#but it just keeps getting worse and if it's like this now what will ot be like when im older

[briefcasejuice]

i don't have a continuous/relentless internal monologue in the way people usually describe it but i am always thinking about something

[madowperle]

I've reached the nervous breakdown because of ants in the house level

[going-to-ikea-for-the-fries]

Temporary Fix! || skirt chaser!Johnny

Rating: E Words: 4.1K~ CW: smut smut smut, a bit of BAD dirty talking, oral sex (m!receiving), protected piv sex, breath play (if you squint), praise kink (lots of 'that's it' + 1 'good girl'). Tags: afab!reader, fat/chubby!reader, you/your pronouns, one-night stand but more like one-week stand. Summary: Johnny's a dog who can't keep it in his pants. a/n: this is for my chubby gals and also for my @crashtestbunny because I wanted her to be able to read this and not have the previous cheating plot in place.

The thing about soldiers… Is that they tend to have lovers. As in, for as long as they stay deployed in a country, they’re bound to get themselves a toy they can have a shag with. Sometimes it’s prostitutes. Sometimes it’s regular women.

This is a lot more common for enlisted soldiers in the Army. The types that get deployed for 9 to 18 months at a time when they're very young, fighting in a war that keeps them far away from home for so long that they “can’t help” but seek affection from local women.

But that’s not to mean Special Forces soldiers, especially those kept on ‘stand by’, always ready for a quick deployment that, at most, lasts a month or two, don’t do it. They do.

John Alistair MacTavish is a grown man, not one of those young lads of 18, recently out basic, who need a whole to bury their cock in or else they'll die. But you wouldn’t think that, seeing as he's constantly seeking out action on the side.

He goes on and on about how childish those stupid recruits are, about some of his old mates who'd shag anything that walks... Only to then leave base with his team to end up at some bar or club in civvy clothes, find a nice bird or bloke (he’s not picky) and go home with them.

A hypocrite, any normal person would call him, a womanizer, a skirt chaser, a player... He’s not above calling himself that. But sometimes he just needs to decompress! That's his excuse anyway. Decompressing. Letting out pent-up aggression. Orgasms are great stress-relievers...

And as useful as his fist is, he’s not a sixteen-year-old anymore, rubbing one out in his bathroom during a quick shower. That just doesn’t cut it anymore. If he has the option to shag someone, why wouldn’t he?

Now that he’s in the 141, the philandering just gets much worse. Whenever they have downtime on a foreign location somewhere, a night free before they return to England, or a night before they get the go-ahead to go on a mission, what have you… He’s out getting himself a shag.

And, worse of all, he brings Gaz along. 

Gaz doesn’t have the same issue, unlike Johnny, he can actually contain himself. Maybe that makes Gaz a bit bad too, because he knows that Soap has a tendency to chase like they owe him money... And he still enables him. He still goes out with his mate and they both get wasted and laid without a care. 

Maybe Gaz doesn’t think it’s his place to intervene, or maybe he just doesn’t care enough to.

Camaraderie and all.

That’s how they ended up in a club downtown, flashing lights all around them, loud reggaeton playing through the speakers, men and women around them with more skin on display than they had covered rubbing their bodies, sipping drinks, spilling them over each other… Oh, the wonders of a Colombian night club.

They saw you before you saw them. Kyle tapping at Johnny’s shoulder as their eyes perused the space individually, then, he drew the Scot’s eyes to you, standing with your friends, laughing, drinking, softly swaying to the music. 

Soft curves in a copper-colored dress that left little to the imagination, clinging tight to a round ass and a thick belly, the hem constantly pulled down by your hands, as it insisted on rolling up, up, up, exposing more of your smooth thighs than you wanted it to. 

It didn’t stop you from still rolling your hips to the music, however, turning the fixing of your dress a near impossible task, repetitive, useless, and maddening, Sisyphus-and-his-stone.

Turning to each other, the two sergeants hands shot to the middle of their bodies, a quick rock-paper-scissors ensuing… which Johnny won.

And that’s how you ended up turning around to the sight of a foreigner with the broadest shoulders, thickest arms and pecs, and bluest eyes you’ve ever seen… As well as a mohawk, something you didn’t often see on… anyone, really.

He was a soldier, you could tell, even out of uniform. Not your first time seeing one, this being a city with a military base attached, and certainly not your last time being approached by one.

Oh, how soldiers seem to love fat women. You’ve experienced your fair few, many of them assuming your weight would equal desperation for love and affection, which would result in you accepting a rushed wedding for the sole purpose of getting him out of the barracks. 

But you’re not desperate. Other than for a good lay, maybe.

“Erm… Hola.” The soldier in front of you says, blue eyes locked on your face for a surprisingly respectful amount of time considering the sinful cleavage that this dress and your bra give you. 

His Spanish has the thickest accent you’ve ever heard, meaning he’s not American… But his pronunciation is off, so he’s clearly an English speaker. Though he’s not English either, you can tell.

“I speak English. Hi.” You told him, watching as he let out a little sigh of relief. Then, the corner of his mouth popped up in a dirty little smirk. 

“Well, tha’ makes it easier. Hi.” He replied. “I saw ye from over there… Was wonderin’ if I can buy ye a drink?” He offered. Only then did he allow his blue eyes to slither down, down, down, trailing every inch of your exposed skin down to the black ankle booties you’re wearing, thick, square heels to prevent your hamstrings from feeling the pain of stilettos the next morning.

“Why?” You decided to ask him with a cocked brow, forcing his eyes to shoot upward to meet your face again, locking onto yours with a surprised expression.

“Why, what, pretty thing?” He replied, his own brows, thick, straight, rising up to meet his hairline. He’s confused, his eyes blinking a bit. His intentions had been clear as day. Obvious enough for you to pick up on, but you’re playing dumb, or maybe hard to get. 

“Why do you wanna buy me a drink?” You asked him as you dipped your head to the side, your eyes slowly trailing over every inch of his handsome face. Those blue eyes of his are locked on you, pupils slightly dilated, hands hanging off his hips, fingers looped onto the belt loops of his jeans.

“Because you’re proper beautiful.” He replied. Your cocked brow and unimpressed glances up and down, cause him to continue. “And I’d love to take you home, find out what you’ve got on under that dress, and make sure your neighbors hate you from today onward.”

His words are crude, his voice loud and crass, disregarding the public space you’re in, the fact that there are others around, not just your friends, but complete strangers too. Maybe he’s hoping they won’t understand English. But they do. Hell, your girlfriends look at you and exchange coy looks with you, before them, and you, break into a fit of giggles.

He looks at them, noticing they caught what he said, even through the loud music, but then looks at you again. “So? What do you say?” His brogue is getting easier and easier to listen to with every word he says.

Rolling your head to the side, your squint your eyes at him and then shrug. “Do you have to buy me a drink for that?” You challenge him, your eyes snapping back and forth between his own, almost taunting him with your inquiry.

“Not if you don’t want to.” He tells you, eyes lit ablaze and a smirk on his lips.

So, you simply grab him by the arm, bid farewell to your friends, with a wave, and grab your clutch from the table, before dragging him out of the club.

Johnny was expecting a flat, a home, maybe even a university dorm room considering your age. What a surprise it came to him to find you taking him up to a hotel. Not that he’d complain when he noticed the large king-sized bed and the large view, providing a beautiful view of the illuminated city of Cartagena.

His hands were on your broad hips before you even got to closing the door, his mouth clashing onto yours as he pushed you against the wall by the door, calloused hands already sliding over the slinky fabric of your silky dress, tugging it up, so they could slip underneath.

His tongue pushed into your mouth, wet and drooling, saliva traded between your mouths as his strong fingers caught hold of a greedy handful of your ass, digging into the supple flesh and groaning in delight at just the feeling of you at his fingertips.

Your own hands already slid up and around his torso, feeling him up through the fabric of his t-shirt, before sliding down to pull the navy blue fabric out of its tuck into his jeans, rolling it up to expose a strong, bulky body covered in a generous amount of body hair.

Your lips broke apart for a moment, only long enough for you to take off his shirt, tossing it onto an armchair in the corner, and for him to unzip the side-zipper of your dress, taking it off you too.

Then, he grabbed you around the thighs, causing you to shriek, as he bounded for the bed, dropping you so hard onto it you almost swore you’d bounce off. Still wearing his jeans, he slotted himself between your parted thighs, his body bending over yours.

His stubble scratched your neck as he kissed you all over, licking stripes of your skin as his hands pulled off your boots, unfastened your bra… They were surprisingly nimble for such a hulking man. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.” Johnny cooed as he let his eyes run down your body.

He dragged his mouth down from your neck, across you clavicle, over one of your breasts, and caught your nipple between his teeth, beginning to suck on it, noticing how you hissed a bit, leaning back on your elbows as he did so.

One of his hands caught your other breast, grabbing and carefully kneading it between his fingers, as his eyes shot up to your face, blue irises beneath a pair of dark eyelashes, fluttering slowly as his pupils blew out from how horny he was. His other hand found your black panties and pulled them aside, (more so ripped them with how aggressive he pulled on them), the rough and calloused pads of his fingers catching your lips immediately and beginning to slide up and down, running over your slit.

The moment his cracked fingertips grazed your clit, you whined, your legs spreading apart even more, your body jumping a bit. “Fuck…” You grumbled under your breath, your eyes locked on his face and the way he eagerly played with your nipple. 

“Relax.” Johnny told you once he let go of your nipple. Then, he rolled his tongue around in his mouth, collecting some saliva, before letting it drip onto your slit, his fingers catching it and spreading it quickly as he resumed playing with your clit, hand craning in order to push a finger inside.

“Oh fuck…” You moaned softly, hips bucking up against his hand, following his ministrations as he pushed a second finger inside of you and hooked them up to graze your g-spot, pumping them in and out, the rugged feel of his cracked fingertips drawing a surprisingly pleasant sensation of pleasure from the depths of your soul.

His other hand moved away from your breasts in order to undo his belt, leaving it to hang around his waist as he also undid his jeans, sliding them and his boxer briefs down one-handed, in order to allow his cock to spring free.

