#hopefully after i make this i can go back to focusing on the positive things that i actually like about sab

[greensaplinggrace]

Alina didn’t choose to have her powers taken from her and she didn’t intend for them to be lost. You can’t say Alina chose her ending when the ending was deliberately forced on her without her consent, and she is actively upset by this.

It has been said before and I will say it again:

Alina explicitly wants her power in the books. She has conflicting feelings on it, which is normal, but does on multiple occasions admit to herself as well as others that she likes the power, that she wants it, and that she does not wish to lose it.

This is not due to a lack of conceptualizing Alina liking her powers and Alina’s greed for power as separate things. This has nothing to do with Alina’s greed. Outside of Alina’s greed for power, she comes to love this part of herself she neglected all her life because she was raised by people who could not understand her and who taught her to be wary of her own people and culture, so much so that she subconsciously avoided dealing with who she actually was.

Equating Alina’s power with her greed is exactly what those oppressing grisha do in justification for their hate crimes. You are using the same logic as a cast of people set on genocide and oppression. Not to mention the direct connection between grisha being based on jewish persecution and how the thing that defines grisha is equated with greed, which is a highly common antisemitic depiction of jewish people.

Alina is the ethnic jew raised by goyim. She is the repressed queer child of homophobic parents. She is everybody who only got to realize and express themselves after finding and connecting with their community late in life.

A story about a persecuted minority hunted because of what makes them different ending with your main character, who is a part of that minority, losing that piece of themselves and being forced to assimilate, is incredibly problematic. And anybody who makes this criticism about “Alina choosing” forgets that Alina is a character who’s only choices are those made for her by the person who wrote her.

Another thing that people constantly misrepresent is that Alina is not happy to be stripped of her powers at the end, and explicitly expresses sadness, grief, rage, and anger about the loss of her powers. This is separate from her finding happiness despite her grief, but the grief never goes away. Which means that anybody saying she was happy to lose her powers or chose to do so is factually incorrect. Her agency is stripped from her in the end.

She doesn’t get to choose the peaceful life because the peaceful life is chosen for her. This is not a natural ending to a meaningful character arc of self realization. This is the regressive and brutal shafting of a character who’s arc was abused at every turn, and who’s actual development was walked backwards. Not because of her powers but because she is prevented from ever finding peace with her powers by the narrative.

She doesn’t have to fight a war ‘because of her powers’. She has to fight a war because her people are fucking oppressed. Laying the blame on what makes her different instead of the people who have singled her out because she is different indicates a severe lack of understanding in regards to racism, persecution, and oppression.

Her powers didn’t become so corrupt that they failed her in the end. She didn’t see the consequences and choose peace to avoid them because she wasn’t allowed to see anything at all. Her path was decided for her before she could even look down the other.

People focus on Alina and her powers because that is the story. It is a story about realizing something crucial about yourself that has been kept from you and repressed your whole life. It is an incredibly important story to tell. It is a coming of age story about self realization and self actualization and finding agency after a life where you realize you had none.

Blaming Alina being grisha for why she is stripped of her grishaness is fundamentally flawed argument. If the greed for power was what was supposed to be punished, then she would only have lost that which she sought in her greed. And if a balance needed to be reached, then there would be just as many sun summoners as shadow summoners in the world. Because she lost more than that and because of the discordance in thematic symbolism, the message becomes a punishment not for “greed” (which shouldn’t have even been the message in the first place for a plot and setting like this), but for something else. It becomes a punishment for her being grisha and coming to love and accept herself for it. It becomes a punishment of reveling in one’s difference. It becomes a statement about living outside of the boxes society tries to place people in. It becomes a message about oppression and assimilation on the side of oppression and assimilation.

The most important criticism about the ending will always be about the framing of Alina losing her powers. Alina choosing peace and love over power as a message would only have been able to work if Alina had been able to choose it. And to do so she would have had to choose it when she still had her powers. That is the only progression her developmental arc of “choosing peace and love” could have taken if it didn’t want to become regressive and strip her completely of her agency.

#grishaverse #shadow and bone #sab #alina starkov #sab salt #sab critical #ruin and rising #sab negativity #sab meta #myramblings #i need to get this off my chest before i explode #this is a vagueblog yes im sorry i had to put all of this frustration somewhere im sorry #this isn't worded very well but i am at my wits end #hopefully after i make this i can go back to focusing on the positive things that i actually like about sab #i actually dont mind the ending (it isn't as if cheap endings dont exist) #but when people come out and say it was good for alina or that she liked it or that the message was in any way a good one? #when it was actively harmful and entirely regressive? #no #alina's arc is a regressive one #which isn't exactly bad #but when it's framed as GOOD well... then there's some bs going on #fandomcourse #negative #negativity #antisemitism mention tw #genocide mention tw

[tripleyeeet]

THE ROGUE TAX (2)

SUMMARY: Fed up with paying Astarion to pick all the locks, you force yourself to learn the hard way.

PAIRING: Astarion & Female Reader (reads as Gender Neutral but future chapters will be femme focused, just a heads up!)

WORD COUNT: 2,635

WARNINGS: Short nightmare sequence, too much sexual tension, slight mentions of a handkink, inappropriate lock pick teaching.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I know I'm posting these super early but day two of the Haunted Hoedown! This time the prompt is "finders keepers!" I honestly had so much fun with this one, so hopefully all the new Astarion fans that've followed me in the last day enjoy? Love you guys. :))))

Also I was originally going to make all of these challenge fics separate but I've since decided to make it more of a connected fic so... that's a thing now? I'll link the last chapter below!

CHAPTER LIST / MASTERLIST / NEXT CHAPTER

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“I wasn’t aware you were so proficient at lock picking.” 

You smirk at Astarion’s false praise, busying your hands against the lock’s mechanism. You’ve only been at it for five or six, maybe seven tops but you can already tell it’ll be a while. The lock itself is tough; covered in a layer of thick rust. Plus, being that it’s a chest and not a door, it’s a bit more advanced than you’re used to.

“Yes, well, not all of us are vampires that can woo their way through a padlock.” 

In response, Astarion laughs, throwing his head back so dramatically that from the corner of your eye, it looks as if he’s lost his head for a moment. “You do realize who you’re talking to, correct?”

You hum out a response and push the short hook further in, feeling the pressure of a loose pin hit the end. When that happens, you grin to yourself and slide closer to the chest, biting your bottom lip in excitement. 

Over the last few weeks, you and the rest of the group had come upon some interesting findings. A cave inside a well, a few hidden cellars around the surrounding the goblin camp, a hidden chest or two. At first, it was exciting, getting to experience the joys of a good treasure hunt but quickly such feelings fell once you discovered how difficult it was to break into said things without the help of Astarion and his seemingly magic hands.

“I know you’re excited to prove yourself, darling, but why don’t you let me finish things off, hm? It’ll go a lot quicker.” 

You shake your head and continue your ministrations, carefully pushing the hook further in, feeling that alleviated pressure of another pin. “I’m tired of relying on you and your bloody rogue tax.” 

After agreeing that Astarion would just pick every lock your party found for a price, it was evident he was more than willing to take more than he was owed. Saying things like I did all the work or you wouldn’t be here if not for me, it was obvious he was exploiting you. Using his roguish charms to earn himself a bigger cut despite doing next to nothing else. 

It was frustrating, to say the least. Another minor annoyance to add to his long list of negative personality traits, and lately you were determined to combat it. To learn the trade for yourself so that every piece of treasure found could remain solely yours. 

“I’m sure everyone is but that’s the price you pay for a professional.” 

You roll your eyes and continue to fiddle, feeling his gaze glued to the positioning of your hands —how your fingers tighten and twist around the metal instrument. 

You’d be lying if you said it didn’t make you at least a little bit nervous —having his eyes on you. Across your palms, you can feel the slick of sweat collecting with each new movement, while behind you, you can practically feel Astarion’s judgement throughout, silently picking apart all of your mistakes. 

“You’re doing—“

You shush him angrily before he can continue, knowing he’s trying to break your concentration. Knowing that he thinks that if he can prove to be enough of a distraction you’ll end up slipping up and giving in. 

“I was just going to tell you about the wonderful job you’re doing.” His tone is laced with sarcasm. Drenched in a thick layer of impatience that has you groaning under your breath. 

“Isn’t there someone else you can bother?”

“No.”

You know there is. In the other room of the abandoned building you currently find yourselves in, at least four other people are rooting through the rubble. Most likely they’re stationed in their usual areas. Gale’s probably next to the stack of bookshelves with Karlach, telling her all about his collection back at the camp while Wyll and Shadowheart are searching through the cellar in hopes of more wine. 

“You sure?”

For a moment you debate telling him to go keep watch with Lae’zel just so that he’ll shut up but the thought dissipates once you feel him flop onto the floor beside you with a groan. 

“Everyone else is so dull,” he complains. His line of slight flickers between your face and hands, watching the way they remain almost too still as he speaks. “They’re all do this do that, and for what?”

You shrug your shoulders ever so slightly, unsure of what he means.

“They’re all living for other people, darling. Other causes. Everything they do serves a higher purpose and for that reason alone, they’re boring.”

Despite your previous determination your hands release themselves from the padlock before you find yourself readjusting —moving to plop down next to him. “You think everyone’s boring because they’re selfless?”

“Predictable,” he corrects, pointing a loose finger in your direction. “All of them talk too much about a future that may not even come considering we’re infected and have little idea on how to remedy the situation.” 

You’re not sure where this rant is coming from but you welcome it considering it’s been weeks since you’ve had a normal conversation that didn’t revolve around mapping or looting or combat. Weeks since you’ve taken a moment to learn about the people you find yourself in constant contact with. 

“Some people just don’t like looking back.” 

There’s a hint of surprise in his eyes when you respond as if he wasn’t expecting such an answer. Or really, maybe an answer at all. All at once his face seems to rise in thought, taking a moment to absorb the words before he hums in response, pursing his lips. “Yes, well, I suppose some people don’t have a past worth running from.”

What’s that supposed to mean?

The tadpole behind your eye wriggles for his attention before you can even think to suppress it. Working to pull him in as you stare at one another, narrowing your eyes at the sudden cerebral contact. At first, he’s reluctant. You can feel the pushing sensation suggesting that you stop. That you should stick to the confines of your own mind rather than pestering him, but quicker than you can move away to agree, it’s as if you’re sucked back in again. Pulled by the very thread of your own brain matter to see flashes of a life you assume to be his.

The first thing you see is candlelight. A flickering of warm hues that dance across wooden interiors. It’s almost dizzying the way the light shifts across your vision, forcing you to close your eyes. Next to you, you can hear Astarion breathing heavily. Deep inhales followed by even deeper exhales that you swiftly use as a metronome to carry your focus. To aid your tadpole’s connection. 

Swallowing hard, you listen to the beats of his breath, feeling them take over your chest as the vision in front of you grows to reveal bits of cobblestone. In the background, you can hear the faint sounds of scuttling feet. The dripping of water. A hungry growl followed by an even hungrier gnaw of flesh that squelches on your tongue. 

You can taste the iron —feel the fur and bones of an unknown animal brush against your lips and gums. All of it swirls around your mouth like a tornado of overstimulating sensations, forcing the vision to pass as you reach for your throat, coughing up nothing but your own spit despite how real it feels. 

It’s apparent then what Astarion means. That some people aren’t always blessed with the privilege of running away. That people like him don’t have the means of calling upon allies to aid them through the awful shit that is reality. 

Even with such little context, you can sense through his tadpole that he’s alone in this life. Alone before the Illithid —alone now. And more than likely, he’ll be alone after it’s all over, in death or otherwise. 

Rubbing your throat —trying your best to get rid of the tainted feeling of skin and bone from your mouth, you feel empathy rather than sympathy. An understanding of his words as you look toward him, noticing the far-off look in his eye before he blinks and travels back.

“I only showed you that to save the explanation,” he says, and whether or not it’s true you merely just nod, welcoming the silence. The tranquil hush of two people attempting to navigate the other. 

It doesn’t last long. In between, there are a few moments of background noise. The sound of echoing footsteps and muffled voices. You know it’s the others looting just as you should be, but neither of you moves to join until Astarion eventually clears his throat, signalling change. 

“Anyway, they’re all in their own worlds, coasting on the wings of optimism.” He flicks his hand around the air while rolling his eyes. “It’s disgusting and partly why I choose your company above theirs.” 

Letting yourself fall back into your usual, somewhat antagonistic rhythm, you give him a curious look. “Partly, huh?”

“Don’t get too excited,” he quips, the edge of his lip twitching into that usual grin of his. “The other part is the potential of your blood, darling.”

“Ah yes. And here I was assuming you were just following me around so that you could steal my treasure.”

Both of your eyes move back to the unbroken padlock. It’s the only thing in this room that seems to be worth either of your time and Astarion knows it. It’s why he’s been so keen on your failure. 

“You know, I could help you if you like. Show you a thing or two so that the next time this happens you don’t have to rely on me.”

It’s tempting, even if you know that you’ll be taxed to all hell. Whatever spoils you find will ultimately be cut in half and, more than likely, he’ll sweeten the deal for himself by claiming first pick. 

“What’s the price?”

He shoots you a look of offence, clutching his chest. “My dear, I’d never dare put a price on the education of thievery.”

You hold back a grin, pressing your lips together, watching the way he quickly springs into action, motioning for you to hand him your tools. When you do he begins to explain the process, showcasing all the tips and tricks against the air with careful precision. Which would be helpful if you weren’t so focused on his hands rather than his words. On the way they curl around the handles of your tools, tightening with every gesture performed. 

Astarion’s got nicer hands than most. Long and thin and surprisingly well-manicured for someone who spends most of his time in the forest or drinking the blood of unsuspecting animals. And guiltily enough staring at them so intently just reminds you of that night he drained your neck. 

You can still feel the pressure of his fingers against your head. The way they roughly cupped you like a goblet of wine. Despite the fear in that moment, you’re now able to look back at that memory almost fondly. A moment of potential weakness for you somehow became a moment of trust for him and as a result, here you were now, acting almost friendly amid a terrible situation. 

It makes you grin, prompting Astarion to stop his explanation and narrow his eyes. 

“Are you even listening?”

“Hm?”

There’s a knowing glance that befalls his face then. A transition of clarity that has his mouth opening and closing before he hands you your tools. “Might be best if we take a more hands on approach.” 

You look at him confused, letting the hooks in your hand lazily rest in your palm as you watch him hop to his knees and begin to guide you. 

“I want you to do exactly what you were doing before, alright? Use the hook to push the pins.” 

Despite your continued confusion, you follow his position by kneeling in front of the chest and popping the hook into the hole, digging around the darkened space until you feel the shift of that first pin. 

“Got it?” You spare him a glance and a nod, watching him crawl towards you, positioning his chest firmly against your back before reaching out to hold your wrists. “Now, take that other hook of yours and situate it at the base of the barrel.”

Doing exactly that, you feel his fingers slowly slip over yours, navigating you through the trials of getting that second pin to shift as the barrel turns in your grasp. At first, it’s difficult. Mostly because all you can focus on is the breath that hits the side of your face. The heat of the air that travels down your spine in nervous waves you’re almost certain he can feel. But then you’re reminded that you’ve been here before; stuck within his heated grasp. 

“That’s it. Just like that.” 

You’re practically holding your breath as you find that third pin, feeling Astarion’s hand shift you in the right direction before you lose it at the last second. Ever so gently, his chest shifts upwards against your back so that he can rest his chin on your shoulder to get a better look. A newfound weight that makes you close your eyes and release a bit of air from your nose, realizing how intimate this is. 

