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hi hi hi!!! i saw that you were open to shadow and bone requests and i was wondering if you’d be willing to write a nikolai lantsov imagine? just imagine princess!reader being forced into an arranged marriage with the second son of the king of ravka, and instead of going through with it she runs away. she then stumbles upon a particularly charming privateer who just so manages to win over her heart……

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Request: hi hi hi!!! i saw that you were open to shadow and bone requests and i was wondering if you’d be willing to write a nikolai lantsov imagine? just imagine princess!reader being forced into an arranged marriage with the second son of the king of ravka, and instead of going through with it she runs away. she then stumbles upon a particularly charming privateer who just so manages to win over her heart…

and: btw I saw your post about sab season 2 and i would like to request something with nikolai. i dont really have any ideas but i love that blonde boy so anything that you'll write with him is going to make me happy- but if its angst please im begging for a happy ending im already depressed because im reading rules of wolves

and: omg omg omg enchanted x nikolai sounds so perfect 😭 literally written for him

Hi! I absolutely adore these requests, thank you for sending them in. And sorry for the long wait, I’ve been a bit busy. And please bear with me while I try and get the hang of writing for Nikolai, this is only my second time. Also, this request was combined with two others, I hope that’s alright, and sorry for anyone who’s request was altered a little bit to fit this story. I’m happy to accept another request if you don’t like this one. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this!

(Warnings: arranged marriage, swearing, very very brief angst, very vague suggestive content, drinking, let me know if i missed anything)

—

You had nearly begged on your knees when you found out you were to be wed, pleading with your parents’ advisors.

You were no fool. You knew that one day you’d have to marry, and you were prepared to do your duty. A Princess isn’t awarded the luxury of a choice, and you knew any match that was made probably wouldn’t be from a place of love. But you never thought your parents would be prepared to ship you off to a man none of you had ever even laid eyes on, and that’s including the advisors.

A second son, and a rumored bastard at that. It was all happening too fast, and you weren’t having an easy time processing it.

“You can’t send me! We already have an alliance with Ravka, why send me still?”

One of the men had stood, trying to ease you. “You must go, Princess. We may have an alliance, but our forces need to be strengthened. Prince Vasily is already spoken for. Marrying you to Prince Nikolai is the fastest way.”

“I am told he is charming, if it is any consolation,” another man said, though his voice was firmer. “It is time, Princess, for you to do your duty. You will marry.”

You finally relented, your fate beginning to set in. “That’s it, then. When will I be expected to leave?”

There was a moment of silence, and an awkward shuffling of feet as the advisors stood. And then one of the men spoke, sending dread running through you like ice in your veins.

“Your arrival is set for the end of the week. The King and Queen are expecting you.”

—

The journey passed far quicker than you had anticipated. A trip like that should have been grueling, yet each moment felt more fleeting than the last. By the time you arrived on Ravkan soil, you would practically be theirs. Upon your arrival, you were escorted to the Great Hall to meet the King and Queen.

“Moi tsar,” you curtsied, keeping your eyes low. “Moi tsaritsa. It is an honor.”

The words tasted sour on your tongue, but you spoke them anyway. The King and Queen were not known to be the kindest of people, and you’d rather spend your time in a foreign country on the good side of the sovereign.

“Princess,” the King greeted as he stood, his eyes racking your body. “You are as beautiful as they say. My son will be pleased. Unfortunately, your arrival has preceded his. He attended a meeting with our generals, and is set to arrive in a few days. The wedding will be in a fortnight. Until then, please enjoy our hospitality. I look forward to this new found alliance between our great countries.”

“As do I,” you said, forcing a smile.

—

As the days passed, you grew more uneasy. The weight of your duties were beginning to drag you down, and you didn’t know if you could bear the burden any longer.

Nikolai had yet to return to court, but with his inevitable arrival looming, it became harder to face each day. You were practically alone in the castle, having yet to make any friends. And you doubted the arrival of a Prince—the subject of scandalous rumors—would do anything to lessen the loneliness and fear you felt every night.

One evening, the pressure became too great.

Despite your duties, and the anger you knew both countries would feel towards you, you fled. It was a rash decision, and a stupid one at that. But it was the only option that could give you your freedom, so you took it.

It led you all the way down to the harbor, which you briskly made your way to with little more than the clothes on your back.

Your window of opportunity was closing, and you took it. In mere hours, someone would notice you were missing from your room. Guards would be sent all throughout the palace, and they’d track you down if you weren’t quick enough. One way or another, you would marry the second Prince of Ravka. You’d be forced to. And although the thought of being alone in an open country you knew next to nothing about terrified you, it was less terrifying than the thought of being trapped in that castle forever.

So you went. Fled, more accurately. All the way to the harbor, in nothing but a dress and cloak, with a bag of coins hidden in your skirts.

As you approached the harbor, the shout of guards could be heard in the distance. “Spread out! She cannot have gone far.”

The Kingsguard.

You felt your chest tighten as you quickened your pace, pulling your hood over your head. You rushed as inconspicuously as you could, clambering to get as far from the palace as possible. Suddenly, you felt a hand on your wrist.

“What’s the rush for, My Lady? You’re going to hurt yourself running in those shoes,” the woman said, her brows furrowing.

You stopped in your tracks to take her in, realizing she was standing next to a much larger man. She had axes sheathed at her waist, and a confused but intrigued grin.

“Please, excuse me—” You stuttered out, trying to pull away.

“There’s no need to be afraid,” the man said, in a tone much gentler than his appearance. “We mean you no harm. What are you running from?”

“I need to get away from here, and fast,” you pleaded, deciding to trust these people who stopped you.

“That wasn’t an answer to our question,” the woman said, easing her grip.

You let out a frustrated sigh, turning to look over your shoulder before turning back. “Please, I’ll pay you whatever you want. Just let me go. I have to get out of here, and quickly.”

The woman shared a glance with the man, and for a minute, you were beginning to think you had been found out. They somehow recognized you, and would know that the castle guards were looking for you. If that was true, the pair didn’t show it, looking back at you.

“We have a ship,” the man finally said, gesturing behind him. “And a captain. A name you’d perhaps recognize. Sturmhond.”

Sturmhond, you thought to yourself. The richest pirate on the True Sea? What was he doing in a port in Ravka? You shook your head, having no time for questions.

“Would he grant me safe passage? I can pay, I have the means. Please, I need to know if this is my only option of getting out of here. I haven’t done anything illegal, I promise. I just need to go.”

The woman laughed, her relaxed disposition beginning to ease you. “Illegal would have been more fun. Don’t worry, Princess. We’ll take you to our captain. You’ll be safe with us.”

Your eyes widened, and you stepped back to retreat, when the man raised his hands in surrender.

“We mean you no harm, Princess. Clearly, you’re in trouble, and we have the means to get you away from the palace.”

“Trust me,” the woman said, offering you her hand. “We have no wish to return to the palace.. I’m sure our captain isn’t too keen, either.”

You looked between the ship and back at the castle uneasily, when you heard another shout coming from the guards marching through the village. You turned towards the man and woman, who you just realized looked very similar. Siblings, perhaps, who had just gotten back from a journey at sea.

“Sturmhond is quite the character, but he’s a good man. You have my word,” the man said.

“Alright,” you said, making your decision as you took the woman’s hand. “I’ll go. Thank you, uh…”

You trailed off, making the man smile. He led you towards a nearby ship, helping you climb your way onto it.

“I’m Tolya, and that’s my sister Tamar. We’re part of Sturmhond’s crew. Come along, he’ll want to meet you.”

