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HIS GIRLS; M. STURNIOLO

DAD!MATT STURNIOLO X F!MOM!READER

warnings: mentions of sex once - i just gave the daughter a random name (bc it’s easier) so if that’s your name, you can picture something else!!

a/n: REQUESTED! for requests, i’m going in order by when they were sent in btw! so if you’re request hasn’t been posted yet, i’m working on it! - i feel like this is asssss 😭 i’m soo bad at headcannons it’s so upsetting but i’ll do anything for some more dad!matt requests!!

SYNOPSIS: Matt with a teenage daughter!

tags!: @chrissv4mp @mattybsgroupie @dev-sturns @sturni0l0

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dad!matt who: will learn about his daughter’s interests whenever she gets into something new..

“Mama, do you know anything about this?” Matt calls out to you, scrolling on his laptop, the white screen reflecting on to his features, highlighting the pretty qualities.

“Hm?” You hum, walking over to your shared bed as you sat down beside him. Leaning against him, you wrap your arm around his bare shoulders, looking down at the screen.

A laugh escapes your lips as you read the articles, several websites of random artists, movies, and celebrities that your daughter, Amelia, has talked about in the past. Matt always tried his best to understand the things his daughter has gossiped about, whether it’s for school or something online. Given, Matt’s spent so much of his life online, he felt crazy for not knowing almost all of the things she’s been talking about.

“Lia always talks about these things,” he says, scrolling his fingers down the mousepad, showcasing more articles - some read and others untouched.

“Why don’t you just ask her, sweetheart?” You ask, your hand moving up to brush through his hair. A quiet hum sounds from his mouth at the soothing feeling. He leans into you, resting the side of his head on your chest as he keeps scrolling through the google page.

“‘Cause I wanna know the next time she brings it up.” Matt whines, eliciting a chuckle from you. Your wrap your other arm around him, squeezing him in to you.

“She’s gonna be really happy.” You mumble, kissing his hair.

dad!matt who: will be overprotective whenever his daughter brings over a potential partner..

When Amelia had asked if her ‘friend’ could come over, you had agreed. To you, she had hinted to it being more than a friend situation. You had instantly picked up on the protective undertones of Matt’s attitude towards it, so you spent the last couple hours reassuring him.

“Matt, it’ll be fine. I’m sure—” you say softly, chuckling at the fact you have to cool down his protective dad side, before you hear a couple knocks on the front door. “Just.. relax.” You mumble, getting up from your spot on the couch. Before you could go over to the door, Amelia rushes down the stairs and darts to it.

“Dad, please be.. normal.” Amelia rambles, eliciting a laugh from you and a dramatic look of shock on Matt’s face. With a grunt, he gets up and walks behind you, resting a large hand on your head as he leans down to kiss your temple.

“I’m normal.” Matt mumbles before your daughter opens the door. You chuckle quietly at his muffled words before Amelia lets the other girl inside, shutting the door behind her. Matt stands behind you, arms crossed as he watches the interaction, a vigilant look on his face as he waits for his daughter and her crush to fully walk inside.

“Hi, Mrs. Sturniolo.” The unnamed girl smiles, fidgeting with her nails slightly. Your lips curl into a smile as you look at her.

“You can call me Y/N, it’s okay.” You chuckle.

After introductions are done, you look back at Matt. He’s in the same stance as before, glancing between everyone in the room. “Mr. Sturniolo,” the girl starts hesitantly, somewhat intimated by his presence.

“If you break my daughter’s heart—”

“Dad!”

“Matt!”

“What?” He asks innocently, looking from his daughter to you. You try to hide your smile as you smack his side playfully.

“It was nice meeting you, sweetheart.” You smile before watching them walk away, into Amelia’s room. Turning back, you smack his side again, his flannel poof-ing with the contact.

“What? I just needed her to know.” Matt replies, not able to stop the grin that takes over his lips.

“You’re such an ass.” You roll your eyes, smiling. Walking away, you start your journey to the kitchen.

“Hey! Get back here!”

dad!matt who: will be at her beck and call..

When Amelia is sick, you can’t help but find it comical the way Matt flies back and forth throughout the house.

She needed soup? Matt’s making it. More blankets? Matt has five different options in hand. Water? Already done; she had some on her nightstand hours before.

Others may call her spoiled, but Matt wouldn’t have it any other way. He loves making his daughter happy, whether it be with words, physical touch, or just his presence. And despite her growing up and being at that age of emotions and confusion, he takes his time with her, listening to her and having as much patience as needed.

You and Amelia are his girls, that’s all that matters to him.

dad!matt who: will listen and mentally note down your advice for certain situations that Matt doesn’t experience..

When Amelia got her period, you were there every step of the way. And, despite Matt not knowing as much as you do about the topic, he did his best to help.

“Okay, so.. what am I looking for?” Matt asks into the call, his phone to his ear as his blue eyes scan the aisle that was filled with period products.

“Just some pads for now.” You reply, your phone tucked between your ear and shoulder as you plated some food to snack on.

“Oh, like the ones I used to buy you?” Matt asks, a weight falling from his shoulders. Before you had Amelia, and it was just you and Matt, if you ever ran out of pads or tampons, he’d immediately take a trip to the store, scouring the aisles for said products. You used to chastise him for it, telling him to not bother and that you could get it for yourself, but he would ultimately refuse and gladly go out of his way to help you in any way he can.

You hum, nodding, even though he can’t see it. “We’re synced so you’re in for a ride.” You say teasingly, smiling.

dad!matt who: will comfort her after a breakup..

“It’s alright. Shh, sweetheart, deep breaths.” Matt soothes softly, rubbing his daughters back gently. A piece of his heart broke slowly as he held her, crying and crying as she mourns the once love-filled relationship. One side of him wanted to find the person that did this to her - his babygirl - and teach them a lesson, but the other, more logical side, told himself to stay with her, to help get her through this.

“She wasn’t worth it.” Matt whispers. Amelia’s tears soaked his shirt as she digs her face into his chest, seeking as much comfort and love as possible. “You’re such an amazing, beautiful girl. If she can’t see that, then she doesn’t deserve you.” He states gently, slowly pushing the hair that stuck to her tearstained face away and behind her ear. “Your mom and I are always gonna be here.” He reassures. “People in the future might leave, but we won’t. Every step of the way, we’ll always be here.” He says softly, rocking her back and forth softly as they sit on her bed.

“I love you, Lia. My sweet girl.” Matt whispers, kissing her hair.

dad!matt who: will beg you for another baby because of how much love he has for his daughter..

“C’mon! There’s no reason not to!” Matt pleads, following you into your bedroom for the night. Glancing back, you give him a look. “Baby, c’mon.” He whines. “Don’t you want another?” He whispers, sidling up behind you as he wraps his arms around your waist, bringing your back into his front.

“Matt, stop trying to seduce me into having another baby.” You say, a laugh leaving you as you finish your sentence. Matt groans, leaning down as he rests his forehead against your shoulder.

“Need I remind you what it was like when he had Lia?” He asks, squeezing your hips. “Oh, Matt! Fuck, feels so fuckin’ good!” He mocks with a smile. You gasp, smacking his side as you get out of his hold, moving over to the bed.

“You’re so annoying.” You smile, shaking your head. Crawling onto the bed, you sit atop the covers as you look up at him. He looked really good; shirtless with grey sweatpants on, a bit of his red boxers peeking out of the low waistband. Basic, but hot.. and alluring.

“Is that a yes?” Matt smirks, getting on the bed as he hovers over you. He presses his lips to yours, smile never wavering. “Mm.. i’ll make you feel good, mama.” He whispers.

dad!matt who: will regularly go out to eat or shopping to spend time with her..

Today was Friday, which meant that, when Amelia comes home from school, her and Matt would go out. Sometimes you join and other times you’d let them have their fun together.

This time, they went to the mall as Matt aimlessly followed his daughter around, going into random shops and occasionally pointing out certain stores and spots talking about things he’s done with you in the past.

Matt looked at these little hangouts as getting to know his daughter better. He already spends so much time with her - and you, though you will never catch him complain about it - he likes picking up on the little things she does. She talks about school drama and plans she may or may not have for the future. He listens to her with curiosity and love, wanting to know every nook and cranny of his daughter’s mind.

“Stephanie said some craaazy things today.” Amelia gushes, picking at the food she ordered.

After the mall, they decided to stop and eat. Picking a local restaurant, the place wasn’t too busy so the food didn’t take as long. Matt ate what he ordered as he listened to Amelia, nodding along or saying his input on certain occasions.

“Yeah? Like what?” He smirks. Matt easily gets caught up in the gossip his daughter feeds him; by now, he knew all about Stephanie’s, Olivia’s and Cindy’s dramatics and love life just by the random things Amelia rants about. He finds it comical. He was never involved in that kind of stuff at school when he was younger, so it was intriguing to hear what was happening now.. though, he’d never admit that to anyone.

As Amelia goes on a tangent, Matt gasps and exaggerates certain reactions, causing his daughter to roll her eyes or scoff, only seeming to egg on her dad’s behavior. Her attitude was the perfect mix between you both, it was always entertaining.

Friday’s were his favorite days.. it was obvious why.

dad!matt who: will let his daughter join in on vlogs if she asked to..

With Matt, Nick’s and Chris’s youtube channel, filming was difficult for a while.

When she had first been born, Matt wasn’t in as many videos as usual. As she grew up, Matt surfaced in more as you took care of her, but not without dozens of worried messages from Matt.. even though, half the time, they’d just be sitting in his car chatting.

By now, the triplets’ channel has doubled in size. As they grew older, their videos limited, but they were always good when they posted. It wasn’t too often they vlogged anymore, but when they did, they had fun.

One day when Amelia had overheard a conversation between you and Matt about her dad going to film with her uncles, she had pleaded with him to join. Not only would she be able to be apart of the video, but she’d be able to see her uncles, who she loved dearly.

With a sigh, Matt caved in comically fast.

“We ended up at Target, somehow.” Nick says to the camera. The lens faced him as it captured him, Chris, Matt and Amelia in the shot as they walk through the parking lot.

“Yeah, ‘cause this kid doesn’t know how to say no.” Chris taunts Matt with a smile as he pokes his brother’s side. Matt shoves him in retaliation.

“Shut up.” He mumbles, rolling his eyes. A giggle leaves his daughter as she watches them, keeping close to her father.

A couple minutes into the video, Amelia had managed to take hold of the camera and she wanders down random aisles of Target. She flips it and shows a toy. “I used to have this!” She says to the camera before she hears footsteps coming closer. “I bet that’s my dad.” She turns the lens to face her and whispers. As she turns it back around, Matt emerges from the other aisle, smiling once he finds her.

“I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” He says, walking over to her. He smiles exaggeratedly to the camera as she keeps it on him, a giggle escaping her lips in reply.

“Oh, you used to have this!”

dad!matt who: will genuinely not be able to say no.. so he’d have to go to you..

“Can I get this, please?” Amelia begs as she shows her dad her laptop. An expensive shirt was on the tab, something that she’s wanted for awhile.

“I.. uh..” Matt stutters, wiping his hand over his mouth, as if trying to rid himself of the incoherent babbles leaving him. Amelia looks over at him with expectant eyes, a slight pout to her bottom lip. How could he possibly say no to that? “Uh.. mama, can you come here!” Matt shouts, nipping at his bottom lip.

Making your way down the stairs, your eyes take in the sight. A slight chuckle leaves your lips as you notice the tense nature of Matt’s figure and Amelia’s pouty face that always makes Matt cave. “Hm?” You hum, walking over and sitting down beside him on the couch. Your eyes scanned over the website your daughter was on, your eyes widening slightly at the price.

“Um.. Amelia wants to get.. this.” Matt mumbles, glancing at you before looking away, as if he were a scorned child.

“That’s a lot, baby. Why don’t we go shopping tomorrow, hm? We can find something better.” You suggest softly, smiling as she thinks before agreeing, shutting her laptop. As she gets up, she kisses Matt’s cheek, then yours before making her way up to her room. “You need to learn how to say no, Matt.” You tease.

“I knooow! It’s just so hard to.” He whines, putting his hands over his face.

dad!matt who: will immediately agree if his daughter ever wanted to do his nails or practice makeup on him..

Sitting on his daughter’s bed, Amelia paints over another coat on Matt’s fingernails. He hadn’t gotten his nails done since before she was born, so having the sensation of the nail polish on his nails again felt refreshing.

Amelia was no nail artist, but she did a pretty good job. A few coats of a light blue polish painted over his nails satisfied Matt, his heart melting as his daughter somehow managed to remember his favorite color. Once she matches each finger on either hand, she caps the polish and sets it down. Matt brings them up to his face.

“I love ‘em, sweetheart. They’re amazing.” Matt smiles, blowing on them softly to help dry them more. When Matt had informed Amelia that he used to get his nails done, she was shocked, but ultimately, excited. She wanted him to willingly let her do his nails - not do it just to be a good dad and then frantically try to wipe them off. She was grateful to have such a caring, understanding father.

“I wanna do your makeup now.” Amelia states, her lips curling up in a smile. Matt chuckles, before nodding, ‘cause who was he to deny his little girl?

After a few minutes - and several twitches from Matt, along with playful shouts of “stay still!” from Amelia - all that was left was lipgloss and mascara. She stood in front of him as she uncaps the mascara, Matt’s eyes widening.

“Jesus.. I’ve seen mom use this, but..” He says warily, shaking his head slightly. Obviously, he wasn’t going to say no to her.. but he’d be lying if he said it didn’t scare him a little.

