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alcoholfreenayeon · 3 months

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Shy G!P Mina popping boners left and right when spending time with her members and being crazy embarrassed about it. One day Nayeon catches her trying to hide it and they have this long talk where Nayeon comforts her and just listens like the good unnie she is

However, when they are filming another live to wrap up their tour with ONCE, they talk a little too much about Momo on that pole, and Mina can’t stop her blood going south. So Nayeon, who sat beside Mina in the back row, starts touching her without ever taking her eyes off the camera. She gives the best hj ever and catches her release inside her palm

Bonus points if poor Tzuyu notices at some point

A/N: I’m so sorry for taking so so long to do this anon😭 there’s no excuse. I hope you like it though. Also there’s going to be a special announcement soon which I’m sure most of you will be *happy* (🌚) about so stay tuned for that.

Got the thrills

G!p Mina x Nayeon(?)

CW: G!p, smut, handjob

Mina was sitting lazily on the couch when Momo and Sana walked in, ready for their solo performances and suddenly Mina felt it really REALLY necessary to readjust her shirt and legs, closing her legs tight but it was not of much use, seeing her two very hot friends look so good made her feel something, made her blood rush and not to her heart. It was starting to annoy her now, recently this had been happening so frequently and she was getting tired of it. Squirming, she tried not to make a big deal out of it when suddenly Sana catches her completely off guard.

“Mina, let’s take some pictures!”, Sana asked, smiling.

“Huh!”, Mina felt completely taken aback by this, she hadn’t expected this at all. She shifted and shuffled a bit on couch like she was making space for them to sit.

Unfortunately that idea didn’t work as Sana giggled and pulled Mina up by her hands causing her to panic more as suddenly her boner was somewhat exposed…

But they were so focused on taking the photo that they didn’t really notice. She sat down quickly immediately, putting a cousin on her lap and breathing a sigh of relief.

That’s when she felt someone sit next to her, “is it really that embarrassing for you”, Nayeon bluntly asks.

“Eh! What!?”, Mina asks, immediately flustered pretending not to know what Nayeon is talking about.

Nayeon stares at her for a few seconds before holding her hand, “I’ve seen you struggling with this a lot lately but you don’t need to be so scared or shy.”

Mina looks away, completely embarrassed and stays quiet.

Nayeon squeezes her hand lightly, “hey, don’t be shy, it’s ok, sometimes you can’t help it I guess and sometimes you are a bit naughty”, Nayeon smirks and Mina goes even redder, “but it’s still ok, and you know you can talk to me anytime about anything.”

Mina stays quiet but moves closer to Nayeon, resting her head on her shoulder and hugs her. Nayeon smiles softly and returns her hug.

“Thank you, I’m really grateful to have you”, Mina says sincerely.

Nayeon smiles, “of course! And remember if you want to talk”, she suddenly smiles mischievously and winks, “or if you need a hand, I’m here for you.”, saying this she gets up and leaves while Mina sits, stunned and red faced.

“Ok is everyone here now?”, Jihyo asked as the livestream begins. The members state their presence and talk amongst themselves briefly and then began to talk about the tour. As they discussed with the chat their favorite moments, Momo’s pole dancing kept returning to the conversation and suddenly Mina kept getting too many flashbacks which now affected her more than she expected.

She tried to act nonchalant and put her hand down but it was of no use. She was rock hard. Her cock was almost poking out of her skirt and she was beginning to panic. That’s when she felt a hand on her thigh and she immediately looked over and saw that it was Nayeon’s hand. Mina was panicking hard now but when she saw how calm Nayeon seemed, she felt a little less nervous until Nayeon began to speak.

“Yes, it’s my first time here in this part”, her hands moved closer, brushing against her tip, “I didn’t expect it to be this big, yes I’m glad so many of you came to watch us”.

Mina felt her heart beat faster as Nayeon gently stroked her tip. She wasn’t even focusing on the conversation anymore, her entire focus was on Nayeon’s hand and her fear that they would be caught. Even though they both were sitting at the very back, her thoughts kept relaying the worst outcomes

“I do feel that in this tour we’ve gotten to know a different side of each other”, Nayeon continued to talk, suddenly squeezing Mina’s cock gently and begin to stroke the whole thing.

Mina nearly moaned out loud, her hands fly to cover her mouth. She couldn’t believe this was really happening. What if they got caught?! What would happen?! And why did everything Nayeon say seem so suggestive. But with each stroke, it seemed less plausible as Mina began to focus more on what would happen if they didn’t get caught.

Now, Mina was trying really hard not to breathe heavily while at the same time trying to look calm but it was getting more and more difficult to do it as she felt her release getting closer.

Nayeon was trying not to smirk as she jerked off Mina quicker and just as quickly Mina’s cock began to throb hard, signaling her approaching release. Unfortunately for her though, Nayeon tightened her grip on Mina’s cock and Mina could only hold her breath as she began to cum. Gasping softly, but thanks to the tight grip of Nayeon’s hand, she could only have it ooze out on her hand.

As Mina tried to slow her breathing down, it went to waste when she saw Tzuyu looking at her with a shocked and panicked expression. Mina froze, staring right back at her, her face flushing with absolute embarrassment, guilt and horror.

Nayeon by this point found a tissue and wiped her hand cleaned when she noticed Mina and Tzuyu looking at each other and suppressed a smile.

“Anyways this is all we have time for today once, we need to sleep soon because we have a long flight tomorrow. Goodbye!”, Jihyo said energetically and ended the stream.

Some members chatted to each other while the trio at the back was silent. As Mina contemplated what she should do, Sana turned to face her, tapping Mina’s knees playfully, “Mina, you are so naughty recently but you are also a bit obvious, I think all of us saw you. I can’t believe you would feel shy around any of us. You really seemed stressed now that I think about it. Thankfully you have 8 friends who’ll be happy to help you”.

Mina listened in shock to Sana when she realized everyone was looking at her and suddenly she realized what Sana had suggested and she slowly started to get hard again…..perhaps the others were right, maybe she should be using the others- ahem, ask them for help……..

#ask me anything #answered asks #anon ask #twice #kpop gg #kpop scenarios #kpop imagines #myoui mina #mina smut #twice mina #nayeon smut #twice smut #twice scenarios #minayeon #kpop smut

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hansama · 8 months

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Hablas español????

thanks to my Spanish friends i know 2 words, mimir and qué

#asks #mary13088 #i may know some more random words here and there #but i basically know nothing lol #shout out to mina & nini for teaching me A mimir (with xtale gaster pic)#han #doodle answer

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seijorhi · 3 months

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With Sea Change, I headcanon that while Hatori looks like Oikawa, that Y/n's daughter looks exactly like her.

Also, because Oikawa views his children in the lense that they should act the perfect children, how would he react if his daughter grew up, saw how fucked the whole family dynamic was and started rebelling and disrespecting him??

hmmm for certain iterations of oikawa, that'd be true. scion oikawa would very much be a ruthless parent, settle/sea change kawa's a little more chill, the love he's got for his kids is genuine and unconditional.

i actually think hatori, being the oldest and the mama's boy that he is, would be the one to act out. tooru's not pleased in the slightest, although i do think there's some small part of him that's almost... proud, maybe, that his son's standing up for her. doesn't make him any less irritated by it, but at least it's coming from a good place?

ultimately he's not gonna hurt either one of his kids. full stop. he'll get frustrated and pissy, and depending on how old they are, he might threaten to cut them off and/or make it so they can't see her, but that's pretty much it

#but also yes mina looking more like the reader is defs a hc i'll accept #rhi answers #fic asks #settle #sea change

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roxiereed · 3 months

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what’s your opinion on catnap?

