#so sorry if this is unreadable !!! im saying things silly

[the-toybox-general]

WELL HELLO [update!]

It's been more than a while ! ! ! life hit me over the head with a very large bat and it's taking me a while to recover my silly little mental health, but I'm finally . here and doing stuff again.... ok !!! I usually don't speak in depth on these things, some things are a bit too dark to say so so publicly and we need not dreadful spirits upon mine blog... on better note... ITS PAPER MARIO DAY!!!!!!!! HAPPY TTYD DAY EVERYONE!!! I hope all that wished to have gotten TTYD and those who wish to will in the future... I'm so very very thrilled and I'm sure this will awaken something in me.

I will begin posting once more!!! and I'm thinking about opening chibi commissions ( 35$ USD ) would you... be interested... <3 I know it's a price increase from the last time I opened them but my style has improved! and my chibis have gotten bigger and better! I will post a poll here... would you be interested in my wares...

Tysm in advance!! I will be posting mario ocs soon... I made a new reference of Emico months ago now... Whos Emico, Chess? You Will Know...!

[shokosmokes]

﹒◌﹒hockey au﹒✧﹒

hi! so this is super self indulgent based on this post i made hehe n im super excited to write this, i hope u enjoy (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) .ᐟ.ᐟ

this is probably gonna be super lengthy so this is just part one lol

copy-pasted from my notes app so sorry if there’s any errors

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megumi x reader x yuji love triangle

tooth rotten fluff with a bit of angst

The music is loud—too loud for your taste—but you don’t really care. You’re not here for the party, not really. You’re here because you promised some new friends you’d show up. After all, that’s what people do when they want to feel like they belong, right? Pretend to be interested in house parties with thumping bass, cheap beer, and sweaty college students pressed together like sardines.

You tug at the sleeves of your sweater nervously, trying to blend into the wall, regretting not bringing a drink. At least it would’ve given your hands something to do. You scan the crowded living room, your eyes flicking over the mass of people, mind wandering until you spot a familiar face—or rather, two.

Yuji Itadori is hard to miss. His bright pink hair stands out against the dim lighting, and he’s laughing at something, his wide grin infectious even from across the room. Next to him, Megumi Fushiguro looks like he’d rather be anywhere but here, his expression as unreadable as ever. The complete opposite of Yuji’s playful demeanor.

It’s funny how they balance each other out like that. Yuji, the bright, silly one who lights up every room he walks into, and Megumi, the quiet, brooding one, always watching from the sidelines. You haven’t known them long, but even you can tell they’re close in a way that most people would envy.

And yet, here you are, watching them, unsure of where you fit into the picture.

“Hey!” Yuji’s voice suddenly cuts through the noise as he jogs over to you, his face lighting up when he sees you. “You came! I didn’t think you’d show up.”

You smile, feeling the warmth of his excitement wash over you. “I almost didn’t, but I figured I’d give it a shot.”

“Well, I’m glad you did.” His grin widens, and he turns, waving toward Megumi, who’s still standing by the drinks table, looking completely out of place. “Megumi, come over here! She’s finally here!”

Megumi’s eyes flick over to you, and for a moment, your gazes lock. His expression softens slightly, but he doesn’t smile. Instead, he gives a small nod and walks over, hands tucked into the pockets of his jacket.

“Hey,” he says, his voice low but steady.

“Hey,” you echo, feeling your pulse quicken for no good reason.

The three of you stand there for a moment, Yuji’s energy bouncing between you, while Megumi’s silence settles like a blanket over the noise of the party. You feel the tension immediately. Not in a bad way, just... tension. The kind that makes your heart race for reasons you can’t quite put your finger on.

“So,” Yuji begins, clearly trying to break the silence, “have you been to any of our hockey games yet? We’ve got a big one coming up next week.”

You blink, surprised by the sudden change in topic. Hockey? Right. They’re both on the team, something you keep forgetting since you’ve never actually seen them play. It’s not really your thing, but the thought of seeing them on the ice—sweaty and focused—sends a strange shiver down your spine.

“No, I haven’t been to any yet,” you admit. “But maybe I’ll come to the next one.”

Yuji’s eyes light up like you’ve just made his day. “You should! It’s gonna be great. Megumi’s an amazing defender. You’ll love it.”

You glance at Megumi, who shifts uncomfortably under Yuji’s praise. “I’m not that great,” he mutters.

“You’re amazing, dude,” Yuji counters, playfully nudging his friend. “Don’t be so modest.”

You find yourself smiling at their dynamic. It’s hard not to get swept up in Yuji’s enthusiasm. “Okay, fine. I’ll come,” you say, laughing a little at how easily you’ve been convinced.

“Awesome!” Yuji’s grin is infectious. “I’ll make sure you get a good seat.”

Megumi doesn’t say anything, but you can feel his eyes on you, something quiet and unreadable flickering in them. It isn’t uncomfortable, but it makes your heart race in a way that you’re not sure you’re ready to acknowledge.

You’re not here for hockey. You’re not here for parties. But somehow, being here with them feels like it’s exactly where you’re supposed to be.

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Later that week, you find yourself sitting in the cold, buzzing arena, clutching a cup of hot chocolate as you watch the players take to the ice. You have to admit, there’s something captivating about watching them skate, the fluid motion of their bodies gliding across the rink. Your eyes keep wandering back to two figures—Yuji and Megumi.

Yuji is in his element, grinning even through his helmet, waving to the crowd every chance he gets. His energy is infectious, even from the stands. Megumi, on the other hand, is focused, eyes narrowed in concentration as he defends the goal like his life depends on it. The contrast between them is striking.

Your stomach twists when Yuji skates by, throwing you a playful wink. He’s just so... Yuji. Bright, carefree, and completely unaware of the effect he has on people. On you.

And Megumi... God, Megumi.

Every time you see him on the ice, you feel that strange pull in your chest again. There’s something about him—something quiet and intense—that makes your heart race in a way you can’t explain. He isn’t as obvious as Yuji, but there’s a warmth to him, hidden beneath that cool, stone-faced exterior.

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After the game, you’re surprised when both of them ask you to hang out—separately, of course.

Yuji wants to go to the arcade. Megumi invites you to a quiet coffee shop he likes, one tucked away from the busy part of campus.

You don’t know how to say no to either of them.

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Megumi’s fingers brush yours as he hands you a book he thinks you’ll like, his gaze lingering just a little too long before he pulls back. “This one’s good,” he says softly, almost shyly. “If you’re into that kind of thing.”

Your heart thuds in your chest as you take the book from him, your hands barely touching. “Thanks,” you whisper, feeling the weight of his attention settle over you.

Megumi is so... subtle. His affection, if it’s even that, comes in quiet gestures. A brush of fingers here, a soft look there. It makes your heart race in a way that feels... different. Dangerous, almost.

But then, there’s Yuji.

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“Gotcha!” Yuji laughs as he beats you—again—at one of the games at the arcade, his playful grin lighting up his whole face.

You can’t help but laugh with him, your heart soaring at the pure joy in his eyes. Being with Yuji feels easy, like the sun has come out and everything is just... fun.

But it isn’t just fun. Not for you.

You’re torn. Between the boy who makes you feel safe, like a warm hug on a cold day, and the boy who sets your heart on fire, unpredictable and thrilling.

You don’t know how much longer you can keep pretending that you don’t feel anything for either of them.

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end of pt. 1 /).(\ pt. 2 coming very soon

[partycatty]

I have this idea:

Johnny Cage x tomboy (can be gender neutral reader), I see the reader as a introvert, gamer, a bit of a nerd that prefers to wear comfy pants than elegant, tight dresses/skirts. Johnny likes to talk to them cause they can play games together (I believe that johnny being a bit of a gamer is a fact stated in mk1, when we have a Cage's Mansion tutorial?) and so he decided to invite reader to a red carpet event created because of the launch of his new movie. It's first time in their life to attend such thing and they really don't know what to do... (the rest is up to you, they can either fuck before the event while reader is trying to pick a good outfit or just go there and have fun or whatever<3)

johnny cage > zip me up

johnny's not used to seeing his best friend in anything but a hoodie and sweats. what happens when they have to dress outside of their comfort zone?

warnings: nsfw... :3, exhibitionism?, hardcore praising LOL, awkward reader (no rizz ...), reader is written as curvy? LONG POST LOL

notes: i physically cant write dom johnny without it sounding super ooc LOL ALSO!! im so sorry if the formatting is iffy, ive been forced to use desktop and the formatting is completely different than my usual mobile writing

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honestly, it's hard to gauge what games he'd actually play, so a part of me believes he mainly plays... mortal kombat. and yes, since he is canonically responsible for the franchise existing, he would main himself. or maybe he'd play fortnite, lord knows he'd have his own skin.

"come on, man! you can't keep picking general shao! you can just say you hate me," johnny groans, staring at the character select screen. his favorite thing was to drop tidbits about the characters and compare them to the real life counterparts. "i'm still mentally recovering from witnessing his ugly mug."

you chuckle and lean back in your chair, pulling your headset mic closer to your lips. "would you rather i picked one of your buddies? kenshi, or as you called him, sexy face two?"

"and now you're asking me to beat up my best friend," johnny sighs dramatically. you giggle, and it makes his heart flutter and cheeks redden. thankfully, today was a day your webcams were turned off so you were none the wiser. you make a comment that he's the one that wanted to play a game that features his real friends and actual enemies which earns yet another groan from him.

"if you're gonna be annoying, we could switch to something else?" you offer teasingly. "not my fault you choose to stare at yourself every game instead of learning combos."

"oh hush, you love me," johnny replies, earning a little peep from you out of surprise. he loved to push your buttons and flirt with you. it was in his personality, sure, but because of it you did have a massive crush on him. it was innocent and purehearted, but you just couldn't see yourself risking your great friendship over some silly feelings. "you love it when i'm difficult, don't lie to yourself."

"...shut up," you pathetically try to retort, sinking into your seat and fighting the flush on your face. "are we gonna run another round or what?"

"actually, i had something to ask of you," johnny says, tone suddenly serious and almost unreadable. you feel a pit in your stomach at his tone, wondering if maybe you're in trouble. your mind spirals as you nervously fidget in anticipation. "well, two things actually. could you turn your camera on so i can properly ask you?"

you shakily turn your camera on in discord, anxiously glancing between your monitors and camera lens. johnny smiles to himself, leaning forward get a closer look at you as if you were sitting across the table from him.

"good girl, there we go," he says encouragingly, making your thighs clench as you use your sleeves to hide your face. "no, come on, don't hide. here, let me-" he clicks on his own camera button and his webcam blinks to life. he smiles directly into the camera, and for a moment you're winded at the reminder that you're best friends with a celebrity. "-there. now it doesn't feel like i'm talking to my computer."

"well, you are-" you speak up, ready to go on one of your famous tech tangents. johnny holds up a single finger, shushing you instantly. as much as he'd love to hear your voice for hours on end, he wanted to squeeze out what he was going to say first.

"-hold your tongue, my dearest nerd," johnny quips with a wink. "my favor first." you tense up before he speaks up again. "i've got a movie coming out. finally, right? point is, cris is an absolute no-go, and my assistant couldn't find a damsel to hang off my arm in time for the red carpet. so, next best thing, i was wondering if... you'd be my plus one."

"i-i don't dress up, johnny," you protest, looking away. "all those cameras, all the shouting... not for me."

"it's not all bad," he insists with a smirk. "you'll have me. all you have to do is stay close to me and smile."

you stammer, trying to spill out more excuses for him to give in and stop asking.

"i don't have a dress-"

"i'll buy you twenty."

"nobody knows who i am-"

"eyes'll be on me."

"what if someone laughs at me?"

"doll, have you seen some of these hollywood clowns? you'll look just fine."

you tug at your hair, exasperated. he came prepared with every response, had every reason to bring you to the carpet. you wanted to say no, but truth be told, you missed johnny dearly. you don't get to see him in person often, given your medium distance and his constant work. a meek "fine" escapes your lips and johnny cheers to himself, his excitement painted all over his face. it made you warm how well he was at showing his appreciation at times.

"i knew i could count on you, sweetheart. this means the world to me. i'm getting you tomorrow at three, okay? we're gonna get you a nice dress, i'll get a matching suit tailored... oh, it'll be like prom all over again!" he's gesturing wildly as he hypes himself up over the plan.

"i never went to prom, johnny," you chuckle to yourself, eyes on your keyboard. "i wouldn't know the experience."

"well that's ridiculous," johnny looks surprised at this fact, for a reason you can't pinpoint. "i would have asked you if we knew each other then."

"i'm sure," you agree shyly, turning away to try and hide your blush. "i'll see you tomorrow, johnny."

"see you tomorrow, doll," he smiles at the camera again, and you catch a glimpse of it as you weakly return the expression. then, johnny leaves the call, leaving you huffing and blushing. he just asked you to be his plus one on the red carpet, for his movie, for his fans... all eyes will be on you. the thought terrifies you, but maybe you could push through for your friend. you were a software developer, mostly confined to your dimly lit bedroom. this was a whole new realm!

you roll around on your bed and kick your feet, wondering why you're always so awkward around him. if you fumble at all in public, your world might just fall apart. sleep doesn't come easy for you, but it eventually overpowers your anxiety.

sunlight creeps through your windows. despite your usual tendency to sleep in, your nerves shot you awake slightly earlier than that, and you tried your best to negate your shakiness through games and squeezing in any work projects you could make up - before a firm knock was at your apartment door.

you fly to the door and swing it open, excited to see the only man that gets your heart pumping. he's matching your energy with a cheesy grin, immediately charging at you to embrace you in a bear hug. his cologne makes you tingle as you breathe in his shirt fabric. when he pulls back, he chuckles to admire your attire. you're wearing your usual sweatpants, hoodie, and slippers.

"you clean up nice," he compliments you sarcastically. "it's nice to finally see you, honey." you shrug with a shy smile at his endless pet names. "let's get you into something more flattering, yeah?"

he encourages you to his car, it's one of his nice sports cars with his name printed across the seats. you always felt out of place in his luxurious lifestyle. however, even through the two hour car ride back to malibu, you found yourself familiar and comfortable alongside johnny.

"you didn't have to drive four hours just to see me," you insist quietly, voice muffled against the window as you admire the waters. "it's a lot of trouble for one night."

johnny seems to genuinely seem taken aback by your deprecating comment. he leans over and slides one hand on your knee, patting it gently.

