#dont worry about these tags shh shh

[necropathys]

for the fanfiction writing asks! 7, 36, 50 !

36.) What fic are you proudest of?

a lesson in eudomonics came out really good, despite the lack of reception. ^^ im super pleased with it. also going once, going twice came out spectacularly considering uhhh i wrote it in like 4 days under a deadline.

50.) How would you describe your writing style?

bouncy. maybe a little meandering

7.) Post a snippet from a WIP.

oh uh gosh here take this, its kind of old—

"So, Boss." Killer drawled, slinking forward into Nightmare's personal space, leaning close without a hint of fear. "What's the deal with our wayward artist?" He inquired, continuing as he leaned over the desk of Nightmare's study, elbows and chest firmly pressing on dark wood and parchment. "He's loitering around here on his own, you know? What should we do about it? Isolate him? Capture him? Let him leave?" A knife appeared in his hand with only a small twitch of his fingers. "Kill him, maybe?" He twirled it in his hand, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet as he offered the suggestion, seeming energized at the sheer concept of a fight.

Nightmare sighed, tendrils picking up and placing Killer at a more respectable distance, out of stabbing range. Not that Killer's wayward strikes would harm him, but it was the principle of it. "No. You're not to harm him unless he initiates combat first. That goes for the others as well. I want to see what he does." He informed him, tone threaded with absolute authority. Projecting that this was just a suggestion.

His right-hand studied him for a beat, instead of agreeing to his demands. His head was cocked to the side, considering.

"Hmm," Killer made a thoughtful noise, leering over at the guardian. "You've done something." He said decisively. "Did you drug him? Put some voodoo magic on him, maybe?" He quirked a brow, sharp expression twisting into something playful. Teasing.

Thousands of other Sanses and he picked the most annoying one possible. One that was inconveniently insightful at the most inopportune times.

"...Please don't refer to my magic as "voodoo" ever again, you uncultured plebian." Nightmare sighed, long-suffering and exasperated as Killer sniggered. He would have threatened him more, angry and incited, if he knew it would be effective. Instead, such a reaction would probably egg Killer on more, trying to stir an interesting reaction from him.

"You're right. That's more Error's gig. He's got the dolls and everythin'." Killer agreed breezily. Nightmare rolled his singular eye-light.

"But you did do something." Killer circled back to his previous point. Like a shark smelling blood in the water, he refused to let his suspicions go. "Ya didn't deny it. And he was all weird and basically dead before. You had to do something to fix it." He reminded Nightmare petulantly.

ive never mentioned my ink joins the bsp fic before but god i think about it everyday

[princekirijo]

👄 for an oc of your choice!!

👄 What is your OC’s smile like? Is it bright and wide, or thin and reserved? Does your OC wear any lipgloss or lipstick? Do they chew their lips?

I'm gonna cheat a little and do three >:3

Riku: He has three types of smiles I would say. The first is his default one which is more of a smirk than a smile, it doesn't fully reach his eyes but its still charming enough that most people will be fooled into thinking he's relaxed or happy. The second is a more devilish grin that usually shows up when he's about to or in the middle of doing something incredibly stupid (usually when fighting lmao). And the third is his true smile. A full wide grin teeth on full display eyes lit up the kind of smile that just lightens everyone's day you know the one. He only really does this when he's extremely happy or around people he trusts!

Yuna: She has a much softer smile than her brother, and despite what you might think she smiles more often than him! I would describe it as bright and thin ig, that kind of relaxing smile like on a summer evening relaxing with your friends kinda warm. Idk if that makes sense I kinda suck at describing these huh. She bites her lips when she's stressed </3

Spider-Fiend (Prince Parker): Prince to be honest doesn't smile too much. He's a little self conscious of his smile especially after he gets bitten by the spider and his teeth start to look a little more devilish... So he usually flashes a small thin smile or a little smirk every now and then. His Gwen and RJ (his universe's MJ) both tell him he has a really cute smile though so he will let the occasional wide grin out around them <3

And tbh I don't think any of them would wear lipgloss or lipstick...

[dizscreams]

Gotcha! — Ethan Landry ★

Pairing: Ethan Landry x fem!carpenter!reader

Summary: Reader is a Carpenter sister! She’s in a secret relationship with Ethan and has Ethan over not knowing that Sam’s home

Warnings: Y/N and baby is used, it’s kinda suggestive but mostly fun fluff

A/N: I AM SORRY! I know i have random thoughts that i always just need to right down and I end up not doing the things I should. BUT IM WORKING ON THE JACK FIC DONT WORRYY! The Ethan tag was just dry today so I’m trying to help 🫶

“Shh! I need to make sure nobody’s home.”

Your voice echoed through the halls as Ethan reluctantly pulled away from your lips and followed behind you. “You said nobody was going to be home,” he said looking at you slightly confused. You opened the door and double checked around the apartment. Sam and Quinn’s keys were gone from the rack by the door so you took it as a sign nobody was there.

“I know but I just needed to double check.” You smiled and kissed him again, he quickly followed your movements and smiled into the kiss. Without breaking the contact you stepped inside and went to your room, making sure to shut the door behind you.

Ethan signaled for you to jump so you did and wrapped your legs around his waist while he carried you to your bed. Once he laid you down on the bed and got on top of you, you broke the kiss to kiss his neck. You slightly tugged his curls causing a small whine to escape his lips while yours held a smirk. “Tease,” he mumbled before nipping at the skin of your neck as payback.

You could have sworn you heard a door creak at that moment which caused you to slightly push him back. “Did you hear that?” You asked looking at the door and he followed your eyes. You both listened for a minute before he broke the silence, “Baby, there’s nobody home, remember? I’m sure it’s nothing.” You looked at him slightly worried but figured he was probably right.

You nodded in agreement and muttered a quiet “Okay.” With that he started to kiss your neck, with one hand holding his balance above you while the other was lifting up your shirt. Ethan slowly rubbed his hand up and down your side. “Can I take this off?” He murmured against your skin and you eagerly nodded and lifted up. He quickly took the fabric off of you and threw it somewhere across the room before taking off his own shirt.

While slightly smirking, he went back to kiss you before softly kissing up and down your stomach, trying his best to ease you since he could tell you were on high alert.

It wasn’t that you were ashamed of your relationship with him it’s just you knew your sisters. Ever since Woodsboro they were beyond paranoid, Sam more than Tara, and it was understandable. You all went through a lot so of course, it was easy to have trust issues. And you trusted Ethan, you really did, but you knew Tara and Sam would be sketch and you didn’t want to bother with it.

They’d meet him eventually but for now you liked having him to yourself. The thrill of having a secret relationship was fun anyways and he’s told you repeatedly he doesn’t mind. You were glad to have a boyfriend as understanding as him.

Right as Ethan was about to take off your bra you heard something again.

“Okay, you had to have heard that.” He raised his head up, he did hear it, he just didn’t want to say anything cause he didn’t want you to worry. And he was hard

“Maybe it’s just the apartment next door?” He suggested but you gave him an unconvinced look that shut him up. You sat up, “I’m going to check it out.” but Ethan pushed you back down, “No, don’t. Just stay with me, please? I can protect you.” He told you while kissing your collarbones.

You rolled your eyes, “What if it’s Sam or Tara?”

He huffed out a breath, “Here, what if I go check it out?”

You looked at him curiously with a playful smile, “What, cause I’m a woman you don’t think I can handle whatever it is?” You teased. He turned red at that, “What- no that’s not what I meant-“ you cut him off with a kiss and chuckled at his fanatics. “I know,” you softly said calming him down, “You can go look just be quick, please?”

He nodded and got up, not bothering to put his shirt back on. You sat up against the headboard and played with your fingers while biting your lip in thought. What if it was one of your sisters? Or what if it was Ghostface? It couldn’t be, right? You’d definitely rather deal with Sam or Tara than a serial killer, but Richie and Amber were dead. There wasn’t anything to worry about anymore.

God what was taking him so long?

Your thoughts got cut off by Ethan’s voice, “Um, Y/N, can you come in here please?” He sounded like he was in the living room. But more importantly he sounded worried. You wasted no time in putting on a shirt and heading towards the living room. “Yeah? What’s-“

Oh shit

You were met with your older sister, a smirk on her face and her arms crossed and your very embarrassed boyfriend, scratching the back of his neck. “Sam it isn’t-“

“Isn’t what it looks like?” She finished your sentence with a snicker. Then she pointed to Ethan eyeing him, “When did this happen?” She asked cocking her head to the side. You were speechless. Ethan cleared his throat, “I’m gonna- let you guys talk.. and I’m going to put a shirt on.” He mentally cringed at himself for stuttering and quickly went back to your room and shut the door.

You could barely make eye contact with Sam knowing that she found this amusing and was 100% going to tease you about this for a very long time. “How long have you been here?” Your voice sounded smaller than you wanted it to, but you held your head up anyways.

She laughed a little, “Oh you know- just the whole time.” Your eyes went wide and looked right at her. “The whole time!?”

This caused her to laugh even harder, “Yeah, the only reason my keys weren’t here was because Dan- a friend took me home. Tara has my car.”

You squinted at her not forgetting to bring up whoever this “friend” she mentioned was later. Just as you were about to say something smart to her Ethan walked back in still shirtless.

“Hi-“ he did his awkward wave, “Sorry to interrupt but you have my shirt, y/n.” You looked down at what you were wearing and your mouth made an ‘O’ shape. Oops. “Just go back in my room and I’ll be there in a minute.” You told him and he did what you asked with no hesitation. You smirked at that but turned back around to focus on your sister.

She was now sitting on the small chair you had by the front door. “Did you guys have fun?”

“Were you listening to us?! You’re so creepy!”

“I had to make sure he wasn’t going to murder you!”

“Oh my god, you’re the worst.”

“I love you too, sis,” Sam got up and walked to the kitchen, opening up the fridge, “I would’ve said anything before you two.. did anything. Speaking of which! You do know how a condom works, right?”

