#💘 You Run Through My Veins

[malewifehenrycooldown]

Its late and I've been writing up a really long post about how dan/ashleigh's relationship happens which can really be summarised as follows: "Two roommates are mutually pining for each other but believe their feelings are one-sided but its not actually."

don't get me wrong they do eventually get together, it just takes a bit to get there. And even then when it gets serious - it gets ripped away and it takes like. *checks notes* 36 years for them to properly reunite and actually have their happiness* together in the afterlife (or whatever the equivalent is in the killer7 universe is.)

[casuallyawkardd]

I HAVE AN IDEA.

can you do a nsfw fic with miguel where readers a top and miguel’s obviously the sub..

BUT HE LETS “MOMMY” slip out and yk she kinda makes him keep saying it just cause of that

💖💘💝💕💞💓💗

Bestie got me twirling and kicking my feet 🤭💕 we stan submissive and breedable Miguel just as much as dominant papi Miguel. I am taking creative liberty in doing the Spanish version of 'mommy' cuz it feels more biblically accurate, but like same difference.

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader

Warnings: NSFW MINORS DNI! sex, oral sex, edging, dirty talk, cock warming sub!Miguel, F!dom, not fluent in Spanish so please correct spelling/grammar

Miguel had had a rough week. Between the new recruits, the anomalies and Peter just being...Peter, he hadn't had a moment's peace. Nor had he been able to come see you. When he first arrived at your apartment, you had been ready to chew him out and maybe send him on his way. But, judging by the sagging of his shoulders and how he seemed to carry himself a little less high, you realized that he needed relief. He needed you to take care of him.

"Do you want me to make dinner? How about a warm bath?"

Miguel shakes his head at your offers, a possessive hand grasping the nape of your neck, "Just want you," he murmurs, lips pressing firmly to yours. You almost fall for it, let him take the lead and whisk you off to the bedroom, but you find the strength to push him away.

"Let me take care of you, Miguelito," you coo, planting a gentle kiss on his cheek. Fingers intertwine with his, giving his arm a tug towards your bedroom.

That's what got you both to where you were now. Both stripped bare, Miguel sat on the edge of the bed with you nestled between his thighs. He's leaning back on his arms, claws extended and kneading the sheets that bunch inside his fists. Lazy moans pass his lips, Miguel whimpering as he resists the urge to buck his hips so his cock can slide down your throat. Fighting the temptation to rake his fingers through your hair and pull you closer.

"You can't touch, Miguel. This is about me taking care of you, so relax," is what you had told him, but he's struggling to see what's relaxing about this. Your mouth is heavenly, warm and soft as you slowly move up and down his shaft. Your tongue brushes against the underside of his cock, running along the vein before dipping into the slit on the tip. You can feel him twitch whenever your teeth come out, not enough to hurt, just a gentle prick that has him take a sharp intake of breath.

"Dios mío," he groans when you start to move a little faster. The sound of your lips running along his length is erotic. Wet and sloppy, drool and precum dripping down your chin. Miguel begins to sway his hips, matching your rhythm.

Just as he's about to reach the edge, you pull away completely with a loud pop. He whines, fucking whines when you deny him what he wants. "Don't. Move." you say firmly, leaning in to kiss his tip.

"Vale, vale, amor, you can't-ayyy mami~," Miguel moans, loud and long as you take the tip back into your mouth and suck it gently.

His words give you pause, releasing him once more. Miguel's lost in his own world, craving release like how lungs crave air. You use his knees to lift yourself up, a hand moving to cup his face to which he leans into your touch. "Say it again," you tell him.

He looks up at you through his lashes, brows knitting together slightly, chest heaving and glistened by sweat. "Wh-What do you-amor-"

You tighten your grip, grasping his face and lifting his head so you have his undivided attention, "Call me that again. Beg for what you want." The hand on his face releases, fingers ghosting down his throat and you can feel his Adam's apple bob when he swallows. His hands lift to grasp the small of your back, "Don't. Touch. Miguel."

He groans, hands immediately at his sides once more, anger briefly flashing through his eyes before that want returns. He swallows again, "Fuck...let me fuck you, mami please," his voice raises an octave, a slight tremor with every word, "Por favor mami, wanna feel your tight pussy around me."

You stifle the shiver of pleasure that goes down your spine, smiling down at him before leaning in. As you straddle his lap, you plant gentle kisses across his face. His forehead, his eyelids, his nose, before molding your lips to his and guiding him to lie down on the bed. You enjoy it, tongues and teeth clashing together, tangling your fingers in his hair and yanking on the strands ever so slightly.

Finally you part, rising up to hover above him. Your hand reaches down to grasp his cock, giving him a gentle squeeze that has him squirming under you. "Good boy, good fucking boy, Miguelito," you praise him, finally sinking down onto his thick length. The two of you gasp simultaneously, you at the fullness of his cock nestling inside you and him at how you clench around his girth.

You savor the moment before beginning to rock your hips, angling yourself so he's grazing your g spot. Moans intermingle with moans, wet, slapping sounds echoing in your little bedroom. Miguel can only take so much, "Mami, por favor, let me touch you-ngh-let me feel you fully," he whimpers and you nod quickly, unable to find your own voice at the moment.

Large hands grasp your thighs, claws retracted so he can squeeze the flesh. They travel up, wrapping around your waist and yanking you down on him. It stutters your movements, Miguel briefly taking control as you adjust to the new pace, deep and quick. Your hands find purchase on his chest, nails digging into the skin to remind of his place as you slam down onto him.

"Baby, c'mere," you gasp, wrapping a hand around his neck and pulling him to you. Miguel complies, sitting upright and finding your lips with his. He's enamored with the feeling of your breasts against his chest, creating a delicious friction as you continue to move up and down. "Make me cum, make me fucking cum," you demand between heavy breaths.

"Yes, mami," Miguel's grip on you tightens, bouncing you on his cock. And he does, moving you at near inhuman speed until he feels you clenching around him. Your hands find his, prying them from your body as you ride out your orgasm, grinding your hips to his so he can feel all of you clenching and unclenching around him.

Miguel moans into your shoulder, finding his own release and shuddering against you. The air is hot and sweet, you both now still as you catch your breath. Miguel shakes free of your grasp to wrap an arm around you, falling back on the bed and taking you with him.

You let out a breathy laugh, pressing your cheek to his and humming contently. The muscles in his body begin to relax and you pat him on the shoulder, "Baby, you're still inside of me."

"Let me sleep like this, m'been needing this all week...not ready to let you go..." he mutters, the sleep he had been craving now tugging on his eyelids. You giggle, rubbing his shoulder reassuringly, "Thank you."

"Thank you...?"

"Thank you, mami."

Tags: @khaleesihavilliard @leahnicole1219 @edgycatx @oharaludes @graysonshaven @qiaipia @3zae-zae3 @melovetitties @jebsoxnoshansk @thedevax @erissco @its-carlerrr @muimui06 @4imhry

[yan-randomfandom]

Cool, we figured, but I just wanted to make sure! We're thinking yan! Aiden x good at the game reader. Like the reader has at least iron armor, and definitely has a Dimond sword. Aiden is such a pathetic wet cat of a man, that's trying to look cool for us, but WERE just messing it up by saving him from danger. Lol

I'd imagine that he'd at some point, would take our sword and turn it on us to keep us.

Who is your favorite character? I'd imagine you'd write for them more out of any other character :]

💘ficto anon

Yandere!Aiden x Pro!GN!Reader

a/n: I don't think I have a favorite character, but I do like a lot of characters! Ivor (prolly would be top 1), Lukas, Petra, Magnus.. also i dont think i followed your prompt exactly, my bad😔 aiden's quite difficult to write,, i js hope it's at least close to canon,, if not, Im so SORRY 😭

[words: 2251] this turned out longer than i expected. the quality of writing deteriorated halfway tho LOL also i used the "only one bed" trope ... erm

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The witherstorm has reached Aiden.

He clutched a fence, gasping, adrenaline coursing through his veins. The purple glow made everything appear bleak. Under the morose lighting, he grabbed block after block, trying to reach the godforsaken surface.

Aiden's eyes widened in dread, his desperation only growing, clawing at his chest. Despite his best efforts, his arms gave up on him.

He let go.

...