They quickly led you aboard a ship, ushering the crew to cast off. The crew looked around with confused faces, but listened anyway. As the ship slowly left the harbor, you were led downstairs to the cabins below.

“Captain,” Tamar called, knocking on the first doorway below deck, before opening the door herself.

“Do you want to tell me why my ship is moving away from the dock?” Sturmhond asked without turning around, shuffling through his cabin as he pulled on his coat.

You cleared your throat. “That would be because of me, I think.”

Sturmhond turned around at the sound of your voice, his eyes widening as he took you in. “I don’t believe it. Good evening, Princess. I do hope you are well. Tamar and Tolya have treated you kindly, I expect?”

You shrunk under his gaze, letting out a nervous chuckle. “Is my title that easy to spot? You’re the second to figure it out, is it something I’m doing?”

“Tamar has a keen eye,” Sturmond shrugged, grinning. “But you’re also wearing an evening gown fit for court, and the jewels around your neck could buy a small country. Those things aren’t exactly subtle, darling. Even with that cloak.”

You nodded, still nervous but relaxing with his calm demeanor. “I was told you could grant me passage away from the palace? I can pay, I don’t expect you to do this out of the kindness of your heart. But seeing as we’ve already left the harbor, I don’t think you have any other option but to take me with you. Unless you intend on throwing me overboard into the bay, although I’ll thank you kindly not to do that.”

“In that dress? You’d sink to the bottom, darling. There’s no need to worry, Princess. You’ll stay dry on deck, that I can assure you,” he chuckled, motioning for you to sit.

“We’ll inform the crew our trip has been extended,” Tamar announced, pulling Tolya behind her to leave the cabin.

You sat in the chair on the other side of Sturmhond’s desk, and he sat across from you. He offered you a kind smile, one that surprised you. You had heard plenty about the infamous privateer. You hadn’t expected him to be this young and handsome. His reputation matched that of an old tycoon, not of what appeared to be an ex soldier. He looked at you with curiosity, motioning for you to speak.

“So, would you like to explain to me why my ship is sailing back out to sea? Not that I’m upset or anything, I was dreading my return to Ravka myself. But as I understand it, you were asked to come to Ravka to strengthen a political alliance—”

“And how would you know about that?” You interrupted, raising a brow.

He smiled, shrugging. “I have my ways. It pays to know lots of things about lots of things. Including which Princesses are being married off to far away royalty.”

“Do you know him?” You asked, your voice a little unstable. “The Prince, I mean. Nikolai. I could hardly find anyone who knew him, and any knowledge of him was limited. I went into this alliance blind, thanks to my parents and advisors.”

Sturmhond’s grin widened as he nodded. “I do know him, yes. We were briefly acquainted some time ago.”

“And?”

“He’s alright,” Sturmhond laughed, leaning back in his seat. “Dashingly handsome. A bit cocky for my taste, perhaps a little spoiled, but what royalty isn’t, right? No offense.”

You smiled, shaking your head. “None taken.”

“I suppose you’re lucky in that you’re set to marry him, and not the Crown Prince. Vasily is—how should I put this—well…”

“A bastard?” You finished, making Sturmhond chuckle, nodding.

“He is, yes. Nikolai is, in another manner of speaking, the same as well. Is that why you’re running? You don’t want to risk your reputation on a second son who may not even be the second son?”

Sturmhond looked at you through curious eyes, although there was a little apprehension in them. A little vulnerability that you didn’t quite know what to make of. You shook your head, inadvertently easing his thoughts.

“It’s just rumors, Sturmhond. Whether there is any truth to them, I don’t know, and I don’t care. History records names, not blood. A true Lantsov or not, it doesn’t matter to me. It’s not Nikolai’s fault who his true parents are, and he shouldn’t have to bear the consequences of their actions. All that matters to my parents is what he means for my country. His reputation doesn’t affect that.”

“And what matters to you?” Sturmhond asked, his eyes softening. “Your secrets are safe with me, and I promise to not throw you overboard for whatever your answers are. Why are you running, Princess?”

You sat in silence for a moment, letting out a heavy sigh. Sturmhond politely waisted for you to start, nodding encouragingly for you to speak.

You fiddled with your hands in your lap nervously. “Nikolai’s blood doesn’t matter to me, truly. All that really matters is that he has a kind heart, and he makes living at Ravkan court for the rest of my life more bearable.”

Sturmhond nodded as he listened intently. You continued.

“From what I hear, he’s a perfectly good man. Compared to my list of options, he was probably the best I could have hoped for.”

“Was? Or is? Do you intend on running forever? Seems like a waste of time in what is already a fleeting existence, Princess,” he said quietly.

“I know,” you nodded, growing frustrated. “I don’t know why I did it. I just thought about being alone at court for the rest of my life, and even the promise of a semi decent Prince wasn’t enough to ease my fears. I just wanted control over my own life for once, you know? My own freedom. It was a rash decision, I admit. But it seems to be working well in my favor so far.”

Sturmhond nodded, standing up from his desk to pour two glasses of whiskey. You downed yours the second he placed it in front of you, deciding it was better to let the second one sit when he refilled your glass.

“And Nikolai? What are his thoughts on the matter?”

You shrugged, fiddling with the glass. “I don’t know. He hasn’t been at court since I arrived. I have yet to meet him. Although, once he hears of me running, I’m sure any first impressions he could have had of me are ruined.”

“I don’t know about that.”

You raised a brow, coaxing him to continue. “Really? Why is that?”

“From what I hear, Nikolai isn’t really one for court, either,” he started, shrugging. “He runs when he gets the chance, too. Why do you think he’s away from court so often?”

You pondered the thought for a minute. “I don’t know. I always assumed his duties took him elsewhere. He’s not the Crown Prince, so he doesn’t need to remain in the palace. He serves in the First Army, doesn’t he?”

Sturmhond nodded, grinning. “He does. Or, to put it more accurately, he did. I think he just loiters around neighboring countries until his Mother forces him to come home and make an appearance now.”

You chuckled, letting out a deep sigh. “Isn’t that a treat? Coming home for the first time in months, only to find out your bride to be has run away.”

“With a face like that, I doubt he’ll care much about anything once he sees you.”

You felt the heat creep to your cheeks at his words, setting your eyes to your lap to avoid Sturmhond’s heavy gaze. You could practically hear the smirk in his voice as he breathed out a laugh.

“Besides, I’m told the Prince isn’t expected back at court for a few more days. Plenty of time for you to decide whether or not you want me to turn this ship around. Who would I be to deny a Princess?”

You smiled, your voice soft. “And if I don’t want to turn around?”

“Well, you’re paying me. I don’t really care either way, I’ll take you anywhere you want to go,” he said, grinning as he topped your glass off. “But just between you and me, I’d do it for free. Anything for a pretty face like that. Just don’t go telling everyone I said that, I have a reputation to maintain.”

You laughed, nodding. “Don’t worry. Your secret is safe with me.”

—

You spent the next few days on the ship, feeling more and more at ease the further you made it from Ravkan shores.

At night, you longed for home.

Not for you parents, or any of their advisors. But for your own bed—not on a constantly rocking ship—and the familiar trill of the birds outside your window on dewy mornings. For the library in the East Wing people seemed to forget was even there, and the soup the cooks would make when a chill was in the air. For the gardens midmorning where you could escape to when you wanted to avoid all the guards constantly watching you.

Sturmhond did a good job at keeping you distracted from saddening thoughts, though. It was sweet of him, really. Making sure you had someone with you during the day, taking all his meals with you in the evening.

Your time on the ship was the most relaxed you had been in a long time, actually, which you attributed to him.

