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cowboyfromh3ll · 1 year ago

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hiii! i love love love your writings! i was thinking of something cute and i knew you would be the best person to write it! so what about fem!reader who joined the gang recently and its so obvi to everyone at camp she has a big fat crush on arthur! maybe shes too shy to say anything to him so the gang often tease her and him and are all like “when are y’all gonna date!?” i find it so cute imagining then two being so flustered around each other ESPECIALLY reader… shes just so shy around him!! imagine her doing some sewing with the girls and she doesn’t even realize shes repairing a tear in arthurs fav blue shirt! maybe abigails like “aww thats so nice of you repairing arthurs shirt” and shes like HUHHH🥺(im sorry this is so long i got carried away hehe)

Somethin' Stupid

(Arthur Morgan x Fem!Reader Fluff)

I'm working around the clock for y'all 🫶

Warnings: none y'all r just cute

You’d found it mildly absurd how when you first came to camp upon the rear end of Arthur’s horse, how shortly after you had integrated yourself in with the camp girls, they had begun teasing you over your proximity to Arthur. When he had first saved you from a group of Murfree Brood, you’d been weary of the man before you; convinced the devil himself had sent another of his minions your way to continue brutalizing you as some sort of unscrupulous punishment. You’d nowhere to go, and nothing to call yours except the squalid chemise on your back; you hadn’t even a pair of shoes, forced to run through the woods of Roanoke Ridge on bare foot. Though upon offering you food and shelter, with no trace of forcefulness or malicious intent in his voice, you’d slowly warmed up, hesitantly allowing him to pull you up onto his horse. By the time you arrived, your arms were wrung around Arthur’s waist tightly.

You’d explain to Arthur how your family was traveling up north until you’d been ambushed, your parents being murdered and left behind, while they took you and your wagon as a prize claim. Besides the other women at camp, you had been hesitant to trust anyone of the other men besides Arthur. You often spoke to him, scarcely with the others. It was easy to find comfort in the man who had saved you, and you revered him the same way one would revere their lifelong hero. He held a reassuring aura; it told you that he’d never allow anything to happen to you again as long as he was around.

Upon the first few days of your arrival, a few men in the camp would pass by the tent you were resting in, ogling awfully long at you with the same astound interest as a child in a zoo. You’d taken things easy, allowing yourself to rest and recover your aching body while the women took care of you. Susan Grimshaw, the motherlike figure in camp, would tend to you meticulously. She’d shoo away any men who got too close to you, including Arthur, insisting that he would be tiring you out by talking to you.

In the small windows of time where Grimshaw wasn’t circling you like a hawk, you’d invite Arthur over and entertain lighthearted conversation. Socialization proved to be one of the most healing things, and within a few weeks you’d broken out of your withdrawn and tense state.

The initial allegations over your sweetness for Arthur were uncalled for, almost downright insulting. The basis for such claims made no sense to you, and you argued that it only made sense for you to find so much comfort in the man who had saved you. That, much to your dismay, only fueled their teasing. Your counterpoints that you had just experienced terrors beyond comprehension fell on deaf ears, and they instead said it just made all the more sense you’d cling to Arthur. Your biggest teaser, Mary-Beth, swooned over your supposed love story, insisting she write something based on the two of you.

Your interactions with Arthur did not help either. What you thought was normal, was picked apart by virtually everyone in camp who watched you interact. Their main point of contention was the way Arthur allowed you to leaf through his journal, even drawing you from time to time and bashfully handing you the drawings; apparently no one else was allowed near it. Whenever you spoke of a particular flower you saw, or an animal you found cute, Arthur would coincidentally happen to have a drawing of it. There were a few pages Arthur did not allow you to look at. Initially, you thought perhaps they were far too emotional or dark, but he’d already allowed you to read every dark entry in his journal already. You’d begun having your suspicions, but out of respect for him, and not wanting to break his trust for you, you did not read certain pages. Arthur would find it far too embarrassing for you to read through his pages full of sweet nothings about you.

A few of your accusers in camp were shared by Arthur, one of which being Uncle. You could practically hear him hollering at Arthur from across camp about how he needed to fess up to you and ask you out already, to which he’d receive a grumbled “shut up”. The obnoxiously loud interaction had you blushing and fidgeting uncomfortably as people looked over at you knowingly, their gazes intensifying when Arthur would walk over to you, greeting you with an embarrassed “Hey”.

As your affections for Arthur grew, so did your coyness. You’d fidget with your hair, twirling strands around your finger. The two of you would trip over your words in a painfully kittenish attempt at conversation. Arthur would listen patiently as you tried to gather yourself after failing miserably at delivering a simple sentence because of how much you were trembling around him. And you’d grant him the same level of patience when he’d anxiously ask if you’d be okay with posing for him for a drawing.

Sometimes you’d practice certain things to say to Arthur, fantasizing over how scenarios would play out in your head and giggling as each and every time the fantasy would end with Arthur professing his love for you. It was your main form of entertainment whenever you carried out the mundane, everyday tasks that the camp required of you. Seemingly lost in your own world, you’d think up of a million ways how you and Arthur would come to a union. And as you became engrossed in your daydreams, you’d lose focus and end up pricking yourself with your sewing needle. Your fingertips were littered with pin pricks at this point.

You’d heard a thousand times “Why don’t you ask him out already?!”.

You could ask yourself the same things. Perhaps it was the crippling fear of rejection. Or the foreboding thought that perhaps you had misread all of his gestures towards you as romantic. But whenever he would hand a rock to you, stating that it reminded him of you, you could not help but believe ‘Wow, he really does think of me!’. You had an entire box full of small shiny rocks and pebbles next to your cot already.

“Sure would be nice if the men could help with the laundry once in a while.” Tilly chided, watching as a few of them sat around a table drinking.

“Don’t count on it.” Karen scoffed, laughing dryly, sewing together one of Sean’s torn trousers. “Some of ‘em don’t even do anything around camp, and they say our jobs are easy.”

The girls giggled amongst themselves. You sighed in relief over the fact you weren’t the topic of today’s conversation for once. You sifted through a basket of freshly washed and dried clothes, making your pick as to what you’d patch up today. You pulled out a bright blue button up, looking at it with a familiarity you couldn’t quite place your finger on.

Regardless, the blue called to you, and you got to work. You’d slumped over next to Abigail, surrounded by the rest of the working girls. You fell into another fantasy between you and Arthur, drowning out the spirited chatter between the girls. The tear in the shirt wasn’t a hard task, and you found the motions rather repetitive. In the months you had been there now it was a chore you had mastered.

You held the shirt out in front of you, studying it with pride as you admired your seamless work on the repair.

“Aw look at you, so sweet on the guy that you’re fixing his clothes for him!” Abigail teased, nudging you.

“Huh?!” You blushed.

Suddenly, the shirt was taken from your hands, and you looked up to see Arthur.

“Thank you, sweetheart. I appreciate it.” He told you gently, before walking off with it.

“Oh!... You’re uhm… welcome.” You choked on your own words, glad that Arthur didn’t stick around long enough to hear. Naturally, you felt every single girl look at you, the levels of their giddyness felt even by you. Once Arthur was out of ear shot, they squealed and nudged you.

“He called you sweetheart!” Mary-Beth crooned.

“Did you see the way he was looking at you? COME ON! He wants you!” Karen laughed.

“You can’t argue with this one!” Tilly added enthusiastically. You couldn’t help but giggle and go along with their teasing, cupping your cheeks as they heated up. If you could, you’d fall to your side and kick your legs while squealing about how much you liked him.

Your mind couldn’t explain it, or make it go away. You were in love.

Somethin' Stupid - Frank Sinatra

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prettypei · 1 year ago

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plot: Disney movies…but you guys are the mc and love interest; fluff!

reader: fem! Reader, Black! Fem! In nanami’s part

characters: gojo (x elsa reader), yuji (x rapunzel reader), yuuta (x belle Reader), nanami (x tiana reader)

warnings: just me and my weird ass mind, mention of killings

(a/n): THIS IS HOW THE JJK FANDOM COPES WITH SHIBUYA. Some of these apply to the princess canon storyline, some of these do not 👍

✰GOJO

I kinda see a enemies to lovers with him tbh

like he would be so mad that he can’t make snow

and you would be mad that he has infinity so you can’t attack him

basically you n him met bc he was sent to your ice castle to attack you cuz you were causing arendelle a lot of problems… and the village was really mad at you so they called the higher ups to send gojo over

and gojo was shopping and everything in arendelle ☠️☠️ and he met a lotta children there so he asked them if they were close with you and they replied yeah so he told them what you’d done and the children were like “no!!, (name) would never do that :((“ and that made him guilty for slacking off so off he went!

he’s not too worried about you so he walked up the mountain, he didn’t wanna teleport cuz he just wanted to take the longest time possible (he’s mean that way)

Gojo also meets Olaf on the way and they have the STUPIDIEST CONVOS EVER.

anws he pulls up to see your castle and he’s like “woah who’s sweet crib danggg”

and then he breaks down the ice door with red

and then he screams “where the baddies at?”

you rush out to see a weird ass man holding Olaf in his hands

so you’re pretty sure this man has kidnapped Olaf

you shoot icicles at him, he dodges

and this continues for an hour or so, until you’re tired so you just ask him to leave

but then he’s like “teach me to make ice girl”

and you (try) to teach him, but you just wanted to make him look stupid and you just laugh at him

gojos heart skips a beat when you laugh…IS THIS A CRUSH??!!!!!! 🐺‼️‼️🤐🗣️🗣️

you guys sit down and talk a lil

and he learns that you were treated as a prodigy as a child and he’s like “girl…me too!!!!”

you two really connect…and then Gojo remembers why he’s here ☠️

he explains the whole “everlasting snow” thig and you feel super guilty

so he teleports with you… as he holds you in his hands bridal style 🤫

you both arrive and the snow has cleared due to “Gojo healing a broken heart 🥺🥺🥺” corny!!!! You two get married Happy Ending

✰YUJI

you guys would be sunshine x sunshine ☹️☹️

ITS SO ADORABLE

Anws y’all met when yuji was like bored after a mission and wandering around the forest where the mission happened

then he feels a HUGE amount of cursed energy behind some vines

he then goes through them to find you tower and he’s awestruck cuz the cursed energy is OVERFLOWING.

and basically he tries to run up the tower??? But he can’t he’s so stupid n silly

and you hear this goofy mf trying and you thought it was mother gothel so you let you hair down

and YOU KNOW WHAT HE DOES????