Somehow it feels even more personal than letting him feed off of you. Perhaps because the bloodsucking was for his own benefit, knowing Astarion, moments like that where he’s able to take rather than give mean next to nothing to him. They’re just moments of manipulation. A series of tactical steps he takes to get whatever he wants whereas this is different. This is for you. 

You’re not sure how to describe it other than an offering of trust. Maybe it’s a token of appreciation for letting him consume. Maybe it’s nothing more than a game to make you squirm beneath his grasp. Either or, it’s an experience you know you’ll be thinking of for days to come, attempting to decipher its intent.

“Once you feel that final pin I want you to ease it in gently, alright? Be delicate.” 

You offer him no response as you listen to his words. If you did, you’re certain he’d make some offhand comment that would only further the lewdness of it all, grinning like the mischievous prick he is. 

“After that, you should feel a little shift and —voilà!” 

The chest clicks open. Your breath releases in a long, much-needed stream but Astarion makes no effort to move from your frame. Instead, he continues to cling to your hands, angling his chin so that when you eventually look at him you’re practically touching noses. 

“That’s it?”

“That’s it.”

“It’s that easy?”

Slowly but surely he slips from your frame with a nod, his hands sliding across the expanse of your sleeves, coating your skin in a wave of goosebumps as he moves to stand. “Yes, but keep it hush, hush. Wouldn’t want the others to find out, would we?”

You shake your head, a small smile creeping across your lips as you then turn towards your reward, gripping both edges of the lid before pushing it up. Inside there are only a few items. A few spell scrolls and some fabric but it’s enough to get you excited regardless, realizing that it’s yours.

“Not bad for your first go.” Peeking over your shoulder, Astarion watches as you sift through everything carefully, unrolling each scroll to read the details before looking back up and raising a brow. 

“You sure there’s no tax?” you ask, but all he does is laugh and shake his head. 

“Finders keepers, darling. As I promised.” 

#the rogue tax #baldur's gate 3 fan fic #bg3 fan fic #astarion #astarion bg3 #astarion fan fic #astarion series #astarion x female reader #astarion x reader #astarion x you #haunted hoedown #haunted hoedown writing challenge #summer writes

[kenmakodz]

CANDID LOVE ˙✧˖📷

06. brain food ☆

writing in-between cuts!

a quiet knock on the door catches your attention, which was previously focused on scrolling through random shows on Netflix. a weird feeling, you get. an emotion that seems to be the love-child of excitement and nervousness. there's no time to run away from these feelings, though, so you get up and open the door for the poor boy who's been hauling 3 bags of food.

"my god" he sighs, setting the bags down on the coffee table. "i think my stomach has eyes. there's no way we're finishing all this in one night." you laugh, noticing how he's holding his arm out of pain. "i've definitely done the same, more times than i'd like to admit-- here, sit down for a bit." gesturing to the couch, you sit down and pat a spot relatively close to you. he takes this offer with open arms, considering he'd walked pretty far. "sorry i took a while, hopefully i didn't keep you waiting too long?" his hands fidget together as he takes in your room. it's the size of a triple, but you have it to yourself. it's quite surprising how nice the school treats transfer students, considering how main students are usually shoved into a tiny room with 2-3 other people. you place your hand upon his; a ballsy move, but you know how it feels to be anxious about things. you don't want him to be anxious with you. "it's fine, really. i don't mind waiting for you." you smile, moving your hand back to it's previous position. embarrassment clearly runs through his body, but to you he just looked starstruck. after a moment of pushing these feelings back, he returns your smile. "i'm glad, then. um, can we eat? i fear my stomach is going to wrinkle up if we don't." "yes yuuta, we can eat."

"okay, okay. this seems good for now, i think?" he sits back from the laptop you two have been sharing, taking a second to re-read the outline. your eyes scan the page as well; it's a very.. rough outline. you start laughing at the last few lines, where he'd begun to give up on being professional. after all, only you two will see this draft. "why are you laughing?" he pouts, thinking you're making fun of the ideas laid out. "oh relax," you lean back with him, realizing he's gotten much closer than before. "i can just tell that you were rushing writing the final scene." his head whips to you and a hand clutches his chest, feigning shock; a sarcastic gasp falls from his lips. "how could you! we worked very hard on this!" your hand pushes his away from his chest, the both of them landing on his lap. "oh, shut up. i'm just teasing." he huffs anyways, a facade you've become accustomed to. after all, one of your best friends is nobara kugisaki.

reaching to a stuffed dog to your side, you hand it to him. "here, will an emotional support dog help?" he sighs, wrapping it in his arms. "i suppose." laughing again, you sit up and grab the laptop once more. "you're so dumb." he grips the toy more, you don't realize it, but he likes the way it smells of lavender just like you do. "what are you doing now, don't you think its enough for tonight?" you stop to think, after sending the draft to your phone. "well, we'll need to send casting calls to the neighboring schools sometime soon.. but i guess we can be done for now." he closes the laptop for you and places it on the table once again, looking back. "good, we can do that another time-" his sentence is cut off due to his phone practically blowing up in the room over. "sorry," he starts, getting up and handing the stuffed dog back to you. "let me go check on that."

"hey, sorry again. my friends were blowing up my phone for some reason." he comes back into the room where you two were sitting before, unsure if he should sit back down. he can't read your face, and you can't read his either, despite you both feeling the same way. "it's okay. you can sit back down if you want to stay a bit longer..?" you look down for a split second, anticipating the rejection he was about to give you. "i was looking for shows before you got here, but i couldn't find a good one." you try to convey what you say as a question, but it almost comes out as a plea. he doesn't say anything immediately, and you almost get upset? looking back up, you realize he's already getting ready to sit back down with you. "i'd love to stay. i also have an amazing suggestion for a show." your eyes light up, and it feels like the room filled with more air the way you both sighed with relief. "oh really?" you tease him, as he takes back the toy he'd left with you. "lay it on me then."

fun facts -> TWO PEOPLE PINING FOR EACHOTHER BUT NEITHER KNOW IT!!!! a classic trope. chefs kiss. yuuta offered to go get snacks not only because he was starving, but he also needed time to calm himself down before going to y/n's dorm. he was scared. scared that he'd say something stupid, give her the ick, embarrass himself. you know, the works. once he got there though, it felt like he never wanted to go home again.

-> GOD I LOVE THEM SO MUCh. screams. kicking my feet like a little girl writing this chapter.

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[static-radio-ao3]

@jegulus-microfic // january 1 // prompt: decent // words: 465

There are three knocks on the bathroom door and a call of are you decent? as Regulus dries himself off.

“Yeah, come in!” He calls back, glancing over his shoulder when James opens the door and shuffles inside, a stack of clean clothes in his hands. As soon as his eyes land on Regulus, he squeezes them shut.

“I thought you said you were decent!” He says, voice pitchy and panicked.

Regulus can’t help but laugh, glancing down at his naked form. A smattering of hickeys and bite marks along the insides of his thighs, on his hipbones. He noticed a few on his neck earlier as well and quietly lamented the fact that he’d most likely have to cover them up unless he wanted Barty and Evan up his ass about it.

“James, you saw me naked last night. Why are you being precious about it now?”

“I’m just trying to be respectful,” he murmurs, eyes peeking open but careful not to look at Regulus. He moves gingerly towards the sink, setting the clothes down. Sweatpants and a shirt. James’, probably. Hopefully.

“Oh? Were you also trying to be respectful when you spread me out on yo-”

James darts forward, a hand clamping over his mouth to shut him up. “Shh.” Regulus feels his hot breath fan the side of his face. “Sirius is down the hall.”

Regulus manages to refrain from licking at the palm of James’ hand where it’s pressed against his lips, but he did give in to the urge to roll his eyes. He pries James’ hand away and says, “If he didn’t hear us last night, he sure isn’t going to hear us now.”

It sounds more like a suggestion than Regulus intended, but he is more than willing to go with the flow here. After all, isn’t that what got him into this situation in the first place? A New Year’s kiss that escalated until Regulus was sure he had fireworks shooting through his veins, the ones in the sky paling in comparison to James’ hands on him.

“You don’t know that,” James argues, hand resting on Regulus��� cheek now.

And listen. Regulus Black is many things, but he is a little brother before anything else, so he opens his mouth and takes a deep breath, gearing up for a loud call of Sirius’ name

Before he can do that, though, the hand on his cheek shifts, moving to hold his jaw in a firm grip. “Shut up,” James tells him, eyes no longer shifting about the room but focused on him instead. With their faces so close together, Regulus can see the exact moment James realizes their position. The brown of his iris being swallowed up by lust.

There we go, Regulus thinks. And then: “Make me.”

#regulus' new years resolution: get fucked silly by james potter #sirius did not hear them btw - he was..... busy. #james potter #regulus black #jegulus #jegulus microfic #mil's microfics #mil's writing #my writing

[bonefall]

Is Sandgorse still abusive in BB? If so does he still save Sparrow? Idk I think it'd be a neat thing for Talltail to brood on and move past once realizing the truth. Like just because your abuser did a "Good Thing tm" doesn't mean you have to forgive them or that all of a sudden it excuses their past a tion towards you.

Or did you remove this plot beat entirely? If so I don't blame you :P

Weird that Tumblr search isn't giving me all the stuff I tagged :/ hopefully after finals are done I can compile a 1st draft/The Story So Far for the rework of Tallstar’s Revenge

It's now called TALLSTAR’S COLLAPSE. It is actually a story I am rewriting with tragedy in mind. It's about Talltail fleeing WindClan with his starcrossed lover, Sparrow, only to eventually be drawn back to it where he becomes a perpetuator of all the things that made him leave.

To answer your question; Yes, and. Sandgorse is abusive and there's a LOT of nuance to this situation. I'm not sure if he still saves "Sparrow" though because I have waaaay more of a point in mind with Tallstar’s tumultuous relationship to him.

Summary of changes,

Tallstar's Collapse

Sparrow is the Clanmew name Jake takes when his group interacts with WindClan. His first language is actually a dialect of Townmew!

(Also Firestar has no known father in BB)

His group is nomadic. They go from place to place trading goods. I need a name for both them and their cultural "cluster" but in my head, Jake's family is the Algernauts because Algernon is the current leader

It's important the Algernauts are extremely endearing because leaving them is VERY painful

(and something i want to frame as the wrong choice for tallstar, emotionally)

WindClan is in a very sensitive period of its history. Before Tallstar was born, Heatherstar began the Mothermouth Moorland War, to take a very large parcel of land from ShadowClan. A good 1/5th of it.

Naturally this is a huge project and incredibly ambitious. Sacrifices Must Be Made

The sacrifice she has chosen to make is the death of tunneling. Because she's smothering it.

Tunneling is PEACEFUL, defensive at best. You can't dig them in a floodplain, they would be useless for holding the Mothermouth Moorland territory

Tallkit is born into a terrible position. Son of the head tunneler, mother in a terrible depression, and Heatherstar trying to pry a wedge between the "future" and the "past"

Im also planning to change his name. He was born Slowworm-Kit, which has a connotation of cleverness in Clanmew. To bully him, Shrewpaw calls him Wormtail, because Slowworms drop their tails if pulled. It means "you will get trapped in a cave-in, and when they pull your tail, it'll fall off"

But it doesn't translate well into English... so I'm not sure what his Heatherstar-given warrior name would be. Wormwing or Wormleap maybe, like he "defied fate" to become a wonderful moor-runner...

Or maybe the prefix is Drop? Droptail as the mean bully name and Dropflight as the warrior name...

Anyway, when he returns, Heatherstar welcomes back the extra claws and honors the lesson he learned with "Talltale." In Clanmew this is "Story-travelled," his leader name meaning "Tale-star."

Anyway. Back to the cat drama

Talltail (name pending) is in a tight spot. I kind of want to show everyone being a victim except Heatherstar herself, who has all the power in this situation.

Not that it excuses anyone

Sandgorse is watching something he loves dying, an ancient tradition passed down for generations. He is trying to force his son into a position he shouldn't HAVE to occupy, but his child is the one thing he might have any control over

(Until Tall breaks it ofc)

Tallpaw was just a kid. He needed to take out his bullying and the stress on something, and that was usually his mother and the concept of tunneling

Palebird has been completely neglected by her mate as he focuses on the person he WANTS his kid to be. She NAMED a Fading Kit, a serious social taboo, and even the support of the nursery and Woolytail can't pull her out before Tall's kithood is over

Heatherstar is using Tallpaw as a political pawn and Tallpaw is too young and hurt to realize it. He was given to her sister, Dawnstripe, and endlessly praised for his skill and talent in a time where he NEEDED positive feedback

Which is making his relationships with his parents worse

All the while, there's VIOLENCE. Regular raids and counterstrikes. Cats die and get injured, and it only escalates as Tall gets older and Cedarstar is reaching the end of his lives, hoping to end the conflict before then

And in all this chaos and uncertainty, there comes Sparrow.

Just a trader and an honored guest, there's been lots of these nomadic visitors since the time of Windstar herself, but they've become quite rare.

When Sandgorse dies suddenly in that collapse (TITLE DROP) Talltail has the push he finally needs. It's too much. He can't process this

Sparrow begs him to leave with them, they don't even need to confront anyone, just come!

IF IT SUCKS HIT DA BRICKS

I have tons of really nice little things planned for this part of the story. It's several chapters of Talltail being free.

He engages in the funeral rites of Wee Hen, asking if he may sit vigil for her. His new family is honored to allow it, Reena even tries to do it too and falls asleep

(Little sister energy)

They meet all sorts of people and go to many places. Talltail learns that the world is vast, and there's an endless amount of knowledge out here.

It all starts crashing down when him and Jake find a litter of abandoned kittens, and become parents.

They're a few moons old.. around the same age as his halfsibs back home.

It starts bringing back memories. He wonders how they're doing. If they made a nice grave for Sandgorse...

The sudden longing for his own mother strikes him like lightning.

For the first time in eons, he feels GUILT over leaving. He thought it was over-- he's living his own life now!

But what if they're hurt? What if there was a battle and he couldn't help? What if his mentor died and he didn't even know?

What kind of a horrible son doesn't even say goodbye?

The problems that made him leave seem so small now, and the homesickness is like acid leaking from his stomach, dissolving his guts and leaving him hollow

He's raising kits who will never know what it means to earn a title, or have a permanent home, or--

(Any of the other things he should have learned don't have meaning outside of clan culture. Things they wouldn't miss.)

He cherishes the memories he makes here, raising children with his mate, but something turns inside of Talltail. Like the groaning ache of a hundred stones on top of a decaying mineshaft

The REAL collapse is this. An existential crisis Talltail can't escape from.

And eventually, it comes tumbling down with one last, horrible nightmare.

In his dream, he came home only to find the sandy camp abandoned, the dens decrepit, full of musty scent and cobwebs.

Sandgorse was there. And they talked.

His dad was gruff as always, disappointed. But he didn't say anything the real Sandgorse would say.

The nightmare said, "You really did turn out like me. We both left your mother when she needed us. Turned our backs on our leader. And now we're both dead to WindClan."

Tall wakes up crying. Jake is there to comfort him, but the conversation they have is sad.

Jake tries to tell him that's all not true, and even if it WAS his dad, his dad sucked and would only say that to hurt him!

But... Tall can't believe it. Jake's right but also wrong. He IS all those horrible things.

And...... how can jake ever Understand? He does not know the Bonds of a Clan cat

(thought terminating cliche. Outsiders Cant Understand Our Bonds.)

He stays a few more days, but that nightmare was the end. And everyone sees the change.

The kits are apprentice-aged. He stayed until they would be old enough to keep up with the Algernauts.

