#yes this is of course still because i'm watching word of honor

[wugblogs]

me @ me watching wuxia: don't be jealous of the hair and costumes, they don't have indoor plumbing or democracy

#also i can get myself a costume and a wig if i want! #yes this is of course still because i'm watching word of honor #tho it's not even the Most Costume show

[cultofsappho]

Ive come to the realization that the reason theres a small but loud group of people who are showing nothing but hate for the rwrb movie is because they have completely unrealistic expectations. People are forgetting that this is a cheesy romantic comedy, thats supposed to look and feel like a cheesy romantic comedy. This isnt going to be moonlight or gods own country or some other critically acclaimed, oscar nomintaed queer film that makes straight people go "hmm maybe they do deserve rights and respect🤷‍♀️"

Its gonna be a cheesy adult romantic comedy, thats gonna be a bit camp and over the top and thats exactly why its so good. I dont want to think about every gay movie I watch. I want to watch it and see two queer people fall in love and thats it. Thats how deep it goes. Maybe a sprinkling of politcal commentary in between.

There is this issue thats become bigger and bigger every passing year, that people expect every bit of queer representation to be the best thing ever. There can not ever be anything cringey or different or silly, and if it is then they send endless hate towards it, and in an industry that already hates to show queer people on screen, its this viscious cycle of someone finally being greenlit to make queer media, the media gets endless hate for not being perfect, the studio cancels the queer media before giving it a chance because theyve just 'proven that it wont make money', suddenly everyone is saying 'why do they keep canceling queer media😢', cycle repeats.

Im so over it. Let gay people be slightly cringy or cheesy or campy. Let queer media exist without putting it on this huge pedestal. Just enjoy things! And if you dont, dont watch it! Move on, find something better to do.

Yes!!! Thank you so much anon for putting this feeling into words much better than I could have!

"I dont want to think about every gay movie I watch."

Thank you.

I want light-hearted rom coms about queer adults just being queer adults and havig fun. I want comedy adventures where the characters just happen to be gay. I want more horror where at the end the final girl kisses a girl and can't belive they lived but not because they're gay. (suprisingly several of these exist and I love it)

I don't always want to think about the plight and horrors of being queer today with every queer movie I watch.

Sometimes, yes of course, I want to be seen on that level.

(Nimona, which came this weekend is a perfect example of a queer movie where I felt very very seen but also had a good time and was an incredibly silly fantasy adventure movie. But, still had the queer expereince intertwined.)

I'm looking forward to a movie that will be 90% rom com, and 10% realism/heavyness. re: being outed is a real thing that happens to people. famous people.

Alex and Henry go through some heavy shit. There's seriously traumatizing stuff at the end of the book. They're both dealing with mental illnesses, complex families, and rock-or-a-hard-place situations. I want all of that honored.

And, at the same time, I'm expecting a straight-to-streaming, mid-budget, movie that had to pass through a LOT of straight hands and board meetings to get to us.

Not to say we should love and accept every queer movie that comes out automatically, they have been done wrong in the past. (example: I skipped call me by your name bc the age gap still makes me too uncomfortable to watch)

But we have to give queer movies a chance to fit the genre they were made for, the tone they are made to be, and give queer creators a chance to show they are us annd they know us. The director is Bi. He's spent so much time going on about how much he related to Alex that he needed to make this movie. It's his first directing role, and I'm giving him a chance.

#rwrb #red white and royal blue #rwrb movie #mostly unrelated but I also saw a bunch of gay men on twitter screaming about how rwrb isn't *for* lesbians #and that we 'shouldnt be allowed to have it' #which is fucking wild! #and they somehow manged to work in the fact taht the author is NB into their argument??? #it was madness #but another example just how much vitriol is surrounding this fanbase #its completely insane if you think that Alex and Henry would gate keep their story to just queer men. #or that cmq would want that either

[lost-walmartbag]

Prom with Kyle Broflovski

Warnings: N/A

Background: In this one-shot, you and your boyfriend Kyle go to prom together

Status: Request Open

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Kyle was Wendy's vice president on the student council. Your prom was coming up but Kyle still hadn't asked you if you wanted to go. You did want to go but you wanted Kyle to ask you as cheesy as it was. You tried dropping hints that you wanted to go but it didn't seem to stick. As every day passed it made you more and more upset to the point where the prom was a week away and you were just flat-out ignoring Kyle. Kyle noticed you were upset but because he was so busy planning the prom he didn't have time to talk to you about it.

One day at lunch you were sitting with the girls while Kyle was across the room with his friends. Clyde stood up on a table drawing everyone's attention to him. He cleared his throat and looked over at Bebe.

"Oh Bebe, sweet Bebe, would you do me the honor, Of being my date to the prom, my lovely flower? I've been hoping and dreaming, for this moment so long, To dance with you all night, to the beat of our song. Your smile, your laugh. your beauty so fair, Make my heart skip a beat, and forget all my care. I promise to treat you like a queen, with love and respect, and make this night unforgettable, a memory to protect. So Bebe, my dear, will you say yes to my plea? And make my prom night, the best it could be." Clyde recited his poem he was clearly nervous and it was a bit cringy but Bebe was beyond happy.

She stood up at rushed to him hugging him tightly. You felt a bit sad as you watched them happily hug and laugh. You look up seeing Kyle staring at you like something finally clicked in his head. You get up and excuse yourself to the bathroom leaving the cafeteria. Kyle followed you out and caught up to you. He grabbed your hand making you turn to him. Before you could get a word in he cut you off.

"I'm so sorry. I should have known what was bothering you. I'm so stupid." He said blushing.

You turn your body entirely to face him and stayed quiet just watching him apologize. He blushed heavier and got on his knees and even though no one was around it was beyond embarrassing.

"Please forgive me.." He said looking up at you and making you hold in a laugh. You couldn't hold it in anymore and just start laughing so hard your stomach hurts. "I'm trying to apologize here," Kyle said clearly embarrassed.

"I'm sorry I'm so sorry." You say in between laughs and try to gain your composer again. "It's ok baby you've been busy and I probably should have just talked to you."

He stands up and kisses your head. "No, I should have known love. So let me make it up to you." He said standing back and looking at you. "Y/N will you go to prom with me?"

You smile and kiss his cheek softly. "Of course love."

After that because Kyle was so busy planning you took charge and handled everything for both of your outfits. You decided on a floor-length silk green dress. You managed to find a place to get your dress and Kyle's tux in such a short time. you got him a basic black tux with a green undershirt with a black bowtie.

You didn't have anyone to go dress shopping with you and because Kyle was so busy you barely were able to get him to try on his tux. His mom caught wind of it and had him take a few hours off of the prom organization to try on his tux. It was fun to be able to see him in his tux and see how much he loved being in it.

The day of the prom was hectic, to say the least. Kyle was late and only had an hour to get ready because of the time he spent setting up for prom before he and Wendy were forced to leave to get ready. You were at his place to get ready as his mom was doing your makeup. So when Kyle burst through the door he didn't even notice you in the living room with his mom.

He ran straight upstairs clearly worried he would be late. You and his mom laughed hearing him running around upstairs in his room. Once you finished getting ready you walked upstairs and entered his room seeing him trying to put on his bowtie.

"Hey, it's ok if we're a bit late." You say walking up to him startling him a bit.

You help him with his bowtie as he looks down at you blushing a bit.

"I just want to make this day perfect for you." He said with a sigh.

"As long as I get my dance with you I'll be happy." You say smiling up at him and ran your fingers through his fluffy hair.

"I'm glad you're here with me." He said hugging you close making you giggle.

"Let's get out of here. And once we get there don't stress out trying to make things perfect. You already did." You say kissing his cheek and leading him downstairs.

Once you both get down there his parents take no less than a million pictures of you two together. Once you two were finally able to get to school you looked around seeing all of Kyle's hard work coming together perfectly.

"Everything is so perfect." You say smiling up at him.

"I tried to put your favorite color everywhere." He said smiling.

You felt so happy being with Kyle just being able to dance with him made all the work you put into the last week worth it. Kyle tried to sneak off to make sure everything was running smoothly but you made sure he couldn't so that he could have fun.

"Ok everyone it is time to announce prom king and queen!" Wendy said drawing everyone's attention.

"I have to get up there to crown the king and queen." He said pulling away and going on stage before you could protest.

"Our queen is.." Wendy said opening the envelope in her hands. "Y/N L/N!"

You let out a gasp as people started clapping and cheering as you walk on stage. Kyle smiles at you clearly not surprised you had won as he places your crown on your head.

"I never nominated myself." You whisper to him. He let out a quiet chuckle and gives you a wink.

"Now time for our prom king," Wendy said opening another envelope. "Kyle Broflovski!"

Kyle looks surprised and looks at you seeing your smirk. You had submitted Kyle's name for King a week prior just as Kyle did yours. You took the crown from his hands and placed it on his head with a smile.

"Now clear the floor for the royal dance," Wendy announced making people leave the floor.

You and Kyle head onto the floor as a salsa dance plays. You groan and smile. "You plan this too?" You ask him causing him to nod and smile as he twirls you and dances with you.

You two salsa dance happily as the crowd of students watches. As the song ends Kyle dips you making a few students clap and cheer. Once the song changed people flood the dance floor. The night was perfect while Kyle was worried about not making everything to your liking, but the minute he saw you in your dress and held your hand it all felt so trivial. He was more than happy to be able to have you by his side while it was all so cheesy it definitely was something he can look back on with a smile.

A/N: Two stories in one day I'm slaying I think. Anyway hope you enjoyed will def try to get more and more stuff out, love yall 🩷

#south park x reader #south park #fanfic #kyle broflovski #kyle broflovski x reader #south park x you #x reader #prom

[missmonsters2]

Keeping You Warm

[Pairing]: WENCLAIR (Wednesday x Enid)

[Summary]: Wednesday had warned Enid to dress warm for the weather, knowing the blonde had a penchant for thinking she was invincible because she was a werewolf. Because if Enid caught a cold...

Prompt: "Seriously, I told you that you would get sick going out like that."

[Warnings]: Soft. Wednesday being unable to say no to Enid. Jealous!Wednesday. They Held Hands™️. Xavier chokes. Bianca's annoyed.

[Note]: Your honor I love them.

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Wednesday's eyes narrowed in on Enid's form from across the courtyard.

The cold season had settled in, a blanket of white snow covering the ground. The air was biting and nipping at people's skin.

It was evident in the way Enid's nose, ears, and cheeks were rosy red. Wednesday watched as Enid talked animatedly with Yoko while the rest of their little ragtag group hung around, most likely waiting for her. 

The day had started early with Wednesday waking up to Enid's face at the edge of her bed, half obscured. The surprising sight would've normally frightened someone, but Wednesday merely glared.

"What are you doing, Enid?"

"Wednesday," Enid whined, and the dark-haired girl was tempted to turn around and go back to sleep immediately. Enid whining never meant good things. "Come to the Jericho Yule Festival with me and everyone else today!

"No," Wednesday monotoned. "I already went with you to the Christmas Lights last week."

"And now it's the Yule Festive this week," Enid rebutted.

Wednesday remained silent but internally sighed. Why was it so difficult to say no to Enid firmly? Still, Wednesday kept her mouth shut and closed her eyes. Saying nothing wasn't saying yes.