“Oh my god, Sam! You’re so embarrassing.”You said throwing a couch cushion at her. “Hey! I just need to know you’re being safe.” She said giggling and you couldn’t help the small smile that appeared on your face. “Whatever, I’m going back in my room. I’ll make sure we keep it PG for you. Love you!”

She shook her head with a smile as you walked off. Once she made sure you were out of sight she called Tara, “You wont believe what just happened-“

lol this was fun to write hope you enjoyed :)

TAGLIST: @beary-rambles @wekiamo @dizzyscreams i forgot abt it sorry!

[xrosaurax]

Kissing a shy Cardinal (fluff?)

Tags: Cardinal Copia x GN!Reader, Rats, kissing, cuddling, fluff, shy copia, youthful reader x old man

Warnings: none

Word Count: 11,614

You were walking alone down the hallways, the colorful glass stained are looking beautiful as always, the sun rays hitting them onto the floor, it gives you motivation to finish all your duties for the ministry. You walk and walk through the long pathways until you find the library, your favourite place to work on your papers.

The other sisters and brothers inside the library are now walking their way out of the library, leaving you alone on this dusty library, you sat on the table that is next to the palladian window, you started dusting your outfit and sat on the chair, you started working on your papers peacefully, until you heard a rat squeaking from your right side.

You turned your head to where the noise was and saw a person wearing a red Cardinal outfit, you remembered his name was Copia, you heard it from sisters and brothers' gossiping about the "Rat man". You watched the cardinal shuffling the books aside, it seems like he's looking for something, you thought. You were about to go back to working until the cardinal's "Aha!" Caught your attention.

The cardinal caught a rat from the bookshelves and dearly caressed its head gently, you felt your heart warming up as you watch him passionately cooing and petting the rat.

"oh, piccola mia, ti stavo cercando. Pensavo di averti perso, va bene shh"

The cardinal cooed to his dust covered rat, you smiled softly, you didnt realized you've been staring at the shy cardinal and the cardinal staring at you a little surprised and quickly hid his rat behind him. Until he spoke.

"Ahem..a-are you alright, caro amico?"

"O-oh! I apologize for...staring, cardinal...copia, thats your name, right?.."

"Ah, si si. Thats right.."

You gave him a slight nod and gentle smile, assuring him that you will not judge him for having a pet rat in his hands.

"Im (y/n) by the way...Its so sweet that you have a pet rat" you introduced yourself, you looked at cardinal and saw his face being all worried and afraid.

"Oh.. no dont worry! I wont hurt your rat! And Im not gonna tell the others.. If..thats what you thought.." You tried reassuring him that you will not do those things, he seemed like a shy friendly cardinal and you will absolutely feel bad if his rats are taken away from him.

The cardinal smiled and brought his hand out to show you his rat then walks towards you slowly "Ah hehe, Im glad you thought they're sweet, dear, Ive been hiding them in my quarters so the other staff wont find them around the ministry, or else they will get killed!" He quietly says it.

You gave him a hummed in reply while working on your work, "You dont have any work to do, copia?" Copia's heart warmed up when you say his name instead of his title, you looked up at him because he took long to reply "Ah! No no, I finished all my work, a-and Sister insisted that I should take a break or walk around the ministry for now that is..".

"Ahhh...that makes sense, you must be tired from standing too long" you nervously giggled while rubbing the back of your neck, you stood up and looked around for a chair, then you pulled it next to yours. "Here, have a seat while we have a conversation, and while I work on my papers, yeah? Dont worry, I wont bite"

Copia giggled shyly and sat in the chair next to you slowly, he curiously watched you working on your papers, then his rat hopped onto your desk and nibbles on your fingers gently, you aww'ed and pet its head gently, the rat squeaks like they're liking how you pet them, in the corner of your eye, you saw Copia smiling warmly at you and also blushing as well.

You turned your eyes at him and he looked away fast, you can still see his blush on his freckled cheeks, you smiled and giggled, *Oh I never thought he can be this adorable..* You thought to yourself, you're thinking about kissing him in cheek to make him blush even harder, which makes you smirk, you leaned in closer to kiss his cheek, until he turned his head and kissed his lips instead.

You even made yourself blush harder than he is right now, your cheeks are full of blush red and his reaction is shocked and suddenly shy, you looked away covering your cheeks "I-Im sorry! I- I was about t-to kiss your cheek but then you turned your head so I ended up kissing you-" you were cut off by his hand on your shoulder, "D-Dont worry, Im not mad, tesoro" he chuckled, he removed his hand from your shoulder and puts them both on his lap.

"Your lips are surprisingly soft, dolcezza..they looked dry until I felt them in my lips.." *He's been staring at my lips this whole time or??* You said in your mind, "M-Maybe I can kiss them more to make it wet and hydrated-" he covered his mouth with his gloved hand, hes carried away and "accidentally" let those words slipped from his mouth.

You're secretly smiling and went back to work, pretending that you didn't hear him, Copia stood up from his chair and gently grabbed his rat.

"Say uh...do you wanna come to my quarters later? To take care of my simpatici ratti?" Copia hopefully thought to himself that you agree.

"Sure" you smiled softly, Copia smiled back, he thought your smile is the most sweetest and genuine smile he ever saw, than to those fake smiles he got from the other sisters and brothers, Copia nodded "You can meet me anytime whenever you're done with your paperworks, caro/cara, I dont want to force you. Take your time, eh?"

"Yes yes, Copia, I will thank you" Copia nodded again and walked out of the library, later at 7pm, you finally finished your duties and went to your quarters to fix yourself. Putting on a perfume and casual clothing, checking yourself in the mirror one last time before heading out, you remembered that the staff quarters are downstairs, so you go downstairs and searching for Copia's quarters.

You finally saw it with "Cardinal Copia" on his door, you fixed yourself once more and knocked gently on the wooden door. The door opened and Copia's face enlightened when he saw your beautiful face again "Hiiii" You awkwardly said, "Come in, tesoro", Copia opened the door completely, gesturing you to come inside then closed the door behind you. You looked around his quarters, it is surprisingly comfortable, his carpet looks neat, his working table is properly organized, his blanket is neatly folded. The candles giving the room a more warm feeling, or a warm comfortable room.

Copia walks towards to the couch and sat, he puts on a sweater he made for his rats and giggles to himself. You mumbled "You're so cute.." and you walked towards him and sat next to him "Im glad you think Im cute..." You're flustered yet again, you thought he didn't hear you but you're wrong. "O-Oh you heard that?" He chuckles, "Yes dear" and smirked at you while he plays with his rats. You playfully rolled your eyes at him.

One of his rats who is also with mini sweater climbed up to your lap and layed down. You aww'ed at the rat, Copia turned his head and saw you gently petting them, you then brought the rat up and gently kissed their head, Copia is speechless from what he just saw. After you kissed its head, you gently put them down on the coffee table, leaving them sleeping peacefully. The rat on Copia left to go eat their treats inside their cage.

As you turned your head to look at Copia, you saw his face filled with warm smile and pink blush on his cheeks, you then felt his hand on your lap, his thumb rubbing your skin in circles slowly. "You never know how much that made me want to kiss you.." you blushed so much that you ended up looking like a tomato.

Copia gently cradles your face with his hands and kissed your lips softly, you didnt move and froze in the same position, until you finally moved your hands, putting them on his chest up to his shoulders then kissing him more. Copia hummed and brought his hands to your sides, pulling you closer to him until your chest met his, you wrapped your arms around him and his tongue went through inside your mouth, began licking yours.

You leaned back onto the couch, making Copia being on top you, devouring your lips passionately, his mustache tickling your lips, you giggled when his hand is in whatever spot that tickles you, Copia pulled away and panting softly, looking at you dearly, he saw his lipstick mark on the top of your lip, he giggles as well.

"Copia..." You said it sweetly "H-Hm?.." you move your hands and began running your fingers through his salt and pepper hair "Kiss me again.." you bit your bottom lip, Copia of course kissed you again, this time its deep and more tongue licking. You loved the feeling of his tongue licking yours softly, he stopped doing it and kisses your lips instead, sucking your bottom lip to make them wet and hydrated, just like what he says before. You loved how soft and kissable his lips are. You pulled his head more and he grunts from the feeling, until a loud knock came from his door.

You both are surprised and you quickly sit normally and fix your clothing, Copia also fixed his red cassock and began walking towards his door "Va bene, va bene sto arrivando!" He says as hes walking and opened the door slightly, he saw Secondo standing in front of him, holding one of Copia's rats by the tail

"Ho visto il tuo topo mangiare sui miei documenti, fratello. Per favore, puoi portare via il tuo topo dal mio ufficio, in modo che il mio serpente non li mangi "accidentalmente" vivi?" Secondo said with a clearly not so happy on his face, he looked so intimidating that you wanted to look on the floor, fidgeting with your fingers. Copia grabbed his rat from him gently and put them inside their cage, Copia then went back to the door and thanked Secondo for bringing his rat back to him.

Secondo's gaze moved down to Copia's lips, seeing how mess it is, Copia saw the movement of his eyes and flustered "A-Ah stavo per togliermi il rossetto con un fazzoletto, fratello...Thats why they look messy hehe.." Secondo peaked inside the room and saw you all flustered and lip marks on your lips, he chuckled and looked at Copia.

"Ho interrotto qualcosa?" Secondo smirked at Copia, Copia shooks his head hesitantly, hes blushing, and wanted Secondo to leave, "Ah You go have fun, fratello. I will not interrupt your.. kissing again" he says before walking away from the door. Copia slowly closed the door and looks at you, giggling to himself nervously like an idiot "Papa Secondo really looks intimidating sometimes.." "I thought the same, amore" Copia sat next to you and leans back. Looking at the ceiling, he smiled at the thought of him kissing you before.

