#i was really content with where my old blog was and how it stood

[bigothteddies]

any followers of my old blogs, what kind of content do you miss the most?? if you miss any at all?

[dfortrafalgar]

Special Delivery

(Sanji x Fem!Reader- Offscreen)

Sanji reaches out to Zeff for the first time in years.

I wrote this many, many months ago now, and it was the first fic i posted anonymously on AO3. I got a few requests after it was originally posted to write a second part, which I eventually did!

You can read Part 2 here! Original AO3 link

(I figured I should let my blog breathe a little in between the really heavy and emotional Law fic im writing, and what better way to cool down than some sanji fluff <3)

A sharp squawk awoke Red-Leg Zeff from his daze. With a grumpy expression and a low grunt, he peered towards the direction of the sound.

A messenger coo was seated on the railing of the Baratie's upper deck next to where Zeff stood slouched over with his forearms leaning against the wooden support. It cocked its head to the side as if it was deconstructing Zeff's appearance before reaching into its pouch and procuring a parchment envelope. Zeff found it strange. Messenger coos only usually delivered the newspapers or the latest bounty reports, very rarely were they put in charge of personalized letters. It must have been paid off by whoever wanted this delivered.

The gruff man took the parchment from the beak of the bird and watched as it took back off into the air, leaving a few molted white feathers behind in its wake. He looked at the envelope.

All it said on the front, in very elegant handwriting, was "Captain Zeff." He flipped the paper around, revealing a wax stamp holding the opening down, which he peeled off with a calloused thumb.

Tucked neatly inside the envelope was a white piece of paper, tri-folded over itself. Zeff slipped the paper out, unfolding it to reveal the written contents of the letter. The penmanship was impeccable, and the ink was very sleek. He knew immediately it was from Sanji, not many other pirates had handwriting as good as his. He had completely lost track of how many years it had been since the curly-browed boy left with that ragtag group of pirates to sail to the Grand Line, but Zeff had every single one of his bounty posters. He'd never admit it, but they were tacked up on the wall of his sleeping quarters. Every time Sanji's bounty increased, Zeff felt pride swell in his heart.

"How are you doing, you old geezer. It's been a little too long since we've had any contact, so I thought I'd write to you just to see how you've been. You're no slouch, I'm sure you've been keeping up with the world's events over the past however-many years. Do the Marines even bother to keep sending our bounty posters to the Baratie anymore? Well, regardless, I'm sure you can read right through me. I can't deny it, I miss you, old man. I'm happier than I've ever been in my life, and such a huge part of that is thanks to you and the guys back on that old cruiser. Every recipe I try to make, I imagine you screaming in my ear and telling me that it tastes like shit. Some days I really wish I could be back there, but most of the time I'm joyful. Life has been really, really good. A few years ago, I met someone. Last year, we got married, and soon after our lives changed so drastically. She's the most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes on, and she's as sweet as an angel. I mean it, too. I know you'd probably think something along the lines of me playing up my affections again just because she's a pretty woman, but I mean it. You'd love her, Zeff. Living as a pirate is the most stressful thing anyone could ever do, but she makes every day worth it. The crew was discussing the possibility of returning to the East Blue a bit ago, and when we do, I'm going to introduce you to her. I've spent the last years talking all about you, how you taught me everything I know about cooking, and I can tell she's just as excited as I am to finally see you. This letter's gone on long enough and I don't want to use up all of Nami's paper.

-- Sanji"

Zeff felt a lump in the back of his throat. Sanji had grown into such a fine young man, eloquent with his words and his feelings. He knew how big of a deal it was for the boy to be so honest and open. But one thing in the letter caught him off guard. What did he mean by, "Soon after our lives changed drastically."?

Zeff peered into the envelope, where another, smaller envelope was tucked inside. He almost didn't see it. Pulling it out, he held the letter and original envelope in between his fingers while he opened the second. Sanji was thorough with his packaging, that's for sure.

Inside, there were three photographs printed on thin, matted paper. The first was of Sanji and you, the wife he wrote about in his letter, taken by someone else holding the camera. Sanji had his arm around you, holding you against him, and you had your face nuzzled into his neck. His other hand held a cigarette away from the two of you, like he was in the middle of telling a story. The two of you were smiling brighter than the sun, Sanji's eyes completely closed with the motion of laughter, and yours creased, your irises looking up towards him.

The second photo made Zeff's eyes water. A photo of you and Sanji on the deck of the Sunny, exchanging rings. Sanji was wearing a sleek navy blue tuxedo, while you were wearing a gorgeous white ballgown. For pirates, you cleaned up phenomenally. He could just make out tears in Sanji's eyes as the photo displayed you sliding a band onto his finger. A skeleton with poofy hair stood between the two of you, which Zeff found a little odd, but he chuckled at the absurdity of it all.

Zeff flipped to the last photo.

The tears that were welling in his eyes from the previous image finally slid down his cheeks in heavy, salty droplets. His lip quivered.

Sanji sat in a chair, beaming down at a bundle of cloth held gently in his arm. He was crying in this photo as well, and was reaching a finger over the top of the bundle, where a smaller hand was reaching outwards to grab onto it. A small glimpse of blonde hair could be made out from under the cloth securing the baby tightly. On the back of the film, Sanji wrote the birth date and the name of the baby.

Zeff used a sleeve to wipe his blubbering eyes. His lips quivered, but he couldn't help the smile that broke out on his face.

Was he allowed to call himself a grandfather now? He figured it was only appropriate.

[toji-girl]

got you | t. fushiguro

synopsis: Being an assassin means you don't have much time to yourself and that you're a strong person, but how strong are you really when it comes to Toji?

wc: 3.4k

tags: 18+ ONLY content + minors and empty blogs DNI + fem reader + modern au (no curses) + Toji is a politician + blow job + pussy eating + unprotected sex + creampie + fingering + slight dom! Toji + spitting in mouth + cum eating + bondage with his belt + he might be ooc + alcohol but no one is drunk + overstimulation + this is Halloween based (it's my favorite) + talks about murder + hard degradation + any missing tag pretty please lmk, I did edit it but I am human so I might've accidentally forgotten something!!

AN: I posted this on my very first blog which was four years ago give or take and this has been rotting in my docs for such a long time so I cleaned it up and dusted it off!! so if you notice any differences just know it's very old!!

You looked in the mirror adjusting your dress that sported a thigh-high slit along with the lace garter that held a small dagger you were to use on your target, Toji Fushiguro.

After grueling hours reading about him you felt like you knew him well enough to gather his attention, his sadism and arrogance would make this easy for you. You grabbed your tube of lipstick swiping it over your lips to complete the look for the evening. 

Tonight’s the night of some Halloween party that Toji’s friends were throwing a party of the sort so you snagged a date with your co-worker Satoru who walked out of the bathroom wearing a three-piece suit that fit the bill, he looked you up and down slowly with a smile. 

“Toji won’t be able to resist you in that.” He commented adjusting his tie, a sly smile played on your lips as you looked back in the mirror smoothing the dress down and feeling a flutter of butterflies flap in your belly. 

A huge payload was promised if you could actually get the job done, Toji knew that a price tag hung on his head but he’s very cunning and swift on his feet and incredibly smart which drew you to the job in the first place because you’re just the same, if not even better. 

You grabbed the lace masquerade mask and tied it around your head.

“Are you ready Satoru?” He nodded his head and you followed him out of the hotel room towards the elevator where you two rode down, as soon as you stepped into the lobby your senses were on high alert, being an assassin never ended, and neither did living in hotels or unfavorable places to make sure you got your job done. 

He opened the limo door for you so you slid in first followed by Satoru. Thankfully the ride went silent as you thought of your plan on how to seduce him, once you got a few plans mastered you put on a bright smile when you stepped out of the limo. Satoru held your hand while you carefully avoided any pictures being taken of you.

“Why not just sneak through the back?” You asked annoyed with the flashing and loud crowd of people. 

“Because you don’t just sneak into a Ball at the Fushiguro’s,” Satoru said still smiling, you rolled your eyes and then finally reached the top of the stairs where two guards wearing white tuxedos opened the door so two could step in making sure no unfavorable people were trying to sneak in. 

Classical music could be heard from almost every corner and people dressed in all sorts of classy costumes walked around making you pat yourself on the back for not choosing something flashy like them, the last thing you wanted was more than just your target's attention.

Satoru led you further inside until you found him. 

He stood closer to the corner with a glass in his hand, you sucked in a breath not realizing how handsome Toji really is, sure you’d seen pictures of him at a far distance when you stalked him to gather more information but seeing him this close made something deep inside you clench, Satoru took notice and walked towards Toji and the group of men, this isn’t the time to get all flustered and embarrass yourself you thought so you put on a dazzling smile.

“Satoru! How have you been?” Toji asked when we got closer and that’s when you noticed the small dark red devil horns nestled in his dark hair, oh fuck. His teeth shone when he talked and you could see his sharp canines gleaming under the light and that scar held a story you wanted to read. 

“I’ve been doing good, work keeps me busy. And you?” You stopped listening to the conversation and looked around silently then Toji turned his attention to you.

“And what’s your name beautiful?” It took everything inside of you not to roll your eyes, you gave him your name which he repeated. He took one of your hands shooting a bolt of electricity down your arm and straight to the pool of desire, he kissed the back of your hand and smirked at you, his emerald eyes trained on your face.

Pulling your hand away you tucked it behind Satoru and smiled warmly. “I’m going to go get something to drink.” You whispered in his ear, he nodded and you left the group and walked around the dance floor straight to the bar where you got a flute of champagne leaving it in your hands, turning around you watched people slow dance and giggle, clutching the flute harder in your grasp you made conversation with the man next to you so you didn’t seem too suspicious.

Part of your brain listened to the man nodding and responding when it was appropriate and the other part on high alert and that’s when you saw Toji dancing with a woman dressed similar to you, his hand dangerously low on her back.

He whispered something in her making her giggle as she threw her head back. Rolling your eyes you walked around looking for Satoru to see him buried in his mission, he stood next to a gorgeous blonde sweet-talking her so you busied yourself by going back to the bar to grab another flute.

“Might want to take it easy,” Toji said next to you suddenly, looking over you saw the evil grin on his face while he leaned over the bar, he gripped a glass of what’s probably whiskey in his hands, his thumb rubbing the edge.

An image of his thumb rubbing something else popped into your mind.

“It’s not like I’m driving tonight.” You countered taking a sip.

“Well, how about a dance then?” He asked straightening up, he abandoned his glass and held his hand out for you to grab, the pulsing need for him took over your body, but he didn’t let on he knew as he tugged you to the dance floor.

A soft classical song began to play as his hand rested on the small of your back, his other hand held your hand in the air while your other hand rested on the back of his neck, and his soft hair tickled your hand. “I didn’t think a man like you would have music like this.” You said out loud, Toji cocked his head and looked at you.

“A man like me?” He quipped. 

“You know, political. Usually, those types get caught with their hands in the cookie jar so to say, so something this beautiful to be played in unheard of.” You replied with a snarky smile. 

“A cookie jar, huh? I usually prefer,” He leaned closer and whispered in your ear, “a skirt, or a dress. It doesn’t matter to me.” He pulled away gauging your reaction which disappointed him a bit.

“Also, classical music is said to be the perfect genre to commit murder, and what’s better to have a murder on Halloween?” He raised an eyebrow and that’s when you realized that he had moved you two closer to the edge of the dance floor, just as the crescendo sounded he pulled your leg up, holding it against his waist, and he let go of your hand, then he grabbed the back of your thigh, once he felt the small dagger he clicked his tongue.

“What a sad attempt but let’s make a deal.” He mused grinning. 

Those devil horns suited him.

“A deal?”

You couldn’t believe you were caught, a wave of disappointment and anger washed over you, all the training and recon had failed.

“You come to my room and I won’t kill you.” He offered with a smile. 

A laugh bubbled from your lips, “Are you serious Fushiguro? Now that you know I’m here to kill you is that where you really want to go?”

“Yes, and I know it’s where you want to go as well. As soon as I saw you I could almost smell your arousal, that sweet scent settled over me. Think of it as bloodlust but remove the blood, unless that’s something you're into?”

“Cocky for a man who’s about to die.” You shot back, he let go of your leg and turned to a hallway close to where you two stood.

“Mhm?” He nodded his head, looking around the room you followed him down the hall, your high heels clicking against the marble floor. After passing a few doors he stopped abruptly and opened the door to reveal a large bedroom, he walked in and you followed.

As soon as he shut the door he removed his jacket, “In exchange for your life you’ll let me have you for the night, sound good?” He asked while unbuttoning the cuffs on his wrists to roll the white sleeve to his elbows which only made him ten times more attractive, he looked at you like a lion, and you were the antelope.

Lust flared up licking your body as you shed your mission of the night all though you knew what was to come but you wanted this just as bad as Toji did as well, you’re one of the most beautiful women he’s ever seen.

“Just for one night?” You asked looking around the room as Toji nodded.

After the agreement you wasted no time closing the distance between you, his arms wrapped around your back while yours went around his neck, his lips met yours hungrily, nothing about this was romantic or sweet and it wasn’t like you wanted to make love with him. 

You opened your mouth fully expecting to meet Toji’s tongue but instead, you felt his lips still pressed together. You pulled away seeing your lipstick smeared against his mouth, a deep dark red staining his pale flesh. 

His thumb jerked against your bottom lip, “What a pretty color. I want to see it around my dick.” His voice was laced with a husky drawl. 

His vulgar words sent another bolt of hunger through you, and without a second thought you sunk to your knees on the hard floor, Toji stood over six feet so he craned his head to watch as you undid his belt, then unbuttoned and unzipped his slacks, pulling them down to his knees watching as you palmed his erection, his cock long and thick, when he jerked his boxers down your eyes and mouth went slack.

“Be careful, with an open mouth like that you might attract flies.” He teased, opening your mouth more you sucked in the engorged head and licked, at first you focused on the tip but soon his entire length disappeared in your mouth, his moans rang heavenly in your ear as you pulled back but his hands grabbed a fistful of your hair ultimately ruining the style you worked on and removing your masquerade mask but at this point, you didn’t care.

With a thrust of his hips, you were swallowing him whole making you begin to gag and try to breathe, “Through your nose.” Toji commented watching you struggle, you inhaled and exhaled against his skin as his sack rested against your throat.

“Good girl.” He praised in a sweet voice, your head began to bob up and down but it wasn’t fast enough for Toji so he stopped you and started to throat fuck you, tears mixed with mascara streamed down your face giving Toji a sick satisfaction so much that his breathy moans kicked up a notch and so did his words.

“Such a good little cock sucker.”

Wet gagging reverberated throughout the room as you deep-throated him nuzzling your nose in the curly hair surrounding the base of his cock that hit the back of your throat leaving a bulge straining against the flesh. 

You worked your mouth over him kissing down the length of him before kissing his heavy and swollen sack that throbbed as you rolled it between your hands gently while sucking the swollen tip sultry. 

Between the warm tight confine of your throat and the tears, he felt his orgasm coming hot and ready, and his cum spewing in your mouth, just as you were about to swallow he withdrew from you.

“Open.” Opening your mouth he smiled seeing his cum on your tongue, leaning down he spit in your mouth which only amped his satisfaction up by a few more notches.

“Swallow like the little cum slut you are.”

With no choice, you swallowed and it wasn’t like he was wrong. 

He pulled you away by your hair and helped you up to your feet quickly. 

You wiped your swollen lips, Toji watched in primal interest, “Now it’s my turn to taste that sweet cunt.” He looked at the bed, turning around you walked over to it and sat down on the edge letting him push you on your back and sink to his knees where he opened your legs then he inhaled deeply and growled.

His fingers hooked in your panties and tore them from your body drawing a protest from your lips.

“Ah, ah, ah. Remember that you’re mine for the night.” Toji reminded you when you sat up ready to chastise him for doing so. 

He was quick to bury his nose against your cunt, his tongue darted out licking a wide stripe over you. He hooked his arms under and over your thighs pulling you closer to the edge, his expert tongue found your clit teasing and sucking, and the warmth spread over you like a blanket.

“Toji!” You whined, hearing his name spill from your pretty mouth made his cock stiffen again, to him you were the sweetest fruit he’s ever tasted before and he wanted more so he thrust two fingers inside, and instantly your walls sucked him in deeper.

You moaned feeling your orgasm about to rip you apart, with the final thrust of his fingers you came on his tongue which only served to embarrass you more coming so soon and Toji couldn’t get enough so he kept lapping at you.

“Wait-Oh God-I’m too sensitive!” You cried but it fell on deaf ears as Toji circled your swollen clit, his fingers found your g-spot and rubbed bringing you yet again to another earth-shattering climax.

Sure you’ve had plenty of orgasms with other partners and yourself but being with Toji filled a hole in you that you never knew you needed, he brought two eye-crossing orgasms to you in less than three minutes. He tasted you again, his cock so stiff that it hurt, it began to throb and leak pre-cum all over his floor.

“One more time, yeah? Cum for me again and I’ll fuck that stupid sweet little hole of yours.” Toji said, to you, it almost sounded like he was begging to taste you again so you opened your legs further apart, the overstimulation began to blur the line between pain and pleasure while he brought you to your third orgasm.

A scream tore from your throat and your toes curled, Toji pulled away and licked his lips cleaning the remains of your cum. “Scoot back,” He demanded roughly.

He laid on top of you using his hands on either side of your head to hold his weight up, a split second later he thrust his cock inside of you.

A moan spilled from his lips, he’s been with other women but something about you brought him to the edge, your body responded to his so well and you’re so tight that he had to pull out and ease back in, using one hand he ripped the front of your dress down freeing both breasts with a deep grunt, even your tits are perfect to him.

He palmed the supple flesh and leaned down to suck your nipple in his warm wet mouth, he had to break the eye contact otherwise he’d want to keep you here a lot longer than one night. His pace switched between fast and slow stoking the fire deep in both of your bellies, his hair tickled you while he moaned against your breast, slick flesh slapping against flesh, and loud moans drowned out the music that poured from under the door, pants and heavy breathing roared in your ear.

“You feel so fucking good.” He muttered.

“You’re my little-damn it-slut, huh?”

“I’m going to fuck you stupid.”

He gasped when your walls contracted around his cock. 

“Yes, that’s it. You feel fanfuckingtastic.”

He panted in your ear, you gripped his shoulders and felt your fourth orgasm rise, both of you grunted as you creamed around his cock leaving a creamy ring that twitched finally as he came, seeing stars behind his eyelids filling you to the brim with hot thick cum. 

“Fuck,” He panted but he wasn’t done. He pulled out of you watching the pearly essence drip from you in globs that stained his silk sheets. 

“Hands and knees.” He demanded. 

“My dress.” You replied because you didn’t want to ruin it, he got off the bed and began to tug the fabric off tearing it at the seams.

“Toji!” You cried angrily.

“I’ll buy you a new one.” He grunted, he took his white button-up off leaving both of you naked, as he stared down at your body and he couldn’t stop the words that spilled from his mouth. 

“You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, damn.” His compliment made your cheeks flush with a heat and your hands went to cover your breasts.

“No, don’t,” 

He wasn’t one to give out compliments but with you, something inside him snapped turning him into a different person. 

You watch him walk over to his pants and grabbed his belt, once you got in the position he got behind you. He fisted his cock and ran it up and down your slit gathering a mix of yours and his cum, eliciting a moan from you as you tried to push back against him. 