Roxie says . . .

i just wish he didn't avoid me so much . . . am i that noisy?

#.roxie.#ask blog #poppy playtime oc #smiling critters #smiling critters oc #art #oc #oc art #poppy playtime #poppy playtime chapter 3 #catnap smiling critters #catap #oc ask #oc blog #.roxie answers.#.mina.

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yallemagne · 1 year

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You are right turning Dracula into The Lover is so danm needless!

-"Oh we need vampire/human romance with the vampire's tragic end!" Why make a convoluted romance with Drac and Mina? The book has served you what you seek on a silver platter. All you need to do is fill in the gaps of the epistolary novel to play with. Flesh out Lucy and Arthur and how they got closer. Keep Lucy as she is to make me cry for her doom. Dracula dying makes me go oh no. A rapist serial killer just died. Tragique.

-Want a vampire/human pair where the human chooses to walk with the vampire into eternal twilight? Let Jonathan complete his blasphemous vow. Actually focus on his trauma and how much he feared and hated vampires and how he chose certain death over vampirism, to give to his oath the gravity it deserves.

-Oh and want to also do "the vampire is suffering from being cursed by their God"? Mina is right here. "I was betrayed. Look what your God has done to me" whines 1992 Dracula, motherfucker you started it! Mina didn't! And look what He did to her brow! She who always walked the path of righteousness. She was betrayed. She is the forsaken sinner you want!

Sorry for the essay oh gosh

Literally.

Instead of rushing Lucy's death so they can get to their fake ass romance, adaptations could just,,, make Lucy's death its own story. Draw it out! Have Bloofer Lucy be more lucid and have her beckoning to Arthur be in earnest. And in this case, the trope of the vampire realizing at the last second that murder is wrong and begging their lover to put them out of their misery is less convoluted because Lucy knew that murder was wrong when she was human and Dracula certainly fucking didn't, not if we're going with the stupid Vlad the Impaler route. Lucy had an inherent goodness that was robbed from her in death and Dracula was always a cunt even when they try to rewrite him to be sympathetic.

I'm seconds away from just writing a story where Dracula's death doesn't cleanse Mina of her vampirism and Jonathan goes down with her, I swear. But my artist brain keeps saying I gotta design their vampire selves first aaagh. You can also just have Lucy take a big bite out of Arthur without being hampered by VH. It might be anticlimactic, but hey, I wanna see at least one fanfic where it happens. There's only ever fanart.

Like the whole "God fucked up my life" thing is whatever. Supposedly human Dracula (who is always goddamn Vlad Tepes for no good reason) had a wife who died and decided to make that everyone else's problem. I fucking doubt this ol' thirteenth-century bitch saw his wives as anything more than property. You know who doesn't see their spouse as property? You know who would actually grieve their spouse's death? You want the tragic vampire grieving their dead spouse?? MINA HARKER IS RIGHT THERE. Maybe Jonathan dies and Mina just fucking goes feral because that was the last damn straw and now she's going to murder God.

Your essay is appreciated, I was just vibing.

#queuing this post but be aware that I DID answer it right when I got it bc of course I'm up so late #someone tell me when arthur/lucy gets a proper ship name #please they need one #dracula #dracula daily #arthur holmwood #lucy westenra #arthur x lucy #mina harker #mina murray #jonathan harker #jonathan x mina #jonmina #update #people ask me things

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alwaysjustmina · 4 months

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Your favorite headcanons about Rain and Dew?

My favorite headcannon? Oh that's a loaded question!

Probably that the two of them hate to be apart, like they know they both have their own responsibilities but they are immediately counting down until they are back together again. As soon as they can see each other they break into the stupidest grins, grip eachother around the waist and pull close together, inhaling the others scent. They stay like this for awhile. Their friends and band mates know anything they say to them at this time, they won't hear. They have to wait until one of them loosens their arms so the other can turn around, back now to front, both arms crossed in front of the other. They have maybe 15, 30 minutes top until these two escape to their room. After that they'll have to wait hours. No amount of door knocking will draw these two apart.

#mina answers #anon ask #raindrop hc #raindrop #ghoul headcanons #band ghost

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danceswithsporks · 7 months

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13 and 16 with Sub!Crosshair?

I’m so unbelievably sorry with how long this took to finish!! I’ve never written Cross as a sub so this was definitely hard for me to figure out. I’ve always seen our sexy sniper as a dom so it was an adventure to say the least.

I will admit that this got away from me and just…took on one hell of a life of its own. So hopefully you enjoy it and I hope that I managed to give you at least a little of what you asked for! 🖤

"love to see you squirm. Now I want to hear you moan." And "Don't worry. I'll make you feel real good."

The flirty giggle of the blonde at the end of the bar drew your attention from the glasses you’d been cleaning. She swished her hair playfully before leaning forward and running her perfectly manicured fingers across Crosshair's shirt. A smirk played on his lips as he continued to discuss something with the woman. You rolled your eyes as she feigned another giggle before stepping closer to him. She could flirt all she wanted, but at the end of the night, there was only one person he’d be going home with. Your hand reached into your pocket and stroked the metal remote sitting comfortably within. With a smirk, you pressed the button in the center and waited, within moments Crosshair was adjusting how he was sitting and flashing a knowing glance your way. Your eyes caught his dark amber ones and you raised a questioning eyebrow to him while still smirking. His Adam's apple bobbed in his throat as he forced a moan down, his eyes begging for you to stop the device encircling his cock and balls. A satisfied smile crossed your lips as it was made clear that he remembered the rules of your game, with a happy hum you pressed the button once more.

Cross fought the desire to visibly relax now that the vibrations had stopped. This torturous game had been his idea from the start and now he regretted ever bringing it up to you. It had started simple enough, you two enjoyed watching the other flirt with random people. So the idea of him flirting with women in front of you while you worked your shift had been appealing. You’d asked what was in it for you and that’s when he’d stupidly pulled out the cock and balls ring.

“If ya start feeling a little jealous you can press that and I’ll make sure you know I only want you.” He said it so confidentially as your fingers stroked the silicon material carefully. Cross had honestly felt that you’d never actually use it. You were far too sweet of a thing to torture him that way. Boy, was he wrong.

You’d picked up the remote and turned it over in your hands a few times before pressing the button on top and activating the ring in his hand. A devilish smirk played on your lips as you realized how silent it was. “So if you begin to break the rules, I just use this?” Holding up the device in your hand, you wrapped your fingers around the round remote to show how easily concealable it was.

A limb formed in his throat as he noticed a new glint in your eye. “Y-yes.” Something was beginning to tell him this was a bad idea. You smirked at him while letting a soft laugh of amusement leave your precious lips. An ‘interesting’ passed your lips before you slid the device into your pocket and headed towards the door, your shift beginning soon. “W-we could always think of something else!” Oh yeah, this was probably not his best plan.