And he says goodbye. He won't ever leave without saying goodbye ever again.

Jake says it doesn't have to be goodbye, he'll always love him, and they can visit! They can see each other again!

And Tall says yes. That this isn't the end. It's... see you later, my love.

(...but they both know how violent it's getting between Wind and Shadow. It isn't safe to visit.)

It is the end. But neither can admit it.

But after Tall is a fair distance away, one of his kits tackles him.

POSSIBLY Post-Tallstar's Collapse

Not sure if I'd put these in a novella or still make it part of it, but these are all directly related to the fallout of Tallstar's Collapse

Most likely is that there would be overlap between this and Brokenstar's Cataclysm, so the same events would be seen in different perspectives.

The kit's name is Fly. Tall has to wait for him to catch his breath and stop crying before they can talk.

Fly already lost parents before. He says he knows he can't make his dads stay together, "But PLEASE, papa, let me choose where I go this time!"

How could he say no? How could he send his son away after a plea like that?

He told him it would be hard. That he would be trained. That there would be dangerous fights.

Fly didn't care, he said he could be strong. He could do anything he needed to.

So... Tall took him to WindClan, where he became Flypaw. He became the warrior he promised he would be.

And Tall didn't notice how much the kid was changing until it was too late. Flytail took to it as if he was Clanborn-- but had to work twice as hard, fight thrice as viciously.

Though Talltail was graced with an Honor Title and open arms, he'd adopted his greatest rival.

Fly and Tall started competing for deputyship as soon as they finished training apprentices; Heatherstar had a fondness for the two of them.

In the end, Talltail won the spot by springing into action and saving Heatherstar's young nephew, a little golden tabby, from an adder.

Flytail continued as one of the more aggressive warriors in the Clan, surviving increasingly violent and bitter battles, until it came to a head in Heatherstar's Last Stand.

Her final battle as an old leader was a gruesome, definitive curbstomp in the last strategic point ShadowClan held above Carrionplace.

One of the losses was Lizardstripe-- neck snapped in Flytail's jaws.

Runningnose, and by extension, the oak-tree to his long-shadow, Brokentail, remembered this. Especially when Runningnose's father Mudfoot collapsed later that year.

As Talltail took leadership from the dying Heatherstar, a familiar regretful guilt wormed into his belly.

His son Flytail stood with a bloody mouth, eyes wet with sorrow, looking down at the leader Talltail once loved almost as much. Appreciating her sacrifice.

(secretly he didnt choose Deadfoot as his deputy just for his honor title or the battle move he invented... he chose him because there was a shocked, sorrowful look in his eyes at the fallen shadowclan cat. Sympathy seems more honorable in this moment.)

Tallstar is a wise leader... but his fatal flaw is naivety. How could he think he'd bring his son into WindClan, and not see the boy grow into a ferocious Warrior?

And naivety is what he displayed when he offered Raggedstar a peace deal. WindClan would keep the land, but they would pay a small tax of rabbits over the winter.

It was unprecedented. It was merciful. It was stupid.

When the winter was over, what would stop them from pushing further south?

Would they trade back the frogs and the flax, come summer?

On the blood and bones of so many warriors? As if giving up was ever an option?

Brokentail killed his father to prevent him from taking the deal, and reawakened Ripplestar's War Tactics.

BURN the peat. KILL the prey. OFFENSE is defense. A dead warrior is 10 less claws. A dead apprentice is 1 less warrior.

Stolen kittens are 1 more warrior on your own side.

Tallstar paid the ultimate price for letting Flytail follow him home that day. On the night of the massacre, Flytail went down fighting alongside a mate and a daughter. Dogpiled by Tangleburr and her squadron in revenge for Lizardstripe and Mudfoot.

Tallstar's granddaughter Stoneclaw, made a warrior and sitting for her vigil on that night, was the sole survivor of the little family.

The event stopped her from speaking again, like she's still sitting vigil.

Tallstar is a character who almost broke free of the control of the Clans. For a brief moment of his life, he was free.

He thought maybe he could change things a little, protect his Clanmates from the battles by being part of them, have the Mothermouth Moorland and protect the peace at the same time. But you CAN'T.

You can't fix broken systems without fundamentally changing them. He thought he could be a nice warlord and that would work on the Clan whose territory he had inherited. Power acts through people just as much as they act through power.

And that's Tallstar. He who travels the world, yet is never able to go far enough. Always falling just a little short of the point, believing that love and mercy is enough while blissfully ignorant of the pressures of pride and power.

Into this role, as a successor to this leader, Onestar is unwillingly thrust.

#BB!Tallstar #Better bones au #BB!Flytail #Tallstar's Collapse

[lizinthebox]

Work it Out

Pairing: Hoshi x Fem Reader

CW: Hoshi is TOXIC, oral (f. receiving), rough sex, jealous sex, a little edging, degradation, unprotected sex (don't do this), pull out method (don't do this either), a little praise but in a mean way, ambiguous ending

A/N : as always this was not proofread at all, this is the 3rd post of my ot13 series (not being posted in age order), please reblog if you enjoy it! my internet is out rn so i apologize for formatting issues :/ i wanted to get this out today! next part hopefully out tmrw :)

W/C: 1.3k

Your back slammed against the wall behind you. Hoshi's rough hands groping your body without any thought. Between gasps and pleading moans, you question how you even got in this position. One minute you were walking into the club with your friends, all of you finding your own arm-candy for the night. the next minute you were making eye contact with your ex from across the crowded club. You couldn't believe you just happened to end up at the same club as Hoshi barely two weeks after you broke up. You tried to enjoy dancing with the stranger you just introduced yourself to, but all you could focus on were Hoshi's eyes burning through you. You hadn't even been at the club for an hour when he finally made a move on you. He didn’t even speak, just pulled you away from the guy you were with, and you let him. You didn't know what his plan was, but you knew you were in no position to stop him.

Now here you are, desperately gasping for air while your ex-boyfriend makes a mess out of you. His kisses are so rough it almost hurts, but you’re too focused on your aching cunt to care. Your mind is so clouded with lust for him, you can't even remember why you broke up. In this moment, you wish you never had. "Hoshi, please," you choke out when his lips finally break from yours. You're not quite sure what you’re begging for, but these are the only words you can form right now.

“You think you can just go to the club and act like a fucking whore now that we broke up?” he asks, his words hurting your feelings in a way that makes a puddle in your underwear. "Is fucking a stranger gonna make you feel better?" he challenges, clearly overwhelmed with jealousy and lust.

“I-I wasn't gonna fuck him, I was just—“ you're cut off by Hoshi's hand sliding into your panties, quickly finding your clit and circling around it. Your legs instinctively open for him. making him chuckle at how desperate you are for him. He lets one of his legs slide between

yours and you moan at the feeling of his hard cock against your thigh. “Oh my god," your breath hitches in your throat when he suddenly slides two fingers deep inside you.

"You think he could've made you feel this good?" Hoshi asks, looking dead in your eyes

as he starts to pump in and out of you. Him questioning you is somehow making you even more wet, loving the way he wants you to only belong to him. Hoshi was always territorial about you, maybe too much, but right now it's the hottest thing in the world.

“No—he couldn't, he couldn't." you give him what he wants, assurance that nobody could

ever make you as wet as he can or make you cum as hard as he can. You knew you had no

intention of sleeping with that guy from the club, but now you're so glad you let Hoshi steal you away from him. Hoshi takes his hands away from your core to rip your black top off your body, making you moan because you never wanted him to stop.

He finally lets you two leave the doorway of his apartment, pulling you toward his

bedroom by the hips. Once you get to his room, he pushes you down onto the bed, sliding your skirt off before you can even notice. He's on his knees at the edge of the bed, looking at you like you're the hottest thing he's ever seen. "So wet for me, I thought you were done with me," he says as he spreads your legs in front of him.

"I'll never be done with you, you respond, half trying to urge him to finally put his mouth on you, half meaning every word. You’re successful and he lets his mouth connect with your heat, licking every drop of your arousal off of you. All you can do is grip his sheets and throw your head back, overcome with pleasure. You feel like you might already cum as he works his tongue around your clit, holding your legs open so you don't crush him. "Baby I'm so close don't stop." you plead, feeling the tension in your stomach getting close to snapping. Right when you’re about to go over the edge, he stops. “What the fuck?" you whine, sounding needier than you intended.

“You think I'm gonna let you finish that easily? You cum when I let you," he snarks at you, pulling your hips to the edge of the bed to align them with his waist. He's so mean, you weren't even trying to make him mad by going to the club, you just wanted to have fun and forget about your heart hurting. Now you're being punished for even daring to think of anyone other than him. Your pussy is throbbing at this point, needing Hoshi to just fuck you already. Hoshi finally pulls his cock out and you push your hips up against him, spreading your slick all over his shaft. "Stop being a brat." he comments at your neediness. Finally, he rubs his tip between your folds, softly hitting your clit each time, making you bite back moans.

Your mouth falls open, hands reaching for Hoshi's chest to slow him down as he quickly presses himself into you. You push against his chest with one hand as the other reaches down for your clit. He stops you before you can even reach yourself.

"It's my turn to touch you, " he reminds you, taking your wandering hand in his own and pushing it onto the bed over your head. His words make you regret ever dancing with that other guy, the second you saw Hoshi you should ve gone over to him, gotten yourself into his bed faster. He speeds up his thrusts, the friction making your walls burn with pain and pleasure. “See how well you take my cock, baby? Better than anyone else," his words are almost sweet, reminding you how well you two fit together.

You feel the tightness in your stomach growing again, knowing you can't last much longer with how hard he's hitting your sweet spot. "Hoshi, please— please let me cum," you beg, tears welling in your eyes from the stimulation. When he untangles his hand from yours and reaches down to circle your clit, you know you’re done for.

“Cum for me baby, cum all over my cock,” he finally gives you what you want. Your now

freed hand grips his sheets so hard your knuckles turn white. You completely let go, your legs shaking and back arching off the bed. You don't even notice Hoshi's strokes getting sloppier as he fucks you through your high. He's pulling his cock out of you and letting his cum shoot all over your stomach before you can even realize what's happening. His grunts and your pants mix to fill the room with the dirtiest sounds. Both of your chests are heaving, so fucked out that all you can do is wait until you catch your breath.

Once you both finally come back to your senses, Hoshi leans down to kiss your head. It's like his persona from the last 2 hours is completely gone. He looks more like the boyfriend you used to have, who would sweetly make love to you, not the new ex-boyfriend who just wanted to see you stuffed with his cock again. Your lips join with his, sweat almost dripping from his forehead. “Stay the night, yea?" he asks, and you ve never turned down that invitation, especially not tonight.

#hoshi smut #seventeen smut #svt smut #svt fanfic #seventeen fanfic #hoshi x reader #hoshi fanfic #kpop smut #kpop fanfic #non idol au

[ithinkinggenshin]

hello! How are you doing?

this might be kinda weird but could I request for fem reader in heat and ( yae, ei, hu tao, Eula) helping them bc they get reader into heat?

Look What You Did to Me

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Characters: Yae Miko, The Raiden Shogun (Ei), Hu Tao, Eula

Pairings: Fem!Reader x ^above characters (separate)

Warnings: SMUT, A/B/O dynamics, anal sex, girls with cocks, breeding kink, somnophilia, knotting

Word count: 4.5k

Synopsis: Werewolf kink just in time for kinktober? ​👀​

Extra Notes: I’m so sorry this took a month to get to. I’ve written like… one fic every week. I’ve made a routine for myself so hopefully I’ll be able to get to more asks sooner. 

Yae Miko:

For a woman who’s head shrine maiden, Yae Miko does not dress very modestly. Which is disastrous for you because now you can’t focus on anything other than her legs.

One would think you’d stare at her breasts– and you do… a lot… but those goddamn legs of her are so smooth and lush. 

Her dress is so short too. You don’t know how it’s possible for her to hide how hung she is. 

It’s so bad that she’s practically sent you into heat with her looks alone, which is bad because you’re on the clock. 

All you can think about is Yae fucking you. The way her legs look when she’s thrusting into you, or how they shine when you hump them, trying to get off. Not to mention when you dig your nails into them when Miko forces you to face away from her and bounce on her cock. 

Oh fuck… 

And her knot. 

That tears you apart and has your mind shattering every time she forces you to take it. The perfect compliment to her giant cock that causes a bump to show every time it’s fully inside of you.  

You can’t do it. 

You need her. 

You need her right now. 

Yae turns and looks at you. She can see how flush you are, your chest rising and falling rapidly. If it were anyone else, they’d presume you’re panicking or hurt, but Yae can smell you from a mile away. 

Oops

Looks like she’s going to need to help you out, or else you’ll never be able to go back to work. Or worse, some other alpha may try to claim you for themselves. 

Yae Miko would never allow such a thing. 

You belong to her. 

She holds her arms out, and you immediately dash towards her, throwing yourself into her embrace. 

“Come here. Let me take care of you, little pup.”

You can barely process anything going on beyond what you feel. Yae feels cool under your overheating body. She’s moving, and you’re bouncing in her arms, but it’s not the same kind of bouncing that you feel when you’re riding her. No, she’s walking. Carrying you. Taking you somewhere. You whine in her ear. 

“Miko please. I need you.”

“I know pup. But I don’t think you’d be able to handle the aftermath of us sharing such an intimate moment with the other shrine maidens. Be patient. We’re almost to my chambers.”

All you can do is nod. All you know is that you’re having to wait. Your arms around her neck slide down along her back, so you can leverage yourself enough that you’re able to lift yourself up to grind your core on her stomach. 

Yae’s laugh only makes you work harder. 

“You’re making a mess of my clothes, puppy. I hope you plan on cleaning up after yourself.”

You still don’t answer, too focused on trying to find some relief. Of course, pathetically humping the front of her uniform isn’t nearly enough. 

You need her. 

You need her cock. 

You need– 

“I know what you need, puppy. I’d be a poor alpha if I didn’t. Now, no more talking. The only words I want to hear come out of your mouth are my name and please.”

You didn’t realize you had said your thoughts out loud. Not that it matters, you’re too far gone to feel any humiliation. 

Which is good, because you soon find yourself face down on the floor. Yae forcing you into a position where your knees are positioned under you, so they can hold you up. 

“You’ve already ruined my clothes. I’m not going to let you ruin my sheets too.”

She’s so fast. 

Your mind is always one step behind. By the time you register her fat cock slapping against your pussy lips, she’s already bottomed out inside of you. Your reaction to that ends up mixing with the follow up as she’s already fucking you at a brutal pace. 

You wail and flail your arms, completely unprepared outside of how slick you already were. 

You don’t even try to hold yourself up. Instead one hand ends up digging claw marks into the wood on the floor while the other grips Yae’s wrist. Her hand having made its way into your hair and gripping and pulling it so your poor face isn’t rubbed raw on the planks because of how violently Miko’s thrusting into you. 

It’s all too fast. You’re already falling over the edge. Thankfully Yae doesn’t stop. You’re still not satisfied. 

You’re babbling out “please” and “Yae” over and over. Sometimes managing to remember the words “thank you.” But apparently you’re saying two words more than the others. 

“More!”

“Harder!”

“Tsk. Tsk. So demanding. Well, so much for you going back to work. You’ll have to figure out an excuse to tell your poor boss and coworkers, because I’m not letting you go until I’m through with you. 

Pathetic thing. You’re already squirting and it’s only been a few minutes. Your heat came early. I’m so glad. I’ve been waiting and saving up. This time, I’m going to breed you.”

You whine. That’s why her balls feel so heavy and big as they slap against you. 

Yes yesyesyes!

“Oh? Such an eager pup. Ready to be bred?”