“Lay down and put your hands behind your back.” Following his instructions, you lay face down and put your arms behind your back. Toji wrapped his belt around your wrists making makeshift handcuffs, he pulled back and thrust inside of you. 

Both of you cried out in pure bliss.

“You’re such a good girl taking me like this and listening to me.” He grunted fucking you with no mercy.

With his free hand, he stuffed two fingers in your mouth which you began to suck on, swirling your tongue around his digits. “Drooling for me to just fuck you stupid, huh?” He asked, you could only moan your answer at this point because he’s bringing his word true, he’s fucking you stupid.

His hips slammed against your ass, he leaned down to cover your back with his chest, his teeth grazed your shoulder and you felt his sharp canines sink into the soft flesh. “Cum with me.” He softly demanded.

Your fifth orgasm pulled Toji into his third one of the night, “Toji!” You mumbled against the soft blanket.

“Yes, pet?” He cooed shocking both you and him.

“I don’t know if I can handle any more.” You confessed, Toji quickly pulled out and removed his makeshift handcuffs.

Helping you up from the bed he walked to the large bathroom inside his room with you under his arm, he sat you on the edge of the tub as he turned on the warm water.

Once it was filled he added a few drops of oil, while it seemed mundane he’d never done this for any woman in his life, he looked over at you and your smeared makeup.

Dipping a small washcloth in the warm water he began to remove the caked makeup from your face, your eyes met his feeling your heart flutter.

He climbed in first and had you sit between his legs while he washed and massaged you, “I have never had so many orgasms in one night, much less that intense.” You admitted, Toji smiled to himself and kissed your shoulder.

“After this what do you say you stay the night?” He asked hopeful, he wanted to wrap you in his arms. Again, something he refused to do with other women but after being with you he wanted it so bad, craved it.

“Only if I can have the right side of the bed.” You said making him chuckle.

“Of course.” He replied with another kiss. 

[venus-maneater]

a loyal dog’s reward. | yan! criston cole

soft yandere / obsessed au

fem! targaryen princess reader

synopsis. the knight’s death wasn’t convenient, but at least now you knew the lengths Ser Criston was willing to go for you.

part ii.

note; this is an au where rhaenyra/criston never happened ! he is reader’s sworn shield. reader is written with targaryen features and is kind of a sick and twisted brat (we stan). ALL CONTENT ON MY BLOG IS FICTIONAL.

WARNING(s): possessive/obsessive tendencies, violence, minor character death, unhealthy relationship dynamics, manipulation, age gap (reader is 19, criston is around 27), references to size difference, reader knows abt his tendencies and takes advantage of them, nsfw content but not full smut, allusions/references to sex, subby criston cole, dom-ish reader, praise-kink??, breeding kink??, mocking, usage of “dog”

“I know how you think of me.”

Do you really? Do you know how much he thinks of you, how he craves you? How he wants nothing more than to steal you away so no one else can ever see you again except him? He wants you to be his, only his. That’s all he wants.

“You can’t get me out of your head, can you, Ser Criston?”

He knows you emphasized his title on purpose; he was a member of the Kingsguard lusting after the Princess, and yet he couldn’t feel any guilt from behind the overwhelming desire he has for you. It’s not just lust, it’s so much more than lust. He wants you; mind, body, and soul. He wants you to look at him the way he looks at you. He wants to grow old with you and fill you up with babies. Babies that will have his dark hair and your violet eyes, or maybe even the opposite.

“You would do anything for me?”

Yes, gods yes he would. Ask for anything and its yours. Please, please, please ask something of him.

You’d noticed his peculiar behavior months ago, but you suppose it hadn’t gone far enough for you to say anything about it until now. You noticed how his eyes never left your figure if you were in the room, how he stiffened when you stood even remotely near another man, how he followed you around like a lost puppy. It was endearing at first, but tonight he had killed someone for you. Not only that, but he did it violently and in public. In all fairness, the hedge Knight was creepy and invasive, you didn’t like him. But Criston was a member of the Kingsguard, he couldn’t go around killing people just because he wanted to.

There was a tourney to celebrate your older sister Rhaenyra’s first pregnancy. She was married to Laenor around 6 months ago, so most of the family found it pleasant that she was already pregnant. Though, you knew it wasn’t Ser Laenor who was the father (or at least you assumed it wasn’t). You were rather close with your sister and her husband; you knew well what they got up to and what they didn’t. All was well for you, you found Ser Harwin to be a lovely friend.

Although Criston Cole was your sworn shield, you insisted he enter the tourney for the entertainment. Many had entered from all over Westeros, and your shield had always succeeded in physical competitions in the past.

“I’d just like to see you win.” You told him, batting your eyes. He was quick to obey your request at that.

Ser Criston received your favor right before his first round, and won the tournament just as you knew he would. A hedge knight from the Reach came in second place to your shield. He seemed nice enough and was a rather good sport about losing, but frankly he was annoying. He wouldn’t stop following Criston around, which eventually lead to him introducing himself to you as Tion Gracefeld. His presence didn’t bother you at first, but you could clearly tell how much Criston hated it.

After the event ended, there was celebration all throughout King’s Landing, so there was a bit of chaos on the short journey back to the Red Keep. Tion took advantage of this, trying to get closer to you. Of course, Criston was there to push him back each time, telling him “please give the princess some space” through gritted teeth.

His jealousy was a bit cute to you, so you let Ser Tion continue with his behavior. It wasn’t such a bother, but as you approached the castle, his words became less playful and more… sexual. Foul, even.

You couldn’t remember exactly what happened for certain, the violence was too quick, but you knew that he grabbed your arm before Ser Criston murdered him for it. The Dornish Kingsguard grabbed Tion, pulling him from you and throwing him to the ground. You were sure the beating was bad, considering it was enough for him to die from his injuries, but you refused to look.

Criston was eventually pulled off the man after a couple minutes, and now here he was. Sitting on the edge of your bed in front of you, hands and armor splattered in blood.

“Look at me.” You told him. You had to give him some credit, he listens to you so well, “Why did you do it? What made you angry enough to kill him?”

You could hear his breath hitch in his throat as you stepped closer, only to stop directly in front of him.

He took in a quick breath before answering, looking up at you with frustrated eyes, “He was talking to you like- like you were some… whore. There was no respect. He was trying— to touch you. I’m your sworn protector, Princess, I was only doing my job.”

He didn’t want you to know about his sick obsession with you, trying to hide it using his position as an excuse for his behavior. Unfortunately for him, it was incredibly obvious. You could tell how angry he still was from the interaction; his hands shaking, chest heaving, and jaw clenched.

“You know,” You started, looking down into Criston’s eyes and leaning closer to his face, “I didn’t really like the guy, myself. But you’ve gotten me into quite the situation. You should be charged for your crimes, I’m afraid.”

Even seated, he was so close to your height that you didn’t have to lean down much to meet at eye-level.

“I’m sorry, my Princess” was all that left him, drunk on the lack of space between you.

“That’s all you have to say?” You whispered, your breath hitting his lips. His pupils were blown impossibly wide, making you smile. As disturbing as this whole thing was, he was almost too attractive for you to care. Almost.

“I don’t want to be taken from you.” He whispered. He didn’t care that he killed someone, he wasn’t sorry, he just didn’t want to be forced to leave you. Tion deserved his wrath; he got too close to you.

You smiled slightly, standing back up to your full height. Using your knee, you pushed the man’s legs apart so you could stand between them. Your hands moved from your sides to his chest, “You won’t. I’ll fix it for you, I truly don’t mind. My father will believe me when I tell him Ser Tion was harassing me, and that you just stepped in to defend my honor.”

Criston gulped, taking in a deep breath to surround himself in your scent. He didn’t say a word.

Your hands slowly creeped up to his shoulders, then into his hair, “Do you ever think about kissing me, Ser Criston?”

His eyelids dropped slightly, the euphoria of your hands running through his locks reaching him.

“As your Princess, you’re sworn to tell me the truth.”

“Yes.” He closed his eyes, “Please, Princess. I am soiled with blood, I don’t want it touching you.”

“No? Then perhaps you should’ve exercised more self-control.” You quipped. Deciding to make things more difficult, you climbed into his lap, your knees on either side of his thighs. There was a lot less blood on his legs than on his chest or arms, but you could still feel a bit of it seeping into the gentle fabric of your silk dress. Good thing you were wearing red.

His eyes squeezed shut even tighter. Self-control you had said. Was this a test? Did you want him to sit still? Then he would. His bloodied hands were balled up in fists beside him.

“You defend me fiercely,” You said. “kind of like a dog, don’t you think.”

It wasn’t a real question, he knew you were just mocking him for his behavior. You knew about him. You know how sick he is for you.

“My fierce dog,” You grinned, “protecting me from any man that speaks his filthy words to me.”

You were perfect, so perfect. His goddess.

“Do you want a reward for your behavior? For protecting me?” You asked. Criston was amusing to you. It was boring at court, having so many people try to flatter themselves into gaining your favor, men trying to marry you for power. But Criston Cole was different; he was genuinely dedicated to you. As a member of the Kingsguard, he had nothing to gain from being with you.

“Reward?” He rasped, his eyes fluttering open, curious. You had never look so pretty as you did in this moment; smiling at him whilst sat atop his lap.

“Yes, a reward. I can give you a kiss, if you’d accept?”

“A kiss?” He questioned, shocked at your proposal.

You giggle at him, moving close enough that your noses are touching, “Is that a ‘no’? Do you not want a kiss from your princess?”

He does. He really does. But how could he dare dishonor you by accepting? A Princess of the realm should not be kissing her guard. Your reputation would be ruined if anyone were to find out.

“Can’t.” He eventually sputtered, his forehead resting against yours.

“And why not? Do you not fantasize about it? What other fantasies do you have?”

His eyes were squeezed shut, but he could hear the smirk in your voice. “I— yes, but Princess….” He cut himself off before he finished, you must save your affections for your future husband.

He held back a snarl; he didn’t want you to have a future husband, at least not one that wasn’t him. But he was not allowed to be married and even if he were, he was not high-born like you. Your father would never approve.

“Answer me, Cole, tell me what you imagine occurring between us.” You were getting frustrated with him, this was supposed to be easy, “Look back up at me properly.”

He did as you said and more; finally letting his urges control him, he pushed his lips to yours. His hands, the blood now beginning to dry and stick, gripped at your waist tightly. You gasped into his mouth, quick to reciprocate with your hands pulling at his dark locks.

“‘Think about marrying you,” he muttered against your lips, “keeping you safe, an’ you thanking me all pretty. So pretty, you’re perfect.”

Placing your hand flat on his chest, you pull away by just an inch, “Thanking you, huh? Is that what you want?”

“‘Just want you to love me. Want you to be mine, just for me. I could— I can give you anything, just ask. We can leave here— and be together—!”

You giggled, “You’re getting too excited, Ser Criston. I’m a princess, you know.”

“There— there are places, my Love,” he let out a shocked huff as you pushed him onto his back, “in Essos, where titles do not matter.”

“Is that so?” You moved up his body before settling on his stomach, which was still covered in tainted armor. “And what would we do there? Build a farm? Have babies?”

“Yes.” A part of him could tell you were only teasing, but it was overshadowed by the part of him yearning for a life with you.

You slowly bent down, your body flush against his, and whispered into his ear, “You want to put a few babies in me?”

Not thinking, he reached up a hand and held the back of your head to keep you in place, “More than a few. They’ll inherit your beauty, my Love.”

“Mmm,” You grabbed his hand and sat back up, “your eyes and my hair?”

“Or the opposite.”

Laughing, you tilted your head back, still gripping his right hand between yours. Your laugh eventually subsided with a happy sigh, and you looked back at him. You had so much power over the big man laying happily beneath you, it was funny. He was staring at you obediently, waiting for you to say or do something. Slowly, you slid the black glove off his fingers and pulled his hand up to your lips. He watched as you placed soft kiss to each of his bruised knuckles. His hand was so large beside your features.

“I’m quite fond of you. What should I do if my father refuses to see reason and executes you for your crimes?” It wouldn’t happen, you both knew. But he was happy to entertain your questions, just so long as you were talking to him and touching him.

“I would only ask that I’d be buried where you can visit. I do not desire to be far from you, even in death.” His hand gripped yours tightly at that.

As morbid as the conversation was getting, Criston had never felt so good. You were truly seeing him in this moment, and you didn’t even mind his sickness. You weren’t afraid, you liked it, even. You liked that he would so easily kill for you and how he’d die for you without issue just as long as you would keep him in death.

You hummed in satisfaction, “You’re giving me very good answers, are you sure you aren’t trying to trick me?”

“I would never deceive you.” He sat up, suddenly serious. His quick movements shook you physically, but you didn’t seem surprised. In order to hold on and keep from falling as you slid back down to his lap, one of your arms wrapped its way around his neck.

You snickered at his reaction, placing a short kiss to his lips, “‘Was only a jest. I know you would never do such a thing. You would never upset me, would you?”

“No.” He whispered, kissing from your lips, down to your jaw softly, “I love you.”

“How much?” You breathed, your eyes fluttering shut.

“More than anything— anyone.” He kept going, sure to reach every bit of open space he could, “You are the very center of my existence, nothing else matters. You’re everything to me. I want you like this forever.”

“Forever? No matter what I do to you?”

His mouth was now below your ear, gently sucking a mark into your skin, “You can do no wrong, my Love, everything you bring me is a gift.”

There were droplets of red still on his face and neck from the blood splatter, but you didn’t mind. Neither of you seemed to care any longer about the gore; the way your red dress was now soaked in it from touching his armor.

You still hadn’t yet released his right hand, and he never dared to pull away. Humming from the pleasure, you slowly brought his hand to rest on your thigh. He immediately adjusted himself so that his fingertips were digging into the soft skin, afraid to move otherwise. Very slowly, you began to rock your hips against him. You could hear his already intense breathing pick up.

“And if my father decides to marry me off?” You whisper into his neck.

Criston lifts his head, dark obsessive eyes boring into your own, “Then I shall kill whatever Lord he chooses.”

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- venus

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

Ok so I have a dorky request… I loved your MM fics and especially loved Donnie’s wholesome family one, SO CUTE!! Aww my heart!

Anyway I was wondering if you could do one where the reader has been friends with the family since they were kids like toddlers. And one day at dinner Splinter makes a comment about how they are part of the family and like a sister. The boys get uncomfortable and make gagging noises and the reader is just like ‘??? I thought you liked me?’ And the reason they didn’t like the sister comment is because they have a crush on them? It can be one of them or all of them or separate I don’t care.

Anyway I LOVE YOUR WORK! I have low key been stalking your blog for content…but before anything take care of yourself!! Drink water, eat food, and get rest! Ok love ya, bye!!!

Family Friend (Fluff)

MM!Raphael x reader

A/N: You’re an absolute cutie! Please continue your stalking as much as you want💚😭 I think you would like to know that I had a full breakfast before writing this, and a full glass of water by my side throughout😉 I decided to make this with Raph, because… well, Idk. Guess I’m a little Raph sick this morning lol. Hope you enjoy❤️

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Warnings: Spelling, because my dyslexia has been bucking this morning, a little bit cracky at the end😅❤️

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Splinter never really liked humans. No actually, he had always kind of hated them. Before he mutated he feared them, and after he just generally disliked them. And all four of his sons knew that very well. He had warned them several times, telling them never to get close to the humans that lived above ground, unless they wished to get hurt, or even worse, milked. Splinter used to tell his sons horrible stories about the humans, and how they hated everything that they didn’t understand. Well, that was with one exception; you.

First time you met the turtles and their rat father was by pure accident. Somehow, at the age of four years old, you had managed to get lost in the sewers, crying for your parents, unsure which way to go. Therefore you sat down, bawling your eyes out in the middle of the gross sewers of New York City, believing that this would be the last of you, and that you never would see your parents again. But to your luck, somebody heard you. Somewhere in the sewers, not far away, four turtle brothers heard crying, running to their father screaming about a ghost outside in the sewers.

Splinter, being the caring father that he was, told them he would go out and take a look for them, thinking it was probably nothing but the imagination of his sons. And that’s how Splinter ventured out in the sewer, his four year old sons following closely in his heels, before they found you crying somewhere in the corner.

Splinter’s first reaction was to run, leaving you behind while he tried to bring his sons back home safely. But his sons, being so incredibly slippery and hard to catch, with their big love for humans, had already taken a great liking to you, not leaving your side until Splinter agreed to bring you back to the lair. And that was how you spent the next few hours, safely in the lair, cuddled up with four mutant turtle toddlers, while Splinter tried to locate your family.

After that day, Splinter relaxed, thinking that his family was once again safe and hidden away from the humans. So could you imagine his shock when you stood in the doorway, asking if his sons wanted to come and play with you in the sewer. Even more shocked were he to see his sons already at your side, big puppy eyes as they waited for his permission. Splinter had already lost that battle.

Over the next eleven years, you would become a common occurrence in the brothers’ lives. Whenever you got the chance you would find yourself in the lair, hanging out with the boys that would become your closest friends. Even Splinter started to take a liking to you, even if it took a little longer than it had done with his sons. It went so far that he would invite you down to the sewers for family dinners, holidays and birthday parties, and even bring you gifts on your own birthdays.

You would become one of the few connections the boys had to the outside world, other than their few grocery runs every now and then. When the five of you weren’t playing video games, watching movies or running through the sewers or dark alleyways and rooftops, they would hang over your shoulder, watching as you did your homework, asking you all sorts of questions about human schools.

Raphael however, asked more than the others. How big was your school? Was it just like the schools in the movies you've watched together? And your teachers, were they just as horrible, and did they give you a lot of homework? The content of your homework however, didn’t interest him much. But watching you do them while telling him about your day was what he found interesting. Sitting at the kitchen table, balancing his sai between his finger and table, head resting on his other arm, stealing glances at you when you weren’t looking, deeply invested in whatever subject you were studying. He couldn’t help but hide a smile against his arm, whenever he saw you bite your lip in frustration.

Raphael’s brothers weren’t blind. They had noticed the way he would act whenever you were around, comparing it to how Leonardo would react whenever he saw a girl in a movie; awestruck. He was the first to greet you in the lair, and often the one to ask if you would come down for a visit. Once you would be in the lair, he would hover around you, unconsciously doing anything he could to stay close to you. How you still hadn’t noticed Raphael’s growing crush on you was a wonder to them. The way he would try to hug you longer than any of his brothers, and how he would poke you throughout the movie. His crush was so obvious, he might as well have been screaming it out loud in the lair. And yet you didn’t notice. But that wouldn’t last long.

It was regular Thursday evening, and you had once again been invited down to the lair for dinner with the turtles and their father. It went how it usually did, with Splinter and Michelangelo making dinner, while the three others kept you entertained. I didn’t take much, as you always found yourself having a great time in the lair.

After dinner was made, and the boys reluctantly had set the table, all of you sat down to eat. You talked about school, and that one test you had been nervous about. Splinter listened with a proud smile as you told him how it went. It did not matter to him what grade you got or how far you were in class. What mattered was how brave you had felt, making Splinter feel like a proud parent, remembering the scared little girl he and his sons found in the sewer. And it was with that feeling of proud fatherhood, that Splinter made what was meant to be a friendly comment, to who he now considered a surrogate daughter.

“It makes me happy to know you felt brave today. I think all of us feel so”, Splinter said, gesturing to the smiles on his sons’ faces. “Your growth makes me proud, but not just as a friend. (Y/N), I hope you know that we view you not just as a close friend of the family, but as a part of the family itself, like a daughter and sister”.

