#I HOPE ... THIS WAS A FUN/ENGAGING READ ?!?!?!?! IDK MAN

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Stay Still | B. Durran |

Bodhi Durran x fwb!fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: NSFW, SMUT, MDNI, swearing, p in v, (unprotected sex pls pls be safe), cockwarming, not proofread well, switch!Bodhi, possessive!Bodhi, bratty!reader, poorly written smut, smut with little plot

A/n: hehhe this came out of my ass idk what got into me during my reading bonanza last night 🤭. I just felt truly inspired to try to write a full smut. This is my first official smut I’ve wrote so I would love feedback to improve on it if you have it, but I hope you find this as fun as I did!!

You sighed boredly laying on Bodhi’s bed, stomach pressed against the plush mattress, idly looking over a book about runes you tried to occupy your thoughts with. It had been thirty minutes since you arrived at the Section Leader’s door looking for some company in nothing but your black dressing robe and matching tiny nightgown underneath. Anticipating when he opened his door, he’d haughtily pull you into his quarters and ravish you like a man starved…but no. He merely gave you a once over before letting you in, and sat back at his desk doing his research on wards for Xaden.

You wanted to help as much as he did with resurrecting the wardstones for your friends, but now it had impeded on yours and his arrangement. It’s been two weeks since you last found yourself in the embrace of the man you craved, and you were desperate for the attention you lacked. It had become an unspoken routine you two had secretly engaged in since after Threshing last year. Only using each other other than for just distractions from the trials of surviving the Rider’s Quadrant at night, while during the day you were just squad mates.

You could feel another wave of heat go through your core at the thought of the secret that the two of you shared. You had been fighting the wanton desire since the last time you had found each other. Not that you weren’t satisfied by Bodhi, but you never stopped wanting him it had become glaringly obvious for you. You had even resorted to giving into flirty banter with Ridoc in front of him to get the Flame Section Leader’s acknowledgment, left with not even a sarcastic remark or scolding look on his part. Since Violet returned from Samara, there was a dire urgency to find answers on the wardstone.

But today was exemplarily tougher to push that ache down. After a rather intensive Flame Section sparring session after classes, you had been forced to watch Bodhi spar without drooling. His shirt discarded halfway through the session when he was challenged by Sawyer, the sweat glistening off his chiseled muscles. As if he knew the effect he had on you. The relic that swirled over his bulky biceps and veiny forearms and his dragon relic that loitered on the back of his left sharp shoulder blade down to the side of his refined torso. You had to take an extra cold shower once all the girls left the locker room to calm the burning desire that consumed you which proved to be no help.

You got off the bed, and made your way to him feeling impatient as your core throbbed once more. His back was towards you, displaying his relics that you admired and worshiped in the solace of the night. Your arms wrapping around his chest from behind, your nails lightly scratching his broad bare chest.

“Boh,” you whined, nipping at his earlobe. “Are you done yet?” You asked, a simper to your tone. The arousal in between your legs getting too heavy to bare, and clenching your thighs was no longer an option to fight the want for him. You wanted him now. No—you needed him, and you weren’t going to deprive yourself another minute.

“I don’t have much longer until I finish this section.” He murmured. He screwed his eyes shut trying to focus on the text in front of him, tilting his neck out of instinct to the side letting your lips press needy kisses down to his shoulder.

He had known when he saw you at your door in your skimpiest night clothes what you wanted. Finally making a move in the unintentional stalemate between the both of you. It didn’t fall on to blind eyes the way you went out of your way to be bratty throughout the last two weeks, attempting to get a rise out of him. It almost worked, but never being a jealous man, and clever enough to see right through you. The flirty comments to Ridoc, the way he could feel your alluring eyes burn holes into him during any time he was in the vicinity of you. He almost felt guilty leaving you hanging and to resort to blatant facades of making him jealous, a silent plea to just take you already.

He wanted to do nothing, but to fuck you and remind you who you belonged to.

You looked enticing, and every primal thought that flooded his mind he pushed down to the back of his mind when you appeared in front of his door. The churam he smoked an hour ago doing nothing to stop his chest from hammering, and the blood rushing to his manhood, twitching, at the sight of you. He had to use every ounce of his self discipline to keep his composure in check, letting you in without pouncing, devouring you like he wanted. Xaden would arrive back in Basgiath tomorrow expecting intel, and he hadn’t gotten very far in his research besides dead ends.

Your name got stuck in his throat barely sputtering it out as you sucked on the spot that you knew drove him wild, the conjunction of his neck and shoulder.

You weren’t exclusive with Bodhi, but you had learned everything about him that made him tick. From the littlest things like how his eyes lingered when your flight jacket was slightly undone bearing the slightest bit of cleavage in the low cut tank top you wore underneath—to what made him absolutely feral—the feeling of your lips with your teeth marking his sweet spot that would be barely concealed by the collar of his tight black training shirt the next day. Noting how he would wear the mark proudly like the patches on his jacket. Having a boyish grin when a squad mate would bring it up playing coy. No one knew they were left by you.

“I’ll help you after…” you purred, your hands traveling down his torso to the waistband of his night pants. Fingers nimbly tracing the barely grown out hair that led underneath the cotton. “I’ve been waiting weeks for you.” You pouted before peppering more kisses on his cheeks, feeling satisfied at the sharp intake of air he took at the movement.

You would get your way, there would be no other outcome of you showing up at his door tonight than to be ruined by Bodhi Durran.

“I’m expected to have something to report on tomorrow.” He protested weakly, savoring your mouth against jaw, but still keeping his eyes on the parchment.

His dissolve was close to crumbling, feeling the cold fingertips slip underneath his waistband. All he wanted to do was bend you over his desk, imagining your cheek pressed to the ancient texts laid out on the wooden surface as he railed into you from behind. His cock hardened more at the idea of him inside you.

“Xaden won’t-” you were cut off by the scrape of the wooden chair against the stone floor making you stumble backwards slightly. Bodhi abruptly slid his bottoms down, revealing half hardened manhood, sitting back down in the chair.

“C’mere,” he growled. His tone had a dangerous lilt to it, only making the wetness that had pooled in your panties grow more. His usual warm brown eyes blown out filled with something more than lust.

Your throat ran dry, obeying as you stepped in between his legs. He leaned his forehead against your stomach, inhaling steady breaths as if he could smell your arousal. His rough hands gripping your bare outer thighs before slipping under your nightgown, roughly kneading the soft flesh of your ass. Then he hooked his fingers around the fabric of your undergarments dragging them down your legs.

“You want me to fuck you, but have another man’s name leave your lips?” He gritted out through his, barely speaking above a whisper.

Bodhi knew he was overreacting, but when his cousin’s name came out of your mouth, his primal instincts came bubbling to the surface. A feral fire fueling him, no longer to be tamed. How dare you bring up Xaden, when you came here solely looking for relief from him after acting the way you’ve been.

You were taken aback by the words, leaving you stammering. “I-I’m sorry, Boh..”

This was a new side to him, you’ve never seen before. A nervous pang made your heart skip a beat, though excited at the aggressiveness in his actions.

“You think I haven’t noticed what you’ve been doing the last two weeks?” He cupped the back of one of your thighs, bringing a leg over his. “Think you were being sly?” He questioned.

You shook your head furiously, forgetting how to speak momentarily.

He pinched the inside of your thigh, only adding to the fire that blazed in your core, a soft gasp leaving your slacked jaw. “Use your words, babygirl.”

“N-no,” the words airily released from your throat, a pink tint to your cheeks.

He smirked, a dry laugh escaping him. “That's what I thought.” He dragged your other leg over his so you were now straddling him, knees perched on the extra wide seat. “Since you want to be a brat, you can sit on my cock until I’m done here.” He held his member with one hand, pumping slowly. “You got it?”

You gulped, watching how it twitched ever slightly, and his shoulders relaxed as he held himself. Nodding eagerly, biting your lip, still looking between the both of you awaiting for him to be inside you.

His free hand wrapped around your hair, pulling it, forcing you to look in his eyes. “What did I say about your words?” He growled. A soft moan left your lips at the gesture. His darkened brown eyes wavered in hunger and pride at the reaction.

“Y-yes, please…” you begged, feeling him rub the tip against your slick folds.

“Good girl, so wet for me,” he groaned.

He slowly inserted himself at your entrance, his hand finding your hip to help lower yourself on to him until he bottomed out inside you. His thick member stretching you out in a blissful sting that he could make you feel. You both sighed at the feeling, and you rested your head in the crook of his neck holding on to him with a near death grip.

You could feel yourself throb as he went back to working. His hands lightly brushing your sides every time he flipped a page or went to jot a note down in his notebook, causing jolts to go down your body. You tried to grind your hips to provide the teeniest bit of relief, Bodhi would only grip your thighs with a bruising force.

“Stay still,” he hissed, his head rolling back as he felt you clench around him again. A small smirk graced your lips, an idea coming to your mind.

One of your hands slid in between you, and found your clit. You moaned, as your fingers circled the sensitive nub.

“Y/n…” he warned, listening to the sweet noises you made in his ear, gripping the quill in his hand tightly. He had thought he had the upper hand in this, but as you touched yourself, his cock warming your insides, he felt the remaining bit of his dissolve crumble. “You’re such a fucking brat.” He held your hips, halting your movements.

“Do something about it then.” You challenged, pressing a chaste kiss to his full lips.

He thrusted up into you, sounds sweet as sin coming from your throats. A wicked smile twisted on to your face, finally. “I fully intend to.” He mumbled, pulling you into another kiss, this time longer and heated. You nipped at his lower lip, earning a hiss from him as you slipped your tongue into his mouth.

Drilling into you at a slow agonizing pace, your tongues fought for dominance, the kiss becoming broken up between strings of noises leaving the both of you. The slow burn pleasure painstakingly from the pace he had set. You tried to lower yourself up and down to go at a faster pace and to your dismay he slowed his movements more, squeezing your hips in caution.

You pulled away panting, “more.” You were a whimpering mess, frustrated to find your release. “Please, Bodhi.”

“Just because you get what you want doesn’t mean you still can’t be punished.” A lazy smirk etched on to his broad jaw. “I have to remind you who you belong to.”

He slowly thrusted up into you again, making you cry out. His face contorted to a look of pleasure as he provided deep slow strokes into you, the sight of him biting his now bruised lip heavenly.

“I’m yours, please.” You begged, nails biting into his shoulders. “Only yours.” You cried when he thrusted particularly harder when you said that.

“Y’ feel so good around me.” He drawled. “Like your pussy was made for me, sweetheart.” His words caused an effect on your whole body from your pussy clenching harder around him to your heart swelling from the praise.

The atmosphere felt entirely different from the usual casual hook ups from before. His forehead resting against yours, occasionally nuzzling your nose with his whispering lines of worship for you taking his time.

“Feels so good,” you panted, looping your fingers in his curls at the nape of his neck. You could feel yourself go dumb as his fingers found your clit, circling it with the same agonizing pace of his cock. You don’t know how much of this you could take. “Please, please, please let me ride you.”

“Do you deserve to ride me?” He taunted in between thrusts.

You nodded vigorously, “please let me make you feel good, Boh. Please.”

He stopped playing with your clit, bringing his fingers to your swollen lips. You sucked your juices off of them, tasting yourself as he leaned back in the chair.

“Mm, since you’ve been begging so nicely.” He tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

The moans you released as you fucked yourself onto Bodhi’s cock were angelic. Letting you lower yourself up and down, watching as you got lost, getting drunk on his manhood. His hands had a firm grip on your waist, helping guide you down his length.

“That’s it, ride me like the good slut you are.” He watched your cunt sink onto him, swallowing his length whole.

You could start to feel the familiar coil of release start to come undone, and you knew you weren’t gonna last long. The sounds of your slick and his pants encouraging you to go faster.

Bodhi sensed the way you gripped him, you were going to climax, and met your rhythm bucking his hips upward. “You gonna come f’me?” He asked.

You could only mewl in response, the pleasure rendering you speechless as you rode him harder. Your vision blurred with stars, your body going rigid from the surge of tingling pleasure that electrified your body. The coil finally unraveling in your core as you orgasmed. You let out a throaty moan that was muffled by his lips, kissing passionately.

The tawny skinned man didn’t stop his movements, feeling his own release chasing yours. His aching cock twitched in need of relief. He muttered curses, his pace getting sloppier as he whimpered your name.

“Come for me, Boh.” You whispered softly. His arms wrapped tightly around your midsection, clinging to you like his life depended on it as he kept fucking you.

You felt the twitch, and his release shoot into you, a guttural groan following it. Feeling the mix of your arousals seeping out of you, his cock throbbing.

The heavy breathing from the both of you was the only noise in the room, you two staying in the position. You lightly scratched his scalp letting him regain his composure, his arms loosely holding you still. After a minute, he leaned away looking at you silently.

The intense gaze made you self conscious, clearing your throat as indication you were getting up. His arms only tightened around you once more, but he let his cock sink out of you, feeling your releases cover both of your thighs.

“I should get going,” you stated bluntly.

“Stay the night?” He reached over for the t-shirt that was crumpled on the floor beside his desk. Gingerly wiping you off first, being extremely gentle and careful to not be too abrasive with your sensitive parts, before he cleaned himself off.

You blinked in surprise, he never asked that before—let alone so nonchalant. You two never stayed too long in one another’s quarters after, let alone spend the night with one another. This would encroach the boundaries you mentally placed on this arrangement, ultimately entangling what you had already felt for the man in front of you.

“Aren’t you worried someone will see?” You asked warily.

He offered his usual boyish grin. “That’s kind of the point, sweetheart.”

Personally the pacing was weird for me to write, but I hope it gave you guys what you needed! The idea of fwb possessive Bodhi now has me in a chokehold lmao. Like I said, I am always open to improvements and feedback as this was a bit out of my comfort zone 🫶🏻🩷

[suffering-and-happy-about-it]

Behind Closed Doors (A Daichi Sawamura Ficlet)

Synopsis: Despite the rowdy beginnings of your relationship, you and Daichi Sawamura (the sweetest of husbands and the best father a child could wish for) were going strong. So far, didn't seem to slow down—your love wasn't faltering or fading away. This man was your ride-or-die. Your future. Your everything. Until your daughter's kindergarten called with unsettling news—the suspicion of domestic abuse inside your household.

Pairing: Daichi Sawamura x afab!reader

Warnings: minors do not interact | miscommunication | mentions of nsfw and explicit themes | mentions of kinks | mentions of adult toys | mentions of domestic abuse (NONE IS ACTUALLY HAPPENING) | profanity | established relationship/marriage | post-time-skip spoilers (asahi & daichi) |

Author's notes: I yearned to write something for Daichi and I came up with a story this ficlet eventually spins from. But IDK if anyone would be interested in reading it haha? But yeah. I think that Daichi's very well-kept-up goody-two-shoes police officer persona hides a freaky motherfucker that loves to get down to business. And if he gets a wifey who matches his freak? He's worshiping the ground she walks walking on. Also, he doesn't strike as dom—he just needs a wifey who can also come with freaky, kinky shit. Someone defying him and going against his rules would actually be a huge turn-on for him. So no—Y/N isn't a sub and their kinky fucking DOESN'T leave the bedroom.