"What are you thinking hm?" You smiled and you laid your head on his chest, "I was just thinking of what to do tomorrow is all.." You felt his heart beating fast, you moved your hand to his chest and kissed him in cheek, "I bet you're thinking of me instead" you teased him playfully "Ehh.." he shyly looked away from you and smiled, you cuddled him sweetly and brought his face to face you, "Oh come on, you're suddenly shy from all that kissing?" Copia smiled widely and hid his face on the crook of your neck.

You leaned back and hold him in protective way, stroking his hair dearly and kissed his forehead wrinkles. Copia's arms wrapped around you loosely. "Why do you love an old man like me, amore?" He pouts, you look down at him "Because you're attractive and kind..The other day, I saw you being kind to other staff, even though they're mean to you, and then helping other sisters and brothers for their duties.." Copia lets out a hmph "You think so?" He looked at you with pleading face, you nodded and smiled, You kissed his nose and make him lay on your neck again. You felt him smile against your skin. Later, you heard him snoring softly onto your neck, you quietly giggled and resting your head against his.

[underratedandoverit]

some things never change

908 words chuck taylor/trent baretta (implied, can be read as gen)

death before dishonor changed me on some level. my first time with these boys like this so like. be kind to me. takes place post their title match (i also know oc was there but shh lemme have this)

its proofread and edited now, i dont think its terrible but be mindful that i wrote this in an hour of frenzy at 6am originally lmao

hurt/comfort. mild warnings for trent having stitches, theres mention of blood, chuck has issues liking himself and trent says shit once

@midnightpretenders0 @stormbornpirate

on ao3

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Chuck had remained silent the entire time they had been sitting in the trainers room after the match. There had been too heated of a moment at ringside when the match ended for them to notice it, but when they got backstage someone had kindly pointed out that Trent had gotten cut at the brow at some point, so they were escorted to see the doctors, whether they wanted it or not. Chuck insisted that he was okay, apart from some mental wounds from yet another loss, only being worried about Trent right there and then.

As was tradition it seemed, Trent insisted on being okay, but complained the entire time he was being taken care of. Being walked to the medical, having to sit there, while they were cleaning up his wound and washing his face off of the excess blood, while he was being stitched up. Chuck watched all of this happen, not intervening, letting Trent get it out of his system.

When they were finally free to leave to get back to the locker room, Chuck just quietly accepted the ice packs from the trainers that Trent had left behind, knowing that he would bitch about leaving them behind later. Trent was clearly in a hurry to get out of there, being frustrated with the whole situation, which Chuck didn’t blame him at all about.

To be honest, Chuck only blamed himself for all of this. Even if it was indirect, he was the one that brought the team down by not being there to help Trent by breaking the pin, effectively causing them to lose the match. Not to mention since he wasn’t able to properly protect his partner, he had been bleeding by the end of it all.

Trent kicked the locker room door open, Chuck being kind of irked over the fact that it was only the two of them in the Best Friends locker room that night. He honestly would have felt very much the same if they had gotten those titles in their possession and had their friends there to celebrate with them, just with the opposite situation. 

But now Chuck had to deal with all of this by himself, when he wished someone more capable was around to handle the moment he didn’t feel like he was able to hold together for much longer.

Maybe the sigh he let out was a little bit louder than he intended, Chuck instinctively wincing as he saw the concern on Trent’s face following the sound as the other man turned to look towards him, stopping in the middle of his annoyed rant that Chuck hadn’t been listening to at all.

“What’s wrong?”

Chuck just shrugged, weighting the ice pack in his hands that he suddenly found more interesting than anything else in the room. “Just… Bummed about this. Losing, once again.”

Trent’s eyes narrowed slightly, knowing very well when his longtime tag partner was lying to him. Without saying anything he grabbed Chuck by the wrist, walking him to the couch and sitting him down, taking a seat next to him. Chuck didn’t resist, knowing full well that doing so was going to make him explain himself even further. At least this way he was able to try to mask the disappointment and self-deprecation he was currently feeling.

“This isn’t just about losing, is it?”

Chuck glanced at him, but didn’t say anything, avoiding looking at any clear features of Trent, eyes landing on his stitched up brow. He carefully lifted the ice pack in his hand and pressed it against Trent’s face, a small smile blossoming on his lips briefly as he sighed again.

“At least I’m good for one thing, huh?”

Trent remained silent for a moment, but it was obvious that the gears in his head were turning at the statement. “What are you talking about?”

“We lost the match. I couldn’t get back to the ring in time. Sorry about that.”

Chuck removed the ice pack from Trent’s face briefly, wincing at the line of stitches on his face before pressing the ice back against the wound. “And sorry about your face.”

“Dude, it’s not like it was you who made me bleed.”

He knew exactly what Trent meant, but it still wasn’t easy to hear and Chuck’s mind to accept. He looked away, feeling the guilt gnawing on him under his skin.

“Yeah… But I could have prevented that. And I didn’t.”

Trent looked at him, observed the clearly defeated demeanor of the other man for a while, before his hand reached for the ice pack and Chuck’s hand holding it, carefully pulling it off his face and lowering it down, taking the obstacle away from between the two of them so he could finally directly look at Chuck.

“It’s not your fault.”

Trent slowly peeled the ice pack from Chuck’s hand, putting it aside as he grabbed a hold of his hand, interlacing their fingers with one another with ease. Chuck slowly looked back at them, staring at their hands for a moment before he could feel Trent giving his hand a gentle squeeze.

“I don’t care how many times we win, how many times we lose, how it happens or who’s fault it supposedly is. We’re best friends, dude. As long as we’re together, none of that shit matters.”

Chuck nodded, a small smile crossing his lips, followed by a soft chuckle.

“…Yeah. Yeah. Thanks.”

[koi----kaboooooooom]

Welcome to Koi Kaboom, My roleplay sideblog for well.. roleplaying. (Technically this is only for Koi.. not rping in general lol) This is so I dont have to deal with all the filtering and tagging that comes with roleplaying on my main blog! Sadly this isnt it's own account so asks will either be sent through my main account, or on anon with a sign off.

Tags include;

☆Koi kaboom - random things, whether that be random comments on this blog, silly reblogs, or whatever!

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☆Order up! - Any answered asks!

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Below is a (maybe a bit messed up but shh..) reference for Koi! (Sorry for some of the markings and stuff being covered by clothing I didnt really wanna put nudity even if it was for the purpose of references for art "-w-)

(uhm forget the fact i forgor the shell... shhhhh.. just imagine it.. its basically Leo's except scratched and chipped with a bit of burn marks)

Koi Info;

☆Koi's species doesn't have a name yet (like literally.. ask Koi what their species's name is and they dont have a clue), though they were hunted and are in low numbers!

☆Koi has two forms, their human form, and their animal form. They mostly stay in their human form though.

☆While they do have vitiligo, most of Koi's markings are from a burn accident.

☆Koi's eyes are naturally red, dont worry, they sleep plenty.

☆Koi has extremely fluffy hair!!!

☆Koi is about 13-15.. age gets a bit messy whenever you don't keep track..

☆Koi has a higher resistance to infection and posion. (for example for the "infection" part if a 1 zombie bite infected a human, it would take 2 to infect Koi)

(if you want more info, here is Koi's carrd! -> koiinfoo.carrd.co)

I hope y'all enjoy this blog! Oh and, if you ask why it's restaurant themed.. it's cause I wanted to. (oh yeah lol i forgot.. for some reason if you dont know my main account its @echodoesstuff62333)

[blorboconfessions]

this ask is so so long. i am sorry. in my defense im entirely incapable of being normal about my ocs but oughhhh if i ramble about them on my main then all my mutuals i rp with (hypothetically -- i havent had the confidence to start something big in years pff) will know all about all their lore and ill be so so sad about it. so i am not naming any direct oc names. to keep the mystery

that being said. uoggh auhghh eve my boy eve houggg he is so important to me. poor pathetic former-alcoholic current-smoker meow meow whos last known location being a blood puddle outside a bar he is my everything. the religious trauma one queer ass man can have. the depression the repressed emotion the SHEER HOMOEROTIC ENERGIES i have bestowed upon this man. the energies are homoerotic by default bc hes gay dont worry about it

and the only reasons he doesnt go back to his adam being that hes currently presumed dead and even if that wasnt the case he feels too inadequate and ashamed of himself to return to adam. eve desperately wanting to forget, adam desperately clinging to the memory. adams camera. eves magician bullshit. they work the same job in different divisions. their reunion is inevitable. a man thrust into a situation he can never recover from. his lover having to recover from a situation he could never have predicted. eve looks down into the void he must now hide within from his heartbroken adam. adam looks up to the stars he wishes upon for the life and return of his heartbroken eve. fuckin!!! love them!!!!!!!!! im inconsolable. and it was neither of their faults too!!!!! eve was in the wrong place at the wrong time and adam was simply unexpected collateral damage. and eve can leave literally whenever but he DOESNT because he assumes that adam will HATE HIM and its like GIRL JUST COMMUNICATE WITH YOUR BOYFRIEND........ i made eve a total trainwreck and i regret none of it. the doomed yaoi. the sydney and jedidiah of my ocs. the original sin. i die

and its even funnier bc eve used to just be a character i had no intention of expanding upon for like at LEAST a year and a half. then literally 5 years ago i ended up revealing who he was early because i wanted to actually develop him as a character. and now im so autistic and a little gay for this man. fuck. FAUCK!!!!!!!!!! he used to just be mysteeeerious notes left at peoples feet and now hes my freak of the week. by now anyone who knows me has probably caught on to my typing style and can guess who im talking about so to anyone reading if you know me shhhhhh shh shhhh no you dont ive said nothing. no witnesses /silly

- 🎉 (since i plan to show up to this blog a good few times im adding an anon tag. i am confetti anon. i use it/he prns and i am exceedingly abnormal)

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[orcelito]

feeling.................Motivated. maybe. i wanna,,, i wanna write. i wanna get this chapter done. bc god. i wanna do the next chapter so bad. 

