#i have no idea if you're the same anon who asked me this last night but if you are. seriously give ne at least 24hrs to answer

[kim-ruzek]

what was wrong with s18 of svu?

What isn't wrong is the question.

No but in all seriousness I have problems with it which while I do rewatch it it is very much so badly written. But I don't want or care to go into depths about it.

#ree's asks #l&o svu #i have no idea if you're the same anon who asked me this last night but if you are. seriously give ne at least 24hrs to answer #before bugging me again

[earthtooz]

rin kiss cam absolutely a masterpiece, i loveeee it so much <3 but i got an opposite idea. since you are very damn talented writing for sae, perhaps where you and sae had an argument which upset you so much, you have been ignoring him. then the following day, sae has a football match. after the match which of course they win, all the cams are on you and he said “please give me another chance to fix this, us” THEN THEN he held a massive bouquet of roses DJOWJDOSHDJSJDJ

for @limitlesshq - changed up the storyline a little, anon, sorry! your ask gave me inspiration for this, i'm sorry if you don't like the alterations, but i hope you enjoy nevertheless! this is VERY unedited.

sae, who has a sharp tongue and an even sharper attitude to match with that blunt personality of his. sae, whose words burn and singe your skin, leaving searing pain behind that you try not to show, especially when the venom drips onto your skin and brands you with shame, humiliation, and wrath. sae, who has never talked to you like he had in the argument you had two nights ago.

since then you hadn't talked to him, cringing at the thought of messaging him and reaching out. your friends tell you that you should try and mend whatever has happened, that knowing the two of you, sae's probably feeling the same and misses you too. your heart agrees but your conscious is still a little scarred, wincing when you recall the words that were thrown around.

sae had sent you a few posts here and there- like he sometimes does on instagram (they're hardly funny and you're still trying to find a way to tell him that), and you would only respond with a double click of the message instead of a proper response. other than that, he hadn't reached out in any other way.

the problem was that tonight you had a match to attend, with tickets that sae personally booked for you so it'd be a little harsh to not go.

just because you were still... upset at him doesn't mean that you didn't love him.

but did he want you there? what if he doesn't want to see you? what if he's still mad? that's probably why he hasn't made any attempts to try and talk it out and lord knows that you're still too busy fighting your own thoughts to make the first move.

pathetic really, it is, but when itoshi sae is your partner and the person who you have to apologise to... it's a little hard...

nevertheless, you go. your eyes lingered on the jersey he had given you, debating on whether or not you should wear it.

you decide against it, walking out of your apartment with a sinking feeling that it was a decision you'd regret. at least you still looked cute.

arriving at the stadium, you occupy your seat quite quickly especially since you were watching solo today. it's always daunting to be alone, especially in an environment like this, but you don't want any of your friends to witness how rocky you and sae are right now, so just purchasing this one ticket was a good idea.

even if that meant you had to cure your own boredom by scrolling on your phone whilst waiting for the match to start.

despite your indifferent front, your stomac was doing somersaults from where you jittered with anxiety. was showing up the right move? what if he didn't want you here?

then the stadium announcers begin talking, shushing everyone almost immediately as the teams are introduced. each running onto the grassy field when it's their turn, basking the roars and screams of the crowd that came to support them.

when real madrid comes out, your eye immediately lands on the figure of your boyfriend. although you can't see him all that clearly, it's not hard to identify him from his magenta hair and build; one that you see practically all the time (excluding the last three days).

he's scanning through the crowd, whipping his head around as if in search for someone, and when he finds the vip section for real madrid, his eyes land on you. you can't see him clearly, but there's a shift from his figure, his aura darkening as he slows his steps a little, falling behind from his team.

a fellow teammate has to push sae a little to snap him out of whatever funk he was in and a part of you twists uncomfortably at this weird behaviour of his.

all because he saw you. maybe it wasn't the right choice to come tonight. what if you impact his play?

the kickoff begins before you can think too much about it and the match officially starts, the players scrambling around the field.

90 minutes are over before you can count, the victory going to real madrid (to your relief because thank goodness you didn't affect their precious midfielder).

however, where you thought you would head home immediately after the match, it seems like sae has other plans as he runs towards the barriers separating the audience and the field, eyes locked on you the whole time. he beckons for you to come over and with a little hesitation, you do, weaving through exiting crowds in anticipation for what he'd need.

"congrats for the win," you say in greeting, plastering on a smile to give him the false perception that you were okay. he didn't need a victory to be soiled. that'd be a rough way to end such a pleasant event.

he doesn't meet your smile. instead, his eyes seem troubled, eyebrows slightly furrowed as he looks you up and down again and again, as if his eyes are deceiving him.

"you're not wearing my jersey," he says finally, looking back up at you with turmoil clear in his eyes.

"oh," you look down at your own outfit. "yeah. i decided not to."

"why?"

"well after our argument i didn't know where we stand," you confess shyly. he frowns further before stepping back.

then he takes off his jersey- the one he was wearing, and fiddles with it until it's facing a certain way. he had a long sleeve shirt on underneath but without the jersey, you can see that he's wearing the couples necklace you got for your anniversary.

he then threads the jersey on over you and despite being shocked at his abrupt actions, you comply nevertheless, weaving your arms through the holes.

sae hums in approval and you feel a little gross wearing his sweat-sopped shirt, but he looks content and happy. a stark contrast to the troubled expression he was wearing previously.

you open your arms for a hug. he accepts it, winding his arms around your torso as yours go around his neck. the athlete breathes you in, relishing in the feeling of being so close to you after so long.

"are we okay?" he asks, voice muffled as sae hugs you a little tighter.

"yeah," you respond. he takes his head out of your shoulder, indifferent eyes glossy. you think they're tears, but you're not going to give yourself such high credit.

"missed you. i hate it when you're mad at me."

you chuckle, pressing a kiss to his nose, causing him to scrunch his face at the sensation. "i wasn't mad, sae. i thought you would be."

"me? why?"

"i don't know. you're kind of scary, y'know. especially to those who have wronged you or you don't care about."

he softens before bringing his head to your shoulder again, finding solace in your touch. "but you're neither."

"noted," you laugh, running your hands through his hair. everything feels okay again.

you only find out after the match that sae was hoping you'd come all along and that he even brought gifts for you as a way of apologising after the match.

#sae x reader #itoshi sae x reader #blue lock x reader #*ੈ✩‧₊˚ earf's ideas that i'll never write #for limitlesshq merry christmas #earf's sae rambles #earf's inbox hours ✌️

[empresskylo]

Any ideas for ghost headcanons part two? 🥹😊 I love your personification of him!! Your writing is great!

(I also loved that konig brings you a tea or drink everytime he makes one for himself I like cried reading that)

more ghost headcanons!!! some headcanons mention reader being afab. some are nsfw. [previous ghost headcanons] (also thank you sm anon!!!)

♡ he's clingy af. but like, not in a needy way, more in a 'he just wants to be around you' way. he just likes to be in your presence. sometimes you think you might be boring him because you're just sitting there reading while he watches you, but he could leave at any time. he's choosing to just sit there in silence with you because he cant help but be around you.

♡ he kind of just hovers around you. he won't even realize he's doing it half the time. you'll get up to leave the room and he'll follow suit. "simon?" "hmm?" "why are you following me? I'm just going to the bathroom." "oh... I--I don't know."

♡ you stood up, stretching your arms above your head in a yawn. "i think i'm gonna go shower," you mumbled. simon got up from his seat, following you to the bathroom. "yeah, guess I could use a wash." you turned to him and raised a brow. was he inviting himself to partake in your shower? you stood a bit dumbfounded in the bathroom as simon began to strip his clothes immediately. in just his boxers he halted. "What?" he asked realizing you were simply staring at him. "you're joining my shower?" you asked. you weren't sure why, but simon's instinctual reaction assuming he was doing whatever you were doing surprised you. "don't worry, love. i'm not comin' on to you." he paused. "unless you want me to." you swatted his arm making him chuckle. he reached down and began to help you take off your shirt.

♡ he's a good cook. he's always enjoyed cooking though he doesn't get the chance to do it often. he got soooo nervous the first time he cooked anything for you. it's just something he finds really personal, so sharing it with another person made him feel a bit vulnerable. but of course, you loved whatever he made.

♡ his hair is always a mess. not only because of his mask messing his hair up, but because he's so used to having it on, he doesn't know what to do with his hair when it's not hidden by his mask. he doesn't like when it gets too long, but he also can't be bothered to cut it all the time so it frequently gets kinda shaggy.

♡ the same goes for his scruff. he gets kinda lazy about his physical appearance and so he doesn't shave that often. he doesn't usually like when he grows a full-on beard (it gets itchy under his mask) but he almost always has stubble. his hair grows so fast and thick too. like even if he shaved in the morning, by that night, his face is scratchy with stubble again.

♡ he definitely has body hair too btw (; he's got a slightly hairy chest. a nice lil happy trail. there's no way he'd every shave his chest either. he already struggles finding time to shave his face. he's just a very manly man. lots of hair....

♡ idk this is so random but he bites his nails. he does it a lot at night when he's laying in bed, just thinking. his mind tends to keep him up at night, thinking about all the shit he doesn't want to think about. it's a bad habit but it's the last thing he's worried about.

♡ speaking of bad habits, i think he's probably a smoker. not a heavy smoker, which would fuck with his lungs thus fucking with his stamina. but he likes the occasional cig. he more so smokes when he's extra stressed out. you'll often find him smoking outside the night before a big mission, his mask pushed up to his nose as he takes a hit. he smokes a lot with price too, who usually has a cigar.

♡ he is very handsy. maybe it has something to do with his trauma—he feels like you’ll disappear if he lets you go—but he always likes to have physical contact with you. he’ll walk past you and let his hand brush across your back. he likes to pull you into his side, his arm wrapped around your waist. he will aimlessly rub circles on your thigh when you sit next to him. he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it but he’ll slowly pull you closer until you’re on his lap. he wraps both arms around you when you sleep in his bed—you both always wake up tangled in the morning. likes to kiss your forehead, the top of your head, your cheeks, your hand, your fingers, just everywhere on you, whenever he can. But he doesn’t love pda. so that means he won’t kiss all over you when someone else is around, but his wandering hands still somehow find their way to you, holding yours or resting on the small of your back.

𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐖

♡ likes to make you beg for it.

♡ he likes seeing you on your knees, absolutely a mess, pleading, begging for him to touch you. he enjoys making you work for it. he’ll let you suffer, bringing you to the edge just to stop and demand you tell him what he wants to hear.

♡ but that’s not to say he doesn’t like when you take revenge on him. you enjoy riling him up, making him shift his pants while you two are in public because you’ve been teasing the fuck out of him. and when you’re finally behind closed doors, you don’t let him touch you. you don’t let him anywhere near you until he falls to his knees and begs you for it. begs you to let him touch you. begs you to kiss him. begs for your permission to touch himself. begs you to let him take off your clothes. and only then, do you let him devour you, only giving you pleasure. no, he can’t come until you allow it. and honestly, simon never thought this would be his style, he definitely always preferred to be the dominant one. but something about you making him a helplessly devoted fool makes him revel in the way you can get him to succumb to you.

♡ likes to fuck you from behind (-: he loves getting a good grip on your hair, yanking you back into him as his other hand leaves bruises on your hips. and fuck if he doesn’t leave bruises all over you. your hips, chest, arms, legs, neck, just everywhere. and sometimes he feels bad after, thinking he was a bit too rough with you, but he always gets a weird swell of butterflies whenever someone else sees your bruises (knowing exactly how you got them) and seeing you get all flustered.

♡ and speaking of feeling bad about being too rough, he definitely gets dom drop (aka emotional exhaustion/feeling of guilt or depression after dominant sex). this makes him very clingy and cuddly after, always double-checking to make sure he didn't go too hard on you.

♡ he is also really good at aftercare. he will immediately clean you up, carry you to the shower, or bring out a warm washcloth. he helps you change into comfy clothes, brushes your hair, then pulls you into him so he can wrap his body around you and hold you as you both lay in bed.

♡ as much as he likes receiving, he fucking loves giving. he loves to go down on you. he fucking loves knowing he's the one making you come apart like that. loves knowing you're moaning his name because of what he's doing. goes crazy when you drag your fingers through his hair, tugging on him when he starts to suck on your clit. he often hums against you in pleasure, getting off solely from the fact that you're getting off just from his tongue.

♡ very possessive. and he often exhibits this during sex. he gets off on the fact that you're his.

♡ "say you're mine," he demands as he thrusts in and out of you. your mind is so lost in a haze you barely hear what he says. simon stops, making you whine before he speaks low and slow. "say. you're. mine." you shift under his weight, moving your hips around, making him growl. "i'm yours, simon. only yours," you pant. a sly grin forms on simon's face before he starts pounding into you relentlessly.

♡ my guy's got a bit of a breeding kink. (i don't think he necessarily wants kids. maybe in another life. but in this one, he's so committed to his job that he'd never be able to raise a kid. he'd feel especially guilty if anything ever happened to him, cutting his time with his kid short) that being said, he loves the idea of breeding you. he likes to come inside you till you overflow. likes the idea of him knocking you up.

♡ "gonna fill you up, yeah? i won't stop till you're fuckin' overflowing, love. you gonna be a good girl and take it all for me?"

♡ he's very talkative during sex. always mumbling something vulgar or demanding things from you. that, or he's muttering little praises.

♡ "you like that, baby?" "fuck, you're so tight." "god, i love it when you do that." "this feel good, yeah?" "you can cry all you want, i'm not stopping till you come again." "you're taking me so well." "tell me how much you want it." "say my name, baby." "fuck, you're squeezing me so god damn tight." "want me to make you come again?" "want me to stop, hm? no? then let me hear you beg for it." "don't keep those noises from me" "look at me." "don't you dare look away now."