Then, the sound of Enid's forlorn sigh filled the room. 

"Okay," the blond conceded as she straightened her back before getting up to sit on the edge of Wednesday's bed with a slouch. "I guess I could partner up with Ajax for the couple's activities."

Wednesday's eyes opened back, trailing to the side to look at Enid's back. She was wearing that colorful sweater that looked like a unicorn puked on it. 

"What?" was the only word to come out of Wednesday's mouth. 

But Enid understood and blabbered away. "Well, Ajax's date canceled on him yesterday, so he can't do any of the partner activities since if you were coming, it would've made the numbers odd. But I guess since you're not coming, I can do stuff with Ajax."

That sentence alone sounded all wrong to Wednesday, bringing up unpleasant feelings she was unfamiliar with. But then again, Enid brought forth a lot of feelings she wasn't familiar with lately. 

Some were good, and some made her...feel violently sick—in a good way?

"I thought you two broke up," Wednesday commented instead. 

"Yeah," Enid shrugged, and Wednesday couldn't tell what the blonde felt about it without seeing her face. "But we ended on good terms and all the prizes for the couple activities are really, really cool. I want to win them all."

The idea of Ajax and Enid working in tandem and cheering, and hugging each other in victory (because Enid was definitely most likely going to hug him out of excitement) had Wednesday begrudgingly say—

"Fine. I'll go."

Enid immediately turned around, her face bright and excited. "Really?" She squealed. "I'm so excited! I just know we're going to crush everyone else."

"Of course," Wednesday looked unperturbed. "I want to see Bianca's face of utter defeat." Then, Wednesday raised her brow at Enid. "Dress warmly. Ever since you wolfed out, you have suddenly lost a few brain cells and think you're immune to the cold. I will end you if you get sick."

Enid merely rolled her eyes before she pounced onto Wednesday, her body half-pressed into her and arms wrapped around her neck.

"Enid," Wednesday grouched.

Yet, despite her stern warning for Enid to dress appropriately for the weather, there the blonde was: no hat, no scarf, and no gloves. 

Not even her hideous snood.

Wednesday walked forward, and Xavier was the first to greet her. She nodded in acknowledgment to the entire group before glaring at Enid.

"Why aren't you dressed appropriately for the weather?" 

"You aren't either!" Enid scrunched her nose at Wednesday as she took in the other girl's attire. "Except for your gloves, I guess."

"That's because my body is naturally colder than the weather," Wednesday raised her brow.

"Well, that's simply not true," Enid smirked, and if Wednesday could, she would have blushed.

"Let's just get going," Bianca curled her lips in annoyance at the weird display Enid and Wednesday have been putting on lately. "The cabs are already here."

The group began making their way toward the entrance of the school quickly. Despite ordering two cabs, Wednesday still felt claustrophobic being pressed up against someone as she sat next to the door. 

The ride was noisy, but Wednesday found it was easy to drown out if she focused on Enid's chattering. Soon enough, they arrived in the town. If Wednesday thought last week they had over-decorated, this was pure Christmas vomit. Apparently, Yule Fest was their biggest event of the year.

The group decided to walk around first to check out the area, but not even a quarter way in, Wednesday could feel Enid shivering against her when she walked too close.

But it was only when Enid sneezed that Wednesday stopped walking.

"Seriously, I told you that you would get sick going out like that," Wednesday snapped. 

Her tone made everyone jump, but Enid merely sneezed again and looked pitiful. 

Suddenly, Wednesday yanked on Xavier's scarf, making him momentarily choke as it unraveled around his neck. 

"What the hell, Wed—" He started to say, but his jaw dropped.

Wednesday lifted her arms and used his scarf to wrap around Enid's neck delicately.

"What do you think will happen if you get sick?" Wednesday frowned. "Do you expect me to make you soup and nurse you back to health?"

"I wouldn't dream of it," Enid smiled, watching as Wednesday then turned to Yoko and sniped the girl's hat, ignoring the vampire's grunt and glare.

"No, you should not because I will leave you to perish," Wednesday said as Enid lowered her head slightly so that she could put the hat onto the blonde. 

"Thing will take care of me," Enid grins in a mischievous way that has Wednesday glaring at her through her brows and cheeks more angular than usual when she pursed her lips. "Or not," Enid quickly amended.

"C'mon," Bianca looked at the remaining group. "Let's get going before Enid's stupidity costs us all of our winter wear."

Wednesday gave the siren a dark look.

Bianca was unfazed as she smirked before gathering the group to walk along, leaving the two to trail slowly behind. 

"Sorry," Enid mumbled as they walked. "And thank you."

Wednesday could feel their hands brush against each other occasionally and pursed her lip. Enid's hand felt cold to her, which was saying something because Wednesday's hand temperature was probably close to freezing.

Wednesday stopped walking again, causing the werewolf to jerk to a stop as well. 

Enid looked at Wednesday curiously as the dark raven sighed, pulling off one of her gloves and handing it to her.

"I'm not giving you both," Wednesday warned. 

Enid smiled as she took the glove and wore it on the hand that faced the outside. "You don't need to," Enid said but then looked mischievous as she wriggled her fingers on her bare hand. "But there is a way to keep both our hands warm."

Wednesday looked at her curiously. 

Enid took Wednesday's gloveless hand, causing the other girl to tense up. Ignoring it, Enid stuck both their hands into her jacket pocket and started walking, giving no choice but for Wednesday to begin moving too. 

"Enid," Wednesday frowned.

"Shh," Enid comforted. "It's fine. They're not going to look behind because they're too scared you'll probably stab their eyes out."

With that reassurance (not that Wednesday needed it), Wednesday allowed the contact, walking quietly next to the blonde and keeping her warm. 

#wenclair #wednesday addams x Enid Sinclair #Wednesday x Enid #wenclairedit #wednesday #wednesday addams #wenclair fanfiction #wenclair fanfic #enid sinclair x wednesday addams #enid x wednesday

[fatuismooches]

Hi hi, first off I love scrolling your page. It has become part of my morning routine to read at least one of your posts before I do anything else. 2. I may not like Dottore but I do just wanna steal Pufftore for myself to cuddle.

In that sense, as something that was created and forgotten in the giant lab of his, Dottore truly forgot the thing existed until he spotted it in the room where reader was during their coma. He was ready to rush in and grab the "abomination" but ended up just standing there in the doorway and watching the creature climb on the bed and reader just subconsciously reacts the fluffball by turning their head slightly with no other movements.

It was the first time in maybe decades since reader has fallen into their second coma that he's seen reader react to anything. Even when he administered medicines and other treatments. Sometimes there would be small twitches of their fingers but nothing like them turning their head towards the creature who decided to nap right by their head.

The next time he visits reader, the fluffball had shifted to lay against readers side and he leaves it be, the creature wasn't doing anything but napping away. The day one of the younger segments burst though his office door in a panic, he is seen sprinting down the halls to reader's room. The door is slammed opened and there you are hugging Pufftore in one arm sleepily while another segment is taking your vitals. Reader who turned their head when he burst in smiled before asking, "did you make this cutie to keep me company while you were away?"

He didn't have the heart to tell them that it was an accidental experiment and was supposed to be destroyed. So he lied and said yes. Of course he and the other segments are jealous of the stupid creature getting all of the attention but reader as content with having a fluffy little companion while he was away at work. So the creature gets to live simply because it makes his s/o happy.

Sorry for the word vomit, it kinda got away from me ^^;

I'M LITERALLY GONNA CRY RN THIS IS AMAZING ANON 😭❤️ (And thank you so much!! I'm honored to be part of your routine 🥺🫶) ugh,,, i'm gonna be obsessing and brainrotting over this so hard...

Honestly, with all of the segments doing their own little experiments and the vast space of the lab, there are just things that are bound to get lost along the line. But they never care too much, because they tend to get bored with their experiments very quickly and forget about them when they stop being interesting. The blue abomination of a fox just so happened to be one of them. Discarded to the side with no real thought. He assumed it would up and die somehow but instead, he sees the unnamed creature clamber up your bed, with its stumpy little legs, and nuzzle into your sleeping body. And then you move. You move. He's been trying so, so hard to get you to react to something, anything, and a little abomination is the one who does it? All of his speeches and ranting to your sleeping self were that puny compared to this failed creature? He's upset but relieved at the same time. A part of you is still there, somewhere, at the very least.

The next time he comes, he finds that the disfigured fox had brought more... friends? Now little black puffs with a sole strand of blue hair rested around you. Dottore doesn't even remember creating those things... were they a byproduct of the first experiment?? As much as he wants to shoo them away from lying so comfortably on your body, he decides to leave them be. You seemed to enjoy them, despite not being conscious. Perhaps he should study them more in-depth? Maybe they were worth more experimenting on.

When you finally wake up, caressing that stupid fox and the bundle of small puffs jumping up and down around you excitedly, he can only say what will please you. In all honesty, he had no idea what the hell he was doing or thinking while making that abomination, he doesn't know why it has a fluffy tail and ears of a fox and the red eye and beak of a crow. And he doesn't find it cute in the slightest and can't see why you do but... it makes you smile. He can't bring himself to take away it, not when you've been so miserable with your illness.

The creatures definitely hide behind your leg so often, and then look up at the segments so smugly when you scold them for being mean to your pets. Ugh, sometimes they really want to strangle those things...

#smooches talks #fragile reader <3 #dottore love notes <3 #i am loving these foxttore/puffttore brainrots so much u don't understand #I LOVE THOSE LITTLE GUYS SO MUCH!!! #AND HELLO??? for someone who doesnt like dottore this was AMAZING ily SO GOOD!!!

[envy-of-the-apple]

Hi! I have a request, could you write meruem x reader (female). Fluff and he being overprotective over his lover, a oneshot or ongoing fic. Perhaps pregnant reader if you are ok with it ofc.

I don't do pregnancy sorry:( how about we compromise with a forced wedding trope:))))))

oh wow, you said fluff? does-does killing loved ones and forcing the love of your life to swear their life to you count as fluff? Istg I cant read I'm so sorry

(Dark content, forced marriage, implied murder, implied stalking)

You've heard what was happening in the Kakin Empire.

Just rumors. Murmurs whispered here and there. People were disappearing in droves, but no one knew what was really happening. Some people speculated of aliens finally touching the Earth, taking humanity into the stars. Others thought it was a government failure, a leaked chemical plant that was causing people to die and the Empire was just covering it up.

It was a tragedy, but you lived two countries away from the Kakin Empire. It wasn't supposed to effect you.

This was supposed to be the happiest day of your life. You were supposed to marry the man of your dreams. Live the rest of your life in marital bliss.

Now, the man you were about to swear your life to was dead, and someone else sat at your side.

You've never seen anyone like him. He was peculiar looking. Handsome, but his skin was an inhuman green color. You've never seen someone with a tail before. He was oddly beautiful, in a tragic sort of way.

But you could barely care about appearances, not with how effortlessly he started to massacre.

He called himself the King when he entered the venue. You thought him rude, at first, when he interrupted the ritual with his sudden presence. Your fiance looked annoyed at the appearance. You could see him turn, about to curse out the stranger.

In retrospect, you should be grateful his death was quick. Painless.

