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A Taste of your Own

{Sam Drake x F!Reader PWP🔞}

Sam's had his fun with you, and earned thousands from screwing you over. Absolutely ravenous to see him humbled, you've devised a plan to get your own back. You could've been the bigger person and let it all go, but it's much more fun to give him a taste of his own medicine. Right?

PLEASE READ THIS VERSION INSTEAD. IT'S GOT A MUCH BETTER ENDING, AND I SHOULD'VE UPLOADED IT FIRST!

(This is your final warning for dubcon and general depravity- head on over to ao3 for more detailed tags- also, it's very long and plotty, so once more, I implore you to read 'Best Served Cold' to jog your memory on previous events that have occurred in this silly little timeline. TY <333)

((Also love and hugs to @bluewingedangel for moral support and listening to my rants, and @lilsnatch ​ for the girl boss encouragement and for providing me with the funniest line in this godforsaken thing. Ily)) 

Word Count: It’s a long old boyo- 11.5k 🥴

“Got a light?"

 Sam takes a long, slow drag, eyes trailing down the length of a tight-fitting emerald dress, then up to the unfamiliar, intricately made-up eyes staring up at him.

 Exhaling smoke, he fishes his hand into his inside pocket. "For you?” He flicks open his lighter and extends it forwards, smiling. “Sure."

 She thanks him, and he watches her face glow orange as her lips envelop her cigarette in the corner of his eye. He smirks to himself.

 Luck is truly on his side tonight; with his recent find landing him an invitation to a renowned antiquities gala, he’d already spent most of the evening scoring potential contracts with an array of fat-pocketed antiques snobs, too lazy to find their own treasure. Now he’s being approached by a late-twenty-something you’d usually only see in a morally dubious magazine.

 Did he deserve such a fruitful evening? Well, yes, he told himself.

 Sure, he wouldn’t have gotten to where he is now without figuratively (and literally) fucking over his ex for the amulet that revealed the treasure’s location…but you started it.

 Right?

 "So,” The woman starts as Sam snaps out of his trance to watch the smoke billow from her mouth. She turns, leaning sideways against the balcony.

 "So." He mirrors her, intrigued as he drags on his cigarette.

 Her eyes give him a once-over. "The infamous Samuel Drake, right. Talk of the town.” She glances over her shoulder into the prestigious function room inside, then turns back with a demure smile. “Better looking than I thought."

 "Oh yeah?" he laughs, exhaling smoke. "You're not too bad yourself."

 She looks at him for a moment, assessing, almost. “Impressive find, I’ve got to say. Hundreds of people were after that amulet…what’s your secret?”

  Foul play? Deceit? Sexual coercion?

 Nobody needs to know all that, so, he taps his nose. She nods, a hint of a smirk on her lips before she takes a drag.

 Sam's intrigued, and undoubtedly attracted to her. He's almost driven to ask her what her deal is until she speaks again.

 "So why are you out here all alone? Finally had enough of all the attention?" She smirks.

 He smiles briefly, shaking his head, looking back out at the landscape in front of him. He’ll never get enough of the attention.

 "Just needed a moment to myself. Reflecting, I suppose." He waves his cigarette in front of him, flicking a bit of ash over the balcony.

 She smiles wistfully, toying with her necklace. "Shame."

 "Hm?" He questions, taking another puff.

 "I know it’s quite forward…” She begins, timidly. Sam turns to her fully, an inquisitive simper on his face.

 “I was going to see if you'd be up for a…different kind of attention. But if you'd rather be alone..." She stubs out her cigarette on the balcony and throws it over the edge.

 Sam coughs as he exhales, eyes following her falling cigarette as they widen slightly. She grabs the lapels of his suit jacket, pretending to straighten them out, regaining his full attention as he tries to appear unfazed.

 "I can just leave."

 His eyes flicker between hers and her hands on his jacket.

 "Not even gonna buy me a drink first, huh?" Sam jokes, unsure of her severity.

 She smooths her hands down his front with a shrug, before clasping her hands behind her back.

 "Sure."

 He straightens his posture, smirk reinstating itself. "You're...serious, aren't you?"

 "What's your poison?" She simply replies, plucking the cigarette from his hand. She takes a drag before stumping it out whilst Sam shakes his head in amusement.

 Still got it, he thinks. Scrap that. He knows.

 He takes a quick glance between the bustling interior of the function hall, and the stunning stranger in front of him.

 Fuck it, he also thinks.

 "Surprise me, sweetheart."

 *

 For the first time in ages, you’re willingly in the same building as Sam.

 He looks, admittedly, as attractive as ever...honestly, it's unfortunate that the corporate nine-to-five lifestyle wasn't something he'd ever fit into. Seeing him in a suit is always a sight for sore eyes.

 It's a shame he doesn't know you're here. He'd lap up such a compliment.

 Focus.

 Upon further inspection, you notice a beautiful young woman slowly approach your ex as he- surprise, sur-fucking-prise- smokes over the balcony. She gets his attention, and he extends his lighter with a smirk. You shift in your seat.

 That one-dimensional, irritating- no, infuriating smirk sets off a cacophony of emotions within you. Annoyingly conflicting emotions. Again. For fuck’s sake.

 Inhaling, you refuse to give in to being irritated, and instead admire the ornate chandelier above you as you take a seat at the function room’s bar. Once you get the disinterested waiter’s attention, you order the easiest red wine to pronounce- it'll match your dress. A killer dress, might I add.

 You look stunning; fashionable hair, extra weight in all the right places, a little more makeup than usual. Self-esteem has taken a huge leap forward for you since you last saw him, and in turn, you're almost unrecognisable.

 You thank the waiter as he slides you your wine glass, and at the same time internally thank whatever higher power there may be for the invention of the free bar as you swivel back around to overlook the bustling room, making sure to strategically cover the lump in your dress around your thigh with your bag. More on that later.

 You swirl your wine around its glass, watching as the woman runs her hands up his blazer, your nails impatiently tapping.

 After a moment, she turns and begins to walk back into the hall. You watch Sam grin to himself, shaking his head and cracking his knuckles as he turns back out to the vineyard. You take a gulp of your wine, letting it sit in your mouth for a moment, trying not to wince. It’s bitter. So are you.

 You turn back to the bar as the woman approaches and leans beside you, waving the waiter over.

 “You were right.”

 You don’t look at her as she speaks, nor she you, but you bite back a grin as you swallow your wine, relieved.

 “It really didn’t take much at all.” She laughs before ordering two neat bourbons.

 You take another quick sip. “Told you it’d be easy. Can’t keep it in his pants.” She laughs at your comment.

 You can officially tick ‘befriending an escort’ off your bucket list.

 Ah yes. A recap.

 Sam's inability to ‘keep it in his pants’ acted as fuel for your initial fire towards him, and of course, a few months ago, that same inability led to you leaving an old manor house empty-handed, in what is perhaps the most humiliated (and sticky) state you have ever been.

 After some time to recoup, it dawned on you that it's time for Sam's hamartia to really hit him where it hurts.

 Hiring an escort was...interesting, but an efficient way to get what you want. Going through the nuances of your plan with said escort after being promised a hefty discount for doing so was even more interesting.

 But hey, it got the job done.

 “He’s good looking.” You scoff as she says this. You agree, of course, but you can’t give in to that just yet. “Shame about the personality, though.”

 You nod, downing the rest of your wine. “How long?”

 “Hmm…give us half an hour. Text me when you’re nearby.” The waiter pushes two crystal tumblers towards her. She picks them up and turns to leave. Before she walks away, she smiles at you.

 “We’ve got him right where you want him, honey.” She winks, and you crack a smile as she walks away.

 She’s right. You’ve got him exactly where you want him, and you couldn’t be more excited.

 *

 Ending up in some girl’s hotel room on the brink of what he hopes is going to be a one-night stand wasn’t on Sam’s list of expectations for the day. Hope of a one-night stand, of course, because his commitment issues have been through the roof since you.

 That relationship began with what he thought would’ve been a one-night stand, too.

 He’d never wanted a long-term relationship until you came along, and he nearly hated the fact that he was the cause of its end.

 What? No, that’s bullshit! Sure, he messed up. No excuse for you to threaten to kill him, steal all the notes you’d both made on your treasure trail, and fuck off, almost without a trace.

 Anyway, why on earth was he thinking about you whilst he had his tongue down the throat of a total ten inside a swanky hotel room, without having done any of the hard work himself?

  Don’t be a clown, Samuel. Enjoy the moment.

 The ‘ten’ pulls away, breathless. She bites her lip with a smile, tracing Sam’s stubbled jawline with her thumb.

 He sees cogs turning in her head. Intriguing.

 "I want to tie you up."

 Oh.

 Well, that certainly puts a spanner in the works.

 Sam breathes heavily, hands still at her waist whilst her nails trace over his skin. Her other hand reaches the side table for her bourbon. He stares at her, brows knitted together, somewhat lost for words.

 He’s not into that… Is he into that?

 "You want to…"

 “Tie you up. Yep.” She pops the ‘p’, flashing him a coquettish smile, taking a sip before laying her arms over his shoulders. Sam remains silent, mulling it over in his mind as the half-melted ice clinks in the glass held behind him.

 Plucky.

 Maybe he’s not entirely opposed. It's...different. Not something you would’ve done to him.

 She brings the glass round to him, tilting it encouragingly towards his lips.

 "Oh no." She whispers, tilting the glass further. He takes a sip, frowning a little. "You're not…insecure, are you?"

 Oh. The ‘I’ word. Sam's brow quirks. God no, he’s not insecure. Trust issues? Sure. In abundance, in fact. But he’s not insecure. He swallows.

 He assesses her, catching a glimpse of a mischievous glint, and he knows she's just having him on.

 "All right." He smirks, hand sliding down to her hip, squeezing ever so slightly as she places her empty glass down, “But not the whole time.”

 “Not the whole time.” she repeats with a slow nod, fingers entangling themselves in his hair.

 Tie already undone, he single-handedly unbuttons his collar, making a start on the top third of his shirt buttons as he gently guides her onto the edge of the vanity with his other hand on her waist. She smiles into his mouth, letting go of his hair to push back impishly, wheedling a smirk from Sam as he rolls with it, allowing her to guide him backwards until the back of his thigh collides with something.

 He forces his lips away from hers for a moment to kick the chair he’s just bumped into out of his way, but she drags him back round by the chin to look at her. He raises an inquisitive brow, slightly breathless.

 “Sit.” She utters, hands moving to his chest. Sam glances back at the chair. It’s one of those fancy ones with glossy, carved spindles and upholstered cushioning riveted into the seat. No arms. All the easier for her to sit on top of him. Nice.

 He’s not usually one for being told what to do. But what’s the harm in giving in just once?

 He smirks back at her. “You want me to-oh, okay.” His sentence doesn’t finish as she gently pushes on him, so he has no choice but to sit down. He narrows his eyes up at her in a sort of smirky smoulder that she reciprocates as she walks behind him.

 She pulls at the strip of tie hanging under his collar, snaking it away from him as she nips at the newly exposed birds on his neck.

 He relaxes into the chair as her hands squeeze at his biceps. She eventually grips with an exaggerated tightness, pulling his arms behind him, round the back of the chair. Sam laughs in shock of her strength, and plays along, impressed.

 He holds his own hands in place as she gathers the tie in hers, slowly wrapping it around his wrists as he wriggles in anticipation. She loops it round and through, Sam turning his head to try and watch what she’s doing, but he can’t quite turn enough.

 “So obedient. Must make a change, right?” She provokes, close to the shell of his ear. He goes to reciprocate with some smart remark, but she pulls hard on the tie, harshly pulling his wrists together a lot harder than anticipated, and he winces slightly.

 “Take it easy, gorgeous.” He flexes his hands. She chuckles lightly, making another knot and pulling again. “Jeez-ah, Jesus, are you trying to screw up my circulation or something?” He jokes with slight unease as she yanks the knot tighter.

 A buzz from her bag on the table attracts her attention, and she turns her attention from Sam to look at her phone.

 She types something, phone screen lighting up a smirk on her face. “What are you-”

 “Hold on.”

 Sam leans forwards, lips parted in astonishment at her sudden disengagement from her own idea.

 “Uh…hi?” An unamused laugh from Sam breaks the silence, “I hate to interrupt…but…this is kinda awkward.”

 She finally turns back to him as he glares at her, his expression tentative as she moues at him.

 “Sorry, sweetie,” She drawls, forefinger neatening her smudged lipstick. “Just a little…admin.” She chuckles, waving her phone around before sliding it back into her purse.

 Admin? He straightens his posture. Something’s not right.

 Time to plaster on one of his most charming smiles. “You know what? I…don’t think I’m all that into this, so do you mind…” He turns his head to look towards his bound wrists, “takin’ this off?”

 She twists her mouth in thought, and for a moment, Sam thinks she’s going to say no. Silently fretting, he tries as subtly as he can to pick at the knot, but she’s tied it so fucking tight and complexly that he can barely move his hands around to reach it, let alone figure out how to untie it.

 It’s a goddamn necktie. How has she managed that?

 “Okay.” She pouts, clearly disappointed, yet meanders around to the back of the chair. Sam quietly sighs in relief.

 She stands behind the chair, bending, hands snaking over his shoulders and onto his collar. She squeezes his shoulders a little, before dipping close to his ear.

 “A small word of advice.”

 That’s a significant tonal shift. He frowns in perplexity, turning as much as he can to face her.

 “At least get to know a girl’s name before they get you into such a…compromising position.”

 His frown deepens, concern filtering its way into his bloodstream. “What do you-”

 “For someone as intelligent as you supposedly are, you think an awful lot with your dick.” She offers a complacent grin.

 Her phone buzzes again, magnetising both of their attention. She approaches her bag and picks it up- meanwhile Sam’s frown begins to loosen into one of perturbed realisation.

 “What are you doing?” He pushes, knee rapidly bouncing in apprehension. “Hey!” He shouts, as she turns to approach the door.

 He’s indisputably flustered now, and no matter how hard he tries to yank the tie off his wrists, all he achieves is sore friction on his skin. “Where the fuck are you going?” He glares frantically between the woman and his arms behind him, masking his distress with fury.

 “What-” She blows a kiss towards him before closing the door.

 Shit, shit, shit. What the hell is going on?

 There are a lot of dangerous people at this gala, but who has he pissed off enough to get him alone like this? Who was she with? What in God’s name has he gotten himself into know?

 He doesn’t know anyone here, apart from a few old flames from the treasure-hunting circuit…

 No, no. Escape now, figure it out later.

 Escape. Right. Ugh, if he could just get his thumb under that bump in the knot- shit. Lost it.

 The sound of a beeping key card and a click from the door handle should’ve drawn Sam’s attention, but he’s too concerned with getting himself free.

 “I swear,” He flexes his knuckles before turning back around to look at the door, in hopes that the woman is back to get him out, only to tell him it was just some senseless attempt at foreplay, “if you’re not back here to untie me, I’ll…”

 He trails off, and everything falls into place.

 Collapsing into the chair, he wheezes a laugh, his stare saturated with hostility.

 You.

 “You’ll what?" You sneer slyly, leaning against the door as you lock it, tossing the key card and your purse onto a lavish side table.

 He snickers up to the ceiling; cold, humourless.

 “Well,” It’s tongue-in-cheek, but it’s crystal clear that he’s livid. “Isn’t this just goddamn perfect.” He seethes, eyes narrowed in annoyance as he secures murderous eye contact with you.

 “I know, right! Got ’cha good.” You’re chipper. Thrilled, even. He hates it.

 “The hell is this?" he spits, briefly looking behind him to see if he’s made any progress with the knot. He hasn’t.

 You frown, folding your arms as a smile plays on your lips.

 “Take a guess.”

 Sam’s shoulders flex again; another feeble attempt at loosening the tie. He scowls at you.

 "Enlighten me." he spits through gritted teeth.

 You shrug, nonchalantly inspecting your nails. “Let’s backtrack six months or so-”

 “I was being rhetorical.”

 “I don’t care.” You’re quick to respond, and the sudden stern tone of your voice renders him silent again.

 “After that stunt you pulled in Wales, I was livid, and nothing brought me more joy than the prospect of tracking you down and really hurting you. Ending your life, even.”

 Sam shifts, still struggling. You bite back a grin at his slight display of anxiety. “You are a conniving little-”

 “But,” you cut him off, holding your hands up defensively, “After some time to think, I realised there was some sick part of me that wanted more than that.” His knee bounces, and whilst he snubs the idea of looking at you directly, you can tell by the way his eyes focus on your collarbone that he’s listening. “As much as it pains me to admit it, that’s something we both have in common, isn’t it?”

 He shakes his head, you presume, because he’s in denial of his current position. He squints, genuinely perplexed. “The hell are you talkin’ about?”

 “I guess you did what you did to me because you wanted to prove you were the one in control, right? You could’ve just threatened me, stolen the amulet, and left. But no. You used me- my body, to make you feel good- hell, to make me feel good,” You lean, tilting your head to force him into eye contact, “As I’m sure you recall.”

 His frown deepens, though the anger begins to subside, now joined by confined confusion.

 “This insatiable masochism, let’s call it, is eating away at both of us, and it doesn’t seem to matter how much we hate each other, there’s always going to be a mutual, undermining need that won’t go away.”

 He grunts out a mirthless laugh, tongue grazing against his top teeth as he, again, tries fruitlessly to wrench his wrists free. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, but it sounds like nonsense to me.” He mumbles. You tut.