“Look up.” Amelia instructs, reaching out to gently stroke the wand along his eyelashes. “Daaad!” She drags out, laughing, once Matt blinks. Thankfully, it didn’t smear, but it caught her off guard.

“Sorry, Lia, it’s.. scary.” Matt mumbles, his voice trailing off as he looks up again, letting her repeat the same motions on his other eyelashes. Once she deems it done, Amelia puts the mascara away and grab her lipgloss. After applying it, she giggles, only making Matt’s smile widen.

“What’re you laughin’ at?” Matt chuckles. He watches her pick up a handheld mirror and give it to him. “I better be pretty.” He jokes, smiling.

“Very.” Amelia replies sarcastically, but her smile never wavers. Matt chuckles again before looking into the mirror, his lips parting as his blue eyes wander his reflection.

“Wow! I look.. wow..” Matt mumbles, teeth showing as he smiles. Amelia’s laugh fills the bedroom, Matt’s joining as he gets up from his spot, wrapping his arms around her shoulders.

“I look gorgeous.” He jokes, leaning down to kiss her head.

dad!matt who: spoils his daughter!! (and you)

Others may frown upon it, but Matt couldn’t care less.

He’s more than willing to spend money on you both; you’re his girls after all. You mutter something about how you thought a pair of pants were cute at the store, he’s buying them. Matt overhears a conversation where Amelia talks to you about liking this necklace online; it’s delivered a couple days later!

Not only will Matt spoil you both with gifts, but he’s even happier to spoil you both with cuddles and kisses.

Laying on the couch, you and Matt have had a relaxing night as you watch a show that’s been playing on the tv for the past half hour. Matt holds you as you lay on his side, his arms wrapped around you as he rubs your back softly.

Footsteps sound as they make their way down the stairs, entering the living room. “Hey, babygirl.” Matt says, looking over at her. “C’mere.” He moves one arm up, signaling for her to join. Amelia smiles as she rushes over, laying by her dad and looking towards the tv.

Matt rubs each of your arms softly, leaning down to press a kiss to your head and then Amelia’s.

“My girls.”

dad!matt who: will restrain himself from texting his daughter 24/7 whenever she’s hanging out with friends because he wants to make sure she’s okay..

“Matt, relax.” You laugh, plopping down next to him on the couch as he looks at his phone screen for the millionth time.

He sighs. “I just wanna know if my babygirl’s okay.” He says, leaning over into you as he wraps his arms around your middle, his face digging into your neck. You chuckle again, vibrating him as he squeezes you softly.

“She’s fine, sweetheart. If anything was wrong, she’d tell us.” You soothe, rubbing his back gently. He hums in agreement, but is yet to back down.

Amelia had went out with some friends a few hours ago and it was starting to get dark outside. So, as Matt’s natural dad response, he spent every waking moment checking his phone and voicing his worries about his daughter’s safety.

“I wanna text her.” Matt mumbles, his face smushed into your chest. The both of you sat on the couch together watching tv, snacking on some food. “I should text her.” He continues, reaching for his phone that you had taken and put beside you.

“No, Matt!” You laugh, grabbing his phone and putting it up in the air. Of course, had he gotten up from his position he could grab it, but he sighed and threw himself back down on top of you. “She’ll text us when she wants to.” You reassure softly, rubbing his back again.

Matt grumbles against your shirt before moving up and digging his nose into your neck, tickling the skin with his hair.

dad!matt who: will find it hilarious every time his daughter cringes whenever he’s affectionate to you..

“Thanks, honey.” Matt mumbles, grabbing the plate as he leans over to kiss your cheek before placing it down on the dinner table.

Amelia makes her way down, joining you both as you finish setting up the food. As she sits down, her blue eyes scan over the food, picking up what she wants and putting some on her plate.

“Looks amazing, ma. Good job.” Matt praises, kissing your head again, smiling. Before he walks away, his hand reaches down and slaps your ass, giggling as he rushes away and sits down at the table. You gasp, the washcloth in your hand swinging back to try and hit him, only to miss as he makes his way to the chair before it could make contact with him.

“Ew, dad! Stop!” Amelia whines, her face cringing. Matt laughs, reaching forward to take some food for himself as well.

You make your way over to the table and place down the last bowl of food. “Thanks, mama.” Matt says as he watches you. You lean down and kiss his head before pulling out your chair and sitting beside him. Once you settle down, Matt takes your chin and pecks your lips softly, lovingly.

“You guys are gross.”

dad!matt who: will be with you and his daughter every step of the way.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

[hunterwritings]

𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐔𝐑 | 𝐁𝐈-𝐇𝐀𝐍

summary: "Okay so what if reader and Bi Han are in am arranged marriage for Lin Kuei businesses only and they don't love each other at all. But as time passes they soon learn more about each other and eventually love one another as wife and husband. But since Bi Han lacks past romantic/sexual experience reader "teaches" him how. (Iykwim) I hope this makes I just want more bottom!Bi Han content (self indulgent grrrrr) anyways take ur time!!" | requested here warnings: 18+, smut, oral (m!recieving), riding, breeding kink, creampie, small pregnancy mention at end, arranged marriage trope, sub!bi-han, dom!reader, wife!reader, afab!reader, bi-han is mean in the beginning, reader knows her worth! maybe ooc bi-han, notes: ANON I LOVE THIS SO MUCH | also there was literally another fic scarily similar to this by @kisses4lao and I want to give them some credit! Go read their fic, it's so good!! | also this is soo much longer than I thought it was gonna be

Angry wasn't even the word to describe it; what you were feeling was livid. You understood the meaning of arranged marriages and what they provided, but you couldn't say you were happy with this outcome. You were the daughter of a neighboring clan, you were trained to fight as an assassin and were on of the best in your clan. Your father had made a deal with the Grandmaster of the Lin Kuei, Bi-han's father, that if you had married Bi-han as the oldest son, your clan would be at the Lin Kuei's side whenever battle occurred.

Obviously you protested and argued as much as you could, but it was already done. You knew of Bi-han and what the Lin Kuei was capable of. Even though you hadn't spoken to Bi-han directly, you've seen his abilities on the battlefield and seen how ruthless he can be. You didn't know what to expect from this man in a marriage and honestly, you were a bit worried to find out.

Your father and Bi-han's father agreed to let the two of you meet once before the wedding, it was the best thing your father could give you from your constant protesting.

You tried to make the best of it, hoping this was a chance to get to know your future husband and hopes of him being a decent man.

You kept your head low and your hands behind your back as you walked into the temple, following close behind your father. You lifted your head up to scan the area, noticing the intricacies of the temple and how clean it was. As your eyes glazed over the room, they stopped when they met the brown eyes of your fiancé. You thought you could practically feel the temperature of the room drop when you saw him; for some reason it made you nervous. Despite your anxiousness, you were stubborn and weren't going to submit so easily.

Your father had began speaking to Bi-han's father as they both walked into another room, leaving the two of you alone in the common room. Your eyes landed on Bi-han's again as his cold expression was unbreakable.

"It's an honor to meet you, Bi-han." You break the silence, bowing deeply towards him. You could hear a groan escape his lips as he gives you a small bow before standing up straight as you do.

"This is unnecessary." He groans as his eyebrows furrow.

You raised an eyebrow at him, wondering if he was regarding the two of you meeting or the marriage in general. Before you could respond, he's scoffing and turning to walk away. You shook your head in shock as you let out a scoff before walking after him.

"Have I done something wrong?" You ask, now walking beside him. All he does is scoff again and continue walking without looking at you. "It's not like I asked for this, okay? I'm just trying to make the best case scenario." He ignores you once again. You groan at his pettiness and continue to berate him.

"You should at least try and make things work, it would be so much easier-"

You are cut off by Bi-han grabbing a hold of your wrist tightly and pulling you around to pin your back against the wall. You gasp in surprise, which quickly turns to anger.

"You are a woman who talks too much." He scolds you, resting his fist aside your head, his knuckles pressed against the wall. His other hand was resting on your chest, his palm cold to the touch.

"Perhaps you have forgotten what a 'marriage' entails. I will soon be your wife and I refuse to be pushed aside as a mere foot soldier." You asserted, holding his wrist of the hand on your chest.

If looks could kill, you would be dead. But something was different, why did Bi-han's stature seem to change? Bi-han isn't used to this, he's used to taking what he wants and having no one question him, much less stand up to him. So why did he like this?

"Well that was quicker than I thought."

You hear your father's voice entering the room. The sound makes Bi-han immediately release you, causing you to almost stumble before gaining your balance. He quickly turns and gives both your father and his own a bow. You do the same, but your eyes never leave him.

"You two seem to have 'adjusted' quickly." Your father jokes, assuming you were getting along rather than fighting. "We can't stay much longer." He adds.

"It's alright, I know everything I need to now." You shot Bi-han a nasty look, your words laced with venom. His eyebrows furrowed at your words.

They said their goodbyes and bows, all while both you and Bi-han stared each other down. That was the first and last time you had seen Bi-han since your wedding day.

The day of the wedding was tense, to say the least. There was so much tension between the two of you, both refusing to admit you were wrong and being petty. You couldn't keep your eyes off each other. You wanted to believe it purely out of spite, but there was something that intrigued you about him. How could someone be so hard-headed? And as much as you didn't want to admit it, he was quite handsome. Your wedding was the first day you had seen him without his mask and you'd be lying to everyone if you said he wasn't a pretty boy.

It had been a couple weeks now and you and Bi-han have barely spoken to each other, only essential moments when you needed to speak to each other. You both wondered how long you could go giving each other the cold shoulder.

"Your father has called upon you." You announce as you walk into the shared bedroom.

You hear a groan come from Bi-han as he stands at the dresser.

"Bi-han."

"I heard you." He says as he turns back to face you.

"Oh I'm sorry, I just expect a response when spoken to." You snap back with irony and sarcasm laced in your words.

"Are you through being childish?" He snaps, his eyebrows furrowing together as he peers at you. "You cannot expect a response when you yourself are ignoring me." He adds.

All you could do is scoff before turning to walk out. Before you made it to the door, a familiar hand grabs on your wrist and spins you to face him.

"Let go." You demand as your eyes pry at his.

"I will not let our marriage continue like this." He says, is that a plead in his eyes?

"I will not ask again." You say. He releases your wrist as his gaze stays on you. "You are such a strange man. What is it that you want from me?" You ask as you rub your wrist softly. Your angered expression had softened slightly, not wanting to work up any more energy being upset. He seemed like he was taken aback by your anger dissipating and was expecting more of a fight.

"Peace." The one word was the only thing he could muster up, not that it wasn't true. He did want peace between the two of you, but it was almost an impossible task for him to admit he was wrong.

A laugh emitted from your mouth as you shook your head. You looked up at him before crossing your arms. "I didn't think you knew the meaning of that word." You smirked as he groaned and rolled his eyes at you. "Perhaps we have both been childish." You admit, looking at your feet.

"Perhaps." He reluctantly agrees.

There is a small bit of silence before you speak again.

"Bi-han ― I understand this isn't what you wanted, it's not what I wanted either; but it is now our life." You explain. You observe Bi-han slightly fidgeting with his hands, like he wanted to say something but couldn't. He lets out a sigh before walking over and sitting on the edge of the bed as he listened to you.

"Just because our marriage is a result of a power deal, doesn't mean we have to make anything more difficult for ourselves. I mean ― I know that I would truly wish to make it work, rather than us being at each other's throats for the rest of our lives." You stepped closer to him until you were standing between his legs on the edge of the bed. You could see him anxiously shift as you stood in front of him, this being the closest the two of you had ever really been to each other.

"That would be the best option." He says as he looks down.

"Bi-han." You reach a finger under his jaw to make him look up at you. His gaze was soft now and he was trying to pay attention to every word you say; this side of Bi-han was foreign to you.

"I am your wife, your equal, I don't wish to be treated as lower than you." You say, not sounding condescending or demeaning but trying to sound as genuine as possible. "And perhaps ― in time ― the connection between us will be genuine." Your hands now softly held his face, and you could see his body physically relax. His eyes shut as he practically leans into your hand as he lets out a loud sigh. You could tell he wasn't used to this kind of affection or any affection at all, you would assume. Your thumbs softly caressed his cheeks as his eyes finally opened again to look up at you. You knew he wanted to speak, wanted to pour his heart out to you in this vulnerable state and tear down his walls to you, but he never did. All he could do was admire you as he looked up. He guessed that he had never gotten a close look at every detail on your face and shames himself for doing so; you were one of the most beautiful people he had ever seen.

After sitting in silence for a moment, just observing eachothers faces, you lean down to his level. You softly press your lips against his, moving your hand to press against the nape of his neck. You felt him sigh against your lips as one of his hands snakes up your leg and grips at your thigh.

You pull away for a moment as he groans quietly, scanning his face to make sure he's not protesting your actions. Your question was quickly answered when Bi-han leaned up and harshly pressed his lips against yours, using his free hand to grab behind your neck and pull you even closer to him. The amount of force he used caused you to fall on top of him onto the bed, your lips never breaking contact as you hit the bed. His arms snaked up to wrap around your waist and pull your body closer to his.

Very needy, you thought.

You hiked up your legs so that you were straddling him, feeling him hum against your lips as he felt your weight shift on top of him. Your lips moved roughly against his. He was messy and gripping at whatever part of your body he could. You pulled away from him for a second, hearing a frustrated groan from Bi-han. "Move." You quickly say as he abides, to your surprise, and you both shift so that Bi-han is resting his back against the headboard.

