#unstoppable indeed

[fisheito]

@murdertramp25 replied to your post “excuse me blade, sir, drioid,maam, why are u so...”:

i stg Blade sneaks up on you like that tho!! im like 'haha yeah idk blade is okay i guess' and then i see him and im like '!!!! babey! baby boy!!! WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN!!!'

​i'm stuck in a slow burn with all these goddamm pnjpegs and i don't know when the oh. is gonna hit this is a neverending daymare

[spider-spirit-god-whatever-bitch]

everyone voting HELL NO!! AWFUL!!! on the loki facial hair poll do not know true beauty (tgirls with stubble)

[indignantlemur]

This is totally unrelated to Star Trek or anything at all to do with my writing, but I made sugar cookies with ermine icing (and Mexican vanilla!) and I am absolutely delighted by how they turned out!

And now I need to nap forever, because baking and icing 64 cookies with chronic illnesses at play is exhausting. Am I going to nap forever? Of course not. Don't be silly. I'm going to write.

But I should have a nap. I really, really should.

[cappurrccino]

downside to pizza night is that it's delicious and I DO want to eat a full half a 'za, but I know that my stomach WILL try to murder me if I do, and it turns into the most unbelievable test of my willpower

[moonstruckme]

ok request coming in

poly!marauders play a prank at a holiday party where they spike the eggnog, but reader doesn’t get the memo and ends up drinking it. they find reader totally out of it, guilt and groveling ensue as they take care of them

Finally, the oldest request in my inbox! Thanks for being so, so patient anon, and thanks for your request <3 I varied it slightly but I hope you still enjoy it

cw: spiked/drugged drinks (if it makes it better they were only trying to drug bigots? (I know it doesn't really make it better))

poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 852 words

Someone has found James’ eggnog. Well, really it’s all of their eggnog, but it was James’ idea to spike a bottle of the stuff with befuddlement draught, tie it up in a ribbon, and leave it in the Slytherin dorms for Snape and his lot to find on Christmas morning. The marauders had hidden the bottle in the Gryffindor common room until then—they couldn’t very well be found to be keeping prank materials in their dorm again—quite well, Sirius had thought. Still, he perhaps should have known better than to think that a room full of merry, intoxicated students wouldn’t unearth it. 

James is trying to wrangle the students who’ve drunk it, Remus has gone to whip up an antidote, and Sirius, by a combination of luck and willful argumentation, gets to watch over you. 

“Do I have wings?” you ask. You’re sitting on Sirius’ lap, his hands planted on either side of your hips to keep you there. 

He raises his eyebrows. “Have you had wings before?” 

“No,” you say, perplexed. You lift and lower your elbows experimentally. “I think I do now, though.” 

“You don’t, lovely girl.” 

You watch your arms a moment longer, and then the look you give Sirius is near pitying. “I think only I can see them,” you tell him sympathetically, “but I’ll show you. I can fly down from the top of the stairs.” 

You start to get up from his lap, frowning when Sirius plonks you right back down. 

“Sirius,” you say, suddenly stern, “I can prove it. I’m telling you, it’s probably a side effect of that thing Remus said I took.” 

“I have no doubt this is an effect of what Remus said you took,” he agrees, running his thumb over your hip through the material of your jumper. “And our Remus is a very smart boy. Considering that he told you to stay put right here, I think we ought to listen to him, don’t you?”

You’re growing sullen. “You don’t believe me.”

“My darling,” says Sirius, “you would make a very beautiful bird, but I like you even better without wings.” 

Your lips purse into a concerned pout. “Then what are you going to think of me now that I have them?”

Sirius isn’t entirely sure what to say to that.

Luckily, he sees James and Remus moving about the room in his peripheral vision. Sirius waves Remus over, spotting the vial he holds in his hand. 

“What, only one left? Did you really leave our girl until last?”

“We had second years trying to sled down the staircases.” Remus comes to sit beside the both of you. “We had to prioritize. Sorry, dovey.” He kisses you on the cheek. Your mood seems to lift slightly. “You seem to be fairly placid over here by comparison.” 

“Hardly. She keeps wanting to jump from high places.” 

“Well, yes, that’s what befuddlement draught does,” Remus says drily, unstoppering the vial of antidote. “It makes people reckless. Things you ought to know if you plan to distribute it, I reckon.” 

Sirius ignores the jab, taking the vial from Remus and lifting it to his nose. “Oh, fuck.” He recoils. “Merlin, Rem, you couldn’t dilute it with something nicer? That’s got to taste like ass.” 

“You’d know,” you chirp. “You eat plenty of it.” 

Remus snorts, and Sirius makes an appalled scoffing noise. “Reckless indeed!” He pinches your chin, not enough to hurt. “Alright, my loveliest nuisance, bottoms up.” 

Despite Sirius’ warnings you drink it without hesitation (perhaps the recklessness at play), gagging only once the vial is empty. James comes up behind you then, rubbing between your shoulders while you cough. 

“I’m sorry, lovie,” he says ruefully. “This should never have happened. We’ll have to start hiding our impending pranks more safely.” 

“Or,” Remus suggests, “you could stop trying to drug other students and then being surprised when it backfires.” 

Sirius pats your boyfriend’s thigh. “Be realistic, love.” 

“Ugh.” You smack your tongue against the roof of your mouth. “I feel…weird.” 

“It’ll probably take a few minutes for the effects to wear off fully,” Remus tells you, his expression going soft as he focuses on you. “Do you feel alright, sweetheart? Sick?” 

You shake your head, though you’re still grimacing, rolling your tongue around in your mouth as though it doesn’t fit. “No, I’m okay. Not sick.” 

“Are you upset?” James frets. 

Remus shoots him an exasperated look, but you only tilt your head at him consideringly. “I don’t think so,” you say. “Ask me tomorrow.” 

James looks a bit unsettled, but Remus rubs your leg, smiling slightly. “Smart girl,” he murmurs. 

“Can I let you go now?” Sirius squeezes your hips teasingly. “Or do you still think that you have wings?” 

James’ eyebrows lift. “That she what?” 

“I’m not going to try to fly anymore,” you say placidly, laying your head down on Sirius’ shoulder, “but you don’t have to let me go either, if you don’t want to.” 

“I can tell the effects are wearing off already.” Sirius stamps a happy kiss to the side of your head. “That’s my girl.”

[sttoru]

gojo satoru was a liar.

“you’re my first love.”

to say you were baffled by this new drop of information by your lover was an understatement. you’d been dating satoru for a month now—you were friends before that. you know his playful personality well enough to be able to look through all of his jokes and teasing comments.

“hah, tha’s a funny one.” you chuckle sheepishly as you continue to gaze at the sky. you were standing at the rooftop of a building after finishing a mission together, the beautiful sunset a welcomed change after the chaos.

there was no way satoru — the gojo satoru — hadn’t been in love with anyone before you. his good looks, his power, his status, his money. . . you were sure satoru had been with many women before you. he easily could if he wanted to after all.

“not joking.” satoru frowns as you don’t believe him. it wasn’t a frown out of frustration at your reaction, but rather in a sad pouty way. his slender fingers run over the knuckles of your hand which he held;

“i’m completely serious—only ever had eyes for you.”

the doubt in your eyes was like a dagger through his heart.

“could you please believe me?”

you turn your head and tilt it up to look at the white-haired man—the light illuminating his features perfectly. especially those glossy lips. those kissable glossy lips that seem to be a magnet, begging to meet yours.

there was no way. you? out of all people he could get. ‘yeah, right,’ is what you thought to yourself. though, you knew better than to doubt satoru when he spoke so seriously to you. that usual jokey tone nowhere to be found in his smooth voice.

a rare sight; satoru being completely serious. without bursting into laughter or making even the smallest of jokes.

“yeah. i believe you.” you nod, not knowing what to say to the unexpected information he decided to share. a silence, only interrupted by the distant noises of cars honking, makes you once again realise how serious this conversation had turned out to be.

“no, ya don’t. i can see it in your eyes, baby.”

‘baby’ — your heart skips a beat. you were the only one he has ever referred to with those adoring pet and nicknames. the only one satoru’s allowed himself to be vulnerable with.

satoru’s hand finds its way to the side of your face, fingertips scratching the skin near your ear gently as he guides your body towards his. like two unstoppable forces, your bodies press against one another, feeling like one.

“look at me,” your boyfriend mutters and you do as told, your doubts instantly clearing once the sheer adoration and love radiating from his magical blue eyes tell you enough. that’s enough evidence to support his first comment —

“mhm. that’s it.” satoru sighs softly and leans in to kiss you softly, his lips on yours making you dizzy in the best ways possible, his other hand on the small of your back to push you closer to him than you already were.

the kiss was the cherry on top.

once you pulled away, the love in his gaze hasn’t faded at all. in fact, the intensity of his love for you seemed to have increased. satoru was absolutely smitten with you.

he smiles gently once he sees the realisation hit you. that was all he wanted to achieve by saying what he said to you; the pure joy on your face once you come to know that you were indeed his first ever love. the first person he’s loved in all those years he’s lived;

“my pretty girl — my one and only.”

gojo satoru was anything but a liar.

[kitysugar]

rearrange ~ kim sunoo x reader

inspired by this request ! ౨ৎ - i put a little bit of a twist on it i hope you dont mind ଓ ⋆˙⊹ [ 선우 ] ☆ agreeing to marry sunoo on an arranged contract in order to unify your guys' families company was something you had begun to regret as its been such a long time and he still seemingly hasn’t let up to you despite his lingering soft touches and warm kisses, and with the ushering for a baby has begun to spike - you started to worry until you heard your name drip off his lips in a moan late one night.

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softdom! husband! sunoo x reader , breeding kink , arranged marriage , unprotected sex , nipple play , oral , fingering , overstimulation , multiple orgasms , gentle to rough , possessiveness , hair pulling .

its been over a year since you and sunoo agreed to be in an arranged marriage full of confusing feelings and soft , lingering touches. the marriage was formed for one reason and one reason only - to combine your families assets in order to create one big , unstoppable multimillion dollar company .

you could have walked away , you had the option - but you owed your mother for all of the things she did for you , her only child . she had built up a thriving company from nothing and it was all to support her baby girl .

so marrying into the Kim family was the one thing that you could do in order to show your mother just how much you appreciate everything she had done for you in your youth .

although the company alone was thriving , the Kim family was friends with your mother and they needed help - especially with the rising economy , it wouldn't be long until your mothers company - soon to be yours - would need help as well .

and what better way to grow bigger than to plan an arranged marriage ? sunoo was someone you had no issue with , he was incredibly handsome , and he has never been short of kind to you in the few times you had met and interacted

so here you were now , at a small party thrown in celebration for your families new perfume launch that you had established - full of family and friends alike - you were hanging on sunoo's arm like a piece of eye candy - a trophy wife as your eyes scan the building , your mind completely zoned out as you feel the rise and fall of sunoo's chest as you stand so close to him .

sunoo has known you long enough to be able to tell when something is bothering you - you're his wife of course he would know . and although the marriage was indeed arranged , he still has his concerns and care about you .

and he can tell by the distant look in your eyes and the purse of your glossy lips that something was in fact wrong , he just has to figure it out.

sunoo always does , he has the ability to figure people out and read them easily.

like the time he had walked into your office a little less than a month ago after getting home from work - and as usual , he entered your office to announce his arrival and there you were ; typing away on your computer with your glasses perched on the tip of your nose , your hair thrown up into a messy bun. sunoo saw the sour look on your face , so he decided to ask you what was wrong . but as per usual ; you denied him for over twenty five minutes that you could handle it yourself .