[abiik]

just thought about the friendship potential of xingchen and cass. both aquariuses, both mostly non-verbal action-based ppl, dancers that incorporate that into their fighting style, v GOOD fighters at that, the best in their respective areas

[sigmadolos]

chrysanthea said:  “ i’ve never been good at emotional stuff. except anger. i’m good at anger. ” pinterest sentence starters

   He  listens  without  interruption  to  what  Jono  has  to  say  ,  diverting  his  attention  from  the  paperwork  in  his  hands  to  the  Hunting  Dog  beside  him.  It  wasn’t  a  confession  he’d  expected  ,  but  it’s  deserving  of  all  his  attention.  It’s  important  because  Jono  decides  to bring  it  up

   “  One  would  think  I  would  understand  anger  well.  But  it’s  one  that  I  do  not  ,  at  least  not  through  experience.  “  He  muses  as  the  papers  are  set  down  on  his  desk.  No  ,  even  when  chains  bound  arms  and  legs  ,  when  abuse  and  vioelnce  ran  rampant  and  he’d  been  left  barely  breathing  ,  he’d  not  felt  the  hot  coils  of  anger.  Why  ?  Sigma  couldn’t  answer  if  anyone  had  chosen  to  ask.

   “  Even  so  ,  it’s  beneficial  to  understand  some  emotion  ,  and  not  be  great  at  others.  “  A  hand  reaches  out  ,  gently  fixing  a  stray  piece  of  hair  as  Sigma  leaned  forwards  to  press  a  soft  kiss  to  the  dog’s  forehead.  “  It’s  okay  if  you’re  not  very  good  at  it.  None  of  us  are  good  at  everything.  Life  is  a  series  of  learning  things.  Just  because  you  do  not  grasp  it  now  or  in  the  past  doesn’t  mean  you  can’t  learn  in  the  future.  “  He  offers  a  gentle  smile.  “  And  even  if  you  do  not  want  to  learn  such  things  ,  that’s  okay  all  the  same.  Contrary  to  many  people’s  beliefs  ,  one  is  not  bound  to  who  or  how  they  are  now  forever.  “

[spikesbimbo]

Three's trouble

Pairing: suna x reader x atsumu

Tags: face fucking, praise, dirty talk, threesome, exhibitionism at first, teasing, choking, oral sex, finger sucking,  idk reader has an oral fixation, lowkey eiffel tower, spit/drool, crying, spanking, daddy!suna, masturbation

wc: 1.8k

a/n: Feeding yall until my dilf fics come out. Iowkey insp by this 

Minors dni 18+

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“C’mon lemme touch her...please rinnie” He teased, copying you, knowing all you had to do was bat your eyelashes and mumble those words and you'd get what you wanted.

“Call me that shit again and i'll kick you out.” suna said. Freezing in place, dick almost going soft after those words. Lucky your pretty face drooling all over his cock brought him back.

“Go ahead...” he sighed, knowing this was gonna happen after he ‘invited’ him to watch yall fuck after he walked in on you two, knowing he was insatiable as you, and that stroking his cock wasn't enough.

“I-,  you sure…?” he asked. “This okay with you, hmm?” Only caring what your answer was, knowing your boyfriend would go along with it if it made you happy.

“Dont get me wrong its hot as fuck, been dreaming about this for so long, but...” He continued waiting for you to put out an answer, an opening as you responded by breaking your head from sunas cock enough for you to mumble a soft, sweet “yeah”. Expression hidden as your boyfriend drags you back onto him, greed overriding him, wanting to be only one to see your face like this.

Physically responding by arching your back more, rocking your hips as the friction of the air wasn't enough, humming out while your lips were wrapped around his cock once again, nodding your consent again as suna wrapped his hand around your head, leaning back with a groan.

“Fuck baby.” he muttered out. Pride rising in your chest, taking all of him like a good girl. His tip hitting the back of your throat, hands sneaking up his thighs to grab his balls in between your fingers. 

“Don't be rough at first, she doesn't like that.” he said, eyes half closed watching his every movement, looking at your body and expression for any signs of discomfort.

“Got it, got it. Don't worry.” He complained, placing himself behind you. “You're acting like i've never touched a girl before.”

“Wouldn't doubt it.” he said under his breath. Turning his vision back to you, stroking your cheek as his face was getting more tinted by the second.

“Hey!”

You let out a whine, needy moans getting their well-needed attention back on you. Body feeling so neglected as tears started forming in your eyes, your boyfriend quickly calming you down.

“shh baby s’okay, ignore him. Just keep all your attention on me.” He cooed cupping your jaw, distracting you by doing the work for you, bobbing your head up and down with his hand on the back of your head.

Your noises getting higher and higher as atsumu moved his hand to your cunt, sliding his fingers down your slit up and down a few times before stopping to rub your clit. Sliding his finger in, so tight but you gave way so easy, curling his finger pushing the build up of slick out of you, dripping onto the floor beneath you.

“So fucking pretty.” he mumbled out, barely getting the words out before he put his lips on your thighs, placing harsh open mouthed kisses on them. Squirming at the feeling, suna’s hands locking you in place while his hands were grabbing your ass, fingers digging into the flesh as he spread you open. “So wet, wanna taste you.”

Moaning at the words, all shame leaving your body as you presented yourself more, just wanting to feel good already, hearing a chuckle followed by a slight smack landing on you. The shock, letting out a cry laced with pleasure, disconnecting your mouth from him, a gasp of “tsumu” falling from your lips, face contorting with embarrassment as your body does the same.

“You like it pretty girl? You like when your daddy spanks you when you're being bad, hmm?” 

Tears pooling in your eyes as the words left his mouth. “Aww, sweetheart. You love when he makes you cry like that, what an angel.”

His hand comes down onto your skin again, jumping at the contact, ashamedly getting you wetter and wetter. ”Fuck, you get this everynight? Lucky bitch.”:

Suna just chuckled, loving how you caught everyone's attention but at the end of the day you were his, no matter who touched you. Every nerve ending was tensing up as he entered you, his hips slowly meeting your ass at first. Watching himself slide in and out of you as he started to move, shallow strokes turning into deeper ones. “God damn baby, your tiny little cunt’s already swallowing me up.” thrusting into you harder and faster, cries leaving your throat as you already made a mess.

“Fuck baby, you already cum?...”Poor little thing, should've known that when i walked in on you creaming just from your daddy playing with your little cunt.”

“C-cause you were teasing me” you softly sobbed out in protest, needing him to move or you would breakdown.

“Was I? M’sorry pretty girl, dont worry ill make you feel good.” Hearing his grunts as you clenched, not stopping but getting rougher. Thrusting into you as his balls were hitting your sensitive clit, walls throbbing around him as you cried out incoherent words.

Watching himself slide in and out of your tiny little cunt  as he starts to move, slow and shallow strokes sliding into deeper ones. “You’re just fucking swallowing me up, fuck.”

“D-daddy” escaping from your lips in a moan, as his hand was wrapped around your neck, forcing you to look your wet sloppy face in his eyes as you were getting fucked. You blurry vision making out his deadpan face, but you felt his gaze on your body, ass bouncing after every thrust, only being held up by him.  

“Daddy?” tsumu questioned, his grip on your hips growing tighter, letting out a little squeal as his thrusts get shakier. “Fuck, youre so lucky.”

Suna just chuckled, knowing what he had, making sure you knew it too. Tsumu leaning back against your body watching you catch his thrusts halfway. Hips rolling, gasps barely having time to escape before they’re knocked out of you again.

Your boyfriend not being able to fight the groans that spill out of his mouth, thumb swiping over your lips, smearing his cum and spit there. Rocking his hips back into your mouth, eyes hooded watching tsumu make you crumble and cry under him.

“He making you feel good baby?” he asked. Whimpering at the way he’s grabbing your jaw, already so sore. “C’mon, be a good girl and tell daddy.”

Being patient with you was one of his specialties, letting you take all the time you needed, eyes focused on you waiting for you to be a big girl and use your words.

“Y-yea, rinnie.” you stuttered out, voice displaced by his thrusts.

“Good girl.”

The way he's speaking to you, so sweet and soft, but so dominant at the same time. Kissing you on the forehead before moving down to your lips. Wet eyes being rubbed by his finger as his other hand is stroking his cock.

Tsumu’s moans are background noise as you drag your tongue down his hand, grabbing it with the hand that isn’t currently on his dick, wrapping your lips around his digits. Not reacting besides letting you do what you want, as usual; breath hitching as you take it down to his knuckle.

“Fuck,” tsumu groaned, flicking his hips up into yours, getting off to the both of you looking like the sight of a porn clip in front of him.

“daddy, i-, im gonna” you whimpered, lips hovering over sunas, a line of spit connecting you two, how romantic. Your sentence not finishing as he dragged you back into a kiss, sloppy and messy, all while tsumu is bruising your cervix, the pain dulling at this point.

“Yeah baby, you gonna cum on my cock? Already doing such a good job.” he said, trying to look back at him before suna grabs your head again, looking into your red teary eyes as you pant out. Dry mouth open as he’s fucking your fist, rocking into you like you were a toy.

“You gonna be a good girl and take it? Gonna be a good girl?” he muttered out, sliding his flushed cock back into your drool covered mouth. 

“Our good girl.”

Suna rolls his eyes as he cups your face again, spit sliding down it as he pushed it in, not wanting to cum again after looking down into your spaced out eyes. The sound of his balls slapping your chin, obscure words leaving his mouth as your nose was now at his crotch.

The pain of your dry lips growing, the ache in your jaw only adding onto it but you were gonna make him finish. Hiccupping out whimpers as astumu gets rougher, picking up the pace. 

The sound of your wetness leaking onto his thighs and balls, every slap sounding lewd as possible the vibrations coming from your mouth is enough to have suna shove himself down your throat more, fucking you there until he cums down it.