You don't notice his subordinates until they demand attention as well. Three, just as peculiar as their leader. One demands that everyone bow for their so-called King. When the crowd doesn't listen, still amassed in hysteria, you have a perfect view as his men begin to pick off the crowd one by one. The only ones left are the few that were smart enough to reel in their horror, slinking down to their knees.

And then there's you.

He's slow when he makes his ascension. You wonder if he was the personification of death itself, coming to claim you for his own. You wished he would, but instead, he stops, right by your side. Instead of killing you, he starts to speak.

He has a nice voice.

He says he's been watching you for a while. He says that in order to respect your tumultuous human customs, he will finish this ceremony with you so you two can be wed. Then, he sits down right next to you, urging the shaking priest to continue.

You don't acknowledge him, not at first. You're not smiling anymore. You don't stare into the remaining crowd, too scared to see who you also lost. Instead, you look down at your hands, draped in jewelry and henna. You continue to stare, reminiscing how just ten minutes ago, you were so so happy.

You wince when a hand reaches over to roughly grab your arm. It doesn't hurt, but it easily could have.

"You don't seem happy," He hisses, "I expect you to behave gratefully. It is an honor to marry a King."

You nod because you're a coward. You value your life more than your dignity.

"Yes, your Majesty," You respond quietly.

"You must not use titles when referring to me," He declares, "From now on, you will call me by my name or husband."

"I don't know your name." You respond.

Of course, you didn't know his name. The monster of the man who entered your life so suddenly. He's silent, and you wonder if that's the last graciousness he'll give you. If he's decided to slay you here, leave you for another more obedient one.

"Meruem," He finally responds, "My name is Meruem."

He doesn't speak another word, intently focusing on the priest. You both sit in silence, hearing the priest shakily recite the mantras, hearing your remaining family quietly sob on the floor.

He acknowledges you once more when he ties the mangal sutra around your neck. It's thin, discrete, and easily hides under your gaudy dress. Still, it feels like a chain that suddenly snaps in place, bogging you down.

You don't remember much after that. It's only after Meruem pulls you up, effectively pulling you back into reality. There are still many rituals to be done. He doesn't seem to care. You don't either.

He leads you away from the altar. Your bare feet hit the smooth tile as you are dragged outside. The anklets create small jingles, bells that ring your perceived fate. The men who came in with him, silently trail behind. The doors close behind you with a sickening thud, locking you away from your dream forever.

You wouldn't be able to bury him.

Meruem suddenly stops, turning back to you. He reaches up to your face as though he is fascinated. You can feel him wipe a tear off your cheek.

You hadn't even realized you'd begun to cry.

"I can make you happy," He promises, his voice small, so much different compared to how he spoke less than ten minutes ago.

You search his face. His eyes show a glimmer of loneliness. Desperation.

It's gone within a moment. The King takes a breath, removing his hand.

"Come," He says, the usual cruelty back in his voice, "We should return to the palace. Your new home."

#yandere #yandere meruem x reader #yandere hxh #forced marriage #shotgun wedding #get it? cuz-cuz he literally has you at gunpoint #tailpoint #dark content #blood #murder #this isn't fluff #dear god i am so sorry #meruem x reader #dark meruem

[sugar-omi]

okay, so i've been doing some thinking. i've been scrolling through your blog and i stepped upon these "cheating on cove with Baxter and the other way around" scenarios. (i'm sorry, i wasn't able to read them, my heart couldn't take it ;-;) but!

what if mc was like, in a normal relationship with Baxter. you know, a couple, maybe married later and stuff, while of course still being besties with Cove. later mc and Baxter have a kid together, maybe still a small baby but! plot twist! Baxter gets into an accident or something and dies. (i'm sorry, he's my favourite man but i had to kill him for that scenario:'))

mc is completely devastated and also a little panicked, because what about the baby? and then Cove stepps in, deciding to help his best friend take care of the little one and basically becomes its father. i recently watched a video of a dog "helping" a cat take care of her kittens, and there you have it.

this one may be boring, so feel free to ignore, but i can't stop thinking about it.

ITS OK<333 I figured some ppl didn't read it bc angst n pain</3 trust me I skip over angst all the time

(I even have the tag blocked😬 sorry angst writers but I will read it and not be the same for months, I read a kiribaku angst fic years ago, and was devesated for 4 months afterwards LMAO)

okay i... I cannot expand too much on this bc OUCH

(eta now that I've finished. who am I fooling? I rlly said that like I haven't wrote a whole novel 💀 anyway <3 this clearly made me pop off more than I thought I would bc I read this at first n was devastated!!! I had no words!!!! well clearly I found them LOL)

ALSO BORING??? ANON PLEASE.. BORING WHERE<///3

n im gonna fix the format later but for now here is the bare minimum. I'm going to bed rn so nini everyone enjoy a bit of angst I promise its fluffy as well<333

tags: Angst, Hurt/Comfort

p/n = parental name, since I wanted to leave flexibility for all the readers here <3

but anyway yeah cove would so step up for you

will follow you to the end of the earth and do whatever you need to help you work through this and to adapt to this sudden and unfortunate change

if/when your relationship starts becoming something romantic, cove would absolutely put the brakes on everything and you'd go so slow...

I imagine he'd probably move in with you or you with him, and he'd stay somewhere else (if you're living in his house he will leave anyway, he's a gentleman like that fr) so that way you can figure out if it's not just bc he's doing all these things n you're mistaking admiration for love

you'd spend the first year going super slow, as if you've never known each other before

which technically you haven't, since you've never dated before. but cove would go so far as to find out your favorite color, song, animal, food.. all over again, even though he has it memorized and knows your likes better than his own.

once cove is sure you're ready for this (after much talk between the two of you and even with your therapist that yes you've made enough progress and are emotionally ready for this) does he finally put a label on it

now if you get married...

I imagine cove won't propose at all

like I think you'd have to talk n almost beg him...

in that case he would do a small but grande gesture to propose. or he'd propose to you before you've even left the bed for the day... no inbetween

but like 8 times outta 10, you're gonna have to propose to him

he'd cry and hug you n say yes of course.

and unless you want to keep this outta your wedding, I think cove would include baxter in your wedding.

first, ofc you'd have the picture to honor his memory

but I think he'd even go so far as to have smth in his vows. but to start, he'd say smth like:

"I know the reason we became closer was unfortunate, but I'm so happy to be able to call you and [Child] my family. and I hope I can be a good father and husband"

and "baxter will always have a place in our hearts. even though he and I didn't get along at first (watery chuckle)... I'm glad he got to love you, and I hope he trusts me to love and cherish you the same way as well.."

also if you don't want to give up your wedding ring from baxter, I think cove would even go so far as to suggest combining it with his.

!!! omg I was gonna say your and baxter's wedding bands would be black, but I have another idea

okay now, for YOUR bands, I imagine they're either black or silver and yk those infinity(?) bands? that has the 2 types of metal or whatever

that's what cove would suggest doing. and if you are worried abt people asking why your bands are different, he'd get the same twisted band but silver with say a black diamond or smth. just smth to make it look like it's intentionally different colors but same design or smth

(im overthinking a bit but it's an idea right?! I'm not crazy??<////3)

or if you don't wanna do that, I imagine you can just slip it on a necklace or leave it as is, whatever you want. he wouldn't mind even if you kept wearing it, cove would never ask you to get rid of baxter's image or memory in any way, not unless it was a real problem and your attachment to him/his things was unhealthy anyway.

now for baxter's band... well if you didn't bury it with him, I imagine you'd give it to your child

another thing I think you could do w your wedding band as well, and give them both your bands to do whatever they want with. or if they don't want it of course you're not forcing them to keep it

even though they didn't get to know baxter, the way you and cove still cherish baxter's memory does help them feel something of a connection.

I also imagine baxter would take lots of photo n video w the kid, even though they're young n just a babe, theres so many videos of baxter looking n acting so loving w them

and even a couple where he's teary-eyed n all "imma do you right by you. I love you so much.."

of course, if the kid doesn't feel that connected to baxter since they were too young to know or rmbr anything, and they don't feel anything much other than sympathy and the occasional sting when they see how much baxter loved them, you don't force it.

you both know that baxter was basically a stranger to them and even though they still respect baxter and he has a place in their heart, they don't feel like they're lacking anything.

"I don't really know what to say.. or how to feel... I see how much [P/N] misses you sometimes, and we have pictures of you, and they talk about you and stuff...

but I don't feel like im missing a dad. I hope that doesn't hurt your feelings, I wish I knew you too. sometimes I wish you were still here, so I got to know you as well, even though I'm still happy to have dad cove for my dad.

I just wanna know what you were like. I wanna experience what you were like. I... I wanna miss you like everyone else misses you too...

anyway, just know that dad is great! he takes care of me and [P/N] really well! he makes breakfast in bed, and he does/used to do this thing where he lifts me in the air before bed! he's so cool. I see how he makes [P/N] happy as well, so don't worry. although, [P/N] said you always thought cove was reliable and a good guy so maybe you aren't worrying anyway.

well... that's it I guess. i hope ill get to know you one day, and maybe you can tell me you're glad to see dad took good care of us. goodbye,

baxter."

pa."

cove happily listens to anything they have to say on how they feel abt baxter btw. he accepts any of their feelings, be it that they don't feel anything at all, sympathy for others, or they feel sad abt losing him.

if they do say smth like how even though it's unfortunate and they feel bad for everyone who mourns baxter (for example/especially you), they see cove as their dad and don't feel like they're missing anything and they're happy to have cove for their dad.

ofc he cries n hugs them n tells them he loves em and he's happy n he comforts them if needed of course

I also think cove is very scared abt being a father

especially in this way... even if the kiddo doesn't remember anything, or it's hazy at best, he worries about replacing baxter.

he'd probably worry abt not living up to baxter

baxter was always much more mature, at least it seemed that way most times. cove just worries about if he has the backbone and the ability to parent the child well and be someone they can look up to and/or appreciate for being a good father

cries if they call him dad btw

if they do it before you start dating, I imagine it's one of the catalyst that cause you to talk abt your feelings for each other. or if it's in the early stage..

cove prbly freezes and runs away to the other room n freaks out, definitely cries. if you don't talk to him like right after he calls his dad n cries n shares his worries n fear

either way, when you do talk he's biting his nails n trying not to pace around the room and he's like "if you wanna distance yourselves so that they don't call me dad any more I totally understand, I mean idk it's prbly weird for you-"

n he just rambles. like none of it makes sense n u have to physically shut him up. kiss him, yell, throw a pillow, hit him w the child's stuffed animal, throw a single lego brick at his back and watch him fall to the floor like he just got a nuke thrown at him

if it's later on n theres nothing to worry abt bc youve talked abt this or saw it coming or its just the otherwise most natural step, he cries of course

but he doesn't fall apart from being his in the back w a single fucking Lego as if it hurt 🙄🙄🙄🙄 (I hate this man he's DRAMATIC)

well... actually no he does

hit him, kiss him, hug him, run him over w a hotel wheels truck.... he just cries harder

adopts them like immediately basically

I imagine you do it soon, like maybe before the wedding just so that way you can have a private moment (just to save him some embarrassment from ugly crying in front of your families. in fact he just might faint fr)

n you + the kiddo surprise him w adoption papers (depending on how old the babe is at this point, they have like no idea what's going on but they know that cove is now officially recognized by the whole world (even by the unicorns n wizards n warlocks) as their daddy))

imagine laying in bed w cove n the kid in between you two

and when you wake up, cove is alrdy awake and was watching you two. he was petting the kids wild hair and he had pulled the two of you in and kept you under his arm..

and the sunlight is coming in, the day is just perfect. n the look on cove's face is full of so much love but also a bit somber this time

(cove feels awkward being here like this sometimes. during times like this you have to remind him it's okay, and you pull him back in. of course he does the same for you on those days.)