"y/n , you are not alone anymore . we are a team , your burdens are mine." your eyes lock with his from across the room. you push your reading glasses onto the top of your head , showing off the prominent eyebags that soil your skin, he could tell you were stressed about something in the company .

"sunoo , im just... frustrated there's so much" sunoo walks over and grabs a folder from off your desk , reading the papers that tell how badly the new perfume launch had done in the two weeks it has been out.

"if we discontinue it this early we will make no profits , but if we keep going we wont be making as much money as were spending on making this god damn scent. I thought I had it in the bag..." your voice trails off into a whisper as you cross your arms over your chest.

sunoo sets the paperwork back down before looking at you once more. and even though you were at risk of losing thousands of dollars , he still smiles at you.

"if these people can't see - or smell , how good this new launch is then its their fault , we will take care of it together - this isn't just your issue its ours . that is why we got married... miss Kim." the mention of your last name makes a faint dust of red cross your cheeks . sunoo had kissed you a couple times without any sight of the public eye , and each time he did so made more than just butterflies erupt in your stomach , it was more than even a zoo.

so when he walked over to you and rested his hand on your tense shoulder , you knew what was coming when his head leaned down so your lips could connect.

this time , his lips meeting with yours felt different - it was hot and long. especially when his hands met the slope of your waist in order to pull your body into his.

your hands found his hair quickly , your fingers tangling into his soft locks as his mouth moves against yours in a slow , soft rhythm. your head felt light and your core began to ache. your breasts pressed up against his chest and sunoo's hands moved from your waist to your back, wrapping his arms around your smaller frame.. a warm, safe blanket that has been slowly forming over time - but it was quickly stopped when a soft moan sounded from his lips when you tugged on his hair .

sunoo had muttered an apology before exiting your office, leaving you to feel dizzy and hot.

later that night you pulled out your pink vibrator and fucked yourself in his office . his scent filling the room made your senses go into overdrive .

you were beyond glad that he had an emergency business meeting to attend to shortly after the kissing ordeal, because if he had walked into the unfolding scene in his office - you were convinced he would be utterly disgusted . your legs spread apart on his office couch as your night gown was hiked up passed your hips as your juices seep out of your needy cunt as his name falls passed your lips in a hushed moan that is swallowed by the dark silence of the empty office.

"y/n?" your aunts voice breaks you out of your trance. your arms tightens around sunoo's as he looks over at you , his eyes full of concern at your reddening face at the recent memory.

"yes auntie ? sorry I was a little zoned." you shyly smile at her as she rolls her eyes with a smile . your wine glass tightens in your grip as your eyes scan the room in search of no-one inparticular. you bring your wine glass up to your lips to take a sip.

"so y/n, when am I gonna be getting a pregnancy announcement from you?" you choke on your drink , coughing on your wine as sunoo curses under his breath - his face turning a deep shade of red at your aunts words .

sunoo grabs the wine glass from you and sets it down on a nearby table - trading it for a cup of water . he walks over to your still coughing frame and hands you the glass , making sure you down the whole thing before wrapping an arm around the small of your back.

"are you okay love?" the nickname your husband calls you makes you wanna scream and jump out of the nearest window - but you avert your attention back to your aunt.

"what? why would- auntie I just.. im not getting pregnant" she coos at you , taking your arm in hers before ushering you away from your husband.

"I'm gonna steal her for a moment , excuse us" she says to sunoo before pulling you into a room not far from the main party area. she walks towards a window before opening it , letting the moonlight cascade down into the empty room.

"my love, listen to me" she says before turning to you. you've had talks with your crazy auntie before , but with the way she's looking at you now - this seems different , important even.

you raise your eyebrows at her , ushering her to continue. she takes a deep breath before lacing her fingers together in front of her figure, making sure to speak directly.

"the two of you have been together for over a year now... there has to be something there, love" she says , making you sigh into the chilly room.

"there might be something..." your aunts ears perk up , a smile growing on her lips. you sadly look at her before continuing

"but its not reciprocated... auntie I don't think... I don't think he loves me" the older woman gives you a look of challenge , making you pinch your brows together.

"oh don't pull my strings , ive seen the way that boy looks at you. you mean to tell me that in the year you've been together , you guys have done nothing once so ever , including kissing." you look down at your feet , not giving her an answer .

"see, if he didn't love you , he would not be making an effort" you look at her confusingly , not quite following what she's saying anymore.

"he could have gotten you a cheap ring, but instead he got you one that will stay under his name for life . he could have gotten the two of you an apartment in the city close to his home , but instead he had a custom home made on the outskirts so you could be closer to the country. tell me y/n, do you sleep in separate rooms?" you shake your head no, taking in all of her words deeply into thought.

"he could be sleeping in a different room , but he keeps you warm - in bed next to you" you look at her with focused eyes , keeping up with everything she's pointing out.

"y/n.. do you love him?" you exhale , thinking about your reply before you speak

"I do, auntie.." she smiles at you, walking over and grabbing your hands in hers.

"then speak to him dear. you have nothing to lose"

although you had to think about it , you really didn't have to because the man of the conversation was standing outside the door , listening to everything that had been said.

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as you stare outside the window of your spacious living room , you begin to think of all the times sunoo had showed you his care in the year you had been married. all the times he had defended you in meetings , the times you had cried into him at night due to all the stress of taking over the family business , when he had woken you up with breakfast in bed on your birthday despite being late to an early flight , how he would kiss your forehead at the start of every day , and the end of every night . - the small gestures your aunt had pointed out to you made you realize that you did indeed love your husband , it just took a nudge from her to make you realize such a thing.

you especially thought about the few makeout sessions the two of you have had - the one on your birthday when he gifted you a piece of jewelry you had been wanting for months - you pulled him into your lips by the collar of his shirt , and it quickly escalated to him pressing you down onto his lap.

his breath fanned your face as he cupped your cheek , his mouth moving in sync with yours as you smiled into him.

but every time you think things would escalate - he would make up an excuse to walk away - and the truth behind him avoiding any sort of skinship past a makeout session would be how he would never want to force you into anything without you coming to him first - especially since the marriage itself was in fact forced.

he would never , ever want to make you do anything you didn't want to do , especially when it came to any sort of sexual intimacy - but hearing your words as you spoke with your aunt made him question everything

you love him? how? how could you love him when you were forced into an arranged marriage?

"y/n, love im headed out to a meeting, care to join me?" sunoo's voice broke you out of your trance. the leaves were falling from the trees as it was the beginning of fall, the colors changing from green to different shades of red made you feel cozy in your warm house.

you spin around , your pink robe tied around your body with a warm cup of tea in your hands. you smile at him as he walks over , his lean frame coming to stand in front of you.

"do I have to go?" you ask him, your tone of voice already giving away your answer to his previous question. sunoo smiles down at you, taking you into his arms.

"no love, stay here and take a warm bath and order some food for delivery , I left my card on your bed side table . I should be back tonight" you frown at the last thing he said , not wanting to be alone for so long.

"I have errands to run, things to discuss with people and plus - I have to check on the new beauty store that opened - I heard your new perfume is doing quite well now" sunoo winks at you before kissing you're forehead , grabbing his things and heading out the front door.

now it was just you , your thoughts, and the spacious house. you had done what sunoo suggested ; order food (with his card) and took a bubble bath.

it had been a few hours and you still felt alone. the only social interaction being the delivery man dropping off your food and the quick goodbye from sunoo this morning.

"I'm tired" you say to yourself as you sit down on your couch , deciding to watch something on the tv that adorns the wall above the entertainment system.

despite the tv being on , and countless disney movies being shown on the screen - you still felt lonely.

looking down at your nails - you realize you were in need of a fresh set - but before you were able to reach for your phone , you look at the beautiful ring that inhabits your ring finger.

your marriage ring.

it was gorgeous to say the least , and the memory of sunoo showing it to you the day before your wedding replays in your mind. you remember gasping at the gorgeous , shimmering rock that glims in the sunlight , and sunoo had the biggest , most proudest smile on his face at the fact that you were happy with the one he picked out.

and even though the marriage was arranged , you were just happy it was with someone who you already knew , trusted , and were friends with.

suddenly , the words your auntie spoke to you ran through your mind

'he could have gotten you a cheap ring, but instead he got you one that will stay under his name for life'

at the ringing of her words, you grab your laptop and do endless amounts of research , and each website made your jaw drop further than the last one.

"y/n, what's the matter?" your cousin answered your FaceTime, noticing that something was obviously wrong. your hair was a mess and your eyes were even heavier than normal , and your lips were in a full pout.

"'nessa... Sunoo got me a fucking darry ring.." you prop your phone up and rack your fingers through your hair, attempting to massage your scalp. your cousins eyes widen and a small gasp leaves her lips that the microphone picks up

"wait.. did he just get you one?" she asks , and you quickly shake your head no

"no.. Vanessa my engagement ring is a god damn darry ring.. do you know what that means?" before she can answer, you explain it anyways.

"he can only buy this kind of ring once.. a life time commitment. the ring is worth over twenty grand, and probably more because its custom made. I found the receipt for it after doing some digging." you groan and throw your head back, frustration coursing through your bones.

"is that such a bad thing?" the question flows out of your phone speaker, and you instantly sit up , making direct eye contact with the girl on the other line.

"he doesn't even love me. why on earth would he get a custom made engagement darry ring. it makes no sense. we are already connected for life so why the hell would he- Im so confused" you bring your hands into your palms and rub your eyes - tiredness beginning to seep into your mind.

"how do you know he doesn't love you? have you even talked to him?" you shake your head no, your pout reforming on your lips.

"y/n, I think you should talk to him... " you roll your eyes and nod your head , noting your cousins words. after a few more minutes of talking you decide to say your goodbyes and hang up the phone.

its around 7pm now and you have done so much around the house, you begin to feel tired.

you cleaned the whole house, did all the laundry including sunoo's, you made all the beds in the house, wiped down every surface and cleaned every window. all of this you did on your own despite having a cleaner who comes in once a week - you just needed your mind to be occupied , so what better way to do that than to just clean ?

you walk around the house one last time to see if you need to do anything else , but there is nothing left. you huff to yourself as you go to sit on the couch , turning on your favorite show in order to occupy your mind.

a couple episodes in and you were knocked out like a light - fast asleep with the flimsy blanket you keep on the couch while using your arm as a pillow.