Your eyes lock onto it as he continues fingering you, a bit sloppy and rough, his palm pressed to your clit and his fingers constantly drawing a ‘come hither’ motion inside your wet walls.

His cock is stubby, shorter than some of the men you’ve been with, but so thick you can’t help but wonder just how he’ll make it fit inside of you, and how straining the stretch of it will be. It’s heavy too, uncut, hanging down even while already full-mast, too heavy to spring back against his belly button. His balls are heavy too, full, round and strained as he continues to play with you, watching your reactions to his touch.

“You like what you see, huh?” He asks you, noticing the way your eyes don’t slip far from his cock before returning to it, watching it lay against one of your smooth thighs, the ruddy color and constant twitching only bringing more attention it as it rubs against your skin, dripping pre-cum over your stretch marks.

“Mhm…” You reply softly as your hand reaches down to tug at it, carefully wrapping around it and drawing it up and down over his length, only letting go to cup his taut balls and fondle them a few times.

“Tha’s it…” He murmurs and hisses under his breath as he looks you right in the eyes. “Wanna be good f’r me?” He coos at you, and you nod in reply as you bite your lip. “How about you get on your knees and let me see how you suck me off, hm?”

Nodding, you untangle yourself from around him, his fingers slipping out of you, as you took your spot on the floor, the soldier having been caring enough to toss a pillow from the bed onto the floor to cushion your knees.

He sits on the edge of the bed, strong, muscular thighs spread open, as you sunk your mouth onto him, without so much as a second’s worth of hesitation. The stretch as you tried to swallow as much of him as you can tugged at the corners of your mouth, making them feel a bit sore, your jaw already protesting at the size of him. But that doesn’t stop you.

You start lapping at the underside of his cock eagerly, wetting him as much as possible to make sure you could continue taking him down your throat. The sounds he was making were sinful, low groans and grunts, hissing through his teeth, one hand carefully fisting the bed covers.

He carefully gathered your hair away from your face, gripping it one handed. “Tha’s it… Greedy thign you are, wanna take all of my fat cock in your mouth, hm?” He goaded a bit as he looked down at you between his legs.

Any other time, any other place, any other man, you’d already be pulling off him, getting dressed, telling him to fuck off… But something in this soldier’s voice, in his accent, the growl behind his voice, the spark in his eyes… 

Maybe you are just desperate for a good lay with the thickest cock you’ve ever seen… But you don’t complain. You simply nod at him and bobbed your head even more enthusiastically, lips struggling to glide up and down his length, spread open sinfully to accommodate his size.

“Tha’s a good girl…” He praises, his free hand coming to grip you at the back of your neck, tugging you slowly, forward, to make you swallow more of him down into your throat, making you gag and sputter on his length, sloppily drooling around the size of him, saliva drooling down your chin and onto the carpeted floor of your hotel room.

“Pretty fucking thing… Gonna make that make-up run, hm?” He offers as he pulled you off and back onto his cock, moving your head for you. “Show some attention to that pretty pussy of yours, go on.” He demands, causing you to nod.

One of your hands found your wet slit between your legs, sliding two fingers inside, which felt like not nearly enough after having had his own, and considering the fat cock that would soon replace them, but you’d make do. 

“Both hands, don’t be coy now.” He added. Your eyes widen, already anticipating the loss of balance that’d come from the lack of support from your free hand holding you up on the bed. But you do as you’re told, trying your best to keep a perch on your knees as your other hand starts slowly padding at your clit, rolling circles with it.

When you inevitably lose balance, as you knew you would, the soldier simply pulls you forward against him, making you bury your nose against his pelvis, swallowing his cock in its entiry, causing you to choke and gag, trying to catch a breath through your nose. He, in turn, lets out a loud groan of delight, eyes rolling back, as he feels the warm wetness of your throat.

“Keep your hands where they are.” He demands of you, preventing you from trying to pull away and find balance again with your hands on the bed or the floor or his thighs. You can barely do much more than nod against his hip.

He hooks a leg over your shoulder, pinning you close to him, while his hips begin to rock into your mouth, blindly and sloppily, making you gag more and more, more saliva slipping down from your parted lips, making a mess of him and yourself. “Tha’s it… yeah… just what I fuckin’ needed… Such a good girl f’r me…” He grunts as his hand swipes your hair out of your face as it slips from his grip.

“You like this?” He asks you as he abuses your mouth and your throat, while you sputter and try to fruitlessly breathe between each thrust of his into your throat. Nodding pathetically, mouth to full to speak, you whimper against him, making him shiver and shudder. “Of course you do… greedy fuckin’ mouth…”

He only pulls you off him after another couple of minutes, which felt like an eternity, allowing you to catch your breath only for long enough for him to pull you onto the bed, bending you over at the hips, presenting your round ass to him.

“Mmmmm, look at you…” He grunts out as he ruts his cock between your ass cheeks while tugging your head back at the scalp, causing your back to arch ever so slightly, your tits still pressed against the bed covers. “Round fuckin’ arse… Gonna love see it jiggle f’r me…”

He lets go of you again for a moment only to paw at your ass cheeks with one hand, while the other blindly looks for his wallet in his jeans. “Find me a condom, will ye?” He asks as he tosses the leather wallet next to your head, while he steps out of his jeans, underwear and boots, finally.

While looking for the little clip pocket containing them, you spot his military identification very briefly. It makes you realize you didn’t even ask him his name… Nor did he ask for yours. A green and white striped card titled ‘British Army’, with the name ‘John MacTavish’ and some extra info you don’t really pay attention to. John. That’s his name…

Once you pass him one of the silver wrappers, Johnny rips it open and puts on the slick condom quickly, barely waiting a moment before slipping himself inside of you, down to the hilt in one swift motion. You find yourself squirming against the bed covers with a whine, while he groans loudly behind you.

Although the stretch was still wildly bigger than any other man you’ve been with before, it didn’t feel as uncomfortable as you expected it too… probably because you were wetter and more eager than you expected.

He starts rutting inside of you immediately, huffing through clenched teeth as his big hands grip your ass cheeks and keep you spread open. His fingers dig deeply onto your extra fat, squeezing and kneading it, his blue eyes glued to the way your puffy lips part and stretch to swallow him whole. “Beautiful fuckin’ sight…”

“Fuck… Just like that… Don’t stop…” You beg him and whine loudly, fisting the white bed covers and digging your nails into them, your face resting on them sideways, sliding back and forth with each thrust of his.

You’re sure the hotel staff is going to have a field day washing the duvet, your make-up already staining the white fluffy fabric, sliding down with the sweat, and dragging across with each motion of your head.

You can barely speak or think, moaning in turn with him, each thrust of his causing you to croon and whimper in delight, his fat cock hitting you at every possible angle and rubbing every inch of your walls, the veins dragging against your g-spot, the condom barely there.

“Yeah… ye like tha’? Huh? Ye like it?” He coos at you, already slightly out of breath, hips barelling against your plump ass, making it jiggle as he bounces himself off them.

“Oh, fuck yes…!” You whine loudly. His hands slide up to find your hip, pushing you down against the mattress so he can shift more of his weight onto you, pumping at a downward angle, causing you to shriek desperately.

“Oh yeah…” Johnny grunts and starts huffing atop you, leaning all his weight atop of you as he pounds his hips against yours, his breath ragged against your shoulder and hair. “Fuck… Yer cunts feels so fuckin’ good…” He murmurs in your ear, his thick accent becoming.

“Oh, God…” You whimper, shuddering beneath him, feeling the familiar knot tightening in your stomach, each of his strong thrusts rattling every fiber of your being. “John…”

“Oh… tha’s it… Moan my name…” He orders as one of his hands suddenly shoots up and grips you by the back of the neck. “Moan my name…” He insists as he throws his hips down onto yours.

“John!” You call out, doing as you’re told, panting for air as he pushes your face harder into the mattress, slowing his thrusts down and bottoming out inside you each time at a slower pace.

Good thing he did too… Because the knot in your stomach only tightens more and more and more, and then snaps, making you cry out loudly with a choked moan that gets half-caught in your throat as your walls suddenly clamp down around him, tightening the grip on his fat shaft.

“Oh fuck…” Johnny grunts and picks up the pace again, grasp your hip as hard as his hands can, a bruising grip that’ll definitely leave a mark, as he pounds into your weeping cunt again and again and again…

He finally comes, losing his balance and landing on his elbows and forearms on either side of your body, his chest against your back, out of breath, as much as you, even though you feel like you barely did anything other than take him.

“Fuck… I needed that…” He grumbles under his breath as he speaks against your shoulder blade, before leaning up and biting at your earlobe. “That feel good f’r ye?” He whispers in your ear, an earnest question, receiving a little nod from you. “Good…”

Slowly, he pulled himself up, slipping his softening cock from you and rolling the condom off. “So… how long are ye and yer friends stayin’ here?” He asks you nonchalantly while tying off the condom.

“Are you trying to make small talk…?” You ask him, surprised that you can even find a voice or string together a coherent sentence in the aftermath of that. You try your best to drag yourself up and over onto the bed, and once you succeed, you look at him languidly.

“No. I have a reason to ask.” He assures you as he tosses the condom into the paper bin under the desk in the corner, before shuffling back over to you on the bed, lying lazily next to you, an arm behind his head, the other on his stomach.

“Four more days.” You tell him, and he nods at the reveal of information. You roll your head to the side to look at him, both of your bodies sweaty and sticky, your make-up undoubtedly a mess, not that he shows it in the way he looks at you… And even if he did, he’d likely only show pride at making you look like that.

“Well… I’m comin’ to pay ye a visit every night until then.” He tells you, before wrapping his free arm around you, pulling you close. “I plan on gettin’ that tight cunny wrapped around my cock fer as long as I can.”

yes, this is a repost of the original "Temporary Fix." but without the cheating :)

[acehazbin1]

‘Court me.’

Note: Thank you for all your support on Chapter one, Tumblr and A03 have been very supportive!

Tw: no use of Y/n, hand in marriage, Caracalla being in love.