A sudden, forceful tug on his body jolted him awake, his breath rushing from his lungs. His ears rang so loudly it felt like he was plunged into silence.

"Come on," a muffled voice huffed. He struggled to understand. "Don't give up on me now."

Gentle yet firm arms lifted him, one supporting his back, the other under his legs. The world spun and bounced; the person was running.

His vision gradually sharpened, looking up to see your face.

...Oh.

It's you.

"We'll be safe here," you muttered, carefully setting him down on the soft grass. He groaned slightly at the motion. "Witherstorm's the opposite way."

You stood up and took a few steps away from him. With the witherstorm's back facing you, you could see all those floating objects... those floating people. You wished you could have saved them, but you understood it was far too dangerous.

Turning back, you made eye contact with the brunette. He stared at you in silence.

At least you saved one person.

He didn’t say anything. The moonlight unfortunately wasn't strong enough to reveal the flush on his face. Assuming he needed more time to process everything, you decided to act on your own. You began putting on your armor; you were in the middle of an open space, and it was nighttime, after all.

"That's..." The man suddenly spoke, his voice rough. You glanced at him with curiosity. "That's iron armor."

Interesting first words. You grinned while you put on your boots. "Mined it myself. Iron's more common than you think."

"And," he cleared his throat, "you saved me."

You gently smiled then walked over, sitting beside him. Iron armor never failed to feel uncomfortable. "How are you feeling?"

His small flinch didn't go unnoticed. "I'm fine."

You rested your eyes on him. He was avoiding eye contact—you knew that—but your mind wandered as you continued to watch him.

"Don't stare at me," he snapped, glaring at you. You pursed your lips as his eyes slowly looked up. "You can't just... zombie."

You raised a brow. "Zombie?"

"Zombie!" he yelped, grabbing your body and pushing you behind him. Aiden stood up, defensive, with a lift of his sword. He was only doing this because he really didn't want to owe anyone anything. This time, he was going to save you.

You were so confused. Not until you heard the faint groan of a zombie. Smiling, you pulled your sword from your inventory.

"So sneaky," you chuckled, gently pushing Aiden aside, who was confused beyond belief, and pierced your sword into the zombie's chest. "Why didn't I hear you?"

The zombie poofed, leaving behind a piece of rotten flesh. You picked it up.

"Hey! I had it!" Aiden growled. His eyebrows were furrowed in frustration. But when his eyes fell on your sword, his expression shifted to something more disturbed.

"...What the hell? Is that netherite?" he murmured, his nose scrunching.

"Yeah—"

"You really are a weirdo!" You paused at his words. "Honestly, what do you think you're doing?!"

"..."

Without warning, you pulled him toward you. He would have fallen on you if you hadn’t held him, quickly stabbing the zombie that had been right behind him.

"Let's not talk here," you whispered in his ear, causing shivers to run down his spine.

🔥 —

The fire crackled with life, casting a warm glow around the cave you found. You had just finished blocking off the entrance so mobs wouldn't be able to break through your wooden door.

Yet, you still stood beside it, peeking through the gaps. You took a deep breath.

"...I have to go back."

Aiden's eyes widened, his brows furrowing. He stood up abruptly. "What? And just leave me here?!"

You pinched between your eyebrows. "It's better to leave now than wait! What if there are survivors?! Mobs are crawling all over the place!"

"Exactly! It's too risky!" he snarled, stepping in front of you. His gaze at you was fierce, as if daring you to challenge him. "Look, first thing in the morning, I'll go with you. Just not now, alright?"

Your eyes narrowed. "I can go without you."

"What about me, then?" he shot back. "Saving me would've been pointless. Creepers could easily blow this place up. Better safe than sorry."

"You haven't exactly been the nicest company," you admitted, crossing your arms. You looked away with a bite of your inner cheek. "But whatever. Fine. You've got solid points anyway."

Walking away from him, you plopped a seat next to the campfire. At least the fire was still burning strong, its warmth pleasantly nibbling at your skin.

Aiden followed your steps and sat on the opposite side of the fire. He crossed his legs, his gaze fixed on you. You stared back, though probably a bit more nervously than him—not that you’d ever admit it out loud.

"So," he suddenly started, raising a brow. "Where'd you get it?"

You blinked. "Get what?"

He rolled his eyes. "Netherite. Not just anyone can have that."

Much to his dismay, you started chuckling. "True. I'll leave it to you to guess how I got it."

"That's not an answer," he groaned, visibly annoyed. "Honestly, nevermind. You always were a weirdo."

"Always?" you choked. "We’ve barely known each other for a day, dude. Why are you saying so many mean things?"

... He looked flabbergasted at your words.

"Hey. What's my name." His eyes were narrowed; he looked quite serious.

With a sheepish smile, you replied, "Um, should I know?"

You've been house neighbors for three whole years.

🍪 —

Something was covering Aiden's body.

His eyes slowly opened to the brightly lit cave, his hands reaching out to touch a smooth surface. Weird. He hadn't had a blanket when he fell asleep.

But you did.

Abruptly, he stood up, ignoring the black spots that crawled his vision as he rushed to the door. He threw it open, the sunlight greeting him, overwhelming his senses.

Right now, he literally couldn't see anything.

"Woah. Good morning." He heard your voice beside him. "Rough sleep or what?"

He turned to the sound of your voice, waiting for his vision to calm down. "You went somewhere."

Eventually, his sight adjusted, and he saw you shrugging. You were wearing your iron armor, scratched and damaged, with dark bags under your eyes. If anything, you looked kind of... cool.

"Sure did. Good news, though, I found survivors."

"You did?" His eyes widened slightly. The first thought that came to mind is that, hopefully, the ocelots would be there.

"A whole community of them, yeah," you nodded, pulling something out of your pocket. "Here, eat up before we go."

Aiden grabbed the cookie, glanced at you, and after a moment, he took a bite.

🌄 —

"How far away is it?? Are you telling me you went all the way out here and came back—"

You mustered a nervous grin, which only made Aiden even more uneasy.

"I, ah, don't actually know where it is," you mumbled, skimming anxiously over the map. "...They just said to keep heading in the direction of the sun."

"What?!" He inhaled sharply. "Does that mean the opposite direction or what? They can't be too far from Endercon!"

You pursed your lips. "You're right. But like you said, better safe than sorry."

Aiden stared at you. You stared back.

Then, without a word, he turned and started walking in the opposite direction. You flickered your gaze between the map and him.

"Aiden?"

The sound of his name, in your voice, made him stop.

"... What."

"You're going to fall off a cliff if you keep going that way."

...

Why is it that you always seem to find ways to shatter his pride and ego?

⛺ —

You finally arrived at the shelter.

Aiden separated from you, which was understandable, he was most likely looking for his friends or family. You, on the other hand, spoke with the head of the place to make arrangements.

"The scouts?" you asked.

She nodded. "Yes, and we have different roles. Some search for survivors, and others gather supplies."

What a noble effort. You're definitely going to join.

"The guy who came with you earlier, he's with you, right?" the lady asked, gesturing toward Aiden.

His voice could be heard from across the lobby. "Anyone seen a dumb blonde with a long nose?? Or a stupid-looking—"

You watched him quietly, arms crossed. It seemed like he hadn't had any luck finding his friends.

After getting no positive replies, Aiden glanced around the room, searching for anyone who might have answers. His eyes landed on you.

You weakly smiled when your eyes met.

With a roll of his eyes, he walked over and stood silently next to you, staring at the floor.

"I'm sure we'll find them soon," you reassured.

The lady coughed.

"Oh, sorry," you said, turning to her. "I would also like to request a room for Aiden."

🌃 —

Unfortunately, due to the lack of available rooms, you and Aiden had to share one. To make matters worse, the room was awkwardly small. He didn't look happy at all. Aggravated, even.

You couldn't say you didn't expect this. Food was already scarce enough as it was.

The worst part? There was only one bed.

"Welp, goodnight," you exclaimed, rolling over to your side—the one that didn't require you to face him.

Your roommate only groaned in response. Not much else to say, and not much else to expect, you supposed.

You slept.

Aiden stayed awake.

He merely stared at the ceiling. All kinds of negative thoughts are visiting his mind, overwhelming him.

Honestly. What was he supposed to do now?

The witherstorm was still out there. It could return at any moment. His family was gone. Lukas and the Ocelots were nowhere to be found.