A dazed smile appearing on your face as you licks up what slipping between your lips, looking like hes about to pass out at the sight of your lips licking it off of him, leaning his head back as the thinks hes about to blow again.

Another moan leaves your lips as you feel so close to your climax, not having anyone to pay attention to anymore but yourself as you feel your orgasm building up. Selfishly moving your boyfriends dirty hands to you, already catching your drift as he starts lazily rubbing your clit almost instantly making you cum.

Atumu chasing his as soon as he feels yours, rolling his hips deeper as he pushes your back in an arch. Seeing black for a minute as he lets himself go. Getting faster, hips stuttering as your body is limp under him resting on suna. Sobbing at the overstimulation as he continues to abuse your poor cunt as he drains his balls dry, making the most of his orgasm.

Mind going bank, not even realizing that he pulled out of you, and that you were laying in your boyfriends arms. Wrapped in the thin sheets, him coming down from a high just as much as you.

 “You good, baby?” suna whispered, wrapping his arm around you kissing beneath your ear as he rubbed your back. Nodding as you dozed off into him, sleepiness overtaking you at the feeling of being in his hold as you did every night.

“ So…” Atsumu started breaking the silence, suna already giving him a side eye, not wanting to wake up your pretty face squished into his shoulder. “Maybe ne-”

“No.”

[the-witch-of-one-piece]

Hi baby how are you?

Can i ask for a red candle nsfw with kid please? Gn y/n 👉👈

Hello Anon! I'm doing good how are you doing??? :D yes of course I can do this for you! As I light this candle I want you to focus your intention and watch it manifest before your eyes! I hope you enjoy!

Kid x GN Reader: Red Candle ( Dammit Kid)N/SFW

The argument was over something so small Kid being reckless and not worrying about himself. “Why dont you listen to me!!!” you shouted at him. This irked him when he shouted back the argument became heated where you had walked away because you were tired of the yelling. He never worried about himself or what could happen. You never been the one to yell but you're finally had it with his recklessness.

A few hours of cooling off is where you both stood in front of each other. The room you shared filled with a bit of tension between you both The moment of silence. He looked at your eyes knowing sometimes he had a lot of pride and won’t apologize right away. Silence between you both Kid drawing closer to you. He grabbed your arm bringing you to his chest. This was the start of everything right now.

“Do you forgive me know ____?” Kid was grunting. His flesh hand pinning both of your wrists above your head. His metal hand grasped onto your upper thigh. The cold metal touching your warm skin gave you goosebumps. His engorged cock pulsating deep inside of you. Your eyes looked at him. His expression was a bit serious waiting for my answer if I forgave him.

“Yes, Kid… I…shit… I forgive you o-ooo ngh.” panting he was hitting the right spot over and over. “Dammit Kid.” the tint of pink hitting your cheek knocking he was getting you riled up.

“Good now...where's my apology.” lightly panting his metal hand gripping move of your thigh a bit harder.

“You have some nerve asking for an apology” You said a bit louder than your normal voice.

“But it’s all fair…” Kid said the sneaking grin peered on his face. “Come on babe just say ~im sorry for yelling at you~” His thrusting became more rhythmic feeling the ball for in the pit of your stomach. Kid watched as you made your signature lewd expression  “Do I need to postpone your, climax babe?” he said in a taunting voice. “Just say it and I can make sure you feel very nice.” kissing the crook of your neck leaving a lipstick kiss mark. His lipstick was slightly smeared on his face. Random lipstick marks placed on your body of where he kissed/nibbled on.

“Okay, I’m sorry Kid I’m so sorry.!” you moaned louder your breath becoming hitched.

“There were go,” he grunted a bit louder. “Now doesn’t it feel better apologizing?!”

“Shh…shut up Kid.” feeling his thrust becoming more sloppy. The sound of the skin slapping against one another.

Tagging: @undercoverweeeb @fireflykaizoku

[tweedlydumbtweedlydoo]

the Original Vampire | Elijah Mikaelson x Winchester!reader

Requested by @nalledimessi​ / Summary: You finally tell the truth to your supernatural killing brothers; you’re dating the Original vampire Elijah Mikaelson. 

A/N: I’m so sorry for the wait, had some things come up at home. I hope you enjoy!! xx 

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*oh my this gif; he’s a freaking hottie UGH

“What is your story?” Elijah asked as his fingers ran up and down your arm. You were laying on his chest between the sheets of his bed. 

You hummed as you stared up to him with a soft smile, your index finger caressing his cheek, “If I told you, I’d have to kill you.” You whispered against his lips. 

He chuckles, pulling you closer against his chest, “That’s such a cliche.” 

You sat up next him, holding the sheet against your chest, “If I did tell you, you’d never forgive me.. You wouldn’t look at me the same.” 

He furrows his eyebrows as he stares at you, “It can’t be that bad.” He sits up and leans back against the headboard and reaches for your hand, but you pull away, tears already forming. 

“I should go.” 

Elijah is confused with the change of emotion in you. The two of you had been dating for close to three months now. He’d met you in a bar located in the French Quarter and the two of you had been inseparable since. 

You hated lying to him like this. You knew his secret; He was a vampire, an original vampire. The same one you and your brothers were hunting at the moment. You, Dean and Sam had drove down to New Orleans after hearing word vampires were taking over the French Quarter. So far during the two months, you’d killed 2 vampires and were no closer to killing the original vampires. Thanks to you. You’d kept your brothers away this long, sending them in the opposite direction. 

You were really going to kill Elijah that night you met him. That was your plan but he’d shown you a side of him, the good side that you couldn’t believe he was this evil vampire everyone spoke about. 

“You don’t have to go so soon.” He reaches for your arm, stopping you, “What is bothering you?” 

You shook your head, slipping your arm from his grasp, “It’d be better to be kept a secret.” You gave him a begging look, “Please just let this go.” 

He gives you a nod and waves his hand toward the door, “Then go.” 

You silently thanked him and hurried to get dressed.

“Will you still come to the party this evening? You are my date.” He asks, getting dressed himself. 

Shit. You’d completely forgot about the party tonight. You wondered if you could get passed your brothers tonight to attend. “Yes, I’ll be there.” 

Elijah came to your side after you’d completely dressed and put his hand on your cheek, “You can tell me anything.” 

“Not this.” 

~ 

“Where the hell have you been?” Dean stood from his seat at the table, anger written all over his face. 

You shrugged him off, tossing your jacket on the bed, “I was following a lead.” 

“We were worried sick.” Sam closes his laptop in front of him, “We tried calling and you didn’t answer.” 

“Sorry.” You mumble, sitting on the bed to slip your shoes off, “Phone died.” 

“Well, we got a good lead.” Dean tosses the paper next to you, “Hope you brought a fancy dress with you.” 

You picked up the piece of paper and read it over. 

“Cause we’re going to a party tonight.” Dean smirks. 

It was a poster for the same party you’d be attending tonight with Elijah. The same party that the Mikaelson’s were throwing at their home. Oh this wasn’t good at all. 

“Go get ready. We leave in an hour.” Sam orders. 

“We can’t go to this party.” You stand and look between the both of them, “We’d be walking straight to our death.” There would be multiple vampires there, you just knew it. 

Dean waves you off, “I think we’ll be fine.” 

“No, I don’t think you guys understand.” 

They have a look of confusion on their face, “Please. Elaborate.” 

“Yes please, elaborate, little sister.” Dean huffs, crossing his arms over his chest. 

“Never mind.” You shook your head, “forget I said anything.” You head for the bathroom but Sam stops you, “Is there something you know that we dont?”

You shook your head, “No.” 

“You wouldn’t lie to us, would you?” Dean asks, skeptical. 

“Fuck you, Dean.” Looking between the two, “I’m going to get ready.” 

~ 

Sam and Dean made sure you were packing heat underneath your dress. Mostly wooden bullet filled guns and a couple wooden stakes in case you were to run into a vampire. How were you supposed to walk in there and not be spotted by Elijah? it was his family’s party and he’d be expecting you, looking for you in the crowd. 

You knew as soon as Sam and Dean laid eyes on one of the Mikaelson’s, they’d be dead. Oh god, what did you get yourself into? 

You followed behind the two brothers, sick to your stomach. You just had a feeling this night wouldn’t end well. “Should we get a drink first?” You suggested. 

Dean nods, “I could use a drink.” He lead the two of you toward the bar and was preoccupied by ordering, giving you time to look over the place. You spotted him instantly at the balcony above the courtyard. He hadn’t noticed you just yet. 

“Going to find a bathroom.” you said to Sam, who gave a nod, “Be careful.” His attention was then back toward the bar.

You quickly slipped through the crowd, looking back up where you’d spotted Elijah. He was already looking down at you with a smile. You returned the smile and headed up the stairs toward him. 

“You look stunning.” He compliments, leaning in for a kiss, but you’ve grabbed his arm and lead him toward his bedroom, “This morning wasn’t enough for you?” 

“We need to talk.” You quickly turned around to shut the french doors behind you. “I don’t have time but you and your family are in trouble.” 

“In trouble? What the hell is going on?” 

You glanced back at the door, Sam and Dean would be looking for you soon, “Elijah..” 

“Tell me why my family is in trouble.” He growled, becoming protective of his family and taking a step toward you. 

“I’m not who you think I am.” 

“Then tell me who you are.” He didn’t know if he could harm you if it came down to it. His heart was yours and the thought of harming you in anyway, made him sick. “I told you earlier, you can tell me anything, my love.” He gently caresses your cheek with his knuckles, “Who are you?” 

Your eyes became glossy as you stared up at him, “We.. me and my brothers are hunters. We hunt the supernatural and we got word of vampires taking over the French Quarter. The night we met, I was going to kill you but you showed such.. such a different side of what I thought vampires were. You showed me compassion and kindness.” You let out a soft sob, “I fell for you, Elijah and I couldn’t do it. I’ve tried to push them in the opposite direction from you and your family, but they saw the poster and they’re here.” 

