#just really vulnerable and naive and confused

[carnage-cathedral]

thinking about how much dormancy changed me

[bwabys-scenarios]

Hello dear! How are you? Could you please do Perv! Chrollo if it's not too much trouble? I haven't seen much Perv Chrollo content out there, and I'd love to see that in your writing! You can ignore it if you want, have a nice day ♡ (Sorry if it seemed confusing, English is not my first language ☠️)

His pretty girl

Perv!Chrollo x Fem!Reader

warnings: perv behavior, panting stealing, reader is mentioned to be chubby, excessive gift giving, somno, dubcon, reader is innocent and naive, breeding kink, pregnancy, bit of Yandere chrollo if you squint, Chrollo calls you princess/angel/goddess, minor manga spoilers about Shalnark

A/N: not the biggest chrollo fan but him being head over heels in love and just a big softy with his lover does do something for me.

NSFW: @lightshowerrr @jungtoast @nenggie @pannacottababy @aliceattheart @atransmuter

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Unlike most pervs, Chrollo is much sneakier with his perversion. You won’t catch him sniffing your panties or jacking off to pictures of your cute face… but you will find pairs of your panties covered in his cum in your dresser, and lots of pictures of you saved on his phone if you go looking.

Chrollo absolutely adores you, he enjoys seeing you blush and stutter when you find a particularly nasty love letter stuffed into your mailbox, or those pair of missing lacy panties folded neatly on your bed, with strange stains on them.

He first fell for you when Shalnark introduced him to you. You met Shal through the Hunter exam years ago, though you didn’t pass. Regardless, the two of you stayed good friends, with Shal making sure you stayed safe while under his care.

But Shalnark was quick to back off the second Chrollo showed interest in you. You were just too cute, with your chubby frame and pretty face. Chrollo had never really put much thought into his sexual preferences, but seeing your plump ass and fat tits was enough to awaken something… sinful in him.

After that first meeting, you started receiving little gifts from him. At first, they were just pretty trinkets that Chrollo found on his missions, but as his obsession and adoration for you grew, those little trinkets because expensive dresses and luxurious jewelry.

At first you thought it was just him being generous with you, considering your living situation wasn’t the best. You were very appreciative, your cheeks heating up and your voice small when he smiled sweetly after you thanked him.

But over time, strange things started happening that you just couldn’t explain!

Your windows would be open in the morning when you were sure you closed them last night… and what was that sticky stuff on your face?

Chrollo had gotten into the habit of breaking in to watch you sleep. In the beginning, it was because he felt such intense love and care for you that he just couldn’t bear the thought of you getting harmed in your most vulnerable state!

He’d sit at the edge of your bed, reading a book while gently stroking your cheek. It was cute, you seemed so content and happy in your sleep when he was with you. It made his heart soar thinking that maybe, just maybe he had something to do with it.

But soon those soft and innocent intentions shifted when he noticed how… revealing your pajamas were sometimes. Those flimsy little shorts and the fact he could see your nipples through your thin white tanktop had his cock straining against his pants.

You always looked so soft and peaceful, something he wanted to protect and cherish. You were the only person linking him to the normal world, where your biggest problems were paying rent on time and figuring out what to eat for dinner, while his were trying to keep his friends from dying and which heist he should plan next.

You lived in a completely different world than him, and that was some of the appeal. Chrollo had never lived a normal life, but with you, he could have some shred of normalcy. He could marry you, make you his sweet little wife and live out the rest of his days keeping you happy and safe.

But… deep down Chrollo knew this was next to impossible. He was a wanted criminal, with more enemies than he could care to remember.

He still liked to imagine it, though. You, sitting in a rocking chair your swollen belly, carrying his child. He’d come home from a heist, carry you upstairs and ravish you, making sure to be extra careful with your delicate body.

Chrollo stroked his cock to this thought, his tip gently pressed against your lips as you slept. He’d done this exact things countless times… he hadn’t been expecting you to wake up right as he buckled his pants after cumming on your lips.

“… Chrollo?”

You rubbed your sleepy eyes, then wiped at your mouth, grimacing. Did you drool in your sleep? It was too dark to make out what was on your hand… but there was just enough light to see your friend Chrollo standing there, peering down at you with a slightly surprised expression.

He quickly took on his usual calm, charming facade. “Hello, (Name). Shal asked me to come watch over you. Apparently there’s been a few break ins in town that got both him and I worried for you.”

It was all lies, but something he loved about (Name) was her naïveté. You smiled sweetly, your cheeks heating up. “Really? You came to make sure I was okay?”

Chrollo nodded, setting his book on your nightstand before sitting at the edge of your bed. “Of course… I don’t think you understand just how much you mean to me, (Name).”

You didn’t have time to react, he was already leaning closer to you. His eyes were captivating in the moonlight, reflecting the light and shining like jewels.

“You’re divine, (Name), like an angel sent from Heaven just for me.”

He cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing against your lip. “I want you, more than anything.”

Hearing this from a handsome man like Chrollo felt unreal. He wanted you of all people? It was hard to believe.

As if sensing your hesitancy, Chrollo tilted up your chin. “Do you want me to show you?”

Before you could answer, his lips met yours. He had been holding back for so long, he needed this, he needed you. You were always so sweet to him, making sure he was eating well and even coming to visit him when you could. How could he ever ask for anything more than you?

It wasn’t long before his tongue entered your mouth and his hands slipped under your shirt to grab at your perky, plump tits. You whines softly into his mouth as his thumbs ran over your sensitive nipples.

“Like that, princess?”

He gave them a soft pinch, biting down on your lip as he moved one hand to your shorts. He didn’t both with taking them off, he ripped them and pinned you down, one hand pinning your wrists and the other unbuckling his pants.

“My darling…”

His eyes settled on your pretty cunt, wet and glistening in the moonlight. Chrollo had a few one nights stands in the past, but he never felt like this before. Your pussy, all wet and ready for him was enough to have him groaning into your neck as his cock sunk into your warm heat.

He grabbed onto your hips, his fingers sinking into the soft fat. You were so cute, tears pooling down your cheeks as you blubbered incoherently, too fucked out to speak. He leaned forward and kissed those soft lips of yours, so soft and gentle with his little angel.

“Shh, just take me okay? Fuck, you’re divine, my angel, my goddess…”

With one leg over his shoulder as he pressed your bodies together, Chrollo fucked into you. He tried his best to restrain himself, but god you looked way too pretty when you came around his cock for the third time.

You clung to him for comfort and some sort of stability as he mercilessly pounded your sensitive cunt. “Pretty, god you’re just gorgeous, my sweet girl…”

By the end of the night, you were too exhausted to even speak, your pussy full of his seed. He held you now, cooing softly as he peppered kisses along your cheeks and jaw. “Did so well, such a good girl…”

From then on Chrollo’s obsession with you would only deepen. He’d marked you up, leaving love bites all over your neck and chest. You were his, and he’d make sure everyone knew that.

It wasn’t long before he had moved you away, somewhere you could be together and also under the radar. After Shalnark’s death, he became a bit paranoid that Hisoka would come after you next.

So now there you were, belly swollen with his child as he held you in his lap, his palm resting on your baby bump.

Chrollo had you, and although it wasn’t quite the life he had expected, he was still happy with it. You were here with him, carrying his baby and unable to get a way, even if you wanted to.

And that was enough for him.

[gatitties]

Hey hope you having a good day, I was requesting for one piece one shot. So can we do that child reader doesn't act like their age instead they act like a grownup and are VERY mature. Causing them to be like an entire grownup and having worries and feels the need to fix a promblems on their own like a groen up. If its alright can we do the (SH) , (WP), (HP) that try to help child reader feel more like a chuld so reader dosent overthink over things that are not for their age. Thank you. Love your books ♡

─Strawhats, Whitebeard Pirates & Heart Pirates x child!reader (Platonic)

─Summary: The crew takes you on a surprise trip with the intention that you enjoy and behave like someone appropriate to your age.

─Warnings: none

Everyone noticed your strange behavior from the beginning, at least, strange for a child of your age, when normally children were carefree, naive or whiny, you never stopped worrying about things that you definitely shouldn't worry about.

Expenses, proper nutrition, daily exercise to keep fit, you had a notebook where you had a rigorous table for each month, an organization that prevented the anxiety of not knowing what to do or how to act from bothering you, you didn't need 'unnecessary' or 'wasted' time in your life.

What completely confused Luffy was why didn't you want to play with him and Ussop? Normally children are a bunch of inexhaustible and elastic energy, but you prefer to do some problems to train your mind, which is fine in a way, but you didn't even like stuffing yourself with candy with Chopper, you were a child for god's sake! Your arms and legs were small, you still struggled with psychomotor and coordination problems in some situations, but you behaved like someone divorced and with debts piling up non-stop.

Of course, Robin and Sanji noticed that all that maturity disappeared from time to time, in your most vulnerable moments, when mental fatigue takes its toll on the deepest part of you, that's when you let out your true behavior, the one you should have at such a young age.

"Aren't we deviating from the established route?"

"Don't worry about it, we just took a detour, we need to buy somethings before the island we were originally going to."

Nami frowned at the exaggeration in your voice, always so exasperated at the slightest change, thinking it would cause some trouble, of course you were worried because you hadn't noticed that the supplies were running out, but luckily Zoro was able to keep you distracted enough for you to notice that they didn't really need to go shopping.

Your expression was completely indecipherable when Franky put you on his shoulder, pointing at the strange city that was on that island, something similar to the roller coasters and attractions of Sabaody, but on a smaller scale, that they came across this island was luck, Brook read about it in the newspaper and they all agreed that a break wouldn't hurt anyone.

"Are you sure we can take a break? The log pose will get deconfigured if we take too long."

Jinbe patted your head, pointing at one of the milder attractions, silently asking if they should go there or to other intensities.

"We have everything under control, where do you want to ride first?"

"I don't know, I've never been in an amusement park"

You rested your chin against Franky's head, a little embarrassed at not knowing what to do, the fish man smiled softly at you and decided to guide you all to the more childish area, everyone divided and joined together depending on each one's tastes, although at first you felt insecure, you began to enjoy and appreciate the time off, letting your mind go unconcerned about things that were beyond your reach, bringing out your most capricious and childish side, you allowed yourself to be a child during the day. The crew still had to fight your worries, but they were relieved to see that your childish mind was still there.

They're worried, very worried, Marco was the first to notice how you seemed to lose hair for every little problem that happened on the Moby Dick, was there a shortage of food? You were making a shopping list, did the cannons have a malfunction? You'll read books about them so that the defenses don't go down, was there a mess after a party? You got up early to leave everything spotless.

You didn't even bother to run around the deck with Ace, he adored you and used to drag you around to play little pranks on the crew, but you always left him hanging, excusing yourself by saying that they were absurd things and that there were problems to deal with. So everyone has a meeting to talk about why you act like a grumpy old person and not a carefree child, Izo really thinks he'll see wrinkles on your face when you reach adolescence.

"We have to keep the child from thinking about that kind of thing, the other day asked me if I had done the inventory of the medicines."

"My god… the other day the kiddo asked me if could start shooting."

"Mmmh, the child asked me if could start hand-to-hand defense training too."

"Kiddo was worried because the portions didn't have enough vitamins that an adult needs to ingest."

Whitebeard listened in silence, his face darkened as he continued to listen to the others' conversation, he needed to end this, you're not at the age to occupy your mind with that kind of worries, you should worry about getting enough sleep, having fun, getting into mischief, being a little fussy or whiny… it caused him deep pain to see you like that.

"The discussion is over, let's make the child behave like a child."

Everyone listened to their captain's strict orders, his absolute word spreading throughout all of his subordinates immediately, leaving you confused when you were prevented from doing anything the next day, unable to enter the kitchen, Marco's office, or the small armory, you had no time to get angry at the fact that they were delaying your work because Ace dragged you into mischief. It wasn't what you had planned to do today, but since you had no other options, you preferred to keep your mind occupied than to think about why your captain wouldn't let you do what you usually did.

With your thoughts much less occupied, the simplicity of spending a good time with the people who love you made you show a facet much more in line with your age, you laughed carefree at how Marco tripped over a bucket that Ace left lying around, you escaped from Thatch after throwing flour on his face, Izou caught you trying to steal his makeup… your mischievous attitude gave years of joy to the crew, your laughter sounded throughout the ship like a melody, something you usually didn't do.

"This is much better, I hope you can take things more calmly, you will have time to grow up."

Whitebeard directed his words towards you, although you were completely asleep on his lap, he smiled tenderly, caressing your head, he didn't want you to worry about adult things again, you don't need to grow up so fast, you have to give him time to cry when you are a full-grown adult, but you need to enjoy your childhood first.

Law appreciates you, he really does, he loves that you understand that everything has to be clean, disinfected, organized... it's okay that you want to have a healthy routine and he doesn't prohibit you from taking care of yourself, but my god, you have the behavior of an impulsive parent who has twenty children and doesn't have time to take care of them all.

Ikkaku takes care of the food, Bepo takes care of the navigation, Law is a doctor, Shachi and Penguin… well, they are there, but you don't need to occupy all those positions when you think something is going to cause problems. Law understands that you may be a little ─too much sometimes─ more mature than most children your age, he himself had to face childhood in a hard way, but you didn't have to go through that, everyone was there to take care of you, pamper you, you can have a totally normal childhood without worries, however you decide to make all the problems yours.

"You have to stop, I've already told you that you don't need to worry about those things, I'm the captain."

"But-"

It only took one look from your captain to stop you from ranting, he confronted you directly because he knew you would understand what he meant, but you got to the point of worrying about things that he didn't even care about, you need to relax or your heart would stop. No one has died from a little disorganization, some junk food or not washing their hands after eating with nothing but a napkin. But it was too hard to put all those thoughts aside, the crew made sure not to let you think about it too much, but with each passing day it seemed like you were blowing more and more smoke out of your ears like a locomotive at full speed, you could stop doing things but not overthinking them.

He had to pull you out of the Polar Tang, the idea was from the idiot duo, but it was what he needed right now, a stupid and fun idea, ─although Law didn't find it too funny─ he stopped at the first snowy island he found and let the chaos begin on its own.

"This is war, eat snow!"

It only took one of Penguin's snowballs to hit you to activate a switch in you, you don't know if it was out of frustration or because you were having a good time, but you started throwing snow left and right, Ikkaku, Bepo, Law, Jean Bart… they were all fired without discrimination, you didn't stop to think about how the snow got under your clothes or that you'll catch a cold after this, you enjoyed the moment without your mind plagued by unnecessary problems.

"That's our child! ack-"

The crew smiled upon hearing your malicious grin at having hit Shachi, who was celebrating that you had hit his friend, unleashing your most childish and hyperactive side, however he also suffered the consequences of your change of mentality, they still had a long way to go before you stopped behaving like a complete adult, but you let those more childish hues that you hid from yourself show.

[shizuturnspages]

i really liked your 'Too Young to Love' work, is it perhaps okay if i requested the same thing but this time younger reader just broke up with their s/o! and runs to them to rant and all (or perhaps if you want since some of them were like backing off to wait, reader got confused and ended up trying to spend more time with them) many thanks! <3 (with the same characters if you don't mind!) (platonic or romantically is either fine, but i would kinda prefer it to be romantic though do as you wish! and if it's uncomfortable for you please just ignore this!)

Too Young to Know

Synopsis: You were too young to understand love—that’s what they always believed. That was the excuse they clung to as they held themselves back, waiting, watching, lurking in the corners of your life. But now, as you come to them heartbroken, lost, and vulnerable after your first real relationship crumbles, they can’t help but think—maybe this was the sign they were waiting for. You were never meant to be with anyone else, after all. Pairings: [Separate] Yandere Diluc, Kaeya, Xiao, Wanderer, Zhongli x Recently Heartbroken Minor Reader

Diluc – The Patient Protector

The Angel’s Share was empty when you arrived, the warm scent of oak and wine filling the air. You stumbled onto a barstool, cheeks still wet from crying, eyes blurry as you clutched your arms.

