#man i wouldn't mind being a drag king

[uncanny-tranny]

The funniest thing about drag kings is how all the kings look like they've come straight out of jojo's bizarre adventure. I'm literally so obsessed with drag kings, it's unreal. To any drag king reading this, I would actually kill and die for you 💛

[ladyempty]

Yandere Maegor, Daemon and Aegon I reaction to Reader running away and marrying someone else and having children?? Please 😭😭

° | This is a yandere work and may contain triggering behavior. I'm not in favor of that in real life. | ° | English is not my first language. |

Aegon I

Aegon Targaryen I is the definition of a conqueror, courageous, intelligent and ambitious, with a friendly and captivating personality, easily lovable and admirable, but with few close friends. A certain air of enigma surrounded his figure, making people try to unravel him, attracted like moths by his light of monarchical dignity.

The king was comfortable and accustomed to sycophants, women dragging themselves for crumbs, or simply a single night in his bed. He was unfamiliar with something denied to him. He had "conqueror" in his name for a reason that went far beyond the submission of the other lords.

So it came as a complete shock when he was so bluntly denied when he approached you at one of the numerous banquets hosted by the royal family. At first, Aegon couldn't even process it, the features remained the same with a gentle smile and analyzing eyes and no words uttered. Like a person who was suddenly punched and in the first few seconds didn't understand or simply didn't know how to react. He just narrowed his purple eyes and watched you leave in an elegant bow.

The first time he was seriously denied, you hadn't done it to pique his interest, but rather to preserve your own honor, not wanting to be just another king's case knowing that he would return to Rhaenys at the end of the day. He admired this. If his plans were to push him away, you were not successful, you only made a dangerous obsession settle in your being.

He began to pursue you subtly, with gallant and courteous gestures, he urgently wanted to erase the first impression you had of him. Forcing the Targaryen to reveal his personality beyond the superficial, rambling for countless hours about some common interest and constantly summoning his presence, whether to read to him while I work or simply enjoy his warm presence.

And when his barriers were still not lowered, the king had to resort to more drastic measures, asking for her hand in marriage and making it clear that he would not accept being denied.

You would be softer when you were a wife and had duties towards him. The conqueror thought wrongly. Never in a thousand lifetimes did he expect you to run away. As soon as he found out, Aegon simply went crazy, the image made up of himself falling down the moment he threatened to destroy the entire seven kingdoms again if he didn't get you back.

Stone by stone, leaf by leaf. Everything was meticulously investigated by the countless guards spreading even through the most forgotten places by the gods. The Targaryen king became somewhat paranoid and easily irritated by his disappearance, not even Rhaenys could calm him down or change his mind. It was two years of pure torment.

Ah... When he finally found you in a small house in pentos... Married and obviously pregnant... It was like the world was open beneath your feet again. A loving feeling of betrayal. How dare you? Did you think that pathetic man could love you more than him?! How stupid.

He coldly killed her husband and none of her tears and pleas could change his mind. His heart was partially darkened by his betrayal. He won't forget anytime soon, you'll have to regain his trust to have the slightest amount of freedom. Countless guards will follow you closely, if you are even allowed to leave your quarters.

And your son? Don't worry, Aegon will assume paternity of the child even if it comes with rumors about having deflowered you before the wedding. It didn't matter. He just wouldn't let you mother a bastard or have that other man as a part of your life. Aenys was his heir anyway.

Maegor, The Cruel

You were certainly a very unlucky person to have caught the attention of the Targaryen king who was called cruel. You probably met at an event organized by him to celebrate one of his conquests, reaffirming his power and sovereignty as king, or you were one of his wives' ladies-in-waiting.

Whether you were from a big house, small house or even a commoner. It didn't matter. You were his the moment the king laid eyes on your enchanting figure.

Maegor was a man of few feelings, he didn't truly love any of his wives, it was lust mixed with the rational thought of creating heirs. But you were different, there was something special that made Maegor feel a bubbling sensation in his chest, a pleasant and addictive warmth like he had never felt before. It was something unfamiliar, one that he felt slightly hesitant to demonstrate or how to handle. But he just knew he wanted you and he would have you. At any cost.

Maegor was far from the definition of courteous, he knew little about the gallant arts or gentle love. Therefore, he had little knowledge about the courtship, the little he knew was from his mother's advice, who only knew about these things from the poets who surrounded Rhaenys.

Either way, he is not discreet. He doesn't even make an effort to appear less intimidating than he is. His eyes are fixed on you no matter the moment, his intimidating and darkening presence looming over you like a shadow. Once he even gave him a white fur coat, an animal he himself killed. It was his way of showing his interest. Something raw and rustic, without words, just proves to be worthy of you.

Either way, he wouldn't wait long. The moment he gets tired of waiting and the itch that grows in him is not relieved, he will attack. Demanding her hand in marriage from her, leaving no room for disagreement. He didn't expect you to run away in the middle of the night... Stupid little bird. Did you think he wouldn't come after you?

The man flew into a rage the moment he found out, destroying everything and everyone in his path, no matter if they were his wives, servants or important masters. Everyone should pay for his blinding rage. He turned the seven kingdoms into hell looking for you. A thick layer of blood, smoke, ash and corpse covering every corner of the kingdom.

And when he found you... Ah, dumb little bird, did he think he could hide for another year? Never.

He killed her husband the moment he saw the man, not even bothering to give him a painful death to pay for his crimes. He was as furious as a bull at the sight of any trace of red. He never thought about seriously hurting you, but he would have to punish you in a certain way to put you in your place. But his angry thoughts strayed the moment he caught sight of her swollen belly with a child.

A baby, that could and should be his. It was someone else's... It was an unforgivable betrayal. He could never fully forgive you. He would never forget or leave you alone for even a second.

He wouldn't kill the child, he would keep you away until you gave birth and then pretend that the child belonged to his lady-in-waiting, even if it was his child behind closed doors. It was a good way to keep tabs on you. Do you love your child? So better obey, you don't want something bad to happen, right?

Do not worry, dear. If you want to be a mother and wife so much, who would Maegor be to deny you that? You would be two things very soon.

Daemon Targaryen

Daemon was never a man to love madly, he fell in love a few times. He rolled from bed to bed without a fixed commitment, just looking for momentary fun and vague pleasures. He indulged in his desires without shame. Bad luck for you to have been so captivating. He was hooked on you the moment their eyes met his.

Any slight affection he ever had for other women and men was forgotten. For you he felt love. Real love that went beyond lust. After all, he had never touched you intimately and he already had such overwhelming feelings.What was it if not love? You were his only thought.The first thought when waking up and the last when going to bed.

And Daemon had no intention of hiding his affection. His hands constantly find their way to your shoulders or start from your waist, a touch that lingers on a simple handshake and a look so intense that it would make anyone else tremble in fear.

As expected, rumors were created questioning his honor and how terrible the prince was. When his father went to confront him, Daemon just smiled mischievously and just said he would marry you. To everyone's great surprise, after all, the Targaryen had demonstrated his unhappiness during his first marriage.

But you weren't like that woman uglier than a sheep. You were perfect in every aspect and in the very definition of the word. Something to be admired every day.

It was a strong, stunning blow when you disappeared during the night, your maids only finding cold, wrinkled sheets when they went to wake you up that morning.

Where in the seven hell were you? He would find you... You couldn't run away.

He destroyed, killed, tortured and threatened. He spent days flying with Caraxes to every corner of the seven kingdoms just to find you. Unsuccessfully. A long year without having your favorite addiction... You.

He drowned himself in e wine while you were gone, nursing a bubbling rage and constantly exploding at everyone, scaring even Viserys, who thought he had seen the worst side of his brother.

But nothing lasts forever. He found you. He invaded your home in Essos without hesitation. He didn't kill your husband at first because his stunned mind simply refused to understand that you had betrayed him in such a disgusting way.

But the moment she saw the little newborn baby in her arms. He understood everything.The black sister ran through her pathetic husband without mercy, blood spatter staining his robes in small crimson droplets.The cold, darkened eyes like never before were directed at you.

For a moment you feared for the baby's life, placing the small bundle against your chest to protect it.

"Don't worry, I would never hurt our son." He smiles as he says each word slowly. He would legitimize that child as his and didn't care what he would say. A good way to keep you behaved and not tarnish his bloodline with bastards. Obviously he would love his own children more with you, but he wouldn't show it so openly. You're lucky the child looks so much like you…

[koolades-world]

Hi, I love your writing - I was wondering if you could write about an MC who's sleep deprived? They're not an insomniac, they just lack sleep almost the the point of when RAD begins or even just awake up until then.

I see people keep talking about MC who have good sleep schedules.. But I'm not one of them, and I'm just curious as to how the brothers would react to them being up so late.