What, what, what-

Suddenly, something landed on his face, jolting him out of his spiraling thoughts.

He pushed it off, only to realize it was your hand. Well. Okay. This was totally normal for a weirdo like you.

Speaking of you...

Aiden couldn’t help but hate how dependent he’d become on you.

It was painfully irritating—

He felt your leg settle on his, subtly trying to wrap itself around him.

Alright. You're a messy sleeper, aren't you?

... Then, another kind of warmth wrapped itself around his waist. Now you were fully hugging him.

His eyelids drooped halfway. Aiden didn't even bother trying to fight back. He had no energy left for that.

Instead, he let himself embrace your touch. Not like anyone would know anyway.

Slowly, he drifted off to sleep.

🛤️ —

It's cold.

Aiden woke up, sitting up hastily when he realized you were gone.

His eyes scanned the room for you before he decided to stand up and reach for the door—

"There'll be an expedition in a while. Will you be coming with?"

That sounded like the lady from yesterday. She stood on the other side of the closed door.

"Of course," and that was your... voice. You were agreeing to something. "How long does it usually take again?"

"It depends on your trip. The longest can take about a week, give or take."

"...Ah. Okay. No worries," you eventually replied.

... Aiden's eyebrows furrowed.

You were going to leave him?

🗡️ —

"Oh, good morning," you smiled, placing the tray of food on the table. You looked at Aiden, who was sitting on your side of the bed.

"I bought some food. I already ate, so-"

Without warning, the very tip of your netherite sword was pointed at you. It was almost threatening—if only you hadn’t noticed the slight tremor in the blade. You raised a confused brow at the motion.

Your eyes followed the edge of the sword along the hand until they landed on its holder.

Aiden was pointing your sword at you.

"What are you doing?" you deadpanned. "That's not yours to take, Aiden."

The way you said his name shoved unwanted chills down his spine.

"... You're planning to leave?" he asked, his eyebrows knitting together.

You really didn't like where the conversation was heading.

"Hey, you can stay here with the others. You'll be safe—"

"No!" His grip on the sword shook violently, his eyes widening with panic. "I won't feel safe. You won't be here with me."

You stammered, backing yourself against the table. "Careful, Aiden. How about you come with me? That's—"

"No, no, I don't want to go back there," he whimpered, his entire demeanor faltering.

A frown settled on your face. With this show of weakness, you only saw this as a chance.

With the tip of your finger, you placed it on the flat side of the sword and gently pushed it down. Aiden stared at you wordlessly, his eyes wide.

"Look, I won't change my mind about going, but if you come with me, I promise I will protect you with my life."

erm hello 🤓☝️ kindly tell me any mistakes!

[surferblues]

hi livy! congrats on 500💘 so honored to be mutuals i literally adore your writing! may i humbly request prompt ❛ i’m not wearing any underwear. thought you’d like to know. ❜ with Austin? so excited to read 🫶🏼

careless whispers ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

pairings austin butler x fem!reader

warnings 18+ only, minors dni, smut, choking, degrading kink, oral (m), and obviously sexual themes (duhhh) SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG THIS WAS AT THE BOTTOM OF MY DRAFTS 😭🫣

you and austin weren't anything to each other, well, at least not romantically. to put it lightly, you were friends who messed around.

friends who messed around in secret, because, god forbid anyone knew about this dirty friends with benefits situation you and austin agreed to.

it was always the same little game. you and austin would be out with all your friends and he'd suddenly slip his rough hands under the table to rub your thigh.

causing you to slap his hand away, even though your crimson red cheeks undeniably gave you away.

but that's what he liked about the whole situation - he loved how you got flustered and soft with every single touch.

He had you completely wrapped around his finger.

the room was fairly dark, the only source of light being the luminescent neon colors from screens and led lights - but aside from that, no one at this party would see what Austin was up to.

he knew not to be too bold, anyone in here would kill for a chance to expose something so scandalous - "costars who fuck on the low!"

pfft, what a flashy headline.

the only people aware of this sudden dynamic between you and Austin were your castmates and closest friends, aside from that - your's and Austin's publicists have been working their asses off.

Austin had been slyly making his way across the room, letting out small thanks and smiles as a-listers praised his acting in elvis. although his current destination had been far more important.

you were in the corner of the room, a small smile on your pink lips and a teasing glimmer in your soft eyes. your finger tips twirling with your locks of hair as you let out fake laughter.

you were oblivious to Austin's watchful eye, you were too busy giggling at the brunette beauty who was horribly attempting to flirt.

Austin watched every movement you've made since that wannabe a-lister walked over to you. jealousy was running through his veins as that guy leaned towards you, whispering in your ear - he was too close to you.

maybe this was how you ended up in this current situation. your knees on the cold tile floor, your tongue toying with austin's thumb as he looked down at you.

"your mouth is better for so many other things than talking." Austin's tone was as rough as his grip that his cold hand had as he gripped your cheeks, forcing you to meet his eyes.

“What’re you gonna do about it?” You challenged, inviting him to take what he needed.

"you're just begging to be punished, aren't you ?" He cooed as you looked up at him through your long lashes, nodding.

Austin reached  down and pulled at his pants to release his hardness, and brought a hand to the back of your head, ever so roughly pushing you towards it.

"c'mon, slut, don't be shy." he husked, gripping a handful of your hair and pulling it nearly out of your scalp as he positioned your lips to be on his hard dick.

Your tongue came out, to lick and tease his tip, your eyes never leaving his. A smirk of satisfaction spread on your lips as his head threw back and incoherent curses slipped from his lips.

Austin hissed at the contact, He grabbed himself at the base, rubbing the head of his cock in a circle on your lips before lifting his hips to enter. 

“you shouldn't get so jealous." you remarked, moving your wet tongue against his member. He then eased his cock into your mouth. You couldn't't help but to let out a cry of pleasure as his hard laid heavy on your tongue . Meanwhile, he groans at the feeling of your warm wet walls surrounding his cock. He could never get enough of how you felt around him.

your hands flew to his hips for support, while his back hit the hard wall behind him for support.

Austin let out breathless chuckles in disbelief, his tongue poking at the side of his cheek as he watched you with a focused sense.

"you shouldn't have been talking to him." he said sternly in between thrust in your mouth, and breathy whimpers. you were about to pull away from his dick, to let out a snarky response. but he pulled your head towards him before you could even try.

you let out a small grunt, his dick hitting the back of your throat. you continued your work on Austin's member, hallowing your cheeks around him as your tongue danced against his now-wet, velvety skin, moaning against him.

Soft grunts were erupting from Austin as he bucked his hips to meet your head bobs, your warm cheeks and spit nearly throwing him off of the edge. Tears began to slip from your eyes as his dick went deeper and deeper with every thrust .

He quickly pulled out of your mouth, not wanting to cum just yet, roughly grasping your chin before leaning down to collide his lips with yours. you gripped his blond lock, your tongues rolling against one another roughly.

your knees began to raise up from the ground, following his lips. you pulled away, breathless whimpers slipped from both of your lips.

"I'm not wearing any underwear.. just thought you'd like to know." you suggestively whispered against his lips, both of you chest to chest. he threw his head back, a playful smile on his lips as he processed your words.

"you're going to be the death of me." he murmured, pushing you against the wall with a reckless force. he was quick and messy, this time.

he nearly ripped your dress as he bunched it up your hips, the look in his eyes seemingly so urgent.  “Do you think you deserve this?” his tone demeaning as he finally met your eyes, his finger tips barely grazing your wet clit.

you opened your lips to speak, but as soon as your lips parted Austin pushed his lips roughly against yours while his duo of ring covered pushed into you, thrusting and curling upward as he leaned up to kiss you. your tongues collided as you kissed.

you let out a groan of annoyance, tired of the teasing. "please, stop teasing austin." you begged, reaching for his fingers but he pulled them away with a sly smirk.

"oh, baby im gonna fill you up so good." he cooed, gripping your hips so hard that you were sure you were going to have bruises.

he lined his dick with your needy hole, slowly and slowly pushing his dick along your wet slit. once he finally got to your empty hole, he slammed his hips into yours with ease.

the filthy action drove you crazy, and you whined, your hand wrapping around one of his biceps as you let him settle.