You smiled at Splinter, wanting to tell him how much it meant to you, and that you too felt like their family had become like a second home to you. But you couldn’t before laughter erupted from the boys, along with gagging noises, fingers pointing down their throat as they acted as if they were going to throw up. Raph however stared at his food in horror. No way his dad just said that to you!

You looked at the boys in confusion. It wasn’t uncommon for them to tease you, lightly commenting on your human looks or your smell. Nothing you couldn’t take. But that moment was different. Raphael avoided eye contact, head docked low looking displeased at his father. But his brothers looked like they were having the time of their lives, sending teasing smiles Raph’s way, making him cross his arms over his plastron, sulking even further into his chair.

“Hey!”, you said, catching their attention. “Don’t look that sad. I thought you liked me”.

“Oh, we like you, okay”, Donatello said, turning his attention towards Raphael with mischief in his eyes, nudging him with his elbow. “Some more than others”, he sang, wiggling his brows. Raph scowled at his brother, crossing his arms tighter. He now regretted sitting beside you, forcing himself to look away from you, his cheeks burning hot under his mask.

“Maybe you should quit it out, Donnie”, Leo said, a smile still plastered on his face. “You know how he gets when we tease him about that”.

“Shut it”, Raph grumbled, sliding even further down the chair, until he was almost laying on his shell.

“Teasing about what?”, you asked, still not fully understanding what was going on. “What is wrong with your dad saying I’m part of the family?”

The brothers giggled, before Mikey stood, hands cupped around his mouth as he yelled, “Raph has a crush on (Y/N)”.

“That’s it!”, Raph yelled, standing from his chair making his brothers jump in laughter. “Come here you little shits!”

You and Splinter watched as Raph chased his brothers around the lair, telling them to stop as they yelled about everything his crush on you had made him do or say.

“Okay, maybe you’re not like a sister to everyone”, Splinter said with you nodding in agreement, a small smile creeping up on your lips. Family or not, these boys meant everything to you, and you could not imagine a day without them.

[blondeboyfriend]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑 (𝟏𝟖+)

𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐍𝐈

[ PAIRING ] Vash the Stampede x reader [ AUTHOR'S NOTE ] The first of many reposts from my old blog. [ SYNOPSIS ] You're the child of a dead preacher. He's an angel on the run. [ WORD COUNT ] 6.5k [ CONTENT ] Modern AU, fallen seraph!Vash, I'm just making up shit about angels honestly, graphic injuries, sacrilege, oral sex (m receiving), vaginal sex, virginity loss, Vash has a big dick and he does not know how to use it, creampie, sad ending (I'm sorry).

“I don’t remember it looking this…”

Your now former groundskeeper guffawed on the other end of the line. “Shitty?”

You shook your head even though your father’s abandoned church was in rough shape. It was clear not a soul had been looking after it.

“It looks…”

“I ain’t got all day.”

You thought long and hard. “Depressing,” you finally muttered. “I thought you were going to take care of it.”

“You think I’m gonna work for free?”

“If money was an issue you should have said something,” you sneered.

She coughed. “I ain’t that chapel’s keeper,” she replied firmly.

The chapel was tucked away deep in the mountains away from town. You looked at the ivy covered door barely on its hinges. Lichen had overtaken the walls. The roof was covered with decaying leaves and bright green moss and had a sizable hole. It was a miracle it hadn’t caved in. Most derelict buildings didn’t survive the rainy season let alone several.

“Probably full of mold and critters anyway. I don’t know why you wanna be there in the first place.”

“I…”

Even you didn’t know why you came. Your father had been dead for a while. It’s not as if you were seeking closure. Your scars had healed long ago, the pain only a dull twinge if you saw photos of him giving you a piggyback ride or sleeping on a sun soaked beach.

“Boredom,” you laughed. “No other reason.”

“Lia—”

You hung up before she could utter the entirety of the word. You knew it was mostly out of guilt for letting things get this bad.

You walked the perimeter and tried to avoid the tall grass that surrounded the church. It was amazing how fast the mountain was able to reclaim it all. Sooner or later the concrete pathways would get eaten up by the earth, but for now it was only nipping at its heels. As you made your way to the back, your feet leaving deep imprints in the soft, waterlogged soil, you were confronted by a massive hole in the ground. You were centimeters away from falling into it.

“Holy shit.”

You squatted down to get a better look at the crater. There were iridescent white feathers scattered about, some stained with blood. You couldn’t tell if it was fresh or not. There was no bird in the area that could make a hole of that size in the ground, but you couldn’t think of any other explanation. You stood up and noticed evidence of something clawing its way out of the hole. A trail of bloodied feathers made their way to the back door of the church, or rather where the back door should have been. It was missing altogether, ripped from the hinges.

All the signs pointed to getting the fuck out of there, but you couldn’t quell the curiosity swirling inside you. Sweaty palms and the pit in your stomach weren’t good enough deterrents. You took slow steps towards the gaping doorway. Each step felt like a potential death sentence but you were steadfast.

You peeked your head inside and saw nothing out of the ordinary. Just pews and the other side of the church. Light streamed through the hole in the ceiling and a few of the lancet windows, giving everything an ethereal look. It felt liminal, a place between worlds. Stepping inside you were greeted by native grasses popping up between the wood paneled flooring and a few more bloodied feathers.

“This can’t be safe,” you muttered, making damn sure to take careful steps.

You really had no business being in there. There was nothing special or sentimental stowed away. Your father’s belongings and any items of religious importance were swiftly removed upon his death. All that remained was dust and several moldy study bibles.

You stepped deeper inside and stood beside the pulpit. Images of your father preaching fluttered about your mind. His voice was clear as day, only making the lack of him more apparent. You felt like someone was pushing needles into your heart. You stumbled away to the pews, hoping distance would rip you away from your memories.

You crept down the aisle, following the trail of feathers. It was much like your father had many times before on his way from the pulpit. The pews were in terrible shape, the cushions had all rotted away. You hoped to sit in one for old time’s sake, but it was a risk you were unwilling to take. Stained, festering nylon curtains covered most of the lancet windows, though a goodly portion of them had been haphazardly torn down. You assumed it was an animal for your own comfort.

Continuing down the aisle you noticed a large heap in the corner where the feathers ended. It was wrapped up in the missing curtains and shivering. You tried to think if there were any sightings of enormous birds in a desperate attempt to make sense of it all. Of course nothing came to mind; it was only wishful thinking.

Your eyes darted around, looking for something long to poke the heap with. The only option was a study bible. You quietly reached for one near the pews, the cover moist between your fingers. You started to dry heave as the smell of the old, wet book enveloped you.

“Ew, ew, ew,” you said, tossing the bible at the shivering mound.

Your aim was terrible and the bible slammed into the wall before hitting the ground beside the heap with a loud thud. Your mouth filled with saliva, anxious nausea overwhelming you. The heap shot upright, the curtains still clinging to its form. You didn’t know what to do so you ran out the back door. In your hurry to escape you tripped into the crater. You could feel death surrounding you, the air around you signaling your inevitable demise. You tried to climb out of the hole, but it was simply too deep. Fertile soil wedged itself under your fingernails in your futile attempt to escape.

You sunk down and sat in the dirt, holding your head in your hands. You felt like an idiot. Why did you come here? What purpose did this serve?

In the midst of your mental breakdown, you heard footsteps and again made a pathetic attempt to pull yourself out of the hole. You nearly vomited when you saw a tall figure obscured by curtains hovering above you. It squatted down and held out a shaky, wounded hand. You were too frightened to move.

“Take it,” a small voice rasped.

You continued to stare at it, wide-eyed and terrified. It wiggled its fingers.

“I don’t have all day.”

You slowly reached up and grabbed its hand. Its palm was rough, fingernails full of the same dirt that was underneath yours. The heap hoisted you out of the hole with an ease you didn’t expect. It seemed so fragile when you first saw it shivering in the church.

It quickly scuttled back inside before you could properly thank it. You stood there, eyes fixed on the open back door. You knew the right thing to do was run down the road and get in your car, but again your curiosity got the best of you. You made your way back into the church and tip-toed over to the figure. It was resting in the same corner, only this time its feet were sticking out from under the curtain. Streaks of blood marred its skin.

“Hello?”

Its shivering stopped.

“Hey. Uh, I…”

Your sentence trailed off and again, the heap was silent. Against better judgment you reached out to it. Just as it was within reach it swiftly grabbed your wrist. You stared in horror at the scarred arm. Your life began to flash before your eyes, or it did until you got a glimpse of the heap.

As you tried to pull away the curtain parted enough so you could see half of a face and the prettiest eye you’d ever seen. It was a striking blue-green color with long, dark eyelashes. Strands of blonde and black hair peeked out as well. The heap released your arm and tried in vain to cover his face.

“I… I just wanted to say thank you!” you blurted out.

“You’re welcome. Now go away.”

“... Can I ask why you’re here?”

“No,” it said.

“I’ll have you know this is my property,” you said, trying to sound threatening. You felt like a bad actor. “Either you tell me or I’ll call the cops.”

It paused. “I’m resting.”

“Okay… Are you hurt?”

Maybe it was a hiker that got injured and sought refuge in the first building it saw. That seemed the most likely though it didn’t explain all the feathers.

“I’m fine.”

“You sure?”

“No. I mean, yes! Please. Leave me alone,” it said as the curtain slid down, revealing its face.

It was a man, a handsome one at that. His face was scratched up and covered in swatches of dirt. His skin was tanned, like he was someone that spent his days toiling under the kiss of the sun. His hair was a disaster, blonde and black strands sticking up like he’d just woken up from a neverending nap. Your starry-eyed expression seemed to make him realize the curtains were no longer obscuring every part of him.

“Dammit,” he whimpered.

Your heart was caught in your throat. You needed to focus on something else, something other than him and his arresting beauty.

“Y—you know those curtains are pretty gross. I wouldn’t wrap myself up in them… Just saying.”

He looked away from you and stared at the ground.

“I don’t have any other options.”

“Okay I get that, but those curtains are still beyond disgusting.”

The man narrowed his eyes before letting the curtains drop. You only got a brief glimpse of his beaten body before a mass of wings appeared and shielded himself from you. They were made of the same iridescent feathers that littered the church.

“Ow.”

Blood still clung to many of them. You tried your best to stay calm.

“So you are hurt.”

“It’s not like you can do anything about it. Now leave me alone. I’ll be gone soon.” His stern voice gave way to a whinier one. “I hope.”

“Are you, like, waiting on someone?”

“Oh yes,” he sneered. “I’m waiting for my brethren to pick me up. They should be here any day now. I just have to wait for the sound of their herald.”

“No need to be hostile. You are in my chapel.”

“And? I’m one of your God’s messengers.”

You gulped. You never thought you’d be in the presence of a literal angel. After your father died you “turned your back on God” and dissolved the congregation much to the chagrin of the parishioners. You didn’t see any reason to continue on. Scripture was nonsense and served to remind you of the things you lacked, namely your father.

The angel peeked out from behind his wings.

“Ha. Can’t beat that, can you?” he asked with a weak smile.

“I guess not… How long will you be here?”

“Don’t know,” he said before wincing.

He looked tired. You weren’t sure if angels needed to sleep or not, but resting certainly wouldn’t hurt. Carting him to your apartment crossed your mind, but there was no way you could explain his presence to your neighbors. If you lived in a city, you could probably get away with it. But small towns weren’t made for secrets and strange men.

“Stop staring,” he said before a small wing appeared, hiding his face. “Ouch.”

“Does that hurt?”

“Does what hurt?”

“Uh, like, having your wings out.”

“It’s excruciating.”

“You can put them away then. It’s not like I haven’t seen a naked body before.”

The angel let out a heavy sigh as the feathers fell and the bones seemed to melt away. His arms were torn up and covered in cuts, his left arm was practically ripped to shreds. One of his clavicles was broken so badly the bone had torn through his skin. His legs were much like his arms and riddled with cuts. Pillowy yellow fat spilled from one of the deeper ones. A wisps of iridescent feathers still clung to various parts of his broken body.

He held his legs close to his chest, trying to hide as much of himself as possible, and looked up at you like a neglected puppy.

“Who did this to you?” you asked.

He laughed, the fakest one you had ever heard. “The ground.”

Prying crossed your mind, but you doubted he’d be truthful. A strong gust blew through the church, the cold drilling itself into your skin. You dug your hands into the pockets of your coat as your body began to fold in on itself. You were never one to successfully withstand the cold.

It seemed the angel wasn’t either, if his whimpering was anything to go by. You straightened your back and cleared your throat.

“Here,” you said, pulling off your coat. You squatted down next to him and draped it over his shoulders. It didn’t offer much coverage, but the thought was there. “I can’t stand seeing someone look so miserable.”

“I’m sorry,” he said, smiling weakly.

“You’re supposed to say thank you.”

The apples of his cheeks flushed pink and he bashfully thanked you. It was astounding how cute he was. You found yourself lost in his eyes; they looked like perfectly polished turquoise. Every aspect of him drew you in. You weren’t sure if it was because of his angelic nature. You couldn’t remember if they were capable of being so bewitching.

He cleared his throat, clearly uncomfortable with your staring. Your skin grew hot the second you realized this.

“Fuck. I guess I’m the one that’s sorry now, huh?”

He smiled weakly once more.

“It’s fine,” he said before looking out one of the windows. “The sun’s going to set soon. You should get going.”

You nervously scratched the base of your skull. “I feel kind of weird leaving you here in… this state,” you said, eyes fixed on his busted collarbone. “Let me, uh, you know… help you.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“I want to.”

“I’m more trouble than I’m worth.”

“Most things in my life can be described like that and it has yet to stop me.”

You reached out and wiped away some of the dirt on his cheek with the pad of your thumb. You usually weren’t so gutsy but you felt overwhelmingly compelled. You need to help this man, this angel.

“Do you have a name?”

“Vash.”

“Cute. Shit. Cool. I mean, nice to meet you,” you said before telling him your name.

He repeated your name under his breath and your stomach was aflutter. You wanted to hear him say it over and over again. You inhaled deeply and tried to compose yourself. You stood up and gazed down at the nude heap of a man that sat in front of you.

“Come home with me. You’ll be more comfortable.”

“I’d rather stay here.”

You furrowed your brow. You weren’t confident in your ability to persuade him. You didn’t want to press too hard and scare him off.

“Fine. But I’m coming back tomorrow with some clothes. Maybe a blanket. Food too. Wait… Do you even eat?”

“I eat. I don’t have to, but I like to.”

“What should I bring you?”

His eyes widened and seemed to sparkle.

“Doughnuts.”

“Noted.”

“And pizza.”

You giggled. “Anything else?”

“Nope,” he said with a grin, flashing his pointy canine teeth.

After a restless night’s sleep, you set out to gather supplies. You went to a thrift store and grabbed a bunch of shirts that seemed like they’d fit Vash’s lithe yet toned body. You bought a few pairs of pants that looked long, and briefly stared down an old and opened pack of men’s underwear. You wouldn’t dare bring him such a cursed item. He was an angel after all. You didn’t want to inadvertently get on his shit list. He would just have to go commando.

Your next stop was the grocery store where you bought a sizable first aid kit and dozen doughnuts of varying flavors. You couldn’t parse out his taste so you decided to go a little overboard. If anyone deserved to be spoiled, it was him. You wanted him to be comfortable, to be at ease.

The drive up the mountain was peaceful. But the sky was gradually becoming speckled with blotchy, grey clouds.

“I’m back,” you said in a sing-song voice as you entered the chapel.

You walked down the aisle in between the pews and found Vash where you had left him last night. He was asleep under the musty curtain and was using your jacket as a makeshift pillow. You put down your bags and squatted beside him.

“Hey,” you said, running your hand over his dirty hair.

His eyes fluttered open, his expression was of momentary terror before he realized it was only you.

“Hi,” he yawned.  

“No pizza, but! I have doughnuts and some clothes. I don’t know your size so I just grabbed a bunch of shit.”

“Thank you,” he said, sitting up slowly. You were happy to see that his collarbone was no longer piercing his skin. All that remained was a dark scar.

He reached for the bag and pulled the clothes out, expressing zero interest in them. His eyes lit up when he saw the pink box and eagerly took it out of the bag. He almost looked a little teary eyed.

“I also didn’t know what flavor you liked so I—”

He shoved a glazed cruller into his mouth. “I like all kinds,” he replied, voice muffled by his full mouth.

He swallowed and beamed. He had one of those smiles that could melt the heart of even the coldest person.

“Thank you,” he said, pulling out a chocolate doughnut from the box.

“No problem. I—” 

Before you could finish your sentence a droplet of water landed on the tip of your nose.

“Fuck,” you muttered.

Looking up at the hole in the ceiling you saw that the sky was now an unforgiving and darkened grey. You tossed your head back and groaned. Your mind was assaulted with a cascade of thoughts.

I hate driving in the rain. The road back has so many hairpin turns. He can’t stay here. Not like he can stay with me though. I guess I could leave him. But I’m sick of running from everything. What if the entire ceiling caves in? What’ll happen to him? What would dad do?

You knew he wouldn’t leave an angel behind to rot in his chapel that was for sure.

“Something wrong?” Vash asked before biting into a maple bar.

“Come home with me.”

“What? No way.”

“You can’t stay here. Not in the rain. You’ll be miserable.”

“I’ll be fine. I’ve already caused you enough trouble.”

“You don’t get to decide that,” you snapped. “Now get dressed. You’re coming with me.”

You kept your sentences short and firm. You didn’t want to give him any room to weasel his way out of your demands. There was no way in hell you were going to let this battered angel suffer. His protesting meant nothing to you.

Vash winced as the rain worked its way into his wounds.

“Well when you put it like that,” he said as he eased his way up from the cold and unforgiving floor.

You averted your eyes, making a conscious effort not to stare. The urge was there, an ever present annoyance, but you looked everywhere else. The hole in the ceiling. The decaying floors. The rain tapping at the windows. When you finally looked at him he was dressed. The white button-down wasn’t a perfect fit; the oversized nature of it made him look even more fragile. And the pants were too short, the hems just barely covering his shins.

“Do I look stupid?”

“You look like… I had no idea what I was doing while I was shopping,” you laughed. “C’mon. Let’s go before it starts pouring.”

You held out your hand and immediately felt like an idiot. He was an angel. Would someone like him ever need assistance from someone like you?

Surprisingly, he took your hand. His palms were big and rough, fingers long and graceful. Your heart pounded in your chest as you led him out of the chapel. You couldn’t stop thinking about his hands caressing your shoulders and how lovely a sensation it must be. You sighed in relief once you saw your car, immediately unlocking it. He went to get in the backseat and you stifled a laugh.

“You don’t wanna sit up front?”

“Do you want me to?”

You hated him for asking. Of course you wanted him to, but you didn’t want to have to actually disclose that.

“I’ll feel like a chauffeur if you sit in the back,” you replied, purposefully avoiding his question.

He smiled, eyes narrowed, a teasing expression. He wasn’t stupid and you were a bad actor. Wordlessly he got in the passenger seat much to your relief.

The drive itself wasn’t all that bad, but still you were consumed with anxiety. Vash kept his face glued to the window, looking outside at the redwoods that embraced the mountain. His inattention gave you plenty of time to craft an excuse as to why he was with you in the first place.

“If anyone asks, and I’m really hoping no one will, say we went to college together,” you said, hands clenching the steering wheel.

“Hm?” he said, redirecting his attention. He gazed at you, eyes trained on your lips. “What were you saying?”