"I love you two. so much..." he whispers, tears sticking to his lashes

the kid flips over, curling into cove and they stop their sleepy mumbling now that they're tucked into cove's chest, feeling warm, happy, and safe.

you whisper equally as tender. "we were meant to be like this too."

also!! smth I just thought of...

imagine the kid looks mostly/very much like baxter. they act very much like cove's kid

like you would think cove n baxter had a kid together LOL

(if the resemblance is too much, they ask if you're the step parent </3 pls Ik it may not make sm sense but I just think it'd be so fuckin funny)

#olba #our life: beginnings & always #cove holden #cove holden x reader #baxter ward #baxter ward x reader #angst #baxter ward angst #cove holden angst #angst with a happy ending

[odiesbun]

Hello! Could I request a TXT reaction when reader is distracted with anything and forgets to say "I love you" back to them? No angst. Just like, fluff/crack! :)

Their s/o forgets to say "I love you" back to them.

There may be errors in the text, as my native language is not English. Thank you for your likes and your request!

genre: fluff

warning: the author's dumb humor, in some places insults, quips, love, references to food and other memes.

w.c: 1.2k

a/n: I don't think that you like it, but I did it! And... My birthday is coming up(20.02), so I'm making something birthday-themed. It's a spoiler, yes. I love spoilers.

♡Yeonjun♡

Confessing your love to someone in a crowded place, when the conversation of passersby is like the buzzing of bees, with machinery beeping and making noise all around, was not the best idea.

You were at the airport and due to his tall stature, Yeonjun was much faster than you, so he pulled forward decently when he got the genius idea to confess his love for you.

- „You know what I'm ready to talk about forever? That I love you~“ - Being the prankster that he is, Yeonjun loved to embarrass you at absolutely random moments, just as he does now. But he didn't get your usual reaction or words, but he could definitely hear you walking right behind him, but silent, staring at something.

Yeonjun stopped, turned his whole body around, and, arms forward at his sides, stared at you with a suspicious squint. Without noticing him, you pressed your face into his body, instantly recoiling with a blush on your face.

- „Why did you stop so suddenly? I'm going to knock you down next time!“ - You exclaimed, fully convinced that this collision was not your fault. Yeonjun stood like a stone, a monolith, not even moving or changing his facial expression.

- „What...? Why are you looking at me like that?“ - With mute misunderstanding in your face, you gave in forward, squinting your eyes and peering at Yeonjun's magnificent face at the closest possible distance.

- „You'll admire me later. Better answer, why the hell didn't you tell me you love me?“ - Yeonjun snorted, offended. You laughed, tapping him lightly on the shoulder.

- „Yes, because I couldn't hear you in all that noise, Mr. 'I'm-abused-about-my-girl-for-she-didn't-hear-me-at-the-airport!“

Yeonjun smiled awkwardly, scratching the back of his head.

- „So you still love me, huh?“ - With hope in his eyes he stretched out, smirking.

- „Of course~“

♡Soobin♡

Yes... Soobin clearly didn't expect that the guys who suddenly showed up to visit you could interfere with your weekend movie night, which you always did.

Noise, laughter and shouting filled the remaining space in your room, you sat in the corner of the room watching five guys unleash their game on the console.

- „Oh, Soobin, you're good.“ - You chuckled as you watched your boyfriend expertly outmaneuver everyone in the game, honorably taking first place and the lead on the team without conceding to anyone.

- „Yeah, thanks, honey. Love you.”

The last word was erased by the guys' squeals characterizing their defeat, so you instantly covered your ears so your eardrums wouldn't burst and that's why you couldn't hear your boyfriend.

Soobin, on the other hand, was sure that you heard him one hundred percent, so he was outraged by your behavior and decided to make a proud, hurt look exactly until you asked him some question and he safely ignored you.

- „Soobin, can you hear me? Hello?“ - You swiped your hand in front of Soobin's concentrated face, who only grinned like an owl and blinked before returning to his game. - „Hey, are you ignoring me?“

- „Yeah, because you didn't answer him when he said he loved you!“ - Kai exclaimed, getting an annoyed look from Soobin and immediately hushed up. He clearly shouldn't have said that.

- „Ah? When was that?“ - You raised your eyebrows in surprise, not remembering when you could so deftly ignore such a charming guy.

- „When you praised him.“ - Taehyun encouraged the conversation with a smirk.

- „Ah, don't blow the office, I had such a good plan!“ - Soobin exclaimed irritatedly, tossing the joystick aside.

- „Well, I still love you~“ - you sweetly stretched out, winking at Soobin. His heart instantly melted and he fell theatrically to the floor, pretending to die.

- „Ah, this woman is so adroit at wrapping her beauty and charm around me!“

- „Ugh. Guys, can I get out of here, I'm not really interested in your tenderness?“ - Beomgyu grimaced, causing everyone to chuckle.

♡Beomgyu♡

Beomgyu always told you he loved you before he left for work. He thought it was a nice action, always kissing you on the cheek and telling you he loved you.

Today it was a little different. Besides being late for work, running around the house with his shirt backwards and one pant leg of jeans on, Beomgyu completely forgot to tell you that he loves you and to kiss you on the cheek in the usual way. You were in your headphones at the time, flipping your breakfast in a pan and then moving it to a plate.

- „Baby, I'm off! Love you!“ - Beomgyu smiled, about to open the door and walk out, but a deafening silence followed. Beomgyu froze for a few seconds, then walked to the doorway, thinking you might not have heard him. He squinted.

- „I love you.“ - He repeated, but there was no response. You danced slightly and a shadow of irritation flashed across Beomgyu's face. - „Oh, good. So you're ignoring me?“

- „Ah? Gyu, are you leaving already?“ - You took off one of your headphones, smiling. Beomgyu grimaced, but couldn't hold back a smile as you wished him good luck with his work and smiled.

- „I'll bite you if you don't tell me you love me again“ - Choi raised his eyebrows, smirking and waiting for you to put your headphones back on.

- „Did you say something?“ - You turned at the sound, but Beomgyu chuckled, waving goodbye.

♡Taehyun♡

Usually he always said he loved you before you went to bed. But tonight there was a mock altercation between the two of you in which you beat each other almost to death with pillows, so now you were lying on the bed, gasping with laughter.

Taehyun blurted out a smile as he threw an arm and a leg over you, raking you in an armful.

- „Let's go to sleep, honey.“ - He chuckled. You kept laughing, too, too excited after your battle with your boyfriend.

When you finally lay down, he buried his face in the pillow next to you, making his voice very hard to hear. And when he whispered the cherished words, you heard only a fragment of the phrase and didn't quite make it out, but you expected him to repeat it.

Taehyun rose on his elbows, arched an eyebrow skeptically. He propped his head up with his hand, watching your face innocently.

- „Did I do something wrong?“ - He pursed his lips, gently running a hand through your hair and ruffling it slightly.

- „What do you mean?“ - You smiled awkwardly, raising your eyebrows. Taehyun thought you didn't look offended, but his heart was bursting out in excitement and awkwardness.

- „You didn't answer me when I told you I loved you. Did I hurt you?“ - You blinked your eyes awkwardly, laughing the next second at the absurdity of the situation.

- „Taehyun, I just didn't hear you! Your voice was quiet, so I only heard a fragment of your sentence.“ - You explained, making Taehyun's eyes widen and become the size of two saucers.

- „Ugh, woman, I thought I had offended you! Don't scare me like that!!!“

♡Huening Kai♡

Actually, Kai didn't say in words at all the first time in your relationship that he loved you, he did it in words. And it took him quite a bit of time, confidence, and attention on your part to be convinced that you really are the perfect couple.

You were too focused with your thoughts at this point, deep in thought, when Kai uttered those words in a whisper.

- „I love you~“ - Kai stretched out sweetly, wrapping his arms around you and nestling into the curve of your neck. You were silent.

Kai pulled away awkwardly, frowning resentfully.

- „You don't love me!“ - He exclaimed loudly, crossing his arms. You came out of your trance with your mouth open in surprise and your eyebrows raised.

- „Kai! Why would you think that?“ - You frowned, too, clearly offended by such a statement. From the outside you would look like little five-year-olds kids.

- „You didn't tell me you loved me!“ - He spluttered, turning away from you.

- „Because I wondered! You could have repeated that word!“ - you exclaimed, tsking.

A two-minute silence hung between you, neither of you daring to break it. Kai moved softly toward you, touching your shoulder.

- „Y-You mean you were just thinking and didn't hear me?“ - He put his chin on your shoulder, sighed. You nodded.

- „Then I'll say it again... I love you~“ - Kai stretched out, smiling. You giggled.

- „I love you too~“

#kpop #odiesbun #reactions #tomorrow x together #txt #txt requests #txt reaction #txt reactions #txt fluff #txt crack #choi yeonjun #choi beomgyu #choi soobin #kang taehyun #hueningkai #tomorrow x together fluff

[the-ghost-king]

[Part 1]

"You can just call me Persephone you know," there's a slight tremble to her voice, Will can't quite place it, and it's not obvious enough to call her out on it, he only even catches it because of his musical inclined ear (Apollo score 1-2). He tried to ignore it, but he can't help but notice the weight her hesitant pause causes in the air around them.

He debates whether or not to say something, but she beats him to it. 

"For you, at least, I'm not so nice to everyone so don't be giving anyone else ideas. However you can address me without my title, it's fine." 

"It's an honor then," Will catches himself before he addresses her too formally, "Thank you."

She nods, somewhat stiffly. 

They continue their walk down the hallway, there's a tension in the air Will hasn't felt since he tried to date Drew. Not a mistake but, not his best decision either. 

“Would you like to cut through my garden on the way back?” 

He’s not sure where this is going, or what is happening, but she has always been kind to him so far. He, against the advice of many hero’s stories, will trust a god not to lead him wrong. To her credit, Nico is still alive and not killing your husband’s secret bastard has to require a lot more restraint than not killing his boyfriend.

Really Will is more like an accessory. He's like Ken. He thinks it would be nice if his job was beach. Though he thinks of Percy, and decides he would not like to be Percy. 

He realizes then that Persephone is staring at him, he can see her move her thumb to press on the joint of her pointer finger and the soft “pop” that emits as she cracks her joint.

“Oh yes, of course, I'm sorry- please, lead the way.” 

A smile blooms across her face, “Wonderful! Off we go then!” 

Will is pleased to get a good grade in appeasing goddesses. Or goddess. But he'll take it. 

She leads him this was and that, her steps both meandering and direct, until they arrive at a large open space. The ground is soft and plush, but it's the plants that take his breath away.