"you know i'd do anything for you," he speaks in that dangerously low tone, stealing quick glances as he desperately tries to focus on the road. "i want you with me."

even after his comforting pat, his hand lingers for a moment, sliding up your thigh with feather touches. you cover your lips with your finger to muffle any whimpers that threatened to escape. you always hated how touchy he was, and by hated, you mean it turned you on embarrassingly easily. as the road straightens out, you realize he's staring directly at you with suspiciously blown out pupils, but snaps back into reality as quickly as you noticed. he clears his throat and removes his hand, settling them both back on the steering wheel.

perhaps he just missed me and wants to be closer, you thought. he's always clingy, he probably just... you're having a hard time justifying his needy glances. they looked off. it's been a stupidly long time since someone eyed you down like that.

after what felt like a thousand years, the city comes into view and johnny parks at a luxury outfit boutique. it's small, but the window mannequins alone make you swallow nervously.

it takes quite some time to decide on a dress, because you internally decide that every possible option is unflattering. each time johnny pulls a dress from the selection, you cringe and shake your head. the sleeves were either too long or too short, the skirt was too flowy or too loose, or the color wasn't quite right.

"how about i pick one for you?" johnny offers, a little exhausted at how difficult you were being. "you just go sit in the dressing room, i'll slide you a couple dresses and don't think too hard about this. you'll look great in anything, my dear."

you agreed with his idea. maybe it'd be best for the celebrity that's known to dress nice to put you in something that'll definitely turn heads and keep you confident. it was unfamiliar territory for you, after all, since the last flattering thing you wore was a one-piece swimsuit on a beach trip with your family.

after some time of fidgeting in the dressing room, johnny slides the curtain aside and greets you with a smile, his veiny arm holding about a dozen dresses. he's got his iconic shit-eating grin as it seems he has something devious in mind for you.

"don't look so afraid," johnny shrugs, nudging you playfully. "i'll treat you right, pinky promise." he holds up the first dress, a flowy one with off-the-shoulder sheer sleeves. it looks like something out of a fairytale, and you're reluctant to deny his suggestion when he's cheesing so damn hard. you smile back and shove him back behind the curtain, giving yourself space to change.

you slide into the dress, catching it on your hips momentarily but pulling it past without tearing it thankfully. when you pull it up to your chest, it takes quite a bit of tugging, seeing as the fabric isn't as stretchy compared to what you're used to. when you fall silent as you try to pull the dress up, johnny assumes you're ready and slides the curtain aside, stepping in eagerly.

"how's it-" he cuts himself off when he gets a good look at you. you're flushed from trying to squeeze into the fabric, and your breasts (that he didn't even know you had) were spilling out of the front. his lips get sucked inward as you witness the gears come to a screeching halt in his head. his eyes may have been hidden from his sunglasses, but you know for a fact he's checking you out. "i like that one." his voice is too monotonous for him to truly be emotionless. it's like it's taking every ounce of his being to be normal.

"i don't," you mumble, continuing your fruitless attempts much to johnny's delight as your boobs ripple with each pull. "i can't get the stupid zipper up in the back, either."

eager hands shoot out to you as johnny takes quick strides to stand behind you. your front is facing the mirror, your hands resting atop your breasts and eyes focused on the man behind you. when his head tilts town to get a good look at the zipper, you notice his eyes are far darker than the typical warm brown.

his hands fumble tremendously as he tries to keep his shit together. he uses one hand to keep the parts together and the other to get the zipper sliding.

the sudden jerk catches you off guard and you're far from balanced. thankfully, your palms press against the mirror to keep yourself upright, and johnny lurches forward as his grip is pulled with you. his hands fly to your waist to ensure he doesn't topple you over.

you would have gotten up like nothing happened, and maybe apologized, but during the scuffle you felt something hard and warm through your skirt. johnny's nose is tucked in the nape of your neck when you fully realize your predicament.

as you sputter out his name to call him out, you feel his lips smile against your back. his hands loosen momentarily, but don't pull away.

"uh, sorry, doll," he mumbles into your skin, not sounding all too apologetic. "pretty girls in dresses just... gets me goin'."

"i'm not pretty," you mutter, averting your gaze. johnny lifts his head and looks at your reflection incredulously.

"you're joking, right?" johnny replies, brows furrowed. "babe, look at yourself." he grabs your jaw from behind and angles your vision on your body. "i didn't know you were carrying all this. i almost want t'take you out and get you a whole new wardrobe just to get you out of those garbage bags you're always in. pardon my french doll, but you're fuckin' hot." as he speaks, his hand snakes down your throat, your shoulder, and then settling firmly on your hip, not even hiding the brief sweep he made against the flesh of your chest.

you're left staring in awe. he was always charming around you, but never outright flirting. you glance toward the curtain; what if someone heard all this? you swallow thickly, moving back to look at johnny apprehensively. he's biting his lower lip, suddenly thrusting more against your body, letting a shaky breath as his face is now buried in the crook of your neck as he tries to hold it together.

"you got me all riled up seeing you in that, you know," he warns you in a husky voice that dampens your panties. "so you can't say you aren't pretty. feel what you did to me." the air feels intensely different than it was when you guys were just friends. he's confessing something he'd implied to feel for quite some time, but you never envisioned the day it'd come to fruition. you can't really say you were complaining when he pulls your hips toward him, letting him use your ass to grind down on ever so slightly. your stillness throws him off for a moment, and he looks up at you through the mirror with concerned eyes. "you don't seem into this. i can stop."

"n-no!" you yelp out, sounding a little more desperate that you'd like to admit. "this is okay."

"just okay?"

"well, no, but - i'm sorry, i don't know what to say."

"do you want me to stop?"

"...no."

"good girl."

he presses a little harder against you, keeping you upright and stopping your knees from buckling with his rough hands. abruptly filled with a primal hunger, johnny tugs the long flowing skirt up in bunches, gripping it tightly to get a glorious view of your ass. this interaction was not prepared for, so you couldn't help but feel flustered when your boyshort panties are fully on display. johnny just chuckles to himself as he grabs a shameless handful of one of your asscheeks anyway, squeezing hard enough to leave red prints behind. you bite down on your lips to stop any noise from coming out, but a moan of surprise slips through.

johnny wraps one arm around your midsection for stability, and the other flies up to your lips to hold his palm over your mouth.

"if you want this, you're gonna stay quiet, is that clear?" he growls into your ear, head tilted toward you but eyes fixated on your reflection's eyes. all you can do is nod. "i'll show you how fuckin' pretty you are."

he slides your panties down with ease, expelling a shaky groan when he watches a trail of your wetness follow the fabric. his cock is swiftly freed from his dress pants and he slides his throbbing tip against your folds, creating a sopping sound to the trained ear. if the store was quiet enough, the entire building would know how soaked you were for your best friend. all you can do is whimper and gasp as your noises are muffled by his hand. johnny leans forward and gently shushes you, lips brushing against your ear.

"you can do it, princess," he assures you in that husky voice before holding intense eye contact in the mirror. "you look so good like this, don't you think?"

your pupils were blown out and your cheeks were stained a deep red as you're bent over for the actor. you didn't feel pretty, still. you felt... needy.

you pressed back against his cock, and it slips between your folds before catching on your aching hole, making you twitch. the sloppy friction makes johnny moan against your skin as he hungrily matches your movements. he slides his hand down and toys with your clit, wetting the area with your own juices which seems to be plentiful. he sticks two fingers inside, not bothering to ease you into the process at all. he needs you now, and if "now" is in a clothing store, then so be it. your pussy burns from the sudden stretching, but you take it because it makes him happy to see how eager you are for him.

"i should've put you in a dress sooner," he mutters, hazy eyes staring right through you as he relishes in the way your walls embrace his fingers. "you look beautiful, my dear. angelic. i wanna ruin you so bad, baby, but i can't. not here." his words already bring you closer, but as you feel the tension building inside he leaves you empty and sopping... but not for long.

his tip slides in with ease, and he has to bite down on your bare shoulder to stop himself from losing it entirely. it's the first time in a long time a pussy has been too good for him. he's stuck his dick anywhere and everywhere, but you take the cake. his bite deepens when he slowly but surely bottoms out, his own knees buckling at your gorgeous insides.

"mmf, so fucking good," he groans into your flesh, eyes clenching shut. "my pretty girl. all mine, yeah?" you nod lazily, too entranced in the fact that his cock is buried inside of you. you'd had sex before, but it had been quite some time. years. and his dick just felt impossibly big.

"i could stay like this forever," he mumbles, almost forgetting to thrust. you remind him quickly when you shake your ass needily. "ah, but i shouldn't. you deserve to feel good."

he pulls out slowly, admiring the thin coat of juice painting his shaft before thrusting back in. he's careful to move just enough to hit deep, but not enough to make the slapping sound too obvious.

"there you go," johnny encourages you as he starts to slowly pump into you. "you take me so well, so pretty with my dick buried in you."

you almost wanted to pinch yourself to see if you were dreaming. just yesterday, he was your duo in your favorite game. and now, he was fucking into you in public. the thought makes you dizzy and you have a hard time keeping your head upright, that is, until johnny pulls your face up to the mirror again, still muffling you with his palm. you want to say you're the one enjoying it most, but that might be johnny. his once cocky demeanor is now down the drain as he fights for his life to not cum with every second of friction. you were just so good, he's already pussydrunk. he seems to be living in his own heaven when he lazily peppers kisses and licks all around your back, neck, and shoulders, breathy whimpers and moans warming your skin up nicely.

his thrusts grow increasingly sloppy as he completely loses himself against you. his eyes are swapping between you and him in the mirror as he admires your wetness dripping down your thighs and splattering against his own front. he would be mad you were ruining his nice clothes, but he's just going to buy another suit with you anyway.

"you wanna cum on me, doll?" he huffs into your ear, letting go of his fear of the slapping noise and now progressively slamming into you harder and harder. "let me feel it, baby, i'm real close."

johnny's arms readjust, one snaking under your armpit and over your shoulder, and the other rhythmically swirling circles against your clit. what once was hungry groans is now turning into needy whimpers from the both of you as you cum simultaneously. your lower half feels warm as he cums deep inside of you, watching it drip and splatter out with every finishing thrust. your vision becomes tunneled as you see stars, head thrown back as each throb from the orgasm makes you forget you're in public entirely.

he holds you both there for a moment, breathing in your damp skin. you both feel dazed, but incredibly satisfied. johnny kisses your cheek from behind, dancing his way to the corner of your mouth and then captures your lips in a messy, brief kiss.

"you know i didn't need a dress to want you that bad, right?" johnny asks against your lips, his fingers brushing against your bare thighs. "i really do think you're beautiful. always have."

you nod, taking in a quick inhale of breath to gather yourself. "i wasn't sure before."

"well, i hope you are now," johnny chuckles, and kisses you again. "at least, i hope so - hey, hey -" the embrace stops as he steps back and notices his semen dripping down your leg. "don't get that on the carpet. and definitely don't get that on the dress. we're buying that one for the red carpet-" he checks his watch. "-that we're late to. shit."

he doesn't really regret it.

[herecomethefuzzz]

hcs on what i think it'd be like to be a guest on chuckle sandwich !!

(schlatt has a littttllleee bit of a crush on you)

HI. i am very nervous to post this as its like my first writing thing EVER. but uhm. yeah! i hope its okay ^^

- ted decides to invite you onto the podcast after hearing schlatt talk about you a few times

- obviously wouldn't be full-on gushing over you, but ted saw how he felt about you after a while

- you and ted message back and forth on discord, and ted keeps dropping subtle hints. very subtle hints. (eg. "schlatt has been looking forward to you coming on the podcast!!" and "schlatt actually talks about your content a lot. he thinks its wayyy more interesting than other creator's stuff.")

- the day finally came when you were sat in that cozy little booth between the two of them, mics infront of you all, and schlatt already looked way happier than usual.

- throughout the podcast, he'd have his full attention on you and what you're saying, except from the times he'd catch ted giving him a little glance, sort of an "oooo i know you're in loveee" kinda glance. typical silly ted stuff.

- you'd be oblivious to this, but you did manage to catch the way schlatt looked at you at times.

- it was quite a sweet sight, really. seeing someone whose internet persona is quite, y'know, big n tough i guess, look at you so softly.

- there was one point in the recording where schlatt had placed his hand on the table, and he had accidentally-on-purpose put it a bit closer to you.

- you were in the middle of telling a story, and so obviously you hadn't noticed. when you took a break from talking to take a short drink, you placed your hand down on schlatt's.

- you immediately looked at schlatt, expecting him to look a bit pissed and shoot you a joking insult, but instead, you were met with a forgiving smile, and there was a look in his eyes that was pretty much unreadable.

- you slowly took your hand off of his, giving him a sheepish smile before muttering a small "sorry" and quickly getting back to your story, not wanting to make things awkward.

- schlatt just gave a small laugh and let you get back to your storytelling. after that, he made sure to leave his hand a little bit closer to you, in the hopes that your hand would rest on his again. whether it be by accident or on purpose.

AKCKRNCJRJFJF i hope that was okay enough im actually shitting my pants rn. if theres something i need to fix pls tell me :3

[obsessedwrhys]

Any ship headcanons for Niru from AFK Journey? Can be fluff, angst, anything :)

|| NIRU DATING HEADCANONS ||

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ fluff, angst (im a sucker for it), mention of death and killing, reader is gn (can be read as merlin or not)!!

For a soul collector, it's expected for him to be the quiet and serious type. That's why falling for you was the last thing he expected to happen.

He was simply doing his duty collecting the souls of a heavily wounded fighter. How he sees things is that it is better to put someone out of their suffering instead of feeding them the delusion of a possible recovery.

He was ready to approach them, his scythe held close in his hand. All he can promise is to make their death swift. And that's when you came in, running from wherever you were.

Seeing the presence of another person, he quickly hid in the shadows. You kneeled beside the man and began doing your magic. An unreadable expression was on his face as he watched you tend to the fighter.

The way you still choose to save the man even though he was on the brinks of death was... naive and yet, funny enough the guy managed to survive thanks to your aid.

Ever since that day, he wouldn't stop thinking about you, of the sight of you saving that man. There was just this indescribable feel of hope in you.

Obviously approaching you was the worst way to deal with his thoughts, that's why he came up with the idea of meeting you in your dreams.

And you didn't pay no mind to that because you yourself didn't know it was an actual person in your dreams talking to you.

Every night, he would always set out on adventures with you. Whether it be lucid dreams or not, he's just glad to be there. Watching you do silly things in your dreams was entertaining enough.

However if you had nightmares, he is fast to protect you. Sometimes he might just hold you in his arms and you'd always wake up in the morning thinking back to how real it felt.

Despite the fun times spent with you, the guilt of not telling you whole truth of who he was still crept up to him. Not to mention how he really felt about you... that's why he decided to tell you when the moment was right.

Scenario ↴ (this ended up being so long)

You ran across the field, enjoying the way the birds all flew away when you came even a step closer. It was another dream of yours but this time it was oddly soothing, no excitement no nothing.

That's when you turned around to see your dream friend sitting under the tree, the shade protecting him from the sunlight. It's a wonder how he manages to appear in all of your dreams but you figured it wasn't anything serious. Besides it's kinda nice having a friend to talk to at the end of the day, even if it's during your sleeping time.

You approached him, his scythe placed on the grass beside him as he's leaned back on the tree. He watches when you decided to sit beside him. Then you let out a sigh.