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sunoo walks in through the front door , his keys jingling the knob as he closes it behind him. the house is oddly quiet as he takes off his suit jacket, hanging it on the rack mounted to the wall. the familiar sound of your keyboard not sounding into his ears as it usually does when he gets home from working at the office makes his eyebrows pinch together in confusion. sunoo walks into the living room and there is where he sees you ; laying on the couch asleep with a thin blanket covering your small frame as your favorite show plays on the tv screen on mute.

sunoo coos as your sleeping face , finding it adorable how cute you look when you're knocked out. tiny snores exit your mouth as you stir slightly. your husband stares at you for a moment before picking up your frame gently , making sure he doesn't wake you while he carries you into your shared room.

sunoo glances at the clock on the wall as he enters the warm room , the arms striking eleven thirty five. he feels bad for leaving you alone for so long , but there was an emergency in the office that required his attendance for later than usual.

sunoo gently lays you down onto the bed and takes off your wedding ring , putting it in your jewelry box in the exact spot you leave it in every night before tucking you into bed. sunoo admires your sleeping face as soft , shallow breaths exit your lungs. sunoo strokes your hair lovingly before he notices the clothes you were in ; jeans and a heavy hoodie of his.

those couldnt be comfortable

sunoo begins to change you out of your clothing, stripping you of the jeans and hoodie you have and before he could reach over and grab your freshly cleaned silk pajama gown, his eyes fixate on your breasts - your nipples are hard due to the chilly air circulating around the house. sunoo contains any thoughts he has as he begins to slip your pajamas over you carefully before tucking you into bed - kissing your forehead and exiting the room as the door quietly clicks shut.

he had decided to make himself a small dinner before stripping his clothes off, turning the shower onto hot as the steam began to fog up the huge mirror that compliments the cream colored walls.

before he could hop in, images began to ran through his mind of you. it was a little routine he had picked up a few months ago; he would lay next to you , pretending to be asleep until quiet snores began to sound from you. he would quietly exit the room and head towards the bathroom down the hallway from your room and take care of himself. the short little night gown you wore to bed was hemmed with lace on the top and bottom on the silk fabric - it was thin and the slightest bit see through. your hardened nipples would create a prominent outline on the article of clothing and sunoo wanted nothing more than to suck on them, play with them, bite them.

he wanted to run his hands up your thighs to the flimsy fabric of your panties to touch you, feel you, finger you, caress you.

unholy thoughts began to cloud his mind more than the steam from the shower, his dick beginning to grow as he stands before the mirror completely naked.

god how you were driving him so fucking insane.

you were absolutely divine to sunoo. the sweetest girl he could ever get his hands on and you were all his. even though it was arranged, he knew that no matter what, one thing was for certain; nobody could ever take you away from him. the rock that adorns your left ring finger being solid- permanent.

he wanted to take you for himself, make you his in every way possible. he wanted you to come to him all bothered and hot, confused and in need of answers.

he knew you liked him- it was obvious. he saw how you fucked yourself in his office. how you moaned his name pathetically as your useless vibrator did close to nothing on your pretty little clit.

you were driving him insane, so why not drive you insane right back?

he wanted you to crave him in the way he craves you.

so as sunoo wrapped his hand around his cock, slowly stroking himself as he imagined his hand was your mouth instead - he smirked to himself as he heard the bedroom door open and close from down the hallway.

you had woken up when you heard the shower begin to run, and the first thing you notice was the change of outfit. you dont remember when you fell asleep, you must have when you began watching your show a few hours earlier - and you had fallen asleep in different clothes.

your face heats up at the fact that your husband had changed you into your gown - your cheeks glowing red in the dim lighting of the small lamp sitting across the room. you stand up and walk out of the room.

your feet pattered on the cold hardwood floor , the sound of the shower running being the only sound you were able to muster throughout the entire house.

it was one AM and the familiar warmth that you feel lay next to you every night was missing , and you had woken up cold due to that fact. you patter slowly down the hallway, heading towards the kitchen for a glass of water as you seem to find yourself parched.

as you pass the bathroom door , you hear a soft moan sound from the other side. you instantly stop in your path without consciousness.

you wanted to make sure you heard yourself right, that you weren't imagining things. but as you stand out in the dim hallway, the bathroom light casting through the cracks on top and below the bathroom door, another moan flows right into your ears - deep and masculine.

your face heats up even more and guilt begins to seep into your veins - but you retrace your steps anyways and face the bathroom door, leaning in closer to hear what you had mere seconds ago.

as you stand outside, every moan you hear begins to make you feel hot, your pussy beginning to wetten second after second.

"y/n.." he calls out in a groan. as sunoo strokes his cock desperately , he has no idea that you're only two feet away , standing on the other side of the door.

but that changes the second your name leaves his lips - a gasp leaving yours as a result.

your jaw drops as you hear your name - realizing that he wasn't just jerking off..

sunoo halts his movements - conflicted with himself for a couple seconds before making a quick decision.

he was jerking off to you.

the door flings open , the light cascading down onto your small figure - your face ten shades of red and your mouth slightly ajar as you gasp even louder at the sight of your husband;

a towel wrapped around his waist , the sweat on his body illuminating a soft glow on the skin of his abs , his hair a mess, and his eyes are half lidded and clouded with lust.

the two of you stare at each other for what feels eternity , the tension thickening every moment you two stand a couple centimeters away from each other.

"sunoo..." his name is breathless as it falls off your pretty lips. sunoo can't help but feel his knees weakening at the sound of his name being called out to him in such a way.

"y/n..." he calls back to you, stepping forward. you mimic his actions, stepping back and into the wall behind you. you hiss at the cold feeling of the sheetrock coming in contact with your skin, but automatically begin to feel hot once more as sunoo corners you against the wall.

sunoo lifts his hand up, the back of his fingers coming into contact with your inner thigh. you shudder under his touch, the feeling of his fingers on your skin relieving.

"lets stop this silly game, my love.." his hand slowly begins to trail up your thigh, tauntinizingly slow as your eyes begin to cloud over. you look up at sunoo through your eyelashes and all you can do is heavily breathe, your thoughts not being able to form into coherent words.

"let me please you, honey.." his words ring through your head, and his voice begins to seep into the core of your being as your clit begins to throb with need. your mouth wont move, but your entire mind is screaming yes. sunoo takes a step closer, his chest almost flush against yours. his hand trails up more, and his index finger is almost touching your clothed heat - but he can still tell just how wet you are.

"please?" his voice begs out to you, a plea that makes his breath fan your forehead. you begin to feel dizzy as your eyes close at the contact of his lips grazing against your skin as he speaks again

"let me touch you, baby." your eyes fly open , making direct eye contact with sunoo for a couple moments before you finally nod your head yes.

a silent split second goes by before the tension in the atmosphere shatters - like a bullet going through glass as you franticlly lace your hands into sunoo's hair.

sunoo wastes no time in using both of his hands to grab the sides of your hips, pulling his body against your front as his lips collide with yours.

the kiss you share is desperate - the months of tension finally disintegrating into the air and melting off of your bodies as your lips move in sync with one another.

your back is flush against the wall as his chest is pressed against yours, his lean frame trapping you.

you stand up on your tippy toes in order to get closer to him, but its not enough. your hands detangle from his hair in order to wrap around his shoulders, your hands clawing at his back to press him up against you deeper.

sunoo's hands explore your body, trailing from your hips up to your waist, from your waist to the small of your back, and from the small of your back down to the back of your thighs.

one of his lingering hands stays caressing your thigh, the other trailing its way to wrap around your back in a hug-like embrace. the two of you move quickly and frantically, your movements turn into grinding into one another sloppily. needy and pathetic as you stand in the hallway against one another.

at the feel of sunoos boner against your heat, you moan into his mouth - to which he more than happily swallowed deep into the depths of his being.

"s-sun.." you whimper into him.

the way you sound is breathtaking as you moan into him.

sunoo groans at your call, and without completely detaching from you - sunoo wraps his arm that was once perched at the back of your thigh to wrap around your ass.

"jump" is all he says before lifting you into the air with one arm. your legs wrap around his waist and the arm wrapped around your back tightens as he carries you down the hallway and towards your bedroom.

sunoo pushes the door open with his foot before walking in. he wastes no time as he walks over to the bed and sets you down, instantly crawling over your goosebump-covered skin as you lay down on your back. his lips never detach from yours, not even once.

your husband hovers over you, one of his arms resting above your head as the other rests high up on your thigh, his hand swallowing you completely.

sunoo trails his hand up your thigh once more, pushing under and passed the lace of your nightgown in order to come into contact with your silk panties that wrap around the skin of your hips.

sunoo breaks the kiss with you, his fingers playing with the material of your soaked panties. he looks into your eyes deeply - a silent question that lingers in the air above your head.

without a second thought, you instantly nod your head. he works quickly to peel your panties off your body, noting the prominent wet patch on them as he sets them on the ground next to the bed.

you reach up to him as he leans back over you, your arms wrapping around his neck while your hands tangle in his hair. he kisses you gently this time, moving his mouth against yours sweetly.

sunoo's free hand reaches up to fondle with your covered breast, groping you through the silk material of your pajamas.

you moan into him as he takes one of your hardened nipples into his fingers, pinching the bud lightly - but still enough to make your back arch off the mattress.

you curl yourself into your husband with a whimper, fingers tugging on his locks as he plays with you like silly putty.

sunoo moans into you at the feeling of his hair being tugged, sending a silent signal. his hands finally trail down once more, his fingers disappearing underneath your article of clothing.

he once again breaks the kiss, his breath fanning your hot face as ragged breaths leave your throat. his eyes scan your expression, and he wants nothing more than to make love to you all night and even passed then.

he admires you for a second, completely awe struck with how beautiful you look as the moonlight casts down onto your body in a faint glow that illuminates your every feature perfectly.

"tell me when to stop" is all he says before his fingers make contact with your wet folds. you whine at the feeling and your eyes squeeze closed. his digits slip through your lips with ease, gathering your juices before focusing on your pulsating clit.

his fingers massage gentle shapes into your bundle of nerves, loosening and warming you up. your hole flutters around nothing as he toys with you.

his eyes never falter his gaze, staring at your face intently. as if he was reading a book.

he changes up, one of his fingers pushing passed your folds towards your entrance, pushing one of his digits into you. the contact makes you sigh in pleasure, completely drowning in sunoo's hands as he picks you apart piece by piece.

your fingers tighten in his hair, moans dancing off your tongue as he begins to finger you.

sunoo observes how your face twists in pleasure, taking note of all the beautiful moans that you make as your lips part. he watches you with so much intensity you can basically feel him burn holes into you.

he watches how his fingers split you apart oh so easily - your back arching as you fold into your lover, hands messily playing with his hair.

suddenly, the thickness inside you increases as sunoo plunges another finger inside your pussy, your walls clenching around his digits as a result.

his pace increases, pumping you from the inside out as squelching sounds come from just below you. sunoo leans down so his lips meet your sweaty forehead, kissing your skin lovingly. he's searching for that sweet spot inside you, and just as he's about to look down to where you suck him in so deliciously, a particular motion he makes inside your walls has you frantically gripping his hair in a tug - a high pitched whimper dragging out of your throat.

"there it is" sunoo taunts at you, making a deeper blush arise in your cheeks. your wet sounds that come from your pussy and the pretty moans that you sing make the perfect harmony that sunoo has started to become obsessed with.

he just can't believe how lucky he is to have the most beautiful woman he has ever laid eyes on fall apart in his hands.

his wife.

"s-sunoo- c-clo... hmmf" you attempt to speak, but all thoughts you attempt to gather just fly right out of your head as fast as they come.

"look at me sweetheart" you obliged to his command; your eyes opening as you look up directly into his.

the way he's looking at you makes a fiery pit form in your lower abdomen , threatening to engulf your entire body up in flames ; his eyes are dark, almost as if he's looking right through you as he fingers your needy cunt, cooing at you before kissing your parted lips that sinfully chant his name.

"you can cum baby. make a mess all over me" with his words, you fall apart. your legs shake in his grasp and your pussy flutters around his fingers that pump in and out of you, bringing you to your orgasm.

every inch of your body yearned for your husband in every way imaginable. endless whines mixed drip sweetly off your tongue like honey, eyes locked and focused on sunoos as you come down from your exhilarating high.