The garden is obviously meant to be approached from a certain angle, as his awe from seeing it before cannot be compared to his awe at seeing it now. Will is well versed in plants, demigods tendency to try and self destruct and his ability to patch them back together means he is well versed in many healing arts and plants are just another aspect of that. There are plants here though that Will has never seen or heard of, their leaves glisten in the ambient light, and each petal looks like it was cut from gemstones. There's a bioluminescent glow coming from many of the plants and the provide a soft patchwork of light that fills the space with many colors. 

“It's amazing,” Will says, at a loss for more eloquent words. 

“I'm glad you like it, I figured you would understand it's beauty. I'm glad you can appreciate it.” 

Will turns to her and smiles, “Well, of course, thank you so much for sharing.”

“C'mon,” Persephone waves him forward into the stone pathways of the garden, “we still have a ways to go.”

They walk in a more comfortable silence now, Persephone pausing briefly here and there to give extra attention to a flower or a bud. He watches her place a kiss to a glowing pink rose at one point and then feels confused as her face turns red. After that he feels nervous to touch anything, worried about the possibility of an allergic reaction if it was able to have such an effect on the goddess of spring and flowers.

“I actually was hoping to catch you alone,” Persephone rubs a hand up and down her shoulder.

Will hesitates again, but he would like to think he does a better job of masking his hesitation in his footsteps this time. He debates speaking but worries about ruining the moment. 

“What did you want to talk about? Or tell me I suppose?” He finished awkwardly. 

“Oh umm,” she twists a vine around her fingers, tumbling it over and over with a feigned causality, “it's a little complicated?” 

Will looks around and all he can see around them is an expanse of abundant wildlife growing, above water dripping of stalactites twinkles. 

“I think we have a little while before we reach the dining room again.” 

He gives her a comforting smile, and she smiles back. 

[Part 3]

#pjo #persephill #fanfic #part 2 and 3 have arrived!!

[sanjoongie]

Bloody Celebration SangGi~ Pt. 2

♡Pairing: Kang Yeosang x Reader (f) x Song Mingi

♡Genre: non-idol au, vampire au

♡Word Count: 2,511

♡Warnings: blood taking, blood play, mxm, oral (f recieving), premature ejaculation, penetrative sex (no barrier), f and m orgasms

♡Rated: 18+ MDNI, smut with no plot

♡Part One from Kinktober~ Mutual Masturbation

♡Dedication~@mejuii​​ @downtoamagicalland​​ thank you for beta reading, what would I do without you

Mingi always treated you like a porcelain doll when you were on your period. He was aware of the dull pain in your abdomen, even how your cunt and breasts could ache. But that didn't mean he suffered. No, Mingi made the things you hated the most about being on your period the best.

You were in a white chemise that cupped your breasts and then flowed down your body, to hit your thighs. Mingi insisted you don white panties too, all the better to stain them with your flow. For Mingi, nothing was more beautiful than seeing red on white; the pure being stained.

Yeosang was donned in white as well. It balanced well with his skin. The flowing white shirt tucked into tan, soft pants gave you all the illusions that you were from another time.

Yeosang carried you in his arms out of the bathroom, the same way he had carried you into it. Yeosang gently placed you in the bed, like you were a virgin being sacrificed; you were to be revered and adored. 

Mingi climbed onto the bed, hands and knees taking steps to be closer to you. "Looks like I got a gift for coming home early."

"Mingi, I'm sorry." Maybe if you apologized enough, Mingi would lessen Yeosang’s punishment.

Mingi cupped your ankle, bringing the soft flesh to his lips. He kissed up to the crook of your knee before pinning you with his gaze. "Did Yeosang make you feel good? Did you like his fingers inside of your poor aching cunt?"

Yeosang whined and so did you. Yeosang was still standing on the side of the bed. "Please, Master."

Mingi ignored his newest creation’s pleas. "She honors me, Yeosang, to trust me both in between her legs and to drink her moon's blood."

Mingi pushed up the hem of your dress until he revealed your simple cotton panties. There was a stain of your blood, you could feel it pooling there. Mingi started back up kissing the inside of your thigh. 

You peered down the length of your body to watch as Mingi’s mouth came to your mound. He gave it a reverent peck quickly before addressing Yeosang. "You haven't earned this yet, young blood."

Yeosang folded his arms over his chest. "She trusted me. That is proof enough."

Mingi raised an eyebrow at his protégé. "You have significant restraint and because of that, you'll get a reprieve."

Yeosang’s eyes lit up. "How can I serve?"

Mingi caught his tongue between his teeth flirtatiously. "You'll witness the bond me and my pet have during this moment."

Mingi poked his tongue to your hole, underwear still a barrier between him and your sweet core. The material grew more red and Mingi moaned at the temptation of your sweet blood. Your hands gripped the bed under you, sheets bunched up between your white knuckles. Mingi interlocked his fingers with yours. He then gently nosed your clit, tongue running up and down your slit through your underwear. You writhed for him, hips searching for more pleasure.

“Are you ready for me, my pet?” Mingi studies you astutely.

You panted but manage to clear some of your pain and pleasure addled brain to say, “Yes, Master.”

Mingi removed your underwear and the term ‘eat you out’ suddenly sounded like it was made for him. Mingi’s long tongue came out to delve into you. The messier it was, the happier Mingi was to slurp and drink you up. Of course he was gentle, always aware of your sensitivity but the true pleasure of licking your pussy when you were on your period was that Mingi could smear all the blood and desire over his face. He only had to raise his face a bit and your heart was beating out of your chest. Somehow, that dash of fear simply only added to the fun of the bedroom. He looked like an animal half crazed over your blood and wetness and it flat did it for you.

Yeosang was not faring so well. Watching you writhe for Mingi while he got to pleasure you, scratch that, giving you the pleasure he was so desperate for as well, was torture. He could smell your blood and arousal in the air and it was torturing him that much more. His cock was pressed up against his pants, painfully so, that even shifting from foot to foot stimulated him. Mingi was truly not impressed that Yeosang had been capable of finding a loophole around his rules he had set down before he had left.

“Watch her come undone for me, Yeosang. She is mine and don’t you forget that,” Mingi whispered with such intense possessiveness that Yeosang shuddered at the tone.

“M-master,” You stuttered, hips bucking forward and rising, body searching for your orgasm.

Mingi settled a large hand over your abdomen to keep you in place so that his tongue could circle and circle your engorged clit until your second orgasm washed over you. This one took you like a gentle wave and you grunted softly. Your body relaxed as Mingi eased you through your pleasure, finally twitching when Mingi was overstimulating you. You whimpered and he raised his head from between your thighs. 

Mingi hadn't consumed all your release and Yeosang wasn’t sure what that meant. Mingi moved upwards so that he could push your hair away from your face. “What can you take from me, my pet?”

You wound your arms behind Mingi’s neck. “ ‘missed you. Please. Need you inside of me.”

Mingi chuckled deeply. “That desperate for me?”

You pouted. “Mingi, please.”

Mingi grinned widely. He was more than pleased that you wanted him. In fact, it always warmed his dead heart that you wanted this from him. “I’ll have to partake in some blood.”

“Don’t go,” You whined, clinging to him even more.

“I don’t have to go anywhere. I can just take from Yeosang.”

The ball dropped and Yeosang took a while to figure out exactly what Mingi was implying. 

“M-me?” Yeosang stuttered, “Why?”

Mingi raised an eyebrow. “You drank earlier, did you not?”

Yeosang nodded cutely.

“So, you didn’t need any blood and yet you were still greedy for my pet’s?” Mingi pushed.

Yeosang shook his head. “Not greedy.”

How was Yeosang supposed to articulate how he felt, laying on the bed beside you, listening to you whimper about the pain but his cock was rock hard because he could smell your blood. Yes, he wanted your blood, he was a goddamn vampire, but more importantly, he wanted that taboo combination of cum and blood on his lips. He craved it.

“Then you will provide me with blood. Just enough so that I can fuck my servant,” Mingi said with no room for argument.

You watched through hooded eyes as Mingi moved away from you, if only to meet Yeosang halfway. “Let’s put on a show for her, shall we?” The master vampire suggested.

Mingi was behind Yeosang, rearranging the new vampire to his preference. He pulled open the ties to Yeosang’s pants, pushing them down his hips until his cock was pulsing with need out of his pants. Mingi’s arms went around Yeosang’s rib cage, to hold him in place while he bit him. Except a bite is not simply a bite with Mingi; his bites are orgasmic. So Yeosang knew exactly what he was in for. 

Mingi’s teeth sank into Yeosang’s barred shoulder where his shirt fell prettily off. Mingi drank deeply from Yeosang, eyes closed in satisfaction for only a moment but his eyes glowed red and Yeosang cried out. Yeosang’s cock was weeping with cum, lazily spurting it all over his cockhead. You watched in fascination as his cum dripped over his pretty cock. Your body moved before you realized what was going on. You wanted to clean Yeosang up and taste him. But when you heard a low growl from Mingi, you knew that wasn’t in your cards… at least, not right now.

“Such an easy lay,” Mingi tsked after he had drunk his full. “You come from just one bite. You’re not very useful, are you, Sangie?”

Yeosang whimpered, chin tucked into his other shoulder in shame. “I can be useful.”

“Master,” You whined as Mingi moved back to you, leaving Yeosang like a limp doll to be tossed aside. “You can’t leave him like that.”

“He likes being used like that. He likes being degraded. He likes coming quickly,” Mingi growled.

You reached out, your fingertips barely making contact with Yeosang’s. “Sangie,” You cooed. “You look pretty like this,” You bit down on your lip, “You look pretty used by our master.”

Yeosang shuddered delicately. “Don’t.”

“I’m ready for you, my pet,” Mingi said, bringing your attention back to him.

Your legs were still spread from when Mingi’s face was between them, your lower half a bit messy from where Mingi had been eating you out. Mingi’s face was still covered in your blood and your cum and now Yeosang’s blood. He looked like a half-crazed animal and it shot another jolt of fear up your spine. Mingi had already ditched his pants and that left him in his button down that he had worn at the conference with the other vampires. 

“My pussy needs you,” You whined, “Need you inside of me. Fill me up, Master, fill me.”

Mingi lined himself up with your hole then got a boyish look on his face. “Did you get wet from watching Yeosang and I?”

You raised your hips, Mingi’s cock running along your wet inner lips. “Of course, how could I not?”

Mingi braced his body above yours, leaving barely any space in between, careful not to put his body weight on your but wanting to be close with you. His nose nudged your collarbone. “Do you think Yeosang will get wet from watching us?”

You turned your head to meet Yeosang’s lustful gaze. This was almost a mirror image of how the two of you had been before Mingi had come home. Yeosang was on his side, now, his wound from Mingi’s bite closed up but the leftover blood was still there. His hair was carelessly tossed over his face but you could see his birthmark. 

You squealed in surprise as Mingi laid beside you on the bed, gently moving your body so that you were turned to face Yeosang now. “This is a perfect view for you, Yeosang,” Mingi teased. 

Mingi lifted your leg and Yeosang’s eyes went to the junction between your thighs. You bit down your lip as Mingi eased between you, taking his time, tiny thrusts pushing himself further and further into you. And Yeosang truly did have a perfect view of his Master’s dick pushing inside of you. He bit down on his lip and groaned as his dick throbbed back to life.