It didn't hurt, but God did you feel full. he pulled out once again, following back with another thrust. he lifted up one of your legs to his waist so he could reach that sweet spot of yours.

With your legs hooked around his waist, you pushed your pelvis up to meet each thrust, the breaths coming more and more shallow as he unconsciously began to move faster and harder within you.

you placed your hand over your mouth to silence your moans, because god forbid anyone heard what was going on behind closed doors.

you squealed as austin let out a loud groan, the two of you reaching your highs together. his hips stuttered while he kept thrusting inside of you, spurring you on as you came. your cunt squeezed him with a vice grip as if it wanted to cage him in.

his head dipping in the crevice of your shoulder as his lips parted and eyes shut. you could hear the sound of your juices mixing with each lazy thrust.

"if i see him with you again, ill beat his ass." austin murmured against your skin, letting out a croaky chuckle.

but his laughter couldn't disguise his seriousness , because you knew he would.

[kpop-dungeon-dark]

REQUEST # 10 (Mafia!Sehun x Reader)

•TRIGGER WARNING•

Disclaimer: This piece is purely a work of fiction and does not represent Oh Sehun in any way nor do I condone or encourage these actions in real life. This is nothing but mere fiction and fantasy. Both characters are of age. Contains dark themes, browse at your own risk.

Request: "Mayy you please please please write a Sehun/Lay/Chanyeol/Kai (or really just any member, cuz in such a whore for Exo🥵🥵) of a Virgin, with mutual masturbation, praise kink and cumplay??💘💘 I don’t really have too many specifics since I know it’ll be amazing anyway so just go crazy and write what you want!! It can be non con, dub con, or whatever you feel like doing!!❤️☺️☺️💖💖💗💗💓💓"

Warning(s): Dubcon, corruption kink, age gap, praise kink, breath play, power play, cum play, degradation, humiliation, choking, dumfication, mutual masturbation, breeding kink, toy riding, spanking praise kink.

Sehun wasn't really planning on what this had escalated into when he'd exited his room to come face-to-face with Y/n who was exiting hers. The girl was his boss, Mafioso Kim Junmyeon's bratty babysister who had just graduated highschool and was back to live with them for a while in the mansion located in the premises of the headquarters of the Mafia group, EXO.

He couldn't pinpoint just when he'd stepped in her direction before restraining the brat in his crushing hold before dragging her back inside his room roughly.

Maybe it was how one of her fluffy pink socks pooled around an ankle, or how her soft and luscious hair decorated her pretty face, or how the caterpillar stuffie dangled from her grip, it could also be the oversized football jersey she wore through which you could only make the outlines of her curves and bumps. Or maybe it was the bratty scowl that had made it's way on her face whilst a huff left her, pretty eyes rolling at the sight of him since she considered and treated all the men below her brother as mere 'pet dogs', out of which Sehun was apparently the worst because he was the youngest and fairly new.

"What- what are you-" Y/n's breaths were heavy as she glared up at him from her position against Sehun's bedroom door whilst he hurriedly did the topmost latch, other hand firmly holding her in place by her throat. "S- Stop! You pet dog! How dare you!" The insults just made the adrenaline pump even harder through his veins.

It was no news that the girl needed to be put in her place. And Sehun was more than happy to volunteer.

"Tsk." Clicking his tongue in distaste, the man ripped her underwear off with ease, tackling her against the door when she tried to struggle. He didn't hit the gym for hours everyday for nothing. "You talk too much" Y/n's eyes widened when he shoved her moist underwear in her mouth, plugging her mouth to muffle and restrict any and all sounds.

"Isn't that all better now?" Gathering both her hands that were weakly hitting his hard arms in one of his, the male pinned them above her head against the door, smirking down at the sight. "Mmm~" admiring his handiwork, he pushed the rather large caterpillar stuffie that she'd dropped away from them with a slight kick. "Aren't you all pretty when that filthy mouth of yours isn't running off?" His free hand felt up her pretty face, stroking her cheeks and lips before travelling down to her neck, his dick getting hard at how perfectly it fit his grip.

Y/n felt overpowered and embarrassed. After all that she had done and said to the men below Junmyeon, here she was, trapped under one of them all helpless and pathetic with her underwear stuffed in her mouth as she could do nothing but let him grope her all over. She could only stand there while he squeezed her boobs, biting at the clothed nipples while praising her for being so soft before creeping his hand under her shirt and feeling her soft stomach.

"Hmmm… should I fuck it full of my babies? Make you all nice and round all for me, huh baby?" The way her eyes widened as she shook her head vigorously made him cackle almost. He'd never felt so powerful before. "Why, you don't like it?" Y/n was scowling again as she shook her head, inaudibly trying to threaten him again.

"Really, now?" Raising a perfectly shaped eyebrow, the older lowered his hand down her stomach and between her legs, causing a shaky exhale to escape her nose. "Your body is telling me otherwise, though" the corners of his lips curled into a nasty smirk when he toyed with her pussy lips and flesh, her fluids hugging his slender fingers with ease. "I mean, isn't that why pathetic brats like you act out in the first place?" He was relentless with his words. "So they can be fucked into their little places at their owners' feet?"

Y/n's scowl had softened now, furrowed eyebrows raising as her eyes tried to close, hips slowly swaying and grinding against Sehun's fingers despite the sheer embarrassment burning her cheeks a bright crimson.

Letting go of her hands, Sehun slowly finger fucked her with his occupied hand, shoving and teasing her virgin entrance as his free hand gripped her shirt and swiftly pulled it up and over her head, causing the girl to gasp and try to cover her breasts.

"Hands above your head!" The man scolded, beating her to it and spanking one of her breasts in a punishing manner using the back of his hand. "Don't make me repeat myself" Y/n pouted as she did as she was told, sweat breaking out on her temples when his hand violated her virgin walls. "Isn't that so much better now?" Pinching her nipples, Sehun bit and sucked at them.

The girl involuntarily moaned, tipping her head back as her stomach filled with knots, toes curling and pussy clenching in defense, hips starting to fuck her pussy against his finger harder to chase her relief only to be left disappointed when he removed the finger with a plop.

"Nnnnnghhhh!" She whined in protest, pussy trying to reach for his fingers again as she arched her back.

The man chuckled. "More? Does this dirty little baby want more?" Y/n desperately nodded, breathing heavily against the makeshift underwear gag. "Want me to fuck you dumb with my cock? Make you feel real good?" Letting out muffled whines, the girl tried to say 'yes' and nodded even faster, heart thumping against her ribcage.

"Hmmm" pulling away, Sehun crossed his arms over his chest and shrugged. "But how do I know you'll be any good at it? What if you can't make me feel good?" Shaking her head in desperation, Y/n pulled the gag out herself.

"N- No! No! I will be! Please! Please~!" Even though she was humiliated and embarrassed because she was standing stark naked and all fucked out in front of her brother's mere worker, the burn in her pussy and stomach was too unbearable. "Please! I'll try my best!" Even though she'd never even done it before, the girl said whatever that would get him to do what he was doing again.

"Hmmm" grabbing the gag from her hand, Sehun shoved it back in her mouth past her drool covered lips, deciding he liked her best without her her demanding mouth. "But I need a demo now, don't I? To see if you're worthy of my cock?" A smirk made it's way on his face as he nodded towards the discarded stuffie.

"Why don't you fuck yourself on Mr. Locks like you would on me and I'll see if you deserve more pleasure just yet?" When her eyebrows furrowed in confusion, the male rolled his eyes and instructed her to get on the bed with the toy beneath her.

"Now ride it" Y/n's cheeks burnt an even darker shade of red as her eyes widened at the order, head lowering in embarrasment when she realised just what kind of a position she really was in. "Come on, I don't have all day!" Her legs were spread apart with Mr. Locks between them as she sat on top of him, pussy resting against his soft fur. "It's this or nothing. Because I don't fuck unworthy little sluts who won't even be worth the fuck."

Just when Sehun thought Y/n was going to chicken out because he wasn't a stranger to her pride, the girl looked up with lust clouded eyes, placing her palms flat against the mattress to position herself better before she slowly started to rock her hips, shuddering in pleasure.

The man bit his lip, surprised but pleased as his hand slowly crept to his bulge. Fuck. He didn't expect her to actually obey since she acted so mighty and innocent in front of everyone all the time. Sehun had only said that so she would either beg him to help or try to defy him so he could manhandle her into taking him deep and hard.