Warning: This was written in one sitting and is not proofread.

Word count: 3K

It started with a call in the middle of the day. You'd been at work, just wrapping up an order of baked goodies when your phone buzzed in your back pocket—usually, you didn't pick up calls amidst a busy noon shift. Upon seeing the number of Haruhi's kindergarten teachers, you realized it wouldn't be the case.

"I really need to take this." - You muttered toward your co-worker, wishing the customer an amazing day. - "It's Hari's teacher. Might be important." "Go for it!" - Ren, your long-time friend and co-worker called out as she checked what little pastries you still had. - "Let's hope the little bean isn't sick." "Yeah, hopefully."

Mrs. Chiba sounded strange—she was a woman around your age, usually gentle, bubbly, and energetic. Her engaging personality was perfect for a kindergarten teacher and the kids loved her. This time, her voice was flat, almost careful. Too gentle as she invited you for a late-afternoon meeting. It was serious and acute—she even specifically asked for Daichi's presence. That hadn't ever happened before. You'd usually come to the meetings separately depending on what was on the agenda—if Daichi had overtime or other plans? Your time to shine. It also applied the other way around. You worked as a unit, ensuring everything went smoothly, always watching each other's back and rotating on the clock as needed.

Walking back into the chaos of your workplace, you exchanged a few confused texts with Daichi, arranging the details—when'd you meet, where'd meet, and most importantly, who'd take care of Hari for the afternoon. Just like every once in a while, you'd ask Uncle Asahi to step in. As per usual, Asahi agreed the moment you asked for his help, ever the knight in shiny armor. Asahi and your six-year-old were actually a dream team—she always spoke so highly of all the fun activities Asahi came up with. They'd both be in their element inside Asahi's little fashion design studio—Hari could sketch into hallelujah with various super-expansive fixes and Asahi created a few pieces based on her drawings already.

Your stomach grumbled with nerves as you waited for Daichi in front of the kindergarten. You were looking at your phone with a slight furrow—Asahi and Hari just made it to his studio, sending you a goofy selfie. The man was furrowing while Hari pulled her mouth open with her index fingers, showing off her missing front teeth. Don't worry! The text under said. When you're done, we'll all go for some ramen. Hari can't wait! That was Asahi for you—a supportive, gentle giant. Putting the phone away with a sigh, your eyes trailed toward the man who was walking toward you at a measured, authoritative pace. Fuck. You still couldn't believe that you pulled Daichi Sawamura.

Standing tall at 5'9 with a broad and impressive build, Daichi became the embodiment of discipline and unwavering dependability after nearly ten years of working in law enforcement. He carried himself with effortless confidence—his posture always straight, movements precise, and presence reassuringly firm. The occupation of a police officer and years of hard work sharpened his instincts, toughened his physique, and honed his ability to command a room without raising his voice.

His features sharpened with age, giving him a strong jawline, faint lines of stress near his eyes, and the kind of gaze that sees right through people. After a decade spent as a police officer, his brown eyes beamed with quiet intensity—calm, calculated, and capable of dark amusement when called for... burning like ambers whenever he looked your way, his gaze dancing on your body. Despite five years of marriage, his eyes still adored you like the night you first fooled around. He kept his jet-black hair shorter and neater than a few years back, but he still let it slightly tousled—framing his face in an infuriatingly attractive way.

His shirt and trousers suited him almost too well—the trousers hugging his thick, muscular thighs so fine it nearly made you groan and the issued shirt stretching over his broad shoulders and sculptured chest, begging to be torn off. "There you are." - Your husband chuckled as he approached you, stealing a gentle peck off your lips—his seemingly stoic face lighting up a smile that'd melt an iceberg. And fuck, Daichi's voice—deep and measured, dripping down your ears like honey. - "Hi, wifey." "Hi, hubby." - Giggling along with him, you'd steal a quick peck too. It became your daily ritual—mutually greeting each other with lovey-dovey pet names that made one's teeth rot.

"Did you speak with the teacher yet?" - He asked, putting on the black tailored blazer he'd gotten as a birthday gift from Asahi. - "Any idea what's this about? Is Hari okay?" "Mhm. She's with Asahi. Look." - You'd pull out your phone, showing the picture of the duo to Daichi. His eyes immediately softened, a soft grin unwittingly tugging on his lips. - "We agreed to meet up for ramen once we're done here." "That sounds... heavenly." - Daichi groaned. - "I had to pull through my lunch break today. Also—Yuto won't forget this, I had to take a few hours off my holiday subsidy on short notice and he wasn't happy with me." "Awh, I'm so sorry to hear that!" "C'mon. Always remember that you and Hari are my priority. A few hours of overtime won't stop me, baby." - Kissing your cheek, Daichi's palm settled on the small of your back—he led you toward the entrance.

The meeting had already started off on a strange note. Clearing your throat, you straightened and watched Mrs. Chiba sitting over the table. Her expression was serious, stoic, and... something was off. Secondly, you've been called in alone. That was the first red flag.

Whenever you got called in together (this wasn't your first rodeo), Daichi was usually the one to handle these kinds of things—he was great with the teachers, always polite, and always reliable. For Mrs. Chiba to insist on meeting with you first, one-on-one, without him felt... off. But still, you didn't question it. Maybe it was about something small—you tried to fool yourself as you sent the woman a nervous smile. Maybe there was an upcoming event, a parent volunteer request, hosting a BBQ... something. Anything.

Sitting primly across Mrs. Chiba, your hands were folded in your lap, ready to listen. She watched you for a moment, exhaling softly before speaking. Her eyes traveled to your wrist—it was covered with a noticeable mark reminding you of your and Daichi's last... rendezvous. You'd cover it up with an innocent smile. "Mrs. Sawamura... There's no easy way to say this, but... your daughter has alarmed us about a potential domestic abuse situation."

Her words flew right through your head at first. You froze, your breath hitched and your eyebrows knitted slightly. Oh. Did she notice something at school? Were some of her friends in danger? You panicked a bit, trying to keep it together. The gravity of the meeting, the situation, hadn't dawned on you yet. "Did she... notice something about her friends? Was the telling stories again? Mrs. Chiba, you know that Hari's a kid with a very vivid imagination..." - As you've said, you weren't a stranger to getting invited to the kindergarten along with your husband—this wasn't your first rodeo. "It regards you and your husband, Mrs. Sawamura." "I—what?" - The world seemed to tilt ever so slightly, your breath growing shallow as you pressed on the bruise on your wrist a bit tighter. That's why Mrs. Chiba noticed it—she was looking for it.

But... Daichi? Your Daichi? The man who actively and openly worshiped the ground you walked on? The man who still at you like you hung the stars, five years into your marriage? The same Daichi who cried when your baby's first into the womb, who read bedtime stories in ridiculous voices just to make your baby girl giggle? That Daichi?

... An abuser?

"I know this is a lot to process." - Mrs. Chiba continued, her voice gentle and careful. - "We don't know how serious it is or how long the... the situation lasts." - The abuse. She meant to say the abuse. You simply stared at her and let her speak softly, carefully... you were absolutely fucking baffled. Usually, you'd stand by Daichi's side—you'd be screaming, fighting for him and his innocence. But frankly? Mrs. Chiba caught you off-guard. "As a mother, you'll surely understand—it's my duty as a teacher to ensure my pupil's well-being and a safe home environment. Especially when the matter regards young children." "Yes, yes." - You nodded, trying to sort your thoughts. But it was impossible. - "I understand, but..." "We know Mr. Sawamura personally and we're aware that your husband is a police officer. Your daughter brought him in for last month's job fair and spoke very highly of him. However, because of Hakuri's recent behavior and stories, we felt compelled to act. That's why I contacted you today. If Mr. Sawamura is applying any sort of violence—whether mental, physical, or even economic—we are ready to help you and your daughter out of this situation."

A panicked scoff of disbelief left your mouth. Oh. That's when it clicked. Oh, no. You knew exactly where this was going, covering your mouth preemptively as your eyes hung on Mrs. Chiba, your head nodding along in silence.

"The details Hari provided were... concerning." - She continued, tapping her pen into the desk in a slow, deliberate rhythm. - "According to her testimony, there are multiple pairs of handcuffs and other movement-restricting devices hidden inside a certain closet inside your home."

Your soul left your body as you closed your eyes, whining silently. It needed to be said that your reaction could've looked like someone saved after years of torment—but thankfully, this wasn't your nor Daichi's case. This was about the closet incident. The one that happened right before Noya, Daichi, Asahi, and Hari's fishing trip. The moment when Daichi's life and ancestors flashed in front of his eyes when your daughter found the closet unsupervised and unlocked—the handcuffs, ropes, see-through lacy lingerie... and more. An enormous parental mishap—over which you and Noya descended into hysterical laughter. Daichi'd explained, albeit horribly and he was lucky that Hari was as gullible as she was.

And, well... Hari had snitched—probably just shared her discovery with a teacher, not thinking much of it...unwittingly putting your husband's entire career and your marriage in jeopardy.

"She also mentioned that lately, your husband doesn't shy away from calling you names..." - Mrs. Chiba added, her expression darkening—yet another nail to your coffin. It happened on the same morning, half an hour apart. Another mishap, just a slip-up. Hari was supposed to be dead asleep. Once, you weren't careful enough and didn't take all possible precautions just for it to turn out like... this. - "She mentioned he uses particularly degrading terms, such as... 'whore' and 'slut'."

Now, you nearly choked on air. Your entire face was warming up, gentle sweat running down the side of your face, eyes widening, and heartbeat stuttering.

Oh, this was bad. So, so bad.

Not because it wasn't just wrong—it was horrifyingly accurate.

You and Daichi did have handcuffs... many of them, a whole variety. Honestly? You also had ropes (varying colors and materials—velvet soft, rough, short, even rolled on a spool) and you couldn't believe your daughter didn't mention that too... when she was at it.

And the name-calling? Well... That was... A very specific part of your private life. One that you never intended to let slip out. Daichi and you could rejoice and congratulate one another Hari didn't overhear the names you called your husband in the heat of the situation.

This was stupid. So fucking stupid. Just one huge misunderstanding. You had to fight to keep the laughter in, clearing your throat, your eyes swelling with tears as you tried to stay serious. You were sweating, genuinely sweating. "Mrs. Sawamura..." - Mrs. Chiba pressed gently, watching your reaction closely. - "If there's anything you'd like to share..." "May I call my husband in?" - You interrupted, gasping for air, still battling the urge to lose it. - "I think we can explain everything."

The moment Daichi walked in, it was over. You were dead. Gone. He looked confused, like a deer in the headlights, repenting preemptively... worried. His eyes slid to you, teetering on the edge of losing it. Your shoulders shook as she tried—and failed—to hold in the absolute hysteria bubbling inside you.

The look on Daichi's face when he was called in? Priceless. He walked in all serious—brows furrowed, stance firm, his usual commanding presence in full effect, and despite all that, he came across as a Bambi in the headlights. He probably figured Haruhi had gotten into a fight or broken a school rule.

But oh. Oh. He had no idea what was coming.

"Mr. Sawamura..." - The teacher began, folding her hands on the desk, her voice steady and professional. - "We wanted to speak with you today because we have concerns about your home environment." Daichi's frown deepened. He wasn't catching the drift. - "Concerns?

Despite your best efforts to keep it in, you let out a choked, strangled noise. Not a sob. But the kind of suppressed laughter that could only come from someone trying to keep it together desperately. Daichi glanced at you briefly—confused, worried—but you couldn't look at him. Your cheeks turned a few shades darker, droplets of sweat ran down your forehead, and your eyes trained to the tips of your shoes. Your entire body trembled with the force of the laughter you could not, under any circumstances, let escape.

Mrs. Chiba continued, giving Daichi a deep furrow. Her eyes jumped from your discombobulated form to confused Daichi sitting beside you. - "Haruhi shared information that raised a few red flags for us. She mentioned your household contains multiple pairs of handcuffs, as well as other devices designed to restrict movement..."

You squeaked. You actually squeaked. Daichi, meanwhile, went rigid. His entire body tensed. The shift in him was instant—his jaw clenched, hands forming into tight fists in his lap, sweating profusely.

Oh, fuck.

"Oh?" - Daichi finally said, voice tight, controlled. "She was quite detailed with her testimony." - The teacher went on, reading from her notes. - "Saying, and I quote, 'They were hidden inside a closet'." - Mrs. Chiba looked up at him, pausing.

A slow, horrible realization dawned on Daichi and crept up to his expression. Oh. Oh, fuck. The closet. The one he'd forgotten to lock after your latest entanglement. Shit.

"... And your daughter also mentioned they all belong to you. Even specified they're used by police forces." - Daichi nearly perished when the words left Mrs. Chiba's mouth. He knew the pair she was talking about—he knew it well, intimately. It was your favorite. The pair he'd stolen from the station a few years ago—because of your batting, wide pretty eyes. You'd mentioned (again and again) that they looked... enthusing. So, naturally, Daichi got you a pair—as any loving husband would.

His ears turned bright red, fingers twitched as he stared at his daughter's kindergarten teacher utterly mortified. You snorted. You couldn't help it. You were dying, perishing. Why? Because the look on Daichi's face was a mix of sheer horror, regret, and 'oh my god, my child had ruined my dignity and my life'.

"And there's more." - Mrs. Chiba continued as if it wasn't already bad enough. You, already knowing what was coming, buried your face in your hands. - "She also mentioned that you frequently call your wife degrading names, Mr. Sawamura. Specifically a 'whore' and a 'slut'." Daichi's soul left his body. You were wheezing, actually fucking wheezing. And suddenly—the waterworks broke. Your shoulders shook violently, and your entire body convulsed as you collapsed forward onto the desk, crying.

Not from fear. Not from distress. But from the sheer level of mortification and embarrassment. "Oh my god." - You gasped between hiccups of laughter, gripping your stomach. Daichi's mouth opened. Then closed. Then opened again... And nothing came out. He was stunned into silence.

Mrs. Chiba, meanwhile, looked deeply concerned—eyeing your breakdown with a careful hesitation. - "Mrs. Sawamura?" You waved your hand at her, trying to catch your breath. - "It's fine—it's fine—I just—" - Another choked laugh. A gasp. A snort. Daichi groaned next to you, dragging his hands across his face. His ears were burning. - "Fucking hell." - He muttered.