 “Thought you were smart, Sam.” Your tongue toys with your molar as you stare at him. “Regardless, I’m gonna let you choose how this is gonna play out.”

 He gives up with the rope, slumping with an angry sigh. “Oh, how kind’a you.”

 You scrunch your face up in a sickly smile before you crouch in front of him.

 “Let’s see if you can get that smart noggin of yours to make a wise choice.” you form a fist, knocking on his temple as if it were a door; he aggressively shunts you off with a grumble. “Option one,” You push the slit in your dress aside, revealing a small pistol you’ve tucked away in a thigh holster.

 It’s left an imprint. Hmm, maybe you’ll get its outline tattooed as a tasteful reminder.

 You look back up at him, clocking the concern in his furrowed brows just before it’s replaced by his deadpan façade. “I blow your brains out, perhaps like I should’ve done what? A year ago?”

 His lip quirks. “You’re hilarious.”

 “Oh, I’m-” You laugh, unceremoniously pulling out the gun, standing again to lean over him. “I’m not joking, Sam.” The barrel is pushed his chin, forcing him to tilt his head back. For a split second, there’s a flash of something in his eyes as his throat bobs against the gun, like his confidence subdued itself. Fleeting, but enough for you to work with.

 “What are you do-”

 “Shush for a sec, please.” You click the safety off, your free hand resting on the back of the chair beside Sam’s shoulder.

 “Unbelievable.” He whispers, eyes closed.

 “Yeah, not a particularly fun evening for either of us. Plus, I’m not exactly dressed for scrubbing your blood out of this extremely pricey looking carpet. Still, it's an option.” His throat bobs up and down. Your tongue instinctively darts out onto your bottom lip.

 “Your alternative?” Sam’s breathing quickens ever so slightly as he mutters a few choice expletives. His eyes dart around the room as he tries to calculate some sort of escape, but you’re confident that such a chance is nigh on impossible. “You let me, pfft, how do I say it… you let me have my way with you. Get…even, let’s say.” You speak with all the nonchalance in the world, and Sam double-takes at you so dramatically that it’s almost comedic.

 “Jesus Christ.” He expresses, hazarding an uneasy glance at you. “You’re not…on something, are ya?”

 “Nothing but the desire to humble you, handsome.” You wink, catching a glimpse of what you think might be an endearing glint in his eyes. That, or he thinks this is all a huge prank.

 Is little miss happy-go-lucky almost beginning to make Sam feel…at ease? If you can keep it up for much longer, you might see yourself slide into more lenient grounds.

 He shakes his head in disbelief to the best of his ability. “Okay, but seriously.” He chuckles to himself. “You’re proposing…that I screw you?”

 Crass. His grin evolves into a smirk. It’s irritating. Goodbye, potential lenience.

 “No. That implies you’re in charge. I’m proposing that I ‘screw’ you.” He closes his eyes and takes a breath as you continue, lowering your air quotes. “It’d be…cathartic for me. I think you owe me that much, huh, Sam?”

 Sam laughs disdainfully through his nose. “I don’t owe you anything, sweetheart.”

 You bite your lower lip, your brief silence rendering Sam cocky. Sigh. Time to put an end to that.

 “I suppose there’s a third option.” You smile, beginning to drag the gun downwards, over his chest until it meets the outer side of his thigh. His eyes begin to follow, but you harshly cup his jaw, forcing him to look up at you. He grits his teeth, looking up at you with contempt and…there it is again, that microscopic hint of admiration.

 “What if…” You can’t help but let a huff of laughter escape you, “What if I took this gun, rammed it right up your ass, and maybe pulled the trigger?” You bite hard on your cheek as you hold back an onslaught of laughter.

 You can’t help it…the abrupt, pure, unadulterated horror on Sam’s face is enough to send anyone spiralling into giggles. Again, impeccable comedic timing on his part, even if it is completely unintentional.

 You take a pinch of metaphorical salt and rub it into his wounded ego. “We never tried pegging, did we? And the silencer in my suitcase is a good six inches or so, so-”

 “Oh my God, you really think you’re going to get away with this, don’t you? Thought it all through, huh? Some goddamn genius you are.” Oh, the venomous, panicked sarcasm.

 You chuckle, patronisingly pinching his cheek. “Ooo, scared?”

 “What?” He snaps, shaking you off. You let it slide- this is all too entertaining. “Of you?” He laughs. “Just insanely aggravated.”

 “Hmm. Aggravated, scared, Comme ci, comme ça.” You beam.

 Sam scoffs again, shaking his head as he flexes his fingers in irritation. Is that his only form of defence? Idiot.

 “There are people all over this damn building. As soon as you-”

 “So, yell. Make a fuss. Call for help. I haven’t gagged you, have I?” You interrupt, crouching in front of him again. Steadying yourself with a hand on his knee, you grin as Sam tilts his head up to the ceiling, grunting in annoyance. You bite your thumbnail in thought for a second, a playful gleam in your eye.

 “Hold on, let’s give it a shot.” You grin mischievously, pointing at the gun, satisfied with your unintentional pun as you skip over to the door. You unlock and open it, holding onto the doorframe as you excitably swing yourself outside, gun on full display. Like you give a fuck.

 “Hey!” You shout, biting your lip, grinning whilst you wait a second. No one. “I’ve got a loaded gun and my horrible ex-boyfriend tied up in here. Anyone want to help him out?!”

 You wait just a few more seconds. Still no one. You tut, turning back to shrug at Sam. “Guess no one gives a shit. Oh well, was worth a go.”

 You re-lock the door and lean against it with a deliberately dramatic sigh. Eyes falling on Sam, you feel your breath hitch slightly at the way his eyes bore into you with an intense hatred, fuelled further by his own mounting indignity. You approach him again, stooping in front of him.

 You’re really riling him up now- the way his face twitches in what you assume is anger is oh-so-satisfying.

 “Don’t look at me like that, it’s not like you’d do it. You’ve got too much pride, haven’t you?” Your hand squeezes his knee, until something slightly further up catches your eye.

 A smirk tugs on your lips. “Unless…maybe pride’s the wrong word.” Your empty hand glides slowly up his thigh, stopping next to the slight newfound strain in the fabric of his trousers.

 “Fuck off.” He hisses, hunching in an attempt at hiding the tent he’s started pitching.

 You gasp mockingly, enjoying his effort to mask his humiliation by glaring straight at you. “Samuel. Is that a stolen amulet you’ve got tucked away there, or are you just happy to see me?”

 He shakes his leg with a huff, getting you to remove your hand. You laugh, pushing yourself up. “Oh my God, see what I mean? You just can’t help yourself, can you?”

 He bristles, unsettled. “So…so, you set me up with a smoking hot girl, get her to come onto me all kinky and tie me to a damn chair, and you’re surprised that I’m hard?” He asks, defensively narrowing his eyes at you.

 You scoff, scrunching up your face in a doubtful expression. “No, no, no, that wasn’t there two minutes ago.” You bite your lip and prepare to tease before you clasp your hand over your mouth with a gasp. “Ohhh, did all that talk about shoving something up your-”

 “I can wholeheartedly assure you that that is not the case.” He brusquely cuts you off, flourishing his sentence with a short-lived, sarcastic smile.

 “Shame.” You pout, but you’re after more. “So, it’s me, then. Humiliating you.” You question, sincerely, searching for an answer in his apathetic expression. But he won’t give you that satisfaction.

 Sam closes his eyes and sighs, trying to push away the twinge of agreement you’d stung him with.

  She can’t keep you here forever. You’ll have your moment.

 “You’re really gonna make me do this, huh?”

 You stare at him for a moment before you snap out of your thoughts and nod, tossing the gun impatiently between your hands.

 "Then…I think you know what ‘option’ I'm gonna go for, don't'ya?"

 You grin, putting the gun’s safety back on.

 "Quick question.” you begin, throwing the pistol onto the bed on the other side of the large room.

 “Fire away.” He replies with sardonic enthusiasm.

 You jeer, unclasping the holster from your thigh, chucking it onto the bed beside the gun. “Do you have any shame?"

 Sam draws in a breath, then sighs up to the ceiling. "A little. Though, probably not the amount you want me to have.” He smiles bitterly, foot tapping with impatience. Or anxiety…Both?

 You tut with mock sympathy. "Oh, don't you worry. We've got all night."

 You get close, smirk fading as your jaw clenches. “Rest assured, when we’re done, you are going to feel that same shame that I felt after you shoved me over that countertop, tied my hands behind my back and fucked me speechless without a say in the matter.”

 Sam initially refuses to look you in the eye, and instead glares towards the floor, jaw clenching and unclenching rapidly.

 “Hmm. Something on your mind, Sammy?” You ask in faux concern. He hates being called that.

 His mouth twitches and he laughs bitterly through his nose as he regains eye contact with you.

 A sudden harsh kick to your leg sends you stumbling backwards slightly, and you grunt in mild pain. You’re fast though, because before Sam can make whatever move he was planning, you stamp hard on his shoe and grab him by the throat.

 “No.” You shake your head slowly.

 “Shit.” He mutters, glaring at you whilst trying to hide a wince. He grunts at the sensation of your nails digging into his skin, holding himself as still as possible.

 You grit your teeth, widening your eyes with warning. "Trying to get me to call you a bad boy, Sam? Bit unoriginal, don’t you think?"

 "I slipped." he lies, attempting to mask his oh-so-evident apprehension with anger as he looks down.

 "Better make sure you don't ‘slip’ again."

 He looks back to the ground like a schoolboy who’s just been given a week’s detention in front of his whole class.

 If you could see his humiliation levels on a thermometer, they’d be reaching a gentle simmer.

 You want to laugh. You don't. Instead, you stare at his lips. Something about that slight pout he does when he's unimpressed is endearing. He gulps against your hand, defeated. What’s he got to lose?

 "So…are you going to get this over with or are you gonna keep running your bitch mou-"

 A searing sting across the face deems Sam silent. Eyes closed; he huffs in surprise as he keeps his head leant to the side.

 Did you just…slap him?

 You laugh in disbelief. “Really?” You mutter, ignoring the sore tingle taking over your palm as you flex your fingers. “Hey. Look at me.”

 You've literally got him tied to a chair, a loaded gun nearby...and he’s still disrespecting you.

 Fuck it.

 “Jesus! Okay!” He hisses as you deliver another smack to the other side of his face. He squirms, anxiously looking at you as you stare at his crotch, newly entertained.

 No, no, shit, not again. His eyes are wide. He begins to panic.

 “Oh!” You can’t help but laugh in delight. That thermometer is fast approaching boiling point. “Is that…another new thing for you?” You offer a deriding glance at his growing erection, gnawing at your lip. “Samuel Drake. Enjoys getting smacked in the face. Who knew.”

 “Screw you.” He retorts quickly, cheeks rosy- though something tells you not only because of the hits.

 “We’ll get to that.” You snicker as he watches you begin to roll your dress up your torso. You pull the fabric over your chest, and he can’t help but fixate on your bra for a second, observing you in a trance-like state, your actions catching him off-guard.

 Fuck, she’s still gorgeous, he thinks, much to his own chagrin. Smells good, too. Sweet. Like caramel, he notes as you climb onto the chair, placing your legs over Sam’s spread ones.

 Ugh what? No, he loathes you. And now, shit, you’re on top of him- in your underwear- and he can’t pull his stare away from the way the warm lamp light flows over your soft curves and casts highlights in your hair, and God, he’s transfixed by that caramel scent.

 You'd always reminded him of the stuff. Not the ooey, gooey, pretty, golden type, but the hard, chewy type that hurts the roof of your mouth and gets stuck in your teeth.

 Like said caramel, you've also caused him irreparable damage over a long period of time, but there’s something so addictive about you that Sam couldn't ever put his finger on.

 He hates you but, God help him, you’re right about that ‘insatiable masochism’; you're stuck in his fucking teeth and he’s really struggling to shift his craving for more-

 “Suck.” You demand, placing your thumb at the corner of his mouth.

 He stares at you, mouth agape as he snaps out of his daze. "I-" his eyes close and he shakes his head, before glaring at you with a façade of disgust. "No, no, I, uh," he laughs, nervously this time as you single-handedly unclasp your bra. The poor guy doesn’t know where to look. "I…can't do that." He clears his throat.

 "Sure, you can." you pout, tone nauseatingly sweet. You cup his cheek in your hand, thumb moving towards his lip as his eyes are glued to your chest as you hurl your bra to the floor- to his own surprise he doesn't try to shake you off. Maybe because your perfect tits are now sitting right at eye level, and he can’t help but absorb the sight of them for a moment.

 Sam feels himself breathe slightly faster, as your thumb rests on his bottom lip.

 "It’s not difficult." you whisper, gently hooking your thumb over his bottom teeth, pulling his jaw open slowly. Again, despite his small grunt of discomfort, he lets it happen, fascinated by what you’ve become.

 You gently push his mouth closed around your thumb with the rest of your hand, and Sam unconsciously jolts his hips upwards into…nothing. Oops.

 You snicker, and he finally looks up at you, eyes glassy- hypnotised. Though, he must notice you’re pleased because he blinks quickly and settles back into a frown. That alone is enough to send coils of warmth through you, ending up right where it matters most.

 “Just admit it. This whole taunting thing is really getting you going, isn’t it."

 Of course it is. But he’s not about to give you the gratification of vocally admitting it. He despises you. He should bite your thumb off.

 You narrow your eyes at him, sliding your thumb over his tongue. He grunts and tries to jerk his head away, but you hold him in place with a vice-like grip and he scowls.

 “Don’t be sour. This is all your own doing.” you chitter, and he rolls his eyes.

 God, what is she droning on about now, he thinks as you shift yourself forwards, lowering yourself a little.

 Sam feels himself swallow as your groin presses down onto his. You search for his eyes as he refuses again to make direct eye contact. “I mean, I didn’t force you to pop a boner.”

 Grow up. Get your heart rate under control, you’re not sixteen for chrissakes. It’s not like she’s touching your- oh.

 He sinks further into the chair as you roll your hips a little, tittering at his reaction.

 You slowly pull your thumb out of his mouth, rubbing it slowly along his bottom lip before you gently angle his chin up towards you. His eyes close, and you grin as you watch his eyelids flicker in what must be some serious internal conflict.

 “It’s a good thing I’m not much like you.” you lean further forward, pressing your chest onto his, skin lightly touching skin. “I’m slower. More patient.” You lower your hand, undoing the button then the zipper on his trousers. Sam watches, brows furrowed in a wonderful display of trepidation, embarrassment, and of course intoxication.

 Your hand snakes underneath the zipper, but you’re fixated on the lustful haze gradually thickening over his eyes. He writhes a little as your fingers stroke slowly over the remaining layer of material keeping him from being exposed. He stifles a gasp as you delicately begin to palm him.

 Christ. What is he supposed to do? He can’t get up, and he sure as hell can’t control the blood flow to his- oh lord. You squeeze hard, and it takes every ounce of willpower not to release the sound trapped at the back of his throat, so instead, he screws his eyes shut.

 You leer down at him, moving your other hand from his chin, toying with his soft curls. “I can hate you, but still show you love.” You pull back the elastic of his boxers and he watches with inner turmoil as you begin to lazily jerk him off. God, he’s hard.

 His chest rapidly rising and falling, and the sight of him, unable to move while you straddle him, makes heat continue to rise to your core- though you can’t let your arousal distract you just yet.

 “But you?” Your nails dig lightly into his scalp, and he flinches. Still silent, though. “You’re fuelled by lust. That’s why I always knew this was always going to work.”

 Your thumb glides over the head of his cock and he inhales sharply. Smudging a bead of precum back over the tip forces a small throaty groan from Sam, and you grin as his eyes flick up to you to check whether you heard. He knows you did…he’s just in denial.

 “As soon as you can sense you’re going to get your dick wet, all your logic just flies out the window.”

 “Sh…shut up.” He grumbles, leaning back into the chair, unsure of whether his eyes should be open or shut.

 “You shut up.” You retaliate; the hand that’s nestled into his hair suddenly tugs on the roots, extracting a startled moan from him as you pull his face harshly towards your breast.

 He grunts, trying his hardest to pull his head from your grip but he underestimates your strength.

 “Knock it off!” He groans, albeit slightly muffled, but you stand your ground and calmly continue to rub at his cock. His chest heaves in a mixture of frustration and urging- it’s amusing to watch.

 “Open wide, pretty boy.” You taunt, holding him as close to where you want him as possible.

 “I’ll bite your damn nipple off, you bi-ah! Ffffuck!”

 You almost allow him to call you a bitch again, but it’s nothing a swift grab of the balls can’t solve. “I can squeeze harder if you want, Samuel.” You sneer.

 “Go to hell-ahh, ow, Jesus!” You press with your nails, and he bucks into your grip to try and loosen the pressure. “Fuck-f-fine! Just stop that, will ya?” He pleads through gritted teeth.

 “Suck. It.” you force with full sincerity, both hands loosening their respective grip. He stares at you, breathless, scornful. If looks could kill, you’d be dead five times over.

 “Oh. Kay.” He snarls like a spoiled brat, before reluctantly leaning forwards under your scrutinising gaze. He closes his eyes, muttering something under his breath before he opens his mouth and latches grudgingly onto your nipple.

 You begin to massage his scalp as you look at each other; you with smug satisfaction, and him thinking up a million-and-one ways to make you suffer. You’re fully aware of this, but it only makes you more thrilled to be in this position.

 “Look at you.” you coo, humming in contented satisfaction. “Do it properly and I might return the favour…down here.” You watch his brows struggle to hold their frown as his cock gradually re-stiffens in your hand.