"Fuck…" The man whispered to himself, watching the sight in front him as he neared the girl, continuing to rub himself as his other hand undid his fly and pushed his boxers out of the way, loving how her innocent eyes wandered to his cock and widened at the sight, hips moving even faster now as sweat dripped down her forehead.

"Good girl… such a good girl…" Sehun praised the obedience, starting to jerk himself off as his other hand removed her gag, Y/n taking him by surprise when she leaned forward and kissed his tip in a hazy frustration, unable to form coherent or rational thoughts anymore. "Fuck, Y/n…" Sehun cursed at the gesture, the warm and wet kiss making his insides burn. "Look what you do to me" one hand ran up and down his hard and wet shaft while the other one reached for her throat, slightly squeezing it to restrict her breathing.

"T- Thank you… thank you… f- feels so good…" The girl cried out, shaking as she felt herself getting close, feeling tiny and powerless. "S- So small… feel so small" she whispered, looking up at him with dilated pupils when he allowed her to breathe, sucking in shaky breaths.

The sight and words made Sehun's head spin. "Aren't you?" He growled almost, cursing when she tried to help and since he was already jerking himself off, started to rub the base of his balls which was his sensitive spot. "Look at yourself, naked and submissive under me, getting fucked by a toy because I said so… all to convince me that you're good enough for my cock. Tsk. So desperate and disgusting" he snickered, restricting her air once again. "Cum. Be a good toy and cum for me~" Y/n cried out and arched her back as her thighs started to shake uncontrollably, a violent orgasm ripping through her as she moaned and thanked him the best she could, rubbing herself against the caterpillar stuffie senseless.

"Fuck… such a good girl… so obedient and pretty… fuck~" Sehun started cumming harder than ever, letting go of her throat as her lips were starting to turn purple. "So fucking good" aiming for her face and mouth, he emptied his load all over her, slapping her ass repeatedly as he went, breaths heavy.

"Look at you" the man spoke once he'd calmed down a bit, squeezing and pinching her tits before cupping her face which was covered in his cum, droplets of it dripping down her chin and down her neck. "Such a pretty little baby I've here…" Sehun praised, admiring his handiwork before spreading the streaks of his load all over her face, scooping some and feeding it to her as the girl struggled to catch her breath, looking up at him submissively while sucking on his fingers, subconsciously swirling her tongue around them.

"Th- thank yoo~" Y/n whimpered, biting her lip when he unplugged her mouth, reaching for her pussy now while still rubbing his cum in her face, his thumb pushing the tiny droplets in her nose and making her cough them out.

"Good. That's how you should be; on your knees and underneath me, thanking me for everything I give you by kissing my feet." Putting his fingers that were coated in her cum Sehun sucked at them, humming and nodding. "Tastes like my cum dump." Before he stepped away and pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his sculpted body heavily covered in tattoos.

"What?" Y/n felt dumb when he looked up at her while kicking his shoes off and getting rid of his clothes. The girl blushed and dumbly bit her lip, still in the same position as she didn't know what to do. Sehun shook his head upon her silent shrug and stood back up to his full stature.

"Well, get on your back and spread those pretty legs. You did good. I've decided to keep you" still unsure whether it was her just hormones or if she was actually liked Sehun treating her so small and dumb, Y/n complied and excitedly spread her legs, her mouth watering at the sight of his body that was much bigger than hers.

The older smirked as he approached her, pushing the toy off his bed before crawling on top of the younger. "Want me to fuck this virgin little pussy dirty and full of my cum?"

"Yes, please~" the girl admitted, placing her hands above her head again.

Rational thoughts could come later. Right now, this hurt and burnt too good.

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Girl I agree. Nobody does it like the exos 🤧🥵🥺

[bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky]

Ghost Busters | Bucky Barnes x Reader

Hi, friends! I don’t know if any of y’all like Parks & Rec, but one of my favorite Ron Swanson quotes ever is “you’re house isn’t haunted, you’re just lonely” so I used it for a fic :)

Send me your comments, requests, and/or submissions! 🥰

Tag list: @beefybuckrrito @shadytalementality @everything-burns-down @rainbow-unicorn-pony @mandersshow @breakablebarnes @glxwingrxse @psychoticmason @deepsketchsupernaturalcowboy @lonewolf471 💘

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With shaky hands, you pressed the 'call' button and waited anxiously for Bucky to answer his phone. After three rings, his deep, velvety voice filled your ears.

“Hey, sweetheart. What's-”

"Buck, hey, listen- I think my apartment is haunted..." you told him. His booming laugh echoed through the phone and brought a small smile to your lips. His laugh was always the thing that made you happiest, and it was a nice reprieve from the sheer terror coursing through your veins. "Hey! I'm not kidding! I really think my place is haunted!" you insisted.

He chuckled again at your adorable distress, taking a moment to gather himself. “You’re place isn’t haunted, doll. You’re just lonely,” he teased.

“Okayyyy, then come over and make me…not lonely! Please?” you pleaded, flinching as you heard another strange sound. A dramatic sigh traveled through the phone and Bucky couldn’t help but mess with you a little more.

“Oh, I don’t know…I can’t just come running every time you’re scared,” he told you, taking a brief pause before continuing, “I’m kidding, sweets. Already on my way. I’ll be there in ten”.

Bucky’s metal hand knocking against your front door was enough to make you jump out of your skin. Once you collected yourself, you flew to the door and pulled it open, launching yourself into the warm, safe embrace of your best friend Bucky. “Hiiiiiii,” you breathed against his muscular chest, “thank you so much for coming over”. He chuckled and wrapped his arms around you, rubbing his warm hand up and down the length of your spine your spine reassuringly.

“Of course, doll. You know I’m only a phone call away,” he said with a wink. He escorted you back inside and produced a bottle of your favorite wine from the inside of his coat. “I was saving this for the next time you came to my place, but I figured it would do you good tonight,” he joked. You nodded and took the bottle from him, eagerly tearing at the foil covering the cork. When your anxious hands were too shaky to work your wine opener, Bucky took over with a wink. He poured two glasses- yours slightly fuller than his- and walked with you into the living room. A sheepish smile overcame your expression as you realized that you’d really just called Bucky and made him come over because you thought Casper was fucking around in your ceiling. “So…um, I know you think I’m being ridiculous…” you murmured.

“I don’t think you’re being ridiculous, doll. I just think you maybe shouldn’t have had a scary movie marathon by yourself in an apartment you just moved into…” he teased, taking a sip of his wine.

“It’s not the movies, I swear! I keep hearing these noises! It’s this really creepy scratching sound and-” the sound in question cut you off, making you whip your head around. “See?!”

Bucky placed his wine on the coffee table and slowly moved toward the sound, listening closely. “Buck, what if it’s a demon? Or- oh my god, what if it’s the Candy Man? I didn’t even say his name five times! Why would he come for me??” you rambled, your fear only growing as Bucky continued to silently stalk toward the sound.

He disappeared into your darkened spare bedroom, and as badly as you wanted to make sure he was okay, you couldn’t bring yourself to step foot into the pitch black space.

“Bucky?” you whispered-no response.

“Bucky?!” you called again, still getting no answer.

A loud crashing sound made a scream rip from your throat as Bucky emerged from the spare bedroom and slammed the door shut behind him. You jumped into his arms like Scooby Doo and held on to him so tightly it made your muscles ache. “Oh my god, I’m so glad the Candy Man didn’t get you…” you murmured against his neck. He laughed his loud, adorable laugh and wrapped his arms around you, “he couldn’t get me, sweetheart- I’m too fast for him” he joked. Carrying you back to the couch, he set you down and clocked your anxious expression.

“Okay here’s the deal, doll,” Bucky began, “I have good news and I have bad news. The good news is that there are no serial killers, possessed dolls, ghosts, demons, or anything of the like hiding in your spare bedroom. The bad news is…there’s a rather large family of squirrels living behind the wall in the closet”.

An uproarious laugh took hold of you, making you almost douse your couch in red wine. “Squ-squirrels?” you choked, “oh my god, I was afraid of squirrels!”. Your laugh made Bucky laugh, and then the two of you were laughing until your stomachs hurt. “Ohhhhh my god,” you breathed as you finally calmed down, “well, Buck, I think I now know why my rent’s so cheap…” He laughed again, and the sound made your heart swell.