You'd used the remote a solid three times already. Little reminders here and there that you were watching and that he was yours. The blonde standing between his legs ran her hand against his knee with a coy giggle. Maybe it was time to work your way towards that end of the bar.

“So tell me, clone.” The blonde purred her words to him. “Will your girlfriend be joining you tonight?”

Cross caught the way you moved towards him from the corner of his eye. A smirk played on his lips while he reached up and ran his finger under the chin of the blonde before him. “Who said I had a girlfriend?”

“A cute clone like you? Without a girl? Such a shame.” Her fingers walked up his leg and towards his inner thigh where the outline of his hard member could be seen thanks to the pants he was wearing. The cocking was doing its job of keeping him hard; a noticeable gasp could be heard leaving the blonde as she took in the size.

“Ya offering to take the position?” The sound of a bottle being placed down a little too hard caught his attention from your direction. Crosshair bit his lip as he watched your hand slide back into your pocket, if you turned the device on then this woman would surely feel it.

The blondes hand gripped his thigh tightly right before the tip of his cock in his jeans. “I’ve never been with someone like you. Not sure if I could handle it.”

Cross chuckled slyly as he ran his hand down her arm and to her wrist. “Don’t worry. I’ll make ya feel good.” Her eyes fluttered and he smirked. So easy to make these girls' heads spin.

“Hey, your man gonna pick ya up tonight?” Your coworker stepped next to you and passed you the latest batch of cleaned glasses. The question drew your attention away from Cross and to the orange-skinned twi-lek next to you. The blonde next to Cross giggled and asked if he wanted another drink before he showed her how good he was to which he replied a dark ‘sure’. A wicked idea began to form in your head and with a hum to the ‘bartender?’ call the blonde let out, you decided to play with him back. “Yeah, Wolffe should be here in a little bit.”

“Wolffe? So you finally gave me a name for your mystery man.” The twi-lek watched as you poured two more beers at the back of the bar while standing near the blonde and clone.

You caught the way Cross visibly tensed at the mention of Wolffe. The clone had flirted with you on more than one occasion and he was positive that you’d happily welcome a three-some with them both. A thought that had crossed your mind a few times. But something you’d noticed quickly, was that whenever you mentioned the one-eyed clone, Cross became very intense with you. The last time you’d mentioned seeing Wolffe in the bar he’d practically fucked you into the wall. “Won’t be a mystery much longer. He asked me to marry him.”

Your coworker bounced in excitement at the news. “No way! What did you say?” Her eyes scanned your hand for a ring but frowned when she didn’t see one. “You said no?”

Stepping back over to Cross and the blonde, you set the glasses down slowly. “Oh, I said yes, just let the ring at home. You never know when” you slid your sniper's glass towards him before knocking over the blonde onto her. “ accidents might happen.”

“Ugh! You idiot! Look what you’ve done!” The blonde jumped back and stomped her heel against the durasteel floor with a humph.

“Oh no, I’m so sorry.” You feigned a frown before passing a rag to the woman. “Here. Maybe this will help.”

The tag was grabbed angrily from your hand as the woman began to dab at her dress. “Well, what about my friend here? You got his pants soaked.”

“My shift is done, but I guess I could take care of him too.” You nodded to your coworker who raised an eyebrow as you stepped around the bar and made your way to the clone. Moving in front of the woman, you smirked at your man. “Ready for me to soak your face instead, Wolffe?” Your hand snaked into your pocket and you hit the power on the cock ring.

Cross stood with a groan and pulled you into a deep kiss. Using Wolffe's name was so damn dirty of you. You knew exactly what it did to him. “Let’s go, fiancé.” His hand slid around your waist and pulled you close. Another groan left him as he slid his hand into your pocket as well and clicked off the damn device currently housing his cock. Too fucking long had you been touting him like this. He needed to get his payback.

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But he wouldn’t get it, not yet at least. As soon as the door to your shared apartment shut, he was on you. You were pressed against the wall and his lips instantly found yours. Rough kisses mixed with irritated growls came from him as he pulled at your work shirt. “How dare you bring that reg up like that.” His knee forced its way between your legs and against your dampening heat. “You want him, don’t ya? Want him between these legs? Fucking you like an animal against this wall.”

You chuckled darkly at him while sliding your hand down the front of his pants. “Look who's talking.” Your fingertips grazed across the delicate skin of his cock, creeping slowly around it. “You wanted to take that blonde behind the bar and fuck her. Think about me while you did it?” His hand reached up and gripped your chin tightly as he angrily pulled you into a deep kiss. You gripped his cock and began to stroke it before pulling your hand away. He growled against your lips while rutting into you, making you laugh.

“Maybe she wouldn’t have been as mouthy as you’re being.” He regretted the words the moment they left him. You’d pulled the remote out of your pocket while he’d kissed you and now, with the hottest and dirtiest smirk he’d ever seen on you, you clicked it on. “K-Kriff.” His head fell to your shoulder and he rutted harder against your hips, chasing the release you’d been teasing him with for the last hour.

“Oh, my dear Sniper. Is there something you want?” You pursed your lips playfully next to his ear and spoke nice and slow. He whined against your teasing touch when he felt your fingers against his pants again. You nuzzled his ear with the tip of your nose while your other hand increased the intensity of the cock ring. He moaned against your shoulder a desperate ‘yes’.

“K-kitten, I need to c-cum.” He’d been on the precipice for the last thirty minutes and you bringing up Wolffe had just pushed him even closer. Suddenly the vibrations stopped and Cross looked up at you. There it was again, that twinkle in your eye that made him tingle all over. “W-what?”

You stepped away from him and moved towards your small kitchen. A chair was pulled from the table and placed in the center of the room. “Be a good boy and sit for me.” Your fingers ran over the back of the chair as he did as he was told. His hands went to unclasp his pants but you were quickly grabbing them and pulling them behind his back. You pulled the belt from your pants off and wrapped it around his wrists, binding them together. “I didn’t say you could pull that out, did I?”

Cross’s breathing quickened as he tried to wrap his head around what was happening. You'd stepped into this new position of control so easily and fuck if it wasn’t turning him on so damn much. All he wanted at this point was for you to ride him and drain him. “M-Mesh’la. Please.”

“Please? Now that’s a delicious word from you I don’t usually hear. Do you want to cum that badly?” He nodded to you with a desperate look in his eye, it made you feel proud that you’d done this to him. Usually it was him holding all the power. “Even more reason for you to hold on then.” Walking away from him, you entered your room and dug through the closet for a moment.

Never had he felt this desperate for a release. Never had he been tied up and bossed around by someone so incredibly hot like you. Kriff, he was glad he was marrying you. The ring around his cock began to vibrate once more, making his eyes squeeze shut. “Fuck, baby.” The vibrations stopped once more allowing him to relax and open his eyes, the sight of you in the doorway nearly pushed him into his release.