Sturmhond had quite the representation amongst high society—or any society, really—and he certainly met your expectations. He was charming, and attractive. Clever and ambitious, like everyone said he was.

You hadn’t expected him to be as attentive as he is, however. He seemed to really enjoy a new guest on the ship, one that could keep up with his banter. He didn’t make you feel like a burden like your parents so often did, actually including you in his daily routine.

Tolya and Tamar were great, too. Kind, and funny. Fiercely loyal and protective, both of their captain and of each other. They were the kind of friends you hoped to make during your time in Ravka.

So far, it was off to a good start.

As the days moved on, you found yourself growing closer to Sturmhond. You tried to stop yourself in the beginning. Despite not wanting it for yourself, you were engaged to Nikolai. Falling for another man wasn’t exactly a good thing for your future

But that damned smile.

His ridiculously attractive smile, and his stupid mop of hair that had only gotten longer from his time at sea. The infuriating way he’d look at you and make you want to shrink away from his gaze, but you could never bring yourself to look away. The obnoxious green emerald ring he wore that could probably buy a small village.

He had charmed you, despite your reservations, and you were practically head over heels. It scared the absolute shit out of you.

Tamar had of course noticed already, confronting you about it one night after dinner. She joined you on deck, sitting next to you on a crate as you watched the stars twinkle in the sky. They were so visible out at sea, away from all the lights and clutter of the cities.

“You’re not hiding anything from me, you know,” she smirked, sneaking your flask away to take a few sips from it.

You feigned innocence, shaking your head. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Tamar.”

“Come on, darling. Let’s skip the bluffing…you like him. It’s so obvious.”

“Saints, I hope not,” you groaned, scrunching your nose up at the thought of Sturmhond finding out.

Tamar grinned at your embarrassment, chuckling. “Don’t worry. I may not swing that way, but I know the look when I see it. He’s all puppy dog eyes and desperate looks of longing when he sees you. It’s gross, really. I can actually hear his heart skip a beat when he sees you. He likes you, too. I’d stake money on it.”

You swallowed down your excitement, trying to think rationally. “Don’t even joke about that, it’s not funny.”

“I’m serious! You’re a catch, Princess. He may be my captain, but he’d be a fool not to want you.”

“That’s sweet of you to say, but we can stop there,” you nervously chuckled. “We don’t need this going to my head. I’ll do something stupid like staying on this boat forever.”

She grinned, nudging your shoulder with hers. “Would that be so bad?”

—

The next few days, you couldn’t get Tamar’s words out of your head. You went on with your routine with Sturmhond as usual, trying not to put much thought into it.

Your feelings for him were true, that’s for sure.

And when you’d catch him looking at you from across the deck, you’d swear by the look in his eye that he felt something for you, too. What it was, exactly, you didn’t know.

But it was something.

On your last evening before you had to make a decision about where you wanted to go, you skipped dinner. You couldn’t bring yourself to go along with your usual banter with Sturmhond, beginning to feel guilty about just how close and comfortable you’d gotten with him.

You still had a duty to your country and your family, which meant at least a little to you. Plus, it wasn’t fair to make a promise to Prince Nikolai, only to leave him hanging when he returned to Ravka.

You were leaning against the deck railing, watching the way the moonlight bounced over the still waters. So lost in thought, you almost didn’t register Sturmhond’s approaching footsteps.

“A bit chilly for stargazing, isn’t it?” He asked, coming to stand next to you.

You turned to see him, smiling when you noticed he was wearing his signature blue coat. You couldn’t remember a time since you met that he wasn’t dressed to the nines, no matter what time of day it was.

“You know, for a pirate, you don’t really look like one.”

He grinned, gently correcting you. “A privateer, darling, not a pirate. There’s a difference, I assure you.”

“Ah, a privateer. How could I have forgotten?” You chuckled, hugging yourself in an effort to shield your arms from the biting cold. “But seriously. The emerald on your finger is the size of a walnut, and that coat is fit for royalty. I find it hard to believe a privateer does well enough to afford things as nice as those.”

“Maybe I’m just good at my job,” he retorted, that signature smirk on his face.

It was enough to stir butterflies in your stomach, making you turn to look back out at the water. His gaze lingered on you a moment, and you could feel the heat creeping up to your cheeks under the weight of his stare.

“You’re cold,” he observed, breaking the silence.

“I’m fine,” you tried to say, but Sturmhond interrupted you.

“I can practically hear your teeth chattering,” he laughed, shrugging his coat from his shoulders. “Here. Seeing as my coat is fit for royalty, as you say, I think it’ll suit you better.”

“Sturmhond—”

“Princess,” he mirrored, smirking when you relented, letting him place it around your shoulders.

“Thank you,” you said softly.

You turned away from the water to face him, leaning back against the bannister. His eyes flitted up and down your form at his coat wrapped around shoulders, before his eyes met yours. He took a seat on the crate behind him, leaning back and settling into the post next to him. It was quiet a moment before he finally spoke.

“You weren’t in your cabin at dinner. Where have you been?”

You sighed, fiddling with the sleeve of his coat. “Thinking.”

“Thinking? About what?”

“About my future,” you said shakily, shoulders slumping. “Both the imminent one, and the one to follow based on what I decide tonight.”

Sturmhond nodded, seemingly lost in thought. “I’ve been thinking about that, too, if I’m being honest.”

You raised a brow at his words. He’d been thinking about your future? He’d been thinking about you? The thought was both intriguing and terrifying, and you hoped the confusion on your face wasn’t too apparent.

“Well, I…I’m sorry, what?”

“Your future directly impacts me,” he quickly corrected, suddenly steeling his face and meeting your confusion with his usual grin. “Where you go I go, remember? You are paying me, after all.”

You tried to hide your disappointment, forcing a smile. It was a foolish hope to have, that he’d think something more of you. But it wasn’t a hope you were ready to give up.

Not just yet, at least.

He seemed to notice your disappointment, brows furrowing. “Have I upset you?”

“No,” you quickly replied, trying to brush it off with a laugh. “No, it’s not you. I’m just not quite sure what I should do. I know you need an answer, and Ravka needs an answer, but…I don’t have one yet.”

“Why?”

You shook your head, sighing in frustration. “Earlier, I had more than halfway made up my mind. I value my freedom, but I think I value my dignity more. I don’t think I could go anywhere and face anyone, knowing I’ve turned my back on my duties. It may have not been a promise I made for myself personally, but it is a promise I had every intention of keeping.”

“Then what’s stopping you?” He asked, a genuine look of concern on his face.

His eyes softened on you as your face fell, and you turned away from him as you felt heat creep up to your cheeks. You could hear him stand and approach you, but you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him.

“Princess?” He asked, only worsening your embarrassment.

He spoke again, finally getting you to acknowledge him. “You’re worrying me, darling. Surely it cannot be that bad.”

“But it is,” you groaned, pressing the heels of your palms into your eyes to stave off the tears you could feel brewing.

“Try me,” he said gently, carefully placing a hand on your arm. “You can tell me the truth. What’s stopping you from returning to Ravka?”

You could feel his touch even through the coat, which struck you like a punch to the gut when you remembered it was, in fact, his coat you were wearing. And to make it worse, that damned grin was on his face as he spoke with such a genuine kindness in his voice that it made you want to cry.

You finally met his eyes, taking a sharp breath. Shit, you thought to yourself. You were really going to admit it. He eagerly awaited your response, which you finally managed to utter.

“You.”

He sucked in a breath, withdrawing his hand. He looked up at the sky for a moment, before taking another breath and turning back to you.

“Me?” He asked.