“I—uh. If anyone… Be normal.”

“Normal?”

“Ye—yeah. Normal.”

“Should I say I’m your boyfriend?”

“What?! No!”

“Is that not normal?”

“It’s… ugh. Technically! I guess!”

“So I can say that then?”

“No. Say something else.”

“Something else.”

You spent the last twenty minutes of the drive feeling vaguely nauseous and mildly sweaty.

The two of you managed to make it to your apartment door without running into anyone. You hurriedly tried to unlock it, only to drop the key because of your impatience.

“Hello,” you heard Vash say cheerily.

You turned around in horror and saw your landlord. He merely nodded and waddled out of sight.

“Nice to meet you! I’m their boyfriend!” Vash shouted after him.

“What is wrong with you?” you growled, shoving the key into the lock.

You swung the door open and pulled the obnoxious angel inside.

He stood bashfully in your living room. “What? It was funny.”

“Hardly,” you hissed.

Your annoyance with him was gone as fast as it came. He somehow looked more exhausted and battered surrounded by the comfort of your home. How could you hold even a pinch of resentment for someone in his state and of his stature? The right thing to do was ease his misery, not stoke its flames.

“You should shower. You’d probably feel better.”

“I don’t think I can stand that long.”

“Bath?”

“With my luck I’d fall asleep and drown.”

“What if I help?”

He appeared to be deep in thought. “That’ll work.”

You led him into the bathroom and ran a hot bath. Steam filled the bathroom. The warmth was welcome on such a harsh and rainy night. Vash got undressed and lowered himself into the water. He let out a pleased groan, one that made your brain stop functioning.

You buried your lewd thoughts into the depths of your mind and sat on the edge of the tub, guiding Vash so he was positioned in between your legs. Suddenly you were plagued with shyness.

“Ah, um, co—could you dunk your head?” you asked timidly.

He obliged, sliding further into the tub and submerging himself in the bathwater. He shut his eyes and lingered underneath its weight. His face was solemn.

“Oh—okay. You can come up now,” you said.

He opened one of his eyes and smiled. He sat up. His wet hair slicked back leaving face on full display. You swallowed hard and squirted some shampoo into your hand.

“Let me know if it gets in your eyes.”

“Don’t you worry. I’ll scream like a little girl.”

You laughed, probably harder than you should have. But you felt obligated to. He was trying so hard to keep up this thin facade.

You worked the shampoo into his hair, letting the silky strands slide between your fingers.

“Smells nice,” he murmured.

“Thanks…”

An awkward silence enveloped the room. Neither of you knew what to say, what subject to broach. You focused on massaging his scalp, washing away every bit of blood and dirt. Every so often he broke out into a delighted hum.

“That feel good?” you asked, scratching the back of his head.

“Yesssss,” he moaned.

You choked on your own spit.

“Are you okay?” he asked worriedly.

“Yeah! I mean, yeah. Yeah. Yes. Uh, I need to—to rinse. Dunk your head again.”

He slid further into the tub, but he kept his face above the water. The soap spread through the water, encircling his head like a halo. He stared up at you, eyes still doe-like but now with a piercing quality. Silence filled the room once more.

“Is there something on my face?”

“What?” he said, eyes softening. “Oh! No, I was just staring.”

You didn’t know how to respond to his bluntness.

“You’re very beautiful.”

You felt dizzy, like the world was spinning around you.

“Th—thank you. Uh.” You lifted his head out of the water, unable to use your words. He followed your lead and sat back up. “You can wash your body, right? I can get your back. But… you should… probably do the rest.”

“I think I can manage.”

You got up and grabbed a fluffy washcloth off your bathroom counter.

“If it hurts—”

“I’ll let you know,” he chuckled.

You smiled nervously and wetted the wash cloth, squeezing out a generous amount of body wash into it. You looked at his back and the wounds that covered it. As you began to bathe him his shoulders tensed up. It didn't take long for the washcloth to tinge pink. His discomfort made you feel like there was a hole in your chest.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure,” he whimpered.

“How do you plan on getting back?”

“Back to where?”

“To heaven.”

“I don’t,” he said solemnly.

Again you were unsure how to respond. You wrung out the washcloth and handed it to him. You watched as he washed his arms and nearly fell to the floor when he lifted one of his long legs out of the water.

“You can stay here as long as you want. You know that, right?”

“I don’t want to intrude.”

“You wouldn’t—”

“Please. Don’t.”

“But you have nowhere else to go!”

“I’d be putting you in harm’s way,” he said, the sweetness gone from his voice. “It’s for your own good.”

How could he know what was good for you? You considered pressing him for more details, but his comfort trumped your curiosity.

“I just want to help you,” you muttered. “That’s all.”

He said nothing.

“I’ll… grab you a towel.”

You got out of the tub and left the bathroom, looking for any excuse to step away. You were caught between your need for answers and your need to keep him calm, to let him feel safe. Tears welled up in your eyes, not from sadness but frustration. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. You weren’t sure what it was supposed to be, but you knew this wasn’t what you wanted for him.

As you searched for a towel your brain was overwhelmed with questions.

Who is he to decide what is and isn't for my own good? What harm is going to seek me out if he stays? How can I get him to stay? What will it take? What am I willing to give?

Your concentration was obliterated by the sound of him getting out of the tub. You grabbed a towel from your linen closet and returned to the bathroom.

“Here,” you said, handing him the towel.

As soon as he took it from his hand you turned and moped to your bedroom. You got undressed and threw on an oversized t-shirt. You planned on letting him sleep in your bed. You would take the couch even though it was uncomfortable to sleep on.

“Do you have something I can sleep in?”

You froze. You absolutely did not. You stumbled over to your dresser and searched for something, anything. He approached, standing beside you as you frantically looked.

“Those might fit,” he said, pointing at a pair of black running shorts.

He tried them on and they did indeed fit though the tip of his cock poked out. You pretended like you didn’t notice.

“I was thinking you could sleep in my bed.”

“That sounds good to me. Fair warning though, I’ll probably end up cuddling you.”

“I… I’m not… I’m gonna be on the couch.”

“Oh,” he said dejectedly.

“Did you want me to sleep with you?”

He blushed.

“I mean like… sleep-sleep,” you clarified.

He laughed. “Yeah! Of course. I knew… I knew what you meant.”

Your awkwardness was rubbing off on him. The two of you crawled into bed, leaving a sizable amount of space between your bodies. You were on your back, staring up at the ceiling, and failed at trying to will yourself unconscious.

You glanced over at Vash who seemed to be doing the same, except he was shivering.

“Are you cold?”

“A little,” he said.

You rolled over and closed the gap. You draped an arm over him and rested your head on his shoulder. You held him close to your body, hoping he could leech away some of your warmth.

“I should have covered you in band-aids.”

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll be fine.”

“I’m more worried about my sheets.”

“I see how it is. I don’t matter anymore?”

“Yeah. That’s why I’m holding you. I don’t care about you at all.”

He snorted and wrapped his arm around you. The weight of it against your back made your heart pound. Making a move on him crossed your mind, but you were crippled by your inaction.

“Not comfortable,” he grumbled before turning to face you.

He pulled you into his embrace, arms snaking around your body. Your face was buried in the crook of his neck, lips practically touching it. You were coming out of your skin; being so close to him left you spiraling. The likelihood of you ending up in a position like this again was slim. It was clear he had no intention of staying. If he turned you down it wasn’t like you’d have to face your failure for long.

You pressed your lips closer to his neck and kissed it. He slid one of his hands under your shirt and rubbed the small of your back. His rough palm against your flesh felt superb. You kissed his neck once more before you started to suck on it, grazing his skin with your teeth. His breathing grew heavy.

“I have no idea what I’m doing,” he blurted out.

“What do you mean?” you asked, lips still pressed to his neck.

“I’ve never done anything like this.”

“It’s fine. I don’t care,” you said, grinding up against him.

“Really?”

“Yes,” you cooed.

You cupped his face in your hands and kissed him, catching his bottom lip between yours. Your noses awkwardly bumped up against each other. You forced him to tilt his head. You slipped your tongue into his mouth, teasing his. He eagerly reciprocated, rolling his tongue against yours. The kiss grew sloppier, more desperate. Drool trickled down your jaw.

You rubbed his exposed cocktip, swirling around the precum that leaked from it. He moaned in your mouth before breaking the kiss. He wasn’t able to quiet himself and you could listen to him whimper all night.

“You like that?”

“Yes,” he choked out, his eyes half-lidded.

You smirked and sucked your fingers clean.

“Lay on your back,” you purred.

He didn’t even hesitate as he swiftly moved into position. You pulled down the shorts you lent him and stared down his semi hard cock. You flicked your tongue against the tip.

He let out a pathetic moan. You looked up at him, your eyes meeting his. His brows were knitted in agony and he was trying to shut himself up with the back of his hand.

“You don’t need to be embarrassed,” you said while stroking the length of his cock.

You gently squeezed his balls and relished in another one of his pained moans. You guided his cock into your mouth and rolled your tongue against the underside of it. You bobbed your head, taking his cock deeper into your mouth. He groaned and bucked his hips. The sweet taste of precum coated your tongue. His cock was so leaky, so needy. He covered the entirety of his face with his hands.

 “It feels so good,” he panted, his voice muffled.

“Oh yeah?”

He nodded.

“You wanna fuck me?” you asked, arching your back.

He slightly sat up and looked down at you.

“Yes,” he whimpered.

You got up and straddled him. You wrapped your hand around his cock and rubbed it up against your throbbing clit. He grabbed a hold of your hips, his grip tight. Your legs felt like jelly as pleasure washed over you in waves. You lifted yourself up and slid his cock inside you.

“Oh my God,” he groaned as your cunt tightened around him.

The tip of his cock prodded your cervix, sending a shooting pain to your core.

“Ouch!!”

He sat up and cradled your face in his hands.

“What?! Are you okay?! What did I do?!”

“Too much too soon,” you said through gritted teeth. “But it’s fine. We—we’ll just take it slow.”

“Okay. Okay,” he repeated.

He lifted you off of his cock and gently rocked his hips, easing it back inside you.

“Perfect,” you moaned.

You matched his movements, careful not to jam the entirety of his cock into your cunt. You placed your hands on his chest, pinching his nipples between your fingers.

“Hey!”

“Sorry,” you laughed before biting his neck.

“Ke—keep doing it,” he stammered, caught up in a haze of ecstasy.

You again pinched his nipples, harder than you had before. You sucked on his neck, determined to leave behind a bruise, something to remember you by. His pace was becoming a little more urgent, his thrusts growing more intense.

“Gentle,” you groaned.

Your cunt was dripping with arousal.

“What would God think about this?” you asked. You bit down on your bottom lip and awaited his answer.

“I don’t want to think about it.”

“C’mon,” you begged, rocking your hips.

“He—He.” Vash took a deep breath. “He’d be really—shit—disappointed.”

“Would he send me to hell?”

“I don’t know,” he whined. “I can’t think about that right now.”

You tightened your cunt around his cock.

“But I wanna know. Tell me how bad I am.”

He buried his face in your neck. He clearly didn’t want to play along and you didn’t want to push it any further. His thrusts were picking up in speed as he bottomed out. His cock kissed your cervix, but it thankfully didn’t hurt this time around.

“Your cock feels so good,” you moaned.

He held you close and continued to fuck your aching cunt. You felt so light, body and soul. It was like you were ascending, leaving the world behind. You grabbed one of his hands and directed him to rub your clit. His touch was anything but gentle as he roughly pressed up against your sensitive bud.

“Fuck! Please, don’t stop.”

He was more than happy to obey. He kissed you as you came, swallowing your enraptured moans. He continued to thrust, your cum coating his cock. His groaning and whimpering overtook the room, the most heavenly symphony you experienced.

“Are you gonna come too?” you cooed in his ear.

“Uh-huh,” he panted.

“Wanna come inside me?” 

“Yeah,” he whined.

Vash bucked his hips and spurts of warm cum filled your cunt. He reclined, taking you down with him. He released you from his embrace and you rolled over onto your back.

“So… What did you think?”

“I liked it a lot. Maybe even too much.”

You giggled. “I’m glad.”

You glanced over at him and noticed he was staring at you with his big, puppy dog eyes.

“Can we cuddle?”

He nodded and laid on his side, spooning you. You dozed off, listening to his breathing and the rain tapping against the window. It was so peaceful, one of those moments you wanted to last a lifetime.

A loud roar cut through the air. You sprung up out of bed and covered your ears, desperate to block out the noise. It sounded like the unholy combination of a jet engine and a blaring trumpet. You felt like your head was splitting in two, like someone was smashing your skull with a mallet. You were consumed with dread, with guilt. You felt sick to your stomach.

You saw Vash sitting on the edge of your bed, staring out the window.

“What the hell is that? Was that a fucking trumpet?” you asked, rubbing your head.

“Don’t worry about it.”

You yawned. “I’m getting really sick of you saying that.”

He turned to look at you, his face pale like a ghost’s.

“Just go back to sleep.”

You reached out to him. “I need you near me to do that.”

He gave you a wistful smile and snuggled up beside you. You held onto him tight, hoping your grip would be strong enough to trap him. You didn’t want him to leave. You needed him to stay. He was in no position to wander around on his own, running from God knows what.

“Promise you’ll stay. For a little while at least.”

He was silent.

“Vash.”

His eyes were shut and he was lightly snoring. You prayed that he heard you before he fell asleep, that he would remember what you said and let you help him. There was no reason for him to carry his burden alone, whatever it might be.

That morning you were dismayed to see your grip had been too weak. He was gone. You got up out of bed and looked around, hoping he was in the bathroom or digging through your kitchen cabinets. But he was nowhere to be found. You wondered if he had ever been there in the first place. Maybe he was just a delusion, the beginnings of a religious frenzy triggered by mental collapse.

You returned to your bedroom, hoping to sleep away your misery, and saw a hastily written note on your nightstand.

I’m sorry I didn’t say goodbye. I knew leaving would be impossible if I waited for you to wake up. Please don’t take it personally. I wish I could sta

Thank you. For everything.

[subskz]

mine - h.hj

note: this is a reupload from my old blog

content: sub hyunjin, dom reader, mommy kink, petplay, degradation, name-calling, dry humping, breeding kink, overstimulation, slight choking, multiple orgasms, jealousy/possessiveness, female reader

word count: 4.1k

“Chan-hyung was really friendly with you today, wasn’t he?”

You lifted your head to look at Hyunjin, raising an eyebrow at the odd question. He was seated on the other end of the couch, leaning against the armrest and scrolling through his phone.

Though he was clearly trying to appear nonchalant, his tone of voice was enough for you to sense that what he’d said was more than just a casual comment.

“Isn’t he always?” you answered with a question of your own, trying to catch a glimpse of his expression.

Hyunjin lowered his phone a bit, allowing his eyes to peek up at you from over the device. “I guess,” he replied, sounding unsatisfied with your answer. There was a pause, then he straightened himself up against the cushions, letting out a tiny huff in the process.

You eyed him, curious as to what the reason for his sudden shift in mood could be. You didn’t have to wonder for long, however, as his next words told you everything you needed to know.

“It’s annoying,” he announced.

Realization quickly dawned on you, and you found yourself suppressing an amused smile. “Why? Chan’s friendly with everyone.”

Hyunjin put his phone down to look at you properly, a pout forming on his face. “Especially with you,” he muttered.

“Hyunjin,” you kept your voice light. “What are you saying? You know it’s not like that.”

He looked off to the side, picking at the skin around his nails. “Still,” he grumbled. “I don’t like it. He should know better.”

You blinked, thoroughly confused by his childishness. As far as you were concerned, nothing out of the ordinary had happened that day. You’d just been chatting with Chan casually, the same way you always did when you were around him. Sure, he’d been friendly, but that was hardly anything strange given his sociable nature.

You’d learned early on in your relationship with Hyunjin that jealousy was a feeling he was no stranger to, and you might’ve considered that a problem if you hadn’t learned just as quickly that it didn’t come from a place of ill-intent. He was simply very attached to you, so ready to give you his all that it almost frightened him. Sometimes he needed reassurance that he was just as important to you as you were to him.

It was for that reason that you were always patient with the boy, soothing him gently and quelling any doubts he might have about where he stood with you. That being said, Hyunjin having an issue with one of his friends was something entirely new to you, and you couldn’t help but feel a bit put-off by it.

“I don’t like how much he laughs around you,” Hyunjin continued, a hint of bitterness seeping into his voice. “He’s always trying too hard to please you.”

“Chan’s just a nice person,” you reasoned, hoping you could get him to see how irrational he was being. “Maybe he comes off as flirty sometimes, but we both know that’s not his intention. There’s no need to get upset, baby boy.”

He visibly softened at your use of the pet name, but nevertheless, his lips stayed curved in that childish pout of his. You pushed back a sigh, sensing that you weren’t getting through to him. Once negative thoughts found their way into Hyunjin’s mind, it was a difficult task to get rid of them.

Fortunately, you were more than willing to take it on.

You scooted closer in an attempt to better comfort him, and despite his attitude, he instinctively reached out to touch you as soon as you were within reach.

“What’s gotten into you today?” you murmured.

Hyunjin ducked his head to avoid your stare, sucking his lower lip into his mouth for a moment before answering.

“Nothing, just…” he trailed off, and your interest piqued when you noticed his cheeks turning pink. “Please, don’t forget that you're mine.”

He tugged subtly at the hem of your shirt as he spoke, and something about the gesture paired with the longing in his voice made your spine tingle.

Your concern instantly fizzled back out into amusement, your lips curving into a small, knowing smile.

“Hmm. Those are some bold words,” your shift in tone caught Hyunjin’s attention right away, making his shoulders tense just slightly. “Jinnie thinks he owns me?”

Hyunjin squirmed in his spot, finally lifting his head to look at you. His eyes had grown wide, and the way they glimmered with anticipation told you that you’d hit the nail on the head.

“If you’re worried about being replaced, I’ll be glad to remind you of who you belong to.”

You reached up to grab his chin, and an almost relieved sound escaped Hyunjin, any remnants of stubbornness melting away under your touch. “Mama,” he breathed.

“So this is what you really wanted,” you hummed, sliding your hand down to his neck. His breath hitched as you wrapped your fingers delicately around it, giving the sides of his throat a feather-light squeeze. “I should’ve known. Nothing else fills your empty little head, does it?”

Hyunjin let out a shaky breath, his face reddening fully. “Just want you to p-pay attention to me, Mama. No one else.”

“Cute.” A small whimper slipped out of him as you tightened your hold on his throat. “Go wait for me in the bedroom and I’ll give my puppy all the attention he needs.”

He swallowed hard before nodding, obediently rising from the couch. Just as he took his first eager step, you called out another order.

“On all fours.”

Hyunjin stiffened, scanning your face for some semblance of mercy, only to find none. He let out a miserable whine, but complied nonetheless.

You felt a tinge of satisfaction watching him sink to his knees and crawl sheepishly to the other room. Once he’d disappeared down the hall, you stood up yourself to retrieve his collar, taking your time with the intent of riling him up further.

When you joined Hyunjin in the bedroom, you found him sitting anxiously on the floor, his legs crossed with his hands tucked in the space between them. He straightened his posture when he saw you, his eyes lighting up hopefully as you settled on the bed across from him and beckoned him closer. Hyunjin immediately obeyed, and you slid your index finger down his throat delicately, marveling at the way your touch made him shiver. “Jinnie can’t even stand his Mama talking to anyone else, hm?” You shook your head in mock disappointment. “Are you really that selfish?”