"such a good girl for me, my love" he kisses your forehead again before sitting up on his knees, pulling his fingers out of you. he places his hands on your gown. you sit up slightly in order for him to pull it up and over your head.

you giggle under your breath as he throws it on the ground next to your panties to be forgotten.

sunoo refocuses his gaze onto you, and his breath catches in his throat.

you look gorgeous.

hes seen your breasts once before, earlier that night. but you're under different circumstances now. the way your perky nipples harden thanks to the cool air , and sunoo's hand moves before he can even think; taking one of your breasts in your hand in order to give it a light squeeze that has you shakingly exhale.

suddenly, you suck in a sharp breath as his fingers pinch your bare nipples, tugging and twirling them around as he plays with you. a whimper sounds from you.

your hands instinctually reach up into his air, pulling on his locks. sunoo grunts in your hold. he leans his body down onto yours, his lips meeting yours as he kisses you deeply and passionately.

his lips trail down from your mouth towards your neck, down inbetween your breasts as he brings your free nipple into his mouth.

"sunoo" you breathe into the air as your eyes close, tugging on your husband's hair with every suck he makes to your sensitive nipples that has you curling your back into him.

you cry out in pleasure as he bites your nub - but he quickly lets it go as he begins to trail wet hot kisses down your sternum and towards your abdomen and going even lower, stopping right at the top of your needy clit.

sunoo leans down in order to come face to face with your aching cunt, clenching around nothing just begging to be filled with sunoo's length.

he doesn't say a word as he wraps his arms around your legs, forcing your body down farther onto the bed. you gasp as you feel sunoo's hot breath fan your heat, making you drown in lust just at the feeling of his exhales on your skin.

suddenly, you feel his tongue on you - its quick , just a single stripe up the slit of your pussy. shivering as he does it again, and again, and again before he latches his lips onto your puffy clit, you hiss as he begins to suck down onto the bundle of muscle, slowly eating you out.

his tongue laps at you like you were the last drink of water on earth, the sweetest, coldest crystal water that was handed to him after being held above his head teasingly.

your hips grind into his face and your hands find his hair once more, your fingers entangling in order to push him further into you - and sunoo enthusiastically chuckles at your attempt to fuck his face.

but he quickly shuts down your attempts with one of his hands coming flat against your abdomen , pushing your hips flush against the mattress to still your desperate grinding.

you whine at him, a silent protest. your hands remain tugging in his hair, loud groans shoot up your body in ripples through your core thanks to your lover.

"please pl-please please please" you beg, not knowing what for but doing so anyways. he looks up at you through his eyebrows, watching your face contort into one of pleasure

sunoo truly does find himself getting worked up just by the expressions on your face - he loves observing you - watching you.

he could finger you for hours just to watch all the pretty faces you make as he splits you open.

but that would have to come another night, for as of right how he's a little occupied by the moans increasing in volume from just above him as you frantically shake in his hold, your second orgasm quickly approaching.

he can tell by the way you attempt to buck your hips up into his face, the disgusting mewls that sound from you, and the way you're saying his name over and over again.

"please.. sunoo please... can't - fuck" you squeal as his tongue picks up the pace on your bundle of nerves. your juices mixed with his saliva coat the blankets atop the mattress, but sunoo is completely out of it.

he's lost in the taste of your pussy.. you're too sweet for this world and he could die on that hill. he could stay buried between your thighs for hours and have no complaints. the way you taste is absolutely fucking divine.

and the memory popping up in his head about you belonging to him and only him?

"fuck-" he grunts into you, his teeth scraping along your clit softly, and it has you squeezing your eyes shut- stars prominent on the undersides of your lids.

that makes him feel even crazier.

"cum.. wan' cum please please" you finally burst out, feeling like your breath is caught in your throat as you choke on your own saliva.

sunoo doesn't stop eating you out, instead; he quickens his pace slightly, bringing you to the edge as your orgasm spills over the edge.

you're creaming around nothing as your juices squirt out of your pussy, making a mess all over the mattress and your husbands face.

but he doesn't stop there. he continues, even when your orgasm comes to a halt, even when your pushing his face away- telling him how sensitive you are and how you feel like you're going to die.. because its the truth.

he's shooting you into overdrive as your swollen clit takes on more of sunoos tongue, your abdomen tightening and your legs kicking in his hold.

but fuck does it feel so good.

hes obsessed with you. everything about you.

especially in this exact moment.

you feel the rush of another orgasm quickly approaching, and its close to hitting you like a semi truck.

"sunoo... sunoo sunoo fuck" you scream his name as you thrust your hips into his face, his hand that was once forcing you down onto the mattress coming to wrap around your leg once more in order to pull you down onto his face and keep you there.

you're squirting again, but this time its more intense. your juices are fucking everywhere and the sight would normally be disgusting..

but to the two of you it was delicious.

you were delicious.

much to sunoo's dismay, he lets you come down from your third orgasm; detatching his lips from your abused clit and unwrapping his arms from your legs in order to grip your thighs softly, massaging the skin in order to help you cool down.

after a moment of heavy breathing coming from the both of you, your eyes meet his in a fucked-out trance - one thought behind them and sunoo can read it perfectly.

fuck me.

you didn't even have to say the words sunoo's already read your mind like an open book.

he unwraps the towel from around his waist, letting it fall to the floor to be discarded like all the other clothing he has previously stripped off of you.

his dick is lengthy and so so pretty.. pearly beads of precum leaking from his tip and it makes your mouth water at the sight. his tip was a pale pink and he was well kept. you could help but stare at him, making a prominent blush spread across his face.

before you could say anything, he crawls on top of you, primal and devoted. his face was dark, like he would pounce on you at any given moment.

sunoo cups your cheek in his palm, his fingertips ghosting across your face sweetly, looking at you - his eyes holding nothing but love.

with his other hand, he guides the tip of his cock to your pussy, sliding it up and down your dripping slit before aligning it with your entrance.

without looking away, he stares directly into your eyes as he speaks

"I love you."

your eyes widen only slightly, giving off your surprise as you feel tears sting the back of your eyes that begin to appear glossy.

"I love you so much." he repeats, making a tear fall down your cheek only to be wiped away from your husband. it's been so long since you've wanted to hear those words fall from his mouth, and now that the moment has finally came you feel completely awe-struck.

"I love you" you say back to him, reciprocating his words in a truthful sentence. both of you breathe in unison, breaths fanning one another's faces as he pushes the head of his dick inside your hole.

you whine at the stretch, but don't dare close your eyes.

the two of you keep your eyes on eachother, even as he pushes his length into the depths of your spongy walls, moans sounding from under both of your breaths'.

as sunoo bottoms out inside you, his balls softly press up against the skin of your ass and you've never felt so full. everything around you feels like its disappearing, leaving only you and sunoo in this world as he pulls his dick out of you - only to thrust it back in softly.

your volume increases as do the rhythm of his thrusts, his cock splitting you in half in the best way possible. sunoo's hand on your cheek doesn't disappear, but his other hand snakes its way down in order to grip your thigh, forcing your legs to stay open for him.

his concentrated strokes inside you have you moaning out his name into the chilly air, sweat glistening in the moonlight.

your husband leans down to prep deep, longing kisses along the side of your neck, gently sucking hickeys into your skin. your arms wrap around his neck, holding him in place while his hips snap against yours.

"sunoo" you groan, his teeth biting down on your neck which send you into overdrive. you pull his hair, making him moan above you louder than the previous ones.

"mine.. all fucking mine" his deep voice whispers into your ear, and you nod your head against him

"all yours" you breathe, chests moving against one another as your breasts press up against his front.

"my wife" he says to you, making a choked out moan exit your throat. sunoo's cock kisses your cervix, making you squirm in his hold. he takes note of this and decides to angle his hips in a way to where he does it over again, making you feral.

your nails dig into his back so harshly; you swear you can feel blood underneath your fingernails.

"fuck fuck fu-fuuck close- so cl-close hmm" you say, letting sunoo know that you're about to hit the tip of the iceberg. you buck your hips into him, meeting his every thrust.

your pussy flutters around him like a caged butterfly, such as the ones you feel in your tummy. everything about the way sunoo's fucking you into the mattress makes you feel like such and you've never felt so complete.

"c-cum inside.. in me please, want your cum pretty please" you beg him, making his eyes widen.

that's exactly what he wanted to hear.

a flip switched inside sunoo's mind, and he sits up on his knees and grabs your hips in order to still your body from moving.

and he resumes his thrusts, but only this time its much quicker, meaner, rougher.

and with this newfound aggression, not even three more strokes inside you and you're falling apart all over him, screaming his name as you cream all over his cock.

"fuck oh my god" your eyes squeeze shut and your left being lightheaded and squeamish, your body going limp as you let sunoo take complete and utter control.

"yeah? you want my cum? want me to put a god damn baby in you?" he tilts his head to the side tauntingly, making you shake your head yes without a second thought.

"please" you say in a whisper that only sunoo can hear.

"breed this fucking pussy 'nd make you a mommy. you'd like that hm baby?" you can't stop yourself from screaming yes, his dick repeatedly licking your sweet spot as you claw at your husbands back , shaking underneath his hold.

your pussy squeezes sunoo's cock, almost milking him completely dry.

"you're my fucking wife" he groans under his breath, his hips roughly snapping against yours in a rhythmic pattern that has you seeing stars, feeling as of you were floating up and over the moon

"who owns you, who owns this fucking pussy?" his thrusts dont slow as he asks you, leaning down in order to roughly grab your face in his hand before squeezing your cheeks inbetween his fingers.

"you do... all you s-sun" your eyes roll back into your skull, and before you realize ; sunoo shoot white hot ropes of cum deep inside your abdomen, marking you as his in every way humanly possible.

"that's right baby, I own you" he taunts, throwing his head back in a loud moan as his hips still against yours. his adams apple bobs up and down, his chest heaving.

but his thrusts pick up once more, fucking his cum deep inside your core. you hiss as he does so, feeling your guys's mixed juices leak down your thighs.

"f-fuc... squeezin' me so tight" he hisses. drool begins to pool out of the corners of your mouth and all you can do is lay there and take everything he gives you.

"gonna fuck my cum into you..."

"take it baby... take my cum" his thrusts are now sloppy as he moves against you, your tits jiggling with every rut inside you.

it wasn't long before the both of you cum once more, your bodies united.

"fuck, I love you so much.." and that was the truth. and even though it was only said just that night, the feeling was existent long before then.

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bonus ! ;

you and sunoo stare at the bathroom counter, anxiety written on both of your faces.

sunoo has one of his arms wrapped around your waist, fingers drawing gentle shapes on the skin of your hip.

"its been fifteen minutes..." you say under your breath, and your husband kisses your cheek sweetly.

"sunoo im so nervous... what it-"

"it'll be okay sweetheart, I promise. I'm here with you no matter what" he stares into your eyes that hold nothing but love and adoration.

you shakingly exhale, your hand reaching for the test on the counter to flip it over to see the result.

"sunoo..." your back falls against his chest, and it feels as though the world is so much smaller than you remember.

"oh my god" you shove the test in his face even though he had already seen the result of it.

without another word, sunoo spins you around and lifts you up in his arms, a loud laugh roaring from the depths of his chest.

"I love you so fucking much-" he kisses every inch of your face, and you can't help but giggle at his actions.

"I can't believe we're having a baby.."

[gay-dorito-dust]

Benji Blackwood fic idea: apparently he’s a shy, honourable nobleman but an absolute unhinged feral warrior in battle. I can just imagine him being super sweet with his spouse but unleashing hell to the people that hurt her?

