind..”

“ Come on Shashi! Not you too! I didn’t become the chief of defence because I wanted to sit in my chambers afraid for my life. I am made for this”

“ You may be . But what about Ratna?! You’ll leave her here? I don’t know when this war will end but I know that it will be decades before I see you again”

“ I don’t have a say in this Shashi. You know that Ratna will never stay behind. And yes Chandra before you begin, I have exhausted all my tricks to convince her”

A pitter patter of tiny feet broke the agitation, as a three year old boy with the most adorable smile came running towards them.

“ Da-da ! Da-da!” his eyes,an exact replica of his father's, filled with joy as he giggled and jumped towards his father, knowing that he would be there to catch him.

Aravind spun around his son and his laughter filled the room, easing the tension in the room.

“ What about Arnav, Aravind?”Chadragupta asked, his voice breaking.

“ Aravind, yo-“ Shashi began.

“ I’ll shoot you both down if you think Ratna and I will leave him here. He is my son and I know what I have to do. They’ll be safe there. If it is indeed to be the last few days of my life, would it be too selfish if I want my family near me?”

For the first time in years, the two friends saw a glimpse of vulnerability in Aravind’s eyes. If this is what love does to a man, they were no one to ask him to give it up.

Shashi took the ruby ring off his finger and presented it to Arnav, who looked at it with great interest, before trying to taste it.

“ What happens if you are not there to love them anymore?” Shashi asked gently.

Aravind replied with a calm that belied his eyes.

“ You remember my guru? From my years in the far land. He will take them in. I have sent him a letter and Ratna….she knows what to do”

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Present

“ He defeated the Tughlaqs. But was fatally wounded”

Shashi spoke as his eyes stared unseeingly towards the window.

“ I was frantic with worry. Chandragupta went along with a set of soldiers to bring those who were stranded back. But Ratna and Arnav were nowhere to be found “

He shut his eyes as he relieved the pain from decades ago.

“ I was about to go to China, when Garima….she died in childbirth…I was lost in grief and had to care for my daughter . I received a letter from Ratna six months later.”

He turned towards Arnav.

“ You won’t believe Arnav, the relief we all felt. We couldn’t come to get you because the Yuan dynasty declared the communications between our land closed due to their ongoing war. “

“ We…I never knew that the war would go on for two decades . I apologise for-”

“ Please Maharaj, I don’t hold you guilty of anything. Not even ma. We were happy there. My teacher told me so many tales of my father that I never felt that I lost him. I just…just wished I had more time with him”

Smiling sadly, Shashi sighed. “ Death of a loved one is something you never get past“

“Is that why Ratna chose to stay back? “ he asked.

“ No, no. She said she couldn’t handle coming back now when I …”

“Khushi” Shashi interrupted Arnav’s trailing voice as he addressed his daughter.

“ Arnav….He is a spy for us against the rebels. He is not really your guard. Just a role he had to play to convince the rioters who were doubting his ability to get their job done. And yes don’t get me started on how furious I am that you followed him in the middle of the night! And to expect Hari Prakash to stay quiet after you put yourself in the path of danger!”

“ But-but- Baba I-“

“No buts! You have proved that you really do need guards.”

Turning towards Arnav he said,“ I think it is time to end this. They have gone far too long without facing our kingdom’s wrath”

Arnav stood straight on his feet “ Yes, it’s time”

“You both may leave. And yes, Khushi you can’t meet Arnav till the issue is resolved. That will be your punishment “ his eyes rounded in mock anger as Khushi blushed a faint red.

The sky was painted pink as Arnav and Khushi stepped out. Two hearts finally beating without the chains of secrets and doubts holding them back.

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[talas-first-lady]

Ok so I get the feeling that The Girls on the Bus is not going to be in any way conclusive but let's talk for a moment about these dumb candidates:

Lady with fruit sex scandal: out of the race due to fruit sex scandal.

Old dude: dead.

Aguabro: turns out this was all a publicity stunt to launch his new movie. Also yes, he plays a superhero named Aguabro.

Sadie's ex gf: big scandal about one of her donors being a skeezy sex guy, which she has handled by acting 500% suspicious, so she's basically a goner.

White dude: being paid off by an evil crypto bro who is trying to get revenge on #4.

Know who that leaves? Who is the only candidate still in the race who does not have something MASSIVELY wrong with them?

Time for Democratic nominee Tala!

[gyll-yee-haw]

How would Jake be with a cat mom????

A NECESSITY!!!

This is just 100% fluff, no warnings :)

Jake grew up with dogs, and like... HUGE dogs

So he would be so confused about it all at first

About all those cat mannerisms that we know and love

Like how does this little animal knows it's exactly 7:15 pm, time to bite until it gets fed

And how is it more dangerous than a german shepherd

I think that at first he would be like "yeah, I'm not good at this, sorry..."