(Actually, it's 8 am for me rn and I still haven't slept..)

hi! sure thing :)

enjoy <3

Sleep Deprived Mc

Lucifer

if you think this man isn't sleep deprived himself, what are you doing

he's so dadcore. he himself could sleep more but scolds you for doing the same thing

however, his door is always open

if you just want to sit in his office while he does work, he wouldn't mind

Mammon

sometimes, he would occasionally stay up late (on accident)

but after you arrived in the devildom, his sleep schedule took a turn for the worse

basically, when you were awake, he was awake. when you were asleep, he was asleep

although, he'd often fall asleep on you while trying to stay awake with you. this is always your window to take tons of cute pictures <3

Levi

you're in it together bestie

whatever you're doing, even if it's just mindless scrolling

you can do it with him!

he won't try to stop you either lol. he's levi, not a hypocrite

Satan

he's another brother who doesn't want to admit he has poor sleep habits (like father like son)

often he accidently stays up reading

sometimes, a book is just too good to put down, and you just need to continue

he's got a potion somewhere that'll solve both of your lack of energy

Asmo

he's definitely the one who's always on you about your poor sleep schedule

beauty rest is important!

he's probably going to try everything until it's time for him to go to sleep

sorry, but he's not going to sacrifice his own rest. you're welcome to join him though, as long as you don't wake him up

Beel

he often wakes up in the middle of the night to snack

so, you might meet in the kitchen late in the night

he's more than willing to share with you if you want

he doesn't mind spending as much time as you want him to with you

Belphie

as the king of sleeping, he doesn't quite understand you

why would you choose to stay up like that?

no matter the case, he's dragging you to bed with him whether you like it or not

you can sleep, or don't. he just wants you as his pillow haha

[blueberrymocha]

doing your hair ⊹ ࣪ ˖

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╰┈➤ fluff

➣ characters: gon, killua, kurapika, leorio, hisoka, illumi, chrollo

➣ word count: x

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gon:

- he mostly does simple styles like ponytails but it looks great

- you weren't really expecting him to be good at this

- but i guess mito taught him some hidden skills

- he's so down to brush/comb your hair

- and would be happy to just play with it while you lay on his lap

- if you're sick or feeling down, he'd help you take care of it

- the one thing he's not good at is using the tools

- as in, one of y'all has a 50/50 chance of being electrocuted if you ask him to blow dry your hair

killua:

- he's not an expert but he wouldn't turn you down

- likes the idea of you sitting in his lap watching some show while he plays with your hair

- which is what he'll end up doing, playing with it

- it's gonna look even worse and you'll have to do it yourself anyway

- you're not complaining though

- he probably wouldn't want to wash it or anything

- just cause i see him having super low maintenance hair

- so when he sees all the work you have to put in, he's like no ty

kurapika:

- he'll pass on doing it for you

“i’m sure you’re a lot better than me, love.”

- but if you asked him to brush, comb, take it down, unbraid, etc he'd love to

- is afraid to hurt you, which makes him so gentle it ends up taking much longer than it needs to

- would also put on a show and have a drawn out conversation, which also extends the time it takes

- every now and then he’ll tug on it or threaten to make it look silly

- because the normality of it all creates the most soothing environment for him to let his guard down

- it's actually quite relaxing for him to run his hands through your hair

- so he'll offer sometimes if he had a stressful day

- as for washing it, he'll generally help you unless he's super exhausted or busy

leorio:

- honestly you're brave if you let this man touch it

- he's a 4 in one soap kinda guy

- you'll ask him to do a simple bun and you'll never get that hair tie back

- it's legit lost in your hair

- anytime he tries to tie your hair back/up, he just misses half of it

- you're way better off just doing it yourself

- likes to watch you do it though, even something easy would blow his mind

hisoka:

- he's really good at doing hair

- you're a little scared at first but he takes it seriously

- no way is his dearest s/o leaving the house looking a mess

- but he’ll of course play around with you first

"are you sure you want me to curl your hair? that's putting yourself in a vulnerable position."

“i think i’ll take a couple inches off here.”

- he has you preparing for 2nd degree burns and scheduling appointments

- but once he's done and you see how skilled he is, you'll ask him to help out with other things too

- so now he's ended up being dragged into helping you on washday and styling your hair for formal events

- at least you got the last laugh

illumi:

- he's the king of taking care of his hair

- i mean just look at it, the length? yes please

- when it comes to yours though, you'd probably need to beg if you want him to style it

- once he finally relents, he's gonna go all out

- you'd be getting some complex, time consuming braid

- it looks great though, and he'd take pride if you showed it off

- if you have easy maintenance hair, he doesn't mind helping you wash, dry, brush, whatever it

- but if your hair needs more care or a long routine, he'd just leave that to you

chrollo:

- he might pull your hair back into a ponytail or bun every now and then

- like when you're cooking or even before a fight

- and if you want, he'll do a simple protective braid when you're about to fall asleep

- so if you asked him to style your hair, he'll do it with no complaints

- since he himself has short hair, he really doesn't know much

- would read up on hair maintenance though

- if you ever shower together, he's definitely gonna wash your hair for you

- otherwise he believes you're more than capable of taking care of it yourself

[teojira]

POOKIE! I’m so happy that you’re doing planet of the apes stuff.

Please can you write a what happens when you get hurt badly like you got into a fight with a another human and we got are shit rocked. but we end up surviving how would Caesar acted, and proximus maybe noa?

Thank you! Can you make us human please? As well

[Bleed it out] [Caesar|Noa|Koba| Proximus x reader headcanons]

Summary: How do the Apes handle it when you're attacked unprompted by another human? Not well tbh!

Warnings: Reader gets hurt in this one so TW for choking, blunt force trauma, blood, murder, Proximus' being a little unhinged, general stuff you can imagine with a prompt like this. Possibly out of character.

A/N: WOOOOO I am so fucking sorry this took ages anon, I struggled with this prompt for a good while bc I wanted it to be well thought out. I am SO sorry for the wait! I hope you're still around 😭

I also threw in Koba because he came to mind first and his drabble got done with ease. Idk what that was about but welcome back Koba.

Caesar:

- Caesar immediately goes to attack the human, hooting and screeching for some other ape to come to him, it doesn't take long for Rocket to come barreling towards him with Blue eyes not far behind.

-He damn near barks at Blue eyes to go to you, who's laid out on the ground choking for air, hands around your throat as you try and take in oxygen. Blue eyes gingerly pulling you towards him, hooting softly to get your attention on him.

- Returning his gaze to the human man in front of him, it takes every ounce of composure Caesar has to not rip him into shreds, his mind flashing with images of you being choked out against a tree.

- Whether this was Dawn! Caesar or War! Caesar, will decide the outcome of if he kills the man or not.

- Younger Caesar wouldn't, at most roughing up the man, letting Rocket handle dragging the man off to do whatever he deems fit after the Ape king gives him his permission. He doesn't ask what Rocket does, trusting that Rocket followed his words in not killing.

- Older Caesar isn't as merciful, the man is dying. After all he's been through, he is just not willing to take a chance, there is no way he will put you at risk again, nor will he let the other apes possibly be harmed. It's a no brainer.

- Once he finds you being tended to, curled in on yourself with the boys by your side, does he finally sigh a breath of relief.

- Cornelius is hugging you, latched onto your chest as Blue eyes sits by your side, protective of both you and his baby brother.

- Caesar settles himself beside you, a hand running through your hair as you sleep off all the pain and adrenaline that you've suffered through.

- Gets even more protective than thought possible, if you thought it was overkill before that Caesar wouldn't let you be alone without any other ape present, he himself personally will follow you around like a shadow now, to the best of his abilities.

Noa:

- Noa goes to you first, swooping you up into his arms to make sure you're still alive, cradling you against him as he bares his sharp teeth at the human.

- Noa doesn't like killing in general, hes never agreed with taking a life unless necessary. but he considers it when he hears you whimper from the pain, eyes scrunched shut as you bury your face into his chest.

- Anaya and Soona have the the human pinned down, squirming against their hold but it's to no avail, there is no way for them to escape their grasp.

- He has to make a decision on what to do, and eventually calls for Anaya to come and grab you and take you back to the clan, it takes everything in him to let you go, ignoring that you keep whining for him to not leave. But he has to, so Anaya carries you as fast as he can back to the clearing where the horses are, trying to comfort you and crack jokes as best as he can.

- He nods at Soona to let him take over, now looming over the man who put his disgusting hands on you and the growl that escapes him is spine chilling.

- Soona won't tell you what Noa did, nor will He himself. Your questions go unanswered and you realize it's not worth it. Do you really need to know? Noa handled it, he saved you, that's good enough.

- Takes care of you himself, fetching you whatever you want without any hesitation, his duties on hold temporarily until he's seen improvement. Humans are just, so fragile and he's terrified that your injuries will cause permanent issues.

- Noa lets you cling onto him as much as you want, usually one to tease you about you being so physical with him but after the scare you both had, he's the one who wraps himself around you, tucking you into himself so tightly as if to protect you from any threat once so ever.

- Never let's you out of his sight, and while he may not hate humans as a whole, he definitely doesn't the thought of more being out there, you're the only good one, and he has to protect you at any cost.

Koba:

- Koba is immediately killing the human, there is no other way he's gonna go about it.

- Despite what the Bonobo may feel about you, no matter how much he said he'd let you rot and die because the only good human there is a dead one, you're apart of the colony.

-He justifies the overwhelming pit in his stomach from worrying about what Caesar would go through if you were killed, no it isn't due to him secretly enjoying the affection you still bestow him, no, he doesn't care.

- The reality that the other human is dead, covered in warm sticky blood doesn't set in until he turns to make his way to where you lay eerily still on the forest floor.

- He hears other apes coming towards you both, he can hear his heartbeat in his ears and he hears screeching.

- It's coming from himself, his chest rapidly rising up and down as he panics.

- For the first time, Koba is afraid to touch you, scared that if he does, there will be no pulse, and he's yelling for Caesar to do something, his hands moving to painfully grab at his own fur, almost tearing clumps out.

- Koba won't carry you back to the colony, but Luca does. The gorilla trying his best to ignore the tweaking Bonobo following him.

- Doesn't visit you while you're recovering, ignoring everyone's attempts to convince him to, the fear he felt when he thought you were gone was too much, unexpected emotions filling his mind.

- Old man is stressed the fuck out over you, save him.

Proximus:

- You're off with Sylva on am excursion, permitted by Proximus. It's a common occurrence at this point, so there isn't any cause for alarm.

- The Silverback has to leave you just for a moment, and that's when you get attacked, and he feels his heart drop.

- Has to make a choice to either hunt down the human who attacked you, or bring you back to Proximus and have medical treatment.

- He scoops you up as carefully as he can, taking you home, dreading what the leader will say when he sees that Sylva had failed ro protect you.

- When Proximus sees you knocked out, blood pooling at your temple, he fucking loses it.

- Snarling and snapping orders for apes to come and help you now, his fur standing on end, his eyes feral as he looks down at you on your cot, growling.

- Sends a search party out for the human that attacked you, he doesn't care how long it takes, he's gonna exhaust every ape if he has to.

- He himself doesn't leave your side, fingers busy with brushing your hair from your forehead, only moving when another ape who's in charge of treating you comes by.

- When whoever attacked you gets inevitably caught, he doesn't get his own hands dirty though. He's not above it, but gives you the choice in killing the person, or Sylva himself doing it.