"Tired from playing?" He asks while you curled up into a ball with your arms wrapped around your legs.

"Just bored..." You said, looking out at the beautiful field of Golden Wheatshire.

"Bored?" He raises his brows out of surprise. This was not the reaction he wanted out of you, after all, this dream was his whole idea.

"Yeah..." You rest your head on your knees. He stayed quiet for a second as he looked at your expression.

Suddenly he looks away and joined you in staring at the golden wheat from afar. He's not showing it but he's clearly having doubts in his mind. Is it a good idea to tell you the truth? What if his friendship with you ends?

After what felt like centuries of hesitation, he finally spoke up.

"I hope these dreams have brought some beauty into your life, as they have for me..." You look at him and you could see a hint of fear in his eyes, like he's afraid to say what he has to say next.

"But I'm sorry... I'm sorry that I am not just a figment of your imagination, but a being that exists beyond the realm of your waking hours. I am a Soul Keeper, a Graveborn, and I have been visiting you in your dreams because I could not stay away..." He pauses, his adam's apple bopping as he swallows.

"During the times we've shared together, I have grown to love every aspect of you, and I can no longer keep my feelings hidden... Your soul is a beacon of light in a world that is often dark and cold. It shines brighter than any star in the night sky, and I am drawn to its warmth like a moth to a flame. I have never felt this way before, and it is a feeling that I never want to let go of..." Slowly he finally locks eyes with you, the muscles on his face are relaxed as he's practically giving you the heart eyes.

You tried to say something back but it felt like your voice was gone, no matter how much you try talking nothing came out. You frown, realising it was one of those dreams again. Seeing you struggle, he lifts his hand to the side of your face to caress your cheek.

"It's okay, I know this is all too much for you to comprehend... I am not a being that's alive... yet you make me feel like I have a soul again. So if you'd please, meet me here again tomorrow at night..." He said and at the same time you could feel your body starting to awake from the dream.

You try really hard not to wake up but eventually you did thanks to the sound of your companion banging on the door and shouting for you to wake up. You let out an exhausted sigh as you ran your hands through your hair. The thought of that mysterious being still in your mind.

Like the usual, you carried out your daily duties. But your mind was constantly distracted by what the dream said. Is it even real? What if it was all in your head? Night time came slower than anticipated, you were on your way back home with your companions until you finally made up your mind. Without giving anyone much of an explanation, you decided to head to the place.

From the distant you could hear everybody asking where you're headed but you just shouted back a simple "I'll be back"

There it is.

A small smile makes it to your face as you anxiously approach the tree. You sat down and looked around, feeling a bit awkward. Ah... did you really expect this to be one of those romances? You sigh.

"Tired again?" A familiar voice spoke that it sent goosebumps across your body. You quickly turn and that's when you saw him, walking out of the shadows to join you.

You never realised how tall he was. Seeing him in real life now felt so unreal.

"Have you given my words some consideration?" He stands before you while making sure he gave you just enough space to not make you feel uncomfortable.

"... I have..." You uttered.

"And to be honest... I'm excited to see what the future holds for us" Your answer catching him by surprise since from your tone, he had expected you to be against the idea. He smiles almost out of relief.

"As am I... Let's take this journey together, one step at a time"

Since he's very connected to spiritual world, you can trust every moment with him to be a moment to be remembered. Even if you guys are just chilling somewhere in the forest, it'd still be a soul fulfilling time.

He finds your height cute, he's like gigantic so there's no way are you ever gonna be taller than him 😭

"Agh... I've been breaking my back trying to kiss you lately..."

"I'M NOT EVEN THAT SHORT"

Now his kisses are gentle and tender. It's the kind of kisses that speaks louder than words. He enjoys running his hand across your back when you guys kiss because he can't help but smile everytime you chuckle from the ticklish feeling.

He enjoys watching you sleep, not in a weird way, it's more like admiration.

You both are laid down on your mattress, you were already fast asleep but he was still awake. He's laid on his side as he observes the gentle curves of your face. The sound of the soft whispers of your breath made him feel he belonged. He smiles slightly, wondering how he was so lucky to have scored you.

PDA? No thank you. Honestly, he does not want to be risk seen in public at all. He's a Graveborn and he doesn't want to risk his relation with you to be the reason you're getting harassed by people.

But it's fine, he doesn't care if everybody views him invisible when you see him clear as day.

However, dating this man isn't all rainbows and sunshine. He has major PTSD from his military days.

I'm talking constant triggers and nightmares about the lives he's failed to saved.

You are always the one to be there for him and he never realised how comforting it is to be able to go through one of his episodes with someone there to remind him of the good times.

Head boops? YES. He just gives me black cat vibes.

Cuddles is a must have. I think he prefers being the big spoon for obvious reasons 🤭

You have once try to hold up his scythe and he was fast to take it from your hands when it was too heavy for you to bear. Thankfully nobody got hurt.

Since he used to be a doctor, he just has this instinct to always make sure you're healthy and well. If you ever get hurt, he's already there to take care of you.

Nicknames? He calls you my flower or my person, maybe even sweetie when he's in a really affectionate mood.

Now just because he's kind towards you that doesn't mean he's not such a big tease. He's so mean with it too.

Also did I forget to mention how flirty he can get?

"Niru, can you help me get the sugar?" You'd ask as you're by the kitchen counter preparing to bake.

You simply wait for him to get it for you when suddenly he cups your face, you bat your eyelashes at him a few times out of confusion.

"We ran out of sugar... how about we use you instead?" He jokes to which you smack his hand away with a laugh.

You probably don't realise but he keeps the letters you write to him everytime he's away. So when he's feeling a bit down, he'd just take it out and read it to make himself feel better. The reminder that he's truly loved.

1000% GRIM REAPER SHI

[sunrisemill]

✮From the start✮ Pt.4

Chris and y/n have always been inseparable, they’ve always relied on each other but what happens when one of them falls?

(Warnings: mentions of mental health such as Anxiety and possibly depression. Please take care of yourself, I love you 🤍)

Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Finale

Y/ns’ POV

(Present)

