#don't talk to me about their height difference i will literally never shut up about it

[demon-of-the-ancient-world]

We deserved to see Ragnar bridal carrying living Athelstan at least once that's just my take

[riskyraiker]

Too flirty for your liking?

Sub!Javier Escuella x Male!reader

Dont like? Don't read :( No use of Y/N.

Javier is a flirty man. It’s his personality as normal, but god it does rile you up if anything. Sitting at the saloon drinking a beer, you hear Javier flirting with every. Single. Woman. He fucking sees. It makes your blood boil with rage and you almost feel bad for Javier about your jealousy, but you can’t help it.

The thoughts you have about making him wish he never flirted with anyone make your stomach flutter with butterflies. You don’t give it a second thought since no one wants a hard-on in a goddamn saloon, but hearing another woman giggle and flirt back at Javier breaks something in you. You sit up, walk towards Javier, and pull him out of the saloon. “Ey, what’s wrong with you, compadre?” Javier sounds annoyed at your sudden ruining of the situation, but your hard stare makes him shut up. “Why do you do that?” You ask. “Do what?” Oh, how it pains you that Javier has no idea what you do to him, every single time he flirts with other women.

You were afraid he would be disgusted by you since you’re a dude, yet you didn’t care. You would do something about this tonight. “Is it a need to flirt with every single woman you see? Does it make you feel better about yourself? Or do you just want to rile me up, or does it make your dick hard to make them laugh? I despise how it riles me up and yet I can’t help but want you.” Javier was in shock, word by word he felt his pants getting tighter. “I…Uh, I” Javier couldn’t even form a sentence as he felt more and more turned on. “Got nothing to say, flirt?” You had pinned him against the saloon wall. The small height difference to make him crumble made you smirk.

“What? You enjoying yourself?” You teased and Javier couldn’t help but whine. “Please.” You raised a brow, waiting for the Mexican to continue speaking. “Please, I...I want you” You grabbed his wrist, heading for the hotel next door. “Room for two, please.” The cashier glanced at the two men, one leaning onto the counter, the second one standing a foot behind. “Separate or just one room?” “Just one, don’t wanna waste any money, you understand” You joked with the man behind the counter so the air wasn’t so tense. You paid for it, grabbed the key, and headed upstairs. without dragging Javier right behind this time.

Opening the door and waiting for Javier to go inside first, you follow behind. Javier opened his mouth to speak but didn’t have the chance to do so when he was already pinned against the wall, your lips against his. You didn’t go gentle either, you have waited for too long. Lust and desire were the only things driving you forward. Biting the Mexican's lip, Javier gasps in surprise giving you the chance to shove your tongue in his mouth. It felt breathtaking. Literally. Javier was already out of breath, whining for you to continue. “First you go flirt with other women and now you can’t even speak to me? You are something else, Javier.” You tease and pick him up, kissing him again before the man can whine.

Carrying him closer to the bed, you set him down and push him onto the hotel bed. “I’m gonna make you regret even talking to those women earlier.” You growled and started to unbutton Javier’s shirt, which was such a mess already. “You gonna be good for me and let me have you?” Javier nodded since he felt like he couldn’t speak until you grabbed his jaw and looked into his eyes. “Use your words, Javier. Or I’m stopping.” “Sí, Yes. I promise.” That sounded better for your ears. Javier loved it all: The way you were so rough with him, the way you commanded him to speak, just you, in general, made him somehow harder than he already was. He was already half-naked, left in his boxers while you were fully clothed. You pushed your finger between his lips and said; “Suck.” You didn’t have to say it twice, his mouth already working on it, tongue twirling around them and you pushed the further making him gag. You chuckled with sadism laced in your voice. 

“Such a whore, I love it.”  You take your fingers out of the outlaw's mouth and command him to take his boxers off. While Javier was hurrying with the task you stared at his every move, ready to ruin the man. Javier laid back down and you lifted one of his legs over your shoulder, your fingers bare touching his rim of muscle. Javier gasped at the sensation, never had been fucked by a man before and it was already pretty clear to you. You push one finger in, work him up, and push the second one in. Javier was already moaning and whining, wondering how loud will he be when you actually fuck him. Using your third finger, fingering the man open, the noises he makes your cock twitch in excitement.

“Gonna fuck you dumb, like a whore.” Javier whines at your “threat”, yet his dick leaks precum so much you know he’s into it. You take your fingers out, spitting on your hand and smearing it on your cock. Leaning down you start to whisper in Javier’s ear. “Just relax, it will feel good you aren’t tense. You ready?” Javier doesn’t even hesitate to answer positively and he feels your cock go past his rim. He tries to relax himself, but he’s already grinding against you. You bottom out and let Javier get used to having you inside. You couldn’t help but already start thrusting, making the Mexican moan quite loudly and melt into the mattress.

“You going to let the whole town know you’re getting fucked? Don’t quieten on me now, make noise you whore.” The degrading makes Javier close his eyes and throw his head back. Your thrusting getting faster and deeper makes Javier see stars, but once you hit his prostate, Javier arches his back and wraps his legs around you. “Por favor, por favor. Más, Papito. Más!” Javier couldn’t speak English since his brain was melting from pleasure. Abusing the single spot that just doesn’t make Javier see stars, it just made him cum untouched. You pull out, flip Javier on his stomach, pull his ass closer so he’s on his hands and knees and you push in again. That’s the best angle yet, filling the outlaw up so nicely, that he almost screams. Your thrusts are hard and fast, fast as your stamina allows you to go.

“Listen to that. Listen to yourself. So pretty just for me, just for me to fill up and to make them cry out of pleasure.” The sound of skin slapping against each other, Javier’s cries and moans can be heard. “You better learn your lesson from this. Will you go and flirt with others?” No exact answer was heard so you grabbed Javier’s hair and pulled his face off from the pillows. “I asked, will you go and flirt with anyone else?” You stop your movement so Javier can at least say something. “No! No lo haré. Lo prometo!” You’re glad Javier taught you Spanish since his brain doesn’t work enough to speak English. “Buen chico” Javier moans as you praise him in Spanish. You continue to move and fuck the man properly. The feeling of being stuffed made Javier cum again and he starts to become slightly overstimulated.

Javier whines and moans more yet you don’t stop. You won’t stop until you fill his pretty little hole with your cum. “Hold on, Princesa. Going to fill you up. You want it, don’t you? I know you do.” Javier is still moaning and moving against you in the same rhythm, showing you he loves the idea. It’s now a want precisely, but a need. It doesn’t take too long since Javier is clenching himself around your cock. “Fuck, Javier! Gonna fill you up, chico bonito.” Javier didn’t react, still moaning and whining of slight overstimulation. The feeling of your cum filling him up made him collapse, his hands not able to hold his weight anymore and now that you pulled out and let go of Javier’s waist he just fell onto the mattress. Flattening like a balloon.

“You okay, Mi Amor?” You still worried you had broken the man forever. “I…I’m fine. Thank you.” Javier’s brain apparently is now fixed since he’s speaking English. You grab some tissues and clean Javier and the sheets. “You know, after tonight. I might flirt more if it means you start acting like this.” Javier joked. “Oh, I swear to god, if you do you won’t walk in a week, chico.”

It became a routine to go in the saloon on the weekends and then “sleep” in the motel next door, but you didn't complain. Neither did Javier.

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[kyriethesquishysquid]

Betrayal Never Felt So Good (König/Fem!Reader) Chapter 3

You can find Chapter 1 here, Chapter 2 here, Chapter 4 here, Chapter 5 here, and Chapter 6 here!

Word count: ~6k

Rating: Mature

A/N: Some use of Y/N and Y/L/N. Feral and jealous Possesive!König. LOTS of smut and tooth-rotting fluff! Literally all smut and feels. Reader is still morally grey and morally questionable. Reader has confidence issues that may be expanded upon later. Continued COD and military inaccuracies galore. Once again written in less than 24 hours so please forgive any mistakes! Also, I have my own canon idea of what König looks like and I’ll post a lil sketch later!

TW: Descriptions of stalking and obsession, hurt/comfort. Low self-esteem, self-confidence issues, allusion to past trauma. SMUT! Oral, fingering, rough sex, dom/sub tones, mild choking, size kink, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, and creampie. LOTS of emotions and feelings. Pet names (in English and German), bad German translations bc I’m STILL a lame monolingual American, and STILL no beta because we die like jackass Graves.

Crappy Translations:

Maus - Mouse

Mein schatz - My darling

Meine leibling - My love

Süßes mädchen- Sweet girl

Scheiße - Shit

Du könntest die Welt in die Knie zwingen, mein kleiner Maus, und du merkst es nicht einmal - You could bring the world to its knees, my little mouse, and you don't even realize it

The moment König shut the door to his room, you were thrown up against the wall. He didn’t give you even a second to react before his mouth was on yours, biting and licking as if he’d die without it. 

“K-König,” you breathed.

You were planning on pushing him away, demanding he talk about the admission from before, but the instant your palms touched his chest you lost all your fight. God, his muscles were tight beneath your hands. All you could think about was how good it felt to lay on that solid chest, how your nails dug marks into the skin there mere months ago. He chose that exact moment to slip his leg between yours and the height difference was great enough that you were pressed tight against the wall by his massive thigh.

“Oh fuck!” 

He let out a low groan as he lifted his leg again, one hand sliding down to your hip to pull you into the motion. Your eyes rolled back as a desperate noise left your throat, high and whiny. You couldn’t count the number of times you’d dreamed about riding his thick thighs and it was even better than you’d imagined, his tense muscle pressing in all the right ways. 

“I’ve missed hearing those beautiful noises, mein schatz,” he hummed lowly, “My imagination and hand were a terrible substitute.”

If you weren’t giving in already, that right there would have done it. Hearing him admit that he jacked off to the thought of you… oh, it checked all the right boxes. The mental image of his in his bed, jerking his cock and whispering your name nearly sent you over the edge. 

“I- I still- Fuck, I still want an- an explanation,” you whimpered between moans. 

König chuckled low and deep, the vibrations rumbling through your chest as he set a devastating rhythm against your core. Each bounce of his leg pushed the seam of your jeans against your clit in the most tantalizing way.

“I will tell you everything your little heart desires,” he promised, leaning down until his lips were pressed against your ear, “After I get to taste that sweet pussy and feel you come for me, ja?” 

A little gasp escaped your lips when he suddenly dropped to his knees in front of you. Deft fingers began undoing your jeans while his other hand slid up under your sweater, lifting it inch by inch as he ghosted over every dip in your abdomen. When his lips came to press little kisses along your soft belly, you instinctively tried to wrench away, only to be strongarmed into staying right where you were. God, as much as you were self-conscious about your extra plush, he made it almost bearable. 

“Mmm, I never thought I could miss something so badly,” he groaned.

Your cheeks flushed under the praise. Careful not to lift his hood too high, you slipped under the material and ran your fingers along his jaw, shivering as the prickly stubble scraped across your palm. It was insane how comfortable and easy it was to fall back into this, how much you were willing to look past just to have these little moments.

“Me either,” you admitted meekly, heart lurching in your chest at the look in his eyes as they met yours. 

As he tugged on your jeans, you lifted your hips and helped wiggle them down, letting out a sigh of relief once the constricting fabric went flying across the room. In the next breath, he had your sweater bunched up over your chest while pressing open-mouthed kisses over your thighs. 

“Shirt and bra off.”

You quickly complied and were rewarded with the most animalistic growl, one hand covering your breast while the other lifted your leg. The sudden shift nearly sent you off balance but König was quick to catch you and press you back against the wall. Once sure you were stable, he wasted no time hooking a finger into your panties just to jerk them aside and dive in without preamble.

“Jeeessuusss, wa-warning next time!” you gasped out weakly. 

His muffled laugh was the only response you got, tongue busy tracing gentle circles around your clit while his fingers pinched and squeezed your sensitive nipple. Fuck, you’d almost forgotten how good he was at this. Brows furrowing, you let your head fall back against the wall with a little thump and sunk your hand into his short hair. It was hard to believe you were finally getting to feel him again, to have him worshiping you between your thighs like a man possessed. He knew just what to do, how to flick his tongue at the perfect pace to have your sanity cracking at the edges and your body bowing to his whims. 

“F-Fuck! Plea-Please, more,” you whimpered, tugging at his locks as you trembled against him. 

He said something but you couldn’t hear him considering he didn’t even bother leaving your pussy for half a second. It didn’t really matter anymore once you felt his hand trail from your thigh to your cunt. Your breath caught in anticipation while he slid a single digit up and down your slit, collecting your arousal leisurely until finally- finally- he pushed into your core. 

You nearly fell then, body instinctively arching into him and his touch, but, as always, he was solid and secure, keeping you safe while never breaking his rhythm. Having even just one of his fingers in your again was like heaven. The few times you’d gotten yourself off, your fingers were nothing compared to his. He easily reached that sweet spongy spot along your wall that drove you crazy and knew exactly how to stimulate it.