Your head was cushioned by Mingi’s arm, your lips parted as you made small noises of pleasure. “M-mingi,” You moaned.

“Is it too much?” Mingi murmured, careful, always careful of how delicate you were.

You shook your head, “No. Feels good.”

Once Mingi was fully seated inside of you, he rocked against your body, not eager to go anywhere quickly, simply enjoying the feeling of your body cupped by his. “Feels good how, my pet?”

You licked your lips, eyes unfocused so you could feed Mingi’s ego. “Stuffed, Master, you make me feel stuffed. You’re so big but it’s not overwhelming, it feels gooooood.”

Yeosang whined. Now his cock was surely hard all over again. He couldn't help it. You looked fucked out of your mind and Mingi had barely begun to fuck you. Then Mingi’s mouth started again. He could see the crescent moons of his master's eyes above the small swell of your shoulder. 

“Bigger than Yeosang, I bet,” Mingi teased. His mouth dotted hot kisses along the slope between your neck and shoulder.

“I…” You tried your hardest to speak up but it was hard when Mingi was nudging that soft spot inside of you. “I’ve never had him yet, Master.”

“Well, just look at him,” Mingi prompted. “Pretty tiny compared to me, hmmm?”

Yeosang wanted to curl up on himself and die. And yet his dick throbbed painfully, letting him know this was exactly what he wanted.

What Mingi didn’t understand is his prompting simply got you thinking of Yeosang’s cock instead of your master’s. “Want him in my mouth,” You groaned. 

“Tsk, Naughty pet,” Mingi said without any bite in it, “Am I not fucking you good enough that you’re thinking of Yeosang and not me?"

“You're the one that made him come all over himself. His pretty cock. I wanted to clean him up. Your fault,” You pouted.

Mingi chuckled darkly. “Alright, alright. Don’t rile yourself up. This is about you, remember? We’re distracting you from your pain. And I’m getting to fuck my servant’s tight, wet, bloody heat.”

You and Yeosang groaned together. Mingi loved when you both did that. 

“I suppose Yeosang has suffered enough,” Mingi relented.

Yeosang perked up slightly. He had figured his ‘reprieve’ had been to come when Mingi’s had bit him. He didn’t figure he was getting anything else tonight.

“If you are careful,” Mingi stressed the last word heavily, “And I mean gentle, you can lick this one’s pretty pussy and help her come. If I hear any whimper that you’re being too rough with her, I will make you pay.”

Yeosang shivered. He knew he wasn’t in any danger; he was a vampire too! But the threat that Mingi would do unmentionable things to him if he made you uncomfortable flat did it for him. 

Yeosang shimmied down until his face was level with your cunt. It was swollen and pink and Mingi was right, it was very pretty. His eyes rolled up to watch you as his tongue carefully touched your clit. 

“Hnnnnnn,” You cried out.

“Good or bad?” Mingi demanded immediately.

“Good, good, good,” You chanted.

The combination of the careful strokes Mingi was doing inside of you and the kitten licks Yeosang applied to your clit, had you coming. It was stronger, harder, better than the previous two. In the aftermath of your climax, you felt the pleasant glow of simply being taken care of. You remained on your side, Mingi still behind you, while Yeosang cuddled up to the front of you. 

“This is perfect,” You murmured, feeling the need to say more than you physically felt capable of.

“I’m glad to be home,” Mingi agreed.

Yeosang hummed in agreement.

“But if I wake up to find Yeosang’s small dick in your wet mouth, there will be hell to pay. Again,” Mingi growled.

“But Master!” You protested. “You wake up before Yeosang and you know he likes it when I wake him up like that!”

Mingi snuggled into your body even more. “I mean it. I don’t want to be grumpy when I wake up”

“Yes, Master,” You and Yeosang said together.

But by the sneaky grin on Yeosang’s face, he’d find another loophole again.

Xxx

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[diminuel]

An underrated part of the confession scene is Dean saying

“…she’s going to come through that door and she’s going to kill you, and then me”

because like, it’s saying

Dean knows Cas, who is not the true target of Billie's wrath, is going to get in between them to protect Dean and Dean can’t do shit to stop Cas and he knows it, and

Billie wants Dean to suffer for what he’s done to her and he knows that she knows that watching Cas die for his sake is going to destroy him more then actually killing him eventually will

and then of course Cas goes and dies in front and for Dean anyway. And honestly it could be argued Billie does get Dean in the end, Cas dies to take her down and Dean has just…given up by the time he gets impaled in that barn, much like he’s done in the past when Cas has died, it just took longer this time and he hid it better. Tho at least he gets to heaven and isn’t thrown in the Empty like she planned so she didn’t fully “win” there.

But yeah, Dean knows Cas WILL die first because of Dean, he has not hope Cas survives or is spared for the above reasons and it’s tearing him up so bad before Cas just derails him with like, his worst nightmare*

*(That worst nightmare being:

Cas dies in front of him

That Dean has personally corrupted poisoned, and ruined Cas somehow is being proven because Dean taught him to love

Cas confirming he’s choosing to die FOR Dean because Cas loves him therefore:

~*~Everyone Dean loves will choose to leave him eventually forever because he’s poison and ruins them~*~

Soooo yeah. We all rightfully rage against the 15x20 aka Rusty Nail ending as like the worst ending for Dean, that him dying young on a hunt after never finding love or happiness of his own to keep, was an uninspired and a very “Chuck Wins, the brothers can’t escape their Season 1 character archetype” end, but Dean's own personal&emotional&spiritual “death” happened in 15x18, where almost every secret fear Dean's heart is proven “true” only he was still technically alive after)

Wah.

Cas will try to save Dean and Dean will have to watch Cas die (again) before he too will die. :'CCC

And I'm still so angry at that finale to give us a Dean who we have no reason to believe that he even tried to save Cas the moment that Chuck stopped being a problem. He says, shortly before he gets killed on screen, that the way to honor the people they've lost is by living and he doesn't even do that. Like... ugh. (I will never be over that, will I?)

Though I don't think I agree with you regarding Cas' death reinforcing Dean's thoughts that everyone chooses to leave him because he is poison. You can certainly make an argument for that, especially considering how Dean isn't even trying once he gets out of that dungeon. He can keep up the front long enough to survive, but he's on his way out. And I love that angst.

But I feel it would do Cas a disservice, so I don't really want to interpret it that way *lol* (also, I want to undo 15x20 so I don't tend to follow through to the bitter end) I mean disservice in the sense that Cas' heartfelt words would completely miss their mark. Despite the fact that Cas wanted Dean to understand just how much he is loved by him, by Dean embedding that love into a narrative of "I'm poison, everyone is leaving me" it gets twisted - not an emotion that Cas is feeling freely, but a flaw. And also a disservice because it would turn the love confession from a key moment for Cas to a boy melodrama moment for Dean *lol* Like, would he just not try to get Cas back because Cas being stuck in the empty is better than being out and loving Dean?

So yes, if we follow it to the bitter end, which is the mimepire fatality, then yes, I think your interpretation makes a lot of sense.

I just want to live in that moment after 15x18, where there was so much possibility for love to triumph instead of Chuck eventually winning whether he planned it that way or not.

But I'm glad that no matter how we interpret it we are in agreement about 15x20. Burning rage that can only be soothed by being undone in my opinion X3

#Anon #Diminuel replies #Supernatural #Destiel #15x20 mention

[queseraone]

Alright, next question: we’ve done favorite Chenford episodes, but what are your 5 favorite non-Chenford episodes and/or storylines and/or multi-episode arcs?

I sort of answered this one here, but that was specifically about favourite non-Chenford episodes, so I'm going to answer this with a mix of episodes and storylines/arcs.

It's really, really hard for me to separate Chenford from The Rookie, because clearly they're my favourite part (shocking, I know). So there are certainly more I'd love to include in this list, but tried to exclude because while I love every part of them, I love the Chenford parts most of all. (Looking at you Standoff (1x09) and Plain Clothes Day (1x14) and about a dozen more....)

1. The Dark Side (2x10) and Day of Death (2x11) - Sorry not sorry, this is absolutely the top of the list. Yes, lots of Chenford, which we love, but as an overall arc it's phenomenal. Everything from the Lucy/Jackson/Nolan/Armstrong bar night to the Angela/Wesley parts to the perfect creepiness of Rosalind Dyer to (yes, duh) the Chenford of it all. And I'll rave about the acting and the scenery and the sound editing (the song choices, and of course the use of silence) until the end of time, because it's just so, so good. (I'm resisting the urge to add Now and Then (2x12) to this, because while it's still a part of the arc, it leans more heavily on the Chenford side... but I can't leave this without celebrating them continuing the story beyond just the little bubble of those two episodes. It's truly refreshing that they didn't gloss over Lucy's recovery and have everything just back to normal right away.)

2. Safety (2x07) - I yammered on a bit about this here, but I LOVE this episode, and Tim and Lucy don't interact in it at all. I don't think there's anything I dislike? Football Tim cold open ✅, Tim and Nyla and the challenge coins ✅, the beginning of the Lucy/Nyla duo of awesome (seriously, everything at the bomber's house) ✅, Angela being a sassy queen in her security gig ✅, and how Tim and Jackson's football storyline suddenly tied in with Angela's story ✅. One of my absolute faves!

3. Man of Honor (3x10), Triple Duty (3x13), and Threshold (3x14) - I'm specifically talking about Tim as Angela's man of honor. Their friendship is amazing, and seeing this all play out is so much fun. Tim bursting into the bridal shop ("you're going into labor?") is hilarious, and then him helping her find a dress?? Ugh my heart! THIS FRIENDSHIP!!! And then Tim and Nolan trying to reduce the guest list, and Tim and Jackson showing up with riot shields??? I love it all so much. (Doesn't hurt that it culminates with Tim in a tux *fans self*)

4. The Q Word (2x19), The Hunt (2x20), and Consequences (3x01) - I'll give credit where credit is due, I absolutely did not see the Armstrong twist coming. It all seems glaringly obvious now, but hindsight is 20/20. This is one of my favourite arcs. It was unexpected, a great Nolan/Harper team up, brought Rosalind back, and just really exciting to watch. (And while I don't hate Nolan like so many others, I do enjoy when he gets knocked off his pedestal a little bit and faces some real challenges.)

5. Greenlight (1x12) - PAIN. I miss Andersen so much, she was an absolute badass. I can't watch this without crying, and that alone speaks to the power of this episode.

Oh, and for shits and giggles, I'm also going to name my least favourite...

I hate, hate, hate that arsonist arc from early season 4. It was painfully obvious who the real killer was - literally the moment I saw him I was like "yup, there's your guy". It was just too much. It felt like a departure from the overall tone of the show, just way too dark, and yet somehow also leaned into a bit of a cartoonish depiction of a villain? The worst.

(Oh, and the double dose of shoving of The Rookie Feds down our throats backdoor pilot for The Rookie Feds is a close second... hated everything about it.)

Part of me wanted to add Under Siege (5x22) to the favorite arcs list, but since it's still ongoing, I will instead say I can't wait to see how to all plays out! Love seeing this team come together for each other!