He couldn’t help but grow angry at what you’d just told him. You lied to him, betrayed him. “you lied to me.” He took a step away from you. 

“Elijah please.. I wanted to tell you.” You begged, “I wanted to tell you so many times but I just didn’t know how.” 

“You betrayed me. Me and my family. We opened our home to you! We trusted you.” 

“Elijah, please. You have to know keeping you and your family safe was my main priority. I’ve kept them in the opposite direction so they wouldn’t find you. I’ve been feeding them the wrong information for weeks.” 

“Why not tell me the truth? Why lie to me?” 

“Because if you knew the truth you would have killed them.. or killed me. I couldn’t risk my family getting hurt either. But I wanted to protect both your family and mine.”

“So they are here now to kill my family? You brought them here?” 

You shook your head, “I would never. They saw the posters Rebekah put up this morning about the party.” 

“I wish you would have told me the truth sooner.” Pulling out the phone he starts to dial Klaus’ number to warn him. 

“Elijah I’m so sorry.” You let out a soft sob and hung your head. 

“Shh shh..” He gathers you in his free arm. He could see the hurt on your face and deep down he knew if you’d wanted to kill him, you’d done it already. “It’s alright.” He kisses the top of your head. 

“Niklaus-” He started but was interrupted as Sam and Dean bursted into the room, guns drawn, “get away from her!” 

Elijah went into protective mode, pushing your body behind is. 

“No-” You tried to interject, but it was too late. Sam pulled the trigger and the wooden bullet went straight through Elijah’s heart. You watched as he landed on his back with a thump, his body going grey with death.  

“No!” You cried out, “No! What did you do?!” You dropped to your knees next to Elijah, “No No no..” You gripped his hand in yours, laying your head on his chest and sobbed. This is what you’d tried to protect him from but you’d failed. You failed him. 

“Get away from him, y/n!” Dean ordered. 

“What the hell are you doing!” Sam went to grab you by the arms but you shook him off, falling back at Elijah’s side, “You killed him!” 

“Yeah I did!” Sam yells back, “That was the damn plan!” 

“What the hell is your problem?” Dean asks, reaching for you. 

“Don’t fucking touch me!” Your hands gripped Elijah’s shirt, your head going to his chest, “I’m so sorry.. I’m so sorry Elijah.” 

Dean and Sam had no idea what was going on and were confused with your outburst. Why were you crying over this mans, not man but vampire’s body? You’d think they’d killed the love of your life. 

“Oh my god.” Sam is the first to realize it, but Dean lags behind, “What?” 

Elijah gasps as he comes back to life, your name the first thing on his lips, “y/n” 

Your hands went to his face as the grey disappeared, “oh Elijah.. what is.. you’re alive?” Your hand went to his heart. The wound was still opened. 

He growls in pain as he pulls the bullet from his chest, examining it, “It’s not white oak.” Tossing it away from him, the wound healing, “You can’t kill an original vampire without white oak.” 

Sam and Dean are flabbergasted, that was not in any of their books. “You’re alive.” You sobbed, wrapping your arms around him, “I thought I lost you.” 

“Shh.. it’s alright my love.” He wipes a tear from your cheek, “I’m alright.” 

“What in the hell is going on?” Dean is still not caught up. 

“You’ve been screwing with our investigation this whole time, haven’t you?” Sam asked as he put the gun back in his holster, “Leading us in the wrong direction?” 

Elijah slowly pulled himself off the ground and helped you to your feet, “I love him, Sam.” 

“you gotta be fucking kidding me.” Dean growls, “you in love with a vampire?!” 

You flinched at his outburst. Elijah’s arm protectively wraps around you, “He’s been nothing but compassionate and kind.. He’s not like the stories dad would tell you. He’s a good man and yeah I love him.” 

Dean starts toward you but Sam grabs him by the shoulder, “Don’t Dean.” 

“You’re not on her side.” Dean looks at Sam in disbelief, “You can’t be okay with our little sister being in love with a vampire!” 

“She loves him, Dean, what the hell are we supposed to do?! We kill him, she’d never forgive us.” Sam looks at Elijah, “You love her?” 

Elijah looks down at you with such admiration and wipes a stray tear from your cheek, “With everything I have.” 

Sam takes a step toward Elijah, giving him a warning point of his finger, “If.. If one hair on her head is ever injured because of you, mark my words, the next bullet that goes through you will not be wood. It will be white oak.” 

Dean can’t believe his eyes. His little sister in love with an original vampire and his brother just going along with it. Saying it’s okay. Deep down he knew Sam was right; if they were to kill him, you’d never forgive them and they would lose another family member. You and Sam were all Dean had left and he couldn’t lose either of you. He steps up beside Sam, “That warning comes from me too.” That was his way of giving you his approval. 

Stepping away you gather Dean in a hug. His body stiffens at the affection but he returns the hug, “Thank you.” 

“I’ll kill him y/n. I’ll kill him if he hurts you.” He whispers to you. 

You nodded, “I know.” You give him a soft smile and then turn to Sam, giving him a hug. 

“We’re going to head back to Kansas. I assume you’re staying here?” Sam asks. 

You nod and return to Elijah’s side, “I’m staying here.” 

Elijah holds his hand out toward Sam, “If you two ever need help on a hunt, I’m willing to lend a hand.” 

“We won’t need it.” Dean grumbles as Sam shakes his hand and thanks him for the offer. 

Dean doesn’t shake his hand right away and Sam nudges him, “Fine, whatever.” He huffs with a shake of Elijah’s hand. 

Sam and Dean returned to Kansas to find another case while you stayed with Elijah in New Orleans. It felt like a cloud had been lifted from your shoulders. No more lying to Elijah or your brothers; Everything was out in the open and you’d had their approval which made it even better. 

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[daisyfics]

How do you think Kirumi, Miu, Kokichi, Kaito, and Shuichi would react to a reader that goes insane? Like, insane as in psychopathic but not killer psychopathic and they keep talking about a potion that can make it all better?

Hi! I’m very sorry but I dont write for Miu and Kirumi (sorry, I just don’t like them enough to write for them!) but I can make an exception for Kaito! Thanks for requesting and I hope you understand! (Also, it was easier for me to write if the reader is already insane so I’m sorry if that bothers you!)

*After getting a warning from someone about how it is stereotypical to call someone a psychopath with this sort of behavior, I changed it to be sadistic on behalf of their request. I’m not sure if I got everything but thanks for the warning!

🟪🟨(?) Kokichi, Kaito, Shuichi reacting to sadistic reader

Pairings: Kokichi x reader, Kaito x reader, Shuichi x reader

A/n: please read tag rules before continuing! Thanks! Also I made it so reader is in a relationship with some characters because it would be better for the plot

Kokichi:

•He doesn’t really care that you’re sadistic. Like, he already has some sadistic traits so he’s sort of immune to that kind of behavior

•But if you’re beginning to go mad, talking nonsense and all, then he would start to get a bit of annoyed mixed with worry

•Sometimes when a body is discovered he would look over at you to just see you staring at the body while others are tearing up, making it seem like your the culprit

•This also lead to, in many class trials, you almost being voted out even though you didn’t kill anyone. Of course he still was on your side, but he couldn’t help but think that you were maybe the culprit after all…

•You both had visited the science lab area once, and got a “lecture” on different poisons from Maki

•Then you began talking about how you wanted to drink the poison, saying it would make your troubles go away, making Kokichi think that you were depressed

•He had asked you about it later, but then remembered that you were the embodiment of insanity so he just shrugged it off

•But he’s still worried about you (sort of) :(

Shuichi:

•Yeah, he would do his best to stay away from you basically the whole killing game

•But when you both actually communicated for the first time, he was like “this person ain’t even a danger to me, what could go wrong?”

•…

•Since he didn’t have Kaede anymore, you were pretty much the only person he had left, meaning you should get used to being by his side

•Since he’s almost always with you, he always attests for you in trials

•Unless, of course, evidence is suspiciously pointing towards you…

•Other than that, he sometimes gets a bit scared from your bursts of demonic laughter and nonsense, so just be careful when he’s around because :( he don’t wanna deal with that

•He’s used to you and Kokichi’s lies already, so don’t expect to trick him by yourself. Sometimes you’d get Kokichi to help you trick him so he would have to believe your lies

•He always checks up on you tho, like “Are you mentally stable rn? Do you have any triggers? I’ll always stay by your side, even if you’re a possible murderer <3”

Kaito:

•Haha

•This fool

•Is HELLA scared of you

•He tries to act tough a lot when you’re around, half because he likes you (shh) and the other half because he doesn’t want you to think he’s an easy target

•But dude

•When you aren’t there, he would start talking SHIT behind your back

•Nothing bad, just talking about how scary you are

•“F/n… they’re gonna kill me one day, man… I’m supposed to be manly but I’m afraid that they’re gonna kill me in my sleep (•—•,)”

•Though he’s scared of you (kinda), he really does like you! Like Shuichi, he sticks up for you in class trials unless your basically the only one you could’ve killed the victim… then that’s when he’s truly scared of you

•After the culprit was caught, but all evidence pointed to you, he would keep his distance until you’re safe again

•I mean, you’re that suspicious so he doesn’t want to be a victim

•Just don’t act weird because that ain’t cool

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[fanfic-cave]

Abandoned

Rating: SFW/PG-13 (although theres kissing and stuff if you dont want to read that in public)

Word Count: 2.2k

Pairing: Hunter x Fem Jedi!OC

Warnings: Angst, fighting and arguing, talks about order 66/jedi being killed, making out it gets a little heated ya’ll

Summary: Hunter has discovered Sera's intentions to abandon the team and leave. The have an argument, amongst other things. Does she stay, or will she leave the bad batch for good?

Authors note: More OC stuff, I just get scenes in my head and I have to write them out. This is the furthest ahead ive gotten in the story I think. I have ideas of other things (which kinda get hinted at here), but im not sure how exactly I want to accomplish them.