Chapter one chapter three

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She was tricky to find, he walked the same route every night at the same time yet it was like she had hid away from him. He didn’t know that she had taken a shift for a sick maid and now was back to her normal routine.

He spoke to his brother about a lady had enchanted him leaving out the fact that she was a maid. His brother was intrigued about this woman demanded that she must me found and rewarded. Caracalla agreed to a gesture of gratitude for her but he couldn’t decide which, flowers? No too simple. A game in her honour? Maybe a woman such as her wouldn’t take a liking towards violence. A ring? Yes, his ring, right off his finger.

He found himself wondering how to gift it to her, in a box explaining it was his or maybe pull it off his finger and hand it to her? But which one of his fingers, maybe she would like a sliver one instead? He wandered around the royal garden not noticing the maid tending to the roses.

She noticed him straight away, her eyes followed as he stared at the rings on his fingers. She was about to speak but felt a knot in her throat. He was drunk that night, surely he talk to countless of other servants about his woes. She was nothing special. Plus her uniform was covered in grass stains, no way to approach an Emperor.

“You there.” A voice called out, the maid turned around to see an unfamiliar guard. “Have you seen a maid who last week on the day of mars was working that very night?” The knight coughed up. She was confused, on the day of mars… wait she was working that night. Did she do something wrong? Was her friend in trouble for not being there.

“I’m sorry that was my doing, I was covering for the normal maid’s shift. If I did anything wrong, I accept the punishment.” She gracefully spoke but the guards looked more astonished that the word hasn’t gotten to her that Emperor Caracalla was looking for that woman. Well her. “You are mistaken, Emperor Caracalla has been wishing for your presence.”

Her eyes widened as the roses fell out her hand, the ones she was dethroning. Her mind was spinning, he requested for her? Did he want to make sure she didn’t tell anyone his secrets? Or worse did he want to get rid of her since she knew?

“Please come this way.” The knight spoke up as he gently took her wrist pulling her in the direction of where Caracalla walked. She almost felt his presence getting closer which each step, she followed the knight blindly just trying to take in that fact Caracalla wanted to see her. “My Emperor.” The knight bowed as he addressed him pulling the maid down with him. Caracalla turned around looking frustrated that the guard interrupted his line of thinking.

“What d-“ Caracalla harsh tone stopped suddenly, his eyes locked with the maid’s. It was the same once’s that persuaded his heart to open up with how calming they were. He nearly chocked on his breath, the knight let go of the maid’s wrist but the maid locked onto his hand. She was scared but after a reassuring tap, she let go.

“I’ve been looking for you ever night since we last spoken.” Caracalla’s voice was breathless. She didn’t dare walk closer to him keeping the distance as his eyes remained fixated on her. “Apologies, your highness-“ “Caracalla please,” The emperor interrupted. He wanted her to call her by his first name. Was this a joke? Did he want her to catch her off guard?

Her eyes scanned his face for anything other than the look of pure desperation for her approval, something she took note of. “Caracalla,” she stopped as the name sounded unfamiliar to her. “I wanted to apologise for my inappropriate behaviour, I was too intrusive on your personal matters.”

His heart nearly melted when she said his name for the first time, it felt so right on her lips. Normally he would hate when anyone would address him other than Emperor but this was different. He wanted her to find little nicknames out of his name, he wanted her to giggle it, to whisper it, to cry it and to scream it. His brain finally clicked what she said into effect after a long second so silence.

“Nonsense, I quite enjoy having your opinions on the matter. In fact I wanted to…” Caracalla looked at his hands, then her noticing there was no jewellery so he could not tell if she was a gold or sliver woman. He pulled off a sliver ring with a blue sapphire in the middle, it wasn’t really his taste but it complimented her. “I wanted to show you my gratitude for that night, you stayed with me. No many have.” He looked away for a second but came closer to put the ring on her finger.

“I-I don’t know what to say.” She whispered shocked, she looked at the ring and back up at him. “Don’t say anything but yes to my question.” Caracalla stared at her, how her hair fell out from her face shaping her pretty face. How her cheeks were tinted pink by his boldness to give a lady such as her stature, a ring that would cost her life wages maybe more.

Her heart nearly stopped when she heard a crunch from beneath her, she looked down to see the emperor kneeling. She had the most powerful man in Rome at her feet as he spoke his heart out to her. “Ever since that night of Mars, I haven’t be able to get the illusion of you out of my mind. You have plague my thoughts of your beauty and your words, teasing me with your smiles. I must have your hand.”

He… He was asking to marry her?

She gasped, no she must be dreaming this couldn’t be right. She couldn’t marry him, well more importantly he couldn’t marry her. He was the Emperor of Rome, she was a mere maid of the imperial palace, this would be nothing but a phase until he found a wife. “I’m afraid I must reject.”

Caracalla heart sank, she was rejecting him? No, no, she couldn’t. She heard his frustration of trying to find a wife, she was the one to whisper soft comfort to him, to hold him. Now she was taking that from him? Did she forget the night they shared together under the pale moonlight?

“I’m afraid you don’t even know my name, I am but a maid to you and the senate. All of Rome would reject our marriage.” The maid spoke in a whisper, outlining the issues. Caracalla’s eyes darkened, “I don’t care what they think, you will be my wife, I want you no one else to grow old with, to rule with, to be with. I know we shared one night but I want many others with you.” His voice was upset as it dragged out certain words.

“I want to learn your name.” Caracalla breathed out finally. “I want to learn everything about you…” His hand reached up to hers with the ring. “Just please.”

The maid felt a pain in her heart, she suddenly was plagued with visions of her in a white wedding dress, talking to Caracalla in court about Roman issues, getting flowers thrown at her by the people and raising Caracalla’s heir. She pulled herself out the delusions, they were so tempting and so close almost as if she could touch them.

“Court me.” Her voice spoke up. It wouldn’t ruin his reputation, it would give her some time to ease through ranks so she could be a respectable bride and give him time to learn her name. His eyes blinked a couple of times before nodding hurriedly.

[frillydolle]

what do you think about mean pitfighter vi and nice reader getting into their first fight/argument😪

꒰ 𝝑𓏲 ꒱ slight angst?? , vi is mean and jealous!! , reader is the sweetest , vi is left lowkey conflicted...

u didn't like it. but yet, you understood her, sorta. even if this... situation did upset u a lot.

u knew she liked to fight, she was a pitfighter. and u didn't mind it. as long as she was sure she knew what she was doing and was sure of her opponent because u knew she hated to lose. it grinded her anger like nothing else.

she usually kept it to herself, but tonight she made her way to the last drop, to finally spend time with u, but then she saw u with another person. more so, with another girl. it meant nothing!

and now, you're arguing on our way home.

“vi.. it wasnt what it looks like, really- we were just talk-” “i saw the way she was looking at you, im not as stupid as you fucking think i am, [name].”

oh, that stung a little. she never really called u by ur name before. especially in ur first... fight? argument? u weren't even sure what to call this.

“do you know how that makes it look!? how ot makes me feel!? did you even think about that? at all!?”

“vi-” “no, just shut u- ...dont even talk to me.”

u looked away for a moment before u met her stern gaze. vi was mad, seething, even. well, of course she was. how else was she supposed to react on walking in to the last drop to finding u after losing a fight, to then see u being talked up by some other girl? of course her mind was going straight to the worse.

but u were sure that vi had it all wrong. u were at the last drop for something to do, for a drink, and music. jot to replace vi, u would never do such a thing. u absolutely adored her, no one else understood u as much as she did, no one has made u laugh more than she did. no one made u almost scream with ecstasy till u met her.

“nonono, vi- i promise- we were just talking! i know im naive 'nd dumb but you- you know i wouldn't hurt you, really-”

she knew u wouldn't. not ever in a million years. u are way too nice, way too sweet. u adored her like she was a council in piltover.

“yeah? that's why you're in here, in someone else's company, while im out there, fighting!?” she snapped once more, her voice laced with anger. u knew she didn't mean this. she was having a hard time recently and u understood that, u have always been there for her.

u always have been and will forever. she is ur girlfriend and u were hers.

“im not like that... you know i wouldn't ever change, that was a promise i made to you.”

oh, that was a promise u did keep. u weren't the type of girl to break a promise. but this? vi had no idea what to think.

[atwhughesversion]

will the canucks ever end this spiral, or is the season over? a history lesson:

right now the vancouver canucks are…bad. they keep losing and they keep discovering new, worse ways to lose. it’s like they have a humiliation kink at this point. some people want the core blown up, some think quinn will refuse to re-sign in 2 years, some are convinced that tocchet is the root of our issues and he needs to be fired. team petey and team miller shirts would probably sell out faster than a rogers arena home game. they just lost consecutive games 6-1 and 5-1, in both of which they gave up 3 goals in the first period. neither of our two best forwards are even on pace to get a point per game this season, our goalie is one of the best in the world but has only played 8 games so far and is still trying to work his way back up to be the vezina-calibre performer he can be, we aren’t even in a wild card spot right now. quinn’s trying his best but even he’s only got 1.5 hands.

could things get any worse? well, yes, of course, it’s the canucks. but could they get better? also yes! let’s take a look at a spiral of canucks’ past.

on february 3, 2009, the canucks had lost 8 games in a row. they’d lost 9 home games in a row — they hadn’t won a game on home ice in over a month (dec 28, 2008, was the last). morale was low. fans were worried. would the team make the playoffs? they weren’t sitting in a playoff spot at that moment. in that stretch they lost games 6-4, 4-1, 5-3, 2-1, you name it. 3 of their last 4 had been OT losses (sound familiar?).

then, carolina came to vancouver. the canucks got a 2-goal lead — they gave up the 2-goal lead. with about a minute and a half left, in a tied game, the canucks took a penalty. they’d already given up multiple power play goals in this game, and it pretty much felt over. people pencilled in a 10th-straight home loss as despair settled back in over vancouver.

but what happened? alex burrows, perhaps best known for slaying the dragon in 2011, scored a shorthanded goal to win the game.

the two points that they collected pushed them back into a playoff spot. this was the start of a 4-game winning streak, and including this game they won 8 of their next 9. they finished the final stretch of the season 23-7-2 for an overall record of 45-27-10, and 100 points.

they swept the blues 4-0 in round 1 of the playoffs that year. they did lose to chicago in the next round, which tended to happen a lot back then. they also lost to chicago in the playoffs the next year (notable: they made the playoffs! both years!). but the year after that?

it’s the 2011 playoffs. round 1, game 7. the canucks had a 3-0 series lead that they’d given up. they’d been eliminated from the playoffs by chicago 2 seasons in a row — the team had the pieces, but they couldn’t get past the god damn blackhawks. the game went to overtime, and it almost ended with an incredible chance for chicago — luckily, luongo did Luongo Things. then, none other than our hero alex burrows got a breakaway, scored a goal, and he won the game. he slayed the dragon. and we all know what happened after that *drops mic* (the mic drop would feel better if the canucks had won the cup that year but let’s not get too crazy — it is the canucks, after all).