“You,” you said again, exasperatedly laughing. “You, and your ridiculous clothes, and your infuriating charm, and your kindness and ambition…that damned smile.”

Sturmhond’s cheeks flushed, and he took a step back, although he was grinning like a fool. He couldn’t stop himself if he tried. You didn’t dare speak, waiting for him to say something. After an agonizing moment of silence, he leaned against the bannister, letting out a chuckle.

“What?” You forced yourself to ask, preparing yourself for his answer.

“Saints, Princess…you’ve gone and done it now.”

You shook your head, your heart dropping to the pit of your stomach. “What?”

“You’ve managed to outdo me. On my own ship. Quite the feat, I’ll give you that,” he laughed, still grinning.

You narrowed your eyes, still shaking your head. “Sturmhond, I don’t have a fucking clue what you’re saying to me right now. Will you do the honor of enlightening me, or are you going to stand there grinning at me all night?”

“You like my grin,” he mused, making you flush.

He spoke again, saving you from your embarrassment. “And it just so happens that I like yours, too. I like all of you. Very much so indeed, Princess.”

Your heart lurched into your throat at his words, and you had to grab ahold of the bannister behind you to keep yourself steady. He placed his hand over top of yours, his palm warming yours.

“I cannot believe you beat me to the punch. It’s rude to upstage a captain on his own ship. You’re lucky you’re royalty. I’ll allow it just this once.”

You had just now calmed your breathing, beginning to take in the weight of his words, and what it meant for you both. “Sturmhond, I—”

“I have a confession to make,” he suddenly said in a very serious tone, startling you. “I don’t mean to interrupt you, but I must tell you something before either of us share something we can’t take back.”

“Alright…” You said uneasily.

Carefully, he took your hand in his, giving it a squeeze. You let him hold it, waiting for him to speak. Absentmindedly, you comfortingly ran your thumb along the back of his hand, silently reassuring him.

“My name isn’t Sturmhond,” he finally said, the nerves in his voice the worst you had ever heard them.

Trying not to jump to any hasty conclusions, you nodded, squeezing his hand once more. “Alright…if it isn’t Sturmhond, then what is it?”

“Well, technically it is, but it also isn’t. It’s just a nickname—” He rambled, and you placed your other hand on top of his to stop him.

“I gathered that much. What else are you trying to tell me? Go on, you can say it.”

He took a deep breath, his voice soft. “It’s true that people call me Sturmhond, but I’m much better known for my birth name…Nikolai. Nikolai Lantsov.”

The realization struck you like a bolt of lightning. You tried not to flinch in his grasp, but you knew he could feel you stiffen. You cleared your throat, feeling your voice begin to grow hoarse

“Nikolai Lantsov…as in Prince Nikolai Lantsov, second son of the Ravkan throne? Moi tsarevich,” you croaked out, attempting to curtsy.

“Please,” Nikolai said, holding both your hands in his to keep you from bowing. “There is no need for such formalities, darling. If anything, I should be the one bowing to you.”

You stood up straight, shaking your head. “We’re long past that, don’t you think?”

He chuckled, nodding. “I suppose so.”

The reality of your situation began to set in, and you couldn’t stop yourself from chuckling along with him. He smiled at the sound, raising a brow.

“What is it?”

“I suppose my little dilemma is solved then,” you said, shrugging. “I was beginning to spiral, thinking my annoying habit of not being able to contain my feelings had ruined any decision I could have made. But of course—in your usual fashion—you’ve managed to upstage me. As is your right, it is your ship, after all. Well, I suppose there’s no decision to make now. At least, I think there isn’t…right?”

Any nerves you had mustered up were immediately squashed when Nikolai brought his hands up to cup your face, running his thumbs across the tops of your cheeks.

“I wasn’t lying when I said I’d take you wherever you wanted to go. All I can hope now is that you’ll allow me to join you…wherever that is.”

You brought a hand up to rest against his wrist. “Don’t you want to go home? You’re expected back in Ravka any day now.”

“I love my country, but I’m in no hurry to return. You’ve told me multiple times how dreadful court was for you—”

“That doesn’t matter,” you quickly said, squeezing his wrist.

“Of course it does! I cannot ask you to return to a country you’ll be miserable in for the rest of your days for a man you barely know.”

“It’s a good thing you aren’t asking, then,” you reaffirmed, giving him a smile. “I told you. I made a promise, and I intend to keep it. I said that I was afraid I would be all alone at court, and that I was afraid the man I am promised to wouldn’t want a life with me.”

“What a fool he’d have to be to not want that,” Nikolai joked, making your grin widen.

You continued to reassure him, not convinced that he was believing your words.

“You say that you’ll follow me wherever I go. Well, I want to go with you. Wherever that is. And I want you to go home. I may have not known you for long, but I’ve been around you long enough to know that you won’t truly be content if you’re tied to my wishes. And I know you’re too stubborn to admit that, so I’ll tell you my wishes, and I need you to believe me. I wish to be with you. I wish for you to return to wherever feels like home, and I wish for you to take me with you. If that’s Ravka, then Ravka will be home. Court will become much more bearable with you there. And if it begins to become too much, I know a certain privateer that can whisk us away for a few days.”

He was doing it again. Smiling like an idiot. He seemed to be in disbelief at your words, this being one of the very few times in his life that he couldn’t find the right words to say.

“I didn’t mean to trick you, Princess. I should have told you who I was from the beginning.��

You shook your head. “I don’t blame you, Nikolai. If I was given the chance, I wouldn’t have told you who I really was, either. At least, not until I knew I could trust you. I would have done the same as you did. It’s alright.”

“I can’t believe my luck,” he grinned, taking your hand. “How is it that my betrothed managed to stumble upon my ship the very hour I returned to Ravka?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know. I’m not one to believe in fate, and it sounds impossible.”

“Not impossible…improbable,” he corrected, smirking when you playfully narrowed your eyes up at him.

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t help but smile at your turn of luck. “Are we doing this? Are you going home to Ravka?”

“Are we going home, you mean? I can’t be expected to abandon my betrothed when she turns out to be the single most invigorating person I’ve ever met, now can I?”

“You cannot,” you agreed.

A comfortable moment of silence passed between you both, and you looked down at his hands as you held them in yours. The familiar glint of green on his finger made you chuckle.

“I knew it, by the way,” you added, grinning. “This coat and that ring are far too ridiculous for a privateer. They’re fit for royalty. Fit for a Lantsov.”

“Am I to understand that you’re not interested in a Lantsov emerald for your engagement ring?” He asked, smirking when you quickly shook your head.

You laughed, pulling his hand closer to inspect his ring. “I said nothing of the sort. I was merely observing how ridiculous it is, as well as this coat. But I’m still wearing it, aren’t I? If I’m going to be married to a ridiculous man, I should begin preparing now, shouldn’t I?”

He narrowed his eyes, playfully jutting his chin up at you. “You just like the coat and want to keep it. It’s alright, darling, you can admit it. We can have your own fitted for you, all you have to do is ask.”

Nikolai gripped the hem of your sleeve, tugging you closer by the arm of his coat. You let him pull you, chuckling nervously when he drew you nearer.

“I admit nothing, only that my future husband has a taste I will have to acquire. But I’m sure I’m up for the task. We have all the time in the world now, don’t we?”

“We do,” he smiled, settling his hands around your waist. “Although I’ll have to admit, I don’t think we know each other well enough to become husband and wife.”

You tensed under his hold, and he quickly retracted his statement, shaking his head. He didn’t give you enough time to truly panic, interrupting your train of thought.