#ghost #simon riley #ghost headcanons #simon riley headcanons #smut #ghost cod #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #ghost mw2 #ghost smut #simon riley smut #cod #ghost fanfic #simon riley fanfic #ghost call of duty #ghost angst #cod mw2

[bloodyhoon]

request ideas; jake having a half aussie half korean gf who's visiting korea with him and she's going out wearing too much revealing clothes which jake gets annoyed and says you can't wear that out in korea AND I QUOTE "I'm fine with everything in australia but in here you can wear it only if you want me to punch every guy that will approach you tonight" kind of shit which she find amusing and annoys him even moreeee and it ends up in rough sex

hi okay anon let me kiss you for this i have fun writing, I hope you like it

pairing: boyfriend! jaeyun x reader

warnings: possesive and jealousy jaeyun, brat reader, jaeyun is mad, a lot of teasing, dirty talk, unprotected sex, crying, morally wrong things yk. english is not my first language so there may be grammal or spelling errors.

words: 2.5K (again longer than I intended)

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the vacation in korea with your boyfriend jaeyun was going perfectly. you had visited your family who lived there and then you had visited some friends that you hadn't seen in a while, who invited you to go out that night to celebrate because you had not seen each other for a long time and because that would be the last night of the two of you in korea before returning to australia to your normal lives. of course, on your last night there, you would all have a great time hanging out at some bars before getting drunk and entering a famous club and dancing all night until you were tired, so the occasion called for a stunning outfit and that unfortunately your jealous and possessive boyfriend did not approve.

"you're not going out like that" his words were stern and his gaze was cold as he scanned your body from head to toe seeing how revealing your dress was.

"oh yeah?" you gave him a cocky smile through the mirror while you touched up your black mascara. when you separated from the mirror you looked at yourself for a few seconds, yes, maybe the dress was somewhat revealing since it was too tight to your body, the skirt barely covered your butt and the neckline gave a perfect view of your breasts. "don't you like it?" you turned in your place facing him. his gaze went to every corner of your curvy body, internally suffering from having such a hot girlfriend and having other people see you the same way he did.

"of course I like it" he approached you with slow steps, his gaze showed annoyance."that's why you can't go out dressed like that, I can't allow anyone else to see you." you laughed at his absurd words, you let him approach you and hold you by the waist.

"well, what a shame because i'm not going to change, baby." you rested your hands on his shoulders.

"listen to me, when we return to australia you can dress like this and any way you want, but not here. here men are a thousand times worse, they are fucking perverts and you know it" his grip on your waist tightened along with his harsh words. "If you come out dressed like that here i'll have to punch every damn guy who gets too close to you." those crude words awakened something inside you. you secretly loved seeing jaeyun jealous and being possessive, so you wouldn't waste the opportunity to push him to his limit.

(***)

the loud music of the club and the low lights around you gave you the perfect mood that you wanted to spend your last night there. after a few drinks with your friends you got into the crowd and you moved your body to the rhythm of the music sensually knowing that everyone's eyes were on you and you loved that attention.

“hey, y/n” you gave your attention to your friend next to you who pointed her head at someone behind you with a confused look. you turned in your place and a guy close to your age had approached you with a glass in his hand, smiling charismatically at you in search of your attention.

"what's your name, beautiful?" he approached you from behind and spoke in your ear, his deep voice was attractive. you turned and looked him in the eyes.

"i'm y/n, my pleasure" you smiled at him, you didn't even ask him his name because you weren't really interested. you knew this was the moment you had been waiting for all night. you just wanted your boyfriend, who without seeing him you knew was with his friends a few meters away from you, to notice the situation. you wanted to tease him.

"pretty name" the guy was shameless. his eyes were on your breasts and one of his hands had rested on your lower back almost above your butt. it was really quite annoying and unpleasant, but you could bear it if it meant having the expected reaction from jaeyun. “do you want to go somewhere quieter, y/n?”

"a quieter place? what do you have in mind?" you removed the unpleasant feeling it caused you from your mind and asked, showing interest. the unknown guy smiled at you cockily and approached you to talk to you, but he never managed to. you felt an arm hugging your waist and your back crashing hard against the chest of the person behind you. your heart raced and you swallowed hard. you knew who was the owner of that possessive grip.

"do you think you'd take my girlfriend somewhere?" you were surprised by his calm but mocking tone of voice. you knew from the other guy's look that he wasn't someone who liked trouble and he quickly backed away.

"oh man, i'm sorry, i thought she was alone." he apologized but noticed that jaeyun was no longer paying attention to him since his dark gaze was fixed on you after having stood in front of you, so he took advantage of the situation and ran away from you.

"that's all?" you asked to your boyfriend. he didn't make a face, he just stared at you, grabbed your arm and pulled you close to his body, standing at the level of your ear.

"poor guy, it's not his fault that my girlfriend likes to provoke me like the whore she is deep down." he spoke over the music and from his tone you could tell he was angry. very angry. "i told you not to go out dressed like that and not only did you do it, but you also teasing me. are you getting what you were looking for?" he walked away from you and looked down at your lips, noticing the small smile you were trying to hide. "we're leaving, now." he practically dragged you all the way to the exit, completely ignoring the screams and looks that your friends gave you, who didn't understand what had happened and why you were leaving the place so quickly.

(***)

the entire way back to where you were staying was silent and tense. it didn't mean that jaeyun hadn't been a gentleman, opening every door for you and holding your hand gently although then he was going to drag you next to him until you were both in the bedroom. jaeyun was taking off his shirt when you, standing by the door taking off your shoes, began to laugh quietly attracting his attention. he knew that you were laughing at the current situation and you knew that he would not stay silent, so you looked him in the eyes while you continued laughing. that was the last straw, making him approach you and trapping you in his arms leaning your body on the furniture that was next to the door.

"you're having a lot of fun teasing me, right?" his tone of voice was cold, giving you chills.

"a little, yeah" you shrugged, already feeling excitement bubbling in your chest and stomach as jaeyun leaned over you, resting his hands on the wall behind you. you of course were happy with what you had achieved, completely ignoring that it stressed your boyfriend out, even though deep down he enjoyed it.

"let's see how long the fun lasts for you then" with one of his hands he moved some of the decorations that were on the furniture behind your back, leaving the space free, then he brought his hands to your butt and effortlessly lifted your body, sitting you on the furniture. "because you always laugh a lot after pushing me to my limit, but then you can't stand it" a small arrogant smile began to grow on his face as his hands move down your now bare legs because the dress had bunched up at your waist. he dug his fingers into your thighs and he moved closer to you. "I hope to hear you keep laughing" your breath hitched in your throat when one of his hands grabbed the back of your neck and crashed his lips to yours hard, tangling his fingers in your soft hair. you gasped when his teeth wrapped around your bottom lip, pulling on it and almost hurting you. “you really like everyone's attention on you, right?” but you like male attention more because deep down you're just a little slut who likes to make me angry." his words were harsh but you adored him, it turned you on so much that he mistreated you so you couldn't wipe the small smile off your face. you let out a whimper when he lightly tugged on your hair, forcing you to look him in the eyes. "well, i hope my full attention is enough for you." his lips went to your neck where he left gentle kisses, and then bit that spot he had kissed and sucked on your skin making you moan. your hands pressed against his bare chest and he released his grip on the back of your neck, holding your hands and moving them away from him, you moaned in protest and jaeyun moved his face away from your neck, looking at you mockingly. “don’t complain” he warned.

"but I want to touch you" he completely ignored you, stepping back a little in his place. having him in front of you was exciting, seeing him with his naked torso standing firm between your legs that were hanging from the furniture, his look was serious and his lips were somewhat red and swollen while his hair was slightly disheveled. he was so attractive that you felt the wetness between your legs increase and almost drip onto the furniture.

"you'll keep that damn slutty dress on and i'll fuck you right here until you forget your own name, okay? you'll cum on my cock even if you don't deserve it." along with those words, he brought his hands to your knees, forcing you to open your legs more and pressing his body against yours, rubbing the hard bulge of his pants against your soaked underwear. his hands went up your thighs again, caressing them and stopped at your underwear.

"yes, quickly, please" the words came rushing out of your mouth as you grabbed one of his hands, bringing it to your pussy. he let himself be guided by you and touched your pussy over your underwear.

"you're so wet, I see you're more than ready" his eyebrow arched slightly. "does this turn you on that much? damn-"

“a lot” you admitted. he removed his hand from your pussy and you moaned in frustration.

"stop complaining like a bitch and take what I give you even if you don't deserve it." with both hands he pulled on your underwear and you heard the sound of the fabric tearing, leaving your soaked pussy free. “do you want me to fuck you hard?” he said against your lips.

"yes, please do it" you tried to kiss him but he pulled away. "please" you repeated, you were deeply frustrated but you knew you couldn't complain because you had brought it on yourself.

"are you begging now? what happened to that arrogant attitude from earlier? i'm barely touching you." with his hand returning to your pussy, he caressed that spot superficially and you squirmed in place. "should I fuck you now or make you beg more?"

"i'll beg you all you want, but please fuck me right now" you whimpered without a trace of shame, moving your hips against his fingers. he let out a laugh and placed a peck on your lips. you moved your hands to his pants and unbuttoned them with desperate hands, you pulled them down a little along with his underwear and held his hard and pulsing cock with your hand, pumping him quickly. "please jaeyun, i need y-" he grabbed your hand, forcing you to let go of his cock and sighed softly.

"such a slut, shut up" he growled. with his own hand he held his cock and lined it up at your entrance, entering you in one thrust and stretching your walls in the most pleasant way. you choked out a scream and grabbed his arms for stability. "wrap me" his hands squeezed your thighs and you wrapped your legs around his hips making him sink deeper into you and hit that sweet spot inside you that made you roll your eyes. your mouth opened letting out moans when he hit inside you harshly, squeezing your waist with his hands, your walls pressing on his hard cock. you began to feel little by little how your orgasm was forming inside you and going down your legs that were pressed against his sides. "does it feel good?" his breathing was labored, he scoffed as you mumbled meaningless words and leaned your head against the wall behind you. he brought his hand to the back of your neck and again grabbed a fistful of your hair, pressing your forehead to his. "answer me"

"yes, yes, jaeyun, it feels so good" you moaned. his pace didn't slow down and he brought his other hand between your bodies, rubbing your clit harshly bringing you to the edge "i want to cum, let me do it" he ignored you completely and kissed you hard with his tongue entering your mouth and kissing you disastrously. your legs began to tremble and he knew you were about to cum so he stopped his movements and removed his hand away from your pussy. “you said you would let me cum” you separated your lips from his and your eyes filled with tears at the rush of your pleasure. he placed a short kiss on your lips while breathing heavily and looked into your red, tear-filled eyes. without warning he quickly entered you again and you let go of more meaningless words mixed with torturous moans.

"do you want to cum?" he watched your entire weak body shake because of his thrusts and that made him want to increase the pace even more.

"i need it" you nodded many times watching his dark eyes stare at you.

"but you don't deserve it" he bit his lower lip, holding back his own moans that wanted to leave his body.

"I promise I will never make you angry again, please let me cum." you begged him, squeezing his biceps in your hands, digging your nails in his skin. those words were empty and lacking in sincerity, you both knew it perfectly, but inevitably jaeyun felt satisfied after hearing you begging and then nodded.

"fine, you can cum" then he started to fuck you even harder and you closed your eyes tightly letting the tears of pleasure slide down your cheeks. "i'm the only one who can fuck you like this, not any damn guy that tries to take you to his bed, you understand? you'll never find anyone who knows your body like I do, darling."

"I w-would never go with a-another guy" you tried with everything to open your eyes but it was impossible. "I'm cumming" you said. his lips let out a loud moan when you painted his cock with your fluids and after that you felt his cock tremble and cum in your hole filling you up. he continued rocking his hips into you, riding out his high until he stopped completely. you opened your eyes heavily and noticed that he now had his eyes closed and that a thin layer of sweat was glistening on his face, his breathing was irregular and the grip on your waist had loosened.

"you drive me crazy, in so many ways" he murmured after sighing heavily, still with his eyes closed. you let out a laugh and then hugged him by the shoulders and caressed his back, making him relax into your touch.

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[scara-meow-che]

Dainsleif's dick being infused with abyss energy(?) like his arm-

Like yea Tartaglia's last form's dick, yeah Ito's oni dick, yeah zhongli's dragoon dick,but what of Dain???? That shit must be magical 😩

⦿ 𝗡𝗢𝗪 𝗟𝗜𝗩𝗘 ┃ eyes up here princess with dainsleif

CW. NSFW (MDNI), big dick! dain, fem! reader, use of words (princess), established relationship, teasing, first-time sex, implied oral, sex w/out penetration (thigh job and dick job? is that even a thing? idk, just read it to find out), dirty talk, magical dick (i am NOT sorry), mention of abyss princess lumine

AN. the new archon quest 🧍🏻‍♀️ it felt like a fever dream and it's a whole ass year again before we get to see this man so i am making it my mission to let him and his abyss-energy-fused dick live in my mind rent-free. also, if the anon that sent me this is still here to witness me posting this, hello :D this took me by surprise bcs i planned it to be short but here we are ig

it wasn't every day that you get dain's attention all to yourself.

you would often see him somewhere, busy, as always. sometimes, you would find yourself conversing with a few locals when dain tries to do things on his own as he would reason out that it's for your own safety. or you'd be up and about some part of the region searching for the abyss princess as to what he currently puts as his top priority.

these repeating turn of events would, most of the time, make you question whether you really matter to him seeing as he's always invested in things unrelated to you or what interests you. you don't ask too much from him but sometimes, a little attention would be nice, or have him answer all the questions that run inside your head.

yet, when dain would see that familiar expression painting your face as you make your bed for the night, he would put everything on hold and indulge more in what you'd request. he does make up for you, well, you have no complaints when he does because he'd always be there in a heartbeat for every beck and call.

hence why you're laid out on your bed, legs spread out with him toying with your already sore clit.

the idea of having sex had never once danced in between each conversation you'd have with dain. you'd rather spend the time to catch up on each other's day and sort out a route to where you both want to go next. it never fazed you when some people asked how your relationship with dain is going, not even bothered when some old women from liyue dramatically gasped as you've never been that intimate with your lover.

as the tension builds up throughout the months of overhearing people gossiping about their partners or be the victim of a drunk local telling you the tale of their sexual escapades, it draws out some images in your head. would dain be like the same as those oni's you've heard about? or have an impressive length similar to this one tale about a dragon lord? heck, would he have a dick that grows unrealistically big just like with the harbinger that you've heard about?

but who fucking cares anyway? you're about to get the real deal right now.