"Mrs. Chiba... This is all a misunderstanding." - You finally managed to squeeze out, your words half-giggled and barely coherent. Mrs. Chiba seemed deeply skeptical. - "... Is it?" "YES." - Daichi interjected quickly, finally snapping out of his stupor. - "It is. I—we—ugh..." - A pause followed. Then a deep sigh. Then, with the most pained expression known to a man, he started explaining.

"Y/N... I mean, Mrs. Sawamura, my wife..." - He was stumbling on his words so much that Mrs. Chiba furrowed again, leaning back into her office chair. - "She's the best thing that ever happened to me. And Hari's the greatest blessing in our lives. We love our daughter more than anything and every day, we are providing for her, making sure she has everything she needs. But we're... human, Mrs. Chiba. Even though we try our best to be the best parents, mishaps happen. Some are bigger than others. Therefore, let me just say... The handcuffs aren't for police work, but private use."

Daichi couldn't believe the words leaving his mouth. He pinched the bridge of his nose, looking seconds away from throwing himself out of the window. There was silence. Absolute silence while Mrs. Chiba processed the confession. Then, she blinked, her face turning crimson red. You howled.

"... Oh." - Her eyes widened. Then, finally, it all clicked. - "Ohhhh... I see." A beat of silence followed. "This is so fucking embarrassing." - Daichi groaned while as kept on wheezing, convulsing—Mrs. Chiba who leaned her forehead into her hands, was laughing along now despite being embarrassed.

The meeting, for the lack of a better word, was an absolute disaster. Some secrets were better kept behind closed doors.

[isagispuzzle]

EMMMAAA CONGRATS ON 200!! I love reading the scenarios u post :3. For my req, I think my most fav trope(s) ever are misunderstandings, soul mates or the amnesia one hehehe, u can just pick one ! again congrats 🫶

HEHE THANKYOUU the amnesia trope is so fun to write, idk how i completely forgot it exists HAHAH thank you for reminding me of it!! anyway i'm really hoping you don't mind angst bc this was too irresistible to write

you wake up in a bed that's not your own. you recognise the pristine white walls and the lingering smell of rubbing alcohol in the air, and you know you're in the hospital.

the memories rush back. you were filming your newest action movie, and your wire snapped mid-jump. you remember falling, you remember the fear solidifying in your veins, and you remember thinking about him.

the door opens and sae walks in. his eyes widen the moment he sees you're awake, and the next thing you know, he's leaning over you with a hand carefully pushing your hair out of your face. he quietly asks you how you feel, in a voice so soft and tender, while his eyes turn glassy. he cups your cheek and squeezes your shoulder, the uninjured one, and you freeze.

you know he's the one you thought about right before you hit the ground, you remember every eyelash and every line on his lips, but you know you're forgetting something.

sae, ever so attuned to your every emotion, pulls away. the vulnerability drains from his eyes and he stares down at you from his full height. you look back at him, and you know that he's already read you like a book.

the doctor diagnoses you with selective retrograde amnesia as a result of trauma to your head. while most of your memories are intact, you can't remember much about your relationship with sae. the doctor assures both of you that your memories will return as you recover, and to help, you can revisit important or meaningful places.

sae brings you to your shared apartment after your discharge from the hospital. you remember picking out every piece of decor with sae, you remember assembling the shelf with him, and you remember falling asleep on the couch while waiting for him to come home. he brings you to the sushi bar you two always visit, and the beach where he confessed his feelings to you, and the hotel you're going to have your wedding at. you remember hiding from the paparazzi on your first date, you remember telling sae to wait till after your movie premier to hold the ceremony, and you remember going for cake tasting sessions alone, because sae was in spain and he didn't care what flavour the cake is.

you look up articles about you and sae to jog your memory too. countless tabloids have covered the two of you over the course of your relationship, teasing that you're the only one who can melt itoshi sae's icy heart and speculating that you're engaged after seeing a ring on your hand during a table read. you see comments online praising the picture-perfect relationship between you, an up-and-coming actress, and sae, the pride of japan's football. hell, you even scroll far enough to see fan edits of the two of you in hopes of remembering the rhythm your heart used to pound around him.

months pass and the day of your wedding marches closer. you remember all the details of your relationship with sae, you remember how much sae and everyone around him cares for you, and you remember how much you loved him before the accident.

you look at him across the dinner table and you know that he is your fiance, the man you're promising to spend forever with, the man you're supposed to love. you know and remember all this, but you don't feel it.

sae looks back at you, and you know that once again, despite your perfect line delivery and method acting, he's already read you like a book.

[transformersconfessions]

TBH, I'm gonna put this here: I don't think confessionals like this are healthy for fandom. I think that it breeds a lot of bad energy between fans, and builds up a false sense of 'everyone hates having fun'. Fandom shouldn't be a place of judgement, and blogs like this just make people self-conscious about their shipping or writing choices. Idk, maybe have themed days where people send in positive confessions, because man, this is fiction, we're playing with our tuoys, and a lot of people use your inbox as a way to be really nasty about things. If you want a proper confession for Transformers? I wish the fandom were less afraid to engage, but that would take more friendliness, and I'm not joking, I think this blog does not breed that environment.

*

gonna b real w/ you, anon: i kinda agree. like. i gotta read around 15 asks per day of people (mostly) just being angry . and i do it, but it's...a lotta negativity.

i feel worried when i see asks about people feeling nervous about liking smth bcause of things they saw on this blog. that is...SO not what me and Other Admin want.

but also. i disagree that it's bad to have confession blogs. i think it's healthy to recognize other people's opinions, even if u just laugh and disagree. also, it's a way to vent and tell lotsa ppl why you feel smth w/out fearing backlash from ppl who don't wanna hear it. yeah you can make ur own blog and post, but. this blog has ~150 followers. thats a lotta ppl. it's healthy to let that anger go, and i think ppl use the askbox for that.

Not talking about all confessions btw. There are plenty of weird/fun/unique ppl in the inbox and I respect yall so much. Even the angry ppl - I take this shit kinda seriously. I try to tag things right and I treat every ask equally (except for any that break the rules). But...honestly, I kinda like the idea of a "positivity day" or smth. Depending on the response to this post, I'll consider it.

Also I'm gonna add smth to the rules about not taking anything you read here seriously. Like, if anything here genuinely makes you feel like shit, or you're annoyed at the negative stuff - please just block this blog. Keep bringing things to my attention if you want, of course, but this is supposed to be for fun. If you're not having fun, then I'm sorry. I don't want to come across as unapproachable or ignorant of criticism, nor do I wanna give up on this blog when so many people have indicated that they like it. I have fun here. My friend, the other admin, has fun. We're gonna keep doing this until it's not fun anymore.

Thanks for this ask. I hope my response makes sense.

[colonelmajorkepler]

Hey i started listening to Sherlock & Co but haven’t caught up for quite a while and I just saw a post by you that Sherlock is canon gay??

If you ever feel the urge to infodump about this podcast specifically is Sherlock gay/is there any johnlock in this (I thought not from the episodes I’ve listened to) I would LOVE some spoilers (:

(only if you feel like it obvi (: )

omg yes i am SO glad you asked!!!

(put it under the cut bc this ended up being longer than i expected LOL. and also has slight spoilers for charles augustus milverton part 2 for anyone else)

i’ll start off by prefacing the writer himself said there’s no plans to include any sort of romance in the series - he wanted to treat this as almost an anthology series where you can pick up any case and understand it, and an overarching romance would disturb that. obviously that doesn’t stop people (like me) from shipping johnlock but i honestly wouldn’t mind if johnlock isn’t even canon bc this podcast really embraces the platonic love between them in a way some adaptations sorely miss - idk what you’re up to but since you said you wouldn’t mind spoilers, it’s been made clear sherlock and john love each other platonically many times, through words (john’s mum telling him that “[sherlock] loves you so much … and you love him”), sherlock nearly KILLING a man bc he shot john, and just through their actions and clear understandings of the other and their needs. i think some adaptations make sherlock too aloof or don’t make his relationship with john strong enough but in the og stories the two are Very close (no matter how you interpret it) and clearly care for each other, which i think is very evident in sherlock & co and i rlly appreciate that it doesn’t shy away from it.

now in terms of gay sherlock, other than the writer himself saying he sees this sherlock as gay, there’s been a few instances where its implied and another where it’s more clear he is. the first was in the sign of four part four where sherlock berates john for getting romantically involved with their client, and john throws it back in his face by mentioning victor trevor, hinting that he and sherlock used to date. these specific lines also just kinda read as jealous sherlock which is very funny to me

and for the more clear implication, in the most recent episode (part 2 of charles augustus milverton), sherlock gets engaged to a woman (as he does in canon) and john is understandably like ?????? huh ???? and this is the resulting convo

obviously the specification of “straight man” implies he isn’t one but he thinks he CAN play one, with john just essentially saying “no one is believing your gay ass”😭😭

so yea there are many johnlock-coded moments that you totally could interpret as romantic regardless of the writers intention, i mentioned a few earlier but there’s so many others i can’t even name them off the top of my head (but if anyone else wants to reply/reblog with examples be my guest LOL) (that’s also just in the public episodes they’re somehow even gayer in the patreon exclusive mailbags. like half of them are just them essentially going on dates answering questions) but again even if it Doesn’t become canon in this podcast the inclusion of a canonically gay sherlock and a deep friendship between him and john is honestly enough for me. i also appreciate the fact they manage to do this WITHOUT any queerbaity elements to it (seeing as they did in fact confirm a gay sherlock). anyway hope you enjoy the rest of the podcast it’s very fun :))

[ma3mae]

I really want knight tecchou pt 2 that I've been looking at your profile constantly since it was posted praying for it to have many interactions, I really loved it :(

Frail Beginnings

Summary: "Tomorrow" was supposed to be the promised day and yet that rumored Tyrant of an Emperor had managed to put a halt to your plans. Refusing to let your resolve waver at the thought of meeting him, you`d continue to march forward but for how long?

Genre: sweet sweet drama, tetchou and reader being hopelessly in love, maybe some jokes here n there, tehee

Warnings: incoming toothrotting nsfw scene lmao so mdni 🤩 also this got political damn fast skks, maybe a bit ooc tetchou but hes just in love ok, hint of possessive tetchou! mentions ( or them legit doing it) of bj , fingering, short cunnilingus scene 😮‍💨tetchou begging bc yes, its just pure rly romantic smut heehe

Word count: 10k ( idk how i did that lolol)

A/N: im back after 2 years WHAT ?? This might not have gotten as much recognition as my other works but I was so in love with it that I just had to write a part 2 🤩this was sitting in my drafts for too long, m sorry guys omg 👹 also blame my exams rn, i dont wanna study 😭😭🗿 emperor dazai doesnt appear in person but he gets mentioned a lot so i decided to put him in the title too :(( hell be there in the next chapter ,guys. hope you`ll have fun reading this <3

previous Chapter

Knight! Tetchou x Reader x Emperor! Dazai

"Tomorrow"

"Tomorrow"

Tomorrow, my ass!

You begrudgingly thought as you flipped through the 100th page of this month's most popular dress designs while chewing on a cookie as three tailors anxiously waited for your final choice.

One of the tailors flinched at your glare at him, the reason for their presence only etching the frown deeper onto your face.

It`s all that stupid Emperor`s fault!

Remembering the content of the torn letter abandoned on your study`s desk, you huffed out a sigh as you pointed at a design of your choice, the tailors let out a breath of relief as they hurried to bring out one of the designs out of the dressing room.

"All the dresses we`ve brought are mere concepts and can be improved upon by any choices of your preferences, Your Imperial Highness."

"The term" Princess" itself will suffice."

One of them let out a tiny shriek at your statement, the tailor with the signature Emblem of a Crow on one of his buttons, was shaking his head furiously.

Baffled by your blatant request, he spoke.

"B-But Your Highness, the Emperor had requested that we must refer to you only with a title befitting of your status and that we treat you with utmo-"

"Ugh, yes. With utmost respect, I suppose?`"

Flinching at the loud shut of the book in your hands, you gently set it aside onto the table infront of you.

"Your dear Emperor had disrespected not only me but this entire Empire by abprubtly declaring his wis- Wait, actually more like demand, that we hold a banquet to "commerate" our engagement. If his army wouldn`t exceed in size in comparison to ours, then we would have tried to get his head for that but oh well."

Not wanting to indulge too far into your not-so-well hidden distaste infront of his own people (not like it was far too late for that) you tried to distract yourself from such annoying thoughts as your fingers grazed over the meticulously crafted design of the book`s cover.

"Clearly shows us how power can win at the end of the day. Isn`t that right, Karl?" you sighed out, looking straight into the poor tailors eyes, unwillingly letting the dwelling frustration in your chest put words in your mouth.

Karl, one of that man`s most competent tailors, gulped at your question, desperately trying to ignore your sharp gaze at him.

Where was "the kindhearted and generous" part the Emperor had told us about when we would be facing the princess??

"W-Well I think tha-"

Sigh

Shoulders tightening at the soud of your seemingly exasperated sigh, he let his eyes stick to the floor like glue, not wanting to risk getting on your bad side.

Unbeknownst to him, you were just simply and utterly exhausted by this whole ordeal already.

"It's alright. You dont need to put your life on the line just to answer a silly question of mine. "

Trying to ease the tension with a lighthearted joke, you had to supress a groan at your own stupidity as you took notice of his evidently avoidant stance, prefering to look at the floor than atleast an inch of your heel.

Maybe hell tell his Emperor that I am of short temper? Heh, wouldnt be too bad.

Entertaining yourself with funny delusions, you decided to put your focus on atleast getting out of this session which that had been extended for far too long to your liking.

"Just show me the dress and let's get this over with before one of you might collapse from exhaustion. We wouldn't want the Emperor's most competent tailors to tell him that we`ve been working you to the bone, so I`ll give you this."

You beckoned your finger at Clara.

The three tailors let their eyes linger on her figure, following her movements as she went over to a cabin on her right, opening it and seemingly taking something out of it.

Their eyes widened as they caught side of the golden emblem of the chest, their fingerstips slightly trembling at the uneasiness that filled their heads.

Only one question formed itself in their thoughts.

What kind of torture might befall onto us now?!

Yet that uneasiness was slowly morphed into disbelief and confusion as Clara stopped to stand next to you, slowly opening the chest to reveal it`s contents.

"Is that a-?!"

"But Your Highn-?!"

"We possibly couldn`t-?!"

A sharp silence filled the air as you held up your palm infront of them, halting their pleads to stop you from giving them each a sack full of gold.

Letting you eyes glance at Clara to your side, you gave a her a curt nod as you picked one of the gold sacks out of the chest.

The rattling of the coins let a clump form in their throats, forcing them to try and gulp the nervousness down as you seemed to be assessing the item in your hand, feeling the weight of it as you let your hand lightly shake it.

"This might be what? A year full of your earnings?"

No one let out a word.

"Hmm, possibly yes? Yet I told you."