HE PUTS IT IN HIS MOUTH. AND HE LICKS IT.

you’re extremely grossed out…but eventually he finds out that ��oh wait I have to climb the hair”

so then he goes up and he’s knocked out by a pan 😭

he wakes up to find himself tied in hair and he tries to punch though the hair or cut it but it’s too tight

you interrogate him and he explains that he just felt a lotta cursed energy and he thought it was a monster, he then asks if it was because of your stress or sth

you admit that you were under a lot of pressure due to mother gothel always locking you in

he sees a couple curses spawning from this and he points this out, saying that you could just leave if you wanted to

But you say that it’s your mom and he replies with “family wouldn’t control you like that”

man’s then you do the scene where he promises to take you to see the lights blah blah blah

and he acts the boat scene 🥺 ITS SO CUTE

it was at that moment when he realized he’d fallen for u

✰YUUTA

I think that yuuta is kinda like the beast cuz he’s got Rika right? And he’s actually just a nice lil guy BEHIND the monster

anyways when you stumbled upon his lil castle and oooo Rika was REAL mad

she literally k!lls everyone who gets close to “her prince”

which causes yuuta to isolate him from the world cuz he doesn’t want to hurt anyone anymore

but that just caused Rika to get stronger due to his depressive state

anws Rika kidnapped your dad cuz he plucked one of the roses in yuutas garden

and you are here to save him!!!!

you and yuuta communicate through Rika cuz she doesn’t want you “to fall for him”

and she only lets you stay cuz yuuta commanded her not to hurt you and she then tells yuuta about kidnapping your dad

so he asks you to stay to “heal his heart” and he’ll let your dad go

and you agree. For your dear ol pa

you”re exploring the palace and you see a garden with a rose in it and you try to touch it but oh looky here! Rika tries to kill you again for touching it!

you learn from the pots and pans that yuuta’s room is right across yours so you slip letters under his door day and night

and slowly he starts getting better and he passes notes with you as the days go by (Rika doesn’t know ofc. Or she’d be PISSED.)

BUT THEN YOUR DEAR OL PA BRINGS THE WHOLE VILLAGE WITH HIM TO KILL YUUTA 😡😡

and then Rika goes all ape shit and tries to kill everyone from the village

and then yuuta comes out of his room to stop her

and then he kisses you and Rika vanishes :3 yay

happily ever after

✰NANAMI

I like this ship actually

nanami’s abroad to exorcise cursed spirits and he meets YOU. At a restaurant as a waitress

and he doesn’t think of ya much at first but your charming smile and dimples… MAN HES WHIPPED. (I am too) 🤧🤧

and you’re really nice too cuz you are a really good cook and you wanna serve him some of your own recipes in secret (cuz your boss would flip)

and he THINKS ITS SO GOOD!!!!! He actually wants more but he’s a lil shy

anyways you two meet again…but this time nanami’s a frog. He wasn’t careful enough and got turned into one by a cursed technique

and he’s frantic, asking you to kiss him cuz he thought that he could just be kissed by a random person and turn back…and then you turn into a frog :)

he has to get kissed by a princess btw

and you two find mama odie and act out your lil love story as frogs <3 and you stay like that forever

jk, you turn back to human as he kisses you at midnight

and you get to have your own restaurant and he’s so supportive of you!!!!!

But you sometimes overwork yourself a little and he doesn’t want that (even though he sometimes does it too) so you two try to spend more of your time together and it works!

he actually quits the jujutsu world cuz of you. he doesn’t want to get hurt and to see you get sad 😭

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linos-luna · 2 years ago

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Hi!! I luv ur writing so much💗 can u do one where you and Jeongin fight a lot and kinda hate each other, and in a middle of an argument yall jst start making out and eventually fucking? And then this becomes the usual for you guys to just do it esp in the most random times😗 and y’all eventually start liking each other for real!

i hope I’m not asking for too much🙁 have a great day and stay hydrated💖😻

You’re too sweet 🥺

Love the idea!

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Sour to sweet ❣️🥀

Jeongin (IN) x Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ smut, unprotected sex, swearing, unprotected sex, fingering,

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“You’re being ridiculous!!”

“I’m ridiculous?! That’s fuckin you!” Jeongin yells back. “You’ve been nothing but a bitch today!”

“How fuckin dare you!” You yell at your boyfriend, holding back tears.

Honestly, you forgot what the argument was even about. At this point you were just throwing out hurtful insults at each other. This is often how your fights are.

Sometimes you wondered if he even loved you. Did you even love him? Was love dead? Why were you both still here. He doesn’t even sleep in the same bed as you anymore. He opted to sleep on the couch.

You were a bit lost in thought as he kept yelling at you. You wiped a tear from your cheek as you blocked him out.

“Hey! Hello?!” Jeongin waved his hand in your face, trying to get you to pay attention. “Are you still in there?”

You only glare at him, making him pissed.

“So you’re just gonna keep being a fuckin bitch?!”

“No! Shut the fuck up!!” You yell at him, stomping your foot while tears started forming.

Before you could say anything else, he suddenly pushed you into the wall. You looked at him with fear, he’s never done this, and tears were streaming down your cheeks and lips quivering.

He stops for a moment and looked at you. You both locked eyes and looked at each other for a few seconds. Jeongin couldn’t believe how scared he made you feel. And you were just surprised at what happened.

You were going to say something but before you could process a thought, Jeongin suddenly kissed you.

This definitely caught you off guard. He grabbed your chin and started kissing you more deeply. You grabbed onto his wrist to stop him but only rested it there once falling victim to his passionate kisses. You started kidding back.

After 2 minutes straight of sloppy making out, Jeongin pinned you to the wall and kissed at your neck.

You gasped at the feeling since this was the first time he’s been intimate with you in a long time. Your boyfriend was getting more desperate and started ripping your shirt off, making his way to your bra while pulling at the straps.

Almost instinctively, you lowered the bra straps yourself and unclasped your bra. Jeongin threw your bra to the side and groped at your breasts while continuing to make out with you. He bit at your lip before letting go.

“Y/n…” he groaned. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard…”

You couldn’t even say anything as he suddenly grabbed you and threw you over the arm rest of the couch. He yanked your pants off followed by your underwear.

“J-Jeongin…?” You were both scared and excited.

Instead of answering you, he removed his pants and underwear then suddenly thrusts into your wet cunt. You nearly cry out at the feeling.

Jeongin didn’t care and continued thrusting. He continued hitting your sweet spot as he was railing you into the couch.

“Je-Jeongin!” You cry out in pleasure.

“What do you want slut?!”

“Harder!” You cry out and he happily does so until he cums. You do the same afterwards and slump over, gasping to catch your breath.

“Wow noona…” Jeongin said while breathing heavily. “You feel so good….”

~~~ ♡

A few days later you both found yourselves in another heated argument, yelling in your shared bedroom. Somewhere in the middle of it you just stopped and stared at each other.

Jeongin then pushes you to the bed, getting on top and making out with you.

You had your hands on his chest and he had a hand under your skirt, rubbing your already wet panties.

“How long have these been wet, noona?” He says as he moved your underwear to the side and rubbed your clit. “Did I turn you on? You like when I’m mad like this?”

“Je-je…” you gasped, not getting what you wanted to say out. Instead you reached your hand down to remove your panties but he stopped you.

“I want you to cream in your panties, baby…” he said with a smirk.

You moaned as he continued fingering you until you came multiple times.

~~~ ♡

And that’s how it went. You’d be arguing and suddenly he wanted to fuck… or maybe you wanted to… who knows?

But after another 3 weeks of this fighting and fucking you started arguing less. In fact, he started treating you better, buying you gifts and flowers. Taking you out more and giving compliments. You also started acting different. You loved surprising him with your cooking and holding his hand when out. You even let him sleep in the same bed as you again. There were a few nights when he was asleep and you’d cuddle up next to him.

You became addicted to each other and couldn’t keep you hands off each other. It didn’t matter where you were.

Once you were grocery shopping with him when he grabbed you and pulled you in a utility closet. He started making out with you, pressing you against the wall.

“Hey-… baby hey!” You were tapping his thigh.

“What?” He stopped for a moment to look at you.

“At the grocery store??”

“You act like you don’t love it…”

You shrugged it off and went back to kissing him.

He lowered his pants and underwear, pulling out his hard cock. He also lowered your pants and panties, rubbing his tip against your wet pussy.

“Jeongin stop teasing…” you moan while bucking your hips.

He smirked and thrusted into you, continuing to fuck you while standing up. You did your best not to make too much noise but it was difficult, he knew exactly where to hit.