“Ugh, now I’m gonna have to call my landlord and they’re gonna rip the wall open and have to get the squirrels out and it’s gonna be a fucking mess…” you whined, finding solace at the bottom of your wine glass. Bucky was quiet, but you could see the flicker of a thought behind his eyes. He bit his lip for a few seconds before taking a deep breath and blurting it out. “Come stay with me! You can sleep in my bed- I’d sleep on the couch, obviously. But you should just stay at my place instead of being here when they free the squirrels”.

“Buck, I can’t-are you sure? I don’t want to intrude…” you murmured, “I can’t take your bed”. He shook his head, not hearing another word of protest from you. “Yes you can. And you will- if you want to stay, that is. I’d love to have you, sweets…”

The sound of the squirrel family scratching against the inside of your wall cut Bucky off, eliciting another perfect laugh from him. “You’re sure?” you asked, and he nodded confidently, never having been so sure of anything.

“Well, then…when can I come?” you offered meekly. Bucky took the last sip of his wine and helped you up off the couch, “get packing, doll” he ordered, sending you off to gather some things for the next few days.

Back at Bucky’s squirrel-free apartment, the two of you watched almost all of Ocean’s 11 before your eyelids started getting heavy. “You can go to bed, sweets. You don’t have to stay up till the end of the movie”, Bucky teased as he watched you struggle to stay awake. An embarrassed slide crept across your face and he cocked his head to the side, asking what was wrong.

“Okay, you cannot laugh at me, but…I’m still paranoid”, you confessed. He stifled a laugh, making you roll your eyes and elbow him in the ribs. “I spent all day thinking my apartment was haunted! I have ghosts and demons and little girls who ask you to play with them ‘forever and ever’ stuck in my brain!” He lost the fight against his laughter and you gave him a shove before joining him, laughing so hard your cheeks burned while leaning up against his strong body. “Buck, if I asked you for a favor, would you do it?” you asked, knowing you’d already asked for too much tonight.

“Geez, sweetheart, another favor? I don’t know- I already went on a ghost hunt in your apartment…” he teased, before easing your worries with a genuine “of course”. Reluctance left you tongue tied, and you didn’t want to make Bucky feel weird by asking him for this specific thing, but you knew you wouldn’t fall asleep otherwise. “Buck…would you- would you sleep with me? Instead of out here on the couch? I’d just- I’d feel a lot better…”

With a smile and a nod, Bucky helped you from the couch and led you by the hand to his bedroom. The two of you climbed in under the covers and you couldn’t help but snuggle up against him, feeling safest when you were close to him. Sleep began pulling you under and you let out a contented sigh against Bucky’s strong arm. “You’re the best, Barnes…” you whispered, earning you a kiss on the head. He chuckled at your words, in disbelief at just how fucking adorable you were. “Any time, doll. And hey, if the little girls from The Shining come for you,” he joked, “I’ve got your back”.

[aubreyprc]

hi everyone keeps asking for all of my fics to be in one (1) single place and so🧍🏻‍♀️ here they are besties💗💘💓💞💕💖

sour series - a collection of hotchniss fic based around olivia rodrigo’s album sour - all requests:) completed.

in my veins - hotchniss fic - emily is involved in a car accident, hotch is worried she might not make it. sad vibes. tw / blood, car accident, major character deaths, mentions of drugs, mention of suicide, mention of depression&grief. four parts w alternative ending for those who may find the ending triggering :) (also moreid) ao3

anything but love/open season but make it : spicy - hotchniss - emily and morgan are the ones kidnapped in open season, cue worried hotch, protective morgan and past/young hotchniss . (to be continued in part of an . unfinished series lol)

you look happier- unrequited hotchniss and moreid. emily and spencer watch the men they move on without them. tw/ sad :)

hardwired to be with you - hotchniss - hotch spends his birthday surrounded by his family after he and emily retire. pure?? happiness, one could say.

all through the night - hotch is in a building hit by a dirty bomb and gets radiation poisoning. (established hotchniss - season 4 anthrax episode re write

burn for you - hotchniss 1800 AU

voicemail - hit and run - emily’s plane goes down. she leaves hotch a voicemail.

it’s not perfect, it’s better - emily and aarons one year wedding anniversary doesn’t go as planned, but maybe it was better.

when i cheated it did - during hotch and haley’s separation, he has a thing with Emily. Haley pulls him up about it when he comes to her about the divorce papers and one confession later, he lands right back at emilys door once again.

the call - emily gets hurt. hotch can’t get her go.

you are everything - They kill Doyle on the scene. There’s no need for the lies and for paris. Emily and Aaron finally talk after weeks of confusion. Established relationship.

promise me - hotch leaves emily after he’s attacked, she refuses to back down without a fight.

hold me while you wait - emily goes to hotch after two weeks of being unable to sleep after doyle

the flu - emily gets the flu. that’s it.

you’ll be safe in these arms of mine - emily gets taken by their recent unsub, someone they named the three day killer. they know they have three days to find her, aaron refuses to let them get to four.

can’t be alone anymore - he sent his family away to keep them safe. would have sent her away as well if it was an option. but it wasn’t. no one has seen him for days. he really shouldn’t be going to her apartment. but he has no one else. and he needs her.

bruises - young hotchniss. aaron cleans up emily’s injures after yet another fight with her boyfriend.

It’s you - hotch and emily start seeing each other during his separation with haley. when haley wants to try again six months later he accepts, his wish to be a family unit for his son a bigger priority than anything else. three months later things just aren’t the same, and haley gives him an ultimatum. - 

no wedding, one funeral - Emily and Aaron are getting married. It’s supposed to be the happiest day of her life. However, an Irish man with a vendetta has other plans.

in progress. sort of ?

doctor au - unnamed. emily = doctor and hotch’s gf and then he gets stabbed :/ uh oh

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#r fic recs - aka all of my favourites ever written ever in life that i will hold close to my soul for the rest of eternity��

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powerhouse trio - aka my favourite ultimate vip one of a kind will read forever and never forget fics 💖💓💕✋🏻 list below

we see no end - https://archiveofourown.org/works/26008354/chapters/63235624 by @/jetaime-jespere

a casual arrangement - https://archiveofourown.org/works/26300413 by @/sweetsecretskeptinside

sunday - https://archiveofourown.org/works/32511118 by @/eprcntiss

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[egg-emperor]

Movie sonic’s design is so cute so I’d still want it to be in a different style from the games but that just means you get more detailed eggman with high res fluffy moustache and hopefully realistic fat so let’s do it

I don't mind how any of the other characters look, I just want Eggman to be his true beautiful CG self and voiced by Mike Pollock like he's really always deserved!

The most realistic Eggman should've ever gotten isn't live action, it should've been Unleashed's CG because it has exactly what I'd want him to look like in the real Sonic movie of my dreams. It's the most perfect he has ever looked, the absolute peak of his appearance in any piece of media EVER (aside from his perfect models in Wreck it Ralph/Ralph Breaks the Internet) because he has it all:

- An absolutely gorgeous and flawless model that perfectly and accurately captures all of his handsome features

- Super high quality detail in the texturing of his face, right down to his pores, specs of black on his brow ridges, and even veins which is so so so beautiful

- A gorgeous magnificent big fluffy hyper realistic mustache that I wish I could gently run through my fingers and feel it tickle my face when we smooch heheh 💕

There's even details of little stray hairs and I just HGNFDUFUHDNFJDGN 🥺💖😍💘

- And he has one the most precious moments of belly jiggle and that is so fucking important!!! 🥰💜💕💖💗💜💖💕💘💜

You can't convince me that jimbotnik has got absolutely anything on all of this. This is THE perfect definitive Eggman >:)

Thanks to Unleashed's breathtaking CG and Mike Pollock's movie fantastic worthy performance in it, I've been dreaming of a movie with an Eggman that looks exactly like this since 2008 and I'd literally sob with joy if it finally came true someday. :'D He has so much fun extremely expressive and energetic animation and such a beautiful model in it that live action could never top it and I hold it so dear to my heart. 💜

[star-puff]

Tsukishima + royal 👑👀 for your prompt event👀👀maam i am excited ily Meg💖💖💞💞💘

tsukishima + royal

word count: 800

event masterlist

hi angel 💖💖 u can consider this an early 900 milestone present, ily and congratulations <33

The evening of Tsukishima’s seventeenth birthday, his world crumbles around him.