“Have to work you open slowly, süßes mädchen, wouldn’t want to hurt you,” he purred softly.

You stupidly nodded in agreement but then, all of a sudden, he froze, leaving you whining desperately. 

“Wha- why?” you groaned. 

When you looked down, you found his bright blues narrowed, looking up at you in a way that you couldn’t decipher. That was… concerning. All the lust evaporated from your mind, leaving you concerned and afraid as he held your eyes intently.

“König, what’s wrong?”

“Nobody else has touched you, have they?” he hummed, a hint of danger lacing his tone. 

You couldn’t help but laugh, earning a glare from the Austrian. 

“What’s funny?” 

“König, no, there hasn’t been anybody else,” you explain softly, tracing your hand from his hair down to his lips, flushing when you found them wet, “How could there be? I told you you ruined me for other men.”

“Meine leibling.”

There were so many emotions in those two words. 

You had to smile as you replied, “You really have to teach me German so I know what you’re saying to me.”

His hand wrapped around yours and pulled it to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to your palm with a little murmur. 

“It means my love,” he explained.

Suddenly, it felt hard to breathe. Why was he so damn sweet? It was hard to bear, and yet you didn’t want him ever to stop. Before you could respond, he buried his face between your thighs with a growl and thrust two fingers into your heat. 

The world blurred behind tears as you focused all of your attention on that deft slick muscle flicking your sensitive nub like a toy. Just when you thought it couldn’t get better, he finally started finger fucking you, curving his digits to push against your g-spot with every thrust. The pressure was almost unbearable, the need to come stringing your entire body tighter than a bow. You were almost sad with how fast it was coming to an end because you could honestly live with the feeling of his mouth on you for the rest of your life.

“Oh! Oh fuck, König, pleasepleaseplease-”

Your voice cut off with a sharp keen when your climax hit suddenly. Slamming your head back against the wall with parted lips, you tried to moan or gasp or do anything other than scream silently at the ceiling but the pleasure was stifling. You could feel the breath he took in as you pulled him closer to your cunt by the roots of his hair. It felt like you’d been edged for the past two months and now, that he was finally allowing you bliss, it was too much. An almost psychotic giggle escaped as his name finally fell from your lips in a cry that you’d most likely regret in the morning. If he had neighbors, they were no doubt getting a surprise X-rated show tonight. 

Ever the giver, he didn’t pull away until you were whimpering and pushing him, every stroke of his tongue like a double-edged sword; pain and pleasure perfectly rolled into one. The instant he was on his feet, you jerked him down into a hungry kiss, moaning lewdly into his mouth as you tasted your arousal on his lips. 

“Need to see you, please!” you begged as you tugged at his shirt. 

It took him next to no time to comply, seemingly just as excited and only slowing down to ensure his hood wasn’t coming off before he was completely naked. Despite having just come, you could feel your body craving his in the most intimate ways. Fuck. He could make millions being a model. There was no denying he was the embodiment of masculinity, every muscle on his body thick and solid with a testament to how hard he worked his body. Before he could do anything else, you reached out for him. Your fingertips traced invisible lines across every dip and rise of his muscle, paying special love to each scar that adorned his body, lips following everywhere your eyes went. He was trembling, obviously tense but willing to let you worship every inch of his skin. 

A quiet moan of appreciation slipped out as you kissed down his adonis belt and traced your tongue around the base of his cock. He was still fucking huge, of course. At first, you’d thought maybe it was the newness of the situation that made him seem so big in your eyes but there was no denying his size with it right in front of you. Just the sight made your cunt throb in need. As you went to touch him, he caught your wrist in a vice grip. 

“If you touch me up anymore, I’m going to come and I refuse to do that before I feel you around me,” he hissed. 

Biting your lower lip, you nodded in understanding, letting him guide you to your feet silently. 

“Mein Gott, I need to be in you now.”

Without warning, he picked you up onto his waist and carried you over to the bed, tossing you gently onto the mattress before climbing over you. Another biting kiss left your lips so swollen and sore that you knew you’d have to come up with some lie for it tomorrow; And for any other marks that might appear on your body.  

“Turn over,” he instructed, pulling your thighs to the side. 

You did as asked and let him position you how he wanted, which turned out to be face down ass up. Big hands palmed your cheeks with a throaty groan, squeezing and spreading, leaving you wide open to his gaze. It was embarrassing to be so exposed but the little noises he made in response were encouraging.

“Du könntest die Welt in die Knie zwingen, mein kleiner Mus, und du merkst es nicht einmal,” he sighed quietly, “You want to know more, ja?”

Reality settled in around your lust-addled brain for just a moment but it was shoved quickly aside when he gently began to push three fingers in. 

“F-Fuck!” 

“It started six months before we met, when we were contracted to gather intel on Shadow Company,” he explained slowly as he stretched your walls thoroughly.

You almost told him you didn’t care about it at that point but there was still some semblance of a brain in your nervous system so you let him talk. 

He let out a little breath then continued, “I’m really not exactly certain as to why but, when I saw your picture, you called out to me; so beautiful and bright, the exact opposite of everything I’ve grown used to seeing. That sweet little smile and those cherub cheeks, so full of life and kindness. And then I read on, learned more from your file about your past before joining Graves. You’ve experienced so much destruction, mein schatz, and yet you still have the light in your eyes. I told myself to let it go but I couldn’t. Not after seeing that.”

He paused as he shifted his wrist and positioned his fingers deeper into your core with a grunt. 

“At this point, I’m sure it’s no secret that we have agents inside other factions, and I used them to get to know you more. What you were really like, how you interacted with everyone, what you liked- More and more until I was in too deep.” 

There were so many emotions to sort through as he talked but the way he was curling his fingers made it more than impossible. You couldn’t resist wiggling your hips at him with a whine. 

“Please,” you groaned, “Keep talking but fuck me!”

A sharp slap echoed through the room and the pain quickly blossomed across your cheek, making you clench around his fingers. You almost wiggled again just to feel more of that sting.

“All in good time. You need to learn patience, maus.” 

“Fu-Fuck, I have patience but I went two fucking months without this and you expect me to just-”

Another slap and another cry from your lips found your head dropping in defeat. König was the master of patience, as he’d proven multiple times before, and you knew you weren’t going to get anywhere with him until he was ready. 

“As I was saying,” he retorted sternly, “I admit it was not fair to have such an advantage against you when we first met, but I wanted- no, I needed to know how to treat you right, in all the ways you loved. Part of me knew I should leave you alone. You were too good, too perfect. I’d just ruin you. You deserved better, but I’m not a good man, schatz, and I am selfish. When I found out we were moving against your team with the orders to kill as necessary, I knew I had to take you, for your safety and my own conscience. And then- then I had you. It was the most maddening experience, seeing you so weak and small, at my complete mercy and whim. Just the thought that something could have happened to you…”

He trailed his words off with a deep growl that sent your hair on end.

“I would have killed them had they tried to touch you.”

Your eyes widened at that. Was he serious? He would have killed his comrades to protect you? Someone he hadn’t even met yet?

“I had planned to just let you out safely once we secured another information source, but scheiße, imagine my surprise when I found you so receptive to me.” 

Lips trailed soft kisses over your soft globes, leaving little love bites in their wake as he worked up your spine. Shivers crept across your skin and you leaned into the touch eagerly, your body craving anything and everything he would give. 

“I never expected to be allowed to touch you,” he whispered against your shoulder, “A literal angel. So perfect and willing to accept a monster like me. I truly considered just keeping you there, hiding you away in my quarters for the rest of time, but things went wrong.” 

A twinge of guilt tightened your stomach in a different, more unpleasant, way. Daniel had found you in König’s room, thankfully dressed and prepared, and you couldn’t resist lest you have a target on your back for the rest of your life. 

“Every day you were gone, I checked on you. I had them convince Graves that you were too fragile to go back out on dangerous missions, that you needed rest for your physical and mental health. If I couldn’t have you here to protect you, I was going to do my damndest to do what I could from afar. I’ve always had your best interests at heart, meine leibling, always. While I may have gone about it the wrong way, I don’t regret it for one second; Because now I have you. I’m no good but, gottverdammt, you make me want to be better for you.”

“König, I-”

Pulling his fingers out, he silenced you with another smack, a rumbling laugh filling the air when you squeaked in pain. 

“Later, leibling, but right now, I need you.”

You nodded in understanding and prostrated yourself further, lifting your hips to help him get a better angle. 

He groaned lowly and squeezed your hip tight, the other hand dragging his cock up and down your cunt, coating himself in your slick until he was thoroughly wet. 

“You’re going to be the death of me,” he sighed when you pushed back against him. 

“Then you’d best take me with you,” you retorted.

If he responded, you couldn’t hear it over your own moan when he thrust in. Brows furrowing and mouth gaping, you cursed him softly as he caught you off guard. There was no waiting, no patience. This was raw animalistic need. Two more thrusts and he was balls deep, stretching you in the most primal way and leaving you gasping for breath. 

“I’m sorry, meine leibling, but I- I couldn’t wait,” he whined softly, “Relax, you’re doing so good for me, taking me so well.”

You couldn’t manage even a single coherent word, just his name and foul curses leaving your lips in quiet little whimpers. 

“You okay, maus?” he asked as his hips stilled. 

“Fine! I’m fine, just- fuck, keep moving,” you cried.

He held your hips still and instantly gave you what you asked for, setting a punishing pace that made your muscles cry out. It felt like he was in your guts, stretching you to the limits and keeping a perfect balance, tipping precariously between ecstasy and anguish. No doubt you’d be covered in bruises tomorrow, internal and external. Fuck, your ass might even be too sore to sit from taking the brunt of his weight. Decidedly worth it. 

It didn’t take long to feel that pressure building up in your lower belly again, his cock filling every last inch of your cunt, head dragging across your sweet spot with every slam of his hips. Without thinking, you shot a hand between your thighs and rubbed your clit viciously, lips parting in a pornographic-level moan.

“K-König, feels so good, please, don’t stop!” 

“Oh fuck,” he moaned huskily, “That’s right, good girl. Come for me. Wanna feel this needy little cunt soak me.”

His growls were lost in the cacophony of your moans and the sound of skin slapping skin. Clenching tight around him earned a brutal smack and that was all it took. For the second time that night, you felt the overwhelming waves crash through you, prying a broken whine from your mouth as tears of bliss streamed down your cheeks. It was too much, not enough.

“Y/N, lift up and look back at me,” König demanded suddenly. 

He stilled long enough for you to push up onto one arm and he instantly grabbed your jaw, wrenching your head back until he could smash his mouth onto yours with a sigh. Slowly, he began to move his hips again, and you welcomed his tongue against yours, the hectic fucking turning into something more sweet, romantic. 

“Now these, these are the tears I love. You look so beautiful when you cry for me,” he cooed quietly, “My perfect little girl with those cock drunk eyes and that sweet little smile. I could stare at you like this forever.” 

“Mmm, wanna be here forever,” you whimpered back.

When he released your face, he didn’t let you collapse back down into your downward dog, instead, he hooked his arm around your neck and held you up, resting his head atop yours while subtly restricting the flow of blood and oxygen without being too much. 

“Of course, schatz, who else will fuck you like this? Who else could shape this tight little hole like I can?” 

Though you knew he was teasing by the tone in his voice, you couldn’t help but whine, “No one! No one could ever make me feel this good. Only you, König, just you! I’m yours.”

A familiar snarl was your only warning before he picked up the pace. 

“Ja, that’s right. Mine! No one will ever touch you again. I’ll kill anyone who tries! You. Are. Mine! Mind- body- soul- forever!”

The scream you let out was demonic and burned your throat raw with the force, but it still didn’t feel like enough- not enough to convey how good he made you feel or the way you felt for him as a whole. Nails digging into his forearm, you clawed onto him for balance as your legs began to wobble, your entire body giving out under the onslaught that was König. He finally released his hold on your throat only to dig his fingers deep into the plush of your hips.

“Y-Yes!” you gasped out when he finally let you rest on your forearms once more, one hand tangling into your locks, “And- And you’re mine. Meine- Meine leibling.”

You knew you butchered his mother tongue but it was worth the whimper he let out and the bruising grip on your hip. Now completely free of restraint, you don’t hesitate to fuck him back, throwing your hips back to meet his thrusts and squeezing your tight walls around his cock. 

“Ahh, I’m going to come, maus. Gonna- Scheiße!”

“Fuck yes, please! Pleasepleaspleaseplease come in me, König. Wanna make you feel good, baby! Wanna be good for you.”

 Your face was suddenly slammed down against the bed, one massive hand pinning you down as he rutted into you with abandon until, finally, he buried himself as far as humanly possible in your cunt. You had to smile into the blankets. So many men were quiet during sex, oh, but not your König. The noises he let out were delectable and you soaked them up like sunlight, as if they were necessary to your survival.

“Oh, Süßes mädchen, you are good for me,” he panted through moans, “Always so good for me. So- So tight and willing and perfect- ah!”