[malk1ns]

march 11 v golden knights, 3-2 OT win

i had absolutely nothing for this one. a combination of i've been sleeping like shit and nearing the end of the season i think—i need to think about one of my other longer fic ideas for a little as a palate cleanser and hopefully that will help me through this final push so i don't struggle so hard with coming up with stuff. thank you to @beggingwolf for coming up with this idea for me.

Even for Sid, four goals in two games is pretty good. Those goals getting capped off with wins is even better, and he doesn’t bother to try and contain his smile as they troop off the ice.

He has to linger in the hall for a while to take his spin as second star, and that was apparently long enough for Geno to decide he’s done with two legs for the day.

“Babe,” Sid sighs, pausing in front of his stall and staring down at the little gray cat blinking innocently up at him from the nest he’s made out of Sid’s sweatshirt. “Again?”

Geno meows at him, flicks his tail, and turns his back on Sid and the room at large in favor of kneading at the hood.

“Awww,” Kris says, pausing at Sid’s side. “Feeling okay, G?”

Geno, focused on his task, ignores Kris entirely. When Karl crouches down and baby-talks at him, Geno permits a gentle stroke over his head before hissing in warning.

Sid glances over at the door. The media is due in at any second, and he can’t have a cat in his stall, no matter how cute Geno is like this.

Luckily, Geno leaps from the bench and makes his way over to the door leading to the dry change room, pausing to wind through Jarry’s legs with loud purrs before he slips out of sight.

“He’s so cute,” Jarry sighs, watching Geno go. “I wish we could get a cat, but Hannah’s so allergic and I think the dogs would eat a kitten.”

“He’s annoying,” Sid mutters, brushing futilely at the cat hair embedded in his hoodie. He’s going to sneeze the entire way home now.

Generally, Geno only shifts when he’s in his own home out of deference to Sid’s allergies; he can take a Claritin and hang out for a few hours without too many problems, but Sid likes to keep his own house as cat hair free as possible. There’s a lint roller in the mud room, and Sid pretty much strips down right there and throws his clothes straight into the washer when he gets back from being at Geno’s to avoid tracking it into the house.

Sid doesn’t have any meds on him, though, and it’s still too chilly for him to go outside in just his t-shirt, even if it’s just to his car.

His arms start itching halfway through his media time, and he has to clench his fists to stop from scratching at himself. It will only make it worse, and he doesn’t need anyone asking questions about why he’s suddenly attempting to tear off his own skin.

The shower helps a little, and Sid does his best to avoid touching his eyes, but he’s still sniffling when he finishes getting dressed.

“G?” he calls, opening his bag, and smiles when a little ball of fur streaks across the room from Karl’s stall and leaps in. “Hey, buddy, you ready to go home?”

Geno meows impatiently at him, and Sid carefully swings the bag strap over his shoulder.

Normally, Geno only shifts after bad games. He’s been on a roll since the tournament though, and he got the primary assist on Karl’s game-winner tonight, so Sid spends the drive home wracking his brain for what could have triggered this.

Geno curls up into a ball in the passenger seat for the ride, and it only takes a few minutes after Sid taps on the seat-heater for him to fall asleep. Sid’s a grown man, so he manages to resist cooing out loud at the tiny little snores Geno makes, but he does snap a few pictures at red lights.

Geno wakes up and yawns ferociously when Sid pulls up to the gate, standing on his hind legs to peer out the window as Sid navigates the long road back to Geno’s house. Sid doesn’t bother to try and stop him when he streaks out of the driver door as soon as it opens; Geno’s said that while he doesn’t quite have his own mind when he’s shifted he’s still enough himself to overrule any dangerous cat instincts, and that includes any desire to run away or lay waste to the local fauna.

Sid shakes some cat food into the little bowls Geno keeps in the kitchen, but he also pulls out a double portion of Geno’s meal service; he doesn’t know when Geno plans on shifting back, but he’ll have to eat either way.

He shovels his half into his mouth without tasting much of anything. The second half of this season has flown by, game after game and so much travel with the tournament added in that Sid doesn’t know whether he’s coming or going most days. He’s too tired to even feel hungry most evenings, but he knows he needs to eat or he’ll regret it in the morning.

Geno as a cat is a much messier eater than Geno as a person, but he’s also significantly cuter about it, so when he leaps into Sid’s lap after devouring his food, Sid lets him butt his crumb-covered face against Sid’s shirt without complaining.

The house is quiet. They’ve been spending more time apart than Sid would like recently, too tired from the grind of the season and the stress of leading a team that’s going nowhere fast, but Sid’s not used to being in Geno’s house for so long without Geno’s voice. Normally after a bad game it’s just a few hours until Geno’s ready to come back to himself, but the night stretches on and Geno’s still a cat.

Logically, Sid knows Geno would be fine if he left. He’s a person, after all, and if he gets hungry or thirsty all he needs to do is change back and he can take care of himself.

Geno’s so small like this, though, so light and vulnerable when Sid picks him up, and when Sid looks towards the mudroom Geno meows so loudly and so plaintively that Sid abandons his thought of going home even though Geno hasn’t changed back.

“Guess I’m sleeping over, bud,” Sid informs Geno, who blinks at him, then licks his paw. Sid frowns—he doesn’t know if cats can actually look smug, but Geno’s certainly managing. 

Sid left a toothbrush and his face lotion at Geno’s ages ago, and it doesn’t take much digging to pull out his own pajamas from the bottom drawer of the dresser. He doubled up on Benadryl right after dinner, and by the time he’s settling into bed he’s already feeling a little dizzy and floaty.

He’ll feel like crap in the morning, hungover and headachey, but it’s worth it when Geno leaps up onto the bed and settles himself against Sid’s chest, purring so hard he’s vibrating.

Sid digs his fingers into the soft fur of Geno’s neck and falls asleep.

—

Geno’s half-sprawled on top of Sid and snoring into his ear when Sid blinks awake the next morning. It’s much less cute when he’s human.

“Get off,” he groans, heaving at Geno’s body until Geno rolls off him with an angry little sound that’s still half-feline. “You okay? You don’t normally do that after wins.”

Geno stays quiet for long enough that Sid opens his eyes to see if he fell back to sleep. “Miss you,” he says finally. “Long season, like, you’re not invite me over lots, think maybe you’re…what’s PO say, try to ghost? Let me down easy. So I’m think you’re stay and spend time this way.”

Sid feels terrible. “No, baby,” he says, scooting closer until he can get his hand in Geno’s hair, thinner than his fur as a cat but just as soft. “I didn’t mean to make you feel that way. You know how crazy the season has been, and then I had the tourney, I haven’t had a second to breathe this whole year. But I’m not trying to ghost you, I promise.”

“Stupid,” Geno mutters, pressing into Sid’s touch. “I know this, like, you’re not do. Know you’re so tired too, and hurt. I just feel bad, maybe, and then you’re like to stay when I’m Mav, so I just…do. And then it’s easy to stay when I’m small.”

Mav. Taylor Haase caught Sid looking at a picture of Geno as a cat on his phone and he had to make up a story about a kitten he adopted the year before. Maverick, he’d told her the name was, the first thing he came up with after he and Geno watched the new Top Gun the weekend before. It’s become a little joke of theirs, calling Geno’s cat-self Mav. He doesn’t like the idea that Geno thinks Sid prefers the cat.

“I like to stay when you’re you more,” Sid says, tucking his calf between Geno’s legs. “Mav is cute but you’re cuter, and I like talking to you. Next time just tell me you want me to come over, okay? Or—” Sid sneezes. His meds are wearing off. “—just come over to my place, maybe. When the hell is the last time you vacuumed in here?”

[kairiscorner]

hihiii pookie :DD!!

tw// mentions of depression

i'm wondering if you could maybe write a comfort fic about miles 42 with a reader who hates asking for help even when theyre clearly suffering in silence because they were taught to just 'suck it up' and deal with it alone as a kid?

you dont have to write this if you dont feel comfortable with it <33

Thank you pooks :33!!

hi pooks @jrrantss <:DD oh man, okay so i was kind of that kid back then too (though i was a big crybaby) it's like the adults around me didn't fully comprehend why i was feeling the way i was, so in response to that, they basically condemned crying at home or in front of them. i'm sorry if you went through something similar or, hopefully not, something worse ;-; i hope this provides you some comfort, and in a way, might also let you know you aren't the only one going through stuff like this. i'm here for you pookie, all the time <:)

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

you can be honest with me. – miles 42 x reader (angst + comfort)

nothing went your way this week, hell, you couldn't even remember a week in your life when anything felt right, when you didn't feel that you were holding yourself back from letting go of everything that felt wrong, awful, and just... painful. you were too good at keeping secrets, too good at lying about how you really felt; and that was something you hated about yourself, how you found lying as your first nature, not your second. you lied to people when they'd ask you if you were doing okay, if your day was going alright–you always gave them the answers they want to hear, that you were fine, that nothing was wrong.

but when everything just comes crumbling down, and the cracks in your facade begin to show and become more obvious... you get more and more defensive, more and more angry, more and more... scared and worried about these feelings that are hurling themselves at you so quickly that you can't even begin to understand why they're affecting you so badly–why people can see the bare you now if you just turn your face to look at them or open your mouth to speak; and your boyfriend was the first person to see you this way, vulnerable, yet trying all you can to avoid that vulnerability while you're crumbling down.