You crawl up to him and press your lips on his again as he eagerly grabs a hold of the back of your head to pull you deeper. You sit down on his lap with his legs in between yours as you begin grinding against his pelvis.

A strained moan falls from his lips before he grips your hips and halts their movements. As you pull away from his lips, he leans forward and presses his forehead against your shoulder, hiding his face from you as he huffed.

"I'm sorry, I can stop ―" You nervously began to push yourself off of you him but he held you still, not moving his head from your shoulder.

"No." He breathes out. "I'm ― " He begins, slowly lifting his head to look at you, his cheeks flustered. "―not well versed." His eyes are pleading with you.

"Oh, okay." You say with a smile creeping up on your face.

"Laugh and I will kill you."

"No, no, it's not funny." You shake your head with a smile as you look down. "It's just ― a surprise." You smirked with your hands snaking up his torso and gently lying on the sides of his neck.

"You've laid with other men?" He asks with an eyebrow raised.

"Only a few, none as dashing as you." You smirk. "Why? Are you jealous, my husband?" You inch closer to his face, seeing his eyes dart from yours and down to your lips.

"Maybe." He breathes out.

"Do you want me to stop?" You ask.

"No." He once again pulls your face to meet his as he moves his lips against yours. Your hips began their pace against his, feeling his bulge through his pants. His grip on your head moved downwards to hold your hips as they moved back and forth. You pulled way for moment to remove your top, along with your bra. Bi-han's face goes even more flush than it was before now seeing your bare chest in front of him. You grabbed a hold of his hands and brought them to your breasts, him instinctively squeezing down and eliciting a soft moan from you. Bi-han felt his cock twitch in his pants just by the sound that fell from your lips, knowing he could very well cum just from that.

You reach down and begin to undo the top of his Lin Kuei uniform until his chest was bare. His chest was mesmerizing, he was incredibly fit and had more muscles than you even knew existed. Your hands ran their way up his abs and gripped at his large biceps. Your lips attack his once more as he continues to play with your breasts. You slowly moved from his lips down to his jaw and then down to his neck. Loud sucking noises were heard as you sucked harshly on the skin of his neck, hoping to leave dark hickeys on his neck. He was holding back his voice, but with every press of your lips on his neck he let out a labored moan.

Moving down his chest you left red hickeys on his collarbone and pecs, pulling away to be proud of successfully marking your husband as your own.

"You're so pretty, Bi-han." You smile before pressing a sweet kiss to his lips.

You pull away and drop down to position your body between his legs. Your hands gripped at his pants to free his cock, it was already falling with precum. He was pretty big, it almost made you a bit nervous. Your hand stroked him up and down a few times as you looked up to watch his face contort as his hands gripped at the sheets next to him. He was using all of his willpower to not cum on the spot.

You pressed kisses up his shaft until you reached the tip, swirling your tongue around it.

"F-fuck... please." Bi-han pleaded, beads of sweat falling from his brow.

You chuckled before happily taking him in your mouth. A loud groan was heard from Bi-han as his hands reached up to grip the headboard behind him. Your head bobbed up and down on his shaft as Bi-han was trying to control his breathing. Lewd sounds filled the room as you could feel that Bi-han was close to cumming by how his hips jerked up into your mouth. You felt him hit the back of your throat as you took all of him, humming at his taste.

"Shit!" He was pushed over the edge as you heard a loud moan fall from his lips as his hips pushed up into your mouth before spilling his seed down your throat. You swallowed his cum as you pulled off of his cock with a 'pop' sound. He looked down at you with red cheeks and his mouth slightly agape, he knew this feeling was addicting and was better than anything he could've done himself.

Before crawling back over him, you removed your bottoms and underwear. You sit down on his torso, feeling his aching cock spring against your ass.

"I'm gonna make you feel so good, my love." You reassure him as you pressed a soft kiss to his cold lips. "Trust me, you won't be thinking of any other woman when I'm done ― make you addicted to me. " You smirk seeing a small smile form on his face, it was the first time you had seen him smile.

"You are confident, I like it." He says, still heaving from his orgasm.

A small chuckle escapes your mouth before kissing him, pressing your tongue in his mouth this time, him being able to taste himself in your mouth.

Keeping your lips on his, you reach down and position his shaft at your entrance as you hover over him. You slightly press the tip at your slit, slowly entering you. Bi-han pulls away from your lips when you sink down about halfway down his cock, his head falling against the pillow as he moans. You grip at his shoulders as a whimper falls from your lips, your chest heaving up and down as you slowly sink down further until you bottom out on his cock. Your nails scratch against his chest as you take a moment to feel him stretch you out.

Finally, you slowly grind your hips against his as the two of you moan loudly. Your grabbed tightly at his shoulders as you lifted your hips up halfway around his cock and drop down on him.

"Fuck... wait! ― gonna cum too early." He sighed as his hands jumped up to grip as your waist, feeling the tips of his fingers being ice cold. You chuckled before lifting up and dropping down on him again, whimpering at the feeling of you. Getting the hang of it, you bounced up and down on his cock as the two of you drowned out each others moans.

"Fuck Bi-han..." You whimper out, feeling yourself faltering as you were nearing your orgasm.

You felt Bi-han raise his hips to meet yours as you bounced on his cock, causing you to throw your head back as a loud moan ripped from you.

"I'm gonna ― " Bi-han dug his nails into your thighs, sure enough to leave marks, showing that he was close. You could feel his cock twitch inside you as you clenched harshly around him. You reached down and pressed your forehead against his as you held his head in your hands as you continued your movements.

"Cum in me, Bi-han." You begged. His breath hitched hearing your request, but he held strong.

"But ― " He began.

"Please Bi-han, I need to feel you inside me, filling me with your children..." You pleaded as Bi-han lost all self control and spilled himself inside you with a load groan as he held his hips up in the air to get the deepest inside you. Feeling Bi-han cum inside you was enough to push you over the edge and you came hard around his cock, clenching tightly and milking him dry. Strained whimpers left your mouth as you slowly grinded against his pelvis to ride out your high. Bi-han looked down at your entrance seeing a circle of cum surrounding your entrance and his cock, almost enough to make him hard again.

You panted heavily as you hid your face in his neck, feeling beads of sweat fall from his skin onto yours. You pulled away and observed Bi-han in this state, seeing strands of his hair stuck to his sweaty skin and tired eyes as he looked up at you. You reached your hands up to hold his cheeks in your palms as you felt his hands rest softly on your waist.

"As good as I said?" You chuckled.

"Better." He closes his eyes as he lies his head against the headboard. "You want to carry my child?" He pants as he opens his eyes and looks up at you.

"Of course I do, but you will have to keep filling me up until you put a child in me." You smirk as you press your forehead against his.

"I can do that." He smirks before leaning up to press a sweet kiss to your lips.

[magicpumpkin3]

May I request HCs of the Dorm Leaders (Separately) with a [S/O] [Gender Neutral] (Romantic) who can curse out in their native language whenever they get angry? Like in one scenario: [Y/N] got so fed up with the One-Brain Cell gang (First Years) that they willingly cursed out in their mother tongue to the group, giving them an earful of a lecture like an angry mother who found their kids caused trouble at school. How would they react to their partner who can speak in another language? (Examples: Korean, Russian, Spanish, etc.)

(Note: Scolding in any language is lethal.)

(Note 2: Ignore @//swiftyangx12)

- @sanctum-of-ramshackle

Note: *laughing in bilingual* Oh dear, It's going to be such a delight to write

Note: It took almost a year...Well, that was something -

Riddle Rosehearts

I see Riddle as a person that thinks, that curse words are forbidden and that no one should use them well, at least not around him.

So, let's just say, when reader cussed out because of the stupidity of the holy trio, I think it was for the best that no one had a single clue what the hell they were saying, because otherwise Riddle would've collared them.

So, let's Imagen a scenario, where Riddle found out what the bunch of gibberish words ment. He is soo not pleased, the dorm leader really thought that reader was better, then that. Of course there was some scolding and ect, but at the end of the day, he kind of get's it, it's Deuce, Ace and Grim after all. But that's still not an excuse!!!

He's also really interested in learning some basic words in readers native language. Even those cuss words sounded beautiful.

Leona Kingscholar

So, like Riddle, he has no fucking clue what you said. Well, he gets that it's probably something like cuss words but he's not quite sure.

Now, let's clarify that he gives zero shit if you cuss or not. Like, he gets it, shit happens, let's move on. And to be fair, I'll lie if I say I don't think he's the type to use cuss words in he's day to day life.

So, when you let all your anger flow in the middle of an overbolt fight, he's all in for it, even the overbolt kid was stunned by the nonsense you said.

Does Leona want to learn the language? Fuck yeah he does, it would make so much easier for him to cuss and make fun of other people, omG. Overall, he thinks that you're hella cool when you speak your native language.

Azul Ashengrotto

So, I don't think I need to say it again, he has no idea what you said, he has some suspensions but he's quite sure. Azul new that sometimes your brain just glitches and some words happen.

To be fair, I'm not sure how he feels about cuss words. I think he's okay when there's some used, but not like fuck fuckedy fuck fuck fuck.

So, when you started screaming at the trio, he thought it was one of those days when your brain farts some words. He haven't even thought those could be some inappropriate words. Twins on the other hand...oh yeah, they knew-

When he found out, Azul was quite impressed. He hadn't heard anyone curse so passionately, so boy couldn't even be mad at you properly!

As for the language, he finds it mesmerizing. Does he want to learn it? Oh hell yeah! It could be your secret language that only both of you could talk on~

Kalim Al Asim

First of, this is a child. But in all honesty, I think he dislikes cuss words, but not as passionately as Riddle. But still, don't swear around him plz

He is truly curious about you knowing another language, especially when you speak it! It sounds so beautiful coming from you, he is definitely into learning some words. Lemme tell you, the way he was staring at you, when you rained hell fires apun the idiot trio, was something.

Now, we all know that he had no idea what you said, but let's pretend someone told him God help that poor unfortunate soul

He is shocked to say the least, I think he would just froze up with this face 0_0, like. He doesn't blame you, but at the same time it feels wrong to him to hear you cuss in your native language.

Vil Schoenheit

Okay, I feel like he's kind of like an Azul when it comes to the adult language, doesn't mind it, but when it's too much he'll ask you to stop.

Now, you speaking 2 languages is interesting, but at the same time he knows it's semi-normal to be so fluent He has Rook by his side, like c'mon

He would love to learn your language, but I feel he'd actually just learn the basic set of words and of course speak without accent bc perfectionism

Vil is no idiot and he sees with whom you're dealing. He understands, no judgement, yell at them all you want, he will just watch and might trow some disapproval glance in their director, just so they could feel the fault.

Idia Shroud

First of, he's a fortnighter. He's a gamer for crying out loud, I bet when he's comfortable he swears at least once in 3 sentences. So yeah, you can swear all you want, he's not amused.

As for the language, he's quite fond of it. It sounds very majestic when you start to talk on it so to speak. He simp-. And let's be honest here, the fist words that he'll ask to learn are the cuss once, we all know it.

So when he heard you scolding the trio he makes a few mental notes 1)Ask for the translated version. 2) Don't get on your bad side 3) That was hot-. Idia is really amazed how good everything sounded, almost got hypnotized there.

He wants to learn the language not only because he can then swear around people and be unnoticed or at least around himself, but he also wants it to be a semi-secret language between you too, so you can talk about whatever you want without being afraid of someone ears dropping.

Malleus Draconia

Okay, so yet another child. It's like dealing with Kalim but this one is a bit sly. He understands that cuss words have their place in the world but Malleus doesn't feel the need to use them or at least around you.

Malleus has great interest in learning your other language, he thinks that's it's going to be your aristocratic language thing, which he also finds quite romantic.

When he overhead you cussing in your mother tongue at the trio he was amused. Malleus in all honesty found this hole situation hilarious and interesting.

And yes, even knowing cuss words in your language he will not use them just to make you a tab bit mad~

[amarylliasky]

Number 11 is another au!

Au: The Soos all get transmigrated in TBoaH, but in different locations and at different times. After death, Lsh and Cjs wake up in the forest of darkness around 75 yrs after Ch and escape the forest with him, whereas Krs comes later and in a much more disadvantageous situation.

- Kim Rok Soo dies right after finishing volume 5, at 36 years old and wakes up not as the trash of the Count’s family, but in his own 16 year old body alone in a forest on the Eastern continent. Also, for the sake of keeping the Soos ages close to each other, CJS and LSH are aged to be closer to KRS’s new current age(CJS:19; LSH: 21). CJS and KRS are no longer the same age:( Tho I’m not too sure abt this, might change up the ages.

- Kim Rok Soo, with no memories and his records sealed, is found by the White Star and taken to a hidden Arm base. While I contemplated bringing him to Endable, I don’t see how Rok Soo would be able to bring the children with him. While the other Soos could pick them up; one, they don’t know anything about this world, and two, that would eliminate Rok Soo’s relationship with his kids. Ultimately, the working plot is that WS hides Krs from his subordinates in Endable because they still don’t know about the curse. All they know is that he reincarnates, and he would rather avoid any unwanted questions.

- So the WS(current body is 18. Shortly before plot) is confused and shocked by the resemblance between him and this stranger that smells of the god of death’s power. Believing it to be in his favor, he brings the boy with him to a secret Arm branch location. WS intends to train him as his successor and the next dragon slayer, especially seeing that his time is warped. He later reaffirmes this decision upon seeing Krs return with several ancient powers in his possession.