Two days later you found yourselves fucking in the bathroom of a restaurant. You had excused yourselves while out with friends and he locked the door behind you. Again, he fucked you against the wall but this time from behind.

~~~ ♡

You had gone a week without fighting and it was peaceful… but you could help feeling a bit horny. Jeongin’s had only fucked you when angry or in a mood of his own and you wondered if he would went you asked rather than in the moment.

You were in bed and you wanted him. Nothing could fill this void. You realized in that moment how much he’s changed and how he makes you feel. You felt… love.

Soon your boyfriend came into the room wearing his boxers and an undershirt. You sat there, looking at him. You had put on one of his shirts and waited to see if he’d notice.

“Cute…” he says while smiling at you. He sat on the bed, ready to tuck himself in when you stopped him.

“Hey Jeongin…?” You ask meekly while tapping his arm.

“Yes?”

“I um… maybe we can…” you stumbled on your words as he looked at you a bit confused.

You decided to move and sit i his lap which surprised him.

“Baby… I love you…” you said while looking at him. You then felt him holding your hips,

“I… love you too, y/n”

“Really?” You said, wiping a tear.

“Of course I do.” He smiled and gave you a kiss on the cheek.

You smiled and looked down at his lap. You noticed a bulge in his pant, probably from you sitting there and moving a few times.

“Baby… can we… can we um…” you tucked at the belt of his pants and he knew what you wanted.

“Of course we can.” He nodded and laid you down on your back.

You were excited. Your pussy was practically aching for his touch and you we’re finally getting it.

He took off your panties, then his boxers. He removed your shirt and kissed you from your bare breasts to your soft lips all the while his hard cock was rubbing against your wet cunt. Your moans smothered by his tongue.

After a bit of making out he entered you and was thrusting softly. He had arms on each side of you as he did so and would softly kiss your neck or lips. This wasn’t fucking… for the first time in months, you guys were making love.

#kpop x reader #kpop #kpop imagines #kpop smut #fanfic #stray kids #stray kids smut #skz x reader #stray kids jeongin #skz jeongin #yang jeongin #skz #skz x y/n #stray kids x poc reader #stray kids i.n #reqs open #kpop angst #stray kids x reader #stray kids fanfic

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aaakikoo · 2 years ago

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THINGS I HATE IN BAKUGOU FICS !

an -> so this is just a ramble, don’t get offended (or do), but I just wanna talk about this😭 rblog n tell me if you agree with some of the things !

Warnings -> cursing

another an -> these r just my personal thoughts & opinions

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NR1. NICKNAME ‘SUKI’ 🥺

This goes first place for a reason. I hate that nickname with every blood ounce, cell, and muscle in me. I just find it super fucking cringe. Like no way in hell y’all r calling Bakugou suki🤪🥺.

I get like it’s a ‘cute’ nickname but I’d prefer something like ‘kats’ for example. ‘Suki’ is way too fucking sappy in my opinion.

NR.2 NICKNAME ‘KATSU’ 🥹

This isn’t as bad as ‘suki’ but is still pretty fucking bad, again it’s way to sappy for me too.

NR.3 BULLY TO LOVERS TROPE 🖕🫶

recently I stumbled across a fic about bully Bakugou that fell in love with y/n, aka the one bullied.

It was the worst thing I’ve ever read. No hate to people who make it or enjoy it. In my opinion I just thing it’s pretty fucking bad. Like why do you romanticise bullying.

I get the idea of bully to friends to lovers, but bully to lover is just bad. It’s not just katsuki bakugou but basically anyone.

NR.4 MISOGYNY 🚫💁‍♀️

I despite it when some writers make Bakugou a huge misogynistic piece of shit. Like to be fair he isn’t the nicest person in the show but he is definitely not misogynistic. He is probably the least misogynistic male in the series. All I’m gonna say is sports festival and Mitsuki Bakugou.

NR.5 TOO MUCH FLUFF ☁️

Okay here is the deal. We all love a good fluff fic about our fave characters. I do too, and I love Bakugou fluffy fics. Love it when it’s sweet & cute, being called pet names, treated gently etc. but some of these writers on here I swear to god. They make the man too fucking soft. I just feel like Bakugou is the type of person who would be softy and cutie n shit from time to time. But not on a huge fucking degree.

In my opinion over-fluffy fics that include Bakugou just doesn’t seem realistic and doesn’t match his personality it’s like it doesn’t feel like I’m reading about Bakugou anymore Yk?

#bnha headcannons #anime #bnha fanfiction #manga #mha #bnha #bakugou katsuki #bnha bakugou #bnha bakugo katsuki #katsuki bakugo my hero academia #headcanons #mha bakugou #bakugou headcanons #bakugou bnha

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sweet-marigold · 7 months ago

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Idk why buuut I kinda made this comic

I was supposed to draw Lucifer and Charlie but no! I had the audacity to draw Alastor too

(you actually inspired me to make this comic somehow so yeah you're one of my inspiration!)

OMG THATS SOOO CUTE!!!

I love that Lucifer is giving al a lil ducky as a gift 🥺🥺🩷🩷

This is so adorable I love it

Avshshsh I never expected to be an inspo to anyone like y’all r so sweet im so happy 🥺🥺🩷🩷

#sketchbuddies

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rainbow-pop-arts · 1 year ago

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Huuuuggggghhhh, last part of my Trigun Maximum vol 8 thoughts for @trigunbookclub….

Some thoughts on TriMax chap 50-50.5 under the cut!

Eeeeeeew, Wolfwood’s cross has a spine!! (´д｀)

(Edit: somebody pointed out that those were just bullets, my bad bruh (ง ื▿ ื)ว but can you imagine-)

So this is where Wolfwood dies-

YOOOOOO, IT’S THE- IT’S THE- IT’S THE JUICE THAT WOLFWOOD DRINKS TO HEAL!! ( ◉ ◯ ◉ ) Looks like the juices he drank I saw in Stampede are in the manga!

KID WOLFWOOD KID WOLFWOOD KID WOLFWOOD KID WOLFWOOD-

Oh my, looks like Wolfwood’s experimentation in Stampede also happened in the manga

Silly scene ( ◕‿◕ ) after the hell they experienced (they’re gonna experience hell again anyways)

Yeeeee, Vashy and Wolfy finally got found! ( ⁀ᗢ⁀ )

OH MY GOD, Y’ALL……he’s wrapped in a blanket, something I always wanted to do to him 🥺 (he deserves it)

Vash and the others: *Discussing about Knives*

Me: Haha, Knives looks like a chicken :D

IT’S THE GUNSMITH WHO’S BUDDY-BUDDY WITH VASH!! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ

MERYL!!! She knew Vash isn’t dead, that’s so sweet 🥺

( ◉ᗝ◉ )!!!??? Did he just……exploded that dead plant?

Nooooo, Woowoo don’t gooooo (ノ ˃̣̣̥ Д ˂̣̣̥)ノ

Woowoo spin-off

G i r l

So plants can get sick and there are doctors to treat them! But seems expensive tho, like really expensive. If only there are people knowledgeable enough to know how to create plants (Ó3Ò)

Big bro Woowoo 🥺

Aaawww

Anyways, this dude shows up

Got Wolfwood all beaten up

Dramatic ass

Yaaaaay, Wolfwood attacks and protects! ╰(▔∀▔)╯

Wolfwood says farewell to that girl who’s actually the baby that he took care off back in the orphanage

That’s all for TriMax vol 8! ★>d(,,･ε´-,,)⌒☆

Bonus thoughts: So uh…Knives’s plan is doing great…which is not good. Vash was imprisoned for months, luckily Wolfwood came to rescue him! But then Livio and the old guy attacked him. But hey, cool to know that Wolfwood’s past in Stampede is similar (or the same?) as in the manga! I hope in the next volume Vash, Wolfwood, Meryl and Milly have a reunion, I hope they got a plan to stop Knives, and I hope Knives calm down a bit.

Anyways, for finishing this chaotic volume, check out this Wolfwood sketch I did when I had to draw poses in art cram school

#trigunbookclub #trigun brainrot #trigun maximum #trigun thoughts #trigun manga #trimax #trigun #vash the stampede #nicholas the punisher #nicholas d. wolfwood #millions knives #trigun vash #trigun wolfwood #trigun knives

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hotgirlstiles · 2 years ago

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hotgirlstiles fic recs!!

VERY SPECIFIC REC: u know those fics where its alive hale family and theyre all a little older and stiles has the BIIIIGGEST cutest crush on derek hale except he isnt close w derek but he IS close w the entire hale family who is practically in love w him?? well boy do i have TWO fics for you…

only by entering the wolf’s den and the key!! these are probably the cutest and greatest fics to ever live.. also more recs under the cut cause i have been collecting them like gold

everything, everywhere (every day) is a pack vacation fic and IM SOOOOO OBSESSED WITH THIS SHEESH. dereks ablittke annoying but fucking hell its SO worth it 😭😭 my mom was listening to the song true loudly from the other room and it started playing during the confession scene and desr god it felt like a fucking movie bro

keep it together <3 sorry couldnt resist not putting it here i feel like i’ll always include this in every fic rec i have 💗 it’s my most favorite supernatural creature stiles fic to exist 🫶🫶🧸

california is a series and it has two works and i swear to god bro it’s the hottest fucking fic i have ever read. it’s pure smut though so don’t get mad at me 😭 its genuinely so hot and is everything i like..

all the roads that led to you OF COURSE A SWEET SWEET WONDERFUL DEREK CHARACTERIZATION POST S2 FIC <33333 yall already KNOWWWW how fucking obsessed i am w post s2 fics where the characterizations are just fucking CHEFS KISS! this is so so good (my bookmarked lines: “if i lose you, too, i’m not surviving it this time.” / he wishes he could turn 18 and suddenly wash his hands under the sea the way macbeth yearned to.)

it’s pack research ok this is a littke pwp that focused more on the plot but its soooo cute 😭 stiles decides to read werewolf erotica and its sooo silly.. the pack makes fun of him though and the author wrote it rly well .. this is just so goofy i loooorv it 🥰

things thicker than water 🥺🥺 okay y’all already know how much i love me some whump stiles and this author is a fucking GOLDMINE for whump stiles ESPECIALLY stiles claudia relationship! their fics r my fucking fave honestly theyre always on the forefront of my mind.. this one is of my faves especially <3

words alone !!! another one of my fav nogitsune fics 🥺 just fucking obsessed with their relationship in this one and how derek handles the whole situation. just obsessed with derek

unstable OKAY I POSTED THIS ALREADY BUT I JUST HAD TO SAY IT AGAIN. this is one of my fav fucking fics holy shit. stiles is psychotic and its just. really good. i love how the author handles it and how it affects stiles’ relationships and i especially love how derek reacts to it. i just fucking love this whole fic i lovelovelove this derek characterization it’s everything to me🥺

love so hard, it could rip my throat out All right.. another post s2 fic.. sorry i’m a little obsessed with these type of fics abd by that i mean post s2 and sterek a little unhealthy and hiding from everyone and finding solace in each other and derek isnt some weird asshole macho asshole.. hes just in love with stiles.. dear lord!

let’s get lost. really really REALLY good fic! its. kinda canon divergence from s3a and it just deals with stiles issues from the darkness and again. very amazing derek characterization. what do yall expect from me 🤷‍♀️

first son, last chance THIS IS SOOOOO GOOD it’s way way intense and violent especially in the last parts but its SO good. yall know how much i love me some bodyguard derek sooo ��🥰😘

a bro’s guide to surviving an assassination attempt. ANOTHER BODYGUARD DEREK 🥰🥰🥰 this one was reallyyyyy really nice and goofy and cute! my bookmarked lines: i’m going to need you to be a big, brave boy for me now, okay? / god. you have hometown hero written all over you.

“… all Derek wants to do is lock him away in a safe place and then tear LA apart piece by piece until his claws are sunk in Kate’s throat. It’s revenge for his pack, yes, but there’s something else there, now. Something Stiles shaped.”