"hey," miles calls out to you in a soft voice as he sees your back turned to him as you kept working on your assignments, hunched over at your desk with your brows furrowed together and your lips curved into a scowl. you had been avoiding him for a few days now–at least he thinks you might be avoiding him–and have acted very distant, very... out of it recently. you didn't turn your head around to face him, which prompted him to continue talking, hopefully so you could find a reason to face him and his worried eyes. "you've, um... you've been busy lately." "uh-huh." you hummed as you tapped the end of your pencil against your desk impatiently, racking your brain for the answer to the questions written down that all seemed to blur together as the shittiness of the previous days just irritated you even more, and the worst part was... you couldn't hide the fact you can't mask ot anymore.

miles' face contorted as he got more and more worried about you, not knowing why you were acting starkly different than the usual you, or the only you he was familiar with. he extended his hand out to you as he walked over, looking at your cluttered up papers on your desk and the smudged up marks on the paper from your erasures. "...is something wr–" "everything's fine, i'm fine, i'm just peachy!" "you don't sound very convincing." he said, his voice returning to his nonchalant, cool tone as he took a small glimpse at your face before you turned away from his field of vision.

he sat in the chair next to you and wrapped his arm around you in an effort to comfort you. "cielo, sonething's up with you. are you... are you sure you don't wanna let me help?" he asked you with a soft voice, hoping he didn't overstep any boundaries as you slowly turned your head to show him a bit of your face. there were tears in your eyes, though you didn't dare let miles see them fall down your face; there was a sob stuck in your throat, but you didn't dare let miles hear it escape your lips. you had been there before, being severely troubled for more things than just homework–but never had you been advised to do anything than the age old phrases you've heard all your life as a kid: 'get over it.'

you took in a deep breath and tried to tell him what those words you've exhausted yourself from saying all the damn time–that you don't need any help, that you've got this, that you're okay... but your body's betraying you right now. it's betraying you for turning your back on your own feelings, but that... was never your fault, never. as you let out the breath you've been holding in, the hot tears came streaking down the ends of your eyes, your scowl morphing into a sad frown as you felt yourself slowly come undone and all the raging thoughts in your mind boiled down into one thought right then and there: 'fuck no, i am far from okay'.

you had one tear come down, then two, then... a whole waterfall of tears came pouring down your eyes as you finally released that sob you had been desperately keeping in. you had released it out into the air as it mingled with miles' shushing and gentle whispers as he held you while you leaned against him, wailing as you tried telling him how nothing had been right lately. you choked out in broken cries how you desperately wanted a way out of everything horrible that's been happening but you didn't want anyone else to be bothered by your 'stupid, insignificant problems'.

"i just... want to be okay... but i can't even pretend to be okay for at least one damn day." "please, stop pretending, mi vida. it's hurting me how you... how you think it's strength to rake up everything by yourself... when you clearly need help." miles said with a cracked voice as he felt himself choke up at your melancholic state. you cried even more out of guilt that you saddened miles, but he kissed your forehead, cheek–your whole face as he murmured words of reassurance, of love, to you to calm you down and comfort you. "you're not alone, not anymore... i don't care if some idiots in your life want you to deal with alone, never to bother them–you're never a bother to me, got that?" he mutters to you as he holds you close, letting you sob into his shoulder, your sobs getting louder and louder all the while. he shushes you and rubs your back gently, kissing your wet cheeks as he keeps reminding you that no matter what you're going through, what problems you're having, he's always going to be there for you–be the help you'll need, one way or another.

"please, don't be scared, mi vida... you can be honest with me. i promised to love you with all my heart, protect you, and... always be the help you'll need."

he whispered to you as he looked into your eyes and gently wiped your tears away and leaned his forehead against yours, hoping you would be more lenient, more understanding towards yourself and your own needs; and that you wouldn't hesitate to ask him for help. because even if you don't ask him to, he'll be there to help you, be there to guide you, be there to comfort you the best he can. because he loves you, and knows you deserve more than what you think you deserve, that you deserve... the best of the best, and nothing less.

tags !! @ii01vq @luvstarrstruck @maxoloqy @k4tsu3 @solecitoszn @toneystank-3000 @fiannee @popeheywardssecretgf @lovefrominaya @onginlove @meowmoraless @q2ie @zalayni @anikaluv @conitagray

[softestqueeen]

✧*̥˚ 500 followers special*̥˚✧

hey guys, it's so crazy to me that i've almost reached 500 followers on my little blog! when i started about one and a half years ago to post on here i never would have expected this!

so, to celebrate, i want to do a little 500 followers special! down below you will find a list of prompts that you can choose from. i will write about the characters i always write, so mainly criminal minds, but also about all the other fandoms/franchises you can find on my page.

to request something is simple! you slide in my dms, comments or asks with the number of the prompt and the character you want me to write with it. you can also specify a ship or x reader, though i usually write x reader. you can also choose 2 prompts and i'll try to connect them!

event masterlist

but now i've blabbed enough, here are the prompts!

✧*̥˚ prompts*̥˚✧ angsty

"Stop looking at me with pity in your eyes. Stop it. Stop fucking looking at me like that!"

"It won't be easy you know... trying to love me."

"No ones ever like... cared about me like that. Why would you?"

"I didn't know where else to go."

"Please, look at me. Breathe, god please, breathe."

"I- I don't know who I am anymore. I'm scared."

"Maybe you should just leave now."

"Please don't make it worse than it already is."

"There are other ways to solve this, please don't leave."

"You don't need to do this, please."

"Tell me what I can do to make you stay. What I can say so you don't leave. I- I need to know how I can fix this."

"Please don't make me leave."

"I should have seen this coming, I should have know better."

"No, don't do this to me now."

✧*̥˚ prompts*̥˚✧ fluffy

15. "Ssh, stop fussing. I'm just braiding your hair." 16. "I- I think I am in love with you." 17. "Don't be silly, I want to stay up with you." 18. "Everything is so cold and you're so warm. Please come back to bed, just for five minutes." 19. "Are you blushing?" 20. "You're so cute. I'm melting inside. You can't see it, but I am." 21. "Don't get up, I'll do it." 22. A keeping B from getting out of bed by holding them closer, maybe a few kisses here and there. 23. "Can I sleep in your room tonight? Is that a weird thing to ask?" 24. "I was so worried. It was killing me, not being able ot reach out and touch you." 25. "Is that my shirt?" "You mean our shirt?" 26. "I can't... I can't get you out of my mind and it's killing me. 27. "You make me want to do better, be better." 28. "You need to know that I've grown to care for you. Deeply." 29. "It's you, it's always been you." 30. "It kills me to know that you are out there with someone else." 31. "Close your eyes, I've got a surprise for you. Don't peek!" 32. "I never want to leave." 33. "I'd feel much better if you'd let me walk you home." 34. "I love hearing your voice first thing in the morning." 35. "Would it be cliche if we matched outfits? Just a little?"

✧*̥˚ prompts*̥˚✧ smutty

36. "Are you sure? Once we've started I don't think I'll be able to stop." 37. "We could get caught." 38. "So needy, aren't you." 39. "You sure it's gonna fit?" "I'll make it fit." 40. "I- I've never done this before, but I really want to. With you." 41. "... Or we could just get naked" 42. "Let me show you how much you mean to me. 43. "Please don't tease me, I can't handle this right now." 44. "Don't worry, I'll be gentle." 45. "I want to fuck you so bad right now." 46. "Oh I can do this all night long." 47. "Oh? Does that turn you on? " 48. "You have no idea how long i've thought about having you like this." 49. "Be quiet, or do you want everyone to know who's making you feel so good?" 50. "Fucking doesn't involve this much talking normally."

a/n: 50 prompts for 500 followers! also, i really want to write more wlw, especially with penelope garcia and emily prentiss (not as a ship per se, both are cm).

you can also come up with your own prompt and i'll include it!

requests open!

please also consider supporting my ao3: @ softestqueeen

[weird-is-life]

hii I have a rockstar!remus request where the reader is a massive fan of the Marauders band and she got front row seats (idk what instrument u prefer to have remus play but guitarist!remus lives in my head rent free) and he sees her in the crowd and when it's his guitar solo he just locks eyes with her and doesn't look away and then winks at her when he's done<3

Hiii ty for this cute request! Hope you like it and lovelies if you have some more request for rockstar!remus feel free to send them my way, warnings: fluff, mentions of concerts, (0.5k)

You've been a fan of The Marauders basically since they've started playing. But this is your first time at their concert, where you can actually see their faces in real life, not just through those huge TV screens.

You're standing in the front row, giddy as one can be. It all feels like some kind of fever dream being this close to the stage.

And something that makes it even better, it's that right in front of you is the bassist of the band, Remus Lupin.

He's definitely your favourite member of the band. With his soft face, kind looking eyes, devilish smile, wild hair, he's the perfect definition of a rockstar and that's basically why every single girl or a boy melts at the sight of him.

But even tho, you really love him, you aren't one of the girls, that will go crazy at the sight of him.

It's because you know, there's no fucking chance, that he'd ever look at you and think ' oh that girl is really cute, lemme ask her out'. You know, that's not happening, like ever, so you settle for enjoying the moment of just seeing him so close.

But something weird keeps happening during the show. Remus seems to be looking at you every now and then, or at least you think he is. Maybe you're just going crazy.

You try to not think of it, not wanting to be delusional. But when one of Remus's bass solos come on, you know for sure, you're ot imagining it.

Remus's is definitely looking at you. Like he doesn't break the eye contact the entire solo and it makes your cheeks go on fire.

You even look around you to make sure, he's not looking at somebody behind you. He's not.

And his smirking isn't helping the situation, like at all and by the time the solo is over, your cheeks are red as a tomato and a shy smile is stuck on your face.

What makes it even worse for you is when he winks at you at the end of it. You have to actually hold on to the railing just so you don't loose your stability, suddenly feeling like some silly fangirl.