- He won't judge you on either one you choose, but he does force you to watch. He's kinda fucked up for that but it proves to everyone just how important you are to him, so no one ever thinks they can get away with bringing you harm again.

[timetravellibrarian]

Luffy x Reader

First time posting my writing and here it is.

Luffy x femreader

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What is a Captain without his Quartermaster?

No one ever knew the answer to that.

Where ever Luffy went, you were surely around.  Same was vice versa.

But the only thing that left many bamboozled about how two opposites could be such great friends.

The both of you had met at Shell's Town. You had been attending to a headache and took a sip of some juice at a bar when the sound of yelling had  irritated you.

Turning to find the resident Draco Malfoy yelling at some lanky boy around your age with a strawhat on you groaned.

Helmeppo pointed an accusatory finger at the teen and was just about to order the marines beside him to arrest the guy before you intervened. Annoyed, tired and in need of a good night's rest.

"Could the both of gentlemen take the fight outside, this place just got it's repairs done, we don't need hooligans messing it up."

The blond man turned to give you a piece of mind but his words stopped in their track when he came face to face with the look you gave him. He backed down immediately, the fight within him already taken out.

He turned to the lanky boy again. "You're lucky I'm taking mercy on you  boy! My father would have had you beheaded in an instant."  

You rolled her eyes at the statement and took a gulp of her juice and asking for a refill. "Thank you, Y/n."The girl nodded at the woman,

"No problem ma'am."

She could hear a pinkette speak in awe of her being able to shush the whiny man. Her cheeks felt warm at the compliment but she remained serious.

Her eyes caught sight of the lanky boy staring deeply at her. She stared back unwaveringly.

"What's your deal , Strawhat?"

He merely smiled at her before calling the pinkette to follow him to free some pirate hunter.

Later in the day she saw a crowd of people at the harbour, she moved through the crowd, a bag of her belongings in hand. She was going to sail off to another island later on.

Reaching the main focus of the crowd she saw the same boy, this time a tall green-haired man beside him. They were settling into their boat but the strawhatted boy yelled about needing to find someone first.

Once he turned to meet your eyes his eyes widened before he ran to you.

"Hey, lady. I need you on my crew!"

You merely stared at him in shock. He barely knew you and he was already dragging you towards the boat even with your protests.

"My name's Monkey D. Luffy. I'm gonna be King of the Pirates!" He declared as you sailed along with him with the man you came to know as Roronoa Zoro.

"The name's Y/n."

And thats when an unexpected friendship occured.

Where Luffy was childish and playful, you were responsible and careful. Not to say you didn't have fun. You were just more level headed.

Luffy dragged you everywhere with him. Whether you wanted to or not.

Dangerous island? Let's go!

A raging sea King was attacking, Luffy , You  and Zoro would make quick work of it.

The both of you loved food. Sometimes the most shocking times would be when Luffy would give you some of the meat off his plate if he saw your food wasn't enough. Much to everyone's shock.

The permanent scowl or resting face of yours wouldnt be shown in the slightest when your captain was around. Just as when you give him advice on something he listens. Which shocked Trafalgar Law when he had given up on trying to make another well detailed  plan. Soon anyone who worked alongside him knew to have you around if they needed him to properly listen. Without even a smack to the face to make him focus.

He wouldn't admit it but he would immediately wrap a rubbery arm around you when someone tried to flirt. Man nearly fought Sanji when he kissed your hand.

He knew you could hold your own in a fight, in fact you wiped the floor with anyone you fought, but he still watched out for anything.

If he wasn't nearby he'd give either Zoro or Sanji a nod. A silent order to make sure you came back to the ship alive. Unscathed was more preferred but he wasn't one to control your actions.

Whenever you let out your monsterous power, enough to cause fear in the highest ranking navy officials and pirates, he'd have his eyes on your every move, adoring even the crazed smile you'd have on your face. Bro would be cheering like a soccer mom.

When questioned by Robin and Nami about what he felt about you it was as though he were talking about the One Piece.

He didn't know he was in love with you. He just saw it as being overprotective and caring towards his friend.

When he finally understood what romance and love was when Rayleigh explained to him he merely shrugged and thought about Y/n before he realised he was in fact in love. More like he loved you for a long time. Much to Boa's dismay. But she understood when she had met you.

The most angry they had seen Luffy was whenever he found out someone had hurt you. If someone even made you cry that was when he reigned down all hell on that person.

His favourite thing to do was to take a nap beside you when he felt tired, which rarely happens. Robin would chuckle at the sight of her captain snuggled close to your side when all of you ladies relaxed on the deck of the Thousand Sunny. He looked so much at peace.

Sometimes he'd even run up to you unexpectedly, kiss you on the cheek/ forehead or even on the lips and run back to join Ussop while he's fishing.

Sanji was going through the five stages of grief at how single he felt when Luffy stood beside you, holding onto your hand.

Your first kiss together was a mess, the both of you nervous, cheeks overheating and eyes not leaving each other.

It took for someone to accidentally bump into Luffy that led to a proper kiss. ( That someone was Robin)

On some nights you'd cuddle and he'd recall his childhood with Ace and Sabo. His tears coming down slowly only to flow like a river when you cradled him in your arms against your beating heart.

You were there to remind him to takecare of himself. Not just eat a whole restaurant but to also care about his mental and emotional health.

At the end of the day, everyone all had Luffy to count on and Luffy  had learnt to count on you too.

You, Zoro and Luffy were a deadly team whenever you fought by each other's side.

The Captain, the Quartermaster and the First Mate.

The heavenly trio

[cookybananas]

Into You - Unburnt!Darth Vader x Reader

authors note: y'all can't stop me from writing unburnt/vader fics

summary: your husband, Lord Vader, is awfully cold towards you. Until one day, he begins to open up to you

"Let me into your heart..." You begged to your husband, whose backside faced you. His large frame faced the large window to your shared bedroom. "Can't you see my devotion to you? How much I-"

"Silence!" Vader barked, already growing annoyed at your words. You quickly shut yourself up, furrowing your eyebrows in frustration at him now. It had been 6 months since you had wed the Emperor's right hand man. From the start of the marriage, you had been nothing but a loyal wife who cared for him, despite him not showing his feelings for you in return.

As a former princess, your parents had stressed that you needed to learn how to be the ideal wife for your future husband ever since you were young. They had enrolled you into sewing classes and medical classes, believing that these traits would serve you well. Your mother had taught you to cook as well. She had always said that the fastest way to a man's heart was his stomach, and that meant that you had a cook a feast fit for king, and in this case, it was your husband, Lord Vader.

The efforts you had went through to show Vader your faithfulness to him were tiresome. At first, you had convinced yourself he just didn't know how to express his feelings towards you, but you were delusional. You now beginning to think he simply wasn't interested in you, but you wouldn't give up on him, and you didn't know why.

Even if you felt lonely, you knew the purpose of your marriage was to serve the Sith Lord, and only him. At times, you find had yourself missing your parents, your people, and being on a physical planet. You hated living on the Death Star, the grey interior sucked the life out of you. It didn't help that you could only stare into the dark and vast universe that had surrounded you.

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Vader had sensed that you had been feeling distressed and had offered you a getaway in one of the luxurious penthouses on Coruscant, to which you happily took him on that offer, hoping that he would also join you the duration you were there. Unfortunately, he would only be there for a few days before the Emperor had requested his presence in the outer rim territories.

On the second night of your luxurious stay at the large penthouse, you began to do one of the many activities that helped you ease your mind: cooking. The two guards whom you had gave the task to retrieve your groceries had returned. Vader had entrusted them to look after you while he was gone for the time being.

After putting the groceries in their rightful place, you began prepping the ingredients for some bivoli tempari with a side of calamari chowder. Cooking was an escape for you; you didn't have to worry about anyone or anything else as you let your mind and hands wander, it felt like second nature to you.

The oven beeps, telling you that the bivoli tempari had finished baking. You finished setting the utensils on the table for you and the two guards, you thought that they could accompany you and that they would probably enjoy this meal better than the cafeteria food on the Death Star. They were a bit hesitant at first, perhaps worried that Darth Vader could walk in at any given moment, knowing that he wouldn't like the idea of his guards getting close to his wife.

To your surprise, the two guards were very easy to talk to. You discovered that their names were Knox and Adam, both very simple men who had the goal to fulfill their duty and were passionate about the Empire. You began to feel at ease, feeling more comfortable in the penthouse after having dinner with the two soldiers.

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On the fifth day of your stay, Vader had surprised you by showing up two days earlier than his expected date. The doors to the elevator revealed a Vader in critical condition, you rush over to him, dragging him into the living room to patch him up. This wasn't the first time you had to patch him up. There were times your husband would come into your chambers injured after a mission. Other times he would wake you up to help him put on a batch patch on his back, but this time, he needed more than that. What felt natural to you, you began strip him of his black clad armor to get to the wounds.

"The...The helmet." He said weakly, his modulated breathing was hitched. Your eyes widen at his request, you had never seen him without his helmet before. Your hands were shaky as they slowly made their way to undoing the outer shell of the helmet, lifting it up from the neck gaiter.

"Maker..." You whispered under your breath, eyes widening at how gorgeous the man that sat in front of you was. His yellow colored eyes met your e/c orbs. His sandy curls were damp from the sweat he accumulated during combat. Your husband's hitched breathing brought you back to reality as you began to analyze his body from injuries.

He had a large gash on his left shoulder and ribs. You run into the kitchen to retrieve your medical box, now opening it on the table you began to work on him right away.

The atmosphere between the both of you was silent, but tense. Not a single word was muttered, other than Vader's occasional hisses of pain when you applied some bacta ointment on his wounds. An hour had passed while you had patched your husband up, without thinking, your e/c orbs met his as you cup his cheek with your hand.

"I'll make some soup to make you feel better hun." You kissed his forehead before walking back into the kitchen. It was in your nature to be nuturing, it was perhaps one of your best attributes that many people loved about you. For Vader, he hated it. He hated how caring you were, despite all the things he had put you through, you were forgiving and still cared for him. He felt he didn't deserve the woman like you.