You open your mouth to answer but are cut off when Yae lets go of your hair, opting to put both hands on your hips, so she can move your body with hers. 

“It doesn’t matter. I’m going to cum inside this lovely pussy of yours. I’ll do it a few times, just to make sure you’re guaranteed to get pregnant.”

You moan loudly.

“And if somehow you don’t, then we’ll just know for certain that you’re only use is to be my little sex doll.” 

The Raiden Shogun (Ei):

At times she’s as cold and sharp as a blade, and at others she’s warm and soft. Usually you love cuddling with her. You feel naked without her arms around you when you two fall asleep, but right now, you feel like you’re overheating in her grasp. The need inside you burning outward and ruining this tender moment. 

You’re broken out of your thoughts when you feel her arms let go of you. Her touch returns but at your mound, right where you need her. Her long fingers easily push your panties aside and slip into your pussy. 

“Ah~ Ei!”

She doesn’t respond, instead focused and watching her fingers disappear in and out of you, mesmerized by the sight. 

So it’s not Ei right now. 

No. 

The Raiden Shogun is the one fucking you. 

Your panties are soaked through, and your juices quickly end up coating her knuckles and fingers. Even the ones that aren’t plunging inside you. 

You easily took three fingers from the get go, but they still don’t compare to her cock, which might as well be double the size of those fingers together. 

You can’t help but clench as soon as the head slips inside. You wrap your legs around the puppet’s waist and pull her closer, forcing the rest of her massive dick inside of you. 

You’re so glad Ei made her vessel to have such an enormous cock. It’s hitting all of your most sensitive spots, and the way it presses against the entrance to your womb has you throwing your head back against the mattress. 

You aren’t left lying on the bed for long, though. 

Long, lithe arms snake around you and force you to sit up. Gravity pulls you further down on her, your pussy somehow managing to take more of it. Your insides rearrange as you shift around.

She’s still not done.

You suddenly feel yourself leave the bed entirely. Only being supported by the arms around your back and under your ass. 

Oh 

FUCK

You throw your head back and find yourself looking up at the ceiling as she starts thrusting into you from below. Which is only made deeper by the way you bounce up and down in time with her. 

You swear you’re sinking lower and lower each time, or more like she’s forcing her way deeper and deeper. Each thrust breaks the entrance to your womb in more and more, until the tip of her cock is fully buried inside, and Ei– the Shogun cums directly into it. 

The ropes of cum she spurts out quickly overfills your pussy and drips onto the floor. You force yourself to lean forward, now looking at the ground behind your alpha. Your arms loosening from around her shoulders and simply dangling. 

Your eyes roll back as she starts to thrust again. You’re boneless and helpless as she keeps fucking you. She shows no signs of tiredness or strain. If anything, she seems even more determined and rougher than before. You can feel air being pushed out of you with each thrust. 

The Raiden Shogun doesn’t plan on stopping. Ei changed her programming so that the puppet would be able to detect when you went into heat, and then would proceed to fuck you until it was over. She was specifically informed that she should always cum inside of you. It actually concerns her that some of her cum spilled out, which is why she’s fucking you so hard now. To make up for what was lost. 

The rational and coherent part of you is drowning in pleasure, completely useless right now. You fail to realize that it’s her goal to fill you with cum. It won’t be till much, much later when you wake up from the best sleep you’ve ever had and feel the weight of the plugs inside you that you remember what happened. 

The shogun had fucked you through your heat and did her best to make sure all of her cum stayed inside of you. At one point your crying got through to her and she pulled out of your abused cunt, opting to plug the cum up inside of you. 

She thought she was finished, until you mewled her master’s name again. 

You were still needy.

Still desperate for her to continue to fill you up. 

The Shogun hadn’t received directions on what to do in this sort of situation, but she isn’t one to back down from a challenge. It helped that you guided her hand and moved her fingers so that the tip of one was right in front of your asshole. She understood immediately and slowly eased it inside, immediately noticing how much tighter and less lubricant it was. 

The way she built you up to eventually pound your ass was perfect. 

You felt complete. 

The wall between the plug in your pussy and the cock in your ass only served to make things worse, better?, as the nerves were overwhelmed with stimulation on both sides.

This time, the Shogun paced herself so that she didn't ruin you as quickly. Taking her time as she languidly pushed her cock in and then pulled it out. When you insisted that she go faster and harder, she shook her head. Only relenting when you kept begging for it. 

Even then, she just ended up flipping you two around so that she was beneath you. She told you to ride her at whatever speed you wanted, that would be the only way for you to get more. 

You realize you must've looked so pathetic, the way you instantly collapsed. 

Of course you couldn't do it. Your legs were made completely useless back when she first started helping you through your heat. You only end up laying over the puppet's body. You bury your face in her chest to hide your embarrassment.

A soft chuckle and gentle circles drawn on your back pulls your attention back to her. 

"Ei…" you whisper fondly. 

"It's my turn to take care of you."

She gently eases her cock back inside your ass. You immediately grip onto her shoulders. She fucks you slowly, missionary style. You look up at her, and you both stare into each other's eyes. Your nipples brush against her skin as your boobs bounce with each of her ever intensifying thrusts. You chant her name with your hoarse voice. 

You both tip over the edge, one after the other. Ei cumming inside of you at the feeling of you clenching so hard as your orgasm washes over you. She makes sure that she's fully seated inside you, so that her cum fills you up and so that the pussy plug doesn't come out from how hard you're spazzing out. 

You twitch as you lay on top of her. 

Ei slowly brings you up toward her face, easing you off her cock. As soon as it's free, and you're eye level with her, she pushes a new plug against your back hole. You stare wide eyed at her, surprised at the new sensation. 

Of course, your ass easily takes the big plug. You have no idea where Ei got it from, but you don’t question it. She only lets go when she's positive it won't fall out of place. Her hands move up to cup your cheeks, and you two share a tender kiss. 

You don't remember what happened after that. You must've passed out. And now, waking up, you realize that Ei did you the favor of cleaning you up and washing your body, with the only exception being your holes, which remain stuffed and full. 

You stay in bed, basking in the feeling. You're grateful your alpha takes such good care of you. She may be the one causing you to go into heat, but she's also the one to fix it. 

You lower your hand till it's between your legs. 

"Do not remove them." 

The cold, sharp voice reaches your ears and causes you to shiver. 

The Shogun seems intent on making sure you stay full of her cum. The plugs inside you are like a trophy to her, proving how thorough and good a job she did. 

You prop yourself up on shaky arms, only to be pushed back down. 

"Do not exert yourself. I will take care of everything for you."

With those words she snakes an arm around you back to pull you up, her other hand bringing a tall glass of water to your lips. You barely keep up as she forces you to drink it all in one go. 

Aftercare with the Raiden Shogun isn't very soft or sweet, but you can tell she cares. And who are you to not reward that?

You lean up in her arms and cup her face. 

"What is your request?"

You smile. "Kiss me."

No hesitation.

The kiss is loving and meaningful. It doesn't go deeper than your lips pressed against her, but it doesn't have to. You're happy enough feeling the softest part of her against you.

Your girlfriend is an enigma, but she’s perfect for you. 

Hu Tao:

Everytime she talks directly into your ear to tease you, it makes you go far more insane than any persistent prank she's ever pulled on you. She makes it a point to invade your personal space, running her hands all over your body and bringing her face close to yours. Always playing innocent and then suddenly leaning over and biting your neck or shoulder and pinching you places that aren’t appropriate. 

She says you have the best reactions. The way you yelp and jump in shock. She laughs with your skin between her teeth. Though apparently this time was much more fun for her. 

You’re completely oblivious to Hu Tao sneaking up behind you in the bedroom. You somehow don’t notice the dip in the bed behind you when she approaches, and you almost fall off the side when she suddenly latches onto you. Her teeth sink into the side of your neck, and her hands reach around to grip your boobs. You don’t even realize that you moaned in response until you hear her snicker behind you. 

“Oh ho ho~ Is my little omega feeling a bit hot today? Are you suddenly all delirious because of me? Let me help you with that.”

She’s instantly on top of you. Pulled you back and climbed over to straddle your waist. You mewl at the feeling of her hardening cock pressed against your abdomen. You squirm and try to buck, but even though she’s small, Hu Tao doesn’t let you go. 

She pushes the waistband of her shorts down and frees herself. You stare at the glistening with precum. 

Your girlfriend strokes herself on top of you, taunting you further. Your mind is overwhelmed with lust as you reach your hands up to stroke Hu Tao’s dick. 

“P-please…” you plead. 

“Ah you sound so nice when you beg.”

She shifts so her feet pin down your arms. She strokes herself faster. She’s so thick, the tip of her thumb and middle finger don’t even meet as she wraps them around her shaft. Everytime she fucks you, she tears you apart . You can never get used to it, never get tired of the feeling.

But you’re tired of all the games your partner plays with you. The way she teases you in public and then smacks your ass and leaves you shaky and out of breath. Or the way she steals your clothes as you shower and then chases you around the house pretending to be an intruder. And now she has the audacity to make your heat come early and not even touch you properly! 

You glare at her and pull your arms from beneath her feet. She loses her balance and her fat cock slaps against your clothed chest. You hate how easily it hypnotizes you into trying to lean your head down to follow it. 

Even as you struggle and fight, Hu Tao manages to pull your attention back effortlessly. 

You want to pin her down, hands around her throat, as you ride her fat cock. That’ll show her. 

Hu Tao just laughs at your mesmerized gaze as she swings her dick back and forth closer to your face. She never takes sex very seriously. Not until she’s balls deep inside of you and can only focus on fucking you into tomorrow. 

You lean up and try to get close enough to put your lips on her. Your girlfriend cackles louder as she leans back and sits on your stomach, knocking the wind and hope out of you. You lay back and let out a whine, which just makes her giggle even more. 

“Aiya! Alright, alright! You stupid cunt. I’ll put some babies in you.” 

Hu Tao grabs at the waistband of your bottoms and yanks them down. Sadly, she ends up tearing the article as her hands pulled away from each other to try and make it easier to get around the widest part of your thighs. 

“Oops,” she says with a shrug and laugh. “I’ll buy you another pair later. Guess I’m a bit excited too.”

“Just hurry up,” is all you say. You’re so sick of this girl and her games. 

“Now, now. That’s no way to talk to your alpha. Do I need to teach you some manners again?”

You’re not thinking clearly. Annoyed and horny and wanting this feeling of insanity to go away, you wind your fingers in her hair and pull her up to your cunt. 

“Just shut up and fuck me Hu Tao!”

“Hmph.” 

She leans down till her nose is against your bush and her lips ghost over your clit. You hump the air, but she doesn’t help you at all. Then she straightens back up and suddenly–

SMACK

You yelp as she slaps your cunt again and again. 

You knew you were playing with fire when you talked back to her, but this isn’t what you expected her to do at all. 

“You. Want. Me. To. Make. You. Cum?” She emphasizes each of her words with a hard smack. “Fine.”

You moan. 

“Can you feel how wet you’ve gotten?” She shoves her knee against your pussy and brings her hand up to your cheek, wiping all of your essence off. You don’t even think about feeling ashamed as you hump her thigh. 

She yanks your hair and shoves her fingers in your mouth when you open it to moan again. 

“Aiya. Stupid bitch. You’re making such a mess. I guess you can’t help it. You’re too horny and braindead right now to do anything useful. You’re lucky I’m so nice. Someone else might’ve used their pyro vision to make this heat of yours even worse as punishment. But I’m going to help you instead. You better thank me later.”

You garble around her fingers as you look into her wild eyes. You feel the tip of her cock against your entrance as she lines it up. You don’t have to wait long before she’s forcing herself inside you. She hooks her fingers in your mouth and pulls your jaw down, as though that’ll help force you onto her cock faster. 

You claw at the bedding as she reshapes your insides, everything being pushed aside to make room for your girlfriend. Your cries are louder as they come through your wide, open mouth. 

“That’s right. Perfect little fucktoy for me. Perfect little omega. C’mon. Don’t make me do all the work.” She lets go of your aching jaw and slaps your stomach. 

You arch your back and feel her cock move inside you. 

Fuckfuckfuck. 

Hu Tao pistons herself in and out of you at a moderate pace. It’s enough to have you going insane as you try to gain enough control of your limbs to help her fuck you faster. 

She’s back to cackling at your desperation as you chase her dick. 

She always has so much fun toying with you. 

But she’s starting to swell inside you. Hu Tao’s ready to take things a bit more seriously, as she grips your waist with her hands and properly fucks you, hard and fast. She’s pounding away at your womb, chasing her own high, not caring that you’re already clenching and cumming around her. 

So what if you came already? So what if you’re already cummng again?

Hu Tao won’t be done with you until she’s satisfied. Not until she’s had her chance to cum inside your pussy enough to flood your womb and cunt, till you’re overflowing with her cum. She’s not done yet. Not by a long shot. Now flip over. She wants to get your ass ready for later as she fucks you to her next orgasm. 

Eula:

Those goddamn thigh high boots of hers.

You can’t think of anything else as you look at the pillowy, soft, exposed part of her thighs just above the rim of her boots. 

You tell her that the fat lips of your pussy would compliment them so well. She blushes as you describe in detail about how you want to press your cunt down on one thigh and rut against it. Make it glisten with your juices. 

Look at what you’ve done to me. You tell her. I need my alpha to come take care of me. Help me Eula~ you tease. 

She huffs, bright red and riled up. You insult her with your antics, but it’s her duty as your alpha to help you through your heat.

The captain quickly drags you out of the Knights of Favonius’ Headquarters and to your apartment. She can’t take you to hers because, well… it’s not hers. It’s Amber’s. And she will not have a repeat of that time when Amber walked in on the both of you. 

Eula couldn’t look at her for a whole month afterward. 

She doesn’t understand how you can have so little shame. Mewling and moaning her name as she pulls you through the streets and into the apartment building. She’s practically carrying you up the stairs, pathetic dog. As soon as your door is unlocked, she’s shoving it open and throwing you across the room onto your bed. She flicks the lock closed behind her and is by your side, stripped of her uniform. 

“Hurry up.” 

All that rush wasn’t just because she was embarrassed, it’s because she’s just as– no, she’s even more eager than you are to have sex. She’s been so pent up, hasn’t been home to be with you for so long. Only a few moments to share a quick greeting and kiss and maybe a few words. Not nearly long enough for her to find relief inside your pussy, the one that pulls her in and fits so nicely around her. 

Eula’s eyes roll to the back of her head, she’s completely unable to keep her composure as she quickly thrusts into you. She almost doesn’t recognize her voice as she moans and praises you. You pull her forward and buck your hips to help her. 

She’s practically on top of you as she thrusts. You laugh at her pathetic face. You love when she gets like this, so raw and unfiltered. She’s adorable and desperate. She fucks you so good when she lets go of all of her inhibitions and just focuses on cumming deep inside of you. Her cock pounds at the entrance to your womb wanting so desperately to be let in. One day, Eula wants to feel the inside of your womb. To fit her whole cock inside you, the last inch and a half that remains uncared for as your pussy just can’t fit it all.

She’ll have her vengeance one day.

But right now, all she cares about is how good it feels when you tighten your pussy around her. You two always cum together. It’s the perfect way to do it, and Eula deserves nothing less than perfection. 

She shudders and spasms as she cums inside of you. You claw at her back and moan her name. 

It’s not even ten seconds later and you both are at it again. Wet noises and out of breath whines and moans fill the room. 

This is bliss. 

Eula doesn’t feel bad at all for causing you to go into heat early. She doesn’t feel bad when she fucks you to the point that you pass out as you cum after too many other times. She feels amazing fucking you while you lay unconcious beneath her. 