And that handsome bastard just chuckles at your stunned, sheepish face.

For the rest of the concert, you try your best to calm down and to bring your stupid hopes down. It feels impossible tho.

And finally, the last song ends and you can go to your hotel room to take a cold shower to get rid of the permanent flushed cheeks.

But your hope of doing that dissappears just as quickly as it came, because one of the bodyguards hands you a folded paper. It's written in a messy handwriting, that you don't recognise, but you easily guess who's it from.

Thank you for being a great view for me, dove. Your dance moves and smile made my evening, hell the entire week probably. So thank you. See you soon hopefully ;)

Love, R.L.

Bravely, you scribble your phone number with a short note on the other side of the paper and quickly run out of there. Cheeky smile now paints your face as you make your way to the hotel and surprisingly, when your phone vibrates with a notification, you know it's him, it's from Remus.

[angelsdevils]

Debt of the Heart

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The dimly lit basement of the club reeked of oil, blood and fear. Ran leaned againt a table covered with the different tools—a hammer, pliers, and other implements designed for pain-casually rolling his sleeves up as ifhe was preparing for a mundane task. 

Rindou and Sanz stoof a few feet away, leaning on the wall questioning the man who was harrassing you and your friends in their club. But worst then that, Kakucho was able to see that this man was also working with one of their enemies, one that they been trying to eliminate for a while but can’t quite find where he is. 

“You know your boss has been a thorn in our side, I suggest you start talking,” Sanzu said, trailing his knife along the man’s face. 

“I won’t tell you anything,” you will have to kill me.”

“I will give you credit, you have guts. Flirting with my wife, coming into my club trying to scout us out. Too bad you won’t have them for long, if you don’t talk,” Ran said, pushing off the tbale and walkd over, calm and delberate. He crouched to meet the man’s eyes, his tone as smooth as velvet. “See here i the thing, I don’t like wasting my time. My girl is at home, alone and drunk. I should be doting on her, and trying to get her to fall in love with me, but I am here… with you. My patience has a limit, and you are walking on a very thin line.” 

The man’s lips quivered as he stammered, “I-I don’t know anything, I am just someone that works under him. We haven’t even seen his face.” 

“Not enough,” Ran interrupted, hsi voice cutting like blade. “You were harrassing the girls at the bar, and you wear the tattoo mark of Black Requiem. Talk—” 

Rindou stepped forward from the wall. “If you don’t start talking, you’re going ot wish we’d left you with Sanzu instead.” 

“It was—It was Karasu’s crew, he paid Blck Requiem a hefty amoun to capture her, since she would sell for a hihg price — he told me to keep you busy here while they took her.” 

“What? So you attempt wasn’ to get her drunk at the bar without us around? Who is—” He was cut off whn his phone rang. He stepped back and answered.

“Hello?”

“Ran, it’s me Kakucho the situation is bad… I was looking at your cameras outside the house just and she was ambushed. About five men entered the house.”

Ran’s blood ran cold as he hung up with Kakucho, Sanzu looked up.

“What’s wrong.” 

“Rindou, we’re done here. We need to go.”

“They are at the house right now. We need to save her.” 

Rindou and Sanzu narrowed their eyes and Sanzu wanting to help, grabbed his gun instead and shot the guy in the head. 

—

Ran swung the door open rushing into the house, but the place was in shambles. What’s worse, blood… everywhere. Him, Sanzu and Rindou grabbed their guns and walked further in. In the living room, he saw you covered in blood. The night gown that was once white was now stained red. He ran to you.

“(Y/N)!” He turned you around and the look in your eyes, haunted him.

“Ran…” You slowly met his eyes, and he noticed you were covered in blood. A lot of it. From head to toe.

“Are you hurt?” 

“Ran, I don’t think that’s her blood.” Sanzu said, and Ran was conflicted not sure if he believed it but Rindou turned his brother’s head to look at the pileof dead bodies. 

There had to be at least 10 grown as men.

More had abushed you after the first five you killed. 

“Fuck…” 

“Go clean her up, we will handle this,” Rindou said. 

Ran nodded and took her to the bedroom’s bathroom and ran a hot bath with bubbles and oils. You were still completely out of it. 

Ran called all of Bonten because they were gonna need help. 

“Rindou, I never thought I would say this. But your sister in law is terrifying,” Kokonoi said, as he looked around it looked like a slaughter house.

“Yeah, I don’t think any of knew she was capable of something like his, but I am damn proud of her.” 

Ran slowly stripped you out of your stained gown, when you finally came back to reality. 

“Ran… I-I…I ki—”

“Shh, it’s okay, it was good you stood your ground. It was necessary,” he said soothingly. Helped you in the bath, washing the blood off of your skin, gently.

“ But I killed t-ten men… what will happen when the cops find out?” You said, tears in your eyes, letting him clean you up.

“Don’t worry about that, cops aren’t getting involved, if they do, I will take the fall. But they won’t bonten will handle everything, don’t worry. Nothing will happen, you had too or else you would have met a much worse fate.” 

“I would have?” You asked, your voice cracking and he nodded his head. 

“If they had captured you. they planned to sell you… its good you were able to defend yoursef.” 

You slowly nodded, as he drained the water before running the shower, to help get he rest of hte blood off of you. Once you were clean, he ran another bath for you to relax.

“I will go down stairs to help them clean up, you try and relax. I will be back.” 

You nodded and he left the bathroom. He ran his hand through his purple hair as he descendded down the stairs. The cleanup was mostly done, the bodies gone. 

“How is he?” Kakucho asked, worried about you. 

“She is out of it, as expected.”

“Ran, don’t bother coming to work the next few days or weeks however long it takes for her to accept it.” Manjiro said, his voicce void and empty. 

“Never leave her side, if you have to have someone from our group to be her body guard…” 

Ran nodded, understanding. They finished cleaning up after a few hours with Ran checking on you. He helped you out of the bath in a pair of sweats and a hoodie. He crawled in bed with you, pulling you into his arms. He kissed the top of your head. You clung to him, occasionally crying. But he was there. 

© [@angelsdevils] all rights reserved. none of my posts or stories should be modified, reposted, etc. I do not own the character or the fanart, but I own the plots of these stories. All fanart goes to their appropriate owners. The dividers go to their original owners.

[thesnazzysharky]

Semi-lore accurate responses from the specimens (and some other characters) to you coming out

Found this post interesting and charming and wanted to do a sjsm themed one for the funnies.

Specimen 1

"..." (You've come to realize that, yes, this entity is indeed made out of cardboard and can not, in fact, speak)

Gel

"G-go...goo...go...good fo-for (groans and rubs throat in pain) y-you... (coughs)"

Subject 5

"*spiderpede noises* (are you food?)"

Ringu

*laughs* "Oh wow! I never could've guessed! Well, come here and get in my belly child. I can protect you from those who oppose your nature..."

Bab

(WEIRD ASS CREAKING AND CROAKING NOISES OF APPROVAL)

Ben the Merchant

"Ah. I suppose I don't mind it. But to think that stating such a thing would get you faced with endless ridicule or possibly even worse back in my time... intriguing how such a thing works..."

The White Cat

"To not be afraid of who you truly are from within. To not keep yourself locked away within a vault. That is a skill many more should learn from"

The Wall of Flesh

(HISSES AND SCREECHES LOUDLY)

Deer Lord

"I SHALL ESTABLISH PEACE WITH YOUR LIKING CHILD. SO LONG AS YOU CAN RETURN SUCH PEACE BACK"

The Worm Eel

(Happy worm noises) :)

The Parasite

(Alien noises of confusion. Doesn't seem like it understood what you said)

Beef Demon

"…maercs uoy raeh llits ot teg I sa gnol oS .etanimircsid t'nod I .em ot ecnereffid on sekam ti ,reveohw ,yranibnon ,naibsel ,yag ,dlihc ,namow ,nam ti eB" (Be it man, woman, child, gay, lesbian, nonbinary, whoever, it makes no difference to me. I don't discriminate. So long as I get to still hear you scream…)

The Mansion Within a Mansion

"Happy for you! You should stay here where you are welcomed and appreciated :)"

The Old Man

"That's great! Why don't you stay put here so I can get to know you more :)"

The Siren

(She gives you a big and toothy smile)

White Face

"How great!"

Otto the Otter

(Deep laugh) "Otto will always love you!"

Spooper

"..."

Tirsiak

"I sensed such an attribute within you prior. But I peacefully approve nonetheless"

Lisa

"Aww. No need to be so shy about it dear! I understand"

The Security Guard

(Groaning zombie noises of indifference)

The Body Bag

(The corpse doesn't move a muscle, but you hear a faint whispering voice from within your head) "Keep being you"

Baby Face

(Wailing and crying)

The Hanged Man

"Great... NOW HELP ME GET THIS COW THING OUT OF MY HEAD!!!!! I CAN'T TAKE ANOTHER MINUTE OF THIS TORTURE!!!!!"

Ghost Cow

"Heh... you humans sure are amusing things... say... how would you feel if I possessed your body and walked it off a high cliff?"

Bekka

"To receive such news! Oh I'm happy for you! You got up to tell me this before Saturday however..."

Husks

(After explaining in detail because they didn't get it the first time) "Wait, so... guys can... like... LIKE guys... and girls can like LIKE girls...? Woah..." (They seem genuinely mindblown by this)

Woormy Charles

(He tilts his head to the side. He doesn't seem to fully understand but he gives you a hug anyways)

The Clown

*laughs manically* "Now that is a surprise!"

Hooked Doll

"As long as you don't hurt me like they did... we're fine with each other..."

Frenzy

"That's sweet dear! Just keep care of that doll of yours..."

The Class Shadows

"We don't mind..."

The Violent Deer

(Hisses at you)

W.A.M

(Throws up a peace sign and disappears)

Howard

(SCREAMS LOUDLY)

The Brain

(Weird brain noises)

The Virus

(Lightly hisses)

Scare Chair

(Yep. That is indeed a chair you're talking to)

Carl

(Smiles brightly at you)

Clicky

"B-but when I told Daddy if I could marry a girl he told me that was bad! This isn't fair!"