#asked and answered #makeitastrength #chenford #the rookie #the rookie questions #opinions #episode rankings

[andithewhumper]

Experimentations Chapter 1: Nets and Traps

content: avian whumpee, scientist whumper, female whumper, nets, capture

Started this rp a while ago and wanted to post it. I'll be updating regularly. There is a bit of a backlog for this one. :)

Streak was stuck. He wasn't panicking, because obviously everything would be fine. Everything always was, and eventually this would be too. He just couldn't move. Or see. That was the more pressing concern, actually, the seeing part. The net he'd triggered had closed up quite tight, and his wings burritoed him. He couldn't see anything but feathers, and that was a bit of a problem. 

"Helllooooooo..." He cried out again, wriggling uselessly. He strained to hear if anything was around, but he couldn't tell. His feathers may have blocked his vision and hearing, but at least they would insulate him if he was still here when night fell. He wouldn't die of exposure, and that was good! Perhaps the only good news he had right now.

---

Dr. Vaughn hadn't wanted to get her hopes up today. The usual migration patterns of the avians in this area dictated that this late in the season it was very unlikely that there were any avians coming through this stretch of forest. When she got the notification that her trap had triggered she was thrilled. She only hoped that it hadn't been triggered by a deer again. When she arrived to the site she held back a gasp. The avian she caught was an adult with large dark brown wings. She couldn't quite tell if the avian was male or female due to the amusing predicament it had gotten itself into. That was until the creature gave out a low cry. Dr. Vaughn smiled. She had caught a male. She imagined he would put up an honorable fight. She pulled down the lever that controlled the trap and watched with intrigue as the net fell from its suspended position. The net, of course, remained firmly trapping the avian.

He let out a shout as he plummeted, his wings straining against the net instinctively, trying to catch him. But it didn't work, and he fell hard, with another shout. It hurt, a lot, but nothing was broken. He flexed his wings, making sure. Bruised, yes, but not broken. "Please, let me out!" He called, figuring someone must be there. "There's been a mistake! I'm not a bird, as I'm sure you can see! I'm an avian!" He wriggled around more, but there wasn't much he could do. Or anything he could do. "I understand the confusion, as I am devastatingly gorgeous and expertly preened-" thank you Loe, "But I am, in fact, sentient, so if you could please cut the net?"

Dr. Vaughn smiled at the avian's cries. She walked over to uncover a cart that was tucked away behind a large tree. She pulled the cart over to the avian and unhooked the latch in the back, making a small click as the metal was freed. She smirked again at the avain's words. He was arrogant, that was for sure. All the better; the arrogant ones were always the loudest. Dr. Vaughn crouched down next to the avian who, despite claiming he was well-preened, was currently a frantic ball of feathers. She reached out and picked up a large feather that had come loose in his struggle. It was a long feather, most likely from the outer wings and, to the avian's credit, was in near perfect condition. It was a chocolatey brown with black accents. Dr. Vaughn smiled, highly pleased with her capture. "Don't worry," Dr. Vaughn said lowly, leaning toward the avian, "I am well aware that you are sentient. I'm a scientist. Rest assured you're in good hands. My name is Doctor Vaughn."

"Cool, very cool," he commented anxiously, still unable to see who it was. "I don't need a doctor, I'm great, I am. So if you can please just let me out-" His struggles renewed and a hand punched through a hole in the net. He waved and laughed awkwardly. "Hi there. Please let me out now." He was running out of patience. "I need to get home now, I've been here a while now and I need to get going." He was worried, he needed to get home. Loe would be worried, he was supposed to be home soon. He was only going out for a fun flight.

Dr. Vaughn chuckled. "You misunderstand me. I am not a medical doctor, I'm a scientist, a researcher if you may." The doctor rolled up her sleeves and grabbed the bottom of the net, then she hoisted the avian into the cart, only straining a small amount despite the weight of the adult male. She situated the ball of feathers carefully in the bed of the cart and latched the gate back. When she stepped away she noticed that the avian had shifted enough that his eye was visible. She leaned down to examine it. His eye was a stunning shade of brown that was widened in confusion. Dr. Vaughn gave him a gleeful smile. "And you won't have to worry about your home. You won't be going back there any time soon." 

Next

#avian whumpee #wing whump #scientist whumper #whump

[fics-a-plenty]

A First Hunt (Part One)

Yautja x Human!Reader (Both GN)

Word count: 974

I don't really know what sparked this one. It just kind of happened, but I do have an idea for a part 2/bonus part, so let me know if you guys wants to see that.

As usual, please let me know what you think.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" You asked, blinking hard as your eyes tried to adjust to the bright light inside of the helmet that was just placed on your head. "I've never actually hunted. The only things I've taken down, you've done all the work and just helped me finish." You tried not to sound worried, but even you could hear the faint shake in your voice.

Your eyes stuck to the figure in front of you as they adjusted straps and such to adorn you with, much smaller than you've ever seen, Yautja armor. They seemed unphased by your concern and fully focused on what they were doing. You reached up, struggling for a moment to remove the helmet, "What if I'm not ready for this? What if I can't take this on?"

"Then you die, and we move on." A new voice said from behind you. Your head turned as much as it could, seeing one of your mate's hunting partners come in. Of course it was the one that still hasnt warmed up to you. They didn't even try to hide the slight look of disgust as they looked over you, their eyes lingering on the fact that your mate was putting your armor on.

"You will not die. We won't let you." Your mate said, a slight growl directed at their partner lead to a small argument that you didn't understand. By the time their strange noises came to an end, it had done nothing to help the worry growing inside of you. Though your panic was paused as the feeling of big hands on the side of your face. "We will be nearby and watching. The elders understand that you Oomans are not as hardy or strong as a us Yautja. We can step in if you need the help, but that will end the hunt for you. If you're going to prove yourself, it has to be you."

"Don't Yautja usually do their first hunt in parties?! Shouldn't I have someone to hunt with?" You blurted out quickly. While you hadn't ever seen the Unblooded leave or return from their first hunts, you had heard so many stories, mostly horror about losing their teammates or barely making it out alive. Your breathing began to pick up again as the panic returned, the voice in your head convinced that you were either going to die or shame your mate forever in some way.

You knew most of the rules of the hunt, but that didn't mean you understood everything. You didn't know what would happen if you should fail. Would your mate think that you were unworthy and just drop you at some uninhabited planet to fend for yourself? Would they even let you back onto the ship?

The sounds a soft clicks and purrs began to invade your thoughts. "You have nothing to worry about, Mate. You have trained with us and seen many hunts, more than the Unbloodeds before their first hunts. You know what to do. It is an honor for the Elders to accept your request to do this hunt. They would not agree if they thought it would be unreasonable." The reminder that you had asked seemed to sting.

Yes, you had asked, but it was mostly out of respect. You never thought that your mate, let alone the Elders would agree to this. This was your own fault.

You took a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves and center your thoughts. You began to repeat your mate's words to in your head, reminding yourself that they would be right there with you, that everyone seemed to have faith that you could do this... well, almost everyone.

Your mate's partner started spouting off a code, repeating it when you looked over and gave them your full attention. Your eyes followed as they motioned to the small, computer-like, gadget strapped to your wrist. "The code to end it if you get defeated, because you-" Their words had been ringing so loud in your ears that you hadn't even noticed the now booming growl coming from your mate before the stepped in front of you.

To you what followed seemed like just a roaring fight between some Earthly predators, though you were sure they the two beings were in an actual yelling match, before the other Yautja ended up promptly leaving, the room then falling into a tense silence.

"If I fail this-" You began to ask, though your mate was quick to interrupt to say that you wouldn't fail, "<i>If</i> I fail," you began again, uninterrupted this time, "what does that mean for you? For us? I shame both of us if I can't do this on my own, don't I?" You watched the tension tighten their shoulders as they stood up straighter.

They said nothing as they turned to face you again, placing their hands over yours before guiding your hands to put the helmet back into place. You heard a translation to your own language echo out over the faint sound of the Yautja language, "You won't fail this hunt. I won't let you."

You didn't even have time to process or understand what those words even meant, as they grabbed your arm and started leading you towards the bay door to the planet outside, pausing only momentarily to grab their helmet and some last minute weapons. You said nothing as you followed them, stepping out into the bright light of the multiple suned planet.

This was it. The ground beneath you would either become a place of honor for you, where you would officially be accepted into your mate's community, or it would become your death bed, where your mate and their partners may just leave your body to rot alone in your own dishonor.

#predator x reader #predator x human #yautja x reader #yautja x human #reader insert

[willowfolksong]

Hiya!! you did absolute justice for my request Learning time with Gojo-sensei!! You fr got me blushing and shii😏can you do me the honor of writing a fem x reader with Noritoshi Kamo being undoubtedly and positively whipped for you but he’s such a stuck up because he’s the head of the clan. Your choice if you want NFSW/SFW..p.s you’ll be seeing my requests more often cus I LOVE YOUR WORK😘Have yourself a SUPER New Year!!

the archer and the prey

- Noritoshi Kamo x Reader

- SFW

a/n: hiiiiii anon!!! first of all thank you so much for your words 🥺🥺 I'm so happy you like my works!!! so here it's your request! I hope you can see it, even tho is been a long time! I know I have another one from you, so I decided to do that one NSFW 😏 and leave this one SFW. I hope you like it!!!

Love,

Willow ☀️

(Requests are currently closed, but I'll let you know as soon as they open ☀️)

You take a closer look at the arrow in your hand.

'You would rather stab yourself in the eye with it than asking Noritoshi how was everything in Tokyo'

So instead you say "I hope you're not too rusty. Or did going to Tokyo make you suck even more?"

Silence is your answer.

You peak at Noritoshi from behind your hair. He's busy staring at the ground, brows furrowed and hands tightly wrapped over his lap.

'What on earth?'

"Hey" you try again, pursing your lips "Are you listening to me? Or are you deaf?"

At that he clears his throat, standing a bit straighter, but still not looking at you "I can hear you perfectly well, thank you"

"Oh really?"

"You have the irritating voice of a banshee…" he starts, only to stop himself short and whisper something under his breath.

You arche one eyebrow, standing up "Huh? What was that?"

"I meant that yes" he finally says, after an awkward pause of fidgeting quietly with this sleeves "I can hear you perfectly well"

"Oh" you look around, suddenly feeling very uncomfortable. It's not your fault not knowing how to react to a calmer, not insulting you all the time Noritoshi. "Well then? Are we going to practice or what?"

"Yes, let's practice"

But it's imposible to concentrate like this, in total silence. That's not how you're used to practice your archery. Where's the yelling? Where's the sarcasm, and the thin veiled comptent? You miss the target and click your tongue, looking at Noritoshi out of the corner of your eye, and preparing yourself for some scolding.

"Try again" it's the only thing he says instead.

'Seriously, what's happening?'

You've known Noritoshi since the two of you were nothing but toddlers. As the sole heir to a minor subject clan to the Kamo family, you were practically forced by your parents to be friends with Noritoshi. A stuck up, always serious little kid who's first words to you were:

"If you're not going to be useful, then don't bother me, please"

Yes, fun times.