- So Cjs and Lsh mentor CH and help him get out of the forest much faster. They prob stay in Harris Village about 3 years before Arm attacks.

- The two Soos definitely have the sense to not let a defenseless 18 year old be beat up by CH. As insensitive as the Trash was, they’ve been through too much to beat up a kid over one or two rotten comments. They report to the Count and set off for their journey after a few days of rest.

- I’m thinking that Cale wouldn’t go to the Capital. Basen probably goes like in tboah, and the three Koreans go with the Molan duo on their journey where they pick up Lock and Rosalyn.

- With the additional help of Lee Soo Hyuk and Choi Jung Soo, the heroes are able to prevent quite a bit of destruction during the plaza terror incident; especially thanks to Jung Soo’s White Miru preventing more citizens from being crushed by buildings, and Soo Hyuk’s slash ability helping out as well. The Soos are used to evacuating people, so overall, the plaza terror incident has much less casualties than tboah, but still more than totcf(sorry, no silver shield. Rok Soo’s not there).

- Redika still gets his arm slashed off, but by Lsh, and Cjs’s White Miru injures his eye. I had to make him easier to take out while remembering that no one knows where Redika will be appear, so this Choi Han doesn’t get the chance to go after him.

- Now about the kids averaging 7 years old….I’m thinking that Rok Soo and the WS part ways before the Harris Village massacre. Krs would go to Rain City to get the indestructible shield and pick up On and Hong while the WS gets the ancient power. And for Raon’s whereabouts, maybe the god of death speaks to Krs after the latter parts from WS in the Henituse territory. Of course, Krs will slowly remember things from tboah over time. That is how he knew about the shield, after all. The WS not bringing him along is also him being careful not to let Krs know of his intentions. His goal is to slowly bring the him to his side. Shouldn’t be too hard, the kid doesn’t even have his memories.

- Now you might question why Krs would go along with Ws’s plans even without memories. It’s simple, he doesn’t. Rok Soo would love nothing more than to be away from this creep, but until he regains his memories, he is unfortunately stuck with this most likely insane and disturbingly familiar man.

- I do have a lot of plans for the changes this au makes, but they’ll mostly come to fruition later in the novel plot. For now, Rok Soo will be doing a lot of things in the background, unknowingly messing with the WS’s plans, while Jung Soo and Soo Hyuk, along with the rest of the heroes, travel around Roan and solve problems like Choi Han’s party did in the original timeline.

I think I have way too many thoughts about this au, so I’ll stop it here and probably post a part two sometime this month. I’m trying to make the posts a bit shorter and not have them all be so late at night.

[gh0stsp1d3r]

Sorry Not Sure If U Take requests but i have an amazing idea.

Soo what about an tangerine x reader

Where the Reader is an Agent and its kinda Like enemies to Lovers but a little more twisted.

Since the twins are Killers, she tries to find them and IT gets flirty and all and tangerine is after some time sending the Reader clothes and Gifts and such. And at First the Reader is scared Like how do they know her Adresse. As it goes on tangerine is about to get catched but the Reader Just lets him Go. As Well as some Point of Views from the twins where tangerine is Like obssesing about the Reader and Lemon is Like nahhh U cant Just do that.

Inspired by Killing eve

I wanna colabe

I do! I’m trying to get to as much requests as I can (: I’m sorry this took me so long I’ve been so busy and this just got buried under a lot of other requests

Peaceful

Tangerine wasn’t one to get distracted from a job, usually that was lemon. But not this time.

“Yeah, I’m jus’ saying.” Tangerine shrugged, sitting down at the bar and looking around.

It was a large bar in a hotel. Why the target was here? They had no clue.

There you sat, in a dress with crossed legs, taking a sip of your martini as you glanced around.

You caught eye of a man in a suit. Another man next to him and talking to him, then getting up and walking off somewhere.

“I got eyes on her.” He said to lemon, and looking at you.

“What’s she doin?” He hid behind a wall, getting ready.

“She’s talking to the bartender.”

“So how should I go about this? Plan A or plan B?” You asked your friend, and your partner in crime who was being a bartender in disguise.

“Mmmm…. He’s checking you out, Plan A. Don’t know where the other one is though.” She looked around.

You sighed and looked at the man, the so called “Tangerine”

He looked at you, giving you a smile. You looked at your friend who just shrugged.

“Go get ‘em tiger. I’m right here.” She slightly showed you the gun she had hidden.

You got up, and sat next to the man, he looked at you and gave you a small smile.

“So how you wanna do this? Just guns a blazing?” You asked him, moving your leg up and down his.

“Mmm.. dunno, love. Maybe I should jus’ fucking stab your eyes out in front of everyone.” He said back, and looked at you.

“That’s adorable. Really. Now please, just let me take you to my client. He’s getting annoying, and he’s all like ‘oh my god it’s been a month’ so can we wrap this whole thing up?”

“Tell me who your client is and this whole thing can be over in minutes, dove.” He pointed the gun he was holding under the table at you.

“You know I can’t do that.” You took another sip of the martini, now completely finished.

“That’s a shame, really.” He swiftly turned around, and kicked you. Many shocked people around recorded and Lemon pulled the fire alarm.

You looked up at the counter, and saw your partner running to you. Tangerine cocked his gun and held your head on the marble.

“Who is it?” He gritted his teeth.

Your partner held her own gun to his head, and lemon pointed it at her.

“Seriously? Am I the only one who’s not pointing a gun right now? Can’t we sort this out or something?” You asked.

“Yeah, we can. Tell me who hired you.”

You groaned in annoyance, and kicked him in the balls.

“Motherfucker-“ he mumbled, you giggled and stole his gun away when he dropped it on the ground, holding it to lemon.

“All right, can we just take you guys to the client? Cause this would be a lot easier-“ you felt a sharp pain in your side suddenly, your partner yelling and starting to shoot, the twins running out and zooming away in their car.

“Fuck. Y/n.. y/n, stay awake.” She mumbled, grabbing your arms and helping you walk into the car. She quickly dragged you to your guys agency, and you were immediately dragged to a dingy infirmary room.

—————————————————————-

You opened the door when a knock came to it, a large box at the door.

You furrowed your eyebrows and picked it up, cutting it open with a knife you stared it at.

A pink basket with a small teddy bear, a bunch of candy and a card.

“I know I shot you a few months ago, but I hope you feel better. But seriously, just tell me who hired you and this can all be over.

XOXO, Tangerine.

ps. Lemon did not want me to send this at all.”

You and tangerine had a very… complicated relationship. You’ve been chasing him for months, but he always slipped away. You’ve had sex pretty much almost every time you fought. You hated each other almost, but not really at the same time.

Sometimes, it wasn’t always hate fucking. Sometimes you both held hands, kissed, cuddled in secrecy. Two people enjoying each others company.

The chemistry between you both was undeniable, the only problem was work.

You looked at the box some more, how the hell did they find your address?

It was creepy, but almost sweet. You furrowed your eyebrows and read some more notes he left, he had also given you a novel, remembering the one time he had read to you.

“𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒐, 𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒔. 𝑨 𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒓𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅. 𝑯𝒆𝒓? 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝑰’𝒗𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔?“ 𝑻𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒕.

𝑯𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒆𝒌, 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒐 𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒑𝒕.

You smiled at the memory, and then shook your head. No. It could never work out, you constantly reminded yourself.

—————————————————————

Another day, another chasing the twins mission.

You sighed and dreaded this one, looking around the crowded place. Your partner was out sick.

You then locked eyes with him, Tangerine that is. Lemon looked at what he was looking at and shook his head.

“Man, what have I told you?” He said to tangerine.

“What you talkin’ about?”

“I see the way you’re lookin’ at her. C’mon, man, let it go.”

Tangerine scoffed, and folded his arms, leaning against the doorway.

“I didn’t do anything. She’s here to catch us, so let’s just go.”

“You sent the card, didn’t you?”

“No I didn’t.”

Lemon groaned “Told you not too, man. Jesus Christ.”

You started to walk up to them and they started to back up, you looked back quickly, throwing a smoke bomb discreetly on the floor.

Soon, people were coughing and leaving the building, just you three now.

You smiled at them, standing in front of them now.

“So nice to see you both again. Thanks for the card, very sweet.” You said with a smirk.

Lemon gave him a look and he just rolled his eyes.

“Look, we don’t know who keeps hiring you to get us, but it never works, does it? So let’s jus’”Tangerine was cut off when you kicked the gun he was holding to you out of his hand, you grabbed it when it fell to the floor and pointed it to the both of them.

“What were you saying?”

You then punched lemon, Tangerine sighing and trying to throw you off, but instead you kicked him in the balls, making him groan and fall back on the floor.

“Okay, that was just not fair.”

You pinned them both to the ground, and when lemon was about to pull the trigger, you grabbed his gun.

“So, anyways, as I was saying, I can’t really tell you.” You shrugged.

Lemon sighed and turned to Tangerine.

“Can you tell your girlfriend to get off?”

“She’s not my girlfriend, tell her yourself.” He rolled his eyes, you stared down at them both.

You looked into tangerines eyes, they were beautiful you had to admit. You sighed.

“Can’t believe I’m doing this. Kick me.” You whispered to them.

“What?” They both asked.

“Kick me.”

“Why?” Tangerine said, face scrunched up in confusion.

You groaned “Because if my boss looks back at the tapes and sees I let you get away, I’ll get in trouble.”

“Alright.” Lemon said with a shrug, kicking you harder than you expected. You faked a groan, and you fell onto the ground. You looked up at them walking away and you winked.

[cuubism]

I don’t even know if you accept writing prompts, but just *Imagine* this

Dream, has no fuckin idea how Hobs immortality works

His sister just said “you could find out” and gave no other word other than the IMPLICATION that hob is immortal, so aside from knowledge that hob has been withheld from her gift, dream doesn’t know how the whole immortality thing works for hob

Meaning the first time Dream sees Hob DIE

I feel like he’s in for a ride

I always pictured Hobs immortality as a Deadpool kinda thing. He does TECHNICALLY die from whatever killed him, but he pops back as soon as his body heals. Not a fun experience, definitely some trauma involved (being drowned as a being that doesn’t die permanently seems ROUGH) but all in all Hob can walk away from everything pretty alright.

Now if Dream DOESN’T KNOW THAT. If he thinks hob is simply un killable, that could lead to a WORLD of delicious Temporary or Presumed death angst.

*looks at the ancient unfilled prompts lingering in my inbox from years ago* of course i take prompts what do you take me for! :D 😂 i love them, i don't always manage to write them

in retrospect 'you could find out' is QUITE mysterious and ominous, thanks Death.

yeah i usually imagine Hob's immortality working like it does in The Old Guard, where he basically does die but he comes back after a few minutes. i'm still undecided on whether he heals faster than normal, like, for plot purposes it's easier if he does, but there's something compelling also in the idea of hob having to struggle through the same long healing process as other people, just with the certainty that he will heal. i also always ask myself, can hob be permanently injured? like, if he lost an arm, would it... grow back? i don't know the answer to that. i like the idea of him being able to have scars for Symbolism, but him not having scars is also compelling, like, having no real record of anything that's happened.

drowning would... suck, especially as it probably took him ages to break free of his restraints so he probably drowned over and over and over...

dream seems to get in the 1789 scene that hob couldn't be killed by being attacked. but i feel like... like Death is not the only powerful force in the universe and she isn't all powerful. i could see dream being worried about hob being like, destroyed in some other way? like his... Being being destroyed? i don't think there's any being or creature in the story's universe that can't be killed in some way, even Dream can be killed - or, I guess, Morpheus can, is more accurate. so the fear could still be there. either way, seeing hob die would still be a hell of a shock, even knowing it's temporary.

i actually wrote something really similar to this in an as-yet-unfinished fic so i think instead of starting another wip (i have soo many ack) i will just share that scene

[ preface - there was a whole Fight and the Corinthian cut Hob across the throat (rip) and then Bounced because Dream was kind of, well, distracted ]

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When Hob woke, Dream’s hands were around his throat.

Pressing, holding. Trying to keep him together.

And he was… just absolutely drenched in blood. It lay slick on his hands, smeared up his wrists, soaked in blacker patches on his black shirt and coat, he’d even managed to get a few droplets on his face. Dear God. Hob had almost forgotten how much blood could come out of a human body. It had, fortunately, been quite a while since he’d had to watch somebody exsanguinate.

Their gazes met. Hob’s bleary, Dream’s swirling with colliding galaxies.

“See?” said a voice out of Hob’s eyeline. “I told you he’d come back.”

Hob craned his neck carefully to see. A woman was sitting on the couch, arms crossed, apparently unconcerned by the scene of theatrical death and carnage playing out before her.

“Dream,” she repeated, when Dream didn’t move. “I told you. Let the man breathe.”

For all that her words were spoken lightly, there was a note of concern underneath them. Hob didn’t think it was directed at him, though, even if he had been to one to get his artery sliced open. The woman’s gaze kept flickering over to Dream.

“I had to be certain,” Dream ground out. His voice rumbled against Hob’s ruined throat.

“You don’t trust my word?”

“I had to be certain,” he repeated.

Hob wrapped a careful hand around his blood-soaked wrist, squeezing until Dream looked at him again, and rasped, “Hey. Can’t die, remember?”

Then his chest spasmed and he coughed up a truly horrific amount of blood. Dream released him, with some reluctance, allowing him to turn on his side, and Hob coughed until his throat was clear.