You knew how much he loved seeing you in Bad Batch colors, you also knew how much he adored seeing you in his shirt and his name around your thigh. So your little outfit hadn’t been that hard to figure out. You’d swiped one of his black tops and brought it to a friend who made costumes for exotic dancers. She’d perfectly converted it into a sexy piece of lingerie that covered your breasts just enough to show off the logo of his squad on one side and the crosshair of a scope on the other. “My beloved, sniper.” Your black heels clicked loudly on the floor as you made your way to him, something red and silicone in your hand. The black lace of the panties you wore caught the light and allowed the red hues to catch his eye. You loved the way he shifted in the seat trying to get a more comfortable view of you. The strain of his cock against his pants was becoming more and more delicious to see. “Do you want to touch me?” He nodded as you stepped in front of him and let him get a good look at your outfit. Turning in place, all angles of the setup were able to be seen and that’s when you heard him inhale at the little line of numbers running down your spine in a fresh tattoo.

“CT-9904” came out in a strangled moan from him, the sight of the numbers and the feeling of the vibrating ring around his cock and balls was becoming too much. You looked fucking stunning in his colors with his shirt and his numbers on your body. His, all his. No one would be able to deny that, not even Wolffe. “Perfect place.” Now whenever he fucked you from behind he’d be able to see his designation. The vibrations finally stopped and he moaned softly, he was so damn close.

“Let’s see if you think so.” Holding up the red silicon object, you watched the way his eyebrow raised in confusion. “Hold still.” You leaned over in front of him, giving a teasing view of your breasts, and placed the object on his thigh. Slowly, you ran your hand around his leg and wrapped the object into place. “Try to not cum too soon.”

Cross took a moment to look at the object on his leg, trying to figure out what your game plan was. Though he wasn’t able to focus for too long thanks to the lovely sight of your breasts in that damn top. How mad would you be if he just ripped that off of you with his teeth? You moved back to speak and that’s when he realized what you’d placed on him. “G-grinder?” He’d mentioned getting one for you to try out a few weeks ago but he hadn’t realized you’d ordered it. The intention had been for you to be pumping his cock while riding his thigh. Instead, you were forcing him to resist his release.

“Do you like it? I took what you said to heart and looked for one I liked.” And boy was he in store for a special surprise with the one you picked.

“You did?” He groaned as you straddled his leg and nestled yourself on the grinder. That little squeak you made as you moved slowly forwards made his cock twitch achingly against his pants. When something silver glimmered between your breasts Cross raised an eyebrow. Maybe it was a piece of the wire in your top?

A chuckle left your lips as you leaned your head forward and ran your lips against his ear. “I did. I always take what you say and listen carefully.”

Wait, why did you say it that way? His mind began to run through things he’d said previously, wondering what it was that was pulling at him. Something was telling him this was the consequence of his big mouth. “Like w-what?”

You hummed in thought as your hips rocked back and forth across the ridges and bumps of the grinder. “Like how you prefer when I make the meat just a bit spicy. Or how you prefer milk in your caf.” A devilish grin crossed your lips while you dragged your teeth across his lobe. “Or how I’m such a good little sub.”

It hit him like a ton of durasteel. What you’d said had thrusted a sudden memory to the front of his mind. Your sweet lovely body was wrapped around him as he buried himself between your legs. His nails dug into the supple flesh of your ass, holding you up and against the wall. “Such a good little whore. My pretty little sub. You’re just so good at following everything I say. Maker, I love to see you squirm, now I wanna hear ya moan.” He’d thrust heavily into you a few more times as you screamed and wailed between heavy breaths. “You’ll always be my good little sub.”

“Me and my big m-mouth.” Cross’s head fell back as he realized he’d been the one to egg you on. Been the one to make you find this dominating side and tease him like this. This was all his fault and fuck did he plan on doing it again and again.

“Yes, that big mouth of yours.” Reaching between your breasts, you pulled out two silver remotes that looked identical. “It gave me an idea. So I bought this for some fun. But then you showed up with your gift.” You held both remotes up for him to see. “Can you tell which one is for your toy and which one is for mine?” When he shook his head, you chuckled darkly. “Neither do I. Shall we play a game then?”

“A game?” He moaned loudly as you pressed the buttons on both remotes. Your pleasure-filled cries filling the air. Head falling back and mouth open in pleasure, you allowed your hands to fall behind you and grip his knee as you rocked back and forth in desperation. “Kriff, you’re so fucking beautiful.” He’d happily spend every remaining day of his life watching you like this. Your hips rolling against his thigh while the toy vibrated intensely between your legs. The sweet delicious sounds of your pleasure filled his ears for as long as they could.

Fuck, the grinder was more intense than you realized it would be. Trying to even think straight or form basic sentences was nearly impossible. It took more focus than you’d ever admit to look back at him and explain your game. “P-pick one…gah…at a-any p-point…mmmph… you c-click it offfff…. If it’s n-not yoursss…you can’t cum.” A gasp left your lips as your string of pleasure began to tighten. Fuck, you were already getting so close, this grinder was amazing.

He could practically see how weak you were becoming from your need to release. But he knew you better than you knew yourself. The grinder wouldn’t be enough to get you off, not in the way you wanted or deserved. Cross shifted in his seat and nodded to your left hand. “That one, kitten. Put it in my hand.” You gave him a hazy nod and leaned against him, your delectable breasts in that delicious top straining to stay contained. Deciding to add to your pleasure, Cross began to bounce his leg. You screamed out in need while holding onto him tightly and looking over his shoulder to slide the silver remote into his bound hands. Crosshair turned his head and buried his face into your neck, inhaling the scent of your perfume and liquor. A smell that was intoxicating to him. “You're so incredibly sexy like this, Mesh’la. Taking so much control and wrapping me around that little finger of yours.” He growled his words into your skin as little teasing kisses were placed in the crook of your neck. You whined into his shoulder as your speed hastened, no doubt chasing the release you so desperately wanted. “But if I know my girl, then I know you’re so painfully close right now you’re on the verge of tears. That you need something extra to push you over the edge. No amount of dominating will get you that release, pet.”

He dragged his teeth slowly across your shoulder teasing you in the best way imaginable. “Please.” It wasn’t fair, you were supposed to be showing him you were more than a little sub. That you could totally be a dom and yet he was so damn right. You couldn’t get off like this. Not when that thing to push you over was him and that glorious rod between his legs. He chuckled darkly into your skin in that annoying but sexy cocky voice of his and it made you more determined to fight the need to grab his cock and ride it until morning. Instead, you pulled back a bit and kissed him deeply as your movements became more erratic. If you could just move to the right position you’d be soaking his leg.

Crosshair didn’t need Jedi abilities or enhanced senses like Hunter to know exactly what you were trying to do. A deep growl came from him as he let you rut against him for a bit. “Let me help.” He opened his mouth slowly and dragged his teeth across your skin once more. A loud whine escaped your lips as you tried to utter a shaky ‘n-no’ to him. With a roll of his eyes, Cross bit into your shoulder making you scream in ecstasy as you came undone around his leg.

What he didn’t expect was the absolute carnal desires that were released as you did so. The sound of your voice as you cried out in pleasure, how your body shuttered and slowed against him as you rode through your high and that sweet stench of sex and sweat in the air. It all made him need to fuck you so damn bad, like how an animal catching the scent of its mate in heat was pushed to breed them. Fuck, the idea of breeding you, his fiancé, drove that desire so much more.