I feel a wave of anxiety crash down on me as he stares at me from across the dining table. How in the hell am I supposed to do this? I feel the tension rise within seconds as I remain silent, I just wish I could see what he's thinking. The look he has on his face is unreadable and stern. God, I've fucked everything up. I continue to tell myself that until I hear him clear his throat. “Well…are you going to say something?” Right, with my emotions at an all-time high, I completely forgot how much time had passed. “I'm so sorry, Chris,” I whisper before taking in a deep shaky breath. “It was wrong to treat you like that and it's okay if you don't forgive me, I understand. But I couldn't go on until I gave you an apology.” I watch him carefully as he processes my words. Please forgive me, please Chris. He nods his head before leaning back in his chair. “I'm sorry too. But could you just tell me what's wrong? You continue to shut me out and that's not healthy Y/n, you can't just bottle everything up and expect it to be okay.” He sits up straight and leans forward again, propping his elbows on the table as he reaches his hand out to gently hold my hand in his. His touch sends shockwaves throughout my body. “Just talk to me. I'm here.”  My chest tightens as I stare down at our hands which are interlocked. I can feel his eyes bore into my head as the air grows thicker. I can’t tell him, he's gonna think I'm being dramatic or I'm just being silly. Oh my god, he's gonna think that something is wrong with me, or that I'm too much for him to handle and he's just going to leave me. “Y/n?” The concern in Chris’ voice when he notices how my breathing has picked up causes me to spiral into a deeper panic. I lift my head to look at him but my vision is blurred by tears. Chris’ face drops when he sees me in such a distressed state. “Y/n, please talk to me.” The slight squeeze he gives my hand pushes me over the edge. I can't do this. I need to leave. Right. Now. I tell myself as I quickly drop his hand and shoot up out of my chair, the speed of my action causes the chair to fall back, but I don't care. The only thing I care about is getting out of that damn house. The sound of Chris calling after me is cancelled out as the sound of my heartbeat in my ears drowns it out.

~~~~

Chris’ POV

I feel as though everything just blew up within a few minutes. I shouldn't have done that, I pushed her too far now. I can't believe I had her back and now im watching her run out of my house because of my idiotic actions. “Y/n!” I shout out to her but she doesn't stop…shit. I quickly stand up to chase after her but get stopped by a tug on my arm, my head snaps to look at whatever has tugged on my arm and im met with my mother. “You have to let her go, Chris. She's not worth it.” Nothing but rage fills my senses as I hear those words leave her mouth. She's not worth it…How dare she say that about Y/n, she doesn't know her like I do.  “you have no idea what you’re talking about.” She looks up at me with sympathy. “I've seen enough to know that she's no good. If you go after her now she’s gonna trip up again and drag you down with her, I used to know people like her, and They did nothing but destroy everything in their paths. Do not go.” I stand there in pure disbelief. “So what? Im just supposed to stand here like a fucking imbecile when she's obviously distressed?!” I spit out as I yank my arm away from her, looking down at her with disgust. “Im not doing that again. Im going after her, whether you like it or not.” I give her one last gare before turning around and walking out of the house in search of Y/n.

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Y/ns’ POV

The sound of crickets chirping in the long grass and wind rustling withered leaves has an eerie but soothing sound. I can't believe I ran out of there but I know that's what I needed to do. I stare at the reflection of the moon across the lake as I think back to when life was simple before reality struck me like a bolt of lightning. I think back to when I was just a little kid sitting on the same ground that I am now, I remember a small Chris running to me to show me a small daisy that he thought I'd like. He has always been like that, the kindest soul I have ever known. But I just had to ruin it, ruin us. Sometimes, I think he would be better off without me, im only just dragging him down. He insists that he wouldn't know where he would be without me but I know… He'd be happier and not have to deal with all the stress and sadness I've caused. It's like I destroy everything I've ever touched, why can't I just be normal? I let out a silent sob as my fingers tangled through the grass below me, If Chris was here he'd tell me that it would be okay, that I'd be okay. But how could he be so sure of that? He’d be horrified if he took even a peek into my brain. I still remember how he looked at me on that night. “I’ve never met a girl like you before, I feel like all my problems go away when I'm with you. I'm so glad I get to call you my best friend.” I shake my head at the memory. How could I be so stupid? He’d never like me, he's gonna end up with a happy bubbly girl and realize how horrible I am. I bring a shaky hand up to wipe away the tears on my cheeks when I hear a voice. “I thought I'd find you here.” I keep my head down as I feel Chris sit beside me.

“Hey…” He whispers as he wraps his arms around my shoulders and pulls me close to him “It’s gonna be okay, you're gonna be okay.” I let out a small chuckle. “I knew you’d say that.” I sniffle, leaning into his touch, it takes me a moment but I finally look up at him. He lets out a sad sigh and brings his hand up to my face, wiping away the tears that continue to roll down my cheeks. “Am I that predictable, huh?” He asks teasingly with a slight tilt to his head. I smile softly as I take my chance to fully take in everything about this moment. The way his hair brushes against my face as he looks down at me. The moonlight casting a pale light around us. I bask in the comfortable silence between us, wishing it could last forever. “I'm so sorry Y/n… I shouldn't have pushed you-” “It's okay, Chris.” I quickly cut him off. “It's just… I'm not good at talking about my feelings. Ever since I was younger I was told I was sensitive and I was overreacting. Everyone made me feel like I was crazy when I would open up, they’d say it was all in my head but would never comfort me or even try to help me. So I thought that if I could hide my feelings we’d be fine, but it didn't work.” My heart drops down to my stomach as I open up for the first time. “I'm just so tired of it all…” I sigh as my head hangs low. “I feel like everyone is moving on with their lives and I'm stuck frozen in time. Look at me right now… one thing goes wrong in my life and I come running back to the lake.” I shake my head as I look back out towards the water. Why does this have to be so difficult? “I try so hard at everything but nobody seems to notice or care, But when somebody actually notices I chase them away 'cause I get scared that I'd be a burden to them, I feel like such a coward.” I whisper the last part as I wait until the moment when Chris finally speaks up. It takes him a minute but he tightens his arms around me as he whispers. “I'm sorry… I know how hard that was for you and I just want you to know that I'm so proud of you. I take back every word I said to you, You are not a coward Y/n, you’re the strongest person I know.” He ends that sentence by placing a kiss on the side of my head. Oh my god, he just kissed me. I'm sure it was just a friendly kiss. “You think so?” I whisper back, hope glimmering in my eyes. “I know so. You’ve gone through so much, Y/n. I’ve never been more proud of somebody else before. Just know…you could never be a burden to me, Y/n. I love you so much and I care for you so deeply, you can come to me always. I could be anywhere, I could be at a concert and I'd still drop everything to come see you” He looks down at me with his infamous boyish grin.  I smile back at him as I finally feel my tears dry up. “You love me?” I whisper in disbelief, how is this possible? He loves me back. He nods his head as he replies with a voice so soft that it puts clouds to shame

“More than anything.”

(A/n: Omg I worked my ass off on this one. I hope that you enjoyed it 🤭 the next part is gonna be the last one (don’t take my word on it cause I’m indecisive) anyways, thank you for reading, I LOVE U 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩💋😽)

Tags: @guccifrog @junnniiieee07

[heich0e]

been writing something that has actually become something for once and i just wanna show it to someone eventually but i have like no friends on here and im scared ill post it and it will just go unread UGH how do u deal with that like how did you go about posting your writing for the first time

hi friend!! this is so exciting!! i'll be honest, this is sort of a loaded question—and i have a pragmatic somewhat callous answer AND an empathetic one that both exist at the same time and aren't mutually exclusive.

the reality is: when you post the thing that you've been working on, and that you're proud of, people might not read it. or less people may read it than the amount of pride you feel for it seems to deserve. and that sucks, it really really does, but it could happen. no one HAS to read what anyone writes, and it's hard for new writers/new fics to break through the very saturated landscape of fan created content to find the right audience. that doesn't mean it's impossible, or not worth doing, but it's important going into it that you don't tie the value of your art to the number of eyes that see it. it's worth something because it's yours!!

my second answer is that it's not wrong to want to share the thing you made with other people. it's not wrong or selfish to want other people to like it and tell you why they like it, or to use your art as a catalyst to connect with people. art has always been a very social part of human existence. it's something that was largely always meant to be shared. i've written fic for a long time but never posted it because it was just a silly thing i would do in my spare time because i had stories i wanted to put into words. when i did post my first fic, i didn't have any kind of community/following that i expected to support it. i just did it because i liked what i was writing, and thought maybe other people would like it too. but i didn't write it for the PURPOSE of people reading it, if that makes sense. i'm not a blueprint or an expert or qualified to give advice, but i think this worked for me. i didn't post it because i expected or needed people to read it, but rather i hoped they would. i think if you write something because you're passionate about it, and at the end of the day you're reconciled to the reality that it might take time for people to find it (if at all,) it will all work out. but please don't get discouraged if it's not what you expected—keep writing, and growing, and sharing for your own sake.

sorry if this is a disaster answer, i don't quite know how to express what i'm trying to say here. creating art (of any kind) is a very personal and vulnerable thing, and i truly hope from the bottom of my heart that if this is something you love and are proud of that it works out for you—whatever that might mean.

[slasherhaven]

Hihi! How are you?

Since im a slut for cliches could i get some hcs of slashers reacting to their s/o (who never said i love you) saying "because i love you" in the middle of an argument? 😳🙏

The Slashers reacting to their S/O saying “I love you” for the first time during an argument:

Thomas Hewitt 

The argument probably stemmed from his frustration about his own feeling for you. Thomas doesn’t like fighting, especially with you, but everyone has moments were they let their frustration get better the better of them. He had been a little cold and distant, and that had been the reason for your argument. He knew that he loved you but just never thought that you could feel the same, he was angry at himself and he took that out on you. Which he would instantly regret.

He loves you too, so much, and he is so sorry. As soon as the words leave your mouth, Thomas freezes and his eyes widened. At first he thought that he had imagined it but he definitely didn’t. He instantly calms down because he can’t stay mad at anything when you’ve just confessed your love for him. He’s very apologetic for having argued with you in the first place and is quick to tell you that he loves you too.

Michael Myers

It earns you a glare. The look he gives you instantly shuts you up. Your confession had been accidental and now you worried that you had said the wrong thing and made him even angrier. In a way you did. He wasn’t angry at you exactly, he was angry with himself, and angry about the effect that you and your words had on him.

It ends the argument but he’s going to need some time to process. He’ll just leave, admittedly leaving you wondering if he was alright or if he was coming back at all. But he just needs a moment alone to process your confession, his own feelings, and what that means for him. He’ll return soon enough, not exactly apologetic but he isn’t angry anymore, he’ll even let you fuss over him when he gets back if you’re worried. Unsurprisingly, he doesn’t say anything. It’s hard to tell how he feels about what you said but he was still here, so that was a good sign.

Jason Voorhees 

Jason hates arguing but it happens to everyone. Jason really hates arguing but he’s a person just like you and everyone argues at some point. He just already feels back about it, but then you had to go and tell him that you love him? Now he feels even more guilty because he feels that he’s been terrible to you, even if that is far from the truth.

Your words are both heart-warming and reassuring. Jason just melts when you tell him that you love him, even if it was with a sense of anger and frustration. You still said it and you still meant it. He also finds it reassuring because this just proves that even when you argue, you still love him. It’s fair to say that he isn’t mad anymore, he just wants to hold you. He’s very apologetic for the argument and expresses that he loves you too, so so much.

Brahms Heelshire 

Love is certainly away to calm Brahms down. Arguing with Brahms is a nightmare because he doesn’t listen and he feels a whole lot, so when he’s angry it’s difficult to bring him back down. But normally the best way to do this is hugging him, showing him some affection. This time, you had accidently confessed your love in the heat of the moment. And, well...that worked. He instantly paused and looked at you with widened eyes. All he wants if for you to love him, so he really hopes that you meant it and you weren’t just getting him to shut up. This isn’t how he thought he’d first hear those words from you but that’s okay.

“Did you mean it?” Brahms’ anger has completely left his voice, replaced with vulnerability. When you tell him that you did mean it, he’s wrapping his arms around you and burying his face either in your neck or in your hair. He loves you too! You’re almost in shock about how fast his attitude changed, but of course you return his embrace.

Bo Sinclair 

Well, it definitely shut him up. Arguments with Bo are pretty common, he often lets his anger get the best of him, but you had never found a way to get him to just shut up. This did it. As soon as he processed the words you just said, he froze, looking at you with an unreadable expression.

“You really know how to pick your moments, don’t you?” that’s his way of telling you that he’s not mad anymore, that this argument is over, and he loves you too. But you never expected him to sincerely return the sentiment just yet, you knew it was something he struggled with. But he sighed, pulling you towards him, and kissing the top of you head. How about the two of you just forget about all that nastiness now?

Vincent Sinclair

Now he feels extra guilty about the argument. He already feels guilty whenever the two of you argue or whenever you seem upset about something. But now that you just told him that you love him, he feels even worse for making you feel bad and arguing with you.

He loves you too! He’s extra gentle and affectionate with you to make up for the argument, telling you that he’s sorry and that he loves you too. So, so, much. Expect a lot of cuddling after that, he just needs to hold you, comfort you and be comforted by you. He knows that the two of you will move past this easily, and he’s thankful for that.

Lester Sinclair 

It’s then that he realises he was taking out his frustration on you. He had a bad day, arguing with his brothers, and he hadn’t realised he was taking it out on you until you let it slip that you loved him. He instantly realised that he had messed up and wanted to make it better.

“Aw hell, I love you too. I’m sorry” Lester apologised, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck. He really does feel bad. All he wants is to give you a hug and a kiss now but he knows that he had probably upset you and doesn’t want to do anything else wrong. But as soon as you hug him, he’s holding you close and kissing the top of your head. He won’t let this happen again, he’s so sorry.

Bubba Sawyer 

Arguments with Bubba are rare but everyone argues at some point. Oh he hates arguing so much, he hates confrontation of any kind, but he hates it even more when it’s with you. He hates that he feels the need to argue with you and he hates that he’s upsetting you. He just doesn’t know how to make it better either. Any anger or frustration that he did feel disappears when you blurted out “because I love you!”

Your words are met with surprise, and then a hug. He doesn’t care if you’ve just been arguing. Once he’s processed your words, he’s pulling you into a tight embrace and he babbles out apologies and his own confession of love. In his mind, everything is okay now, you can both move past one silly argument.

Billy Lenz

Billy freezes in surprise. Billy has moments when he can let his anger get the better of him but he usually goes to spend sometime alone when he’s feeling overwhelmed with emotion. This time it had started an argument though. Billy doesn’t take shouting well at all so you tried to not snap, advising him to just take some time and give himself some space. But he just kept going, eventually you did snap but saying “-because I love you, Billy!” It instantly makes him freeze, the raised voice nothing bothering him as much as it normally would because he was too focused on the actual words.

“Billy loves you too. Billy’s sorry” he knows that he should have gone off to calm down, he can’t blame you for finally snapping a little at him. But he loves you too and makes sure to tell you that as he pulls you into a clingy hug...he won’t be letting you go for a little while. He just went through a lot of emotions in a very short amount of time.

Asa Emory (The Collector) 

Doesn’t seem as surprised as you’d expect. Of course he already suspected how you felt for him, just from how you behaved and looked at him. So, your words don’t surprise him but the way that you’re finally confessing your feelings does a little. Of all moments, you chose an argument to blurt that out? It’s almost amusing.

Ends the argument. Asa collects himself and approaches you, cupping your cheek in his hand. It’s alright now, he understands. It’s always a little scary how he can go from threatening to comforting (or the other way around), but you appreciate it right now.

Jesse Cromeans (Chromeskull)

He’s infuriating. Arguments with Jesse are absolutely infuriating. Normally he will just tell you how he feels, what his problem is, and then give you the silent treatment. That is, until you make him snap and he actually starts arguing with you properly, he get’s really frustrated is he can’t express himself fast enough, whether he’s using the phone or sign language, so he gets in a really bad mood. But finally you snap, accidently telling him that you love him, he’s pretty quick to collect himself. He needs to handle this better, he knows that.

He doesn’t want to be arguing anymore, especially now. It’s time to actually talk to each other properly, to apologise and work through it, because he loves you too. And he’ll tell you that.

Otis Driftwood 