Vader remained on the couch, his hands in his head, still stunned at what you did. It was the first time you had touched him, the first time you kissed him in way that made the butterflies in his stomach flutter.

A feminine hum shook him out of his thoughts, when he turned around, he was met with your backside torwards him. You were swaying your hips, as you hummed along to one of your favorite artists, Kuma Marden.

Vader couldn’t help but stare in awe, the corner of his mouth twitching into a small smile at you immersed into the music as you cooked. He didn't know what overcame him, but he knew he couldn't just sit there helplessly as you cooked.

“Allow me to help you my dear.” Your eye slightly widen at his suggestion, before you quickly nodded at him. Vader raises his hand toward the cupboards where the silverware and plates were. Using the force, Vader motioned the now, floating utensils and plates into the direction of the dinner table. You chuckled at Vader’s helpfulness as he carefully set the table with the use of the force.

“Take a seat darling, dinner is almost ready.” Your soft, yet gentle voice rung through his ears. With a screech from the chair, Vader plopped himself down in the chair that was head of the table. You made your way over to him, holding bowl containing some sort of stew that was steaming hot. Vader’s stomach rumbled at the sight of the bowl in front of him. It had been years since he had last seen something this appetizing.

With his hunger gnawing at him, Vader dug into the hearty stew. Glancing over at your husband, you couldn’t help but smile at his hastiness, before returning your focus on layering some jogan fruit on the purple-filled tart. The sound of the spoon hitting the table had made you nervous. “What’s wrong? Do you not like it dear?” You stopped in your tracks, whipping your head where your husband sat, growing nervous at his response.

"This is...This is very delicious my dear." He uttered out before digging back in. You let out a sigh of relief, smiling to yourself, content that you were able to satisfy your husband. What you didn't know, memories had began flooding into Vader's mind. The stew you had made had a familiar taste, if not the exact same taste of a soup his mother had made for him when he was a youngling.

"Well, make sure you leave some room for dessert then honey." You reply, slicing a piece of the jogan tart and plating for him. You place the plate in front of him. Realizing your husband was still shirtless, you go fetch one of his black robes that hung in the closet in the bedroom.

You had just missed the look on his face. Vader loved jogan fruit, and for it to be in tart form? Even better. He began scarfing down the dessert the moment you had turned your back.

Returning to the dining room, you see Vader washing away the plates he had just finished eating off from. Noticing you out the corner of his eye, he turned off the sink, wiping his hands dry on one of kitchen towels. You make your way over to him, helping him put on his black robe. He turns around to face you, allowing you to tie his robe altogether.

Sensing his gaze on you, you look up to him and give him a small smile before walking away to finish cleaning up, not giving him the chance to thank you for the dinner. Vader stood there, slightly hurt at your action.

The both you spent your evening winding down separately from each other. He could swear you were force sensitive or something, especially whenever he walked into a room you were in, you were quick to pardon yourself into a different room. He was getting just a tad bit annoyed, was he really that awful to stare at? Was he really that intimidating for you to be around?

He had found you in bed, sitting against the headboard, reading away at one of your books. Vader removes his robe and throws it on the vanity chair, leaving himself shirtless. Still immersed in your book, you feel the bed dip next to you, as your husband lets out a sigh of content after getting into a comfortable position.

For once, you sensed that your husband was finally opening up to you. Never did you ever see his face before going to bed or waking up. He had always made sure you didn't catch a glimpse of his actual face, maybe he was afraid of what your reaction would be.

You could feel his eyes burning through your skull. Beginning to feel uncomfortable under his gaze, you decided to speak up.

"How was your day hun?" Attempting to ease the awkwardness that had formed between the both of you. He didn’t respond, but you felt him grab your right hand that had been resting on your side. He began tracing your palm of your hand with his metal pointer finger, making you look over at him.

Now that he had your attention, your eyes lock on each other, your breath hitches at his intense yellow eyes.

"Sometimes I don't appreciate you enough my darling." He whispered to you. You were taken aback at his words, never did he speak such words to you, or just speak to you in general.

"Those rebels really got you messed up today don't they?" You poke at him, recalling that his physical state a couple of hours ago. Vader chuckled at your words.

"You could think that...But I mean it, really." His sincerity showing through.

You shut your book and place on the nightstand, unsure what to say to him. You couldn't run away from him this time.

"Perhaps you should get some rest." You suggest, wanting to avoid where the conversation was leading to. Turning off the lamp, you lay down on your side, your back facing him now.

Vader was starting to grow upset at your dismissive behavior, but he knew why you were acting this way. He had realize how cold he had been to you since the start of your arranged relationship. He never wanted this, but of course the Emperor had forced this upon him. He knew one day you would be collateral damage if something were to go wrong.

The past few months, Vader had been dealing with some inner turmoil. Conflicted with the idea of falling in love, the idea of falling in love with you. But now, he was desperate for your attention, deprived of it. Without thinking, Vader moved closer to you, wrapping his arms around your waist.

At first, he could feel how tense you were, but you soon relaxed in the comfort of his large, strong arms. Your heart was beating fast against your ribcage. Vader was never physical with you, but you couldn't help but enjoy this very moment. Everything you had wanted to him to do, you were given it tonight. You knew it would take time for him to come around. Realizing your actions may have been hurtful to him, you turn around and face him.

“Perhaps I was too little rude to you.” You whisper to him. Your hand cupping his cheek.

“You don’t need to apologize for anything.” He cupped your cheek, his thumb gentle grazing the bottom of your lip. “May I?”

“Y-you may.” You breathlessly let out. His lips finding its way to yours.

His lips were soft against your plush lips. You pull away from him, trying to process what had happened. You rest your forehead on his, trying to catch your breath.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting you to do that.” You murmur, now resting your head on his chest, your arms snaking around his torso, tightly embracing him.

Vader couldn’t help smile to himself at your words. As you began to slip into your slumber, he couldn’t help but comb his fingers through your hair before dozing off himself. Perhaps he should keep you around longer.

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authors note: thanks for reading yall!! xx

[rollinouttahere-writes]

May I request A B I K L with Luffy?

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

I really hope that you aren't touch averse, because your personal space is also his now. Luffy is in a constant state of touching you in one way or another. He's always holding your hand, hugging you, hanging off of you, poking and prodding at you for attention, or carrying/dragging you around depending on your height. Luffy is the clingiest man you'll ever meet, and he's strong enough to make sure that you can't escape it.

He also likes doing stuff with you. His favorite part about going to a new island is bouncing around to all of the local food spots to try them with you. He lives for adventure and wants to experience those with you by his side.

Luffy goes hard with everything he does, and that applies to his love for you. While he is far from a romantic, everyone can tell that you're together in one way or another from watching how Luffy interacts with you. His love is intense and suffocating, and most of all, inescapable.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Luffy is the last person to care about making a mess. If he gets bloodied from beating a rival or threat to a pulp, so be it. He won't even notice until you're cringing away from him and begging for him to bathe first. He's the kind of person that will stop at nothing to protect the people he cares about, and of course that applies to you. You're never going to have to be afraid of anything or anyone besides him with Luffy around.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

Another one of those fly-by-the-seat-of-his-pants kind of a guy. He has his ultimate goal of being the pirate king and wants to celebrate that with you by his side, and likewise wants to be with you whenever you achieve your own goals, but outside of that he's just going to see where life takes the two of you. As long as you're with him, and have ideally fully accepted him and his love, he doesn't really care that much what happens.

He's a lot like Ace in the sense that marriage straight up never crosses his mind. He thinks it's kind of dumb and pointless. It's not like he's going to up and throw away his darling one day just because of the absence of a marriage certificate, so what's the point? He's the pirate king, and you're his pirate queen/king/royalty figure of sorts. Isn't that good enough?

I can see him wanting to have a family one day with his darling, but that would be really far down the line. He wouldn't even start thinking about it until he's in his thirties at least. And well, I hope you also want children because once his mind is set, that's it. It's going to happen.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

A lot of people mistake you two for being just friends with the way he acts. He's so carefree and goofy with you. It isn't that much different from how he acts around his nakama, just more excessive and he kisses you sometimes. He's very openly affectionate (see A for more detail on that) and isn't one to shy away from PDA.

If you're acting up and "being difficult", Luffy is prone to just ignoring it while keeping an iron-clad grip on you in hopes that you'll wear yourself out and drop it.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

Luffy is never actively looking for love, so any relationship that does happen will be something of a slow burn friends to lovers type situation. More likely than not, you will be a part of his crew well before he starts to catch feelings for you. The love progresses so slowly and naturally, that when paired with his tendency to already go to the extreme for the people in his life, his darling might not catch on to the fact that he's even yandere for them.

Your relationship doesn't even get a label until someone else points it out, and by that point you're going to already be blinded by his friendly demeanor and probably have no objection to it.

[smilesatdawnmain]

ETERNAL LMK AU (Part 6) (Interactive Story)

Time for some answers

The rules are simple.: I will give the written passage, and then at the bottom there will be a vote on how the characters act next!

Story: Eternal Au

Ships: Shadow Peach

Digging his heels into the dirt to try and slow his speed, realizing the farther Wukong went so did he, Macaque called back angrily to the collectors,

“What is going on? What isn't good??" he demanded.

The collectors cringed, glancing at each other. Rushing to keep pace with Macaque, wearily eyeing the sky in case somehow Wukong did spot them, they nervously smiled. Normally they would never fear, but that golden vision of his- it was rumored to even view the dead if he was looking close enough.

One of the collectors, a stout figure with a chipped jaw and a nervous twitch, cleared his throat. “You see,” he started, his voice wobbly, “That connection you’re feeling? And uh, seeing? It’s… complicated.” He shuffled back a step as Macaque glared, spitting out words like venom.

“Complicated? Explain! I don’t have time for riddles while that fool flies off with me!”

The second collector, a more slender figure, leaned in closer. “It’s the bond,” he whispered, as if saying it too loudly might make his presence known to the flying King above. “Remember before how we said souls can get held up from moving on? One being, their soul is stuck or trapped like yours was?"