 Goddamnit, his shoulders and wrists are aching, and he wants nothing more than to hold you down and choke you out, but he can’t deny how good your hand feels wrapped around him. He can only imagine how much better your mouth would feel- Christ, if he’s going to get anything out of this at all, it’s the ability to shut you up for a few minutes while you suck him off, so he obeys. For now.

 You sigh as his warm tongue swirls around your nipple, his teeth gently grazing alongside.

 “That’s good.” You whisper, continuing to immerse your fingers into his hair- grip looser, but still spiked with warning. He lets out a long-held breath through his nose, eyes fluttering shut, and you take it as your cue to quicken your hand’s pace.

 And so, it goes on. He can hardly believe that this is really happening. Of all the things he’s gotten himself into, this was up there with the most ludicrous.

 As the next few seconds progress, you hear his breathing gradually get more erratic, feeling his head grow heavier in your grip. The bastard’s close.

 With all his might, he’s trying to keep quiet, but maintaining such composure is becoming more arduous by the second.

 You, on the other hand, are maintaining perfect control.

 The heat between your legs is progressing into something that would otherwise be insanely distracting, but your sole focus is on Sam’s increasing lethargy, and how your hand alone has gotten him to a somewhat obedient state. Even if it is reluctant for now. Go you.

 Gently tugging on his hair, you bring him away from you, tilting his chin up so he’s forced to look at you. He’s trying so so hard to remain stoic, but he’s flushed, lips parted with need, thighs tensing.

 You dip down, leaning into him so your lips are mere millimetres apart. “You’re close, aren’t you.” You tease, gripping harder as your other hand continues undoing the buttons on his half-opened shirt. His eyes squeeze shut, but other than his erratic breathing, he remains silent. You lean around to his ear, and he shifts, shoes scuffing against the plush carpet. “Do you want me to make you cum?”

 “Holy shhh-“ He cuts himself off, trying to concentrate.

 “I asked you a question, Sam.”

 Ignored. Again.

 You slow your movement.

 He tries to buck his hips into to your hand in a desperate attempt to gain the last bit of friction he needs to orgasm, but you’re too observant, and before he can quite get there, you let go completely, pushing yourself up and off him.

 Sam releases a guttural, close-mouthed growl of exasperation as he writhes around in the chair. “Of course.” He mutters, and as he tries to regulate his breathing, you kneel in front of him, a conceited look on your face.

 “All you had to do was answer me.”

 He wants to call you every cruel name under the sun, but that’ll ruin his chances of any further physical contact, and as much as he’d loathe to confess, he’s reached the point of no return.

 He pants up to the ceiling, a humourless smile wavering on and off. “All I had to-” He shakes his head, biting his lip in frustration. “You know what?” he glowers down at you. You raise a brow in interest. “As soon as I get off’a this fuckin’ thing, I’m gonna-”

 “What are you gonna do?” You sit up on your knees, separating them slightly, and as you smooth your hands up his thighs, he scowls. You squeeze provocatively, and his hips twitch. “Please don’t say you’re going to kill me. That’d be so unimaginative.”

 Hair twisted around your fingers, you pull it over to one side of your face, tilting your head until your lips are hovering over him. Eyes following your every move, his glare dissipates into a look of muted anticipation as you part your lips and wrap your fingers back around his shaft.

 “Go on.” You push, looking up at him through your lashes, and the sensation of your breath cooling over his sensitive cock is enough to make him squirm and swallow in want.

 “What?” he rasps.

 Entranced, again. Men.

 You swirl your tongue around the lower half of your mouth, allowing yourself to salivate, before you speak again.

 “Tell me all of the depraved,” you push spit over your lip, allowing it to roll down his length, mixing with another droplet of precum as you continue, “disgusting shit that you’d do to me if you got loose.”

 Jesus, you’re hot. It’s no wonder he’s practically leaking.

 “I’d-” He clears his throat in disgruntled disapproval of how hoarse he sounds, “I’d h-hold you down, and-”

 “Where?”

 “On the f-fuck-the floor. On the floor,” he spurts as you pull the head of his cock into your mouth. “Shit…I’d wrap my hand ‘round your throat, arms pinned above your head,” you set a steady pace, bobbing your head as he continues, and God, you’re soaking.

 “And I’ll squeeze, really fucking hard, ‘til you’re crying, beg-begging me to s-stop.” You hum, interest piqued, the soft vibration making Sam hiss. You hollow your cheeks, moving your hand so your mouth can engulf him as far as is comfortable to coax him on just a little more, savouring the salty sweetness that you draw from his slit. “Just before you p-pass out, I start fucking your tight little pussy, and stop choking you only to fuck your throat…just to shut you up for five fffucking seconds.”

 Jesus, he’s hot, too. No, what? He’s fucking rude!

 Watch it, Samuel.

 “Gonna…come all over your face, like the whore you are…fuck, I’m close.” He trails off into a near-whisper. You frown, but continue to swirl your tongue, evoking a deep groan from Sam. He can be a prick if he wants. Call you a whore, by all means. But there’ll be consequences.

 He bucks up; you feel him hit the back of your throat and you gag, eyes beginning to water, and whilst it seems almost counterintuitive, you let him do it again.

 It’ll make your next move all the more satisfying.

 Every curse that leaves his lips sends your core seizing in anticipation- You’re making him feel so so good, and he’s finally on the brink of admitting it, but your clit is fucking throbbing, and quite frankly you’re growing bored of him getting all the attention.

 You watch his torso tense as he holds his breath, and just as he twitches inside your mouth, you rapidly pull away.

 He growls through his teeth, specks of frustrated spit jumping at you as he angrily thrashes around. “No, you fuck- No!”

 What? Did he really think this was going to be some sort of ‘wam-bam, thank you, ma’am’ turn of events? Moron.

 Stepping back, you’re fascinated; engrossed by the way he proceeds to yell every vile insult in the book in your direction. It’s like you’re watching it in slow motion.

 A smirk tugs on the corner of your lips, and it intimidates him- it’s evident in the way he begins to lose his words and fails to maintain his steadfast eye contact.

 He lays his head back, sighing in defeat, chest heaving. “How much longer are you gonna keep this up for?” he breathes, not waiting for an answer because he knows you could keep this up for days if you had to. “It…” another huff- there’s something he doesn’t want to admit. “It hurts.”

 “Aw, does it?” You sniff, wiping your slightly swollen lips with your thumb.

 You leave him on a cliff edge for a moment, sauntering your way behind him, his gaze following you until you’re too far around for him to turn his head. What now?

 Dipping down to the shell of his ear, you whisper.

 “You know what else hurts?”

 His eyes are unnerved as he turns to looks up at you, awaiting your answer. You bite your lower lip, slightly weakening your smile as you brace your hands on the top of the chair’s back.

 “Your tied wrists being crushed by the weight of your own body.”

 He turns to look at you, and confusion sets in as your smile fades into a focussed display of effort. Your grip on the chair tightens, and as your knuckles turn pale, Sam’s eyes widen in realisation.

 “No, no, no, wait!” His plea falls upon deaf ears as you pull with all your strength, sending Sam falling backwards with a thud. His face contorts in pain, but he says nothing for a moment, merely breathing through clenched teeth as he tries to shift into a less agonising position. He’s unsuccessful. Get humbled, bitch.

 “Sucks, doesn’t it?”

 “Yep,” He whispers, hoarsely. Amusing. “Yeah, it- ow, okay. You’ve made your point.” You kneel, before laying down beside him. “Can you just-” He’s all high pitched and croaky.

 “What? Make you a little more comfortable? No.” You scoff, turning to look at him. His eyes plead with you, and you smile again.

 God, his wrists kill. The fucking wood from the chair’s spindles has begun to splinter and break, and it’s digging into his skin, not to mention the ache in his neck and shoulders from his body whacking against the floor.

 Hold on. The wood’s…splintering. Right near his wrists.

 “Hey,” You start, attracting his attention as you straddle him, leaning back on his thighs, ensuring your ass is grazing ever so slightly against his dick. He retains eye contact with you, waiting for you to continue with whatever you were about to say, and as you position yourself comfortably, his hips subtly move under you to stimulate himself in any way he can.

 “Do you think about me?”

 His face contorts in bewilderment; not at what you said- oh, he understands the question perfectly- but bewilderment at your ability to ask an insanely emotional question in such a bizarre situation.

 You can no longer ignore the heat in between your legs as you slip your underwear aside, cursing under your breath as you begin to stroke yourself. Sam cranes his neck, wanting to see everything you do, trying desperately to buck his hips into your ass cheek in an attempt to get himself off, despite the pain in his arms. You, of course, want to see him struggle, so you hover just shy of his reach.

 “No.” You chastise, and he actually whines, throwing his head backwards onto the floor in frustration. “Answer me.”

 “For god sakes, you’re killing me.” He pants. You raise an eyebrow in warning, continuing to smooth your wetness around you, cheeks significantly warmer than they were a few minutes ago. “Fuck- fine!” He attempts to readjust himself, whimpering at the pain radiating from his arms and how sensitive he’s become. “Sure. Sure, yeah, I’ve thought’a you.” He pants. In all fairness, he is telling the truth.

 You hum in acknowledgement as you bring your free hand behind you to fist at his cock again. A cluster of knots twist and turn inside of your abdomen at the sight of his stomach flexing inconsistently, alongside the sound of his desperate, hitched groans just escaping the back of his throat.

 He’s a fucking mess, and as you guide him towards your sobbing pussy, you don’t think you’ve ever found him more attractive.

 Fingers delicately tracing circles over your clit, you arch yourself downwards, crawling forwards so you’re hovering over his torso. Your necklace and hair tickle his chest, and as your lips linger just above his, you can hear his unstable grunting that he’s trying so hard to keep under wraps.

 “When have you thought about me, Sam?” You ask, voice lowered, with a huskiness to it that makes him close his eyes and swear under his breath as you hold him mere millimetres away from you.

 You don’t really care about whether he answers you or not. You’ve still got some interrogating to do, sure, but you’re not scared of him anymore so you’re just enjoying seeing him under pressure.

 “I…I don’t-”

 “Was it when you were balls deep in some other girl while I was doing recon on the treasure you stole from me?”

 Fuck, he adores how disgusting you’re being. How disgusting he’s made you. It’s thrilling, if a bit frightening.

 “Or- fuck- was…was it when you had your handsome little face nuzzled right into her cunt?”

 Jesus fucking Christ. His tip nudges its way into you, and he could come right now. But no, he’s got to pull himself together because he has to feel you. He shakes his head fanatically, eyes squeezed shut briefly before he continues to watch you, dying for friction.

 You’re so close, but you pull yourself away from your swollen clit, studying your glistening fingers briefly before shifting your focus back to Sam’s fervent stare. His eyes follow as you slide your fingers past your lips, smoothing them over your tongue. You beam down at him as he watches you taste yourself, full of an eagerness that he doesn’t seem to care about hiding any more. You release your fingers from your mouth with a pop, making sure your lips shine with your own arousal.

 “Bet I taste better, though.”

 Finally- fucking finally, you sink inch by inch down onto him, and as you draw a groan from him, you force your tongue into his mouth, making him taste you.

 To your surprise, Sam kisses you back with as much desperation as a man tied to a toppled over chair can, savouring the flavour he’s missed so much, and for a moment, it’s almost as if there’s no animosity between the pair of you.

 You feel so tight and warm around him, and he fills you out perfectly; but as you give yourself a moment to adjust, he feels something give around his wrists. His eyes open in realisation, and as his tie loosens from his hands, he debates lashing out, hurting you, getting his own back after all this insane shit you’ve put him through; nonetheless, as you finally begin to roll your hips, something in his psyche shifts. It instantly dawns on him that he…he wants this. All of it.

 So, he keeps his arms underneath him, despite the pain, because the deep breaths and strangled moans coming from you as you pull your lips away from him and rest your forehead against his are doing more for him than ibuprofen ever could. He’s missed being inside of you. Hell, at this exact moment, he’d go as far as saying that he’s missed you entirely.

 And he’s fucking livid because, whoop-de-do, there’s the regret.

 The two of you fall into a sort of rhythm, making your strange position work surprisingly well; the room fills with the sound of your intermittent whimpers and breaths and his pants of your name, and as you nip harshly at the lowest bird on his neck, he swears with an almost painful desire to touch you; If he could just grip your ass, your thighs, pull on your hair and clamp you down on top of him whilst he jackhammers into you, all to see your eyes roll to the back of your head, he could die a satisfied man.

 He could bring his arms round now, right? You’re so sweaty and entranced by riding him that you’d let him loose without some sort of stupid outburst, surely. It’s a risky move, but fuck, it’d be so worth it if you let him.

 A choked gasp escapes him as you slide him out of you completely before sinking all the way back down…and as you let out a languid moan, there goes his train of thought.

 “Oh, ssshit.” He hisses, eyes rolling back as you repeat the action over and over ‘til it’s almost painful. “Jesus, keep…keep doing that. Pl-please.”

 You still once you’ve got him filling you to the hilt, sitting up fully, hands braced on his thighs. Your chest heaves, but you can’t help but look down at him with a crazed smile.

 “Was…was that a please?”

 “I-” Sam takes a deep breath through his nose, face contorting into unsatiated ire as gravity works against him. “Come on, for chrissakes.” He whispers, desperate sibilance drawing spit from his lips.

 “God, look at the state of you. Pathetic.” Fingers finding your clit again, you can’t believe you’ve managed to condition him in such a way, and you revel in the way he glares at you with helpless irritation.

 “You’re pathetic, aren’t you?” God, he’s so conflicted and you can see it. You work your clit like your life depends on it, and your thighs begin to tremble. “Hah. Still think I’m a bitch, huh? Well, who’s the bitch now?” You bite your lip, laughing hysterically as your eyes flutter closed.

 Sam can only gawk at you in morbidly curious awe. Who are you? Had you been quashing this side of you the whole time you were together?

 No. No. He wants to finish. Needs to. He can’t get the friction he needs at this angle whilst your being so fucking selfish, but he doesn’t have to screw around waiting any more.

 He gave you what you wanted and you’re still denying him of the one good thing he’s allowed to take from this. That awe begins to dissolve into a rage as he thinks fuck this. You’ve had your fun. You can’t shoot him if he’s holding you down.

 “Too far, princess.” He mutters, with a sort of depraved smirk emerging on his lips that you’re too immersed in your own pleasure to see. You frown for a second, but he feels so good inside you, you keep rocking your hips back and forth, superbly stimulating your aching pussy from all angles.

 It’s not until you feel a harsh, stinging tug at the side of your scalp that you tense in fear and stop moving.

 Sam yanks your head to the side so harshly that it’s a surprise he doesn’t tear out a chunk of your hair. With a high-pitched cry, you’re sent rolling off him onto your back, and after taking a second to become fully aware of the fact that the fucker has gotten loose, you scramble onto your front, preparing to bolt for the gun laying on the bed. No, no, no, this wasn’t supposed to happen! What are you supposed to do now?! You can’t really use the fucking gun, can you?

 Sam massages his wrists and cracks his neck as he finally stands, before wrestling his shirt, shoes and trousers off in quick, irate succession. His chest heaves, and he snaps the elastic of his boxers back onto his hip, though you can see he’s still rock hard through the material. He’s also quietly enraged. That’s dangerous.

 “Pathetic, huh?” He sniffs, words full of spite as he stalks behind you.

 Adrenaline floods its way into your stomach as you reach the bed, but just as you reach for the gun to keep him at bay, a swift grab of the chain of your necklace has you flying backwards into Sam’s chest with a choked gasp.

 “You know what else is pathetic?” He holds you, one hand gripping you by the throat, the other arm snaking tightly around your waist. You can't kick your legs because they're clamped between the side of the bed and his own. Sam lowers his mouth to your ear as your eyes begin to water, not so much with fear, but with the frustration of your plan going to shit.

 “No back up plan.” He laughs. “Guess we’re both idiots, huh?”

 “Get…off.” You huff, exasperated as he pushes you face down onto the edge of the bed, pressing himself over you.

 “Sorry, sweetheart, you’ve got me all riled up, so, no can do.”

 You whine in response as you feel his bulge pressing into your ass cheek. You wriggle and writhe as much as you can, though after a moment, you don’t fail to notice that it’s the sides of your throat that he’s squeezing- not your windpipe. He’s not trying to harm you… Instead, history is about to repeat itself.

 At least this time it’s on a bed, not a freezing cold, stone counter.

 “Wanna know what’s really screwed up?” He says, hand tangled in your hair to keep you pressed down as your brain begins to feel fizzy. You whimper sporadically, trying hard to at least get your arms free from under your stomach before you lose all cognitive ability. “This is just gonna keep happening…isn’t it, you an’ me.” You feel the crotch of your underwear get pulled aside as his freed cock nudges at your cunt again, though this time, it’s harsh and selfish and it’s clear that Sam’s not really in a mercy-giving mood as he brutally shoves himself all the way into you, giving you no time to respond.

 “Jesus Christ!” You yelp, feeling as though your cervix has just been punched. “Shit, Sam-ah!” He pulls himself out of you, and does it again, and again, and you swear you hear him laugh over the increasing volume of your heartbeat, because he knows it hurts you, but lord help you, it feels fucking wonderful at the same time.

 “We’re both obsessed with each other, aren’t we?” He growls, and you want to retaliate, but he’s fucking all the air out of you that hasn’t already been taken by his hand around your throat, and you’re beginning to lose all sense of everything around you.