"what a curious mind you have there, princess." dain mindlessly mused as he press soft kisses along your thighs, leaving you breathless as he presses himself closer to your aching core. you can feel the heat from the big hard tent on his pants as he rubs himself to the dampness of your cunt. "i thought that eating you out could already satiate your pretty little head but you still want... what? what is it that you want from me again?"

he taunts, amused when he hears a cry from your disheveled form. "ah, didn't i say to tell me if you want something?"

"but it's embarrassing to say it!" you can't even fully reason out how humiliating it is for you to casually ask him that you want to see his dick as you let out another moan when he lightly thrusts his clothed cock on your core. he doesn't even let up, continuing his cruel pace in rubbing his aching dick on your already sensitive clit.

"p-please! i just, a-ah, want to see your d-dick!"

"say what again, princess?"

having enough of his teasing, you went to give your best in bending your body just to reach the big tent on his pants. "i want to see your dick dain and... i want you to fuck me, please."

you can feel a rush of heat all over your skin, your eyes quickly darting to the side to avoid dain's amused pair. a chuckle was all you heard before you felt his hands gently laying you down back to bed. in response to his pleased titter, you scoffed and gave him a quick glare.

"i'm sorry but you're just irresistible when you're so honest with me." he paused as he takes a sharp intake of air when he pulls out his leaking cock from the confines of his pants.

your eyes widen at the sight. no, it's not because he's as big as what you heard like the one of an oni or he has that delicious curve like that of the dragon cock but it's because the hue is unlike any other, the dark blue pulses as beads of white litters on the tip. fuck, when dain gave his dick a quick stroke, you can see how it grew a bit larger in his palm.

you drool just by imagining how it would feel inside of you.

"eyes up here, princess." he gave your thighs a light smack, pulling your attention back up before you felt the cockhead rubbing so gingerly on your little nub, smearing your cum on your lower lips.

"you're so eager for me, huh?" he can feel you trembling the more he pays attention to your aching core, gliding the head back and forth your lower lips, enough to push the head inside your hole but easy for him to just pull right back out. he's testing out the waters, waiting for more of your reactions and he could only see you enjoying yourself being please with the tip of his dick.

"just look at you, so wet and ready for me." and you are, feeling your arousal pool and spill right out of your needy hole while dain keeps making a mess out of it. your hips desperately buck right up, chasing for the head but he kept you pinned down on the soft mattress as he continues teasing you.

"dain, please, want to feel more of you." your hand went to grab his arms, giving it a light squeeze that you knew would get him to listen to you.

but it did the complete opposite.

"didn't you say that you want to see my dick?"

before you could argue back, dain had gently straightened both your legs upward, his strong arms locking you in place before pushing the dark blue cockhead in between your thighs. "been wanting to do this for so long," he uttered with a low groan, his body shivering when he thrusts his cock in the middle of your soft flesh, the rushed and hasty movements of the head prods at your clit. "you look so pretty like this, just letting me use you."

you gasped for air when he purposely prods at your puckering hole, angling his abyss-energy-fused cock to dive in and out of your thighs. your eyes caught a glimpse of how each streak of white glow, the nerves pulsing as he ruts himself so needily on you.

"so keep your pretty eyes on me and maybe, if you managed to do so, i might just give you what you want."

and you did, you desperately tried your best to keep looking at dain and just watching how he use your thighs to get off. it was a rare sight to see dain lose himself, tottering over the warmth and softness that covers his dick.

at first, he was scared that he might scare you off, thinking how unusual his cock looks. compared to what he thought you'd prefer to see in between your legs, about to rail the innocence out of you, his was far off the scales.

but when he saw your eyes almost sparkled when he pulled out his dick, hands so damn eager to touch him, and both your lips spilling out how much you want more of him just sends him over the edge. his pace quickened the more he stares at your needy form, enjoying the way your eyes fluttered close whenever he brushed against your hole before proceeding in sliding his cock back on your thighs.

"i'm so close, fuck, you feel so good 'round me like this, princess." and fuck, yes, you can feel more of his pre-cum ooze around the head and coats more of your already slick skin. it felt so dirty, so filthy to watch him fuck himself with your thighs and you felt dirtier when you were enjoying how his large dick, fused with the same abyss energy as his arm, slides back and forth your thighs.

"cum for me please," you whispered, urging your lover to release his load on your skin. within seconds, dain stopped his thrusts as he buried his cock between your legs, pressing it tighter as he shoots his load on your flesh, slowly having the thick globs of his cum drip down on your core.

while dain goes to steady his breathing, you went to open up your legs to see how much cum had covered your body, the scent of sex causing your head to fizzle out that you had nothing in your mind but the need to see his dick filling you up.

dainsleif was shocked when you went to reach out for his cock, the keenness in your eyes captivating as you focused on his dick.

"wanna see how it looks as you fuck me." your request came like a cry, a whimper of desperation. and you can feel the way dain's dick twitched on your hand.

you're going to be the death of him.

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#⇲ full-streams #nsfw.txt #genshin impact smut #genshin smut #dainsleif smut #dainsleif x reader smut #the archon quest PLEASE #i am 🧍🏻‍♀️ #man pls stay still for once 😤

[gabigabigabby]

heyy i just read ur gavi x messi!reader and its truly amazing and was wondering if you could maybe write jude/gavi x neymar's daughter!reader? btw you dont have to write it just thought it would be a cute idea <33 hope ur having a great day/night!!

neymar's daughter | j. bellingham

jude bellingham x neymar!reader

a/n: love this idea, thanks for the request anon! my requests are open y'all so go send some rn! actually had some friends of mine pick between jude or pabs for this one and they chose jude so here we are! enjoy 🩷

synopsis: neymar flies to germany to meet jude... and you're caught up in between

content/warnings: yes dortmund still lose their bundesliga title in this, starstruck!jude, over-excited!jude, portuguese dialogue, lmk if i missed out anything (:

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"oi, meu querida," the voicemail from your dad begins to play. "acabei de pousar em dortmund. mal posso esperar pra vê-lo hoje à noite! te amo sempre." [hey, my darling. i just landed in dortmund. cannot wait to see you tonight! love you always.]

today is dortmund's last game and neymar had been injured since february. it was him who came up with the idea to fly to dortmund to finally meet this boyfriend you haven't stopped gushing about since the world cup.

you haven't told jude that neymar is coming, let alone being your plus-one for today. you didn't want to distract him from the title race. if you told him right now, you know he'd feel really pressured; you know, with your dad being the prince of football.

eventually, you stopped thinking about it, and the evening came in the blink of an eye. you were sat at the vip box with your dad. wearing jude's shirt, you hear all the fans who sat nearby the box. some were waving at neymar and he waved back, some were waving at you and you did the same.

"estou tão feliz que você está realmente aqui!" you turn to your dad. [i'm so glad that you're actually here!]

"eu também. linda cidade." neymar smiles, pulling your hand in his. [me too. beautiful city.]

"estou muito animada pra você conhecê-lo." [i'm very excited for you to meet him.]

"ah, bellingham," neymar nods slowly; something he usually does when he's unsure about something. "espero que ele tenha sido nada além de encantador pra você." [ah, bellingham. i hope he's been nothing but delightful to you.]

you giggle softly. "confia em mim, pai. nada além de incrível." [trust me, dad. nothing but amazing.]

the game began, and jude had a brilliant first half. dortmund was dominating and you're proud to say your boyfriend had been of great help. by the time the whistle had been blown to signify the conclusion of the game, whatever help that jude had rendered to the team was deemed meaningless. bayern had won the bundesliga title and there is nothing anybody can do about it.

"papai, você pode esperar aqui?" you kindly ask your dad for a little bit of time. "deixe-me pegar jude pra se refrescar." [dad, can you wait here? let me get jude to freshen up.]

"vai, vai. eu esperarei aqui." neymar nods, understanding where you are coming from as he watches you run towards the pitch. [go. go. i'll wait here.]

family and friends were finally given the leeway to invade the pitch and console the guys. you immediately make your way to jude, who had squatted before the goalpost, sobbing in his hands. your hands find themselves on jude's shoulders, to which he immediately shrugs off.

"stop touching me, fuck off!" jude yells through his tears.

"jb, it's me! it's me." you reassure him as you take his face in your hands, forcing him to look at you. jude's face softens at the sight of you, more tears starting to drip off his face.

"sorry, i thought you were gio or something." jude mumbles, but you didn't fully hear what he said because you had pulled him into your shoulders, allowing him to cry freely. you let jude's tears soak your dortmund jersey. all jude wants is your presence. your presence takes the edge off his shoulders. to jude, you take the pain away just by existing.

"nothing to apologize about, jb," you whisper in his ear. "i have a surprise for you. there's somebody who is very excited to meet you for the first time."

jude lifts his head off your shoulder. "who is it?"

you giggle. "wouldn't be a surprise if i told you, would it?"

"babe, you know i hate surprises-" jude tries to argue.

"you're gonna love this one, trust me!" you reject, holding his hand in yours. defeated, jude could only just trail after you as you move towards the vip box. you let jude climb up the stairs leading to the box first.

"papai, meet jude," you shout out within neymar's earshot. "jude, this is neymar jr." neymar lifts his head upward to meet jude's eyes.

"hello, jude. i'm-"

"neymar," jude finishes your dad's sentence. "neymar is here."

"surprise," you smile, watching a starstruck jude stare at ney. when your dad starts to feel uncomfortable being stared at for a long period of time, you finally try to swerve jude from staring at neymar any longer. "let's walk, shall we?"

"i'm sorry for your loss today, jude." neymar sends his condolences.

"i'm sorry too. i hope you don't think i'm shit." jude grits his teeth in embarrassment.

"não, absolutely not. i know how good of a player you are. you did very good at the world cup." neymar nods.

"you knew about me then?" jude's starstruck tone appears once again.

"i watched the game, my friend. muito bem." neymar chuckles. [very good.]

jude slowly turns to face you and freaks out in silence. "he watched the games!" he silently screams. you attempt to match his energy, trying to replicate the expression on his face before he resumes his conversation with neymar.

the rest of the day was history. it was in the pages of your history books and definitely the first page of jude's. neymar flies back to paris the next day, and he had convinced you and jude to follow along.

"flying to paris tomorrow in neymar jr's jet," jude thinks out loud. "what a life."

"it's just a plane, jude-"

"no, it's not just a plane, my love. it's your dad's plane. i'm gonna be sitting in neymar's jet." needless to say, jude doesn't give a shit about losing the bundesliga title anymore now.

#jude bellingham #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham x black reader #jude bellingham x you #jude bellingham x y/n #borussia dortmund #football #football x reader #football x y/n #football x you #neymar #neymar's daughter

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

Older Eddie Chronicles.

older eddie who cant handle when reader says she wants his kids his mind is blown

older eddie getting protective of reader around her ex.

BTW I posted this yesterday but accidentally deleted it today when I was replying back to a reblog and fixing some grammar mistakes. Yes I am a dumbass 😳

Requests are anon and I'm combining the two for this fic. Reader is In her late 20's while Eddie is 39.

Warnings: Hints of smut so minors dni, 18+, fluff, Eddie is smitten, hints of a breeding kink, protective Eddie.

Don't copy, reuse, repost or translate my work.

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For months you and Eddie had been seeing each other. It was the best relationship you've ever had.

He's older than you, mature and sexy as hell, you couldn't get enough of him.

Eddie seduced you one night when you met a bar and you had been together ever since.

You were nursing a drink to yourself while trying to avoid a particularly persistent guy when Eddie joined you.

With his leather jacket, the tattoos, shaggy brown hair pulled into a man bun and those big brown eyes, you were instantly attracted to him.

The two of you had fell for each other hard.

Eddie was suprised how madly in love he fell for you, usually he wasn't like this but something clicked in his mind the moment he met you.

It was like you were the one who he had been waiting for all his life. Cheesy as fuck he knew that but it was true. His cynical views had been turned upside down by you.

You were rested in Eddie's arms content to just cuddle with your man while you watched a movie.

There was the sweetest kid in the movie and you couldn't help but let out a tiny aww at how adorable she was.

Eddie chuckles and presses a kiss to your hair and you peer up at him curiously.

"Do you ever think about having a few little Eddie Munson's running around?" you ask him and he shrugs.

"Sometimes" You bite your lip shyly knowing you've fantasised about having kids with Eddie a fair few times.

"What if I told you I wanted your kids?" Eddie gawks at you. He is silent for a full minute, speechless.Then he answers you and there's a vulnerability to his voice.

"You mean that princess? My old man wasn't the best father. I know I'd do better than he ever did for me but it fucking scares me at the same time"

"You'd be an amazing daddy, so creative and protective. The sweetest, best dad in the world. You're an amazing man Eddie Munson. I love you so much and I know you would rock being a dad"

His expression softens and he kisses you slowly, savouring the moment.