Hyunjin mewled softly, his pulse racing beneath your fingertips. “I’m sorry, Mama,” he whispered. “I know ‘m selfish, but please, just look at me. Only me.”

You snickered at that, finally snaking the collar around his neck and fastening it securely. “Needy little puppy.” You tugged lightly at the accessory as you spoke, ensuring that it wasn’t too tight. “What am I gonna do with you?”

Hyunjin’s breathing grew rapid as you leaned back on the mattress to stare down at him scornfully. Without warning, you used your foot to nudge his hands away from where they covered his crotch, revealing just how hard he’d become in the time he’d been waiting.

“Pathetic,” you clicked your tongue, applying pressure to his half-hard length with your foot. Hyunjin groaned in response, pushing his hips up when you pulled away before he could feel any real relief. “A mutt like you doesn’t even deserve my foot.”

The boy gazed up at you, his eyes wide and glossed over with lust. “Please, Mama,” he begged. “I’ll take anything you give me, please.”

You contemplated what he’d said for a moment, tapping your finger thoughtfully on your chin. Hyunjin stayed perfectly still, waiting for your command with a look of pure need on his face.

Finally, an idea came to mind, and you stuck out your leg, locking your gaze with his.

“Here. Rut yourself against it since you’re so desperate.”

Hyunjin inhaled sharply, not wasting a single moment before scrambling forward to latch onto your leg. “Thank you, Mama, thank you,” he rasped, snaking his arms around your thigh.

You rested your hand on his head, giving it an encouraging scratch to signal that it was okay to move. With your approval, Hyunjin adjusted his position and began to grind his clothed length against your leg. The tag of his collar jingled as he bucked his hips, and the sound of his moans quickly joined it, echoing throughout the room.

“You’re so easy to please, hm?” you purred. “Just a dirty puppy who will fuck anything.”

Hyunjin whined pitifully, cheeks quickly going red again. “Not anything. Only want you,” he protested, his voice turning up in pitch.

“Are you sure about that, baby?” You ran your fingers through his hair to brush the stray locks out of his eyes, a gentle movement that contrasted the harsh words that followed. “Seems like all you care about is getting your filthy cock off.”

Hyunjin gripped your thigh tighter, nails digging helplessly into your clothes. “Please, Mama,” Hyunjin whimpered, voice thick with shame. “That’s not—ngh—true. I’m a good boy. Your g-good boy.” His hips surged forward especially hard, eliciting a shaky, drawn-out moan.

He squeezed his eyes shut, focusing all his senses on the pleasure growing in his abdomen as he thrusted against you. His hair fell delicately back into his face, and a light sheen of sweat began to form on his forehead from all his efforts. He bit down on his plump lower lip, trying and failing to suppress the gasp that escaped him when you pressed your leg forward just barely, meeting the rocking of his hips.

You drank in the sight of him falling apart at your feet, your uninterested expression masking how aroused you truly were. Even in such a desperate, primal state, he managed to look effortlessly beautiful.

You watched him for a few more moments before tapping the crown of his head to get his attention. Hyunjin hardly noticed, too lost in the delicious tension building up in his core.

“Jinnie,” you called. The hint of warning in your voice made him grow alert, reluctantly halting his near-frantic movements.

His eyes fluttered open, and he couldn’t help a low whine as his pleasure was lost. Despite that, he looked up at you eagerly, waiting for any orders you might give.

“Get undressed for me,” you hummed, brushing your thumb along the mole beneath his eye. “I wanna see how hard it makes you to do something so humiliating.”

Hyunjin let out a mortified squeak, pushing his face into your thigh. “Hurry up,” you commanded. “Before I decide to leave you like this.”

Your threat sent a wave of panic through the boy, and he instantly unwrapped himself from your leg to comply. His unsteady fingers slipped under the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head with haste. 

You licked your lips as his bare chest was revealed to you, and despite his embarrassment, the feeling of your hungry stare on his body urged him to keep going. He swallowed hard before moving down to the button of his pants, fumbling slightly before managing to undo it. You watched intently as he lifted his hips, pulling his pants and boxers down in one go.

Hyunjin’s length sprung free, standing up against his stomach to give you the perfect view of it. It was painfully hard, and beads of precum had already gathered on the tip of his flushed head.

He squirmed awkwardly as your eyes raked over his body, taking your time to observe every inch of it.

“My baby’s so beautiful,” you cooed. “It’s a shame you’re such a slut.”

Hyunjin ducked his head with a whine, but the way his dick twitched at your words wasn’t lost on you. “What’s the matter?” you faked a pout, hooking two fingers under his collar to pull him closer. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”

He nodded miserably, still refusing to meet your eyes. “Mhm,” he breathed. “Please, Mama.”

“Please, what?”

Hyunjin hesitated, lower lip trembling as he tried to brace himself before speaking up again.

“Lemme use your leg, please,” he begged. “Can’t wait any longer. Wanna c-cum against Mama’s leg.”

His quick surrender came as a surprise, and you couldn’t help but laugh a little, delighted with how easily his arousal had overcome his shame.

“You sound so pathetic,” you giggled. “Okay, puppy. Make a mess of yourself for me.”

Hyunjin wasted no time before attaching himself back to your leg, and the sensation of his bare length brushing against you sent sparks of pleasure through his body. “Thank you, Mama,” he gasped out.

His heightened sensitivity had him reduced to whimpers in no time. He bucked his hips against your leg, gripping onto your thigh with even more urgency than before. His eyebrows furrowed in concentration, and his mouth hung open as moan after moan spilled out of him.

“You like this Jinnie?” you asked sweetly. “Getting off on my leg like a mutt in heat?”

Hyunjin groaned sinfully before giving a strained nod. “Hah...yes,” he managed to answer, his length twitching wildly against you as he began to move with more urgency. “F-feels good, Mama.”

The room was filled with the sound of his mewls and the jingling of his collar, and you felt yourself grow more aroused with every noise that escaped him. Your hands found his hair again, tugging at it roughly as he slid his cock against your leg.

A particularly loud cry caught your attention, and you gave Hyunjin a curious look. Sweat had begun to trickle down his face, and he bit down on his swollen lower lip as if to stop himself from saying something.

“Everything okay?” you asked, voice softening a bit. Another desperate sound rose in his throat and you felt a tinge of worry, wondering if he’d overwhelmed himself beyond words.

Hyunjin slowed his grinding to a more gentle pace before answering. “M-more…” he panted. “Mama, more, p-please.”

Your worry was quickly replaced with amusement as understanding washed over you. “More?” you echoed. “Did I hear you right, puppy?”

Hyunjin nodded frantically, and you used your hold in his hair to pull his head back, forcing him to look at you. His wide eyes met yours, full of lust and guilt. 

“Wanna be inside you, Mama. Need it.”

The breathless plea sent a shiver down your spine, and you steeled yourself to keep your expression firm. “That’s not what we agreed to,” you pointed out, tightening your grip on his hair. “What was it you told me? I’ll take anything?”

Hyunjin’s face flushed a deep red as you mimicked his earlier promise. “I’m sorry, Mama. It’s not enough,” he whined, voice shaking. “Need you. Please, please let me inside you. I need you so bad.”

You continued to eye him sternly, trying to ignore how wet the sound of his begging was making you. When you didn’t respond, his tone grew more frantic, and he pushed his length against your leg for good measure. “I can make you feel good, too. I can be a good puppy. Please, let me.”

He trailed off feebly, unable to hold your gaze any longer when he knew just how humiliating the view of him was beneath you.

“Hmm. I guess it can’t be helped,” you finally gave in. “You’re such a greedy slut, I don’t know why I expected any different.”

You tapped Hyunjin’s hands, and he obediently released his near death-grip on your thighs before detaching himself from your leg altogether. “Alright, baby,” you drawled, pulling your leg away. “Mama’s gonna let you inside, let’s see if you can keep your promise this time.”

Hyunjin’s eyes gleamed, his cock twitching uncontrollably at the thought of sliding into your wet heat. “Th-thank you, Mama.”

You shifted back on the bed and began to undress, not missing the way he swallowed hard, completely mesmerized as you slipped off your underwear.

Once you were done, you crooked your index finger, silently commanding Hyunjin to come join you on the bed. He scrambled onto the mattress and wasted no time before settling between your spread legs. You felt his length pressing against your folds, making your breath hitch.

Hyunjin was practically trembling with arousal, and he licked his plush lips in anticipation as he eyed the spot your bodies met. “Can I put it in, Mama?” he asked softly.

You reached up to give his head an affectionate scratch. “Go ahead, baby boy.”

As soon as the words were out of your mouth, Hyunjin lined himself up with your entrance, sliding in with ease. Your toes curled at the feeling of his cock filling you up, reaching the deepest parts of your core.

A long, shaky groan spilled out of him as he bottomed out inside you. “It’s s-so wet, Mama,” He gasped out, his eyes squeezing shut. “Feels—ngh—so good. Can I move? P-please can I move?”

You silenced Hyunjin’s babbling with a kiss, pulling him down by his collar to crash his lips into yours. They were soft and slick, and he let out an adorable mewl when you grazed your teeth along them. His length twitched inside of you, and you reluctantly broke the kiss to give him proper permission. “Fuck me like a good boy, Jinnie.”

Hyunjin moaned pathetically, pulling himself out halfway before snapping his hips forward again. He repeated the action immediately, slamming into you over and over as cries of pleasure tumbled out of him.

“Is this what you were begging for baby?” you purred. “Is this what had my puppy so territorial in front of his Channie-hyung?” 

“A-ah! Yes!” Hyunjin sobbed, his head falling against your chest. “Love being inside you...hah...you’re s-so soft and warm.”

He brought a hand up to paw at your chest, squeezing the soft flesh with increasing urgency. His pace began to quicken, making your own pleasure spike, and you slipped your legs around his waist to pull him closer.

Hyunjin’s mouth roamed your chest until he found your nipple, earning a soft moan from you as he wrapped his lips around it and began to suck almost obsessively.

His needy whimpers grew muffled as nursed, thrusting into you with more and more vigor. The slick warmth of his mouth on your sensitive bud invaded your senses until he pulled away suddenly with a sharp cry.

“C-close!” he gasped. “Close, Mama!”

You moved your hand up to cradle his head, trying to catch your breath. “Is it too much already, puppy?”

Hyunjin’s expression was utterly sinful above you as he struggled to muster a response. “Y-yes,” he breathed, a trail of drool beginning to dribble out of his wet lips. “Wanna cum inside. Wanna fuck a baby into you.”

His filthy words sent sparks of electricity straight to your core, and you clenched around him involuntarily. “Yeah? You really think you deserve to? Only good boys get to finish inside.”

He gave a helpless nod, too far gone to handle your teasing properly. “P-please, let me. ‘M your good boy. Wanna fill Mama with my pups,” his voice turned up in a whine as his thrusts grew sloppier and more frantic. “Wanna show everyone you’re mine. C-can I? Please, Mama, please...”

A wave of arousal overtook you, so strong that you felt the last of your resolve crumble. “So filthy,” you murmured. “You can let go, puppy. Don’t stop until I’m full.”

Hyunjin mewled weakly in response, chanting his thanks over and over. With just a few more jerks of his hips, the muscles in his abdomen contracted rapidly, and he was spilling into you.

He let out a choked sob, biting down on his abused lower lip in a futile attempt to suppress the sound. You moaned lowly at the feeling of his seed filling you up, hot and thick. Incoherent whimpers spilled from his mouth into your skin, his length pulsing inside you as he emptied his load with no signs of stopping. You relished in the warm feeling of his cum coating your walls, suddenly overcome with the desire for more.

Just as Hyunjin’s breathing began to slow, you pulled roughly on his hair, raising his head from your chest. “Keep going, Jinnie,” you directed.

“Hah...w-what?” he panted, his disoriented mind barely registering the command.

“You said you were going to be good for me, yeah? Now’s your chance to prove it.”

Panic flooded Hyunjin’s eyes, quickly washing away the bliss of his orgasm. His lips trembled slightly, but he nodded nonetheless, knowing he didn’t deserve to be shown any mercy. “Y-yes, Mama,” he whispered.

He pulled out of you again with a wince, a sharp, uncomfortable sensation replacing any remnants of pleasure from his orgasm. Sucking in a deep breath, he began to thrust in and out of you obediently, grabbing onto your chest for some sort of comfort as the overstimulation fully set in.

The feeling of your walls sucking in his hypersensitive length quickly became too much for him, and his tiny grunts morphed into pained whines. “M-Mama,” he cried. “It hurts.”

“Mm, you can take it, can’t you?” you encouraged, sliding a soothing hand up and down his back. “You were so eager before, fucking into me like that. Don’t hold back now.”

Your words contrasted the gentleness of your touch, and with a sob, Hyunjin nuzzled his face into your neck. “It’s t-too much,” he hiccuped. “Please, Mama...forgive me.”

His begging echoed throughout the room, along with the lewd squelching of his length pushing in and out of you. His hips stuttered in exhaustion, and he cut off his apologies with a low groan.

“Almost there,” you breathed, tightening around his cock as you felt the pressure in your lower abdomen build up. “Keep it up.”

Hyunjin let out a relieved sigh as pleasure began to gradually creep up on him once more. The blood rushed back to his length, and he increased his pace, now chasing his own high along with yours.

His cock stirred up the seed he’d already emptied inside you, and the added stickiness of it nearly sent him over the edge right then and there. “G-gonna cum again soon,” he slurred. “Wanna fill you up again, Mama.”

You slid your hand up to his neck, wrapping your fingers right around his collar. Hyunjin whimpered sinfully as you squeezed the sides of his throat. “Yeah? Gonna fill me with more of your cum, puppy? Gonna make sure you breed me right?”

“Oh, God, please.” Hyunjin groaned, barely able to get the words out due to your hold on his neck.

You drank in his fucked out state through hazy eyes. His face was dripping with sweat by now, and small droplets hung on the ends of his hair, splattering onto your skin with each thrust. He shut his eyes tight as he focused on holding himself together, and his plump lips were borderline bruised from how much he’d bitten down on them.

Your breath hitched as the head of his cock hit your sweet spot, pushing against it in just the right way. Hyunjin seemed to notice as well, and he repeated the motion, angling his sloppy thrusts as best he could.

“That’s it,” you gasped, your hands moving from his throat to grip his shoulders. “Just like that.”

With just a few more thrusts, you came undone. Your nails dug into Hyunjin’s skin as your orgasm washed over you, sending jolts of pleasure through your entire body. Your walls clenched around Hyunjin’s length, making him cry out sharply, and within seconds, his climax hit him as well.

A wave of bliss overtook you as his seed poured into you for the second time, warming up your insides in the most addictive way. He babbled incoherently into your skin, his stomach clenching and his cock twitching wildly.

It took several moments for the two of you to come down from your shared highs. Hyunjin flopped heavily against you as the last of his energy fizzled out, his sweaty body melting into yours. You instinctively wrapped your arms around his torso, holding him securely as he panted against you.

When Hyunjin’s breathing finally began to slow, he lifted his head to look up at you, relieved to find that all signs of sternness had been replaced with a fond, loving gaze.

“Th-thank you, Mama,” he murmured, looking completely and utterly spent. “And...‘m sorry for being so selfish today.”

You pushed back his wet bangs to place a kiss on his forehead. “You’re not selfish,” you reassured him gently. “But please, don’t ever doubt how much you mean to me, okay? You’re my one and only.”

Hyunjin buried his face in your chest, suddenly overcome with shyness. “I know,” he mumbled, fully relaxing to the sound of your heartbeat. “I’m yours…” There was a pause, then he let out a blissful sigh. “And you’re mine.”

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hi! dunno if you’re accepting requests, if not you can just ignore me !!

okay,, i love your blog and your writing and UGHH i’m kinda of a yoongi biased so your content heals smth inside of me :”

btw! idk if this is too specific but i was thinking maybe, an overworked yoongi that just finished his tour and the reader suggests going on vacation in her small hometown which is in another country (i’m italian and i live in a small town with just old people. 😃😄😃) and there really aren’t people who could recognize him— and he hesitantly agrees but when they go the few people there either give him weird stares (bcs they aren’t used to see asian people) or just compliment him in their language so he thinks the worst but in the end the reader comforts him somehow ?? maybe she even teaches him some words- idk !!

thank u and sorry if it’s long and definitely too specific <3 keep up the good work !!

My Italian is very minimal so I used Google Translate which I know is not always accurate so I apologize in advance for any mistakes. Hope this is okay!

Another Love Language

You stood in the doorway to your bedroom watching your husband groggily walk around the room. He had just finished his first solo tour and it had clearly taken a toll on him. You knew he was exhausted both physically and mentally and you wanted nothing more than to help him relax and recharge. Grabbing his hand you pulled him to your bathroom where you had a hot bath waiting. You helped him slowly get in the tub hearing his sigh as the hot water soothed his sore muscles. You handed him a glass of his favorite whiskey and started to massage his shoulders. “Thank you for all of this Y/N. You have no idea how much it means to me.”, he said. You kissed his cheek and just let him bask in the silence for a while.

You bit your lip nervous to bring up the topic you had planned. “Umm Yoongi, I was thinking that maybe we could go on a little trip back to my hometown.” You could feel his shoulders tense back up. He really didn’t like going on vacation anywhere because anytime the two of you left the house it resulted in paparazzi and fans taking photos and coming up to you two and he just didn’t find it relaxing. You continued anyways, “Just hear me out. It’s a small little town. Kind of in the middle of no where. I doubt anyone will even recognize you and the few that might won’t even come up to us. I think it’ll be nice for me to be able to go back home for a little and for you to get a break.” Yoongi thought for a little, “Personally I don’t want to go, but I want you to be able to go back home Y/N. So let’s do it.” You kissed his cheek in excitement and continued on with his bath trying to relax him.

A week later the two of you got off of a plane in your home country of Italy. After an hour long cab ride from the airport the two of you made it to your home town. Yoongi had never been there before so we was taking in all of the scenery and views, “Wow Y/N it’s beautiful here. Maybe we could get a little house here and make it a vacation home or something.” You smiled as you were happy that he already felt that way.

Back at the hotel the two of you unpacked and ordered a late dinner from room service. Once your meals were eaten and you both showered and changed you got in bed. Yoongi welcomed you with open arms before the two of you quickly fell asleep from the exhausting day of travel.

The following morning you wanted to take him to get breakfast at a really good cafe down the street from the hotel. It was a beautiful sunny day so you decided to walk. One the way there Yoongi noticed that he was getting quite a few stares. He was used to being stared at by this point in his career but you had promised no one would recognize him. He was starting to wonder if maybe all these people were wondering what you were doing with a guy like him. “You okay over there?”, you asked after noticing he seemed to be staring off into space. He smiled and grabbed your hand, “Yeah just taking it all in.”

When you got to the cafe you got a table for two sitting out on the patio. Since the town was so small it didn’t really get a lot of foreigners so there was never really a need to have translations available. Yoongi was thankful that you were there to help. The waiter, an older woman, walked over and greeted the two of you. She looked at you and then looked at Yoongi. He felt like she was judging him just like everyone else. After breakfast the two of you went sightseeing all around having a good time. Yoongi was starting to forget all about the stares and uncomfortableness from earlier.