 “Fucking hate you.” He quickens the pace; rough, deep, his grunts sending you closer to the edge as you close your eyes, tears squeezing their way out. You can’t believe how easily you’re giving in to him- how quickly everything’s gone to shit, but you literally can’t form any thoughts as he hits you in all the right places. “Hate you.” He repeats, and you couldn’t agree more, “but-shit-can’t get enough ‘a you.” A series of long-held groans and pants escape you as he briefly pulls out of you, letting go of your throat to flip you onto your back. You’re too dazed to fight back in any way, and if you’re being honest with yourself, you don’t fucking care anymore. That was what you wanted to hear. Sam wants you.

 He climbs up, hovering over you as he scoops you up and drags you further onto the bed, your arms splayed out beside you, head flopped to the side as you let blood flow back towards your brain. Your eyes fall on the pistol that rests just out of reach. Even if you could grab it, you can’t fucking use it, can you?

 “Hey,” he slaps your cheek, gripping your face to force your eyes in his direction. He holds you there, cheeks squished as his dick remains unmoving inside you. He’s flushed, vicious, and gorgeous- you stare up at him, anticipating, wanting. Just like him. “Look at that damn gun again, and I’ll shoot you myself.”

 “Good luck with that.” You mumble, cock-drunk smile on your face as you stare lazily up at him, content. He glowers at you, waiting for further explanation as he starts drilling into you yet again, letting go of your face to hike your thigh up further. “It’s not loaded.” You wheeze. “You can’t get enough of me.” You tease, fall into a series of intoxicated giggles as he…slows? No!

 Not ideal. Why did you fucking tell him about the gun?

 His eyes scrutinise your face. There’s no deceitful glint from you. No obvious sign of a lie. Just an anxious look that says ‘get on with it, you annoying bastard.’

 He realises that you never intended to shoot him- of course you didn’t. You couldn’t do it before. Besides…you want him, Sam wants you- it’s painfully obvious on both sides, but you’re two toxic idiots who constantly want to one-up each other; a relationship is impossible.

 He does, however, smirk to himself at the prospect of a toxic ex-partners with benefits situation, enjoying the sight of you trying to get him to move above you. You’re sick of his smug stare, so you attempt to wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down to you. He complies, fucking you again, with a few nips to your neck.

 “So, you really did all this just to have your pretty little pussy filled up, huh?” He tries to confirm his theory in a way that matches the depravity of this entire situation, before he accuses you of being a ‘whore’ once again; you discreetly nod, but this time it doesn’t piss you off. In fact, it does quite the opposite as you feel the coil in your abdomen tighten drastically. You moan through your bitten lower lip, tits bouncing, sweat beading on your forehead as he cages you in.

 “W-wanted to hah-have the power for once,” You stutter between gargled moans as you feel his movement begin to become slightly unsteady. “To watch you sss-squirm, oh god.” You instinctively wrap your legs around his waist, drawing him even deeper into you as he chuckles into your neck.

 “Power?” He laughs, “Jesus, girl, you’ve got all the fucking power. Want you…all the damn time.” He lethargically admits, head lifted, eyes closed as he focuses on his fast-approaching climax. “I’m-gonna come inside you. That what you want?” Is he genuinely asking? You can’t tell. But yes. Of course, that’s what you want, so you nod desperately, a whimpered plea escaping you.

 The sound of wet skin on skin and the desperation in your voice is all it takes for Sam to lose his mind once more, head falling back down into the crook of your neck as you drag him close to his peak for what feels like the thousandth time. He groans, the thought of such a long-awaited release pushing him over the edge, and all too soon he can feel himself twitching and spilling inside of you.

 The sudden warmth of his cum filling you, and the deep, almost animalistic groan that tumbles out of his mouth and vibrates into your skin pushes you over the edge as well, your arms unconsciously tightening around him, nails clawing into his back as your body quakes with long-anticipated pleasure.

 “Fuck, I’m-” you interrupt yourself with a rasped, muted scream as you come. He squeezes onto you as he empties himself fully, actions becoming languid and sloppy as he lets out one final string of curses. He feels you contract and spasm around him; every shudder and convulsion of your body and every messy, lurid cry that stutters out of your mouth as you orgasm causes him to smile between zealous breaths. God, he’s missed you.

 After a moment, Sam opens his eyes, seeing your head strewn backwards, throat bobbing as you gulp in warm air, your bare chest heaving from exertion. You stay, just for a second, basking in the afterglow as your respective heart rates force themselves back to a steadier state; Savouring a comforting warmth that you both fear will very shortly dissipate back into unsullied hostility.

 He slowly pulls himself up, sliding out of you with a wince. You feel this, and almost instantly snap out of your post-orgasm haze, breathlessly clambering away in fear of what he might do to you. You hadn’t planned for this. As you huddle yourself against a post on the bed, trying to think of what to do, you think he might actually kill you.

 Instead, he flops onto his back, and you stare at each other; on edge, ravished, rapt, and also a little pained from such a drawn-out release.

 Sam clearly senses your fear, somewhat disappointed by your sudden departure from his proximity. “I’m…not gonna do anything. I’m fucking spent, all right?” Your eyes shift warily around him as he takes on an uncharacteristic, and totally unanticipated-in-this-situation soft tone. “Look. I don’t know about you, but I think I’d prefer it if we just kept screwing instead of threatening to hurt each other twenty-four-seven.”

 Your brows furrow in anxious confusion. You agree. But you don’t want to say it. He’s a renowned trickster.

He tilts his head up to look at you before rubbing his hand over his face with an exasperated sigh. How can he prove his honesty to you?

 “You’ve got this room all night?” He finally asks, voice husky.

 “Yeah.” You respond, feeling a little safer at the fact that he’s still splayed out on the bed, visibly exhausted. This is all so, so strange.

 “Good.” He starts with a grin. “‘Cause I’m gonna tie you to that chair and eat you out til I make you squirt again.”

 Oh. Oh.

[trippygalaxy]

⛩️))

Hello there hope your okay with me explaining my oc information here**

Name :chime

Race: hyrulian/ mythical werewolf symbol of moon and old magic *watch God of war stuff*

Age: 20

Height: her height is about hyrule

Weight: don't comment it or ya be confused on how ya six feet in the ground

Eyes: lavender color

Skin: dark but not close to gerudo type

Hair: white and long it reach to her knees have bangs too

Voice: soft with a faint echo since she's deaf so dislike talking and lives deep in the woods that no people are but spirits

Fact: she a child of the first guardian of old ways both in god and magic she the rut in the litter so she's not much strong or powerful in a way like her silbings or parent but dont be fooled too much. she's deaf and need to read anyone lips to understand what their saying and she have strange markings on her skin and face. She have a wolf tail and wolf ears than hyrulian ears so she getting random pets by the chain but she doesn't mind since she can tell their stress or they need it so she let them. She have small fangs so twilight see her as a another cub too the little sister side so he protective of her.

She can turn to a giant wolf like beast at will to defend or fight since its more safe for her than in her hyrulian body.beans, she on the ran for her life since dark link trying to kill her and she have the full Triforce

Love internet: *I'm leaning her more to wild since that boyo needs something good in his live*

Personality: kind,quiet, curious bean, clam,loyal *once she understand and is rest with the chain*

Likes: hang with each chain * keep wind from starting trouble but that's only half success rate and keep hyrule from draining himself or he'll faint hard*, explore with wild,twilight.

Dislikes: monsters,goofy hands since those things are trouble and hunters

Weapons?: beast claws or magic

Chime thoughts on chain

Time: father

Warrior : doggo or Shepherd *German shepherd dog*

Twilight : brother wolf

Sky: cloud or birdie

Wind: trickster

Wild: cub or wild child

Four: colors brother(s) *she knows she see the colors in his eyes and how he's trying to be secretive of that even shadow but she treats them with kindness *

Hyrule: fairy king or fairy boy *due to both being in almost same situation and he carry lots of magic and she a sponge of magic*

Legend: bunny *she only call him that to lightly tease and seen him turn into a rabbit *

**Enjoy this short reference of chime^^ now to look for someone who can help draw her out**

:DD

Thank you for this! very interesting stuff here (and i love a good werewolf oc, they just so RAHHH ya know?)

Love wild as a love interest, the silent convos are gonna be PEAK!!

cant wait to see what you do next :DD

[obsessivedino]

waiting patiently for Avior's next video

[baxndaid]

#SWEETVALENTINE

characters ; KEAYA, THOMA, CHILDE, CHONGUN

prompt ; genshin boyos on valentine day ♡

notes/warnings ; gn!reader, angst in (lengthy) kaeya's part if you squint, use of childe's real name, fluff mostly!!

im so late omg but here,, valentines gift <3 the inspo with keaya's one is from jean's story quest, where we just find him sitting in the back with his drink while everybody else is having fun, poor kaeyayayayayaya

i also have no idea what im doing!! trying out a new style rn and seeing if i like it idk // enjoy xoxo

i. keaya

the cavalry captain isn't one for romance, well, not long term relationships. he normally walked around, flirting with everything that moved and called it a day

you, being a new recruitment chosen by master jean herself, had to be shown how things were done around here. and who better to do that than kaeya, the person who arguably does the least during his working hours.

you didn't exactly like the idea of him following you around and making snarky and sly comments about your way of training, you've heard stories about him from diluc, the red-headed man who you normally saw in the angel's share.

you knew better than to immediately believe all the gossip and stories people spread about your superior, but after spending around 6 minutes alone in the same room as him, the rumours began to feel a lot more believable.

the date was february 13th, a day before valentines day

you didn't know if you loved or hated valentines day, on one hand, you got to see everybody and their significant others prancing around monstat without a care in the world while you were alone for the day. on the other hand, cheap chocolate in the shops (!!)

you went out to start your day, groaning at the thought of having to deal with kaeya's remarks again. though, once you got their, you didn't manage to find the blue-headed man anywhere.

"he's probably slacking off, again"

though you didn't want to admit it, it was rather boring without keaya around. yeah he was an annoying bastard most of the time, but his company made you feel less lonely

i guess you could say you missed him, his face, his eyes, and his stupid flirty jokes that he pulls out of his ass every time he sees you

🤢🤢🤢🤢🤮

the sound of the wooden doors slamming open was enough to shake you out of your thoughts of your superior

"ah! y/n!"

you did a quick respectful nod at the woman in front of you "morning, master jean" your thoughts still resting on where the eyepatch-wearing man went off to

"if your looking for sir kaeya, you should head to the angel's share, he says it's urgent."

urgent my ass, he probably can't afford the wine and is making you pay for it (again)

you gave a quick 'thank you' to the dandelion knight and rushed off to the tavern, hoping this day could end as quickly as it started

at the tavern, it was pretty much empty, which was expected since it was still considered morning. you spotted kaeya sitting alone on the table nearest to the door, eyes half lidded, though he didn't look drunk, yet.

"care for a drink?" he looked up at you, a smirk plastered on his tanned face

"urgent, huh?" you sat down next to him, the wooden chair squeaking while you moved it out of the way "what are you doing here? and more importantly, why did you call me here?" you whisper-yelled as to not disturb anybody around you, though there was only 1 or 2 drunkards there at the moment

he sighed and looked down "training was getting rather boring, don't you think?" his voice getting more solemn, you could no longer hear the smirk in his voice "which is why i thought we could spend some time together, you and me,"

he frowned at your silence and decided to continue, "i'm going to let you in on a little secret," he looked around, to check if nobody was near and looked down again, fiddling with his thumbs "i've felt quite lonely, here in monstat. i feel as if i just don't have any friends, or anybody to lean on anymore. not only have i lost my father, but-" he looked around once more before continuing, "i've lost my brother too. i know i don't come off as a great person but i-"

"keaya." you stroked his hand with yours, making his gaze return to you. his eyes slightly watering. you never thought you would live to see the day, kaeya, the man that is overly confident, sly, and an overall douche, was shaking and venting to you in his brother's tavern. you would've laughed from how ridiculous it sounded but you held back, given the situation.

you smiled at him, still stroking his soft, pampered hands with your thumb. "i don't think your a bad person, sir. hey if anything, you make training less of a chore!" he let out a small chuckle as you continued, "and besides, if making friends and relationships are hard here, it doesn't mean you can't make them elsewhere. and hey, you'll always have me, doesn't sound too bad huh?" you nudged him, having no experience with comforting people in your life

he looked up at you, a melancholy smile imprinted onto his face.

"y'know, i asked master jean to tell you to come here so i could romantically ask you to be my valentines," he scoffed, "but it looks like it turned into something more." his last sentence sounded more like a question

you leaned over and pecked his cheek, a noticeable blush appearing on his cheeks and spreading to his ears, "how could i say no to you?" you said, still stroking his hand.

"ah well in that case, do you mind paying for my-"

"no."

ii. thoma

good lord get ready, this man will spoil the everlasting hell out of you in the month of february

oh? you have some left over chores to do? don't worry! thoma already did it for you!

oh? your hungry? thoma already made you your favourite meal!

oh? you dont have a valentines date yet? thoma already prepared a whole date for you and him!

wait what

practically dragging you to some unknown area, he bragged and laughed to himself about what a fantastic day he planed out for you and how you'll 100% fall for him after this!

though, he whispered that last bit

hand in hand, you both walked through the guarded streets of inazuma, sometimes stopping by at some shops to buy a snack or to simply browse.

you came across a small kimono and suit shop near the end of the trail, a tall, browned haired woman with a pretty pink kimono on greeted you and thoma as you entered.

"evening thoma, evening y/n, having fun on your date are we?" he smiled. how did she know that you agreed to go out with thoma? the ginger sensed your confusion and turned to you, scratching the back of his neck with a closed-eye smile.

"i migghht have toldeverybodyaboutyouacceptingtogooutwithme," his spoke quickly in hopes that you wouldn't hear, but you heard loud and clear

you sighed, putting a hand on your forehead. you never really liked public attention and liked to keep downlow and thoma knew this. "i'm sorry! i was just really excited is all," he exclaimed, two visible sweat droplets spearing on his forehead.

"thoma it's fine," you smiled at him, "it isn't a big deal" a wave of relief hit the ginger man as he returned your smile with one of his own. the shop owner, looking amused at the dispute, decided to speak up.

"now now, it wouldn't be a date if you didn't get your significant other here something pretty to wear, now would it?" she said, clearly trying to make thoma buy something.

"oh! yes, your right," he turned to you, "so, darling, see anything you like?"

darling? that's a new one alright

"well, which do you think would look nice on me?" you questioned back, your face a little flushed at the new nickname he suddenly decided to give to you. you regret ever asking him that because now your closet was filled with the kimono shop's entire stock.

iii. childe

much like thoma, this man will spoil you rotten

you loved to spend time with your boyfriend, however, his job made it quite difficult to even see him let alone spend time with him. so, most of the time, you spent time with your friends, walking around the harbour and gossiping

today, however, you couldn't do that

your friends, obviously not having boy/girlfriends that are also fatui harbingers, wanted to spend time with their significant others on valentines day, which meant you would be left alone with your thoughts, (and cheesy romance movies).

lying on the sofa while watching a horrible documentary, you stuffed on the cheap chocolates they sold near your house at a kiosk. you wrapped a soft blanket around you and hugged yourself as you closed your eyes and drifted to sleep.

"hey, honey!" a loud voice boomed in front of you, jolting you from your slumber. "ajax?" your eyes lit up and you instantly hopped off the sofa and hugged your loving boyfriend, "your here!"

"of course, i wanted to see you, especially today of all days. besides, i've brought you many gifts back from my mission in sumeru!" he pointed behind him, a literal mountain of objects flooding your house.

kissing your face all over, you groaned internally, still looking at the giant mess behind your lover.

"looks like i have some cleaning to do,"

iv. chongyun

hot nervous MESS (in the literal sense)

he couldn't count the amount of ice treats he had to consume after your little outing.

obviously, he didn't exactly do it alone, xingqiu knew about chongyun's little crush and decided to tease help his dear friend! getting xiangling to help out too, the trio sat down and decided how they would get you to accept chongun's proposition.

the plan went a little like this:

"chongyun, first you ask y/n to help you find and exile evil spirits up in the mountains, kay?"

"then! xiangling and i will pretend to be ghosts and poor y/n will get scared so you, my dear friend, have to comfort them! haha get it, wink wink, nudge nudge!" "oh yes, i see..." (he doesn't get it)

"after, you come find us and 'vanquish' us and save the day!"

"and so, you ask y/n and they'll be soo impressed with your heroic skills that they just have to say yes! a perfect story, no cliff-hangers, good romance, a little cheesy but that's okay-" "i'm hungry!"

"after we do all that let's get some lunch! i can whip something up real fast!"

however, that plan didn't really work out. you see, instead of the chef and the nerd actually doing what they were meant to do, xiangling got distracted and went out looking for wild ingredients and xingqiu, well he had no intention in actually helping, he was there to watch the train wreck of chongyun asking you out.

after 13 minutes of sitting in a awkward silence, the blue haired boy turned to you, disheartened.

"i'm sorry, i thought that i sensed some evil spirits here and thought that we could catch them together." his face red with embarrassment and shame, he pulled out an ice lolly to keep himself cool.