destiny sucks. this might be my last rec since its getting too long 😭 but sheesh. this one. just love derek in this one. its post s3a and stiles dealing w the darkness & his spark yet again but how derek deals w/ his anxiety attacks is just so 🥺once read this while listening to this love by taylor swift and sobbed violently

through time and space is really reallyyyyy cute 🥺 derek gets time traveled to the past (he’s from the future where theyre older n rogether) and sees teenager stiles and is just. ahhhh its so so sweet and endearing i love this so much

ok i lied. the taming of the wolf! canon divergence where derek lives in the burnt hale house nd stiles befriends him.. heehee<3 its all so sweet and cute. one scene always stays w me it’s derek fighting and screams at stiles to run and stiles actually does because he knows derek trusts him to do it and knows that derek wouldnt want him to get hurt 🥺 its a really nice difference from the usual stiles scenes when derek says that and it was really sweet to me.. like it makes sense to me..

OK LAST ONE I PROMMY. the beginner’s guide to everyday magic. Ok. stiles gets pushed out of the pack BUT IN A WAY THAT MAKES TOOOOTAL SENSE! yall know i wouldnt give yall a pushed out of pack that doesnt make any sense! this shit was toooo good! stiles moves to the countryside and its just SO good. really warm and good

OK LAST ONE AGAIN. all your problems are distractions. ok this doesnr focus on sterek much because it’s post s3a where scott is being his usual adorable self who just wants to help allison & stiles but it kinda goes crazy 🥺 allison and stiles’ genders are changed and it’s basically a story on how they handle it. i am not immune to a really good and cute stallison fic okay!

WAIT WAIT OKAY LAST ONE LEGIT! traces by siand!!!!! one of the few siand fics i like LOL this is a deleted fic.. its post nogitsune and im soooo fucking in love w this it’s basically everything i want and need in a Post nogutsune fic!! ALSO THE DEREK IN THIS ONE IS SOOO FUCKING GOOD YALLLL i wish siand would go back to writing derek like this uts sooo fucking good 😭 def recommend!

wait okay this one FUCK i almost forgot! but thunderstorms and police lullabies. THIS THE FUCKING ONE UALLLLL!!!! fix it fic for before boyd dies .. oh gid man. just a really good fic for stiles healing and a wonderful pack. its seriously one of the fics i always reread its so so soothing and healing. kinda wish the sciles was a little better but its honestly so worth it..

ok that’s all ❤️❤️❤️ enjoy the fics .. 💗

#txt #sterek #WHEW this was a work out #sorry if theyre kinda known ok i have delusions about these fics

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SELENE !!!!! UR XMAS EVENT IS ADORBS !!!! AND SO COOL 🥺 i am excited for all the ficsies u have in store !! and to support hehe i would like a matchup please if that's okay!! 🥺 (feel free to prioritise others tho!!!)

here are my details hihi:

name: sel

anime: jjk

preferred gender of match: any of the boysies!

fave thing about the holidays: gift giving!! i love giving gifts and thinking of things that remind me of a person!!

personality: hmm my love language is acts of service and quality time (both ways) and am a bit shy when it comes to showing and receiving affection (verbally & physically)!! people tell me i'm warm and easy to talk to but i am also introverted ehehe ; love matcha and cafes in general, outdoorsy things like nature and hiking and travelling, baking and cooking, good music gets me thru anything, dogs!!! (this is all i can think of rn....)

ilu 🥺 u r so sweet for making this event!!!!!!!

omg selly being the first ask and the first to receive a matchup feels like fate!!! hi sweetums i am so happy you decided to join my event and i am even more excited to match you up with:

GETO SUGURU !

ok now hear me out!! i feel like y’all would lowkey have some of the best, most introspective conversations about life and living and what it means to be a human, while also having goofy moments where you just can’t stop laughing and you have a knot in your side that won’t go away. he’s always quietly doing things for you that make your life easier without you even noticing, like watering the plants or filling the brita (or better water filter ‘cause ik they lowkey lie), and he loves leaving you little notes of adoration around the room! the two of you spend time together reading on the couch, writing little notes and annotations in the margins, a matcha or a hot chocolate always on hand. he’s a little more reserved with his affections in public, opting to hold your hand or put an arm around your waist to make sure people know you’re his, but in private, he’s constantly kissing you and telling you he loves you! he wouldn’t force you to be more extroverted, but loves it when you decide to pop out of your shell and be a bit more ‘out there’ with his friends. he adores your introversion and is always looking to leave an event early if it means spending time together curled up on the couch watching a movie!

RUNNER UPS: ⠀ ෆ itadori yuuji ⠀ ⠀ ⤿ i can just imagine y’all going on like hiking trips ⠀ ⠀⠀ together omf ⠀ ෆ gojo satoru ⠀ ⠀ ⤿ literally feel as if he’d be such a good counterpart ⠀ ⠀⠀ to you !

⠀ awe u didn’t think that was all was it???? merry early christmas selly!!! hope u enjoy ෆ

geto’s arms are starting to get tired, hands full of gifts and bags with tissue paper in them as he huffs softly, breath coming out in a soft little puff of mist as he waits for you to open the door. he’s been heaving gifts back and forth from the car to the house, but there’s been a light flurry of snow that makes his ears and nose burn.

“my love,” he mutters, groaning softly at the feeling of the bag handles cutting into his hand, “how many presents did you buy?”

your voice filters into the entryway as he tries to maneuver his snowy shoes off without his hands. “well, a lot. mostly ‘cause i kept seeing things that reminded me of you and i wanted to get them.”

his heart warms, because he knows you think of him and he can’t even be mad. “i thought we agreed to a budget of a hundred dollars.”

“you agreed.” you’re working on a project in the kitchen, hands busy as you’re wrapping someone’s gift. “i didn’t agree to shit.”

he sighs, knowing that christmas presents are a fight he’ll never win with you, but he loves you just the same.

back to the event masterlist

#event!twelvedaysofxmas #୨୧ . sel #ෆ ; mutual love #ahhh hope you enjoyed!!!

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twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat · 10 months ago

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io 🥺🥺🥺🥺 …………

first of all im sorry its taken me a bit to get to this!!! usually when i get tags and comments that are so thoughtful i just let them marinate for a while so can gather my thoughts psjidkdj 😭😭 but i NEED u to know how much this means to me!!!

like. gosh. i cant tell u how emotional i got reading this?? u r so so kind and sweet and im just soooo happy u enjoyed it …. AND UR SONG IOOOO i already gushed abt it a lot but im still so floored like . i cant praise it enough. i cant praise YOU enough. i was kicking my feet holdinh my head in my hands i was so excited PDVDNBD

anyway!!! im just gonna pick out a couple of ur comments and respond to them but i need u to know that literally every single thing u said made me sniffle im just so touched :’3 instantly went to my motivational folder hehe im gonna read em over and over again when i need a pick me up!!

i think this is the most beautiful way i’ve seen his eyes described to date.

^ THIS IS SOSO KINDDDD i rlly wanted to depict his eyes in like . the most breathtaking glow-in-the-dark kinda way ever psjdkjd im so happy u thought it was beautiful <33

jesus christ. like atp i was nervous i’d just be quoting your entire fic back to you. i couldn’t believe i had just read this. like. i’m not trying to gas you but i think if you ever write an anthology of poems i’d be first in line to buy???

^ IOOOO 😭😭😭 u r way too sweet im sobbing. im soooooosososo flattered n touched by how much u liked the writing???? to me the biggest compliment ever is when ppl call it ”poetic” so im just . sitting here giggling and smiling LMAO im overjoyed !!

can you tell i’m obsessed with the imagery of the apricot blossoms. it HIT every single time.

^ AND THISSSSS IM SOO HAPPY U NOTICED IT i think ur the first person to point it out!!! i looovvee apricot blossoms idk why i just love them and i think i associate them a lot w satoru too!!

almost lost my cool here. almost got very very very fucking feral. his knight in all reality, her knight in his eyes fr.

^ THISSSS THIS THIS U GET IT prince!gojo is literally so devoted so obsessed so in love that he comes off as the knight and reader is just . 🧍 like KNOW UR PLACE SMH (i think their mutual devotion is just sooo sweet though i got so excited when u pointed it out)

i really puffed out my chest when i read this. immediately though to myself. “i’m NOT little no more” 😤

^ STOP UR SO CUTE no bc i think that would make him tease u more 😭😭 hes sooo infuriating. ”little knight” this ”little knight” that he thinks its a petname LMAO

READY TO FLING MYSELF INTO A VAT OF MY OWN ADORATION FOR HIM OH MY GOD I WOULD DO ANYTHING FOR HIM. SLAY ALL HIS ENEMIES. RETRACT EXISTENCES JUST TO AVENGE HIM. COAT MY HANDS IN THE BLOOD OF THOSE WHO CROSS HIM AND PAINT MY SWORD IN MY DEFENSE OF HIS HONOR. Y’ALL ARE NOT SEEING ME IF I’M HIS KNIGHT. 🤺🤺🤺

^ SOOOOO REAL SO TRUE IM NODDING IN AGREEMENT…… i would literally lay my life down for him fr

WHO IS THE KNIGHT SIR IS IT YOU OR ME. WE SIT ON A HILL MADE OF OUR SIGHS N THE DEVOTION WE TRADE BETWEEN BREATHS FEELS LIKE A KISS! YOUR HONOR I LOVE HIM SO MUCH. I’D OBLITERATE EVERYTHING IN ALL BRUTALITY JUST TO STRETCH THE LENGTH OF HIS SOFTNESS FURTHER YOU DO NOT UNDERSTAND!!!!!

^ ”we sit on a hill made of our sighs n the devotion we trade between breaths feels like a kiss” IO???? dont drop bangers like this in my rbs i fell to my KNEES…. no bc ur so right!! one is a knight and one is a prince but when theyre alone like that theyre just the same yknow?? both soo devoted and sappy and soft :<

I’M SUPER SHY SUPER SHY BUT WAIT A MINUTE WHILE K MAKE YOU MINEEEEE! 😭🤚🏾 my god i got butterflies. i felt soooo shy. i pulled my blanket up over half my face dear god i’m so in love with him. dizzy. drunk on fondness. drowning in it. 😭😭😭

^ I WAS SOO HAPPY TO READ THIS PSJFJS i was reeaaallyyy hoping that line would hit a lil bit….. i giggled a little writing it LMAO hes just the softest man in the world 🥺🥺 its so natural to him too!!

AAAA AND UR TAGS IO 💔💔💔 theyre ALL so sweet and funny i cant tell u how happy i am that u enjoyed it 🥺🥺 like REALLY this made my whole week. ur so so KIND i dont even know what to say …….. i know ive mentioned this before but i really do love ur writing sooo much and i think its so poetic and pretty!!! so it means sm coming from u <333

i wanna say more but this is already long wahh ;;; i just appreciate u so much!! tysm for reading and taking the time to write this all out <333

how deep is your devotion? ; satoru gojo

synopsis; you’re his knight, and he’s your prince. if only it were that simple.

word count; 6.6k

contents; satoru gojo/reader, gn!reader, royalty au (..but no effort put into making it historically accurate in any way oops), knight!reader x prince!toru!!, childhood friends, mutual pining, fluffy overall, some hurt/comfort too, vague allusions to abuse (reader is punished by one of the castle maids as a child but it’s only really hinted at), knight!reader is horrendously devoted but prince!gojo is arguably worse, he would burn the world down if u asked nicely <3

a/n; big big BIG thank u to @softgirlgonehaywire for having the biggest brain in the world and infecting me w this concept <33 if u pay attention while reading u can tell the exact moment i started slowly spiraling into insanity

you are five years old when you meet the prince.

five years old, a mere child, and too young to be blinded by such brilliance. too young to be where you are; curled up in a dark alley, back against a grimy brick wall, covered in bruises. like a beaten dog — scrawny and afraid. waiting for a strike that never comes.