“Okay?” he grumbled, slipping his hand just a tad through the ropes these collectors insisted on keeping to hold onto him. Shifting between them he grasped the golden string around him. As much as he tugged and wiggled, it wouldn't loosen. It felt hot to the touch.

It felt like Wukong- his very essence and power.

It gave a strange sense of both comfort and discomfort considering Macaque’s own emotions were torn by the man.

The burly collector continues, "There are other reasons that can stop a soul from moving on. The other two are they have some lingering connection to this world that is preventing them from leaving. Or... a living connection is tethering them down. Honestly, it could be both cases for this one." the two nodded knowingly to each other.

"What does that mean?!" Macaque snapped, standing to try and pull and remove this rope from him, only to gag as it dragged him further rightward to follow after Wukong.

The Collectors followed, “Soulmates,” they summarized.

Macaque blinked, confusion flashing across his features before morphing instantly into indignation. “Soulmates? Are you out of your minds? Wukong and I?” He spat the name like it was poison. Such a thing would once thrill him. Perhaps even now it… still kind of did.

A soulmate was something rumored in the demon community. The thought of something so pure and wonderful was a dream he himself had when he was just a cub. But now, tainted by blood and betrayal, the very idea sent a shiver of revulsion coursing through him. It was horrible. It was impossible!

Something so sacred couldn’t possibly be. A soulmate came once. Not just in a lifetime. As the name implied, it was the one intended for your very soul. To find this person took more then luck.

Wukong was his soulmate??

Wukong was… his?

And he didn’t want you.

The thought made him seethe to avoid the pain that followed, “If that fool is my soulmate, then I’d rather be bound to the netherworld!” With every protest, the golden thread seemed to pulse brighter, almost as if responding to his anger. The more he wrestled against the bonds, both physical and ethereal, the stronger the connection felt. It tingled through him—a sensation that flickered between distaste and a kind of reluctant warmth. Ignoring it was becoming increasingly difficult.

"Well this doesn't often happen with mortals but well uh- demons are a little different." the smaller collector admits weakly, "Certainly makes our job harder, let me tell you. As a demon you live a long time, thus the connections you make are always stronger. Sometimes the magic of demons and their soul mates even mix together making a literal tether-" they gestured to the rope.

Macaque slowly looked down, his eyes flarring. NO.

No no no.

“What does this mean for me? Is there any way to remove this?" he couldn’t be Wukong’s soulmate. He couldn’t continue to be forever tied to that King- that jerk. The man who cared so little for him he would choose everyone else over him!

One of them shrugged, nonchalant to Macaque’s despair, "Soulmates are tricky? Honestly, maybe not until he moves on."

"Moves on??" Macaque repeated. "That doesn't- eleborate!" he barked, kicking his feet.

They held up their hands, "Chill! Chill man." they sigh. "Regrets, lingering desires, many of these things some people can let go once they come to terms with their death. A trip you never got to take, a hobby you never got around to trying- simple things that could easily be put aside. Love and soulmates, that is where it gets tricky. People could mourn all their life and never truly move on or let go of those they have lost. A person soul knows who they are destined to be with, and tend to have an issue with letting go."

Macaque's mouth felt dry. "What does that mean for me?" his mind was reeling, "Are you saying that until Wukong "lets me go" or whatever bullshit like that, I can't move on?"

The two stepped back out of Macaque's range when he tried to swipe at them, "Basically?" they offered sheepish smiles. "Same could be said for you. Sometimes those who are dead can't let go of the living people they are leaving behind.”

Macaque felt his face heat, quickly barking, “I have no issues letting that man go!”

They blinked once, then at each other, not believing him for a moment. “Rightttt.” they trail off. “Either way, usually this problem can be solves by the person eventually moving on, or... the person keeping the tether dies."

They all glanced at the very much immortal Monkey King. Macaque's eye brow twitched. He rushed over to Wukong, yelling, "Move on from me you son of a-!!”

The diyu collectors covered their ears as Macaque let out a long set of slurs.

"I wait and wait and wait- and you never had any problem letting me go before! Ditching me for years- and NOW suddenly you got an attachement issue?!"

He held onto the string attached to his waist, feeling it pull him in different directions like a puppet on a string. Peng had always made fun of him, asking if there was anything Wukong could do to break his grip over him. Well, murder sure felt like it should have done the trick!

So how was he possibly still tied to him??

….he knew how…. But he would rather not say.

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Kingslayer | Thorin Oakenshield x gn!reader

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↳ ❝ Thorin

21 "I have spent a lifetime alone... and now I know I'll never be alone again"

36 "It's where I come from"

37 "You can take a lot of things from a man" ❞

: ̗̀➛ When Gandalf hires a sellsword, Thorin takes a liking to them a little bit much.

: ̗̀➛ mentions of murder

: ̗̀➛ @vampiboi

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You were used to being alone. All your life it was all you had ever known; a cold bed, a quiet room, an empty chair opposite your own. All you had ever known was the cold hand of being alone, and it had become something you had grown numb to; you didn't take any notice of it anymore, as if the chill had become naturalised within your system.

You never knew what it was like to have somebody there with you; you never knew what it was like to be loved and to feel the warmth of home. Home was just some distant rumble amongst the clouds that you didn't understand; you laid your boots wherever you stayed for the night, and never stayed for long either.

Your talents as a tracker and a scout became useful to many, and when you met Gandalf, you were suspicious at first; with his thick grey eyebrows and the brim of his grey pointed hat covering his eyes, you could never be sure what great secrets he kept hidden within his long silver beard.

But money was money, so you agreed to lend him your sword for a while. A skilled fighter, you weren't exactly an uncommon sight amongst other sellswords; but for whatever reason, Gandalf chose you. He hired you for your sword, your tracking abilities, and your scouting skills; you never questioned any more of it, until he handed your contract over to Thorin Oakenshield.

"You're to obey his commands, now," the tall and booming wizard told you. "Thorin will see you are payed fairly."

Money was money. You didn't mind so much. Whatever gold your sword was worth, you weren't one to question who paid for it, or how. You had done many things for some coin in your pocket; slaying orcs, clearing out trolls from caves, destroying goblin nests, slaughtering spiders.

It was all the same to you. Loyalty was not your forte, and Thorin seemed to know that; you were distant from everybody else, and even when the Dwarves were destroying Bilbo Baggins' hobbit hole, you stayed outside. Guarding the door. Just like Gandalf, you were prone to wander and to scout ahead as much as run off to track down something to eat.

But every command Thorin gave you, you executed it without hesitation or question. His money was good, and he was a man of his word. While the others slept, you would stay up, guarding them and watching over them until dawn broke; you didn't have to, but if your employer was to be killed in his sleep, you wouldn't have anyone to pay you.

Gandalf would check in on you on occasion, but whenever he spoke to Thorin about you, he would receive nothing but praise. Thorin had a soft spot, it seemed, and it made the old wizard smile as he nodded along; it was why he had picked you to begin with.

After all he had heard from your previous employers, not only were you perfectly skilled and qualified for the adventure, but you were exactly the type that Thorin liked.

But as the others slept, Thorin couldn't; he knew where you would be, on the edge of the camp that they had made and smoking your pipe, and dragged himself over. Sitting beside you on a rather large rock. He noticed your sword, and the words engraved upon it in your own language; Kingslayer. He raised a brow.

"Kingslayer?"

You nodded. "I killed a king with this sword."

"Why?" Thorin asked, assuming that there must have been a good reason for it.

You shrugged. "He was killing children. Ordering his men to kill them as they slept in their mothers' arms. So I drove my sword through his chest until it came out the other side."

"Were you paid?" He questioned.

You shook your head as you let out a soft laugh. "No. I was paid to kill his second in command. So I did. But when I saw the order... I killed him, too. A bonus, I suppose. Compensation."

"That was noble of you," he said quietly. "Do all sellswords have morals?"

You glared at him for a moment with a raised brow. "No..."

"And what about you?" He asked. "If I offered to pay you, would kill children?"

"I'd have one question," you told him.

"Go on."

"How much?" You asked.

"You can do it yourself, but you don't like it when Kings do?" He asked.

You shook your head, clicking your tongue. "A king who gives the order should be the one to wield the sword."

"And what about me?" Thorin mused. "I give you orders."

"You pay me," you huffed. "I don't give a rat's if you're a king. Money is money."

"And what of loyalty?"

You scoffed. "I'm loyal to the highest bidder. I have no home, no banner, I have no king. I have nowhere, except whoever pays me the most."

"What if I were to buy your services permanently?" He asked. "Would you have a home, a banner, a king, then?"

"You couldn't afford it," you scoffed. "A sellsword is one thing, but a tracker and a scout are another - my rates are higher each day."

"I'm sure I can afford it once I take my home back," Thorin said assuredly. "Your skills are impressive, Kingslayer, you would do well as a guard."

"A guard?" You chuckled. "No one's ever asked me about that before."

"I'm sure no one else has seen how brave you are before," he admitted. "I could give you your own home. You would be your own master."

"But still employed by you," you pointed out.

"Would you consider it?" Thorin questioned.

"If the money was good enough," you agreed. "Thirty gold coins a day."

"I can afford it," he agreed. "Come here."

You stood up as he did, sheathing your sword as you followed him up the small hill, he positioned you in front of himself, and pointed over your shoulder.

"That mountain over there," he started, "it's where I come from. It's my home, and once we reclaim it, you will be my guard. My right hand. You will be in charge of my armies and my affairs. For forty gold coins a day."

You hummed, clenching your jaw at the closeness. There was no doubt that Thorin was beautiful; his dark hair with a spattering of grey here and there when you looked close enough, blue eyes that made sapphires look dull, and his voice... his baritone, thunderous voice.

You cleared your throat as you took a step aside, holding out your hand.

"I will hold you to your word," you warned.

"I'm a king," he chuckled, shaking your hand. "You have not just my word, but my family's honour behind it."

You smiled, still holding onto his hand. "I have spent a lifetime alone... and now I know I'll never be alone again."