He collapsed over you with a groan, elbows digging into the mattress on either side of you, holding him just off from crushing you. Sweet and soft kisses rained down across your neck and shoulders, pulling quiet little mewls of contentment from your mouth until he placed a sharp bite under your ear. 

“Fuck!” you groaned with a laugh, “I guess I should have expected that this time.” 

A deep chuckle rumbled against your back as he replied, “I enjoy marking you, leaving little reminders that you’re mine.”

Your heart thumps hard against your chest. The need to hold him grew unbearable and you quickly wiggled beneath him, earning a groan from you both when he finally pulled out and you felt both your and his cum leak out over your skin. Once on your back, you wrapped your arms around his neck and tugged him down. You wanted to be the one getting laid on this time. His weight was a comfort, a weighted blanket if you would. 

“Maus, I-”

“You’re not going to hurt me,” you replied softly, feeling deja vu from repeating the same words he used before, “Please, I- I need this.” 

His eyes were swimming with all sorts of emotions but he finally relented with the smallest of nods, allowing you to pull him down to settle over you. Only the upper half of his torso was on you, his head resting against your breasts and feet hanging off the end of the bed, but it was enough. You waited until he got comfortable before running your fingers under his hood, gingerly scraping your nails against his scalp and neck. 

“I don’t know how I feel about everything you said,” you admitted softly.

The way he tensed up made your chest hurt, urging you to quickly continue and soothe his nerves. 

“But I’m not mad either,” you whispered, “It’s… unconventional but also insanely flattering and… romantic? I don’t think I’ve ever had someone want me that much. It kind of scares me that I’m gonna let you down, you know? You-”

“I know. I know what you’re going to say, how you think of yourself, but meine leibling, I’ve seen the good and the bad, and I love it all.”

Love. Oh, there was that powerful word again. You were torn. Logically, you knew he didn’t know you enough to love you, not real you and all your problems. How could someone so powerful, smart, kind, and beautiful as he really want something like you? You knew you weren’t the worst of the bunch, but you also knew there were many better than you too. And yet, another part of you wanted to accept it so badly that it hurt; believe that someone could truly see all your flaws and still love you. 

 As if he could sense your thoughts, he lifted up onto one elbow and his other hand came to cup your cheek.

“Tell me what you’re thinking,” he urged softly. 

Tears clouded your vision and you tried to blink them away unsuccessfully, letting out a huff of frustration when they fell. 

“What happens when you finally realize I’m not as perfect as you thought?” 

Your words were broken, throat tight and burning with each syllable. It was painfully obvious you were close to breaking and you hated showing it. 

“That is not possible,” he assured you kindly, thumb tracing your lower lip tenderly, “You are the most beautiful, most intelligent, and sweetest person I’ve ever met. Even if there was something I found issue with, we would work it out, schatz. Scheiße! What am I even saying? You should be running from me, not questioning if you’re worthy of being with me”  

“I- I don’t-”

With a little grunt, he suddenly lifted onto his knees and cupped your face.

“Do you want proof?” he demanded, “I will give you proof, mein schatz, whatever you need.” 

“Mm?” 

You were still dazed from his touch when he pulled away and it took your brain far too long to realize he had taken his sniper hood off, leaving him bare-faced, and it felt like your heart stopped beating. 

Other than his eyes and mouth, this was the most you’d seen. Nothing you’d ever pictured came even close to reality. Breathing suddenly became something you had to consciously think about as you reached up to touch his face in awe. He was stunning, not in a supermodel way but in a rugged way that made your fingers tremble and your body ache. His dirty blonde locks were cut in a slightly grown-out crew cut, matching the prickly blonde shadow lining his strong jaw and the thick blonde brows furrowed over those gorgeous soft blues. His nose was on the larger side and seemed as if it’d been broken one too many times, topped off with a little scar over the bridge by his eyes that you mindlessly traced. Those plump lips you’d spent so much time kissing were downturned in a serious frown, the scar above his top lip made more prominent by the motion, and it was then that you finally realized you’d been sitting and staring at him without saying a word for far too long. 

Honestly, though, there didn’t seem to be any right words to say. More than him being attractive, your brain was just dumbstruck by the sheer sense of trust he was showing. The tears you’d fought so hard to banish returned with a vengeance. What had you done to deserve this, to deserve someone who wanted you this much? A little voice in the back of your head said that you hadn’t, nothing you’d done had earned someone like König and this had to be some cruel joke. But oh, the look in his eyes, it suffocated that flicker of self-hatred before it could spread.

“Oh, meine liebling, are you-”

Hearing him call you that while being allowed to see all the intricate emotions in his expression… it was too much. Grabbing him by the back of the neck, you jerked him down into a biting kiss as a sob broke forth. You had to do something to try to express your thoughts.

“König,” you whispered brokenly, “Fuck, do you even realize how beautiful you are?!”

He let out a little chuckle against your lips and murmured, “I know I’m not unattractive but I think you are overselling it a little, ja?”

“Not. One. Bit,” you breathed between kisses.

With all your strength, you managed to push him back onto the bed and climbed over his waist, pinning his arms out as you looked over him in full. You knew he could easily overpower you and move you if he wanted, but he seemed content to let you get your fill. You couldn’t get enough of seeing him, your hands absentmindedly tracing designs along his arms and pecs as you reveled in all of the coalescing emotions. 

“God damn, and you really want me?” you sighed wistfully, “Are- Are you sure?”

He easily broke your hold to rest his hands on your sides, slowly stroking up and down from your ribs to your hips and back. The motion was soothing, tender.  

“I know you’ve been taught to think negatively about yourself, but I promise I’ll spend the rest of eternity reminding you every day just how loveable you are, as long as you’ll let me,” he replied before a devious smirk curled up the edges of his lips, “In fact, let me start now, hmm?” 

Leaning forward, you caught his lips in a soft kiss, only for a squeak to escape when he pulled your hips down against his, giving you an intimate feel of just what he had meant by his words. 

He growled, forcing a cry from you when he sunk his teeth into your sore lower lip and mumbled, “You see what you do to me? One look at you and I’m lost. How can you question this when I have the physical evidence to prove it, hmm?” 

Your face flushed warm at his words but you weren’t given a chance to reply before his fingers slipped down between your bodies, tearing out a shaky gasp as his fingers stroked your sensitive nub. 

“I hope you’re ready, maus, because you’re not leaving my side tonight. When I’m done with you, you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”  

…

“So you heard it too?” 

“Yeah, can you believe it? And did you see the marks on his arms?!”

“I just can’t believe someone actually fucked the colonel. I bet she ain’t walkin’ right t’day. I dunno if you’ve seen him in the showers but…”

“Fuck, I know right?! It’s not fucking fair. The anti-social beast gets hung like king fucking kong and he doesn’t even use it. Well, not before last night anyway.”

You tried oh so hard to focus on your lunch and not the explicit conversation about the sex with your Austrian lover last night, but it was hard to ignore. They weren’t exactly being subtle. If only they knew how right they were. You’d done your best to hide it and took ibuprofen to help reduce the tenderness in your muscles, but there was no denying the way your legs and pussy were aching to the high heavens from his brutal treatment. Not that you were complaining. You’d take that pain and worse any day of the week as long as it was from him. 

“Oh shit, shh! He’s here!”

At that, your head jerked up instinctively. Your eyes searched the cafeteria curiously until, finally, you spotted him carrying out his lunch. A little smirk curled up your lips as spotted the many claw marks along his forearms and you had to chuckle to yourself. He just had to wear a T-shirt instead of his usual thermal, didn’t he? You were almost certain it was on purpose, as if he was peacocking that last night’s escapades. It was kind of cute and, honestly, quite arousing. 

“Who do you think it was?” 

“I dunno, man. It has to be one of Shadow Company because why else wouldn’t it have happened before?” 

Your lips fell and you quickly turned away from him, trying to avoid being too obvious when he turned around. As much as you wanted to spend the rest of your time with KorTac being draped all over your lover, reality was a major cock block. Until you were out of Graves’ grasp, you had to be careful. 

One last look found his eyes trained directly on you and your heart jumped into your throat as he walked right at you. 

No. Fucking. Way. 

“Y/L/N?” König asked as he stopped by your table. 

It was painfully obvious how red your face was by the heat emanating from your skin. Doing your best to keep a calm demeanor, you nodded once. 

“What can I help you with, sir?” you asked, cursing the way your voice shook. 

“When you’re done here, meet me in my office,” he instructed, “I need to talk with you about a report you filed on one of my men last night.” 

Oh. Maybe this was actually serious. You felt a little foolish for even thinking he would chance exposing your relationship like that in public. 

“Of course, sir, I’ll be there as soon as possible,” you assured him. 

And then his professional facade slips, the little wink he sent your way making your thighs clench, and you nearly screamed at him for getting you so flustered when he got to hide behind his hood. 

“See to it that you do.” 

With that, he stalked away, your eyes following him in disbelief. 

“What an asshole,” you breathed out quietly, unable to stop the goofy ass smile plastered to your face.

You wasted no time demolishing the rest of your food, your mind going a million miles an hour about what you could expect once you saw him. The mental image of being forced over his desk was enough to make the remainder of your food entirely unappetizing. You had a different kind of hunger to satiate. 

[thedeviltohisangel]

Ghosting their lips against yours before pulling back with a smug smirk, making you chase them desperately

This for Cass and Bucky but paired with the spiciest/kinkiest thing they've ever done together?? Just out of curiosity haha

DROP TO MY KNEES BLURB PROMPT ERA

Ok so like I would never be able to tell you the spiciest/kinkiest thing they have done because every day my mind is telling me new heights of depravity they can reach. Literally whatever you can think of, they've probably tried at least once. And I should dedicate time to writing some of their Kama Sutra adventures. But as we all discover kinks, drop them in my inbox and I will write them.

For this blurb in particular, I went with sub!John being tied up by Cass. Was screaming about Cass punishing John for treating his daughters differently than his sons today with @karasnonsense99 so this is partially born from that as well.

warnings: smut

He was left wondering so many things as his wife disappeared into their walk-in closet. Chief of mind was where had she learned to tie knots like and why had she been holding out on sharing this secret skill of hers for so long?

"You can tug on them all you want. They aren't budging," she remarked as she poked her head back around the corner. "Those knots are meant to withstand their subject being tortured."

"This is fucking torture," he muttered. Both his wrists and both his ankles were currently bound to their bedframe by silk scarves. The same scarves that he complimented endlessly whenever she wore them. The same scarves he had used to blindfold her just last week. The same scarves that Penny used to play dress up and pretend she was her mother. What a fucking betrayal that they were now being used against him.

"We haven't even started in earnest yet, Johnny. Don't make this too easy for me." He was already hard and curved against his stomach, his cock leaking with every tug of the scarves. Leaking with every swish of his wife's hips. Leaking with every needy thought that flitted across his mind.

"I'm being punished for craving the attention of my wife?" Cass walked until she was standing right beside him, her nails scratching at his chest and stomach.

"You're being punished for the way you spoke to Penny." The little girl had some home from kindergarten and John had overheard her talking with her twin about a cute new boy in their class. Just last week Gale had asked for John's help drawing a girl a little picture. He had practically kicked his heels together to help the little boy who he said was following in his footsteps. But Penelope? His little girl? He had shut down her first crush faster than Cass had ever seen him do anything.

"Baby-"

"No. I am done with hearing your voice for the evening. The only time you speak is to beg. Am I clear?" God, she was really asking him to do the impossible. Asking him to be quiet while they made love. But he didn't think he had a choice. Not in his current predicament. He nodded his agreement. "Good."

Cass threw her leg over his torso, her nightgown hiding that she wasn't wearing anything underneath, but the soft, wet skin of her pussy landed satisfyingly against his stomach. Her hips twitched back slightly until the head of him came tantalizingly close to her back entrance. She thinks he was going to draw blood with how hard he was biting his lip.

She threw him a bone and lifted the hem of her nightgown so he could watch as she angled herself just right so his length rested perfectly in the center of her pussy. The throbbing vein feeling like heaven as she moved herself back and forth.

"Spook, please." John lost his semblance of control at the sight of how slick his cock was. He knew the way it would feel wrapped around him. Knew how sweet it tasted. She stilled her hips and dropped her gown. Gone was his view of the most gorgeous, glistening cunt in the world.

"What did I say?" Her hand wrapped around his throat and squeezed gently, John's cock twitching in response. "Don't make it so I have to gag you too, baby." She ghosted her lips over his so lightly he thought he imagined the contact, Cass pulling back with a smirk as she started to swivel her hips gently against his skin. John whined and tried to sit up, chase the feeling of her kiss that he wanted so desperately, his restraints pulling taut and snapping him back down to the bed. Defeated, all he could do was watch as she grinded herself against his stomach, nails digging into his chest for leverage, as she got closer and closer to her own release.

She collapsed to his chest with a breathless laugh once she found it, John pressing his lips to every inch of her face and head he could reach from his vantage point. Cass sat up and giggled, holding his face in her hands. "I love you," she said simply.