For better and worse, she won’t remember that she did all of this to you after she wakes up. The lack of memories saves her from her own embarrassment, but then she’ll insist that she didn’t fuck you that much or that hard and demand that you stand up and walk her to work like a good partner. Of course, you don’t even manage to straighten your legs before you’re falling over and needing your girlfriend to catch you. You catch another glimpse of her exposed thigh, and she’ll smell your arousal before you even voice it. 

“Insatiable, greedy, little omega. You should be punished for having such lewd thoughts about me.”

You slip in her grasp, your legs completely caving beneath you. 

Thankfully, your alpha doesn’t intend to let you hurt yourself on the hard floor. She pushes you back down on the bed and is out of her uniform before you know it. 

You may be endlessly wanting for her, but Eula aches for you just as much.

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Hey, I’m hoping I can request a one shot where the couple from good omens had to take the reader in for the night because the parents had a last minute thing they needed to do and they didn’t have anyone else who could help them. Maybe what they would do all night and what the couple would take about in private.

Thanks!

Proof I Don't Hate You (Platonic Yandere Good Omens)

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Yeah sure, here you go. Also I literally can't remember if Aziraphale lived above his shop or not, so if I'm wrong let's just pretend.

I made this very Crowley focused so--sorry If that's not what you wanted.

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"A-Are you sure you're okay with this? We really don't want to bother you with anything, my sister can--" 

"Mrs! Please--it's no problem to me at all, I promise." You watch as Mr. Fell attempts to soothe your mothers worries. Your father has been sick for the past few days, and after waking up in the middle of the night with a fever of 105 degrees, you all knew it was best if he got to a hospital as soon as possible. Mr. Fell had given you his number in case of emergencies, so you were quick to message him about the whole ordeal. He responded almost immediately, assuring him that it was fine for you to stay in his home above the bookshop. 

For a moment you thought it was weird how quickly he responded, but your mother wasted no time shoveling you all into the car and driving as fast as legally possible towards the bookshop. Even while concerned over her husband, your mother was worried about bothering your boss. 

"You're positive?!" Your mother breathed a side of relief. "Thank you so much--hopefully we'll be back soon, early morning at the latest, I promise you." Mr. Fell looked barely disturbed, all smiles. Your mother sighed once more, giving you a kiss on the cheek. "Be good--please. I'll be back in the morning." 

You nod, whipping your cheek a bit as you watch her speed back towards the car. Hopefully your father was okay. 

"Sorry about all this Mr. Fell." You spoke lightly as he ushered you into the flat. It was very cozy, much like the shop below him. There were books everywhere, in the hallways even, littering the floors. He had many plants, most of which you knew had to be from Mr. Crowley, for a second it was sweet, before you remembered that it was Crowley. 

"There is no apologies needed, I'm glad to have you over." He sounded so, his voice sweet and comforting, making you nearly forget about the less than ideal situation. If it was anyone else, it would be awkward staying over at your boss's home, but he is too understanding, making all your worries melt away. 

You eventually make it to the living room of his flat, choosing to sit down on the couch as you watch his scurry around. He goes to where you assume the kitchen is, hearing the sound of dishes clanking and water pouring before he's back in the main room, handing you a drink and what you assume is left-over food. You thank him before taking a bite, savoring the meal. 

"I know it's late but I have games if you'd like to play one." You nod your head as you watch Mr. Fell pick up many different board games and show them to you. Most of them looked old and unopened, making you wonder if they were from a collection. You didn't have time to ask however "I also finally found those books you were asking for if you'd like to read those. I also--" You wonder how long he’d continue talking if something didn't stop him. 

"Angel I--what are they doing here?" You look over to see Crowley, glasses and all, a small plant tucked away in his side. You smiled slightly at the sigh, it was sweet, but apparently that just annoyed Crowley more as he sneered at the sight. 

Mr. Fell eyes wide only for a small second before responding. "(Y/n)--Crowley--is staying over while their father is in hospital, so be nice." His voice was more strained on the last part, which almost made you laugh. 

Crowley groaned as placed the plant down on the ground, near a few others. He messes with a few of their leaves, checking them over for a small moment before taking a seat of the chair across the couch, slouching as he stares you two down. "I'll try." His voice was just as strained as Mr. Fell's. 

That seemed like enough to satisfy Mr. Fell, him smiling as he clasps his hands together, a very different sight to his partner across from him. Sometimes, you wonder if you did something to make Crowley hate you. It must've just been you, since from day one he's seemingly wanted nothing to do with you. You don't think about it too much, it makes you feel weird whenever you do. You don't hate Crowley, in fact you like him a lot, but sometimes you wonder if it's your fault for reciprocating his negative behavior. 

You're broken out of your thoughts by the sound of Aziraphale gasping, standing up suddenly. "I almost forgot--you two wait here, I have another game somewhere..." his voice trails off and for the first time in the night, you're nervous. You like Crowley, but knowing he's observing you from behind those glasses of his filled you with dread. 

"Mr. Crowley, why do you like plants so much?" You don't know why you asked him, but it just felt right. He looked genuinely surprised by the question, shifting in his seat a bit while he mulled over the question. 

"...they're easy to take care of--for the most part if you know what you're doing." His snarky voice made you laugh, and for a moment you thought you saw Crowley smile--but it must've been your imagination. 

"Could you teach me--how to care for plants I mean." You ask. 

Crowley leans his shoulder on the arm of the seat, placing his chin on hand. He smirks at you, but there is less distaste in it, you can tell. "You sure you can handle it, plants are a lot of work, kid." 

"I can manage." 

"Mr. Fell over here seems to work you to death, you look tired, or is that how ya always look." 

You frown lightly. "I-I mean with school and everything...you're no better, always covering your face as well!" You poke and Crowley moves his hand to cover his mouth slightly, but you could see the smile bits of a smile. 

"I don't always cover my face--just when you're around." You scoff at the statement, crossing your arms. 

"Oh, just say you hate me already." You playfully groan. Crowley however doesn't take it that way. the playfulness, something so rare in the man, was all gone, replaced with a familiar cold expression. 

"Don't say that--I don't--I don't hate you." He says, his voice low. The smile on your face disappears and you're back to being nervous again. 

"--It was a joke." You nearly whisper, obviously started by the shift. 

"I know--It wasn't funny though." He almost sounded like he was whining, it was annoying. 

"You act like it though." Maybe you were stirring the pot, poking the beast, but you couldn't help it. Not when he was acting like some sort of victim, all because of a joke. "You constantly tease me at work, and you make fun of me when I get upset or defensive--" 

"That's different though." 

You wanted Mr. Fell to come back. 

"How is that different?' 

He was taking so long. 

"--because I don't hate you." 

Hasn't he heard all this? 

"Then why do you act like it?" 

Crowley remained silent, and the air remained still, until Mr. Fell returned. "I found the game!" He said excitedly, oblivious to what transpired. 

The night progressed like a blur, you played a few games, pretending as though nothing happened. You could tell something was wrong with Crowley. he was more stilted than normal, but you couldn't bring yourself to care. 

Eventually, you succumbed to sleep and was moved to the spare bedroom by Mr. Fell. He carefully shut the door before quickly moving back into the living room, Crowley sulking on the chair, his back facing him. He moved to stand in front of the demon, annoyance clear on his face. "Would you like to explain what happened?" 

Crowley shrugged. "You heard?" He asks, his voice uncharacteristically small. 

Aziraphale rolled his eyes. "I'm not deaf--of course it heard Crowley! What were you thinking?" Even while clearly angry, the angel attempted to keep his voice down so as to not wake you up. 

"Why would they think I hate them?" Crowley asked, almost in disbelief. "You know me angel--I hate a lot of things." Crowley stands up, almost distressed "but I don't hate them." He points towards the spare room. 

"I know that Crowley." Aziraphale pointed towards themself, emphasizing the I. "But do they?" He points out, and for a second it seemed as though Crowley understood. 

Emotions were confusing with Crowley. With Aziraphale he had a lot, lot more time to figure everything out, but that doesn't mean it wasn't confusing. He loves Aziraphale, that's clear as day, but he wasn't able to figure that out in a day, or a month, or a year, or a decade. It took centuries for him to say those words, but he doesn't get that grace for you. 

Your life is finite, a small speak in the endless sea of other humans they've met. At first he'd thought you'd be like the others, a human who lives, breathes, and then dies, someone he'd forget in a few years. But it was never that easy for Crowley, something always had to change. You managed to worm your way into Aziraphale's heart, and now, he wonders if you did the same to him. 

Crowley wonders for a while why you think he hates you, he looks back on his previous interactions with you in a mixture of embarrassment and disgust. His behavior was, less than favorable to say the least, and for once of his life, he wasn't proud of it. You are a kid, confused and complicated, and he surely wasn't helping. For the rest of that night, he was disappointed in himself. 

You went home early the next morning, you didn't say a word to Crowley. You were waiting for him to do something, you weren't going to fold. Call it stubborn, but you were tired of his behavior. 

So color you surprised when you showed up to work after school, seeing a small succulent on the table you place your stuff by often. For a moment, you thought it was for someone else, that this was just a coincidence, but a small note near the plant changed your mind. 

"(Y/n), Proof I don't hate you. --Crowley." On the back of the note were a few little notes on how to take care of the plan, all neatly written and easy to understand. 

You smile. 

You'd have to thank Crowley later.

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A/n: I don't know if this was what you wanted, but I hope you enjoyed.

#yandere x reader #soft yandere #platonic yandere #platonic yandere good omens #yandere good omens #good omens x reader #platonic good omens #good omens

[runnning-outof-time]

@call-sign-shark Happy 1K Followers, Shark!! I love your celebration idea!! Thanks so much for allowing me to write something with a reader - I just knew that I had to write something for Arthur for you! I used the angst prompt ‘swear it to me’ … hopefully it makes sense! The moodboard doesn’t really match the fic…I was just thinking of Arthur’s angel and went went it. Enjoy! :)

PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK!

Swear It To Me

Arthur Shelby x Reader

Warnings: language, mentions of a killing, season 3 spoilers

Word Count: 1080

Summary: Arthur needs some extra reassurance from (Y/N) after a day of rather unsettling events.

All of the lights in the house were off when (Y/N) entered it. An amber glow was shining through the archway that led to the living room, telling her that the fire was lit. She hoped that someone was occupying the room. Those hopes were answered just by standing in the archway.

The top of Arthur’s head was visible over the chair he was slumped down in. (Y/N) now hoped that he wasn’t drunk. She took a few steps into the room. The sound of her feet scuffing off of the hardwood made Arthur sit up straight, his head snapping in her direction.

“Hmm…it’s just you, sweetheart,” he mumbled upon recognizing who’d entered the room. He reassumed his relaxed position as she made her way to the couch that was positioned to the right of his chair.

“It’s just me,” (Y/N) affirmed as she situated herself on the couch so that she was turned to face him.

Silence filled the room then as Arthur stared straight ahead and (Y/N) kept her eyes focused on him. She wanted to know why he’d chose to sit in the dark here, but at the same time she didn’t want to open a can of worms that didn’t need opening.

After some time, Arthur finally spoke. “We saw Tommy today,” he started off, his voice soft in nature.

“You did? How is he handling things?” (Y/N) asked, a hopeful look in her eyes as her husband spoke about his grieving brother.

“He’s, ah…he’s still closed off. Sayin’ he’s back but he really isn’t. You know how Tommy is,” he answered, his words making all of (Y/N)’s hope flush out of her system within seconds, a frown forming on her face. “Anyway…he gave John and I some things to do…” he trailed off, looking down at his hands as he wrung them together.

(Y/N) sent him a knowing look. She already had an inkling of what those ‘things’ could have been. But she didn’t push him to share. At this point, she knew that pushing would make him shut down.

“He wanted us to go get Mr. Changretta from the docks and bring him to a warehouse. Mr. Changretta’s wife was traveling with him…they were going to New York,” he started off.

“She was our teacher,” (Y/N) recalled the lovely woman, smiling softly at the memory of her.

“She was,” Arthur nodded, “and Tommy wanted us to shoot her on site…take the husband and shoot her.”

The blood ran from (Y/N)’s face as she heard the added detail. “You, you didn’t…” she whispered out.

“We couldn’t,” Arthur shook his head, hanging it slightly. “We went against Tommy’s orders and let her go. Just took the old man instead,” he explained how he and his brother had handled things. “We took him to the warehouse, like Tommy wanted. And Tommy wasn’t himself there…said he was gonna keep him alive all night and wait for the birds to sing. I didn’t let him get that far. I, uh…” he paused, choking on his words and then clearing his throat in hopes that (Y/N) wouldn’t notice the fact that he was getting emotional. She noticed. “I shot the old man in the head…told Tommy I heard the birds. We’re bad men, but we’re…we’re not that.” he finished his statement by letting out a shaky breath. He shook his head once more before dropping it, his eyes focused on his lap.

“Oh Arthur…” (Y/N) trailed off as she moved from the couch to kneel beside his chair. She took his hands in hers and squeezed them, showing him that she was there.

“She remembered me you know,” he started, his eyes finding her again, “Mrs Changretta. She remembered me; remembered my smile and how she used to look the other way. And I…I killed her husband.” It was easy to hear how upset with himself he sounded. “I shoulda looked the other way too.”

“You did though,” (Y/N) was quick to point out. “Tommy wanted her dead. You and John spared her.”

“I still did the work of the fuckin’ devil,” he spoke in a dejected tone, removing one of his hands from her hold so that he could press his fingers into his eyes.

“You still have good in your heart,” she reminded him, “all that work you did on yourself…it isn’t for nothing. It hasn’t gone now that this has happened.” Her words were soft, and her heart broke as she heard him let out a choked sob.

“Swear it to me, angel.”

“What’s that?” (Y/N) asked. His voice was so soft that she wasn’t sure if she’d heard him properly.

“I need you to swear it to me…swear it to me that you’ll stay by my side; that even though I’ve done this, you won’t give up on me,” he expanded on his original sentence, finally dropping his hand from his face. (Y/N)’s heart broke at the sight of his red eyes and even from far away, she could see the tears brimming in them.

“I won’t, Arthur,” her answer was immediate. “I know the good you have in your heart,” she accentuated her words by squeezing his hands. “I know it better than anyone else, and I know that it’ll always be there.”

Arthur brought his hand up to run through his hair as he took a deep breath. He let it out slowly before he reached out and ran his hand down (Y/N)’s cheek. She smiled at the soft touch, letting her eyes flutter shut as he traced the line of her jaw before gently taking hold of her chin. Her eyes reopened when she felt him brush his thumb across her bottom lip, and her smile widened at the sight above her.

“I love you, angel,” he breathed, his words, and eyes, filled with love.

“I love you, Arthur,” she repeated the phrase back to him, her eyes not once straying from his.

The hurt in his heart was still present, but each second that her eyes stayed locked with his was making the pain feel more and more distant. He knew he’d have to continue to do the work of the devil, but he was thankful that he’d still have this angel by his side, and that she’d help him through it.

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[myseungsunglove]

The Way You Make Me Feel | Ksm

Pairing: Kim Seungmin x afab!reader

Warnings: a bit of set up plot then just good ole smutty, smut (warnings below the cut),

Word Count: 2.5k - this one definitely got away from me.

𖠫Summary: While getting obviously turned on watching Seungmin perform for the comeback, he notices your reaction while on stage. After the performances are finished, he drags you to a small room, his large hands eager to touch your body. With the promise that if you’re quiet the reward later will be even greater than what he is currently offering, you try your damndest to be the quietest you can while experiencing pure bliss. And with Seungmin’s long, slender fingers, it’s a task that proves much harder than you could have possibly imagined.