"yun, it's fine, really. i like spending time with you anyway!" you held his hand and looked down, a faint blush on his and your cheeks

"actually, there is something i wanted to ask you for a few days," chongyun looked at you, perplexed, "do you- do you wanna be my valentines?"

bam!

seems that he overheated and passed out, his face as red as a chilie and mouth agape as he lied motionless on the floor

though the day wasn't exactly a huge disaster, xingqiu got a few laughs out of it

NAVIGATION ♡

[luvreyn]

My Manga List (2021) Part 3

Four Kisses, in Secret

Summary:

Mami has just 14 days before she graduates, which means she has 14 days to confess to her crush, Harutaka-kun, before she moves away and never sees him again. Saaya Yagi's one wish is to hear "that's delicious," from her boss, Oogami-kun. Hitsuji has somehow become entangled with older brother's friend, Shiro-sempai, who swears he needs her next to him to get a (totally innocent...) good night's rest. Usami can't seem to shake her troublesome younger classmate...until she finds maybe she didn't want to lose him after all. Read all four of their sweet love stories in the Kisses, in Secret short story collection!

THOUGHTS & WHY YOU SHOULD READ THIS

- art = 5/5 clean and cute

- it’s short and direct

- and just oozing with cuteness

- f l u f f y

- verdict, cute read

Kiyoku, Yamashiku, Modokashiku

Summary:

The intimidating gyaru Enjoji is always butting head with Fujii, the chairman of the school discipline committee, for dressing outside of school regulations. But his disciplinary actions are a bit strange!? Or even perverted!? An action-packed battle between a strict disciplinarian and a strong-willed gal!

THOUGHTS & WHY YOU SHOULD READ THIS

- AHHH I LOVE

- art = 5/5 clean

- plot = 3/5

- the ml is so cute?? like sksks

- the fl is so cool and i love her

- the chemistry is on point tbh

- l i g h t

- verdict, eagerly waiting for the updates!

Dog and Scum

Summary:

Haruma Sakuraba's childhood friend Shuuji Inukai was a cut above him in every way imaginable, living out the glamorous life bestowed upon him. Haruma, an unassuming salary man, has lived his every day clutching onto his inferiority complex, existing only in Shuuji's shadow. One day, Haruma coincidentally met Shuuji's wife, Reika Sumi, who Haruma had always secretly admired since his high school days. With feelings of envy, jealousy, and more, a "secret" is born from Haruma's repetitive days.

THOUGHTS & WHY YOU SHOULD READ THIS

- plot = 4/5

- art = 5/5 clean

- also same author as dear sa-chan!

- really kinda messed up

- in a can’t get enough of it sort of way or is it just me?

- i’m shookt with the twist and i’m sussing everyone until further notice

- verdict, can’t wait for this to be updated and over!

Fukushuu no Miboujin

Summary:

Revenge never felt so good... Mitsu Suzuki is a talented contract engineer working for an IT company, but it wasn't their benefits package that attracted her. She's working for the company that drove her late husband to suicide, and she won't rest until she exacts her revenge on each and every person responsible. A sweet revenge story from up-and-coming author, Kurosawa R!

THOUGHTS & WHY YOU SHOULD READ THIS

- plot = 5/5

- art = 4/5

- woah

- it got me on the revenge story it’s so tightly put together

- like fl really knows what she wants and she doesnt let anyone get away with messing with her or her loved ones

- situations are messed up 

- good read

Studio Cabana

Summary:

"Your song taught me, the sweetness and the pain of love."

THOUGHTS & WHY YOU SHOULD READ THIS

- art = 5/5

- plot ?/5

- the art is so cute!

- the characs are so cute and it’s nice

- only 1 chap available tho so :((

- but grumpy boyo like seasons of blossom ml (webtoon)

[mayday1284]

Valentines Day with the LotR/Hobbit boyss

Ahh the day of love, overpriced and super crazy in our world. But what about in theirs?

For sanity reasons, I didn’t write something for EVERYONE and these are drabbles, so if you didn’t see your fave I’m sorry,but you can always request a Matchup, even if you want me to write you one for a specific person!

Aragorn-

Boy I always start with him huh, anyways.

-He is a very secretive person, so I think he’d do a small surprise. I’m talking a candlelit dinner where you two can just be.

-He is super sweet to you all day, you might drown in love.

-He isn’t one to buy a ton of stuff for you but he legit will make you a necklace or bracelet its really cute

-Cuddle sessions babey its always a good time, he is a great cuddler

Legolas-

Ah our resident elf boyo

-So precious will ask everyone he knows for advice

-He doesn’t wanna mess up ok?!?!

- Settles for a boat ride

-Its a small but lovely boat, and its filled with blankets and pillows

-You head out to the middle of a lake and just lie down, holding each other and looking up at the stars

-He will tell you he loves you so much, he wants you to know its true

Thranduil-

When I tell you I looked at that gif a bit too long

-For him I think it’s super important to get away from it all for a day.

-You two will set out to a small cabin he has and just exist

-You talk of the past and the future

-You cook dinner together how domestic

-He needs a little help knowing what to do, he doesn’t do this often but he wouldn’t want anyone else but you to help him.

-SLEEPIN IN LATE WHOO

Thorin- 

Have a gif where he isn’t insane (he’s so broody wow)

-He’s also a king so again, he wants to get away.

-Small day journey out of the mountain

-Y’all camp I adore it omg

-Watching this man put up a tent is a WHOLE experience lemme tell you 

-Muscle city babey

-You two make a small meal and stargaze

-He knows so much about constellations so you can talk for hours

-Holds you as often as he can as he recalls how lucky he is that you stuck by him

Fili- 

-He wants you to be able to protect yourself and this is the best way in his mind

*What a man starts playing as the door opens*

-Sword fighting lessons!

-He is such a good and patient teacher its the best, you always have a funky fresh time

-When you finish its showering (maybe together who knows) and raiding the kitchens

-lotta bread, he’s a bread man (not actually made out of bread but you ya know)

-You sit on the balcony in the front of the kingdom and just watch life

-It was so important for him to get home and you got to see it happen

Fili-

I’M SO SOFT FOR THAT GIF HOW EVEN

-Maybe steals the idea from his brother and hosts a one-on-one archery lesson!

-Watching him work is an experience man...his chest against your back...his face so close to yours...his breath on your cheek....Where was I?

-He is so excited he might not be the best teacher cos he kinda skips parts trying to get to the fun stuff

-Pony rides after, you maybe race (you win whoops)

-Sitting in front of a fire and just holding each other

Bilbo-

Can I date a hobbit pretty pleaseee

-You bake bread together change my mind

-Its super soft and domestic, you guys dancing around each other in the kitchen knowing your patterns

-You sit in the living room and read your favorite books to each other 

-Make tea late in the night and dance in the dark kitchen to the sound of his humming

-Sleeping late again man I’m just saying, it’s like the best Valentine’s day gift

Bard-

ITS MAH MANS WHOO LOOK AT HIM GO

-It ain’t easy being king of Dale but having you as his advisor makes it so much easier

-But he wants to relax every once in a while

-You surprise him with something on Valentine’s day cos he’s so busy

-Super small picnic on the top of the highest building in Dale

-He is so surprised and very touched meanwhile you’re sitting there trying to figure out if the silence is happiness or annoyance

-Once he scoops you up in the biggest hug you get your answer

Boromir-

I kinda already did his but lets do it again babey!

-He gets really upset

-Because NOTHING is working, plans falling through, flowers wilting, its a disaster

-But you are so touched that he made dinner, even if you can’t tell what it is under the char

-So you redo dinner together and its super sweet

-Then its cuddling while drinking wine (how domestic ugh)

-He’s just so lucky to have you, so he lets you know

-By proposing (I’m a sucker for this ok)

-You wouldn’t really see it coming because you were both ok with where you were

-But he’s ready for forever as long as its with you

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OK WOW THAT WAS A LOT OF PEOPLE

Again I’m sorry if I didn’t do your fave if you want, you can ask for Headcannons with a specific person and I’ll do my best to write them

Happy Valentine’s Day!

[silkhy-john]

HEADCANON:

Nico saying "I smell like death and animals fear me for it" is incorrect. Here's reasons why:

1. It's really no secret at this point that Nico is the most powerful demigod alive in-canon. He's so powerful that he has enough reserve strength and vitality (after recovering as much as he possibly could from Tartarus, starvation, and using the seeds in the state he was in. You don't ever fully recover from things like those) to constantly have his fear aura and cryokinesis emanating low-key, kind of like his wavelength.

But, it's at its lowest when he's with Will/Jason/Hazel/Reyna/Gleeson/whoever you ship him with, but never fully off. The fact that he emanates an aura puts him one step closer to god than mortal by the way.

ANYWAY, the constant emanation of the fear aura definitely makes animals skittish, but as he doesn't really let it off when he's alone with animals, they crowd him and glomp him whenever he's alone with them.

2. A lot of the animals he interacts with are probably animals tied to gods who don't have the best of relationships with Hades.

This one should be pretty self-explanatory. When you make an enemy of a god, you make an enemy of practically everything they represent (imagine permanently pissing off Hygeia or Asclepius... yeah, let's not).

Think of Annabeth and cows. Her Bovine Majesty, Hera, that goat skin gal, Queen of the gods, doesn't like Annabeth, and cows, by extension, do not (why are there so many commas???). The difference here is that Hera actively does things to screw around with Annabeth, and the only thing stopping her from screwing up Annabeth's relationships and (eventual) marriage is Athena giving her the look. Enough about my Annabeth|Hera head-canons though.

So whenever Nico interacts with a horse and equine creatures, or an eagle, or a cow, they get skittish and violent because of the gods they're tied to not liking Hades, and by proxy, him (exception here is Zeus, who genuinely dislikes Nico and would kill him if that didn't mean dying at Hades' hands, quite literally btw).

3. Animals don't really fear death (itself), which Nico represents.

Here's an important distinction for you and a head-canon from me (one I might write a piece on): Hades' children are representations of death itself, while Thanatos' children, as children of the god of death, represent it's causes.

I don't want you to think of to confuse it with him repping death by old age (that would be children of Geras).

Anyway, all creatures seem to take comfort in death, and thus Nico. And when an animal is comfortable with you, it tends to either leave you to your business, or seek your attention.

This one is cracky and feels like something I'd write a piece for at 3AM when I can't sleep.

4. This one is about Artemis|Nico.

Basically, as a sort of apology to Nico cause she knew what it meant to take away the only person he had at the time (and for a long time, really), I head-canon that Artemis has marked Nico with one of her blessings (a boon for my Hades players out there).

This specific mark is the one that numbs wild animals'/animals with violent dispositions' instinct to attack creatures they perceive as "dangerous".

Animals aren't daft. They can tell a dangerous individual, and some attack on sight to get the upper hand. Of course, Nico is too powerful for a non-mythical beast to so much as scratch him (he wouldn't kill them, just scare them off).

Anyway, with the mark, wild animals basically act as their domestic counterparts would around Nico.

I head-canon that when he first started shadow-travelling and would wind up passed out on totally different continents or in different places, he woke up one day in Tsavo East National Park with man-eating lions (look it up, fairly interesting) curled up around him and purring.

Anyway, now that we've dived into my mind and swam steadily downwards, we've finally reached the bottom where one thing is left: SHITPOSTING. Let's do it.

Animals when nico's fear aura is on: I do not know this man. I could see him walking down the streets and I would not recognise him. Sorry to this m–

Animals when nico's fear aura is low: cuddle time. Time to cuddle. Yup. Did someone say snuggling? Come here, boyo *glomps said boyo*

Nico:

Nico: so do you like me or not???

Zeus [on mount olympus]: I think it's about time I sent an eagle to pluck his ey–

(ground rumbles)

Zeus [nervously]: *clears throat* –to pluck the twigs out of the boy's hair, why is he so bad with maintaining his hair?

(Will is doing some stuff for a Veterinarian son of kymopoleia. Nico accompanies him to the vet's like the supportive boyfriend he is)

Will: why are you covered in cats???

Nico [covered in cats and enjoying every second of it]: cause you're giving the dogs a check-up, doctor

(Will got turned on when nico said doctor, guys, don't blame me)

(Hades and Hera get into a cat fight. It's for a very petty reason; their pet peeves with each other's children)

Hades: time-out! Can't we just try to get along now that our boys are dating each other?

Hera [pensive; the expression looks fake]: *adjusts goat skin on shoulders*

Hera: . . . no

(Cat fighting continues)

(Snow-white!Nico AU with Reyna and Hazel as main supporting cast, Percy as prince, and Hera as misunderstood evil queen with her own character arc? Closer than you'd think)

Reyna: stop singing nico

Nico: why?

Hazel: You're covered in birds nico. BIRDS, PLURAL!

Nico: makes me even more fly :)

Percy: omg literally so hot *swoons*

Hera: *strokes cow behind ears* can we skip to the part where he eats the apple and gets trampled by my trusty cow?

(The story falls apart. Not even the Apollo kids can save it. Lesson is not to let the aphrodite cabin do storytime at the campfire).

Hazel: oh, I didn't know you had pets, Nico

Nico: I don't

Hazel: why all the random animals, then

Nico:

Nico: you're not trying to kick out my other visitors, are you

That's it, guys. Deuces. Yes, some of the head-canons here might feature in my next nico-centric (ooohhhhh, *interest sounds*).

I'd like to do more posts like these, but they're a bit time-consuming to write up. It's still so worth it though.

Should I do more like these? (The "head-canon/opinion dump-into-shitpost" format). You tell me. I mean, I'll still make them, just more frequently if yes is the answer.

[toutallyahoe]

Omg! So same anon here that requested the Newt HCs (which I absolutely loved 💕)! What if the reader (same metamorphmagus reader) was fascinated by Newt, wheather its his shy behavior or his love for beasts, and changed looks to people familiar to Newt so he can learn secretly learn more about him?? Maybe revealing himself to Newt at some point to? Oh and headcanons of course~

a/n: hey there anon! firstly, i would like to apologize for taking so long to write your request! i had been having some trouble lately in my end here (with me almost dropping out of school and the big sad™ kicking my ass for months) and i needed some time to hibernate (shut off from any contact with anyone) for awhile. hope i didnt bore you to death on waiting for part two of your request!

second off, im really happy you enjoyed the newt x metamorphmagus [name]! i had fun writing it and will always be open for our beloved newty boy here

anyways, on to the head canons!

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[name] had seen newt for awhile now before that one faithful day they had talked to each other near the lake

of course [name] would, newt wasnt really that good at hiding whenever he stalks— i mean, watches over him

at first, [name] absolutely found it creepy

i mean, who wouldn't? a random hufflepuff (no matter how they are stereotypically nice and sweet) boy always somewhere in the shadows, watching over you? its a serious cause for some questionable attraction there

[name] would absolutely like to avoid stalkers as much as possible as he had a run in with thay type of scenario years back before he went to Hogwarts and one run in is enough, thank you very much

but that was before the lake thing

after he actually managed to accidentally met his so called "creepy stalker," [name] actually learned that newt is just a shy hufflepuff boy who wanted to be friends with him but was too shy. like, too fucking shy

we already knew the two boys talked to each other in newt's scenario so lets skip a bit to when they met a second time

[name] was running away from his slytherin friend that he managed to piss off by a prank and run in to newt who was about to call out to him and talk

having no time, [name] just dragged newt and made the poor hufflepuff boy run with him

[name] was rather confused on why newt didnt break away from his grasp in order to escape him from trouble, but [name] was rather happy that the hufflepuff was actually down to suffer with him

newt actually forgotten he had a choice, [name], because you were so fucking handsome grinning and laughing as you both ran away from an angry slytherin

oh Merlin, newt is super gae for you lmao

anyways

after successfully running away from the angry slytherin and losing them in the great hall, both [name] and newt went back towards the lake again on when they first met and converse

it was lowkey sweet and nice to talk to each other again after weeks of not talking

skip to a few more weeks and the two being gay friends with each other, [name] is having trouble with his feelings

just like newt with him, [name] was absolutely fascinated with the hufflepuff boy

[name] doesnt even know why

maybe it was because newt was always so flustered and shy towards him or maybe its because of the hufflepuff's fascination of beasts ("fantastic beasts!" as what newt would say with his eyes holding such adoration in them)

or maybe its because newt actually wanted to know him and not just because of him being a halfy and a metamorphmagus

either way, [name] found newt adorable

like, a lot

its was saddening when [name] realized he couldn't hang out with newt or get to know him much as most of the time, [name] always gets dragged away by his other friends and that newt did confessed a few times how he doesnt like attraction attention towards himself

so, [name] made plans to disguised himself by making use of his own ability to shape shift for being a metamorphmagus

[name] actually took a month and a half to fucking remember he could actually disguise himself to run away from the people who is always swarming him to escape and hang out with newt

please dont be mad at him, he's a smart boyo but he has his times where his braincells yeets themselves away asdahsjajdhkaj

anyways, [name] had already thought of a person to copy their look to get to know newt more in secret

when he saw the right time to get away from the crowd that always drags him away to hang out with newt, [name] change to be that person

it was a bit painful and odd to change into whole new person as [name] mostly just changes the length or color of his hair and not everything about him

but sacrifices must be made to learn more of his favorite hufflepuff. so [name] just sucked it up

[name] lowkey thankful he didnt have to change genders as he picked newt's seatmate in Potions that he saw had been having some conversation towards the hufflepuff from time to time ([name] was so happy they were male and is in his house too so he doesnt have to change into another set of robes)

with him looking like another person, [name] set forth to look for newt

it took a while until [name] saw the hufflepuff boy and surprise surprise, newt was in the lake where they first met

it was odd but [name] felt his heart leap in joy on seeing newt that he almost forgot he didnt look how he normally was and was im disguised

thankfully, newt had noticed him before he could make a fool of himself and reveal who he truly was

newt, was again, a shy boy and was hesitant to talk to the disguised male

it took [name] to even say his own name for newt to actually talk to him

"so... uhh, i saw youre close to [name]"

newt perked up on his friend's name being mentioned and [name] swore he saw newt's freckled cheeks flushing red

with the mention of his name, newt opened up and talked to [name] (who's still in disguised) and [name] was leaping in joy inside his mind when he saw newt talking to him

[name] fully knows newt is so shy and is afraid to converse with others, so, seeing newt talking to others (even if that others is just him in disguise) made [name] proud

anyways, being disguised as newt's seatmate that had talk to him from time to time, all [name] had to do was mentioned anything related to beasts or just him, he could get to talk to Newt

[name] had done this for two weeks, disguising as random students to talk to newt to gain information on what the hufflepuff boy actually thought about him and his own likes or dislikes

[name] would have gone more longer if it wasn't for him getting caught in the act

curse that [Hogwarts house] seatmate of newt that he shape shifted first!

if you want more context, [name] was caught because that seatmate of newt's had borrowed the hufflepuff's noted earlier in Potions and was returning newt's notes back. it just so happens that [name] shape shifted into them again

it was so embarrassing but [name] had to explain or else both newt and the student he shape shifted into would freaked the fuck out

changing back to who he was, [name] awkwardly laugh at the student he shape shifted into and said to them that he was practicing on looking like other people while avoiding eye contact from newt

thankfully, the student was cool with it and even laughed at him and said that he was so cool

it took awhile for them to leave both newt and [name] along but when they did, it was awkward

[name] awkwardly confessed on shape shifting into other people to talk to newt when the hufflepuff boy was quiet and avoided looking at him

[name] was a bit terrified on what newt would think about him when the silence continued on

he was fucking terrified

while newt on the other hand, a bit sad that he doesnt have any new friends since it was just [name] in disguises, was rather fascinated by [name] again

"y... you can s-shape shift your entire... being?"

bless newt and him being fascinated by anything and everything he does because [name] could not live if newt thought he was creepy

but anyways, hearing newt speak to him, [name] perked up and hastily looked at newt

[name] could feel his face heating up when he saw newt looking at his so much awe and adoration in his face

ugh, these two boys are so cute

[name] swear from that point, anything bad would happen to newt, he'll kill everyone in Hogwarts, including himself

[fandomsnfluff]

Scenario 11 with sentence starter 5, with MC/reader and literally anyone you want I just think this is cute ~

no problem anon!! i chose mc and levi bc our otaku boyo needs more tickles 🥺

tickle prompts/scenarios

5: “Keep your arms up!” 11: tickle games

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"Levi! Can I show you this really cool game that I made up?”