But the first time the cat decides to sit on his lap, he's a goner

Like, he would bring it up at parties "I was chosen. He doesn't trust most people, but he showed me his belly."

Big "dad who didn't want the cat but would die and kill for it in the end" energy

He goes on a never ending mission to buy a toy that the cat likes, because his dogs always played with the things he bought

So he just can't understand why a paper towel is more interesting than absolutely any toy/bed he's ever bought

So he jumps to the next mission, in which he just buys treats instead

And let's hope your cat isn't one of those that prefers to eat cardboard, cause it would break his heart

"I don't understand!! Am I the problem? Y/N, he doesn't like me"

5 seconds later, the cat headbuts his hand halfway when he was about to pet it, and he almost cries "no, he loves me, actually!!"

Soon enough he will learn everything and become obsessed

THEM. NAPPING. TOGETHER.

He would post so many pics of the cat(s) on his Instagram stories, he's in this era

Tell so many funny stories about the cats on interviews

Yeah, cats, cause he wants more now

But let's talk about you

He would be so grateful that you introduced him into this world

And he would buy you everything cat related, mugs, earrings, notebooks, clothes

TAKING THE CAT TO MEET HIS DOG LEO FOR THE FIRST TIME AND LEO EXHALES THE EXACT SAME CONFUSED ENERGY

"What is this spicy creature, father?" - is what that head tilt means

Like Leo will be slapped a few times

But then they will be besties too, cuddlebugs

Jake comes to the conclusion that he could never find a bed at a store because the cat was destined to nap on top of Leo

And it never fails to bring a smile to your face... how you love your little family <3

[str4ngr]

Can I order a number 4 angst prompt with Tsukasa from Dr.stone please?

the lack of you.

s. tsukasa. | my drug, my addiction.

cw: angst, canon divergent, nerdy-ish/craft-y, gn! reader. wc: 547. notes: order up. not proofread.

Often times, humans easily become used to the presence of others. Like second nature, if someone lingered, you may not notice unless it's unusual.

That's how Tsukasa came to know you as a classmate, a viewer, a friend, and maybe something more. But this was no longer after-class help with homework. When Tsukasa came by your petrified body, covered in vine and flora the beautifully decorated your figure, he was merciless when he destroyed your figure.

⋆

Sitting beside such an intimidating person was hard, especially when Tsukasa was as attractive as he was. You were a model student—excellent grades, perfect attendance, skilled in crafts, and highly regarded by your teachers. Tsukasa, on the other hand, did not fit this mold, though not by choice. Rumor had it he was a professional MMA fighter, which intrigued you

Tsukasa wasn't rough or callous—at least, not to you. In your eyes, he spoke softly, carefully watching as you explained a math problem to him. In your eyes, his lips twitched into a soft smile as he talked about his sister. In your eyes, he was a gentle man.

You were helplessly attracted to him, offering help with his homework, watching the almost theatrical performances of his matches. Truly helpless.

But he wasn't the same anymore.

When you were revived, it was by a girl with a sweet smile and a horn like headband. She introduced herself as Yuzuriha, and asked you to join her and her friends, apparently aware of your interest in crafts, "to defeat Tsukasa."

...'defeat'?

Your face immediately twisted in confusion. You knew Tsukasa Shishio. You knew he would never do this. At least you wanted to believe that. The air in your lungs turned into a boulder as Yuzuriha brought you to a faraway cave, showing you the shattered-- no, obliterated remains of people. Innocent people.

Tsukasa did this?

The same Tsukasa who told you about how much his baby sister loved mermaids? How he wanted to make a seashell necklace for her? The one who shied when he got a math question wrong?

Shishio did this?

It was unimaginable. A man so powerful abusing his strength for what? It couldn't be his sister, someone could have been a doctor, a nurse, a researcher to help her. Coming to a conclusion was impossible. Your heart shattered, just like those statues,

"He did the same to you,"

Yuzuriha's gentle voice echoed within the cold walls of the cavern. Your hands shook, and tears streamed from your eyes as pathetic sobs filled the silence of pity between the two of you.

⋆

Tsukasa missed you dearly. His hand struggled to swing with the same viciousness since the day your statue was broken. He sat at his throne, staring mindlessly as those he brought back to life worked around him.

To him, you were gone—irreparably gone. Destroyed. Dead. To you, he was a goner. A man changed. A killer. Though neither were completely accurate assumption, both of you felt a hole begin to bloom in your hearts. The emptiness beginning to form as the idea of each other changed. You were no longer, and he was no longer him.