The two of you were walking through a park when you came across a gelato cart. It sounded so good on the hot day so you made your way over. Yoongi told you what flavor he wanted and after you ordered you started making small talk with the vendor while she was preparing your treats. She looked between you and Yoongi several times. Yoongi felt that uneasiness again, like they were judging what you saw in him. Like why you had to find someone outside of your home country when there were plenty of men around there. The vendor began talking with you, “È il tuo fidanzato?” You shook your head, “No, è mio marito.” Yoongi hated feeling so lost. Now he knew how you felt when you first got to Korea.

The vendor continued, “E 'cosi' affascinante. Un sorriso così bello.” You smiled, “Grazie! È davvero sorprendente.” You took the two cones and started walking back to the hotel enjoying your treat. You noticed that Yoongi had become very quiet. “Do you like your gelato?”, you asked trying to get him to talk to you. He nodded his head but didn’t speak. When you got back to the hotel he immediately locked himself in the bathroom. Wanting to give him some space you went and sat out on the balcony to enjoy the view.

After about an hour you thought it was time to go check on him. You were surprised when you saw him laying on the bed with his arm swung over covering his face. Gently you sat down next to him on the bed ,”Yoongles are you okay? Do you not feel well?” All you got in return was a grunt. “Yoongi what is wrong with you? Do I need to get you some water or maybe medicine?” He still didn’t respond. Frustrated you grabbed his hand and pulled his arm away so he could look at you. That’s when you saw his eyes, red and filled with tears.

“Oh my god what happened?”, you asked feeling heartbroken seeing him like this. He sat up in the bed, “Its nothing Y/N. Don’t worry about it.” Wiping away some of the tears with your thumb, “How can you tell me it’s nothing? We were having such a good day and suddenly you’re crying. This was supposed to be a fun relaxing trip and now you’re crying.”

Yoongi started chuckling, “I just feel like everyone here is judging us. They probably think you could do so much better than me or they want to know how you ended up with someone like me. I mean that vendor kept looking at me and then looking at you like she was disgusted by me. Maybe they’re right and you should’ve married someone from around here.” You started laughing taking Yoongi by surprise, “Babe she said you were very handsome and had a beautiful smile. She said I was very lucky to have you. People in this town aren’t used to seeing people from other places in the world. They’re honestly probably just admiring you when they stare.”

He started to feel better although a little embarrassed. “Plus even if this entire country hated you it wouldn’t change how I felt. I’ll always love you.”, you said before planting a big kiss on him. You could see his smile begin to come back, “She was right you know. You do have a beautiful smile.”

“So say that a guy wanted to tell his wife that she was the most beautiful woman in the world and that he loved her, how would he say that in Italian?”, he asked shyly. “Mia moglie, sei così bella. ti amo.”, you said. He began to slowly repeat after you which caused your heart to melt. “I’m going to work on learning your language, but in the meantime how about I just show you what I mean?”, he said before pulling you on top of him while kissing you.

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Not sure your opinions on Bran Stark, but maybe him falling in love with the reader while they’re assorted into an arranged marriage? He grows jealous and decides he needs to keep you in Winterfell with him, so he does everything he can to make you his despite your oath of marriage to maybe a Lannister?

Or just any Bran Stark x Reader content, I love that man so much 🤭🤭

Yesss darling!! Baby I think I made it GN but if you catched a gender thingy let me know!

Summary: Bran didn’t like Y/N at first, so when their parents announced they were to be betrothed he refused. That hurts. But then Tommen came and he disliked that even more. He would show you that he is better than that bastard.

A/N: I do not follow the original storyline cause yeah no. We don’t do that here on this blog. Also fuck their winters and shit. In this story it’s just all 4 seasons in 1 year. And your house is Greenfield a (non-existing) house which is south of Winterfell and often associated with the Vale and shit.

It’s sort of very long headcanons :)

Tag list: @crownedtargaryen

Let me know if you want to be added babes

It was the summer of Bran’s thirteenth birthday, when they got the news. The Greenfield’s were coming to visit and they were bringing their child Y/N Greenfield. They were often talked about, how they would grow up to become one of the prettiest people alive. Bran couldn't care less. He just wanted to learn archery and not much more.

When the Greenfields arrived his whole family was running around making sure that everything looks perfect. "Robb, can we train this afternoon?" "Bran, we do not have the time for training, we need to prepare. Do something useful and go help father or something.” Stupid Greenfields, now they’ve ruined his weekly training session with Robb, what else are they going to ruin? On his way to his father he ran into his mother Catelyn. “Bran! What are you still doing in these clothes?! Go and put on sometching more formal! Don’t just stand here, GO!” His mother looked very nervous and it almost seemed like this visit would determine their fate as a house.

Deciding not to push the buttons of his mother even more he complied, and asked a servant to bring him some formal clothes. (You didn’t think he would do that himself now did you??). Once it was on his bed he begrudgingly put it on, already feeling as if he doesn’t really like the Greenfields one bit.

He begrudgingly went downstairs to meet with his parents. His parents, Robb, Sansa, Rickon,his adopted brother Jon and hell even Arya were dressed up. They all wore their best clothes for the visit

They all waited for the carriage to enter the gates of Winterfell and they didn’t have to wait long. A few minutes after everything gathered a carriage came into view. It was decorated with beautiful green ornaments and golden leaves on the sides.

Your father, mother and your 2 older brothers left the carriage before you and as last but definitely not least you.

“My lord stark, may I present to you. My eldest : Tobas, my second eldest: Darron. And my youngest : Y/N.” Your father spoke

“It’s a pleasure to meet you guys, really! Come on in! Let the kids get to know each other, they’ll be spending lots of time together in the future so…..” Ned spoke the last part quietly not wanting to reveal anything yet.

You stood there swaying on your feet until you spotted Bran, he looked around your age so you approached him, wanting to seem nice.

“Hi! My name is,” You couldn’t even finish your sentence before he walked away. “Y/N.” You were confused as to why he suddenly walked away. You were only trying to be nice.

“Don’t pay him any attention Y/N, my name is Sansa! Come, you can sit next to me at dinner.” She joined your guy’s arms and walked with you to where you would be staying at.

Ned and your father had made plans to unite your houses when you were born. Tobas and Darron were too old to be wedded to either Sansa or god forbid Arya. But you, you were the perfect age and being born only a few months after Bran? It was a miracle.

At the dinner the announcement was made and my god was it an experience

“Ned, thank you so much for hosting this amazing dinner for us. We couldn’t be more honoured and I believe that as a host you should be the one to announce it.”

“Thank you Duncas,” Ned cleared his throat before he said the words that ruined it all for Bran. “The Starks and Greenfields will be united through a marriage. Bran and Y/N are destined to be wedded as soon as Y/N turns eighteen. Until then they will spend much time together. Let’s all celebrate this alliance!”

Bran felt like he was going to puke. He didn’t want to marry anyone and why them?! They weren’t special or anything, so he sulked and pouted the entirety of the dinner.

You on the other hand already had a feeling when your father announced that you would be visiting Winterfell. You knew that it would be good for your family and Winterfell would be an important ally. Besides Bran wasn’t that bad looking. Wink wink

“Do you hear this Y/N?! We’ll be sisters!” It seemed like Sansa was more excited than your future husband. This was off to a great start.

Over the span of the following 5 years, Bran would be 18 and you would turn 18 later that year, you were forced to spend a lot of time together. Sansa had already accepted you as her sister and you really liked her. Bran on the other hand…..

He was a CUNT. Always ignoring you, making snide remarks about your looks or manners. “No Y/N, I don’t know how you do it down south but we don’t do that here in the North.” He would always make you feel insecure, like you didn’t belong there.

Bran wasn’t the best with women and he didn’t despise you contrary what you might believe. He just didn’t really express him self that good. Alright, he was just shit at communicating and thought it would be better to just make you stay away. :)

You practically lived in Winterfell and the Starks would be receiving some royal visitors. The Queen and her son Tommen would come to visit Winterfell. You were very excited because you never met them before and heard great stories about the future king.

“Sansa! Imagine that the prince would like one of us? Then we’d become the next queen! Isn’t that just a dream?” That is what Bran overheard when he was walking around the place.

“Do you think he could end your betrothal to my brother? If he does, promise me you will remember me!” “Sansa, I will never ever forget you!”

Next day at dinner he decided to do a teeny tiny bit of questioning, did you really like the prince? Were you so desperate to get away from him?

“So Y/N, excited for the visit of the prince?” He gave you a sweet angelic look

“Yeah! I’ve heard great stories about him. Did you hear that he is great at archery and sword fighting?! Like that’s so cool!”

Bran scoffed a bit and replied snarkier than he intended “Pff well I am good with bow and arrow as well you know?”

The day of the visit

You were practically running around, trying to look your absolute best for the prince. You were very intrigued by all the stories you heard the people tell.

“Children, please come to the courtyard, they are arriving!” You could hear Ned’s voice coming from downstairs. With a last glance at the mirror, and deciding you looked amazing as usual you went downstairs.

You took your spot next to your husband to be, who looked extremely happy to see you as he always does haha not. “Good morning Bran! Excited for the visit?” You almost shined with excitement. “Cant wait.” Bran first wanted to cancel the betrothal by making you and the prince a thing. But now as he heard you speak about the prince already without ever seeing him, and now seeing you radiating with energy he started to doubt his intentions.

Could it be possible that he didn’t want to lose you?

Well no time to think about it, Tommen is leaving the carriage and approaching him and you.

“Hello Bran, very nice to see you again. But who is this beautiful person next to you? Excuse me, but I never had the pleasure to mee you I think.” Tommen extended his hand which you gladly accepted, and he planted a gentle kiss on top of your hand.

“Your grace, my name is Y/N of the house Greenfield.” You were delighted that the prince even spoke to you.

“Ah the youngest of the Greenfields, I’ve heard stories about how you are considered one of the prettiest people alive. It is a pleasure to meet you.” Alright Bran was getting more annoyed by the second now, so the little devil he is decided to meddle a bit.

“I’m so lucky to have Y/N as my betrothed,” Bran wrapped his hands around you which took you by surprise. “I really have to thank my father for that.”

“Ah so you are the man lucky enough to be the betrothed of the prettiest person? Well consider yourself lucky Bran, I know a lot of people who would think not twice before offering their hand.”

“Yeah….. Very lucky indeed.” With that the Prince left to enter the castle and settle into a room.

“Alright what the fuck was that Bran?” you hissed at him.

“Whaaattttt? Can’t I appreciate my future wife?” He replied as if he had done nothing wrong.

“Well you didn’t do anything of the sorts the past 5 years so it’s a bit suspicious don’t you think?!”

You tried to walk away but he grabbed your hand and pulled you back in. “I meant what I said just now. Thought you should know.”

With that the future lord of Winterfell left you there standing alone in the middle of the courtyard. Very confused and stunned

You never truly disliked Bran but it seemed he did for a while. So where was this coming from?

“Y/N can you help me with my hair?” That was Sansa shouting at you from the window.

“I’m coming!”

The dinner disaster

What is it with people and placing people where they do not want to be?

On the head of the table was Ned, on his left side were Cathelyn, Arya, Sansa and Robb. On the other head was Cersei. To Ned’s right were Bran, you and then Tommen.

You were placed directly between them, how awkward.

“So Y/N, what do you enjoy doing these days here in Winterfell? I can imagine that it is very different than in the Vale.” The queen spoke to you. Oh my god she acknowledged you.

“Well you highness, even though it is indeed very different from the Vale I don’t think it are bad differences. The main one I had to adapt to is that it’s a bit colder. But as to what I enjoy doing, I really like to ride my horse in the woods. I enjoy reading in our library and recently I have followed some lessons alongside Sansa and Arya in stitching. Although I don’t know if that’s my thing or if it’s too “girly” for me.”

Next to speak was Tommen. “Reading and horseback riding? So many talents in one person, I imagine that the Gods decided to not divide it evenly and that someone missed out.” He said while clearly looking at Bran with the last statement.

Bran deciding to try to ignore Tommen as much as possible spoke to you in such a kind voice you thought he was a different person. “Y/N, what did you read as last again? I remember being very intrigued by it and I would like to read it as well.”

“Oh well, it was something called The history of the Throne. It was very interesting, the stories went back to almost the beginning of the Targaryen dynasty. It also described the dance of the dragons and all that drama in great detail!” You replied back sweetly, but speaking to Bran caused you to turn your back to Tommen which he didn’t really appreciate so he spoke again.

“Aha speaking about the dance of the dragons, do you like them? And who do you think was the rightful heir to the throne?”

So you turned around again now facing Tommen. “Do I like dragons? Who in their right mind doesn’t? The rightful heir, that a very difficult question. I fully understand Rhaenyra, buuuuutt I also understand where Alicent came from. She just thought that Viserys meant their son Aegon and from that point it all became very very confusing.” Tommen was smiling at the attention, Bran however was not.

Before he had the chance to speak the Queen spoke up and you were relieved to hear someone else speak for a while. You weren’t really listening so you were surprised when you heard your name being called by her. “Y/N, darling did you hear me?” “Sorry my Queen I was a bit distracted, could you repeat it for me please?” “I asked you if you like it here in Winterfell and if you look forward to your marriage with Bran?”

Bran grew anxious, if you said no he would be fucked and lose the person he loved.The queen would probably suggest you coming along with her and then marry the prince. Wait hold on did he just think that he loves you? Nono that must be a mistake right? I don’t love Y/N, or do I?

You noticed Bran spacing out and gently placed your hand on top of his and gave it a reassuring squeeze. This seemed to bring him back and he looked a bit surprised at you.

“My queen I can assure you that I’m really enjoying Winterfell and I coudnt be more excited for the wedding.” This seemed to shock almost everyone at the table, including Ned and Catelyn. Who tried on numerous occasions to change their sons mind.

“That’s good to hear. Tommen my dear, is everything okay? You look a bit pale.” All of your eyes went over to Tommen who indeed looked paler than normal, probably hoping you weren’t happy. You knew how Tommen must feel and pitied him a bit, so you leaned in close to him and whispered “I know a woman who would be lucky to meet you my prince, she is prettier than I am. Her name is Margaery Tyrell.”

Tommen instantly felt a lot better and couldn’t wait to leave Winterfell all of a sudden.

You and Bran? You guys got married the week after you turned 18, he is your little grumpy man.

[scarlettriot]

✨ THE BONDS THAT BIND US • PART ONE ✨

• Pairing: Kirishima X f!Reader (in time)

• Warnings: Talks of Murder and Assassination, Assault, Persecution. Smut will occur later so if you’re under the age of 18 or a blank/ageless blog DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS SERIES! If I missed anything, please let me know!

• Contents: Fantasy Setting, Dragon Kirishima, Chubby Librarian Reader. All characters are aged up to late 20s-early 30s. Part One is told mostly from Bakugo’s POV, Reader is the Librarian he meets.

• A/N: Made myself finish this chapter as a bday gift to myself. I know I have a lot of other chapter fics I really need to wrap up but this has been the only thing living in my head right now. I’ve drawn some inspiration from Yuzuya’s Fantasy series as well but this story is entirely different. If you haven’t checked out their audio series, seriously please do! I hope you all enjoy the first chapter of this adventure ♥︎

• Word Count: 3,200ish

The city of Spirefall stood tall on the horizon. To most people it was the shining gem of the entire country. But, to Katsuki, the place filled him to dread and anger as it loomed before them. He really didn’t want to get any closer, that was why he insisted on camping a few miles out, where they still had the forest for cover.

“I still don’t like this,” The Dragon Kin Prince grumbled his opinion for the umpteenth time since they woke up less than an hour ago. Most of his breakfast was still sizzling on his plate, untouched since he had no desire to take even a single bite.

“Yeah, but, we don’t have a better plan either.” Izuku brought up, “The library is at the city center. I’m certain they’ll have some useful information for us there.”

“Your stupid library didn’t…” Katsuki quipped right back.

Izuku just narrowed his eyes at one of his oldest friends. “My very small and woefully short supplied library doesn’t hold records and journals from ages past.” He had to remind the heir yet again.

From the time he was able to read, Izuku adored going to the small little library that was established just on the outskirts of his town. He’d go with his mother and come back with piles and piles of books and then go back the next day to do it all over again. As soon as he was old enough to seek an apprenticeship there, he had, and now he’d worked up to being a senior librarian, one of the highest titles someone could achieve.

“But, why couldn’t we have just put in a request to have the books sent to us like we have before!”

“Haven’t we been over this like 10 times since last night!”

The group looked over towards the irritable metallic dragon, lounging while he finished his second helping of food. The remark caused him to be whacked by a faded black to crimson wing belonging to the dragon he called brother.

“What Ei! You know I’m right!”

Eijiro shook his head and explained to the Prince, “You know how long it took us to walk here. It would’ve taken them twice that time to get the texts to us, and even then, we can only request so many at a time. We’ve been looking for the Opals for so damn long now. Just go into the city, hope to the Ancients they have some knowledge we don’t, and then get out.”

Even with all of the logic they placed in front of him, Prince Katsuki still hated going to the city that was responsible for slaughtering so many dragons, so many dragonkin too. He was just supposed to walk into their immaculate city and act like they weren’t a lot of murderers?

It’ll be fine, Katsuki.

Eijiro sent the words through their bond just for him to hear. It’d been a trick they could do ever since they took the oath and had their skin marked at the ages of 18. Beautiful swirls and designs in ink marked the journey they’ve taken together so far. It linked them to each other, a sworn promise to always protect and stand beside the other.

Mental communication wasn’t the only benefit to the marks though. They could also sense the other’s emotions, feel what they were feeling even when they were miles apart. And if they were miles apart, lost on their own, the bond always would lead them back to each other. So long as the other lived, they’d be tied together.

“Fine. C’mon, let’s get this over with.”

He cast his plate of food aside and pretended not to notice when Tetsu’s silver claws snatched it right up. Izuku shoveled the last of his breakfast into his mouth while gathering up his pack because Katsuki was already heading out of the glen, and Izuku would be left behind if he didn’t get a move on.

“What kind of city doesn’t allow weapons?” Katsuki grumbled as they walked past the checkpoint. He felt naked without his swords at his side. Luckily, if they really needed it, he could still use hand to hand or magic but that really wasn’t allowed here either.

“I know it doesn’t make sense to you, but the center of Spire has always been this way.” Izuku couldn’t go on too long of a history lesson because he knew the Prince would merely tune him out. “Out in the residential areas, people are allowed to use them with restrictions to protect their property but within the center, the city guards are expected to protect the market and the people here.”

“You mean those guards?”

Izuku looked off in the direction of the blonde’s scowl. Two guards were at the mouth of an alley, playing a dice game on a stack of crates, not paying a single bit of attention to what was going on around them.

All Izuku could do was shake his head and nudge Katsuki in the right direction. “Let’s just go, the library is this way.”

As much as he didn’t want to admit it, the city itself wasn’t bad. There were people selling food out of small stalls and he knew the dragon’s would be losing their minds if they were here, visiting each and every one of them. But, there were plenty of other shops around too, ones for reagents and gear, metal working, some jewelers, and so many clothing stores that he lost count!

Still, that bead of hate in his chest remained… a city that took so much from his people thrived this much and that made him feel ill.

Before he knew it though, they were walking up a massive set of marble stairs and through grand doors with golden swirled inlays. “So, where the hell do we start?”

“Well, the books written about the Opals themselves would probably be just in your generic information sections–”

“Yeah, but, we don’t need the generic shit. We got plenty of that information already.”

Izuku just rolled his eyes and went on. “Which is why I believe we should start in the lower levels where the personal records are stored.” He tapped his own notebook where he’d been gathering information about travelers and researchers who might have spotted them. “We’ve got a couple names, with any luck, a few of their journals might’ve found their way here.”