Diluc turned, his usual cool expression faltering when he saw you.

“…What happened?”

Your lips trembled, and before you could stop yourself, the words spilled out.

“I broke up with them.”

Silence.

He didn’t react at first—merely placing the glass he had been polishing onto the counter, his gloved fingers tightening ever so slightly.

"…I see."

You sniffled. “They—They just didn’t feel the same anymore. Said I was too young to understand love.”

His jaw clenched.

Too young?

What a foolish excuse.

Had they never seen the way you looked at them? The way you poured your heart into the relationship?

Had they never realized how much they had just thrown away?

“…They didn’t deserve you,” he said, voice firm.

Your breath hitched. “Diluc—”

He placed a drink in front of you—a sweet, non-alcoholic blend, the kind he always prepared just for you.

"You don’t need people like that," he murmured, gaze soft but unyielding.

He wouldn’t say it—not yet.

But inside, there was a small, dark satisfaction.

Because now, you were his again.

And this time, he wouldn’t let you waste your heart on the wrong person.

Not when he had been waiting all this time.

Kaeya – The Comforting Shadow

The moment you ran into him, Kaeya knew something was wrong.

Tears clung to your lashes, your breath uneven, and without thinking, you threw yourself into his arms.

His grip tightened immediately.

“Hey, hey, what’s all this?” he murmured, one hand stroking the back of your head. “Who made my little star cry?”

You hiccupped. “We—We broke up.”

Kaeya stilled.

Oh?

Now, this was interesting.

You had always been so enamored with them, hadn’t you? And yet, here you were—running to him in the end.

How poetic.

He didn’t push for details—not yet. Instead, he just held you, whispering sweet reassurances as you sobbed into his coat.

But in his mind?

Oh, he was already planning.

Because if you had loved someone once—then surely, you could love again.

And this time, he would make sure that person was him.

Xiao – The Silent Guardian

Xiao had never been good at comforting.

So when you appeared out of nowhere, tears spilling down your cheeks, his first instinct was to panic.

“Xiao…” You choked on a sob. “They left me.”

His eyes widened.

Left you?

Left you?

“…Why?” His voice was strained.

“They said I was too—too naive. That I didn’t understand what love meant.”

A sharp, foreign rage bloomed inside him.

How dare they?

How dare they take your heart—your warmth—only to crush it under such meaningless words?

Without thinking, he reached for you, hesitating only a second before awkwardly placing a hand on your head.

“You… don’t need them,” he muttered, voice tight. “They were wrong.”

You sniffled. “But—”

“No.” His grip tightened, golden eyes burning into yours.

"They never deserved you."

And he meant it.

Because if someone like that could win your heart—then surely, he could, too.

He just had to keep you close.

And he would never let you go again.

Wanderer – The Bitter Cling

Wanderer was already grinning when you arrived.

Not because he was happy to see you cry—no, never.

But because he had been right.

“You’re an idiot,” he said, crossing his arms as you collapsed onto the couch beside him.

You groaned. “Wanderer—”

He flicked your forehead. “What did I say? Hm? Remind me.”

You scowled, rubbing your forehead. “…That they were a waste of time.”

“Exactly.” His smirk widened. “And guess what? I was right.”

You groaned again, burying your face in your hands. “Ugh, don’t rub it in.”

His expression softened—just slightly.

"Come here," he muttered.

Before you could protest, he pulled you against him, arms firm around your waist, not letting go.

“They were blind," he whispered. "But I’m not.”

You stiffened. “Wanderer…?”

He only smirked, resting his chin atop your head.

“You’ll see. One day.”

Because if they had let you slip away—

Then he would never make the same mistake.

Zhongli – The Gentle Possessiveness

Zhongli listened patiently, nodding as you poured your heart out.

You sat across from him in a quiet teahouse, fingers clutching your cup, voice trembling as you recounted the words that had shattered you.

He let you speak.

And when you finally fell silent, he sighed softly.

"Love is not something one understands in a single lifetime," he murmured, swirling his tea. "It is a lesson learned over centuries, through heartache and devotion alike."

You bit your lip. “Then… what if I never understand it?”

His gaze softened.

"Then you must let someone guide you."

His hand reached across the table, gently taking yours.

You shivered.

It was warm.

Comforting.

Safe.

You didn’t pull away.

And Zhongli only smiled.

Because love?

Love was patience.

And he had all the time in the world.

To wait. To teach. To make you see.

Because one day, you would understand.

And when that day came?

You would be his.

[colorlessjay]

I have had something occur to me.

S6 Castiel is still pretty naive/gullible, right? So S16 Dean could probably excuse the pet names as 'it's just what good friends do, Cas' so that he can keep doing it without him flying away. (Plus, I doubt S6 Soulless Sam would call out the lie).

As for S16 Sam, I'd love it if he could make an appearance, possibly picking on S6 Dean (Or simply to have S6 Dean gawk at 'no way that giant is Sammy' 💙💚

I always thought Dean would excuse his behavior by telling Cas that they become very close over time. That Cas becomes his best and longest friend for years.

Nothing to tip him off that they're married in the future, just enough to assure Cas that:

"I know... I know I can be an assbutt" Dean snorts at the silly insult "And when things go back to their regularly scheduled program, and your me pretends nothing happened, I'm gonna keep being an assbutt to you..." He swallows down the decade old guilt he's held. Memories of times he's failed Cas, and vice versa come flooding in as he stares down at a younger version of the man he loves

"But just know that- that I never say what I really feel. That I just get so so angry, and I didn't know why. And I take it out on you, on Sam, on everyone. Even when I don't say it out loud, know that I'm sorry. I'm always sorry... and that I'll always forgive you, no matter what. No matter the fuck up, Cas. I''m never gonna not forgive you" Dean, unable to hold himself back, gently takes both Cas' hands, confusing the angel further

But Dean only gives him a soft look as he pressed his lips against the angel's knuckles "So stick by me, alright sweetheart? No matter what... Stick by me and I promise you, I will move freaking mountains to make up for everything. I'll go through every plain of existence for ya. So please..."

Dean's eyes went glassy, so open and vulnerable in a way his younger self barely was. His voice rough with age, was as soft and smooth as he whispers "... Don't give up on me"

"Dean" Cas breaths out, his brow scrunched up and gaze contemplative. Dean's words run through his millennia old mind, and yet all he could reply was ".. You are physically incapable of moving a mountain"

Dean couldn't help but laugh at that response. Any other time, he would've complained about his speech going to waste, but he knew Cas would keep his words close to his chest. He wasn't worried.

"Yeah" he smiles, pressing one more kiss on the knuckle of Cas' ring finger "I guess I can't"

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anyways, beep beep

[starburstminibot]

Hey I loved your explanation of breakdowns development with bumblebee! I was wondering what bumblebee was thinking at the same time though? Like while he was carrying??

I love this AU though!! It’s the only thing I’ve been thinking about! 😩😩💗

It wasn’t easy for Bee either lemme tell you…

Bumblebee has the capabilities of seeing good in everyone… and he is very aware of how vulnerable it can make him. He’s been manipulated before, he’s been taken advantage of due to his child-like optimism. He’s been… hardened to a degree because of it. He’s not a young naive scout anymore. He still likes to see the good, but he’s much more cautious of letting that blind him to the reality.

Except everything goes out the window when it comes to Breakdown.

Bumblebee doesn’t know why. Maybe it’s because they were friends before the war, maybe it’s because despite everything Breakdown’s never really done anything to hurt him (at least intentionally)

Bumblebee is more aware than anyone how vulnerable he leaves himself by trusting Breakdown so wholeheartedly.

He knows how quickly Breakdown could give him a false tip and lure him right into a trap. And yet Bee would still take his words and trust them like the gospel.

Maybe it’s because he doesn’t value his life quite as much as he should. He doesn’t want to die… but he’s been in the trenches of a war far longer than he ever experienced living at peace (if that’s what you would call the civil unrest that was slowly tipping into war by the time he came online) he’s a bit desensitized to the extinguishing of a spark.

He knows the dangers of getting too close to anyone when you could lose them at any moment. Of course, he’s always been a friendly bot. Most Autobots favor him kindly and he always enjoys other’s company. But he doesn’t stick around long enough to actually get close. He’s a scout. Traveling across Cybertron, sneaking past enemy lines. He’s alone more than not. Perhaps the only true companion he has was the bot always checking in on him at the end of the mission, the one giving him the next orders, and seeking his unlikely advice. It was easier to get close to Optimus… he was less likely to get blown up in a random firefight and never come back.

Which only made his attraction to Breakdown more confusing. Breakdown was everything that Bumblebee tried to avoid: Reckless, foolish, thrill-seeking. Breakdown threw himself into fights he wasn’t likely to win for fun. Breakdown didn’t value his life quite as much as he should either.

They both were willing to gamble everything because neither of them had anything to lose. And that just made whatever they had that much more exciting

They didn’t see each other often. Years would pass before they could catch a glimpse of the other. It didn’t matter how long it had been… how many friends the other had lost… it was like their unspoken connection was the only true consistency in their lives. Sometimes Breakdown would give Bee information. Other times they would just play cards or race. Sometimes they wouldn’t have a chance to talk at all, being in the heat of battle surrounded by other bots.

They got pretty good at pulling punches and staging fights.

And then the war “ended” and Breakdown was nowhere to be found. Bumblebee would be lying if he said he wasn’t disappointed. He should have known better… of course Breakdown would have run, all the Decepticons did. And Breakdown was still a decepticon.

He’s pretty confident Optimus knows about their friendship at this point… or at least has his suspicions. But Optimus had also pardoned the ex-leader of the Decepticons so Bumblebee doesn’t think he has much room to judge.

Being sent undercover for over a decade wasn’t the post-war future Bumblebee had planned for himself. He hadn’t envisioned it would take place on an alien organic planet either. He could still remember a time when he dreamed of retirement and maybe he’d take up a “normal” job like the ones Ironhide used to talk about. He always wondered if he’d be good at something more domestic… if maybe he would have an apartment of his own to return to each night instead of recharging at whatever outpost was closest after days without rest.

Now he views those as delusional fantasies. He’s not really sure who he is outside of his title of Autobot spy. He doesn’t think he can be anything besides a soldier. (A hero… according to some people)

He wasn’t sure if it was boredom that triggered his search for Breakdown or if maybe he was just looking for some kind of company (he was used to solitude but it had just been… so long) but somehow he ended up at nearly every race he caught wind of. It wasn’t desperation, certainly not… he just… had a lot of free time is all.

He got close a couple of times. Breakdown was changing his alt mode regularly, Bee was sure of it. But still every so often he’d catch a streak of blue and white. Breakdown had always been faster than him…

Bee considered himself great at adapting to any environment or situation that he would land himself in, but nothing could have prepared him for his latest assignment… Sparklingsitting…

Why Optimus had pulled him out of 15 years of hiding for something so… mundane? Bee could only begin to question. He was convinced it was a waste of time. Bee didn’t know the first thing about younglings, there hadn’t been any since… well… him. And that was a very long time ago.

But after a while he hated to admit he found them… endearing. It was almost nice… it felt like what he used to imagine a peaceful life would be like when he was still naive enough to think true peace was achievable.

And yet… something was still missing.

Bee assumed it was the thrill of the missions he longed for. Considering Optimus was dead-set on sidelining him… Bee decided to resume one of his personal missions…

And thats when he finally reunited with the only bot he could ever consider his best friend. They had been apart for longer periods before… but somehow this felt different. This could be a new start. The war was over.

And then he lost Breakdown again.

To the same humans to claimed to be their allies no less.

He didn’t care how it must’ve looked when he demanded Optimus give him a status report on Breakdown’s condition when he was brought in.

Bee only got a lecture on how he was cutting it too close by getting involved with a race he knew G.H.O.S.T. was planning to bust.

So no, he didn’t really care what Optimus would think when he broke Breakdown out of prison. And he was only slightly hurt when Breakdown drove off ignoring his pleas of assistance. It wasn’t Breakdown’s fight… he had no right to be upset.

Of course Breakdown came through in the end… he always has.

And so what if they started meeting up periodically to race and talk and forget about everything else for s little while. Even if the times Bee had fallen into recharge in his arms and woken up alone hurt more than he’d like to admit.

Breakdown was quick to remind him, they were still on opposite sided. They could still betray each other in a moments notice… they both still had nothing to lose.

Except… that wasn’t quite true anymore.

Bee was carrying.

At first he didn’t do anything about it. Didn’t tell anyone. Didn’t even act like anything was different. A reaction he would later clarify was shock.

Then came the avoidance. The ticking time bomb until he had to do something about it was like a constant countdown in his head. He started seeking distractions. Lessons with the Terrans. Missions with Arcee. Drives with Breakdown. Anything to avoid thinking about the decisions he would need to make in the future. The very rapidly approaching future.

Breakdown was the first to know.

Looking back, Bee wished he had been able to break the news a little differently. He hadn’t intended to tell him that night at all… he wasn’t sure if he was ever planning on telling him period.

The reality of a sparkling was beginning to hit and for the first time in his life… Bumblebee couldn’t put himself at risk anymore.

And Breakdown was a risk.

It was supposed to be their last time… a chance to say goodbye, even if Breakdown didn’t know it. Instead in a moment of emotion, Bee accidentally let it slip.

He wasn’t expecting Breakdown to choose the path of caution too. To desperately pledge to stay by his side. To stop taking risks… to stop running… to finally face this emotion they’ve been dancing around for centuries

Bee almost felt guilty for assuming so negatively of the one bot he has ever loved, but then again Breakdown has never really done much to prove his loyalty besides never actually betraying him.

This was different though. This was their real new start. The desperation in Breakdown’s eyes, like he’d never seen before, was enough to prove it.

And he trusted Breakdown… because now they both had something to lose.

The hard part was convincing Optimus to do the same…

Bee is lucky he was always Prime’s favorite. Pretty sure any other bot could be charged with fraternizing with the enemy. And of course… the news didn’t go over very smoothly… Bee wasn’t expecting it to…

He’s grateful Breakdown survived to the end of the conversation, though there were a handful of blasters involved in the process.

But after the lectures and the disappointment and the numerous encounters of bots trying to convince Bumblebee to abandon whatever bond he had with Breakdown and allow the Autobots to assist in the Sparkling’s upbringing… Bee noticed for the first time just how hard BD was trying.

Breakdown never cared about what anyone thought of him. He never did things for the approval of others… so Bee knew it was his own decision when BD formerly defected from the Decepticons and took on the autobot mantel.

He’d never seen him more dedicated to anything before… and that’s when Bee knew. They were going to be okay.

He had only ever been a soldier before… he wasn’t sure if he was really cut out for this whole Carrier thing. Breakdown joked that the Terrans had been the trial run, and he had all the training he needed.

They both joked to avoid the spark numbing fear.

They had never experienced it before… not like this… the fear of losing.

Bee wasn’t sure when Breakdown became so… domestic. Sure, he still teased and flirted and ran his mouth. He still made bets he couldn’t win. But he also brought Bee his energon every morning, mixed exactly the way he liked it. And everytime Bee fell into recharge, he’d still be by his side when his optics opened again.

Bumblebee couldn’t help but be angry a little…

Why was he only now receiving this treatment? They’d known how they felt about each other for how long? How long had Bee tried to convince him to stay by his side?

But Breakdown didn’t need Bee’s anger to feel guilty. He barely felt deserving of the chances he’d been given long before this one.

And Bumblebee couldn’t bring himself to act on his anger… not when Breakdown was trying so hard for him.

For them.

Perhaps Bee’s dreams of peace weren’t so far off after all.