Be sure to check out my post and put in your 2 cents on what I should write next!

Tags: @mangoberry99

You walked into the small, dark room, with Hunter right on your heels. He was definitely mad at you.

You tightened the mask on your face, and kept your hood up. Hunter switched the lights on and shut the door. “You were going to leave?” Hunters voice was raised, practically growling. He whipped around to look at you, his eyebrows arched and nostrils flaring. Yup. Pissed.

“I don’t expect you to understand.” You folded your arms defensively. “Just cause you’re a Jedi?” Hunter spoke loudly. “You owe us an explanation.” Somehow you thought Hunter really meant that you owed him an explanation.

You turned your face away, saying nothing. You didn’t feel obliged to share anything, you just wanted to retreat and hide like you always had. Hunters mouth turned down into a frown, and you could tell he was getting more upset. “I hate to break it to you, but being a Jedi doesn’t make you more special or different than the rest of us-"

“Hold on a damn minute-" you interjected, uncrossing your arms.

“And you don’t get to shut us out just because you are one.” He spat it out and you felt your face heat up with anger. “You were going to go without saying goodbye, Sera. You realized how messed up that is?” He was yelling now.

“I told you, you wouldn’t understand!” You yelled back. Your hands balled up into fists.

“No, I don’t! How could you befriend us, gain our trust, and just leave? Omega-"

“Don’t.” you interrupted before he could finish. Your voice had lowered in pitch, but it was loud and it echoed around the room. “Don’t bring her into this.” You were doing this to protect them, especially her. You didn’t want him to guilt trip you by using her.

“It would’ve destroyed her. You can’t face that? That you were going to abandon her?”

“You have no right-!” You turned to face him, pointing a finger at him and walking up to him.

“Take that damn thing off.” Hunter said. You froze. You knew he was referring to the mask. He stared at you with a hard look on his face, still fuming with anger. “I said take it off.” He ordered.

You yanked it off and threw it at his feet, hoping to hit his foot. He easily moved his left foot to avoid getting hit. “Happy?” You threw up your hands as you said it, venom laced in your tone. Your mask felt like your defense, a protection. You felt safe with it, and you had worn it since abandoning the clone wars and the Jedi order. You felt too vulnerable and exposed without it right now.

“Don’t lecture me, I know what I was doing, and I-" your voice cracked. You took a step back and took a breath. “I thought it was better than the alternative.” Your voice was quieter now. You looked down, then you turned around, your back to him. You didn’t want to see him, to face him. You placed your hands on the table in front of you, leaning forward and taking slow deep breaths.

“How would that be better?” Hunter's voice was lower in volume, matching yours. He seemed upset, but not angry anymore. He sounded hurt, or maybe sad.

You finished another deep breath. “The Jedi are being hunted down. I can only hide for so long.” Your voice was much quieter now, barely above a whisper. You felt weight on your chest as you said it. You crossed your arms and hugged yourself, trying to squeeze away the tight feeling in your chest. Once you started, you couldn’t stop. “I could feel it when the Jedi were killed, Hunter. Thousands of voices being silenced. And now, I can feel it.” Hunter waited for you to finish. “The Empire knows there are hidden Jedi across the galaxy, and they’re going to come and find us.”

You turned to face him, tears in your eyes. Hunter looked worried as he listened to you, watching your movements. “If you’re with me, you could all be killed.” You choked out the last part, the tears coming out. You covered your mouth with your hands, trying to hold in the cries that escaped your mouth.

You squeezed your eyes tight and couldn’t see, but you felt arms wrapped around your shoulders and pulled you in. You received the hug and wrapped your arms around Hunters torso, then buried your face into his chest. You couldn’t keep it in anymore, the sobbing escaping you, ripping through your chest.

“Shh,” Hunter quietly began comforting you. You felt his hand stroking your hair, the other arm squeezing you tight against him. You held onto him as you cried, like holding him would help you hold yourself together.

You stayed there for a minute, quietly sobbing while Hunter stroked your hair and quieted your cries. After a minute had passed, he spoke. “You remember what I told you when we found out you were a Jedi?” He paused and you waited quietly, tears still rolling down your cheeks. “I said we would protect you.” You had stopped sobbing, and you took shaky breaths in and out.

You felt him kiss the top of your head. You pulled away from his chest to look up at him. He wiped the tears out of your eyes with his thumb. “I promise, I won’t let the Empire kill you,” he had grabbed your chin, and looked into your eyes with intensity as he spoke. You smiled at his optimism. Normally you might argue that he couldn’t guarantee that, but he looked so set in his decision. You didn’t think you could persuade him otherwise.

He leaned in to press his forehead against yours, and you met him halfway, enjoying the moment of closeness. You felt like he was grounding you, keeping you here in the moment instead of fearing for the future. “Is this okay?” You felt his breath hit your face as he spoke. It was warm, and he smelled nice. You nodded. He squeezed you around the waist and pulled you in tighter, your hips now touching.

You felt your heart skip a beat. You two had never been quite this affectionate. You had an idea that Hunter might feel something more than friendship towards you. There had been moments, exchanged glances, lingering touches. Conversation where you both opened up, and had been vulnerable with each other. You already knew how you felt, but never were quite sure where exactly he stood.

You opened your eyes, and examined his face. You could see details that you couldn’t make out without being this close. The details in his tattoos, the shape of his eyes, of his face, his mouth. You felt yourself become more brave. You tilted your face to the right, your nose skimming past his. His lips were not even an inch away from yours now.

You saw Hunter's eyes open, and he was watching you. You waited, not wanting to advance more without permission. You held eye contact for a moment. He looked at you questioningly, processing what you were doing. You waited for him to pull away or come closer. You quietly froze there, the two of you only breathing and examining each other in your closeness, neither of you sure what would happen. You found yourself getting lost in his brown eyes for that short moment.

Suddenly Hunters lips were against yours, his hand at the back of your neck, fingers reaching into your hair. You breathed in through your nose, and your bodies began to move together. You felt yourself rise up to your toes to reach him, to get closer. Your arms were still wrapped around his torso, and you pulled yourself closer to him, just as his other hand gently pushed you in from the small of your back, trying to close every gap between your bodies.

After a minute, Hunter pulled away to allow yourselves a second to breath. He studied your face, like he was trying to memorize it. “It’s about damn time.” You said between breaths, and he laughed. His eyes seemed to light up with excitement. You reached up to his neck and brought him back in. You felt a burning in your chest as you continued kissing him. You wrapped your fingers around his biceps, and began to push him towards the nearest wall. He let you move him, his arms around your waist, making sure you came right along with him. You went back up on your toes, reaching to kiss him.

Hunters hands shifted away from you, then you felt them grab you underneath your thighs. You were suddenly lifted up, your legs reflexively wrapping around him. You gasped and broke from the kiss, holding onto him to keep yourself from falling.

“I’ve got you.” He spoke confidently, placing one hand on your shoulder as the other fully held you up. Then, he took a few steps and set you down on the table. Your face was now an even height with his. You made a face “You think I’m too short to kiss you?” You huffed out. Hunter smiled and said “You are kinda short-“

“Oh shut up.” You grabbed his shoulders and forcefully brought him back in. You tightened your legs on him, as if trying to lock him in place. He had one hand on your hip, the other touched the back of your shoulder where your bare skin was exposed. It felt like a fire was ignited where his fingertips met your skin. Hunter broke away and planted kisses on your cheek, then he moved to your jaw. You felt yourself reach at his shirt on his back, tempted to start pulling at it. You felt intoxicated by the moment, drinking in the bliss you felt as his kisses moved to your neck.

Wait. How did I get here again?

You released him and pulled away gently as the thought crossed your mind. Hunter stopped and took a step back from you, being sure to give you space if you wanted it. Your legs no longer were wrapped around him, you sat on the table and Hunter stood just a foot away from you. “Did I overstep?” Hunter asked. He watched you carefully, concern written all over his face.

“No, no I loved that Hunter,” you reached your hand out and grabbed his. You gave him a reassuring squeeze. “I’m just trying to process. Weren’t we just fighting?” You looked back up at him. He looked up, trying to recall the events. “Right, and then you were crying-“

“And now we’re kissing.” You laughed and shook your head. “That really escalated huh?” You looked back up to him as you spoke. Hunter was smiling, he looked genuinely happy.

You ran your hand through your hair, your braid now very much messed up. You began to undo it. Hunters smile faded and his eyebrows knitted together.

“What is it?” You asked.

“You won’t leave, right?” He asked, the brooding expression you were all too familiar with was set back onto his face.

“Oh.” Right, I was going to leave. You felt your heart squeeze. “No, I don’t think I will.” You said after thinking. Hunter sighed in relief. “Good.” He approached you again, wrapping his arms around your waist. “I wouldn’t let you anyways.” You raised your eyebrows at him. “Oh, you wouldn’t let me?” Like he could stop me. You kept that thought in your head.

“No.” He spoke firmly. His eyes locked with yours, and he looked determined. “I know the empire is hunting down the last of the Jedi, but we’re not exactly on good terms with them either.” You listened as he spoke.

“I don’t like the thought of you trying to survive on your own. I’ve always had my brothers, and having a squad, or a family, to rely on has gotten us all through it. I want you to rely on us, let us help you.” He put a hand on your cheek as he finished, and leaned in closer to you. He looked almost sad as he said it. You realized if he really cared about you, the thought of you leaving must hurt as much as leaving him would’ve hurt you.

You took a deep breath, then spoke. “Since I left the order, and the war, I’ve always been on my own. Having someone to rely on again has been a bit of an adjustment.” Hunter kept his eyes fixed on you, hand still on your cheek. You moved to put your hand on top of his. “I’m still learning how not to run, and I don’t want to run from you.” You squeezed his hand and looked into his eyes. “Honestly, I think I love you.”