Maybe, just maybe, if the green flash never glimmered through the afternoon sky that day, things would be different.

[dangermousie]

1. ML of Love of Nirvana still continues to be a mini drama ML rampaging in a “proper” production. I love it but that man is 100% a goner by the end. He’s got enough death flags to open a whole flag franchise.

2. I sped ran through Pinocchio. As you can tell by the fact that I did a 20 ep drama in less than a day, there was a lot of skipping and 4x.

Honestly, out of all the LJS dramas I’ve watched, I like this one the least except for Big Mouth (and Big Mouth was actually a better drama imo just not my type of narrative.) LJS is great as usual and Park Shin Hye surprisingly OK (she’s one of the very popular actors where I don’t get the love) and supporting cast quite solid but the story was honestly a mess, various narratives stitched together haphazardly.

I am still trying to figure out what is the point of having a separated brother who’s a killer, gets arrested in ep 8 and then occasionally dispenses world wisdom from behind bars. (Not even getting into the fact that a man who’d kill three men for revenge the way he did is not gonna be sure fair enough bring down the rest legally little bro I am gonna confess. Or the fact that the way they wasted Yoon Kyun Sang in that pointless role was criminal.)

And the mom is a character who makes no sense - the way she randomly got redeemed as a journalist and mother made zero sense. Also not a fan of the whole “she got bribed” narrative as the original one of journalist just seeking eyeballs and doing anything for it hit harder and is more common.

The way she escaped truly significant punishment was…well.

Anyway, that drama was a mess.

3. My next modern binge drama (since My Country the New Age is too heavy and meaty to really mainline) is Hello Monster aka I Remember You.

I am less than half an ep in but I am adoring it. I miss the days when Jang Nara played roles that did not revolve around cheated on wives. Also only she could make that character adorable instead of annoying. And this drama has EVERYONE!

Clearly I need my drama to have a serial killer in it to be addicted. So..

In conclusion that’s FL about ML in Hello Monster. Persistence is our all!!!

[eriexplosion]

REUNION! MY BOY IS COMING BACK HOME IN THE WORST WAY POSSIBLE!

It's the way that we start with Crosshair talking about his own squad and showing zero real interest in it, just the completely calm assessment that a scout team won't be enough to take them out. Later he's going to actually care that it's His Squad, right now he really does not. No reaction to orders to terminate them. Knowing how much Crosshair gives a shit in every other aspect despite trying SO HARD NOT TO, it just really stands out.

Wrecker's teaching skills.... TEN SECONDS TILL WE"RE BOTH GONERS. HONEY WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT? What if we just do all our training by traumatizing the child forever with the possibility of imminent death. But he didn't let her train with a live explosive. He's not crazy!

"I failed my first disarming test too" great was that a smoke bomb or not because knowing the kaminoans and the state of your head I am considering that it was a live explosive.

I love their casual awareness that they're being watched, it's just very attractive when the batch is extremely competent.

"Wrecker says he has it under control" "That's not comforting" THANKS FOR THE VOTE OF CONFIDENCE TECH

This is one of my favorite shots of Echo I just think they look very attractive perched up there. Now on the question of HOW are they perched up there? We just don't know.

Echo still losing it over the mere concept of anything that might make them money because all of it is Crime.

Also I'm keeping a count on how long it takes for Tech's hair to spontaneously reappear, so far he still has his bald patch.

WRECKER CRAVES THE PROTON TORPEDO MORE THAN LIFE.

"Hunter, we're soldiers. What other path is there?" I feel like the ultimate conclusion for the show is going to be a mix of these two's extremes. Hunter wants a path that is fully out of the danger, away from all of it, and that's clearly not going to be allowed to happen. Echo wants a path that they understand, and the soldier's life is safe and comfortable to them. Ultimately, they don't need to just be soldiers, but they also can't just walk away from it all, no one can. The Empire doesn't only come for soldiers.

STILL CANNOT BELIEVE THEY GAVE US THIS SHOT.

"It's most likely a short circuit" right before several ships fly overhead. It is DEFINITELY NOT A SHORT CIRCUIT.

Hunter basically saying 'Tech you know Crosshair's too stubborn to be put off by a blocked scanner'

GOD I AM ALL CAUGHT UP ON THIS ACTUALLY. It's Crosshair, it's his stubbornness, it's his ruthless battle tactics, it's his knowledge, he just doesn't Care about anything but the mission and his orders, when those were always down near the bottom of his priority list before. Now they're all that registers. It's all the things that make him dangerous and none of the things that make him belong with them.