“And that’s perfectly fine, darling. Like you said, we have all the time in the world to get to know each other. I think I’d like to take advantage of that starting now. After all, it is our last night on the ship, isn’t it? At least, I assume it is. I expect you’ll want to set a course for Ravka now. Unless you’d rather I get down on one knee, and make a big show of it first. I can do that, if you wish.”

“I certainly wouldn’t stop you,” you chuckled, letting your hands rest on top of his as your tone shifted to a more serious note. “Are we really doing this, Nikolai? Returning to Ravka? Getting married?”

He smiled wider, a twinkle in his eye as he looked down at you. “I’ve wanted you since the moment you stepped foot on my ship, the second I laid eyes on you. And I’ve wanted you more every day since. I’m not one to believe in fate either, but I do think the Saints may have gifted you to me. Who knows what I did to deserve it, but you most definitely won’t find me questioning their will if you’re the result.”

You felt your heart swell at his words. He was right. Of all the ships in the harbor, his was the one you found yourself on. Of all the captains in Ravka, he was the one who took you in. The man you were supposed to marry, and you found yourself falling for him long before you even knew who he truly was. If that isn’t fate, then what is?

“I’ll take all the influence from the Saints I can get when it comes to explaining to your parents why I’ve disappeared right out from under them,” you said with a groan, leaning into him.

Nikolai chuckled, holding you close. “My Mother will forget all about it when she sees my future safely secured with marriage. There is no need to worry, trust me.”

“I may not have to worry about her, but I do need to worry about Tamar,” you said, letting out a pained chuckle. “I think she staked money on our little situation.”

“She most definitely did. I expect Tolya will be paying up when they hear the news. Who should break it to him?”

You grinned, shaking your head. “I think that duty lies with you, as my future husband. If I’m going to have to listen to Tamar’s endless bragging about being right, then you should have to take half the burden in the form of telling Tolya. That’s how marriage works, isn’t it? Half and half. It’s only fair.”

It was his turn to groan now as he pinched the bridge of his nose with one hand, taking yours in the other.

“Alright, I’ll do it, but you have to accompany me. I think your presence will help soften the blow. What do you say, darling? After all…it’s only fair.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, squeezing his hand. “If I must. You’re lucky you’re pretty, Lantsov.”

“Darling, I’m lucky for a lot more than that,” he smiled endearingly, and you couldn’t help but smile back.

— A/N - Hi! This is SO long, I’m so sorry. And I’m so sorry for taking so long to get this out, I’ve been busy and had no time to write. But I finally forced myself to get this done, and now I have more time to write! Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this, let me know what you think! Thank you again for the requests :)

#grishaverse imagine #grishaverse x reader #grishaverse imagines #grishaverse #nikolai lantsov x reader #nikolai lantsov imagine #nikolai lantsov x you #nikolai lantsov #shadow and bone #shadow and bone imagine #shadow and bone x reader #six of crows #six of crows imagine

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person4924 · 1 year

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new about me

my name is sam !! thats basically all u need to know but theres (a lot) more under the cut!!

i’m probably bi (i’m too tired to think about it anymore) and ace

u can use any pronouns but she or they !! (this is my pronouns page)

i’m neurodivergent of some sort (i don’t even know anymore)

a minor (don’t be weird)

my personality type is INFP-T

my theme will change like weekly prob bc i wanna change it with every new huperfxation i have!!

things i like (the things bolder r what i talk about the most)

harry potter (fuck jkr)

marvel

the marauders

boy meets world

osemanverse

paper girls

teen wolf

owl house

shameless

glee

stranger things

friends

andi mack

the last of us (i’ve only watched the show tho, but i know most of what happens in the games)

riordanverse

musicals

poetry

reading

cats

animals

fictional characters

music

movies

tv shows

art

writing

women

sitcoms

brooklyn nine nine

new girl

hamilton

grishaverse

stand up comedians

ocean animals (specifically sharks)

community

moths (and just kinda winged bugs in general)

greek mythology

dawsons creek

bojack horseman

halloween

the sky (like stars, the moon, the sunset, etc)

jelly fish

criminal minds

animals

ted lasso

scooby doo (the older movies from the 2000’s ish specifically but all of it too)

everything sucks!

the sun bearer trials

atypical

octonauts

spencer reid

bo burnham

dead boy detectives

will and grace

my fav movies are tick tick boom, my girl, dead poets society, breakfast club, the outsiders, hamilton, stand by me, cmbyn, lady bird, beautiful boy, luca, nimona, (500) days of summer, etc. i have a lot but this is just the first few i think of

musicals i like are hamilton, tick tick boom and the greatest showman

my fav taylor albums are folklore, evermore, reputation, 1989 and speak now but i love all of them really (please please ask me abt them omg)

my current hyper fixation is the marauders (more of a life-long obsession atp) and criminal minds and shameless. my soul is being torn apart.

i’m currently reading turtles all the way down or rereading tpobaw i haven’t decided

my fav music people (i’m really just giving a short list of many): conan gray, cavetown, current joys, queen, rainbow kitten surprise, the front bottoms, harry styles, noah kahan, taylor swift, phoebe bridgers, the fray, coldplay, olivia rodrigo, billie eilish, boygenius, gracie abrams, sufjan stevens, maya hawke, the smiths, lucy dacus, julien baker, the smiths, sleeping at last, mitski, bo burnham

i mostly post about whatever hyperfixation and/or character/person/ship has overtaken my brain, music and analysis things

i appreciate tone tags and i try to use them as much as possible

i’m always looking to talk to more people and i’m always bored (don’t be weird istg)

my fav books are any alice oseman book, the outsiders, the perks of being a wallflower, i fell in love with hope

child of athena (i think, idk how to actually figure it out)

biggest pandalily shipper you’ll find

i love love love making character analysis’ or song or movie or tv show or books or ships or whatever

i also write sometimes!! (i suck ass)

and i’m person4924 on ao3 but i can’t figure out how to link it

this is my spotify (my character playlists are my pride and joy and reason for living. i also have the best music taste you will ever encounter.)

this is my discord

this is my airbuds idk if anyone actually uses it but i thought it’d be fun to share music with mooties

please please please send me asks i have no hobbies or friends and im always bored please please please (im on my hands and knees begging please please please)

i have a tagging system!! idk how much ill remember to use it but yeah!! (its also new so only my new posts will have them) #sam shut the fuck up -> any original posts that don’t fit in any of the other tags #asks!!! -> asks #polls!!! -> polls #crazy? i was crazy once -> headcanons for characters/analyis things

#about me

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matthewmoorwood · 1 month

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On the last hundred pages of Ship Of Destiny FUCKING FUCK

I'm going so insane over how Kennit ALMOST became an average citizen and then he went fucking full nutter butters and now no one believes Althea was raped. FREE ME FROM THIS TORMENT RAAAAH

Same with Wintrow like I FUCKING THOUGHT for a moment that these male characters might not be utter shitheads but noooooooooo RAAAAH. Despising everything about Wintrow wanting to suck on his faux step mums tits and be an alpha male cause of his horrific inability to have an identity outside of parental figures. DAYUM.

I don't think I'll ever really get over Paragon either. the Paragon & Amber dynamic is something very precious to me.

Not a single of of Robin Hobbs characters are ever what I think they are, or even who they think they are. Yet they all act perfectly in line with their characters and what we know of them. Freaking out.

If I'm reading a Robin Hobb book and a male pov doesn't make me physically nauseous, am I even reading a Robin Hobb book? No.