I live for protective characters ahaha

Taglist: @pearldaisy

You didn’t know what to think of Benjicot Blackwood, you really didn’t. All you knew of the man was the stories told of how much of a rabid dog he was in the heat of battle, that the moment he gets going he’s an ruthless and unstoppable force who smiled in the face of death.

The definition of a monster on the battlefield.

So when you finally met him you were confused, for Benjicot was anything unlike the terrifying man in the stories you’ve been told, but an awkward and somewhat shy man who’s kind smile had you feeling a light floating sensation within your chest. Benjicot Blackwood had to be the sweetest, most kindest nobleman you have ever had the pleasure to meet in the Riverlands. It also didn’t help that he was a handsome man on top of that too, with his beautiful eyes and well structured face, which helped somewhat but wasn’t the most important thing to you in any regard and merely an added attribute.

‘I had a feeling your feet would have you wandered off here.’ He says with a smile that reached his eyes before making himself at home by taking up the space beside you.

‘And a good morrow to you my lord.’ You greet him as you press a soft kiss to his cheek, making your head comfortable against his shoulder, glad that it was him who had found you rather than some wandering stranger. Ben sighs as he feels himself relax beneath your sweet affection, resting his head atop of yours as his hand reaches to intertwined with yours, a reminder that this was real and that you were real because to Ben you felt more of a dream then anything on most days and he didn’t wish to wake from this dream if it meant being by your side. ‘How many times have I told you to just call me Ben.’ Ben asks you softly, pressing a kiss to your head, already knowing the answer but just wanted an excuse to hear your voice.

You shifted to look him in the eyes and smile. ‘Too many to count?’

‘Too many to count indeed.’ Ben echoed in a lighthearted tone. ‘I swear you do this just to provoke me my darling.’ He adds as he looks at you just as the light catches his eye from between the leaves of the tree you sought shade under, making him appear more beautiful than he already was as you felt his calloused hand gently caress the back of your hand. It was strange, knowing that the man of the many stories and had the rough hands that further proved those stories of his unkept rage in battle true, could ever hold something or someone as gently and as softly as he did you.

You kiss his cheek again, finding it increasingly difficult to not grasp his face and kiss him on those plush lips of his, your silently cursed Ben for making you feel like that as you found yourself pressed further into his side, looking at him as though he had hung the stars in the sky in your honour. ‘Why would you say such a thing my lord?’ You said innocently enough but the spark of desire within Ben’s eyes were evident as he moved to rest his head against yours while he whispers huskily.

‘For you are well aware enough of the effect it has over me when it’s coming from your lips specifically.’

Before you could say anything in response a group of Brackens had came out of seemingly nowhere, snickering, and the sweet Benjicot Blackwood you had come to fall for was pushed aside for the man you’ve heard tales of as he moved to stand up in response of seeing his house rival.

‘Mind fucking off back home Bracken.’ Ben practically spat the name as though it were poison in his mouth.

‘Why? So you and your little beloved can have a little moment of privacy?’ The man in Bracken house colours said humourlessly as he looked over Ben’s shoulder to look at you. ‘Why ain’t you a pretty thing, Blackwood here is lucky to have you warm his bed I’m sure of it.’ You fought back the urge to smack the vile looking grin off of his face that brought forth a rage you didn’t know you had.

Ben must’ve felt your anger from where he stood as he moved himself so that he was in the Bracken’s line of sight, staring him down with a glare that contrasted the softness that was seemingly only reserved for your eyes only, or anyone that wasn’t a Bracken that was. ‘Keep my lady’s name out your fucking mouth.’ He seethed, jaw tense as his clenched his fists, readying himself for the inevitable fight that was about to come.

The dirty blonde haired man looked at Ben as though asking with his eyes if he was being serious and almost burst out laughing when he saw the look of pure rage encompass his entire face. ‘Oh, oh you’re being serious? Is Blackwood getting mad that his lady might have wandering eyes?’ Ben took a sharp inhale at the thought of this cunt being anywhere near you, his most dearest. The man was trying to get under his skin and he was succeeding, he knew he was in the way Ben looked more and more like a man on the verge of snapping.

Testing his luck, the dirty blonde from house Bracken took a step closer towards Ben but before his foot could touch ground or his words leave his mouth, Ben already had him tackled to the ground within a heartbeat and punching the absolute shit out of him; all the while as his little friends ran away scared that they’d be next in line, uncaring that their leader was pleading for them to help him.

The fight was severely on sided from what you could see, Ben had already broken the man’s nose and his knuckles were bruised, but in the midst of the all the adrenaline he was feeling in that moment the pain was forgotten as he kept punching the dirty blonde Bracken with the foul mouth, only until he was satisfied with his work and that the Bracken was rendered unconscious.

You didn’t move or say anything as Ben stood over the beaten and bloodied man with a crazed look in his eye, unsure of how to feel, before he looking back at you with that softness and care you came to adore. ‘Are you okay?’ He asks. It wasn’t until now did you see that the Bracken did manage to clip Ben on the mouth with something sharp, causing it to spit the skin and made him bleed, but you couldn’t help but find the sight of Ben in the aftermath of a fight oddly attractive; his chest was heaving, his hair disheveled and his knuckles both bruised and bloodied.

Your silence didn’t sit right with Ben as his brows furrowed and a lump in his throat formed as he crossed over to you, holding your face in his hands, snapping you out of your daze as you found yourself distributing your face between his beautiful eyes and his busted lip. ‘I didn’t scare you did I?’ He asks, worried of what you’ll say but when you placed your hands over his own, keeping him there as a soft smile graced your lips.

‘Scared? No, oh my gods no Benjicot, you didn’t scare me.’ You reassured him, looking him over in pride and utter adoration, ‘my god you’re anything but scary, my darling you are simply Devine.’ You add sincerely and that was enough for Ben to press his lips to yours despite the cut, licking at your lower lip to deepen the kiss as you happily complied, melting into him as he held you protectively in his arms where nothing could bring you harm.

[mocchii-writes]

hii!! i love your work! i would like to request head-canons with a reader who is an ex cop (could be from the same reason as jun ho, as they failed to investigate the mysterious island) but this time, they’re actually able to infiltrate into the games. you can do separate characters for gi hun, in ho, dae ho, thanos, and nam gyu?!

Squid Game Boys if You Were Undercover in the Games

Paring: Seong Gi-hun, Hwang In-ho, Kang Dae-ho, Choi Su-bong (Thanos), Nam-gyu x fem!Reader (Separate)

Warnings: Drugs

A/n: I hope I understood this correctly, Anon, it's a very cool one! ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

~🍡🍡

Hwang In-ho:

This would be very interesting indeed

Since he's also an undercover spy-esc. type, he might not even notice if you act suspicious in that type because he's covering up himself

but he also seems smart enough to figure it out

he would admire your bravery, if so, and originally planned to shut you down once he thought you'd had enough fun

but there was something about the way you looked at him sometimes that made him pause

it took him a while to realise he actually liked you, and the thought didn't exactly comfort him

you guys would play a game of tag in the dark, jumping around the fact that you're on opposing sides of a growing war

and you'd both pretend you knew nothing so you could be friendly guilt-free

he wouldn't hesitate at the chance to save your life, unlike he would for many other "friends"

he's very protective and defensive of you anytime anyplace

if anyone even thought of hurting you, pray for them fr

he's almost ashamed to admit to himself that he cares about you, but the thought hardly crosses his mind when met with false hatred for you instead.

(or what he calls hatred)

Seong Gi-hun (s2):

You knew he could use all the help he could get, and he seemed almost too kind to be in this place

and you knew you could use all the help you could get as well

so you didn't have to think long on it to decide to tell him what you knew

he trusts you, for sure

he's also protective of you, trying his best to ensure your safety even though that's a hard ask

and you protect him too, to the best of your abilities

you both have a common goal, too, and that helps with the bonding

speaking of

you two would bond pretty well imo, sharing your stories and fears with each other at night

he's not very confident in terms of romance, and he'd probably miss most of your hints because he's so used to people never glancing his way

but eventually he would understand

if not your feelings, then his own

and he would probably confess to you by like either exploding a bunch of words out of his mouth that are hardly understandable, or very quietly and clearly, like he's sharing a secret with you

Kang Dae-ho:

If you told him he would be so impressed, let's be honest here

literally star-struck, because an undercover ex-cop is the sickest thing ever??

and not to mention he definitely already admires you

he wants to know everything about your investigation and your backstory

he feels very safe with you, but still holds himself to the standard of defending you if he needs to

you'll probably have to make the first move unless you can boost his ego a little more because like I said, he thinks you're way too cool for him

you would do your best to help him, and he does the same for you

which really makes you two a crazy power couple because when you guys really link up you're unstoppable

I just know yall would devour in the riot omg

he loves loves loves you, and he loves talking to you about all the police stuff you do and his time in the military

Choi Su-bong (Thanos):

It's an understatement to say you were wary of him, and even more wary of telling him your reasons for being here

but it's not like he would notice anything weird, so you'll be alright

you were trying to keep a low profile, but Thanos didn't intend to just let a pretty girl like you get away

He tried his usual charms, and whether or not they worked is... irrelevant... 🤭

anyways

you joined his group because you thought it gave you safety, but that didn't stop Thanos from trying to win you over

after your suspicions died down, he seemed pretty genuine

so you told him your story, and he listened

he told you he'd try to help you, but neither of you know if he could really help that much

but he definitely respected you more after that

and nobody dares to mess with Thanos's girl, but if they did, you know he'd handle it

he thinks of you as a close friend as well, and he trusts you more after you tell him you're undercover

he would want to tell Nam-gyu, but he wouldn't if you didn't want him to

he would think it's hot lmao

he'd be like, "So you're a super secret spy? cool, cool. Where's your earpiece?"

"bro"

"Hm?"

it overall wouldn't really affect how he treats you, but your relationship would sift, probably for the better

Nam-gyu:

Depending on how you met, he would be really gentle with you imo

he's really nice with thanos (though he claims it's for the drugs)

so I think if he liked you he would really like you

we know he's very touchy and probably protective of you

but when you tell him your real story, he's flabbergasted

I mean sure, it makes sense, but what??

his perfect wife? (he's known you 4 days)

he's very proud of it

will probably yap to everyone about it, sadly

you'll really have to hold him back, if you can

he'd say he wants to hear about it but hed probably lose interest lmao

but he'll ask you late at night, and you two will talk for a while about your lives

he'd say he's ashamed of his life currently, and that you have so much more potential

you'd have to comfort him and tell him it's okay

also, please comfort him when he takes drugs from thanos because they make him pretty anxious sometimes

and he just wants to be with you, so hold him ♡

protects you but also knows you can handle yourself, just give him this

Sorry, I'm posting really slow but all the req will be out once I get on that grind ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

~🍡🍡

[lynnie-s3all]

Two time x angel!reader maybe one associated with spawn somehow??? Perchance????

SHIT.

( i had to use a bit of chatgpt for some dialogues cause I'm trying to write good. I'm being honest in here.)

In devotion to save my own self...

Two time x Angel reader

Okay first of all, let's talk about respawning.

𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚘𝚛𝚢:

Respawning is somewhat a belief where you can gain immortality from it. Once you die, your body can ressurect itself and gain back another life. Which means, no matter how many times you die, you would always go back to life. The process is painful on each step you die, and it will repeat itself.