✎WIP✎: Trying to gather some ideas. This story will very likely contain two parts. Honestly this is pretty mild compared to what I wrote 4/5 years ago. Hopefully you enjoy it nonetheless. It’s been a minute, so play okay nice?

Your feedback is GREATLY appreciated.

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「© July 14, 2023 by myseungsunglove」

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Msic. Warnings: mildly dom!seungmin, fingering, dirty talk if you squint, language

Kim Seugnmin has always been a very confident man. That was one of the many things that attracted you to him. It was a quiet confidence. It was all in the way he held himself and spoke. He was never overtly cocky, but the way he spoke and carried himself gave the impression of a man who knew his worth and wasn’t afraid to go after what he wanted.

This comeback had increased his confidence tenfold. The way your boyfriend was blossoming in front of you was a thing of beauty. He had come to life in ways you couldn’t have scripted. This was clearly a comeback concept that was meant for him and thrive he did.

You first noticed the shift in his stage presence, in particular the MusicCore performance. You were waiting in your usual spot after having departed from the waiting room with the boys. When Seungmin stepped on stage to take his position for the filming of the fancam, his eyes fell on you and a sly smirk appeared on his face. You swallowed hard and he noticed. He gave you a discreet wink, licking his soft, pink lips in the process. This man was going to be the death of you. He took his spot on stage, his left hand in his front pocket, his gaze now focused as he waited for the music to cue.

The moment you heard the whistle, the boys were moving into their first positions. Your eyes were locked on your boyfriend. As he stepped into his first move, his hands coming together in front of him, mic in hand, head cocking to the left, you thought you might lose it there. The veins in his hand were prominent from where you stood and the way his light washed jeans fit, the holes in the knees accentuating the fact that he had been gaining muscle there, made you unconsciously shift on your feet, pressing your thighs together and biting your bottom lip.

The song had begun, Seungmin starting powerfully.

“Full of odd things, never changes, A bustling street”

His eyes met yours again as he danced into position, his shoulders swaying back in a tantalizing way, so much so that you almost missed the movement of his hips. Almost. On the drop of the beat, he locked eyes with you before turning quickly to his right, his head coming back to the front with the move. Your eyes met once more, but this time there was a smirk on his face. Barely perceptible, but there. You couldn’t help but run your hands over your face and through your hair, his glance enough to send tingles down your spine. He had caught you losing your shit over him and the performance had barely begun.

He continued through the performance with a confidence you couldn’t quite remember him possessing. When his voice rang out on the pre chorus, a smile spread across your lips. You were so proud of him and all of his hard work was really paying off.

You were overwhelmed with everything about this performance. Seungmin was really coming into himself as a performer and you couldn’t have found that more attractive if you tried.

“I’m up above the world so high. I’ll be there shining day and night. They wonder how my spotlight is so bright, ” Seungmin sang, bending over as he belt out his notes. God he was so attractive at that moment. It was a good thing you had some restraint and self preservation because you wanted to show just how weak he was making you right there in front of god and everyone, but you did not.

He noticed you again on his last line of the song, a look of absolute lust plastered on your face. “We’re special.”

As he moved into the dance break, it was if he was made to be front and center. His movements were intense and purposeful, his connection with the audience otherworldly. You loved Seungmin with every fiber of your being at that moment. He finished the dance strong, that quiet confidence becoming a little more loud in that moment.

His eyes locked with yours one last time and it was in that moment you knew he had seen your physical reactions to his performance. His intense stare told you he had every intent of acting on that knowledge when he had the opportunity. It sent a pleasurable tingle down your spine just thinking about what he might have in store for you.

“I’ll see you backstage,” you mouthed to him quietly, a small smirk and a wink accompanying the statement. You weren’t sure where your own bravado was coming from, but you were certain you were feeding off the energy Seungmin was exuding.

That seemed to snap him back to reality as he took in a deep breath, one he had been holding, and looked up and away from you, the sound of the crowd hitting him for the first time. You glanced back at him briefly to see him stand on his tiptoes to watch you disappear backstage. You stopped to monitor the end of the performance and noticed he was glistening, sweat dripping down his neck and face. He was taking in the crowd, the most beautiful smile on his face that you had witnessed in a long time. He was always so incredibly happy on stage and nothing in the world made you happier than seeing that. It was enough to almost take your mind off how he had made you feel during his performance.

As if reading your mind, suddenly Seungmin was right behind you, his body heat pressed against as you stood in front of the monitor.

“I saw you,” he whispered in your ear, his low voice rumbling through you as his hand landed firmly on your hip. He pulled you back into him, and it was then you felt his hard length pressed against you, his lips barely grazing the soft spot behind your ear before his staff was immediately there, handing him his fan and dabbing the sweat from his face. He pulled away from you quickly and mumbled thank yous to them and monitored his performance on screen from behind you. It was the last recording of the day and then they would wait for the fan meet that would take place shortly after.

The directors called wrap for the day, dismissing the boys and immediately Seungmin’s fingers laced with yours, pulling you away from everyone else and down a long corridor.

“Babe, where are we going?” you questioned as he moved through the halls with the same confidence he had on stage. Another shiver ran down your spine at the thought.

At that moment the two of you had reached a door, his hand grabbing the handle and pushing it open. You stepped into a small, dark, empty room, a small window in the upper corner giving off a miniscule amount of light. Seungmin looked around quickly, seemingly satisfied with where you were and turn around swiftly, his hand landing on the handle behind you, clicking the lock. He pressed his body against yours then, pinning you against the door, his lips hovering sheer millimeters from yours, his breath fanning across your lips. You moved to meet him in a kiss when you were surprised by him speaking instead.

“You liked that performance, didn’t you baby,” he smirked, his hands on your hips, his fingers playing with the bottom of your shirt, moving it away so he could graze the skin of your stomach. The moment his fingers found your skin, you gasped softly and arched into him.

“Seung,” you breathed, as his hand roamed under your shirt, only to quickly move downward and begin unbuttoning your shorts,his right hand slipping inside your underwear, his lips pressing firm kisses along your jawline, stopping to hover over your ear. His hand was gently cupping your mound, but not moving.

“I asked you a question, baby,” he whispered, and you were so distracted by his unmoving hand, your brain couldn’t recall the question if your life had depended on it.

He gently bit your ear, your body responding immediately, arching into him, an involuntary moan escaping you. His free hand quickly covering your mouth, he pulled away from his ministrations, his eyes meeting yours. His pupils were blown with lust.

“Now, if you don’t make another sound, I’ll really reward you when we get home, jagiya,” he teased and before you could so much as process his words, his lips were on yours, his wet tongue pushing into your mouth. His taste overwhelmed you, your knees buckling slightly as you slumped against the door. As you slipped, you were reminded of his hand pressed firmly against you.

A slender finger ran the length of your folds, a second one joining it to spread your pussy lips moving toward your aching, empty hole. Immediately his finger was covered in your slick as he prodded your entry, teasing you.

“Damn,” he growled as his middle finger, long and hard, slipped into your tight hole. “My dancing really got you this worked up?” he asked, pumping his finger into you slowly several times before a second one joined, causing you to arch into him once more.

“God yes,” you whispered desperately, and suddenly his free hand was on your throat, applying just the right amount of pressure, his fingers inside you stopping briefly.

“Remember, quiet girls get rewarded later,” he growled, squeezing your neck slightly causing you to tilt your head against the door. His lips found yours again, his fingers moving inside of you once more. As his tongue tangled with yours, his hand around your neck didn’t move, but his grip lightened slightly as he got lost in the work of his mouth and fingers.

He was pressing hard into you with two fingers now, the noises your cunt made ungodly to say the least. Then he found that sweet spot inside of you, and a tear slipped out of the corner of your eye, a moan reverberating against Seungmin’s lips.

He pulled away from your lips then, his hand moving away from your throat as well as he concentrated on pumping his fingers into you. You couldn’t help but meet his movement, bucking against his hand as it moved against you, your hands holding onto his broad shoulders as if your life depended on it, your face buried in his neck, mouth slightly ajar from the pleasure. He pulled away from you then, his eyes meeting yours, a hard lust filled look on his face and he whispered, “I want you to look me in the eyes when you cum, baby.”

The coil in your abdomen was already tightening. His thumb found your clit and pressed in hard as he circled in relentlessly, more tears spilling from your eyes and the pressure slowly became overwhelming. He kissed you hard and pulled away again.

“Let go,” he commanded, and the coil snapped without warning, your vision going white, causing your body to shake violently against Seungmin’s hands, your thighs squeezing together as his long fingers continued their work in and out of you, pushing you through your blinding orgasm.

His eyes watched you intently, a smirk spreading across his face. Just as you felt your orgasm ending, Seungmin renewed his efforts, pumping hard and fast into you. The sounds your wet cunt made lewd and wet, You gasped, the breath punching from your lungs as his thumb pressed hard against your clit once more, another orgasm tearing through you without, this one harder than the first and completely unexpected. Your mouth was open, a silent cry frozen in your throat, but your brain was so on fire, you didn’t think you could utter a word if you tried, the fog settling over you as Seungmin gently pulled his fingers from you, sopping wet from your pleasure. You barely registered him sucking his two fingers into his mouth, your high so overwhelming, but when he spoke again, you were brought back to reality.

“God, you taste so fucking good. Maybe I should eat you out before we go,” he teased, pulling his finger from his mouth with a pop, his eyes bright and mischievous. He jokingly moved to get on his knees, but you had enough awareness to grip his firm shoulders and haul him back to his feet.

“I can’t,” you whimpered and he chuckled at that.

“You could,” he disagreed, “But, I don’t think we have the time,” he lamented, his lips finding yours again, this time in a soft and gentle kiss.

“You’re amazing,” you whispered against his lips.

“I know,” he responded confidently. And there it was again, that confidence. You couldn’t help the clench of your walls around nothing at his words. This heightened sense of confidence really did a number on you.

“Fuck. Your hands. Fingers. Gifts from the gods. No other explanation,” you managed. “And this confidence, both with me and on stage,” you looked into his eyes, your lips finding his in a kiss once more. “I’ve never been so fucking turned on in my life,” you admitted.

“Just wait until we get home,” he promised, kissing you quickly and pulling his body away from yours for the first time since you stepped into the small room.

You stepped toward him, your hand reaching for the obvious bulge in his jeans and squeezing firmly, causing Seungmin to still, his head thrown back in a moan.

“Now let me take care of this,” you smiled, squeezing him hard through his jeans. Just then a sound from the hall echoed around you.

“Kim Seungmin! Where the fuck are you?”

Seungmin’s forehead fell forward against yours, a low frustrated chuckle emanating from him. “Fuck you, Chan,” he groaned.

“I mean, I’d rather you fuck me but…” you teased.

“We’re out of time,” you both lamented at the same time. This caused you both to chuckle heartily. His hands came to the side of your face, kissing you slowly once more before a banging on the door jolted you back to reality.

“I know you’re in there,” Bang Chan said. “I heard y/n’s laugh. It’s hard to miss,” he added, but you could hear the smirk in his voice despite the obvious irritation at the two of you disappearing. “Wrap it the fuck up, you’ve gotta get prepped for our outdoor meet, you menace.” Chan hit the door one last time and then you heard him walk away.

“Guess our fun is done for now, jaigiya,” Seungmin groaned. He helped you put yourself back together and took your hand in his. “Let’s find a bathroom and then we can head to the waiting room.” He reached for the door, opening it and stepping out into the hall, pulling you behind him. You grabbed the arm of the hand you were holding, walking closely as you headed down.

“Might want to prepare yourself for later,” he teased, stopping in front of the restroom, his lips finding yours in a chaste kiss. “You’re not gonna know what hit you with the reward you’ve got coming.”

With that promise, he stepped into the bathroom and your shivers renewed with expectation of what that night would hold.

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[secretswiftymarvelfan]

I Told You So - Chris Evans x Reader

Summary: You catch up with Chris a few days after the ‘laser focused on finding the one’ interview

Words Count: 767

Warnings: Fluff! Language!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics / Photo Credit: @rainbowkisses31​

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Relaxing in bed, Dodger curled up beside you, you smiled when you heard the sound of Chris FaceTime’ing you. As soon as the call connected you were greeted with his warm but tired smile.

“Hey sweetheart how are you?” You smiled.

“Tired, jet lag is a bitch but I’m happy to see you” he smiles, stifling a yawn.

“Are you having fun though?” You ask him.

“Yeah lots, I’m doing interviews with Ana still and you know she’s fun, and you know it’s a movie I do want to promote, it could be worse, could be stuck with people I don’t like, promoting a movie that I didn’t enjoy making,” Chris says shrugging his shoulders before smiling gently “that being said I would rather be at home with you”

You smiled back at him “me too, that hotel bed does look comfy though”

“Oh it is” Chris chuckles wiggling himself back into the plush pillows “it was an outrage that I only got a few hours sleep last night”

“What time did you have to get up this morning?” You ask him.

“At like 4:30 am so we could pre-record the radio interview, I’m pretty sure I nearly fell asleep at least twice,” Chris says making you laugh.

“And all the questions are nice? Nothing coming back to bite you in the ass?” You ask trying not to smirk since you already knew the answer.

Chris groaned dropping his head back against his pillow “You know exactly what’s biting me in the ass right now” he groans.

“I think it's sweet that so many people are invested in your happiness,” you tell him.

He lets out a long sigh finally looking back at you “yeah I guess, I just didn’t expect it to blow up like it did” Chris shrugs “like we get so many boring questions and this question was a good one so I wanted to give them a good answer in the hopes that it would spur on more good questions” he sighs

“I get it, like training a puppy, you reward good behaviour,” you say nodding your head.

“Exactly! Except it backfired and now it’s the only thing I get asked about” Chris groans “and it wasn’t even an honest answer! Like I wanted to say how I was laser focused on building something with you but we’re not public yet and it was the next best thing to say and urgh! Just wish I kept my mouth shut”

You give him a sympathetic smile, which makes the worry lines on his face disappear “you can say I told you so now” he sighed.

You gasp laughing “I wasn’t going to!” You exclaim.

“Yes you were,” Chris says pointing at you “that night when I told you about it you said and I quote ‘aren’t you worried that it could blow up?’ And I said nah it probably won’t but it did so you were right”

“Doesn’t mean I wanted to be right” you point out.

“I guess so” Chris sighs his shoulders slumping slightly.

“It isn’t stressing you out, is it? Because if you’re worried about it bothering me it really doesn’t” you tell him.

He gives you a small lopsided smile “no not really, hopefully after the radio interview people will move on it's just frustrating that’s all” he says shaking his head gently.

“I know, but look just focus on the positives: the press tour is nearly done and you had a great time with Ana, and the internet is even more in love with you,” you tell him gently.

A lopsided grin grew on his face “you forgot one thing, I’m nearly back home to you” he smiles.

“I know, but I didn’t wanna seem big-headed” you smirk shrugging your shoulders.

Chris laughs before failing to hold back a loud yawn.

“You should probably get some rest sweetheart, you look exhausted,” you tell him softly.

“No I’m good, I wanna speak with you more, tell me about your day” Chris yawns shaking his head.

“Okay fine but I promise I won’t be offended if you fall asleep,” you tell him.

“Not gonna happen” Chris states.

You roll your eyes playfully before beginning to recount your day. You made sure to go into every boring little detail, dragging out the story wherever you could. You could see Chris fighting to stay awake meaning your plan was working. Soon enough Chris was fast asleep, his mouth hanging open as he lightly snored.