Thinking about Malta, thinking about the Malta and Vivacia/Bolt parallels, thinking about how both of them are forced to give up their souls for men so that they might have a chance at freedom because the alternative is to die by those same men's brutality. Oh I am ILL

"There were, she suddenly saw, many ways to be raped." Oh I am ILL

The way Wintrow only sees Malta as her place as a Bingtown Trader and as a woman as a 'good negotiator' and sees nothing of the fucking eons of abuse she's endured. FOUL.

They're all trauma dumping to each other in the hold as Jamilla ships fuck around these guys.

I hate everyone who sees that they have power and wrangles it just for pleasure of causing harm and gaining a scrap more control at the cost of someone else's existence.

Plz i'm going to shit out my lungs. Malta who has endured so fucking much, is so terrified of having Reyn see her because he is her last hope to be loved by someone outside of the vesrit family. She's already been hurt so badly by men and had for years valued herself entirely on her usefulness as a 'pretty woman' and now here she is. Her very survival has devalued her own perception of herself to the one person she thinks can truly understand her.

Begging on hands and knees that Kennit doesn't keep the cycle of abuse going. PLEASE allow someone some peace from him.

Both Reyn and Malta have put so much weight on how they look. And both are terrified that the other will put even a quarter of that same weight on them. I'm not okaaaay about this. plz.

Alrighty I just want a dragon to come and fuck shit up. Serpent, liveship, whatever form just need some unbridled rage bc I am FEELING shrimp emotions.

Hmmm... The ghosts of Kennits past coming to kill him... Hmmm... The fact that trying to repress those memories is what caused all of this... hmm... All the people he tried to bury in order to allow his own ignorance coming together to exist in their own narrative... I am thinking.....

Hold on im losing it. Hold on im going insane. Malta kissing Reyn properly and he wakes up?? true loves kiss type shit because in the end Malta and Reyn are still a fairytale despite the shit they've been through.

"If you'll have me as I am." SHUT UP RIGHT NOW

Fucking fuck. Althea being scared to talk to Brashen about her rape because in the end he is still a man and Althea knows that on some level Brashen will always view her as a possession.

Y'know what. Kennit being killed (hopefully permanently) by someone who does not give a single Fuck about him is so good. His whole life he wanted to be something other than what he was, be respected and recognized and yet he dies at the hand of someone who thinks of him as nothing other than a shitty pirate.

Ugh. He's not dead.

Oh man. Oh dude. Paragon. Fucking fuck. ing fuck. ouch.

I am hurtinedg :C

Robin Hobb why

I actually swear to God if Kennit is still able to torment Paragon via the memories thing I'm gonna scream.

OH IM SICK.

Vivacia who is not vivacia letting go of Althea despite everything. Aughr fuck. How this means that both of them are going to begin to have their own sense of self outside of their co-dependence. awrg,

Oh for fucks sake. If Kennit in Paragon is still trying to touch Althea I'm going to bite through my desk.

Althea oh my darling. She doesn't want to hurt Kennits mum over her own anger at how Kennit abused her. I am ill.

"Neither woman could escape what he had done to them" Oh I am sick.

"We've got to survive this, I've a life to live." SOBBING

Oh thank god Kyle is dead now too. YIPPEE

I have too many feelings I fear I must throw up to process them properly.

Either that or have some cheese.

My brain is too mushy for these negotiations I'm just gonna trust that things work out (they won't)

JEK queen go get laid I respect it.

Amber, my sweet Lady Amber :C

Raise your hand if you too are tired of the Althea/Brashen miscommunication GUYS I KNOW YOU'RE STRAIGHT BUT PLEASE JUST FUCKING TALK TO EACH OTHER

Awug Serilla.

I am feeling things.

Amber plz. my soul cannot take you refrencing fitz any longer

Oh lol Paragon showing them where evil mc fuckface left all his sick pirate loot.

Oh my fucking god I hate this got dam book fucking fuck,

Amber I really hope you get your happy ending. Or a least a happy moment before the ending.

OH MY FUCKING GOD

Paragon.

Althea.

I am a broken husk of a person.

No one speak to me until I have drunk this hot choccy.

#liveblogging #the liveship traders #the ship of destiny #I am in so much pain #rote #rote spoilers #I now have a thousand yard stare #robin hobb #hrrrggurggsgs #youch #yowch #it hurting #vivacia #paragon #althea vestrit #all of them #malta vestrit #ugh

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lady-lauren · 4 months

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LAUREN ON THE DASH??!! MISSED YOUU! also LOVING the buggy representation in your theme!! (are you a mihawk/croc/buggy gal????)

if i may be so bold as to beg for a OP match up 😆 leo sun, gemini rising, capricorn moon! my love language is gift giving, and my aesthetic is... uh cute casual? fun tees and high waisted shorts! (i hope this is detailed enough, i can't remember the last couple of dot points hehe 😅)

also which ep of OP are you up to!! im thinking of picking it back up 🥰🥰

WWWWEEEESEEEEEEEE first and foremost, and ONLY FOR YOU, I gift you the match up of my husband, my darling, Shanks.

I match you with Shanks because, truly, Leese, we are one and the same and if I'm self-shipping with Shanks, then it only makes sense that he's perfect for you, too.

Shanks is the laid back wanderer that your people pleasing, anxious heart desires and needs. He's the balance, the rock that you lean on. He's the warm smile on a winters day and the cool drink of water in the boiling sun that keeps you sane.

Shanks has the kind of love that is fulfilling but not overwhelming; he knows how to give you space, how to let you breathe and be independent, but is always by your side the moment that life feels too hard and you just need someone to take your hand and calm you down or guide you through the tough moments. He is the steadiness of the tides–he's predictable, steadfast, the calm in the storm that keeps you grounded.

And Shanks LOVES a good bit of fun; he's the goofy dad at parties, the lopsided smile and hearty laugh. Cute casual is his perfect aesthetic taste. Nothing fancy, nothing wild. He loves a good time and a pretty girl by his side–his girl, his little ride or die.

Shanks is thoughtful and his love language is more than likely acts of service, which means your love language of gift giving goes hand-in-hand. He wants to do things for you, he wants to make you happy, make you laugh, make your day easier and brighter. And if you reward him with something that made you think of him, it will make him weak in the knees. To be thought of by someone he adores would make his life worthwhile.

and YES to Mihawk, Croc, and Buggy for me. I'm currently a whore for basically any One Piece character, but I'm a Cross Guild groupie 100%.

I just hit episode 756 of the anime so I'm going strong– I just made it to Zou and I'm eating up every One Piece morsel I can get lolol you should absolutely pick it back up and come to my DMs and gush with me 🥰

#lauren answers #match ups #I kept wondering who I would surrender Shanks to #and it's Weese and only Weese #one piece #shanks

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yeah i definitely liked sanuso more than i liked sanji. before... before i came to like sanji. i don't think i was rly an Actual Fan though. seeing fan content of sanji (shipping content included) is part of what made me grow to like him. so ur right that a ship i like with characters i dont like would make me grow to like the characters!!

tashigi and reiju is so insanely good.. theyre perfect for each other...

LMAO ISNT THAT PRICE A BIT STEEP?? nami moment

robin definitely would notice but it would have so much more impact to have luffy intervene imo?? he is probably the most important person to both of them (arguably true for all the crew) and also he just . idk hes emotionally intelligent. hes perceptive. people dont give him enough credit. luffy is not stupid!!!!

"he and robin can be similar and enies lobby is what made everyone love her more…" YEAH EXACTLY!!! there doesnt need to be a whole arc but just show us that he isnt JUST the cool guy. i need him to cry .... i need emotional vulnerability.. please oda ..... on my knees begging for this. PLEASE Oda...