Holding your other hand out, you beckoned them to open their palms, another sigh escaping your lips as a tiny voice in your head wished, it would be as easy to handle the mere presence of their "Employer" as you handled his tailors.

Mere fantasy

Whispered the voice in your head as you let each of the three sacks fall into their hands.

As expected

The corners of your lips tilted upwards as you gazed at their baffled faces, their eyes trembling as they had gazed at you in not so contained excitement.

"I'll make you work but not to the bone. You'll be rewarded graciously as befitting of this house standards since you may be employees of his land. Yet you should remember, that you are also considered esteemed guests and shall be given the right payment."

Easing the tension further, you let a smile grace your lips at them.

"I have to sadly praise your Emperor for atleast having a keen eye when it comes to high achieving members of society."

That`s very blunt?!

Thought the three of them and yet their hearts couldn`t betray the giddiness inside of them as they let the weight of the gold fill their minds.

"Spend it for whatever you want. Family, food, your housings or any other selfish reason. It is yours after all."

Turning your head to your side, you first gazed at the chest then at Clara, lastly nodding at her as she had seemed to have understood the meaning.

Watching Clara turn away to put the chest back into the cabin , you took one last look at the three tailors.

" I shall dismiss you for the day since this must have been quite tiring for you. I shall depart for a break as well."

A quick bend in the knees for a curtesy, you let your feet take you to the table decorated with ready made snacks for your tea time at the far right of the room, a window perfectly displayed on it`s wall to gaze out of it and onto the garden.

The tailors could merely blink at your sudden change in behavior as your lady in waiting stepped infront of them, blocking you entirely out of their sight.

"The princess wishes to take a break. You may use your earnings as however you`d like as she had told you. We will notify you later during the day about the prefered changes of the dress. Sir Suehiro will accompany you while a maid will show you the way to your rooms for the upcoming days."

The clinking of a tea cup being set onto a plate echoed through the room.

"Clara, you may choose Sir Michizou to accompany them. I`d like for Sir Suehiro to stay here at his rightful place as my appointed knight after all." You stated as you took a bite of one of the many cookies infront of you.

Clara merely shook her head at your statement, a sigh leaving her a she slightly bowed her head.

"As you wish, Princess."

Said knight had been guarding outside the door with Tetchou, having heard tiny bits of the conversation.

"Damn, Tetchou. I keep forgetting how much guts the princess has for just constantly badmouthing the Emperor."

He couldn`t help let out a low chuckle at his own words, Tetchou also not resisting the quirk up of his lips at that.

"I know. She's funny."

Cackling at his friend`s blatant statement, he coughed into his hand as the door opened, the glare of the lady in waiting not going unnoticed.

Straightening their backs as the tailors came into their view, they nodded in acknowledgement at them as Clara spoke.

"Sir Michizou, could you please accompany them to their chambers? Just follow this maid and then you can return to your post afterwards."

Shooting her a quick glare at the barely hidden but more than annoying small smirk at him, he supressed a sigh as he nodded.

"Understood."

Nodding her head at one of the maids in the room, one of them stepped forward, hands crumbling the skirt tightly as she hastily made her way towards them before giving the guests a quick bow.

"F-Follow me, please..."

Sarah, the newest maid, hurriedly squeezed her way through the door as she quickly made her way down the wall, the tailors and the knight trying to match her quick tempo.

Deadpanning at her nervous form, Clara turned her full body towards Tetchou, him tilting his head at his stare.

"Does the Princess demand for my Presence?"

Shooing all of the maids out of the room, she closed the door behind them as she sat down onto the couch while Tetchou made his way towards you.

"Clara, you don`t wish to join me for a nice up of tea and enjoy these delicious snacks with us?"

Snatching a cookie from your plate as she proceeded to let her body flop onto the couch, laying on her back as she flipped through the book.

"No. I refuse to spend my time with any of you sick lovebirds. Don't even know how you're gonna manage that while being the Emperor's fiance. "

You watched her movements in amusement as she proceeded to sit up, letting her side lean and putting her arm onto the back of the couch, hand pressing against her cheek as she leaned into it.

"Also why didn`t you choose the other dress? It looks more flattering than the other one." Raising an eyebrow at her sudden question, you decided to be silent, knowing there would be more to come out of her mouth.

As expected, she accusingly pointed a finger at you.

"Also stop calling me by that wretched name when were alone. You seem to be enjoying teasing me a bit too much these days." A deadpan expression carried her actions, as you couldnt help but stifle a chuckle, all while you dismissinlgy waved a hand at her.

"Alright, alright. Sorry, Y-o-s-a-n-o."

"Ugh, kids these days."

Not bothering to supress her groan, she flopped down onto her back, admiring the carefully crafted different shapes which decorated the ceiling, tirelessly trying to ignore the lovesick atmosphere forming not far from her presence.

Tetchou`s eyes had never left your form since you had summoned him to join you, engrossed in the way your eyes would crinkle in amusement whenever you and your lady in waiting interacted privately.

"Also, may I ask why you suddenly had the urge to act like the "kind" and "generous" princess you are supposed to be? Gifting them sacks of pure gold coins?"

Letting a smirk slip onto your lips, you took a sip of your tea.

" Well, just see it as a way of poking at him for putting a halt to my plans."

She knew you couldn`t see her yet still shook her head as a smile made its way onto her lips, your playful side never failing to make things interesting for her.

"Well, atleast you've got yourself some good tailors on your side. Fairly better than the one's your dear mother had hired some time ago."

"Indeed, I have." You spoke as you sipped at your tea, glancing at your beloved knight still standing next to you, feeling the twinkle in his eyes even when you`d close yours.

"Tetchou."

Even after many years, the sound of his name falling out of your lips never failed to make his heart soar higher for you, always enticing him in wanting to hear more of it.

Your sweet voice, the way your hair would fall into your face whenever you~d let your gaze trace his features while letting your fingersd smooth through his barely tamed hair as he`d make himself comfortable on your lap.

The way your eyes would glisten like the morning sun and fill with him with energy to continue through the day.

His favorite was hearing his name through whines and mewls as he`d feel your nails dig further and further into his back, laboured breath leaving your enticing lips, swollen from all the kisses you had given him as you plead for him to go faster, teary eyes blinking at him as he feels you get tighter and tighter until h-

"Yes, Princess?"

Blinking at the sudden mention of his name, which had been some seconds ago, you raised an eyebrow at how a hint of red could be seen on his cheeks.

"You know that you are allowed to sit down onto the chair and grab some cookies if you'd like? I did ask for your company after all."

Tucking at his collar a bit as he felt the heat not leave his face, he raised a fist to infront of his mouth as he cleared his throat.

"If that is your wish."

He made his way to the seat across from you, heart fluttering at the slightest hint of your fragrance wafting through the air as he sat down.

Not restraining a happy smile at being finally to admire his face infront of you, you held up a cookie in front of his mouth.

Without any words, he took a bite of it, savouring it's sweet taste as his eyes still hadn't left yours, a lovely trait of his that would never fail to make your knees buckle underneath him.

"Even after all these years, you still look at me like the first day we met." You mentioned as you let him finish eating the cookie off of your hands.

Wanting to wipe the crumbs off of his lips, you stretched your hand out yet a hold of your hand stopped you. Pulling it gently towards him, he closed his eyes as he licked the remaining crumbs off of your fingers, the light falling into his eyes as he opened them to catch the sight of your heated face.

After having wiped your hand clean with the handkerchief you had gifted him at the yearly hunting tournament, he pressed his lips on each of your fingers before intertwining them with his, enjoying the shade of berries adorning your face.

"I refuse to lose sight of what is important to me. You were the one who had given me a new life and I had sworn to protect you. At the end, you were the one who had shown me what true love is and I want to cherish it together with you."

Glancing at the table, he frowned before his eyes widened ever so slightly, an idea popping up in his head.

Letting the chair screech a bit too loudly to your liking, he pushed it away as he stood up, moving around the table to suddenly stand infront of you, his hand never having left yours.

"T-Tetchou? Is something the matter?"

Cursing silently at your sudden stutter, you blink up at him as he gazed down on you.

He put his free hand onto the back of the chair for support as he leant down, pressing yet again a kiss onto your hand, his intense gaze still boring into yours.

"May I?"

Scrunching your eyebrows together at his odd question, you couldn't help but chuckle at the realisation of what he meant.

"What do you think my answer will be?"

"A yes?" A slight tilt of his head to the side as he had a hunch what your answer would be but the small fear of rejection would always refuse to die within him.

"See? Then you may."

With a smile stretching across his lips, he leaned down further as he pressed a gentle but long kiss onto yours, letting out a hum at the lingering sweet mix of cookies and sugared tea on them.

The clearing of a throat reached your ears infront the both of you.

Trying your best to not let any disdain be shown onto your face, you broke the kiss yet couldn`t contain the small huff leaving your nose at the small but noticeable pout residing on his face as he shot a quick glare at Yosano.

"Ha? What are you glaring at me for?"

Realizing what had slipped out, his eyes widened as he straightened his back, his cheeks adorning the color of chery blossoms.

"I apologize. I did not mean to glare at you like that."

He was met with nly a lift of an eyebrow and the noticeable exasperated sight leaving her mouth as she waved him off.

"No need to hide it, I know I disturbed you two but there are footsteps coming up so you better put your act back on before someone catches onto you."

Before straightening his back to take his rightful position to stand next to you, you gave him a quick peck on the cheek as Yosano took a seat across from you, acting as if the two of you had been conversing about various things.

Right after she had wanted to reach out for a cookie, a knock echoed through the room.

"Princess, may I enter your chambers?"

A smile etched itself across your face as the low and raspy voice of your father's butler rung from behind the door, immediately recognizable since your youngest ages.

"You may."

The tall yet slightly bent down figure due to of old age crooked back with a strong aura rivaling that of your father's made it's way through your door.

The strong loyalty to the empire for centuries dawning on anyone laying their eyes upon him as the golden empire's crest adornes his blazer that could make even the strongest soldier falter in his presence.

Your heart swells with pride and gratitude for having him part of your life, a mere "butler" to accomodate to your needs in the eyes of outsiders, but for you and the people in this castle, a figure contributing strongly to the growth of this empire and especially your own and many others as well.

A rightfully prideful man known for his eccentric and boastful personality throughout the closest family members of the empire yet remains hidden as a humble butler coming from a traditional family having served your bloodline for centuries.

As soon as he had closed the door behind him, you began to hastily walk towards him, your face nearly hurting from smiling as your heart ached at the thought of getting to catch a glimpse of him less and less with each passing year as he`d be occupied with solely serving your father.

"Fukuchi!"

A boisterous laugh erupted out of him as he spun you around, not an ounce of old age traceable in the strenght he had always seemed to hold inside of him as a giggle escaped your lips.

"Little Princess! All these years and you still seem to love to be spun around by this old man!"

"Well you're still going strong! Aren't ya, Old man?!"

"Haha! That's true for sure, you lil' runt!"

Yosano sighed at your antics as she took a side glance to Tetchou, only to deadpan at his expression.

"Please tell me, I'm not the only one concerned by people possibly hearing the sheer volume of this man's voice? I do not wish to be here for another sudden unwished sword fight between these two."

Trying to make sense of this situation as she had seen this scenario way too many times, she took a glance at your knight yet Tetchou's eyes never strayed from your form.

"You think I could also spin her around like that in his age?"

Covering her face with her hands, she surpressed a groan as she took a deep breath in.

Sighing, she crossed her arms.

"Well, it's not my fault if something happens and yet I'm still glad that there are many things and especially people that never fail to lighten up her day."

She said as the corner of her lips tugged upwards yet went the opposite direction as an unpleasant thought etched itself into her head.

"Yet I sadly believe, it will decrease in the future."

Tetchou's eyes narrowed at her words, a terrible foreboding in the gut of his stomach as she stepped forward towards the both of you.

And he might be here because of the reason for it.

Were the thoughts of both Tetchou and Yosano as their eyes locked onto your figures, a different degree of worry in their hearts.

Having gently set you down, you welcomed the slight throb of dizzyness in your head as a feeling of nostalgia buzzed through your body.

Petting your head with an adoring smile on his face, he looked behind you as he saw your lady in waiting and your knight approach you.

"May I ask for what you have come to visit the Princess? I thought you were busy preparing the ball to welcome the Tyrant?"

Letting out a good laugh at the sudden name calling, he shot her a smile before coughing into his hand, remembering the actual serious matter for why he had come.

"I deeply apologize for the delay, Lady Clara. I was sent to relay the Emperor's words to the Princess-"

What's with this 180° turn of personality?

Deadpanned all three of you as you continued to listen to him.

"- which entail that the "Tyrant" you speak of will be arriving a week earlier. Precisely spoken, this evening. "

"WHAT?! What do you mean already this evening?! Is he insane?!!"

I already had to delay my plans because of him and NOW he's also here way earlier than I was previously told to?!

"Why-?"

"What the f-?"

"Fukuchi, I demand an explanation! What is the meaning of that sneaky Emperor's hurry?"

Eyes shaking in near uncontainable anger as the fleeting image of yesterday's letter flashed into your mind, one that you had torn apart to spite said soon to be fiancé.

Is that what he had meant with "I'll be awaiting to soon finally let my humble self be graced by your presence, dear soon to be betrothed of mine."?!

You hadn't thought with "soon" that he had meant a week earlier!

Fukuchi had anticipated your reaction (and of the other two) as he himself was flabbergasted when the idea of a marriage between the you and that man first came up randomly during a delegation meeting.

A meeting he for once wasn't by his emperor's side due to an abrupt leave in concern of "family matters".

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"What is this marriage that I have been hearing about, Your Imperial Highness?"

There he stood with his back turned towards him, watching you enjoy a cup of tea in the garden together with your precious lady in waiting.

A sigh left his mouth as he turned to look over his shoulder at his friend and ally of many years, guilt seeping into his body as he fought against the feeling of his shoulders slumping slightly under the pressure of it.

"I hope your family has been well?"

A dreaded silence fills the room as an unwanted shaky breath leaves the emperor`s lips. The buzz of people throughout the castle walls, the birds from the garden and your faint laughter as a smile graced your lips. Eyeing the portrait of his beloved wife and daughter, he closed his eyes.

Turning to greet his greet his friend properly, the frown deepens.

"It is exactly as you heard, my friend. The rumors are no mere rumors. It is as these gossipers speak. There will be a marriage between my daughter and that lying fox."

Fukuchi had never been one to hide his feelings if it came to things that "displeased" him.

Though "displeased" would be far too light to describe it.

The Emperor could see the disbelief morph into anger and disappointment, something he had been seeing in himself a lot emerge like a broading storm in his chest, which had begun to slowly erupt in its full form inside of his old friends mind.

"I have known you for years to know that you had entertained such ideas in your mind before my departure. Yet why did you choose to remain silent and bear the burden by yourself?."

Fukuchi had a hunch to why he had not told him about any of this.