Stop throwing your goddamn toothpicks you filthy littering bitch (affectionate)

Crosshair knowing they'd cut into the comms so he redirected them away from the hangar by saying to push them to the hangar... GENUINELY CHIPPED CROSSHAIR REMAINS THE MOST TERRIFYING THING IN THE SHOW. Cannot outsmart him he knows all the Moves. No wonder they couldn't keep him chipped outside of this, he'd have won eventually if he was still trying this hard.

"Why come after us" honey he doesn't have an OPTION. Hunter and Omega trying to talk him down is sweet but absolutely useless. But then, what other options do they have? The thing is even if they stunned him here, what then, the place is crawling with Imperials and it was the only place they had to remove their chips. If they HADN'T been found here, maybe things would have been different but...

Also I was right, Crosshair didn't learn about the chips until episode eight and it was just Hunter and Omega telling him they existed. Nothing about how they worked, nothing about how powerful they are, and he has no reason to believe them right off. And with only finding out MAYBE half an hour before it gets annihilated with radiation, of course he doesn't believe them. He doesn't really have a reference point to notice he's being controlled on any level.

Still amazed at the sheer coldness of 'aim for the kid though' like Brutal

I think this guy here might be Omega's first kill? She uses her bow several times in Decommissioned, but all of those were droids. I wonder if she's really realized the weight of that yet. Also that her first kill was another clone, which, Ow.

All of that and she's still so small that Tech has to help her jump off a step.

WRECKER I CARE ABOUT TECH'S ION ENGINE INFODUMP DON'T INTERRUPT HIM.

Tech nearly getting sniped here - I stand by my headcanon that the reason Crosshair misses them so often in particular is because the chip has major control but sniping requires SUCH PRECISION that the tiny little muscle twitches that might sneak through, small enough that they wouldn't change anything for any other weapon, are enough to throw his aim off.

TRY AGAIN HUNTER babe I don't know that he can hear you.

"Crosshair wouldn't do that, would he" Omega I cannot emphasize enough that it does not MATTER what Crosshair would do just like it didn't matter what WRECKER would do last episode.

I do really want to know what Plan 7 is

The ion engine coming on and the ring of explosions looks SO good, that's some good fucking animation.

And CROSSHAIR RUNS TOWARDS IT LIKE WHATTTT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING TO DO HERE?

I mean at least blasting him with radiation will take out the chip but goddamn. The burn scar is SO MUCH and then he fucking falls on that side of his face.

Do you think that the smell of his own flesh burning reminded him at all of the civilians he had killed?

Sorry I'm normal again, Crosshair carries the dark thoughts with him like a cloud.

The reveal of all the dead clones around their ship is so good for Bane's reveal. And this is still so much better having watched TCW because the first time I watched I LITERALLY HAD NO IDEA WHO THE HELL THIS WAS.

The way that he just drops Hunter and the music completely cuts out and then gets really fucking intense no wonder a few people thought for a hot second that they killed Hunter off just like that.

This is also why you can't take the musical cues for if a death is real or not because they WILL go intense whether they're dead or alive if the moment calls for it.

"Get me on the shuttle" what the fuck did the radiation do to the chip that it turned Crosshair completely feral for a hot second because he is barely breathing and he's like I AM GOING TO COMMIT MURDER RIGHT NOW.

GOD I LOVE THE POV SHOT FROM HUNTER'S HELMET. The way they do this with Omega too later (and honestly it would be amazing setup for doing the same thing with Tech's goggle recordings come on it is RIGHT THERE)

[not-ishmael]

A (not so) Brief Study Into the Nature of Deltarune

TL;DR:

For some time I've been quite intrigued by the appearance of some very particular leitmotifs that Undertale's and Deltarune's OSTs have in common. This took me down a rabbit hole that ended with the realization that it's quite possible that DR Sans and UT Sans are one in the same, and the Reset Theory on Deltarune is probably right.

This forces me to believe that Deltarune is a prequel from the perspective of the characters, and a spiritual sequel from the perspective of the Soul/Player.

The Pre-Sequel Theory

First and foremost, pardon my english. I'm quite proud of my english skills, but it's not my first language and sometimes I mess up.

This is a LONG post. There's a lot -a LOT- of text and no images at all to ease the reading. I advice jumping into it only if you don't have anything better to do for a bit. The PDF I firstly wrote this on is 6 and a half pages long.

Index:

Motivations.

Clues in Undertale.

Clues in Deltarune.

The Delta Rune.

Conclusions.

Problems with this theory.

Blood (This part is skippable).

Discussion of the problems.

1 Motivations:

I've always been fascinated by soundtracks and ever since Undertale came up, its soundtrack wasn't an exception.

More recently I've been a bit more focused on the leitmotifs that Toby Fox uses in both game's soundtracks and, as many people have found, they share a lot of common themes. For many of them it's easy to understand why (for instance, for common character's themes, like Sans') but for some others it's not so much.