“Fuck,” he gasped, and spat one last clot of blood onto the absolutely destroyed living room rug. “Goddamn. That was a new one.”

“See?” said the woman, gesturing at Hob. “He even has a good attitude about it!”

Dream did not seem comforted by this. His hand fell to rest on Hob’s shoulder and gripped tight.

“Oh, I’m Death, by the way,” said the woman, catching Hob staring at her and waving at him. “Hey.”

“Um,” said Hob.

“Oh, don’t worry,” Death hastened to reassure him. “I’m not here for you. Or, I mean, I kind of am, but not to collect your soul, just because my brother here is a worry wart.”

Hob looked back and forth between them. “You… were worried Death would take me… so you… called her here?” he asked Dream incredulously.

Death sighed. “Not always the brightest bulb.”

Dream watched him intensely. “I needed to be sure she would not.”

“Dream, I told you—”

“I had never… seen you die before.” He held Hob’s gaze, but his expression wobbled into something close to fear. “It was… challenging.”

Hob supposed that knowing, abstractly, that your friend couldn’t die didn’t hold much water when seeing your friend die.

“Oh, Dream,” he murmured. Dream only looked more pained when Hob said his name. Hob found his wrist again and squeezed it. “Hey, it’s alright, yeah?”

Dream swallowed, a very human, nervous thing. “Evidently.”

“Come on, let him up,” said Death, and helped Dream haul Hob up to his feet. They dragged him over to the couch, where Hob sat, hand pressed to his still-aching neck. What a strange moment this made, he reflected. Two Endless, one covered in blood, dragging a half-dead human across the living room. Hob was going to have to give up on his life making a lick of sense anymore.

Dream’s fingers flexed, still slick with Hob’s blood. He wavered on his feet, then said, “I should— the blood,” and disappeared in the direction of the washroom at a rapid pace.

“Can’t he just—” Hob waved his hands in a gesture he hoped conveyed change his clothes magically.

“Could,” Death agreed, perching on the arm of the couch. “But he’s feeling an emotion so I think he needs a minute.”

“Ah.” Dream’s stricken expression hovered in Hob’s mind. He didn’t like it. He didn’t like seeing that forced split in his friend’s composure at all.

“You’re good for him, Hob,” continued Death.

“Because… I got my throat cut and kind of almost died and upset him?” Hob said, expecting her to correct him.

“Yup!” Death agreed cheerily. Her eyes lingered on the hallway that led to the washroom. “Among other things.”

As if any of that was reasonable. Hob leaned against the back of the couch, rubbing his eyes. “You all are so cryptic.”

Death laughed, but didn’t elaborate on what she’d said any further.

Hob lingered on it, though. You made him upset. Hob hadn’t seen Dream upset before, not like that.

Did he ever get upset like that? Or, rather, did he let himself?

Hob quickly found himself also watching the hallway for Dream’s return. He half-wondered if he’d just bolted back to the Dreaming, or maybe gone after the Corinthian, if he’d escaped after Hob had… died.

When he didn’t return for several minutes, Death let out a long breath and got up to go after him.

Now alone on the couch, Hob clenched his fingers in the fabric of his pants, gritting his teeth as a shiver of shock ran through him. Sort-of-dying sucked, but often, Hob had found that the aftermath was worse – human bodies were meant to either die or live, not land somewhere in between, and each time he’d recovered from situations he should have died in, he’d faced a sort of belated panic response, fight-or-flight kicking in with no danger present.

He stood jerkily, stumbling to his bedroom, where he stripped off his absolutely ruined shirt – he was going to have to burn that, he’d look like a serial killer throwing it away – and jeans, and scrubbed off the blood as best he could with a spare towel considering Dream was still hogging the washroom.

He’d just gotten on a clean pair of jeans and was reaching for a shirt when the door clicked open. Dream stepped in, so quiet he was less person and more shadow. Gone were his long coat, and his boots. His black skinny jeans and long sleeve shirt were functionally identical to what he’d been wearing before, but Hob had a feeling the actual blood-soaked ones from before had been destroyed – if they’d ever existed outside of dreams in the first place.

He stepped quietly, barefoot, over to Hob, and Hob looked up and down at this change in attire. “Planning to stay awhile, love?” he asked, a weak attempt at levity.

Dream stopped before him. His eyes were deep and very dark. “You are shaking.”

Hob chuckled self-consciously, rubbing at the back of his neck. “Yeah, turns out that sort-of-almost-dying is a bit of a shock to the system. It’ll pass, though.”

“It will pass,” Dream echoed, expression unreadable.

“Has before,” Hob said, tension prickling up his spine at the utter stillness of him now. And not the relaxed stillness that Hob had become accustomed to when they sat and drank together at the inn. No, this was the stillness of water about to overflow. Surface tension.

“Before,” Dream repeated, again.

Hob smiled weakly at him. “Promise.”

Dream’s night sky gaze flicked over his face. His shoulders were even narrower without his coat, and the lack of structured fabric made him look softer, human, normal.

But Hob’s friend, his love, his stranger had never felt less normal. He moved in like the approach of nighttime, hovering clouds and darkness and rain, a blanket pulled over one’s head that might cocoon or suffocate.

Hob would have accepted either.

Dream caught him by the jaw with fingers soft as lamplight, murmured, “Promise,” and kissed him.

[shameeater]

Are we still sharing niche kinks? If not, please disregard, and I apologize 🙃

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For as long as I can remember I've been into incontinence. More specifically either purposeful loss of control/deliberate unpotty training (usually because of someone else being the one to initiate the untraining) or it's an accidental loss of control due to deliberate laziness. Say like someone is busy eating and they have to go? They just let it go. Over time they stop caring and if they try to exercise control they find it's not nearly as good as it used to be.

The first would be easier to find except I'm not into ABDL... diapers are fine, but AB and age regression isn't my thing.

The second is almost non-existent lol I think it would usually fall under "slob" but often it either doesn't go far enough and just stops at gas, or it goes too far for my tastes and feels... idk, mean-spirited? Apparently non-chalant "I don't even care, I'm busy with something else" wetting/messing is a lot to ask for.

So far I have found ONE author who writes exactly what I'm looking for, and I'm very grateful to have as much as they've written.

For my "What's your most niche/specific/rare kink" post!

Oh my dear anon, any time anyone answers any of my inbox prompts I'm glad! IDC how old it is, even though this one is pretty recent, still pretty fresh I'd say.

I tend to be more into accidents and losing control myself, but someone purposefully messing just because they have to go or being un-trained is SOO hot too.

Something about purposefully messing because it turns someone on doesn't QUITE appeal to me as much as simply needing to go and letting it out.

I'm also not entirely into ah, I think you've been seeing fart torture. It doesn't really do it for me since I'm not into that dynamic (unless MAYBE the tortured party is aroused and conflicted by it, but even then).

BUT YEAH, been getting super into (I think it is slob) things like what you've described!

I made a post about someone having a humiliating kink for someone who literally just... does that, because they eat and drink like shit so their guts just blow up from time to time.

And even more fitting to what you described, there's another one-

I was messing around with a scenario in which a husband and wife (both powerful business folks) get a new assistant who's warned to "not react" if anything "odd" happens.

Of course the assistant doesn't know what that means, but they vow to not mess up such an opportunity.

And it all goes well!

The power couple work out deals and make calls and occasionally snap orders at the assistant and it's all fine until they start getting bubble guts from a fancy lunch they had earlier.

Much to the assistant's shock, instead of them taking a break and caring for their irritated bowels, the couple continue speak business and just... casually mess themselves, having been revealed to be frequent diaper wearers under their sharp clothing.

They're too damn busy to be caught up with stomach issues, and answering calls in bathrooms is unprofessional, so they just load up whenever they feel the urge during work hours. Meanwhile the assistant can only watch and listen while sweating behind their laptop...

[lostmyremembrall]

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for the 1k even thing i'd like to request 🐍 if its not too much of bother!

soo my love languages are mainly physical touch and words of affirmation as i get very affectionate when im really comfortable ^^ though most of the time in public i look or act grumpy without noticing😭 its just my resting face i guess?? im quiet and i dislike socializing with most people, most of the time im just off into my own world. i need words of affirmation and proof of someone's appreciation or love for me, or else i probably wont believe it. i always look a bit messy, even when i try to look presentable

🐍 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐇𝐂 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐓𝐨𝐦

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Thank you so much for your kind words! And of course, it's not a bother! I'm loving these requests and I'm so enjoying writing these, including yours!

Hope you enjoy!

He was drawn to the air of mystery and defiance that you exuded. He perceived you to be someone who is headstrong, and honest with themselves, rather than constantly putting on a placating smile.

Which was why Tom was somewhat surprised by how loving and affectionate once he got to know you.

And now Tom is obsessed with your smile. Especially because he may not get to see that as often in public, he feels that your smile is special, like it's reserved for him.

Whether you're talking animatedly about something, smiling, or off in your own world, you often notice him staring at you with a mixture of curious observation and obsessive adoration.

You may think your appearance looks messy, but Tom simply adores you however you look. Sometimes burying his face into your hair, your sweater, or the crook of your neck.

---

Physical touch comes naturally to him.

Whether it be finding your hand in mid-air as you two walk together.

Wrapping his arm around your back and pulling you closer to him as you study next to each other in the library.

When he's stressed, or simply just because he wants to, he would pull your hand to stop you in the middle of the corridor. And while everyone's passing by, shooting curious glances, he'd pull you into a quiet embrace.

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Tom did not grow up witnessing compliments and verbal affirmations (orphanage employees barely had time for those), so he is not used to giving compliments.

When you brought it up, Tom was genuinely shocked that you did not feel loved.

"I thought you knew," Tom was flabbergasted. From how much he feels for you, he thinks it's impossible for anyone to love more fiercely than how he loves you.

It has never occurred to Tom that you didn't feel loved because of how much he adores you.

You explained the concept of love languages and the communication of love differs from how much one feels for the other.

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Ever since then, Tom has been attempting more verbal affirmations.

He would get embarrassed about it.

His cheeks turning red and mumbling something about how you looked radiant in the morning sun. He couldn't even meet your eyes.

Things started to change when he opted for a different strategy where he'd pass you notes and leave you notes around your dorm.

Apparently, it was easier to verbalise how he felt through writing.

It was then that you found your boyfriend to be a hopeless romantic and a poet.

You awoke to a torn-out paper placed on your bedside table. "Good morning sleeping beauty. While writing this, I had to restrain myself from kissing you so as to not disturb your sleep."

A line of elegant handwriting that appeared on your note during Charms class. "Your eyes shimmer in the most enigmatic way when you gaze at the sky."

Which caused you to blush, noticing Tom who's been staring at you as you daydreamed.

"I would do anything to take a peek into that wonderful mind of yours."

Another line appeared and dissolved into the paper. You turned your head towards him again and found his lips pull into a subtle, soft smile.

It was special, this moment that only you two shared together in a class full of people.

You two may be different and have to adjust things, but Tom is willing to change and learn anything if it means making you smile and blush the way you do.

[alexiavettel]

chapter three

pairing: charles leclerc x fem¡stroll!reader

word count: 1.8k+

warnings: kinda toxic!reader, mentions of Charles’ father, overthinking

disclaimer: any photo used is not supposed to represent the reader, are all Pinterest pics that match the context

⇦⇦⇦ previous part

Y/n Stroll POV:

There’s only one week left to the pre-season testing and they want us to go in a yacht and play cute happy couple while we could be training. I tried to fight my father and he just said “You signed the contract, honey. You knew what you were doing”. When I go to another team I promise I’m going to only see this old fucking man at Christmas!

And that’s how I ended up in this situation: sitting alone at the dock waiting for this asshole.

When I was about to go back home the bastard I was waiting for finally arrived.

“Please don’t shout at m-“

“I have waited for you for 45 minutes you asshole! Explain yourself!”

“Okay, first of all stop stomping like a kid” I might look a bit childish but can you blame me? “Second, I had something important to solve”

“What is so fucking important that you couldn’t even take 2 seconds to text me to tell you were going to be late or that you couldn’t come?!”

“I had a meeting with the team about some new updates they are looking for-“ he helped me get in the boat.

“I don’t need to know your bullshit. The fact is that you didn’t care enough to send me a simple fucking text and kept me waiting while I could be doing something better and more important than spending shitty time with you!”

“God okay, I am sorry! Is that what you so desperately want to hear?”

“Fuck you, Leclerc!” I marched to the farthest place from him, which happens to be the front of the yacht.

He can’t understand that I need every single minute I have to practice, obviously he needs it too but it’s so much easier for him, a man, a man in a dominant car specially. It’s so fucking frustrating pushing the car to the maximum and it still doesn’t give you what you want, what you need. And when you lose control what they will blame? The fact that I pushed the car too much until it almost exploded in my hands? Absolutely no. It’s surely because I’m a woman.

“You know Phill, Y/n is an incredible driver but I think sometimes the cars aren’t just made for women. I don’t think they can handle that much pressure, you got me?!”

“Y/n how much of the car Aston Martin had to adapt for your female body?” that’s not even close to the worst one but I would never get those if I were a man.

“Is it harder to drive when you are on your period?” “You have to do the underwear FIA check too?” “Come on, is it hard to handle yourself being around 19 men, right?”

My thoughts were interrupted when I heard the boat engine starting. Yes, now I have no way out…

•••

“I bring lunch, you’re coming?” I was just getting my things back inside after putting my bikini on when I heard his hesitant voice.