Yet he refused to succumb to his theories on the "whys" and "hows" until he had heard the explanation leave the Emperor`s mouth.

Not that it would make this matter far easier to digest.

"There is a reason for why I have been serving this family for years and it is one of my duties to bear some of it as well. So do enlighten me, Ol' friend of mine."

The Emperor`s lips tucked upwards at the name for a second, a bitter taste beginning to reside in his mouth, his words lingering in mind as he sat down onto the chair in his office.

"I know for sure it saddens and angers you as much as it does for me. The failure of protecting my people and family properly lies entirely on my fault. If only I had more-"

"More people for your army? Then why didn't you simply say so? You knew that I have the capabilities to organize such a grand ordeal. It is nothing than something trivial if it's about recruiting competent people. You have seen what my men can do."

A lighthearted chuckle escaped his friend's mouth, only etching Fukuchi's frown deeper into his face.

"Fukuchi. That is exactly the reason why I have chosen to bear this burden alone. It is no rumor that his army surpasses that of mine in numbers and perhaps even in power. Yet it is perhaps the selfish nature of humanity I have chosen to succumb myself to as the feeling of not wishing to send any more people to war has become stronger over the years of peace."

"Then what about the Princess? Your own daughter whose happiness you had promisedto protect the most?"

The downcast eyes and the slight clenching of his fists were enough of an answer for Fukuchi.

He couldn't blame him.

It wasn't unheard of to "marry off" their own child, mainly daughters, to maintain a certain hold in society and perhaps even acquire more power because of such ties.

Yet the higher the position, the greater the burden that would befall onto them.

And yet, there was a part of Fukuchi which had chosen to believe in his friend as he presented him his heir from the first woman he had ever truly loved.

His friend who had united not only two nations together but also it's people after the Great War 30 years ago. Pouring his own being purely into the improvement of his Empire, focusing on one goal. It lead to many failed marriages, neglected children until he had found the love of his life while all the time, Fukuchi remained by his side.

He was loyal to the empire.

Loyal to it's people.

But foremost, to it's family holding the balance of this nation.

He wished for no such feeling yet the sense of betrayal to his oath lingered in his heart.

The strength in refraining from shaming his friend for such weakness waning with every word spoken.

""I have failed many children of mine. This time, I promised this one years of happiness with me by their side." These were your own words. You can not possibly wish to go against i-"

"Fukuchi!"

Not flinching at the sudden burst of volume residing in his voice and the sudden slam of his fist against the table, he held his gaze as the Emperor closed his eyes.

"You know damn well why I had to make this choice. The marriage will not happen immediately. Only after I have seen and witnessed him myself, will I let my daughter be wed off to him. Until then they shall remain bethrothed. It is a mere prolonging of the dreaded wedding since I do not wish such a burden to befall yet onto her shoulders. But I can not let my people suffer due to my selfishness."

He felt a dull ache in jaw as he realised he had been clenching it the whole time listening to this disgraceful Emperor's words.

Every attempt to derive his opinion of it's disgusting degree of naiveté and foolishness would just be futile and a waste of time.

The Emperor had chosen not to dwell any longer onto his friend's words as he had risen from his seat, back turned towards him yet again as he stared out the window, somber clouds beginning to approach the castle as he watched maids gather your things and carry them as you went back to shield yourself and the others from the approaching rain.

Deep breath exhaled through Fukuchi's nose as he put his hand onto his chest for one last bow.

"I understand, Your Imperial Highness. I shall no longer inquire you about this matter unless you wish to speak of it. I shall now excuse myself and start with the preparations since I do believe it won't be long until he will grace us with his presence."

Only a lowly huff passed the Emperor's nose at the thought of said person.

"Grace, you say? For his people and anyone eyes, he might seem like an angel gracing the lands. Yet none of them have ever bore witness to the sight of such a child's face stained with the blood of his enemies. Truly a frightful sight I have wished to forget but the Gods do not grace us with such mercy as it seems."

Another silence befell upon the room, both dwelling into unpleasant memories before Fukuchi broke it with a clearing of his throat.

"Then I may take my leave, Your Imperial Highness."

The Emperor followed the turn of his back with an eye over his shoulders as Fukuchi made his way towards the door, only for him to halt his movements as his hand gripped the door handle.

"I will repeat myself just like I have for many years now. Even if our opinions differ at times, it is no reason for our companionship to suffer under these circumstances. I believe it will only strenghten it's bond, so I will thank you as always for the patience you have gifted to such a meager and foolish man such as I. As always I'll entrust you with the plannings of the upcoming events and any aid you are in need of shall be given to you immediately."

A foolish man indeed you are.

"I thank you, Your Imperial Highness."

Were his only words as he opened the door, stepping outside of it as he felt the weight of their conversation make itself fully known.

Turning around to close the door, he faced the Emperor's back for a last time.

"I shall also regard to you my gratitude for worrying about my humble family. To ease your spirit, I can assure you that they have been well."

Gently shutting the door, his hand strained against the handle as the grip on his hand had tightened around it unbeknownst to him.

I must hurry with my plans.

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It hurt.

Yet you weren`t sure what it was.

Was it the weight of your heart getting heavier with each passing second as Fukuchi`s words rang through your head?

Or the palms of your hands, threatening to be broken by your nails digging themselves further into your skin as your fists clenched to somehow ground yourself.

Yosano took a glance at Tetchou, only for her to shake her head at him, signaling him it wasn`t the right time to interfere.

Not like this

She mouthed at him yet tried to give him a half felt smiled to atleast show him that she felt the same sentiment.

It hurt her as well.

A shiver ran through your body as you suddenly felt something warm touch both of your hands, snapping you out of your trance.

Fukuchi let his gaze fall onto your hands, frowning at the tiny bloodstains forming and making themselves known through your delicate gloves as he lifted them up, slowly unraveling your fist until he could gently grasp your open palms into his.

"Your hands used to be way smaller, little princess. "

Slowly letting your eyes fall onto his eyes, a lump formed itself inside of your throat, his kindhearted smile trying to hide his crestfallen eyes as he continued to speak.

"And yet, you still have to treat them as if they were delicate. A treasure to be taken care of because only with these hands can you change your way of living."

Trying to stop your lips from quivering , you could only let out a whisper, fearing you might break down any moment.

" But how?"

You could see it in his eyes. You were glad it wasn`t pity, yet the answer was laid out in them, only fueling your fear and confusion of what is about to come.

"That, is something only time can tell. But know this, my little bird."

Your lips couldn`t help but quirk upwards as he let one of your hands fall onto your side, the back of your other hand receiving a peck.

" I shall always support the small sun of our Empire, no matter what kind of storm might befall us. Everything I do will be for your and the empire`s sake."

All of the words whirling inside of your head, all the pleas for wanting to run away, to make this stop and yet none of it could make it out of your mouth.

And the fact that it was Fukuchi made a small smile grace your lips as you knew that a silent nod was enough for him to understand everything that needed to be said.

Reciprocating your smile, he gently let go of your hands, your hands immediately seeking his father like love but knowing that he will be needed elsewhere.

A princess mustn`t be selfish

Whispered the tiny voice inside of your head, reminiscing you of one of your many vigorous etiquette lessons.

" Due to my duties I must depart now so I shall entrust the princess in your care, Lady Clara and Sir Suehiro."

"Yes, Head Butler Fukuchi."

"As I always do, Sir Fukuchi."

A sense of relief managed to ease a bit of the weight on your shoulder, knowing he could rely on your most trusted allies, especially havin known both of them since their younger years as well.

"Then I shall wish you a good day, evening and night." were his last words before turning his back towards the three of you, the shut of the door echoing in the far too silent dressing room.

You could only stare after him, your eyes fixated on the spot where he stood infront of you, suddenly feeling like the little girl that couldn`t get out of her room to call for help as the thunder rendered her frozen until Fukuchi had come to check on her during his nightly rounds.

"Y/N."

Startling at the feeling of a hand on your shoulder, you slowly turned around, magenta eyes filled with worry staring back at you.

"Do you want to be left alone or do you want us to stay with you?"

You let your eyes shift towards Tetchou, a shaky breath passing through your nose as you saw the look on his face.

You felt guilty. Guilty for being unable to ease the pain in coursing through his entire being as your pain was equally his but he knew.

He knew as you looked at him.

"I shall tell Tachihara to guard your door for the rest of the day."

He began to walk towards the door, giving the crown of your head a peck.

"I`ll be there as soon as you call for me." he whispered as he let his lips linger for a moment before unwillingly taking a few steps back , engraving your current state into his mind, already formulating plans in how to get you out of this predicament.

Giving Yosano a curt nod before exiting the room, he took one last look at you before letting the door shut behind him.

Never would it leave Yosano`s mouth that she actually admired the bond between the both of you, him knowing by seemingly just a look into your eyes in what you needed.

Or perhaps he was just more emotionally attuned than her but even that , she wouldn`t deny.

"And I will tell the maids to assist you in the evening with your night gown."

Were Yosano's only words as she quickly engulfed you into her arms, yours wrapping themselves back immediately in habit as she gave you a light squeeze.

You could only nod as you felt the lump begin to truly clog up your throat, her only putting a hand on your cheek to stroke it before exiting the room as well.

The sun stung onto your skin as some of it's rays made it's way into your room, nearly blinding you as it made fun of your predicament.

You had originally planned to perhaps take a walk around the garden yet the impending date of his arrival would not let you do so.

"It's no use to cry about it but..."

Before you had even realised it, tears had already begun to stain your face, sobs barely being held back as you continued to gaze at the azure colored sky.

"I really really hate this."

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Night had befallen onto you faster than you had expected, a fact that had made you grip your sheets harder as you had been trying to fall asleep for what had seemed for hours now.

Hearing a knock on your balcony door made your heart thump greatly as you hurried towards it, having grabbed the candle holder from the nighstand beside your bed.

Fumbling with the lock on your door as the dim light of your candle merely gave you enough sight of his shadowed figure standing on your balcony, you had finally managed to open it.

A soft 'clack' came from the door as you had closed it after letting him in, the soft light glowing on his form as he stood before you in the garments worn underneath his normally knightly ones.

Long loose sleeves rolled back up to his elbows, the thin shirt leaving little to imagination as the knot on his shirt was loose as well, collarbone and a bit of his chest peeking at you as you quickly let your eyes drift towards his face, yet the small smile beckoned you to perhaps keep such thoughts to yourself for not too long.

Noticing him staring as you had lost yourself in your thoughts, you tried to wave the embarassment off, blinking up at him while you asked.

"May I know what brings you here? I thought you had wished to retire early for the night, Tetchou?"

Resolve wavering at the gentle call of his name, he softly grasped your free hand into his own, your grip on the holder tightening as he put your hand onto his face, your thumb immediately falling into a rhtyhm of tracing tiny shapes onto his cheek as he spoke.

"Not when I know that you're suffering alone in your room. I hope I am not disturbing your nightly rest, Princess?"

"Never."

Was an answer enough for him as you let him take the candle holder out of your hand.

"Then may I help you in getting your well deserved rest for the night?"

Heart thumping at the intention behind his words, you felt no need to act against them, the want in the thought of being held by him having invaded your mind much greater for the past month.

"We both know the answer already."

His eyes slightly lulled at your words, his heart never ceasing it's rapid thumping as if he were embracing you for the first time.

"Then allow me."

Letting a chuckle pass your lips, you wrapped your arms around his neck as he hooked an arm underneath your bottom, lifting you off the ground as he carried you with one arm while the other still held onto the candle.

"It never ceases to amaze me how truly strong you are." You spoke as he gently set you down onto the bed, the candle having been placed onto your nightstand next to your bed.

"It is my duty and wish to be strong enough to hold my place rightfully next to you."

He merely stated as you laid onto your back, head hitting your soft pillows.

Leg slightly twitching in surprise at the cold air from the outside still stinging onto his hands, goosebumps had began to rise onto your entire body in both anticipation and slow creeping up impatience.

"Strong enough to shield you from any harm."

He spoke as he had began to slowly climb his way onto the bed and onto you, gently placing a kiss onto your ankle as he began to trace the addictive form of your body with his lips, relishing the tremble of it underneath him as he continued to speak.

"Strong enough to bear any burden you'll carry."

Your breath hitched as he had put both of his hands on either of your thighs, giving him a nod at the lingering question in his eyes as he let his hands glide upwards, eyes widening at the sight infront of him as he had pushed your night gown up to your hips, his grip tightening, making your back slightly arch into his touch.

"W-Well, you weren't the only impatient one here so I thought I might... make it easier for us..."

Eyes shaking at letting the very image of your naked half seep into his mind ,only thin undergarments hiding little to no imagination while the desire to embrace you started to profusely cloud his sober thoughts, his wish to worship you in body and mind enveloping his entire being.

"Then I will not make you wait any longer since I-"

You felt your bottom lip tremble slightly at the sudden loss of his bare hands, yet a wave of arousal hit you as he pulled of his shirt, the muscles and scars on his chest screaming for your touch as a slight sheen of sweat began to build on it.

"- also seem to not be able to hold back anymore."

Lifting your bossom up as he put his hands on it, he pulled you closer towards his hips, a sudden stutter in them as you felt his groin pressed against your core.

You couldn't help but let out a whine at his firm touch as you instinctively wrapped your legs around him, arms stretched out as you batted your teary eyelashes at him.

"Don't hold back. Kiss me and embrace me as much as you want to. Give me your love just like I'll always give you mine."

Suppressing a groan at your intoxicating words, he let both of his hands press your arms next to your head, tracing their shape before finally intertwining your fingers with his, feeling his desire at the tightening grasp around them while he let his face draw closer to yours until the tips of your nose touched.

"Then I shall do so."

Were the last words he spoke before captivating your lips with his own, whining at the taste of his spit entering your caverns as you opened your mouth in haste, wanting to feel more of it as he replied with his tounge grazing every corner inside.

Pressing the sole of your feet into his back, he let out a groan at the feeling of you rolling your hips into his as he continued to suck on your tounge and engulf your sounds with his mouth.

A bite on his lips made him groan as he broke the kiss after a long while, both of you panting for air as he felt a damp patch beginning to form between his legs, the restraint of his pants growing with each passing second.

"Would you... Would you wish for me to help you with that?"

You knew his answer at the squeeze of your hand as he let you sit up. Helping you with perching you up onto his lap, he turned around as he let his back rest against your bedframe, your chest pressed against his as the soft flesh of your thighs sat on his, stopping himself just barely from cursing out at the feeling of your weight on his groin.

You gave him an open mouthed kiss on his cheek as you began to descend downwards, shaky breaths being exhaled through his nose as you engraved the form of his neck, chest and entire body into your mind, giving him every bit of his love for you back as you traced the shape of his body with your lips.

You let your hands roam, feeling the muscles you could always drool for, contradict under your touch.