Having a more or less clear relationship between the games through the music, I tried to study the nature of this relationship, and what elements outside the music can be used as proof of this connection. This got me to Sans ,because of course it did.

Trying to justify this took me down the rabbit hole that theory crafting around Sans has always been, and the musical side of my reasoning ended up being a small part of the whole thing. Regardless I'm quite happy with the result, albeit it's not free of problems that I'll address and discuss at the end.

I'd like to also thank @determinators, who's incredible character analysis on Chara inspired me to write this whole thing.

With that out of the way, let's begin by talking about small details that Undertale gives us and hints to it being connected to Deltarune in some way:

2 Clues in Undertale:

There’s a lot of non-music related hints that point towards a possible connection between both games in Undertale. I tried to make a small summarize of all the most important signs I’ve found.

To begin with, there are a couple of small details that show that Sans Undertale seems to have quite the interesting backstory, these being:

Both him and Papyrus appeared one day in Snowdin, seemenly out of nowhere.

In Sans’ lab there’s a broken machine and a poorly drawn picture of 3 people we don’t recognize with ”don’t forget” written on it.

Sans insists a lot about about how he gave up trying to go back (somewhere, sometime, or both).

On the other hand there’s the famous Gaster’s Entry 17, that could imply some knowledge of the Dark Fountains by the former Royal Scientist. Gaster related as well, there’s Clam Girl, who mentions a monster named Suzy. Soon before the release of Deltarune, in the Switch version of the game, Clam Girl would turn grey and says that the time to meet this Suzy ”... is fast approaching”, before disappearing with the sound Mystery Man makes when disappearing himself. Although Suzy is not written the same way as Susie, there’s no reason to believe that Clam Girl is not talking about Deltarune’s Susie. This not only hints to Undertale and Deltarune being connected, but to Gaster being behind the whole connection, since Clam Girls turns into a goner sprite and disappears the same way Mystery Man does. I know Mystery Man is not confirmed to be Gaster, but it’s definitely related to him in someway.

There must be something going on with Papyrus as well, since he’s Sans’ brother and comes to Snowdin with him, but in Undertale he doesn’t seem to know as much as Sans knows. This could mean, since Papyrus doesn’t bleed, that Undertale Papyrus and Undertale Sans are not the same kind of being, and don't share a past.

2.1 Sans’ lines during combat:

During the fight against Sans, nearing the end of the Genocide Route, we get some clues about his backstory within his lines of dialogue. He begins, after the Player’s first attack, by saying:

our reports showed a massive anomaly in the timespace continuum. timelines jumping left and right, stopping and starting...until suddenly, everything ends. heh heh heh... that's your fault, isn't it?

We don’t know who is he working with, but it seems they know very well about the power to control the timeline, since they were monitoring it.

Sans continues with:

knowing that one day, without any warning... it's all going to be reset.

look. i gave up trying to go back a long time ago. and getting to the sur-ace doesn't really appeal anymore, either. cause even if we do...we'll just end up right back here, without any memory of it, right?

to be blunt...it makes it kind of hard to give it my all.

Here we get a bit more information. Sans is -understandably- depressed about the whole reset situation, but mentions ”going back” somewhere. We know it’s not somewhen since he doesn’t remember earlier timelines -besides the occasional déjà vu- and it’s not the Surface because he mentions it right after that line. So, where else would Sans be trying to go back to? It can’t be anywhere in the Undertale world, since he can move freely through the Underground - even through teleportation- and he specifically states that it’s not the Surface. Thus it can only mean somewhere outside the Undertale world.

A bit after that he continues with:

all i know is... seeing what comes next... i can't afford not to care anymore.

What does he mean by ”seeing what comes next”? He doesn’t know the future, nor what the Player did in other timelines. So, what is he seeing? I have no clue for what he could be referring too, but I do think that the answer lies within Deltarune’s story. We’ll have to wait for future chapters to know.

2.2 Sans’ secret lab:

After Sans gives the Silver Key -which appears to be a reference to a book about timetravel by H.P. Lovecraft- to the Player, we can access the Secret Lab hidden underneath his house. Inside of it we find:

A covered up broken machine.

Blueprints for a machine written in un- readable symbols.

A badge.

A photo album with:

A picture of Sans, happy, with other people the Player doesn’t recognize.

If the Player already fought Asriel: A second picture appears, showing Sans, Frisk and their friends.

After the v1.001 patch of the game, if the Player has talked to Clam Girl and knows of Suzy, from the back of the photo album sticks out a poorly drawn picture of three smiling people with the words ”Don’t Forget” written on it.