the boy in front of you is also five years old, but you don’t know that. something in him looks older, somehow, something in the way he carries himself. like he doesn’t have anything to be afraid of. like he’s never even felt fear. he parts his lips and speaks like he has the right to, like he’s comfortable in his own skin, a radiance so blinding you could mistake him for the sun. too much for you to bear.

”does it hurt?”

the words fall on deaf ears. but you flinch, your body reacts, a tremble down your tiny spine. you hear the sound but not the words. too mesmerized, too paralyzed, unable to look away from the blue of his eyes, painted with rich watercolour hues. seeping into the world around you like ink on paper, cobalt and aquamarine and something else, something you’ve never seen before —

a blue so jarring it makes you shiver.

the boy has an innocent face. almost girlish, plump cheeks and long lashes, clean clothes and smooth skin. a little too pretty to be out here, you think, in this part of town — too pure to be anywhere near someone like you. he’s above you, that much you can tell. a pretty, innocent face, untouched by dirt or ache; the face of royalty. an entirely different species.

there’s something keen in his eyes, a contrast to his childlike features. a sharp gaze, something that sees through you, something that won’t look away. something mildly frightening. enough to have you cowering in fear, hugging your knees closer to your chest.

but then he smiles. and it’s sincere. sweet, vibrant, all honey and milk and a world you cannot reach.

a smile so captivating you take his outstretched hand, and let him drag you away to god-knows-where.

(that's how it begins. the dynamic that’ll follow you into your adult lives; satoru takes the lead, and you follow. no matter where he’s going.)

satoru gojo, as you soon come to learn, is the prince of the nation you reside in. the only child of the royal family, born with talent and prestige, fame and fortune, set to become king. a different species, indeed.

but he brings you home with him, to a castle so grand you feel as if your very presence is an insult to the architects who designed it, and convinces his parents to let you stay. it’s surprising, but you don’t protest; following him like a puppy at his trail. and he’s stubborn, insistent, demanding that he get to keep said puppy.

the king and queen don’t care one way or another. they glance at you with apathy, and tell satoru to do what he wants — but convincing the scary and displeased castle maids takes some work.

satoru doesn’t waver, though. he holds your hand in his, and demands that you be treated with respect.

and he wins. he always wins.

that’s how you become the prince’s playmate. raised alongside him, allowed to stay close, eat from the same food. he won’t settle for anything less. defending your honour, always, before you even know what honour means. before you care.

time passes slowly. joyously. every day is a new adventure, as you attempt to get used to the miracle that is your new life — sweet and silky, apricot blossoms and fresh peaches, duvet pillows and a bubbly laughter you didn’t know you still had. he coaxes it out of you, with every secret midnight outing, every bout of mischief he drags you both into.

satoru has nice hands, uncalloused palms, fingers that grasp yours and don’t let go. he takes you outside, to see the stars, to catch fireflies in the dark of night on top of the hill that oversees the castle. to take a dip in the river just below it, gleaming a silver hue under the blue shade of the moon. you worry about getting in trouble, but he reassures you — the prince can do what he wants.

that might be true, but you are no prince. not even close. satoru may safeguard you, but all you’ll ever be in the eyes of the world is a stray he got to keep.

and one time, only one time, you do face the repercussions of your midnight outings. you, and you alone. a bad influence — seething words, buzzing in your ears. an angry castle maid, and a stinging pain in your cheek. blurry tears.

but that’s an incident no one in the castle dares to speak of.

(you’ll never forget that look in his eyes.)

satoru is an odd boy. he keeps you close, always, clinging to you like he needs you to breathe. you don’t understand why, but you’ve learned not to question him. the castle guards all know you as the prince’s best friend, and some part of you knows that’s all you’ll ever amount to. but you don’t mind.

because you love him. at five years old, six years old, seven and beyond, you love him. satoru gojo, the kindest boy in the stratosphere.

a boy who keeps finding you, no matter where you are, who tugs you along as naturally as the rise of the sun. who raids kitchen cabinets with you and always makes you laugh, little giggles and chuckles that have him beaming proudly. a boy who cleans your wounds with a serious expression, and tells you that he’ll protect you forever.

(you tell yourself the same. that you’ll protect him forever and ever, until you run out of air to breathe. a boy so sweet you’d die for him.)

a pledge is made. you make it before you know what a pledge is. pledging to protect him, to become his sword, because even as a child you understand that his life will be difficult. you see it in the dullness that sometimes comes over his eyes, the apathy of his so-called parents, the hours he spends locked up with nothing but a pile of dusty books to keep him company.

so you decide to become his knight. his, and his alone.

it’s challenging. but you push through; training with another aspiring knight, miles better than you, black hair tousled by the breeze as he knocks you off your feet for the thirtieth consecutive time. wincing as the girl who sometimes watches your sparring patches you up, soft hands cleaning your wounds so tenderly that you almost choke up.

and eventually, as the apricot blossoms of the castle orchard wilt and bloom over and over in a flurry of pure white, your dream comes true.

there’s something playful in satoru’s eyes, when he places his blade on the curve of your shoulder. something sweet and fond, and just a little bit ironic — as if you’re still seven years old, and playing house.

you want to tell him that it isn’t a joke. that you’re serious, about this, that you’d tear your stomach open to keep him safe. but you know he’d just laugh. so you let the words clog up your throat, honey-sweet devotion sticking to the walls of your esophagus. breathing in through your nose, as he speaks. as the words you’ve waited to hear flow from his glossy lips.

when all is said and done, satoru smiles. he calls you his little knight, and you can tell that he’s teasing you. indulging you, as if he’s in on some joke that you aren’t. but you’ll take what you can get.

you call him my prince, expecting him to laugh it off, but his smile begins to fall. and a pang of ache rushes through your soul, instantaneous, guilty, although you don’t understand why.

so you keep calling him satoru. even though it’s more than a little unprofessional, and you become painfully accustomed to receiving a few judgemental looks here and there. a knight and a prince shouldn’t be so very close, they think, and you don’t disagree. but there’s nothing they can do about it, anyhow.

the prince and his knight can do what they want.

not much changes. you’re his knight, but he treats you the same as before. he’s playful, a little goofy, and you indulge him. as always. attached at the hip, bickering and bantering, bouncing off each other effortlessly. and satoru never bothers to hide your history, the soft spot he has for you; it’s in every fleeting glance, soft tilt of his head, teasing call of ah, there’s my favorite knight.

(you’re no stranger to jealous looks. sometimes a pout on the lips of a pretty girl, a crease between the brows of one of your fellow knights. and sometimes a glare, from his fiancée — a woman he was engaged to before he was old enough to speak.

but you don’t mind. you’ve never cared what anyone but satoru thinks of you.)

satoru never loses his smile, that effortless air of confidence. the charm that makes people want to follow him, a charisma you know well. one you fell victim to at five years of age. he’s still just a prince, far from being a king, but he receives the same respect.

and that keen, sharp glimmer in his eyes never quite goes away; the hardened shell around his heart unbroken. you see it in fleeting glances, during meetings, ones he allows you to attend despite your status. when he speaks to a room of people with more power than you can imagine, his voice unwavering. back straight. elegant, serious, the presence of royalty — enough to receive respect without even trying.

but he still shoots you a smile, easygoing, when your eyes meet. one only you can see.

as for you, the step into knighthood is a clumsy one. but you take your duties seriously, and adjust properly. a deep devotion runs through your veins, from your beating heart down to the tips of your fingers, where a sword lies clutched. you keep it close, always, ready to serve. to obey. to protect.

all of it for one person.

all you do is for him. duels in his honour, beasts slain for his peace of mind, and he’s always there to welcome you back. wiping the blood from your cheek, tenderly, smearing his untainted skin with red; all while he looks at you softly, a coo or word of praise waltzing on the tip of his tongue.

that’s only for when you remain unscathed, though, when the blood on your cheek isn’t your own. when you get hurt, it’s different — something begins to brew inside his eyes, and you can’t tell what it is. but he insists on bandaging you himself, paying no mind to your meek protests.

sometimes, you’re more reckless than usual. your injuries worse. sometimes he looks upset, angry with you, and doesn’t speak. you don’t, either.

a strange look comes over his eyes, every now and then. when you get down on one knee, to kiss his hand, the metal of the ring on his finger — and if you look up, you’ll see it. simmering inside those blue depths, something just as fond as it is sad. troubled, you think.

(something tells you he’d kneel, too, if only you’d let him.)

the bond between you remains intact. even as you begin to shoulder more responsibilities, more duties, even though you don’t have as much freedom as you used to. even though you seem to get less time to spend with each other every single day. but you stay together, even so; just like when you were children, running around and causing trouble, more than you could get away with now.

despite everything, satoru has grown up into a fine man. and you couldn't be prouder.

“do you think i look good in black? be honest.”

you throw him a glance. curious, somewhat perplexed, eyeing him up and down.

satoru is wearing a white blouse, puffy sleeves and a low neckline, showing off the skin of his bare chest. no black colours to be seen. you think back to that banquet he attended last month, forced into an expensively tailored black coat. a corset around his waist. and then you hum.

“sure you do.”

”suguru said it makes me look like a try-hard,” he scoffs, crossing his arms. tilting his head in your direction. ”do you think he’s jealous?”

”definitely.”

a moment passes.

satoru narrow his eyes, and gives you a dubious look. clicking his tongue. ”… something tells me you aren’t taking this seriously.”

”i am,” you assure him, a lazy smile at your lips. meeting his gaze, that displeased little pout. still smoothing a brush down the mane of your horse, the smell of hay soothing your muddled senses. ”just tired. you look good in anything. you know that.”

he hums. silent, the sound of a spring breeze filling in the gaps.

it’s late. outside the stables, the world is engulfed by a dark sky, almost too murky to see anything. hazy stars glimmer in the distance, and a sense of fatigue gnaws at your bones. it’s been a long day, and yet you’re here — doing even more work. just a little more.