[kissvr]

Hello! How are you? If it's not a bother, I'd like to ask for a reaction from the BSD guys (any, but based on my request, I'd like DOA) to a female reader who's a sweetheart? She's very kind, naive, and innocent. Although it's cute because of her delicacy... it can be worrying because she doesn't see the bad intentions of others and believes any stranger, because for her... people don't lie, right? And if you want to do a scenario, or whatever. You could have her make them a flower crown to unite them!If you don't like this request, that's fine! Thanks for reading! You write beautifully~ ❤️

hii!! sorry for taking SO LONG 💔💔 anyways i loved this request. i originally wanted to add bram and fukuchi, but i have no idea how to write them in character, sorry 😞

𖦹 DOA with a sweetheart reader

Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Nikolai Gogol, Sigma.

☆ FYODOR DOSTOEVSKY

he probably finds it either really amusing or pitiful.

such a naive person is perfect for him, so easy to manipulate and use as he wishes.

slightly surprised when you don't question anything.

like literally

oddly attached, but he'll barely show that, and only in private.

once you two get together, you'd be under very very strict protection.

very controlling, specially since you don't seem to notice.

sweet gestures, but very subtle.

luckily, for you it's more than enough. your innocence makes you think everything he does for you is sweet, so you don't expect big gestures.

which is great, because he will not show his affection widely.

When you show him a flower crown, with different, bright colors, he blinks.

"And what may this be?" he asks, not really understanding the purpose of your creation.

"A flower crown! For you," you say, holding it out to him.

He takes it, staring at it for a moment. If your plan is for him to wear it, you've chosen some... bold colors.

"Put it on!" you say, smiling like a kid.

"... I appreciate the gift, but I fear I am not accustomed to wearing... things like this."

"Oh, please," you plead, giving him your best pout. "Just for a moment?"

He sighs, and looks at the crown again. Then, reluctantly, gives in and puts it on his head.

Your smile widens, something he didn't believe was posible, and he can't help the way his lips twitch upwards.

"You look great! You should keep it on," you say, clasping your hands together.

He lets out a huff of laughter, and takes the crown off.

You pout again, but it isn't enough to make him wear it again.

However, unknown to you, he keeps it secured in a small box. He knows the flowers won't last long, but he keeps them anyway.

☆ NIKOLAI GOGOL

you're so adorable!

his favourite thing in the whole world.

he'd love to tease you, both before and after getting together.

shameless. absolutely shameless.

high-key obsessed.

your naivety is so entertaining to him. he finds it hilarious.

really likes to confuse you.

you're just so cute when you tilt your head and raise an eyebrow, he can't help it.

he likes to say very questionable things just to see how you'd react.

you're perfect for him, really.

Gasps loudly as soon as you show him the crown.

"For me?!" he exclaims, absolutely overjoyed.

"Mhm!" you hum, nodding.

He takes it and immediately puts it on, smiling widely.

"Do I look like a princess?" he asks, and you giggle.

"Oh, yeah."

He refuses to take it off. Doesn't care who sees him with it, he has no shame.

He tries to make you one as well, but it doesn't go well.

You try to teach him and, when the second crown he makes also ends up in a tangled mess, he gives up with a dramatic sigh.

☆ SIGMA

so protective. he understands what's like to be lost and vulnerable, even if you don't realize you are.

so worried. he'd go out of his way to try to keep you any dangers. he's always wondering where you are, who you're talking to...

would like to keep you by his side all the time, but he knows he has to let you live.

at first, he was extremely confused by your kindness. he thought you weren't being genuine.

he thinks he doesn't deserve you. you're so pure, so kind.

he adores you so much and feels so extremely lucky to have you.

before you got together, he was so nervous around you. fidgety, sweaty hands, awkward, very flustered.

feels very safe around you, and really hopes you feel just as safe with him.

(i love him)

When you show him the flower crown, he freezes.

"Uh... Is that for me?"

You nod enthusiastically, and carefully put it on his head.

His whole face turns red.

His hand comes up and touches it gently, careful not to move it too much.

"You look good!" you say, giving him the purest smile he has ever seen.

His heart is beating so fast he swears it's going to come out of his chest.

He keeps it on while you're around, but takes it off as soon as you leave.

He keeps it safely in a drawer, though, where he has every little thing you have ever given him.

navigation

[multifandumbmeg]

Alright I'm thinking about Edmund Pevensie again. I'm thinking about the nerve-grinding way society doesn't give him enough credit.

I'm thinking about the way his intelligence was used against him to enable his abuse.

You see, people forget that Edmund is an extremely smart character and he takes pride in that. It becomes central to who he is as an adult. He becomes the strategist amd diplomat. His hobbies are chess and playing politik. If we look at how he behaves in the beginning of LWW, he appears to be a classic case of gifted kid superiority complex. He's very bright, a bit of a shithead, but naive-

Because he's a child. And the thing about children is they tend to give people the benefit of the doubt unless or until they learn the hard way not to. Smart kids tend to feel like they have an almost "plot armor". But real life isn't like the movies, where villains give off all the signs and hints from the beginning a smart kid knows to look for. Also, these kids are not aware how much malice there is the world and the sneaky thing about abusers is they hide their red flags and maltreatment until you're emotionally or situationally trapped/entwined with them. But the thing is, even if an abuser shows some red flags early on, a kid is going to overlook those- as are many adults, but especially children, because they're vulnerable and confused by inconsistency. So when the White Witch momentarily snaps at him on their first meeting Edmund clocks it, freezes, but then she reorients her mask and his as-of-yet untraumatized by abuse brain autocorrects the interaction to have been misconstrued in his own mind. After all, villains are always evil. They don't save you from a guy with a knife, invite you on their sleigh to get warm, give you treats for no reason (because of course, he doesn't know her ulterior motive), and offer to make you a prince. Except yes, they do, but the intricacies of grooming are not known to most children, especially in the 1940s.

So when people say "he sold his family out for candy!" they're forgetting the whole plot by refusing to see the situation from Edmund's perspective as C. S. Lewis intended.

From Edmund's perspective, he's a kid being traumatized by the air raids, torn away from both his parents, experiencing behavior completely typical of "acting out" due to a situation in life they have no control over. Then he meets a magical, maternal woman in the woods who is nice to him and asks him to bring his family to meet her- not even really a favor, it seems, a completely inocuous request. When he makes the connection that Peter would be royal if he was, and of higher rank, she implies they could be made servants almost jokingly to assuage him of worry that their arrangement would consist of typical rules that would continue to render him a middle child chafing under Peter's somewhat authoritarian grip. Even if he truly believes he can make Peter wait on him, he's likely imagining ordering Peter to bring him things and fantasizing about being allowed to do what he wants or make decisions without his older siblings chastizing or pulling rank on him. Not like, whipping him while laughing maniacally. Is it nice? No. But it's certainly not EVIL.

And of course, it helps that the candy was enchanted to be as addictive as crack, not that a literal child who has never done drugs and was not told that would realize that.

So then he gets to the Beavers' and they talk about the White Witch as some vile, evil sorceress which directly conflicts with his personal interactions with her, plus Mr. Beaver unintentionally making him feel stupid for not knowing anything Narnia or the prophecies. That hurts his pride for his intelligence yet again, so to make sense of it, he writes it off as untrue because he's still pretty confident in his abilities. Then he decides to just go back to Jadis himself, since she was nice and more pleasant to be around than all this secret police, secret revolution, ancient prophecy shit.

And is completely and totally blind-sided when she turns on him.

So how exactly did he sell his family out? When she yells at him he instinctively blurts out where they are not so that they'll die and he won't, he still doesn't conceptualize the danger yet. He blurts that as a child attempting to assuage an adult that is angry at him, which is exactly what children are TAUGHT to do- acquiesce, obey- especially back then. At least in the movie it is painfully clear he doesn't grasp the true danger until he is brought down to the dungeon at knife-point and hears her set the wolves out. THAT is the moment he realizes he has totally miscalculated and now he and his entire family are in grave danger.

So he gets humbled real quick- by being held against his will in sub-human conditions, beaten, starved, continually threatened and manipulated, a literal PRISONER OF WAR as a CHILD. Then everything he does in captivity from that point is in attempts to protect those around him and minimize the violence he is unintentionally causing (except he's not causing any of it, the responsibility lies entirely with the abuser, but his initial mistake has completely rocked his ego and left him questioning every thing he does while drowning in ever-mounting shame).

But back to his intelligence. After being rescued, he is determined to reorient his intelligence with the new knowledge of evil in his mind, and use it for good. And wonderfully for him, he succeeds by clocking and carrying out what will be the decisive blow on Jadis with her staff. And he even barely lives to tell the tale! And presumably use this intellect time and again during the Golden Age as well as the entirety of Prince Caspian.

Interestingly, though, I would argue this same intelligence is once again wielded against him by the force of evil mist and Jadis in VOTDT. He comes back to Narnia without Peter, where he should now have seniority (and after all that character development, now totally ready to take the reigns!) and he's immediately shelved by Caspian. And Caspian, bless him, has a great heart and is a great leader, but is a little bit of a himbo and is deeply insecure. So the devil gets into Edmund again because his intelligence is being held against him by the narrative always giving him opportunities to use it- and he now knows from experience he can use it well- but not the authority to exercise it at will. See the entire Midas pool scene.

In addition, he's put in charge of Eustance, who is soooo much like he was at that age (and frankly worse). Here you have another prideful, very intelligent and deeply naive, sometimes selfish kid. And it grates on him severely because he is so hard on himself, and thus hates that which feels a bit too familiar, but also you can see he desperately wants to prevent what happened to him from repeating with Eustace. But he can't. Because only Eustace can control that, and he has to learn the hard way just like Edmund did. When he does, Edmund is pretty devastated.

Edmund's final confrontation with the witch- and evil itself- is the most painful reminder of what he's actually been through to those who don't want to pay attention or completely ignored the undertones in LWW. Jadis' "temptation" for Edmund is this:

"I can make you my king. I can make you a man. Give in."

Ewwwwww. But anyway, this reveals so so much about his mind and his relationship to that woman. Edmund is terrified of her. Her offer of kingship no longer tempts him, it disgusts him. He's both terrified of power and terrified of being without power. Being in control and forced to carry all the burdens is terrifying and stressful, but not being in control and being vulnerable is equally horrifying. Jadis is both the thing he fears and admittedly extremely powerful, so a part of him recognizes that her ability makes her capable of protecting him, making him more powerful, and taking away the burden of being in charge himself. But choosing her also means not being in control, not having any power, being permanently victimized by her. It's a catch-22.

So one final time, Edmund's intelligence is his trap. Someone without his intellect and pragmatism (and trauma) wouldn't even be tempted by Jadis in this scenario. They would see nothing of use there. But Edmund does see it, because he's been a strategist and a king.

And he's been a victim and a plaything.

So one last time, his intelligence saves him, and lets him save the world. He sees through her false bargain and knows the hideous reality it hides. He knows that no matter how scary it is to take charge and face his fears and all the danger around, it's better than the alternative. And he's strong enough to handle it.

Lastly, it's who Edmund becomes despite everything he endures that makes him such a fascinating, impressive, and three dimensional character. He's the most human one out of the bunch: a contradiction of crippling anxiety, lust for power, desire for protection, and a mind so sharp it gouges himself as often as it mangles others.

Intelligence is a weapon, but it cuts both ways. What better weapon for a dual wielder than a double-edged sword?

[cillians-sweetheart]

Can you do a Jonathan Crane x depressed reader with smut he falls in love with her

yesss! (apologies If this is not exactly what you wanted, I've just gotten so used to writing messed up fanfics😭)

Doctors Orders - Johnathan Crane

Dr Crane (30) x Naive!Depressed!Reader (18)

Plot: Y/N is depressed, and lonely, and seeks reassurance and help from Dr Johnathan Crane. But instead he falls in love, and manipulates and takes advantage of her for his own twisted pleasure.

Content: talk of depression and daddy issues, manipulation, dub-con, smut, oral (m), unprotected pv, dry rubbing/handjob (m), pet names, daddy kink, rough sex, breeding, age-gap

With a heavy pressure in my chest, and a shiver in my legs, I entered the gloomy office of my new psychiatrist. He sat with a perfect posture in the leather chair larger than him. His hands crossed neatly and an unsettling look in his piercing blue eyes. 

“Dr Crane” He introduced me with an easy but stern voice. “Sit”.

His eyes through his glasses pointing to the chair opposite of his desk. I moved quickly, My dress flowed with my subtle movements, to obey and sat in the chair, looking forward to his sharp face. I noticed his eyes taking a glance at every feature of my young face. Eventually with his stabbing stare, I got uneasy and looked to my lap. “So…Y/N” He said, reading from the chart in front of him. “What seems to be the problem?” His eyes return to me from the paper. 

“I am um… just struggling…”

“With?”

“I always feel like I am empty and that everyday is the same draining routine. Most of the time I don’t even want to wake up..” My fingers fidgeted in my lap, and my eyes remained down in shame of my feelings.

“And why do you think that is?” He asked, leaning forward in his chair. 

“I don’t really have any friends… or family to be honest”

“Are you an orphan?” His head tilted. 

I looked up at him in confusion. “No, my dad just doesn't acknowledge I exist most of the time.” 

“I see.” He nodded and gently pushed his glasses up the bridge of his perfectly shaped nose. “So you are lonely? Per say.” I nodded in response. A devious smirk grew on his plump lips. “Mhm… you just want to be loved, don’t you?” His silky voice had an attraction on my body, making me melt, and believe his every word. 

I nodded again, unable to tear my eyes away from his personable face. 

“Good… Good…” He nodded slowly. “And why do you think no one would love a doll like you.” He purred low under his tone. 

“I-I don't know…” I replied shyly. “They just don’t..”

“It makes you sad, doesn't it?” He changed his tone, and body language to appear as though he were being empathetic. Even though it was nothing but his twisted trap to lure me in and use me like his toy. But of course no one but him knew that. 

“Mhm” I nodded. My eyes; big and pure looking at him. 

“Aw, poor, poor girl…” He shook his head slowly. “You just want to be happy, and loved, don't you?” Again I nodded. Falling deeper and deeper into the hole he is digging in my fragile heart. “Well, I know how to make you happy, my dear.”

“Really?” My voice was delicate and my eyes watery.

“Of course.” He chuckled quietly at me. Seeing how mesmerised I was by him, the words he spoke to me, he adored just how desperate for love I was. And how easy I was to manipulate, and break into pieces. “I can give you all the love you want…”

My eyes lit up at his words. Dr Crane was just hysterical with himself at how vulnerable and eager I was for him. “Please…” I said just under my breath. My body, and eyes felt as if they were sinking into the floor as I stared at his perfect, perfect face. 

“My sweet doll… all you have to do is listen to me. Can you do that?” 

I nodded quickly, willing to do anything in my power at that very moment for him. My psychiatrist I just met. 

“That’s a good girl…” He leaned back in his chair. “Come.” He demanded, motioning me to go to him. 

I stood from the chair -and with my eyes still melted onto his face- I walked around his desk and in front of him. Standing between his spreading legs. 

“Sit.” He pointed to the floor below him. In an instant I fell to the floor, sitting on my knees between his legs. My innocent eyes laid upon him above me, ready to do anything in his command. Dr crane groaned in satisfaction at the sight of me sitting before him. So, so easy I was. 

“Good…”  His voice was low, and seductive. “If you behave yourself, and be my obedient doll, I will give you all the love in the world.” He said to me in a sarcastic tone I hadn’t recognised while leaning down closer to my face. “You’d like that… Wouldn’t you? Me loving you and being the daddy you deserve."

“Mhm” I nodded. My thighs shuffled just inches closer to him.

“You do everything I say, and you can be all mine. Understood?”

“Yes…” 

He paused for a moment. Staring at my face. Desire, and corrupt in his blue eyes. 