The familiar slightly musky smell made your legs rub themselves together as you laid between his legs, face pressed against his very part as you gave it's clothed form a kiss.

You felt his hand gently weave through your hair, making you lift your eyes up to meet his worried ones.

"Do not overexert yourself for my pleasure, my love."

If he'd be a confectionary, then your teeth would be rotten immediately from it's addictive sweet taste.

"Oh, Tetchou. Your pleasure only makes me yearn for your embrace even more. You're always doing so well for me so let me give you something back."

A hiss slipped out of him at the feeling of the cool air hitting his very member and your hand gently wrapping itself around it's head.

"And don't you dare pull out until I say so. These are the only times where I can freely show you my greed and frankly, it is addicting to both you and I."

Were your last words before he let out a whine too loud for his liking as you engulfed him fully in your mouth.

Tears began to build themselves up in your eyes as you tried to inhale as best as you could through your nose while giving him one last reassuring gaze, before slowly beginning to move your head back and forth, tounge wetting and licking it as if it's your last meal, never failing to let your ears be blessed by the sounds slipping past his mouth.

You felt him tug at your hair, the slight sting only encouraging you to take him as much as you can, his shaky hand grasping teh back of your neck and labored breath forcing out whines out of you as you felt yourself get wetter at the sounds of him.

Letting your hand wrap around the lower half of his member as the other one began to cup his testicles, gently massaging them as you continued to suck with fervor while slurping sounds resonated through your room.

Listening to his shaky breaths and feeling his heaving chest made you unable to stop your movements, sounds escaping even louder out of him whenever you'd grip or suck a bit harder, sheets crumpled up under his trembling hands as he held himself back, not wanting this to be done too soon.

"Y-Y/N, please stop." His pleading voice spurred your movements further until you felt him tap your head two times with the hand grasping your hair.

Giving it on last suck, a smirk made it's way onto your face at the feeling of his hips bucking further into your mouth. He felt a shudder run down his back as he watched you lick your lips at the sight of his with already sweat glistening body, chest heaving in deep breaths while his member continued to throb, precum and spit sticking to it while your hands had moved to either one of his thighs, stroking him as he slowly calmed down from his nearly reached high.

"Tetchou~", you cooed at him, "Did you just reject me from getting my dessert before bed?"

Holding back a chuckle at the sudden widening of his eyes, yet yours still crinkling, as he pursed his lips at your words.

"N-No, I would never dare to. I just... I just wanted this moment to last a bit longer."

He really wanted to be ravished by you at this point. For many his honest and blunt words were deemed as "inappropriate" yet in this forsaken world that was led by lying and manipulation, it was welcomed in your palace, especially in the embrace of each other.

Inhaling strongly at the feeling of your core pressing up against him as you sat down on his lap, you felt the thumping of his heart against yours as you put a hand on his cheek, drawing closer for a kiss.

"I thank you for always being honest with me, my love."

Moans being exchanged between your lips, the air getting hotter with every passing second while you kissed each other with fervor, the need to feel the other as close as possible engulfing the both of you.

Soon, squelching sounds were accompanied by your movements, your undergarments deemed useless as they merely continued to get wetter with each thrust.

He reluctantly broke the kiss as he moved down onto your neck, letting his teeth graze and bite into your shoulders, marked spots only in places that would never inconvenience you and only for him to witness and enjoy the sight of them.

"Please, let it be my turn now to pleasure you, my flower."

He spoke as he lifted you from his lap, turning the both of you around as your back rested against the pillows on the headboard. You felt his lips move further down, a hitched breath stuck in your throat as you felt him give your core a languid kiss while he let either of his hands slowly run up and down on each of your thighs, lastly letting them rest on his shoulders as he continued to let his hands glide over them back and forth, mesmerised by their softness.

If he could choose a place to die as your honorable knight, it would truly be between your thighs as they resembled soft clouds embracing him into heaven`s realm.

"Will you allow me?"

Always prioritizing your needs, even when you could blatantly see how eager he was to finally give his full attention to you and pleasure you like no one else could, you only needed to give him a smile and a nod as you braced yourself in anticipation and excitement for what was to come.

Teeth digging strongly into your bottom lip, only the sting of it merely stopped you from whining out loud as he wasted no time to push your underwear to the side.

"T-Tetchou. Don`t keep me waiting for too long." wer you able to squeeze out as he had pushed his face between your thighs, his nose pressing up against your core, letting your fragrance enter his body like a drug that could render him unconscious from how addicting it was.

Embarassment thrown out of the window as you looked down at him, only to be met with yearning in his eyes, making you want to press your thighs together if it wouldn`t be for the firm grip he had on both of them.

"You`re just too addicting to me... But I also can not hold back anymore since..."

Hooking his finger onto your underwear, he pulled it to the site, barely able to stop himself from drooling at the sight of it glistening like the water in your favorite fountain whenever the moon would shine on it.

Letting your hands grip onto his head as you felt him press a lingering kiss onto your clit, you couldn`t stop your back from arching up as he took a long stripe at your core, now feeling the affects that it had been far too long since your last night together.

"You are truly divine." He whispered to himself yet loud enough for you to hear as he let his tounge trace the shape of your clit, changing from sucking at it to lapping at your core like a madman.

You felt your body heat up with each lick and suck as his shameless moans at the taste of your essence further lulled you into losing yourself in his embrace.

In the midst of it all, you twitched at the slight sting in your core as you felt him slide his middle finger inside of you, his other hand rubbing your thigh as an apology.

Not leaving your lower ips before planting a wet kiss onto it, you saw the pleading look in his eyes.

"`M sorry, I just... seem to be unable to hold myself back."

"Then don`t."

You panted out as you tugged his head downwards, your own eagerness nealry making him whine out as he felt the throbbing of his own member not cease, even after having rubbed it against the sheets while enjoying the taste of you.

"I truly love you, Y/N." were the last words you heard as you felt the grip on your tighs tighten.

"I l-love you, to- Ngh?!"

Head luckily hitting against the pillows he had placed behind your back, you pulled at his hair as he wasted not time in going back to work.

It didn`t take long until two and finally three finger fit inside of you, him taking his sweet time to finally feel as close as he could to you as he would always make sure to embrace you fully without any discomfort.

Helping you lie down onto your back as your legs quivered from your previous climaxes while he took his time in "preparing you", feeling too weak to hold back any whines and moans as you felt his member rub against your bare velvet purse.

As his own hands assisted you with pulling your night gown off of you, blown out eyes shook at the way your body glistened as the heat had made its way to you, the sweat clinging onto your body like exquisite jewellry, hair disheveled from all the tugging during your kisses.

Not even the most beautiful dress crafted with only the finest of materials could come close to your bare beauty laid out infront of him.

A sight only for him to cherish and to see.

He had tried his best to refrain from letting such carnal desires get to him in fear of accidentally hurting you and yet the thought of someone else possibly getting to see something for his eyes alone filled his mouth with a bitter taste.

Feeling him tilt your chin towards him, he captured your lips like a starving man, the sudden aggression only fueling your need to be taken by him immediately as he braced an arm next to your head, caging you between him and the bed.

He felt undeserving to utter these next words, his gut churning at the thought of it but even he wanted to be selfish for once, especially when the time to hold you in his arms would slip through his fingers like sand in no time.

"Y/N, would you wish to be mine?"

Surprise laid in your hazy eyes at his sudden question, the dumbfounded look om your face ceasing in seconds as you realized the intention in his words, the slight quiver in his voice not going unnoticed.

Putting both hands onto each of his cheeks, you let a thumb glide over his bottom lip as to seemingly help to put his frown away from his face.

"I have always been yours just as you've always been mine. Not even an Emperor could rip the love my heart holds for you out of me. I would be lying if I'd say i'm not afraid at all but we will always find a way to be with each other. Regardless of what's to come."

Giving him a peck on his nose, you felt a lump in your throat form as you felt the quiver of his lips on your thumb, the glisten in his eyes a sight you've seen on yourself too many times at night and yet, you could fully grasp and feel the bare fear of him losing to a man he'd dare to challenge if there wouldn't be the consequence of you getting hurt, making himself an enemy of the empire or getting beheaded.

"It is okay to fear, my love. We'll love and comfort each other tonight without a mind of this world. Would you like that?"

Nodding silently at your words, you lifted your legs up as he pulled your undergarments off, rubbing the head of his member against your core.

"I would love to, Y/N."

The slight sting of his bottom lip being bitten by him felt like nothing compared to the tightness enclosing around him, a moan slipping out of the both of you as he tried to silence you both with a feverish kiss on your lips, his hand slipping between the both of you as he began to rub your clit, easing the tension of him entering inside of you.

It didn't take long for him to be fully sheathed in, veins popping on his arms and neck as he held himself back from finishing to early, wanting to relish in your warmth for as long as he could as he gently pressed against your stomach with his hand at the sight of his bulge nestled in your walls, making your back arch into his touch.

"T-Tetchou! P-Please move. I can't wait any longer."

"B-But I do not wish to hurt yo-"

Grabbing him at the back of his neck, you pulled him in for a kiss as you pressed the sole of your feet against his thighs, moaning into each other's mouths as you felt him fill you even deeper with his length.

Not wanting to make you wait any longer, he began to pull out until he was barely inside before shoving it in with a slow drag until he was fully pressed against you, not able to push in anymore. He continued with the same rhythm for a while, slowly losing your mind as you kept feeling it his entire length deeply inside of you.

Only a ahort time had passed as he began to quicken his pace while your grip continued to tighten around him, your body fully locking him into a tight embrace just like his lips would never leave yours, only to mark your chest or shoulders in places for his eyes only.

His touch, smell and looks full of devotion and love made the build up inside of you approach you fast, his stamina unrelenting as he had been keeping a steady pace for over an hour now.

"T-Tetchou, 'm close!", you wailed as tears had long begun to roll down your cheeks, the feeling of his pelvis rubbing against your clit as he made sure to fill you up as much as he could.

"It's alright, Y/N. Just let yourself go. I`ve got you."

Whining at the feeling of him continuously shaping yout walls while he slowed his movements, you felt yourself ready to gush at any moment as he gripped the back of your thighs in each of his hands, pressing them against your chest.

"Tap me on my hand three times if it hurts.", were his last words before he began to pick his pace, your mouth hanging open at the way he kept hitting your cervix so deliciously with no intention in slowing down at all.

Your body began to tremble as the momentum continued to build up inside of you, his pants growing louder as you tightened around him with each thrust.

"Let yourself loose, my love. I'll take it all for you."

His tooth-rotting lovesick words edged your build up even further until you felt something snap inside of you.

Engulfing your moan into his mouth, he halted his pace, pressing further into you as you gushed around his length, slicking the sheets and his thighs with your juices.

He waited until your breathing had calmed down, breaking the kiss as he looked at your own blown out eyes, the heat spreading through your body as you saw him shift his eyes towards his thighs and your core, unknowingly licking his lips at the sight of the clear sheen covering your lower half including his, some of it even dripping down onto the sheets.

Gulping at his unbreaking gaze, you felt his still hard member inside of you, wincing slightly as he gently put your legs down yet still stayed sheathed inside.

"You can do more, can you?"

Thrown off by his sudden question, you threw your head back as he pressed deeper inside of you, always trying to stretch you out, shaping your inside to fit for him and only him.

"One more for me, my flower? Since only one isn't enough for the both of us."

Letting out a breathy chuckle at your eager nodding, he let his hands roam over your body before finally settling down onto your hips, his tight grip leaving bruises he'd know you'd love to see in the mirror in the next morning.

"Then I'll make sure to embrace you and satisfy us fully for the night."

It didn't take long for him to get back into his pace, the way he'd embrace you sooner or later not failing to possibly impregnate you, a selfish thought he'd never dare to utter out.

The night was young as you fully relished in the feeling of him and him alone, ultimately forgetting atleast for a night about the events that are about to befall unto the both of you and cherishing the somber moments of peace in each other's embrace as he coaxed out orgasm after orgasm out of you.

omg im back?? more like i had this sitting for AGES in my drafts and was like "wait a minute... This only needs to be proofread??" i thought i legit had like more than a half of it to finish this 😭 welp here u go yall 😋 cant promise when ill update again since im rly busy with exams 😭 so idk i can only say that my updates will pop up like surprises 👻 WHAT i can say is that in the next chapter, our "tyrant" will be introduced hehe, yall already know who 😋😋 anyway until next time and hope yall have been staying healthy!!

[on-a-lucky-tide]

HiHi

I don't usually use anon for asks, but I'm going through a bit of a depressive slum rn and idk, I just find comfort in your writing.

This is a tiny bit of a vent so feel free to ignore this if its not okay!

But, what do you do if you ever feel like you rlly just don't like something you've written, or are ever just. stuck? I'm just like, I feel like I can't write rn and man it sucks.

But gosh I rlly love your writing.. you seem like such a nice guy and I rlly hope I'm someday able to build up the courage to interact more. I sorta suck at that no matter what I do I'm sorta terrified to do so, it makes it sorta hard seeing others interact so easily and I feel like I'm standing by the window and looking in. Sorry again, u don't gotta answer ofc if your not comfy doing so. Your just the first person I thought of rn for comfort.

Sorry you're feeling low about your writing, bud. Couple of things I can help you with.

Firstly, comparison is the thief of joy. In everything. If you compare yourself to where someone else is on their journey - fitness to writing - you will inevitably feel shitty. Stop doing it. If you really must, then seek out inspirations and not sticks to beat yourself with.

I've been writing since I was 11. I'm 34 this June. So, that is 23 years (and I'm still learning, sometimes I don't put my whole arse into something and just wanna write for fun... Quality May Vary should be my content warning). If you're in your early twenties now, imagine what you can do with another decade.

Secondly, this is your hobby and not your job. Take a break and do something else. I took a whole two years off. I didn't write a single thing while I focused on healing my mental health. Writing went from being a coping mechanism to a pleasure I indulge in.

Finally... and this might help, or it might not. Your writing brain is an engine. An engine needs fuel. Fuel for writing comes from the world around you and the media you engage with. Go read a book, go sit in a café and people watch, go for a walk somewhere beautiful or melancholy, sometimes I sit in a pub with a pint and daydream.

Same way you can't use a pen without ink, you can't force your brain to write on empty. Replenish it.

[comfortless]

how do you think König would react with an S/O who playfully fights/teases as a way to show affection? my love language is light bullying so idk if he'll be too receptive to that 😅

ohhh this is a fun/sad one, actually! 🥲 i think this would be torture for him, because i don’t see him as being someone who can take a joke well!

SO!

We are all aware König was bullied in his past. I personally see him as being somewhere on the spectrum, too.

He speaks his mind, and expects the same of you whether he voices that need or not. The people he was surrounded by as a child play a huge part in this. There was never any “playful” bullying when it came to his father, any change in tone or insult ignited a fight or flight instinct for König because of this. The children at school were even worse. His father was always easy enough to read as he had no choice but to be around him.