and satoru’s right there with you. even though he’s just sitting there, on the floor, not lifting a finger to help. not that he has to. insistent on spending some quality time with you, keeping you company. just talking and munching on the food he snuck in, bread and cheese and an expensive bottle of wine, that he leaves completely untouched. he tries to leave some of everything else for you, though. keyword being tries.

a sense of peace simmers in the air. palpable, almost enough to taste, as midnight air streams in from the opened doors, chilly and pleasant on your skin. ruffling the thin fabric of your clothing.

and it’s nice, you think, just to have satoru there — talking about this and that, complaining about all the annoying people he had to meet yesterday, yawning every now and then. nostalgic. like this, it almost feels like you're still kids. back when you spent every single hour of the day by each other’s side.

it’s been a long time since you got the chance to speak like this. satoru’s been busy, and so have you. more so than usual.

”are they running you ragged?” he suddenly asks, and you don’t realize you’ve spent the last minute staring into space. resuming your brushing, with steady hands, but turning your head to meet his gaze.

”need me to…” he makes a slicing motion with his hand, right over his throat. a glint of mischief in his eyes. ”handle it?”

and you scoff. amused, but answering him seriously; unsure if his question is all-together humorous, if it doesn’t carry a hint of something genuine too. ”of course not.”

there’s a weariness in the way you blink. the way you pet the animal in front of you, having finished getting the dirt and blood clots out of her mane. she lays down in her stall, and you smile. turning around to rest your back against the wooden border between you, a respite for your aching bones.

it gets just a little bit tiring, sometimes. fighting, patrolling, helping townsfolk. protecting the castle, making sure everything is in order. killing whatever needs to be killed. cleaning the stained silver of your sword.

but…

”it’s my duty,” you answer, seriously, and it comes out sounding like a vow. because it is.

you avoid his gaze, but you can feel it, as you pick up the wine bottle by your feet and pop the cork. soft moonlight flits in from the windows, illuminating the green glass. a chartreuse glow that reminds you of fireflies, shimmering in your grasp, and for some reason it soothes your heart.

satoru only hums, far from approving. popping a piece of cheese into his mouth.

after a brief pause, he continues. ”you don’t have to be so serious all the time, you know.” his voice comes out a little raspy. it’s got a certain tilt to it, one that means he wants you to take him seriously. ”not around me.”

you take a sip of the wine. expensive, blood red. it’s too sweet for your taste, heavy on your tongue.

”… i’m less serious with you than i am with others.”

satoru sits up a little straighter.

”yeah?” he grins, a kind of satisfaction blooming in his eyes. cerulean and sweet. almost smug, you think, like the cat that got the cream. ”that’s good. you really should loosen up, though.”

a glance. fleeting, just to see him — but he isn’t looking at you. he’s looking outside, through the opened window, at the sway of the apricot trees. white petals flitting in, landing by his feet. in his hair.

when his eyes meet yours, they’re smoothed over by that something you can never put your finger on. a blend between longing and fondness. crinkled at the edges.

”you’ve got a pretty smile,” he exhales. ”be a shame not to show it off.”

when you look at him, really look at him, you see it. that fatigue. it slips out when he talks to you, a sincere way of speaking that never quite allows him to hide his emotions. you hear the hint of a yawn, can practically feel the weight on his shoulders. the weight of an entire nation. a weight he was always bound to carry.

(you could never bring yourself to be even remotely alright with it.)

“have you been doing okay?” you ask, and satoru blinks. there’s a soft look in your eyes, as they trail over the contours of his face, his lashes catching the light of the stars. an innocent, pretty face. but he looks tired. frail. like he hasn’t been sleeping properly.

something rotten bubbles up inside your throat.

”they’re running you ragged, too,” you say, hand settling on your hip. where your sword usually is. unconsciously, on instinct — or maybe just to make him laugh. ”need me to step in?”

satoru chuckles. husky, mellow. dripping with soft amusement.

”settle down, little knight.”

a moment passes. silent. his eyes flutter shut, for a second, and a breath slips from his lips. almost a sigh. in the distance, you hear the quiet coo of an owl.

”of course,” he eventually answers, opening his eyes. and you think he looks a little resigned. but smiling. self-deprecating, you think, although he’d like you to assume otherwise. ”all of it is just preparation, anyhow.”

a flimsy smile, as he looks into your knowing eyes. ”it’s what i was born for, wasn’t it?”

you purse your lips.

“… i don’t think so.”

another chuckle. a little delighted, this time.

“yeah,” he cranes his neck, emitting a low groan. “me neither.” something sweet blossoms in his eyes, sweet like the crunch of the apple he bites into, juice dribbling down his chin. ”but it is what it is.”

a beat. you part your lips, trying to find the right words. ”tell me if there's anything i can do,” you settle on. the same words you always choose. ”anything at all.”

satoru smiles. “right.” his voice carries a teasing tilt; almost a purr. ”there’s nothing you wouldn't do for me, hm?”

“— there isn’t.” you smile. “nothing at all.”

he blinks. a little dazed, for a second, and you watch as his ears redden. slight, enough for you to notice, but gone before you can bring it up. a contemplation smooths over his features. and a pleasant breeze flits in, ruffling his hair, apricot petals kissing up his skin. he looks at the apple in his hands.

then he sighs. placing his palms on his knees, and rising to his feet. his arms twitch, muscular beneath the flimsy blouse, and you gulp. although you aren’t sure why.

“alright, then.” his eyes flicker in the dim light, sharp and decisive. he crosses over to you with long strides. “there is something you can do.”

when he’s close enough, satoru reaches out his hand; opening his palm. a silent beckoning. you look at him, not saying a word. his expression is unreadable.

then you intertwine your fingers with his. unquestioningly, even in the midst of your confusion.

(it reminds you of that day. when he pulled you up to your feet, held your hand in his and refused to let go. leading you to the promise of something better.)

no matter where he goes, you follow.

and satoru grins. it’s sweet, just like back then, a smile so vibrant you wish you could tuck it into your sleeve and keep it there forever. he curls his fingers around yours, gentle, fondness bubbling up inside his eyes. for a second, you think you see the sun.

“come with me.”

at first, you truly aren’t sure where he’s going to take you. hand in hand, you begin to walk, feeling the midnight breeze nip at your skin. beyond the castle walls, away from the hustle and bustle of the nearby town. satoru holds your hand and smiles, tousled tufts of white hair swaying with the wind, leading you to a place you know well. a place where the air tastes like freedom.

it’s the river you used to play by as children.

gleaming a solemn silver under the evanescent moon, framed by bushes of lilacs, blooming indigo and violet and pure white. butterflies flutter about, almost glittering, blue wings settling down on the leaves. the scent of nectar hangs heavy in the air. on top of the hill just above you, you think you can spot tiny little glowing dots; green and yellow, buzzing around. dancing merrily, now that there aren’t any troublemaker children left to trap them.

satoru lets go of your hand, to roll up his sleeves. the hems of his pants. then he’s taking a step forward, dangerously close to the edge of the river, and you can tell what he’s thinking.

“ah — wait —“ you stumble forward, to grab hold of his arm. a worried crease forms between your brows. “that's dangerous, satoru. you could slip and fall.”

he turns to face you, a teasing mirth in his eyes. smirking lightly. “oh? is that so?” he hums, a slight tilt of his head. then he’s stepping closer, so close you feel his warm breath on your skin, but you will yourself not to step back. “wanna know what i think?”

he leans forward, just a little further, warm air brushing against the shell of your ear. flushing beneath it. his voice comes out low, a sleepy lilt, dangerously raspy. hand ghosting over your waist.

”i think you’re too scared to get in.”

you blink.

”… really?” you deadpan, stepping back a tad. satoru looks pleased with himself. awfully amused.

“really,” he purrs. “you were always like that. could barely dip your toes in without shivering.” he reaches out to pinch your cheek, a coo on the tip of his tongue. ”scaredy-cat.”

you raise your brow. unimpressed.

satoru steps back. inching closer to the river, until a quiet splash tells you that he’s standing in the water. lapping up his bare legs, not enough to even reach his knees — it felt a lot scarier when you were smaller. he’s still holding your hand, very loosely, fingertips ghosting your own.

“c’mon,” he coaxes. soft, encouraging, a playful glimmer in his eyes. teeth catching the light of the moon. “or is it too much for my brave knight to handle?”

satoru laughs, when you furrow your brows, attempting to hide the flush of your cheeks. a warmth spreads through your chest at the term of endearment, and you bite your lip. melting a little.

his knight. his favourite knight.

“.. fine,” you tangle your fingers in his own. sighing deeply, taking a tentative step forward. “just be careful, okay? i don't want to deal with your whining if you hit your head.”

“ah, but you’d kiss it better, no? if i asked?” he flashes you a honeyed grin, eyes rich with amusement. you hope the darkness of the night is enough to hide the red of your ears.

a grumble buzzes in your throat, locked behind your pursed lips. something in your jaw goes tight.

the man in front of you softens. parting his glossy lips. he says your name; slowly, thoughtfully, as if savouring every syllable. dragging them out, speaking with a lilt that tells you he’s being sincere.

“— loosen up. it’s just you and me.”

so you do.

and it’s odd. how easy it is to get lost in him, the watercolour of his eyes, the brightness of his grin. how pliantly you let him whisk you away. before you know it, you’re playing in the water — because satoru splashed you, laughing at the shock on your face and the shiver of your spine, and you had no choice but to retaliate.

the sound of his laughter fills the air, sweet and bubbly. deep and giddy. strands of hair stick to his wet skin, droplets running down his neck, but his grin never falters. bright and toothy, boyish. he looks younger than you ever remember him being. like there’s no weight on his shoulders, none at all, only soaked fabric weighing him down. a flimsy, see-through blouse.

you think it’s ridiculous. two grown adults, splashing each other like children. but his melodic giggles are contagious, and before you know it, you’re laughing too — and satoru looks at you like you hung all the stars in the sky. through dewy eyelashes, with cerulean eyes that melt into the pale blue of the moon and the silver of the river. filled with wonder.

a particularly ruthless splash knocks him off balance, and he has the instinct to reach for your arm; stumbling, slipping, dragging you down with him. you land on his chest, cheek against his neck, his pulse against your skin. erratic, joyous. fluttering happily.

his chest is heaving. lifting you up and down, a little, rhythmic and comforting.

a sudden yelp slips past your lips, as you get snapped back into reality, into the realization that you basically just pushed your own prince into a river and used his unfairly soft chest as a cushion. a mumbled string of apologies escapes you, as you attempt to get up, scrambling to find footing.

but satoru wraps his arms around you. tucking you under his chin, keeping you flush against his chest. nice and still.