Since then, your relationship had pretty much consisted in trading insults and mocking each other, usually during archery practice. It was an unspoken tradition between the two of you: go to the practice field every day at dawn, stay there for around three hours practicing your aim and honeying your ability to withstand barbed coments if you missed, and then calling it a day, not before discretely —and of course, trying to not making it sound as if you cared— giving each other some piece of advice.

You miss again, and the arrow ends up falling directly to the ground, a couple of feet away from the target. You huff, cheeks burning. A shot like that is embarrassing, especially for someone that is supposed to have mastered the bow by now, and so you turn and wait for Noritoshi to tell you exactly that.

"Let's call it a day" he says instead, without even looking at you.

"You must be joking" you half yell, and he stops in his tracks and turns slowly towards you, clearly surprised at the tone in your voice "That's all you have to say to me?"

"Pardon?"

"Oh don't pardon me!" you say, throwing your bow to the ground and marching straight towards him. He watches you closely, and doesn't says anything as you jammer a finger to his chest "You know that was the worst shot ever! It was embarrassing! It was lame!"

Noritoshi's left eye trembles "I suppose it was bad, yes"

"You suppose?" you ask, eyes widening "You were paying attention, right?"

"Yes I was"

"Then?" you yell again, and then take a deep, angry breath before opening your eyes and crossing your arms in defiance "Tell me it was embarrassing"

"What?"

You insist again, stomping your foot like a little toddler "Tell me it was embarrassing. I want to hear it"

"I won't say anything of the sort"

"Why? What's wrong with you?" Noritoshi watches you complain, and you're too busy getting all worked up to notice the amusement dancing on his features "Tell me I suck!"

"This is ridiculous" he tells you, trying to take a step back from you, but you caught him by the hand before he can move, shaking your head wildly.

"No it's not! You've been acting like this since you came from Tokyo!" you continue, your hand firmly holding his wrist "All... distant and like you don't really care! It's not like you've ever been particularly warm but...but..." Noritoshi calls your name, softly, but you shake your head again, lowering your eyes to the floor "Did Tokyo...?"

"Tokyo what?" he asks, and you bite your lips and let go of his wrist, taking a couple of steps back yourself.

"Did Tokyo make you realize that you suddenly don't really care enough to practice with me?"

"That's not..."

You laugh, interrupting him and making him sigh in annoyance "You've always had a stick up your ass but I guess this is it, huh?" then you roll your eyes, and try to laugh even more to hide the sudden wave of pain that rises from your throat "The mighty heir to the head of the Kamo Clan has finally had enough of some low...!"

"Can you please shut your mouth?" Noritoshi hisses at you, being the one to grab you by the arm this time, and slightly shaking you around "You're as insufferable as ever, I see. And I was hoping for this to be easy"

You gape at him, and then look behind him to find a servant girl, quietly peaking at you both from around the corner. She must have heard the yelling. Noritoshi turns around and follows your gaze, before giving a curt nod to the girl.

"Leave us be. Everything's fine" he orders her, turning back to you.

"Are you sure my lord?" the girl still asks, confused eyes traveling from the back of Noritoshi's head, to his grip on your arm.

"I said leave!" he says again, louder this time, and it's enough to make the girl run away scared.

Then he's dragging you across the practice field and into the corner where you stack the bows and the quivers, and where no prying eyes can see him push you against the wall and cage you between his arms.

"What are you doing?" you ask, suddenly regretting asking him to be mean to you. This is maybe too much. "Let me go right now"

"Stop talking and let me speak" he says, and keeps talking over you as soon as you start interrupting him "You're insufferable"

"You told me that already you ..." you try, but one of Noritoshi's hands quickly covers your mouth, muffling your words. You're so surprised, that you stop talking all together, watching him wide eyed.

"You've always thought that you know everything when you don't, you think that you're the best in archery when you're not, and you have the strangest ability to make my blood boil as no one else"

You almost want to sigh in relief. This is the Noritoshi Kamo you remember from before he went to Tokyo. Your... (friend?) since you were kids. But then he takes a deep breath, and pushes his forehead against yours, and you're in complete shock again.

"And yet ...going to Tokyo made me realize...made me realize that my mother is not the only one I've been striving to keep safe all this time" he adds, and the warm of his hand and his forehead against yours are starting to make your heart beat faster than ever before "I- ... I appreciate you"

He moves away before you can start trashing, looking at you with an unreadable expression in his eyes.

"Is this a joke?"

"You don't care about me?" he asks, and you huff and laugh, looking at him like a mad woman.

"What is happening? What is this? This isn't you!"

"Going to Tokyo helped me put my priorities in order" he explains, as if it's obvious "Now I see everything more clearly"

"And you suddenly what? Like me?"

Noritoshi chuckles "I think is time for us to leave"

"Wait!" you call to his back, when he starts to walk away from you "Answer me!"

"If what you want me to tell you is that you're getting sloppy, then yes, you are" he says without stoping "That was embarrassing indeed"

You huff, annoyed, and run to stop him, pulling him back by the hand. That's when in a flash he turns, and you can't do anything but stay in place as he leans down and gently caresses your forehead with his lips.

"Noritoshi..."

"I'll see you later" he whispers against your skin, and quickly disappears around the corner.

You sputter, head about to explode, and probably stay longer than usual around, trying to calm yourself.

Noritoshi leans against the wall, a hand covering his mouth and trying to control his breathing, and the rapid beating of his heart. Eyes wide and a furious blush covering his cheeks and down his neck, he tries in vain to reign on his emotions. Maybe trying to establish a more amicably relationship with you that can one day lead to something else, is not the way. Maybe he just needs to keep treating you the same way as always.

Then he remembers Itadori's words, and the feel of your skin against his, and the thought of how your lips could feel against his,— and he groans, and punches the wall behind him.

The same servant from before jumps and squeals in fear, and he looks to his right to find her staring at him in terror.

"What?" he barks, straightening his back and fixing his clothes "There's nothing to see here"

When he walks away, trying to regain his composure, the servant girl gulps.

"No one is going to believe me when I tell them"

#noritoshi x reader #noritoshi kamo #jjk noritoshi #jjk x reader #jjk oneshot #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk fluff #jjk #jujutsu kaisen fanfic

[the-drayster]

// A little story about Drayton picking Amarys up from Nacrene. Under the read more because this one is fairly long at 960 words.

The song mentioned is Homie by Mustard Service.

Tagging you here, @elite-amarys!

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Drayton looked up from his phone, peeling his blanket off as he stood. "Hey, I'm going to go pick Amarys up."

Iris peered at him from her spot on the back of the couch. "Is everything alright?"

"Yeah, her mom's just upset and she needs to get away. I'll be back soon-ish," Drayton said. He pulled up his map and set out for the door. He paused, turning back. "Let Ma and Grandpa know I'm taking the car!"

Going all the way from Opelucid to Nacrene wasn't Drayton's plan when he originally went home for the holiday, especially not on the morning of Delibird Day. But, he had offered to let his friend stay if she needed too, and may Reshiram strike him down if he wouldn't honor that.

Climbing into the driver's seat, Drayton hummed to himself. It would be a long drive.

Amarys stood at the street corner. Her bag was packed beside her. She had everything she needed. She was upset, but logically the distance would allow both her and her mother time to calm down.

Logically.

It wasn't long (She had timed her arrival to the street corner perfactly) before an old truck pulled up, and Drayton climbed out. He was wearing a Deli-Day sweater (A Litwick with an LED light instead of a candle flame), and a long, pleated skirt in off-white. Amarys was not surprised. He smiled at her.

"Finally here. How're you doing?" Drayton asked. He reached down to grab her bag for her, loading it into the truck. Amarys muttered a thank-you.

"I am alright. Father agreed to speak to Mother," she reported. She approached the vehicle and held out a handful of money. "While you were arriving, I calculated the cost of the drive from Opelucid to Nacrene. I did not account for pit-stops and the like made of your own volition."

Drayton stared for a moment before shaking his head and smiling again. "No need, Bud." Amarys watched his face for the subtle hints of a joke. There were none. Only amusement. She put the money away.

The two of them climbed into the truck, and Drayton fiddled with his phone before starting the older vehicle's engine. "You ready to go?" He adjusted his mirrors, and then turned to look at her. He was grinning widely.

Amarys ran over her mental checklist. Everything was accounted for.

"..Yes. I am ready."

Drayton nodded, and the two were off.

Once they were situated, Drayton relaxed, draping an arm across the back of the seat separating the two of them. Amarys was staring at her lap.

"I apologize. You should not have had to come so far to retrieve me," she stated.

Drayton waved his hand, as if to gesture her words away (She had never understood pointless movements such as those, but apparently it made communication easier for some). "It's nothing. I did this of.. What was it.. My own volition?"

"My reasoning is still valid. Delibird Day is a holiday traditionally spent with one's family. I have stopped you from doing so."

Drayton snorted, reaching over to punch her shoulder lightly. "You're my family too."

Amarys paused. He did not mean this literally, of course. They weren't related. Therefore, the implication was that he saw her as an adopted relation.

"…Thank you."

Drayton snorted again, little laughs breaking through. But the laughs weren't mocking her. Amarys turned to watch him.

He shook his head, smiling. "What do you say to some music?"

Amarys considered this. She wouldn't mind music, she decided. She said as much.

Drayton nodded, tapping his phone to wake the Rotom inside. "Play my one playlist. Start with Homie." He turned to Amarys as the music started. "This is one of my favorite songs. I feel like it's fitting to this whole situation."

Drayton hummed the lyrics, drumming the beat of the instruments on the steering wheel with his fingers. He seemed to be enjoying himself. His hum broke into quiet singing with the line "Just sit back and smoke your cigarette."

"I don't smoke," she stated. Perhaps this song wasn't as fitting as he thought.

Drayton laughed a little. "Nah, but the rest of the lyrics work well. You do look like you could use some sleep." He paused his drumming to turn on his blinkers in an attempt to change lanes. "..Let me merge, jerkwads…"

She probably did need to sleep. She'd been so stressed. She hadn't realized how exhausted she was.

"I do appear to be more tired than I previously assumed," Amarys admitted.

Drayton smiled. "I don't mind if you doze off. I'll keep the music low."

Amarys nodded. She had no intentions of sleeping yet, but the thought was appreciated.

It didn't take long before she was out like a light.

Drayton hummed quietly to himself as he pulled into the driveway of his grandfather's house. Amarys was still asleep, and he didn't particularly want to wake her. He had a feeling that this was first chance she'd had to really be comfortable.

It made him happy that she was comfortable sleeping near him. He let himself feel a little prideful over it before debating what to do next.

He could leave the car running, and let her rest, but if he just left then she might wake up and panic over where she was. That wasn't an option.

He could wake her, but he'd feel horrible doing it. She looked so peaceful. That wasn't an option.

The third, and seemingly only valid option, was to stay with her in the car. Drayton sighed, put the truck into park, sent a quick text to Iris to let everyone know that they had made it, and leaned against the door to take a nap.

#Short Story #Mustard Service is great #Homie and Get Fucked are my favorite songs by them #And also happen to be what I headcanon Drayton's voice as afsdg #Very fitting songs for him #Get Fucked is a superb song #The title is way worse than the actual lyrics #Which is always funny to explain to people #“What are you listening to?” #“Get fucked”