You burst into the third-born’s room rather unprompted, and he nearly jumped out of his gaming chair, turning around to meet your gaze with an annoyed glare.

“Does it have to be now?” he sighed. “I was about to start the boss for this set of levels.”

“Well, it seems like I came at a good time!”

He truly didn’t seem amused with you right now. But you giggled, continuing.

“It may seem a bit strange at first,” you introduced. “But at the same time, it can be a fun and easy way to bond with your friends and family. Which is why I made this!”

You held out your hand to show him a nine-sided cube that you called a die, and one that you folded yourself. Now he seemed interested; he reached forward to grab it and inspect it for himself. “Did you fold this yourself?”

“Yep! Asmo helped me.”

“Huh...” Levi turned the dye around in his hands a few times. As he observed what was in his hands, he started to frown, looking genuinely confused, before turning to you. “Why are there body parts written on all the sides?”

“That’s where the nature of the game comes in! The reason it’s a bonding exercise slash game slash whatever you want to call it is because you have to tickle the person in the spot on the dye that’s facing up after rolling it.”

Levi’s eyes widened, and you could have sworn you saw him flinch at the idea of the game involving tickling. You remembered Mammon telling you about how ticklish his younger brother was, and one evening, when you both were feeling particularly sneaky, decided to gang up on the poor otaku and tickle him until he cried. That’s when you discovered how ticklish he was, and, naturally, you decided to try it out on him first. You wanted to bask in the glory of getting to know about the brother which seemed to be the most ticklish demon, and alone, of course.

“Wh-why tickling, though...?” he asked, somewhat off-handedly.

“Because it can be a bonding activity.” Then you frowned, not sure if it was such a good idea to go ahead with this. “If you’re not interested, I can always--”

“No!” Levi blinked, a bit surprised at his own sudden outburst. He then cleared his throat and looked you in the eye. “I’ll try it out with you.”

“Okay, sweet! Basically, we have to set a timer for ten seconds while we tickle the person in the place that the die suggests. You can do this for as many rounds as you want, as long as you keep track of the amount of time the person being tickled can go without laughing. But I think for a test run we should only do one round, because you’re in the middle of a game. But do be warned, though, because the person who loses, a.k.a. the person who laughs the most according to the recorded seconds, has to undergo a special kind of punishment.”

You heard and saw Levi gulp, and you weren’t sure if he was paying attention to everything that you had just said, only the part about there being a special punishment. He blinked a few times before urging you on. “...Like?”

You smirked, half to yourself, suddenly thinking of the perfect victory strategy. It was really mostly to mess with Levi, but it would still just be fun nonetheless. “You can do whatever you want, but in this case, the loser has to get tickled.”

Levi blinked, flinching at your suggestion, and his gasp was just audible enough for you to hear. You had to fight back your laughter; you couldn’t help but tease him with his ultimate weakness. It was no secret that the demon was extremely ticklish, and you were more than happy to exploit this from him in any way you could. “B-but that’s already the point of the game, isn’t it?!”

“Right. But it would be a rather fitting punishment because of the nature of the game, no? And it would only be for thirty seconds!”

“Fine!” Levi huffed, a slight dusting of a blush tracing across his face. “Just know that I won’t lose, then!”

“All right, you’re on.” You had to fight to roll your eyes, knowing deep down that you were going to win. “Why don’t you go first?”

“Huh?!!” The exclamation came out as a shrill shriek, and you chuckled at Levi’s adorable response to your offer.

“No, no, you roll the dye first and you tickle me, just to see how it works out.”

“Okay...” Levi grabbed the self-made cube of paper that had body parts scrawled out on every edge. You couldn’t work out if his jumpiness was due to his seemingly naturally high anxiety levels, or if it was due to his nervousness about the prospect of being tickled. So you just assumed that it was both.

Levi rolled the dye, which was more like a shaky throw, and it landed with the sided written “ribs” face-up.

“You have to tickle my ribs now,” you prompted the demon when he didn’t respond within the first few moments.

“Huh?! O-oh, right.” Okay, so it probably was shyness. You knew that the demon was very touch-shy, and physical contact often made him anxious or restless. It took a few moments for him to get the handle of, but as soon as he strung up the courage to start his timer set to ten seconds, he quickly reached up and dug into your ribs.

You gasped, not expecting his nails to be so long and so...tickly. You fought the urge to squirm when his fingers got dangerously close to your armpit, and you nearly choked out a full-on belly laugh when he dug between the bones. It had already been at least five seconds and you didn’t laugh yet, and you knew that at this point your win was in the bag, knowing that Levi would barely be able to last a second. However, you did lurch forward in an attempt to escape the grabby and persistent fingers once they returned back to your lower sides, a high-pitched squeal beginning to rise in your throat just as the buzzer went off.

“Oh god, I don’t want to do this...” you heard Levi groan as you swapped places. You were now sitting on the floor, and he had resumed his earlier position of leaning against the back of his gaming chair. Smirking to yourself, you rolled the die, and it quickly landed with the side showing “feet” facing up.

Levi groaned, whispering a barely-audible “oh god” before you set up your timer. You grabbed his ankle and reached over to start the timer, but he kicked away from your grip with a squeak of alarm just milliseconds before you started the timer. “Wait!” he called. At first you were a bit annoyed, but you laughed half to yourself once you realized what was going on.

Levi was covering his face in his hands, and you could see that there was a blush spreading from his neck all the way to the tips of his ears. “I’m not ready for this,” he mumbled.

“Oh come on, it’ll be fine,” you encouraged him, gently taking a hold of his ankle, but he kicked away from you, and you breathed out another laugh.

“MC, I...” Levi was finding it hard not to laugh too. “I...can’t...”

“Yes you can! I just took some pretty rough bullets from you!” This time, you refused to let him escape, and you reached over to quickly start the timer before beginning your rather ruthless attack on his socked soles.

A scream of laughter rung throughout the room, and in an instant you knew that you had won. However, you didn’t want to stop there; you wanted to see how ticklish the demon really was. Levi was cackling pathetically and desperately as you spidered your fingers all around the arches of his feet, and you heard a bang behind you as he came toppling down to the floor, kicking his legs out to try and get you away from him. You weren’t sure if it was because you had mistimed your tap on your D.D.D., but you didn’t hear the timer buzz even after what felt like ten seconds.

“MC!” Levi screamed, letting out a sudden squeal of alarm when you got the good spot underneath his toes. “LET GOHOHO STAHAHAP!!!!”

Yep, the ten seconds surely passed. You had to hide a snicker as you stood up, helping him. “Guess we know who won, Leviachan,” you teased him, poking his nose.

“S-seriously....? Wait, why did I even agree to do this?!” He sounded truly exasperated, and you turned your head to try and control your laughter before he could see you.

“Okay, okay, I’ll go easy on you,” you told him, but would you? It depended on your mood. And how merciless you were feeling, of course. After all, Levi was extremely cute when he was being tickled.

“Sit back down on the chair,” you ordered him. “I want to test something else during your punishment.”

“Okay...w-what?”

“I want to see how long you can keep your arms up.”

“What?! Nonono, that’s WAY too many surprises in one day.” Levi turned his head away from you, frowning and crossing his arms.

A poke to the side was enough for his entire body to jolt, and he let out a squeal, holding the part of his lower side that had just been assaulted. “We can do this the easy way or the hard way,” you offered, teasingly wiggling your fingers at him.

“Okay okay, I’ll do it!” There was a true note of desperate panic in his voice that time, and he slid away from you in his chair. Well, as far as he could with the wall blocking him in the direction he was headed.

You sighed, lacking the patience for his antics. However, at the same time, how jumpy the demon was at so much as the mere prospect of being tickled was absolutely adorable. You approached him, and he put his arms up while you set the timer for thirty seconds. You counted down for from three before starting the timer, and your sneaky little fingers immediately went for his exposed underarms.

For the umpteenth time that day, Levi let out a squeal of laughter that filled up the entire room within a matter of seconds. His arms immediately shot down to his sides, and he curled into a ball, exploding into laughter.

“Keep your arms up!” you ordered him, trying not to laugh yourself.

“NOHOHOHO PLEEEEHEHEHEASE!!” he cried, thrashing and kicking and nearly bowling the chair right into you with insurmountable strength.

“Oh, now you’ve done it,” you hissed. With his weakened strength from the tickling, you were able to bowl him to the ground and wrap him up in your arms, knowing fully that the move wasted at least a good six seconds on your timer. However, this was a much more advantageous position, for you could basically tickle the demon as much as you wanted now. Your hands traveled up and down his sides, digging into his underarms and making him scream and thrash from side to side, kicking at your legs and slapping at your face.

"PLEHEHEHEASE I’M GONNA PEEHEHEHEE!!!” Levi screamed, his laugh reaching a completely different octave as you pinched at the baby fat around his stomach. At this point, he had grown so tired from the tickling that he was losing the energy to laugh; you could tell in the way he heaved and rasped for breath, barely producing any sound except for the occasional hiccup or wheezy inhale as he fought to laugh uncontrollably.

The timer buzzed, and you let him go. “I am the victor!” you declared, standing upright and pumping your fists in the air as you observed a truly tired Levi curled on the ground, looking as if his soul had left his body for a considerable amount of time.

“You okay there, buddy?” you asked him.

A few moments passed before he responded. “No...” he mumbled. “I’m gonna die here...”

“Oh, don’t be so dramatic. Should I motivate you to get up?”

That earned you a glare. But all the same, you knew deep down that you had won. At least, until he could get you back.

[sxrrandomfanfics]

Are there any Villain characters (Canon & OC) that you find intriguing? Who and why?

Villain characters I find intriguing... hmm...

Different Properties - 8 Characters - 13

Cosma (OK K.O.) - I like the shape changing dragon. Rand Ridley (Inside Job) - HORRIBLE FATHER. Rewatching the series you know his plan and you see it happening. But still wants his big happy family. I want to jump into your brain old man. We jumped into your daughter's now it's your turn. Maligula (Psychonauts 2) - Aw, sweet little Nona. How in the world did you let yourself become the royalty your sister hated? How close were you with your sister before she drowned at your hands? How much did you love Gelsin Mux? What was your relationship with Mithra and Zalto, your parents? What did you think of your brother in law? Why do you still have so many questions surrounding you, Nona? The more we know, the more we realize such deep holes of unknowable with you and your age. You're in your seventies now, Nona. Coach Morceau "Morry/Oly" Oleander (Psychonauts) - He's my cuddle bunny. Bean bag shaped. So much of your past is known yet unknown. How much from the Li-Po is true about you? Or are you now just a surface level maniac who's being monitored? Tell me, Oly, is your family proud of you? VV Argost (Secret Saturdays) - Yeti with a God complex has such a dastardly plan. It makes me wonder why he wanted to infiltrate humanity in the first place if he hated them so much. Amelia (Infinity Train) - A woman who had a happy life and then... she lost everything. She got a chance to help herself and instead made it her life to stay on the train trying to go back to her old life, and now may never go home. Magica DeSpell (Ducktales) - Oh my goodness what a backstory, what powers, what a fall. All around turning from most intimidating villain who had a successful plan to pathetic. Toffee (Star Vs.) - Magic hating Raptor God Man deserved better. Volo (Pokemon) - God Complexes are fun. Javert (Les Miserables) - The desperation and unneeded attacks that Javert does to Jean Valjean is so shiver inducing to watch. Also I like his songs, like "The Confrontation."

Spinny (Whatever Happened to Shadowy Figure?) - Dastardly. Evil. Want to know more but all we know is what she's done to Brittney Spark and Nelly. Reaper Blanc (Hanahaki Ask AU: Unfinished Business) - He didn't always act like this, but something happened to him, and now I wonder who he was. "People's Peonies" (Family Swap) - I love the ideas of marginilized groups who are like: We have more power than these other people cause there are more of us/we have different, supernatural powers and them going to attack people. Like they have no clear goal they're just like: We're better than you. Dina [UNREVEALED STORY] - With a past shrouded and only the idea of chugging science along, Dina is a character similar to Peridot but never gets a redemption. She will go down with hope that her experiment lives on and does its job rather than see another failure. A blind follower of her superiors while also seeing herself as above, Dina is just very interesting to write.

[REDACTED] - This boy who was actually from someone helping me work on a fanfiction and not Belos from Owl House. There's literally no reason why I wouldn't just say Belos. Spoilers are off once things are revealed. No [REDACTED] is a fallen prince in a collaboration fic I'm working on and I have so many songs for this boyo. If you want to know why he's so villainous (without me spoiling the fic), just listen to "Everything At Once" by Lenka. That's essentially his entire character, both before and after his fall. [REDACTED] the fallen prince my beloved. Poor little meow meow. Needs to be thrown in the washing machine. Tar baby lookin ass. Has a tiktok where he censors the name of the "replacement brother" he hates. No Face from Spirited Away actin ass.

[writer-akihiko]

Hewwo there UwU bc you said you”d answer it if it was an ask and bc im a bitch, would the ikevamp boyos date someone who’s similar to their wives??

IkeVamp Boys + MC Similar To Their Wife PT2

PART 1

Would they date MC to their wives? In this part 2, I am going to put it in a context of yes and no, but because I am just a fan of yandere [and because I want to], I imagine some of the boys turning yandere for the MC. I will put a "- Yandere" next to those who I have written as a yandere.

To put it simply, everyone has a different ending. Part 1 is here.

Also, my friend @incorrectikesenquotes . Here isi the angst girl. 

Warning: Yandere behaviour, controlling behaviour, ANGST

Napoleon Bonaparte - Building Relationship

His desires only grew ever so deeper every time he sees you. Sometimes he just wants to have you for the night, reminding himself of the sultry, seductive letters he'd send to Josephine

You felt so unsettled being around Napoleon, you immediately went to Comte when you felt Napoleon's stares bothered you too much

"YN… In Napoleon's eyes, you share similarities to his previous wife, Josephine."

Sebastian was in the room as well, explaining Napoleon's relationship with his previous wife

"I don't feel comfortable around him Comte… He…"

Comte pitied you, after all, he didn't mean to bring you over here

"I will be here when you talk to Napoleon. This will be addressed."

You and Napoleon talked it out, and Napoleon sincerely apologised for his actions

You, Sebastian and Napoleon did grow closer afterwards, and Napoleon slowly began to see how different you were from Josephine

Somehow… He still couldn't get this loving feeling out of his chest

He doesn't know how to confront this. How can he tell you how he felt?

He didn't want you to think he loves you because you're similar to Josephine

His lust for you does calm down and instead is replaced for admiration

As your time to go home grows near, he knows he'd regret it if he doesn't tell you

When he confesses in your room, you asked him one question

"Do you love me because I look like Josephine or do you love me because I am myself?"

He kneels down, kissing your hand. "It's only you. Josephine may be gone, but she has allowed me to love once again," He said, looking up at you. "Please, I wish to love and be loved again with you."