"I love you so much sweetheart, thank you for always believing in me" There's a few moments of happy silence as you just cuddle with him until a thought makes you giggle.

"You'd totally be a girl dad. Can just see you with two little girls who have you wrapped around their little finger" Eddie smirks at this and hums.

"Mmm just like their mama then" he grins and it makes you feel all warm and happy inside.

"So in the future? You would want that?" you ask him excited and he nods as his fingers interlace with his.

"Fuck, I'd love to see you pregnant with our child. If you don't stop talking about it princess then I may have to fuck you right now, make sure I fill you up to the brim with my cum. I'm so fucking tempted"

Flustered you can't help but like that idea very much.

"Eddie Munson do you have a breeding kink?" you tease.

"Not until I met you" He replies honestly and you hide your beaming face in his shoulder feeling giddy.

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Eddie had taken you out to your favourite restaurant as a suprise. He was in a very touchy feely, romantic mood and could barely keep his hands off you.

"Wait until I get you home. Gonna fuck you so hard that you won't be able to sit for weeks" he whispers into your ear and you shiver with anticipation.

"I'm gonna go freshen up. Think you can last without me for a few minutes Ed's?" you joke and he responds by kissing you until you're breathless and squirming with need.

You're in a rush to get back so you don't notice your ex at the bar until he's in front of you with a smirk on his face.

"Well look who it is" seeing him again makes you clam up instantly. Brad was a rude, egocentric and emotionally abusive asshole, you were together for only a few months but that was enough as far as you were concerned.

The effect he had on your mental health was awful and you were still dealing with the aftermath even now.

"Do you mind. I have to get back to my boyfriend?" you plan to ignore him and attempt to walk straight past him but he grabs your arm a little too tight.

"What's the rush? Tell me about this boyfriend. Does he even exist?" Brad's smug face falters completely as Eddie walks over.

Eddie can look intimidating to people but you know he's a big softie. Well... at least with you he was.

"Who the fuck are you and why are you touching my girl like that?" his eyes are flashing with fury, voice full of venom.

Brad slinks back turning player by the minute as he takes in Eddie. He looks like he might wet himself.

"Well?" Eddie barks and Brad backs away even further and you hide your smile as you cuddle into Eddie.

"That's Brad" You tell him and his jaw tenses as he eyes Brad up and down with a look of utter loathing.

"You're the asshole my girl told me about? Boy have I fantasised about running into you dude" Eddie's voice turns low and menacing and Brad gulps.

"You know what I was just leaving" he stammers out and Eddie smirks.

"You do that and if I see you near her again, you upset her in any way then me and you will have a problem? You got that douchebag?" Brad nods and rushes away before Eddie can say anything else.

"That was kinda hot. I like when you're protective" You grin and he kisses your forehead.

"No one hurts my princess, come on let's get out of here. I'm craving dessert" your body tingles at the possibilities he has in store for you tonight.

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#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson imagine #eddie smut #eddie x reader smut #eddie munson angst

[zoeykallus]

Hi there! I was the anon who asked for the figure skating headcanons ashile back, which I loved btw they were so sweet, the content was immaculate as per usual 💖💕 I saw your post about Tech and it gave me this idea for a one-shot with him that I think would be really cute (if you're willing of course) where the reader notices he has a bad habit of getting too focused on his work so he hasn't eaten in a while so reader makes him lunch and then feeds him and it becomes a little thing for them that Tech starts to really looks forward to and I just wanna take care of him 😭💕

Aloha!

This is indeed a cute idea, and I'm sure Tech is exactly like that, getting hyperfocused with work and neglecting himself and everything else. Let's help that poor guy out...

Tech x Reader One-Shot - Loving Care

Mostly Fluff

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Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)

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>Masterlist<

When you enter the machine room, Tech is lying among tools and machine parts. His helmet rests on the floor next to a toolbox. There is a smear of grease on his face, his expression focused, almost dogged. You watch them for a little while, he hasn't noticed you yet. He's been busy with repairs again for hours. Wrecker had to take the helm on the last mission, and some pretty rough maneuvering and a few enemy encounters had blown a system or two. Tech was determined to fix everything as quickly as possible. You hear him sighing over and over, screwing and soldering away at open circuits, but Tech doesn't seem to be making much progress, he looks dissatisfied. He mumbles softly to himself, "I know it's irrational, but I feel like this machine is mocking me" "You're doing it again," you say gently. He blinks in surprise, looks up and adjusts his goggles with two fingers. "Hello dear. What am I doing again?" You smile, sit down on the floor next to him and say, "Working too much. You forget everything around you, eating and drinking too." You hand him the water bottle you brought him.

"Have a drink." "Oh, thanks, I'm really thirsty," Tech says, accepting the bottle. "I'm not surprised." He drinks almost half the bottle before handing it back to you. He sits up, pulls out a circuit board and continues working while sitting down. He doesn't even notice the plate you brought. "Open your mouth" "Wha- hmmnpf" You shove the sandwich you made him into his mouth, with all his favorite ingredients, the edges cut off. "Take a bite," you say, demanding. Tech does as he's told. Laughing softly, you say, "Now chew, darling." He blinks, but starts chewing and as if on cue, his stomach growls. He enjoys the bite, you can tell. "Thank you, that's very thoughtful," he says as he swallows the bite. You let him keep taking bites of the sandwich as he continues to work until it's gone. Then you slide some fruit after it, all fresh and finely sliced, peeled just the way he likes it. "Vitamins, when you work that hard, you have to feed your body accordingly" Tech smiles, his shy little smile and says, "I have to agree with you on that one"

In the coming days, you do the same thing over and over again. Make him food, feed him, make sure he drinks enough. Wrecker, who witnesses this, looks at you pouting. "Where's my sandwich? I need someone to feed me too." You laugh and push a plate into his hand. "Here, I made you one too" Wrecker beams, thanks you with a grin, and retreats back to his bunk with the plate. One night you're running later than usual. Tech is in the middle of work, but he senses immediately that something is different. Hunger and thirst finally make themselves known, and he automatically looks up to see where you are. Frowning, he climbs out from between the machines and is about to go check when you enter the machine room. He smiles with relief when he sees you with lunch and a water bottle. "There you are," he says with relief. You laugh softly and say, "You've obviously gotten used to my caring already." Tech sits back down to his work and says, "I hope you don't mind" "Not at all, I like taking care of you" Tech smirks with satisfaction, "And I enjoy it to the fullest"

While you're feeding him, he suddenly looks up and gives you a searching look. "Am I taking care of you enough?" he asks suddenly, frowning uncertainly, "I don't want this to be one-sided or for you to feel neglected." You look at him, puzzled at first, but then you smile. You ask him, "Who brings me my caf in the morning?" "Um, that's me," he says directly. "Who fluffs my pillow every night before I lie down". "That's me too" Slowly, a smile appears on his face. "Who takes care of me when I'm hurt or sick". "Me of course" "Who helps me with the groceries" "Mostly me, but sometimes Wrecker". You laugh softly. "But you understand what I'm getting at, don't you?" you ask, amused. Tech nods, kisses your cheek and says with a relieved contented sigh, "We make a good team, don't we?" "We really do"

#star wars #tbb #the bad batch #clone force 99 #sw tbb #tech #tbb tech #bad batch tech #tech x reader #clone trooper tech x reader #tbb tech x reader #tech tbb #tech x you #the bad batch tech #tech bad batch #clone trooper tech #tech the bad batch #the bad batch fanfiction #tech fanfiction

[faulty-writes]

Oh oh I’ve got one! Vash Stampede flirting/dating a shy reader headcannons ♥️ please and thank you (sorry had to resend bc I was afraid my asks wasn’t sent)

It's cool dear anon. I'm so excited, my very first Trigun Stampede request! Please let me know how I did, I adore Stampede Vash but I absolutely love the Vash from the 1998 TV series. Not to say the Vash from Stampede isn't loveable, he's downright adorable. But I don't know, right now I'm a sucker for 98' Vash. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy this request and please don't hesitate to request more if you happen to like it <3

"Come on needle noggin!" Wolfwood snapped after punching Vash in the head. "Just go over there and say hello! It's not like your dumbass hasn't talked to worse. You've stared at them enough to make a point!" While Vash didn't necessarily agree with Wolfwood, it was true that he had fixated on you recently.

"H-hi there!" were the first words he had spoken to you after casually walking up to the counter of the saloon you worked in. You remember how bright and friendly his smile was but how you stepped back out of instinct. "Oh, shy, right? S-sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you! Heh, heh," he awkwardly waddled back to his seat knowing the last thing he needed to cause was trouble for you.

His second attempt started with "Hi there, heh…just thought I'd try to talk to you again." He chuckled as he laid his hands on the counter. "I heard your name is Y/n," he smiled sheepishly, "what a pretty name." Maybe all you needed was a compliment to make you smile, he'd sure love to see that.

"I don't know, I mean they seem pretty shy. I wouldn't want to push them out of their comfort zone, you know? That's kind of not nice," he said, politely turning down Wolfwood's idea to ask you out. "Pff, suit yourself," he mumbled in reply, "but wait too long and someone else is going to snatch them up and you won't like that."

"Hey…it's me again," he said on a quiet night when the saloon was empty of customers. "Sorry if I've been bothering you lately, I know you're kind of shy but…" he chuckled and rubbed the back of his head. "I'd be interested in…well t-talking to you, heh. I'm willing to listen to anything you'd like to talk about!" Everyone deserved that, right? And since you were busy dealing with customers all day, he was sure you had a lot to say.

You didn't realize his flirting attempts were flirting attempts at all because well, they didn't exactly make sense. "You know…I really admire the way you fill the glasses up," he chuckled. "You're always so careful to make sure the foam doesn't spill over the top," he smiled at you, hoping you'd say something in return, but you just thought his words were as strange as he was.

After a while, you grew accustomed to his warm smile and gentle voice so much that you looked forward to his visits. You also started to get to know his friends, who seemed a bit on edge but friendly. Vash noticed this slight increase in confidence and couldn't be happier for you.

His idea of asking you out was to suggest something quiet to do together to make you feel safe and comfortable. Of course, you never imagined it would end with the two of you staring at the five moons that hovered in the sky.

It surprised you that Vash always leaned close when you spoke and maintained eye contact. Of course, you weren't used to having someone's full attention. But it was still comforting to know that he was always interested in what you were doing or saying.

"Oh, heh sorry! I d-didn't mean to, really um..." The first time the two of you had fallen asleep together, you woke up to Vash's arms securely wrapped around you as if he were afraid that you'd get up and leave in the middle of the night. Of course, after hearing a few things about his past it was understandable why he felt so scared to lose you.

"Sorry…I guess I couldn't help myself, heh…" His face was completely flustered after he kissed you, as was yours. "I…understand if you don't feel the same way, not many people would want to be with…Vash the Stampede. Heh, the Humanoid Typhoon." He nervously chuckled before asking, "S-so…how do you feel?"

"What?!" Meryl snapped, grabbing your shoulders. "I'm happy for you but are you sure this is what you really want?" she asked. "Why don't you let them make their own mistakes, little miss?" Wolfwood said, stepping between you two. "If they want to date needle noggin, then that's on them…" Although he knew that if Vash messed up, he'd receive a beating.

"Ta-da!" Vash exclaimed as he uncovered your eyes to reveal the ruined city of July leaving you in shock. Why would he insist the two of you come here? "I know it's a little weird, but I thought I'd bring you here for our date because..." he reached over to hold your hand. "I think it's about time this place had good memories again."

He always stuck to his belief in protecting something more than anything else in this world: you. This meant he'd step in front of you whenever suspicious characters were around, or people looked at you the wrong way. Blocking their view of you and being ready for action if the situation escalated was something he was all too willing to do.

#vash x you #vash x reader #vash the stampede x reader #trigun x reader #trigun x you #faulty writes: trigun: 24 #faulty writes: trigun: headcanons: 24 #faulty writes: vash: 24 #faulty writes: vash: headcanons: 24

[sihtricfedaraaahvicius]

Hey i really love your fics. I was wondering if you could write(if you'd have time,of course) Sihtric x reader where she gets transported back in time from 2023 into 9th century, I was thinking season 3. Anyway, so Sihtric could meet reader in the middle of a forest, and he will be live really surprised by her appearance, like mini skirt and a blouse,or short dress, and he gets instantly smitten with her. And she thinks that he is some sort of cosplayer,but she soon realizes that she travelled back in time. So,they get together on his horse and meet with Uhtred and the rest of the boys and go back to Coocham. She gets a place to stay and helps Gisela. I don't know how it goes from there,you could make it whatever you want. Thanks im advance,could you do it like longer and include some smut. Thanks a lot. Have a good day. (Also,have I mentioned that you're my favourite writer here?) Bye.

Warnings: a little suggestive, not much.

Pairing: Sihtric x modern!you (f)

Summary: see request!

Word count: 3k

Note: first of all; OH MY GOD thank you, yes! I am thrilled to write this. I did make some slight changes to your request as I know fics with this theme have been written already, and I don't want to accidentally write something that's nearly the same. So, you requested a longer fic, and this is part 1. Part 2 will be up soon, and that's not the end of it as I am having a lot of fun with this one. And I am your favourite writer? Stop it! Thank you, dear anon. I hope you enjoy this part.

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 'You know of Kjartan?'

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You don't remember how you ended up here, or why, all you know is that you woke up with a killer headache in the woods. It seemed like you had spent the night there, as you found yourself waking up, covered, under a pile of crispy leaves. In your Halloween outfit. That's right. You apparently got so drunk at the party that you fell asleep in the woods somewhere on your way home, dressed like a slutty Freddy Krueger, wearing a short, ripped, red and green sweater dress with black fishnet tights underneath and black biker boots. It seemed like you also had been robbed when you were sleeping, as your phone was gone, as were your hat and the bladed glove, which were both part of your outfit. 