Your thumb trailed across the button of the remote in your palm, ready to hit it and possibly turn off your toy. But the sound of fabric snapping pulled you from the hazy bliss of post-orgasm high. Before you could even react, his arms were around you and holding you tight. “C-cross!” Those arms you loved, scooped under your ass and moved you carefully to the floor as he groaned against the continued vibrations of his cock ring. So far it seemed he hadn’t tried to turn it off as both toys were still going.

“I know that wasn’t enough for you. It’s time for you to get your prize for being so damn naughty tonight.” Cross reached between his legs and practically ripped his pants down in urgency. It was no longer a want to fuck you, it was a need. He’d been fighting his release for nearly a damn hour and he just couldn’t do it anymore. His pants caught on the grinder and he easily ripped the toy off in annoyance, throwing it to the side without a second thought. It buzzed angrily on the ground and when you moved to hit the button on your remote to try and stop it, he grabbed it and threw both remotes towards the discarded toy. “Together.” Was all he said as he lined his caged cock with the soaking heat of your cunt. “So fucking wet. You like your little orgasm?” A shaky ‘y-yes’ came from you and he clicked his tongue before laughing and bending down to kiss you.

His tongue danced across your lips demanding entrance, which you eagerly gave to him. While the orgasm had been amazing, it wasn’t amazing enough. No, there was only one way to get the orgasm you wanted and that was from him dominating you and fucking you into the floor. “Cross, fuck.”

There was that needy whine of yours that turned him to a hundred. He understood what you were trying to do, how you were trying to be the dominating one. But you were just too damn sweet to fully be able to do it. “My little pet, you did so well today. So fucking sexy controlling me.” You whined at the praise he poured over you as the tip of his cock teased your entrance, lubing itself up with your prior release. He caught one of the little tears that ran down your cheek and lifted it for you to see. “Don’t cry, you truly did a great job today. Now let me reward you.”

That fucking praise that he gave you always did something to you inside. The fire inside you burst into a full inferno as he continued to praise you and let you know how well you’d done. The promise of a reward was mentioned and you moaned at the idea. Yes, a reward for controlling your clone fiancé so perfectly that he was now ready to destroy you like an animal that’s finally pinned its prey. “Yes. Fuck, Crosshair. I want it so badly.”

How could he refuse you when you begged so sweetly? Without another word, he slid into you and groaned at how tightly you clamped down around him. You let out a beautiful wailing moan as the vibrating silicon of his cock ring made contact with your clit, reactivating your entire body. Breathy pants and cries of his name filled your apartment while he took a moment to savor your beautiful body beneath him once more. “Gonna show ya why you're mine and not that cocky Reg’s.”

He slid out painfully slow from your heat before hungrily thrusting back into you. The mention of Wolffe had your head spinning. So this was your reward, a hard and mind-blowing fucking after bringing up Wolffe once more. At this point, you did it on purpose just for him to get this riled up. “Always yours, only yours.” He quickly increased his speed and your body was bouncing in time with him.

Crosshair watched in delight as your breasts broke free of the top just from the force in which he was fucking you. Usually end worry this was too rough, even for you, but the smile and cries of pleasure leaving you let him know you were okay. “Damn right, you are.” A tightness pulled at him with each long hard thrust he put into you. He wouldn’t last much longer, too long he’d been edged. “Hang on, ain’t gonna l-last much longer.”

You locked your legs behind his back and gripped his knees that were on each side of him. A thought occurred to you and before you chickened out, you decided to try something else new. “I demand you cum in me, Crosshair. Fill me with every single drop you have.” His grip on your hips tightened with each command that left your lips.

Now that had awoken something within him. “Countdown, now”.

You didn’t hesitate, or try to ask a question.

“10…9…8…7…6…5” With every number his thrusting became harder and his grip tighter. You hung on to the next number for far longer than you should have, earning an annoyed cry from the clone buried within you.

“4”

“You’re such a good dom, kitten.”

“3”

“I’m so proud of you.”

“2”

“So fucking pretty taking my cock.”

“1”

“I love you so damn much.”

Cross moaned loudly as he came within you, your release coming mere moments later. Finally, after nearly an hour, he’d gotten his release within the only woman he’d ever want to cum in. His hands held you tightly as he allowed your body to milk him with each slow stroke he did. “Kriff. Keep doing that and we may end up with a kid.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.” You fought to catch your breath as his thrusts slowed to a halt. A small whine left you when he pulled out of you to pull off the cock ring and discard it with the remotes and grinder.

He’d handle turning them off later, for now, he truly just wanted to hold you close. Cross pulled you into his arms easily and slid you both towards the couch in your nearby living room. With the energy fully drained from him, he opted to keep his back against the couch and just pull a blanket down to cover you both. “Not sure I’m ready to share that sexy body of yours with anyone else yet, even if it is our kid.” But damn would you look stunning swollen with his child.

You adjusted into him and relaxed with a content sigh. “Really? No one?”

Crosshair rolled his eyes as he picked up on what you were trying to hint at. “If you can dominate him like you did me, then perhaps I’d be up for Wolffe watching.”

Something within you ignited at the delicious idea. “Just watch?”

Fuck, he loved how naughty you could be. “Edge him for as long as you did me and I’ll let ya fuck him.” Hell, he’d let ya fuck any of them if it meant watching a few regs get tortured in the process. He liked his brothers, he truly did. He got so little pleasure in things, but he knew that watching them be dominated by you, teased, and wound up by you would be a delicious delight. Besides, at the end of the day, it would be him planting his seed in your belly and marrying you.

After all, you were his pretty little switch.

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tathrin · 11 months

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Please do gimleaf kiss 48: out of habit. Thank you!

Certainly, anon, thank you for asking! Prompt taken from this; anyone can feel free to send other numbers in at any time, I don’t care how long it’s been. (Just maybe add some context to your ask if it’s been like a month or more since I posted this, because otherwise I won’t know what to do with the random number in my inbox lmao).

The Men of Gondor are careful, cautious people; Gimli cannot blame them for it. They have lived alongside the threat of Mordor for a very long time, and their history is stained with the losses they have suffered to the dread powers of that land. Of course they have learned caution; of course they have learned care.

Gimli respects them for it and more than than, he understands them; for dwarves are careful and cautious too, keeping their own secrets close and allowing change into their hearts and caves only slowly; only once they are certain that they do not let danger in alongside. (And if Gimli chafes at some of that sluggishness these days, well, that is not the fault of the Men of Gondor.) They are right to be cautious, these Men of Gondor...

But they need not be so cautious about this.

"I assure you," Gimli says, not for the first time, "my people know their work well, my good lord." He cannot remember the name of this particular counselor; without proper beards by which to distinguish their lined, thin faces, too many of these Men look far too alike to his dwarven eyes. He has found that simple politeness can usually cover for his lack of recognition, however, and if ever it does not—well, he would like to challenge the Men in front of him to name and identify each dwarf that he has brought with him from Erebor to work their pale white stone.

He suspects they would do an even worse job of it.

"Your gates will stand a thousand years or longer when my people are done with them, and it would take an army twice as large as that which assailed your city three years ago to so much as crack their surface," he tells them. "No one builds doors like the dwarves."