The first three items, although interesting, don’t give us much to work with. The machine is covered up and the blueprints are unreadable. The badge could become another huge hint in the future, if during Deltarune’s festival Sans happens to win a badge for winning at something, but this is purely speculation so I won’t be taking it into account.

The pictures and the drawing, on the contrary, give us much more information. Let's discuss them a bit more in depth:

2.2.1 The photo album:

By the time the Player gets the Silver Key, possibly after the battle with Asriel, they (and Frisk) have met every main character in Undertale’s story. Thus, the people in the first picture, who neither the Player nor Frisk recognize, can’t be anyone we know. They could be people from other places in the Underground Frisk hasn’t met -although from a storytelling perspective this doesn’t make much sense- or they could be from the Deltarune world -which makes a lot more sense storywise-.

Furthermore, there’s the poorly drawn picture. Since this picture only appears after talking to Clam Girl, a character heavily tied to Deltarune -specifically to one Deltarune Character-, and it has the words ”Don’t forget” -words that don't mean anything special in Undertale, but are extremely important an present in Deltarune from the very beginning- written on it, it’s safe to assume that the three poorly drawn characters are a trio from Deltarune. Due to Frisk not recognizing them, they have to be characters that only appear on Deltarune. What trio of characters do we know from Deltarune that fit these characteristics? I’m fairly sure Kris and Susie are two of the three, but the third is a bit more complicated. My first suspect was that it was Ralsei, but since he’s a darkner and we don’t know if darkners will be able to get to the Light world somehow, nor if Sans will end up in a Dark world; I’m more inclined to leave that third character’s identity up for debate. My other candidate is Noelle, since Berdly dies in the Snowgrave route of Chapter 2 -and Toby Fox likes to keep all possible endings as canon- and we don’t know any other important lightner that doesn’t appear in Undertale as well.

3 Clues in Deltarune:

Since we have just 2 chapters -out of Toby knows how many-, not many hints to Undertale appear in the second game. Still, much can be said from the leitmotifs that can be heard in the game’s soundtrack, which was the main motivation for this analysis.

3.1 A brief introduction to leitmotifs:

*This part is skippable if you know what a leitmotif is*

To those who don’t know, a leitmotif is a small piece of melody that appears many times in a composition, and is associated to someone, somewhere or an idea. Examples of this are the main themes of characters: a recognizable simple melody that is associated to a specific someone-For instance, the melody in Nyeh Heh Heh!, which would be Papyrus’ leitmotif-.

Soundtracks are rigged with leitmotifs, and neither Undertale’s nor Deltarune’s soundtracks are an exception. Since each one is associated to a specific character, place or idea, the use of the same ones in both games is something to keep in mind.

3.2 Leitmotifs that appear in both games:

The first song that plays inside the world of Deltarune, in Chapter 1, is Beginning, which has 2 leitmotifs in it: Once upon a time -from Undertale-, and Don’t Forget, -from Deltarune-. This second leitmotif appears in several other songs in Chapter 1, and in some of Chapter 2.

The song that plays in the menu after you finish Chapter 1 is called Before the Story, which has the exact same melody as in Once upon a time. This leitmotif is one of the most -if not he most- used in Undertale’s soundtrack. For me, it’s kind of the ”Undertale theme”, for how much it appears in the soundtrack of the game -same as Don't Forget would be Deltarune's theme-.

There are some other Undertale leitmotifs in Deltarune’s OST that I won’t be taking into consideration. These are the character’s leitmotifs, like Sans’, and other that represent important emotions like determination, despair and hope-These leitmotifs are a bit difficult to recognize if you’re not deep into the music side of the games. Determination can be heard, among others, in Undertale’s Determination and Deltarune’s Rude Buster; Despair corresponds to the melody in Undertale’s Burn in Despair, and appears in Your Best Nightmare, Vs. Susie and at Queen’s basement, right before the Spamton NEO fight; and Hope is sometimes called ”Snowdin’s theme”, which appears in Undertale’s Snowdin Town and Hopes and Dreams -thus why I prefer to call it Hope’s leitmotif- and in Deltarune’s A Town Called Hometown-. These leitmotifs being in both games is to be expected, since they either represent common characters or common emotions to both games, so they're not really relevant to the theory.

Going back to the theory, the use of ”Don’t Forget” as a title for the most present leitmotif in Deltarune is a bit on the nose, taking into account the poorly drawn picture in Sans’ Secret Lab. The soundtrack acts as a constant reminder to not forget -pun intended- that drawing. But this isn’t the only insinuation Toby’s left in the game’s music. There’s another, much obscurer clue, it being the name of the song Before the Story. Since it plays in the menu only after you play Chapter 1, it can’t be referring to ”before the story” of Deltarune, since that story has already begun. So, what if the Story is Undertale’s? If so, since it uses the most important leitmotif of Undertale in a song called ”Before the Story”, this would imply that Deltarune’s story happens before Undertale.