“Why did you have to go and say a thing like that?” You had just been screaming at each other and now you’re telling him that you love him, even if it was accidental. He wants to stay mad but this made that difficult for even him.

He’s more focused on your confession than his anger now. God, he hates the effect you have on him. He hates that he can’t even be mad at you right now. But more than any of that, he loves you too. Hell, he knows that. And you really love him, you just told him so. He can’t even remember what the argument was about now, it was probably something stupid though. He’s still pretty grumpy as he puts an end to the argument, not actually apologising but you get the message. He’s more interested in hearing more about how you love him.

Baby Firefly 

She’s goes from angry to smiling, fast enough to give you whiplash. All anger just fades away because this is so much more interesting, she can be pretty erratic at the best of times, you’re getting used to it. Any arguments with her end pretty fast.

“Well why didn’t you just say so!” if that’s why you’re so worried about her and why this whole argument is happening, you should have just said something and all of this could have been avoided. She loves you too, silly!

Yautja (Predator) 

You’re arguing with him because you’re concerned for him? You had been arguing about him going on a dangerous hunt, you were worried about him getting hurt and he took it as an insult. Humans are still a little confusing to him, the way he saw it was that you didn’t think he could to it and that you were questioning his abilities, which obviously wasn’t the case at all. You just cared about him because you were in love with him, and that’s what you told him, it just slipped out.

Oh, little human, why didn’t you just tell him that? Like I said, he’s still getting used to all the confusing complexities that come with being human but he’s learnt what love means. He’s learnt that he has those feelings for you, he just hadn’t had a word for that feeling until now. He realises that your concern comes from a feeling of love and protectiveness rather than underestimating him, and that warms his heart. He tells you that he loves you too and promises that he’s going to be okay on this hunt, everything was going to be just fine.

[gale-gentlepenguin]

ML Ficlet: Nothing changed

It was unnaturally cold for this time of year. That is what the crimson heroine thought to herself as she dashed across the rooftops in the city of love.

She landed on the roof that was their usual meet up point.

"Just in time My Lady." Chat noir purred. "Looks like you are keeping your promise about not missing our patrols."

Ladybug wished she could be in a happier mood. She was questioning whether she should even tell him about what she did.

"Ladybug? You in there?" Chat noir inquired. "I called you my Lady again and you didn't correct me?"

His question snapped Ladybug back to the present.

"Huh? Oh, right sorry." She apologized.

"A lot on your mind?"

"You could say that."

"Do you want to talk about it? Or is it guardian stuff?"

Ladybug decided she would tell him after patrol tonight, she didn't want the mood to be soured over this.

She takes his hand.

"We can talk later. But first, Paris needs protecting." She smiled sweetly. The cat felt a faint blush on his cheeks. But the feeling faded when he realized she had taken off.

"Oh! So thats how you want to play." Chat noir smiled.

The two teens patrolled the city from above. They made sure to protect several food stands... in case an akuma was Hangry. Making time to take photos. They even comforted a girl after a bad date, preventing an akuma in the making.

It had been awhile since Chat noir was able to enjoy a patrol with Ladybug like this. She wasn't so high strung trying to force herself to have fun or so quick to get out. It was like nothing had changed. Perhaps Ladybug had finally found a good balance, he hoped that was the case.

Though as soon as it started, the patrol was at an end. Chat noir wishing it could have went on forever.

"Well sadly while the night is young, we must part." Chat noir acted out like a thespian. Using over dramatic hand gestures to exemplify his 'Heartbreak.'

"Silly kitty." Ladybug let out a sigh and light giggle. Oh how it was music to his ears.

"Well good night bugaboo. I will dream of you." He teased.

Ladybug's expression went grim.

"Wait a second."

Chat noir stopped himself from leaping.

"Yes My... yes Ladybug?"

Chat noir could tell that the mood had shifted. He had gotten better at reading her emotions and it was clear she was going to say something serious. He put away the mental clown nose.

"I... I need to tell you something important." Ladybug spoke. Her words holding much more weight with each passing second.

"Look Ladybug... if this is too much you don't have to tell me. I know that..."

"No, I need to tell you this. Even if it hurts." Ladybug interrupted. Her voice shook in that moment.

The air blew much colder to the cat.

"Okay, what is it?"

Chat noir prepared for some sort of verbal punch. Whatever it was, he was sure he could take it.

"I told someone my identity."

He was wrong. It was like he had the air knocked out of him. That couldn't be right. There was no way she would.... right?

"I'm sorry Ladybug. I think I must of misheard what you said. Cause it sounded like you said you told someone your secret identity." He tried to make light of it. His body shaking as he forced a Cheshire grin.

"You didn't. I told someone who I am under the mask."

His heart felt like it was dropped off the roof of the building they were standing on.

"You mean someone forced you to tell them? Cause we can track them down and fix it."

"I told someone, of my own free will, who I am. I know that comes as a shock. You are right to feel mad."

The cat hero looked at her, his expression became unreadable.

"Mad? You think I would be mad about this?" His voice trying to so hard to maintain calm when every part of his heart feels like he is being stabbed. "I am hurt, that you would think that."

"It wasn't something I did to hurt you. I just felt the pressure of everything... and I couldn't.... I couldn't bear it alone." Ladybug answered. She was not happy with this. She knew chat noir would feel hurt, but she never expected this.

Chat noir took a deep breath. He would ease himself. He needed to be rational. Ladybug was being honest with him. She could have just kept it from him. He needed to understand how hurt she must feel about all of this. Even if this felt like his heart was being dissected, he would not make Ladybug feel worse about this. He would try to be understanding.

"Okay... I understand. Fu had Marianne. Its okay that you would tell someone."

Ladybug eased a bit, the cat seemed to be coming around.

"It wasn't something I wanted to do. I know how much this must sting hearing this."

This felt so condescending to the black cat. And that was the last straw.

"No. Not at all. I mean sure I want nothing more in life then to know who my closest friend and crime fighting partner is. And sure, I completely hated the rule with a passion that could rival the desire shadow moth has for our miraculous. But I stuck to it because, hey, it was for the sake of Paris and it made sure we could stay safe from the crazy super villain. It made sense, and even though I wanted to tell one person who I love who I am, I couldn't risk it. Even though it ruined the relationships I had, I endured. I did it because, Ladybug was counting on me. I did it because even though it was killing me internally, Ladybug was bearing the same burden! It was us against the world! I could endure it with her! I guess that was a lie too!"

Chat noir took a breath.

"Chatton..."

"Im not done." He snapped. His smile had vanished, showing a nasty snarl.

Ladybug felt herself step back. The ferocity of that statement triggered a long suppressed fear. Something she wished she would never see again. The reason why she didn't want him to find out her identity. She saw the anger of Chat Blanc.

Chat noir noticed the fear on ladybug's face, and the tears forming in her eyes. He had gone too far. His anger replaced with horror at what he had done.

"Wait... Ladybug... That was too far."

"No... you're right to be mad. I broke your trust. I forced you to agree to things you hated and then I broke the rule I set. I just... I couldn't take it. So I know I am being selfish to expect you to take it in stride. You don't deserve this. I would understand if you hate me and want to quit..."

Chat noir hugged her. Catching the red heroine off guard.

"This isn't your fault. Yes I'm mad. I am also hurt and feel betrayed... but I don't hate you."

"You don't?"

"I couldn't hate you Ladybug. Its not like I've been the perfect partner. I've screwed up too. But you still want me around right?" Chat noir answered.

"I don't think I could be ladybug without you."

Chat noir felt his emotions ease.

"And I couldn't be Chat noir without you."

He releases the hug.

They stood in silence for a few minutes. Both taking calming breaths. They wanted to ensure they were both able to continue talking without a potential akuma risk.

"So, you told someone because you needed someone to talk to because being the guardian along with other stuff was too much for you to handle quietly. " Chat noir asked calmly.

"Yes, that is what happened."

"It was better you told someone then just suffered alone. I wanted to be your support... but I understand that its dangerous right now if I know who you are and vice versa." Chat noir continued.

"I know its hard to accept..."

"No no, lets not try and ease it. I will accept it over time. I just want you to know that its okay that you did that. I want you to know that despite how much it hurt, I am glad you told me now. Finding this out... that might have hurt so much worse. It would have felt like nothing changed from back then."

Ladybug knew he was referring to how master fu had kept her from tell him about things. How he was left in the dark? She hated that period of her life.

"When this is over, when Hawkmoth is done. I swear we can reveal our identities to each other. We can even go catch a movie."

Chat noir smiled a bit.

"I would like that."

In the end, Chat noir was still hurt by this, but he knew how to take a bit of pain. He would move past it, he and Ladybug would still be partners. He still love her dearly. Nothing changed.

[diavolosthots]

DARK DECEPTION CHAPTER 12

READ CHAPTER 11 HERE

Warnings: mentions of rape, non-con, kidnapping, usage of sleeping drugs

Pairing(s): Diavolo x F!reader, the brothers, lucifer x F!reader

Authors note: im fucking pissed at Solmare and Diavolo right now so I decided to continue this and give Diavolo some much deserved pain.

You hated him. You hated him so much. He was so confusing, too, which makes you feel even worse. One moment he’s ordering you around like the little puppy that he believes you are, and the next you’re in his arms and he’s comforting you. It messed with your emotions and your head and you didn’t know if you wanted more of it or to lock yourself away. At this rate, even Cerberus’ slobber was better than being tossed around like that, but you wouldn’t dare say that out loud because Diavolo would actually take you back down there if he was given the chance, no remorse or guilt evident. After last night, part of you even believed that he only did this for show, to gain your trust and then beat it back down. You hated how he felt, but you hated even more how much your body seemed to enjoy it. He wasn’t ugly to look at either, so seeing him on top of you, you couldn’t even be disgusted by it, not fully at least. “I’ll never love you!” You winced at the memory, feeling the sting from the slap he delivered right after your words. If only someone actually cared about that. 

Right now, your bed was empty and it reminded you on the first night you slept together with him, where he forced himself on you, and then left you alone in an unfamiliar room the next morning. You didn’t need to get up to know that the room door was locked, much like it had been the first night, but you did need to get up to try and wash yourself. You had long given up on the crying; tears only spurted him on and gave him a reason to further break you. Instead, you started to feel numb. The angels never came to save you, no matter how much you prayed to them, and you started to believe that God couldn’t give two flying feathers about you. Sadly, you couldn’t turn to the Devil in his absence. You didn’t even know where Diavolo was right now; at least in the beginning, he’d be so kind to tell you he was in his office or off with Barbatos somewhere, you know, anything. Should you know where he was right now? A good wife knows where her husband is, no? But then again, this wasn’t a normal marriage. 

You allowed yourself to fill up the bathtub with hot water and plenty of bubbles. Your legs ached, your abdomen ached, and you could feel his leftover cum drip from between your legs. Part of you didn’t care anymore, but another part was, thankfully, still disgusted by the action and rational enough to get in the tub to try and wash it off. If there was one thing that you thoroughly enjoyed about this castle, as silly as it sounds, it was this giant gold bathtub, that seemingly swallowed you up and let you hide beneath the bubbles. The hot water brought relaxation to your sore muscles and the bubbles just made you happy; just a little bit of happiness in a world God has long forgotten. “I’m sorry…” You apologized to yourself, washing over your body as gently as you could while still getting rid of anything he left on you the night before. You owed your body, your soul, yourself that apology… it helped you think straight. You also spoke it to Lucifer, silently, for lying to him, for leaving him, for not giving him the chance to help you, although you doubted that he truly could. 

“I accept your apology.” Your body immediately stiffened at his voice, but you refused to turn your head, keeping your hands moving by continuing to wash yourself. Diavolo, for whatever reason, was so certain that you’re just not broken enough yet to fully submit yourself to a husband, specifically him. That’s what last night was about, a struggle to prove his reign over you and sadly, momentarily, he had won. You didn’t speak back to him, keeping your eyes on your hands’ movements in hopes that he would soon get bored and leave again. What is it with him always barging in when you’re in the bathroom? “No Good Morning? Where are your manners?” He chuckled, although you knew better than to believe it, knowing that he was annoyed already. He positioned himself behind you, pinking up the sponge to clean over your back, but honestly you were just thankful that he didn’t try to join you in the bath. There was space between you right now, and although it was just the rim of the bathtub, and honestly not that much, it brought you some sort of comfort. 

“I won’t be here today,” then why is he? “I’m sure you enjoy that,” you do, “but Michael scheduled a meeting with me.” Michael? “You know of Michael, do you not?” Yes, but you don’t like the way this is going, “I’d love to have you there. As the Queen, My Queen, you should be there, but he insisted on it just being us,” what a bummer, “that’s why I’m sad to announce that you’ll be here for your day. I made sure to have Barbatos ready to comply with your every request and need, “ how wonderful. The shady butler. “I hope that’s to your liking.” You felt him move again, presumably standing back up, but his eyes were still on you, “can I at least have a good morning?” It almost seemed normal right there. Just a regular couple trying to make up after a regular couple’s fight, but this isn’t a regular couple thing, so you shook your head. Diavolo grew angry, but he opted for a sigh instead, reminding you, “this could all be easy on you, yet you choose to make it more difficult. I can’t keep giving you a warning and let you get away. Think about your actions before you force me to do something both of us will regret.” You hated the thought of something even worse happening, but you still didn’t dare look at him, only slightly turning your head instead. 

“Good morning… have a good day….” The words sounded forced, even a bit scared, but Diavolo smiled at them, ever so softly, and then he moved back closer again, turning your head a bit with his hand, forcing you to look up at him, “was that so hard?” Yes. He leaned in to kiss your head softly, not your lips, just a loving kiss to the forehead, that once again, almost felt too normal, too nice. “Have a good day as well.” He didn’t push it. He didn’t force anything else. He left it at that and then he left completely, leaving you alone in the bathtub, in the bathroom, in the castle, with only yourself as a companion. “Michael, huh…? Wonder if he ever heard my prayers…”

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Lucifer waited. He waited a long time, asking Beel to go in first. Honestly the whole plan was absurd and he doubted he could pull it off on many occasions. Barbatos was everywhere and even with the spell he placed on himself and Leviathan, everyone else was in danger. Leviathan managed to spy out the castle by hacking into the cameras and they were incredibly lucky when they saw Diavolo leave, albeit by himself which meant that Barbatos was still inside and presumably watching your every move. That’s why they send Beel. He could easily disguise himself as wanting some of Barbatos’ food and Lucifer watched as the younger managed to slip inside the castle’s walls. Of course, none of the others were actually at the castle yet; that’d be too risky. They send Beel ahead while they watch from the safety of Levi’s computers, making sure everything goes according to plan. 

“What are you doing here, Beelzebub? Tea?” Beel nodded happily, holding his hand to grab the cup from Barbatos, quickly thinking of a fool proof reason. “I know you’re busy… but at the buffet, you know, during the wedding, you had these crab cakes…” “You want me to make you some, don’t you?” Beel blushed softly, nodding while taking a sip of his tea, “yes please… I can’t stop thinking about them. Everything you make is delicious, but I think that was my favorite.” Barbatos actually found himself smiling. Beel was always one of his favorite test tasters because although the demon liked everything, he still gave really good feedback. “Very well. I just delivered breakfast to the Queen so I have some free time before lunch. Perhaps she will enjoy them as well if we make her some.” Beel’s eyes seemed to sparkle and he quickly nodded, “you’ll let me help? May I come with you when you deliver them?” Barbatos eyes Beelzebub for a while, thinking about his request before walking over to the fridge to get the ingredients out, “yes and no. You can help me, but My Lord is currently not at home and thus I can’t allow anyone else near the Queen. You understand, don’t you?” It was a bummer, to say the least, but Beel knew that he actually couldn’t see you anyway. He’s supposed to keep Barbatos distracted. “You may write a note, though.” and that was all he needed. 

While Beel did his best to keep Barbatos occupied, Lucifer and the rest were on the move. Even Satan helped out willingly and Belphegor finally arose from his slumber to help Lucifer out with this. They all missed you more than you could imagine so teaming up for them was a no brainer. You meant a lot to all of them. “Oh this is so exciting!!” “You think we can sell her ring?” “We need to watch out for the guards outside.” Only the last one really mattered to Lucifer. Perks of having wings is that you could fly. Downside was that the brothers without wings had to be carried. He currently carried Leviathan and only because the third born had access to the cameras on his DDD. “I know a blindspot to the castle. None of the guards go there. The old King, Diavolo’s father, used to take his torture games back there and none of the guards particularly like it.” Levi nodded, turning his head to look up at Lucifer, “good good...you think this is a good idea?” Lucifer looked down at Levi, his face unreadable, “no, but I have to get her out of there.” 