Watching Doll

(Stares blankly)

Nightmares

(SCREECHES)

Spooky

"Well If I support trans rights then I obviously support gay rights! You will always be welcomed to the army friend!"

Spooky's Father

"Well... I guess I did say in the job offerings that anyone is welcome to work at my company... welcome!"

The Protagonist

(Nods and gives you a thumbs up)

Taker

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[thegreymoon]

The Story of Minglan

Oh my god, that wine is 100% poisoned.

And they would poison her in front of all these people who are either in on it, or will go out of their way to cover it up 🤮

***

SMART GIRL, MINGLAN!

DRINK NOTHING SHE GIVES YOU!!

***

ARE YOU KIDDING ME??

GU TINGYE ISN'T EVEN AT HOME!! HOW IS THIS HAPPENING FOR THE THIRD FUCKING TIME???

***

I am beyond pissed off here but honestly, I blame Minglan for this one. She set the precedent by taking in that last bottom feeder to appease these villains so why would they not try this bullshit again?

***

Smh.

Just as I thought.

Minglan really needs to stop with the people-pleasing shenanigans and start murdering the bitches shitting on her doorstep.

***

I started watching this episode last night and had to stop because my head was absolutely pounding, and then it continued to pound all day today. It is now 18:10 and the pain has been persisting for at least 24 hours at this point, but I am momentarily medicated and feel like I can hold my head up straight if I don't move around too much, so I want to see where this bullshit is going. The righteous fury on Minglan's behalf will either heal me or transform the headache into complete agony. There can be no middle ground.

***

"Best temperament" is code for "she lets us walk all over her and mistreat her in every way imaginable without fighting back and still begs for our approval" in this society from what I've seen.

Fuck that. Minglan, give them hell! Who needs a reputation for being a doormat? Your evil aunt is apparently out murdering people and no worse for wear, so you may as well tell them all to fuck off and live to see another day. Also, Gu Tingye will be proud!

***

OMG, Minglan, please start showing that shiny spine!

It is episode 59, it is time to put this shit-stirrer in her place.

***

LMAOOOO, GO OFF, MINGLAN!!

Nanny Chang wasn't enough for her, she had to come back for seconds, so let her have it!! 💪💪

***

I am fascinated that she keeps murdering people and just... getting away with it.

And apparently, everyone knows and nobody does anything about it.

***

LOL, Minglan has decided that today is the day to air ALL the dirty family laundry 🤣🤣

Take note, Madam Qin, if you don't get your act together, you're next!

***

LMAO, now they are accusing Minglan of lying.

Too bad for them that this time, they've bitten off more than they can chew. Minglan will end them all.

***

LMAO, where is this girl's father?

Concubine-born or not, how can she just kick her out of the house like that? Even if she were to marry Gu Tingye as a concubine, surely there must be some kind of process? At least have her pack her things and lend her a cart to carry them over? This just makes no sense, she went out for lunch at the neighbours' place with her stepdaughter in tow and just decided to dump her there. Who does that? Who allows it?

AND THE GROOM ISN'T EVEN AT HOME TO CONSENT TO ANY OF THIS BULLSHIT.

There is no chance any of this is above-board.

***

Bitch, shut up.

Minglan should let more of you die and maybe you'll learn.

***

MTE.

On the one hand, I feel sorry for the cousin, she is clearly being abused in her family home, but on the other looking to Minglan to fix it by SHARING HER HUSBAND WITH HER, OF ALL THINGS, AND ALLOWING HER TO SPY FOR PEOPLE WHO ARE OUT TO LITERALLY KILL HER is just beyond.

***

Oh, shut up.

I see Nanny Chang is there. I trust Nanny Chang.

***

Seriously.

Whether or not Cousin dies is not Minglan's responsibility, especially since they are asking her to resolve it to great personal detriment. Again, I ask, where is this girl's father? Also, is there no law whatsoever here protecting this girl? That fisherwoman accusing Gu Tingye's buddy of rape got a whole trial so there are definitely laws in place here and places to appeal to.

Aunt Kang is getting away with all this bullshit because people are letting her.

***

Words to live by 💪💪

***

OMFG, THEN GO AHEAD AND DIE.

YOU AND EVERY SINGLE OTHER ONE OF YOU WHO HAS TRIED THIS SO FAR.

***

THIRD DAY, THIRD ATTEMPT TO FINISH THIS EPISODE 💪💪

I made it maybe 15 minutes last night before I had to turn everything off and rock back and forth in a dark room as I suffered. I eventually ended up vomiting, which was completely WTF. I've heard that this happens with migraines but this was my first time experiencing it and honestly? I don't think that this was a migraine either because the pain was not the stabbing agony with an aura they describe, but more like a constant throbbing pressure in my entire head. I get headaches often, and yes, they sometimes go on for two or three days, but I have never had one that was this intense, this long and so pain-killer resistant that I ended up vomiting because of it. It is now day three and I can still feel it throbbing in the background. My body is definitely trying to tell me something but I a not sure I am ready to listen 😔

***

Minlgan is too kind.

If it were me in her position, I would not feel one ounce of guilt.

[mxssingmemories]

hi hi hiiii juleeees can i pleaseee get a tony stark x daughter!reader where they're sick or smtj idk i have mild conjunctivitis rn amd it sucks ☹️ so maybe just smth wherr tony takes care of reader and gets cheeseburgers for them ot smth (im sorry if this is too big i love uu)

Burgers

Pairing: Tony Stark x daughter!reader

Summary: you're sick, and you scare the shit out of your dad. Fluff and burgers ensue.

Warnings: mention of not eating due to sickness, passing out, sickness in general

Word Count: 480, just a short lil blurb I'M SO SORRY

A/N: ASH!! HI!! this was so sweet to write, tysm for the request lovie

The sound of loud coughing startled Tony into consciousness, his heart immediately speeding up. He jumped out of bed, running to your room-prepared to find anything and everything. His panic subsided almost instantly, though. He ran in to find you bent over on your bed, in the middle of an awful-sounding coughing fit. He stepped next to your bed, sending a reassuring smile as he sat down next to you.

“You alright, sweetie?” he asked, softly rubbing your back.

“Yeah, dad,” was what you tried to say, but you ended up coming into another coughing fit before you could say a single word.

“Easy, okay, breathe through it,” he coached, worried lines showing through on his face. Luckily, you were too busy hacking up a horse to notice. He hated you seeing it when he was worried. Even in times like these, he wanted his entire focus to be on you. 

The fit steadily got worse, and Tony did his best to get you through it.

“Fri, can you tell Bruce what’s going on? I’m gonna bring her down to the medbay,” was the last thing you heard before everything went black; the stress on your body too much for you to keep up with.

“Oh god,” Tony exclaimed, immediately picking you up in his arms and rushing to the elevator. The ride down to the bay felt like an hour, even though it was only two minutes. When the doors finally opened, Bruce rushed to his side, eyes widening when he realized you weren't conscious. 

“What happened?” Bruce asked as you were rushed into a room, him already hooking up your vitals in less than two seconds.

“I-I don’t know. One minute she was coughing a lot and then she just,” he paused to wipe his nose on his sleeve,”passed out.” 

"Okay, so I'm not seeing anything serious. It looks like pink eye? She doesn't need to be in the hospital right now, Tones," he assured, smiling when all the tension drained out of his best friend's body.

As soon as Bruce finished talking, your eyes fluttered open, confusion masking your face. Tony reassured you as quickly as he could, and a few minutes later, you were riding down to the garage. He decided he wanted to take you to get some fast food-it was his cure-all for stressful days with you.

As you pulled up to the McDonald's line-"Why are we even here," being said about fifteen times from your dad- you laidd your head on his shoulder, letting your eyes close. Your breathing evened out, but Tony woke you up when you got your food.

"Thanks, dad," you smiled, digging into your food. You still felt like absolute shit, but you hadn't eaten in almost a day thanks to your illness. You could have sworn that was the best burger you'd had in your whole life.

[smaller-comfort]

WIP game ask! ⚙️🧙‍♂️

6, 13 and 21 please!

*squinting* okay, I have to ask...what are the emojis supposed to signify? gear...gnome? steampunk Santa? Tinker Knight?

sorry, anyway, moving right along! Devotional, heart in a blender, and zahndrekh/obyron, let's go!

6. Devotional

It's the kinktober prompt that snowballed out of control. Part 1 is just an orgy with the Acolytes and Aephorul, with some quasi-religious overtones, hence the title. Part 2 is Resh'an getting his back blown out by Barma'thazel.

Part 3- still a wip- is Aephorul scraping Resh'an off the floor after Barma'thazel is finished with him. In a fun bit of turnaround, Aephorul gets fucked and Resh'an gets to be smug about it for once. Here's a tiny bit of a teaser:

There were theoretical limits to how far alchemy could push his body. They'd never actually discovered those limits, though- their last experimental sex marathon had been a very, very long time ago. And it had ended prematurely when Aephorul accidentally knocked over an entire shelf of glassware. In retrospect, they probably shouldn't have held an experimental sex marathon in the lab. It had seemed like a good idea at the time, though.

Part 4 is Elysan'darelle confronting Barma'thazel over accepting jobs from the boss that involve sticking his dick in things. They fuck in a hot tub about it! It turns out I have to actively restrain myself from writing anal whenever I write hetero smut, which is a weird problem to have, I guess, but here we are. There's a silly pun involved, at least?

At some point after this, Barma'thazel asks Aephorul for Resh'an's number, because honestly, he had a great time. Aephorul absolutely does not take this well, which leads us into Part 5. I have officially lost control of my life! Completely! Barma'thazel gets a visit from a shapeshifted Aephorul, who asks to get fucked the same way Barma'thazel fucked Resh'an. look, I'm not saying estrogen would fix aephorul but I'm not saying it wouldn't and by the time this series is done, someone is getting pregnant and I'm not telling you who

*cough* anyway. there, uh. Probably ought to be a part 6 where someone checks in on how the Acolytes are doing- they're mostly occupied with becoming a slurry of raw meat inside the Dweller of Strife. sexy! On second thought, maybe it's best to just...leave them be for now.