“Y-Yeah sure” I shouldn’t have screamed at him, he didn’t deserved it. At least not this time.

“We are going to eat outside, all right?” when I finally found him he was shirtless at the kitchen (one of the prettiest I must admit, all clear tones and marble).

“Hmhm” I humm as I helped him with the trays.

“Pretty bikini” I paralysed in the moment I sat down next to the food “What? Am I getting the silence treatment now?! I know I fucked up earlier but I’m sorry okay? I just got caught up in the moment I forgot to call you”

“It wasn’t a silence treatment, I am just shocked that you can actually complement me” I couldn’t and help but let out a scoff “but I’m sorry too, to be honest. I shouldn’t have screamed at you, I got carried away by my disappointment towards somethings that doesn’t involve you specifically. So I shouldn’t have done it…”

“Oh my God, you can actually apologise!” he almost screamed.

“Fuck you, Leclerc”

“Yep, that’s the Y/n I know!” he messed with my hair getting an arm smack in return “Soo we got fruits, salad, loaves of breads, juice, jams and some slices of ham, cheese and salami”

“Oh God! I love salami!”

“Me too! By the way, fancy a swim after? I want to use the new jet skis”

“Yeah why not? But we have to wait a little after eating y’know because-“ I say while doing a sandwich for me.

“Don’t mom me, I know why”

“I don’t mom you!?”

“Whatever you say, darling. Gonna be back in a sec!” and he leaves. After calling me darling with the biggest smirk on his face and with a weird naturally…

“What is that?” I asked after he came back with a pot of something red.

“Cherry jam, I didn’t bring with the rest because-“

“I am allergic to cherries”

“Yeah and I know how you eat everything that’s red, thinking it is strawberries”

“Can you blame me? Strawberry is the best fruit, boy” I can’t help but think why he actually remembers I’m allergic to cherries… Whatever, it’s probably from eating together at restaurants so many times.

“Nah peaches are superior”

•••

“Charles Marc Hervé Perceval Leclerc I’m going to kill you!” I screamed from the top of my lungs as he splashed water all over me with his jet ski after I clearly had told him that I didn’t want to wet my hair.

“Not like you can catch me, darling” he speed away laughing… I want to drown him.

When I got by his side my desire was to crash the fast machine into his but I just took a turn and wet him all. Meeting with his face dropping water, eyebrows frowned but the biggest smile in his face as him try to dry his face. That made me smile.

Then he pointed the boat as a sign to come back. “Last to come to the boat have to do what the other wants for a whole day” I offered him, who wore a wicked smile agreeing with it. There’s no way he could beat me.

He actually could beat me. But only because my jet ski stopped midway, the engine has gone completely off.

“I’m going to help you but with one condition…” he proposed coming at me after seeing I apparently got a problem “I can choose when you’re going to obey me all day”

“You know this is literally your problem right? Your jet ski, not mine. And I’m not going to obey you, I’ll do you favours. But I’m not in the mood to swim my way to the yacht so it’s okay, you can choose when. But that can’t include race stuff” it was part of the challenge since the beginning but I think I forgot to mention it, so points to me!

“Whatever you say, sweetheart” he made me go behind him in his own machine to try to fix it “By the way, I had never seen you in one these how are you fast?”

“Well it’s not too different than bikes, and I am completely in love with my bikes”

“You ride??? You mean like motorcyclettes?” He stopped doing whatever he was doing to look shocked at me.

“Yeah I can show you the pics of my babies when we came back to the boat”

“Babies? Oh dear god! But anyway that would be soon since we are coming back right now, darling!” he needs to stop calling me that...

“How do you fixed it?”

“It’s the battery, I can’t fix it. The man who sold me that one probably didn’t use it in a very long time and didn’t switch the battery to sell it. I am going to call him after, but now you have to sit still here” he explained while tying a rope to connect the two jets.

•

“So yeah that’s it, my babies. They’re probably my most precious possessions” I gave my phone to him see the bikes while we sit together waiting for the sunset, shivering below a sharing blanket.

“I didn’t take you as a bike type… Why your ‘most precious possession’ isn’t a f1 car?”

“I’ve got last year’s, but once I leave Aston Martin I think it will be the only one I’ll keep”

“Are you planning to leave?” apparently the sun doesn’t want to go down, now would be an amazing moment huh?

“Maybe-“

“But then why would you agree with this deal?” He seems anxious…

“I still need a seat this season, ferrari boy”

“Oh…” an awkward silence took place after this and the sun finally started to set down.

“Even the moon it’s here too, so pretty” I said after asking for a pic in the wonderful mix of blue, pink, orange, yellow and purple in the sky.

“My dad used to say that the moon and the sun are a couple and when they’re in the sky at the same time, it's the only moment they can properly see each other and the closest they can ever be”

“My best friend used to tell me a story about how they fell in love with each other, and how the moon always try to hide her feelings from the sun ‘cause she knew they could never work out. But the sun being so shiny, warm and radiant, couldn’t hold himself and tried every single solar eclipse to ask the moon out, even receiving a ‘no’ every time he never took it as a real answer because he knew about moon’s real feelings”

“Your friend is no fun, is a sad story with a sad ending”

“It’s not sad, Leclerc! It’s an analogy of real life situations, sometimes life is sad and we can’t do anything besides watch it burn”

“But they could try! They would still see each other in the sky like now, they would still see the beauty left behind from the other, they could see each other properly in eclipses and all! If the moon really loved the sun she would’ve tried”

“Maybe it’s not that easy. What about the earth in that situation? And they could never touch each other! The sun would burn the moon down and he didn’t even think about that, the sun would be the end of the moon and even knowing that she still loves him… Being all destructive. Sometimes love can be like this”

The silence where this story belongs came to us, in a now dark sky where only the moon could be saw. Two bodies laying down in a boat in the middle of the ocean, looking at the sky and thinking about whole different things.

“But why the sun is a male and the moon a female?” he frowned.

“Me and my mate used to see it like that, the moon passes me this feminine energy”

“Still like my story better”

“You’re a kid who doesn’t understand the complicity of it” I got up and offer him my hand.

“I am not a kid!” He slapped my hand and got up himself

“See, kid’s behaviour”

“You-“

“I’m gonna get dressed and we can come back right?! I believe some people saw us today and we are probably being shipped in twitter”

“Yeah, I’m turning the boat back…”

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[seregios-seer]

Monster Review: Najarala

(I’ll also be instantiate by a new rule here that any monster with subspecies/ wildly different fights from game to game will get the long post cutoff after base monster intros)

Snaky Jakey here is a funny one. This guy was one of the monsters that blew ten year old men’s mind when I first saw his intro cutscene. Najarala still defines the primal forest to me even now. It’s the first time Monster Hunter had a proper snake monster, but thank god not the last. The coloring on Najarala really strikes me sometimes, the muted tones still coming off vibrant in contrast to the fins (plates? Spines?) on its neck. I must say I have a weird outlook on this one, since I really like the design but it somehow still comes off as middling for me, and I’m not really sure why.

4U (IG): The actual fight with Najarala is just as unique as the snake itself. The most unique attack of his (that he really likes doing in my experience) is his coil. He makes a wide circle around you, and slowly pulls closer before bursting upwards in an inescapable burn. Requiring hunters to either find the gap in his loop or dive is really neat, but as a Glaive main I never actually had to deal with this attack. The second big thing Najarala has is the scale launch. The massive tail scales he launches from his tail being able to explode due from a follow up screech is really unique, although once again I never really found much difficulty in this, although the detail of being able to destroy the scales is not lost and very much appreciated. The biggest issue by far comes from the lunge and sliding attacks at the Najarala’s disposal, and are about 8/10 hits I take from this one. Despite this, I was well into master rank before I ever realized some of the bite lunges could inflict paralysis. Not sure how tbh.

GU (Various): This fight's a lot like the 4u edition, but it certainly feels like paralysis bites are more frequent in this one. When played against hunter arts, and I used a lot of diffferent ones against this one, it becomes a really short fight tbh. Najarala flees less, and doesn't seem to have the burrowing attacks like in 4u, which were already somewhat rare already. I'd usually manage a kill before the bastard even leaves the area more often than not, so I'm overall kinda shocked how much easier this fight is.

Rating: 7.7/10

Much like his biggest attacks, the design just doesn’t hit for some reason (still soo good though).

Tidal Najarala:

So it took me a looong time to hit G rank in 4u (I was an idiot kid when I first got the game, ok?) and when I finally did, the new monster subspecies felt so refreshing and unique, and this beautiful, glorious freakshow-colored reptile is right up there for me. The colors and the elemental effects really bump my personal opinion of Najarala as a whole. Plus the coloration and status given to being a G rank monster really lands the whole "exotic" aspect for me.

4u (IG): This fight is by far faster than the baseline Najarala, and that obviously bumps the difficulty quite a bit. The amount of slam attacks I got hit by really skyrocketed in this fight. It was a bit of a coin toss on whether it felt balanced or unavoidable, but more often than not seemed like my bad. The addition of a spit attack for instilling water blight really gave some ranged ability to this fight, although Tidal tends to do wide tail sweeps compared to the small swipes of the baseline species. One of these sweeping attacks is actually the pin attack Tidal uses, which I hate purely because it makes no damn sense. If you're hit on the right, why would you ever go flying perfectly forward? But that's really more a stupid peeve of my own than anything, and overall the fight is still really fun, even moreso than the base species after you acclimate from your first attempt.

Rating: 8.6/10

Preddy colors... so cooool...

[dipolardruid]

OH MY GODDD I LOVE PETRA SOO MUCHH💗 ALSO THANKS FOR DOING MY REQUESTS MAN! Anddddd if the inbox isn’t too full or if you aren’t too busy I came up with another request! SO yk the request you got a while back of reader who’s only friends with Tina right? And how she will practically force reader to spend time/talk to everyone else. How will she and everyone else react to reader being clingy to someone else that isn’t Tina? Like reader spent time with everyone else and now reader prefers to be with Petra, or Paul, or Jake. And sorta just clings to one of them. Maybe even prefers to be with one of them than Tina. You can either make hcs or a oneshot of this whichever you find easier! Separate reactions or not ^^

-🌊

also take that other anons I’m the fav anon 😎

TW: Unhealthy relationships,yandere, slight mention of possible kidnapping.

"Come on please just for tonight! You knew me first anyways!" Tina says in a pleading tone after your rejection "Petra agreed to be there a little later after us." At this you tense up a little bit sighing "Ok ok I'll go." Tina smiles at this giving a small yay.

It wouldn't be long after the conversation that she would practically drag you out into her car, During the 20 minute drive she talked a lot only really allowing you to put in a few words if even that but what'd really catch your attention would be about her buisness "A simple threat about blacklisting him from my company and some warning to other companies about him which would affect any career and future in his field did the trick." You stare at her in shock, something she realizes "what?" She says in curious tone.

"Isn't that illegal?" Tina attempts to hold a smirk but fails to do so "Not if it's proven to be true information." She says without an ounce of shame "but you said he didn't do anything." Tina gives you a side glance before responding "pay some editors, some witnesses and some victims and that is all it would take utterly destroy the man from buisness to personal relationships." At this you seem to become uneasy.

Tina realizes your change in tone and immediately gives her usual and bright smile "Anyways enough of that let's talk about this special getaway!"

As you look towards the entrance once again you hear a small clank and a annoyed sigh causing you to look back at Tina who seems to be giving you a sharp stare before quickly putting on her bubbly appearance once she processes that you were staring back at her.

"Sorry it was more directed at Petra she is very rarely late so I'm just a little confused as to why she hasn't atleast called." Tina looking slightly dejected.

Seeing this you take out your brand new phone that Tina gifted you just a week ago after finding out the phone you had was quite old "I'll call her you never know if something could've happened." Before you could even start typing in your passcode Tina quickly grabs your hand covering your phone screen with the palm of her hand "No" Her tone catches you off guard due to the amount of force she had said it with.

You look around to see the table closest to you staring but quickly look away once they make eye contact with you "Oh I'm so sorry! I meant no she is probably very busy if something had happened I would've been the very first to find out you know this!" She says a little nervous at this point.

Your hands begin to grip and twirl around eachother as you begin to feel more uneasy as Tina's mood seems to go back and forth much worse today compared to previous days.

"I'm really sorry I really truly am, I don't want you to be uncomfortable I just...." Tina seems to stay quiet at this almost as if thinking but just lowers her head "I just wanted a day for ourselves....Petra doesn't even know we are even here...I'm reall-" Tina's eyes begin to water as she cuts her sentence off before completely giving in and letting out a soft sob drawing attention to your table.

You look around seeing those who are aware of the situation looking at you either in confusion or with a stink eye at the situation "Hey hey, it's alright don't cry." After some time of you comforting her she finally stops crying.

"I just really wanted to spend time with you, I see you make time for the others all the time even more for petra and it's as if you've forgotten about me when before you and I would spend time together all day everyday." She quickly continues before you can start talking "I'm glad you all are getting along, I was afraid you wouldn't have any interest in them and ignore them but now I can't help but feel as if you'd prefer me gone and I hate that, I don't want you to leave me or for any of the others to leave I hate it so much."

Hearing this you go to deny what she's saying only to realize it's true, ever since the others started spending more time with you, you seemed to slowly drift away from Tina to the point that even when you do spend time with her you'd be talking about the others or keeping an eye on your phone waiting for any calls or messages from them even with Tina right in front you.