Tugging you closer by the hand, Thorin smiled back as he nodded. "You will have me... and I'll forge you a new sword - one of the finest steel and with the sharpest blade. It will cut a dragon's throat."

"Like a black arrow?" You asked.

"Yes," he nodded. "You will shed your Kingslayer title."

You smiled as you laughed softly, shaking your head. "You can take a lot of things from a man - a title earned by action is not one of them."

"Believe me," he whispered, allowing his gaze to drop to your lips. "You won't be the Kingslayer for all time."

[my-owl-baby]

Summer Love

Aemond Targaryen x f!reader

Summary: Aemond is betrothed to you, you didn't want to marry but Aemond targaryen changed your heart making you fall for the prince instead.

Words: 1,671

Warnings: fluff, Aegon being werid asf

You were going to get married in a two week of time, you only found out about it last night. You tired to deny the offer but your father of course agreed to it since it was the Targaryens.

You tired it not let it ruin your mood, sitting outside in the grass as you made a flower crown. Everyone started to pack their things or yours as well, since it was day of departure.

"Lady Y/n, it's time to go" you didn't like to hear those words, but you had no choice to listen or your father would drag you there himself.

You made your way to the carriage, getting inside with your flower crown still in your hands undone. You pick a few sunflowers out the grass before leaving, then you started to finish it.

You father came in sitting infront of you "I'm glad your here, I wouldn't like dragging you there" he laughed, trying to make a joke out of it which didn't work on you.

Of course you were upset since you heard Kingslanding is like pigs dirts there no grass, the weather there is horrible, is all your got your information from the maids in your castle.

You didn't responded to your father which he took the hint and left to ride the horse. It's not that you had anything against the Targaryens, you just wish you got married somewhere better then a heat rage of a place.

But you had to place to complain since they were the rulers of the seven kingdoms. And your house is what caught their eye, not the Lannisters, Starks, Tully, or other houses. Just the L/ns house caught their eye great.

Luckily it only took two days of riding to get to Kingslanding without stop, so you wouldn't be here bored of your mind.

After those two days had pass, mid day you had entered Kingslanding. Alongside with your father who rode the horse outside the carriage.

You sigh, seeing all the people from there, they either dress up nice or poorly. You saw literal shit on the ground "ew" you shook your head closing the blinds until you got there.

The doors open, revealing the dirt floor. You got out looking around the area, it looked sad. Sighing as your father made his way by your side, you had your sunflower crown on your head.

"Take that dirt off you" your father grumbled, taking off the flower crown himself and dropping it on the floor. "You are a lady, not a wild woman" deep down your father wanted best for you, you didn't see it only a old grumpy man trying to suck on the Targaryens asses.

You stayed silent, as you both walk into the castle into the throne room where you shall meet your future husband.

The big doors opened soon your name was heard "The House L/n have arrived along side Leo L/ns and his daughter Y/n L/n" you continued to follow your father. You glance around seeing two boys and a girl along side their mother, and their father at the throne.

"King Viserys, it's an honor" your father bowed, you followed behind. You didn't make eye contact with no one in the room, since they felt intimidating to you.

"I see, your daughter is lovely for my son Aemond" the king said, your father brought you infront of him. So they can see a clear view of you. Two fingers brought your head up, looking up at the queen Alicent, She scan your face looking up and down. She seem pleased "you are truly beautiful" she said a plaster smile form on her face.

You nodding giving her a small smile "thank you my queen" only where she could hear.

"We shall held a dinner, you both must be tired" Viserys said, trying to stand up but couldn't. You almost felt bad for the king but his time was soon to be over. Alicent showed you to your chamber where you would be staying until you're wedd.

"You would be perfect for my son, I just know it" she mumble to you, Alicent had been close to you ever since you arrived to Kingslanding.

She did your hair, dressed you up in the colour green. Your hair is up, close to hers up half of the hair is down. "You look beautiful" she smiled at you, you looked different from yourself she was making you fit in too quickly. She told you about her son Aemond different from what you heard from the maids.

"Y/n...are you maiden" she whispered only for the both of you to hear. You were surprised is she tried to tell you something? You only shook your head 'no' from her answer.

She smiled once more before patting your shoulders "I'm glad" you would've felt judge if you told her you weren't? You were supposed to be a lady, not a whore.

Following queen Alicent to the dining room, "you would love my son, he's a gentleman trust me" she spoke of Aemond as if he was quiet and gentle.

"You would sit next to him, understand?" She looked at you. You gave her a nod understanding her words "you don't speak much do you?" She mumble holding your hand close to hers.

"Sorry...I'm not use to this new step in life" you said lowly not trying to raise your voice, she looked at you closely until she nodded.

You sat next to Aemond, who looked at you non-stop there were times where he'll look away when you caught his eyes on you. During dinner you gotten close with Helaena, you two seem to taken an interest in insects or nature as such. "Have you seen a dragon fly?" She looked at you confused, she glance at Aemond who was also confused in hearing the conversation.

"What's that?" That's when you got embarrassed, she didn't know a dragonfly? Right they live in a desert. You chuckle taking a sip of your wine before explaining to her what the insects was.

"It's a insect that has wings but very big eyes" you passed her a small smile.

"Do they come in different colours?" She asked, you nodded. That where she started to ask you more about them. Alicent notice how her daughter become more comfortable around you, she was pleased with it.

"So, how do you think she'll be in bed?" Aegon asked his younger brother, Aemond didn't pay no attention to his idiot brother.

"Come on, she going to be your to be wife soon" he mumble, drinking his wine. Aemond looked to his side, seeing you smiling and joking around with Helaena, he did not understand the jokes you told but Helaena did somehow.

"She seems odd" he mumble to his older brother, Aegon looked at her then at his brother.

"I would think she beautiful having my children tonight" Aemond glared at his brother shaking his head.

"You will do no such thing" he seer lowly making sure no one heard their conversation.

Aegon just smirked to his brother, "Y/n, I see that you took a liking to my daughter Helaena" Alicent said, getting everyone attention to you. You didn't needed the attention on you but you could tell by the way she looked at you she ment no harm.

"Yes, my queen...she and I have many common things" you said a bit louder then usual since she was across the table from you.

You started to close your hands together tightly, looking down. You could feel your father eyes burning into your skull.

"Thank you for having me" you have a smile to her, she return one as well. You felt cold hand on yours, looking down seeing it was your soon to be husband hand on yours.

You looking up at him, he looked serious wasn't paying no attention to you as he ate his meal. You felt a great comfort in his touch, you wanted to warm his hand so you close yours in between his hand giving them the warmth they deserve.

You grew close to Aemond during the passing days close to your wedding.

Today he didn't have anything to do and decided to find you near the Weirwood tree, where you read your book on learning High valyrian since Aemond said it would be a great way to communicate to each other.

He found you and sat close to you, "Hello lady Y/n" his voice was quiet not trying to scare you but it failed, you stiff and turn to him.

The stiffness left once you realize it was him, "My prince" you bow your head lightly.

"Hows the self teaching going" he asked, both your knees touched, your shoulder touched each other.

"It's okay, I'm still figuring out a couple more" you mumble, the shyness never once left. Of course you and Aemond gotten close but you realize how much his mother was right about him being sweet and caring.

"Interesting, say a couple words for me" he said, waiting for you to say some high valyrian words.

"Um...okay, ābrar¹" you said looking at the prince if you said the word right, in which you did.

"Not bad for a beginner, what else?" He wanted more, to hear your voice. It was music to his ears making you want to speak his language.

You thought of something to say before you said anything "Se ri...riñnykeā ropatas²" you struggle a bit but ended getting the hang of it.

Aemond gave you a around of applause for how much you gone this far learning his birth language.

"Wonderful, my dear wife" he mumble, looking at you with the most kindest smile you seen before. It took you by surprise that he called you his wife, already.

It made you smile, you thank him as the both of you took a walk around the castle with his arm warped around yours.

Maybe marry a Targaryen isn't as had as you thought.

(Translation: women¹ the boy fell²)

[itsthesinbin]

Ooo I have a question, how would Simon feel about the reader (if they’ve been dating IK) after he’s him again? Would he still have feelings for them?

i didnt know if you meant unrelated reader or doe the human reader, but im going w doe bc. im selfish. if u want me to do a non-doe version feel free to resend the prompt and lmk

Simon Petrikov (Adventure Time)

So, say the story still goes the same, despite you existing. Betty and Simon get eaten. Simon and Finn get shoved out of Golb and Betty wishes to keep Simon safe. Golbetty leaves Simon and you on the battlefield. The aftermath.

Once Simon has time to really process and think things through, he is... very conflicted. He loved Betty- still does. But he vaguely remembers your time with him as Ice King. He still remembers you from before he found the crown- way back from book club. He had a small thing for you back then, but it never went anywhere because he was too much of a weenie to act on it.

He's mourning Betty- what happened, what could've been. But he also has you there to help him. You and Betty weren't close by any means, but you three were friends to an extent.

You both cried over relationships lost. Him losing the woman who dedicated her life to him. You losing the man who just wanted someone to see him- love him- as his own person.

Maybe he was selfish- maybe he was just clinging to something recognizable. But he didn't want to lose you. Maybe you wouldn't go back to dating right away, but he thought he'd die if you left him too.

For a long time, you two are stuck in a limbo of feelings. Simon felt bad but he couldn't sleep without you by his side- if he was alone he'd just break down again and again. You were his rock, just as you had been when he was the Ice King. Someone to cling to when the madness- or sadness- took too hard of a grip and tried to drag him further into his own mind.

He craved your affection, but hated himself for it because he felt like he was betraying both of you in different ways. He didn't want to string you along, but couldn't live without you. He felt he was betraying Betty, but Betty was no longer in this realm of existence. Was she even really alive? Would she even know who he is, now that she was bonded to that thing?

He didn't want to be alone again. Not after a thousand years of insanity and crippling loneliness. And neither did you.

You didn't want to lose the only person who had any clue of understanding how you felt. Felt about being trapped in a future that wasn't meant for you. About losing a dear loved one that seemingly no longer existed.