"I love you, too. And I'm sorry for how I handled the situation earlier." Cass nodded and hummed, looking back to see that his balls looked heavy and his cock was red and angry. He was about to burst.

"It's a good start," she offered, gracefully landing back on the floor next to him. "I'll think about touching you while I'm in the bath."

"No! Cass, fuck, let me...let me..." There was no way he could lie here knowing she was wet and sudsy only mere feet away from him.

"The door will be open a crack. So we can keep an eye on each other...keep an ear out too, Colonel. Never know what sounds I might come up with to aid in my torture."

[jaggedwolf]

Kate x Lucy

when I started shipping it if I did: pilot episode kiss, ngl, where it establishes that they must already be on-and-off hooking up in between sniping at each other about classified information. Lucy just shows up at her apartment!

my thoughts: when I watched this show I was genuinely bewildered by how this CBS procedural NCIS spin-off....just has a whole-ass lesbian romcom happening in its first season? The S1 finale literally ends on them getting together via a grand gesture with the rest of the team cheering.

anyway, they're so fun! they hit a lot of dynamics I like - Lucy loves loudly and openly while Whistler is brittle and contained, they have tension with a history, the height difference is cute, and man, maybe for a different ship all the drama in 1B would've been too much, but for these two I loved it, and not just because Whistler made the best kicked puppy faces while pining hopelessly

my random headcanons on when they each realize they're gay is that Lucy realizes in middle school and Whistler realizes in college, not too long before Noah's death. Don't think anything in canon contradicts that

What makes me happy about them: they're so ridiculously fond of each other. The consistent hearteyes they aim at each other while engaging in tropey shenanigans and still being individually competent agents makes me very happy. When it comes to the relationship angst, I like that for them it's never closeted/sexuality angst but their very different personalities, the usual fwb-to-lovers difficulties, Whistler's big mistake, and working together. They've been no less delightful as an established relationship in S2 and S3 - I love how much the show loves them, they literally got a ficcy-as-hell undercover-as-couple subplot last episode with all the usual gimmicks

Oh, I also did not anticipate how much physical fighting this procedural would have, and as someone who always wants my faves to get wrecked, I have been very well-served. Lucy almost dying while undercover right after Kate crushes her heart! Whistler getting injured while they're broken up and Lucy yelling at her for it! Such good food. (Show, you can keep beating up Whistler every season, I will never complain.)

What makes me sad about them: Their families, and the resulting loneliness. Lucy talks about her sister and brothers like a youngest kid who used to be close to them but isn't any more, last ep she commented that she knew from a very young age that her parents would never throw her a big wedding like her brothers', the way she gets set off by "financially responsible" as a rationale + her family's money has implications there. Kate's confession of how she shut herself off from the world after Noah's death.

But I like that they know about these things for each other (the way Whistler goes "Right. Right." at Lucy's comment tells us they've talked about this before), and the way they're navigating around and disarming each other's landmines here

things done in fanfic that annoys me: I understand that this is the danger of stepping back into another blonde/brunette live-action f/f ship but I cannot deal with those epithets. Or "taller woman"/"shorter woman" either, all of it always makes the PoV character sound like she has a complex about hair or height. It is okay to use the characters' names, I promise.

things I look for in fanfic: .....I've become such a hipster about characterizations for these two. Lucy is the one who broods and contemplates her feelings, Kate is the one who acts without thinking and gets surprised by her own reactions. Whistler is the one with better work-life balance and hobbies, who moved from DC to Hawai'i and stayed there despite the former being way better for a fed career, who goes surfing every Saturday morning without bothering to be contactable by work, and Lucy is the one who describes her life as consisting solely of "work, gym, and [Whistler]" and sometimes does paperwork on the weekends.

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: Gosh, I really have no other Lucy ships. For Whistler, I could 100% ship Whistler/Tennant if it was like, after the kids are grown. Why do they stand so close to each other in that 1x14 coffee conversation and say each other's full titles, or have Whistler demonstrate career-threatening levels of loyalty to Tennant, if not to make me contemplate this ship? I hope Sam Hanna's presence doesn't mean we don't get any Tennant-Whistler stuff this season.

My happily ever after for them: Just keep on being badass agents together and stay in Hawaii long-term. Don't really see them having kids, but I can totally see Lucy convincing Whistler of having a cat. ...Maybe get a shorter bed, does Lucy really have to climb that high every night XD.

who is the big spoon/little spoon: lmao I was going to make a comment about Lucy jetpacking because of course she does, but the bed comment reminded me that that they have 10 billion pillows on their bed. One weekend morning Lucy is going to sleepily think she's spooning Kate and find out she's actually hugging those pillows, having been abandoned for the Dreaded Ocean.

what is their favorite non-sexual activity: does sparring really count as non-sexual for them it might really be meals at home? They both cook, they enjoy a quiet night in after their truly hectic cases, and they can put on GBBO or one of Whistler's preferred history documentaries afterwards.

[rinatic]

hii can i request johnny as a boyfriend?

A/n: first request, hope you like it :)

Johnny as a boyfriend

Johnny was buying a gift for his friend when he saw you

You two were in the store at the same time picking stuff from the same aisle

He saw that your eyes settled on a plushie that you wanted to get but before you can decide, he grabbed it

Laughing in the inside like the little shit he is, you didn't mind it

But it doesn't stop there

"Do you know what to buy for a friend?"

He wanted to start any conversation even though he already picked the plushie

You started giving him ideas by pointing at different things but he's not paying attention

He's staring at you, without hiding the fact that he is doing so

Is highkey flirting

Because he is talkative, you two stand there in the store for good thirty minutes talking even though you're strangers

Managed to get your phone at the end of the conversation

As you two became friends, johnny would always call you to hang out, and you couldn't refuse

Who wouldn't hang out with him?

He would quickly grow a liking for you and starts to see you as a potential lover

Even if he doesn't necessarily 'love' you

But he slowly falls in love, and you become the most important person in his life

So he won't confess immediately, he'll drop hints, make you flustered on purpose and flirt with you more

One day, he decided that he needs to actually confess because you're dumb lol and he's afraid someone is going to steal you

When you guys start dating, he actually stops being too playful because you two are not friends anymore

He pretends to be mature, but as soon as you enter the room, he collapses internally

Bro is whipped

Is so fucking cocky it's annoying lol

Like he's so extra when he introduces himself to your friends "I'm y/n's sexiest, prettiest, boyfriend, simply the best person in her life"

Is so competitive

Like he literally puts himself in weird situations because he thinks everyone is competing for your love

Talks shit about your male friends

LOVES LOVES LOVES making you flustered

How your cheeks turn a light shade of pink and you hide your face with your hand? He lovessss it

He loves seeing you blush easily at his words, it boosts his ego sm

When you move to his house, you find the plushie you wanted there on his nightstand

"I kept it with me because it reminded me of you, but now you can take it." "Oh, what about your friend?" "It was for mork but fuck him jkkjkjkggt"

Head kisses are a thing mainly because of the height difference

Since i mentioned height, be prepared to be teased for it

Like he doesn't acknowledge the fact that he's so big and tall, he thinks you're so small and teases you for it

Can't reach him to kiss his lips? Your problem, when you two hang out you look like a father and a daughter? Your problem too

Secretly melts because of it

You think he's the most annoying when he's being cocky? Meet johnny i-want-your-full-attention suh

Bro turns into a five year old

"Y/n?? You're not even listening.", "i won't say it again, you should've paid attention.", "I'm literally shirtless in front of you yet you still chose to pay attention to your damn phone."

Is so whiney

Follows you around the house like a puppy

This happens mostly when he wants to show you something

Switches between this 🙄 and 😒

Has a saviour complex ????

Like when you get hurt slightly he makes a big deal out of it

"Omg you fell on the couch? Is your back okay?"

Gossip gossip gossip

Once he starts talking about his day

He. Will. Never. Shut. Up

The only solution to make him stop gossiping and talking shit: a kiss

Speaking of kissing, i don't see him as a rough kisser

He's actually gentle and his kisses are sweet

Unless you made him jealous or something he might devour you-

Sorry

Anyways

He's the type to take up all the space on the couch so you have nowhere to sit except on his lap

A littleshit

Judges people with you

"Oh my, look at their outfit, so fucking ugly i could never."

You always tell him to lower his voice but he's loud and probably the person heard

When you stare at him accidentally

"What? Am i so hot you can't stop looking at me?", "y/n is obsessed with meeee."

Neck kisses and bed conversations

Breakfast in bed is a thing

Jokes a lot just to hear you laugh because he loves it :)

Picks you up trom school/work and says it's his duty to do so

"Hello? Your personal driver arrived, where are you?"

So cuteeee

Also, this mf is so unpredictable ???

Sometimes he doesn't like pda and claims it's cringe then other time he literally holds onto you as if you'll run away from him

And people in the street are judging you

Since you're dating johnny, throw away your wardrobe for two reasons

One, because he thinks your style is ugly lol and he's going to buy you outfits that are better in his opinion

Two, he wants you to wear his clothes

Seeing you walk around in his hoodie or a jacket he just lent you

It makes his heart melt

Will often tell you to pick up anything you like from his closet

Don't take him to events

Is highkey hilarious

He won't embarrass you, but your friends will gradually like him more lol

The pranks

You'll never recover from his pranks, you either end up laughing or completely traumatized no in between

At night, you spend your time cuddling

He likes to tangle your legs and wrap his arm tightly

The type to scoff and sigh when you move away while you two are cuddling

But he brings you back to him with his strong arm

He traps you in his shirtless chest

So it's hard to breath because his gigantic boobs are not allowing you to

But you don't mind it

Is a big spoon but enjoys being the small one too

Play with his hair!!! He loves it

"I washed my hair extra well today, touch it! It's so fluffy!"

You know he washed it well so you can play with it and compliment him

No personal space

"Are you seriously going to the bathroom? After i threw away all my work, friends and family behind you chose the bathroom instead of the love of your life 😟???"

Head on chest cuddles...

"You're taking up the whole bed." "Sleep on me then."

Is flexing his body strength all. The. Time

Anyways

Is so goofy when he's sleep deprived so make sure he sleeps lol

Laughs like a maniac at night to scare you

But is so cute so keep him hehe

Da best boyfriend idc 🤷‍♀️

[skaruresonic]

🤍, 🖤, 💖, 💔, 💕?

🤍: Which character is not as morally bad as everyone else seems to think?

Lmao how many people can I piss off if I jokingly say "Eggman"?

Huh, this is a tough one. Can't really think of any.

I guess I'll fall back on an oldie but goodie and say the ARK, as a whole, was morally ambiguous. While they weren't performing unethical surgery on Shadow, you also don't develop WMDs in secret without some kind of agenda.

I also think GUN's shadiness fluctuates depending on the game. They seem to have shaped up after the events of ShTH and started acting towards a more collective good in honor of Gerald's memory, but their actions in SA2 suggest an inept government. And, well, you know the old saying about stupidity becoming indistinguishable from malice after a certain point.

I tend to wonder what the Commander's plan was during the events of SA2. Although the game portrays GUN as a bunch of flat-feet until it's revealed that they raided the colony, I can't help but wonder if he in some part manufactured Sonic's framing in order to head public scrutiny off at the pass, much like how they portrayed the raid as an accident reponse. I can't imagine the Commander would have liked it to be known that Eggman stole Project Shadow while it lay under his jurisdiction.

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🖤: Which character is not as morally good as everyone else seems to think?

...Eggman. Just because he speculated on his grandfather's motives once or twice doesn't mean he's rethinking his life choices. The war criminal life didn't choose him, he chose the war criminal life lol.

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💖: What is your biggest unpopular opinion about the series?

THE ENTIRE WORLD CAN FIGHT ME ON THIS BUT YOU ARE TRIPPING IF YOU SAY SA2'S TREASURE HUNTING STAGES ARE WORSE THAN SA1'S. BITCH WHERE. HOW. WHOMST.

AT LEAST THEY'RE NOT COPY-PASTED DIRECTLY FROM SONIC'S LEVELS WITHOUT REGARD FOR KNUCKLES' MOVESET. ROUGE AND KNUCKLES MOVE JUST AS QUICKLY AS SONIC AND SHADOW. "IT TAKES TOO LONG" YEAH BECAUSE YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO LEARN THE LAYOUT AND GIT GUD. JESSE WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT. THIS IS SUCH A NONSENSICAL CRITICISM FOR A GAME THAT HAS KART RACING. I DON'T GET IT. IT SAYS "TREASURE HUNTING" ON THE TIN. YOU'RE EXPECTED TO LOOK FOR EMERALDS. THAT'S LIKE GOING FISHING AND COMPLAINING ABOUT GETTING WET.