You felt rather relieved when you walked into a man, who was also dressed up, while you had tried to find your way out of the woods. Which seemed impossible, because you simply didn't recognise anything, as if you had never been there before.

The man was a little startled when you suddenly ran up to him, asking for help, and it confused you even more that he had looked confused.

'Can you help me?' you had asked, 'I've lost my phone and I seem to be lost too. I have no idea where I am. I was at the party last night, I assume you were too, judging by the outfit,' you gestured at him, 'I just need to use your phone. Maps, you know? So I can figure out where I am.' The man was quiet as he took a bite of his apple. And as you simply waited for him to take out his phone, you took in his appearance. He was handsome. You don't remember seeing him at the party, as you were sure you would remember a pretty boy such as himself. 

He had short, dark hair, shaved on both sides with two small braids which had some beads in it. A tattoo graced one side of his head, starting above his ear and ending onto his neck. You wondered if the tattoo was real, because you thought it looked pretty damn hot, but it could be a jobstopper. He was wearing a thick, black fur cloak, which you were quite jealous of, because you absolutely regretted dressing up the way you did. You were freezing. 

You couldn't really tell what was underneath the cloak, but you couldn't lie, you'd love to find out what he was hiding under there, but all you could see made you assume he just really liked Game of Thrones or something. You could see his shoes and they seemed rather rough. The man was surely dedicated to his outfit.

'You're dressed up as that winter is coming guy, right?' you asked, breaking the awkward silence as the man didn't seem to reach for his phone, or anything else.

'Lady?' the man simply said, confused. You felt slightly spooked as he suddenly spoke.

'The tv show?' you frowned, 'what's his name, ehh, crap. You know, winter is coming or whatever he says? John something… Stark? No, Stark is Iron Man, ehh, you know, right?' you tried and failed. The man looked you up and down, still confused, but you could see he was more or less checking out your bare legs.

'I do not understand, lady,' the man spoke more words now, carefully, and you felt your knees weakening upon hearing his soft, low voice and that sexy accent he carried.

'It's, ah,' you sighed, 'nevermind. I never saw the show either. I just, can I please borrow your phone?'

The man looked at you curiously. Still very confused, but also curious now, and it seemed as if he was thinking really hard about his next words to you.

'No?' he said slowly, not sounding really sure about his own words. But the man simply had no idea what he was saying no to.

'Oh,' you grimaced, 'eh, okay. Can you then at least tell me where we are?'

'Near Coccham, lady,' the man suddenly spoke confidently and a smile appeared on his lips. 

God, he was absolutely adorable, calling you 'lady'? Oh, he could call you 'lady' whenever he wanted. Where did this guy come from? You sure hoped you had a mutual friend, because you were to get this boy's number somehow. And as you were already imagining what he looked liked under that cloak, you barely registered what he had said to you.

'Wait,' you suddenly snapped back to reality, 'where?'

'Coccham, lady,' he took a step closer, 'Wessex.'

'Wessex?' you frowned. Last time you checked the party was in London.

'Are you from Mercia?' the man asked, getting a better look at you as his eyes grew wider with each step he took towards you.

'Mercia?' you shook your head, 'n-no. I'm from London.'

'Lundene?' the pretty boy gasped, and his eyes couldn't possibly get any bigger, 'but Lundene is a dangerous place for a lady like you.'

'Eh,' you chuckled nervously, 'it's… not really? I mean, I grew up there, so, you know?'

'You live there, lady?'

'Yes?'

'Do you work there?'

'Well, duh, yeah.'

'Are- are you a whore?'

'Excuse me?' you scoffed.

'Lord Uhtred says I- I shouldn't fall in love with a whore again. They only want my silver,' the cute boy suddenly rambled, 'and I mean, I-I have silver! I do. Enough, lady. I can… I could buy you pretty things, if you like, and… but, n-not if you are a whore. I shouldn't do that. Not again. Lord Uhtred says you all want the same,' he stopped talking and suddenly looked shy, as he saw your confused and offended look.

Of course, the hot guy was an absolute nerd and probably a fulltime larper, not that there's anything wrong with that, it just wasn't really your cup of tea. You almost rolled your eyes when you suddenly wondered if larpers like to get a little spicy and hot when they wear their outfits. Was he just role playing now? Was this a larper way of hooking up? You became a little interested in playing along, seeing where this was going, and if he would ever break character. Or… if he was lucky and ended up in your bed, you wondered if he would still call you 'lady'?

'And… what is it we want?' you feigned curiosity.

'My silver, lady,' he chuckled lightly.

'Your silver,' you nodded and tried to look serious, 'and this lord…'

'Lord Uhtred,' the man smiled proudly.

'Uhtred. Where is this lord?'

'In Coccham, lady, I can take you there.'

'To meet the lord?'

'If you wish to, yes, lady.'

His offer was a little tempting, you wondered where on earth he would take you if you accepted. To see a lord? Lord who? And where? Was there a little larp camp somewhere in the woods where you'd be put on trial for dressing like… a whore apparently? Or would he take you to some kind of medieval sex dungeon where you could meet his "lord"? You snorted lightly at that last thought.

'Sure, why the hell not,' you blurted out, 'I am cold. I just want to get out of here. Take me to your lord,' you sighed.

'You are cold, lady?' the man looked a little concerned, which you thought was sweet, even if it was just an act, he did it well, and he was really cute.

'Yeah,' you scoffed lightly, 'I slept here apparently. I'm freezing my ass off.'

The man frowned with a smile as he listened to you. Then he unclasped his cloak and took another step closer to offer you the warm fur.

'Take this, my lady, it will warm you.'

'Eh, are you… sure?'

'I insist,' the man smiled. So damn adorable.

'O-okay, thank you,' you smiled as you took his cloak and wrapped it around your shoulders. 

It was heavier than you expected, but it was nice as it was still radiating from the man's body heat, which warmed you instantly.

'Thank you,' you said again, 'what's your name?'

'I am Sihtric, lady, and you?'

Sihtric took your hand as you told him your name, and he pressed a gentle kiss upon the back of your hand, which unexpectedly made you blush.

'So, is Sihtric your real name?'

'Yes, lady,' Sihtric said with a smile, which faded slightly for a moment as it seemed he started to doubt his own name, but his grin quickly reappeared again, 'it's Sihtric, lady,' he nodded confidently.

'So, it's not the character you are dressed as?'

'W- what do you mean?' he asked hesitantly.

'Your name,' you smiled friendly, 'like, on your passport it really says Sihtric?'

'My… pass for… a -a port?,' Sihtric said slowly and shook his head, 'I- I am afraid I do not understand, my lady.'

What a peculiar guy he was. You figured he was probably the typical quiet, shy and polite guy, who would later on completely ravage you with his lord in that sex dungeon you still expected to see.

You smiled at him and told him to forget about it, and just take you somewhere warm. To which his face lit up and he told you that you could ride with him. You gladly accepted and couldn't wait to get into his car. You hoped it was a fancy car, one with heating in the seats, because your legs felt like popsicles now. You followed him and studied his outfit as you glanced over to him a few times. His armour looked good, expensive. You wondered where he got it from. Etsy, maybe? Definitely custom made. The guy must have money. You liked his Mjölnir necklace, the one thing you did recognise, and you told him. Which caused him to blush lightly as he clutched it in his fist, telling you that you must have been sent by the gods.

You felt yourself blush at his words and you had to admit, the medieval way of flirting definitely did something to you. 

You studied his face now that he was closer, and you noticed he had several scars. Your eyes then trailed down to his hands, and you became a little uncomfortable as you saw that not just his face, but also his hands had scars, which looked a little too realistic. You wondered if larpers really went for that many details these days. And then you noticed his rings and the tattoos on his fingers.

'Are those real?' you pointed at the lines on his fingers, to which he nodded with a shy smile.

'Does it mean something?' you asked, genuinely curious.

'Each line is one man I killed during battle.'

'Oh,' you said, not expecting that for an answer, 'and… h-how many have you… killed?' you played along.

Sihtric looked at you and held up both his hands, showing you he had quite an amount of lines tattooed. You gave him a polite smile and looked down at your feet, slightly concerned, while you continued the walk to his ride.

'There she is,' Sihtric smiled after a short while.

'A… a horse?' you frowned. 

What in the fuckery is this? He had a horse? The man literally had a horse, here, in the woods, while he was dressed as a medieval themed stripper with all his gold and silver.

'Sihtric,' you said calmly, 'is this,' you paused, not trying to snap at him, 'is this your… ride?'

'My horse, yes,' Sihtric smiled, once again proud, 'expensive she was, but a great beast.'

You watched Sihtric pet his horse and you were just at a loss. You grew a little tired of the joke, as you just really wanted some food, some water and warm clothes. Preferably at your own house. But as you still had no idea where you were, or how you ended up here, you really had no other choice than to go with Sihtric. But you couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong, you just didn't know what.

'Lady,' he smiled, 'will you hand me the cloak?'

'Eh, sure?' you said, taking it off and handing it to him. 

You shivered as you watched Sihtric throw the majestic cloak around his shoulders, and then he beckoned you over. Cautiously, and confused, you walked over to him and his ride, and with ease he mounted you upon his horse. You chuckled lightly at the incredibly weird moment, but the warmth of the animal was pleasant against your cold legs. Before you realised it, Sihtric got up on his horse and sat behind you. Without speaking, he pulled you firmly against his chest, wrapping you inside his warm cloak along with him as he took the reins and ordered the horse to walk.

You had to admit there was something romantic about this, and if this Sihtric guy was trying to hit on you, he was definitely doing it the right way. You couldn't help but feel warm and comfortable against the stranger's chest and inside his cloak. You dare say you even felt safe.

'Are you spoken for, lady?' his voice sounded pleasantly close to your ear when he spoke after a while.

'Eh, no,' you chuckled lightly, 'I am not.' 

You heard Sihtric hum softly and you couldn't stop the sudden smile that formed on your face. So he was hitting on you.

'Why?' you decided to ask, 'are you spoken for?'

'No,' he said softly. You glanced over your shoulder and looked up at Sihtric, whose face lit up again and he said, 'not yet.' 

You blushed lightly as you understood what he meant, and you quickly turned away from him. If he married you during the larping, would it be official? You had so many questions. Even more questions raised, as your feeling of dread raised too, when you realised you still didn't recognize anything around you as your journey continued. And the feeling of disorientation consumed you when you suddenly saw a fortress in the distance. And you finally gave in to your gut feeling, accepting that something was very, very wrong. 

You were sat upon a horse, in the arms of a very hot, medieval looking man, who had asked if you were a whore, and you both had no phone. You had no recollection of getting here, you did not recognize these lands, and you knew for a fact that the fortress you closed in on, was not something created by larpers. Not on this scale.

You tried to put everything together, realising this was some Back to the Future shit. Except, this wasn't the future. This was back to the past. Way back to the past. You suddenly felt lucky that you had paid attention in school during the history lessons, as you were pretty good at that, and you remembered that Wessex became the Kingdom of England in 927. But, clearly, Wessex and Mercia were still separate now, so the year was not 927.

'Where are you from, Sihtric?'

'Dunholm, my lady.'

Dunholm. You remembered Dunholm. You knew there had been a battle and you tried to remember what year it took place. You couldn't get it right. But Dunholm… it bugged you. There was something you knew about Dunholm and clearly wanted to remember. You fidgeted with Sihtric's cloak, pulling some threads as you tried to remember what you learned about it.

'Kjartan,' you suddenly said out loud, 'the cruel.'

Sihtric abruptly stopped his horse.

'You know of Kjartan, lady?' he suddenly asked, his voice a little less soft than before.

'I-I have heard of him, yes.'

'Then you know he is dead.'

Kjartan was dead. Okay, good. Information. When did Kjartan die again? Ehh, it had to be… around 879? 880 maybe?

'Oh, yes,' you chuckled, trying to sound confident, 'of course, he is dead. Ehh.. a shame right?'

'Sure. A shame I didn't kill him,' Sihtric huffed as he spurred the horse to continue.

'Oh,' you grimaced, looking down at the lines on his fingers, understanding that Kjartan was not one of those lines.

'W-when exactly did he… die?'

'It's been thirteen summers, lady.'

Thirteen. Okay, that means you're probably in… Oh, dear god…

'893,' you whispered as you walked through the gates of a burh, which Sihtric had told you was Coccham.

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'We are here, my lady,' Sihtric said, quickly dismounting his horse. He held his hands out, helping you off his horse by placing his hands on your hips while you found support by resting your hands on his shoulders. And so he gently brought your feet back on the ground. All while his big eyes looked at you with admiration, as if you were otherworldly. Sihtric was simply besotted by you and your appearance, and he already knew that he would do whatever it would take to make you his wife.

His hands lingered on your waist as he looked down into your eyes, and that's when you noticed he had two different coloured eyes; one hazel and one blue mixed with grey. And if you weren't so anxious, you would've thought it was the most mesmerising sight.

Sihtric noticed your face had grown grave with concern, which he didn't understand. You came from Lundene, of all places, you shouldn't have reason to feel anxious about a place like Coccham. And as Sihtric felt somehow naturally drawn to you, he didn't like the way you had become tense. Yet he also didn't know how to comfort you or if you would even allow him. But all he wanted to do at that moment was to wrap you in his arms. Instead, he took off his cloak again and threw it over your shoulders, covering you up.

Sihtric said he didn't want you to be cold, which was partly true, as it was winter and the lack of clothes you had on was concerning, but he also didn't want any other man to see what he already felt belonged to him.