You smiled to yourself just watching him for a moment before whispering a goodnight and ending the call.

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[rose-riot-johnson]

Hello can I request a gang orca x reader (fem) fluff to smut? Orca working late and the reader tries to get him away from work? Reader sitting on orcas lap and getting him riled up. Clothes remaining on for orca, and orca kinda being shy and very gentle about sex. He’s a bit hesitant to having sex in his office but he can’t hide his excitement for it. (The reader is kinda a tease and softly strokes his bludge). The sex is romantic, no one calling each other degrading names or being super loud, just gently/rough sex. (He warns her about making noise)(Lights are off in his office and the computer light is the only thing that helps the reader see orca besides his red eyes). Orca enjoys letting her ride him and gently bends her over and works up to a rough pace from behind, while telling her how much he loves her. Creampie, and after care before they go home. The end! (Add details as usual, background, dialogue, and more. If you wish)!

I definitely will see about working on this Gang Orca fanfic you requested😃👍To warn you it could take me a while, because of a recent busy schedule and stuff going on in my personal life😅Also I'm gonna add a NSFW in this fanfic (if you don't mind) , so this will be the first requested fanfic the will get a NSFW or SFW type genres without mentioning NSFW or SFW for the request... So to warn you I do write NSFW and SFW type fanfics than I do with regular and head cannon(?) type fanfics. As for sex positions you mentioned about the reader riding Gang Orca and Gang Orca riding the reader from behind, so I will see what I can come up with from there hopefully I can write that part correctly.

☕Trying To Get Gang Orca To Wind Down☕(Kugo Sakamata, aka Gang Orca x Female Reader)

Genres: Fluff to Smut, NSFW and Sex Aftercare (Warning +18⚠️: Sexual Contact (Including (Sexual) Teasing, Bulge Stroking, Boob Groping, And Vaginal Penitration)

You have tried for weeks to get Gang Orca to take a break from his work, because he has been over working himself to get his work done. While you get he has to get work done before the deadline, however he focuses on his work nonstop and sometimes gets it done way too early.

You try to convince him to take a break for atleast a couple hours, because you know everytime he has been doing his work, he will only focus on that amd he will forget about his tummy, sleep, his well-being, etc... So, you knew you had to come up with a plan to help him take a break from his work for atleast a couple hours, if not the whole night...

One night, as you expected, Gang Orca decided his usual habit which was working late at night, no matter how tired he is, so you managed to sneak into his office, considering he's only focused on work and all the lights are, except the computer light, because he needed the computer on for his work, obviously.

You then somehow managed sneak behind him and massaged his shoulders... Gang Orca looked behind him to notice you (trying not to show he's spooked), as he asked, "I'm curious how you managed to sneak into my office, (Female Reader Name)?", before proceeding to stand up, then noticing you were wearing much less than usual.

You explained to him about how you got into his office, why you got into his office, the fact you know he will secretly get excited about the sex when opportunity happens, and other things you plan on telling him. He was hesitant about the sex at first, however he knows that neither one of you will be sure about if you will get that opportunity again.

As you gently stroked Gang Orca's bulge he groaned and whispered, "Don't Forget, (Female Reader Name)... We have to be quiet... We can't have anyone hear us... Remember what happened last time?".

Gang Orca laid down on the floor, so he can let you ride on his cock. You moved over your underwear, so you can insert his cock inside of you easier.

As you rode on his cock, the both of you held moans back trying to keep yourselves quietly, as possible, as he had you bend over a little bit, while trying to ride him, as he tells you how much he loves you.

A few minutes after you were riding him, he suggested to try out a different position, which you happily agreed, as you got off his cock and went to his desk to get yourself prepped up for what he's about to do with you from behind with you hands on the edge of his desk.

Gang Orca then went behind you and put his cock inside of your pussy, as he starts to thrust inside of you. As he continues to thrust himself inside your pussy, he gently bends you over, his thrusts get rougher the more he thrusts and he tells you how much he loves you, while he moves his hands underneath your bra to grope your breasts.

Once he came (creampied himself) inside of you, he decided to heat up something warm for you since he has the equipment to make you a cup of (hot drink of reader's choice), while thanking you for your company.

Gang Orca, then massaged your back, arms, sides, neck, legs, and feet, before he got you completely dressed. The last thing he did before he went home with you was make you another cup of a hot cup of (hot beverage of reader's choice).

It was definitely the most relaxing night you and Gang Orca ever had.

☕The End☕

I hope you enjoyed the Gang Orca fanfic my Tumblr Peeps😃👍As for you @watergod57-69 I hope I did well on the request😃👍Apologies for the wait😅Busy schedule and stuff happening outside of social media in general (I only did fanfics on Tumblr despite of having account on other social media platforms)😅Anyways I still hope you enjoyed the Gang Orca fanfic and hopefully I didn't rush the fanfic😅😃👍

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Do you take request? If not then feel free to ignore this little thing hier

Chuuya X reader

Chuuya and reader are training like they do every day. But then chuuya made the mistake of taking Reader in a stranglehold, witch resolved in reader having a panic Atack.

I just had this situation just a couple hours ago and you block helpt me come down. Thx

Calming down with you

Fandom: Bungou stray dogs

Characters: Chuuya x y/n (reader)

Warnings: panic attacks, mentions of ptsd.

A/n: I'm happy i could help, but I'm sorry that happened to you T-T. Hopefully, this can help comfort you in a way if I do it right. If it's alright, I'll be writing this in the readers/your pov (first person). I did make a few changes but only with the chokehold part^^.

Getting off of the phone I let out a sigh. I had just gotten a call from my landlord saying I was late on rent again. I've been struggling to pay my bills of lately due to the fact I'm paying back my family for previous problems. Not to mention, just yesterday someone broke in and shattered my windows and broke the handle on my front door. Leading to more bills.

I felt like screaming but I didn't, know that doing so wouldn't solve anything. I put my phone into my back pocket and walked out of my office and into the training room. Everyday around noon Chuuya and I spar as a way of training.

Stepping foot into the room I saw Chuuya sitting on the bench, swiping on his phone. After hearing my steps he looked up and shut his phone off.

"You're late." He sighed.

"I know I'm sorry" I apologized and looked to the ground.

I could feel his gaze on me and I tensed.

"It's fine just don't be late again." He sternly replied.

I looked up and nodded. "Yes sir!"

He smiled a little and nodded his head to the sparing mat. I sprinted over to the mat and got in position as he did the same. During every sparing match me made a deal not to use our abilities and just our physical strength.

On the count of three chuuya shouted "go!" And he leaded to me. I dodge him and went for a under kick which he decided to jump over. Chuuya was always known for having strong leg power so whenever we spared he made sure to focus on using his upper body strength instead of his lower. And for me, my lower body strength.

He went in for a punch and I dodged it, grabbed his arm, and flipped him over my shoulder and onto the foam mat. He groaned and shakily got up.

"Damn, nice one" He grunted. I just chuckled in return and waited for him to attack.

Chuuya composed himself and positioned himself. I decided to go in for the attack this time. I saw his stomach was open so I went in for the punch. He caught my fist and I kicked him in the side. Then, letting go of me and he groaned.

Catching me off guard he went for a upper cut to my jaw but I moved out of the way. Not giving me anytime time to process his movement, he wrapped his arm around my neck and tighten it, putting me in a choke-hold. I gasped and both my hands reach for his arm.

I tapped his arm but he didn't let go. Feeling the tightness around my neck kicked in my ptsd. I tried kicking but I couldn't. A tear slipped down my cheek, the wetness hitting his amr made him loosen up and he let go. I fell to the floor and my hand went to my neck as I start to hyperventilate.

My hands started to shake as my mind raced. I couldn't focus on anything so my eyes stayed focused onto the floor mat. Little coughs came out as my breathing went haywire. Chuuya bent down in concern and kneeled infront of me.

"Hey you okay?" He asked trying see my face, as it was coverd by my hair.

I looked up at him and tried to talk but I couldn't. Nothing came out. It was like I was reaching out for something that wasn't there. His eyes widened at my actions and appearance. He tried to put his hand on my cheek and I flinch.

He stopped his hand and brought it back to him. No matter how much I tried to calm down, i couldn't. I couldn't focus on anything. I shakily reached my hand out for chuuya and he quickly enveloped me in a hug. Wrapping his arms around me I instantly took in his scent. I could feel the worry radiating off of him. He sat back a sit and let me sit in between his legs.

He stroked my hair and rubbed my back, whispering calming words into my ear.

"Shh, it's okay. I'm right here" He soothed.

My hand cringed onto his shirt and I gripped it. I practically melted into his touch as my body leaned into his. To my surprise I was able to focus now and calm my self down. Though it was hard I struggled to do it. He hugged me tighter and tried his best to calm me down.

I stopped hyperventilating and my breathing slowed. My hands were still shaking but I was able to focus and see properly.

I slowly wrapped my arms around his torso and he gently pulled back a little to see my face. He carefully brought his hand up to my cheek and wiped away some of my tears. I leaned into his hand and he tensed for a second just to relax again.

"You alright" he practically whispered. I nodded in response. Still to afraid to talk I didn't say a word. And I think he noticed that to.

He both just stay like that. He continued to study my features, trying to look for anything he should be worried about. Though his eyes ended up meeting mine and he just smiled. He brought my head forward and place my forehead against his. I quietly heard his say he's canceling training for today. Then he whispered one more thing.

"Let's just stay like this for a while longer..."

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[savebatsartedition]

Happy Birthday Hiccup Horrendous Hadock the Third!

I've never really had a chance to celebrate this little guy's birthday, so I went ALL out! (Are you kidding me? 10 year anniversary year of How to Train Your Dragon 2, year of the dragon, AND a leap year?? There was no way I was missing it.)

So, as a little gift I made two things for him! :D

How to Throw a Birthday Party - A short oneshot set after the ending of the final book in the series. (Under the cut or in the link right there. 2,088 words.)

PISTA TOMA - Httyd books meme - I've been wanting to make one of these memes for a while, and I have had no luck in figuring out characters to make it with, so if the above fluff fic didn't suite you, enjoy a little bit of vague angst. ...in animation meme form. (Youtube video below, but if you want to see the scratch version, possibly to remix, the link to that will be in the description.)

Notes: If there are any canon inconsistencies, it’s because I haven’t read one of these books in a little under a year lol.

I did try to write it like it was really a How To Train Your Dragon book though. :3 It’s really fun to try to do haha.

Hiccup yawned and stretched in his bed, feeling the Woodensfang and Toothless' warm wings flicker against his side as the little green dragon grumbled something half asleep about the mean master waking him up. Light gently glowed from the doorway into the main room in the hut, and for a moment Hiccup felt quite like going right back to sleep.

He rolled back into his pillow, planting his face right down in the soft fabric and feathers and hissing out another yawn in a failed effort to suppress it. At his side Toothless also hissed, and as Hiccup did his best to get back to sleep (in his tiredness, he was entirely unaware of how much his movements were disturbing Toothless), the little dragon’s bright green eyes snapped open to stare angrily at the back of Hiccup's head.

“ Mean Hiccup! ” Toothless all but yelled, causing Hiccup to jump up in alarm as if he had been shot, “ T-t-Toothless was JUST getting to bed! ”

Hiccup nearly fell backwards out of the bed as Toothless headbutted him in the shoulder, his little gossamer wings flickering in the dark morning air as wisps of smoke rose from his toothless mouth. 

Holding his shoulder, Hiccup regained his balance and began to apologize to Toothless. It seemed that even after achieving relative peace after the Dragon Rebelion, there wasn't much he could do about Toothless' attitude.

Hiccup chuckled and swung his feet over the edge of the bed, fumbling for his helmet (just a regular old Hooligan helmet, that pretentious bloodstained crown would never again touch his fiery hair if he could do anything to help it) before placing the familiar weight on his head.

As Hiccup adjusted the helmet in the reflections on a shield that had apparently been put in his room with him, Toothless flapped up onto his shoulder, seeming to have forgotten all about being tired as the distant scent of breakfast reached his little warty nose.

“ W-w-ill Toothless get some of that fish downstairs? ” Toothless asked, starting directly into Hiccup's eyes even as Hiccup focused on his reflection, “ T-toothless KNOWS there's food downstairs ,” he placed a claw over his heart, “ Toothless can s-s- SMELL it, ”

Hiccup laughed and finished readjusting his helmet. (It was surprisingly difficult to get it to intentionally miss covering his dragon mark.) “ Yes Toothless, ” he said in dragonese, which was the language dragons and hopefully humans spoke to each other in, “ I'm sure you can have the fish, ”

Toothless whooped in joy and jumped into the air, turning a little summersault before landing on Hiccup's helmet. (Which very quickly titled out of the position the boy king had so carefully put it in.) Hiccup sighed and reached up to pet the small dragon. Things had gone back to normal so easily, it was almost as if they had never even changed in the first place.

“ T-toothless is the best lost thing, after all, ” Toothless all but crowed, turning circles on Hiccup's helmet as he headed out of the bedroom and into the main room of the makeshift hut the vikings had set up. (Though he was sure to grab his sword along the way, just in case. Vikings worked fast, as the hut proved, and even if they were in a state of peace, he had no proof they would stay that way for very long, no matter how much he wanted them too.)

“ Yes Toothless, ” Hiccup replied back absentmindedly, skirting around the sleeping forms of his mother and father and past the empty rolls where he knew some other Viking royalty had been put to sleep, “ Yes you were, ”

He hadn't thought about it when he was in his room, but he was pretty sure that Fishlegs and Camicazi had been missing from their own blankets when he had woken up.

Quietly he slid open the front door, careful to shush Toothless until it was closed again in case he started yelling again. (He had seen his mother twist in her sleep when Toothless had last crowed.)

“ Do you think Toothless will get to have c-cod?! ” Toothless asked excitedly, “ T-toothless is in the mood for cod! ”

“ Does it smell like cod? ” Hiccup asked him, reaching up to pick up the little dragon (and also to fix his helmet, again), " If it smells like cod you can probably have cod, ”

"Or tuna," Toothless said thoughtfully, "Toothless ALSO in the mood for tuna..."

It was a shockingly warm day out for the season, but Hiccup still shivered as a chilly ocean breeze flew past him. Toothless didn't seem to mind it so much, but he didn't argue as Hiccup placed him back on the soft fur of the vest over his shoulder.

Hiccup followed the scent as Toothless struggled to place it, though he was also somewhat unsure of what it could be, he was hungry. Maybe it wasn't smart to be walking around camp as a newly crowned King of the Wilderwest all by his lonesome, especially when he was still fairly bruised, but he didn't care. He was hungry, and he was still tired, and maybe he wasn't thinking quite straight.

He turned a corner between the tents, and suddenly the source of the smell was within his reach.

A campfire, with a large pot presumably containing many kinds of fish hung over it, sat at the center of a small clearing in the tents and huts, but that wasn't even why his heart suddenly glowed.

“Fishlegs!” he called, waving to his friend as Toothless crowed and leapt off his shoulder, aiming straight for a pile of delicious fat fish that had not yet been added to the stew, “Camicazi!”

His two friends waved back at him, grinning wide grins, but they weren't the only ones around the campfire.