PLUS THE RADAR IN SA1 BUGS ME SO MUCH MORE BECAUSE IT NEVER SHUTS UP. I LIKE THAT SA2'S RADAR DOESN'T DING EVERY TIME I GET CLOSE TO AN UNINTENDED EMERALD SHARD BECAUSE I CAN JUST PICK UP, NO MUSS NO FUSS NO COCONUTS. THIS IS LITERALLY NOT A PROBLEM. OMFG IF I HAVE TO HEAR "SA2's tReAsUrE hUnTiNg SuCkS" ONE MORE TIME

that being said I will agree that Death Chamber and Egg Quarters suck a bag of dicks, particularly Egg Quarters Hard Mode which leaves you at the mercy of the Kikis' wonky AI. motherfuckers always blow themselves up and ruin my A-rank

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💔: If you had to remove one major character from the series, who would you choose?

You all are really gonna hate me, but Blaze. You could remove her from '06's plot and nothing would change. Hell, the fact that she resides in a different dimension inherently means you could remove every single aspect of her circumstances and nothing of the series at large would change.

Idk man, I just don't think she adds much, honestly. Her personality is kind of Mary-Suish while also being underwhelming, as well as largely informed: her fear of heights, for instance, doesn't impact Rush's gameplay at all. She enjoys special exceptions other girl characters don't, and it's a pain in the ass to even include her in a future game because you have to explain why she isn't back in her own dimension.

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💕: What is an unpopular ship that you like?

Is Shadria unpopular enough to count? Guess it's only unpopular with antis.

Oh, well. I'll say Sonegg :P

[blackbat05]

Don't be scared

Frank Castle x Female Reader

Plot: Escaping from the memories of you proves to be especially difficult when a core memory is forged on a vehicle that transcends international waters.

Genre: PG-13, Angst

A/N: Finally got down to binge-watching <The Punisher> on my break and got inspiration from being literally on a plane ride that was one of the most bumpy ones that I ever had. Hope you enjoy it! Reblogs appreciated💜

Frank Castle picks up his bag, towering over most passengers. But he keeps his head down not wanting to attract any unwanted attention.

Stuffing his passport back into the bag, he slings it over his shoulder, searching for his seat. Frank sees a young woman sitting at the window seat, staring absentmindedly at the ground staff moving luggage into the plane. Good. She doesn't seem to be the nosy type.

He takes his seat, allowing other passengers to get settled in. The boarding process goes smoothly and the plane starts to prepare for takeoff. The safety briefing that no one pays attention to finishes swiftly and the engines begin to whir to life. Frank finally relaxes and he decides to try and catch some shut eye.

Even if it may be riddled with nightmares.

Frank doesn't know how long the plane had been in the air until he's rudely awake by a harsh jerk. Turbulence.

He's about to go back to his fueled nightmares when he sees the woman holding the armrest in a death grip. She's trying to regulate her breathing and her left ring finger taps irregularly.

He has religiously followed his rules of not engaging with any civilians but curse his need to help others. Frank's about to decide against breaking his rules when the woman addresses him first.

"I'm sorry but do you think I could take that paper bag if you don't need it?"

Frank realizes that you're talking about the barf bag that is slotted into the pocket of every seat. It hits him how the woman remains polite despite looking on the verge of a breakdown. Ah, screw this.

"Be my guest. But do you mind if I help you? You seem a little sick." He hopes he hasn't offended her. The woman gives a weak smile. "You're an observant one. I have a fear of flying."

Frank notices that the woman looks at him for a while as if waiting for him to mock her. "Don't worry about it. It's perfectly normal. I've seen plenty of guys struggling with heights let alone jumping out of a plane."

She takes some time to process this. "You're military."

"Marines." Frank should have had the alarm ringing in his head but he sees the woman visibly relaxing. "We all have different ways to take control of that fear. You want to know what I do?"

Frank leans in, directing her to face the magnificent view of the clouds, the wing of the plane in sight. "Tell me five things that you see. You name one thing and you take a deep breath right after."

She bravely nods and her eyes roam around.

"All I see is just clouds but... that one looks like it has wings."

Frank nods his head, silently encouraging her to continue.

"The sky is so blue... pastel blue. They look like the paint that they sell at the local bookstore. It looks like another plane just flew past not too long ago judging by the straight line that looks out of place if you ask me-ah!"

The plane shakes as it passes through another cloud.

"Hey, don't give up on me. You still have two more." Frank urges. She slowly opens her eyes and takes a deep breath like he instructed.

"I think I can see an island but it's blocked by the clouds. Come to think of it... I never noticed how they look so much like cotton candy."

The plane starts to make its descent and the Captain announces that they are almost at the end of the journey.

"Feeling better?"

The woman smiles and she turns around, nose almost brushing against Frank who had yet to move back into his seat. "Much. Thank you. I'll definitely remember what you've taught me. Control the fear and don't let it control you."

"Glad I could help."

Frank is about to settle in to prepare for landing when she asks the dreaded question.

"I'm not usually the nosy type but I would love to know the name of the stranger who helped me with my decade-long fear of flying." The look on her face was almost pleading. It was difficult to fight against. So he does.

"Pete."

But you see, it never ends there.

***

"Safe travels Frank." Curtis brings him in for a hug. "Call me if you need anything."

Frank returns the hug and heads for the departure gate. He tunes out the thousands of passengers fighting to get to their assigned gate and in no time he finds his own.

He checks his ticket again, 29F. The very same. Frank sits down and he doesn’t bother to make space for the incoming passenger who would be sitting beside him because it would be empty. Frank made sure of it with the help of David.

The plane races on the runway and it ascends into the clouds. The light for the seatbelts turns off and passengers start to unbuckle their seatbelts. Frank moves too but to the window seat.

"I have to do this Frank. Remember? Not to let my fear rule me."

"Breaking news, a UN plane delivering supplies to the Western region of Qurac exploded yesterday evening. The situation is developing but it is presumed that all personnel are dead."

Frank takes a heavy breath.

"I could come with you. We always did work well as a team."

Frank chuckles, looking at the Liberman family standing behind David. "Nah, I'm good. Besides, Sarah will cut your balls off if you pull another stunt again."

David breaks into a snort. "Very funny." He pauses, looking visibly uncomfortable. "Don't do anything stupid."

"No promises."

The plane shakes and Frank sees a little girl in the other aisle squeezing her eyes shut as her mother holds her hand. He turns away, facing the clouds once more.

He wonders if the plane goes any higher, would he be able to see her? He can't imagine how the fear had gripped her at the last moment, leaving her trapped like a rat in a cage.

No, she wouldn't have. She would have been brave up till the very end. Atta girl. He wants to hug her so badly. He's so close but yet he can never close the gap.

The plane starts to descend, announcing its arrival. Frank takes a look at the photo of his last moment with her - a simple ice cream date at a park. Bringing it to his lips, he makes a promise that he'll come for you soon.

But first, he'll make a trip to hell.

For they will pay.

[sugarcoateddreamsau]

🌙 Inscribed Nightmares 🌙

The Chefs

[EDIT: THIS IS OUTDATED AND WILL NO LONGER BE USED FOR THE AU AS I'M REDOING THE BIOGRAPHY]

Age: 30 & 30

Height: 5'7 & 5'5

Born: JAN 1

Name(s): Beezal Obulb & Zaleeb Bulbo

Beezal's stats:

STAMINA: 💫💫💫⭐⭐

PROFICIENCY: 💫💫⭐⭐⭐

CREATIVITY: ⭐

EPITHET: Mundie/no-epithet INFATUATE

ANIMAL: Chicken

FAV FOOD: Soup

LIKES: himself, horizontal pilot, hearing himself speak, talking.

Zaleeb's stats:

STAMINA: ⭐

PROFICIENCY: ⭐⭐⭐⭐

CREATIVITY: ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

EPITHET: Mundie/No-Epithet

ANIMAL: Rooster

FAV FOOD: Noodles

Likes: Staying silent, Games revolved around teamwork, hearing other's speak, Listening, anywhere that isn't their brother's restaurant.

INFO ABOUT THEM

Two Chefs who recently moved to Sweet Jazz City to start and set up a restaurant business in the big city. In as little as a couple years, they practically took over the entire cooking scene! They have been on dozens and dozens of interviews and live shows with their careers and reach only growing exponentially! Beezal is the only brother who actively participates in the publicity. The other brother, Zaleeb, tends to leave as soon as crowds start to mention the food.

Many who have been interviewed went off into tangents about how delicious and great the chef's food, but one person claims otherwise. When asked about their cooking to Howie Honeyglow, he gave this wild response:

Howie Honeyglow: "I don't buy this. Something is off about their food. It looks like slob that only serve to be nutritious to prisoners to keep em alive, yet people keep hounding to their place like they're infatuated with the food. I had multiple bees that shared the same distain with their food as I. They try it, and the next time I see em, they can't shut up about the place. They stop eating anywhere else but that place and put all of their time into eating at that restaurant three times a day at the very least, even if it breaks their pockets. I've seen people literally walk miles to that place when a different place was literally a five minute walk away, people become addicted to their food, and dozens of hard working cooks lose their careers to these people. When chefs who actually know how to do their goddamn job are asked about their work practices, they can talk people's ears off, but anytime those two have one of their little interviews, they talk like they haven't been in a kitchen a day in their lives. Those two aren't doing their jobs. I know one of those chefs are hiding that they're inscribed, and I refuse to eat their slob. Now let me do my job."

He just went back into work, ignoring any further questions. When Naven Nuknuk was asked about the place, while he didn't have as much to say as Howie, it was noted that he had never eaten there before and doesn't plan on doing so anytime in the near future. As the restaurant grew in popularity, Naven has claimed that he had to fire a decent amount of STEM employees due to them neglecting their responsibilities.

Some investigations about the restaurant went underway due to an increasing amount of customers spending unhealthy amounts of hours at the restaurant to the point where their lives have taken a sharp decline. Unfortunately, without any clear proof of foul play or abuse of epithet abilities as none of the brothers are shown to be inscribed on their records, the investigation went cold rather quickly.

[elysiumarchieve]

Idk how to use this app and this is my first time requesting,i don't even know if this is where you request- B B B BUT PLEASE PLEASE CAN YOU DO Scaramouche with a VERY tall(about 190cm tall) and MUSCULAR female reader and she also has a lot of tattoos how would he react to the height difference,the tattoos & muscles...HSDDGSAXCBAAA(BONUS POINT IF THE READER WAS PREVIOUS GANG LEADER SDGTHJ)(,also if you can,pls write abt him reacting to the reader suddenly picks him up with ease)thank you🙏🙏

YES YOU'RE AT THE RIGHT PLACE!! AND OMG I LOVE TATTOOS SM but i'm scared of needles so it might actually take me some time to actually get one😭

n E WAYS HERE YOU GO ANON!

scaramouche x tall! muscular! fem! s/o

warnings: none really, fluff?? are tattoos a warning?? mentioning of you having beat up some people, scaramouche is a little shit

✧ okay, but to actually visualise this you need to see how my headcanon on his height is

✧ i think he's actually around 163cm/5'4" and then having a s/o who's like 190cm/6'2"?? I REALLY NEED YOU GUYS TO SEE THIS BECAUSE I ACTUALLY LOVE IT SM

✧ he only reaches up to your shoulder like this😭

✧ n e ways, scaramouche isn't the type of person to be bothered about people's height that much - whether or not you're tall or small, he doesn't mind. you can almost say that he only believes that the personality counts, but he legitimately doesn't give two flying fucks about it

✧ however what bothers him is that he can't look up at your face while he's wearing his hat and always has to take it off to get a proper look at your face, so he usually asks you to bend down a little so he can actually take a look at you without straining his neck

✧ if his s/o is more of a playful person and teases him about his height, he'll simply scoff at it and call your jokes 'tasteless', claiming that you had no grasp about what real power means (if you remind him that you were just asking him about the weather down there he'll glare at you)

✧ on another note, scaramouche also sees the benefits of having a tall and incredibly strong s/o! unlike him, in huge crowds you stand out far more and can see way better than he can, which usually ends with him asking you to survey the area and tell him about anything suspicious you can see

✧ as it's scaramouche we're talking about, he's always trying to use someone else for his schemes, even if it's you. therefore, even if it's some dirty work like catching up to random people and handing them to you for 'interrogation' is his favorite pastime

✧ also, he likes if you wear sleeveless stuff so he can take a better look at your tattoos from time to time. if you ever catch him looking at them he won't even be flustered and simply give you a shit eating grin; why should he be flustered at enjoying his s/o's tattoos?