#sihtric x reader #sihtric x you #the last kingdom fic #sihtric fic #sihtric kjartansson #the last kingdom #sihtric #sihtric kjartanson #tlk

[astaraels]

You just gave me a prompt idea. Pride and prejudice but gallavich??????? If you would be so kind as to indulge me with a ficlet I would love you most ardently 🥺

Okay so anon you're in luck that I've been rereading a lot of my queer historical romance so if you'll pardon me the indulgence, I'm gonna have so much fun with this. You're gonna get a ficlet AND a whole lot of world building, so buckle up, m'dear 😘

(tagging @callivich and @holymurdock since they both cheered me on with this one, y'all're the best~)

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Ian and his brother stood in the corner of the room, each of them with a drink in hand and feeling marvelously out of place. At least, Ian certainly did—he wasn't sure how he ended up being dragged along to a soirée like this, but his little sister had begged and pleaded because "if nothing else I'll need someone to dance with, and you're so much better at it than Phillip." The row that had started lasted them until Fiona bustled them all off for morning chores. Everyone had to pitch in at the estate, except for Liam, of course.

He took another swig of the cloying champagne, hiding his grimace; he'd rather be drinking a decent stout at the village tavern. Everyone minded their own business there; here, it was as if one's presence was all anyone needed to justify striking up a conversation. There were more unfamiliar faces than he'd expected at this party, although it was crowded enough that he felt safe to let his eyes wander a little.

The dance floor was positively flooded with young men and women, smiling pleasantly at each other as they tried to converse through the steps of a lively quadrille. Both of his sisters had been claimed for a dance; Deborah looked positively thrilled, while Fiona seemed as if she'd prefer to be somewhere else. Ian couldn't help but laugh when he saw how enthusiastic Fiona's partner was compared to her own bland smile. At the very least, their family had to keep up appearances, what with their father's reputation.

A young woman in a pale purple dress walked past them, her matching gloves strangely pushed down her arms until they bunched up at her wrists. When Ian looked again, he realized it was the same girl who'd asked him for a dance earlier, but he'd had to turn down—politely, of course—although he was quite impressed by her approaching him. Not many young gentry ladies would be willing to break convention in such a way. A shame Ian felt nothing for the fairer sex; she might have been someone he could have made a match with.

He watched with passive interest as the girl dispersed into the crowd, letting his gaze follow various other party goers as they engaged in conversation or found new partners for the dancing. Just another country party for eligible young people to meet, after all; there wasn't much else in the way of distractions, unfortunately—not even a room where men might play at cards. That had come as a disappointment for Ian. He'd been teaching the younger ones, and Deborah in particular had quite the knack for it. She might have been all of fifteen, but were young ladies allowed into the gambling hells that Ian and Phillip frequented, she'd clear them all out in a night.

Ian was still amusing himself with the image of his young sister taking the coats off of gentlemen's backs to pay off debts of honor, when he heard an angry voice call out from the crowd.

"Oy, you! Gallagher! You damned blackguard! That's right, I've some goddamn words for you, you piece of shite!"

Several of the ladies nearby gasped at the language; Ian, who had learned worse from the Army men stationed in the village, only looked up at the man advancing on him and set his glass to the side. He stuck his chin out stubbornly and crossed his arms, using his height to his advantage.

"There's quite a number of Gallaghers here," he said. "You might need to be more specific."

"I'm talkin' about you, bloody ginger bastard! You tried takin' advantages with my sister!" The man's accent was rougher than his language, which was almost impressive. He cracked his knuckles, and Ian could see the distinctive blue ink of tattoos peeking out from under the man's coat sleeves. "You admit what you did, and maybe I won't have to drag your apology out your mouth along with your back teeth!"

"I did nothing of the sort," Ian said, immediately putting his back up. Next to him, Phillip set his drink down on a table close by, standing shoulder to shoulder with Ian in a show of brotherly solidarity. "A young lady requested a dance from me earlier. I declined, but I said nothing insulting, much less took advantage."

The girl in question stood behind her brother; they were both quite striking, with pale skin and dark features, and the brother's intense blue eyes caught Ian off-guard. He regained his composure quickly, however, determined not to let himself be caught on the back foot by some do-nothing rogue. He's only defending his sister, a voice said in the back of Ian's mind. You'd do the same for yours. Which was true, but he might at least pull the offender to one side instead of starting a confrontation such as this.

"You callin' my sister a liar, are you?" the man said loudly, which only made the sister scowl at Ian. His face burned hot at the offense—he'd turned down a dance, for heaven's sake, not besmirched her virtue. "In that case-" he took two steps forward and punched Ian square in the jaw. "Come near her again and it'll be a bloody pistol next time!"

"Oy!" Ian shouted, blood suddenly boiling. It was one thing to put off insults to his character, but this was a step too far. He moved forward until he was in the brute's face, and damn his eyes because they were indeed far too good-looking than a man like this deserved. It only served to make him angrier. "I will not stand by and let you continue to speak lies!" He knew this was an idiotic idea, but sometimes one had to do very stupid things and apologize for them later.

The shorter man nodded, looking as if he were sizing Ian up. "Right, then," he said, voice rougher than Ian had expected, and damn if it wasn't a sound that hit him in the best—worst—way. "Outside with you. We settle this here and now."

Phillip finally deigned to step in, putting an arm out to push in front of Ian. "This is a party," he said, in that condescending voice of his that set Ian's teeth on edge. "I'm sure our hosts wouldn't appreciate a fight between guests as a way to end the evening, lively as it might be."

The dark-haired man started to speak, but his sister reached out and grabbed his arm. She spoke in a low voice, low enough for only her brother's ears, and then he turned back to Ian. "This is your one and only warning, then, Gallagher," he practically spat. "Next time we meet you won't be so lucky. Or have your brother to take your lumps for you."

Ian moved forward into the other man's space, using his greater height to crowd him in. "There won't be a next time," he said through gritted teeth. "If I never see you again in my life, I'll count myself damn lucky. But if I do, you'd best hope we're in decent company, or we'll see who's a quicker shot."

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(And here's the world building, under a cut because it got really long)

So the Gallaghers are in the business of coal (because that was a Big Deal at the time, finding coal deposits with the Industrial Era making a big wave) because their great grandparents came from Ireland and established themselves in England. Frank is a wily bastard with a nose to ferret out how to steal shit from under people's noses, so he's a master scam artist but has to move around constantly to run different schemes so the Gallaghers rarely see him. Monica is dead, either in childbirth when she had Liam or from taking too much laudanum.

Fiona, being the eldest, has to get them all presentable to Society and keep up maintaining the house and property along with Lip. They'd likely be at least lower gentry, so they've got land and a few servants, but they're not tenant farmers. Lip may be the one who gets to inherit but everyone knows Fiona is in charge of the household. (p&p fans, I'm imagining them in a similar situation as the Bennets—things aren't great but they're doing their best.)

The Milkoviches immigrated from the Russian empire probably either during the reign of Empress Elizabeth or Tsar Peter III (just before Catherine the Great), and they're still considered outsiders due to their heritage, but Mickey has worked hard to get Mandy a Season so she might make a good marriage and thus have a good life. Mickey makes his money off of wealthier men because he's damn good at gambling and wins a great deal of money playing cards.

As in the ficlet, Ian and Mickey ofc meet ugly like in canon, and they'd have a few run-ins until Mandy and Ian come to an understanding, which is when she tells Mickey to apologize to Ian (he's just trying to stand up for his sister's honor, okay, it's not his fault she keeps changing her mind!)

Also there are ~lingering looks~ and ~fingertips brushing~ against each other when they finally shake hands and call it a truce after getting into a few dust ups. After they do so, Ian thinks hmm and starts to like, seek out Mickey when they're at the tavern in the village or society gatherings for the gentry, and he's pretty certain that they share the same "proclivities" and it all comes to a head when they get into a heated discussion and Ian ends up shoving him against a wall and notices how Mickey reacts and then they fuck nasty in an empty room, but Mickey says not to kiss him, because that's something ladies expect and he's anything but.

Ian ofc is disappointed but at least he feels smug about being right, even if Mickey still calls him a damn Irish bastard and Ian shoots back that he's some Muscovite imbecile (Muscovite being what they used to call people from Russia ofc because I'm pretty sure Ukraine wasn't even on a map at this time in history), but yet they still seek each other out for ~assignations~ while constantly sniping at each other to the point where their rivalry becomes well known in Society. Rivals to lovers is delightful, I can't help it!

They play at hating each other in public but behind closed doors they're fucking nasty and Ian absolutely gets swept off his feet. Mickey does too, obviously, but he has to hide his feelings so Ian doesn't get too attached and ruin a good thing. (Spoiler alert: this fails miserably.) Terry Milkovich, by the by, is currently rotting in debtors' prison awaiting transportation to Australia and good fucking riddance to him (sorry aussies!).

I also love the idea of Debbie wanting to mix in Society and Fiona trying to run the Gallagher estate (which may not be a large one but it's their home) and Carl having dreams of joining the army—Ian wanted to as well but he probably had to stay home and take care of the younger ones, and it's not like he's going to make a Society marriage, anyway. Also Debbie thinks she wants a season to get a husband but ends up being like 👀 at all the fine young ladies—I also just love the idea that she's great at cards from playing with her brothers and learning how to fuzz the cards 🤣

Ian still has bipolar disorder in this au—it's a family secret. Whenever he starts to have an episode—by this point they all recognize the signs—he stays at home and the siblings just say he has a "weak constitution" and ofc he knows the staff gossip about him but better than being sent off to a sanitorium and away from his family. And he hates not being able to control his own mind but his siblings love him and they all promise to take care of him no matter what (it's why he never got to join the army like he'd hoped for, but he still helps Carl learn how to use a rifle, and practice drilling, and all that such like).

This kind of got away from me and I don't have a solid concept beyond all of...this. I know you asked for p&p, anon, so I tried to at least keep to the spirit of the thing, and I hope you like it regardless?? <3 I'd love to hear what other people think about this one, so please share your thoughts!

Eventually there would be, y'know, plot—probably something to do with land inheritance, Frank scamming people and it coming back to bite the Gallaghers in the ass, and both Lip and Debbie end up finding out about Ian and Mickey; Ian would have a bipolar episode and instead of running away, Mickey gets worried about him and is like, oh no I'm having feelings this is Not Good, but at this point he knows he's in too deep. Also he and Ian will have to work together for some reason or another and put their public rivalry to bed (lol).

#gallavich #leinth answers #leinth writes fic #p&p au #mickey milkovich #ian gallagher #shameless fic #shameless #yes I gave mickey tattoos I figure he hung out with a bunch of sailors at some point and wanted his own ink

[kelcemenow]

Your Voice - Chapter 3.

Pairing Travis Kelce x Reader

Words 1766

Warnings Pure fluff with some strong language.

This Anon request piqued my interest as I used to read a lot of Soulmate AU fanfiction ‘back in the day’ and I really liked this idea! AU’s give me so much creative freedom…and a chance to go back to college Travis!! Now, I wasn’t going to make this a series but as I was writing, I realised it is going to have to be as I had a great idea for it! I hope you enjoy! “Can I request a Travis k x soulmate au? pls 😩”

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 3

"Holy shit."

You closed your eyes and shook your head, placing your fingers on your temples. You were struggling to concentrate on studying as it was without your Soulmate chiming in. You opened your eyes and desperately tried to focus on the words in front of you.

Suddenly, you felt a kick from underneath the table. Looking up, your eyes landed on Chloe, who was sat across from you at the table, peering at you from over the top of her book.

"What's up?" She mouthed.

You shook your head and looked back to your textbook.

Another kick. This time, Chloe didn't say anything but instead, she jerked her head to the side towards the direction of the exit. You rolled your eyes and gathered your things, hastily placing them in your satchel. You made your excuses and left the library, stopping just outside of the door.

Chloe wasn't far behind you and as she caught up with you, she placed a hand on your arm, "You seem distracted. Let's get out of here."

"Honestly, I'm fine." You smiled meekly.

"Babe, I've just watched you stare at the same page for 45 minutes. I can't imagine Pastoral Literature is that exciting." She grasped at your hand, "Come on, it's a nice day. Let's go and sit in the quad."

You smiled and followed her lead, taking the short walk out to the grassed area in-between the campus buildings. There were a handful of other people around but you found a sunny yet secluded spot; a blanket of soft grass speckled with small daisies. As soon as you settled yourself with your elbows propping you up, Chloe shuffled closer.

"So, what's up with you?"

You sighed as your head titled backwards, your eyes aimed to the bright sky, "Honestly, I'm fine. It's just...I can't stop thinking about my Soulmate. I'd decided this morning that I was going to forget about him and just...give up."

Chloe frowned at you as she listened.

"But...every time I hear his voice, I just keep focusing on it. Just then, in the library, it sounded so clear...almost like he was stood behind me." Your forehead creased.

"And you have no idea who it could be?"

Your mouth twisted, "I almost thought I did. But it's stupid. It can't be him."

Chloe straightened up and her hands flew to her face, "Oh my God, tell me!"

"You know Travis?"

"Kelce?!" Her eyes widened and she left her mouth open, "Yes, he's hot, Y/N. If it's him, I'm going to be insanely jealous."

You laughed slightly, "Well, he walked me home last night, and I saw him this morning and he asked me if I wanted to sit with him for a coffee. I don't know, it's weird."

Chloe tilted her head, "Have you spoken to him much before now?"

"A little bit, but not really. We don't share a lot of classes and it's not like we hang out with the same people. But when I think about it, he's always nice to me, I suppose."

"That explains why his voice is muffled!" Chloe hissed.

You lowered your eyebrows, "What do you mean?"

"Because he wears a helmet...and probably a mouthguard! That's why you could hardly hear him most times!"

You gasped a breath, "Oh my God, that makes sense. Chloe, you're a genius!"

Chloe flicked her hair, "Can I record you saying that so I can play it for my Biology professor?"