This then had people being devoted onto it, making this a cult of believing that if you pray to the gods above, they would give extra lives each time you die. And it's unstoppable.

Well what about you? You're an angel, and you have little bits of knowledge about this belief, well i guess i would say you're associated with that.

Well little did you know that there's someone lurking and being interested towards you...

They looked at you with a smile, trying to say hello to your existence. You would guessed that they would have come from a cult. Which you did noticed that when you saw their shirt.

When they tried to speak themselves out, he would say it in some fancy type of accent. You barely know half of what he was saying but you didn't really understand him that much. Only a bit.

"Forgive my outburst, but I am truly enchanted by your radiant presence. I have never beheld such ethereal loveliness in all my days. Are you indeed real, or am I bewitched by the most splendid illusion known to mortal sight?"

Okay... probably not like that??

Two time: "Wow, I've never seen anything like you before. You're beautiful."

Angel: "Thank you, that's kind of you to say. But I'm just an ordinary angel."

Two time: "Are you real? I mean, I can't quite believe it."

Angel: "It's okay, I understand. Yes, I'm real. Don't worry, I'm not an illusion."

The two of you gradually begin to spend more and more time talking to each other. As the days go by, their conversations become more frequent and consuming until the point where they can no longer break free from one another's company. Their desire to be together becomes so strong that Two time starts to neglect the other cult members and disappears for extended periods just to spend time with you. This obsession with each other has reached a point where it has become risky to both their responsibilities and the cult they are a part of.

They would slowly grew more devoted towards you, such as through prayer, offering gifts, and expressing their loyalty and respect on you.

When they are deeply devoted to you, they might even sacrifice something important to them in order to please the deity or demonstrate their devotion.

And if they were to sacrifice someone to gain another life... They would need a host. Their closest friend.

Two Time: "I did something terrible. I sacrificed my friend to gain another life.

Angel: "I see... and how do you feel about what you've done?"

Two Time: "I feel guilty. I know it was wrong, but I didn't know what else to do."

Angel: "You made a very difficult and morally challenging decision. But there is always a choice, and you made the wrong one."

Two Time: "I know. I just wish I could take it back."

Angel: "Time cannot be reversed. But you can learn from your mistake and make better decisions in the future. Everyone makes mistakes, but it's your actions and choices going forward that define you.

Two Time: "I'll try to do better. I just don't know if I can ever forgive myself for what I did."

He was guilty. He knows that.

I'm not sure if i want to continue this to be honest...

[steelycunt]

i have to grudgingly respect the incorrect quotes posters the way i have to respect cockroaches as survivors of a hypothetical nuclear apocalypse. widely discredited. exclusively not funny or in character. often indeed nonsensical. and yet unstoppable, unavoidable, indefatigable. much could be learned from their work ethic

[snippit-crickit]

I think you're really cool for your talent, for your skill and for your openness about sharing it. You have very intricate and artistic visions and you bring them to reality so beautifully. I'm a bit amazed we are mutuals when you are such a grand figure to me...cool! You are like a body of water, unstoppable

awwwman this is such a nice ask < : ]] i shall continue throwing my stuff into the faces of my followers thehheee oo a fellow mutual i salute you, i probably think you are really cool too <33 ! I might seem grand but i am very much a goofball irl I gotta admit I have so many cool projects recently i got somehow invested into and i think of myself as a car speeding i am indeed unstoppable

hope you have a nice day <3!

[dollyzdaydreamz]

Arthur Morgan x Bounty Hunter! Reader

Ghosts of the West

Description: Ghosts don’t hunt outlaws. At least that’s what Arthur Morgan tells himself. But after a home robbery turns up a strange cigarette card, and an old man weaves the tale of a faceless bounty hunter with a vendetta, he starts to feel eyes on him. Not Pinkertons. Not rival gangs. Something, or someone else. Warnings: mentions of death, guns, vengeance, reader stalks Arthur for a bit `(*>﹏<*)′ (Fluff, Action, Mystery)

The scent of gunpowder, tobacco, and rotting wood clung to the dingy sheriff’s office as you stepped inside from the downpour, dragging your latest bounty behind you. Just a thief, nothing special, someone you caught only for some extra cash. You’d been saving up, hoping to buy a nice plot of land someday, maybe even start your own ranch. But that dream was still a long way off, and with the age of outlaws coming to an end, you had to make do with catching petty criminals for now.

The man groaned, barely conscious, his lip split and one eye swollen shut from your scuffle. You shoved him forward, letting him collapse against the desk with a dull thud.

“Got your man.”

Blackwater’s Sheriff Malloy barely looked up from his paperwork. He’d grown used to the sight of you hauling in criminals. Instead, it was his deputy who let out a low whistle, eyeing the battered outlaw.

“Fast work as always,” he drawled, heaving the man up and dragging him toward an empty cell.

You tossed the bounty notice onto the desk. “Found him holed up in a cave not too far from here. Put up quite a fight.”

“I can tell,” Malloy chuckled, giving the bounty’s face a pointed look. As he counted out your reward, your eyes wandered to the posters on the walls. A new one had been pinned up since your last visit, and the price stamped in bold ink made you pause. Five thousand dollars? That’s the highest sum you’d seen in a while.

You stepped closer, reading the name.

Arthur Morgan.

The description detailed a hardened outlaw, dangerous, ruthless, armed. Do not approach.

A chuckle rang out from the back of the room. “You ain’t thinkin’ of goin’ after that one, are ya?”

A small group of bounty hunters lounged near the holding cells, their grizzled faces twisted in amusement. Carl, a skilled redhead you recognized, leaned forward, his chair creaking under his weight.

“Lemme tell you somethin’,” he drawled, tipping his hat up. “That Morgan ain't just some drunk you can knock out in a fistfight. Have you ever heard of the Van der Linde boys?”

You’d heard plenty. More than that, you’d been there when their infamous boat heist fell apart in Blackwater.

But you shrugged. “No, can’t say that I have.”

Coyle hummed. “Well, he’s one of ‘em.” He let out a bitter chuckle. “They’re a goddamn storm. And you don’t take down a storm. You just pray it don’t tear through your town like it did here.”

A storm indeed. You’d boarded that boat, posing as an aristocrat, expecting thieves, maybe pickpockets, some tricksters at worst. But what unfolded had been uglier than anything you imagined. You’d seen Dutch Van der Linde and Hosea Matthews, men whose faces adorned every wanted poster in the state. Yet, you didn’t recall seeing an Arthur Morgan that night.

“I see,” you murmured, glancing at the sheriff. How long does it take to count a stack of bills?

Another bounty hunter snorted. “You remember what happened to Big Joe when he tried takin’ Morgan in? Found more bullet holes in him than a target at a shootin’ range.”

You felt your fingers twitch at your side, but kept your face neutral. The way they talked about him, as if he were some unstoppable force, only made you more excited. You loved a challenge.

Coyle leaned in slightly. “It’s gon’ take more than one woman to bring him in.”

That made something twist in your gut, spite, maybe. Or something deeper. You needed something, anything, to take your mind off your lifelong quest for vengeance. A quest you’d prolonged so much, you secretly wondered how empty you’d feel if you did finally catch the bastards who killed your parents all those years ago.

Every whisper about the Van der Linde gang wove Arthur Morgan deeper into legend, just as every cigarette card and hushed tale among outlaws wove you into myth. You knew how to hunt men. But something told you Arthur Morgan wasn’t just another man.

Still, you tore the poster from the wall, much to the bounty hunters’ bewilderment. __

Weeks passed, filled with dead-end leads and half-truths from townsfolk too scared or too indifferent to talk. But eventually, your search led you to a muddy little town in New Hanover.

Valentine.

The streets were loud and filthy, a blur of cattle, wagons, and drunk cowboys. You sat on a bench outside the saloon, cigarette in hand, trying to blend in as you scanned the crowd.

And then, you saw him.

Arthur Morgan.

He stood by the general store, speaking with a few men. One, in particular, you recognized, a younger man with long dark hair and small, deep-set eyes and a freshly scarred face. 

That was the man you shot at Blackwater. You’d aimed for his arm, hoping to bring someone in that night, but the slippery bastard had gotten away.

At least I didn’t kill him, you thought to yourself with a shrug. 

You turned your gaze back to Arthur. He was built like a mountain, broad-shouldered and towering over the men in the street. His hat sat low over his sharp blue eyes, stubble lining his jaw, his coat heavy with dust and experience.

That’s going to be a problem.

You’d dealt with big men before, but this one seemed to be the size of a tractor. If you were going to do this, you’d have to be smarter than him, go for an even more unconventional route than you were used to. 

As you tried to think of a plan, Arthur’s group made their way toward the saloon. You forced yourself to stay calm, taking a long drag from your cigarette.

As he reached the doors, he paused. Then, to your surprise, he tipped his hat and motioned for you to enter first.

“Ma’am,” he said with a polite grin, an almost boyish glint in his eyes.

Damn, why does he have to be so charming?

You nodded, ignoring the sudden warmth in your cheeks, and pushed the doors open.

Inside, you kept your distance, watching from a round table as he played poker and drank whiskey, laughing with the ease of a man without a bounty on his head. He didn’t seem like a ruthless killer. He didn’t even seem concerned about his wanted status.

And you couldn’t look away.

This was the first time you’d ever put your hunt for your parents’ killers on hold. The first time you’d truly fixated on something else.

Was it because the others said you couldn’t do it? Because you wanted to prove them wrong?

Or because Arthur Morgan was more than ink on a poster?

Outside, you watched as he steadied an older man who nearly fell off the saloon steps. Later, you saw him give a few coins to a disabled veteran, crouching down to speak to him rather than just tossing money his way.

A few days later, you caught him outside the church, sketching in a leather-bound journal, his pencil moving with thoughtful precision.

What kind of outlaw is this guy?

You had spent your life painting bounty targets as nothing more than devils in human skin. But Arthur Morgan? He was complicating that picture.

Maybe that picture you painted was a way for you to desensitize yourself, put a barrier between you and your parents' killers, a barrier between you and the other bounty’s you’d left to the ‘mercy of the law.’ 

You hated to prove yourself wrong.

The thought made you frown as you kicked the dirt under your feet dejectedly. You didn’t remember much of your parents, but you sure as hell inherited someone’s stubbornness. 

As you made your way toward your horse, you realized that kindness could be a weapon, too. Maybe that was his tactic, make people like him, make them trust him, then strike.

Maybe that was something you could use against him. But you had to be careful. If you made one wrong move, he’d be on you before you could blink. So you waited, waited for him to be vulnerable, to slip up. 

But the longer you watched him, the more you wondered if you were the one slipping. __

The house was quiet, save for the occasional creak of wood beneath Arthur’s boots. He moved carefully, sifting through drawers and cabinets, looking for anything of value. Hosea was in the other room, no doubt pocketing whatever trinkets he deemed worth taking. The fence’s cousin by marriage had more than enough to spare, and Arthur wasn’t one to pass up easy money.

His fingers brushed against a small wooden box. He opened the latch with his knife, expecting to find jewelry or perhaps a stash of cash, but instead, he found a box of ammunition and something that made him pause.

A cigarette card.

Arthur turned it over in his hands, eyes narrowing. The illustration was unlike any other card he’d seen before. It wasn’t some baseball player or famous gunslinger. Wasn’t comical or colorful. No, this was different. The picture illustrated a woman, at least he thought it was a woman. A wide-brimmed hat shadowed most of her face, and a bandana covered the lower half. In one hand, she held a shotgun, and in the other, a bloodied handful of crumpled wanted posters.