“Great, let's hurry it up.”

Together the two of them headed straight for the stairs only to be stopped before they could actually reach them. “Excuse me,” A woman grabbed their attention, “I’m sorry but you’re not able to go into the archives without an appointment and prior authorization from a senior librarian. Do you have an appointment?”

Katsuki went to open his mouth but Izuku spoke first. “We don’t but I do have this.” He pulled out his own credentials and hoped they’d do the trick.

“Oh, you’re from a sister branch! And not a close one either.”

He chuckled softly. “No, not close at all. I wasn’t aware you needed to make appointments at the main branch.”

“It’s just because we tend to get busy and sometimes we don’t have enough staff to escort people.” She looked around, “But, since it’s a slow day, I’m happy to help a fellow senior!” She led the way, beckoning them both to follow her down.

“So, what exactly are the two of you looking for? I assume it’s something specific since you’ve traveled such a long way.”

“We’re looking for information on some dragons.” Izuku answered bluntly.

There were quite a few different ways this stranger could’ve reacted but, considering the city they were in, neither Izuku or Katsuki expected her to spin around with narrowed brows and question, “Why?”

“None of your damn business.” Katsuki retorted. “We need information on the Opal Clan. Do you got it or not?”

Her arms folded in front of her and Izuku almost took a step back. “I asked, ‘why’. Tell me and I’ll let you know what, if any, information I possess.”

Katsuki could feel his blood beginning to boil and he started pushing up his sleeves before he thought better of it. He had another remark ready to go, right on the tip of his tongue, when the woman turned back around with a curt, “fine,” and led the pair further into the belly of the library.

Both men quickly realized they wouldn’t have gotten far at all with this woman’s help anyway. This library had far more security measures than Izuku’s. Magic in place around every corner.

It was quiet as she used a wand to dispel charms and wards to get them where they needed to go but finally, they reached a room that only bathed itself in light upon entering it. “Hopefully we can find what you need in here.”

The Prince’s eyes were bleary from looking at so many journals and scrolls. He swore the dark ink on well worn pages was blurring together even though the librarian and Izuku seemed to be having no trouble at all keeping on.

“Your glasses are in my bag.” Izuku gently reminded him after noticing the way he pushed the heel of his palm further into his eye socket. But, he merely grumbled something about not needing them and held up yet another journal.

He didn’t get very far though before the scratching of quill to paper had his eyes glancing up at the librarian. She’d been busy like this since they’d told her exactly what they were looking for. He still couldn’t figure out what made her change her mind but he wasn’t about to complain. Not when she’d laid out a handful of nesting locations they could check as well as drew them maps detailing how to get to each of them.

“How do you know all about this stuff?” He asked after watching her outline a mountain range.

“I read.” Her answers had been short ever since he’d snapped at her and if he was being honest, he was getting more than a little sick of it.

“Were the dragon’s your area of study to get your senior title?” She nodded her head when Izuku asked. “I see. Mine covered the various sources of magic.”

“So, I’m assuming you did a fair amount of draconic research too.”

“I did.” Izuku smiled broadly. “Obviously not as detailed as you. I just know where a few clans can typically be found but the magic they possess I’m pretty well versed in.”

The two went back and forth. Sharing little bits of information they’d gathered over their years of study. Katsuki sat back and observed. Learned what personal details she let slip about herself.

She’s never left the city of Spirefall, she was raised in the library, everything she’s learned has been from the books and people who drop them off. Woman must’ve been like a damn sponge to retain this much information… even more so than Izuku himself.

He let Izuku do damn near all the talking with her but, eventually, he couldn’t keep the singular question in any longer. “Why?” He breathed.

“Pardon?”

“Why?” This time it had a little more acid to it. “Spirefall… this place you call home, is responsible for so much murder and destruction of dragon kind. So, why study them? Why do you care? Are you feeding information to the hunters? Because we’re not them! We’re not gonna take this information and–”

“Kacchan!” Izuku finally cut him off, “I’m so sorry–”

The librarian just held up a hand. “If I thought you were going to do anything to harm the dragons, I wouldn’t have allowed you down here in the first place.”

“So, you’re just that trusting then, huh?”

“Absolutely not.” She shook her head up then glanced at his arm that was still covered. “I saw what you’re hiding under that sleeve. I’ve never seen one in person but I’ve seen plenty of drawings to know what a life bond looks like when I see one. Your intent must be pure or you wouldn’t have it in the first place.” Her eyes met his then, “you were also smart enough not to bring them into the city with you. That alone shows me how much you care and it is why you’re here rather than thrown out on your ass.”

Izuku’s eyes went wide, his mouth opening and closing trying to figure out something he could say to calm what he was sure would be an irate Katsuki but the blonde was just as stupefied. His friends were the only people able to get away with speaking to him so candidly and even then they usually got an earful but right now, Katsuki was stunned silent.

“I suppose just because you are friends with a librarian doesn’t mean you understand what it means to actually be one, so, allow me to explain it clearly for you: We uphold history and truth, we are protectors of knowledge, and always seek to learn more and expand what we already know.” Her voice dropped to a whisper even though there was no one else in the room to hear her words. “We keep history that certain Emperors would see destroyed if it ever saw the light of day. We are few though, our voices are silenced if we ever try sharing what we know. So, we keep history safe, until there is a day when the truth will actually be heard and believed rather than dismissed by small minded men filled with generations of hate.”

Katsuki didn’t know what to say. Words were trapped in his throat.

“Does that mean proof of the rogue dragon faction really does exist?” Izuku asked just as quietly. “If it does, dragon kind could be exonerated of all these horrible accusations. The Obsidians would no longer be blamed for the slaughter of the original royal–”

“It wouldn’t matter.” Katsuki said quietly when he found his voice again.

“What?! It would prove their innocence. They could fly without fear!”

“Keep your damn voice down.” He hissed and smacked the back of his friend's head. “You know as well as I do the dragon’s tried clearing themselves ages ago when the assassination first happened and plenty of people and places believed them. There are cities and nations where they’re safe. Just not within the lands the Flame Emperor rules… He built his empire on rage and it runs on revenge. It’s rooted so deep that he’d rather destroy proof of innocence than admit he was wrong.”

The librarian nodded her head and Katsuki understood then that she too knew what it was like to live with a truth that no one wanted to hear let alone believe.

“It’s safe here though, yes? Whatever this proof is?” He asked her.

For the first time, she gave him a small smile, “I never said it was here but, yes, it’s safe.”

Katsuki thought a lot about that librarian even after they’d left the city with Izuku’s bag now teeming with new information.

He was quiet the whole way back to camp wondering how many people have tried getting information about the dragons and how many of them she kicked out on their asses, as she so kindly put it. He still didn’t really trust her and he hated Spirefall and the Emperor who called it home. But, it was refreshing to know there was at least someone they could turn to in the city if needed.

She welcomed them back any time, so long as their dragon comrades never stepped foot in the city, and he assured her that would never happen. And, technically, it hadn’t.

When he’d returned to the city later that night in hopes of gaining more information regarding some other clans Katsuki never expected he’d find you cornered by a group of hunters. Just outside the library, belongings scattered on the floor while they pulled and tore at your clothing, not a guard in sight, big surprise.

Having his sword would’ve been ideal but he’d been in a brawl or two, and he had no trouble showing these useless skin sacks what sparring with dragons on a regular basis taught him.

He had one by the hood of his cloak, yanking him backwards hard and fast, tripping him to the ground and elbowing his brow before he could stand back up. One of his comrades turned but Katsuki ducked low and simply flipped them over his shoulder and stomped on their chest for good measure, grabbing your arm before the third fully realized what the hell was going on. Of course, when they did, they only screamed for the guards who suddenly came running.

“Why the hells are they chasing us! You were the one getting attacked!”

“Hunters are basically honorary guards here. They’re well respected. It’ll be my word against theirs and mine will lose!” She explained while running alongside him, “You need to leave before you’re captured.”

He felt her try and pull away but his grip was too strong as he pulled her along. “What will happen to you?”

“Don’t worry about that!”

That answer wasn’t good enough for Katsuki though.

The fire was still going but everyone else at camp was calming down for the night, Eijiro included. He’d been laying out his bed roll when the baby hairs on the back of his neck rose and he felt a wave of panic throughout his whole body.

“It’s Kacchan, isn’t it?” Izuku noticed the redhead go deathly still.

“He’s in trouble… everyone needs to get in the forest, now, I’m going after him!” He was already yanking his shirt over his head.

“Eijiro! Let one of us go!”

“You won’t get there fast enough!” And neither would he unless he transformed.

Any plan would’ve been smarter than him transforming and flying to the city that would have him killed on sight. Even Tet or Mina would’ve stood a better chance but they wouldn’t be able to locate Katsuki like he could. He couldn’t risk it.

He let his wings unfurl and shook the trees around him as he took off, sailing low for the time being and trusting Katsuki would find a way to get to his location. The water was calm and he was thankful no one was on it. He waited silently until he heard explosions and yelling from the city above and then he shot himself upward just as Katsuki flung himself over the cliffside with someone he didn’t know. He felt them both land and then took off faster than he’d ever flown as projectiles were hurled at them.

Katsuki let his own magic fly along with colorful swears and he felt the other body clinging to his spines for dear life. But less than a minute later, they were well out of range. Out of sight too. Safe for now.

A/N: Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed part one! If you want to be tagged in future updates comment below. You must have your age in your profile to be added to the tag list! Thank you ♥︎♥︎♥︎

[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

Francis Drake Main Story

Translations may not always capture the exact nuances or tone of the original text. Expect grammatical errors.

Blank, ageless, and suspicious blogs will be blocked.

The worry about the vampire hunter increased, but as Drake and everyone else said, we continued to live our daily lives as usual.

One afternoon, I walked to the university carrying a meal for Isaac.

I lowered my gaze to the basket lid, ensuring that its contents were hidden, and remembered my conversation with Sebastian.

------------Flashback-----------

Sebastian: "Shall I be the one to deliver Isaac's meals for a while? You seemed concerned about the vampire hunters."

(Sebastian's concern is appreciated, but...)

Sebastian already handled more tasks in the mansion than I did.

It would be pathetic to keep asking him for a favor just because I was scared.

Mitsuki: "It's okay. I'll handle the deliveries since they don't really check the packages."

---------Flashback Ends---------

(Yeah, there's no need to be jittery about this.)

As I recalled that and turned a corner, I heard a sudden, loud voice.

???: "You think you can just steal from me, you brat!"

The sudden, loud voice echoed around the area, startling me.

(That surprised me. I wonder what's happening.)

I looked towards the commotion and saw a shop owner grabbing a girl's arm.

(That girl...)

------------Flashback-----------

Drake: "I knew it. I thought something like this would happen."

Girl: "Let go!"

---------Flashback Ends---------

(Right. She tried to steal my wallet the other day.)

The girl still had those sharp, animal-like eyes, just as she did that day.

Townsperson 1: "It seems like that kid shoplifted."

Townsperson 2: "Bad upbringing, I tell you. What are her parents even doing?"

The people around them frowned and whispered about the girl.

Girl: "I didn't do anything! Let me go!"

Shopkeeper: "Stop lying. I know you hid it in this bag."

When the shop owner pulled the bag the girl was wearing, the bottom ripped open, causing several apples and oranges to roll onto the ground.

Shopkeeper: "Look. This is more than just a prank. I'll hand you over to the police."

The girl, unable to come up with an excuse, glared at the shopkeeper.

Girl: "It's your fault for chit-chatting with that guy. You're practically asking me to steal with all those openings!"

Shopkeeper: "What did you say!?"

The shopkeeper's face turned red, and he raised his hand threateningly.

(Oh no!)

I rushed forward and embraced the girl, squeezing my eyes shut in anticipation of pain. But then suddenly, I heard a defiant voice.

Drake: "Hey, ease up on my little fawn there."

Mitsuki: "Drake!"

I raised my head and saw Drake stop the shopkeeper's arm.

Shopkeeper: "What's the deal with you guys? Are you this kid's family?"

Drake: "No, I have nothing to do with this kid. I just stood up for this overly kind lady here."

The shopkeeper's gaze turned toward me.

Mitsuki: "I-I'm not related to this child either. However, I cannot overlook violence against children."

Mitsuki: "I'll pay for the things she stole, so could you let it slide this time?"

Girl: "----!"

Shopkeeper: "I'm the victim here. I won't be satisfied until I teach her a lesson."

Drake: "Come on, old man. I get where you're coming from, but Mitsuki's only protecting the kid."

Drake: "And if that's the case, I can't back down either. So how about putting your fists down?"

Shopkeeper: "Grgh…"

Drake continued to effortlessly hold the shopkeeper's arm while wearing a faint smile.

(He's smiling, but why do I still feel a sense of intimidation?)

Eventually, the shopkeeper lowered his fist, reluctantly took the money I offered, and returned to the shop.

The onlookers dispersed, seemingly losing interest, and the town regained its peaceful atmosphere as if nothing had happened.

As Drake picked up the fallen fruits, I asked the girl who was looking down at the ground.

Mitsuki: "Hey, I'm Mitsuki. What's your name?"

Karen: "Karen."

Mitsuki: "Karen, I'm glad you're not hurt."

Karen: "Why did you help me? And even pay for it?"

Mitsuki: "I couldn't just leave you alone. It was my own choice, so don't worry about it."

Mitsuki: "But what you did was a crime. I can't always protect you from that."

At this, Karen stuttered slightly.

Karen: "My family, well, my mother is ill and needs food."

(For her mother's sake...)

(If only she had someone reliable to turn to, she probably wouldn't resort to shoplifting.)

Right then, the only thing I could do was pay for the fruit she had taken.

It was frustrating, but I still managed to offer a smile.

Mitsuki: "I hope your mother gets better soon."

Karen: "........."

Drake: "Here you go, kiddo. Make sure to take care of these on your way home."

Drake handed over the fruits, and Karen, still looking down, softly spoke.

Karen: "Um, you see..."

Mitsuki: "What is it?"

Karen: "I'll have some money soon. I promise to pay you back when that time comes."

Mitsuki: "Okay, I understand. It's a promise."

I watched Karen as she ran off, full of energy, promising to meet by the banks of the Seine River in three days.

Mitsuki: "She must be worried about her mother. It's not easy for a child to earn enough money."

Drake, who was also watching her small figure, muttered beside me.

Drake: "Mitsuki, I might be meddling, but I don't think that kid will come."

Mitsuki: "Huh? But一"

Drake: “You can tell she’s lying just by looking into her eyes.”

He’d mentioned before that he had done similar things in the past, but...

Mitsuki: “We won’t know until that day comes.”

Mitsuki: “We made a promise, so there’s no harm in giving her the benefit of the doubt.”

Drake: “So you’ll try to believe in her, huh?”

He furrowed his eyebrows and gently bumped his knuckles against my forehead.

Drake: “More importantly, it’s dangerous to run off like that in such situations, little fawn. You surprisingly don’t think about the consequences.”

Mitsuki: “Ugh, I’m sorry. My body moved on its own.”

Mitsuki: “Thank you for helping me, Drake.”

Drake: “Well, it’s fine. It’s something I did on my own, so don’t worry about it.”

Drake chuckled as he mimicked the words I said to Karen earlier.

Drake: “If something happens to you, it’ll be boring from now on.”

Mitsuki: “Boring? What do you mean?”

Drake: “Exactly what I said.”

He stepped closer and gently lifted my chin.

Drake: “I’m very interested in you, so I want to keep watching you by your side.”

(........)

Not knowing how to respond, I watched as he raised both arms and stretched.

Drake: “Well, I’ve had my break, so I should probably get back to work now. What about you, Mitsuki?”

Mitsuki: “I was on my way to deliver lunch to Isaac.”

Mitsuki: “Crap, I ran earlier. I hope the sandwich didn’t fall apart.”

I looked into the basket, and...

(Huh?)

The sandwiches seemed to be fine, but I noticed a discrepancy in the number of rouge.

(It used to be three recently, but today there are only two.)

(I properly closed the basket and didn't drop them like last time.)

I looked around, but I couldn't find any bottles.

(Come to think of it, Isaac mentioned that he's going to be less busy soon and will come home early.)

Maybe he reduced the rouge for that reason?

Drake: "Is something wrong, little fawn?"

Mitsuki: "Oh, uh, nothing. The sandwich is fine."

Drake: "Well, that's good. Next time, you should bring me some, too."

Mitsuki: "Sure! I'll put your favorite stuff in it. What do you want?"

Drake: "Meat. Definitely meat. Well, fish is tempting too, but meat."

We chatted as we continued walking side by side.

After parting with Mitsuki, Karen checked the alley to ensure there were no people around.

Then she looked down at the fruits in her arms.

Karen: "Haha, I scored. Those idiots really believed I had a sick parent."

Karen: "But I was happy that person stood up for me."

Remembering how Mitsuki hugged her just before the shopkeeper was about to hit her, Karen's eyes trembled slightly.

But she shook her head to dispel those unsettling feelings.

Karen: "Hmph, they're just easy targets. Besides, this time, I really managed to get something valuable!"

Karen reached into her pocket and pulled out something she had discreetly stolen from Mitsuki's basket. But it wasn't something valuable.

It was a small bottle filled with red liquid.

Karen: "What is this, juice?"

As Karen furrowed her eyebrows and gazed at the bottle, multiple footsteps approached and stopped in front of her.

She looked up to find several men in long cloaks with swords at their sides standing before her.

Man: "Girl, what is that thing you have?"

Karen had no idea that these men were vampire hunters.

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[soullessjack]

so before I conk out for the night I wanna try and explain all the more complicated stuff with baby!jack and like, how exactly it is more complicated, because not only do I think my own temper tends to make me address it very accusingly and in bad-faith, but also it’s just important to know in the long run. I really hope this is actually worth it because I am sadly very used to wasting my words on people who do not want to listen and also because I’m sleepy and delaying it to make this.

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first and foremost, jack being autistic was not something anybody in the show was planning or intending for his character. it wasn’t something alcal had in his head to portray jack and it wasn’t something he was directed to portray. jack is very much a case of what I call accidental autism, or having autism coding; all of the traits that were meant to indicate that he’s a supernatural being wound up aligning very well with autistic traits (as is the case with many nonhuman characters like robots or aliens). then, autistic people in the fandom pointed it out and made it a popular headcanon, which was then brought up to alcal at a convention and basically confirmed/canonized from there.

i wasn’t on tumblr in 2017 (unless you count opening link tabs from other websites) so I wasn’t “there” for babyjack, but you don’t really have to be there to get it. guy is chronologically three years old but an adult in every other way because supernatural creature logic, people wonder “hey what if he was his actual age.” and it’s cute for a little bit, it’s a chance for the poor heavily traumatized guy to catch a break. you see the appeal of that sort of content. nobody’s doing it with bad intentions or even the remotest idea of jack being autistic.

but even though I wasn’t on tumblr for jacks appearance on the show, again I did have minor access to tumblr posts via Pinterest and links, so I could see the “discussions” and whatever. and let me tell you. I was thirteen years old. in eighth grade. when he showed up. and even then I noticed this .. pattern? in the fanart and the talk and all and I remember specifically thinking “yeah I get it he’s baby, but can we actually talk about him” because literally nobody as far as I could see was doing it.

that was six-almost-seven years ago. I am now 19 years old, almost two years graduated from high school, and save for a few blogs (bless u for your work folks), there is still a shocking amount of ppl who just Do Not think about jack with any sort of nuance or complexity. who don’t even engage w his character unless he’s a babyI also didn’t keep up with babyjack cuz it never appealed to me in the first place, But as i got more engrossed in the fandom i saw that it pretty much became the only content being made for jacks character. no in depth discussion or actual canon fanart or anything like that for jack unless u go to a very tiny cobwebby corner of the fandom basically.