"That is all well and good, Lord Gimli," says another one of these half-bearded, grave-faced Men. "But we need doors that will open, too, not just shut and stay that way. Perhaps dwarven arms would not balk at such a weight as that which your plans show," he says, glancing pointedly at Gimli's strong arms in a way that Gimli thinks is somehow meant to make him feel guilty or ashamed, "but Men are not so endowed, I fear. We—"

"Your pardon," Gimli says, holding up a hand in apologetic interruption. "A moment, if you please."

The flicker of gold and green that Gimli saw out of the corner of his eye resolves into a blur of movement swinging in through the wide window and, as the Council of Builders start and stare, Legolas trots over to their wide table as casually as though he has entered by the door at the far end of the hall and not via a window seven floors above the ground.

"Greetings, my friend," Gimli says, smiling warmly at the nimble elf. "Your meeting with the Healers has gone well, then, I hope?"

"Quite well, thank you Gimli," Legolas says, inclining his head in a regal bow to the slack-jawed Men. "Their garden of medicinal herbs will soon be flourishing, I do not doubt! But I do not mean to interrupt your own discussion..."

"Then have a seat, and we shall get back to it." Gimli pats the bench beside him—the Men sit in chairs, well-carved things of wood and age, but Gimli's shorter stature was ill-suited to the furnishing that filled this conference room; this tall workman's bench raises him to a more comfortable height against their table, and the small stool beside it makes climbing up and down easy on his thick legs—and Legolas folds himself gracefully down upon it, his own legs long enough that the toes of his soft shoes still brush the white stone floor.

"Now," Gimli says, smiling at the flustered Men (they will have to get used to elves eventually, he thinks, his mental voice smug; they have had three years to adapt to what took him mere months!), "where were we?"

"The...the weight of the gate, Lord Gimli," another Man says, picking up the thread when his companion merely gapes back and forth between the elf and the window. "It is too much; you must design something lighter."

Gimli shakes his head. "There is no need. The stone from which the gates will be hewn will be heavy, yes; but the hinges will be weighted so perfectly that they will be able to be opened with barely any effort at all. Why, a child might open these gates, if he had a sturdy friend to stand beside him!" Gimli reaches for the plans and draws his finger down the section that shows the proposed hinge-design (both functional and elegant, of course, as the Gates of Minas Tirith deserve!). "You see?" He looks up, waiting for the glimmer of recognition to fill the eyes of his audience. "They will be lighter to open than your old ones were, I promise you!"

"Lord Gimli, it is not that we do not believe you," a different Man says, in the tone that Gimli has learned means precisely the opposite. "It is only that we worry for the people of the city..."

"You need not worry," Legolas assures him blithely. "Dwarves are masters of stone to surpass all others, and Gimli would die before he spoke false word. Your gates will be marvels by the time he and his people are done with them!"

Gimli feels his cheeks flush a little at this earnest (and accurate) praise, but the Men of of the Council of Builders seem to be even less keen on the proposed gates now than they were before Legolas spoke. They exchange gimlet-eyed glances while the elf beams at them.

"Your pardon, Lord Legolas," one of them says at last. "While your confidence in your friend is just and honorable, you are...if you will forgive me...a Wood-elf." The smile of the Man's beardless face does not reach his eyes.

Legolas blinks at him. "Why should you need to be forgiven for that?" he asks. "I am a Wood-elf; you are correct!"

"Yes," the man says thinly. "And...well...I mean no offense, you understand, my lord, but...what does a Wood-elf know of stone?"

Legolas blinks again, as Gimli draws in a sharp breath in an attempt to cool his temper. It has the opposite effect; as though he has become a bellows, the embers of his wrath kindle all the hotter as he glares at these Men who would insult his beloved.

"My people's Halls in Mirkwood were built by dwarves," Legolas says. He is speaking slowly now, as though he believes that he is speaking to drunks or fools who need obvious things spelled-out with care. "I have lived within the embrace of dwarven craft for longer than any of you have been alive. I am no stone-shaper myself, no." He shakes his head, his long golden hair gliding like silken sunlight across his shoulders, and Gimli feels his temper ebbing away as his eyes catch and hold upon the sight. "But," Legolas continues, "I have sense enough to recognize skill when I see it, and to trust in the expertise of others when I find myself in an area in which I have none myself."

Gimli bites his lip to restrain a grin. How beautifully done! he thinks. Ahh, his elf has been learning. Three years ago, Legolas would have lost his temper and snarled something unforgivably rude; now, he answers almost as elegantly as Gimli himself might: tidily insulting the entire Council of Builders, but so politely that to rise to the insult they would first have to admit to their own lack of expertise.

Not that they are without all skill, these Men who claim to be the most talented and knowledgeable builders of Minas Tirith; but the skills of stone-shaping that created the White City have atrophied over the long years of Shadow, and there are now no Men in Minas Tirith who can claim even half of Gimli's gift with stone—if there ever were. Men have done great things with stone over their years of waking, it is true; but it is hard for anyone to claim to greater understanding of stone than the dwarves whose very blood pulses with the drumbeats of the earth.

Gimli sits back with a smile. "Well said, my dear," he murmurs, his lips barely moving beneath his beard; only one with the keen ears of an elf would be able to hear the soft words.

His elf turns and beams at him, and Gimli smiles back warmly. He takes Legolas's hand where it rests upon the bench and squeezes it tightly, then turns back to reach again for the gate plans with his other. "Kind words, Legolas, thank you," he says aloud, careful to keep his expression placid now (not that he thinks any of these Men know how to read his face beneath his beard). "And now, gentlemen, if I could draw your attention back to these hinge-schematics here..."

Gimli talks at length, explaining as best he can to Men who have only a rudimentary grasp of the stone-shaping skills upon which his people's plans for their gate rely how the dwarves will weigh and balance the great stone slabs of the gate so that their hinges will swing as easily and soundlessly as any delicate trinket-box; as lightly as elvish feet upon a forest floor. He sees glimmers of understanding begin to kindle in a few eyes and he talks faster, encouraged by the sight.

Legolas slides closer to him on the bench, tilting his head to stare avidly at the drawings that surely mean as little to him as the twittering sounds of his birds do to Gimli, a faint smile on his narrow beardless face. There is much about Legolas that Gimli still does not understand—and much in turn that he knows Legolas does not understand about him—but the understanding that they do have transcends such gaps in knowledge; they understand one another's hearts and souls, and have learned to appreciate the differences between them that they will never fully know. That is what truly matters.

"But what happens if one of the hinges cracks?" a Man asks, his scraggly-bearded face furrowed in concern. "The whole door will shatter under the strain..."

Gimli snorts—a rude response, but he cannot help himself. "A hinge crack!" he exclaims. "Balderdash! Such a thing has never happened, not to any dwarven door ever carved. It would take a battering ram larger than twenty trolls could lift to crack one of these hinges, so smooth will be their pivot and their fit. You might as well crack Andûril upon a twig as one of these hinges!"