✧ also,,, his s/o's muscles!! considering he is more on the lean side, he admires your muscles. if you ever get worried that they might distract anyone from your feminine side he's quick to shut you up

✧ just because you're stronger than most and built differently (literally) doesn't mean you can't be feminine at all

✧ if you're more on the tomboyish side, he won't mind either, looks do not really matter to him similar as to how he doesn't initially care about his s/o's height - you are you regardless of how you look and that's why he appreciates you

✧ also, he likes how people get intimidated by you when they have no idea about who you are. scaramouche enjoys how people suddenly become even smaller when you appear next to him (not that he couldn't handle himself that is)

✧ honestly though, if you try picking him up you might feel like holding a cat that doesn't want to be held at all - thrashing around and becoming somewhat flustered at you for simply throwing him over your shoulders before walking off

✧ if anyone saw that he'll threaten them to forget about it - the balladeer was never picked up like a cat and if anybody dares to spread such a 'malicious rumor' they will be exterminated on sight

✧ he'd prefer if you pick up other people than him and beat them up for him as he watches on, but if you continue doing so i think he'll eventually resign and simply give up trying to make you stop (which is very unlike scaramouche)

✧ scaramouche is too stubborn though to ask you for any help. there's something really high up and he can't reach it? no matter, he can do it on his own. it's a fact he insists on and even if you offer your help to him he might immediately decline any of it

✧ pls lean down to kiss him, he's secretly a sucker for it i swear

✧ all in all, he doesn't mind his taller s/o, but he has developed a great distaste for your jokes about is own height - however, at some point in your relationship he merely scoffs at them and shakes his head

[eatabubble]

Short

Vance x reader

Reader is like an inch taller idk

Summary - you and Vance are online friends but you ended up taking a trip to his hometown, however you can't quite get over his height

Word count: 944

I read somewhere that Tristan (Bruces actor) is like 5'5 so like since Brady (Vances actor) is almost the same height as him so I'd like to assume Vance is pretty much is the same height maybe shorter so here's this lmao

Social media and I guess advanced technology is a thing already👌🏼

☆☆☆☆

"Holy cow your short Vance"

"Shut up,"

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Vance and you have been friends through social media because of some cocky thing he had said on an app and when it found you, you decided to say something though it had nothing to do with you, you decided it would be funny to see how he'd respond.

So from then on you two continued to "bully" eachother or just tease a little but after around two weeks of nonsense you added eachother, both not going a day without talking since then. Due to you guys living in different states though, you've never seen one another in real life, but as soon as you got your first vehicle at 17 you decided your first big trip should be to Denver where your good, old dear pal, Vance was at, you didn't tell him though and truth be told you didn't know what to expect he never wanted to face time you, you knew he was your age though, because what type of weird middle aged man say they're 5'5? And he would show you pictures of him beating his personal high scores in pinball, but you did add him not knowing he was the school "bully" however he seemed to be nice to you, plus you'd stay there too short of a time to really know the reputation he built in his hometown.

So as you got closer to your designated spot you began to ask Vance a tad bit too many personal questions about where he hangs out the most at, and where he lives so he soon got suspicious and began connecting the dots from when you told him 3 weeks ago that you got your driver's license to when you said your parents got you a car as to when you said what his reaction would be if you drove to Denver to meet him and to now when you wouldn't stop spamming him questions along the lines of "do you live in a big neighborhood or?". So yeah your surprise was a bit of a fail but here you were now at a convenient store with a worn out logo up front, 'grab n go' and surprisingly to anyone else but you he bought all the stuff you picked out.

You couldn't lie about the fact that you felt people staring at you two inside the store, you thought maybe he was popular here, maybe that explains why they're staring at him, but if he was popular why would everybody shuffle a little further away from the both of you each step yo- he took. You didn't care too much to dig into it further as you guys left but you did end up asking him.

"Are you popular here or something Vance, because you never told me that."

"Eh, I suppose it's something like that"

"Huh?" "Doesn't matter here lets go up that hill over there" "okay!"

As you made your way up the hill he pointed at earlier, you asked if he could show you the pinball machine he always uses or if he could show you how to play, you already know to play but you wanted him to show you how he plays because if he could best his high score every time he must be doing something very right. "we already passed it y/n"

"what, where we only went to that old store down there- oh, oh was it over at the corner crowded by everybody" "mhmm"

"so I assume it's hard to get a chance to play, right?"

"Not necessarily a problem for me, I mean it basically has my name all over it but maybe for other people" "wow"

------

"You know I expected you to be a bit taller Vance, yeah you told me your height but I thought maybe you were exaggerating like you knew you were short but wanted to get the point across so you lowered the numbers a bit,"

"That makes no sense y/n, literally, what part of that was logical to you" he rolled his eyes at you.

"Hey, you don't get to make fun of me, atleast I can reach the top shelf at libraries" you knew you were exaggerating he most likely could reach it just fine but just like the first time you both talked to eachother you wanted to see how he'd respond.

"I so can reach the top shelf we're legit the same size" he replied feigning offense in his voice or maybe he was offended you couldn't really tell "you probably wouldn't know if you could or not, it's not like you've ever touched a book anyway." As he was about to snap back you grabbed one of his candies, stood up and held it high standing on your tippy toes and extending your arm as far as it can go, you knew he could pretty much reach it if he really tried because as mentioned you were pretty much the same height but he seemed to be struggling

....

"Holy cow your short Vance"

"Shut up stop saying that, I just don't want to hurt you, stop making my height a bigger deal than it is"

"Ill pray for you to grow Vance, don't you worry" you gave him his wrapped candy back.

"Geez so generous thank you, humble friend" he had a sarcastic tone to it while letting out an annoyed sigh as he finished. "You're so welcomed, Vance" you said having the biggest smile on your face. You wanted to enjoy the few days you'll be staying and what other way to do that than to annoy good ol' Vance Hopper.

[mo1kkia]

Encanto Review

SPOILERS IN THE REVIEW

Hello I am going to be reviewing Encanto. I finally was able to get around to watching in this weekend with my mom. Much like In the Heights, this movie may or may not have cause a semi identity crisis for not being as connected to my cultural roots as I feel as I should be. For reference I'm Puerto Rican and Colombian. Which honestly I found really cool cause Lin wrote the songs, so I felt really excited to see the work.

I think the movie was absolutely adorable and hit many emotional nerves in me. The scenes with Alma yelling/getting angry with Maribel just trying her best like bestie no. Also in the scene in the gif above^ broke my heart especially with the whole symbolism of like Mari being literally in the shadow. The fact they just kept her hidden the whole ceremony, shout out to Antonio who is a ray sunshine. The music was amazing, and honestly hit different when I payed attention to the lyrics. Like the first verse in Waiting on a Miracle...I was basically a cry baby in a theater of children. I spent the first few minutes joking about how Pepa doesn't really look like she was their child cause she was a whole ginger, but her and Bruno look related so. We don't talk about Bruno was the one song I didn't cry over because its a whole bop. Also I won't shut up about how good the songs Lin writes especially when they layer.

Honestly maybe cause Pepa's family wasn't the main focus but their children seem more put together. If there happens to be a show (WHICH I WOULD APPRECIATE SO MUCH DISNEY) I would love to have more in depth on their side. I've never been happy to see a cartoon family so diverse in color and the fact it was reflective of my family *chefs kiss* Like seeing Isa's, Antonio's, and Bruno's rooms makes me wander what the other rooms look like? Also how did Dolores handle hearing Bruno, like did she think she was just hearing stuff or just didn't speak on it for her mom's sanity. Don't think I forgot about Camilo cause that is another ray, would have loved to see him a little more and honestly I feel like Bruno and Camilo may be close personality wise. But that could be cause they're both wearing ruanas.

Don't even get me started on Dos Oruguitas because I think just thinking about it will make me break down. I personally think its better than the beginning of Up but I only say that cause I don't cry seeing the montage. I was upset with Alma but by the end I understood that she was hurting to, and THE SYMBOLISM that she never took off her black mourning shawl until after she was able to move on at the end.

Things that made me laugh/happy, the coffee addict kid. I'm trying to be that active. Finding out Felix is voiced by a Castillo (which is my last name). My mother's face when I told her Mariano was Maluma.

I would also like every one to know that I was emotional before the movie started cause of the short they showed called Far From The Tree. Who knew I would understand everything the raccoons were saying. Honestly the first few seconds I thought it was gonna be about the raccoon in Pocahontas.

Anyways I hope you enjoyed my thoughts don't shy away from sharing yours!

[train-wrecc]

ALPHA.

• hamish duke x fem!reader

warning(s) ⚠️: none? somewhat angst (not really), death, mentions of blood

pairings: vera x niece!reader, hamish duke x reader

summary: y/n is vera stones niece who had been inducted into the hermetic order of the blue rose 4 years ago (senior in college) however when reviewing books in the reliquary/vault for an assignment she stumbles upon a certain fur coat, the hide of alpha.

wc (word count): 2.2k

gc (gif credit): unknown/google

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y/n had barely set foot into the temple before alyssa almost tackled her to the floor. "geez, medicum, watch where you're going."

"magistratus! you're just the person i was looking for! im so sorry for bumping into you but uh, " the blonde gestures behind her with a hand, "the temple magus would like to see you..." she says, before plastering an awkward smile and walking off.

"and i thought today couldn't get any worse..." y/n mumbled.

y/n walked down the corridor before stopping at the large doors which the temple magus who just so happened to be her aunt, sat behind.

the doors opened before her, and she was met with her aunt and a large older man. "temple magus." y/n said nodding her head, glancing at the man that was stood beside her aunt in confusion.

"magistratus, welc-" vera was interrupted by the older man beside her.

"vera quit with the formalities, she's your niece!" he chuckled.

"edward coventry, the grand magus." edward extended his hand out for y/n to shake. she embraced his hand with hers giving a firm shake.

"your aunt has told me a lot about you y/n,"

"all good things, i assume." y/n responded.

"yes, of course, you could say im intrigued... meet me in the temple tomorrow afternoon. I have an interesting assignment for you."

-

the door clattered open as alyssa made her way into the temple where y/n and a few other magistratus' stood.

the others glanced in shock, "what is a medicum doing here?" selena questioned as she snickered at kyle as alyssa walked past the group.

"she's here like the rest of us, the magus wouldn't have allowed her to be here if she hadn't proven herself." y/n said in an attempt to get selena to shut up.

"are you sure? the only reason you're a magistratus is because of your auntie." selena continued.

y/n rolled her eyes tired of dealing with selena, "you're right, who else promotes us besides the magus? selena, why don't you keep your mouth shut, before i shut it for you, after all, my aunt is the temple magus."

before selena could utter a snarky remark edward strode in.

"okay! vera says that you're the ones with the most potential. potential will get you into the door, but it will not guarantee you a seat, " edward rips off the cloth which was obstructing the view of what appeared to be an obsidian block, "at the table." he continued.

"this obsidian block is estimated to be between, mhm, 1,500 and 2,000 years old." he gesticulates to the block.

"but spoiler alert. this is no ordinary... hunk of rock," he says, dropping a bug onto the rock which in turn burst.

"something is inside this obsidian that people don't want others to have. i want you to reverse engineer the magic protecting this stone."

y/n notices alyssa begins to write "deleatur?" on her notebook, as kyle glances at the word on the book before speaking up.

'of course he would, arrogant prick....' y/n thinks to herself.

"magus?" kyle steps forward, "with your permission?" he continued, as edward motioned towards the rock, as a signal to continue.

kyle raised a knife to his right hand before slicing it and muttering "deleatur", flicking his wrist toward the stone.

shortly after the flick of his wrist, his right forearm collided against his upper arm, his limb broken now, bone sticking out.

he gasps in pain, which puts a small smirk on y/ns face, 'serves him right...' roaming in her mind.

"you know how to heal that?" edward breaks the silence. kyle responded with a shake of his head 'no'.

"right. my driver will take you to the hospital."

kyle walks out of the room, hunched over, cradling his right arm the best that he can.

edward picks the obsidian up from its frame, "now that you know what you're dealing with, impress me." before he follows behind kyle.

"alyssa. make sure the temple gets a proper cleansing." are his last words.

"at once, magus." alyssa replied.

"now we know why she's here." diego called, his arm around selena's shoulder calls, a smirk on his face as she laughs before they continue to make their way out of the temple.

a sigh falls from alyssa's lips.

"don't worry about them medicum, you're not here for that. they just feel threatened by you." the y/h/c (your hair colour, i.e. brunette, blonde) girl spoke up.

"thanks, magistratus." alyssa responded.

y/n simply nodded in return, before stalking off to go pester her aunt, she had an idea about an incantation that might work on reversing the magic which was protecting the obsidian.

-

next day...

y/n's fist met the door as she knocked.

she could faintly hear the word "aperiatur" slip from her aunt's lips, as the doors opened.

"magistratus." vera greeted y/n.

y/n rolled her eyes, her aunt had always been so persistent in remaining professional at the temple, so that other members never thought y/n only got in due to vera.

"hey auntie vera," y/n says her words practically covered in honey.

"one. what did i tell you about keeping our professionalism and two. what do you want?" vera smirked knowing her niece too well.

a sigh came from y/n's lips, knowing her aunt had caught on.

"you're aware of the assignment of edward's that i'm apart of?" her aunt nodded in respond to the question.

"well i need to get into the vault, and before you interrupt me there's a book in there that i want to examine and see if i can find an incantation for the assignment." y/n explained, she had been planning on talking to her aunt the day before but something had come up.

"no." vera gulped knowing well she had given alyssa, a medium, access to the reliquary the day before. however the vault is different she reassured herself.