Dr Crane’s hand came down onto my face. Gently he stroked my hair, down to my soft cheek. My eyes closed as I melted into his comforting touch. “My pretty girl…” He said softly. “So pretty.” His tone lowered, and his other hand undid the button of his pants.

I hadn't noticed anything he had been doing besides the feeling of his hand on my skin.

"Do you want to please me, my doll?"

My eyes opened -and with my face still in his hand- I nodded honestly.

"Mhm... and you love daddy don't you?" His hand slowly continued to undo his pants. Dr crane chuckled to himself, "That's a dumb question. Of course you do."

"Do you love me...?" I asked fearfully but my eyes were praying for his acceptance.

"Sure" He smirked. "But if you want all my love, you my dear, are going to show me just how much you love daddy. Okay?"

"Mhm. I'll do whatever you want...I promise."

"Really?" His zipper came down. "Anything for me?"

"Yes"

Dr Crane smirked to himself at how much easier this was then he could've ever expected. "That's a good girl... Give me your hand."

I lifted my hand to him and he roughly grabbed onto it and held it over his hard lap. My eyes widened and my body froze. Through my hand I felt movement and Dr Crane's grip becoming tighter on my delicate hand. With his, he moved my hand along the growing bulge. My eyes stared at the lengthening shape forming through the tightening fabric of his pants.

"You like that?" He asked lustfully.

I was frozen in the moment, not knowing what to say, or do, with the growing sensations of my own. My thighs squeezed tight together, and I still had not looked away from his stiff, covered cock.

Eventually coming out from my daze just slightly, I nodded and on my own, continued to rub him.

He lifted his hand off mine and let me touch him freely. Crane winced and groaned at my gentle hands on his throbbing cock. To my eyes it looked as if It were going to break out from his pants because of the size, and tightness. So to be the obedient little girl I promised I'd be, I thought it wouldn't hurt to go further. I reached under the hem of his pants and onto the hot, hard skin underneath.

"Good..." He purred. "just like that sweetheart."

He was incredibly pleased at me doing what he wanted without even asking. My ability to somewhat read his mind, and lustful fantasies he wished for us. 

Holding his warm cock, I slowly pulled it out in front of my innocent eyes. He groaned as my hand moved along the length. I was stunned at the sight, never seeing such a thing. The flesh between my legs pulsed and itched with a growing, sensitve sensation. 

“Oh, such a sweet thing” He praised while stroking my hair. My eyes glared up to his, my hand still gripping around him. “Show daddy you love him…” He spoke with his eyes penetrating through mine. 

I nodded with obedience. And not so sure of what to do, I had just gently stroked him. With his hand he rubbed and caressed my face and cheeks in admiration, but also lust. I could feel the subtle movements of twitches and pulses in my hand. My eyes; unable to peel from the beauty of him. Of his cock, and alluring face. 

Dr Crane's hand grabbed at the back of my head. Roughly but not painfully. “Open your mouth baby doll…” He purred, staring at my little lips. I looked at him and slowly opened my mouth with confusion. Before I could take an inhale he pressed onto my head and filled my mouth with his thick cock. He held onto my hair while I choked from the suddenness. “Suck.” He demanded. I instantly sucked in my cheeks. The soft flesh from within my mouth was tightening around him. With his grip in my hair he pushed my head down, and up. Forcing me into swallowing his every inch. 

It was an experience I felt guilty enjoying. It felt so strange, but tasted so oddly pleasurable. 

Dr Crane’s hand gently began to lift from my hand. It was his message for me now to do all the work. As he removed his hand, I slowly and un-surely kept going. Gently stroking, and sucking his perfect cock with my soft lips.

He hadn’t made much noise until my lips would come up and suck around his pink tip. From there he’d groan, and his hands would grip tightly onto his chair. 

“Mmm… Good girl…” He groaned with his voice low. Eventually my slow pace and inexperience became not enough for him. He had to feel more. Feel the sweet sensations of virginity on his cock. With his impatience he demanded down to me, “Get up.” 

I lifted my head from his lap and with shaky legs stood from the floor. As I came to my feet his rough hands grabbed onto my hips, and he forced my stomach and chest down onto the hard wood of his desk. My cheek laid against the desk and I stared at the wall. My legs, and body are shaking.

I felt Dr Crane’s hips, and his hard cock, against mine. He lifted the dress and ripped through my thin panties. I could hear him quietly chuckling to himself feeling the wet fabric, and then my wet skin. My legs twitched as his cock rubbed through my wetness and against my sensitive clit. I whimpered from the ticklish pleasure and squirmed against him uncontrollably. 

His hands grabbed tightly onto the bare skin of my hips, and butt. In a quick movement his cock was pushed deep into my virgin hole. I cried out a whimper, and moaned. So many sounds of pain and pleasure combined. He beat me with his cock, loving the look of me bent over his desk and suffering with the intensity. 

Uncontrollable moans, and cries escaped my lips. I tried to stay quiet but it was impossible. It felt as if he were ripping me open, but also caressing my pussy with such pleasure. 

Each thrust of his hips -his cock sinking deeper with each one- made my wetness drip for my used hole, and along my thighs. I held my hand over my mouth to mumble my embarrassment, my moans. 

From behind me I could hear his sweet groans of pleasure as he used my body like a toy. Using me in a way I hated to admit that I loved too much. My legs shook and my cries and whimpers got louder, and more frequent with his every movement. My insides sunk inside of me, feeling as if my little pussy were going to explode. 

“You like daddy’s cock don’t you?” He taunted, still pounding aggressively into me. “Mmm… so tight and perfect… your pretty pussy will never be the same after this…” He whispered down to me. I felt sick, but also like that ticklish sensation was becoming too much for me to handle. And to my surprise I finally did explode. I felt wetness spread and drip down my legs. The pleasure becomes increasingly intense. It felt as though I were going to cry. My legs shook profusely, and I melted on Dr Crane’s cock.

He smirked and chuckled at me, still thrusting incredibly hard into me. My quick but also first orgasm was amusing to him. And soon after several bruising thrusts, He groaned, and moaned, filling my used little pussy with his thick cum. 

He leaned down to me, close to my face and whispered to me, “I’d like to see you in my office next week. My sweet obedient girl."

[ah0rmone]

fwb!kaeya x fem!reader

warnings: MNDI, one bed trop, fwb to lovers, a little bit of somno, nonconsensual touching -> consensual sex, questionable morality, reader matches kaeya's freak, piv, one bed trop

Too hot. Too cold.

Too close.

Kaeya let out a deep sigh and turned to look at your face: relaxed, sleeping, utterly beautiful. His fast-beating heart just couldn't let him succumb to a sweet slumber, his mind couldn't stop thinking about your gentle form, nested right next to him. The borderline absence of your clothing wasn't helpful either - the bareness of your skin made his cock to strain against his underpants.

How could you be so trusting in him, believing he wouldn't use such a situation to his advantage? He was a man after all. A man who had already learnt the taste of you, even though, he, due to external circumstances (his reluctance of being vulnerable and the self-assurance of being unlovable) didn't get the chance to ask you out yet.

Your relationship with Kaeya was vague and confusing, but obviously built on mutual attraction and respect, since that one fun night when you both decided to push boundaries and met in the middle: in the middle of Cavalry Captain's bedroom that is. Neither of you had spoken about feelings or future prospects of your relationship, always choosing to share passionate kisses and scorching touches instead.

For a week or so, you two were traveling through Taivat on a mission issued by Jean, fighting and adventuring side by side. Even though, during this time, there were a lot of moments where Kaeya saw you more than just a companion or an occasional fuckbuddy, not a single situation asked for more self-restrain than this one: sharing a bed with you in an inn, somewhere deep in the continent.

The arrangements weren't as good as he's used to, but you two were sick of sleeping outside, so had no choice but to agree to rent the only room available. Not because it was an overly populated place, oh no, quite the opposite: due to a lack of demand, it was the only room that was still suitable for living.

And, of course, it had only one bed.

At first, the idea didn't bother him at all, he just cracked a flirting joke about how this isolated inn was a perfect romantic getaway, igniting a dismissive chuckle from you. But it had been hours already, and, while you had been out cold from exhaustion, he couldn't catch even a glimpse of sleep.

It was all because of you.

He tried to hold himself back and let you rest, he really did, but your warm, soft body, the steady rise and fall of your chest and the sweet scent of a local shampoo was driving him mad with lust and affection. And while he just couldn't show you the latter, he hesitantly decided to act upon the former.

With a calm, accurate motion he pushed the blanket down, uncovering your upper body. A slim top was doing a poor job of hiding your breasts, and Kaeya's gaze instantly jumped to the outline of your nipples.

"Dear Archons," the man muttered, his fingers hovering over your chest, not touching just yet.

It was the tantalizing seconds, filled with doubt and anticipation. He moved closer, still on his side, with one hand propping his head up, still contemplating whether he was going to follow through with his desires. Was it low of him to touch you without your knowledge? Absolutely, only creepy perverts would do such a thing: harassing a sleeping, unsuspected, naive, gorgeous prey.

But the way his cock twitched at a mere thought of it proved just how much of a said pervert Kaeya was himself.

Carefully he pushed your top up, freeing your chest, the sight made him salivating instantly.

"You're perfect," he whispered, hand finally caressing your right breast.

Gently, like he was defusing the bomb, he started to circle your nipple with his fingertip, teasing, anticipating, constantly checking your reaction. You were showing no signs of acknowledgement, still deep in the dreamland, so Kaeya started to act a little bolder.

Holding his breath, he squeezed your nipple between his thumb and forefinger, rolling and tugging it tenderly.

There was still no reaction from you, and he couldn't pretend anymore that it wasn't highly arousing. He would have just play with your tits a little, while stroking his cock, and tomorrow morning he'd tell you all about it, apologizing properly - he thought to himself, as the last drop of nonchalance evaporated from his body with the heat of feverish desire to consume, to own, even if for minutes, even if it was just a pretend, an illusion of something more. Carefully he lied on his stomach, tongue darting out to lick on your perked nipple.

Suddenly you stirred, and breath got stuck in his throat, blood pumping. What would you think of him if you woke up now? Would you push him away, forever breaking off your relationship? Or would you join him in this debauchery?

Even though his cock called for attention, Kaeya refrained from moving, until he was sure you were fast asleep. Only then he resumed his actions: mouth sucking and licking one of your nipples, while playing with he other with his fingers. Enamored by the faint scent of your skin and the softness of your breasts, Kaeya didn't notice how he started rutting into the mattress, desperate to alleviate the pressure in his groin.

You were just so captivating for him, so desirable. Having sex with you occasionally wasn't enough, he needed more: he needed your touch, your attention, your love.

"Kaeya," your confused voice shattered his dreams, and only then the realisation dawned on him: he'd been bucking into the bed like crazy and, maybe, even let out one or two wanton moans.

Your nipple left his mouth with a loud "pop" sound as he met your gaze, scared of seeing your reaction. But the immediate warmth spread in the chest when he saw no anger or resentment in your eyes: just pure lust. You were definitely his perfect match.

"Isn't it my wet dream come true?" you teased, fingers playing with his long, loose hair.

The man in front of you looked utterly majestic: toned skin slightly sweaty, mirroring the uncontrollable lustful rut of his hips, glazy eyes, full of admiration, desire and mischief, and lips, stretched into a playful smirk, even though he was caught in the middle of a perverse deed. You felt an urge to taunt him a little further but decided better of it: he was still wearing an eyepatch, so there was only one eye to decipher his true feelings, but even in the dark room, full of secrets and untold emotions, you saw it as clear as a day - the deep, obvious yearning. Kaeya wanted you, even if he was too scared to admit it even to himself, you saw right through him. You just had to be patient...or not.

Your fingertips gently touched the corner of his mouth, thumb sliding over his lower lip, his breath hitching as a response. Archons, you couldn't get enough of this man.

"Depends," his lips pressed to your fingertip in a ghostly, fleeting motion, "what else was happening, in that wet dream of yours?"

"Well, I'm not sure, but," your fingers intertwined as you guided his warm hand to the line of your panties, "I'm pretty sure it wasn't the mattress you were fucking."

You heard Kaeya's chuckle as he shifted, the weight of his body slightly pressing on you, since he wasn't afraid of waking you up anymore.

"My, my, someone is bold."

He shifted his body forward, hiding a smile below your ear before tracing the column of your neck with his tongue. "Majestic," he muttered at your lustful moan - there was no reason to hold back, no one could hear you anyway.

Despite the alluring idea of teasing and playing with you longer, Kaeya let the overwhelming desire of finally taking you lure him over to the hasty side. His hobby of gambling fraud (for what he learnt how to fool people with just a flicker of his wrist) benefited him greatly as he wasted no time slithering his long fingers in your panties and between your folds.

"Bold and wet," he murmured in your ear.

In the heat of your bed, enveloped by Kaeya's warmth, scent and charisma, you wondered whether his grandfather was not a pirate but a siren, because for a second there you felt like you were drowning.

"Kaeya," you called for him, lips finding his in a searing kiss, tongues dancing in a dirty dance of dominance.

You wanted him, you wanted him now.

Attuned to your reactions (as if the bucking of your hips and gripping his forearm wasn't telling enough), Kaeya knew you were close, so he withdrew fingers, hissing at the way you scratched his skin.

"Patience, darling," he mused, crawling to sit between your legs.

The tip of his cock kissed your entrance, smudging wetness between the folds, before entering in a slow, delicate thrust. When he bottomed out, he paused, giving you time to adjust to the stretch, yet couldn't keep his arms and lips away from you: circling the clit and a nipple in gentle, stimulating motions, his mouth nibbling your jaw.

His patience was nothing but gentlemanly, proving how important you were to him. Even if his hips were twitching a little with desire, he waited for you to feel comfortable, not wanting to hurt your delicate pussy. Only when you gave him a reassuring hum, Kaeya started moving.

Your bodies intertwined in a searing passion, tenderness mixed with animalistic desire you both shared. Before tonight sex was the only way for you to openly show your repressed feelings for each other. But with each thrust, with each kiss, Kaeya was getting closer to something just as unstoppable as an impending orgasm.

Maybe it was a whim of emotions, maybe it was an effect thrown at him by this romantic inn in the middle of nowhere or maybe, just maybe, Kaeya had already decided in his heart that he would say these words sooner or later. So, after one particular slap of hips, he stilled, prompting you to whine in frustration.

"Kaeya, stop teasing," your adorable pout made his cock twitch a little, yet he persisted

"Can I share a secret with you?" he whispered, pecking the corner of your lips, letting you chase his mouth for a kiss that never came.

Even in a serious moment like this he couldn't stop teasing you. But then again, how serious was it, confessing in the middle of the sex?

"Would you be my girlfriend?" even though his smirk was unwavering, even the thick darkness couldn't hide the raw nervousness in his blue eye.

"I feel like one eye isn't enough for this conversation," you muttered, your hips froze still, even despite the unbearable throbbing between your legs.

The overconsuming arousal was almost clouding your judgement. Almost. Yet you got focused enough to trace up the cheek of your partner until your fingers hooked under an eyepatch.

You froze, searching his face for any signs of discomfort, but his grin got even wider, so you gently tugged the item up. Honestly speaking, you were expecting anything - a scar, an empty eye socket, a matching eye that would mean all of this just was a long-playing trick Kaeya mastered. However, what was looking at you is a pretty eye with a color of a twilight sky. It even had a star in its waking - a weirdly-shaped pupil.

"What do you think?" a two-layered question. Was he asking about his little confession or the eye? He gave you the freedom of deciding it for yourself. Kaeya's voice was hoarse and, if you didn't know better, you'd think he was anxious.

And maybe he was, because for some reason showing you his right eye felt more vulnerable than being absolutely naked in front of you.

"Yes."