"already there babes 🫡 just doing my part" thank u

"DID. DID THEY ACTUALLY CALL HIM TRACE HEATFIST IN THE 4KIDS DUB…ARE U SERIOUS RN…IVE NEVER HEARD THAT BEFORE PLEASE SAY SIKE." YES THEY ACTUALLY DID. its a stupid change but HIS VOICE IS SO COOL... theres a scene where he and luffy meet on alabasta n luffy is like: hey, trace?! and trace is like "yours truly 😎😏🔥 hey luffy, whats up? 🔥🔥💪✨" and i fucking Fell In Love on first listen. i have the biggest . fattest crush on 4kids ace. why is he so suave. why is he so cool. pathetically showing my love for the worst dub's version of the best character

i was so relieved that luffy sounded different that i can forgive anything else. i don't care if the acting is worse...

AT A CHRISTIAN GALLERY???? ur so brave

"i will share embarrassing stories like my life depends on it"

(hoping i havent used this image before)

THE SPOTLIGHT ON SANJI.... THAT IS SO FUNNY...

"BUT IM TOO BUSY READING ONE PIECE" good point... reading both would be hard.. /gen

"lion…and wings…so u want to be a griffin 👁️" i did not realize this. but yes i GUESS I DO?? i like manticores and unicorns the most out of any fantasy creature but i could never be a manticore bc it means i keep my face.. and unicorn.... doesnt have cool paws... oh and i love dragons... i WOULD be a dragon but i would like to be like. fluffy.. i want to be fluffy..

"DIDN THE BEAT OUT ZORO IN THE POPULARITY POLLS ONE TIME" YEAH HE DID... i dont know maybe i just missed it?? there were a lot of ppl there... and my memory is kinda hazy.. i will be on the lookout for law next time i go to a con

"WRONG bangs my sanji gavel." I FORGOT U WERW THE SANJI MAGISTRATE..... please forgive me....

that is so cool 🥹

"also sanji’s love for mice/rats makes me fucking insane bc its the cutest thing on earth." I KNOW RIGJT... like hes a cook.. he should hate them... but he doesnt!!! hes super fond of them!!! because he had mice friends at the lowest point in his life!!!! GOD.. i also used to love mice so . thank u sanji. representing rodent lovers. im having too many moments lately where i relate to sanji.... former sanji hater becomes sanji

"SANJI LOVES MICE MORE THAN WOMEN CONFIRMED-" GENUINELY!!!

"they’re all expecting sanji to freak and kill them and then they walk in and he’s made them tiny stir fry and is calling them cutesy names." STOP THATS SUCH CUTE IMAGERY 😭😭😭 sanji would never hit a woman mouse.

"also all the fan content ive seen where ratatouille is his favorite movie. ANYONE CAN COOK!!!!! 😭" IT MAKES SO MUCH SENSE

"we turn a sad into a frrAAANKKYYYYYYYY" HSJDHS

"ROBIN WHYYY WAS THAT THE FIRST THING YOU THOUGHT OFFFF SHE IS INSANE. SHE’S SO WEIRD." IN HER DEFENSE, THEY WERE RIGHT THERE. HOW COULD SHE NOT... HOW COULD SHE NOT EVEN THINK ABOUT IT ....

"should i send some on discord as well. is that how i break the ice. images of sanji with his ass up in the air (my collection)" YES..... YES DO IT.... in return i will sned... uhmm... law!??

ok but sanji in glasses. even at the peak of my sanji hatred i begrudgingly admit that he was very attractive in those glasses...

LOOK AT HIM SOB... whole cake island was kinda his enies lobby emotional depth moment???

heres this loser

EAT

i have this sanji saved bc he looks so pathetic and sad

omg nooo how did choso get in here ...... noooo ...... that was a big accident.... completely an accident.... not on purpose at alll........

usopp out here converting more ppl to sanji likers than i am…smh. i do love the way sanji backs him up so often in canon tho, its very sweet

KNJKCDNA WAIT THE $5,000 A MONTH THING? I MEAN YES. BUT DO YOU KNOW THE YE OLDE TUMBLR JOKE IM REFERENCING? DO U REMEMBER COMMUNISMKILLS…THAT AWFUL TUMBLR USER THAT THEN WAS LIKE “i’ll shut up if u pay me $5000 a month” actually deranged and iconic. here’s a post about it

the entire crew IS important to both of them but arguably he is the only person on the crew they would listen to in a situation like that is luffy yea. he’s the mutual friend that they both love deeply and loves both of them deeply even tho they hate (“hate”) each other. AND he’s emotionally intelligent and wise!! yea!!

joining u in the begging for sad zoro. campaigning for abusing zoro in the next chapters. ready to make this meme real

NOT TRACE HEATFIST…his voice did seem cool tho ur right. i like to imagine he speaks with the emojis like you typed them. (“how are you saying that out loud-”) is the crush only on 4kids ace specifically..sorry sorry TRACE. IS IT ONLY FOR TRACE

I WANT TO STEAL ALL THESE REACTION IMAGES HAHAHA

WAIT IS IT A SPOTLIGHT. I THOUGHT THEY HAD TRAPPED HIM UNDER A CUP LIKE A BUG KJAFHBdiwjnwd

dragons. [breathes in] dude i love dragons so fucking much. i watched that documentary animal planet or discovery made where they said dragons lived in the prehistoric time with t rex and shit and BELIEVED IT FOR SO LONG. also obsessively played httyd games on the internet and other Dragon Themed Things. and i had legend of spyro: a new beginning for the gamecube and it was like my first ever video game i owned myself that wasnt a hand me down and i beat it literally 9+ times…after 9 i stopped keeping track..i loved spyro and CYNDER so much. CYNDER WAS SO COOL. THAT WHOLE GAME WAS SO COOL. just last year i started playing flight rising (but i fell off lmao)

“former sanji hater becomes sanji” KJSDBDNKJSN YEAH relating to sanji is half of why i love him. and the amount i relate to him is. way far more than i thought i would ever relate to. the pervert stereotype anime character of any given show. so mad…but also i love him a lot 😭 has become a bit of a comfort character for me UNFORTUNATELY…but i relate to his passion and his low self esteem and his self sacrificial nature and his (percieved) gender issues and even his stupid easy-to-fall-in-love shtick. god. anyways

MICE > WOMEN ‼️‼️‼️CONFIRMED

I WANT TO PUT THE SANJI FEEDING MICE AND THE CREW IS CONFUSED SCENE IN A FIC SO BAD BUT I HAVE WRITERS BLOCK ATM 😭

“sanji would never hit a woman mouse.” sanji vs. minnie mouse his hardest battle yet

ROBIN….ROBIN 😭 I WILL CONDONE ALL HER ACTIONS BC I LOVE HER BUT SHES SO STRANGE 😭

SANJI ASS IN THE AIR COMING UR WAY

dude. thank you for saying that bc. when sanji had those fucking glasses on as mr. prince in alabasta. i was simping just a little bit. and mad about it.