Sighing you scratch your index finger against the table "I didn't know you were thinking this, I'm sorry... I got so caught up with the others I didn't think about how you were feeling, I promise to spend more time with you."

At this Tina quickly looks back at you with a smile "Really!? " she says in excitement keeping her tone low as to not draw anymore attention then she already has upon nodding your head she immediately brightens up seeming to pounce slightly from happiness.

After that day Tina was in much higher moods compared to before when she seemed to only go through the motions even the others seemed pleasantly surprised at her sudden change, the only one who seemed to be the same being Jake but you do catch him giving you a gentle smile once in a while before looking away.

One thing that seemed to intensify though is her clinginess before when you could at least get a small moments peace is now non existent even in the restroom where she'll go with you, she now is the one to drive you home, that's if you're lucky since 90% of the time she takes you to her home despite promising to take you to your home.

Just be careful not to fall back into old habits it will not end well she will use many methods even locking you up in her room while also letting the others in on what's happening, Petra might be the only one to really show hesitation at the plan but will go along with it once she sees you aren't treated badly.

This is avoidable as long as you agree to pretty much give away all freedoms and anatomy with the illusion that you still have your freedom after all she is letting you go out and talk to your friends and family, allowing you to attend school, and most of all allowing everything in your life to continue on smoothly so you shouldn't have an issue with sacrificing a few of your freedoms for that right?

She could always take it all away without a second thought and have you completely isolated as to where the only contact you'll ever have is them so it'd be in your best interest to just go along with it whether you like it or not.

Request are open!

[hisokassimp]

HISOKA X READER FANFIC (NSFW)

HISOKA X READER 

BLOODLUST 

-Chapter 1-

I have always been called things like: weak, freak, ugly, etc. 

Did I care? Well, I would lie if I say I didn´t. I honestly felt weak, ugly, miserable and a pice of trash always, because people taught me that, people taught me to hate myself. So, I´m in my way to becoming a Hunter or die in the attempt. But I did learn something those years, they surely lied in one thing... I´m NOT weak, I have the power and the strenght. So, if I can do something right, it has to be... Become a Hunter. 

… 

I passed the test, it was easier that I tought, then, I learned about the nen and the powers I had inside me, I´m an especialist, what a gift. I trained hard to conjure things and make it real... Like chains, knifes, swords, pretty much anything that it´s not alive... But to do it, I have to memorize every single detail of the object, the size, the form, the color, the smell... even the taste... But I´m so hardworking so I can conjure those that I mentionated easily. 

Well, now you know me... There is nothing more in my life than that and some missions, well, better to say there WAS nothing more in my life... 

I´m madly in love with someone since my Hunter´s exam... I saw him trought the distance of course, I observed his movements, his expressions, his... way to kill people... And I was just amazed. 

His name is Hisoka, Hisoka Morow... Ah... He is sooo cute, so handsome, so hot... I will say, it was love at first sight, he is a total psycho... Huh? You ask if its a problem? Oh no, au contrarie, I´m soo into it. That really turns me on, ahem, but we´ll talk later about my... masochist and saddist kinks, for now, lets go to the point when I talked to him for the first time: 

Reader: Easy fight right...? 

Hisoka turned around with his usually smile and asked: 

Hisoka: Oh...? You saw that little fight? Yeah, that was too weak *he loses a little his smile* it´s boring... Well, anyways, who are you anyways? Perhaps a bounty hunter? Are you here for my head or something? *He said smiling again* 

Reader: Well, that would be quite excitant... but no, I was just watching your little crime... 

Hisoka: So...? You are calling the cops or...? 

Reader: Fight me 

Hisoka froze just for a second in surprise and kept talking 

Hisoka: Oh my... Was that what you wanted, huh? Well, I dont like declain a good fight but, I´m not looking boring fights from little bunnies like you... 

I suddenly conjured two chains that instantly wrapped around Hisoka´s neck and chest. 

Hisoka seemed to be surprised and shocked, he was not expecting that or expecting that I´ll succes my ´´attack´´ , as he returned to himself with a kinda surprised face, he smiled widely again: 

Hisoka: Oh...? My, my... It seems like we have some potential here, well then, don´t bore me. 

Hisoka jumped against me to gave me a hit with his head, and I jumped, smiling, I was waiting for this for so long... 

As Hisoka fails his attack he balances his body and try to give me a kick on the stomach. 

He was still chained but I recieved that kick and it was a really hard hit. 

I was breathless for a moment by the attack: 

Hisoka: Hm? That´s it? Come on, keep moving, you seem to have more than just this! 

He tipped me with another kick in the face wich pushed me hard against a wall. 

He approached to me with that psycho smile of his... And then, he stoped. 

There I was, heavy breathing, red face, with a big smile on my face. 

I take that moment to grab the chains and push him harder against the wall, he seemed surprised by that, but not scared, just... surprised. I released my chains of him and I grabbed his hands with mine. 

He was just confused at my behave there. 

Reader: What a beautiful necklace you have... *I said flustered while I looked in his eyes* 

He opened his eyes widely with surprise and then, I put his hands around my neck... 

Reader: What are you waiting for...? Come on, choke me. 

[rv2xlga]

another rant: not persona related for the first time i think lol

ok so im back to rant on here as per usual, this time on my sister's computer which is where i do most if not all my websiting and not on my phone which is when you know it is very serious!

ok so as the title suggests, this rant ISNT! about persona 5 as ive been playing kingdom hearts and its been on my list for many, many years but my other sister finally got us a ps4 in nov of 2022 after so very long of us wanting one with her fafsa money and i managed to finish final mix.. now! very productive and not adhd-pilled of me whatsoever (i say incredibly sarcastically) but anywho, i finally finished final mix, as i've stated before and am now playing re:chain and i absolutely hate kingdom hearts' combat because it is so god damn unnecessary and pointless and horrible! but the long time hyperfixation and yaoi grind is so serious which i did not know soriku was so heavy in the game lmfao, my poor girl kairi she deserves so much better omg ToT but that's a whole different, much bigger conversation rant for another day..

but enough with long ass stupid intros, as a long time riku fan seeing his character and just how the overall story has played out so far aside from the ridiculous ass writinggg, i've been really impressed ngl! it has a lot of potential that it actually reaches, again, aside from the horriddd writing, the plot and ending in particular was very similar to revolutionary girl utena which is like. absolute peak everything for me lmfao honestly i wouldn't be shocked if it was inspired by it cuz they are soo many similarities, i kept even pointing it out to my sis (who HASN'T watched it yet very unfortunately!) cuz im such a nerd lmao. and especially with riku, im very happy he's even IN the game first of all cuz compared to most of my other sillies... like rip to my girl akechi you deserved so much better.. but anywho anywho, i really love riku's character and everything his character represents ESP from what i've seen in the com gba ver which i don't know if that passes to re:com, which is the ver im playing but i really hope so cuz i've seen some clips and he is, ugh such an amazing character so yes. im going to deep dive here with revolutionary girl utena, specifically anthy and akio as my basis for most of this lmaosdbhh (rgu spoilers and kh too of course)

i know im very crazy with how i jump to conclusions and try to "analyze" characters and all that, even from as young as i can remember myself i've always thought like. wayy too much its honestly very embarrassing but there's personally a lot of similarities between akio and anthy's whole dynamic that reminds me of riku and diz and ansem, whatever that whole mess is. i know diz isn't essentially a villain from what i've heard and seen and searching more about it now to double check what i'd be saying on here isn't complete nonsense, i forget kingdom hearts is legit nonsense and i clearly do not know much to anything at all about diz and ansem and whatever tf is happening there omglj ToT but but i will try my very best and to differentiate, ill be calling the actual ansem diz and the ansem in final mix just ansem so its easier for everyone involved lol and again ill mostly be focusing on parallels of rgu to final mix but overall, talking mostly about riku (my baby :3) yayy!

its so crazy how the final mix plot went to me, again im actually just very shocked with kingdom hearts' storylines and stuff in general. i imagine not much thought was put behind it as the writing. speaks for itself but it is actual very nuanced and again, has a lot of potential it actually reaches or could reach which is like. gold mine for me! we know that in rgu, akio is very blatantly harassing and abusing anthy in all forms, even the people around her, succumbing to the abuse he had endured throughout all his life really giving him no purpose or real reason as we see and are made to imply in episode 39 and the last scene with anthy as she leaves the school, he has nothing to really back up why anthy should stay, as of course they never will be any real reason to it aside from the abusive cycle that they're in specifically he is stuck in, having to make it everyone else's problem from lack of growth and realization (which still doesn't excuse any of his horrid actions, but was practically impossible for him to do but that is a pretty bigger conversation for what we have here to discuss today). it reminds me a lot of ansem and his connection with riku, how he used riku's body and how ansem's "motive" is never really mentioned in final mix, not that much can really be deciphered with all that darkness-hearts talk anyway but you know. and mind you, i know there's a lot more lore that goes into ansem and the reason for his existence, him being a heartless and all, same with diz and the actual ansem so again, i won't be really going into how ansem and akio are similar as individuals but just as their roles in the respective main storyline of final mix (ive stated that way too much times by now, curse you adhd) riku's body being used as just another vessel to ansem and the "darkness" that was inside of him was only really possible because riku was an easily susceptible child, as children are obviously going to be, and ansem used this position of innocence and hashtag childlike wonder lol to be able to use him and manipulate him to do his bidding, essentially. even after everything, when sora is inside that egg (for reasons i havent yet to know!) which can parallel what happens to utena at the end of rgu, riku/anthy are still in the shadows of their abusers to even save their loved one, as unfortunate as it is. it is just like the door scene with riku and sora which is extremely similar to the rgu door scene (which is when all these similarities really hit me lol), both riku and anthy are inside the door or coffin or whatever the case and they are the ones that have to be saved but it ends up being the other way around as again, the abusive cycle is continuous and unfortunately, ever affecting but it is a very big part to break free from this cycle that you try to grow, into a better person as riku and anthy did. again, they were still connected to their abusers, each to their respective cases but they were actively seeking freedom by putting love first and not just romantic love, but love at all, in all of its forms (such a nuanced thing, lol no pun intended but yes i do love that topic very much) which is something abusers do not have, as someone who is currently in a situation like this, a lot can be said from personal experience.

i think it's interesting to view how riku viewed the "ansem in his heart" as just an amalgamation of fear and abuse of all those unfortunate things. the ansem that he was scared of, not diz/the real deal, was a lot more of a disgusting type of person, someone who was "darker, more foul" as the ansem he knew was a literal heartless being, literally. and diz was able to use this fear to his advantage by being insanely creeping and threatening to him (which is where we can see abusers are still human at the end of the day) when riku could've "choose between darkness and light" or he could've realized his specialness, in a much nicer more peaceful way lol and i don't just say that cuz the combat is awful or as jokes, i genuinely mean it. and in all that, that is the literal definition of abuse! same as what akio did and even with akio's character as his prince self and his present self, we are made to believe they are two different ppl bc of how much he gave into that abuse and let it consume him, he became a monster, someone completely different in his entirety (which i fucking love that btw). and again, i know that is not the case with ansem and diz because they are literally two different people but you can't argue the general ideas are similar and the nuisances/themes are and could be there, i think it works really well for an abuse allegory. using sora, what he held very dear as anthy did utena or just the general idea of a genuine love and connection for them both which is obviously what the care and love stems from, to get riku to do his bidding, changing riku by almost entirely just to discard him later and only focus on what really threatened his power, or abusive cycle in reality (cuz ik the ansem drama goes a lot more serious and family oriented and all that lol), which was sora and in akio's case, utena (by keeping them in "eternal slumbers" in the places that they are situated in or around/familiar with). even to the way that riku treats sora in final mix, which i know isn't really him but his sort of detachment to him is very similar to anthy and how she would treat utena. which really isn't just comphet but it is something much, much bigger than that that doesn't really involve utena much when you really look at it. it is a very general sort of detachment and indifference that comes with abuse i really wished more people talked about because abuse is not just some funny little joke or something to be easily looked over! for the love of god, i am ating at so many things rn good lord. but his detachment towards sora was just his brain numbing to the abuse, losing that sense of love and almost sanity and even humanity to look at it that way, just as what happened to anthy and her barely-any-sense-of personality. like unfortunately it's still riku and it was still him, even if very little but he was still there and what we were seeing there was just the abuse and manipulation taking him over or the abuser and abusive cycle taking them over just as what akio became due to his abusers and cycle, once again as it is continuous, and what ansem's literal existence was and meant. they were or had just become amalgamations of the "darkness" in ones' hearts, the bad things and i think the game like com itself showing that you are a mix of them both and you have to balance them both is very beautiful because yes, unfortunately you can never be truly cured even more so when it has affected you even from childhood, you have to just live with it but you can grow and be a better person because you are human and you have broken free from this cycle and have control over your own life. hopefully this makes sense, i really don't wanna come off any sort of way. writing this all makes me realize it is a very messy and nuanced topic even to describe it which.. makes me love it even more lol.

ima attach some lines here i got from this website online of a let's play lmfao cuz im lowkey losing my train here ugh, fuck adhd omg. but update while writing. i am currently rereading after like an hour and it kinda came back to me. sorry if the next paragraph is kinda random and already has some topics i have already introduced previously I REALLY DO HATE ADHD but i wouldn't be here without it would i now....