It was hard to fly as a group and not get spotted but somehow, by some form of miracle, they managed to land on the castle’s roof, crawling around to find the balcony connected to Diavolo’s chambers, where he knew you’d be at. For once in a few millennia, he silently prayed that Beel is keeping Barbatos busy so they have enough time, “you’re good to go in…” Levi looked at him worriedly, and even Satan shot him a quick glance that held something more than disapproval. All of them were worried, not just for you, but also for Lucifer. One wrong move and he could get caught, and sadly, no matter how close Diavolo likes to pretend they are, this wouldn’t end well for him. “Thank you… I trust you have my back.” Lucifer knew he could rely on them. Whenever it came down to it, his brothers were loyal and protective, just as he is to them. With that in mind, and fear in his heart, he dared open the balcony windows. 

Immediately, a strong smell of your scent along with Diavolo’s entered his nostrils and he both loved and hated it. He missed you, a lot more than he allows himself to admit. Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out a cloth, laced with drugs to keep you quiet and unconscious while he and his brothers do the rest. He hated doing this, truly, but he can’t risk doing anything wrong, not with this, not when it comes to you. Sounds are coming from the bathroom and for a moment he feared Diavolo was still around, but it was just your sweet voice he heard. His heart ached; he hated this. “I’m sorry, Darling…. Please forgive me…” he’s whispering to himself, finding the courage to make his way to the door and slowly open it. 

Steam from the bathroom along with your cent and the sight of your naked body met him and he’s quick to hold the cloth up to your nose. You struggled, obviously scared, but he wraps his arms tightly around you, “ssh… it’s okay.” “Lu!.....” the drugs worked quick and he silently thanked them for it, wrapping his coat around your naked body before draining the tub and turning off the light, trying to make it seem like you either did something dumb or left willingly. Lucifer couldn’t look at you too long, the pain bearing too much. So, he picked you up swiftly and flew out, motioning for the rest of his brothers to follow quickly after, leaving the balcony doors open. 

Lucifer knew that what he had just done was far beyond what Belphegor did, far beyond treason against the now King. This was life threatening, this was unimaginable suffering, but most of all,

this was a call for war.

[us-ugay]

ok so besties was attempting 2 think more about the king amelia queen arthur AU n like what im running into is issues w making it unique enough to be entertaining without falling into the same storyline i see w us*uk cardverse stuff (which not 2 say its bad i have the opposite problem i love that sort of slap stick “””enemies””” to lovers “oh we get under each others skin so easily but only cuz we wanna bone” storyline)

so maybe i was thinking instead i try to lean more on amelia playing up the dumb blonde trope to hide the fact that shes actully v super calculating and trying to fake it till she makes it w being a commoner being suddenly thrust into the kingship? like not 2 get 2 philiophical n nerdy but while yeah, theres always a glimmer of true self in the false self and while amelia usually loves to be carefree and happy and not pay attention thts what she /wants/ to be as opposed to her more intellectual nature and to avoid any outright criticism of being a bad leader for shit shes done? well thats just what happens when you got a giggly lil bimbo on the throne its not because /amelia/ is bad at ruling teehee :-)

and thats not to say shes even a bad leader! i like to think amelias someone who can learn p quickly when thrown into the deep end so even if she plays off all her decisions as silly little whims, shes fairly good at the behind the scenes personal deliberations she puts into these things. the kingdom hasnt seemed to slip yet, so while people count her out as a good king, she’s definitely lasted longer than expected before driving everything to ruin.

but thats the thing right? since shes shielded herself from actual criticism through the ditz persona shes also shielded herself from genuine praise since everytime a move turns out good and avoids war/economic collapse/wtf ever, people both nobleman and commoner alike just think either it was just plain luck or people felt sorry for her or the advisors were working overtime to impliment her stupid ideas. amelia threw herself into the kingship because she knew shed be competing against centuries of former, blue blooded and educated kings, and shes rapidly burning herself out since she cant be open and genuine with anyone around her and shes becoming quite miserable. but being miserable doesnt mesh well with the identity she made, so she keeps quiet and masked up

then you have arthur. i already talked about how i think itd be interesting that arthur assumed he would become the king, since it was rather common for those born into the royalty to get the mark of the king. the king deals with all external issues and the king is the one that deals with foreign diplomacy, trade and war. he studied for /years/ to learn the intricacies of the other kingdoms and prepped and primed himself to take up the mantle.....

just for this unread ditzy little peasant to steal the position from him. it kills him because hes angry, so fucking angry that his life long assumption fell through and hes absolutely more qualified to take the kingship, but also at the end of the day he just assumed, so he’s also angry with himself. but goddamn it it doesnt stop him from seething with rage when this idiot new king just giggles and proclaims “oh well if theyre being mean to us we should just throw a big party to get them to like us teehee :-)” goddamn it, the only reason the king of hearts didnt outright declare war at the hearts/spades diplomatic ball and reception is because she was throwing herself at the king and queen of hearts the whole night. the spades kingdom has lost their damn place of authority and power in this world goddamit.

but also, the fates act for a reason right? he feels guilty for being angry when this was destiny the whole time. the queen takes care of the internal politics and relations with making a better life for the average citizen. he’s woefully unprepared for this role. he’s grown up in the castle his whole life and wouldn’t know the first thing about what a commoner would think. he is plagued with the nagging feeling that maybe the fates messed up. amelia would know what the common man thinks, and he would know how to deal with the foreign powers right? but he feels even more guilt since its blasphemous to even question the fates and destiny.

so hes torn between being so fucking angry and being so wrapped up in guilt that he cant even stand to look at amelia. yes, theyre “married” but only because thats whats required of them. no one expects the king and queen to be in love, and its only a marriage for figurative and political reasons. they keep their own separate wings of the palace, and he only goes to talk with her whenever its 100% necessary in order to secure something for the domestic political scene.

on a professional level, he maintains his standing and image of being the utmost professional. while of course he was mocked for losing the title of king to a commoner, he will be damned if hes not the best queen to serve the kingdom. he has the education and training to deal with the rival kingdoms, surely he can settle simple trade disputes between the rural areas and the cities. and sure, while he still doesnt know how to interact with the common folk, he is effecient and capable on paper and within the overarching economic stage.

no one needs to know just how goddamn upset he is about his title of queen outside of his most closest advisors. im sure yao is more than done with arthurs comments and questions about how the foreign relations are going, but arthurs so removed from all of that from the day to day he just needs to have someone telling him how bad the kingdom has fallen in the eyes of the world right?

anyways, backstory and build up aside, i really dont know where to go from here. of course theyre both on the precipice of cracking and something has to give so they can see what the other is actually about. but, idk man i dont necessarily want it to be some melodrama with like war or something but also the only way to get these eggs to open up is to crack them under pressure 🌚 so im sure we can figure out something 🤷🏼‍♀️ anyways, and as much as amelia is feeling the pressure to keep up appearances and be aloof, and as much as arthur is an angry jealous and vengeful little fucker, i also wanna make them actually have a reason to like each other since if i gonna be doing a boy/girl story i dont wanna fall into the same tired ass “boy and girl hate each other 🤨 oh whoops they now love each other with no build up because this is how being hetero works :-)” trope. its not fun to read about and its not fun to think about :/ i mean im sure amelia, being amelia, is already stupid attractive so even if arthur is angry he still cant resist coping a look every once in a while and for arthur? i mean he was the crowned fucking prince and even if his eyebrows are goofy thick amelia still cant help but swoon a little whenever they interact cuz holy shit /thats the crowned prince/. itd be like having to live and work with a good looking and suave celebrity cuz even if they have an entirely professional and working relationship with you, holy shit i just gave business notes to fucking chr*s ev*ns or wtf ever

[whosaskingwrites]

Forever Is A Long Time (Akaashi x Reader)

A/N: I'm alive. And finally starting my soulmate one-shots. 😔 sorry if you've been waiting for these i wanted to get the angst ones done first. Also im almost at 100 followers which means ill be having a follower special soon! So be ready for that. Anyway have a good day!

Date: Tuesday, November 24th, 2020

Details: 6.3 pages 2,308 words

Theme: Red String- There is a red string tied around your ring finger that connects you to your soulmate. It becomes visible when you are close to each other. You can also tug on the string so your soulmate feels it. When far you only see it as a red ring around your finger.

Warnings: cursing. Barely implied sexual stuff its just one sentence and its nothing explicit.

Soulmate masterlist

For as long as I could remember I had a pale red ring around my finger. I never asked questions about it since I knew what it was. My soulmate was out there somewhere but I was never curious about them.

I would have been but my mom stressed to me that I needed to be successful. Not worrying about some silly soulmate so I did. Every thought about my soulmate was pushed to the back of my mind and I slowly forgot about them. My friend Hinata always tried to get me to find them but I denied.

I ended up becoming the manager for the MSBY Black Jackals. I considered it the perfect job I wasn't as successful as my mom wanted me to be but I was happy with what I was doing.

I was always busy so my soulmate had never crossed my mind. My days were spent corraling Bokuto and Hinata while keeping Atsumu away from Sakusa's stuff. The rest of the team members like Meian and Barnes didn't need watching but they also never helped me.

Today was no different of course. Well unless you counted the fact that it was the Black Jackals versus the Schweiden Adlers. Hinata was bouncing around in excitement and Bokuto wasn't much better. Currently I was helping Sakusa fix his knee pads deciding to let Hinata be excited this once.

"Y/N!" I jumped throwing a hand over my heart as I stood up. I looked at Bokuto who was staring at me eyes wide. "Don't do that Bo!" I yelled smacking him on the back of the head. "Owww sorry it's just your hand!" I looked down at my hand and looked back up raising an eyebrow.

"What?" I asked in confusion Bokuto sighed reaching forward and raising my other hand. There around my ring finger was a thin red string. "Y/n's soulmate is here!?" Hinata yelled rushing over to see the string. "Oh cool I guess," I took my hand from Bokuto's grasp bringing it back down with a shrug.

"You're not excited about it?" Atsumu asked "Not really? Mom raised me to not worry about my soulmate so," I trailed off before I felt a strong tug on my hand. Looking down I noticed Hinata pulling on the string before someone pulled back.

I smacked his hand as he went to tug it again "quit doing that," I said moving to pick up my clipboard. "But thats how you find them! The stronger the tug the closer they are!" He shouted while I shook my head. "Hinata I'm not worried about my soulmate. The game is in 10 minutes so let's get you guys to the court," I stated looking at them.

"I don't get it how the hell are you Omi and Samu not interested in your soulmates!" Atsumu shouted as we left the changing room. "I'm just not big on the soulmate thing," I said with another shrug "I don’t really care if I find them or not," Sakusa added on with his own shrug.

"You guys are so boring! Y/n you're the first outta of the five of us to be close to your soulmate and you don't wanna meet them!?" Bokuto shouted in exasperation. "I dont see what the big idea is. I'm not interested in meeting my soulmate right now. Now go warm-up," I gently pushed the boys towards the court while I went to the bench. 

I shook my head as Hinata mouthed "Find them," at me. I sighed as I watched them feeling a gentle tug against my finger my eyes drifted to the red string before I cautiously tugged back. It brought an odd sense of comfort to feel every tug on the thread and it almost seemed like a habit for them to nervously tug the string.

My eyes shifted back to the court as the game started. My hand made notes that occasionally got messed up when a tug shook my hand. I quietly hummed when I realized they were trying to find me.

Halfway through the game the tugs had become annoying. They started hindering my writing the closer they got and the boys had most definitely noticed my annoyed state. They had come over for water and towel during a short timeout while I was finishing a note for Bokuto when my hand was suddenly tugged sharply to the side scratching a mark across the sentence id just written.

"Son of a bitch!" I quietly cursed though it was loud enough that the four boys heard me. "You alright Y/n?" Atsumu asked and I glared at him. The boys froze at the icy gaze.

"No I'm not okay. Everytime I try writing these damn notes my soulmate tugs on the fucking string and ruins it. I'm fed up with it and quite frankly I really don't want to meet them at this point," I stated angrily. "Come on Y/n its just notes-" my glare shifted to Hinata as he spoke causing him to shiver.

"Just notes? It is my job to write notes. If the notes are unreadable I have failed at my job and you know what these notes are?" I held up my clip board before slamming it back down on the bench. "Unreadable!"   I yelled before taking a breath. "Now finish your game boys and if you lose. Ill kill you," I sent them a threatening smile before they ran off to the court in fear.

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"I just don't get it man! How is she not excited!" I paused as I entered the shop. Hearing Bokuto yell as soon as I walked in. "I mean I get it. If my soulmate kept me from making Onigiri correctly I'd be mad," Osamu supplied waving to me as I walked in.

"Whats going on?" I asked looking at the guys Kuroo rubbed his forehead while Bokuto looked at me. "Please don't get him started on his damn manager again," Kuroo mumbled while Bokuto spoke up. "Hey Akaashi what's your idea of a soulmate?" I blinked at the sudden question "Someone who will be with you forever I guess," I said after I thought about it. 

"Our manager doesn't care about meeting her soulmate!" Atsumu yelled out throwing his hands up while Kuroo groaned. I came over and sat down across from Bokuto. "You guys are making a huge deal out of it," Sakusa said rolling his eyes.

"Well she should care! I can't believe she went home instead of celebrating just to fix her notes," Hinata stated with a huff. "What happened?" I asked my eyes flickering to Osamu when he placed a tray of onigiri down in front of me.

"Y/n's soulmate was at today's game! They even kept tugging on the string but she said she didn't care!" I paused as I processed Bokuto's words. I had been at the game when my string appeared. I tugged on it whenever I got nervous during the game.

I had eventually followed it during break only to discover it led me to the doors on court and suddenly it all made sense. "Oh," I said when I realized. "What?" Hinata questioned and I shook my head. "Nothing just...my string also showed up during the game," I stated looking back at Hinata. "Oh," he said but then his face lit up "oh!" He stood up suddenly and Bokuto joined him.

"Oh my god! You think-?" Bokuto trailed off excitedly looking at me. "You guys saying he's her soulmate?" Atsumu also stood up in excitement. While Kuroo sent me a look that screamed 'What have you done?' "Guys there was a lot of people at the game," Osamu said rolling his eyes.

"Yeah doesn't mean Y/n is his soulmate," Sakusa also said with an agitated sigh. Bokuto snapped his head over to me with a wide excited smile. "Did you follow the string?" He asked bouncing in his spot. "A little bit during break yes," I said as I automatically started playing with my fingers.

"And?" Hinata drawled out leaning towards me. "...It lead me to the doors leading on court," there was a brief moment of silence before the three boys started screaming. "Someone get her over here right now!" Atsumu shouted while Hinata pulled out his phone.

It went dead silent as he called the boys seemed to freeze in place staring at the phone that was on speaker. "What the hell do you want?" All four boys flinched at the angry tone and Kuroo shivered at it. "We think we found him Y/n!" Hinata excitedly yelled.

"Found who?" She asked in confusion causing Atsumu to sigh in irritation. "Your soulmate Y/n!" He yelled in exasperation. "Fascinating. I don't care," She had responded back in annoyance. "Y/n come on! Just come to Onigiri Miya please!" Bokuto begged his eyes got big as he stared at the phone.

"No. And don't throw puppy eyes at the phone I know you're doing it," Bokuto sighed when it didn't work frowning as he tried to figure out what to do. "Please Y/n! Five minutes! I'll do anything you want!" Hinata joined in with a frown. 

"I already said no. Now leave me alone or I block you," She stated before hanging up the phone. The three boys turned their gazes to me after staring blankly at the phone. I looked back at them slowly "...what?" I asked nervously before Atsumu smirked at me. 'Oh boy' I thought worriedly.

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'How the hell did I get here?' I thought as I stood infront of an apartment door. I assumed it was Y/n's since Bokuto had shoved me here and rang the bell. I was still getting my bearings when the door swung open revealing a girl with h/c hair and shiny e/c eyes.

She was wearing a black jackals hoodie and a pair of leggings. I noticed the red string trailed from her hand to mine confirming she was my soulmate. "Can I help you?" She asked with a sigh.

Her voice snapped me out of my reprieve and I gave her a shaky smile. "Hi um I think your my soulmate?" What I said came off as more of a question as she blinked at me. "Who are you?" She didn't check the string before she asked. Establishing that she wasn't lying on the phone she really didn't care. "Im Akaashi Keiji," I said holding out my hand.

She hummed as she took it shaking my hand as her eyes finally traced the string. "So. You're Bokuto's elusive friend and the one who made me ruin my notes," I flinched as she let go of my hand immediately going to play with my fingers.

"Sorry about that. I tugged on it whenever the game made me nervous," she was watching my hands before she suddenly reached out and took one. I froze at the unexpected move as she held my hand. "Sorry you were distracting me. Continue?" She asked as she laced her fingers with mine.

"I..um," I had lost my train of thought looking at the pale pink flush that had appeared on her cheeks. "A-anyway why are you against soulmates?" She shook her head at my question. "Im not it's just...my mom raised me to put finding my soulmate on the backburner and focus on my career so I did,"