You breathed a laugh before looking down, "It sounds corny as shit, but my mind is telling me to stop looking, to stop trying to figure out who he is or even if it is Travis. That my time is better spent studying or whatever...but then as soon as I make that decision, my heart tells me to just go for it. To find Travis and just fucking kiss him."

Chloe's eyes were sparkling, blinking rapidly, "Oh, Y/N! Do it!"

"You're crazy. I can't. Besides he's got a girlfriend."

Chloe's shoulders slumped down as her fingers ran through the grass, "Well, this sucks."

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Your feet hit the pavement loudly as your pace sped into a jog. You quickly glanced at your watch before rolling your eyes, seeing that you were already 15 minutes late for your rehearsal. You could feel your face beginning to flush as your blood pumped quicker through your body, reminding you to focus on cardio a little more. Your eyes were staring at the grey concrete beneath you, rapidly repeating your dialogue to make sure you could remember it all when you suddenly collided with someone in front of you.

"Woah!"

You gasped as you looked up to see Javen, holding his hands up with raised eyebrows.

"Shit, I'm so sorry. I'm running late and I just...I'm sorry."

Javen shook his head, "Hey, it's fine. Do what you gotta do."

You nodded and began to pass him but he called after you.

"Y/N, can I ask something?"

You turned your head over your shoulder, aware that this exchange was making you even more late than you already were.

"Sure." You said with a little more exasperation than you intended.

"What's with you and Travis?"

Your eyebrows narrowed with confusion, "Me and...Travis? Nothing."

Javen pressed his lips together, "I don't know man. He's been talking about you lately, asking questions and stuff."

Your breathing began to slow down and you chewed on your bottom lip, "I don't know why he would?"

"And then after we hung out, he broke up with Tiffany."

Your heart jumped for a second and you could feel a heat rise in your chest, "Really?"

Javen shrugged his shoulders, "Said he was sure she wasn't his Soulmate and that he was certain who was."

"Oh?"

"I just figured I'd see if there was anything going on with you two?"

You shook your head and your mouth dropped open as you tried to find the right words, "Uh...no. Nothing has been going on."

Javen shrugged again, letting his hands fall down to his sides, "Alright, fair play."

You smiled and continued on your journey, your mind whirring with even more uncertainty than before. As you walked, you felt the beginnings of light rainfall on your cheeks. You pulled your hood over your head and tucked your hair into your sweater, holding your satchel closer to you and shoving your free hand into your pocket. Travis' face kept flashing into your mind. His piercing eyes, his soft looking lips, his defined jawline. You took a deep breath and made your way into the rehearsal room, allowing all thoughts of Travis vanish from your head.

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You stared down at the script in your hands as you waited at the side of the stage. The only noises you could hear was the scene that was playing out in front of you. You had loved performing in plays and musicals since high school and joining the college society seemed like a good way to continue your hobby alongside your studies.

"Hey."

You heard a whisper behind you so you looked over your shoulder.

"I was thinking..."

Through the dimly lit wings you could just make out the chiselled features of the one person you were trying to forget about.

"Travis?! What the hell are you doing here? You hissed.

He quickly glanced around before he reached out and his hands ghosted over yours.

"I...I'm not sure." He breathed a laugh and smiled widely, "Well, that's not really true. I just wanted to see you."

Your eyes narrowed, "What...what is this about?"

"Go out with me?"

Your chest burned and your lips parted slowly, your breathing speeding up as you noticed that the action on stage has stopped. You whipped your head around to see everyone on stage looking at you.

"Y/N? This is your entrance." Mrs Rodriguez shouted from the front of the stage.

Your hands quickly fumbled with your script as you leaned slightly closer to Travis, "Meet me outside at 7."

He smiled and watched as you strode onto the stage, switching into your character immediately.

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You could hear that it was still raining as you approached the exit of the theatre. You prepared yourself by pulling your sweater hood over your head and pushed the door open to see Travis leaning against the stone steps, his back to you. The sound of the door made him spin around and he met your stare with creased eyes.

"Hey."

"Why did you wait out here in the rain?" You said with a small laugh.

He squinted his eyes, "Because...you told me to?"

You walked towards him, pulling him underneath a nearby tree before you wiped away some of the rain drops that were dotted on his forehead.

There was a silence before Travis suddenly told hold of your hands, "Listen, I'm not entirely sure what I'm doing. But that's been true for the past couple of days." His eyes were frantically moving around, almost avoiding your gaze, "I've been doing a lot of thinking and earlier today, everything just suddenly made sense."

You closed the gap between you slightly and placed a gentle hand on your chest, "Travis, I think I know what you're going to say."

He looked down at your hand, "You do?"

You moistened your lips and looked up into his pale eyes, "Yeah. I think so...I hope so. And if I'm wrong, this is going to be really embarrassing-"

Without warning, Travis crashed his lips into yours. You were shocked at first, your eyes widening, but when his hands pulled you close to him so that your chests were pressed into each other, you melted into his hold. Your mouths moved across each other with ease and you parted your lips further to allow his tongue to make contact with yours.

The world around you seemed to fade away and the only thing you could feel was the occasional rain drop landing on your skin. You could hear all of your Soulmate's words echoing in your mind, everything you had ever heard him say repeating itself, only louder and much clearer this time. You could feel him smile into this kiss, and indication that he was experiencing the same thing.

You pulled away from the kiss, allowing your breathing to slow down as you held intense eye contact with Travis. His mouth moved into a smile and you could feel his strong hands gripping at your waist.

After a moment, Travis released his hold on you and began walking across the quad, "Come on, let's go and get that coffee."

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I fell into a little bit of writer's block with this last one. I've just put it down to being so busy lately and my mind being occupied elsewhere. I really hope you enjoyed this chapter and this little mini series! I'll be carrying on with my requests list now so if you want to be added to my Taglist, just let me know!

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[respectthepetty]

Hello hello! I finally caught up on DFF a few days ago and have been reading a bunch of meta ever since, but there are some things I can’t follow. Maybe you can help me?

First off, we keep talking about there being a Final Girl, but why is everyone so sure that there will be one? I could see more people surviving or the story going in a different direction entirely. Where does this conviction come from?

Then, I’m on board with the idea of hallucinations, but one thing that always bothers me is the question of how you could make sure that they all hallucinate the very same thing? I don’t know how hallucination-inducing drugs work, but that seems kind of weird to me.

Also, who is Tan and who is Perth again? This is such a dumb question, but I’m terrible with names and faces, and I know most of the characters now, but I keep mixing up these two.

Thank you so much for your time!

Anon, let me answer your last question first:

This is Mio who plays Tan in the series. Tan is part of the friend group but came along after Non disappeared.

This is Perth but it is unknown who he is playing in the series. He was only in the background of this scene in the dark jacket with the grey shirt.

As for the other questions, unfortunately, I cannot help you because unlike the rest of these perfectly normal people watching Dead Friend Forever, I'm crazy.

And because I'm crazy, I do NOT care about "reasoning" when it comes to my wack-a-doodle-doo theories. Therefore, White will be the Final Gay simply because I want him to be, and because none of these other motherf*ckers deserve to live.

Yeah, Fluke hasn't actively done anything, but he knew all of this was happening and turned a blind eye, so if Por is dead, why not just kill all of them? Well, expect for the actual killers, Tan and Phi, and the Final Gay White.

Por's death could have just been an accident, and everyone else will get out of this alive, but . . . I don't want it. I want Fluke to shoot Top, Tee to wrestle the gun away from Fluke only for it to go off and kill Fluke, White to kill Tee and run off scared, Tan to "die" because of an asthma attack (but he won't be dead), which will leave Jin and Phi as the only survivors, only for Jin to be stabbed by Phi right before White shows up with help.

Do you feel the crazy? Do you see what I was saying about myself? You cannot ask me logical questions because I am not using deductive skills. I'm operating off of vibes and vibes alone, which is why I felt Phi was sus in episode one. It's also why I don't like Jin. It's a vibe.

Which brings me to your drugs question - The vibes are off!

I think that Non is still alive and running around scaring them all, so not everything is because of the drugs, but if the energy isn't right, if the mood isn't chill, if the vibe isn't good, the drugs are going to hit different. The figurative trip will be bad. So if the literal trip involves the boys talking about Non and seeing videos of Non while they run through the woods for their lives, whatever drugs are in their system aren't going to be happy in a body with that amount of stress, and their brain will focus on Non and the masked killer. In fact, a common side effect of most party drugs is paranoia.

Hell, even some known prescriptions for depression and anxiety can cause these side effects.

Then again, I just do drugs. I don't know the actual science behind them, but I do know if the vibes ain't right, you're not gonna have a good night.

And these boys seem to be having a really shitty night.

But also, the boys haven't all seen the same thing. Fluke saw Por's eyes bleeding and attacking him. White saw a rash on his skin. Jin saw Mr. Keng. Top saw the masked killer trying to axe him (I think part of this was real) and thought he saw a masked killer in the road, so he scared Tee going on about it. Top also might be having a reaction to it which is why he was seizing.

PSA: Test your drugs, kids. Even Amazon, which I think is the devil, sells drug testing kits.

In case you have no idea what this image is about, the joint in her hand is laced with cocaine and was probably one of the reasons her ass was going through endless time loops, so don't do coke. Or things laced with it. Unless you wanna go into other dimensions and DIE every single time. Okay? M'kay!

So to wrap up my special brand of crazy:

White will be the Final Gay because like the Backstreet Boys, "I want it that way."

Everyone deserves to die because Phi is a cop's kid, and if the cops are good for anything, it's covering up the truth, so let this work in our favor for once.

Drugs be drugging, and sometimes people will think of the boy they tried to kill when under the influence, but it's a toss up. Who can predict what a person will see? So, like, don't betray people and you won't hallucinate being stalked by your own guilt *cough* Judas *cough*

Oh, and always test your drugs.

I hope this helped you, but it probably didn't. Either way, I'll see you in the tags in a few hours after Non finally loses his shit.

Slay, Non, slay!

#dead friend forever #dead friend forever the series #I wrote what I wrote #I have theories for days #but it's all based on vibes

[hypnoneghoul]

Hi, same anon from a few weeks ago that was asking if you could write some little sick Phantom.

I was supposed to go to the concert last night that got rescheduled, luckily I still get to go but I've been crying all morning and now am at work trying not to cry more even though it's kinda dumb because I get to go tomorrow.

Do you think I can get some more little Phantom comfort?

Thank you in advance if you do ❤️

I'm so sorry this happened darling :( and feeling like this it's not dumb at all, it's completely valid! I hope you're better now <3

this is short and rushed because I just got off work but wanted to deliver this asap, I hope it's decent

sorry for the asks that had been waiting, I'll take care of everything tommorow because today was my last day at work

First time it happened he was so scared.

He didn't know what was going on, the only thought in his fuzzy brain being "wrong". It never happened before and he was scared and didn't know what to do, where to go.

Something in his mind started to slip after his panic when he messed up again, another song. He knew it was normal, each and every one of them messed up and he never ate himself up for doing so.

But that day... he was tired. Another show in a row, not being able to get enough rest on the loud and jumping bus in between them, Phantom was exhausted. He grew to love touring, playing, but it was tiring. And he was on the verge.

Everyone was getting snappy and he was sure someone was close to actually smacking him over the head, not just playfully for the show.

He cried, under the mask, when he messed up that night. Tried to calm down, take deep breaths through the fabric muzzle and tell himself to not be dramatic. It didn't work.

Well, not exactly.

He felt his brain slowing, but not stopping at just "calm". It slowed further, until all he could think about was how scared he was of punishment for his mistake. Mistakes.

Phantom has no idea how he got through the rest of the show, but he did his best, even if he was practically shaking with held back sobs by the time the last song ended. He hoped no one noticed, he was so stupid, dramatic but he was so scared, he-

"Hey, bug," Swiss' voice cut through the haze as he squeezed Phantom's hand. When did he grab it? His eyes widened, he wasn't fast enough to hold back a whine. "You alright?"

He opened his mouth to say yes, but his words just wouldn't come out. His heart sped up impossibly, shoulders slumped as his fear only grew.

What was going on, why couldn't he think, why didn't he understand what was going on around, what was everything so loud, why his limbs felt so heavy, why-

"Calm down, kid, you're okay," he heard Swiss again.

Kid.

A kid.

That's... that's what he was.

He was just a kid who ended up in front oh thousands of people full of expectations and he failed them all. He failed his packmates, his Papa. He was just a kid but he was already a failure.

Somehow he ended up on a couch. When did he get to a couch?

The couch was... warm. And its shape was weird.

The couch was talking.

"Back with me, bug, it's alright, I've got you," it wasn't the couch, it was Swiss.

Phantom jumped, he failed Swiss too, he couldn't be comforted by him.

"Shhh, it's okay, baby," the multi ghoul cooed again, smoothing a big, warm hand over Phantom's back. It was nice. "There you go, that's the happy purr."

Baby.

Purr? He was purring?

He tried to say something, anything, but he couldn't. There was so little words in his head.

"Don't try to talk, kid, there's no need. Just relax."

Kid.

Phantom liked that, it was like Swiss... understood. Even if he himself didn't. It was nice. Swiss was nice.

He couldn't say it, but he cuddled closer, curling up more in Swiss' lap. He hoped Swiss would understand.

"There you go, yeah, just like that, kid, I've got you."

He did, Swiss did have him, Swiss was home, he was-

"Safe," Phantom mumbled, the only word he seemed to have right now.

"Yes, you're safe," Swiss chuckled.

The quintessence ghoul whined in protest, though, shook his head, "You... safe."

"I'm... safe?" Swiss asked, Phantom shook his head again.

"I... mean safe?" that got Swiss an enthusiastic nod and a happy chirp before he burrowed back into the crook of his neck. "Yes, baby, safe with me. Always safe with me."

.

.

.