seeing more of the lines now, the words and nuisances of the things he says are genuinely soo abusive oml. there's just a lot of potential like i've stated so many times at this point, within the game. as someone with a few personality disorders, black and white morality is such a big issue with me and i feel like the whole darkness and light thing especially with how they handle it with riku can fit really well into that too. i headcanon riku with ocpd, something i have because i was really shocked with how much i resonated with his character and how much i see him struggling with that. him not being able to understand how him and sora and kairi could've came to one (agreement terms i mean, lord) and taking such drastic measures with everything and being so avoidant with the things around him, even with how he had such a want for a bigger worldwide and viewed himself as if he had so much more hopes and dreams compared to kairi and sora due to the simplicity of his innate thinking and again, took such drastic measures to achieve that and even prove it, even if it was mostly unwillingly, he was able to be easily manipulated because aside from being a child, his "larger worldview" was easy to crumble because it is just built on excessive thinking and the constant need for answers (which very much reflects perfection and obsessiveness that is the biggest issues with ocpd) which is very unstable because life isn't really like that and when you can't snap yourself into this realization or have no one else to really do it for you, trust me if you don't suffer through ocd or similar things like that yourself, it is difficult asf lemme tell you that. obsession doesn't really get you anywhere and that even goes into abuse and abusers' obsessions with whatever their "motives" are. it's strange because it doesn't really make any sense as their "motives" are never really real motives and can never really be described but that is just its nature because it is nonsensical and is just a result of overdrive and it kills, as simple as that.

ok so i have a lot more kingdom hearts related-thoughts and analyses aside from all my various other cringe, nerdy thoughts (we don't discuss the intrusive or sexual ones my friends) but i think i've ranted enough for today, another mid-way update but lost my train again, but this is the longest i've ever ranted for, definitely had to get it off my chest that's for sure lol. but aside from the ranting, i hope to use tumblr more, just to be on my own but i hope to post more doodles and art related shit on here as i hopefully figure out how to work my tumblr around and all that so it's easier to post from my phone and stuff without getting the computer and eventually losing all my energy :P yes, i will be cooking up rgu au for kingdom hearts like just doodles is what is to take from all this. sorry if it doesn't make much sense i tried my best fhfdshk

[luimagines]

Heya!! I found your blog like last week and I already read all of your masterlist lol I love how you write and how you characterize the boys! Thanks so much for doing this! <3

I have a request if that's okay? I wanted to know how Twilight would react if reader (maybe he's crushing on them, maybe not, that's for you to decide ☺) knew from almost the beginning that he was wolfie, but tried to keep the secret and kept spoiling wolfie and like, calling him a good boy and everything?

Hope you have a wonderful day!! <3

Masterlist

Thank you so much for your kind words and the request! <3

I hope I do it justice.

Content under the cut!

“Wolfie!!” You call out and try to fight the strength of your grin, but you can’t help it. The animal wags his tail at your call and trots up to you with a swagger you can’t help but find amusing.

If only Twilight would approach you as easily. Maybe he had more confidence as Wolfie?

Your hand reaches out and you begin rubbing it all over his face and head, giving some attention to his ears and cheeks. His tail never ceases to wag and you’re happy that you’re able to make him happy if only for a moment.

This in common place if you took a moment to be honest with yourself. 

You grin at the full strength that you can manage. You give Wolfie a big kiss on his forehead and stand, making it easier on your knees. “You are the best boy, did you know that?”

He borks once, happily.

“That’s right! You are!” You laugh at his enthusiasm and ruffle the fur on top of his head.

“Does anyone know where Twi is?” Wind asks. “I need his help with this, but I don’t know where he is. I can’t find him.”

You freeze, side eyeing Wolfie.

You know. You do not think he knows that you know.

Wolfie’s tail slows as he looks at wind. He’s no longer as excited as he was merely seconds ago. Wind sighs to himself and rolls up whatever he had around his hand. He looks at you and Wolfie, an easy (if a bit disappointed) smile crawling onto his face. “Hey, do you know where Twilight went? He was here a minute ago.”

You smile back, a bit tensely.  “I uhh..... Nope. No clue. Sorry buddy. I can’t even think of an answer to give you.”

“Hmm...” Wind hums and looks around. “He’s got be nearby right.”

“Yup!” Your smile tightens even more.

“I guess I can always go looking for him.” Wind shoves it into this pocket. “I’ll be back!”

“Ok, be safe! I’ll let Time know where you are.” You call back, a hand landing on Wolfie’s head instinctually.

The boy runs off before you can say anything else and you let a breath out. It took a minute for you to realize it, but your heart was pounding within your ribcage. Taking a deep breath in, you sit back down next to Wolfie. You both still, the previous energy dispersing from the atmosphere.

“I... such a bad liar.” You admit. “I’m going to let it slip and you’re going to get mad at me.”

Wolfie tilts his head. He shakes himself vigorously and pokes his wet nose against your own. You smile sadly and reach again to scratch the spot above his eyes. His favorite spot.

“I’m doomed.”

Wolfie whines, licking your nose.

“Twi, I’m serious. I’m so bad at this.” You snort and push him away.

Wolfie freezes for real this time, staring at you with a shock and borderline horror on his canine features. You grimace and bit your lips. “Oops... I knew it.”

Suddenly there’s shadows and the creature shifts before you. At first you don’t know what you’re looking at but that quickly changes when a very familiar face appears inches away form yours.

In response, you jerk back and find yourself falling backwards onto your butt and onto the dirt path beneath you. Twilight is quick to follow you even if you don’t know why.

“You knew.” It’s a statement, not a question.

You bite your lip and shy away from the eye contact.

“You knew.” He stresses.

“Yes.”

“And you-”

“It’s not like you were saying anything!” You’re quick to defend yourself. “It wasn’t my secret to tell and not many of the others knew soo... Um... I just...”

“Since when?” Twi looks miserable, like he’s both scared and anguished that you knew.

“Since the beginning.” You say. “Literally the second day we met, I figured it out.”

Twilight scoffs for a minute in shock, moving himself off of you. “I can’t believe this.”

“I haven’t told anyone.”

“No, I know. I know.” Twilight rakes a hand through his hair. “This whole time-”

“I just- you never said anything, so I thought-”

Twilight groans loudly, cutting you off. He looks to the sky for a moment before snapping his head towards you. “So... you knew since pretty much day one.”

“Day two, but yes.” You sit up.

Twilight continues to stare at you for a moment before he gets into your personal space again. “You’re something else, you know that?”

“What?”

“Don’t sorry about it.“ He smirks and places a kiss on the tip of your nose, not dissimilar to Woflie’s little actions of affection toward you. 

You sit there stunned for a little moment longer before coming back to yourself. Twilight is already back on his feet, his hand outstretches towards you. You take it. He effortlessly hauls you to your feet and he winks. He’s smug, but you can’t be more confused even if you tried to be.

“I’m going to go find Wind.”

“O-ok?”

“See you later Darlin’.” 

He leaves and you’re stuck staring into the space that he once occupied.

You have no idea what this means or why his demeanor towards you suddenly changed, but you can’t find yourself complaining.

[goldencherryhazz]

Guitar Lessons

An: I have never written for anyone except Harry Styles, but Eddie Munson has stole my heart. I hope this is okay, not proofread, (I also think the ending is pretty bad so sorry about that) feedback would be much appreciated! Enjoy :)

Warnings: fluff and smut

‘Eddie can you teach me how to play guitar’ you ask randomly as you were sat cuddled next to him in bed.

‘Y-yeah, sure baby, I’m sure I can teach you a few things’ he say a tinge of surprise in his voice as no one had ever asked him before, his heart bursting slightly at the fact that you were showing interest in one of his main passions.

Eddie shuffles of the bed and moves across the room to grab his guitar off of the wall as you wait expectedly on the edge of the bed, once he’s infront of you again he carefully placed his prized possession in your hands, the metal feeling cold on your skin.

’wanna sit between my legs pretty girl, think that might be easier’ to which you nod excitedly having always loved being close to him.

‘Okay, I’m coming’ he clambers behind your figure, once he’s situated he brings his ringed hands down to your hips and tugs you so that you are snug against him, he hooks his head over your shoulder and you can feel curly wisps of his hair tickle your face.

‘Right now think I will play something and then you try and copy’

‘Okay’ you say sweetly. Eddie plays a simple tune that didn’t look too hard, pressing a kiss to the side of your head when he had finished.

‘Wanna try baby?’ He asks and you take the guitar from his hands, beginning to pluck the strings just like he had.

‘Good girl’ he raps when you do it correctly, sending shocks down you spine.

‘Was it okay?’

‘It was so good baby’ he tells you and he can’t help but look done at his girl in adoration knowing that you were excited over your little achievement.

‘Gonna make it a little harder now’ Eddie says as he begins to play once again, this time a little faster and longer. You can help but stare down at eddies ring covered hands as he plucked the strings, his veins popping slightly.

‘Are you even paying attention to me pretty girl?’

‘Y-yeah just got a little distracted’

‘Bet you did’ he says smugly and you hit him lightly on the arm.

‘Is it my turn?’

‘Sure is baby’

You try to pluck the strings like Eddie had done just moments before, and to be fair you start off well, you face in full concentration and Eddie can’t help but fawn over the little crease in between your eyebrows. You then deteriorate drastically, beginning to pluck the strings soo out of tune making you both burst out into laughter.

‘You too god dam cute baby, c’mere’ he presses a kiss right on you forehead, but decides that he wanted more so hooks a finger around you chin to angle you face towards his before pressing his soft lips to yours. You shuffle you hips so that you could deepen the kiss but it leaves Eddie gasping ‘can’t keep doing that baby, gonna get me hard’.

‘What if that was my aim?’ You say cheekily, pressing another kiss to his lips.

‘Fuck, my girl is soo dirty’ he practically moans before he is taking the guitar out of you hands and propping it up against the bed. You try to shuffle out of his grip so that you could turn to face him but he doesn’t allow you, instead tightening his hands that were placed on your hips.

‘Eddie wanna see you’ you whimper.

‘I have another idea, think you should stay right there baby’ he says as his hand travels from you hip to your centre, he cups your pussy in his hand and it had you moaning desperately for more.

‘Eddie please’

‘I’m going to make you feel good, don’t you worry’

You wouldn’t be surprised if he could feel your wetness even through your panties and trousers, you weren’t going to lie when you said that Eddie’s voice rasping in your ear for the past 20 minutes had gotten you wet. He eventually hooks his thumbs into the sides of your trousers and shimmy’s them down you legs along with your panties until your bottom half if bare. He practically drools at the sight of your glistening pussy, his cock hardening in his jeans which you can definitely feel in your backside, the thought sending yet another rush through your body.

‘God soo wet for me aren’t you baby’

‘Fuck yes, all for you’ you moan desperately, wanting Eddies hands back on you.

‘Please Ed’s, need you’ you shuffle in his grip.

‘Where do you need me baby?’

‘D-down there, want you to touch me down there’ you whimper suddenly getting a little shy.

‘Down where, here?’ He places a hand over you tit, palming it slightly over you shirt.

‘No’

‘Here’ he places a hand over you warm belly.

‘Eddie no, fuck want you to touch my clit, please’ you whine finally, having had enough of Eddies teasing.

‘Now that’s a good girl, wasn’t soo hard was it’ he smiles cheekily. Seconds later you feel Eddies fingers come into contact with your clit, and with that he is circling them around the sensitive nub, the room filling with the sound of your moans. You melt into his chest, head falling back onto his shoulder as the relentless pleasure started to build up in your belly, spreading around your body like wildfire.

‘Feels soo good Ed’s, gonna make me cum’ you try to snap you legs shut but Eddie manages to catch them and fling them over his own so that they would be blocked when you tried to squeeze them shut again.

Eddie at this point is going wild behind you, trying to relieve the pressure building in his cock by rutting his hips against you ‘my pretty girl feels soo good’ he moans.

‘E-eddie, need more’

‘Yeah baby…do you want my fingers inside of you’

‘Y-yes please, need em’ you moan breathlessly.

He doesn’t give you a reply, and instead moves his hand down to your entrance before he slips two of his fingers inside you in one smooth thrust, you moan at how little effort is needed due to how wet you were. He starts at a steady rhythm moving in and out of your clenching walls ‘Eddie feels soo good, fuck’ you head drops dramatically to his shoulder once again.

‘Right there baby, that’s my spot isn’t it’ he hooks his finger right against your front wall directly over your g-spot.

‘Fuck yes Ed’s, it’s your spot’ you moan, head starting to go fuzzy from the pleasure.

‘Gonna cum for me?’ He whispers in your ear and it sends you right to the edge, has you writhing in his grip as he thrusts his fingers at a faster pace to get you there.

‘Yes, soo close’

‘Good girl, let go for me’ he encourages and that is all you need to reach your orgasm, your walls clenching and unclenching sporadically around eddies fingers as he rode out your high, you couldn’t help but repeat his name like a mantra as you came down from cloud 9.

‘You good baby?’

‘You need to teach me guitar more often’ you smile, head still a little hazy.

‘Oh baby, I’ll teach you any day’ he presses a kiss to your lips.

‘Where you going’ he asks as you move from eddies grip.

‘Returning the favour’ you say as you got on you knees infront of the bed where Eddie was perched, the bump in his trousers still prominent, so much that you can’t help but palm your hand over him and his hips lurch forward, seeking for more contact and you can’t help but chuckle slightly at his efforts.

‘What did I do to deserve an angel like you?’ He wonders aloud as you fondle with his belt buckle, he looks down at you, your eyes still hazy and laced with pleasure, cheeks slightly red and he decides that he will probably never know, and that he was very very lucky to have you.