and then he sighs. a blissful little breath, fatigue seeping out of him. into the air.

“stay like this, for a bit,” he rasps. ”it’s okay.”

his heartbeat resounds in your ear. warm and rapid, like claps of thunder, coaxing you into closing your eyes. satoru has always felt so very safe. the water of the river is cold, seeping through the fabric of your clothing and sticking to your skin, but…

(he’s warm.)

silence. and then, a whisper; frail, slipping past his lips, gently slicing the silence in half. softer than you've ever heard him speak.

“i missed this.”

…

nuzzling into his neck, you breathe him in. he smells like sandalwood and dried roses, buzzing with warmth, heavy arms around your waist. solid. when did he get so big? you used to be taller.

then again — that was a long time ago, wasn’t it?

“… me too.”

“missed you,” he continues, his jaw on top of your head. it’s a sincere confession; childlike in its innocence. “missed hearing you laugh like that. feels like it’s been so long.”

you stay silent. unsure of what to say. satoru continues, and you let his husky voice carry you away, the tremor of his chest running through your entire body. soothing like a lullaby.

”we haven't had much time together, lately. i’ve been worried,” he admits, and something about it strikes you as rather sheepish. a little ashamed. ”it bothers me that i can't be there to watch over you. make sure you're treated with respect, you know.”

a sleepy chuckle. muffled into his shoulder, almost a scoff — slightly exasperated. little droplets cling to his skin, sticking to your lips.

”relax, your majesty,” you tease. ”i promise the other knights aren’t bullying me.”

satoru pouts. you can hear it, when he speaks. ”i’m serious,” he huffs, squeezing you lightly. ”and it’s not them i’m worried about. suguru’s there.”

another scoff threatens to escape your throat. you want to tell him the only knight that should be suspected of bullying you is suguru himself, but before you can even think to part your lips satoru’s beaten you to it.

”they all treat you so carelessly.” there’s something cold to his voice, an irritation tugging at his teeth. oddly seething. ”like you exist to serve them. like you’re disposable.”

a moment passes, heavy with a silence so thick you don’t dare break it. when he speaks again, it’s an order. a demand.

”i want you to tell me if they go too far.”

silence. again. you can do nothing but gnaw at the flesh of your bottom lip.

(he isn’t wrong. but that’s simply what it means to be a knight — half-human, half-weapon. an unattainable ideal, stuffed inside a suit of armor.

when a weapon breaks under the force of a slash, the only choice is to throw it away. that much you know.)

”it’s fine. i’m not that fragile,” you weakly protest, but it’s not enough. satoru huffs.

”you’re a human being,” he reminds you. strangely stern, for once. chastising. ”you deserve to be treated with respect. knight or not. fragile or not.”

a deep inhale. he breathes in, and the rise of his chest carries you with it. his voice buzzes with something, a slumbering kind of fury. one you haven’t heard in years.

“if anyone gives you trouble — if anyone hurts you… if anyone makes you feel unsafe,” he almost spits the words, like they’re venomous, sacrilegious. ”tell me. i’ll destroy them.”

silence. and then, a chuckle.

that’s all you can manage; that one meek little breath. resisting the urge to cower, at the love that clings to every word he speaks. angered affection. a promise, dangerously genuine, like a growing wildfire.

”i can take care of myself, satoru,” you remind him. hoping it’ll soothe him. ”you know that.”

but his grip around you only tightens. gentle, even still. as if you’re made of glass, a firefly cupped in his palms. he lets the silence linger, for a moment.

and then;

“i’d do it, you know.”

a questioning hum. “do what?” you ask, though some part of you already knows.

satoru’s reply is instantaneous. an arrow hitting its target, cold and concise, decisive. frighteningly honest. almost a growl, flattened, a hint of teeth behind his soft lips. ”destroy them. anyone.”

”i’d tear this nation apart if you asked me to.”

…

(ah. that look in his eyes — one you remember well. strung together with blurred memories, the sting of a palm on your cheek, a castle maid you never saw again.)

you search for the words. biting back a gulp, hesitant. “… i wouldn’t.”

“i know.” satoru yawns, breathing you in, voice shifting back into the softness you’re so used to. your shoulders relax. “but i would. if that’s what you wanted.”

and it’s a little scary, the depths of his devotion. but you’re almost certain you’d do the same for him. maybe you're both a little sick in the head, a little too eager to serve your hearts on a silver platter.

“it bothers me, you know.” satoru breaks you out of your thoughts. gentle, a soft lull of his tongue. ”when you get hurt. when you fight for me.”

“i know,” you murmur. you’ve seen it in his eyes, a worry he’s not as good at hiding as he thinks. ”i want to, though.”

“and i want you to be safe.” a chuckle bubbles up in his throat, just a little bit rueful. “you never listen, do you? so stubborn, i swear. always worrying me.”

you bite down on your lip. he sounds… a little sad.

“… sorry.”

a moment’s pause. then he shakes his head; cradling you close. “it’s fine. i’m here. always,” his palm runs down the small of your back. ”in case anything happens.”

he inhales. ”and when i become king —” a beat. he swallows thickly. ”you’ll never have to worry again. no one will be able to touch you.”

”satoru,” you crack a small smile. amused. raising a single eyebrow. ”i’m not worried. i can protect myself.”

”i know. but i’m saying you don’t have to.”

and then he’s pulling back. just a little bit, just enough to see you. cheek smushed against his chest, comfortable and soft, more unguarded than he’s seen you these past few months. it’s enough to get his heart racing.

enough to have him reaching out, fingertips ghosting over your hand, tangling your fingers together. bringing it to his glossy lips. a chaste kiss, brimming with unspoken murmurs of love.

”— i’ll protect you forever,” he vows. ”remember?”

there’s devotion in his eyes. heavy, a vow he’ll never quite be able to voice in full. something that makes the blue of his eyes glow even brighter, cerulean, aquamarine, a blue so jarring it makes your heart beat faster than it should.

you blink. starstruck, caught in a daze, lost within that sea of blue. distracted by his warm breath on your cold skin, the soft whisper voiced against your knuckle. something shy blossoms in your chest, enough to have you averting your gaze.

“... you really don’t care about the dynamic here, do you?” is all you can reply. a meek scoff, a weak attempt at hiding how flustered you are. “i’m the knight. i’m your protector.”

“oh, i know.” a smile sticks to his lips, playful, the back of his hand caressing your cheek. a coo on his tongue. “my little hero. what would i ever do without you?”

a roll of your eyes. satoru chuckles. in the distance, you hear crickets chirping, a breeze rustling the lilac bushes all around you. he’s still cradling your cheek, smoothing over your wet skin, brushing a drop of water away with his thumb. clinging to your bottom eyelash.

“i don't get it, though.”

you blink. when you meet his eyes, satoru looks a little perplexed. muttering under his breath, absently rubbing circles over your cheekbone. you resist the urge to close your eyes again, biting back a blissful sigh.

”a prince shouldn’t care for his knight…” he repeats, like he’s heard the string of words a million times before. ”the idea of that. i don’t understand it. never have.”

the smile that blossoms on his lips is soft, indescribably so, as if he’s looking at the most precious thing in his life. rich and warm, like wine in your veins, nectar on your tongue, a chest pressed against your own. dripping with fondness.

satoru tilts his head, as if in confusion — but he’s smiling. “what’s so strange about wanting to protect the one dearest to my heart?”

…

his hand slips from your skin, a warmth leaving your cheek. only to search for your hand, again, cradling it in his larger palm. placing it right over his chest, against the soaked material of his blouse. ”feel that?”

you do. a rhythmic rise and fall, a soft flutter from the depths of his ribcage. as if it’s itching to break out, out of the cage that binds it, the hardened shell around it. a heart too big for his body.

”it’s you,” satoru whispers. ”all for you.”

a moment passes.

silently, you lean forward; tucking yourself into his neck. into that comforting warmth, wet skin beginning to dry, the steady thrum of his heart right by your ear. you listen. not saying a word, afraid of what might leave the confines of your strangled throat. it feels as if your heart has begun to crawl upwards, sweet honey blocking your airways, and all you can do it feel it pulse.

all while satoru gazes at you, fondly. placing a big palm on the back of your head.

fireflies dance in the distance. butterflies flutter about. strings of lilacs bloom under the glow of the moon. and satoru’s heartbeat never changes, never falls out of tune, a sound you would recognize even if the sky were to shatter, if the world were to end. the sound that saved you, the boy who dragged you out of hell. into his light.

satoru gojo is everything. he’s the beat of your heart, the silver of your sword, the reason you believe in goodness. he’s your prince, your favorite person, and you’ll protect him until your very last breath. until the world runs out of oxygen.

a boy so sweet you’d die for him.

(a boy so sweet he wouldn’t want you to.)

a shiver runs down his spine — sudden, a shudder of his bones, and a quiet little sniffle. you feel it, hear it, and don’t attempt to bite back the fond smile that slips into the curve of your lips.

”c’mon,” you beckon, almost a coo, placing your palms on his chest to hoist yourself up. ”let’s go home.”

but satoru shakes his head. and then he traps you again, strong arms around your waist, pressing you against him. you could escape — you’re almost certain you’re stronger — but you don’t quite have the heart to. ”it’s fine,” he huffs. almost a whine. ”stay.”

”you’ll get sick.”

”i never get sick.”

a deep exhale. tumbling from your lips, just a little bit humorous. mostly exasperated. ”that can change,” you mumble, fingertips dancing along his exposed skin. absentmindedly.

a smile. one you can’t see, but you hear it clear as day. he sounds content, like he’s got everything he needs right in front of him. ”some things never change,” he informs you. pleased. ”just look at us.”

and he’s right. so you don’t say anything else.

but your heartbeat quickens, only for a beat or two, and you’re almost certain he feels it. if he does, he opts not to tease you for once, and you’re grateful. and so the silence lingers. as if time has begun to freeze, into an eternal dusk, a string of silent seconds. broken only by low melodic chirping from the faraway fields, his soft breaths in your ear.

until satoru suddenly chuckles.

“hey,” he hums, shifting a little, the river swaying around you. pulling back to meet your gaze, eyes crinkled and voice raspy. “wanna know a secret?”

you raise your head. a dubious look on your face, one that has him breathing out an amused puff of air, like you’re getting ready to hear a bad joke. “... what is it?”

before the words have fully left your throat, he’s resting his forehead against yours — breath fanning over your lips. a pleasant shiver trails down your spine, at the close proximity, goosebumps spreading across your chilled skin. only exacerbated by the whisper that follows, so quiet you almost don’t know if you heard him correctly. childlike in its sincerity. a sunlaced smile woven in between the vowels.

“i think i was born to meet you.”

(a sentiment so sweet you barely even feel the warmth of his lips meeting yours.)

#im kissing u softly on the forehead !!#u r sooo sweet reading this rlly had me smiling to myself and giggling psvdhsjdh 😭😭😭#TYSM <33333 #self rb!!

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linafication · 4 years ago