You hesitated, telling him you needed time to think

He accepted, willing to wait his eternal life for you

You two may have started on a rough note, but the melody only ever gets sweeter with every passing moment between you and Napoleon

Arthur Conan Doyle - Goodbye

You were very curious why Arthur called you Jean when you first met

Theo eventually broke out the secret to you, "He thinks of his second wife Jean when he sees you."

To be honest, you were a little creeped out that you were similar to his wife and you even pitied Arthur

You tried to stay away from Arthur, not wanting to make him sad

Arthur fell even deeper into his sick twisted way of thinking when you came along

Your attitude wasn't helping either

He didn't want to come near you either, not wanting to soil Jean with his filthy, dirty self and his poisonous way of thinking

The only times you  interacted was during breakfast. Even then, Arthur would not talk to you

He knows you and Jean are different people… and yet…

You were someone who was never meant to be involved, and you deserved to stay that way. A stranger to him

He saw you interact with the other residents, how close you were, how they made you laugh

Despite his burning envy, he would not act out

If the world was so cruel, then so be it

He dreaded the day you were scheduled to leave

As you said your goodbyes to everyone, Arthur hugged you one last time

Knowing he needed this, you hugged back

All he'd remember was your back turned to him as you walked through that door

He should let you go. You deserved to be free

Not chained by him. He loved you too much to keep you here with him, and he loved you too much to tell you his feelings

Dazai Osamu - Slow Burn

As much as he swore to avoid you, he couldn't help but watch over you

He follows your usual schedule, finding the little moments of excitement in your routine and taking them as his own happy moments

He knows you're not Michiko. He knows

But he can't help but hope that you could save him

It was his own torture, watching you enjoy yourself. He wanted to be a part of that

He can't fathom his own feelings if you fall for someone else in the mansion

He'd rather you go back and disappear from his life

He wasn't sure if he wanted to tell you how he felt

A major factor was that he wasn't sure if he loved you because you reminded him of Michiko or he loved you for you

Dazai only knew there was an attraction for you in his heart he'd never share

That feeling burned every night, every morning and every waking hour he was aware of

It hurt more when he sees you falling in love with someone

He almost wanted to steal you away, but he wasn't angry

It wasn't your fault. It was his

It was always his

That's why everyone he ever loved left him

Dazai himself doesn’t believe you would ever love him back

In that mindset, there's no point in confessing to you

The only difference was that he can't end his life to escape his problems

Theodorus Van Gogh - Heavy Regrets

He isn't over Johanna at all, realising how selfish he was for leaving her alone when he died

Theo has this sense of duty whenever he sees you, voicing out his opinions more openly with you when he wasn't avoiding you

Vincent had apologised to you both for causing confusion

Theo does avoid you, but not in a harmful way

At first, he wouldn't consider dating you

But then… he notices how much he himself was attracted to you

And he notices how much Vincent is attracted to you as well

Maybe the aspect of being the reminder of his departed wife threw you off from getting close to Theo

You and Vincent had bonded over how to make Theo feel better

But in the midst of the pseudo-flirting, you two forgot about Theo

Little compliments turned into appreciation as you two fell in love

Theo, in all honesty, doesn't mind someone as good as you dating Vincent 

But… It hurts

It hurts bad

The two people he'd love in his life, Vincent and Johanna, more so you, falling in love and leaving him

If it were anyone else, he'd probably get driven to taking you away

But… it's Vincent

He can't do that

His own dilemma was killing him

He should be happy right?

Right?....

Maybe this was his punishment for leaving you behind

If that was so, he'd happily accept it

Even if it  killed him

He'd watch Vincent and you walk ahead on life, as he drowns in his own regrets

He wants to be the one with you, but he doesn't deserve you

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart - Remembering

He was in despair the moment he saw you walk out

Despite you not being Constanze, he can't help but get jealous

Seeing you comfortably talk with Sebastian and Comte made his blood boil

He locked himself in his room for many days, leaving empty bottles out his door

Every day, he'd play a part of his Grosse Messe, wishing Constanze was there to sing with his music

He'd lost all inspiration of composing music

He couldn't handle being starved of writing, so he demanded you go to his room

"Sing."

"What?"

Mozart gets on knees, pleading, "Please… Sing. Sing anything, but please… Sing."

As you hum to a song, Mozart's soft face starts to blend into background as you see yourself in a lavish Baroque party

More flashes kept coming but it was all you and Mozart

As you woke to your senses, you had a single tear down your eye as you realised who you were

"Hello my Wolf…"

"Constanze-!"

No words came as Mozart brought you to a kiss full of relief and love

As you ended the passionate kiss, you explained, "I'm still YN, but Constanze is a part of me as her memories are. I was brought to love you."

From all the hardships, he thought it was worth it

He takes time to marry you, but he has full intention of marrying you

Time and death had no standing in your union, and it was never going to change the beautiful melodies you two would create together

Comte Saint Germain - Yandere

You were overwhelmed with the amount of attention you were receiving from Comte

Shopping in itself was tiring, in addition to almost spending every single meal with him

You, however, didn't complain much since Comte was the man who'd bring you home. Or so you thought…

As you sat together, enjoying afternoon tea, you took the courage to ask Comte, "Can we not go shopping today? I'm quite tired…"

Oh no… you have to follow him. His Comtesse deserves the best

Comte's spoiling of you convinces him that he shouldn't let you go home

He puts down his teacup, reaching his hand to put over yours. "Ma cherie, let this be the last trip. I swear."

He had brought you to the jeweller's, and asked you what your favourite gemstone was. You told him, and he picked out a nice bracelet for you

"When can I go home?"

"Tomorrow, ma cherie, is when it will all change."

You got excited, thinking he was going to send you home

The next morning, you found a package at the foot of your bed with a dress and a pair of shoes

You opened the package to find a wedding dress and a note from Comte, with instructions to wear the dress

Ma cherie, I can't wait to see you in the church. Wearing the dress would make me so happy.

In this message, you realised he'd never send you back

The knock from your door that startled you came from Leonardo

He had come to collect you. He had helped you arranged your hair, "I'm sorry none of us can help you…" He explained, "He was the one who sired them after all."

In all honesty, this was the prettiest you'd ever been

Comte thinks so too

"Finally… you are my Comtesse," He says, kissing you after his vows. "For the rest of our lives…"

Just love him, it makes it easier

William Shakespeare - Yandere

William does not let you go. He even disobeys Comte just to keep you in his arms

You were so sick of it once that you slapped William across the face

"I am not Anne!" You yelled at him, tears running down your cheeks. "Let me go… I'm not her…"

He pauses, holding his cheek in his hand

"YN… I'm sorry…"

You stopped in your tracks, taking in what Will said

"William I-"

"No no… you aren't Anne," He said. "I'll protect you. Oh I will… Anne couldn't…"

He locks you up in his room, but he doesn't touch you

Will wants you to beg for his touch

Oh… How he can't control his lust around you

Dating you is out of the question

He'd skip that shenanigan and you'd marry him instead

Why wouldn't you? You're so perfect… so pure

The world doesn't deserve someone like you and Anne

He'd make sure to hide you away, right in his arms

And right in his arms is where you'd stay as he bites and drinks from you

[unearthly-space]

Lenny X Sean; Teaching Sean to read headcanons

Can this writing even be classified as headcanons? I got a little carried away. My apologies. Also - slight spoilers ahead.

Lenny found out Sean couldn’t read when he overheard the latter criticizing Mary-Beth’s love of books one night while drunk in Horseshoe Overlook.

“I jus’ don’ get it, Mary-Beth. What’s so in’eresting in those there pages that’s better than the world around ya? I never learned ta read and I’m all the more worldly for it. You should get your nose outta those books before you run into a fence and realize ten years have passed.”

Since then, Lenny has been pestering and pestering Sean about teaching him to read, not letting up no matter how many times Sean tries to rebuff him.

“Everyone should know how to read. Hosea and Abigail have been teaching Jack. Maybe they could help you too.”

“No way in Hell, boyo. I’ve been doing fine wit’out reading up till now and I don’ need ta start now, so just leave me alone.”

Lenny refuses to give up and he makes it known to Sean that he’s not letting it go anytime soon. Sean slowly begins to cave into Lenny’s incessant pestering about teaching him to read.

“Why won’t ya give up on me already? I ain’t worth it, Lenny. Just leave me alone. I’m sure dere is someone else here who you can teach instead.”

“You are worth it Sean, and I won’t ever give up on you.”

Sean doesn’t know what to say to those words, just drinks his beer instead of answering.

Sean finally agrees to try one lesson with Lenny and the two sit down at one of the camp tables away from the others.

“Look, see? S E A N. Sean.” Lenny spells out Sean’s name and sounds it out for the Irishman to hear as he used his pencil to point at .each letter.

“S E A N.” Sean struggled to replicate Lenny’s perfect handwriting, his own writing of his name much too big and lopsided with too much spacing between letters.

“Not bad for a first try, Sean.” Lenny smiled at the other in encouragement, but it only irritated Sean more.

“It’s not for me, I tried. Now I’m done.” Lenny’s smile dropped when Sean stood and marched away to the lean-to tent he shared with the Reverend.

After that first lesson, Sean begins to avoid Lenny for a good week despite the camp having virtually no privacy. Lenny tries to have a conversation with Sean with little effect. He ends up cornering the redhead on the edge of their camp, only to catch him while he’s taking a drunken piss.

“Sean, just try.”

“I did-*hic*-try. Now leave meh alone. I’m pissin’ here.”

“You’ve been avoiding me.”

“So what if I have?”

“Why?”

Sean grumbles and tucks himself away, turning away from the tree and crossing his arms.

“I like your face, and your kindness, and your hope. I like ya and it pisses me off, so fuck you and fuck your books and paper.”

“You...like...me?” It was a good thing it was dark or Lenny might have died from the embarrassed flush on his cheeks.

“Are ya deaf?” Neither says anything any more and Sean stumbles away, picking up another drink as he went.

Lenny needed to think.

They do end up continuing the reading lessons, but not for another few weeks and, by that time, the camp had been moved to Clemens Point. The horror show in Valentine and the move distracting everyone. Sean is surprisingly the one to bring it up again, asking Lenny in an embarrassment.

“You’re doing better. I knew you’d be a fast learner.” Lenny wouldn’t tell Sean how proud he was, it might just scare the man away from their lessons.

“Shuddup, you don’ know nothing but what you know.”

“What does that even mean?”

“It means shut the fuck up teach me how to spell Karen’s name.”

Lenny laughs a little at that and they keep practicing.

Eventually, Lenny brings a book of poems to one of their lessons and it would soon be the first literary piece Sean would practice reading.

“My life had stood...a looo-load-”

“Loaded.”

“Loaded.” Sean repeats and continues. “Gun. In cor-corn-corners, till a day. The owner pass-ssed, id...iden..."

“Identified, Sean. You’re doing great, read the next few lines and we can stop for the day.”

“And carry-carried me away.” Sean would squint a glare as he growled out words, trying to sound them out and say them without asking for help. Stubborn baby boy.

“Keep going, you got it.”

“And now...we roam in sov-rei-gn woods, and now we hu-hunt the doe, and every time I speak for Hiiim, the moun-tains s-str-straight reply.”

“That was great Sean, we’ll finish the poem next time.”

“Can I go now?”

From there, Lenny just about manages to make Sean sit through a half-hour lesson almost every-day. They both never brought up the drunken confession (if it could be called that) since it happened until they finished one of their lessons and Sean (in Sean fashion), blurted out -

“Back...back at Horseshoe, I mean’ what I said. I liked, still do like, your face and how nice ya are and how giving ya are. You, Dutch and Hosea are de only people who’ve never given up on me. Just, t’ank you Lenny.”

“Sean-”

“I know, I know. I’m going-”

Lenny grabbed him and shut the redhead up with a quick and chaste kiss. “Your turn to shut up.”

“Will...will do.”

They keep their relationship a secret, of course, and continue the reading lessons. Lenny once took a spare tent and grabbed some pillows and blankets from their tents to set up a little make-shift hideaway in the woods surrounding Clemens Point. Not too far away from camp, but far enough to give them privacy. Lenny nabbed Sean right after dinner and showed him.

“Wh-What’s dis now, boyo? Got some’ting interesting in mind?”

“Not in that way, you pervert. Get in, we’re going to read together.”

“We’re...what?”

“Or I could read, and you could listen?”

They ended up laying in the tent with Sean’s head on Lenny’s chest as the younger man read a book aloud to him in the quiet night.

Lenny starts reading to Sean more often after that night, usually after dark and away from the others.

“You like it.”

“Shudup, ye old sop.”

Sean secretly loves listening to Lenny’s voice, but won’t ever admit it.

Arthur Morgan and Charles Smith knew about their whole relationship before they even knew.

Sean really does learn fast, and finished reading his first (albeit short) book not long before he has to leave the camp with Bill and Micah to meet Arthur in Rhodes. He kisses Lenny goodbye, the horses hiding them from view.

“I’ll see ya soon, boyo. Now don’t feel too lonely wit’out your MacGuire around to keep you company.”

“Be careful, at least. You can be such a hothead.”

“Ay, but I’m your hothead. I promise to be careful.”

“You’re lucky I love you.”

“I love you too, and when I’m back, ye can help me read a new book or, maybe, read that new one ye got to me?”

Sean’s body was brought back instead, thrown over the back of Bill’s horse like a ragdoll. The camp was heartbroken, but none more so than Lenny Summers. The book he had grabbed when hearing someone announce their arrival fell from his hands. It was the new one he planned on reading with Sean.

“Sean...you promised….”

For the remainder of his short life, Lenny never did read that book, nor did he read to anyone else. He only read when he couldn’t avoid it. What was the point without Sean? When he felt that bullet tear through him in Saint Denis, he almost smiled at the thought of seeing Sean again.

“Just one more time,” was his final thought as he took his last breath on that rooftop.

[imaginedhaven]

reluctantly rooming, Fenrys and Lorcan teasing Rowan about his FeEliNgS for Aelin?

A true deleted scene instead of a rewrite! While Aelin is avoiding talking to Rowan, what’s going on in his world? The answer... probably won’t shock you, lol.

“So, when are we going to see your girlfriend again?”

Rowan frowned. “Fenrys, I don’t have a girlfriend. Besides, we have actual work to do.”

Unfortunately, though, Lorcan seemed to be in a mood to indulge Fenrys’ line of questioning. “No, we still have a few minutes before the meeting actually starts. So if you don’t have a girlfriend, who was that at the party?”

Rowan shifted uncomfortably. “That was my roommate, Aelin. And I’m sure she told you both that when she was dancing with both of you at that party, so why are we talking about this?”

“Well, I don’t know,” Fenrys drawled. “I’m not sure I believe you. You kiss all your roommates like that?”

Rowan felt a spark of irritation, but he knew the golden-haired man beside him was expecting an angry overreaction. So instead he leaned back in his chair and smirked. “Only one way to find out, boyo. Want me to move in with you instead?”

Fenrys let out a startled laugh. “I don’t know about that plan, Rowan, I only have one bed.”

“Sure that isn’t part of your secret plan to lure in and woo a roommate? It seems to be a mainstay in the manuscripts you give me to edit for you.”

Lorcan smoothly cut into the conversation then. “Vaughan and Connall will be here any moment, and we’ll be starting then. I suggest you take this time to compose yourselves and start acting like professionals instead of… whatever you are.”

~*~*~

While I’m not taking prompts anymore for my 250 follower celebration, this was written as part of that! I hope you guys had as much fun as I did!

There will be one more short like this, one slightly longer piece from Hot Professors, and the much-requested Bathtub Scene from Reluctantly Rooming coming up!

[ontowanderlust]

Vow., n.

“They really went all out for this drama huh?” She couldn’t help the awe spilling from her lips as she looked around the studio set.

“Pretty cool, huh?” He agreed as he took her hand as he guided her away from the throng of rushing assistants, make up artists, and highly-caffeinated-but-still-not-enough-caffeine-in-their-system directors, leading her towards off site. “Savin told me they really want this drama to happen so they hired only the best out of the best.” Kiro explained, never leaving his attention away from the direction they were taking.

“Well if you’re starring in it, it’s really got the best out of the best!” She cheered, nudging his shoulder as she kept up with him. “So where are you taking me, oh great one? You finally made up your mind to murder little old me?” She couldn’t help the giggle coming out of her lips as soon as the words came out of her mouth, smiling widely at his feigned scandalized expression.

“Kill a beautiful lady?” He gasped, placing his free hand on his chest. “Duh. So what’s your last words gonna be, gorgeous?”

“Please don’t kill me?” She asked weakly to which earned her a small laugh from him, effectively breaking character.

“Wow. You sure convinced me, Miss Chips.” He laughed, ruffling her head. “Who would want to kill a cutie face like my Miss Chips? Only people who are heartless, it would seem!”

“Uh.. Kiro, murderers are heartless people.”

“You don’t know that!”

She let out a small laugh, making him grin at her. “So, where did you bring me?”

He blinked as he wildly gestured at the grand cathedral in front of them, flailing his arms as if he was showcasing a brand new house instead of the stunning architecture behind him. “Ta-daaaaaaaa!!!”

She couldn’t help the bulging of her eyes out of its sockets as she marveled at the centuries old infrastructure, her eyes sweeping through the intricate design of the façade.

“How...on earth have I missed this?” She asked, turning to her companion, eyes wide in wonder.

“The cathedral was part of the set. The entire production team really put a lot of budget just to book this since they needed some fancy looking church for the setting of the drama. But wait til you see the inside!” He explained as he offered her his hand, warmth spreading through him as she took it without hesitation, letting him guide her inside.

If she thought that the façade was grand af, clearly means she hadn’t seen the interior.