The fake love confessions, the mocking compliments, and the unprompted aggression were another thing altogether. If a girl called him “hot” growing up, she always seemed to be lying, laughing with her friends the second he became hopeful. If another student wanted to “be friends” it more often than not ended with poor König either showing up and sitting through a movie entirely alone or doing their homework for them with nothing in return.

König never properly mastered people, they’re all different shades of confusing. He never had the proper upbringing or chances to read them properly at all, and though he’s grown more comfortable in his own skin now, these things do still haunt him to an extent.

He would love a play fight, adores the feeling of getting to pin you and feel that flood of power. You’re smaller and weaker than him, most people are, but he doesn’t get to exert that energy anywhere else than on the field. It’s certainly not as fun when his opponent winds up dead and there’s no romantic aspect to it at all. You’re such a cute, fragile little thing in his eyes, he’s overly gentle but doesn’t hesitate in the slightest to engage. Physical touch is his love language, and the promise of getting to rough you up in other ways afterward is just a bonus!

But… say you’re playfully insulting him. Call him “ugly” or hurl any other insult at his body, and he just sort of shuts down. He’ll give you the blankest stare, avoid touching you, and likely storm off until he’s had time to calm himself down. A part of him recognizes that you don’t mean it, but the internal wounds speak much louder.

He would assume the worst, that all of this time you’ve just been pitying him and you’re only now speaking true. You’re not attracted to him, and he was an idiot for ever believing that you might be. This guy had tried and failed countless times to find himself with a pretty thing that he can love, and never would he say anything like that to you. It’s always an abundance of praise and an eternal stare. His eyes and hands never leave you. So, that stings.

Once he calms down… some, he would return with the same hurt painted across his face, ask you why through gritted teeth. Just, “Why?” Depending on if it’s something that can be fixed, maybe he’ll offer to do it for you. Make himself prettier, better built, anything so that you don’t leave him for a man you deem more worthy. He knows he sounds small and pathetic, but he can’t stop himself. He doesn’t want to lose you. It pisses him off knowing that he’s already done the work, too, only for the end result to be the same as the things he’s already endured.

He wouldn’t be entirely convinced that it was just a joke, but he isn’t the type to come sobbing to you for reassurance, either. The next few hours are filled with condescending little comments. “You like fucking ugly men, schatz?” or “Do you always get wet like this when you’re sorry?”

[slowcatsisland]

I love your Post about Laws ideal type. 💯😍Do you see him more with a boy or girl?

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A/N: omg I love this question sm bc regardless of what points I say it’s ambiguous and up to the audience’s interpretation and ultimately Oda’s however I seriously doubt Law would have a significant other in the canon timeline. Ty Ty for asking I had a ton of fun writing this out!

- I’m not religious and haven’t read the Bible so don’t attack me if I say smth improper about any of the sects of Christianity bc I’m using my preconceived and second hand knowledge abt it. if u think of smth pls comment and share ur thoughts w me I would love to be educated by another further respectfully ^^

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Trafalgar D. Water Law; Boy or Girl SO Preference?

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If you look at Flevance, they resemble a typical small Christian community, even if it isn’t explicitly stated. There were religious crosses, nuns, churches. There was most definitely a theme in Flevance’s religion about hope and the good in others, as the nun that Law sees says smth like, “There’s always a hand to help you.”

Flevance also had a high status of wealth (the whole diamond scheme) and the average cost of living/luxury of the average person was reasonably high. There vastly majority of the couple in Flevance were also probably traditionally monogamous, with one man and one woman.

I think if Law had grown up in Flevance his romantic interests would solely be focused on a female partner bc that would be the socially acceptable way and he wouldn’t view males in the perspective of a potential suitor. (Idk if this is recent interpretations of the Bible or not but it’s realistic to say that there would be stigmatism surrounding same sex couples in Flevance as most traditional believers of Christianity view same sex romantic relationships as ‘wrong ish’. At least where I live..)

However, the destruction of Flevance brought change to Law’s character and perception of love. Because of this and his loss of faith from this experience, I think adult pirate Law would be more willing to engage in a same sex relationship. (Would actually be a good writing moment made by Oda if it did happen imo but I digress)

I don’t ship LawLu, but I think Luffy is a real example of the type of person that could help Law heal and has aspects of what Law would need in a relationship. LawLu is good on a companionship/spiritual level imo but sexually/potentially romantically I do not see it at all being reciprocated by either Law or Luffy.

Just the fact someone like Luffy exists that had met Law is a good argument for Law being with a male, just not Luffy specifically.

Law’s significant other to me represents stability, safety, and humanity. This can manifest in people differently though so I don’t see him looking for something based on physicality.

Because of that I don’t see Law in canon having a preference between boy or girl for a partner. Perhaps a leaning towards female because that’s the traditional way of his hometown and in the One Piece world it seems like.

He’d need someone emotionally before he’d need them sexually imo, so if he found someone that worked for him and he was ready, that’s it no matter the gender.

Sexually he would probably be more attracted to females, and a lot of times sexual tension is mistaken for romantic tension but I don’t see Law acting upon either.

Hate to leave this discussion without giving u a definite answer anon but I just don’t think there is a definite answer yk.

My personal preference tho is him with a female because I see him falling for someone with a strong maternal presence. Yk little instincts and gestures they do towards him and the crew that sometimes make them sigh ‘okay mom’ while drawing out the ‘o’ in mom. Someone that reminds him of the feeling of safety and peace he felt as a kid in Flevance where his body wasn’t so tense all the time.

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Hope u liked reading this and it helped u form ur own opinion on who you prefer Law with !

Mwah 😽

[lecfoscism]

please tell us more about the threesome between pedri gavi and ferran🙏 princess and her two boyfriends

DISCLAIMER: THIS IS ALL IN MY HEAD!!!!! i know this is not real but that's where the fun is coming from!!! do not gun me down or call me cringe this is tumblr dot com. okay? okay.

also you are on an rpf blog and this post aint maintagged lol, unless we consume the same microplastics and host the same brainworms idk why ur here. if you do not like the certain flavor of microplastics i eat then i am sure there are other blogs who share your appetite <3

so i made a little chart (handwriting reveal), which i like to think captures how i picture the ferran/pedri/gavi dynamic:

if the dumb chart didn't spook/ick you away you can read further explanations:

so yes, i do see gavi/pedri as the married couple. i like to think that they probably got hitched really young (see how people shipped them together when gavi was barely eighteen) and that the wedding was super rushed. like, gavi got pedri pregnant and xavi had the shotgun out type of rushed. they were running on pure down-bad-horniness and leftover money from barca levers. it was almost a vegas wedding. before that, they had a very typical 'crushing on your senior' type of relationship, where it was half puppy love half hero worship from gavi. the marriage was happy, they're still fairly happy right now, but the thing about marrying young is that sometimes you feel like you got tied down way too early and didn't get to fool around, so there's this quiet resentment? insecurity? i dont know. they're in their weird bed separation era right now, which is my cope on why we're seeing less gadri moments. the love is still there, but they're distanced. less passionate? probably not. we all see how gavi is probably experiencing twink death to twunk rebirth right now, and i loveee a pretty top but him showing his forehead has just cemented his handsomeness for me, he really does look like a husband nowadays. sigh, pedri, why do you cheat on this man? which... speaking of...

okay, ferran/pedri though... yummers... they probably knew e/o for way longer than gadri knew e/o. but since ferran is the older one here, and he's way more experienced than pedri, he let them dance around in the ambiguity of a situationship not acted upon (the shark finds it hard to commit, that's why he has so many hoes). sort of backfired because pedri got snatched up by his cute dongsaeng he could never say no to, though. prior engagements however... does not stop 'things' from happening... despite the fedri married jokes i cannot imagine ferran torres as a married man, im sorry. he is sweet but in my heart he will always be a free spirit. probably one of those guys that stay engaged for like 5 years and doesn't see a problem with it. which is why i have him posed as the gadri homewrecker, aka the guy pedri fucks when gavi isnt around! is there feelings here? or is it just sex? that im still debating over. you dont let a situationship fester for years and not have feelings involved!

i know on the chart i wrote ferran/gavi as barely knowing each other, but to be honest this would be the hottest thing i need to see. to me they are different shades of 'guy who is SO horny'. they are both freaks and would def fuck nasty. pedri and me have to be present in the room when it happens though, like we're on the cuck loveseat watching this shit go down with popcorn in our hands. would start by fighting over pedri and end up making out. woah.

so what's the solution to all this? i think you can probably guess. you guys should start learning french cause we're going to see the eiffel tower! okay no but in all seriousness i feel like this either ends in the worst explosion ever or double penetration. maybe if ferran and gavi fuck first they can set aside their differences and go for the latter option. i mean, im hoping that they do (still in my cuck loveseat). but i think that maybe in a healthier universe, they could be a cute throuple. insert i want two boyfriends so i can dress them like twins tweet.

thanks for reading! i think i finally got it all out of my system and can be a normal and functioning member of society now. you have set me free anon, i know this is probably not what you asked for.

[yan-randomfandom]

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!

I wish you guys nothing but the best! Please take care of yourself (⁠っ⁠˘⁠з��(⁠˘⁠⌣⁠˘⁠ ⁠)♡ Let's go thru more & more years!!

Also, I decided to do a summary post for every end of a year! I'll be talking about the fandoms I've written for, my experience with them & list of anons!! (our own personal wrapped lol)

If you don't remember me, I write yandere, or not, stories for a bunch of characters!! :D

2024 — This one is special because it's the first year -4°

You just gotta Keep Reading 😺

[If you don't wanna be tagged, please tell me!]

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Gravity Falls!!!

STANLEY PINES.

Remember that name. If not, then I will. He's my very first muse to write for, who eventually gets posted on Tumblr. I owe this man my life, so thank goodness he's not real 😭

The GF fandom... gosh... my first tumblr fandom interaction, and I love you guys. So much. You're all so engaging, encouraging, endearing, and every other positive 'E' adjective that can describe you all!! 💛

I had so much fun writing the characters, geez.... Stan, Ford, the twins... AAARRGHH I MISS THEM

But you guys also made me realize how much I struggle at writing part 2s for one-shots LOL Having said that... there's a lot of requests I haven't answered, and ones that I was going to, but unfortunately lost motivation. And I rlly wish I could 😮‍💨 I'm sorry guys! but they're still safe in my inbox!

You're all so supportive and active, it makes me wanna cry 😭 My fics received so much wonderful arts and I just love how creative you all are 💕💕 [Godling!Reader was so loved!!]

ARTIST LIST:

@tyrannastar

@ctghost

@thebrokenmechanicalpencil

@thewaywardwanderer

ANON LIST:

Ikan anon

™️ anon

🐲 anon

🪴 anon

PLEASE TELL ME IF I MISSED YOU 😭 I DONT MEAN TO 😭 i fr just realized how messy my navigation is .. still, thank you all for stopping by my blog!! omg!!

TOTAL FICS: 18

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Fairly Oddparents: A New Wish

PERI FAIRYWINKLE-COSMA.

I searched for "yandere peri x reader" and i remember seeing nothing 😩 that was lowk a surprise—so I had to do a traditional method of 'write what u want to read' LOL

This might be the most chill fandom ever and it's so endearing (⁠´⁠ε⁠｀⁠ ⁠) I loved writing for you guys, genuinely!!

My first ever request came from you guys too, specifically saying "More yandere peri" WHAHHAHAH REAL— LET'S BE VERY HOPEFUL AND PRAY FOR SEASON TWO OKAY GUYS???

We only have one named anon for this fandom— 💘ficto anon !! You're also my very first named anon ... heheh (⁠ʃ⁠ƪ⁠＾⁠3⁠＾)♥️

TOTAL FICS: 10

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Arcane

EKKO.

I love this guy, but I didn't expect to write and post him as my first arcane fic 😭 THE BOY SAVIOR FR!! MY INSPIRATION

This is the most miserable fandom I've been active in 😭 Arcane show is leaving us in pieces and its showing by y'alls comments LMAOOOO

But this is also. the hardest fandom i wrote for. ngl. the characters.... the world building... I had to wait for the whole season to come out just because,,, pulls my hair out in a very demure way

I wish I could have written more for you guys but I had a specifically busy month with Arcane rippp ｡⁠:ﾟ⁠(⁠;⁠´⁠∩⁠`⁠;⁠)ﾟ⁠:⁠｡

I CANT BELIEVE I FORGOT BUT—— THAT ONE ANON WHO I RECOMMENDED @reareaotaku TO OMG!! that was lowkey amazing and even better that u actually did it rea !! lets goooooo

There are no named anons unfortunately, but I did name some myself!

ANON LIST:

Mage anon

Age Gap anon

Jinx anon

I think Age Gap anon is the same one as some of my other reqs, hi anon XD u keep coming back wahahah—so sorry i couldn't fulfill all your requests tho 😭 ESPECIALLY your Viktor requests. I had to stop because idk,, it felt like i was doing something wrong w Vik's character every time I tried 😔

— HOWEVER, i have a bunch of drafts. kinda long tbh, you can personally message me if u want to read them :)

And Jinx anon, I'll hopefully get back to your request someday.... I wanna take it more seriously this time ⊙⁠.⁠☉

TOTAL FICS: 10

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Minecraft Story Mode

ROMEO, THE ADMIN.

Bruh this guy LMAOOOO He was just so pathetic in the game that I had to write for him (⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)

This is the smallest fandom I wrote for, but it did get four requests! By 💘ficto anon following me from FOPANW,

and @skykaykay !! had 2 more additional parts with Romeo 🛐 glad u liked it enough to request for more 😭

For the yandere!Aiden, we got fanart from @sumthinganarchy ! Here's the link, and gosh... I'm pretty sure you're 💘ficto anon (tell me if you want me to not mention it!) and I just want you to know that,, thank you for sticking around 🙂‍↕️

AND LASTLY, an unreleased request—Isa, the founder. It's written, but incomplete still!! i'll post it this january 2025 🫡 btw anon yes i love your energy too WHAHAHAHA

TOTAL FICS: 4 (+1)

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Independent

We got two requests for fandoms I'm not exactly in, but did see!

That would be...

Tinkerbell

Cars

The Amazing Digital Circus

By these two anons...

Nyx anon, who requested for, well, Nyx and another for Ada Wong! It sucks that idk resident evil so I'm not confident enough to do it😭 AND,,, SCOUTFAIRY READER X NYX,,, IM SORRRRYYYYYY but if you're still interested you can remind me !! i might be able to.... yesss....

Anon that did not name themself, but I'm naming them to 👑 anon. Hilariously requested for Finn McMissile and I don't know why I didn't question WHO it would be 😭 (i know her irl. sigh)

Now for TADC, I'm actually in the fandom but only made one work for it. Absolutely spontaneous after hearing the music video of "Happy Place" it's a fun listen and watch btw, I recommend it if you like TADC!! the actual voice actors are there!