“We were going to invite your parents,” Camicazi told him, elbowing him in the side good-naturedly, her mood dragon Stormfly winding around her legs like a very long, very purple cat as she wished Hiccup a good morning, “But they were dead asleep and we didn't want to wake them,”

”Hey Hiccup!“ Fishlegs grinned at him, though he looked somewhat ill (which Hiccup guessed probably stemmed from the fact that a very sleepy looking Barbra the Barbarian was sitting and chatting with some of Camicazi's Bog Burglar friends.) ”Good morning for fish, right?“

Hiccup shrugged and smiled. (Though he certainly agreed with Fishlegs, he didn't want to insult the shivering shape of his friend's vegetarian hunting dragon Horrorcow, who had once again found her place as a large lump under Fishlegs’ vest.) ”Good morning to see you guys!“

”Hiccup!“ called a voice that Hiccup recognized as Thuggory the Meathead, ”Are you gonna ask Toothless to wait until everything is done cooking or are we starting right away?!“

Hiccup turned to see the tall Viking Heir struggling with Toothless, who was eating a humongous tuna that Thuggory seemed to have been right about to dump into the stew. 

”Oh Toothless!“ Hiccup called, racing over to his snickering friend and taking him (complete with the fish larger than he was) into his arms, ” Don't you want to wait until all the cooking has been done? “ He said, continuing in Dragonese.

Toothless giggled and continued chowing down. Clearly he preferred the taste of nice raw fish. (Hiccup couldn't say he agreed, but he was glad that Toothless seemed to be subdued for a second or two.)

Hiccup placed the tuna and dragon on the floor together, trying to ignore the loud sounds of chewing that floated up from them as he reached out a hand to shake Thuggory's hand. To his surprise, the Meathead heir laughed and drew him into a hug instead.

Hiccup nearly choked as he was lifted into the air, his feet dangling for a couple of seconds as Thuggory greeted him, before he was set back down. 

”It's great to see you again Hiccup,“ Thuggory explained, ”Especially after all that cool stuff you did back there,“

”Good to see you again too,“ Hiccup laughed, though he didn't really like the constant references to the battles of the Dragon Rebelion, ”Just doing what a friend of dragons has to do,“

”Hiccup!“ called Camicazi, catching up with him. (Though Fishlegs lagged a few steps behind, not so secretly making eyes at Barbra, who was now hissing at her cat Fearless and showing the Bog Burglars how sharp the claws of the little animal were.) ”Hey!“

Hiccup turned to her, though he was momentarily distracted by the sight of several Hooligan boys sitting together on a large rock. He had missed them more than he had expected in the time he'd been gone, it seemed, because even the sight of Dogsbreath (who was laughing with Clueless about something for a change) put a smile on his face.

“Yeah?” he asked, shooting Speedyfist a smile, “What is it?”

“Aren't you going to ask why we're all here now?!” he asked, putting her hands on her hips and glaring at him. Even though she was a head or so shorter than him, Hiccup thought she could look extremely intimidating if she chose to. 

“Um,” Hiccup thought for a second, but, still groggy from sleep, he had nothing. “Breakfast?” He asked, giving her a pained smile as she slapped a hand to her face and sighed. (*”Boys,“*)

”It's for your birthday!“ Fishlegs said, finally stumbling over to the group.

“My what?” Hiccup asked, completely blindsided by that answer. Hadn't his birthday been quite a while back now?

”You only get one once every four years,“ Camicazi pointed out, speaking slowly and patiently as if she really believed he was as stupid as she pretended she thought he was, ”and we felt bad that you missed it, so we wanted to throw a celebration!“

“My- ah!” Hiccup yelped as Toothless' sharp claws dug into his leg, he seemed to have had his fill of the fat tuna, “What- Thank you-“

Thuggory slapped him on the back, laughing again. ”It's what dragon markers do, eh?“

Fishlegs nodded, and even Horrorcow stuck her head out from under his vest for a second to speak. ” I do wish we had considered vegetarians before planning the meal, “ she said politely, ” do you happen to have any carrots? “

Hiccup frowned and stuck his hands into his pocket, he always carried a slice of carrot precisely for this purpose. ” In fact I do Horrorcow! “ He grinned, holding it out to the sad looking hunting dragon, ” enjoy! “

She thanked him and immediately began chomping into the orange vegetable. Hiccup smiled, to his tired mind, the interaction hadn't seemed odd at all, but as Camicazi spluttered into laughter and Fishlegs blinked at him in confusion, Hiccup began to realize that it might have sounded a bit odd to those that didn't understand dragonese.

“I should start teaching you guys dragonese,” he mused, scratching Toothless between his horns as he turned to look at the mess of fish guys he had left on the sandy rocks below them. (And on Hiccup's boots it seemed.)

“You're just not gonna address that?!” Camicazi half shrieked, half laughed, nearly doubled over at the force of her laughter, “You just had a carrot in your pocket? Why?!”

Hiccup brushed a strand or two of hair out of his eye and, in a fake offended voice, told her that he cared about his friends enough to do so if the friend in question called for it.

This caused her to howl with laughter again, and this time Hiccup couldn't help but join in. This all felt strangely comfortable, for some reason. From the small circle of closer friends that were giggling with (and at) him, to the gaggles of Hooligan boys and Bog Burglar girls on opposite sides of the fire, to the random smattering of hunting and riding dragons that had decided to stay with their humans, this felt nice.

“Thank you all,” Hiccup murmured, still scratching a now purring Toothless and Thuggory began to call that the stew was done, “It really means a lot that you would do this for me,”

“ And for m-me! ” Toothless said, yelping happily and jumping into the air as the covering once again came off the large pot, which he seemed to have just realized was the perfect heat for a dragon such as himself, “ T-toothless loves fish baths! ”

And it was all Hiccup could do to warn Thuggory that he was about to half to fish a very happy little dragon out of their food.

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[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

A doll tumbles off a shelf as a song begins to play from nowhere. “ Disappointment takes us by surprise…Even though by now I think we should have realized, everyone is dumb.” The small toy, a strange combination of a pink princess animal and a pegasus, begins to walk on its plush legs towards the quintet of brothers. The la’s and dumbs play with each step.“There must be something in the corn flakes” As the song plays its eyes blink, and it reaches up into the air with its tiny fingerless hands. 

She grew, her fluffy plush arms lengthening. “Making it hard for us to think straight,” Hands came through the material and they transformed into sleeves. “Aaaahh” The colors go from soft pink to a sparkling silver with neon pink embroidery forming spirals along the sleeves, and soon a vibrant blue and highlighter yellow sets of thread join the pink. 

“I just wanna go from here!” Her eyes blink to the beat and transform with her face into human eyes that are a little too big, and a little too cartoonish to be normal. “Close my eyes and disappear”. They have heart pupils set against green eyes.

The legs flexed and narrowed and combined together into 2 stocky human legs, and bright red platform boots with green laces replaced her fabric hooves. They had some sort of magic shimmer to them as she tapped her feet to the song. “I just wanna be the comic relief,” She threw her arms in performed exasperation, mouthing along to the words and beginning to dance. “Making jokes, not taking any responsibilities!”

Her cute tail exploded into confetti which circled her body like a magical girl transformation. “It's waking up inside of the dream.” Once it rose to circle her head her new outfit was fully revealed, a glittery silver and rosy red party dress, completely with a ridiculously oversized bow on the back, more embroidered spirals trailing across her body, and lots of glitter.  Don't know what to believe-” She posed for the “woo!” And grinned. “Maybe that's why…”

“Disappointment takes us by surprise,” She met each of their eyes as she danced. “Even though by now I think we should have realized…”

Everyone is dumb- dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb…” 

The new being leaped into air, flipped twice, and landed inches from Blinky’s face, sending him sprawling backwards. The song faded into quiet background noise, but it wasn’t gone. Her hair was ginger and tied into cartoony heart shaped buns with purple ribbons. “I’m back! Your Mother says hello, and I say it’s been too long!” Her voice was clearly…Shadow’s??? She twirled around and revealed a childish plastic wand. “Abra Kadabra and Gobbledygook! I give you all a freebie off the book!” 

A flash of light shot out of the toy wand and their couch burst into a much larger and more comfortable pullout couch bed, complete with blankets. “You’re welcome! I can’t stay long but I wanted to give you something, since our connection to you has been interrupted so rudely by the asshole up there. Hopefully the rest of us can reunite! You can call me Shiney now.” 

The five stare at the figure, huddled together at some point during the transformation out of caution. Wiggog bares his teeth threateningly, wrapping Karaxis up protectively. He frantically tries to help Blinky up after he stumbles back with a confused expression. Pokotho and Nibblenephim have backed away together, clearly as frightened as the rest of their brothers. Nibbly audibly growls in an attempt to sound like an animal.

She poses as the song ends and says things. But they’re much too focused on the insanity that just happened to listen.

When the toy wand transforms the house’s old couch into a pullout, they marginally relax, but it’s not enough. The figure’s voice is oddly familiar, but they can’t think about that through their defensive positions.

Blinky shields his eyes, discomforted at the bright colors that contrast sharply against the dull reds and browns of the house. He squints, trying to piece together where this person came from. Tinky, for his part, is staring through his brother’s arms with a mixture of confusion, a twinge of fear, and awe. The bright colors attract him, but he can’t bring himself to move, either. She’s saying things about his father and…mother? He can’t really get it. She turned their couch into a bigger one, that looked a lot more comfortable, so he guessed she was nice…

Who the fuck are you?!?

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[charliethesimp]

After long time i return with another fanfiction! Hopefully after this i will be able to find more time for writing and open my requests.

König x Trans male reader

Dysphoria

ANGST/COMFORT

Short summary: After long week you feel very dysphoric and need König to comfort you.

Long summary: Neither of you were feeling for any serious movies so you agreed on watching a cartoon together for this night. Squishing together on the small sofa that König has was normally pleasant experience but now that every move, every touch made you aknowlage the way your clothes sit on you or the way your body curves it was slowly driving you crazy.

Warnings: Talking about dysphoria

It was Friday evening on the base. Finally it was the end of a really stressful week for everyone including you. Everyone was exhausted, happily going back to their rooms to finally get some sleep or to the common room to socialize. But you, you were hurring through the hall to a certain room. Taking a sight you zipped up your hoodie before stopping infront of a well known door. Exhaustion and worry was written all over your face as you knocked.

Your face light up when you saw König open the door. You saw excitement in his eyes as well. It was time for your weekly rutine of watching movies together, it was the only thing keeping you sane the whole week.

"Ah Schatze you are finally here." Just like a little child he pulled you in by your hand.

You were not expecting it and lost your balance falling right into his chest. Pretending that it wasn't his goal he used this opportunity to trap your body in a bear hug.

You hugged him back just as strong. After all you didn't see each other for the whole week. You kept working and working letting the paperwork swallow you whole. Skipping most of the meals just to get everything done in time. This week was real trouble for everyone. You could feel the tension slowly leave your body as you relaxed into his arms. But the way you excessively felt your body against his kept you at your toes.

Neither of you were feeling for any serious movies so you agreed on watching a cartoon together for this night. Squishing together on the small sofa that König has was normally pleasant experience but now that every move, every touch made you aknowlage the way your clothes sit on you or the way your body curves it was slowly driving you crazy.

Trying to keep your attention on the movie instead wasn't going so well. Through half of the movie you were barely focusing on watching. Your mind was drifting away and only that one thing was pondering on your mind. It was bothering you the whole week and when you though that being with König would make it go away here it is making you feel bad again.

Königs belly laugh slightly shaken your head that was resting on his shoulder, bringing you back from your thoughts.

"Did you see that?" He ask through his laughter.

"Hm? Yes, yes." You snaped back to reality.

Again paying your attention to the tv trying to see what he was talking about.

Noticing the tension on your face König couldn't stop himself from asking: "Schatze, are you okay?" He looked down at you slightly concerned with what could be on your mind.

"Hmm..." You though about what to say,"Yes! Don't worry." You decided against telling him, after all this was supposed to be your "date" night, you didn't want to ruin it for him.

König sighted a little before stoping the movie and turning his body to face you. This sudden action and loosing support from his shoulder made you nearly fall over. Adapting to his new position you too turned yourself towards him and sat straight up.

"Y/n you know you can tell me everything. Are you okay? What's on your mind?" He put his hand on top of yours giving you a little squeeze.

You started blabbing out words not really knowing how to explain yourself.

"I- well... It's just that- umm-"

He run his thumb over your hand in soothing circles.

"It okay Liebes. Take your time. Take a breath in, i'm not going anywhere, i will wait." His sweet words grounding you down.

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, only focusing on the warmth coming from his hand on yours.

In and out.

Opening your eyes you were met with his loving gaze.

Calming down a little bit you started again.

"Well lately i'm not feeling like myself. I'm so exhausted from this week and everything that's been happening. I just feel so bad about myself, how i look, how i act, everything seems wrong.

It's- i think it's because how bad my dysphoria got these few weeks and i-..." You looked down, "I keep thinking about- well you and me."

Somehow König looked even more focused than he did until now.

"What's wrong?" He slightly tightened his grip on your hand.

"I just keep wondering, why me? Why are you with me. There are real men that would kill to be with you." You could feel tears forming in your eyes.

It felt owerhelming now when you actually told him how you feel. It felt like telling him that you don't fully trust him. Your mind was racing between the worst scenerios, what if he tells you that you are right, that he should have been with someone better, someone manlier? But wouldn't it be for the best?

Not giving him enough time to talk, to let any of those scenarios fullfil you added: "I mean, what i wanted to say is i don't feel like i'm good enough for you. You deserve a real man. I love you so much but i want you to be happy." At your last word you broke down crying.

König's heart was aching looking at you sobbing infront of him.

With the back of your hand you tried to wipe your face dry but the tears just wouldn't stop coming.

"I don't deserve man like you, König. You- you..." It was getting harder for you to talk between sobs and you kept stumbling over your words.

Even through all that König never stopped tracing patterns on your hand and was patiently waiting for you to finish your sentence.

"You are so nice, so handsome, so perfect and you are loosing your time with someone like me! I'm not even a real man. Whatever i say, whatever i do i will never be."

König couldn't just watch anymore. He pulled you into his chest, trying to calm you down with a hug.

"Love, Y/n, you are everything i ever wished for." He slightly pulled away cupping your face in his hands.

"Listen, if anything, i don't deserve you. You are so smart, so handsome, so strong. Look at you, everything you went through everything you are still going through and you still keep smiling. There is no better man then you. God, you are the biggest man i know! I know you may not feel like it right now but i swear to you, you are a real man to me and always will be. You make me the happiest i can be." He used his thumbs to wipe your tears away.

His words meant so much to you even through it was hard to believe them. You hid your face in his chest again trying to calm your breathing as you inhaled his scent. König kept his hands wrapped around you firmly, slightly swinging back and forth soothing you down.

"Mein Junge. Mein süßer Junge.' König whispered softly into your hair.

He placed a quick kiss on top of your head before adding more german which translation you already knew by heart.

"Ich liebe dich, mein Prinz."

You sat like that for some time just resting on his chest, calming down. Movie long forgotten by both of you. He didn't loosen his grip on you for even a second keeping you flush against him. He just kept running his hands through your hair, whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

You focused only on him, his words, his touch.

And neither König could be bothered by anything around you two. Only thing on his mind, his only goal was to calm you down.

He truly was perfect.

Some time passed and you finally got your breath under control.

König was covering your now red face with little kisses through his veil.

"What would you say about finishing the movie later? We can go to bed, you need to rest after all you had to do this week." He cupped your face in his big hands.

You were too exhausted to answer just nodding your had slightly.

Without warning König swooped you up bride style and carried you to his bed.

You could feel his strong arms flex underneath you. He carefully put you down on the bed and after taking his shirt off he climbed right next to you.

He put the blanket over the two of you and pulled you against his chest holding you firmly like you were about to run away from him.

"Sleep well, my princ."

His heavy accent soothing you to sleep.

Even after you felt asleep König kept you close to him. Finally feeling relieved when he saw your face relaxed. Without any stress or sadness.

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