So you both stayed.

[captain-mj]

So the King Koenig (don't have german keys on my keyboard lol)?? With Horangi being his like?? Concubine I'm assuming since you said lover instead of husband?? Elaborate.

I said lover cause I hadn't decided, but let's go with concubine/courtesan <3

König hated peace meetings. Truly, he did. Right now the representative for the other side was rattling on and on, but they had a wandering gaze. It kept listing off to his right side where his lover was.

Horangi.

König looked at him and he couldn't blame the man for gazing. His mask was an elegant black shape with some red accents, covering the bottom half of his face. The hood on his robe had been pulled up to cover the rest of him, the only exception being his eyes. There was a gold collar around his pretty throat and gold bracelets on his wrists to signify that he was owned. Owned by König.

Despite being mostly covered, he was clearly a beautiful man. Beautiful dark eyes with such long eyelashes that fluttered every time he blinked.

"Should he be here?" They said softly, their displeasure clear.

"Why wouldn't he?"

"I don't believe we should bother a concubine with our discussions of politics."

König glanced at him, body tensing like a predator ready to pounce. For a glorious moment, he thought of ripping his jugular out. The man, despite his obvious chagrin, switched back to the topic at hand.

How dreadful. Was the poor man a eunuch? Could he not understand that after hours of this droll talk, he liked having handsome company to spend time with?

His mind started to wander to better things he could be doing. Like dragging Horangi to bed or kissing him or snuggling later.

As the meeting drew to close, the man asked him his thoughts. Only problem was König had tuned him out completely.

"One moment." He purred, trying not to let this guy know that. He tilted his head to Horangi who leaned up.

"Boils down to him getting a chunk of land for farming and you get access to a river we need to travel to the northern countries."

Another thing König loved about Horangi. He made things easy.

"I agree to the deal." König glared at the man. "I'll allow my advisors to talk over where the land is. I have more important matters to attend to." He got up and walked away, tugging Horangi by his hand.

Horangi moved quickly to his side to press into him. His arm went around Horangi's shoulders instead.

"My King, you really should pay more attention to things."

"It's boring." König groaned as he led them to his chambers. "I much prefer to have you do that. It interests you."

"Your advisors dislike your dependency on me. They believe I'm influencing you."

König pulled off his hood, loving the way Horangi's body instinctively relaxed and softened upon seeing his face. "Hong-jin, if you asked me to burn down every country I came across, I'd do it. I'd poison the rivers. Raze crops. Slaughter people." He kissed along his exposed wrists. "For your love, a kingdom seems small."

"I don't want that." Horangi chided. "I much prefer the violence you show in the field to the sadistic acts of a tyrant."

"Remind me to fight with my troops more." König sat back, treating the bed how he would a throne. His legs were open and his back straight. Power radiated off of him. It was all posturing, but it was undeniably effective.

Horangi slipped his robe off, leaving himself in just the jewelry. Besides the collar and bracelets, he did have necklaces and earrings in. Decorated. Along his hips were tattoos intertwined with scars that were made to resemble tiger stripes. His dark hair fell around his ears and spiked up, a mess from being put under a hood all day.

"Would you prefer if I rode you or should I lay down?" Horangi purred.

König swallowed. "Lay down for me."

Horangi slid past him and got on his knees, stretching and putting his ass on display for a moment before twisting and laying on his back.

König undid his belt, slowly sliding it from his loops. It hit the ground with a thud.

Horangi shivered a little and König wondered what he was thinking. The anticipation seemed to get to him as goosebumps broke out among his naked skin.

HIs shirt and pants fell on the ground not too long after. His giant hands ran along Horangi's inner thighs. "Beautiful."

Horangi smiled lazily. "My King, you know I don't like to wait."

"Not waiting. Savoring. There's a difference." He chided but he kissed him.

His legs wrapped around König's core and he rubbed against him, reveling in the skin against skin.

König held his legs open and got the special oil he kept specifically for Horangi. It smelled nice and it held heat easy. His fingers danced along his inner thighs until Horangi whined wordlessly. How could he continue to deny him when he sounded like that?

Carefully, he slid one of his fingers into his warm body. "So tight, Kätzchen. So small."

Horangi moaned and pushed back, desperate for it despite the burn. König put his hand on his lower back so he could feel Horangi roll his hips against him. Before long, he added another finger, loving the little mewls it got from him.

He reached deeper into him, stretching him out and preparing him thoroughly.

"Just put it in already." Horangi ordered, thrashing a little. "Want your cock. I don't need to be coddled."

"Prepped and coddled are very different things."

Horangi hissed at him and clawed at his shoulders. "Come on. Break me open. Don't you want to see me cry from it?"

König groaned. "Such a filthy mouth."

Horangi glowered before grinning viciously. "Fuck me like that representative wanted to. Fuck me like I'll finally shut up."

König flipped him over so his face was in the bed and yanked his hips up. With a smooth motion, he thrust into him, feeling more than hearing the squeak it forced out of Horangi. Despite Horangi's goading, he rocked into him to start, trying to make sure he wouldn't tear him.

The moment he was certain Horangi really could handle it, he pulled out until just the tip was in before shoving himself all the way back in. He grabbed him and forced him to bend further, sliding in as deep as he could.

"Just like that, 애인. Just like that." Horangi moaned sweetly, trying his best to get closer. His hand reached down and pressed at his lower stomach, intensifying the pressure for both of them.

König was a machine in bed. He didn't stop, didn't falter. He pulled all the way out every time, only occasionally stopping to grind into Horangi's prostate to get a few mewls out before going back to his thrusting.

His lips pressed against Horangi's shoulders and back, loving him dearly. His Horangi.

He switched his grip to instead pull him up and to his chest, thrusting up and into him.

Horangi clenched when he was deep inside, trying to please König. Pleasure sparked through him each time he could feel him bare down.

His thrusts sped up as he started to get close. "This what you wanted? Learn your place yet?"

Horangi nodded quickly and pressed further into him. "Just like that. I love you."

"I love you too." König whispered to him, stroking Horangi slowly. Horangi came hard and the fluttering of his tight hole dragged König over the edge. "I love you. I love you so much. My stars. My love. My heart."

Horangi bit into König's arm, tightening his grip as König fucked him through both of their orgasms. His legs had a slight tremble in them when he finally went limp and satisfied.

[luimagines]

Oohhh! The recent anon asks about both music and swimming have given me so many ideas!

For swimming the idea that hylians are denser and weigh more for their body size is super interesting! (If I'm interpreting that correctly) It would be interesting if the others who aren't as familiar with humans are just kinda baffled by how little the reader weighs in comparison to their size. I could totally imagine reader just getting picked up randomly by members of the chain. (Mostly Wild and Twilight mostly I'd imagine but I also see Sky joining in from time to time. That man is a gremlin when he wants to be.) Just full on circle of life Lion King style. Reader is just very done with these antics.

Also wouldn't it be so sad that the boys never got to experience the joy that are musicals. :c Twi would probably be the most chill about music growing up around humans and all. I could imagine someone in the chain coming across reader playing an instrument one day (we're going with violin for now since that's what I personally play) and it's just this beautifully haunting piece. And the Link is just frozen there like, "There must some sort of powerful magic at play with this piece!" But as he stands there not making a sound, holding his breath nothing continues to happen. And with a final flourish reader finishes and finally notices the Link there. I think there would probably need to be quite a bit of explaining on both sides.

Also what if there was a human hero!reader? They we're the one to save Hyrule but were never technically the hero. The proper Link of that era just up and left. Reader doesn't have the hero's spirit and can't even wield the master sword. I think it would be super interesting if they were from a time that was a lot more judgemental of humans so even after saving the country (which most people won't even acknowledge) reader can't have any peace. I also think that would raise an interesting counterpoint to some of the chain's preconceived notions that they have zero say in their quests. They would probably bond with Wind at least a bit though on account of them both not having the hero's spirit!

Hope you don't mind my excessively long ramble. I would have split it into smaller chunks but then I would have forgotten some part of it.

Have a lovely rest of your week and drink some water! <3 \(⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)/

I'm perfectly fine with long rambles! I'm glad to see you're interesting in this dumb au idea XD

Thank you for your patience in regards to me answering this. <3

Now I can't get over the mental image of Link holding up Reader like a child. He'd probably find it hilarious while Reader is two seconds from stabbing him.

In fact, I think Twilight would be the one to embrace music in a casual sense since he wouldn't have had the Hylian cultural ties. He grew up with humans. Music isn't necessarily sacred. Have fun with it! Twilight probably knows how to play the spoons and will drag Reader into jamming with him for the hell of it.

And Reader being the hero on top of the that?! Oh that would mess with their heads a bit.

Wind would probably latch onto that as well. Like, "neither of us were chosen, but that didn't stop us. You're more like me than they are!" And the betrayal a line like that would cause!

Some Link's would take a while to stop being petty.

[axxa-the-allikatt]

Hi, could you write bottom Dom Jing Yuan X Top Caelus? Thank you

Of course! Thanks for the request. Sorry if it's not exactly what you asked for, I realised that you hadn't specifically asked for smut or fluff, so I kinda added both. And it's a bit lengthy too. Hope you don't mind!

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CAUSE AND CONSEQUENCE~

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Caelus X Lover Jing Yuan

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One of the worst things about having a long distance relationship ship, was, as everyone knows, not being able to be in touch with them for long periods of time. And by touch, I mean to include physical too.