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hello friend!! i just wanted to say that i adore your art style and characters and all that jazz!!! its very fun a cool and i love it!!! um 10/10 you should continue art if it brings you joy Beverly its really cool!!

:D thank you so much dude aaaaa!!!!! also I assume you were trying to say because there but. beverly,,,

#seriously tho thanks so much that’s really sweet of you to say aaaaa 🥺🥺#y’all r so nice to meee #I’ve been assigned beverly by anon’s autocorrect 😔#asks #shut up ental millness i have wonderful friends

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jawnjendes · 2 years ago

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who is your intended target audience for Sweet as Pie? Genuinely curious, what was the inspiration?

this fic was supposed to be a one shot. just johnny x reader w/ sensory issues. it kind of expanded the longer I sat writing it, and reader just became my oc, daisy lol

as for my “audience” (my 2 readers), i guess its people who want to feel loved and accepted for everything that they are, for people who felt like they were always on the outside looking in, for those who felt outcasted or like they’re always one step behind everyone else,,,,,,,,,

but its also for ppl who wanna get railed by johnny knoxville

#No but fr i don’t think I had any particular audience in mind #but in the early chapters ppl told me in the comments that daisy was very relatable #other ND ppl were reading and commenting saying how they could see themselves in my oc and I was like ‼️‼️‼️#none of my other oc’s have had that impact so I’m a lil 🥺#nowadays my audience is literally whoever wants to read #Idk where those other commenters went but I hope they r still reading it made me happy #(daisy would love y’all jfc)#ask #sweet as pie #anon

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dontknowplshelp · 2 years ago

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Seeing you cry for the first time

-> with Zoro, Shanks & Law

Zoro

doesn’t know what to do

panicks and looks around for someone to help him

he tries to comfort you but is literally so bad-

“oi, don’t cry!” no s sherlock

you eventually hug him and fr his mind goes completely ✨b l a n k✨

didn’t know what to do before but now he’s even more confused

STILL LOOKING FOR SOMEONE TO HELP HIM

pets ur head and tells you you’re annoying🥺

will wait till you stop crying <3

Shanks

he first didn’t take it seriously and laughed a little

when he realizes it’s not a joke he’s shocked but reacts quickly

immediately pulls you in his arm

will let you cry urself out

whispers sweet things in ur ear to make you smile again

y’all just laying on the sofa after this and talking about what happened

also brings you water bcs u r dehydrated💀

he tells you to never cry again

(his heart probably wouldn’t take it)

Law

his first reaction was to look for enemies

why else would you cry if it wasn’t because of an enemy?

checks if you have any wounds

when you tell him you’re not hurt he’ll be confused as hell

“huh?? what are you crying for then?”

if you ask him for a hug, he won’t say anything

just looks away and opens his arms a bit

pls understand that it’s an yes

hugs you back and tries to understand you🥺

his crew will probably tease him a lot because of this hehehehehehhe😈😈

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strwbnnie · 2 years ago

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Hii your blog is so cute and I love the way you write. Can I request a chubby reader x stoner roommate sero.( ima pothead myself 😅) And some smut please cause I’m so weak for this man.

Thank youuuu 🥹💕 & this def might get a part 2 cause I’m in love with stoner Sero 🥺🫶🏾

c/w: 18+ MDNI

❀

It was around 1am and the two of you sat in Sero’s smoke-filled, glossy black Subaru BRZ , parked in a desolated area of your building’s car lot. AC blasting while slow r&b played from his Bluetooth.

Your legs in his lap as you sat with your back facing the door. You re-lit the joint you were holding, hitting it while you watched him rolling another. His thin, nimble fingers were so precise with every roll and tuck, he could probably do this with his eyes closed at this point.

It only made sense to be doing this on a Friday night. There was no class the next day and Sero was off from work for the next two days.

Exhaling the smoke from your lungs, you held the joint to his lips, letting him hit while his hands were occupied.

He took a deep hit, holding it for a while before letting the white smoke escape his airways. Watching the seasoned pro got your pussy soaking wet every time.

He ran his tongue up the side of the joint before plopping it in the unused cup holder.

Sero grabbed the lit joint from between your fingers, hitting it and leaning over to blow the smoke into your mouth.

His cologne was damn near intoxicating, he smelled so damn good and you just wanted to climb into his shirt with him.

Of course he wouldn’t be him if he didn’t press a kiss to your lips, loving how flustered the gesture made you. He explored your mouth as you did his, tongues tasting each other’s as they fought for dominance.

He finally pulled back and both of you stared into each other’s pink-tinged eyes, breathless and aroused.

He rubbed his hands over your legs, trailing up your thick thighs and then back down, loving the way your soft skin felt.

Y’all planned to just smoke, but things never went as planned once he gave you that look.

Which is exactly why you were leaned over the middle console with your shorts and panties halfway down your thighs. Sero slouched back against the car door, pulling you into his lap once you got your bottom half naked for him.

He hooked an arm around your right leg while you held the left one back so you could be spread wide for him.

Your right arm draped over his chest to play with his ear, something you knew he loved, while he rubbed your pussy. You hazily watched as Sero scooped up a gush of slick, sliding his fingers in his mouth to lick them clean.

“You taste so good baby.” He wasn’t bullshitting when he said it either. Sweet, fragrant & a little tangy is how he’d describe it, and he was fuckin’ addicted.

He did the same, rubbing his fingers around in your wetness and licking them clean one more time before pulling them out of his mouth and slipping them inside of you.

“F-Fuck.” You let out a breathy moan as the lengthy digits stretched you out, reaching so much further than yours ever could. His pace was nice and slow, letting you get adjusted before he was full on fucking you with his fingers.

“Ha-Han.” Your moans came out in pants when his thumb began to strum at your clit, pussy still stuffed with his fingers. Sero was so fucking good with his fingers, working your body like a well learned instrument. He knew just where to poke and prod, toying with the rigid, squishy spot at the roof of your cunt.

“Feel good hun?” He asked, taking your closed eyes and slow nods as a yes. “Perfect. So perfect for me baby.”

He was so affectionate it made you want to melt. Placing kisses all over your neck and cheek, whispering sweet nothings in your ear eliciting the sexiest moans from your lips, smirking when he felt your pussy clench around his fingers. “Pussy squeezing my fingers so tight, love.”

His fingers gradually slowed, your orgasm slowing down with them, until they were just keeping warm in your cunt.

“Hantaaa.” You whined, making him pop your thigh.

“Relax,” He leaned up, ready to switch positions. “I wanna eat your pretty pussy.”

You nodded, gripping his wrist and sliding his fingers out of your cunt. “Wait..lemme taste.”

You sucked his wet fingers into your mouth, humming in delight as you wrapped your tongue around them, making sure to lick them clean.

It took every ounce of control he had not to bust in his pants as he watched you through hooded eyes, wishing your lips were wrapped around his thick dick instead.

“Mmmm. Okay, how you want me?” You asked licking your lips.

“C’mon, Lola Bunny.”

You giggled at the dumb nickname he gave you after that damn Twitter challenge, since it was both of your favorite position.

You straddled his face, letting out a startled gasp when he roughly pulled you down. He began lathering your cunt with licks, cleaning up the mess he made earlier.

He tapped your thigh twice, which meant he wanted you to rise up.

“Don’t be shy babe, you know what I like.” He spoke, placing a hard smack on your juicy ass.

You nodded your head as you lowered yourself onto his tongue letting out a sigh as the thick appendage filled your pussy. Sero gave a soft moan as your delicious juices coated his tongue.

He moved his hands from your thighs, giving you free reign to use him however you wanted. Sero loved that you were never overly gentle with him, sure he was a skinny guy but he knew what he could handle.

You slipped a hand under your hoddie, pinching and pulling at your nipples while the other one was threaded throughout his inky hair as you rubbed your pussy up and down his face.

His muffled ‘mhm’ gave you all the courage to go faster, loving the sensation of his tongue filling your cunt and his nose bumping your clit with every rock of your hips.

He reached down to pull his basketball shorts down, cock smacking his stomach with a small thud. Sero rubbed small circles over the head with his thumb, lazily stroking his fist up and down all eight and a half inches while you rode his face just how he liked.

“F-fuck I’m gonna-.” You cried out as your juices squirted all over him. He drew his tongue over your folds a couple more times before you lifted yourself off.

You breathed deeply, trying to catch your breath as you started down at him.

He smiled stupidly, a sight to behold—as his mouth, cheeks and nose were completely covered in your slick. He lifted the bottom of his shirt, wiping his face before sitting up and pulling the shirt completely off, tossing it to the floor.

Still on your knees, you leaned over and arched your back for him. Of course the car was the perfect place for him to give you those devilish back shots you loved so much.

Although he would’ve loved to fold you in half in his backseat, he appreciated the sight of you presenting him your gorgeous pussy and cute little asshole much more.

Wasting no time he pressed himself against you, sliding his cock deep inside your pussy. The both of you moaned, your toes curling as he began to fuck you.

“Damn baby.” He let out a hiss, watching you cover him in more of the creamy white with every thrust. “Creaming all over my dick.”

Hanta pressed his fingers deeper into your soft love-handles, holding you tighter. His slender hips slammed against you time and time again, burying his thick cock deep into your pussy every single time.

He fucked you nice and hard, so hard you were sure someone had to notice the way the car rocked as he pounded you.

“Baby I’m gon-gonna cuummm.” You moaned. Your body felt like it was on fire from the intense pleasure Sero brought you.

“Uhhuh, gonna cum for me pretty girl?” He praised, rubbing his big hands all over your body. Your chubby tummy, back, thighs, ass—nothing went untouched by him as he fucked you to your second climax.

“Yesssss fuck Hant..ahh.” You moaned his name as you came, warmth engulfing him as you creamed all over his cock. “Hanta I’m cumminggg.” You whined as he continued to fuck in and out of you.

“Yeah, that’s right.” He sighed, leaning his head back as he pulled his limp cock out of your pussy after cumming with you.

Your hole clenched from the after shocks, squeezing more and more of his cum out, gifting him the most alluring creampie he’d ever seen.

He used his already soiled shirt to clean you up, helping you back into your shorts one leg at a time, chuckling when you could barely stand without his help.

“How you feel?” He asked, rolling the windows down and letting all the smoke out.

“I’m hungry and sleepy.” You were still a little dazed and out of breath, wanting nothing more than to climb into his warm bed and cuddle.

“Well let’s get you some food love.” Hanta replied as you both exited the car.

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