"of course, god forbid you do me one favour." y/n said her voice sour, her head nodding in false understanding.

"y'know ive worked my ass twice as hard as anyone else to be here, and yet i'm always getting criticized the most for every simple mistake that i make which aren't very many..." y/n began, her aunts answer irking her.

"and you decide to do alyssa the kiss ass a favour and give her access to the reliquary when she's a medicum, however, you can't do me a favour and let me use the vault once." y/n finishes brows furrowed, done with her aunt at the moment.

y/n began to stalk off before vera stopped the girl.

"y/n. you may use the vault." vera murmured.

the y/h (your height i.e. short, tall) girl returned to the room silently.

she handed y/n a necklace with a pentagon-shaped charm attached to it. "repeat after me. sanguis meus tuas laminate acuit." vera says the incantation.

"sanguis meus tuas laminate acuit."

with the movement of vera's hand, the bookshelves began to separate and opened to a corridor.

"y/n, sweetheart, you know i love you. the only reason i criticize you, harshly at times, is because i know you have the potential to be twice as great as you already are. greater than me." her aunt said dripping in sympathy and love.

however, y/n doubted that.

"of course i know because you remind me so often." the words slipped from y/n's lips, filled with sarcasm.

y/n made her way through the fear corridor and into the vault clutching the pentagon necklace as vera watched from the entrance.

-

y/n had been searching for the incantation for a few hours now and had yet to find the incantation.

she had rummaged through all the books that were out in the open and visible before deciding maybe there were some in hiding.

she had scoured high and low for books and had nearly given up before her eyes caught a rugged brown chest of some sort.

"this has to be it!" she exclaimed to herself, noticing the lock on the latch of it.

she'd assumed vera had left a while ago, and figured she'd have to talk to her about it the next day.

however, before she could even reach for the lock, it burst and the top of the trunk rose.

all she could see was some kind of fur coat before it had engulfed her and her vision was captured by darkness as she gasped.

(a/n: thank the lord she's a werewolf now, we can now get to the good part!!!!! 🥳)

-

a groan emitted from the y/h/c, as she began to stir. she felt like she was repeatedly getting pricked by something.

sweat dripped down her trembling body, teeth chattering from the cold. her eyes peeled open, vision fuzzy before it cleared. she wrapped her arms around herself, her arms met her bare chest.

her eyes widened in realization, she was naked.

eyes gazing down, she took in her bare body, painted red. her fingers met the dark red, substance. blood. blood, that was not her own.

"no, no, no, shit! what the fuck did i do?" y/n says in disbelief, hands twitching, as panic fills her veins.

she retrieves herself from the dirt of the forest as she makes her way through the large trees, hiding behind them every so often in order to not expose herself in case anyone were to be in the forest.

she nears a tent not too far from where she awoke and evaluates the area for anyone. it appeared to be vacant, so y/n made her way toward the tent in search of something to cover her bare body with.

however, when she neared the tent, her vision was once again met with blood. on the ground lay a man a hole where his heart should be. her vision became blurred by the tears that filled her eyes. this was the persons life she had took. a young man, who had his whole life ahead of him.

and it was put to an end because of her.

his blood was on her hands. literally.

though her hands trembled y/n had managed to rummage through his things, and find a change if clothes which we had immediately put on.

the pieces of cloth, which caressed her body, aided in warming her. she didn't waste another second and got to work quickly, digging somewhat of a grave for the male.

once she had covered the now cadaver-filled hole, y/n gathered a few leaves which took the place of which would ideally be flowers.

she sniffled, viciously blinking to try and rid her eyes of tears. y/n gently pressed the leaves into the soil, before getting up from her knees.

next came getting rid of any evidence that the man had ever set foot in the woods. she used a simple incantation to rid the small area of any objects.

after she had done so, she mad her journey near the edge of the woods, which she was quite familiar with, being in the order and they tend to venture in the woods often, especially when recruiting neophytes.

however, around fifteen minutes had passed, and y/n's eyesight was no longer a captive to the never-ending trees.

she no longer knew where she was... she'd never seen a house on the outskirts of the woods. she wondered if it had always been there.

y/n hadn't thought up a plan, before she knew it her legs were carrying her to the front door, and her curled fist met the wood of the door.

she truly hadn't thought about what she was gonna say, until she had knocked on the door.

what would she do? how would she explain her dishevelled appearance? the blood... oh god she had forgotten that she was practically drenched in the dark fluid from head to toe.

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a/n: y'all this is so bad I'm sorry and it's on the longer side and like for what reason? 🤨😂

like literally nothing happened im so sorry this is literal shit...  obviously there WILL be a PT 2,

& sorry if the spacing is weird i’m on the mobile app...

also this is the only part that’ll be in third pov, i normally write first person but i was trying something different & i didn’t like it

& IM SORRY HAMISH WASNTIN THIS PRT HE'LL BE IN THE NEXT ONE I PROMISE !!!! 😔❤️🤞

[corysmiles]

It has now been 2 weeks since Techno's secret has been discovered, and needless to say, it was a huge weight off his shoulders.

He would still drink the potion from time to time, earning a small glare from his friends.

"Come on, it's not because I'm a giant that I have to stop seeing the world from your point of view. Plus I don't have to worry about crushing you or stepping on you everytime."

"Sure… but this better not have anything to do with your fears of rejection because we're humans. Because we told you-"

"-told you it's fine and we don't care and will continue to view you as the same person despite everything. I know." Techno finished with a smile.

And maybe he was still a bit insecure about the whole ordeal. Maybe. But he did his best to push his anxieties aside, and when the potion wore off, he would still hang out with his friends for a couple hours more. So it was progress!

Plus, while hanging with people at his real size, he found much more fun ways to torment his pals.

"Hey, that's not fair!! Give it back!!" Tommy yelled, jumping as high as he could

"Heh, if you want your Juke-box back, just come and grab it~" the giant taunted, dangling the precious object (carefully) a good 30 ft above the human. Wilbur and Phil simply laughed at the scene as Tommy tried to climb on techno's shirt, since he was lying down, only for him to fall back on the ground. ("It always seems so easy in the movies, what the fuck?! That's not fair.") Techno's movements always stopped as soon as he felt the boy trying to climb, and suppressed a laugh as he failed.

After a couple more attempts and laughter, Techno gave back the precious box to Tommy, who held it close to his chest.

"Oohh, my precious, how have I missed you"

"Come on, I only took it for 20 minutes" Techno snorted

"And that's 20 minutes of me being separated from my true love!! How could you" he said, overdramatically.

"What a vile creature I am, truly" he replied, deadpan.

Eventually, the conversation shifted back to random topics. It was nice.

After a moment though, Techno noticed Tommy staring blankly at him, silent. After a couple more seconds, the blond prompted.

"What is it like, to see things from up there?"

Everyone turned to look at Tommy. Techno raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

"What's it like, you know? Because you can and have seen things from our perspective, but I don't know what it's like to have your eyes so up high."

Techno was taken aback. Usually they did not really mention their size difference, aside from jokes and nicknames. He felt his throat tightening a bit.

Before he could answer, though, Tommy asked. "Can you show me?"

Immediately, Techno's mind was filled with a thousand possibilities this might go wrong. He tried to mute them down hard.

"Well, sorry to disappoint you buddy, but I don't have any 'growth potion' so I can't really-"

"No, I meant like, you grab me up there." Tommy corrected, very casually.

Techno stepped back "WHAT? Tommy, I can't- … I …"

"What, is it illegal or something?"

Techno could only see thoughts of his friend getting hurt by his carelessness. He never held a human before! Not like that!!

"No, but- … I … what if I grab you too hard, or lift you too fast? Or if you fall?? I-"

"Well I'll tell you if there's something wrong, big man." Tommy reassured. "And don't worry. I'm not made of porcelain."

"I.. yeah, I guess so.." That didn't mean he couldn't get hurt by a giant. But oh well. Tommy seemed dead set on the idea, and no one can make Tommy deviate from his plans.

He swallowed back the lump in his throat and slowly lowered his hand until it was on the ground, next to his friend not bigger than it.

Tommy casually hopped on it as if it was the hundredth time he's done so, and looked at techno with kind eyes.

Carefully, he moved on to a sitting position, and, as he internally screamed for his morbid thoughts to stop, lifted his hand. Tommy lost a bit of balance at first, surprised by the feeling, but was fine the whole way through.

When the hand reached Techno's chest, however, he stopped. Dead still. Tommy's brow furrowed and he lifted his head to see the other's expression.

Techno's mind was frozen. It was one thing to imagine a human in your hand, but it was miles away from actually holding one.

He literally held a whole life in his hand,

and could do so as he pleases… He could do so many horrible things to the boy, who would be powerless to stop him.

And he could protect it. He was like a sanctuary for them to come to. He could wrap himself easily around his humans and keep them safe for as long as he desired…

So much power, simply sitting in his hand…

It was too much

So many thoughts screamed in his ears at once, and he could not focus on anything but the blond boy. He saw his lips moving, but couldn't hear anything.The overwhelming realisation hitting him too hard. So many images, contradicting each other. He could hurt them- protect them- squish them- keep them safe- kill them- make sure no harm came to them- imprison them- bring them to new heights-

"-no. Techno?? Big man what's up?? Come on, talk to us."

With a gasp, he finally regained his senses.

"I-I'msorry, I… I can't- I just can't." He hurriedly put the human back down, with rapid breathing. Before they could ask another question he reached for his potion and drank a good half of it and shut his eyes closed, desperately trying to shut the thoughts with it.

After a few agonizingly long minutes, he opened his eyes and, sighing with relief, registered he shrunk back to a human size. (One he could not hurt his friends with.)

Phil and Wilbur were already at his sides, with Tommy a few steps away.

"What happened, Techno? Are you okay??" Wilbur asked

Techno took a deep breath, and was immensely glad his thoughts quieted down to almost nothing. It was safe now. They were okay.

"Yeah- yeah… I'm fine." He took another deep breath and met Phil's sad expression. Guilt crushed him for a second.

"It's just… it was uhm… a bit too much. I, I didn't realize just how much… how much things it changes…"

Phil and Wilbur looked at each other, confused. Techno wanted to explain further, but the images threatened to flow back. He was stuck.

A mumble from behind broke the three of them out of their trances, and they looked at Tommy, shifting a bit at the sudden attention.

"I'm sorry Techno…" he mumbled again. "I should have known."

Steadily, techno stood up, taking a couple steps towards Tommy, who did not flinch. He let him close the distance, which he did with a strong hug.

"I'm sorry." Tommy whispered to his ear. Techno hugged back, holding the human like a lifeline. "That was probably too much."

"I saw so many things… I could do so many things… I don't want to hurt you" the giant's breath was shaking.

"I know, big man. And I know you won't." Tommy reassured.

"But it's so easy…" techno replied, loud enough that the other two could hear him.

"But you won't. The fact that you stopped the second you realised means that you won't."

Techno held onto the words, thought them back in his head, muttered them like a mantra.

"I won't. I won't. I won't hurt you."

"You won't. You're alright, big man. You're alright."

Slowly, techno let go of Tommy, who did the same.

He turned around and saw his two other friends. Immediately, Wilbur hugged him. He laughed in surprise before hugging back.

He then looked at Phil, and the guilt from before returned again.

"Sorry I took the potion." He mumbled "I wasn't thinking very clearly."

He felt a hand on his shoulder, and suddenly, Philza was smiling at him. A sympathetic, unapologetic, precious smile that only he could manage. "It's alright mate. It's probably scary to be so different sometimes. If you feel like it's better, then I trust you. We'll wait until you're ready."

He swore his eyes were teary, but he couldn't bring himself to care. "Thank you."

"Anytime, mate." Phil replied.

First times often aren't perfect, that's for sure. But one day, he would be confident enough that he could make them see the world from his eyes.

NOT MY FIC, written by the lovely @melissa-s23 pls give them love

[icarusthefoolish]

This is a story for @nightmarefox15 it took literal ages until i had this done so i really do hope you like it!

A Trip to remember

Emery was sitting in their car, their leg buncing due to being so excited. After years of saving money they finally had enough to buy a Plane ticket to finally Visit Ryker. It had taken a long time and a bunch of different odd jobs but they were now on the way to the Airport in Frankfurt.

They had packed everything they would need for a week long stay and now they just wanted to hop into the plane and finally see him. They remembered the day they had booked the ticket so clearly, when they told Ry they finally had the funds he was so excited he practically couldn't stop bouncing.

That didn't get any better in the days leading up to them flying over, in fact it only got worse. When they parked they breathed a sigh, they were glad that they had asked a friend of theirs to pick their car up once they arrived because said Friend stood outside with a shit eating grin. They jumped out of the car and pulled their luggage out of the Trunk before hugging their friend, "ahh I'm so glad that you are doing this for me thank you!" Micah shook his head chuckling, "ah what you don't do for Young love." They wanted to slap him because he was younger then them but refrained, "yea yea shut up."