When he was himself again, Swiss made him talk with Rain about what happened. How exactly did he feel, how did his head feel. Phantom was embarrassed, he told them it was just stupid panic attack or something, he was just being dramatic, he was tired.

Rain begged to differ.

He told Phantom he regressed. Something that Rain themself did sometimes, Dew and Mountain too, though slightly different. He told him it was normal, that he could learn to enjoy feeling all small.

Phantom could believe that... but only if Swiss would be there to keep him safe.

#im sorry theres not nuch comfort :( #hypnone's asks #hypnone writes #the band ghost #nameless ghouls #phantom ghoul #aeon ghoul #swiss ghoul #little ghouls

[actuallysaiyan]

Hello again, thank you for answering me despite answering the same question on the same day! (I was the anon who had asked you about your requests being closed :) If that's okay with you, I'd like to send you an idea I have in mind for hcs before I forget about it.

Sooo I've seen in a post of yours you headcanon the saiyans having a mating cycle, and I was wondering if you'd write hcs about that period of time with future trunks? Like how is it spent with him? (Am I making this clear enough? Sorry if not :')

Still, please only write this if you want to and whenever you'd like to! I don't wish you to be pressured or anything. I hope the heatwave will be gone soon; take care of yourself! You're a great writer <3

warnings: breeding kink, creampie, unprotected sex, mentions of rough sex, the usual smutty suspects here, dirty talk, mating cycle pairing: Future Trunks x Fem!Reader a/n: I'm not opening my requests just yet(working on it though!) but I just had to answer this! I hope you enjoy!

SFW

Trunks gets very affectionate and loving during the weeks leading up to his mating cycle. At first, he’s not really sure what’s going on, but he finds it so nice to be close to you.

He finds himself thinking about you constantly. He can’t get you off his mind at all. You’re all he can think about. So nevermind trying to train too hard or to concentrate on anything else, you’ll be his only thought.

Goten is the first to comment on it. Trunks is barely thinking about his next move when Goten is able to knock him off his feet. Trunks will feel so ashamed about it.

He gets hungrier and sleeps a lot more. Bulma will start to complain when she realizes he’s been hoarding plates and mugs in his room.

Then comes the nesting. Trunks goes around finding the most comfortable blankets and pillows in his home. He will make his bed a million times before deciding on the best set up for the both of you.

He’ll start suggesting that you should come over for movie nights and things like that. He’ll get you so comfortably situated in his bedroom and he’ll throw on any of your favorite movies.

Trunks starts to groom himself more and make sure he’s clean and smelling his very best. He’ll find out the scents you like, but he’s very shocked to know that you enjoy his natural scent. 

NSFW

It hits him so fucking hard one day. It’s like a horny train rammed right into him. His cock is so hard from when he wakes up until he goes to bed. 

He can barely sleep when he’s in this state. It makes him sweat and his heart races. All he can do is jerk himself off until he’s happy. Until he’s satisfied. But that will take a long time.

Trunks will seek you out and he will smell you so much more. He can practically taste your pheromones. It drives him crazy.

Once he finds you, he knows that he has to breed you. It becomes this instinctive action for him at this point. Nothing else matters when he realizes this.

First, he’ll make you cum so many times. He enjoys being between your thighs when he’s in heat. He laps and slurps at your pussy like a starved man.

Once Trunks is sure that you are most definitely satisfied, he’ll have you on your back first.

Mating press is the position he uses first and for the last session of the night as well. It just makes it perfect for what he is doing.

He alternates from being rough and fast to being so sweet and whiny. You aren’t sure which one is your favorite, but since he switches from one mode to the other quickly, you don’t even care to choose a favorite.

“Baby,” he chokes out. “How are you this fucking tight?” He ruts against you like it’s the only thing he knows to do. It’s such a steady pace, and the way his cock just bullies into you over and over, you’ll fall off the edge soon.

Another one of his favorite positions? Doggy style! He will push you down onto the bed, face down and ass up. He spreads your cheeks and lets his cock slide between them. 

Just when you’re sure he’s going to push it in, he pulls away. Then you’re left with a few seconds of hesitation. Before long, he’s ramming into you at a breakneck speed.

Your little moans and whimpers really turn him on. He feels like a wild animal when he fucks you like this. This is when he really feels like a Saiyan. It’s more animalistic than any other sex he’s ever had.

He loves to cum inside of you, but he’s not opposed to marking you up with his seed. You’ll wear it on your face, tits and ass before the night is through.

Trunks will growl and grunt through every sentence, whether it be praising you or degrading you. The man just says the filthiest things to you.

“Needy little human, you can just barely take my cock.” “So fucking tight, baby. It’s like you were made for my cock.” “Hngg! If you keep squeezing me like that, I’m going to cum so quick.” “Love this wet, little pussy. All mine forever.”

When he’s finally done, he spends lots of time on aftercare. You are his lover after all. He wants to make sure you’re well after such an intense session.

Lots of nesting here too. He will fluffy up the pillows, change the sheets, snuggle you. Trunks will get you anything to eat or drink afterwards.

And then once he’s had his fill and has taken care of you, he sleeps for a long time. Being in his mating cycle makes him so tired. He will be exhausted. 

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[the-way-of-words]

Speaking of derby, now you HAVE to write Noah hooking up with a derby girl. Like, all those bumps and bruises...

You're ✨️welcome✨️

@signs-of-ill-portent I know this is you! You're the only one who I talked to about roller derby lol. This also fits into your 30 days of Bad Omens prompt for violet

A little background, I've played roller derby for the past 7 years and played a little game this past weekend. Love the sport and the people who play it with all my heart.

Pairing: Noah x ofc

Content warnings: one (two?) night stands, sex with a stranger, oral sex, P in V sex

Contains sexual situations with a fictionalized version of a real person. Rpf not your thing? Keep scrolling or hit the back button.

I am open for requests, and have anons on, so don't be shy to drop me a boy and an idea ❤️

My masterlist is here.

Noah doesn't think he's ever seen anything like it. The bodies slamming into each other, the screaming of the crowd -- all things he’s seen and heard before, yet it’s so different. He doesn’t know how they do it, move and juke on those things, and make it look so graceful. She’s beautiful as she moves on the track, using her strength and voice to guide the ones she’s with and hold the other player back. The stripe on her helmet makes her easy to spot if he had a hard time finding her. But the reality of it is, Noah’s eyes have been glued to her the entire time they’ve been here. 

He doesn’t know what happens, but suddenly she’s taking off, speeding away from the throng of players as she puts the star over her helmet. The roar of the audience grows louder as she weaves through the opposing team, and louder still when she comes around again, only to be knocked down. She hits the floor hard just as the refs blow the whistle, yet she’s smiling when she gets up, high fiving a teammate as she makes her way back to the bench while more players set up on the track. 

He finds her afterwards, hanging off to the side while she talks with fans and friends, butterflies sparking in his stomach at her smile when she spots him. 

“Decided to see what all the hype was about after all, huh?” She asks, mumbling a quiet thanks when he hands her a plastic cup of beer. 

“Well, we had to come and see for ourselves… it really is too confusing when you just describe it.” 

For a smaller town, there’s a surprising amount of bars on the main drag and each one is different from the last as they pass them by. The one they settle on has an inner lounge that leads to a patio with a few tables and chairs out back, and he’s halfway through his first drink when a group of women come in. Dressed in sports shorts and jerseys of some kind… a closer look reveals the words ‘roller derby’ and color him intrigued. They spread out as they enter, some seeming to approach acquaintances, other’s checking out the patio. One, however, perches herself on the stool right next to his. Long pastel blue hair with an undercut, the dark violet of her lips curl up into a smile as he introduces himself and asks, “What’s roller derby?” 

~~

“So there's a ball?” 

She sighs in frustration before she starts up again, hands gesturing as she speaks, “There is no ball--”

Twenty minutes later and Noah is no closer to understanding how roller derby is played, yet he can’t complain. He's glad the others convinced him to come out tonight; it's the first night off of two after going nonstop for weeks and while it was all too tempting to stay in his bunk and rest, he decided to say fuck it and join everyone else. It’s a good thing too, because if he hadn’t, he wouldn’t have met her.  

Her lips curl up again and he realizes he’s been caught staring, yet he can’t find it in himself to feel embarrassed in the slightest. Because once he looks up at her eyes, Noah’s pretty sure she’s looking at him with the same intensity he’s been eyeing her with all night. 

“Would you wanna get out of here?” She asks, and it takes little time for him to say yes and follow her out the door after they say their prospective goodbyes. 

Nicholas makes fun of him when he stumbles into the bus the next morning, hair and clothes rumpled, her dark lipstick smudged on various points of his body.

~~

There’s an after party. The short drive from the venue to the bar they were at last night filled with nothing but the four of them talking about how insanely cool it all was to watch. How do they move like that on roller skates? How do they go so fast and yet seem to be able to stop and juke on a dime? How do they take and give hits like they did and stay upright? 

She’s already there when they arrive, out back on the patio with the rest of her team. Tables and chairs pushed aside to make room for a small makeshift dance floor while a dj plays in an elevated corner. These women are something else. If he hadn’t just seen exactly how hard they played half an hour ago, he wouldn’t know. Not with the way they jump and move around, dancing to the synth-y pop pumping from the speakers. 

She’s as graceful off her skates as she is on them and arousal starts to pool in his groin as he watches her body move to the beat. The way her hips roll immediately brings him back to last night, and how she moved over him on her couch, and under him later in her bed. Beside him, a throat clears, tugging his attention away from her.

“Am I right to assume you won’t be with us most of the night?” Jolly asks, taking a sip from his drink. 

Noah feels his cheeks warm, “I don’t know man, depends on if she still wants me or not…”

His friend interrupts before he can continue, “Oh, I don’t think that’s an issue.” He follows Jolly gaze as the man tips his head, and there she is. Looking at him like she could eat him alive, and honestly, he’d be pretty fucking okay with that. Her hand curls back, beckoning him toward her and he hears Jolly laugh as he goes towards her, yelling over the din, “I’ll see you later!”

They don’t stay at the bar for much longer, bidding a goodbye to their friends separately before coming back together for the short walk to her apartment. He plays the gentleman, carrying her gear up the stairs and to the door for her and she rewards him by letting him pull her into a kiss as soon as her door shuts behind them. Her lips are the same violet they were last night, but she  must have done something with her lipstick, because it doesn’t smudge against this thumb when he runs it along her lower lip. The dark shade stands out stark against the light skin of his thumb when she licks at the pad before sucking the digit into her mouth. 

Noah can feel himself hardening in his pants. He knows exactly what that mouth feels like around his dick and the memory has him pulling his thumb from her mouth and replacing it with his tongue as he pushes her back against the door. She pulls away from his mouth, sucking in a pained breath when he grasps her arms. 

“Shit, sorry. Are you okay?” He takes his hands off her, and just as he starts to back off, her hand fists in his shirt, pulling him back towards her. 

She’s a little breathless, but her smile is bright when she laughs quietly, “Yeah… I’m fine. Just a little bruised. We had some newbies out there tonight and they’re still in the arm gripping stage.” 

Sure enough, now that he’s paying attention, he can see the marks forming on her arms; patches of red skin that he knows will darken within the coming days. Bending down, Noah lowers his head to press his lips to the tender skin, before taking her hand and leading her to where he knows her bedroom to be. 

He spreads her out on her blankets, bed remade from their coupling last night, pulling the clothes from her body until there’s nothing in his way. 

He starts with her mouth, kissing her heatedly before moving to the rest of her. As he moves down her body with his hands and mouth, he notices the small things that weren’t there last night; a scrape across her arm, velcro burn, she supplies for him when he asks, humming in agreement when he guesses at another. She gasps when he pulls her to the edge of the bed, letting her legs spill off the mattress as he continues his perusal. There’s a welt growing on her leg, it’s going to be a big bruise, he can tell, the skin already starting to darken to a bluish purple. 

“This where you fell?” 

She nods, hissing when he kisses the raised flesh, but she lets him continue, letting him mouth along the surface of her thigh until he’s getting to his knees, settling himself between her thighs. 

She sighs when he licks into her, his hands holding her open when her legs begin to close around his head. His fingers dig into the softness when her hands weave into his hair, gripping the strands and pulling tight, and he thinks he might leave her with another bruise or two. But she doesn’t seem to mind, if the way she moans is any indication. His eyes fall shut and he groans against her mound, letting her use the grip she has on his hair to move his mouth where she needs it the most. She cums against his face with a choked cry of his name, hand falling from his head to rub at her face while she catches her breath. 

A rubber hits him square in the chest when he rises, a quick hand catching it before it falls to the bed beneath. He’s quick to undress, and they both laugh when his pants and underwear get caught around his feet, causing him to stumble before he can kneel on the bed. They don’t laugh when he pushes into her, however, twin groans sounding in her bedroom when he buries himself to the hilt. Noah rocks his hips slowly, grinding into her in a way that has her inner muscles working around his cock. And while he knows she can take it harder, she proved that more than enough last night, he keeps at the leisurely pace, fucking in and out of her in smooth, measured strokes until she whines.

“Do you need more?” 

She nods, letting him take her leg to place on his shoulder, moving her other leg under his when he lifts his knee, ending up halfway twisted beneath him. He loves this position and how it leaves all his favorite parts on display. 

“Oh god.” She moans when he slides back into her.

“Yeah?”

“Shit, yes, oh fuck, don’t stop--” she babbles… and he doesn’t. Keeps going until she’s clenching around him again, squeezing his dick so tight his vision whites out as he follows after her. 

~~

She drops him off at the rig the next morning with a filthy kiss before he exits her car. 

“Hey, Noah!” He turns when she calls his name through her rolled down window, “We play through the summer, if you find yourself in the area again before the season’s over.” 

“I’ll keep that in mind.” He says, throwing her a wink and he can hear her laugh as she drives away. 

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