Something about it sent a strange chill down his spine. He’d dealt with plenty of bounty hunters in his time, most were mediocre, but there was something almost...ominous about this one. The way she stood, like she wasn’t just hunting men, she was ending them.

“Find anything?” Hosea’s voice pulled him from his thoughts.

Arthur glanced up, tucking the card into his satchel. “Nah, nothin’ special. Let’s get goin’.”

Later that evening, Arthur chose to camp out in the fields near Emerald Ranch. He wasn’t ready to head back to camp just yet, and he figured some time alone wouldn’t hurt. The fire crackled softly, casting long shadows across the grass as he leaned back against a tree, his hat pulled low over his eyes.

The quiet didn’t last long.

Footsteps crunched against the dirt, slow and deliberate. Arthur’s hand drifted toward his gun, but he didn’t move just yet.

“Evenin’,” came a voice, gravelly, worn with age.

Arthur lifted his head slightly. An older man stood a few feet away, rifle slung over his back. He didn’t look like much of a threat, but Arthur had learned never to take chances.

“Got any spare bullets?” the man asked. “Plannin’ on hunting at dawn, but some crook made off with my supplies.”

Arthur studied him for a moment before sighing, reaching into his satchel. “Yeah, I got a few.” 

He pulled out some cartridges, passing them over. As he did, the cigarette card he’d found earlier slipped slightly from his bag, catching the dim light of the fire.

The old man’s expression shifted.

“Well, I’ll be damned,” he muttered, eyes fixed on the card.

Arthur frowned. “Somethin’ wrong?”

The man shook his head, but there was something almost distant in his gaze. “Ain’t seen one of those in a while.” He exhaled sharply, then looked at Arthur, his expression solemn. “You ever hear the story of the girl in that picture?”

Arthur glanced at the card, then back at the man, “Can’t say I have.”

The old man sat down across from him, warming his hands by the fire. “They say she’s a ghost,” he began. “A shadow that moves through the West, huntin’ down outlaws like a damn reaper. Young woman lost her folks to bandits when she was just a child. Made it her mission to bring every last savage outlaw to justice.”

Arthur remained silent, listening.

“No one really knows who she is. Never shows her face, not even to the lawmen she works with. Some say she ain’t real at all, just a myth made up by the government to scare off troublemakers.” 

Arthur huffed, not fully buying the story just yet, “And what do you think?” 

The man leaned in slightly, a grave look shadowing his face, “I tell you, boy, I seen things. Heard stories from young men who swore they felt her eyes on ‘em before they ever saw her. Like a wolf trackin’ its prey.”

Arthur’s jaw tightened slightly. He hadn’t been able to shake the feeling lately, like he was being watched. But not by the Pinkertons. 

The old man chuckled, shaking his head. “But I don’t reckon it matters much to a man like you. Just thought it was funny, seein’ that card.”

Arthur tutted, leaning back. “You believe in ghosts, old man?”

The man shrugged, “Don’t have to. Outlaws should, but it’s a good thing we ain't them.”

With that, he stood, tipping his hat before walking off into the night, leaving Arthur alone with the crackling fire and the cigarette card still clutched in his fingers.

He turned it over once more, staring at the faceless woman holding the wanted posters.

For the first time in a long while, something like unease settled in his gut.

And no matter how he tried, he couldn’t shake the feeling that maybe, just maybe, that damn ghost was already watching him. __

After deducting that the outlaw has a blatantly obvious soft spot for those in need, you come up with a plan to follow him one day when he’s out of town, take an alternate path to get ahead of him, and pretend you got bitten by a snake. 

The act worked like a charm.

Arthur came stomping through the underbrush with a mix of wariness and concern etched on his face, his hand resting near his holster as he approached. You lay curled on the ground, clutching your leg, face twisted in pain.

“Ma’am?” His voice was gruff but cautious. “You alright?”

You gave a sharp, shuddering breath, “Damn snake…bit me”

He sighed, already moving to crouch beside you.

 “Damn it. Hold still, let me-” he faltered once he came into proximity of your face, 

“Hey, I know you-”

Before he could finish, you struck.

Your hand shot out, jamming a needle into his neck. His eyes widened in surprise, mouth opening, probably to curse you to hell, but the tranquilizer worked fast. He slumped, and you caught him just before he hit the dirt.

“That was almost too easy,” you murmured, shaking your head as you adjusted his weight. 

You had gotten the vial of tranquilizer from a native you had helped out not too long ago, hunted down some pathetic excuse of a man who’d stolen his tribe's supplies. He said it was supposed to be used on bears, but hell, Arthur was close enough to one.  __

When Arthur woke up, he was draped over the back of your horse like a sack of potatoes. His head throbbed, his limbs were heavy, and, most notably, he was in iron. Thick chains bound his wrists, making movement difficult.

“Son of a bitch,” he muttered, lifting his head groggily.

“Oh, good, you’re up.” Your voice was annoyingly cheerful. You couldn’t help but feel a little giddy at your new accomplishment. 

Arthur blinked, trying to focus on you as you guided the horse down a winding trail. “What the hell happened?”

“You got caught.”

“By you?” He huffed a laugh, shaking his head. “Nah, that don’t seem right.”

You threw a glance over your shoulder, “I gotta say, I’m a little disappointed. I expected a fight. But no, you just helped me like some big dumb do-gooder. Real shame.”

Arthur grunted, rolling onto his side as best he could. “I don’t make a habit of leavin’ folk for dead. Thought you might be decent.”

“That was your first mistake” You snorted, as you dismounted your horse to pause for a stretch, it was going to be a long ride back to Blackwater.

__

Hours passed, the sun dipping lower in the sky. Eventually, you pulled into a tiny, dusty town with nothing but a rundown store and a few scattered homes. You struggled but managed to get him off the horse and onto a small field of grass near the store. Arthur figured this was his chance, you’d have to leave him tied up outside while you got yourself a meal. Maybe he could get free. Maybe some idiot drunk would take pity and cut him loose.

But no.

When you came back out, you were holding a couple cans of food.

Arthur raised a brow.

“Figured I’d need you alive to collect my money,” you teased, grabbing a few metal plates from your satchel and setting them down in the grass before untying him just enough to help him sit upright.

Arthur shifted, watching as you created a fire and roasted a few sticks of meat beside him with an easy air. 

You nudged the food toward him, but he made no move toward it.

You laughed, “Right, wouldn’t do for a terrifying outlaw such as yourself to be fed by a woman.”

Silence stretched between you, save for the distant hum of insects and the crackle of the campfire. Eventually, Arthur studied you properly now that he wasn’t under the influence of a sedative. 

Your face was out, bandana sitting around your neck, and his brows furrowed as he observed the youth in your face. His gaze wandered to the rifle strapped to your saddle, the knives at your belt, the confidence in your posture,

“I’ve seen you on them cigarette cards…heard horror stories,” he chuckled, before craning his head, “But you sure as hell don’t look the part, could mistake you for a school-girl.” 

You huffed, “If that’s your way of trying to butter me up, it ain't working”

“Clearly,” Arthur scoffed, looking at his bound wrists before leaning back to watch the fire flicker. 

You give him a sideways glance, “I could say the same about you.” 

Arthur scoffed, “What, I look like a schoolgirl too?” 

“No, you brute,” you chuckled, “I mean, you look like a killer, but you sure as hell don’t act like one.”

He tutted, “You don’t know me then.” “You sure about that?” you chuckled, “I’ve been following you around for weeks now Mr. Morgan. Forgive me if I’m making a quick judgement but, whenever I see you, you're always...helping people.” 

Arthur shifted, brushing you off as a light flush dusted his cheeks, “Well, I was just actin’...didn’t want folk to start getting all suspicious.” 

“Sure,” you rolled your eyes, taking another bite of food.

“My gang, we ain’t just shootin’ folks for fun. We steal from the rich, give to the poor. Ain’t that worth something?”

You arched a brow, “Maybe.” 

“So why capture me, then?”

You suppressed a smile, “Sport, I guess.”

Arthur’s gaze flicked to you sharply, “Sport?”

You nodded, picking at your food, feeling curiosity get the better of you, “So why do you…re-distribute money, as you like to call it?” 

Arthur tilted his head before narrowing his eyes, “Sport, I guess.” You huffed, “Well, I do all this give myself some…purpose I suppose,” you tapped your spoon against your plate absentmindedly, “sometimes, I guess it’s to distract myself from all that’s happened.” 

“I get that,” He mumbled quietly. 

You paused, “You do?” 

“Sure,” he sighed, staring into the campfire with an almost solemn look, “...My mama died when I was young, and my daddy-well I watched him die, was hung by a few lawmen.”

You were speechless, not expecting him to open up.

“Dutch and Hosea, they found me afterwards. Taught me how to read and write, taught me a few other things too,” he huffed with a shake of his head. “I bet,” you chuckled, “you must be grateful.” 

“Yeah, but recently I’ve been…” he cleared his throat, shifting uncomfortably, “seein' things a bit differently. Wondering if what we’re doing is…right.” “Why didn’t you leave?” you asked.

“Loyalty, I suppose.” He sighed, before chuckling bitterly, “That or sheer stupidity.” 

You said nothing, suddenly feeling sympathetic. One thing you’ve learned within the past couple of weeks is that the world isn’t divided into just good and evil. The lawmen were just as crooked as some of the outlaws that roamed this country. And well, the outlaws might've had their reasons.

You certainly weren’t an angel, and sometimes, you questioned if what you did was right. 

In a way, the two of you weren’t as different as you had thought. 

“It’s funny how that works,” you muttered.

“What is?” he asked. 

“Your father died at the hands of the law, so you became an outlaw,” you mused, tossing your plate aside as you shifted to sit more comfortably, “my parents were killed by outlaws, so I became a bounty hunter. Yet, here we are.” 

Arthur chuckled softly, shaking his head as he looked up at the sky, “A damn comedy.” 

The sun was long gone by the time you stood, brushing dust off your black dress. Arthur watched as you moved toward him, expecting you to tighten his restraints again. Instead, he heard the unmistakable click of iron coming undone. 

He blinked, “What the hell?”

You straightened with a tired sigh, slipping the cuffs off him entirely. “You’re free to go.”

Arthur stared at you, frowning in suspicion, “This a trick?”

You snorted, “No more tricks.” 

After spending enough time with the outlaw, you decided there are others more deserving of that jail cell. From observing his behavior back in Valentine and listening to him here, you guessed he’d eventually leave that lunatic Van der Linde at some point.  

“You sure about this? Five thousand dollars would tempt me, I'd turn myself in if I could.” he smirked, rubbing at his wrists.

“I’m sure you would,” You waved him off, “but taking down the big bad Arthur Morgan? That’s enough for me.” 

Arthur let out a huff, “You are one odd woman.”

“Yeah, yeah." You mounted your horse, lifting your bandana over the bottom half of your face, before looking down at him, "You stay out of trouble, Mr. Morgan.” You warned with a pointer finger.

“Yes, ma’am,” he nodded, a sarcastic grin tugging at his lips.

Arthur watched as you rode off into the night without so much as a glance back. 

He exhaled, shaking his head,

Damn odd girl.