3.3 Non-musical clues:

How the Player interacts with the world seems to also indicate a relationship between games. Specifically those lines that point to the Player knowing characters -or things about characters- that Kris doesn’t know yet. This in and of itself is not enough to prove that the games are a direct sequel and prequel of each other but, in combination with everything else already discussed it does add to that idea.

4 The Delta Rune:

Both the appearance of the Delta Rune in both games and its name are big indicators of this connection between games. Even though in Undertale it’s not known what its original meaning was, there’s a prophecy that sounds remarkably alike to the Delta Rune Legend from Deltarune. In Undertale there are two interpretations: either the Angel will murder all monsters, or free them all from the Underground. Additionally, in Deltarune, the Legend Ralsei tells us says that the Angel is to be defeated by three heroes: two lightners -a human and a monster- and a darkner.

Since the Delta Rune is older than written history in Undertale and it’s original meaning was lost to time, that one of the 2 interpretations for this symbol is so close to the Legend Ralsei gives us, with an evil Angel instead of a benevolent one, could mean that, originally, both Runes had the same meaning behind.

5 Conclusions:

With all this in mind, I’m quite sure now that at the end of Deltarune Sans will end up being stuck in Undertale’s world, possibly using the machine he keeps covered up in his lab. Since Papyrus doesn’t seem to be much different to any other monster in the Underground I don’t think he comes from Deltarune’s world, so I fear a tragic end for the Papyrus we’re yet to meet.

This ending would make sense of the whole ”Your choices don’t matter” thing. The Snowgrave route seemed to contradict this statement but, if just Sans is going to Undertale, whatever you do on Deltarune’s Universe won’t matter to Sans’ end. Undertale’s story is already written and the end we got will remain untouched, as Toby said. This also implies that our actions don't matter to Deltarune’s world end too. This, plus the possible death of Papyrus, points to a violent end of the game. Being blunt: I think the Roaring is inevitable.

But if Deltarune is a prequel, how is it that the Player recognizes the characters that both games have in common and it’s advised that the game is played after Undertale? I believe the game is a prequel from Sans’ perspective, and a spiritual sequel from the Player’s. The Player, being the meta-being that it is in the games, doesn’t need to abide by the same temporal rules the characters are forced to follow. Thus there's no contradiction in Deltarune being a prequel to Undertale.

6 Problems with this theory:

To prove this theory we need for Papyrus to die and the Roaring to happen. It’s a grim condition, perhaps too much so that I don’t see Toby having a dream about it and deciding to dedicate the next +10 years of his life to make a game about it; or perhaps it's just the kind of dramatic and emotive ending that would motivate someone to do exactly just that.

UT Papyrus seems to not know anything about his brother’s possible past in another world, and acts as if they had been together since forever. They both appeared one day in Snowdin and his past seems as mysterious as Sans’, but they can’t be directly related since Papyrus doesn’t bleed.

I don’t know how will Sans get to Undertale’s world (my guess is Gaster, but he’s a bit of an easy-way-out in theory crafting).

Naming a song doesn’t need to be a very thought out process, even if Toby Fox has a tendency to be very attentive to details. The name of Before the story could just be a synonym to "Main menu".

Grillby’s. Sans’ convenience store, ’Sans, appears to have the same façade as Grillby’s in Undertale, with the name of Grillby rubbed off. This small detail is a possible proof against the sequel thesis, albeit it could just mean that Hometown had a Grillby’s before Sans’ convenience store and it closed down for some unknown reason.

It’s debated whether monsters from Deltarune have magic or not. There are some indications that they do have magical powers, but for some reason seem to have forgotten about them and it’s been left as an obscure thing very little people know about. Anyhow, Sans does have -very powerful- magic powers in Undertale, so this uncertainty could disprove the whole theory.

7 Blood.

*This entire part is skippable, after reading the TL;DR*

TL;DR: As always, blood seems to be the biggest issue around Sans’ theories. To summarize, unless we get undeniable proof that DR monsters do bleed in some way before turning into dust, Sans bleeding could be a huge weak point for this theory.

Before I finish this post, I'd like to address one of the biggest conundrums in Undertale: Sans' blood. Throughout the post I've gone with the assumption that Sans can bleed without proving it in anyway.

It’s fair to say that Sans does bleed in Undertale before turning into dust outside the screen, and he’s the only Undertale monster that does. We know he bleeds because he does it from the mouth as well, far from where the Player cuts him, which would only happen with regular bleeding around a digestive system rather than with ketchup stored in his rib cage. But, is there any indication that Deltarune monsters bleed?