He chortles, shaking his head in disbelief at these Men—at this so-called Council of Builders—and Legolas grins beside him and leans down to press a kiss to Gimli's cheek just above his beard. Gimli catches the elf's hand, those spindly twig-like fingers, and without thinking he presses a kiss of his own to the slim knuckles before he lets it go again. Legolas rests his head on Gimli's and they both sigh in contentment—

And then Gimli goes still, realizing that every single member of the Council of Builders is staring at them now.

He feels his cheeks coloring, bright and hot against his beard. "Ah," he says. He clears his throat. "Well. About the bars to lock it, then..."

#(p.s. i still have several more of these sitting in my drafts so if you sent one and i haven't answered yet...i will! Eventually!)#the gates of gondor #gimleaf #gigolas #lotr fanfiction #ask meme #send a kiss meme #my writing #legolas #gimli #minas tirith

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another-chaotic-bisexual-vampire · 8 months

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Mina—29 September: We need have no secrets amongst us; working together and with absolute trust, we can surely be stronger than if some of us were in the dark.

Van Helsing—30 September: And now for you, Madam Mina, this night is the end until all be well. You are too precious to us to have such risk. When we part to-night, you no more must question. We shall tell you all in good time.

Us—Now:

#how many men does it take to rub two brain cells together and get one coherent thought? the answer is zero men #the boys almost had it all figured out until they dropped the ball here #the fragile masculine audacity of asking mina to type up everything and connect all the dots only to then bench her #toxic masculinity disguised as chivalry will really be the death of us alllll #we stan mina murray harker in this castle #dracula daily #dracula #re: dracula #dracula memes #dracula analysis #dracula spoilers #gif warning #dd september 30 #dracula september 30 #september 30 #mina murray harker #abraham van helsing #mina harker

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sotwk · 3 months

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Italian with a history degree here! Northern to be specific: it used to rain a lot in spring, then climate change happened but during medieval times my region was basically a rainy swamp so it makes sense if you are basing Gondor on northern Italy to make it rainy. (Consider that rice is a major export of my region and it needs a lot of water to be planted)

Also we do love the wet Éomer trope here (the president told me) and we love the idea of wet Éomer in a Italy-based-Gondorian-country.

Hope this helps byeeee

This made me squeal with joy, Anon! Thank you so much for coming forward with this info. I shall take it the final blessing to continue dumping gallons of rain on Éomer in this fic and whatever else I have planned for him in the future. XD

I love Italy so much! It is just one of the two European countries I've travelled to, but it's safe to say if I could live anywhere in Europe, that would be my first choice! And I happily subscribe to Gondor being based on Italy, as Tolkien himself went on record as saying. Two beautiful countries in my head! <3

Also! Thank you for reminding me that rice could also have been grown in Gondor, that's another headcanon that I can make great use of! I'm a Woodland Realm/Mirkwood specialist who is about to launch TWO multi-chapter fics that will mostly be set in Gondor, so I'm a little nervous and insecure about that. It's nice to know there are people willing to help out with some worldbuilding input!

Anyway... full speed ahead for Wet Éomer!!!

#fanfic writing is a team sport #fic collaboration #i have the best anons #anon asks #sotwk answers #sotwk fic: taken #fanfic #fanfic writing #support your writers #eomer #wet eomer trope #gondor #minas tirith #italy

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alcoholfreenayeon · 1 month

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Cruel

Mina x Reader

CW: Angst, suggestion of infidelity

Word count: 2600

Synopsis: The happiness of love lasts for seconds but the pain of love lasts a lifetime.

You took a deep breath as you twisted and turned around in your bed, trying to find the perfect position or at least the most comfortable one. The perfect position was of course when Mina was here with you where one of you would lay on top of the other, cuddling and spooning all night long. Your pillow would have to do for now though.

But it’s not enough, an hour passes by, and you are still restless, trying to sleep. You sigh and sit up, its useless to keep doing this, you pick up your phone and look through your texts, she still hasn’t seen your messages. ‘She must be really busy with the final show I guess.’, you conclude. You scroll through your various social media apps for the next hour or so before you receive a text back from her. You can’t stop smiling all of a sudden, her tour is over and that means she’s going to be back home soon. You don’t even bother seeing her text and just straight up facetime her. She doesn’t pick up. That’s a bit odd. You ring her again and this time she picks up, immediately you can tell that there is a lot going on, you hear lots of cheering and chatting and finally her face appears, and you feel your world light up, she looks really beautiful but also seems tired. “Hi”, Mina finally says with a small smile.

You bombard her with questions, and she does her silly little laugh as she updates you on some things that happened today and then explains she has to go and quickly ends the call. You feel a lot more at ease though despite the abrupt ending, after all her smile is all that you need, as you think about all the things she said, you drift off to sleep.

The next day you can’t stop feeling excited, Mina was going to be back home. You had made her some dessert and planned to order food from the favorite place, knowing she would be home soon. A few hours later she finally comes back, and you immediately jump at her, hugging her tightly unwilling to let go. It had been a month, a little more than a month even and now finally she was here again. She seemed a bit surprised by your sudden display of affection, but she did hug you back and let go after a moment, eager to come back into the house. You let her get changed and soon enough the two of you are on the sofa, cuddled up, ready to watch a movie when both of your stomachs growl and you realize you didn’t order food yet. You look for your phone but can’t find it and remember it was on your bed.

“You want the usual?”, you ask her, peeking through the doorway.

“Y-uh-yes!”, Mina answers hurriedly with a polite smile and puts her phone down. Odd. But anyway, the food arrives sometime later, and you both eat well. You hold her lovingly from behind and start to give her quick kisses but she pulls away looking…disappointed? You couldn’t tell, you hadn’t seen Mina like this before. “What?”, you ask confused by her lack of reciprocation.

“Nothing, I am just tired” she says, getting up, “I think I’ll go to bed”.

You give her a smile, but it did sting a bit to get turned down like that. But you give her a break, she’s been travelling a lot and her tour and everything, it does make sense that she’s a bit on the edge and just wants some rest. You finish the movie and head off to bed too about 30 minutes later only to find Mina wide awake, smiling happily while seemingly texting someone. “Baby, you aren’t asleep yet?”, you ask, offering her a small smile.

Mina suddenly looks up in a bit of panic like a deer staring at headlights, you hear the click of her phone as she shuts it down and just gives you an innocent look, but she might as well have stabbed you right there because you knew that look. That’s the look she has when she’s caught doing something doesn’t want you to know about. What was she trying to hide? Like, yes, granted, the last time it was your birthday present but that time all you felt was playful curiosity. This time you didn’t feel any time of playfulness or even curiosity, just dread. Your birthday was a couple months away so it’s not your present and your anniversary happened already so it’s not that either.

But you say nothing, you were being probably paranoid anyway. You get in bed and Mina shifts a bit towards you and you put your arm around her, your paranoia disappearing as you feel her skin and warmth and fall asleep with her.

The next couple of days went by smoothly, no more incidents and you were really beginning to think that you were just being extremely paranoid but for some reason your gut kept telling you otherwise. Today, you didn’t have work and were going to be extremely bored because Mina had to go for a meeting. You decide to play some video games to pass the time and in between rounds you notice Mina had put up a story but before you could see it the round started, and you focused on that instead. After the match you went to look for it, but it was gone…? Maybe something she posted by accident.