They shook their head before giving Micah the key's to their car, "now be careful this thing was expensive!" He nodded lifting his hands, "I'll be careful don't worry." They smiled before stretching, "alright i still have about 2 hours of time left until i have to board the plane let's get going and get everything done with then we can walk around a bit." The shorter boy nodded before following them inside the huge airport. If this was the first time they were there they would surely be terrified but they had been there before because they got to look around the airport back when they were in 9th grade.

They were still amazed by the size of the Airport but they quickly made their way to the check in desk. The line was incredibly long and they wanted to groan but they reminded themselves that they were doing this so they could finally meet the love of their life so they pushed through it. When they finally were done they sat down with a groan before pulling out their phone, Micah had gone to get them both something to drink coffee for himself and Tea for Emery since even in the last 4 years their taste in beverages hadn't changed much. They pulled up their and Rykers chat smiling before Typing a quick message.

Me:

Alright im at the Airport i just have to wait for my flight now! Im so so so excited to finally meet you! Xoxo

Love of my life <3:

That's amazing!! I'm super excited to finally see you to i haven't stopped thinking about it!

They giggled at how overly excited their partner was, they looked over when Micah sat down handing them their Tea, "thank you for getting this I'm gonna need it" they giggled shaking their head. They spent the remainder of the time talking about all sorts of stuff, time seemed to fly because soon their flight was called and they hugged Micah goodbye promising to send pictures.

They took their bag with essentials like a second pair of headphones and other stuff with them and boarded the Plane, to say they were afraid was an understatement, not only would this be their first time flying but they would also do it alone. When they stepped foot into the plane they immediately hated it, they were never a fan of tight spaces so this was not a place they were happy to be in but at last if they wanted to see Ryker they had to do it. So they looked for their seat and found it soon after, they luckily managed to get a window seat and while they didn't like heights they figured if they just didn't look outside during the lift off they would be fine.

They stored their carry on bag under their seat and pulled out their headphones to listen to music. They didn't quite pay attention to what the stewardess was saying but they still knew what to do. Once the plane was starting to lift off they pulled on their headphones and started the music. And boy were they glad they took headphones with them because the minute they started to lift off a baby started screaming. They rolled their eyes and ignored it turning their music higher until some little gremlin decided to kick the back of their seat. Now they usually liked kids, they worked at a Kindergarden for a while but this one was beginning to annoy them so they turned around and glared at the kid, "i would very much like it if you didn't kick my seat thank you very much." The little boy seemed scared of them probably due to their choice of makeup and clothes but that was all the better for them since he soon stopped.

The rest of the flight was pretty uneventful, they mostly slept or watched a few movies. They had fallen asleep again in the last hour of the flight and thankfully the little old lady sitting next to them was kind enough to shake them awake before they had to Fasten their seatbelts. They were starting to get giddy and they just wanted to be out of the plane and jump into Rykers arms who was waiting for them somewhere in the airport. Once the plane landed they took their stuff and stepped out stretching and letting out a satisfied groan when their bones cracked and set back into place after sitting for about 8 hours. They made their way to baggage clame and looked for their suitcase which was pretty easy to spot with all the Stickers on it, most of them were lgbtq+ stickers but there were also some of their own art prints stuck onto it.

They picked their suitcase up and set it down next to them before pulling out their phone and Texting Ryker.

Me:

I'm finally here, just got my suitcase from baggage clame and I'm gonna come find you now, you better be ready for the biggest hug your ever gonna get darling"

Love of my life <3:

You bet I'm ready for it, I'm not gonna let you go just so you know, I'm probably gonna be easy to spot because i may or may not have made a sign.

They giggled at their lovers antic's and rolled their suitcase off to go find him. And he was right, he was very easy to spot, with the big ol' pink sign saying "Emery my Gem" they giggled and made up their mind to surprise him, even though they wanted to just run up and hug him. They made their way into a pretty big crowd of people hoping that he won't spot them and made their way around to his back, they quietly sat down their suitcase and made a dash for him affectively surprising him but also making both of them land on the ground.

They giggled when Ryker painstakingly turned around to look at them, his eyes went wide and he immediately pulled them close nuzzling his head into their neck. They did the same to him finally letting all of their feelings out and just crying into the crook of his neck, he felt exactly as comforting as they imagined he would and they couldn't be happier to finally after 4 long years of constant calls, messages, game night's and dreams to finally be in his arms. It was the first time in years that they finally felt complete and in that moment every awful job, rude customer and cat call felt worth it because they were finally with the person that made them better. They were finally with their other half. They finally felt complete.

The two of them stood up dusting themselves off before Ryker basically immediately hugged them again, they giggled nuzzling into his neck and running their fingers through his hair. They were basically smiling like an idiot, "alright let's get going? We can cuddle more when we're at your place because i am beat after an 12 hour flight with a kid kicking the back of my seat." He chuckled nodding before taking their hand and tugging them with him. They grabbed their suitcase before walking next to him still smiling really big.

When the two of them finally were at Rykers place the first thing Emery did was fall onto the sofa, they were completely beat and they also knew that the Jetlagg would hit them like a truck, they made grabby hand's towards Ryker who complied and pulled them close, both of them stayed like that for a while Emery pretty much falling asleep while Ryker couldn't resist taking pictures of them, he was so glad they were finally with him and he still couldn't quite believe it.

The week spend with Ryker was amazing, he took them on an adorable date which ended with them walking around hand in Hand, they couldn't stop grinning because they finally had a real date instead of quickly made up dinners over a screen. They did a lot of really fun stuff, as an example they saw a poster of a Carnival in town so they basically begged Ry to take them, which he of course did. They were amazed by the Carnival, they were used to something small like how it was in their town but this one was huge with some familiar rides, they spent most of their money on rides and eating all the Available food, they had always been a huge foodie so this really wasnt anything new to happen.

By the end of the week they had acclimated to the time difference and they had build up a small routine with Ryker, they would wake up at 11 am, eat a small breakfast before getting ready to go out into the world. They would usually spend most of their time just walking around, Ry showing them his favorite spots while he told a few Story's.

He even got them to meet some of his friend's, which was hard to accomplish due to them wanting to spend the majority of the time at home cuddling instead of going out to sightsee or to meet his friends. They had so much fun with Ryker that they almost forgot that they had to leave on Sunday, only almost though. Saturday night while Ryker was sleeping soundly Emery couldn't sleep, they had been tossing and turning trying to not think about the fact that they had to leave in less them 8 hours.

They sighed before shaking Ry, "Bub?" He mumbled something nuzzling his head in their neck and they had to giggle before shaking him again, "wake up, i can't sleep." Ryker woke up with a groan blinking the sleep out of his eyes before looking at them, "mhh? What's up my gem?" They smiled at the Nickname before sighing, "i can't stop thinking about the fact that i have to leave soon....i don't wanna leave, it feels like i just arrived." They looked to the side before Ryker pulled them close, "shhh everything's alright, we're gonna get through that...we did it once who's to say we won't do it again? Plus next time I'm gonna come visit you."

They frowned "yea sure but we don't know when the next time will be....i don't want to wait another 4 years..." They looked up at him and he kissed their forhead, they were most likely being a worrywart but at the moment they didn't give a damn, "let's just enjoy the last few hours we have together alright? We can worry about seeing each other again once your back home" Ryker smiled at them pulling them close, they nodded before nuzzling into him finally being able to calm down and fall asleep. Ryker chuckled slightly before pulling them close and closing his eyes as well.

When the morning came they almost didn't want to stand up, they really didn't want to leave, but their entire life was back in Germany, they weren't ready to completely leave everything behind so they stood up and got ready. They packed the last few things they still needed before sighing, "alright Ry? I'm ready...not really but i have to go back..." He smiled at them sadly before grabbing their hand and luggage, before making their way out to get to the Airport. They had to use Public transport because Ryker didn't have a car yet and saying they were uncomfortable would be the understatement of the year.

When they arrived at the Airport they felt like crying, them leaving was getting real and this made them realize that they really didn't want to leave even if it meant to leave their life back in Germany. But they really didn't have much of a choice, the ticket was booked and payed for so they made their way to the check in to go though the entire procedure again, they let out a quiet groan after they got everything done before plopping down onto one of the chairs rather ungracefully. Ryker chuckled before sitting down next to them before pulling them close, they still had time left until they had to board so they allowed themselves to lean into him.

They stayed in that position until their flight was called, they let out a whine hiding their face, "don't wanna leave...." Ryker stood up pulling them with him, "i know love but you have to, we did it once we'll do it again i just know it" he smiled slightly, he felt just as bad as they did but he had to be the strong one at the moment so that's what he did. He tugged on their hand pulling them with him to get to the plane, he hugged them again squeezing them tightly, "I'm gonna miss you my Gem i love you so so so so so much" they giggled slightly kissing him, "i love you too so so much" they looked at him before looking back as their flight was called again, "it seems i have to leave..." They hugged him tightly before letting go to kiss him again, when they broke the kiss they turned around taking their carry on with them, "bye bye my love!!! I'll write you!" Ry nodded again promising the same to you.

When you sat down in your seat you sighed leaning your head back before taking out your headphones and plugging them in, you looked out of the Window waiting untill the plane took off.

This was most definitely a trip you wouldn't forget and you just hoped and prayed that it wouldn't take another 4 years until you got to see Ry again.

Finally doneeeee!! It took absolute ages to actually finish this thing my god.

I hope you like it Ry i spent a lot of time on this (obviously)

[holy-guacamoly]

Happy 200!! Hope your work gets the recognition it deserves. If the request is still open about the hcs I'd like to have both nsfw and sfw hcs with Jean. I'm mean, cold, sarcastic, cuss a lot and short af. When it comes to hobbies I like writing. She/her pronouns and my name is Kiki. Sorry if that's difficult. Thank you for your time.

Hi, Kiki! <3 Thank you so much for your kind words! I love the "short af" part lmao ♥ Our cocky boy Jean needs a mean little thing like you. He is way too sure of himself and it only turns him into a better person, dating someone like you. There is one specific scene in my mind for the both of you. Jean sees you for the first time and dives 100% in. He never got rejected and is positive that you will be just another number to add to his playbook. But oh boy, he was wrong. "Hey sweets, how about we skip the chit-chat part and you just gimme your number?" Jean muses, leaning against the wall. The most playful grin dances on his lips. You don't even bother to look up as you say, "Why don't we skip the cocky asshole part and you just leave me the fuck alone, Jean-bo?" If a voice could turn anything into ice, yours would be the first to accomplish such a task. ♥ And from this moment on this man does cartwheels to get your attention. He just wants you to like him so bad. :( ♥ Fast forward, after literally begging you to go out with him you finally give in. And the date turns out actually nice, wtf? You end up sitting in his car talking about your past, your secret fears and everything that comes to your mind. Both of you had your fair share of trauma it explains a lot about Jean's behavior. Deep down he is such a sweet baby. After this moment you actually begin to soften around him and give this poor man a chance. ♥ Jean and you can't have a conversation without cussing. People think you are constantly fighting even though you are just being sweet. "How dare you to look so fucking cute in this fucking dress?" Jean huffs as he places his hands on your hips. "Shut up, or I kiss the attitude away, you dumbass!" you say, eyes rolling. ♥ Kirschtein loves to squish your face between his big hands and just kisses you over and over again. Especially to embarrass you in public, since he knows how important it is to keep up your cold deminer. He is a little asshole. :) ♥ When the two of you are alone together you are both such cuddle bears. There isn't one second without a gentle touch or a featherlight kiss. In the end, you really do love each other. Your man loves to see you still getting flustered over some gentle gestures. ♥ Jean adores the height difference between you. You look so adorable to him. Is especially into being the big spoon and caging your whole body in with his huge arms. <3 Also, this mofo will never let you grab things from higher shelves. He sees it as his duty to do this task for you. ♥ Will never shut up about the fact that he loves you. Says it at least 10 times a day. NSFW ♥ Jean is a little vanilla when it comes to sex with you. At some point, he just needs to look you in the eyes, while fucking you so good. He loves to wrap his arms around your tiny body or cage you completely in, so you are as close as possible. ♥ This man is the CEO of big dick and you can't convince me otherwise. He makes you at least come twice before he pounds into your needy cunt. Wants to have his little baby nicely prepped for his huge cock. :( ♥ Kirschtein is such a Sub for you. He will beg for your pussy, tears staining his cheeks while you drive him crazy. Your touch is featherlight, just a little kiss here and there. And he can't disobey you, because you are so beautiful. "P-please, I can't anymore..." Jean whines as you rub your aching cunt against his abdomen. You smile in the most devious way. "Giving up already? Do good boys give up? Aren't you my good boy?" ♥ Jean is SO skilled with his fingers. He can just make you cum in minutes, with his skilled digits. The subby attitude is all gone while your orgasm depends on him. He loves those little moments of power. In conclusion: Jean and you are the exact opposites and this is why it works so well. You need him and Jean needs you. He is your ride or die and will do anything to make you happy.