13. heart in a blender

See, you can tell its a modern au story by the completely irrelevant song lyrics being used for a title! ...this is why I should just stick to Emily Dickinson quotes for titles, honestly.

This is the one where OtS!Resh'an, or some variation of non-AU/Prime!Resh'an manages to sidestep into the modern au timeline to cause problems . It's probably not making it past the fragment/brainstorm stage, but the bits that I have written scratch a really fundamental self indulgent itch in my brain.

It's really about the ways that AU!Resh'an and Aephorul support each other and care for each other; it's also a little bit about how Prime!Resh'an can't help making things worse no matter where he goes or what he does. (spoiler, he and AU!Aephorul end up fucking, and I cannot stress how much of a bad idea this is for everyone.) (I may want to just go all-in on this being absurd and write a scene where the Fleshmancer shows up and decides to keep the AU iterations as pets. idk, man, all bets are off here.)

Some of this is also me being some kind of way about AU!Resh'an's mental health issues; these are backstory details that aren't likely to come up in any of the stories I finish/publish to ao3, for various reasons. So this au-of-the-au is an opportunity for me to explore some of that.

Prime!Resh'an is standing on the threshold of this timeline, in an in-between state. The only person who knows he's there is AU!Resh'an, who takes the appearance of a pedantic ghost in his peripheral vision about as well as can be expected.

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“I'm home- are you-” Aephorul stopped. “Resh'an? What's wrong?”

The shadow was staring at Aephorul, and if Resh'an didn't know any better, he almost would have said it sounded like it was hyperventilating.

“If I tell you, you'll want me to go to the hospital.”

“Can he see me?” it demanded.

“Okay.” Aephorul sat down on the couch next to him, slowly. “Can you tell me anyway? We don't have to go if you really don't want to.”

“He can't see me. Why- if you can see me, but he can't-”

“No,” Resh'an said. “He can't see you. Because you're not real.”

“Philosophical semantics." It sounded impatient. "From where I'm standing, you're not real.”

“See, that's actually a script I'm used to.” Resh'an covered his face with his hands. “I'm having extremely persistent and annoying audio-visual hallucinations. No SI or thoughts of self harm. I am not a danger to myself or others.” It came out in an embittered, sing-song recitation. “And I'm not actually dissociating any more than normal, although it is now trying to argue philosophical semantics with me.”

Aephorul took a deep breath. “Okay. That's…not great, but it could be worse. Do you need me to check your punch packs?”

“You'll get mad at me.”

“Resh'an.”

“I was fine until this morning." Not entirely true; he hadn't been sleeping. "I have a follow-up in two weeks.”

“Resh'an. Which medication did you stop taking.”

“Please don't make him angry.” The shadow's voice was unsteady.

“What the fuck,” Resh'an dropped his hands and stared straight at the hallucination. “Is your problem?”

Aephorul touched the back of his hand, gently. “Resh'an?”

He shook him off. “I'm fine. I'm not talking to you.”

“That's sort of the problem.”

“I'm fine,” he said again. And that was the problem. He felt fine. But it was still standing on the other side of the room.

“He's dangerous,” it said. “He's always dangerous. You shouldn't make him angry.”

Resh'an glared at it, then turned to Aephorul. “I'm fine. It's annoying, but I'm not- everything else feels normal. There's just this- thing following me around. Looks like a shadow, and it's just- providing commentary.”

"Is that what I look like to you?" It began to pace, muttering quietly.

Resh'an leaned against Aephorul and closed his eyes. He could still hear it muttering. “Can we order pizza.”

“Sure.” Aephorul rubbed his shoulder. His voice was quiet. “Sure. Whatever you want.”

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21. zahndrekh/obyron

normally I adhere to an alphabetical convention for pairings, so it's kind of funny that I didn't do that here. I think I might tentatively be titling this one "Earthworks", if I can get past the handful of scenes that I'm missing. It's honestly in better shape than I remembered, but it still needs a lot of work.

This is the story of Yama, where Obyron gets assigned to this quirky nemesor fresh from the military academy. Drama! Warfare! Setekh being a basted! Snecrontyr! You know, standard stuff. More importantly, when all the dust settles, Zahndrekh gets to fuck Obyron into a puddle.

There's a bit of a secondary wip in this file, too, where Obyron darts Zahndrekh and has a panic attack about it. Here's a snippet- it's just porn. :)

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Zahndrekh kissed him, pressing his thumb up and into the base of Obyron's dart gland.

Obyron jerked away. Zahndrekh's grin was bloody.

Time seemed to stand still; there was a roaring sound in Obyron's ears, and his hands and face felt cold. Perhaps he would be granted the mercy of a swift death- perhaps he would be permitted the opportunity to make his farewells among his men-

Zahndrekh didn't seem to realize he was speaking to a dead man. “Be honest- you wouldn't have, even if I'd ordered you.” Zahndrekh shivered, pupils dilating, and he pulled Obyron's frozen form closer for another kiss.

The taste of Zahndrekh's blood in his mouth jolted Obyron out of his shocked reverie, and he moaned, despite himself.

Zahndrekh shivered. “Oh. That's…nnh.” His eyes were hazy and his face looked a little paler than usual. “Obyron…”

“My lord?” He wrapped one arm around Zahndrekh's waist and sat up carefully. Zahndrekh clutched weakly at his shoulders.

“Feels different.” His voice slurred. “Didn't…think it would be so…nnh.”

“Does it hurt?” He dared to stroke Zahndrekh's hair back from his sweating face.

He nodded. Obyron felt an anxious sourness in the pit of his stomach. It was enough for his life to be forfeit, if anyone were to find out that he'd dared to pierce his nemesor with a mating dart. Obyron was less concerned with that, than he was with the way Zahndrekh collapsed slowly into his arms, pale and shaking.

“Forgive me, my lord.” He carefully lay Zahndrekh back against the pillows, and stroked back his hair again. “I can- send for a biomancer.”

“Obyron.” Zahndrekh clutched weakly at him. “Don't you dare. Just- touch me, you fool. Please-”

[sugar-omi]

Alright all your Cove and Baxter anguish has me FUCKED UP and I need some adorable Cove fluff to recover. How about a little about Cove and M/C as newlyweds coming home after the honeymoon?

at first i didnt know what to write but then i start thinking n.... pls i love this sm i hope it heals your broken heart <3333

tags : Fluff, cove loves you sm, sharing money (cove shares his money/bank acc w you), he's just in love w you theres nothing else to say

synopsis : how cove acts after your come back from your honeymoon

he's bringing you flowers everyday

at first he brings you a couple bouquets but you've run out of places for them so he just brings you one and add them to your collection.

none of them are the same either

so you have sunflowers, lilies, roses, tulips, peonies, orchids, and many many flowers all in one vase

is it a little ugly? probably. definitely. the colors and sizes n shapes all clash but it's the thought that counts

if you don't like flowers, are allergic, or you get tired of him bring so many...

he brings you food <3

I think one of cove's love languages is food

he brings home sweets like cheese cake or marbled cake

or fudge, or chocolates

or if you aren't into sweets like that, then he'll bring lunch/dinner instead

he's a decent cook, and even if you're bad at cooking he wants you to help him

lots of kissing n half burnt food (he takes whatever portion is burnt so you don't have to eat it)

and he tries to always bring u lunch

if he can't bring you lunch for whatever reason, he either packs one for you or sends you money for lunch

COVE: hi bby, have you eaten yet YOU: im ordering food rn COVE: i sent u 50 is that enough YOU: ?!*!&!(!? YOU: that's too much 😭😭 cove pls YOU: ill send the rest back COVE: keep ot COVE: it* COVE: my money is your money

he does this all the time now, in fact he'll even had you his card

which he's always done before your marriage, but now ge even gets you a card connected to his bank account too

he doesn't even care if you share your money w him too, he just wants to give you everything he has

like if you asked for his shirt in the middle of the store I think he'd ask why n then just give it to you

as if he was gonna say no in the first place 🙄💀💀

he just becomes so much more obsessed w you after you're married

always cuddling or touching u

if you're around your mom's they're always cracking jokes....

especially if you want kids they're all "we're gonna be grandparents soon at this rate lol" (even if u want to adopt or dont wanna birth/can't have kids bc you're amab or infertile or smth)

they just think they're so hilarious 🙄🙄🙄

does he blush bright enough there's steam coming off him? maybe

does he stop? nope!!!

loves you so much, he just needs to be close to you

HAS A PICTURE OF U IN HIS WALLET

omg....

prbly has 2 actually

one is of the two of you bc sometimes he can't believe you're married n he just needs to make sure life is real

n one is of just you in your wedding attire

will talk abt you to anyone who asks or makes a comment

this mf would prbly get a shirt that says "y/n's husband" on the front

even tho it's in small print on the front it's embarrassing.... like pls we get it you're in LOVE

he'd get you both jewelry w your wedding date on it

will hold you up at the door if you try to leave without kissing him

you've always gave him a peck before leaving but now it's WORSE

once he even stopped you in the driveway before you pulled off...

man's ran out of the fucking house in socks and unicorn print sweatpants

you roll down the window "what? what's wrong?!" cove, leaning thru the window and pouting. "kiss."

you look at him in shock n disbelief before you just laugh and kiss him

he taxes you two extra kisses for the trouble, he got his socks wet from running out here!!!

you have to push him off otherwise you're gonna be late to work bc you were too busy making out in your driveway

your single/divorced neighbors hate you

the teens idolize what yall have n their standards got so fucking high after yall moved in

n the old ppl laugh bc they've been there when they married and/or they find it amazing how obsessed cove is w you

if it wasn't such a bad omen or if you didn't disapprove, he'd get your wedding date or your initials tatted on his ankle.

maybe it seems extreme all of this bc I think cove just realizes how amazing you are sometimes n all his love overflows in this way <3333

no matter how old you get he's always gonna run out in the rain, snow, or sunshine n get a kiss if you forget

pfx by the time he's 80 he can't move as fast but he's hustling down the path before you can escape

if you do get away before he can get a kiss though, he is pouting when you come back