Anyway, the hours fly by and soon you hear the doorbell ring and it’s Mina, you open the door for her but before you can even smile, she just rushes past you, avoiding you. You are really taken aback by that, was she ok? You go behind her only to see she’s already in the shower. You feel panic building in your chest, something was wrong, you could feel it but what. You couldn’t tell what exactly was wrong, but you intended to find out, you think about how she just wouldn’t use her phone around you since she came back and decide that maybe the answer is on her phone and look for it. It was of no use, Mina had taken it with her in the bathroom.

But now you were certain that she was hiding something, she had to be, her sudden bursts of coldness, her lack of affection, her secretiveness and what she did just now. It was almost like she didn’t want you here, like she didn’t love you as much anymore.

You waited for her to shower, sitting in the living room, thinking what you should say to her when you hear the door open, she was finally out. But now that the moment of truth was awaiting, you couldn’t move, it felt like your feet were sinking into the floor, the air was heavy, and everything was just telling you to stop. You couldn’t move and then Mina came down to you, hugging you tightly, “Y/N im sorry. I feel like ive been a bit cold with you recently. I don’t know if you noticed that, I’ve just been tired and now my social battery was really low. I’ll try to do better now.”. Her words sounded reassuring, but you felt no sign of reassurance, instead you felt even more dread. Her words felt so hollow. You pulled away from her and she gave you a small smile. But why did that smile have no sign of happiness in it.

“Mina be honest with me.”, you say seriously. Why did she become so stiff upon hearing that. “Are you hiding something from me?”.

She doesn’t say anything, she doesn’t meet your eyes and she takes a heavy breath like she’s trying to calm herself down, “Well no, I told you I was just stressed these-”, there’s a buzz on her phone and you both turn to look at it, its just a notification from some app but she quickly turns her phone away. Not because of the notification itself but because of what was behind it, her wallpaper, a picture of her with someone very familiar, someone who Mina previously admitted to having a crush on. Someone who she said wouldn’t ever be a problem between you both. She purses her lips nervously while you look at her in disbelief. Is that why she immediately kept her phone shut upon seeing you? Deep down you knew that wasn’t the entire truth, but you couldn’t bring yourself to accept it. It just couldn’t be true, right? You didn’t do anything wrong. You loved more than you loved anyone ever, you cared for her, you did everything for her. So why…why did it feel like it wasn’t enough. Why did it feel like it was all for nothing. You feel tears building up and you look at her in pain and Mina finally decides to speak.

“Y/N listen, don’t cry, don’t be upset please. Just listen to me. It’s not what you…think.”, she didn’t sound very convincing, “Its nothing, you don’t have to worry about it. I still love you and care for you and don’t ever think otherwise. I hope it’s the same for you towards me too”.

“Why would it be different for either of us”, you ask shakily.

“It’s just…during one of our after parties, I-she may have kissed me”, Mina admitted, and you felt your heart break.

“Did she kiss you or did you kiss her?”, you ask, your fists clenched.

Mina kept quiet. “I don’t remember…”, she replies, looking away.

You couldn’t believe it, you try to stand up, but she stops you, “Y/N please, don’t be mad, it was a mistake, we were drunk, it didn’t mean anything”, She pleaded.

“Why should I believe you anymore”, you ask her, your voice breaking, and you begin to cry.

She tries to hug you, but you push her away, she wasn’t even trying to defend herself anymore. She just kept repeating that it meant nothing and was just a drunk thing to do but you didn’t believe her. And it looked like you were right for that because when Mina saw that she wasn’t convincing you her defensiveness stopped and she began to lash out. “FINE. Believe what you want. You don’t know what happened. And if it bothers you so much, maybe”, she hesitates, “Maybe we should take a break then. So you can clear your head”.

You nearly began to sob again upon hearing that, how could she say that. How could she keep on refusing to accept that she was wrong and keep making excuses. Did she not love you anymore? Did-did she love her more? Did it even matter anymore?

As you tormented yourself with these thoughts, Mina stormed off to the bedroom. You just wanted the world to stop, why was this happening. What did you do to get so much pain inflicted upon you. You heard the door to the entrance open, and then slam shut.

Did Mina really just leave? You get up weakly, another feeling of dread and even regret passing over your entire body as you search for her in the house and indeed, she had gone. She was serious about the break.

The two of you didn’t talk for the remainder of the day. It was only the next day that you received a text from her. It didn’t say much, only that you should take the week to think about it and if you saw sense as she put it, she would move back in or else it would be better for something to happen. She couldn’t even say it to you. But it didn’t matter to you anymore. Nothing did really. You feel like you just lost everything. She kissed her, she hid it from you, she wanted a break, she stormed off and she seemed to have stopped caring at all and even then, she couldn’t bring herself to say that she wanted to break up. Why. Why did she want to put that burden on you. To make it look like it would be your doing. What went wrong. What happened to the sweet girl you fell in love with. This wasn’t her, this couldn’t be her. The Mina you knew, the Mina you fell in love, where was she...

You didn’t get out of bed for hours, all you could do think. Finally, you decided to play some games to distract yourself. It had only been a few minutes, but you received a notification. You ignored it. Then you received a text and as you tried to keep playing your game to keep yourself distracted, you got yet another one. You didn’t even need to see it to know what it was, this was almost like a 6th sense for you. And upon checking it, it was what you expected…Mina posted another story with that girl again. The one who you didn’t have to worry about. The one who was just a friend. The one who had her heart. And of course, you felt shade thrown towards you. And that hurt so much. How? How come it’s so easy for her to move on. To find happiness. To forget…

You decide to check your texts too and to your surprise it was from her, “Can you make your mind already? Mina wants to move on but only if you agree. It’s kind of annoying really. Just forget about her at this point and back off. She’s mine”. You felt anger rise and your heart break once more, this just made it sound like a lot of what Mina said was a lie or just a half truth. Yet, you still couldn’t bring yourself to tell Mina that it’s over.

The cruelty of love is so unforgiving and cold yet if she told you she loved you right now, you would take her back right away, knowing full well that it’s just a matter of time before she smashes the shattered pieces of your broken heart once again….

You decide that you need to talk to her, maybe give her one last chance, maybe she’ll see some sense, realize her mistake, and apologize. Afterall weren’t you her darling, weren’t you her other half? Shaking, you call her and surprisingly enough, she picks up almost instantly. “Hello…”, you greet her weakly.

“Y/N”, she says calmly, “I think…it’s best if we stop the break”.

“R-really?”, you say in shock, was Mina coming back?

“Yes. I think its best if we just break up instead. I feel like you’ve changed a lot recently and I don’t like it. Don’t stress about it too much. It’s not entirely your fault but yeah. I think it’s done. I’ll come to collect my stuff soon”, she announces without any regret. She waits for a few seconds for you to say something, but you were too stunned to speak. So, she just cut the call and left you there all alone once more.

You feel tears flow down your face and you fall back against the wall, crying. Why is doing your best not good enough? Why is your love not strong enough? Why is your heart not hers? You would do anything, anything to stop the two of you from falling apart. Even if it meant taking on the entire burden yourself. Even when she hurt you. You still loved her. All you wanted was for her to love you back the same way you loved her and she didn’t. She wouldn't even do that...

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