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if you’re wondering how this comes back to jack being autistic, don’t worry. this is the introduction to that topic. so reiterating the first two things:

in 2017 jack is immediately clocked as precious baby smol bean must protecc material and his whole age situation + all the trauma he basically speedruns leads to au’s where he matches his chronological age. poor boy never stood a chance at being examined critically as a complex person.

(also this is not a time-lined post but it’s very important to add 2017 to gauge the span of this content and also the internet fandom culture of that era).

somewhere down the line autistic fans pick up on Jack’s traits and connect it to our own traits. hashtag autistic jack kline is real and eventually it reaches the silly actor man alcal and the long short of his answer is “representation and having that kind of connection is important so if you think he’s autistic then he’s autistic.” canon by destiel rules basically

However, the entire time that jack is being recognized as autistic and praised/appreciated as representation, people are still going strong with baby!jack content, so strong in fact that it’s insisted as actual canon by some. and I kind of get it. they’re two lil headcanon niches and aren’t gonna cross paths a whole lot. but they still do because it’s the same character and people are sort of starting to connect the dots that Hey This Is Kind Of Weird. autism gang notices that baby gang’s reasoning for Jack being a baby (besides the age) is just his autistic traits. not great! not fun! people start making tiny criticisms of it here and there.

and of course there’s people in the fandom who want to Fuck The Guy and that totally does not pour gasoline on the fire when the discourse is about whether or not the Guy In Question is a mentally stunted large child or just a really autistic teenager.

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I can’t finish this post I’m sorry I am Not going to bed at 3am again. TLDR every criticism is ignored and the babyjack people keep doing their thang and the really really annoying ones insist it’s canon and call u a pedophile if u want to fuck the guy and just refuse to really acknowledge that they are being ableist at the point in time after he is established to be autistic and also there’s multiple points in the show that literally make it so obvious he’s an adult but no. Ignore whatever u want to pretend he’s a baby.

TLDR again accidentally autistic character creates accidental ableism that people keep double downing on and NOW the general problem is that they are doubling down.

lastly. a LOT of you really and truly need to reconsider why the only way you are willing or able to engage with an autistic teenager character is if they are an infant with absolutely no semblance of personality or development from the actual show AND being specifically depicted this way in order to create the idea of your ship or found family being domestic AND you continuously ignore criticisms of it by autistic people who are telling you it is harmful and rooted in some bad shit. you really really truly genuinely no exaggeration really need to do some thinking about why the fuck you’re doing all that. Goodnight everybody

[spookyscarydemonbabe]

🖤Gareth Emerson NSFW Alphabet🖤

A/N- I’m sure a lot of people have already seen this but i promise i’m the same person 😅 my original blog was accidentally deleted so i’m essentially starting over from scratch, i don’t have absolutely everything but i was able to recover most of my old work through my friend @imagine-all-the-imagines (if you haven’t read their fics i HIGHLY recommend it), but i figured i’d try to get back into the swing of things and post my NSFW alphabets and some of my other older fics to have all my old followers (and hopefully some new ones) find me

Gareth has been aged up to 18 for these :)

This is NSFW content, minors do not interact

A- Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He’s a big cuddler so expect to hold him immediately after. He always needs a few minutes just to recollect himself but afterwards he’ll help clean you up and get you anything you need before climbing right back into bed.

B- Body Part (their favorite body part of theirs and their partners)

His favorite part on himself is his hair, and to be completely honest he loves looking at it in the mirror right after you finish riding him. The way it’s all disheveled and messed up, some of it sticking to his forehead from sweating under you. He loves knowing you can make him look that way.

He loves your lips. The way they curl up when you smile, the way you press them together before a fit of giggles, the softness of them when you kiss him.

C- Cum (anything to do with cum)

For some reason, he always gets a little embarrassed when he cums. Even after the two of you have been together plenty of times, he gets a little embarrassed having you see him in such a vulnerable state, especially because he doesn’t want to disappoint you by cumming too early. You’ll clean him up and praise him, telling him it’s ok and there’s absolutely nothing wrong with it, and you’ll go back to whatever it was your were doing. I mean let’s be for real, there’s nothing hotter than when a guy cums too early.

D- Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs)

He gets hard just from making out with you, which is why he’s not a huge fan of PDA. He’ll hold your hand and give you little kisses every now and then but he knows it’s difficult to control himself when it gets any further than that so he tries to keep it to a minimum.

E- Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Very little experience. He’s pretty introverted and has a difficult time starting conversations with people so it was hard enough for him to even talk to you, so he’s only really had experience with kissing. Just times where he was invited out to a few parties and the alcohol gave him a bit more confidence than normal.

F- Favorite position (pretty self explanatory)

Loves when you’re on top, riding him with your hands on his chest. He’s on the submissive side so he prefers it when you take control and he loves getting to see how you like to take charge and use him to your hearts content.

G- Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous?)

If he’s being goofy it’s usually not the intention, his filter goes completely out the window so he’ll sometimes say whatever comes to mind and it’ll get you into a fit of giggles. The first time he saw you naked he stood silent and stared, just muttering nonsense because he was trying to figure out if you standing there was a dream or not. Adorable.

H- Hair (how well groomed are they?)

He likes to stay pretty well kept and he likes to manscape every few weeks. He never shaves it completely bare though, he just likes to make sure he looks good for you, though you could really care less.

I- Intimacy (how romantic are they in the moment?)

The most romantic guy ever, i’m talking body worship, roses, chocolate. Expect it at least once or twice a month, he ADORES you and wants you to know it. Each time the two of you have sex he can’t help but fall more and more in love with you and he loves to show you how much he worships you.

J- Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Before he met you it wasn’t something he did often, but as soon as the two of you were together it was constant. Each time he closes his eyes all he sees is your body splayed out on his bed, one of his shirts draped over your frame with your panties showing just under the hem and he can’t control himself. He has to keep his duck tucked into his waistband because he knows he’s going to get hard wether he likes it or not.

K- Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Praise kink 100%. He loves being taken care of and told how good he’s doing when you show him how to pleasure you. The first time he heard you call him a good boy he came almost immediately. And he loves calling you mommy when he’s feeling a little more vulnerable.

L- Location (favorite places to do the do)

He’s not super comfortable with doing it in any places other than beds or couches, though he’s not opposed to trying it in the back seat of his car. It’ll just take a lot of convincing.

M- Motivation (what turns them on)

He likes getting to take you out and show you off, seeing other people stare and get jealous that he has you is a huge turn on. He loves knowing that everyone wants what he has.

N- No (something they wouldn’t do)

Hardcore BDSM. He’s not opposed to handcuffs or blindfolds but he doesn’t like the thought of causing any kind of harm to you so he draws the like after those two. He’s not opposed to pegging, but it’s something that’ll take a while for him to warm up to.

O- Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Prefers to receive rather than give. Since he doesn’t have a ton of experience in that department, he doesn’t want to do something that you won’t like so he prefers to have you suck him off. He does it if you ask him to, but you’ll have to guide him through the whole thing and tell him what to do.

P- Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He likes to take things slow if he’s on top, but if you’re riding him he doesn’t care, he wants you to use him however you please. He wants to be able to savor you and hold onto you and just wants you to use him like a toy.

Q- Quickie (their opinions on quickies)

Not a fan but he’s not opposed to it. He really wants to be able to take his time with you and worship you and quickies just don’t have the time required for him to do so.

R- Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He gets nervous around you still when you have sex so doing it in places other than on a bed in private is off the table. The farthest he’ll go is doing it in the basement while your parents are upstairs.

S- Stamina (how many rounds can they go? how long can they last?)

He can usually only last one round, he hates very overstimulated during sex and he needs a little while to rest and recollect himself. If you let him rest for longer periods of time you can usually manage to do it at least another time during the day but you’ll need to do most of the work.

T- Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or on themselves?)

No toys for himself, but he doesn’t mind you bringing yours into the bedroom. He likes to use your bullet vibrators on himself though, and he’ll ask you to hold it to his tip while you jerk him off.

U- Unfair (how much do they like to tease?)

He doesn’t like to tease you, he doesn’t think he’s very good at it, but he loves it when you tease him. Putting your hand on his thigh and squeezing it under the table, pressing up just a little too close to him when you lean up for a kiss, even just sitting too close to him on the couch will make him shudder from your touch.

V- Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He keeps himself pretty quiet but if he’s really into it he’ll make himself a bit louder. He moans of course but he’s a huge whimperer, he’s such a needy boy.

W- Wild card (random HC)

He loves it when you wear his vest in bed, or even his clothes in general. Seeing you wearing one of his shirts in bed after you wake up is the hottest thing he’s ever seen in his life, and all he wants to do is give you his shirts and hoodies to ‘borrow’ just so he can see you in them.

X- X-Ray (what’s going on under the waistband 👀)

He’s pretty average, just slightly above and close to 6.5 inches. It’s pretty veiny and you can feel each one of them pulse when he gets close to finishing. And his head is so sensitive, it’s very difficult for him to last long inside you.

Y- Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Gareth has a surprisingly high sex drive. Although it only really happens when he’s around you. He just can’t help himself, he thinks that everything about you is so sexy all he wants is for you to stay locked in his bedroom for hours on end.

Z- Zzz (how quickly do they fall asleep afterwards?)

Very sleepy afterwards. You really tire him out so before he gets up again to help you clean up he always needs to take a quick cat nap and recollect himself. He’s usually very sore the morning after.

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Promo?

As the camera flickered to life, the sight of a dingy, grossly fluorescent-lighted room with several cells of fiberglass could be seen. Behind the glass was a large group, none of whom could be older than sixteen years old. On the opposing side, young adults stood, gazing in on them with both pity and determination. From behind the camera as it flickered, a little voice could be heard as the video came over your screen. It softly said:

"O-Okay... Testing, testing... W-We're a go. Tape #12, interview #8."

"Come on, you guys. This is the one way we can ensure your safety and get you leniency with the judge. All you need to do is tell us where she is. It isn't that hard..."

"It's just like we said a million times, she's dead."

The girl said this with a scowl, moving her witch-like hat to cover a portion of her face, as if to hide some sort of vulnerability from being exposed.

"We never found a body. And with no body, that leads us to two conclusions: either she's alive and you're all covering for her, or you're all guilty of gross abuse and mutilation of a corpse. Or you ate her, which is another gross possibility I really don't even want to consider."

"Nishishishi~! What're you gonna do, test the contents of our stomachs~? Hm~? Don't you know how much precious money is wasted on doing those stupid little tests when you don't even have proof we're guilty in this instance? Besides, I already gave over her location: in Shisuta Town behind Yamamoto's Car Emporium."

"We checked there. You're quite the sly liar, Kokichi Ouma. But that won't save you now. Or did all that waterboarding torture do nothing to convince you of asking for mercy?"

"Mercy...? Where was that mercy when we were kids...? Where was that mercy when the world forced us through hell and back just because it felt like it...? You're just mad that she finally let us be happy... There was never a problem when we were suffering, was there...? No... It's only ever a problem when we fight back and stand up for ourselves... We won't betray our mother..."

"It's just as Mikan said. We'll take her location to our graves. We'll protect her until our dying breaths. We all owe her at least that much. And that includes her secrets dying with us."

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[daddy-deathslinger]

Um hi as you can tell from my username I am a HARDCORE simpslinger and I saw you did a thingy just now um.

if ur requests are open could I plz maybe get a Drabble or smthn where Caleb reunites with his S/O from before the Realm, except his S/O has become a Killer just like him? If your requests are closed that’s totally fine you can ignore this

I also wanna say I love ur content you and the. Three other Deathslinger blogs on here have been feeding my Caleb addiction so. Uh. Thank you vv much!

Hi hello there! Firstly, I wanna give a little nudge towards a thingy I wrote ages ago, about this exact thing happening :3 

Secondly, thank you so much for the kind words! ❤️ Thirdly, here’s a little thingy of your request cus it’s such a nice one and I wanted to do it again! 

Caleb reunites with his S/O in Glenvale, and now they're both killers in the Entity's realm:

The Entity never lets the killers “hang out” with each other. The killers are alone in their realms in between trials, to further their torment and anger. 

That being said, when Caleb realized that Glenvale had gotten bigger somehow, he didn’t feel angry or tormented at all. He felt excited, renewed.

There wasn’t just the bar there anymore, there now was a bank house and a small county prison. 

Caleb remembered these places faintly, only having visited Glenvale one or two times, but it still felt really good to have some new places to roam around and explore.

Even though he didn’t like bankers or sheriffs, their buildings here gave him a feeling of familiarity that he desperately longed for in this hellhole. 

He was eager to explore everything the bank had to offer, maybe find some clues as to how to get out of here once and for all. So one day, he went exploring.

And boy, did he find something worth writing home about.

The first thing he noticed, funnily enough, was your perfume. It was a familiar scent, a scent that he’d missed so dearly while being stuck here. And did it smell as heavenly as ever.

But how could this be? You couldn’t possibly be here? Was this a trick of the mind, or of the Entity? Caleb grew cautious, readying his Redeemer in case there was trouble ahead.

Slowly making his way through the bank building, he looked out for any odd things or sounds, but everything seemed as dead as the rest of the town. 

Then, as he went upstairs to the rooms they usually kept the money in, he saw you.

There you were, busy as ever, searching through boxes and desks, a disappointed frown on your face.

“How in the hell can’t there be any money here? What the actual…”

Caleb stood still in the doorway, just looking at you. He hadn’t seen you in years, not since he heard you got caught up North by the police. 

“Y/N?” he whispered, still not sure if this was some kind of dream. 

You quickly looked up, readying your pistol. The look on your face as you saw your lover standing in the doorway to the offices was something else.

“Caleb? What in the goddamn…”

Caleb suddenly started chuckling, not caring if it was a dream or not anymore. He walked towards you, catching you in a tight embrace that you mirrored almost instantly.

“Caleb…” you whispered, your hug tightening. “Caleb, what in god’s name are ya doing here? I heard you got blown up at Hellshire!”

“I didn’t, I- I got trapped here. How in the world did you find me?”

“Find you? I was just out on an errand with the gang, and then suddenly… I woke up here!” you said, the two of you sitting down at a desk to gather yourselves.

Caleb chuckled again. An errand, indeed. You were an infamous bank robber, who had spread fear across the west with your brutal crimes and merciless gang. How in the world you had ended up here was beyond him, but somehow he thought he might have a clue as to what had brought you here. The same thing that brought him here, the Entity.

Caleb asked you to tell him what you last remembered, and you told him about how your gang had gotten ambushed by sheriffs on your last mission. You had fought bravely and bested the sheriffs, and as you, as the gang leader, had made the decision to take some prisoners and torture them, the fog had emerged.

Caleb shivered at the thought of the cold fog, the same fog he had seen before he got taken from Hellshire.

As absurd as this situation was, Caleb knew what it meant, and as you again started blabbering about there not being any money in this bank, he grinned wickedly.

“Darlin’, I think you might have another role here that’s not about robbing anymore banks…”

[libraryofloveletters]

Hii! 🫶🏻 First and foremost, massive congratulations on reaching 4k followers!! 🥳💗 I truly could not think of anyone who is more deserving of this accomplishment and far beyond it than you. Your blog is exceptional and one that I’m so absolutely in love with — notifications are turned on (for all of your accounts) and I’m also checking daily because your shared posts and especially your very beautifully and masterfully written work never ever fails to bring a smile to my face, brighten my whole day, and just overall really make everything better no matter what. I never want to miss a post and I’ll never stop rereading since every read, whether it be new or old, is blissful for me and holds a special place in my heart.

Anyway, I didn’t mean to rant… lol. I just wanted you to know how deeply loved and appreciated your content is and, above all, how deeply beloved and valued you are. I am so thankful for the way you’ve made this such a safe space for so many of us and sharing your creative stories that allows us to escape from reality and just embrace our mutual passions and feel utterly happy. So, to say that I’m insanely proud of you and happy for you is beyond an understatement. Again, congratulations and I’m so looking forward to the next quickly approaching milestones! 🫶🏻

As for the 4k celebration prompt request, I was hoping you could please write the prompt “Well. well, well. Look who came to their enemy’s door holding presents.” “Oh cut it, I’m here to pick you up for our date” with Lewis and possibly with teammate!Reader if you don’t mind and are feeling inspired (and if not, then of course no worries! Feel free to take this in any direction and follow your own creativity!). Thank you so much!

first of all, thank you so so sooooo much for your sweet words, they always make my day!! 💗 this is so incredibly sweet and this has been sitting in my drafts for a while and yet, I'm not even completely sure how to answer this lmao but thank you so much! I appreciate it and you from the bottom of my heart!! <33 // prompt: “Well. well, well. Look who came to their enemy’s door holding presents.” “Oh cut it, I’m here to pick you up for our date”

The public saw what you wanted them too. 

Mercedes Drivers At War -- Last Week’s Crash The Tipping Point. 

You and Lewis at opposites, at war, rivals until the end of time. 

There was no way the only female/male duo on the grid could be friends. You were either dating or you hated each other. The two of you opted for hating each other - politely disrespecting the other in the media, pushing and shoving on the track, outranking each other week in and week out, constantly photos of you two getting scolding your team dad principal. 

Silverstone held a special place in both yours and Lewis’ heart. His home race, your first GP win. There was no one where either of you wanted to win so badly, willing to go to any length to out shine the other. 

Lewis went too far - pushing you off the track, skidding until you hit the barricade. You were pissed. 

You weren’t injured, thankfully. The car was fucked and you were forced to retire. 

Toto calmly told you not to bite back even though he understood why you’d want too, promising to speak to Lewis about the incident and making you tell him that you would be a team player to the media. 

Now you were back at home, your flat in London. You missed it. 

There’s a knock on the door and you get up, walking over to open it. You come face to face with your teammate. Lewis stood across from you with a bouquet of your favourite flowers.

“Well. well, well. Look who came to their enemy’s door holding presents.”

No one, not even your team principal knew about what was happening between you and Lewis. One night, the hatred went too far, the tension too much to handle and you ended up in bed together. That quickly turned into a pattern, leading to spending the night together, only for you both to realize you liked each other. 

Lewis smiles, handing you the flowers as he walks in.  “Oh cut it, I’m here to pick you up for our date.” 

You groan, walking to the kitchen. “Do we have to go out? Can we order take out and stay in?” You ask, setting the flowers in a vase as you fill it with water. 

“Of course,” he hugs you from behind. “Are you okay? You left the track before I could even check in on you.” 

“I’m fine,” you tell him and he turns you to face him, caging you in between him and the counter. “Then why was I being told that you were shaking after the crash?” 

“Post race adrenaline. You know how it is, Lew.” Your fingers fiddling with the strings on his hoodie. 

“You’re absolutely sure you’re okay? I couldn't forgive myself if I hurt you-” 

“You didn’t hurt me,” you kiss him, a hand on his jaw. 

“Good,” he smiles, he pats your hip. “What are we feeling tonight? Chinese? Indian ? Greek? I saw a new Thai place opened down the street.” He tells you scanning the menus pinned to the side of your fridge. 

“Chinese, in the mood for fried wontons.” You walk to the couch, Lewis following you with the menu in hand. 

“When are you not?” He jokes, his arm around your shoulder.