The high ceilings were covered with immaculate paintings decorated by strategically placed dimmed light chandeliers.

The sunlight peeking through one of the arches making the place even more ethereal and just up front, a large stained glass was placed, bearing witness to the ceremony being held.

Wait a moment- ceremony?

She turned her head sharply towards her companion, silently gesturing towards what seemed to be a wedding and how they just seemingly crashed it...unintentionally.

“Did you know there was a wedding taking place?” She hissed.

“Of course,” he had the gall to let out a small quiet laugh, poking her puffed cheek. “Why else do you think I’ve got the free time to show you around? We’re supposed to shoot the scene in the cathedral but well...”

Her nose crinkled in annoyance to which he felt so he placed a placating hand on her shoulders. “Oh relax, Miss Chips. It’s not like we’re disrupting the wedding by our presence. Look, they didn’t even know we’re here.” He fired excuses off, relaxing when he saw his methods working on her.

“Besides, don’t you want to explore this majestic church and appreciate its beauty?”

She let out a small smile, turning her gaze back to the arches. “I do,” she sighed, prompting Kiro to glance at her, smile creeping across his lips as he watched her in awe.

“I do too.” His voice was low and quiet as if he was whispering a secret to her.

The moment shared between them was shattered as the presiding priest’s voice became loud and booming- his words echoing throughout the entire place, dousing them both in ice cold water.

“I now pronounce you husband and wife, you may now kiss the bride.”

The priest’s blessing wasn’t for them. That much, they knew.

But for some reason, the air shifted between them- both wanting nothing more than to be swallowed by the ground- all because of their impeccable timing.

A moment passed before he cleared his throat, earning her attention despite her not looking him at the eye. The air shifted around them, that they both couldn’t deny. And it’s all because of one simple sentence.

“Well,” he drawled, knowing she won’t make the first move. Scratching the back of his head, he turned to her with a small smirk on his lips. “We can’t really defy a priest now, can we?”

Her breathing hitched as her eyes widened at the implication of his words.

Surely he’s not suggesting... but casting one look at him, she knew he would never suggest such thing in the first place if he doesn’t mean it.

Because if there’s anything Kiro’s good at, it’s being consistent with his words and actions.

“We really can’t, can we?” She threw his words back at him, taking a step closer until she breached his personal space, her eyes momentarily flicking towards his lips- an action he hadn’t missed. “No backsies?”

“No backsies.” His words were sure and true before diving down to claim her lips with his.

The world around them seemingly vanish as she became hyperaware of how soft his lips were and how he tasted like heaven and...cotton candy?

She could feel his arms wrapping around her as the world suddenly spun, finding her knee bending involuntarily as Kiro supported her weight, tongue deftly swiping across her lips, making her gasp at the sudden feeling of his tongue entangling with hers, leaving fluttering feeling inside her guts.

They broke the kiss after what seemed like a lifetime, foreheads leaning as they meet each other’s dazed gazes.

“No backsies,” his voice came out breathy and rough as he repeated their words earlier. “It seems you’re stuck with me now, wifey.”

“And you’re stuck with me now as well, hubby.” She teased before promising she won’t take back what she had done.

They both knew the priest’s blessing wasn’t of value but for a moment, it’s nice to pretend this was all for them- the grand cathedral and the intimate wedding.

They knew their relationship is young and not enough to warrant a lifetime vow but they will get there. Gradually but surely.

After all, no backsies.

Can I just say...mobile Tumblr is a pain in the neck??? I had to manually edit everything per line and I’m like??? I just want these to be smaller fonts! Why are you making me go through hell?? Oh but on the side note, I managed to spot the lines that needed some re-phrasing soooo in a way, it helped? Not really.

Anyway. Henlo! This right here is a joy to write. I enjoyed the light-heartedness and just the plain ole fluff that surrounds this prompt. Which! I may add that the idea came off a fanfic I’ve read years ago  and I really wanted to write how would Kiro respond to such situation.

I enjoy writing for Kiro- be it fluff or angst. He’s a best boyo. I like writing for all suitors- I just feel like I should give more love to him cause it’s his birth week and not much people requests for him. I could try writing for Helios but... I dunno if it will be good.

As always, send in some prompts!

MLQC Dictionary; Masterlist

[hopefulstarfire]

Watta Plays: Dragon Quest Starter Sentences

So. One of my best friends has his own YouTube channel. And to show my support and to get his channel out there because if anyone deserves a spotlight, it's him, I figured why not bring in some highlights as sentence starters for people? Useable for writing prompts and rp purposes! Please feel free to reblog, change pronouns as needed and please go check out my buddy Watta Plays!

This may/will contain spoilers from Dragon Quest XI S. This post also covers quotes from episodes 1-12 of the playthrough.

"Oh, that's not odd."

"Oh, okay! Okay! Just a couple of Headless Horsemen! Nothing to be afraid of, nothing to worry about, just....oh boy."

"Hey, isn't that the guy from Smash Bros?"

"You're not nearly as important as that doggo, I am so sorry."

"That doggo requires my attention."

"I'm gonna love it here. I'm home."

"You made me talk to you for irrelevant information. You're first on The List."

"Aw, come on! They're not monsters! They're just...little blobs of joy and happiness!"

"Ah, medicinal -- medicinal herbs -- right, yeah. Yes, yes, medicinal. Strictly medicinal purposes, those herbs. Yes. Understood. Understandable. Have a nice day."

"You're uh...you're not the strongest fighter...are you."

"Is this town just a cult?"

"This music tells me Boss Fight."

"Oh this is some Sly Cooper shit right here."

"This music is giving me some anxiety."

"No, no, no we're going to worry about that now! What the hell was that? No, no, we're not going to wait until later. You tell me what that is, you tell me what that is right now!"

"(Name)? (Name)! You can't leave me like that!"

"There was no Christopher Columbus. He was a lie. A big fat phony."

"Excuse the what now?"

"I know I've been making a lot of Zelda references, but..."

"This isn't gonna be like Kingdom Hearts, where I take a ride to the island and I never see or hear from you again, right?"

"This is triggering a lot of my danger alarms."

"You know my memory is as foggy as those wind spirits up there."

"Let me get this straight. You tell me not to spend it all in one place, and direct me to the exact place in which I can spend it all in one place?"

"So I have to confess my sins to save the game."

"Can we go back to the part where you found me in a river??"

"Aw, sweetie. I've already forgotten you."

"I certainly hope I don't end up regretting that."

"What's so great about the pendant?"

"They've got four chandeliers and a balcony. If that's not fancy, I don't know what is."

"Oh, I already don't like you, friend."

"Why do I have a feeling he's going to slaughter everyone there?"

"Making a racket WILL help me!"

"You're gonna free me, right? You're not gonna kill me, yeah??"

"How long were you in there to dig that big of a hole?"

"Guess I should have accepted those quests before I became public enemy number one."

"Where the hell is that organ music coming from?"

"The rule of three doesn't matter here, don't give me a rule of three!"

"I don't wanna be Kentucky Fried Hero!"

"I would rather not be impaled today, thank you."

"I can't go back to the slammer! I did my time! ...Except that I didn't do my time."

"I think your brain map is kind of out of date."

"Can you just carry me? I need you to carry me."

"Damn, those archers scare the shit out of me."

"Famous last words; I'm gonna be fine."

"I thought it was gonna be a little secret chest alcove, I didn't think he was gonna be there!"

"You said you got jailed a year ago, do you think it's still there?"

"I bet you there's some regret in there."

"So guard boy likes money...oh, and hot singles in your area."

"I still don't trust him. Never trust a merchant. Then again, never trust big money."

"Why are appearing everywhere I go?? And in the most random places?"

"His eyes follow me. Oh, I don't like that. I don't like that at all. I'm getting out of here, I'm not dealing with that."

"Welp, I guess we're heading out at night. That's a spooky thought."

"Now I'm really gonna wish I had that sword."

"It's fine! Kid's not dead! All is good!"

"It's the hot single in our area!"

"Alright, you and me, (name), against the world! Or, rather...against...the government?"

"Oh God, what the hell are you!?"

"I hope that's not gonna come back to bite me in the ass."

"Screw it! Screw it! We'll just fight everything not super dangerous along the way!"

"I don't wanna risk him living to see another day."

"Discount goods??? Discount goods!!!"

"Oh, get a little pep in your step, buddy!"

"The pep is real!!"

"Don't antagonize them! You, like -- you almost died!!"

"What are these little goblinoid things??"

"It's hideous! But...yet...I'm intrigued."

"That's definitely not a good thing, but goddamn if it isn't funny."

"Everything went perfectly, according to plan! Everything!"

"Poor lumberjack doggo."

"Oh, WE'RE the cheeky devils??"

"OKAY, so he's got multi target attacks and he uses fire! Good to know, good to know."

"He'll die by my hand!! MY HAND!!"

"Is that a cow?? What's a cow doing here???"

"TALKING COW! TALKING COW! WHAT THE HELL!? TALKING COW!?"

"Also money. Don't forget money. I would like some money."

"Yeah, I know, my hair is marvelous and magnificent."

"I mean, I'm fine with it if you wanna stay here and praise me for the ends of all eternity. I'm perfectly fine with that."

"O, great angel of the church, I murdered a man today."

"I murdered a demon in cold blood. That's probably a good thing. That's probably what God would want me to do but, you know."

"I'm about to make pulled pork outta these guys."

"Everything's fine. Nobody's dead today."

"Holy shit, did I travel back in time!?"

"I was joking when I said I'd forget about you guys!"

"I don't think I need to confess my sins this time."

"Yeah, I joked about it a lot, so maybe that why it hurts, but..."

"Third rule of RPGs: always check behind the waterfalls."

"You'd think that living this close to a river, or to a lake or something, they would have taught you how to swim."

"Sorry (name), we're gonna leave you in my dust."

"I don't wanna have to look up a guide for something this stupid."

"Holy shit, I'M the heir to the throne!?"

"But, (name), grudges are the best things to bear! It's so fun to bear a grudge!"

"I need revenge, man."

"When you say rightfully yours...you mean that you rightfully stole it."

"Let's teach those assholes a lesson!"

"What a perfect time to raid a government facility for an item that was once stolen, that we're now stealing again."

"You're gonna carry me through this dungeon, right?"

"Oh, it's just a corpse."

"Oh, you're not tricky devils. You're just little devils."

"I don't know what that is, but I gotta fight it."

"How deep does this thing go?? It's like a fucking pyramid in here."

"Hell yeah! We're not dying today, boyos!!"

"He's actually rabid, oh no."

"Kinda unfortunate, but, I mean, I'll take it."

"That wad quite a teleport, young man."

"I have stolen his secret stash!!"

"I don't know if my heart can handle another chase scene!"

"Why are they hiding a dragon under the capital? Like, seriously?"

"Hello, snail!"

"This party is an equal opportunity provider."

"Come down here so I can smack ya ass."

"You're not Minotaur Man! You're an imposter!"

"This is a bar. I don't think this is where I'm supposed to be."

"That's why they sound so weird! They're speaking in haiku!"

"This dude has seen some shit."

"I'm ready for my indoctrination, Mr. Cult Leader."

[ashleybenlove]

Title: The Magic of Yelling at Spitelout

Prompt: Yelling at Parent or Guardian

Summary: Hiccup yells at Spitelout to do something and he does it! Also, Hiccup gets tried for murder and witchcraft!

Fandom: How To Train Your Dragon

Pairing: None

Word Count: 875

Rating: Teen

Warnings: character death, telling someone to die, child abuse

Disclaimer: I don’t own the source material in this fanfic. That’s to whatever company or person owns it. I would never claim to own it.

Notes: There are probable influences from fandom and whatnot in this story. This fic is based off a scene in The Golden Girls episode It’s A Miserable Life written by Barry Fanaro and Mort Nathan where Rose yells at someone to “drop dead”, and then the person does. IMDB summary for the episode. (Five of my sentences are similar to lines in the episode.) Shoutout to @flurbejurbvondurp​ for suggesting the twins have magic related Hiccup opinions, and to @trash-aged-like-fine-wine​ who suggested the witchcraft and trial stuff in this post, both of which I used. Written For Banned Together Bingo 2020 @bannedtogetherbingo2020​ ​​​for the space “Yelling at Parent or Guardian”. This takes place after Race to the Edge. This is also on AO3.

And it is below.

Upon seeing Spitelout walk into the Great Hall, Hiccup growled under his breath, which attracted the attention of both Toothless and Astrid, who were sitting closest to him.

 Toothless looked up at Hiccup, while Astrid said, “Did you just growl?” There was a pause and then she said, “Oh.”

 It was no secret to Astrid that Hiccup had absolutely no affection for Spitelout. This was a tribesman he deeply disliked. Hated even. Yeah, hated was a great word to put it.

 “What?” Snotlout asked from across the table.

 “Nothing,” Hiccup said gently.

 “Ah, boyo, there you are!” Spitelout exclaimed, when he finally reached their table.

 Hiccup growled under his breath again. Astrid could feel Hiccup tense at Spitelout being here.

 Astrid saw Snotlout tense and her own dislike of Spitelout made her breathe out hard through her nose like a very angry dragon.

 “Hi, dad,” Snotlout said, nervously.

 “Boyo, come sit with the Jorgensons. You should be sitting with your clan!” Spitelout exclaimed.

 And then Spitelout placed his hand heavily but briefly on Snotlout’s shoulder.

 Hiccup growled, loudly. Enough that he was heard.

 Not enough that Spitelout made a note of that.

 Snotlout said nervously, “No, thanks, dad. I’m already eating with my friends.”

 Spitelout scoffed.

 “Nonsense,” Spitelout said. “You can come sit with your family!”

 Spitelout put his hand on Snotlout’s shoulder again.

 “Hey, asshole!” Hiccup exclaimed, finally having enough. He said it quite loudly, not caring that everyone in the Hall would be able to hear him.

 “Yeah, you,” Hiccup said, directly to Spitelout. He even pointed sharply at Spitelout. “First of all, remove your hand from Snotlout’s shoulder. Now.”

 He said this forcefully, sharply, and a growl was very apparent.

 During the pause while Hiccup waited for Spitelout to remove his hand, he noticed that the Hall’s general noise level had decreased. Spitelout removed his hand and then placed it on his own chest.

 Finally, Hiccup spoke again, “Why don’t you listen to your child properly for a change? He said he didn’t want to sit with your sorry excuse for a parent. Snotlout is perfectly fine sitting with a group of people who love and accept him for who he is. And if you don’t like that, you can just drop dead. Leave us.”

 Spitelout looked shocked by this, but started to walk away. Hiccup had begun to continue to eat his meal when there was a loud crash and sounds of gasping nearby. He noticed the twins (who flanked Snotlout on the other side of the table) shoot up immediately at this.

 Hiccup saw his own father rush over to the spot causing the commotion.

 “What happened?” Hiccup asked.

 “You know when you told Spitelout to drop dead?” Tuffnut asked.

 “Yeah?” Hiccup said.

 “I think he did!” Tuffnut exclaimed, sounding very enthusiastic about the whole thing.

 “Bro, I told you! Hiccup is a wizard!” Ruffnut exclaimed. This was said far too loudly.

 “Shh!” Fishlegs said.

 “Guys, shut up!” Astrid said, sharply.

 “Spitelout Jorgenson is dead!” Stoick announced, projecting his voice loud enough for the whole Hall to hear him.

 Hiccup was suddenly aware of a whole village’s worth of people staring at him. Hiccup could have sworn he heard polite clapping.

 “Well done, lad!” someone shouted. “He was a jerk!”

 “Stoick, your son is a wizard!” another person exclaimed.  

 “Uh, that was a coincidence!” Hiccup exclaimed.

 “Mm hmm,” Tuffnut said, but said in a way that was humoring Hiccup and not believing him.

 “Shut up, Tuffnut!” Astrid whispered.

 “Are we supposed to have a trial for this?” someone asked.

 “I mean, we’re all already here!” exclaimed another one.

 Toothless made a questioning noise at Hiccup, as if asking him, “Hey, do you wanna flee? You kinda look like you wanna flee.”

 Hiccup instead placed his hand on Toothless’s nose.

 “Can I stay seated or…?” Hiccup asked.

 “You’re fine where you are, lad,” Gobber said, having chosen to stand up and stand near Hiccup. “Let’s get this nonsense over with.” He then spoke to the Hall: “The way I see it, Hiccup was merely telling Spitelout to leave Snotlout alone and to respect his say on the matter, what Spitelout chose to do after that, the dying, is on Spitelout.”

 Astrid was the first one to shout, “Agreed!”

 Toothless on Hiccup’s other side roared in agreement.

 There were numerous other Hooligan tribe members expressing their agreement with this.

 The twins had managed to get several people to agree that Hiccup indeed was at least witchcraft-adjacent.

 Five and a half minutes after the trial had started, it was over.

 “So, it looks like the tribe finds Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III guilty of both murder and witchcraft with regards to Spitelout Jorgenson,” Stoick said. “But the tribe is fairly happy about this.”

 A pause while multiple people exclaimed things:

 “Again, he was a jerk! Good riddance!”

 “I’m quite happy to be a widow! Hiccup did me a favor!”

 “Hiccup is a good lad!”

 A dragon roar from a certain Night Fury.

 “So, there is technically no sentence for either,” Stoick continued. “Just the tribe’s gratitude, and it seems like we are not concerned with Hiccup’s association with witchcraft, so that sentence is waived.”

 “Hiccup being magic is awesome!” Tuffnut exclaimed.

 The tribe cheered.