She continued after a brief pause "She focused on her soulmate and ended up working as a waitress as her career. She wanted me to be successful and that meant no room for a soulmate," She shrugged like it was the most casual thing in the world to not care about a soulmate.

"So...Where does that leave me?" I questioned quietly while she hummed. "Depends...are you gonna ruin my notes again?" She asked with a small smile. I smiled back when I realized what she was implying. "Maybe. Maybe not. Depends on the day," She laughed as I spoke her eyes drifted to the side sparkling in mischief as she spotted something.

She leaned forward to whisper in my ear "Seems the three musketeers stayed to keep watch," She mumbled tilting her head as she pulled back. I turned my head slightly seeing Bokuto, Atsumu, and Hinata hiding around the corner. They were excitedly holding on to eachother and I shook my head looking back at her.

"Unfortunately," I supplied while she giggled. "Im sure you already know but my name is L/n Y/n," She said and I nodded confirming I did already know. Her eyes still held mischief as she leaned forward again. "I think we should give them something to watch," she whispered lowly.

My face flushed at the implication of what she said. "Y/n-," She cut me off with a kiss. They were soft and fit against mine perfectly much like her hand did. My eyes slipped closed as I kissed her back. I vaguely heard the screaming of the three guys.

She slid something into my free hand before pulling away. She smirked at me letting go of my other hand "Have fun with that," she threw a vague hand gesture to the boys before going inside and closing the door.

Looking down at my hand she had left a small white business card in my hand. Her number was stretched across the front and I pocketed it before walking away. As I got closer to the three guys I was suddenly tugged backwards and fell.

I looked at my hand to the string following it to see Y/n holding the string with a smile on her face. She winked at me before disappearing while I quietly chuckled.

'This was gonna be an adventure'

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[kwrittink]

Ties and Bounds

Pairing: Servant!Reader x Octopi Hybrid!Im Changkyun

Genre: Smut 

Warnings: language, multiple limbs, female oral, description of intercourse, mentions of choking

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It wasn't fear what you were feeling. It couldn't be, being where you were. You could hear his movements right outside the sliding door, and you tried to pretend to be asleep again, but your body wouldn't stop trembling.

"Curiosity killed the cat," he had once said, and perhaps he had been right but... Satisfaction brought it back, your mother would have told you, if she was still alive. You've always been curious of everything, but mainly about him, Yes, Changkyung was your Lord and the heir of the wealthiest family in the province - despite the mysterious aura surrounding the Im descendants, but he was also your best friend since childhood, the one boy that once approached you telling tales of the sea as if he had seen it from his wheelchair and that you've decided to serve forever, to keep your stolen heart closer.

It took a while to admit it even to yourself that you loved him. It wasn't prejudiced, your mother didn't raise you like that, but saying it would put the fact that it was nearly impossible to be reciprocated, for the hierarchy and his status wouldn't allow. Even more when you discovered the family secret.

One night as you were bathing, Changkyung came alone to the same lake you liked to use for such purposes - it was secluded and shallow, not very frequented for the always cold water - and at first, you wanted to rush and leave, but again, your curiosity got the better of you, and by a corner you stayed, sitting on the muddy lake floor, water covering up your mouth. How could he bathe alone in his condition? Wouldn't it ruin the wheelchair if he tried to go with it inside?

All these questions were swirling in your mind as you watched him undress from your hiding place, heart thrumming quickly inside your chest in anticipation. You've always thought him so beautiful and was unable to stop yourself from staring as he revealed himself fully. It was bad and dirty of you, but at least that image you wanted to commit to mind, his wide shoulders and strong chest, lean but swift arms and big hands, straight waist and strong core and-

Tentacles. Obsidian black, shiny, and soft-looking tentacles, just like from those animals merchants bring - squid or octopus, you weren't sure of the difference -, the ones you eat. The ones that were actually the symbol of the family. How silly of you to think that was just a weird cloud.

Smoothly Changkyun slid down the chair, dipping almost soundlessly in the lake, small sigh falling from his lips as the water covered his lower half. You watched, mouth threatening to gape and choke with water as he submerged himself fully, face illuminated by the moon slowly being swallowed by the clear body of liquid.

Something touched your foot underwater, and you could avoid a loud yelp, but your sudden small flailing did make a noise that warned the young heir of your presence. You tried to keep your head submerged for as long as you could, eyes shut tight and heart hammering on your chest, but a feeling of being stared at made you shudder, peeking your eyes open. Changkyun's silver eyes were staring right back at you from a distance, an unreadable expression in his face. You jerked back a little, unable to keep your gaze firm as your lungs ached for air.

By the short moment you stood straight on the lake and wiped the water from your eyes, Changkyun was gone. Vanished in an instant, the only sign he'd ever been there at all the large stain of black tint tainting the lake, as a means of distraction.

Changkyung never tried to deny it. He'd become more distant for a while as if watching your movements, expecting the outburst of horror, perhaps. Since you never brought it up and continued to serve and care for him as always - only now a little more aware of his true nature - the matter was dropped and you two decided to live as you always had. No, that's not true. There's only one thing that remains: the stares.

You'd never forget those eyes, the moon-colored irises that pinned you underwater like a little prey fish. Normally they were the wood-toned warm eyes you always thought Changkyun had but he was making sure you mind his true colors. His eyes would follow you everywhere once in his sight, heavy and full of untold words. It would make you so much aware of him that, even in your dreams you'd feel that gaze burning into you. Still, it wasn't fear what you felt.

It was yearning, raw, and pure need of him.

Regardless of how wrong would a normal person think it to be - how wrong could it be? To love someone so deeply and yearn for them? -, you needed him, and thought of Changkyun often, nights plagued by that beautiful temptation. You wondered how would his legs - maybe arms? - feel wrapped around your skin, squeezing and caressing you softly, how they would taste, where could they reach. You wanted to be tainted as the water of that lake, painted black and claimed by that man who in every other way owned you.

So as the door to your simple servant room slid open, you were so hyper-aware of his presence - the true presence of him shuffling on the hardwood floor - your body couldn't stop shuddering, awaiting his next actions. Your ears buzzed with the silence in that cubicle, the windless night outside doing nothing to conceal your heart pounding loudly in the chest.

"You're awake," he whispered, his deep voice so near your face but for some reason, you were hesitant on opening your eyes. Underneath the kimono wore as a blanket and inside the nightclothes, your body grew hot. "Look at me, Y/N."

Unable to disobey him, your lids snapped open, meeting Changkyung's crooked smile first, the one that always made him look boyish and mischievous, as he laid by your side. Then, like a charm, you met his molten mercury stare, so unnatural but so seductive. "Hi," he said then, hand reaching to touch your cheek.

"Hello my Lord," you swallowed dryly, voice rough and heavy with the sleep you never managed to have. At your addressing his eyes rolled in annoyance, having forbidden you from childhood to put him in a higher position when you two were alone. That made you smile, straightening up on the straw futon. You noticed the beautiful kimono he was wearing, dazzling black silk dotted with silver details, covering a layer of deep dark blue-hued to black, long enough to cover his... Only then your eyes fell on the mess of limbs behind and underneath him as he sat back, coiling and shining while moving aimlessly over the floor, almost hypnotizing. Your fingers itched to touch them.

"That glint in your eyes has been driving me insane, you know?" He muttered and realizing your little drifting off you snapped your gaze back to his face, cheeks feeling warm.

"I'm sorry Changkyun, it's nothing but a-awe for you I swear, didn't mean to stare-" as you explained, a single tentacle neared your face, breath hitching when it softly touched the tip of your nose. It was a little cold, but nothing as a finger would be if exposed to the chilly night air. As Changkyun saw nothing but deep desire in your face, his tentacle touched your cheek, this time stilling there, the skin as if on the brink of being slick.

"I'm well aware of the meaning you have towards these, my little prawn; I've heard your calling almost every night from my room." His tone was calm, a hint of humor on his voice as if your frustration had been funny to listen to. "Even before that day on the lake you have been tempting me, but now..." Changkyun trailed off, moving closer as you knelt on the futon, the feeling of birds flailing inside of you as his lean limbs neared.

"But now?" You chanced to speak, letting out barely a whisper. A human hand reached out to grab yours, leaning to press a soft kiss to your wrist, looking up with irises glinting as moonlight hit his face. Your whole body felt electrified, never thinking you'd ever witness something so beautiful that close.

He breathed out, warmth washing over your face. "Now I'm sure you want me the way I truly am."

"I love you beyond physical appearances, Kkung." You reassured, watching a smile tug at the corner of his lips at your words, though you didn't mimic his expression, too lightheaded to do more than that.

His lips felt chilly against yours, nothing you've ever experienced before. Your eyes fluttered shut after the initial shock of realization that Changkyun was kissing you wore off, hands hesitantly reaching to grip his kimono. At the feeling of your lips molding into his, the kiss was deepened, his tongue laving into your mouth slowly, tasting you carefully.

As he hugged you even closer you felt yourself floating, arms and limbs enveloping your whole body with delicacy and practically lulling you into his deadly embrace. "Do you trust me?" You heard him ask and only then open your eyes again, realizing you were already in another place - his room. You've never been there and probably would never imagine yourself in that situation, but you didn't feel like looking around and staring at yet another piece of his well-kept chamber, too engrossed with the view of his platinum irises waiting for an answer.

"Always, Kkung." You affirmed, extending your arms to touch him again, this time letting a soft smile loose in your lips to mirror his relieved snicker. Two tentacles slid up your still covered body, snaking around the arms slightly constricting while wrapping around the wrists to keep them in place by your sides as if you were to resist his next advances. Careful hands reached for the thin ties that held your yukata together, nimble fingers soundlessly pulling it open, making your breath hitch as you felt it loose around your body. For a moment, Changkyun looked up, as if asking for permission to keep going but must have seen something in your eyes that made him grin before glancing back down and, with a quick tug, expose your naked body to his sight. Out of embarrassment, you tried to move, but your arms wouldn't budge for the tentacles holding them, only then noticing the ones firmly wrapped around your ankles as well.

"I don't want you to hide from me, that's all," he muttered as if you had asked for any explanation, to what you nodded in understanding but still twitching slightly at his soft touches on the scorching skin of your stomach. His platinum irises met yours again. "Just leave yourself to me, Y/N. I'll take good care of you."  

"I-I know, Kkung... Just-" You breathed out, gaze shifting between his flushed face to the rest of him, the rest of ink-black limbs restlessly snaking behind him. You swallowed dryly.

"What? Tell me what you want, love." It sounded like demand and you could swear his eyes shone brighter as you glanced back.

"Move faster, please." You mewled, thighs wanting to rub together with a need that burned like lava from inside of you. Changkyun seemed to be slightly shocked at your plead, eyebrows shooting up with surprise as he took notice of your state. He was aware you wanted him, but the intensity of it was unknown to him, the complete lack of timidity or even concern for what he would be able to do to you.

Breathing out he felt finally at ease to move forward, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth as he let himself relax and touch you freely.

The way he touched you felt as if a wave was creeping up your whole body, tentacles enveloping your limbs unrestrained. Tight but with a soft touch he commanded every extremity with ease around your calves and thighs, midriff, sliding further up your arms and reaching your neck, tip of it caressing the sensible skin before twisting around the column, eyes almost rolling back as it slightly constricted your airways. The man in front of you that was watching your reactions with bated breath chuckled.

"Who would think you'd be so responsive to these things?" He muttered, leaning to press his lips to yours again but for just a moment, drawing back to observe his craft. "You look so good like this, my little prawn."

"K-Kkung-"

He didn't need more pushing than that, hands reaching for your chest and feeling the plumpness of your breasts, squeezing at first, eyes trained with awe as he pinched your nipples, relishing on the weak whimper you uttered. Drawn to your skin he leaned, pressing a delicate kiss right in between them, then moving to wrap his lips around a peaked nipple, deep hum contrasting with the high pitched whine that escaped you.

You couldn't think as his tongue laved over the nub with care, couldn't breathe as the other hand left your breast only to have a tentacle replace it and squeeze in its unique way, the tip of it tickling and playing with it in a way that made you writhe, pleased with the sensations. So engrossed about what was happening to the top of your body you didn't notice how his now free hand glided downwards, the limbs securing your ankles parting your legs further and revealing soaked folds and twitching core, begging to be touched.

It was surprising how different his fingers felt on your wetness, compared to yours when you tried to soothe your desire. Gasping, your whole body trembled as his fingertips prodded at your folds and opened them, juices staining his fingers.

"This is how much you need me?" You hadn't realized when your eyes fluttered close until you had to open them to look at Changkyun's face, right in front of yours. Trying to swallow you nodded, noticing his eyes were back to that deep brown you've always known. Diving deeper, he came in contact with your throbbing clit, making you jolt and moan at the needed stimulation, as he started to rub tiny circles over the sensitive nub.

"M-more," you whined, jutting your hips up as much as you could to make him understand what he needed to do. Taking the hint quickly he applied more pressure with his middle finger and you moaned loudly, biting your lip after to try and conceal your noises.

"Don't," Changkyun started breathlessly, so affected by your reactions that his forehead shone with a thin layer of sweat. "I want to hear you." Said, and to prove his point, slid down the finger he was teasing you with to your slit, inserting just the first knuckle and making you mewl with the intrusion.

"Changk-" you breathed in sharply, wanting desperately to be filled. Withdrawing, he lifted his hand so both could see the digits wet with your arousal, his expression awed before he simply popped them into his mouth and - to your surprise - hummed deeply. Immediately after he pushed your thighs even more, eyes with an unspoken resolve as he lowered himself enough to face your core. Your chest heaved, slightly nervous and shy of being stared that way so intensely but you still glanced down, curious to see what he was about to do.

"So pretty everywhere," he whispered maybe to himself, meeting your eyes as he rested his palms on the inside of your legs. "Remember, I want to hear you, love."

Later on, you couldn't remember if you nodded or not, because there wasn't a pause to breathe before he sank in your folds, tongue out immediately seeking your essence in a futile attempt to clean your core, making a further mess of you.

It was bliss as Changkyung ate you out, tasting your heat with hunger and quickly bringing you to a powerful high, all the while grunting and squeezing your whole body. He suckled at your labia with delicacy, savoring the essence that kept flowing from your core at the intense ministrations.

You writhed and wined in dire need of further stimulation, more to fill you and, as if reading your mind his finger entered you again, this time deeper, making your walls spasm around the digit as he eased the entrance for the insertion of something bigger. Growing closer and closer to release you heaved, breathing in a high pitch matching the panting of your master, warm air fanning on your folds.

"Kkung I'm- Something's oh," you whimpered, not knowing exactly what was happening to your body, feeling as if it was going to implode.

"Let go for me, my little prawn. I'm here, I've got you..." He whispered, deep sultry tone the last push you needed to finally climax, body going rigid as the waves of heat crashed inside of you eyes rolling back and lips gaping in a long moan, only to be filled as well, smooth tentacle bathing on your saliva and tickling your tongue while nearby Changkyun gasped at the feeling of your mouth.

"That's it, Y/N. You'll take me so well hm?" Leaning back closer to your face he touched your cheek to make you open your eyes, the lust and awe in his glance coaxing your heart to beat faster. You wondered how you looked like, with him inside your mouth and drooling at the clean taste of his limb.

There wasn't much time to wonder, because next thing there was another tentacle snaking up between your legs and plunging inside of your core deliciously, your walls contracting at the more than foreign sensation that invaded you, not that you'd ever felt something similar, your experience in these matters almost null. On the contrary, you had been taught that this was something that should hurt and burn at least at first, not give you an enormous amount of pleasure as it stretched you out.

Guess the whole situation at hand was different from the norm.

You could still breathe properly even with your neck wrapped around and mouth stuffed. Changkyun had been careful to not choke you with his limbs, only bringing you amazing sensations, fucking your core with care, but at a consistent pace that had you short of breath either way. As he hummed in echo with your moans, you wondered if he too could feel things while inside of you, and by the manner he squeezed your arms and legs or trembled, tweaking and teasing your nipples he probably did get off on you as well.

"I feel it... You're getting closer, right Y/N?" he asked, as his tentacle nudged just that spot that had you seeing starts, nodding quickly as desperation coaxed your hips to twitch. "I can taste it, you smell so good little prawn, I just have to-" His drunk voice drowned as Changkyung leaned to press his face in the crook of your shoulder, breathing in your scent deeply as he pumped faster inside of you, moans reverberating from your throat to his tentacles, till it was so much you felt like finally melting, filled with white lights. Your lover's torso went rigid over you as he took in the scent of your climax, sighing and panting as if he was inhaling the most intoxicating aphrodisiac.