Hunters eyes widened a bit as you said it. You smiled and you could feel yourself blushing. Now, though, you weren’t ashamed.

You saw Hunters eyes move to the door and back to you. Then you heard foot steps and Omega calling for Hunter. “I love you too.” He whispered it, and the door opened.

I know. You mouthed it, then slid off the table to stand next to him. You could practically hear him roll his eyes and you smiled.

I don’t think I could leave now. Not even if I wanted to.

[peterrparrkerr]

Royal au - read on ao3

Tagging: @lokitonypeter @just-things-things @thegreenmetblue @someonepostedart @andacheesyoneliner @bluestarker @lilcoffeecup @useless-fanfictions-for-mcu @tnpt @sarcastich

Reign au!!

*-*

Peter was nervous. He hadn't seen prince Steve in years. Not since they were both children.

He hides the shaking of his hands at his back as he walks towards the castle he once spent his summers in.

It seems smaller and more daunting all at once. Before, he hadn't known about the arranged marriage.

Now he does.

And with an attempted assassination at his back, Peter's only slightly overwhelmed at the prospect of calling this place home.

There's a welcoming party for him. Servents and maids, stable hands and kitchen staff all standing on either side of the gravel pathway that leads to the castle doors.

Peter takes a deep, shaky breath as he sees the king and queen step out. The king looks much older. Deeper wrinkles along the sides of his mouth and eyes, the skin of his cheeks not as plump as before. They sag just enough to be noticeable. And his hair is graying at the temples, thinner than Peter remembered.

"Is that what I have to look forward to, when I am king?" Peter murmured quietly, nerves getting the best of him.

"Of course not," Mj spoke at his side. "King Joseph rules with an iron fist and decite. Not to mention he has lived past two quarters of his life."

"I should hope I live that long," Peter huffed, looking from the king, to the queen. "We should have postponed until after the wedding."

The queen -Sarah- was just as Peter remembered her to be. Short, fair skinned and blond, just like Steve.

"Nonsense," Ned said, giving Peter a small nudge. "The festivities will take your mind off of all that comes with being the future king."

Peter huffs again, but begins making his way towards the royal couple. Mj and Ned are both behind him, on either shoulder.

"Where is the prince?" Ned asked quietly.

"I'm not sure," Peter said, grasping his hands more tightly. It had been so long, he wondered if Steve would even recognize him.

"Is that him?" Mj asked. Peter glances from the king and queen to the left, behind the wall of servents.

Peter blinked, a quiet exhale forced from his parted lips.

"No," Peter shook his head, eyes never leaving the man that made his way towards the welcoming party, taking his spot in the crowd.

"No, that's Tony," Peter breathed. He couldn't believe how Tony had grown.

"The king's bastard?" Ned asked, aghast. "He lives in the castle?

He was no longer the gangly kid with dark hair. No, Tony had grown into his limbs. His dark hair was styled artfully, and he even had facial hair now.

Peter almost stumbled from staring.

"Oh."

Peter pulled his attention from Tony to where Mj was looking, and his eyes widened.

Steve was walking towards them. He had grown too, in ways other than his half brother.

His shoulders were broad, hair even more blond than Peter remembered, and he had grown so tall.

Peter couldn't help the giddy smile that pulled at his lips, and he nearly broke out into a run to reach Steve.

It took everything in him not to, and the two met in the middle.

"I can't believe it," Steve spoke first, looking Peter over. "You've grown."

Peter doesn't know why that makes his cheeks burn. He shakes it off though.

"So have you, your grace," he replies. "Obviously. You didn't look like this ten years ago."

He hears Mj snicker behind him and he inwardly curses. But Steve just smiles.

"You can just call me Steve," he hums.

"I'm Peter."

A smile pulls at Steve's lips. "I remember."

*-*

It takes Peter a couple days to really settle into the new routine and scenery. Mj and Ned usually keep him company in his chambers, though they've been put to work helping out around the castle when their services aren't needed.

Peter feels a little misplaced still. He's used to running through the hallways with Steve, laughing and playing and being with each other from the time they woke up to the time they went to bed.

But Steve is the future king, and he has responsibilities. They speak during meals, and sometimes Peter catches him during the day and they talk -reminiscing about their shared summers.

But for most of the day, Peter is alone. He can't help but feel a sad sort of melancholy for the months before. It just reminds Peter that he's no longer a child.

He's the future king as well, and there's been many attempts on his life since he was young and naive.

"What are you doing out here all alone, Prince?"

Peter jumps, dropping the rocks he had been picking up from around the lake.

He turns to see Tony, the reins of a black horse in his hand as he makes his way over.

Peter blushes, noting his current state of undress. His belt, shoes and stockings are all on the grass, leaving Peter in nothing but a tunic.

His feet are covered in mud, shins wet from walking into the water.

"I, uh," Peter started, brushing his hands off on his tunic, transferring the dirt onto the fabric.

"I was just exploring," he winces. Not something a future king should be doing.

Tony smirks, and Peter's heart skips a beat. He had grown into a fine man.

"I see some things don't change," he says. Peter steps away from the lake and into the grass.

"What does that mean?" Peter asked, bending down to collect his things.

Tony gives a small shrug.

"Only that I remember you used to bring in little rocks and frogs when you were younger," he said. "You always gave the prettiest stones to Steve, and the frogs to me."

"If I remember correctly, you liked frogs," Peter countered, unsure why he felt the need to get defensive.

"I did," Tony agreed. "It is good to know you haven't changed."

"You have," Peter can't help but respond. "You've grown into your legs."

That makes Tony huff a laugh. Peter blushes deep red, cursing at himself and his mouth.

"Will I see you at the wedding?" Peter asked when Tony turned to leave.

Tony smiles and gives a small nod. "It is my half sister's wedding," he said. "Of course I'll be there."

Peter can't help but smile at that, and Tony climbs onto his horse. "I would get back to the castle soon, it'll be getting dark soon."

*-*

The wedding is wonderful, and it does exactly what Ned said it would. Peter forgets all about his troubles as he dances.

At first, he dances with Mj and Ned, but Steve sweeps him off, practically pulling Peter off his feet.

Peter can't help but smile all night. He doesn't know the sister very well, seeing as she had a similar arrangement with her own betrothed. She was visiting her future husband's home in the summer months too.

As the night draws near its close, Mj grabs Peter's hand, a wide grin on her lips as she tugs Peter from the dance floor.

Ned is close behind, the three of them running down the dark halls.

Peter doesn't know where they're going, but he can't help but be relieved at the reprieve from the festivities.

The room Mj takes them to is small and cramped. Hidden behind a curtain. Peter has half the mind to ask Mj how she found it, but before he can, Mj pulls the small painting from the wall.

What lays behind it has Peter's eyes widening. Its the groom and bride, standing in a candle lit room with four other men.

There's a bed and a bath, and its easy for Peter to deduce whats happening.

"We're not allowed to see this," Peter whispered, turning to Mj. The girl rolled her eyes and nudged him.

"Dont you want to know what to expect on your own wedding night with Steve?" She asked.

Peter's already shaky resolve crumbles, and he turns his eyes back to the room, swallowing thickly.

"They have to watch?" Ned asks, on Peter's other side. Peter doesn't take his eyes off of the two newly married as they begin to pull at their clothes, soft and gentle.

Peter feels his cock fill at the sight of the man taking the princess -soon to be queen- to bed.

"They have to watch, to consumate their marriage," Mj whispered back, her eyes also transfixed.

Peter's aching in his tunic, and he can't help the flush to his cheeks, watching as the man pushes in gently, pushing out a breathy moan from the woman.

The three of them watch until the man cums, and Peter almost cums himself at the sight.

"Go, go, go," Mj whispered, quickly hanging the painting back up.

Peter does, rushing from their hiding place and taking to the stairs. He doesn't think he can make it back to his chambers. He may burst if he doesn't find a release.

He takes a right, then a left until he's so deep in the castle that the only people who might stumble upon him are the servents, and they're all busy with the festivities.

Peter gasps desperately as he leans into the wall, lifting his tunic up and pulling at the drawstring of his pants.

He closes his eyes and bites his lips as he finally gets his hand around his throbbing cock. It feels so good, Peter's knees nearly buckle.

He's so close to cumming in his pants, so focused on getting himself there, that he doesn't realize someone's walked in on him until a hand joins his own.

Peter's eyes snap open and he removes his hand, gasping as his eyes settle on Tony.

The man is close, his breath smelling like wine, dark eyes glinting and smirk tugging at his lips.

His hand squeezes around Peter's cock and he can't help but mewl, eyes rolling up into his head and hips pressing closer.

"Tony," Peter whimpered, rolling his hips. He can't help it. He's stupid on the need to orgasm, after watching the groom and bride, thinking about himself and Steve in that same position.

Its too much for Peter to handle.

"Shh," Tony murmurs, stroking Peter as he leans forward. "I'll take care of you, Prince."

Peter kisses Tony when the man's lips land on his. Hes worried he'll crumble to the ground if the wall weren't there for him to lean on.

Tony's facial hair scratches at Peter's mouth, sending shivers of pleasure down his spine.

Tony moves in closer, practically supporting Peter's weight as he snakes his free arm around Peter's waist.

Peter tries to warn him, but all he manages to get out is a desperate keening noise that Tony eats up.

Peter cums hard into his pants and Tony's hand, which slicks up his movements further, drawing more pleasure.

"There you go, Prince," Tony praised against his mouth before moving to his jaw, still stroking Peter through his orgasm. "Thats it."

Peter doesn't know what came over him. He leans back against the wall, trying to catch his breath. Trying to collect his thoughts.

Tony removes his hand, now covered in cum, and smirks down at Peter.

Peter can't help but whimper at him, unsure of what exactly he should be feeling.

Tony grabs Peter gently by the chin, tilting his head up ever so slightly to plant the softest of kisses to Peter's kiss bruised lips.

"Good night, Prince."