And after allat,

Thank you so much for reading my writing, everyone :D Made a lot of good memories this year, and hopefully my work did the same for you!

I have a lot more to say but my brain suddenly forgot everything I wanted to say, so now I'm speechless.

But, I'm also planning to become a bit more,,, inactive? hiatus-ish? in this account to focus on my bigger projects. only getting to post spontaneous writing rn

However, requests are still sort of open, and you can see my active fandoms in my sideblog, @pokepokee !!

I'm so much more active there!!! I reblog all of the fandoms I'm in.

Although for requests, it's going to be more rare for me to answer now. Just keep them coming though, who knows, I might suddenly have an idea.

Thanks for your support! Happy new year!!

[lesbiansanemi]

do you have yuri recommendations for someone who has never read or watched any yuri... i feel like i have been wandering a desert for years without water

Hi, yes, yes! I do absolutely have some recs and some resources for helping find more yuri! Disclaimer, some of these aren't necessarily my personal favorites when it comes to yuri, but they're popular and easy to access which makes them good options for someone looking to get into it!

First up I do have two recs though that aren't """""""technically""""""""" yuri but I'm considering them yuri cuz I'm allowed to do that: Madoka Magica and Kill la Kill

I post about Madoka Magica a lot on here, and it's one series that I think genuinely lives up to its hype. Highly, highly recommend, especially if you like tragedy. There's not much to say about plot without spoiling it, but it is a magical girl series. Can't recommend it enough

Kill la Kill is... well. something. People tend to either love it or hate it. Like I said above, it's not technically a yuri but you can't come away from that series and not see the romance between Ryuko (the MC) and her best friend, Mako. Unless you're watching with your eyes closed ig. Anyways, it's a batshit series with awesome fight scenes and if you like bitchy female characters oh man it's perfect. Plot is about the MC infiltrating a school run like a dictatorship to find out about her father's murder, and information and power is won through students beating the shit out of each other. It spirals a lot from there, but that's the gist at the beginning

NOW onto some actual yuri recs

The Guy She Was Interested In Wasn't a Guy at All: really popular series right now, the title is pretty self explanatory. One of the girls falls for another girl but doesn't realize she's a girl. Said girl doesn't know how to reveal she is a girl.

Love Bullet: this one blew up a while back, and it's one I genuinely really like and enjoy. Basically it's about cupids, who are people who never fell in love in life, doing their job of getting couples together.

Catch These Hands: another one I personally really enjoy. It's slice of life, enemies to lovers. It's about two women who, back in high school, beat the shit out of each other all the time. Turns out, one only fought the other because she had a crush on her and didn't know how else to be close with her. They eventually meet as adults, and the girl with the crush challenges the MC to a fight, and if she loses, she has to date her. And well. She loses. It's really fun and really cute

Young Ladies Don't Play Fighting Games: I think I reblogged a post about this one recently, and it's another one that's pretty fun. It's about an all girl school where video games are banned, but the MCs decide to enter a fighting game tournament despite that

Rock Is a Lady's Modesty: this is one I've very recently gotten into, but I'm enjoying it a lot so far! It's also one where I don't think it's "technically" considered yuri. but. it's yuri. idk what else to say. It's very music based, obviously, and is about two girls who really love rock music and there's a lot of sexual tension and the music sessions are. well. something!

And aside from all this, here is a HUGE organized doc containing lots of different yuri separated by genre/various allures. It's a list I'm currently working through myself and reading things from that catch my attention. This way you can kind of filter by what you like :3

Anyways, go forth and engage with some yuri! Hope you like any of these recs!

[cupiocopium]

vent

man dissosiation sucks

was on a trip yesterday and got a bunch of new stuff pluss in general it was a rlly fun day with my foster dad but like. I wasn't rlly there yknow. and that sucked. bcs most of the day I managed, it was just a bit worse than usual but it was fine. but then I got worse bcs of how tired I was and I couldn't express my emotions as clearly and I was rlly slow in my reactions .. like I was still kinda having a good time but at some points I think that my foster dad could see that I was feeling bad and that lowkey ruined it (not rlly but still)

I felt like a fictional character the whole time. Like y know when you read a book and you have the story be like a film in your head? that's how I felt

I wish I didn't care. I wish I could just treat this place like nothing matters bcs it's not real but I can't. I care. And I feel trapped. I still have to try I still have to go to school learn a new language be a part of a society and my family and I engage in my hobbies and interests but sometimes it's just so hard to care for all that. like what does it matter.

it's like being in a game where you have all the freedom you can get and yet not doing anything bad bcs you'll feel guilty

and I can't rlly tell anyone about what I'm experiencing bcs it's weird and they don't get it and also I don't want to burden them and there's nothing they can do to make me feel better and what if I vent too much or too often and all our conversations will be about how bad I feel and they will hate me and they'll get tired of me and I'm sorry I wish I wasn't like that and I wish I could be normal

I can't even tell my therapist bcs he said that we will see if the meds aer going to help or not and if not then we will talk more about that and like yeah technichaly I could vent to him but that'll just waste our time and we only have 45 minutes every 2 weeks and that's not enough

I don't think people in my life, my foster family mostly, understand that when I say I'm always dissasosiate I mean it. I'm never here. I can't remember the last time, if ever, I felt real. It has been so long that it doesn't even matter anymore

Some days I'm fine, I have enough distractions and nothing bad is making my dissasosiation worse and that cool, I love those days even if I feel rlly sad when I realize that I still don't feel here. On the days when it's bad it like. Bad. Fucking horrible. I'm not here I don't even know who I is. On those days I feel like someone pretending to be me. "yeah he (me?) would do that / react like that / say that" I feel like separate people too. Not DID type shit but like, there's me from the past and there's me now and they're conflicting. Idk it's rlly hard to explain

Lowkey wish this is all a dream / game / simulation / story / etc. at least then I'll have a possibility of waking up and actually feeling like me.

I hate watching through the eyes of this body. I hate seeing it's face because it's not mine. I hate hearing it's voice because it's not mine it doesn't even feel like it's coming from my mouth.

My gender dysphoria doesn't help at all. It makes it worse. So so much worse. I think I need to tell my therapist that. Hope he can help bcs I really needs it.

I hate how flat and plastic-y everthing looks like, even people. Only things I touch or otherwise interact with feel 3D and more or less real.

sometimes I feel plastic. or made out of gum like car wheel thing

[anamazingangie]

'Cause I was filled with poison ☀️ Rhaenyra x Oberyn x Daemon

☀️ Rated E ☀️ 54k words ☀️ Complete! ☀️ by AmazingAngie ☀️ Tags: no time travel, just me fucking with the timeline, just like oberyn is going to fuck rhaenyra, and daemon, numerous snake euphemisms, f/m/m, m/m, feelings realization, relationship negotiation, anal sex, overstimulation, double penetration Summary:

Oberyn was famed for fucking half of Westeros—and Daemon was rumored to have fucked the rest.  They joked that together their cocks had conquered the entire Seven Kingdoms. Rhaenyra had rolled her eyes—neither amused nor jealous by this statement, but rather indifferent to it. She knew of his reputation and thought it mattered little. Daemon had returned to her. He wanted her. He had married her. And all would be well. No man, friend, or foe would change that—no matter how handsome. . Or: Bonded by their desire for flesh and blood, Oberyn Martell and Daemon Targaryen have a friendship that spans decades. And Rhaenyra has a problem.

This began as a very self indulgent fic based on a conversation about the chemistry Matt Smith and Pedro Pascal manage to bring to every single role they take. Then I started thinking their ASOIF characters and what chemistry they would have together. 

The characters they play are similar they are in a lot of ways and I feel like they are both the sort attracted to those who remind them of themselves (both emotionally and physically), so the similarities could be the basis for both a strong friendship and a sexual relationship. Daemon isn’t really shown as having close friends in canon (or respecting people in general) and I enjoyed exploring what that might look like with Oberyn.

This isn’t a time travel AU. I’ve just fucked with the timeline so the characters shown in GoT inhabit the House of Martell a hundred years earlier. Elia Martell is engaged to Viserys Targaryen, which is how Oberyn and Daemon meet. 

It primarily focuses on the week before Daemon and Rhaenyra marry. Rhaenyra learns about defying social norms for the sake of her own happiness, which takes the form of enjoying pleasure with a snake in addition to a dragon. While Oberyn confronts feelings he had long since denied for both his sister and his oldest friend.

This fic involves sex between Daemon/Oberyn, Daemon/Rhaenyra, Rhaenyra/Oberyn, and the whole trio together. Oberyn is not an equal 33.3% of their relationship, which the epilogue shows, but they love him and he always has a place in their home/bed when he wants it.  Rhaenyra is not heir and has an idillic post marriage life on Dragonstone with Daemon (when not visiting Dorne) along with their children. Their affinity for making sons paired with Oberyn's many daughters works out quite well, as you'll see in the epilogue. 😉

Idk if you can tell but I’m quite proud of this and had so much fun incorporating Oberyn into this world and some Dornish culture into Daemyra (which is why it grew to 54k words, holy fuck!) I hope you’ll give it a try, weird pairing  and premise aside!

☀️☀️ It can be read HERE! ☀️☀️

[mincemeat-confessions]

hopping into the montyjean discussion. the first time I watched the show I honestly liked them but mainly because of the actors' chemistry - alex and roshani DO flirt reciprocally, or so it seemed the first time round because on the next watch I noticed that a lot of what I thought was flirting the first time was actually near-harassment from monty. and while jean seemed to have fun with it at first, it's clear now that she was only doing so to be 'in' with the men (and it's sad really what women have to put up with to actually get somewhere in their careers). but it gets to a point where monty lets her joke around with him enough to feel comfortable, to feel that there isn't actually a power gap between them, only to then hold his authority (and gender) over her when she 'oversteps'. she has to walk on eggshells in a way the men in the office don't. now I agree with one of those other anons that this makes for a VERY interesting dynamic to explore... but not necessarily romantically? there's no doubt about monty's attraction for jean in act 1 (or at least based on how alex portrays him) but by act 2 he seems to bore of her in a way that reveals that the 'attraction' was likely just objectification in the first place. it isn't that monty suddenly becomes misogynistic, but rather that his misogyny is intrinsic to his treatment of jean from the start. and I feel like people aren't getting that, and instead just seeing it as a sudden shift in act 2.

fanon is a whole other thing of course. I don't have much of a problem with people shipping whatever they want but I'm begging both sides of the argument to be a bit more nuanced with it and to consider the contradictions within the source material. for example a lot of montyjeans ignore the fact that jean explicitly hopes she'll never find a man to marry (when hester reveals she's unmarried) which I think most people read as lesbian or aroace coding. and the way around that is to see monty's gender as more fluid, which personally I don't see a massive problem with & don't get why people are so strict about it, since every single fandom does it and it IS interesting to explore gender fluidity in that time period (especially because being transmasc in that time could fester a very complex relationship towards femininity). but you also need to remember how important monty's masculinity is to the narrative in terms of how it gives him authority and allows him to be as arrogant as he is.

idk those are my two cents. I get why people get very mad at montyjean shippers because of the assumption that they're not engaging with the source material properly, but at the end of the day you can't control other people's perceptions and you also can't tell what they really think about the characters based on a short funny post. there might be more nuance there than you think. I'm not very engaged in the fandom anyway but the infighting and policing I've seen from the outside just seems a bit odd (and I don't even ship them). ok hopefully this doesn't just piss off both sides of the argument I just think that at the end of the day people will resonate with different aspects of the show and there will always be someone who sees it differently to you. no point getting hateful over it because that won't change anyone's mind

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[sharpmarble76]

If an ask already came through, sorry it was a glitch!

My new NEW blog is here (previously justalilgoofball and lovelymoonmagic)

Also care to share with the class about your current fandoms? I maybe see some DCU stuff? 🎤 care to share and yap

Oh my gosh hiiiiiiii Lovely!!! It's great to see you again :))) I'll follow your new account immediately!!

Oh boy don't even get me started on DC rn. My past fandoms I always picked a few favorites and obsessed over them and DC is no different lol. Im a basic girl, and I loveee Batman. Specifically his family. Specifically, the first (there's been so many!) Robin, Richard (Dick) Grayson!! He's not Robin anymore obviously and he goes by Nightwing. Ughhhh I love him. So much. He was born in the circus to a family of trapeze artists. When he was 8 (or 12 depending on the continuity), they performed in Gotham and a mobster sabotoged their ropes so his parents fell to their deaths in front of him. This child decides that actually, thats not ok, and sets out in revenge in the hopes that he can KILL THE GUY! (He's insane lol but like, he almost did it!) Anyways, batman was in the audience and was like, my parents died in front of me as a child too! You're just like me fr. He wants to adopt him. He meets him as Batman while Dick is trying to find and murder a man and is like, Oh boy. He adopts him and after he can't stop him from continuously sneaking out, makes him his partner. So baby Dick is now a superhero and stays that way for years until he's 16-18 ish and either quits or is fired (depending on the continuity again) and becomes Nightwing and moves to the neighboring city Bludhaven! He has a ton of ugly costumes but his more current ones are super cute. He was also Batman a few times, most notably when Bruce was presumed dead.

His siblings consist of Jason Todd (second Robin who was murdered by Joker, came back to life and went out for revenge dubbed as Red Hood because Batman didnt kill Joker and got another Robin), Tim (timothy) Drake (third Robin, then Red Robin, went by Drake at on point [idk when lol], who stalked the batfam and found out their identities because Dick did a recognizable flip, and blackmailed Batman until he became robin after Jason's death), Cass (Cassandra) Cain (was raised by her assassin father who didn't teach her to speak so she learned to fight and read body language until she ran away, known as Black Bat, Orphan, and Batgirl), and Damian Wayne Al Ghul ( either Wayne or Al ghul depending or both. Idk how that works tbh.) (Son of Batman and assassin cult leader's daughter Talia. Was raised ther for years before being dropped on Batman's doorstep. Known as Robin (but i think he's gonna quit and become a doctor in the Comics soon!). There's also Stephanie Brown (Spoiler, 4th Robin, and Batgirl), Barbara Gordon (Batgirl (the original) and Oracle), and Duke Thomas (Signal). Stephanie and Duke are often considered batsiblings as well (Steph is honorary, Duke is a foster kid later on). Barbara is her own thing (first Batgirl, literally grew up as friends with Bruce and Dick, also Dick's on and off again girlfriend (they're currently engaged)).

There's also Alfred (he's so iconic 😌) who's the butler and basically raised Bruce. He's great.

Thats the cast!! There's a ton of them which is why the rundown is sooo longggg but they're a lot of fun (and tragically angsty. Ive cried over them too many times. Also, going back to me saying I love Batman? I low-key don't lol. I have beef with him <3