As you started to get down from your high, hands and legs were released and you finally were able to wrap your arms around the man that was still laving at the column of your now free neck lovingly, basking in your bliss as well.

"I was hasty, my intentions weren't this at first," he muttered against your skin after a while, dragging you back from the slumber you were almost falling. He was wrapped around you as well, keeping your body warm and cozy in his hold. "I wanted to ask you to be with me, For as long as we live... Then I'd kiss you and perhaps another day- But your scent..."

"I beg your pardon for corrupting your innocent ways, my lord." You quipped, scoffing softly as your hands cradled his head, fingers busy scratching the scalp. Changkyung purred in response against your skin, snuggling impossibly closer to you.

"There's nothing to be excused, my lady." He muttered back, snickering as your heartbeat sped up at the way he called you. "I will court you properly starting tomorrow, though. It's kind of protocol, a little embarrassing when your husband to be is bound to a chair."

"I don't care for that, never did." You sighed, a smile playing on your lips. "As long as it doesn't keep me from sleeping here, in your arms from now on."

"Nobody has to know that. Even if it did, now you're bound to me, my little prawn." A kiss was pressed to your neck before he sighed deeply, relaxing to fall asleep. You looked to the side, the first rays of the sun lighting the sky outside. The tomorrow he warned about was already there, and you laid right where you were supposed to be.

[lveclouds]

a/n: this is a royal au i wrote while doing a word sprint with the loveliest angels of the heartsforbts discord chat! *sends kisses and hugs* ily all so so so so so much and thank you for always supporting me in my writing and for always being so incredibly kind to me, i couldn’t have asked for a better group of friends🥺💞

genre: angst, fluff, royal! au

word count: 1.3k 

rating: pg-13 (for mentions of blood, slight violence, and mentions of execution) 

pairing: servant! jungkook x princess reader 

(this is very angsty yall im so sorry) 

"stay with me, please?" jungkook looked up at you through long lashes, doe eyes glinting with tears. he reached through the bars of his cell, gently grasping your wrist, cradling it gently as if it were fragile."please, y/n? i-i can't be alone right now, i just can't. i won't expect you to come and see me again, just, stay with me, please?" you sighed, running a hand through your already messy hair, ftearing your eyes away from his tearful gaze. you had only decided to visit jungkook's cell to check up on him, to see how he was doing. however, you had no intention of staying, for you knew that if you did, you wouldn't be able to go home, for whenever jungkook looked at you with those gorgeous doe eyes, you always felt like you had been punched in the gut, and you knew that you would force yourself to stay. "guk, you know i can't. we're not supposed to be seen together, you know that." you mumbled, trying to keep your tone as light as possible. ever since you had been caught kissing jungkook under the big oak tree just three weeks ago, which had resulted in a long scolding from both your parents, who reprimanded you for "falling in love with your own servant, for heavens sake" and jungkook being thrown into the palace dungeons for treachery. your parents, the king and queen, believed that jungkook has betrayed them by pursuing their only daughter and the heir to the throne. he had been your family's servant for nearly five years now, and overtime, you had developed a crush on him, even though you knew that falling for someone who wasn't royalty was looked down upon. but, you couldn't help it. jungkook was breathtakingly gorgeous with his soft, raven hair that was forever falling into his eyes, gorgeous doe eyes that practically sparkled, perfect eyebrows, a cute nose, a sharp jawline, and the softest pair of lips you had ever seen on a guy. they were thin, but always looked so soft and plush and kissable, and you often daydreamed of kissing them yourself, scolding yourself afterwards for having such thoughts. you also knew that he was strong, from the way the muscles in his arms would move whenever he moved to pick up something and vice versa. he was also the kindest guy you had ever met, and would do anything for you or your family without hesitation. thus, you had quickly fallen for him, and jungkook had reciprocated your feelings, and from there, you felt as if you were on cloud nine. the first few months of your relationship were beyond perfect, with jungkook sneaking you food from the royal kitchens every week, and even going as far as to ask the gardener to pick you flowers and arrange them into a bouquet, just for you. you were touched by every gesture, no matter how small it seemed. jungkook was the sweetest guy and you felt that you weren't deserving of such an angel, but he had made it clear that it was the other way around. you and jungkook were also doing your absolute best to keep your relationship a secret, for the both of you knew that your parents would never approve of such an affair. they would most likely disown you, and just three weeks ago, your worst fear had come true. you and jungkook had decided to go on a picnic date on a sunny afternoon, and because you thought no one would be coming to visit the gardens that day, you had leaned in to kiss jungkook, who, at first, had hesitated because he was scared that someone might see, but you had reassured him that you were sure no one would be tending to the gardens today, and thus, he gave in, pressing his lips onto yours, kissing you softly. you had felt a rush of happiness and pure bliss wash over you in that moment, heart swelling with joy. alas, that feeling quickly vanished when rough arms ripped you away from jungkook, throwing you to the side. you looked up in fear to see your mother, who looked anything but pleased with what she had just witnessed. minutes later, as your father yelled at jungkook and accused him of betraying his trust and attempting to seduce his only daughter. jungkook had only looked down at the floor, expression unreadable, his now tied hands curling into fists. you held back a pained scream as one of the palace guards kicked jungkook in the side, causing him to cry out in pain as he fell in an awkward heap on the floor. then, you were forced to watch as the palace guards lead the only man you ever loved away, possibly to his death, as you knew that your father would probably order jungkook's execution in the following weeks. that night, you had laid awake in the darkness of your room, crying silent tears.

and now, three weeks later, you were trying to hold back tears at the sight of jungkook, whose clothes were ripped and dirty, and the sight of dried blood on his face and hands. his gorgeous doe eyes that had once been bright and full of happiness were now replaced by sadness and helplessness. you couldn't bear to look him in the eye, for you were the reason that jungkook was now rotting away in prison. "p-please? just for a little while?" jungkook pleaded once more, desperation filling his tone. "jungkook, please let go of me. i can't stay down here. i was able to sneak away just barely this time, and this will probably be the last time that i will do such a thing." his grip only tightened on your wrist, but not enough to hurt you. "then, will you at least kiss me one last time? if i am going to be executed the next day, at least my last memory of you will be a happy one." your heart broke at his words. you didn't want to imagine jungkook dying, for it would only cause you even more pain. "that is my only wish, for you to kiss me, one last time." you sighed and gently freed your wrist from his grasp. "very well. if that is what you want, then i will grant your wish." you felt a bit silly as the words left your mouth, but you didn't want to show him that you were breaking down. if jungkook were to die the next day, the least you could do is to pretend to be strong. you ignored the tears that were now running down your face, quickly using the key you had nabbed from the one of the guards to unlock jungkook's cell. then, you rushed over to him, cradling his face in your hands, allowing yourself to take in his features one last time, and allowing yourself a sad smile, you slowly pressed your lips against his, kissing him softly. after what seemed like forever, you forced yourself to pull away. "i-i have to go, jungkook. this is goodbye." before he could say anything, you got up and rushed out of the cell, closing it behind you. as you were locking it, jungkook's hand reached through the bars once again, encircling your wrist. "i love you, and i always will." a soft kiss was placed on your hand, and as soon as he withdrew it, you felt as if your entire world was crashing down around you. "i-i love you, jungkook. always." you whispered, tears streaming down your face like a waterfall as you finished locking the cell, and, with one last tearful and loving gaze at the only man who loved you with not only his heart, but his entire being, you ran out of the dungeons, feeling as if you had just left your entire world behind, and, when you were back in the loneliness of your room, you realized that you had. jeon jungkook had not only been your entire world, but he was also a part of your heart, and, now, he was going to be taken away from you, as soon as the execution order fell through. you buried your face in your hands and sobbed. and after the tears had subsided, you vowed to never love again, for jungkook was the only one who would ever have your heart.

a/n: i’m so sorry that this was so sad kdlsjfklsdjkdjl i promise my next drabble will be very fluffy and angst free!! once again, ty all so much for supporting me and my crappy writing💞💞

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[knightmathias]

task 01: spring play audition ( macbeth ) !

notes: don’t give him macbeth thank u i want him to go batshit LMAO im kidding but rlly dont give him macbeth

i also couldn’t figure out how to put this in organically but mathias def knows that a LOT of the others are gunning for macbeth too!!! but he’s never been worried bc he knows for sure he’s always going to get the lead roles so he never really thinks about anyone else, i think it’ll be great for him to not only NOT get macbeth but not even a really big role full stop ? i don’t think it makes sense for heidi to give him a SMALL role maybe bc he IS technically really fuckin good but i also dont think heidi think it’s Best to give him a huge role anyway like she can see the Laziness in him and “acting for the wrong reasons” / not improving as an actor bc he’s never been in the spot to need to!!!!!!

Calling it a problem sounded so serious, you think derisively. Your hands are brushing over the small packet of coke you’ve placed on the desk, eyebrows furrowed. You’ve got ten minutes until your audition, and whilst Heidi doesn’t seem to be the type of person to appreciate tardiness, you’re not used to bending yourself to follow the rules. So you’ll be late. Big deal.

Calling it a problem, you continue thinking, getting your thoughts back on track. Calling it a problem was silly. An addiction would come in the form of your sister Ana, who could never stop herself. And even then, she’s fine. High every time you see her these days, maybe, but she’s fine -- Bad things don’t happen to the Knights. Only good things. Only good things.

Still, you sweep the bag into your desk drawer instead, out of sight. You don’t need it right now, the temptation was just a little too much when you have the bag in front of you; you’re certainly not nervous about this audition at all. Sure, you haven’t really worked on practising much -- but you never do, right? And sure, you’ve been more distracted as of late -- falling in and out of [the statue’s] bed, preoccupied by Orson’s death. But you either have the star quality or you don’t, it’s what your parents have always taught you. Working hard is good, but it’s for the ones that don’t have it, who want what you have. You’ve run through your lines a few times, you know it’s going to be good.

( And sure, you’ve taken to drinking more and smoking more and done a few more lines lately than would be considered smart. But you don’t talk about that. You don’t even think about that. What’s too much? What’s too far? When is enough enough when you’ve been like this, been around this, your whole life? It’s the glamourous life of theatre, baby, it’s just show biz. )

You take your phone out of your pocket to check the time. 4 minutes. Plenty of time then.

There’s a glass filled halfway of vodka and Coke on your bed stand, not quite finished from the night before. You pick it up and down it, even though it’s gone flat by now. The alcohol to take the edge off, but you won’t admit there’s an edge to you anyway. Liquid luck instead, maybe, but when have you ever needed luck? For the enjoyment, then, is what you reason. Why waste perfectly good alcohol?

By the time you arrive, Heidi’s voice cuts to you, unimpressed. “You’re twelve minutes late.”

“Had to make sure my hair was pretty,” you say charmingly, the cheek usually endearing to others. Orson would’ve loved your response, would’ve grinned and joked back, would’ve said something about the importance of appearance on stage. Orson would’ve ---

But it’s not Orson. It’s Heidi, and she doesn’t seem to think you’re being funny at all. 

“I think it’s best if you just start, since you’re running late.”

But you’ve already made your way onto the stage.

"Mathias Knight,” you say, stage voice on. Your teeth glint white in the light as you flash a professional smile, but Heidi doesn’t seem to return it. “I’m auditioning for the role of Macbeth. I’ve chosen to do Macbeth’s speech from Act 2 Scene 1 -- Enjoy.”

There’s no surprise on Heidi’s face at your announcement of choice, but you don’t let it deter you. Of course it’s predictable, to go for Macbeth and to do this scene, but does it matter what you audition with, when your talent will showcase either way? You want Macbeth and you’re going to get it, you always do. There was no point putting in more work than its worth, when performing Macbeth’s most famous soliloquy did the same job.

Heidi nods, so you take a deep breath and settle into your role effortlessly. You’ve heard the others talk about needing to have an emotional connection to the role they’re playing, and you’ve never quite understood it -- you’ve played characters you could hardly even fathom being similar to, but you’ve played them excellently nonetheless. Acting, for you, is not about the emotion, or the personal, or the leaving of your body behind. It’s about the skill and the technique and the way you perform it -- because that’s what it is, isn’t it? It’s a performance. It’s a performance and you’re conscious of that fact every moment you are on that stage, your own kingdom. You connect with the characters because you need to, but it’s always been on that surface level, knowing you are playing them. You are not Macbeth. That much is clear. But you’re a damn good actor.

“Is this a dagger which I see before me, / The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee...”

You’ve never known fear, or delusion, like Macbeth in this scene -- but that’s never been why you’re so good. You can push passion and emotion out of your voice so well that no one could ever see the difference, you can bend and contort your face in the same anguish and people will believe it. What is a tragedy to someone who’s never experienced the bad? It’s just: tragedy. It’s a word. It means nothing.

( Tragedy: a play dealing with tragic events and having an unhappy ending, especially one concerning the downfall of the main character. )

( Of course you’re the main character, you’re always the main character. There’s nothing forgettable about the way you hold yourself, the way you speak, the way you move. The downfall of the main character. But you’ve not done anything wrong, have you? You didn’t murder Orson. What’s the worse crime you’ve committed? A few stolen grams of coke? Petty thievery, small crime -- who is hurting from your lack of consequences? No one. You were born indestructible. You’re pretty sure you’re going to die that way too. )

( An unhappy ending. Darling, your story is hardly far from over yet. )

When you finish the soliloquy, that powerful feeling that settles in your bones every time you perform, you half-expect an applause. You were objectively good and there’s no other way that that could be twisted. Instead, you look out and only meet Heidi’s eyes, facial expression unreadable. For a moment, you’d forgotten, waiting for Orson to tell you how brilliant you were. 

But Orson wasn’t here. Isn’t it funny it only hits you in the gut every time you want something from him? His approval felt like an applause from an adoring crowd. His approval confirmed everything you’ve ever known about yourself, and you didn’t realise you craved it so badly until you were faced with the absence of it.

Several beats of silence. You’re waiting for her to say something, but when she doesn’t, you say, “So?”

Finally, Heidi shrugs. “It was an impressive performance. Truthfully, one of the best I’ve seen today.”

At that, you square your shoulders, basking in the compliment. What’s the best part of acting for you? You’ve heard others say things like slipping out of their own body and mind, into someone else’s. No, for you, you bleed yourself out on stage for this: the roaring approval.

But Heidi isn’t done talking. She adds, “I just don’t know if it’s enough.”

You blink. “Pardon me, but what?”

“What do you think about when you’re acting on stage, Mathias?”

The question takes you by surprise. “I think -- I think about the role I’m playing.”

Heidi shakes her head. “The thing is -- I just don’t think you do. I think you’re thinking about the praise you’ll get.”

“Is that such a bad thing?” You don’t have a bad temper, you’ve never been forced to. But irritation ignites within you, an uncomfortable and unfamiliar feeling. 

She considers you for a moment, and you’ve never felt self-conscious in your life, least of all on a stage. She considers you for a moment, and you feel suddenly very naked, like she’s looking at something deep within you and she’s not liking what she sees.

“Thank you for your time, Mathias,” she says abruptly.

“No,” falls out of your mouth first, because you’re not used to being dismissed, not used to failing. She said it was one of the best performances she’s seen today, but suddenly it doesn’t feel enough. 

Her eyebrows raise.

“You said it yourself that I’m good,” you say hurriedly. “I’m the best, and you know it. You can dislike me all you like --”

“Mathias, I don’t dislike you --”

“But I know I’m good,” you continue, as if uninterrupted. “When I’m on that stage, it doesn’t matter who likes me as Mathias and who doesn’t; all that matters is that the audience does. I’ve been playing the lead my whole life for a reason, and they’ll all call it arrogance, but there’s nothing wrong in knowing that I’m good. That I’m the best. Who cares if I’m connecting emotionally to the characters? I’m one of the best actors on this program and it’s for a reason, and I’m sorry it’s not the reason you want it to be, but talent is a reason in itself. That’s what Orson told me. Orson said I have what it takes. Orson said I was going to do big things. Orson said --”

“Mathias,” Heidi cuts off neatly, and there’s something in her voice that you can’t place. Pity, maybe? But you’ve never been pitied before. What is there to pity in you? You’re the star. You’re always the fucking star. “I’m not Orson.”

The sentence guts you in a way it shouldn’t, and you blink at the aftermath of your outburst. 

“Thank you for your time, Mathias,” she says again, firmer. 

This time, you move off the stage, towards the door. The only thing you can think about is how badly you need a drink.

[chngbok]

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