Although his job as a general didn't give Jing Yuan enough private time to indulge in his little 'fantasies, he often found himself making up more and more excuses to be alone. And if someone might have accidentally barged in on his 'alone time', they'd see the poor man on the verge of a breakdown, one of his legs thrown on the arm of the couch, his legs spread open as he pushed his fingers as far into his tight, needy hole as he could, shamelessly moaning out Caelus' name over and over again and whimpering about how it wasn't deep enough, about he needed Caelus to rearrange his insides, fuck him senseless, oh god anything, please~

As more and more days went by, what with Caelus and the astral crew held up in penacony, most of the people in Xianzhou began to notice the change in the General's behaviour. He was growing more and more... impatient. It was the first time in a long time the residents of Xianzhou had seen their 'Dozing General' so worked up. And since the relationship between him and Caelus were yet to be made public, the speculations regarding his behaviour were growing wild.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Jing Yuan received a message from his lover, informing him that he would be back in Xianzhou within a day or two. As he had informed, two days later, the Astral express dropped Caelus off at the Xianzhou gates, where his beloved lover was waiting for him, along with a few others who were excited to hear the stories of the penacony's incident. Oh how Jing Yuan want to shoo them off, tell them that he wanted some alone time with his lover. And if the situation was so, he wouldn't have hesitated to drop on his knees, right then and there, and give Caelus a blowjob, because he had been through so much trouble in penacony hadn't he? Wouldn't he be so grateful for his lover, who was so eagerly waiting to help him 'relax?

But Jing Yuan was sure that his lover was as excited for their time together as he was. All his confidence shattered when Caelus merely gave him a lousy hug, as he let himself be dragged away by the others, laughing and narrating something animatedly. Why wasn't he protesting, at least lying that he was too tired and that he'd rather ho home? Didn't he want to spend time with him?

Jing Yuan knew it had been a bad idea getting into a relationship with Caelus so hastily, when he'd only know for a few months. But oh how he loved being in the presence of the trailblazer, so much so that just holding hands would usually make him giddy. Had he met someone in penacony, someone who made his heart race like he did Jing Yuan's?

Just the thought made his blood boil as he slowly made his way back to his home. He would make him realise, he decided, who he really wanted. And even after tonight, if he still wanted to part ways, then Jing Yuan would accept it, not that there was much else he could do. He walked into his room as he slowly planned out all he would be needing to do tonight.

On the other hand, Caelus was trying his best to slip from the grasps of the Xianzhou residents, who seemed to be wanting every little detail of all that had gone down in penacony. He half heartedly narrated something, his heart and body twitching at the thought of going back home tonight, back to his sweet lover.

Finally after a half hour of telling the incidents of penacony, he was finally able to leave, muttering about how hungry he was, although he had eaten like a king on the astral express not an hour ago. Making his way to Jing Yuan's house, he had a skip to his walk. He entered the house, not bothering to knock, as he called out to his lover.

"Jing Yuan? Sweetheart, I'm home!" With a second, Jing Yuan was in front of him, crashing into his arms as the almost toppled over. Caelus let out a laugh as he managed to twirl the man around, pressing a kiss against the top of his head. Jing Yuan hummed as he stayed in his arms for a while longer before he began pulling him to their shared room. "Whoa! Slow down, baby, what's the rush?" He chuckled, but Jing Yuan continued to tug him along, until he was in the room, before he sent Caelus inside, and entered behind him, locking the door behind him.

Caelus took in a breath, enjoying the smell of his lover's favourite cologne. Ahh, he had missed this. He let out a surprised yelp, as Jing Yuan spun him around, then pushed him, right onto the bed. "What's the-ah" his words got stuck in his throat as his lover pushed his back into the bed, pinning his hands above him. "You know." Jing Yuan began, settling on top of Caelus, his knees on either side of his lovers hips, "you've been unnecessarily mean to me ever since you came back." He whispered as he leaned towards his ear, licking the shell.

Caelus felt a shiver run up his spine. What he had done, he had no idea, but whatever was going on now, he loved it. The change in Jing Yuan's tone, which was usually light and hearty, made him want to moan. But he merely gulped, as Jing Yuan pulled a pair of handcuffs, chaining both of Caelus' hands to the bedpost. "You deserve to be punished, don't you?" He asked sweetly. M/n only nodded, still no idea what was going on, but if it meant what he thought it meant, then god he could do this all day.

Caelus watched with heavy breaths as Jing Yuan pulled off his clothes, piece by piece, and then leaving Caelus fully clothed, began to make a show of fingering himself, scissoring his pretty hole, until his untouched cock leaked with pre cum, trailing its way down. Caelus could only let out needy whimpers, whining about how he wasn't being fair, to release the handcuffs so he could touch him, feel him, after so long. God, his pants were feeling too tight.

Jing Yuan smiled at him, as he got on top of him, finally releasing Caelus' cock from its prison, as it sprang up, already leaking with pre cum. "Look at you~" Jing Yuan cooed, "You're leaking untouched. Such a needy little thing aren't we?" He murmured as he leaned down, pressing his lips against Caelus. Really, he was happy that he wasn't the only one who was desperate. It fueled his confidence for what he was about to do next.

Caelus moaned into the kiss, finally happy to get some physical affection, before he yelped into the kiss. Jing Yuan had started riding him, and hadn't hesitated to bottom out first thing. Considering how both of them hadn't done this in a while it only took them a few seconds, before Caelus was whimpering, "Hah~ oh god~ Baby please- ohgodohgodohgod~ Cu- hah ~ pleasepleaseplease let me cum~" But of course. If he wanted it to end that quickly, Jing Yuan wouldn't have even bothered taking the lead. Oh no, this was punishment, Caelus, don't you remember~

Just before his orgasm hit him like a train, he felt Jing Yuan slide off his cock, making him cry out in dismay. "Come on love~ we aren't done yet~" Jing Yuan whispered as he slid a cock ring onto the base of Caelus' now weeping cock. At this point Caelus mind was too mushy, what with him not being able to touch himself or Jing Yuan, and his denied orgasm. The only words that came out of his mouth were repeated please's and oh god's.

Mean while, Jing Yuan was barely keeping it together, really. He was a major pillow princess most of them.. well all of the times they had sex, until today. He knew he wouldn't last as long as he wished he would. So why not make the most of it? He shuffled back slightly so that he could bend down and give a kitten lick to the red tip of Caelus' cock, then another.

Soon again, Caelus was moaning out sinful profanities, crying and begging his beloved lover to uncuff him, to please please let him touch him, please.

Jing Yuan moaned, as his cock now hit the back of his throat over and over again, making him gag. Then, finally, he couldn't help it as his hand made its way to his own cock, which was close to untouched, as he began jerking off, his hands and mouth moving in unison, until his milky white cum sprayed all over his chest and Caelus' thighs, at the same time as his lover had a dry orgasm, as he pulled back from Caelus.

He was met with the sight of his lover, his eyes watery, his lips swollen from biting on them too hard, his back arched so beautifully at yet another denied release. Jing Yuan's breath caught in his throat as lightly traced the trailblazer's smooth abs. "One more round and we'll call it even, okay sweetheart?" He asked gently wiping his lovers tears, who merely whimpered in response.

Jing Yuan pulled off the ring on his cock as his slid himself onto it, this time slowly, as he worked his way up a gentle rhythm. After what felt like forever, but was only just a minute or two, Caelus felt the familiar knot in his stomach, for the third time this night, as he released his seed, deep inside Jing Yuan, who immediately followed with an orgasm of his own.

Exhausted, yet content, Jing Yuan bounced up and down a few more times, to ride out their orgasms, as the flopped on the bed beside Caelus, cum dripping out and down his creamy thighs, as he leaned over to uncuff him, rubbing his wrists gently after he did. Caelus brought his hands down, whimpering as he did, finally feeling the blood flow into his arms.

"Sorry." Jing Yuan whispered, nuzzling his face into Caelus' neck. "Sweetheart, I'm the one who's supposed to apologise." Caelus answered, kissing the top of his lovers head.

"Although.. I still don't know what you were mad at me for."

This was when Jing Yuan realised that Caelus wasn't trying to distance himself from him, let alone cheat.

The general had been for so without him that he let himself think the weirdest of things, when the reason for his behaviour was the same reason he had fallen for him. The trailblazer was just oblivious and stupid. He was his oblivious and stupid boy.

Anyways, as I was saying, this was one of the cause and consequence of the hardships of long distance relationships.

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Sorry if this seems rushed. I have exams going on in college, but I also didn’t want to post this too late, cuz I lose motivation quickly.

Hope you enjoyed it.

Reblogs appreciated~ Todaloo~

[the-whispers-of-death]

Any of your ocs or COD character with a drag queen!reader

(In the sense that reader identifies as a man but is a drag queen)

I couldn't choose which character I wanted to do, so I did the entire 141 (Stone included).

Price goes to every single one of your drag shows and is a known regular at these shows. He will not mind if you and your drag queen friends want to come back to the house, in full drag queen makeup and clothes still, he'll happily host your friends. He's a supportive king, knowing each of your friends' names.

Ghost doesn't understand drag, not in the slightest, but he's still a supportive king as always. He practices referring to you by your drag queen name in the mirror, so he doesn't make the mistake of referring to you by your regular name in front of the other drag queens when he comes to your shows. He loves tipping your drag queen friends (because they slay each and every time) and he's a heavy tipper. He once got asked if he'd ever do drag and he said, "I wouldn't count it out, as long as I can still wear my skull mask."

Gaz loves drag and drag queens. I imagine you met this man at a drag show and I'm going to say he was also a drag queen. It's a way for him to escape the harsh reality of being a soldier, a way to relax and have fun without worrying about missions. You two do each other's make up, as nice little bonding experience. Sometimes, when he comes home unexpectedly from a deployment, he'll sit in the back of the audience in a drag show you're in and you always know he's there because he cheers the loudest for you afterwards.

Soap was definitely new to drag shows and drag queens when he first met you, but you know he'd totally get into it after a few dates of being with you. You help him with his drag queen persona and help him find out what he wants to do at drag shows to entertain the crowds. It's a great way to spend time together, but he definitely just goes to drag shows simply to support you sometimes. He's a heavy tipper like Ghost and I'm a firm believer at that.

Stone is the more reluctant out of the 141 to go to a drag show, not because he's judgmental, but because he's paranoid. Drag shows tend to draw a lot of crowd and that's a shit ton of people to be paranoid about. He does eventually go, simply because it'll make you so happy. He does sometimes scare the other patrons, because he's so tall and stoic. I can totally see you being able to convince him to also do drag, I mean he already wears dresses, he might as well take up drag as well. It's a great way for him to be more confident about his old battle scars.