There’s an announcement made at his celebration ball, the typical ‘congratulations’ and ‘I wish you another wonderful year.’ But then another announcement is made, one less typical than the traditional best wishes, and silence hushes over the crowd, Tsukishima’s heart seizes, his eyes darting to his brother, his parents, you.

Silence, panic, hopelessness. Promises and vows made between secret nights and breathless whispers shattering beneath his feet.

Prince Akiteru is known to the people as many things: kind, peaceful, firstborn, heir to the throne. To Tsukishima, Akiteru is merely his older brother, still kind, still peaceful, but a coward. Abdicator of the throne, now only former heir of the Tsukishima line, Akiteru is nothing but collateral to a broken pedestal, and Tsukishima is left to throw everything aside, scrambling to bear duties and burdens that were never meant to be his.

The night of the ball after everyone had left, Akiteru just apologized. Over and over again, he clutched his younger brother’s hands and kneeled, begging in low tones. 

“I’m sorry, I can’t do it. I’m sorry I’m turning to you, I’m sorry I'm a failure of an older brother, of a king, but I can’t take the crown. I just can’t.”

Tsukishima had just stared at him, a rush of words akin to ‘it’s not my place’ and ‘it was your responsibility’ clogging in his throat, his lips unable to voice them at the desperation in his brother’s eyes. There was still no reason given, not even by his father, who had merely placed a hand on his shoulder, and sighed. 

Accept it, the action said. You’re the only one left to do it.

A week passes, then two, then three. Tsukishima is subjected to dozens of classes previously meant for his brother, and the only thing still running through his mind is 'why.' 

Why, he asks as he sits through lectures done by the royal advisor, an air of urgency in his tone. Why, as he sits trapped in the library, hearing the pity even in the murmurs of the maids outside the door. Why, he thinks, catching your eye for just a split second before you snap your head away, hurrying away from him.

And somehow, he ends up here, in the shadow of a dark corridor with a grip on your wrist.

“Your highness.” Your body is rigid, eyes darting around to see if anyone is watching. The title still feels unnatural, wooden on your tongue. "I thought you said we needed to stop," you say in low tones. 

His hand moves down to meet yours, and for a second it feels like he's still sixteen, second-born, allowed to be young and in love with the one who mattered the most. "I needed to see you again."

Your heart still feels like glass, candied sugar waiting to break at the slightest touch; his plea only sends a fissure through it, a reminder that the past was just that, the past. “And then what? Now that you’ve seen me, what are you going to do?” 

There’s a breadth of silence, one where you can see the gears in his mind turning, calculating every option possible. Tsukishima has always been one to scan the terrain, categorizing each possible action into what’s most beneficial in the long run. The mind of a royal, of a genius, some have said. You don’t need to have blue blood flowing through your veins or be able to calculate battlefield tactics to know the outcome of this tragedy.

“You know we can’t go back to how things used to be." 

“Nothing’s changed.” Tsukishima says your name with such weight it hurts, like he’s put what’s left of his faith in you, to stick with him through to the end, to not leave his side like everyone else. “Nothing’s changed—”

“Everything has changed, your highness. You said it yourself, didn’t you?”

He shakes his head, swallowing hard. He wasn’t thinking clearly that night, his thoughts in shambles, betrayal evident in every movement. Tsukishima had said it in a panic, a fit of frustration directed at you who came to comfort him afterwards. “I was wrong.”

“No.” Your voice is hollow, echoing words instilled in you since childhood—words you’ve never accepted until now. “A king is never wrong.”

“You taught me differently, remember?”

I remember everything, you want to say. I remember everything and I wish I didn’t.

You tug your hand free of his, holding it close to your chest. Shaking your head, you whisper softly. “I am a mere servant, your highness. It is not my place to say such things.”

“Y/N—”

“Good bye, Kei.” You say his name for the first time since that night, and it sounds like an ending.

The fallen crown lies heavy on his head.

[wolfes]

hi <3 it’s your PSC anon again <3 glad you had fun celebrating w your fam :) i’ve been lowkey stalking your edit tag and your sets are SO gorgeous i’m literally obsessed…the wrecking ball set of kate and anthony…all of your kanej sets…perfection💘💓💫👌🏽 have you read six of crows or the viscount who loved me?? (i think both kate and anthony and inej and kaz were perfectly cast in their tv adaptations!) anyway, i’ll stop rambling hehe i hope you have a good weekend!!

p.s. i can’t help but sing i’ll make a man out of you every time i see your blog title LMAO

omg ty you’re making me blush 😳

also yes i have read six of crows and i read part of the viscount who loved me but i have to say julia quinn’s writing is just not for me 🙈 i feel like bridgerton the series really improves upon the books but i’m not really a romance enjoyer so that’s probably why! and six of crows runs through my veins. it is my lifeblood. no one will ever do it like they did it...

also i’m glad you think of i’ll make a man out of you - it’s the biggest bop of the movie!!

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Yeah if you give me just one night You're gonna see me in a new light Yeah if you give me just one night To meet you underneath the moonlightWhat do I do with all this What do I do with all this This love that's running through my veins for you I need you, want you, and love you.  💘🤟🏼🥰

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Amused smirk pulled his lips.. however many he had. Suddenly you bumped into something softer. He wasnt in his throne anymore, towering over you with that demonic smile in place. He leaned down to your ear and whispered, words which echoed throughout what was Ryomens domain.

Why are you running away now? Didn't you want to meet me? I love to see my fans once in a while~

He was gone within blink of an eye from behind you to in front of you, wood of the sandals he wore kept him from making contact with the liquid underneath, even if it wasnt really.. wet, or there? The domain was confusing.

Get up. Although you do look adorably pathetic at my feet~

He cooed, head tilting to the side. he seemed really amused. Afterall this was his first human encounter in ages, he wanted to have some fun with the fragile doll that was thrown into his hands.

-Your God Sukuna 💘

Fear was quickly pumping through my veins and rushing through my body. How could you move so fast? In the blink of an eye you were sitting in your throne, and just like that you were behind me, then in front of me? There was no way, it was impossible.

N-No.. How did you… Where did the door…

I couldn’t control the way my hands were trembling before you, or even how wide my eyes were as I gazed up at you from my position from the floor. My face contorts as your voice and condescending tone echoes throughout your domain and my ears, before slowly rising to my feet. I once again make eye contact with one of your many eyes before muttering softly.

There must be a mistake.. I was expecting a god to be a this shrine not.. well..

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some very important dan smith/ashleigh ship lore / character motivations / fixing plot holes because i’m in an angsty mood:

SLIGHT Spoilers, but nothing major but I will tag it as ‘killer7 spoilers’.

In Killer7, or at least the media of it (Hand in Killer7 and the game manual) mention that Dan Smith is very hostile towards Harman Smith (the old man in the wheelchair). it says this in the manual:

[ID: white text against a red background, text reads: Although Dan is able to open up to Garcian to a certain extent, he doesn’t bother hiding his hostility towards Harman, and is just waiting for the perfect opportunity to take his life. end of ID.]

There really isn’t anywhere in the game in which Dan and Harman share a scene, if there is it’s left in the game files, unused or it got cut. But it is demonstrated that Harman is in a Coma for a bit of the game, and Dan is the one who caused it because he tried to kill him. This is mentioned in Hand in Killer7 (not super reliable but it is frankly a part that intrigued me).

NOW. Ashleigh fixes these plot holes. The reason as to why Dan Smith is so hostile towards Harman is that he blames Harman for two things:

1. Harman never gave Ashleigh closure when Dan Smith Died in 1975. No one told Ashleigh how Dan died - she didn’t even know what happened to him until Curtis Blackburn showed up and told her straight up ‘I killed your beloved Danny’ (that’s a whole other story). She never saw the body, and thus could never really move on because she thought Dan LEFT HER - that their relationship MEANT NOTHING. This pisses off Dan so much because his relationship with Ashleigh was genuinely meaningful and so not being able to give the person he care about closure - rightfully angers him. He thinks Harman’s a fucking coward, for not giving Ashleigh closure. Dan was even forbidden with even making ANY contact with Ashleigh because Harman believed it would ‘expose the Smith Syndicate’ and Harman couldn’t risk that. Dan is rightfully angry about that, and thus holds a grudge against the man who is kinda the reason why he’s even alive again.