With an eyepatch discarded and the last secret stripped before you (or at least there were now less of them), you resumed your love-making. Both of you endured enough to turn hungry and animalistic, rigid, rapid sound of connecting bodies filling the room.

"Oh, Kaeya, I'm so close," you moaned, mouth failing to catch his lips.

You felt feverish, his body so close and so hot, his fingers orchestrating you like a music instrument, knowing when to touch, rub and tug just to make you sing the loveliest. It didn't take you long to cum, legs shaking around his waist.

When his own orgasm crashed, he pulled out, thick ropes of cum painting your stomach.

Through half-lidded eyes, you watched how he bit his lip, locked arousal-clouded eyes with yours and moaned, moaned your name. As his breathing calmed down, he carefully plopped down in your embrace.

"Oh, baby, you like me so much," you teased.

"I guess I do," he chuckled, nesting in your arms. "Let's just lay like this for a bit."

"Just don't fall asleep. We both need a bath, I feel dirty."

Kaeya lifted his palm to smear cum on your stomach.

"Really? I wonder why."

[soaps-puppyboy]

Papa V general headcanons

Autistic (has a special interest in vampires, much like Copia with his rats)

Transmasc. This is less of a headcanon and more of a genuine speculation, due to the Peacefield music video

Quite a bit more emotionally mature than Copia, simply a difference in how he was raised. He's very forgiving

Literally just wants good relationship with his newfound twin brother, will probably bake cupcakes for him if he deems it necessary (hes really fuckin good at baking)

Genuinely is SOOO confused as to why Copia is so concerned with not being papa anymore, as it's clearly just a figurehead role within the clergy. And he certainly doesn't understand why hes being lashed out at for it :(

Takes good care of 'his' ghouls all equally, even though most of them were Copia's ghouls first and he feels bad for taking them from him

Leading on from that, he would absolutely love to join a ghoul cuddle puddle, but staunchly refuses to ask them to join in. Hes worried that they'll reject him, or think he's trying to replace Copia

He definitely encourages Cirrus (and the others) to call with Copia while on tour, he has a second iPhone 6 just for them to use. He downloaded flappy bird for Mountain to play during intervals

When he gets back from tour, he's absolutely gonna be vulnerable to pranks from the ghouls and some of the more mischievous Siblings of Sin, cos he's absolutely not used to the shenanigans that happen at the clergy. He's too naive to get it, so it takes him a while to start anticipating and avoiding pranks.

Has a tiny little bat plushie he keeps on him during rituals, he has a hidden pocket in his robes for it, lined with silk. He named it Raphael and its grey and purple.

[ilyprs]

P I S T A N T H R O P H O B I A | s.geum

───𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐮𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐛───

pistanthrophobia : the fear of trusting people, forming close romantic relationships, and being vulnerable in interpersonal connections

' in which she can't escape her first love

•seong-je x reader

•part 3. (part 1&2 are out on my profile💌)

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Lee Serim was literally counting the seconds until the school day was finally over, and she had to pull herself together just to survive it patiently. The mere thought of what was awaiting her later made her hands instantly start to sweat, and a wave of nausea hit her.

„Yah, what are we doing later today?" Gotak's voice snapped her out of her thoughts as the two of them stood in the cafeteria line to get their lunch. The girl hadn't been listening, her mind elsewhere—or more precisely, on someone else—when she looked at him, startled, a confused expression on her face. Gotak quickly realized his best friend hadn't been paying attention and clicked his tongue in annoyance.

„Man, what's wrong with you lately, Serim?" he asked, concerned. When she just kept staring at him and didn't answer, he rolled his eyes in frustration, slowly growing impatient. The problem wasn't that Serim didn't trust him. On the contrary, she would've trusted Gotak with her life—he had proven his loyalty to her plenty of times. That wasn't the issue. The issue was that she simply couldn't tell him because she knew what kind of consequences it would bring. Only after changing schools had she truly realized how dangerous this "Union" business really was. The boys had explained their activities to her and told her just how immoral everything about it was. And as if that wasn't bad enough, Seong-je had to be one of the founders of that horrible system. Baku was always in a bad mood whenever the topic of the Union came up, which was why they all avoided talking about it whenever they could. Sure, the friend group had been confronted a few times by Union members, but each time the teens had fought back and were usually left alone afterward—no one dared touch them again. Atleast not until a new guy was naive enough to try again and learned his lesson the hard way.

It wasn't until a year into their friendship that the boys found out what had happened between Serim and Seong-je. When she finally told them everything, they were shocked. The boys simply couldn't imagine a time when Seong-je wasn't driven by hatred and greed but could actually be loving. Especially Baku, who had known him the longest, didn't believe a word at first. But eventually, he realized she had nothing to gain from lying, and her honesty became clear. From the moment she confessed, the boys never let her walk anywhere alone at night again—especially not in areas where gang members usually hung out. Their protective instincts were no joke. Just hearing Seong-je's name made them instantly tense up. They were also one of the main reasons there was never another meeting between Serim and Seong-je. Even if she had wanted to meet him, the boys would've ruined that plan and stopped her from going through with such a reckless idea.

Trying her best to steer Gotak away from the topic, Serim brought up the new student who had transferred that day. She told him the guy seemed strange and incredibly cold. She had also overheard whispers from other students saying he had put someone into a coma—but Serim didn't believe that. If it were true, she figured she'd find out soon enough anyway.

Gotak knew she was trying to change the subject, but he also knew that forcing her to talk wouldn't work. If Serim had been ready to open up, she would've done it on her own. So he just looked at her gently and listened patiently. He wrapped a protective arm around her shoulders and ruffled her hair, which earned him a hard slap against his head. He didn't bring the subject up again.

She had no idea how she'd made it through the day, but somehow, she was still alive—though she'd honestly have preferred not to be. If she weren't alive, she wouldn't have to deal with all her problems, most of which revolved around him. The entire school day, she had been wondering what to do, because there was no way she wanted to go to that meeting. She knew nothing good would come of it—Seong-je attracted trouble like a magnet. No matter where he went or what he did, he always ended up in a fight or some kind of dirty business. Serim never wanted to be part of any of it. Still unsure, she pulled her school bag closer and sighed loudly. The weather was sunny and not cold at all—just how Lee Serim liked it. Unfortunately, she didn't get to enjoy it for long.

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She had finished her long training session and quickly taken a shower before blow-drying her hair and slipping into fresh clothes. She tucked her hair behind her ears and threw on a cardigan before slinging her training bag over her shoulder and leaving the locker room. The training had drained the last of her energy, and all she wanted now was to crawl into her cozy bed and never get up again. The fact that she had barely slept the night before made that idea even more appealing.

When it came to training, her father never showed her mercy. He always emphasized how unsafe the area was and kept pushing her beyond her limits. Gotak and Baku hadn't come to training that day, both caught up in private matters, and Serim had missed them. It never took long for her to start missing her friends. Seeing them every day felt so natural that it always felt off when they weren't around. With a heavy heart, she left the gym and sent a quick message to the group chat the trio shared:

"Just finished training. I'll text you when I'm home."

Baku replied immediately, telling her to be careful and to call him right away if anything happened. Serim smiled at his protective instincts and glanced quickly at the clock on her phone.

8:14 PM.

Her heart skipped a beat, and she considered calling Baku after all, uncertain of what might be waiting for her once she took just a few more steps. Seong-je hadn't sent her another message, but Serim was smart enough to know he'd never leave it at that. She knew that no matter where she went, he could show up at any moment. With ears sharp and alert, she left the street where the gym was and headed home.

She checked every corner three times and expected someone to appear at any moment, avoiding all eye contact with strangers. She had to be as paranoid as possible—otherwise, she wouldn't make it home tonight. Serim acted like someone on high alert, and a few people were already giving her odd looks, but she didn't care. Her safety came first, and as long as Seong-je was still alive, she would never be safe on the streets at night. Not from strangers—but from him.

Serim was about five minutes from her apartment when she suddenly saw a shadow between her legs. She whipped around instantly. Her heart was racing, and her body went into survival mode as she gripped her bag tightly and prepared to fight off whoever was following her. But when she turned, no one was there—just a small black cat with white spots circling around her legs and meowing loudly.

Still breathing heavily, Serim took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down.

False alarm.

She immediately dropped to her knees and began petting the super cute cat. Cats were her absolute favorite animals, and she could never resist them. Unfortunately, her father had a cat allergy, so she could never have one of her own, which made her sad every time she thought about it. If it were up to her, she'd rescue and adopt every stray cat she saw—but that was just wishful thinking. Reality looked a lot different. Smiling happily, she sat there, now rubbing the cat's belly as it rolled onto its back, clearly enjoying the attention. She quickly pulled out her phone and took a photo before starting to talk to it in a baby voice.

She completely lost track of time and didn't even notice someone quietly stepping up behind her—until this time, she really did see a shadow behind her. Her heart stopped. Damn it. She hadn't been careful enough. Her heart stopped for a second and she cursed herself out for being this reckless. Serim didn't even need to turn around to know who it was. She could feel it. His presence was unmistakable.

„You didn't come."

That was all he said. His voice was rough, and she could hear the cigarette which was sitting in his mouth.

She fought with everything in her not to turn around and look at his ridiculously handsome face. She had never been able to resist him.

Without a word, she gave the cat one last stroke, took a deep breath, stood up quickly, and started walking—without even giving him a glance. She heard him hiss quietly behind her, then the sound of a cigarette hitting the pavement, followed by a hand grabbing her wrist, pulling her back. Serim tried to yank her arm away, but he was faster and stronger. He always was. Seong-je turned her toward him, forcing her to face him.

Seong-je looked deep into her eyes and said nothing at first. Oh how much she had missed that beautiful face of his. His grip didn't loosen even though Serim tried hard to break free. He weirdly seemed to cherish this encounter between the old lovers.

„Let me go, what the fuck!" she snapped angrily, pulling harder at her wrist.

This time, he let go—and because she hadn't expected it, she couldn't catch her balance in time and fell flat on her butt.

Those were the first words they had exchanged in two years, face-to-face, and they ended with her on the ground.

In her dreams, the first words would have been more romantic—but reality, as always, was far more brutal. She looked up at him and saw that stupid smirk on his face, which only made her angrier. She harshly balled her fist and it took everything in her to not just hit the damn ground she was now sitting on.

„You could've just told me you missed me. You didn't have to get on your knees for it, baby," he said teasingly, slowly kneeling in front of her. That smirk never left his face, and Serim saw red. She couldn't describe how much she hated him and that dirty mouth in that moment. Still - his words left her speechless for a moment and a small blush appeared on her cheeks despite her hard efforts. Serim was very easy to get flustered when it came to him and he knew it. He immediately picked up her blushing cheeks and only grinned harder at the girl sitting in front of him.

Without a word, she raised her right hand—and the next moment, Seong-je's face turned to the side. A bright red handprint formed on his cheek from the slap she had just landed. Serim knew that what she'd done was dangerously stupid, but in that moment, she didn't care. She just felt so exposed near him knowing that he could always read her like a book. Seong-je had always known exactly which buttons to push to make her lose control.

But he just pushed his tongue against the inside of his cheek, fixed his glasses which slipped due to the impact of her slap and looked at her with amusement. That bastard enjoyed pushing her to the edge, took pleasure in making her feel crazy. Even though it had to hurt, he didn't show any sign of pain. Even worse, he laughed about it.

„Baby, you know how much that turns me on right? Are you trying to seduce me right now?"

He laughed even louder, and his glasses reflected the stunned expression on her face. She desperately wanted to scream at him and hit him at the same time, she was just so fed up with everything. But none of that happened, instead he slowly stood up, then yanked her up by the arm. Once she was on her feet, she instantly pulled away from him. Her mind was spinning, and she felt so helpless in that moment that she almost started to cry—but she held herself together. She had promised herself she'd never cry because of him again, and she had no intention of breaking that promise now.

Seong-je looked at her for a long time before placing his hand on her cheek and leaning closer.

„You don't know how much I missed that helpless look on your face. Nothing I've done since then has made me feel the way just one look from you does."

He spoke softly, gazing deeply into her eyes. She was frozen in place, unable to move. His eyes had something hypnotic about them, and she couldn't resist them. She stared at him for several seconds—until that smirk reappeared. That was when reality snapped her back.

Without warning, she stomped on his foot with all her strength and spun around to run. She knew that no matter how fast she ran, he'd catch up. But she didn't care. If she wanted to survive, she had to get as far away from him as possible.

„You'll never escape me, Sera—remember that!" he called after her, laughing loudly enough for her to hear.

The old nickname he used for her made her skin crawl and left her feeling sick. She briefly considered turning around and shouting an insult at him—but knew it would only excite him more, so she held back. She was already turning the next corner when she saw him still standing there, taking a slow drag from a cigarette she hadn’t noticed he even pulled out with a wide grin—

—and she ran for her life.

taglist: @gacktsa @dripoftheseus @rockerica @b3autyist3rror @jaymiwrld @shonerd @mordessaa @inhoswifee

[boydyke]

just one psychotic episode will change your life, forever. it'll alter your self perception beyond recognition. you'll remember who you were before, back when you were (relatively) sane, always been sane, and you won't recognize her anymore. she'll feel more like a sister. you're still the same, you are--but you aren't. you're different, you know you are. You're different in ways you cannot articulate, in ways your loved ones cannot truly grasp. you've experienced something most people believe is impossible to experience. likely because it is. it was something impossible, grand, and terrifying. the most scared you've ever felt in your life. God looked down on you and laughed, and finally, finally you know what it feels like to be that small and vulnerable. you can't go back to before, when you were naive, ignorant to your size. but it's okay. you're okay, now. it's over and you're safe. and you've always been safe, really, it wasn't real, but the trauma is. the trauma is real and it's lasting.

and it's not real. and you know it's not real. but sometimes you get scared again. so, so, so scared, because it was traumatizing and now you're left with flashbacks to a time when the world didn't make sense, when you weren't yourself, when you were small and confused and lost and could not understand yourself let alone be understood--and it feels real again. but you don't believe it, not really, you know you don't. you know it's not real. it's not psychosis round 2, but you're still so so scared--scared that you're wrong, that it is real, scared that you'll go back there--that you'll lose the sanity you grappled for. fought for. but you don't. not yet, at least. the flashback passes, same as any other flashback. but the fear lingers. you'll fear losing control like that for the rest of your life. years of sanity, remission, and you're still afraid, because you know what that felt like and it was scary. it's weird to believe again, when you don't really believe, it's weird to relive unreality while knowing you're within reality. you can feel your sanity, you know it's there, because it's saying "this isn't real and we know it's not real. we know this. but I am so so so scared anyway. I am so scared of experiencing it again. I am so scared that I was right and now I'm wrong."

psychosis is traumatic and trauma leaves you with flashbacks. and sometimes it feels like you're there again. like you've slipped away again. and it's scary. but you'll be back, I know you will, because I'm back, I'm okay, and you are too. I love you. I love all of you. love yourselves for me.

[minxmut-cafe]

HEXED HEARTS| PART 3

Pairing : Slytherin Jimin x Huffle puff Reader

Authors note : This ones just smut. And comfort, maybe a little bit of angst.

PART 1 | PART 2

Warning. : Smut, penetration, angst, crack,

Synopsis :

Jimin, a cocky Slytherin, relentlessly bullies the sweet, naive little Hufflepuff. After accidentally hitting her with a charm, she becomes love-struck and overly vulnerable. Despite her efforts to hide it, her innocence makes her an easy target for his teasing and the manipulations of others, leaving her trapped in confusion and desire. In an attempt to revert her back to normal...things take an interesting turn.

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Once she was cleaned up, he grabbed one of his oversized Slytherin sweaters and pulled it over her head. She didn’t even try to help, just let him move her however he wanted, blinking up at him like a lost little lamb.

Jimin bit back a groan.

He was going to ruin her all over again if she kept looking at him like that.