This is highly debatable, but there are some unused sprites that show Susie bleeding. Even though they are unused, why would Toby Fox make them if the thought of bleeding monsters wasn’t in his mind? There’s a monster kid - not the Monster Kid- that asks Kris if it hurts to be made of blood, which implies that monsters are not; but the bleeding Susie sprite is a huge indicative that Toby had this idea of monsters bleeding in Deltarune.

Regarding the ”everybody bleeds” quote, in the Japanese version of the game Susie doesn’t mention blood but ”wounds”, using a word in no way related to blood or bloody wounds. Because of this, the quote is probably just a figure of speech. It’s a bit odd that a monster would use a figure of speech that mentions blood, but it’s probably because the script is written by a human, for humans to read; or that she comes from a human community, as some have hypothesised.

7.1 Berdly’s death:

Anyhow, monsters in Deltarune do seem to turn into dust after they die. Gerson, for instance, had his dust buried with his hammer, following a similar funeral ritual to that of Undertale. But Berdly, who is presumably dead after Chapter 2 if the Snowgrave route was taken, didn’t. At least, not for a long time, from after he died until Kris, Susie and Noelle leave the Librarby.

The toy in the hospital’s waiting room appears to confirm to Berdly’s death, since one of the blue beads breaks off after Snowgrave -this means there's more than 1 blue bead, possibly 2: one for Berdly and one for Kris-. But can we be certain that this means death? We do know this toy symbolizes the state of the game: the beads’ colours are the same as the main characters’, it’s said that they each ”march along their set paths", reminding us that our actions don't matter, and in the end of Chapter 2 - if nobody died- it says that the beads "march on". Berdly’s coloured bead being broken and off the rail after Snowgrave, and him appearing to ”not be awake” in the Light world indicate the end of the road for that character. It’s safe to assume that this detail does confirm that he dies after Snowgrave. But if so, how is it that his body didn’t turn immediately into dust?

In the Neutral route, Berdly’s arm gets burned and, after the Dark Fountain gets sealed, his arm doesn’t seem to respond. It’s not burned, just not moving. From this we can assume that injuries in the Dark world have physical manifestations in the Light world. This explains why Berdly is just dead and not frozen after Snowgrave. But it also could mean that he’s not completely dead, but fallen down, a comatose fatal state. This could mean that the broken bead does means certain death, just not right away. If so, then there’s nothing pointing to Deltarune monsters being any different to Undertale’s in nature, other than their apparent lack of magic powers, and this whole theory crumbles to dust -pun intended-.

As always, blood seems to be the biggest issue around Sans’ theories. So, to summarize, unless we get undeniable proof that monsters bleed in some way before turning into dust, this will keep on being a huge weak point in this theory.

8 Discussion of the problems:

Regardless of these problems, including the blood one, I still believe that this theory holds. There’s enough evidence to back up the thesis. Even if monsters don’t bleed in Deltarune, it’d make perfect sense for Sans UT to be from this world and not Undertale’s.

Nevertheless, if the blood problem isn’t explained through Deltarune, new theories will have to arise to explain why Sans is so different from any other monster.

Furthermore, if bleeding is not something Deltarune monsters do, then it’s possible that UT Papyrus is the same as DR Papyrus, like Sans, since the main reason for that distinction was that Papyrus didn’t bleed. This would imply an ending a bit less grim for the skeleton duo, although the inevitability of the Roaring still looks unavoidable to maintain the whole theme of the game: ”Your choices don’t matter ”

[theschizotypalsolilquy]

Dramione

Age gap

After accidentally entering the wrong Malfoy office, Hermione Granger is now finally in the sights of one Draco Malfoy, the father of her best friend, and whom she has had a crush on for years.

Draco is immediately enchanted by the young woman, and is ready to treat her like a queen.

But both of them are very good at hiding certain aspects of their personalities, which happen to be brought out by each other.

Together, however, they find they are a perfect fit. And that they don't have to hide who they are.

Although this is a wip, I wanted to recommend it because I adore this fic. Draco is OBSESSED with Hermione, but not in a toxic way. He thinks she is absolutely precious. He's a goner for her the moment she enters his office, and is ready to spend the rest of his life with her. Hermione is adorable and loves every aspect of Draco, even Mr. Monster (you'll find out and trust me it's worth it).

The secondary characters are just as well-written, and everybody eventually makes an appearance. Hermione is the only one out of the original franchise who is aged down. Everyone else is in their 40s.

Mind the tags, though. With the title, it's not hard to come to the conclusion that there is a huge daddy kink going on. But this isn't an age-play fic.