2. Dan believes Harman indirectly contributed to Ashleigh’s death. She lived most of her life not knowing what happened to Dan. Ashleigh ending up dying in 1990, and the cause was Takotsubo cardiomyopathy (Broken-heart, which is caused by stress). When Dan found out about that, he was absolutely livid - the other Killer7 members had to hold him back from lashing at Harman. They had been successful at some points - but in 2000 - Dan successfully broke free and is the reason why Harman is in such a comatose state. 

Additionally it also kinda helps explain Dan’s recklessness and also why he has such a temperamental attitude. Dan does have harbor a heavy baggage of guilt - he won’t admit to it because he’s so prideful, but he rationalizes that it’s technically not his fault because he pleaded and asked Harman so many times - and each time Dan’s hope of seeing Ashleigh again was fading. Dan’s inherently selfish. and that selfishness is what has lead to some of his reckless behavior in the game. Even in Smile 5, his actions there are explainable because he hoped to see Ashleigh again BUT THAT DIDN’T HAPPEN and again Dan’s hostility towards Harman only grew stronger.

Hurting Harman didn’t really do much, but Dan doesn’t regret it at all. And that kind of helps explain why so many character’s don’t like or even hate Dan Smith. Dan Smith’s selfishness is what has put everyone at risk of dying again, because he can’t let go of Ashleigh.

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Hi I’m thinking about him*

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💙💙 maybe 2 :)

SKSKSSKK THANK YOU LIA

Alrighty, so I'm mostly gonna talk about Killer7 for this ask. This is mostly stuff I would want if my self insert was an actual character in the game. WARNING A LITTLE LONG LOL.

💙 Scenario #1: In-game interactions with characters

In the early stages of the game, and throughout, the player doesn't really have a lot of context regarding this Ashleigh character or rather they have to meet them under a very specific requirement.

Let Dan Smith die. The game operates in a weird way where a personality can die but using Garcian Smith, he can retrieve and revive the character. This is the only way the player will find out about Ashleigh early in the game. If any other personality dies, Ashleigh will not appear as she has no connection to them, which will give them a surprise the moment the Chapter 'ENCOUNTER' rolls around (they have a much bigger role there).

When Garcian locates the body/remains of Dan, there will be an orange triangular prompt with white text that reads 'Ashleigh' will appear before you retrieve Dan's remains. Selecting the prompt first will take you to a screen where you get a much better look at her character model.

She's dressed in late 1990s attire, is transparent/ghostly like Iwazuru or Travis Bell. Her audio dialogue in both American and Japanese releases is garbled, similar to Kess BloodySunday's audio dialogue but with a more feminine tone.

The written dialogue will go like this:

'It's a shame really. A sad and painful way to die. You should really be more careful next time.'

It's not really stated whether this is directed to the player, or to Dan Smith. They don't actually seem to address or even acknowledge Garcian Smith, at least not at first. When you revive Dan he will say this when you tune into his channel station on the character select in Harman's Room:

'It wasn't the worst way to go out. But yours was much worse.'

There's also a 25% chance you might get this dialogue if you happened to 'look' and skip through the other character channels - and you end up with Dan's channel at the end.

"...years its been since I've seen them, and the time I do, I just so happen to lay dying. How pathetic."

It isn't stated what he's talking about, but players who catch on easily might make the connection that he's referring to this 'Ashleigh' character. That last bit is said in a more.. guilty tone. There's some anger behind it but there's a tone of guilt to it.

If you happen to have carelessly let Dan die ten or so plus times (why would you?!), Ashleigh's dialogue will say this:

"You're really that eager to see me? My dear I wish I could be flattered but don't do this to yourself! It hurts watching you die..."

but theres a 50% chance you'll get this piece of dialogue:

"Does it hurt seeing the people you care about die over an over again? Not even one bit? That's a shame, because you seem so tired and over it. But that's not my place to judge you, we all play a part in this world whether we like it or not. But how will you allow yourself to play said role, is what matters."

This dialogue does seem more directed at Garcian Smith, who emphasizes a lot that he's 'a cleaner' not an assassin, and he's pretty distanced when it comes to his work, not wanting to get attached to the people he's working with.

Again once you revive Dan Smith at the character selection screen in Harman's Room, you'll get one of these few responses:

"After all these years you still haven't changed a bit, the same ol' journalist worrying over the little things on a piece of paper."

"If it hurts so much, why not go join the angels above? You're better off up there than being stuck in hell down here."

*slight laugh* "I'm flattered that you're looking out for me, of all people! I guess that favor of yours was returned after all."

"If I could. I would like to see you again."

I think if people who are still kind of rushing through the game a little carelessly may end up getting a few unexpected prompts and scolding form the characters in game to slow down and take their time with the game.

I don't really have much else for this part tbh.

💙 Scenario #2: Other character's thoughts on Ashleigh.

In-game, other characters can be talked to and they talk and mention other characters who are important and relevant to the plot or have a very specific role to look out for.

Iwazuru, is your main guide through the game, and he gives a lot of hints throughout your journey. If you've met Ashleigh early in the game by letting Dan die, and you continue your playthrough as usual - and come across Iwazuru, he'll have this to say:

"Oh Master, this cannot be. It is too sad. Very sad and depressing. There is no such thing as a Happy Ending anymore. Not in this life. At least their death was peaceful compared to his."

When Iwazuru appears in Harman's room you can ask him for tips, or wisdom. in one section, you'll come across the topic of 'Ashleigh' and clicking on it will give you this insight:

"Oh Master, this cannot be. It is too sad. It is very depressing. The Hellion was ripped away from the writer too soon. Quite a passionate writer, yes but at the cost of their own safety. Admirable. Dangerous but admirable. No one could ever lay a hand on them even if people tried. Stab! goes the Pencil and she had the last laugh. Truth and Justice go hand in hand. Poetic, don't you think?"

Note that this is probably on the more cryptic side of Iwazuru's tips, and most of the information is really just a chekov's gun until you play the chapter ENCOUNTER.

Other character mentions can occur in dialogue but its usually prompted if you happen to be playing a character other than Dan because Dan already knows about their existence, but other Killer7 members do not.

Travis Bell, has this to say about Ashleigh. He would be wearing a shirt with the term 'DEADLY' on it and it's in purple text.

"Books are good. Newspapers are better. They say they are irrelevant but there's nothing better than a investigation story. She's a good writer, honest. Honesty is a good characteristic to have in this day and age. It's better that she's not here to see how dishonest this world has gotten. It would put her in a mind of despair.

I'll let you in on a little secret, off the grid. The Hellion got too close to them, but his selfishness gave in. He got burned because of that. I don't think he'll ever learn his lesson. Perhaps he doesn't need to learn it after all."

The last time you meet Susie Sumner and in the off chance you happen to play as Dan Smith for this section to move the cars, you'll get this from the disembodied head:

"Well, Hello Mr. Dan Smith. (´ー`)ﾉ Muggy night isn't it? Rather exhilarating isn't it? The perfect night for a Summer Date! Say, you had one too, didn't you? What happened that night? ┐(‘～` )┌ Actually, don't answer that, we all know what happened. Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! goes the bullets! The Bastard laughs, and you're all alone. She's left in the cold and it froze her for the rest of her life. (｡╯︵╰｡) I almost pity you. Almost...."

"I'll let you in on a secret of mine. Big fan of her work! especially when they almost took the bastard's eye out! The Bastard had it coming!ヽ(*・ω・)ﾉ She should've stabbed his XXXX! That would have been funnier! She's no Susie, but her guts, I do admire. I despise men, but you are undeniably lucky that I don't hate you. Not doing it for your sake, I'm doing that because I like her."

note that Susie Sumner is a really passive aggressive character and she has no filter, so she's really speaking her mind when she's saying all of that.

That's kinda all that I have in mind in regards to in-game character interactions if Ashleigh Sawyer was in the game themself.

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The fact that I’ve been posting about Dan Smith for almost an entire week is an accomplishment. I really have fallen head over heels for him all over again.