He ran a hand through her hair, smoothing it down before scooping her up and settling her against his chest. “There we go,” he murmured, wrapping the blankets around her. “All warm and cozy.”

She nuzzled into his neck, still not saying a word.

Jimin chuckled, rubbing her back in slow, soothing circles. “You really forgot how to talk, huh?”

She nodded against him.

He snorted. “Merlin, I should be proud, but this is actually kind of sad.”

She pouted. Visibly.

Jimin groaned, gripping her chin and tilting her face up to look at him.

“You’re actually ridiculous, you know that?” he murmured, thumb stroking her bottom lip. “All pouty and helpless in my sweater.”

She blinked up at him, eyes still glossy, lips parting—

And then, finally, finally, in the softest, hoarsest little voice, she whispered:

“…Kiss.”

Jimin cursed under his breath.

Then he did exactly what she asked.

Jimin was so comfortable.

Warm blankets, soft girl, lazy kisses—what more could he ask for?

She was curled up against his chest, small fingers tangling in the fabric of his sweater as she sighed against his lips. Still a little weak, still a little dazed, but so pliant.

Jimin smirked, tilting her chin up for another kiss, his thumb rubbing slow circles against her jaw. “Feeling better, princess?”

She let out a tiny hum, nuzzling into him.

His smirk grew. Adorable.

He was just about to tease her again when—

BANG BANG BANG.

Jimin froze.

She stiffened against him, blinking up in confusion.

The knocking came again, louder this time, followed by a very familiar voice.

“Park Jimin, open the damn door!”

Jimin cursed, recognizing the voice immediately—Taehyung.

Then, another voice—equally loud, equally obnoxious.

“We know you’re in there, dumbass!”

Jeongguk.

Jimin closed his eyes, exhaling sharply through his nose.

“Merlin’s balls,” he muttered, already regretting every decision that led him to this moment.

The girl in his arms blinked, still dazed. “Aren’t you gonna get that?”

Jimin groaned, running a hand down his face. “No, because they’re idiots and I don’t wanna deal with them right now.”

Another bang against the door.

“Jimin, we swear to god, if you don’t open this door, we’re breaking in!”

Jimin’s grip on her tightened.

She blinked up at him again, all confused and adorable and—

Jimin sighed.

“Okay,” he muttered, pressing one last kiss to her temple before gently untangling himself from her. “Stay here, don’t make a sound.”

She nodded, pulling the blanket up to her chin.

Jimin rolled his eyes. She looked guilty already.

He got up, ruffled his hair to look somewhat presentable, and yanked the door open.

Immediately, Taehyung and Jeongguk stumbled in.

Jimin barely had time to dodge them before they were standing in the middle of his room, looking around suspiciously.

Jeongguk squinted. “Why did it take you so long to open the door?”

Jimin crossed his arms, leaning against the frame. “Maybe because I was sleeping?”

Taehyung snorted. “Please, Park, you don’t sleep before midnight.”

Jimin glared. “Maybe I do now.”

Jeongguk narrowed his eyes, scanning the room. His gaze landed on the messy bed. The extra blankets. The slight dent in the pillows where someone else was clearly lying.

Jimin tensed.

Jeongguk’s eyes widened.

Taehyung gasped.

“You’re not alone.”

Jimin was already so done.

Jimin didn't even bother trying to stop what happened next.

Because the moment his friends processed that, yes, he wasn't alone, and yes, there was a very real possibility that he had broken every dormitory rule in existence—

They panicked.

"Jimin, you absolute dumbass," Jeongguk whisper-yelled, smacking his arm. "You do know we’re not supposed to do this shit here, right? Right?! Because if you forgot, let me remind you—"

Taehyung, meanwhile, was already pacing. "Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. If we get caught, we’re dead. D-E-A-D, dead. Do you even know what happens to people who break dorm rules, Jimin? Do you?!"

Jimin rolled his eyes, unimpressed. "Calm the fuck down, will you?"

"Calm down?!" Taehyung gaped at him. "You're actually insane."

Jeongguk threw his hands up. "How are you so chill about this?"

Jimin sighed. He was about to tell them to shut up and get the hell out when—

A small, sleepy noise came from behind him.

A rustling of blankets.

And then—

A tiny, toasty little head popped out from the covers.

All three of them froze.

Jimin turned slowly.

And there she was.

The Hufflepuff.

The same tiny thing he had spent years tormenting. The one he had bullied and teased and stolen food from. The one they all knew he was constantly picking on.

She was curled up in his bed, hair a mess, drowning in his sweater, her cheeks flushed from sleep.

And then—

She blinked up at them.

"…Hi?"

Dead silence.

Taehyung's jaw dropped.

Jeongguk choked.

Jimin?

Jimin closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and prayed for patience.

The silence stretched for an uncomfortably long time.

Jimin could feel the gears in his friends’ heads turning, the absolute calamity of thoughts probably running through their minds.

Then—

"What the actual fuck?" Jeongguk whisper-screamed, eyes nearly popping out of his skull.

Taehyung just kept blinking at the girl, like his brain had fully short-circuited.

Meanwhile, she just sat there, all warm and tiny under Jimin’s sweater, clearly not comprehending why they were losing their shit.

Jimin sighed.

"Okay," he said, rubbing his temples. "Breathe. This isn’t a big deal."

"Not a big deal?!" Taehyung hissed, still staring at the very real Hufflepuff in Jimin’s bed. "You—of all fucking people—are literally cuddling the same girl you’ve bullied for years."

Jeongguk looked deeply betrayed. "Years, Jimin."

The girl, now slightly more awake, yawned and stretched like a kitten.

And then—

"Mmm, Jiminie, come back, it’s cold," she mumbled, reaching out to tug at his sleeve.

Dead.

They were dead.

Jeongguk’s face contorted like he was experiencing physical pain. Taehyung clutched his chest like he’d been stabbed.

Jimin clenched his jaw.

"Don’t say a fucking word," he warned them, pointing a finger.

Jeongguk wheezed. "Jiminie?!"

Taehyung collapsed against the door. "I can’t fucking breathe."

Jimin turned back to his girl, who was watching the entire thing with a sleepy, confused pout. She still hadn’t processed why they were reacting like this.

So, of course, she tilted her head. "Are they okay?"

Jimin sighed. "No. They’re fucking not."

Jimin shoved them out the door, ignoring their protests, their wheezing, their very real tears of betrayal.

"Out. Now.*"

"This isn't over, Park—!"

SLAM.

He turned back around, exhaling sharply, only to find her staring at him with that look.

Oh, hell no.

"You did that on purpose, didn't you?" He narrowed his eyes.

She blinked up at him, all innocence and butter-wouldn't-melt energy, clutching his sleeve like she hadn’t just committed war crimes.

"Did what?" she asked sweetly.

Jimin groaned, dragging a hand down his face. "You called me ‘Jiminie’ in front of those idiots— you knew what you were doing!*"

Her lips tugged up. "Did I?"

Oh, she was enjoying this.

This little—

"You did," he accused, leaning in. "You were supposed to stay hidden."

"I got toasty," she pouted.

He huffed. "You are the biggest menace."

She giggled, twirling a piece of his sleeve between her fingers. "Well, you’re the one who put me in your sweater, Jiminie."

Jimin groaned again, this time for entirely different reasons.

Jimin let his head fall back against the door with a thud, inhaling through his nose like he was praying for patience.

"You're—" he pointed at her, "—lucky you're cute."

Her grin widened, eyes twinkling. "I know."

Jimin lunged.

She squeaked, scrambling backward onto the bed, but he was faster, climbing over her until she was caged beneath him. He braced one arm beside her head, the other tilting her chin up, forcing her to look at him.

"You think this is funny, don’t you?" he murmured, voice low.

She nodded, biting her lip to stifle a giggle.

Jimin's eyes darkened. "You like riling me up, hmm?" His thumb swiped across her lower lip, tugging it free. "You're getting bolder, sweetheart."

"Maybe..." she whispered.

His smirk was sharp, dangerous. "You really shouldn’t test me."

"Or what?" she whispered, voice shaky but defiant.

Jimin grinned. "Oh, sweetheart…" He leaned down until his lips brushed her ear. "You don’t want to find out."

She yelped when he effortlessly folded her legs up again, pressing her knees toward her chest.

"H-Hey, hey!" she stammered, hands pushing weakly at his shoulders. "We just did that—"

Jimin raised an eyebrow, amusement curling his lips. "And?"

She huffed, squirming. "And I need a break!"

His smirk deepened. "Oh, sweetheart," he cooed, trailing his fingers down her thigh. "I don’t think you understand how much of a mess you made teasing me back there."

Her breath hitched as he leaned in, his nose brushing hers, his tone dropping to a husky whisper. "So now... you deal with the consequences."

Her breath stuttered as Jimin’s grip tightened around her thighs, his smirk all-knowing, devilish.

"C-consequences?" she squeaked, heart hammering against her ribs.

Jimin hummed, pressing slow, open-mouthed kisses along her jaw, his fingers tracing teasing patterns on her bare skin. "Mhm. You think you can just bat those pretty lashes, look all cute and helpless, and get away with it?"

She shivered, the heat between them crackling like a live wire. "I wasn't trying to—"

"Oh, but you were," he murmured, nipping at her earlobe, making her jolt. "And now, sweetheart, you're stuck with me until I decide I've had enough."

Her whimper was muffled when he kissed her again, slow and deep, and she melted right into it—because, truth be told, she wasn’t sure she’d ever have enough of him either.

Jimin was a paradox—a maddening one. His lips pressed sweet, lingering kisses against her flushed skin, but his hips snapped forward with an unforgiving pace, rattling the bed against the headboard.

"J-Jimin—!" she sobbed, her fingers twisting into the sheets, eyes unfocused as pleasure wracked through her body.

"Shh, sweetheart," he cooed, voice all honeyed affection, completely at odds with the way he was wrecking her. "You wanted this, didn’t you?"

She nodded weakly, barely coherent, and he chuckled, the sound dark, pleased. "Then take it."

And she did—helplessly, desperately—because there was no running from Jimin, no escaping the way he consumed her whole.

Jimin groaned at the sight—his oversized sweater swallowing her up, making her look even smaller beneath him. But the way her body moved, the way her breasts bounced beneath the fabric as he pinned her knees to her chest and drove into her—Merlin, it was maddening.

"Look at you," he murmured, voice thick with lust and something dangerously close to affection. "So fucking cute, wrapped up in my clothes while I ruin you."

She whined, barely able to form words, her fingers clawing at his arms, his back—anything to hold onto as he pounded into her relentlessly.

"J-Jimin—too much—!" she sobbed, but her body betrayed her, trembling, clenching around him like she never wanted him to stop.

"Too much?" He smirked, leaning down to kiss the corner of her mouth, his thrusts not slowing in the slightest. "Then why are you squeezing me so tight, sweetheart?"

By the time the night was over, she was a ruined, trembling mess in his arms. Jimin had taken her in every way imaginable—on his bed, his study table, against the wall, even standing up with her legs wrapped around him as he fucked her into delirium.

She had no thoughts left, just the lingering ache of pleasure coursing through her body. Jimin, smug and utterly pleased with himself, ran a lazy hand down her back as she lay sprawled across his chest, her breath uneven.

"Didn't know my little Hufflepuff could take so much," he murmured, kissing the top of her head. "You still with me, sweetheart?"

She tried to respond, but all that came out was a weak whimper.

Jimin chuckled, pressing another kiss to her temple. "Yeah, that's what I thought."

Jimin, still half-asleep, cracked an eye open at the sound of her grumbling. She was curled up against his chest, her face scrunched up in pure disdain at the sunlight streaming through his dorm window.

"What’s got your knickers in a twist this early?" he rasped, voice thick with sleep.

She buried her face into his chest with a dramatic groan. "It’s morning," she grumbled. "I hate mornings."

That made him pause. He blinked at her, confused. "You? Hate mornings?"

"Yes," she huffed. "Why do people always act so surprised?"

Jimin smirked. "Dunno, thought you lot were all sunshine and rainbows at the crack of dawn."

She pulled away just to squint at him, clearly unimpressed. "What exactly do you think Hufflepuffs are like?"

Jimin shrugged, fighting back a laugh. "Hardworking, cheery, obsessed with plants and small creatures… definitely not the type to whine about waking up."

She gasped, affronted. "I’ll have you know, I am very hardworking!"

"Mmm," Jimin hummed, dragging her back into his arms. "You worked pretty damn hard last night, I’ll give you that."

Her face burned, and she smacked his chest with a pout. "You’re awful."

"And yet," he teased, tilting her chin up so he could steal a slow, lazy morning kiss, "you’re still in my bed."

Jimin pulled back just enough to look her in the eyes, his thumb brushing over her cheek. "So… do you feel normal now?" he asked, voice low and teasing. "With the charm and all?"

She blinked at him, her expression still hazy with sleep, and for a second, he thought she might actually consider it. But then her lips wobbled, and she sighed dramatically, snuggling closer. "No," she admitted, voice muffled against his chest. "Still feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Still kinda want to bite you."

Jimin snorted. "Love-sick little puppy," he murmured, rolling onto his back and dragging her with him so she was sprawled on top of him.

She hummed, clearly unbothered. "Maybe. But that’s your fault."

"How so?" he asked, arching a brow.

"You did all that…" She waved a lazy hand before pressing her palm against his chest, right over his heartbeat. "And then you cuddled me. You even kissed my forehead. That’s, like, prime boyfriend behavior. How am I supposed to recover from that?"

Jimin huffed a laugh, shaking his head. "You’re ridiculous."

"And you’re stuck with me now," she mumbled, already dozing off again.

Jimin just smirked, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "Yeah, I know."

She suddenly stiffened against him, and Jimin felt it immediately. Her fingers curled against his chest as she lifted her head, blinking at him with wide, uncertain eyes.

"Wait…" she whispered, her voice hesitant. "Are you my boyfriend?"

Jimin stared at her for a second, then smirked. "Dunno, love-sick puppy. Are you asking?"

Her face turned so red he thought she might actually explode. "Jimin!" she huffed, swatting his chest.

He chuckled, enjoying teasing her far too much, but when her lips wobbled ever so slightly, he softened. Wrapping his arms around her, he rolled them over so she was beneath him, tucked safely into the mattress. His hands cupped her cheeks, thumbs brushing soothing circles over her skin.

"Hey," he murmured, leaning in to press a soft kiss against her forehead. "Don’t go overthinking it, yeah?"

She still looked unsure, so he kissed her cheek. Then her nose. Then finally, her lips—slow and sweet, melting away her worries.

"You’re mine," he murmured against her lips. "Charm or no charm. You got that?"

She swallowed, eyes shining as she whispered, "Yeah… I got it."*

"Good," he said, smirking before stealing another kiss. "Now stop looking so cute before I keep you in bed all day."*

Just as things were getting soft and sweet, Jimin's clock let out a shrill ring, making both of them jump. It was the usual indicator to get up and start getting ready for the day, but right now, it was the most unwelcome sound in the world.

She groaned dramatically, burying her face in his chest. "Noooo..."

Jimin sighed, running a hand down his face. "Yeah, yeah. Time to get up."

She shook her head fiercely. "No. We pretend it didn’t happen."

He huffed a laugh. "We can’t just pretend time doesn’t exist, love."

"Why not?" she mumbled against his skin. "Let’s just stay here forever. Hibernate. Never go to class again."

"You hate mornings that much?"

"Yes."

Jimin chuckled, his fingers lazily tracing her spine. "I thought Hufflepuffs were supposed to be all bright and cheery in the mornings."

She peeked up at him, eyes narrowed. "What exactly do you think Hufflepuffs are like?"

He smirked. "Like little sunflowers. Always happy. Always smiling. Love waking up at the crack of dawn."