And yet, he couldn’t help but wonder if he’d ever see you again. As you approached Blackwater, you thought back to what he said, his story, his thoughts, his doubts. He was just as much a confused soul as you were. You huffed, finding the whole ordeal ridiculous but amusing nonetheless, I guess outlaws and bounty hunters aren’t so different. After all, you were both ghosts of the west.

thank yew for reading *: .｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:* if this gets enough likes, i might make a part two :) feel free to send in requests :3

P.S: part 3 of 'Hell of a Life' is on hold because I'm stuck on ideas and i dont like writing purely for the sake of getting it done.

[vaguely-concerned]

how much have the crows actually been sanitized outside of the very narrow view you get of them both in place and in time in veilguard, and how much is caterina deliberately putting her most presentable and pr friendly foot forward because she needs HELP with both the grandson and the antaam situations and is already playing from a weakened overwhelmed position. is she going to show off all the dirty laundry the crows undeniably have in front of the people she's courting for an alliance? is rook going to be looking a gift crow in the beak too closely when help is offered, go digging through that laundry basket on their own initiative on principle, knowing what you might find further down in it isn't pretty and might still be sharp, while the world is burning? is it entirely coincidental that the people caterina picks to interact with you most is teia -- the youngest, most charismatic and notably most weirdly idealistic of the talons -- and viago -- who is perhaps none of these things naturally but is dependable and logical and sharp and also down so cataclysmically bad for teia that when she runs in shouting 'TEIA YES!!! >:D' he sighs with longsuffering resignation and goes '...viago also yes. I suppose. under duress, let the record note' and follows.

surely parts of how each house functions would be left largely up to the individual talons, right? as long as they produce crows capable of doing the job and keeping up with the competition, I doubt the first talon micromanages how they get there (...for good or ill. lots of dead fledglings buried under that laissez faire policy, probably). they're very far away from a monolithic structure, they're constantly competing merchant houses/families striving to gain the upper hand held in check by little except 'if enough of the other houses shake hands and gang up on us for pushing our luck we're fucked, so don't push it too far'. like I believe lucanis says at one point, even calling them an organization is stretching the definition to a breaking point in some ways lol this is fully herding cats territory. all this to say that in this game we spend most of our time in teia's house. andarateia cantori, of the firm genuine conviction recognized as mildly unhinged by all the other talons that the crows truly are her family, who loves them with her whole unstoppable foolhardy thinks-she-will-die-young-and-live-eternally-in-song-and-story heart for it. teia, who won't leave the cantori diamond even to go home to sleep because she doesn't want the fledglings to have to see the place empty. do I think the way teia cantori would run her house is indicative of the average experience of being trained as and living as a crow? no. obviously. why are people seeming to assume that so immediately? sometimes I do wonder if I'm going insane.

between that and the antaam situation -- which turns the romanticized image antiva already is eager to reach for with the crows (the same way european literary tradition through the ages sure LOVES a knight, no matter what knights were actually like when you had one kicking around in real life) into an effective and recognizable symbol of resistance from an outside force (at least these awful little guys are home grown in a way we're kind of proud of despite it all and also they are deeply inescapably cool)... perhaps indeed a symbol of resistance and freedom that momentarily covers for a multitude of sins. I don't think we need to draw definitive conclusions about what the crows are like universially, historically or in different contexts from what we see in veilguard. sort of like the british in the pop cultural understanding being 'the good guys' when we think about WW2, and the sheer ludicrousness of that characterization of the british empire seen in any other context or angle lmao. I DO think there are some genuine writerly '*handwaves established ugliness aside aggressively* just uuuuuh don't worry about it! not important right now! you can feel at least ok hanging out with the cool theater kids but with murder they're like. comparatively chill in this context it's fine and they're fun' going on too. and you know what. they are fun. invenci is unfortunately objectively right, but the crows are sooo much more fun. and in fiction land that trumps all. absolutely baffling writing choice when you read through to the political/ideological conclusion that's reached from it of course (sort of accidentally? I think???), but would it really be a bioware game without a few of those. it's how you know you're home (derogatory and affectionate)

in short there are writing problems by god are there real problems here. obviously. and it'd take smarter and more knowledgeable people than me to properly untangle all of that. glorifying organized crime is a time honoured tradition in fiction that perhaps... shouldn't be quite so much and is uh risky, you're always playing with fire there. but I frankly don't think the 'de-edgeifying' for lack of a better term is that much of an inescapable one or that it erases what we knew of the crows before, we're just getting the angle on them in one very specific time and place in history and with specific individuals involved setting the tone. eight little talons killing off most of the established leadership beforehand so it's mostly only teia and viago who get to keep their full power base (even caterina and the dellamortes takes some losses in the apparent death of lucanis before the start of the game) probably figures into that somewhere too lol

[sashi-ya]

a valentine's mini story 𝑻𝑹𝑼𝑻𝑯 𝑺𝑬𝑹𝑼𝑴 trafalgar law x f! reader

🩰 tw: a soft sfw story. spoilers from the last anime episode (not manga). happy valentine's day! 💕 🦢 wc: 923

“I LOVE YOU; I LOVE YOU; I LOVE YOU (NAME)-YA!” “ME???”

If there is something Law has passed are different types of “illnesses”; from amber lead to being feminized against his will. Now, as if that wasn’t enough, the truth serum had been injected into his body and his lips couldn’t get sealed any longer.

Your kneels hit the ground, with widen orbs and opened mouth.

“What- what did you gave him?!” you scream, kicking and trying to be let go. Just two people have fooled you two, and now you are taken hostage by a guy of who knows how many meters tall.

The era of piracy is so full of this random -and annoying- devil fruit users that sometimes it can take you by surprise. Today, was the day a couple of unknown pirates decided to mess with you two.

“Oh, just the Truth Serum. Isn’t it amazing? This fruit came to me like a gift of the Gods!” a lady, quite peculiar, laughs loudly at her victim. Who could have said someone that powerful like Trafalgar Law could be defeated so easily?

Her filthy hand grazes Law’s forehead. He is drenched in sweat, also kneeling down. He is desperate to help you, but her unstoppable tongue can’t stop saying how much he loves you.

And that, to you -but probably not for the rest of the crew if they were there - is surprising.

“He seems to love you, mh? Such good timing for Valentines! Well, then, in order to spare her life, he will cooperate… right? You have those Poneglyph right?” that villainess says, slapping Law’s cheek.

Law feels miserable and absolutely embarrassed; not even his strong Haki can undo the spell of such stupid fruit ability. Or maybe it is also relieving to finally confess to you?  

“Law, don’t- don’t worry- I’ll be fine! Don’t give her shit!” you scream, looking away. You, who are also deeply in love with him but never confessed, can’t look him in the eyes.

“No, I won’t let them touch you any longer. You are mine! I won’t let them hurt you!” he shouts, desperate. Never -and probably ever again- you will hear those words being screamed into the world like the public statement of pure romance.

You dare to cross sights with him, even if in pain as that brute is holding you like a kitten by your shirt collar up in the air. Your gazes are so intense, the world around seems to disappear for a moment. Why it has to be in this situation?

“Law! I am in l-!”

You take a big gasp of air, and when your tongue begins moving, ready to give him your own confession… something happens.

“HAYAAAAAAH!!!”

A big ball of white fur covered in bright orange suit appears to save the day; a strong kick to the back of that villain sends her flying away. Law has enough time to break himself the spell, as well as using a little rock to exchange your body for it.

It doesn’t take much more for Penguin and Shachi to give Law his beloved Kikkoku; a blade he uses to slash -but not hurt- both attackers. They both ask themselves why their heads are floating around detached from their necks, but that’s just a little taste of what it means to mess with a man like him.

Soon enough, and to your amusement, his arm surrounds your waist and quickly he runs away from “the scene”.

A coward? Not really. There was something Law needed to do, now that the truth has seen the light.

“L-Law? Are- are you ok? Stop. Stop!” you demand, asking for him to put you on your feet.

He tries to find the farthest spot; the secluded place possible. It’s enough with you listening to his “pathetic” confession -and the rest of the island too.-

When he finally puts you down, his inked hands run through all of your body. He needs to make sure you are fine. You are, indeed, more than fine… you have just realized he loves you as much as you love him.

“Scan!” he takes Kikkoku to asses your body in depth, but your hand intercepts him from doing so.

“Stop…” you sigh. Again, and as always, he is searching for every single way to avoid speaking about his feelings. “Law… it’s ok, I- I do feel the same…” you murmur, softly pushing the hilt of his katana down.

Law takes a deep breath. He can’t run away. Or he can?

The surgeon ponders the possibility of escaping from there. But wasn’t for his own body acting on behalf of his love, he might have probably done it. Luckily, his hand reaches your cheek, and his feet walk towards you.

“I love you too, Law” you repeat, looking down but still enjoying the delicate touch of his hand. A touch that migrates from cheek to your chin, lifting your head up to encounter your lips with his.

“I didn’t plan for this to go this way, (Name)-ya. I had flowers prepared for tonight… I really planned on confessing tonight; it’s just that my plans always get ruined”

“My sweat Law, when will they let you plan in peace? Did the kiss part came into the original plan?” you ask, coming even closer to his lips.  

“No… I- I actually didn’t think you could-“

“My bad, it seems I am also going to ruin your plans this time. Now please, kiss me and never let me go”

[purpleflower19072]

Unstoppable

NOTE: This will contains slight Shadow Generations if you keep reading so be aware.

Unstoppable

If you knew that attending Sonic’s birthday party would led you to being stuck in a quiet, white video, you would have skipped like Shadow did. You weren’t all that close to Sonic anyway; he was an acquaintance you met through Rouge and Shadow. You only went to the party to be piolet because you knew Shadow wasn’t going no matter how much Rouge begged.

You walked around trying to find some sort of exit. In vain you knew but you had no desire to wait on Sonic to defeat whatever was causing this. You were miffed with Sonic for leaving you alone. The void was white with random enemies from the past even the Black Arms. Though, thankfully, they did not attack. The place had no smell and was not either hot or cold. Empty besides the random floating pieces of road.

“Y/N?” said the familiar soft voice of Shadow your boyfriend. 

“Shadow?” you turned around.

Shadow was gliding towards you. Your eyes widened as you saw that he did indeed grow wings. His wings were black with red highlights. The texture from your viewpoint seems to be brittle.

“What’s with the wings?” you asked

Shadow grabbed your hand.

“My new powers from Black Doom,” he started walking; leading you somewhere.

“Black Doom? So he is back?” 

“That’s right. Don’t worry, with these new powers I am unstoppable,” he gave you a confident smirk, “But, are you alright?”

“A little scared. Sonic released me earlier but ran off leaving me alone,”

“Idiot. He attacked me then also ran off,”

“He acts like the world revolves around him like he’s the main character in a video game,”

Shadow chuckles then his smirk turns into a soft smile that you only see in his gentler moments.

“I’ll take you to Rouge, but first there are two people I want you to meet,” he gestured with his free hand forward.

Ahead of you and Shadow stood an old man in a lab coat and a young girl in a blue dress. The girl waved at you and Shadow while the old man stared. It just hit you that this was Gerald and Maria Robotnik. Shadow was taking you to meet his father and sister. You were not dressed well because it was just Sonic’s birthday party. You didn’t plan on meeting Shadow’s family today nor did you have plans to be stuck in a void. You looked how happy Shadow was so you couldn’t disappoint.  

//Sorry for this being short; it was all I felt like writing. I will eventually write the reader meeting Gerald and Maria. I am almost done with Shadow Generations. I am on Act II of Radical Highway and it is kicking my ass. Anyway, listen to Unstoppable by Sooyoung. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mtddIglLXn8