She looked personally offended. "We’re not golden retrievers, Jimin."*

"Could’ve fooled me," he teased, tapping her nose.

She swatted his hand away with a sleepy glare before sighing dramatically. "Fine. But only because I don’t wanna be late."*

Jimin grinned, giving her one last lingering kiss before finally—reluctantly—rolling out of bed. "Come on, love-sick puppy. Let’s get moving before your tiny Hufflepuff legs make you late."*

Jimin was on top of the world. He had just spent the entire night tangled up with a girl who made his heart race into oblivion—something he never thought would happen. The fact that she was still here, still looking at him like he hung the stars, had his chest feeling all warm and stupid.

And then she tried to stand up.

Tried.

Because the moment she got up, her legs wobbled, buckled, and—thud—she went down right on her ass.

Jimin froze for half a second before bursting into laughter. "Oh my god—"

"Don’t," she gritted out, glaring at him as she sat there, stunned.

"I’m sorry—" he wheezed, "I’m not laughing—"

"Yes, you are!"

"Okay, maybe a little—"

She groaned, covering her face as he knelt down beside her, wiping tears from his eyes. "You good, baby?"

"I hate you so much," she muttered.

He smirked, hooking an arm around her waist and effortlessly lifting her up. "Nah, you love me."*

"You’re the reason I can’t walk," she grumbled.

Jimin’s grin widened. "Damn right I am."*

Jimin wrapped his arms around her, pulling her against his chest as his hands slid down to her waist. His fingers glowed faintly as he channeled just enough magic to ease the worst of her soreness—but not enough to take it all away.

She shivered as the warmth spread through her, a soft sigh escaping her lips. "That feels nice..."

"Mhm." Jimin smirked, pressing a lazy kiss against her temple. "Just enough so you can walk straight, but you’re still gonna feel it, sweetheart."

Her eyes snapped open, narrowing at him. "You did that on purpose."

"Of course I did." He grinned, nipping at her earlobe. "Gotta make sure you remember last night every time you move today."*

She let out an exasperated groan, smacking his chest. "You’re the worst."

"And yet," he mused, tilting her chin up so their lips almost touched, "you still love me."*

She huffed but didn’t deny it. Not when he was looking at her like that. Not when her legs still felt like jelly.

Jimin had to help her sneak out of room and get back to her dorms.

She was practically vibrating with excitement as she threw herself onto her bed, kicking her legs and burying her face into her pillow. "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!" she squealed, rolling side to side. Her whole body felt like it was still buzzing from last night, and the fact that Jimin had been so... ugh, perfect made her want to melt into a puddle all over again.

She hugged her pillow tight, giggling to herself. The way he had looked at her. The way he had touched her. The way he had been so smug yet so sweet at the same time. It was too much.

Then, mid-kick, she froze.

"Shit."

Her panties were still ruined. Her skirt was still too short. Her entire body was still sore. And worst of all—she had to sneak through the halls looking like this.

"I cannot believe I just did the walk of shame out of Park Jimin’s room." She groaned, covering her face.

She needed a shower. Immediately.

Jumping up, she scrambled to gather fresh clothes, practically hopping into the bathroom. As the warm water cascaded down her skin, washing away the evidence of last night, she couldn’t stop the silly little smile on her face.

Yeah. She was totally, completely screwed.

By the time she was finally dressed and ready, she had already missed two of her classes. Brilliant. Just brilliant.

With a sigh, she scribbled out a quick letter of absence and dropped it off at the administration office before making her way to her third class—Potions.

The moment she stepped into the classroom, she felt it. His gaze.

Jimin was already in his usual seat, lounging back with that signature lazy smirk of his, his chin resting on his palm as he watched her. His eyes flicked over her, lingering for a second too long before his smirk deepened.

She felt her face heat up.

Don’t react. Don’t react.

She squared her shoulders and made her way to her usual seat, but the moment she walked past him, he shifted just enough for his fingers to ghost against the back of her thigh, just beneath the hem of her skirt.

She jumped and shot him a glare, but he only gave her an innocent tilt of his head, lips curling in amusement.

“Careful, sweetheart,” he murmured under his breath as she hurried to her seat. “Wouldn’t want you getting distracted during class.”

Oh, he was so annoying. And the worst part? She totally was distracted now.

She slumped in her seat right behind him, arms crossed as she willed herself to focus on anything but him.

But damn it, he smelled so good.

Like a mix of cedarwood, something slightly sweet, and him. She almost wanted to bury her face into his stupid uniform and just inhale.

Her gaze drifted upward. His back was broad, and his hair was slightly tousled from where she had tugged on it last night. She bit her lip, a shiver running through her at the memory.

And then there were his cheeks.

Had she ever noticed how puffy they were? Almost adorably so?

Her fingers twitched. She could just—just pinch them. Or bite him. Maybe right on his shoulder. Would he yelp? Would he glare at her?

She barely held back a giggle, pressing her lips together.

Unfortunately for her, Jimin felt her staring.

Without turning around, he casually tilted his head, voice low enough for only her to hear.

“See something you like, sweetheart?”

She jolted, nearly knocking over her ink bottle. “Wha—No! Shut up.”

Jimin chuckled, and she just knew he was grinning. Damn him.

She was a fussy little thing the entire class, and it was adorable.

Every time Jimin moved, she huffed. Every time he stretched, she squirmed in her seat. When he casually glanced back at her, she glared like he had personally offended her ancestors.

And of course, this did not go unnoticed.

His friends exchanged glances. Other students whispered amongst themselves. The whole damn class seemed to be aware of the tension crackling between them.

So when the lesson ended and Jimin, without a word, grabbed her wrist and whisked her away, the entire room collectively gasped.

Somebody actually dropped a potion vial.

“What the hell—?”

“Are they—?”

“No way—”

The murmurs grew louder, but Jimin couldn’t have cared less.

He dragged her into a quieter hallway, barely suppressing a smirk as she squirmed in his grasp.

“You’re making a scene,” she hissed, cheeks pink.

“You were the one acting all fussy in class,” he shot back, finally slowing down. “You think I wouldn’t notice?”

She crossed her arms, lips pursed. “I wasn’t—”

Jimin suddenly stepped closer, tilting his head.

“You were staring,” he murmured. “You wanted something, didn’t you?”

Her breath hitched. He was so close. Smug, teasing, infuriatingly attractive—

She huffed again, looking away.

“…I wanted to bite you.”

Jimin blinked.

And then he grinned.

“Well, sweetheart,” he purred, voice thick with amusement. “Be my guest.”

Jimin had fully expected her to go for his neck. Maybe his lips if she was feeling particularly bold.

But no.

She fully assaulted his cheeks.

It wasn’t just one bite either. It was a full-on ambush.

First, she chomped down on his right cheek—not too hard, but enough to make him jolt. Then, before he could even react, she grabbed his face and bit his left cheek.

Jimin stood there, baffled.

“What the hell—”

She pulled back, eyes sparkling with mischief, looking so damn pleased with herself. “I told you I wanted to bite you.”

He blinked. Stunned.

“Your… my cheeks?” He ran a hand over his face, as if trying to process what just happened. “Out of everything—”

“They were puffy.” She shrugged, arms crossing as if that was reason enough. “You looked edible.”

Jimin was at a loss for words. Genuinely.

For years, he had been the one tormenting her. Teasing her. Getting under her skin. And now? Now, she was the one catching him off guard.

And dammit, it was adorable.

“…You’re ridiculous,” he finally muttered, rubbing his cheek with an exasperated sigh.

She grinned. “And you love it.”

He didn’t even bother denying it.

The more he spent time with her. The more guilty ridden he got.

She was adorable, slightly dumb like she was missing a brain or two, gullible, stupidly gorgeous, funny, mischievous, caring (she stayed by his side the whole time he was sick and hand fed him)

gave him flowers whenever he gave her flowers.

gave him trinkets just because they reminded her of him.

One day she caught him brooding about these things.

He looked like he could cry

She found him in one of his usual hiding spots—a quiet nook in the library, away from prying eyes. His arms were crossed, his brows furrowed so deeply it looked like he was on the verge of a crisis.

“Why do you look like you’re about to cry?” she asked, plopping down beside him without a care in the world.

Jimin stiffened, eyes flickering to her before quickly looking away. “I’m not.”

She squinted at him. “You so are.”

“I’m not.”

“You are.”

“I’m not—”

She reached out and poked his cheek. “Are too.”

He let out a heavy sigh, leaning back against the wall, arms tightening around himself. His usual arrogance, his teasing smirks—all gone. He just looked… haunted.

“…Why are you so nice to me?” he finally asked, voice quiet.

She blinked. “Huh?”

“You know how I treated you.” His voice was bitter, self-loathing. “For years. I was an ass to you. I bullied you. And now…” He trailed off, swallowing hard. “You do all these things. You… you stay with me when I’m sick. You give me flowers, trinkets. You’re just… good to me.”

Her lips parted in realization.

Jimin let out a dry, humorless chuckle, shaking his head. “I don’t get it.”

She tilted her head, watching him closely. Then, after a moment, she simply said, “Because I like you.”

He froze.

She scooted closer, nudging his leg with hers. “You think too much.” Her voice was light, teasing, but her eyes were soft. “If I didn’t want to be here, I wouldn’t be.”

Jimin swallowed, staring at her like he didn’t know what to do with himself. Like he was desperately trying to understand how she could be so kind to him despite everything.

After a long silence, she reached into her pocket and pulled something out. A tiny, carved wooden star.

“Here.” She placed it in his palm, curling his fingers over it. “It reminded me of you.”

Jimin stared down at it, his throat tightening.

This girl—this stupidly sweet, wonderful girl—was going to ruin him.

Jimin stared down at the tiny wooden star she placed in his palm, fingers twitching around it. His throat felt tight, and for once, he had no clever remark, no teasing smirk—just silence.

She sighed and scooted even closer, her warmth seeping into him. Something he had learned about her: personal space did not exist.

"You think too much," she murmured, resting her head lightly against his shoulder. "And I think… I understand why."

He stiffened slightly, but she didn’t pull away.

"Do you remember that Quidditch match? The one where you were MVP?" she asked softly.

Jimin's jaw clenched. Of course, he did. He played perfectly that day—flawless technique, the crowd chanting his name, a victory secured in record time. And yet, the only thing burned into his memory was the look of disdain in his mother’s eyes.

She continued before he could reply. "I was there. And, well… I saw her. The way she looked at you."

Jimin inhaled sharply.

"I shouldn't have eavesdropped, I know," she admitted, shifting against him. "I couldn't hear much, but I gathered enough." Her voice turned quiet, almost pained. "It made me feel terrible."

Jimin was frozen, unsure of where she was going with this.

She fiddled with the hem of her sleeve. "I tell everyone I'm an orphan, but… that's not true. My parents abandoned me. They shipped me off to Hogwarts and never looked back." She let out a humorless chuckle. "They were always cruel. Cold. So, I get it. Parents are supposed to shape us, nurture us. But when they don’t… people sometimes…do things that go against their nature."

Jimin’s grip tightened around the tiny star.

She turned to look up at him then, her expression unbearably soft. "After that match, I stopped fighting you when you bullied me."

His breath hitched. "What?"

"If messing with me gave you even a moment of solace—any kind of relief—I figured… I’d let you have it," she said simply. "You deserved much more than that. You deserved the whole world."

Jimin felt something break inside him.

"And now that I know you," she continued, voice filled with warmth, "now that I’ve seen you—the real you—I’m gonna make sure you never forget that again."

His entire body tensed.

He had no words, no way to process the emotions slamming into him all at once. Guilt. Longing. An ache so deep he could barely breathe around it.

So instead of speaking, he did the only thing he could do.

He pulled her into his arms and held her—tight.

Jimin let out a choked laugh, still clutching her close. His chest ached in a way that wasn’t entirely unpleasant. How could she just… say things like that? Like it was the most natural thing in the world to care about him?

She pulled back just enough to pepper his face in quick, fluttery kisses—his cheeks, his nose, his forehead—before settling back into his embrace.

"Before that Quidditch match," she confessed, voice muffled against his shoulder, "I had originally planned to hex you into a frog."

Jimin blinked. "Excuse me?"

She giggled, pulling back to look at him with an impish grin. "Yep. And then I was gonna put a love spell on you so you'd have to kiss me to turn back to normal."

His jaw dropped. "You—what?"

"But I stopped myself!" she hurried to say, eyes twinkling. "I thought it’d be mean."

Jimin scoffed. "Oh, that was too mean?"

"Yes," she said with a firm nod, "because you’d be a really pretty frog, and I might’ve been too tempted to keep you that way forever."

He groaned, but his lips twitched. "Unbelievable."

She wiggled happily in his lap, clearly pleased with herself. Then, as if it was an afterthought, she muttered, "Oh, and I hate Butterbeer."

Jimin blinked again. "What?"

She huffed, pouting. "The first time I tried it, I hated it."

"Then why—"

"Because you like it," she said, poking his chest. "You always stole my milkshakes, so I figured if I got Butterbeer instead, you would take it, and I wouldn’t have to drink it."

His mouth parted slightly, something unreadable flickering in his gaze.

She giggled, clearly pleased with her own genius. "So, technically, I’ve never actually had to drink it! I just sneak milkshakes at night instead."

Jimin stared at her.

Then he pressed his forehead against hers with a groan. "You’re going to be the death of me."

She beamed. "But what a way to go!"

[bitesyoubitesyoubitesyoubitesyo]

CW; Gn reader, smut, yandere elements, noncon/dubcon (reader starts to enjoy it near the end), somnophilia, drugging, praise, a bit of blood, bad writing, yandere is also gn and is implied to have a dick but it can also be read as a strap, not proofread

Shy and perverted yan (degenerate loser) who spends their free time watching porn and playing ero visual novels with an Innocent and naive darling with no sense of personal space or social etiquette.

The two of you were paired up for a school assignment, despite yan's complaints to the teacher about doing a group assignment.

Your presence only heightens their reluctance. You're always finding some way to touch them, some way to compliment them- and they know it's entirely friendly but god. They already barely interact with people to begin with and then you... Sweet, pure, pretty you... All of a sudden decides they're deserving of your kind treatment? They can't help but get excited.

They really, really want to try and make a genuine friend but it's hard when every little touch and praise goes straight to their crotch.

Yan's intrusive thoughts get the better of them, so they invite you over to their house to work on your project together. Of course, you agreed, thinking their intentions were nothing more than wanting to get a good grade. You're glad your partner is passionate!

You're so, unbearably cute.

Once in their room, they offer to make you some hot chocolate. It's cold out, and everybody likes hot chocolate, right? What you didn't know was that they ground up a sedative pill and sprinkled it into your drink.

After about an hour of working together on your project and slowly sipping your hot chocolate, they were beginning to worry that the sedative didn't even work- until you started dozing off on their shoulder.

Yan was so excited, it was finally happening... They almost didn't want to follow through with their original plan because of how sweet you looked asleep on their shoulder, but eventually it just made them more horny.

They carefully lift you up onto their bed, laying you down and undressing you slowly before slipping some ropes out from under their bed. They hadn't expected to use them so soon, but you were just such an easy catch, it was laughable.

They tied the ropes tight around your body, tight enough to hurt if you struggled too much. Once they were finished, they stepped back to admire. Your vulnerable, untouched body, wrapped up all for them... Aah, they just couldn't take it! They had wanted to wait until you were awake, but you wouldn't mind if they just took you then, right?

Running their filthy hands all over your skin, they start humping your leg like a dog in heat. They've been so horny ever since you drank the hot chocolate, and they've been getting off to the thought of you like this since you were paired up together. It almost felt like this was a dream...

Yan really wanted to feel guilty about corrupting you like this, but when they were finally inside of you, they couldn't bring themself to care.

You woke up to the intrusion, crying out in pain as they shushed you. "Sshh, shh... It's okay..." They whispered to you, mouth to your ear, rutting into you with an uncharacteristic eagerness.

The stinging sensation was unbearable and you writhed beneath your ropes- and paired with the flustered confusion on your face, you couldn't look cuter to yan.

"This is normal... It hurts now, but you're gonna feel so good soon. Trust me, my angel..." Their hushed words make you uncomfortable, and somewhere in the back of your mind you know this isn't normal, but you can't help but trust them. They've been so nice to you! They wouldn't hurt you on purpose.

You look down and notice blood dripping from where the two of you are connected, pooling beneath your ass. The sight is overwhelming, but you don't get too much time to dwell on it before they thrust into you particularly harshly.

A pathetic sob escapes from your lips as tears roll down your face. Yan coos at you, kissing away your tears and reaching their hand down to rub at your sex. The thought of enjoying this feels wrong, but you can't deny the way the pain slowly morphs into pleasure.

Soon enough, more moans of ecstasy are escaping you rather than cries of pain. "Yeah... See? I told you, it feels good... Hah.. just lay there and take it, my love."

You don't know how long you're gonna be here for, but would it be so wrong for you to say that you hope this doesn't end?

[eu-nicola]

arranged marriage part 3

and final

sinopsis: after the death of his girlfriend in an accident, Rafe falls into a severe depression. His family offers him a family friend, Arabella, with whom he has always had a bad relationship, to marry him for the good of the family.

warnings: arranged marriage, barely named violence, mentions of possible pregnancy, etc

author's note: this story is very long, english is not my first language, the tags are not correct so don't tell me anything cause I ALREADY KNOW, then I'm going to correct

word count: 3148

mention: @rafegf-real

The next morning, Arabella woke up alone as usual. She sat up slowly, still with the memories of the previous night replaying in her mind. She searched for her phone on the nightstand, hoping perhaps to find a message. Her fingers slid across the screen, and finally found it: a short message from Rafe, telling her that he had left early to take care of some business and would return later.

Arabella let out a sigh, neither upset nor surprised. She knew what Rafe was like and it was obvious that he was going to leave her alone after what had happened the night before. So, after reading his message, she got up, took a quick shower and dressed in a light robe. She went down to the garden, where she asked for breakfast to be served. The morning was cool, and the rays of the sun illuminated the freshly watered flowers. As the aroma of freshly brewed coffee enveloped her, the other members of the family began to appear, still sleepy but with tired smiles.

The conversation over breakfast was quiet, Arabella didn't say much, she answered a few questions and made a few comments about where Rafe was. But Arabella couldn't quite concentrate.

When she finished breakfast, she retreated to her room to get ready to go out. She wanted to clear her head, see if Rafe would come back at some point. However, as she was going through the contents of her bag and choosing the last detail of her outfit, her phone vibrated again. This time, the message was from Sarah. She read it and her eyebrows immediately furrowed:

Sarah: "Arabella, Rafe threatened JJ. He told him not to come near you again. Do you realize what he's doing?"

Arabella felt a pang of discomfort. Had Rafe threatened JJ? The news surprised and irritated her, but at the same time a part of her understood why he would do it. Her fingers typed quickly before she even stopped to think.

Arabella: "Maybe he exaggerated, but I don't think he did it in a bad way."

A few seconds later, the phone vibrated again. Sarah answered almost immediately, and her tone seemed much more upset.

Sarah: "Are you really defending him? Arabella, he threatened JJ, don't you understand how serious that is? He shouldn't be butting into things like that!"

Arabella bit her lip, feeling a mix of emotions beginning to well up inside her. She knew Sarah was right, but she also felt loyalty towards Rafe, as if it was her duty to at least try to understand him.

Arabella: "I'm just saying that maybe he has his reasons. He cares about me, Sarah."

Sarah: "Does he care? Please, Arabella. Two days ago you said you couldn't stand the way he is and now it turns out that you're on his side. You shouldn't be so naive. Rafe can't go around threatening people who are close to you. That's not normal!"

Arabella felt frustration building up inside her, wishing Sarah could understand. Her words came out in the chat without quite measuring them:

Arabella: "He's my husband, Sarah. You may not understand, but I'm going to defend him."

Sarah: "Your husband? Until yesterday you said you hated him, that you couldn't trust him. And now you're defending him like he's the best thing that ever happened to you? Make up your mind, Arabella! You can't go from one extreme to another every time it suits you."

Sarah's last message hit Arabella like a slap in the face. She stared at the phone screen, feeling exposed and vulnerable. Was it true? She had been confused, yes. Her feelings towards Rafe had changed rapidly, but it felt almost as if she had no control over it.

Arabella left the conversation with Sarah hanging in the air, deciding it wasn't worth dwelling on. With her jaw clenched and her fists slightly tense, she finished getting dressed. Before she left the house, thinking she could at least clear her head a little, she heard the sound of a door opening. Looking up, she found herself face to face with Rafe, who had just arrived with a carefree, almost haughty expression.

The tension between them was palpable. Rafe barely glanced at her and seemed ready to ignore her, but Arabella couldn't keep quiet.

"Really, Rafe?" she snapped, her tone cold, though with a hint of vulnerability that betrayed her frustration. "After last night, do you feel like threatening JJ?"

Rafe let out a short, humorless laugh, looking at her with a mix of annoyance and disinterest. He seemed about to make a scathing comment, but instead, he just shrugged.

"You should be grateful," he replied in his arrogant tone, completely dismissing her words. "I'm doing you a favor by not having that Pogue on top of you."

Arabella felt a knot forming in her stomach, somewhere between anger and sadness, but she stood firm, trying to keep her voice from wavering.

“You're shit, Rafe. You treat me like I'm worthless, after last night, you left me alone again, like I didn't matter,” she whispered, no longer able to keep up the cold mask.

Rafe rolled his eyes, but instead of ignoring her, as he usually did, he realized that Arabella was ready to leave. Without thinking too much, he grabbed her arm, stopping her from moving forward. The strength of his grip surprised her, and she looked at him, seeing his eyes darken with a mix of fury and something she couldn't immediately identify.

“Where do you think you're going?” he asked, his voice low and charged with an intensity that made her tremble.

Arabella tried to break free, but his grip was firm. She looked directly into his eyes, searching for something that had perhaps ceased to exist a long time ago. Rafe held her without giving an inch, as if he really cared that she tried to leave.

“Away from you,” she replied, her voice barely audible, but each word resonated loudly. “If you don’t want me here, then I’d better leave already.”

For a second, Rafe looked at her with something that almost seemed like surprise. His haughty expression cracked, revealing a slight shadow of doubt before his mask fell back into place. But instead of letting go, he tightened his grip, pulling her even closer to him.

“And you think you can leave that easily?” he asked, challenging her. “You should know I won’t make it that easy for you.”

Arabella swallowed hard, feeling frustration and pain burning inside her. She looked at him, hurt and defiant.

“You’re the one who leaves me no choice,” she said, controlling the tremble in her voice. “Why do you want me to stay? To ignore me?” To remind me every day that I'm nothing but a burden?

Rafe let out a sigh, a mix of frustration and resignation, but he didn't answer. Instead, his eyes wandered for a moment, as if he were looking for a way to express something he himself didn't know. But, without saying anything else, he abruptly let go of her, as if by doing so he were reaffirming his own indifference.

Arabella decided she didn't want to spend another minute in that house. So her only plan was to spend the day at her parents' house, John and Margaret. Upon arrival, the hugs were warm and sincere, full of affection and the familiarity of those who don't see each other that often. "I missed you so much," he told them, smiling as he settled into the cozy sofa of his home, decorated in soft shades of blue and white.

During the day, Arabella and her mother enjoyed the warmth of the sun in the garden, where Margaret had prepared a small seating area with cushions and blankets. They caught up, her mother asking a thousand and one questions, most of which Arabella answered by lying. Margaret loved Rafe and truly believed he was the perfect son for her daughter and that their marriage was going very well.

As the evening fell, John decided that he would be in charge of dinner, a duty he had always considered a pleasure. He headed to the kitchen and began preparing Italian pizza, one of Arabella's favorite dishes, which filled the house with its comforting aroma. Meanwhile, Arabella and her mother took care of setting the table. The laughter and chatter continued as they arranged the plates and cutlery, and Margaret told him about the latest news in the neighborhood.

"I ran into Mrs. Thompson at the market today," Margaret said, smiling as she recalled the conversation. “She was so proud of her new pot of begonias, she almost convinced me that I should buy some for the garden.”

“She’s always been a bit over the top with plants,” Arabella laughed, enjoying the light, familiar atmosphere.

However, as night began to fall and dinner was almost ready, the doorbell rang, breaking the quiet atmosphere. Margaret hurried to open the door, excited by the arrival of a visitor. Arabella, feeling a pang of anxiety, tried to ignore the uneasiness inside her. “Maybe it’s a neighbor,” she thought, but she couldn’t stop her heart from racing at the name the maid called.

“Mr. Cameron!” the maid announced, and at that moment, Arabella felt her blood run cold. Her face lost color and her mind began to spin. She didn’t want to see him, not in this environment, not after their last argument. However, her mother’s happiness pushed her to hide her discomfort.

“Rafe, what a surprise!” Margaret exclaimed with a bright smile, as she made her way to greet him with open arms. John joined her as well, completely oblivious to the tension between his daughter and the young man. Arabella stood still, almost paralyzed, watching as Rafe entered her home, with his characteristic confidence.

“Arabella,” Rafe said, his voice soft, almost a whisper, but with a tone that made his words seem more like a challenge than a greeting. Arabella stared back at him, trying to keep her composure, even though inside she was overwhelmed by a whirlwind of emotions.

“Come, dinner is ready. John has made his famous Italian pizza,” she said excitedly. As everyone sat down at the table, Arabella knew the evening could get complicated. Rafe took the place next to her, and even though she tried to focus on the food and her parents’ conversation, her mind was stuck on Rafe.

As dinner progressed, the table was filled with laughter and lively conversation. Arabella's parents couldn't help but ask questions about their daughter and Rafe's marriage. Margaret beamed proudly as she asked, "So, Rafe, what's our little girl like as a wife?"

Rafe, trying to keep his composure, replied with a smile. "She's very good, I couldn't have asked for better."

Arabella, sitting next to him, felt a slight tingle in her stomach as she listened to him. As the conversation continued, John turned to Arabella with an inquisitive look.

"And you, daughter? How do you feel about this new life you're building together?"

She smiled, aware that she couldn't let the awkwardness show on her face. "It's a new beginning for both of us."

The words seemed to hang in the air, but as the questions continued, Rafe and Arabella glanced at each other out of the corner of their eyes, sharing nervous smiles that tried to hide the underlying tension. Rafe's ability to maintain small talk was becoming an art.

Finally, dinner came to an end and John stood up to pour drinks. Rafe took the opportunity to approach Arabella, placing his hand on her waist naturally, as if it were something he had done all his life. However, for Arabella, the sensation was strange, almost uncomfortable. The touch of his hand caused her a mix of confusion and curiosity.

As John poured a drink, Margaret joined the conversation. “We know that the first stages can be complicated, but you always have to keep communicating. How do you guys handle that?”

Rafe, taking a sip of his drink, turned to Arabella, hoping she could add something to the conversation. She, feeling his gaze, replied, “Yes, we definitely have to talk about what we feel. Honesty is key.”

John nodded, satisfied. “That's what we want to hear. The foundation of any successful marriage is trust.”

Rafe, noticing how John approved of Arabella's response, felt he could relax a little more. His hand slid back slightly, making sure she was comfortable, though the gesture only intensified Arabella's discomfort. There was a tension in the air that they could both feel, and at the same time, there was a strange connection that was forming in the midst of the familiar conversation.

The night was growing thicker as John and Margaret said goodbye, noticing the tiredness on their faces. They approached Arabella and Rafe, telling them that they had prepared a room for them in the back cabin so they could have some privacy. They both nodded silently, and after a few words of farewell, they headed together towards the small shelter, not speaking along the way, surrounded by an awkward tension.

The awkwardness between them seemed to fill every corner of the room, making even the smallest noise feel amplified. Arabella, not wanting to start a conversation, walked around the room taking off her jacket and shoes, while Rafe stood in the doorway watching her with an unreadable expression. The awkwardness seemed to morph into something else, something neither of them could quite figure out.

Arabella removed her clothes with slow but determined movements. She didn't bother to look at Rafe, or to cover herself in any way; she had reached a point where embarrassment seemed a distant concept, and with a few too many drinks, her inhibitions had disappeared. When she was completely naked, she approached him without saying a word, her eyes holding Rafe's in silent defiance.

Arriving in front of him, she raised her arms, inviting him to touch her. Rafe hesitated for a moment, but then took her in his hands, running his gaze over her, as if trying to understand the unexpected display of bravery. Without warning, he kissed her intensely, capturing her lips in an almost desperate gesture, as if through that kiss he wanted to resolve all the silences and accumulated tensions.

Arabella, however, moved away a few centimeters, looking at him with a mixture of defiance and frustration.

"Why didn't they choose another woman to marry you?" she asked, her words resonating with a resentment that went beyond simple words.

Rafe did not avoid the intensity of his gaze and, without hesitation, he answered her with a low voice loaded with a sincerity that surprised her.

"No other woman could have put up with me like you do."

Arabella closed her eyes for a moment, processing those words. The resentment continued to burn inside her, although little by little she felt that something else was emerging between them, something that confused her.

“So… is our marriage always going to be like this?” he murmured, whispering the question into the air. “Torturous?”

Rafe watched her in silence, and after a moment, he raised one of his hands to gently caress her cheek. There was something unexpectedly tender in his gesture, something Arabella hadn’t seen in him before.

“We can make it work,” he told her, his voice so low it almost seemed like a shared secret.

Arabella felt his words seep into her skin, calming something inside her. She didn’t know if she could trust his promises, or what her own emotions were telling her at that moment, but in that instant, she decided that none of that mattered.

Rafe kissed her again, and this time the kiss was slower, deeper. Without words, they both let themselves go, allowing the barriers that used to separate them to fade away in the darkness of the night. Between kisses and caresses, they shared an intimacy that went beyond words and silences, allowing themselves, for a moment, to forget all doubts and resentments.

They spent the night together, giving themselves over to an act that seemed to be both a fight and a truce, a way of getting closer and protecting each other at the same time. Amidst sighs and caresses, they abandoned themselves to a closeness they had never shared before, as if that night were a promise of what their life together could be, or perhaps just a fleeting moment in the midst of uncertainty.

After that moment, Rafe and Arabella's relationship definitely didn't turn into a fairy tale. They both had their quirks, and their character wasn't easy, to put it mildly. However, something had changed between them; the tension that had once separated them began to transform into a genuine connection. They began to understand each other, and that compatibility that had been so hard to find emerged in the most unexpected places, especially in the warmth of the bed.

Rafe, who had never thought too much about ties or commitments, now found himself being fiercely protective. He had lost a woman in the past, and the wound was still there, latent. But with Arabella it was different; the fear of losing her was eating away at him. He had come to realize how much he loved her, how much he wanted her. Only she managed to disarm him and expose his vulnerabilities, and although that terrified him, he accepted it because he knew he wanted her in his life forever. Arabella was the woman he wanted to build a future with, the only one with whom he could imagine children and a life in peace.

Arabella, for her part, was satisfied, but more than satisfied, she was happy. At last she could get along with her husband in every possible way; there were no more secrets or nights when he disappeared. Every night, Rafe stayed by her side, enveloping her with his presence and warmth, and every night, she silently prayed that from that love and desire, a child would grow in her womb. She longed so much for that dream: to form a family with him, a stable and happy family, something she had not always had. She was going to achieve it, because Arabella knew that Rafe, with all his faults, was the man she loved. He was still the same, arrogant and haughty, that man that all the girls wanted but that only she had the pleasure of calling HERS.