AND ALSO UM??? WHAT THE FUCK WAS THIS?? STOP BEING PRETTY???

this outfit was gay as hell by the way. like how am i supposed to believe that is a fuly straight man-

“whole cake island was kinda his enies lobby emotional depth moment???” it 1000% was down to him leaving the crew and needing to be rescued and learn to love himself and live for himself. robin and sanji are my two favorite strawhats and GOD THE SIMILARITIES ARE BRUISING. have u seen that post where its drawings of each of the strawhat “rescue teams” of arlong park, enies lobby, and whole cake?

law 1: edgy. flipping u off. deranged. a bit evil looking. kinda hot

law 2: naptime. flourishing. in his lane. never done wrong in his life. thats just a guy

“EAT” KJDBVSDAJBCJDA

NOOO THAT SANJI IMAGE GENUINELY MAKES ME SO SAD BUT HE ALSO LOOKS SO SO PATHETIC 😭 SOPPING WET CAT OF A MAN

HI CHOSO. IDK U BUT I LIKE UR HAIR. HI

here are a couple more one piece memes i have collected. i will be sending u a discord message...soon

#asks #replies #IF I DONT REPLY/REPLY SLOW AFTER SENDING U THE DISCORD MESSAGE. ITS BC I WORK A LOT THE NEXT SEVERAL DAYS 🥲#march anon #long post

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moonystoast1971 · 2 years

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OVERDRAMATIC JARGYLE GET TOGETHER

(because im an overdramatic person and ship these mfs so hard - also its in the perspective of will)

Will -

We didn’t see it, not even El. If we’d seen it we could’ve warned him, or grabbed him, or killed it, or anything, something. Anything but this. I didn’t even notice when it’d happened, not until I heard him scream. Not Argyle, Jonathan. His scream snapped us all out of our daze, we’d been running, focusing ahead and on nothing else but ahead. I wish he’d never screamed. I could’ve kept running, I could’ve been okay for a few more steps or as okay as I can be while running from demo-dogs. It shouldn’t have hurt this much, i’ve seen so many people come and go, I should be used to it. But, when I looked back and saw Argyle against a wall, demo-dog at his chest, my brother screaming and wielding a metal poll with tears running down his face, something broke. We didn’t notice. Why didn’t we fucking notice?! The second we did, El threw the demo-dog against a wall, crushing in it’s skull. Jonathan didn’t wait, he was on his knees trying to cover the wound. But, where would he cover? Where did it end? Where did it start? Jonathan had his shirt off and was trying to cover the holes in Argyle’s chest. But, it didn’t matter anyway. Jonathan was too preoccupied, too deep into denial to see Argyle was gone. I could see, he wasn’t even blinking. His body stood still, save for the shakes running over his body from Jonathan’s pushes.

I can’t hear him, he was whispering something while covering Argyle’s chest. I’m not sure I even want to hear him, it might just kill me even more. Steve came over and pulled me into a hug, I didn’t realised I’d been crying till he’d told me to ‘let it out’. I need someone and Steve is trying to be that someone, but I don’t have the time for that, none of us do. I could feel something coming, it’s far off right now but doesn’t mean it won’t catch up eventually. Jonathan’s always been my rock, even when he hadn’t been there much last year, he was still my rock. But, i’ve never been his. It was Mom, then Nancy, now it’s Argyle… or well, it was Argyle. Was he now a was? It doesn’t matter right now, what matters right now is Jonathan needs a rock, so I guess it’s my turn to finally start protecting him.

I steadied my voice, I can’t cry right now, he needs me too much. “John, we gotta go. We can’t stay here, somethings coming.” I said while slowly walking up to him.

“Okay, you’re right. Just help me pick up Argyle, he can’t walk that well right now.” Jonathan spoke softly while trying to pick up Argyle’s lifeless body with urgent yet careful hands. Hadn’t he realised yet?

El came to my side and gripped my arm, whipping at her eyes while watching Jonathan. “Jonathan…” She whispered solemnly. She didn’t have to say anything else, that’s all it took. Jonathan looked up at us, his eyes overflowing. He steadied after stumbling trying to pick up Argyle. He stopped and just stared at us, I said I wouldn’t cry but he looked at me begging me to tell him it was fine, that we were wrong, that it was all a joke and he’d be back in a second.

“Please…” He begged, his voice breaking. He tried pulling Argyle up on more time, before dropping to his knees in front of him. I wanted to run to him and wrap my arms around him and promise him we’d wake up from all this, like he used to tell me when we were kids and Dad and Mom were fighting.

Jonathan’s hands held onto Argyle’s face, wiping off the blood and dried tears. “please, please, please,” he kept repeating it, not to us, not to Argyle, but to some crazy outer force that’d save him from this, that’d pick him up and drag him back to last week or better yet 14 years ago, before he’d had the mind to deal with these things.

“Jonathan… we have to go… please…” I whispered trying to lull him away from Argyle, I knew it was no use, he just started repeating it louder and harsher. His hands moved frantically over Argyles clothes, trying to wipe them clean of the burgundy pool that filled it.

“Will, that’s his favourite shirt, he hates dirtying his clothes. Will, we have to clean it. We have to get it off before he wakes up. He won’t like it, Will. He won’t like it.” He cried while trying to wring Argyle’s shirt of blood. “Will, help me!” He screamed, before he went back to mindlessly rambling about his shirt.

“John, we have to go, please.” I begged lightly pulling on his arm.

“No! He’s not up yet! Can you just wait. Give him a minute.” Jonathan knew he was gone, he just wouldn’t accept it. So, I looked at Steve, giving him a signal I hoped he’d take the right way. And he did. He walked over and started slowly pulling Jonathan away from Argyle. “No! Stop it!” he screamed and kicked against Steve, begging him to leave him be. My brother, begging Steve to just let him stay. My brother, promising Steve that Argyle’d be up in a few minutes. I couldn’t breathe. El couldn’t stand it, she had her face pressed into my chest while holding her hands tightly over her ears, silently begging the world to fix this. Jonathan just kept fighting, punching, screaming, kicking, begging. “Please… please, Steve… please.” He begged, falling still against Steve. El pushed off of me the second he did. She fell to her knees in front of Argyle and grabbed onto his hand, closing her eyes tightly.

Everything felt silent. The only sound in the room was Jonathan’s sobs. It was deafening. I couldn’t take it. All I could hear were his cries, his whimpers, his whispered begging, his almost silent praying. The silence was broken by a sigh… well more of a scream. I looked up and locked eyes with Jonathan. I watched as my brother ran and fell to his knees in front of a now heaving Argyle. El had stepped back and came back over to me, collapsing into my arms.

Jonathan wrapped his arms around the back of Argyle’s neck, straddling his lap. “I knew it! I fucking told them you were fine! You fucking asshole!” Jonathan’s voice broke as he cried into Argyle’s hair.

“Dude, you’re sitting on me.” Argyle laughed before groaning, clearly still recovering and I don’t think Jonathan’s weight was helping.

“Stop it! No, you’re not allowed to laugh! You can’t- you can’t laugh… it’s not allowed… don’t- don’t laugh… please.” Jonathan went from demanding to begging, all through tears.

“Okay, okay, no laughing, man.” Argyle rested his head against Jonathans, snaking his hands around his waist. “It’s okay, man. You’re okay.” Argyle comforted him.

“It’s not okay! Don’t tell me it’s fucking okay. You died, Argyle!” Jonathan cried clinging to Argyle.

Argyle pushed off him slightly, “Wait- I died?! Man, that’s not fair… I didn’t see any floating glowy dudes.” He said sadly.

Jonathan just stared at him, “Are you serious? That’s what you’re worried about? Floating glowy dudes?!” Jonathan glared at him with tears pooling in his eyes.

“Oh shit do you believe in something else- Floating glowy dudettes?” Argyle questioned, a small smile making its way up. I thought Jonathan would cry again, or yell. But he didn’t, he just laughed. He laughed and pressed his face to Argyle’s cheek, laughing softly while crying.

And then he kissed him.

Wait- he kissed him? I couldn’t believe it, my brother was kissing Argyle? No one even seemed phased? Nancy gasped, Steve smiled, El just quietly clapped her hands together smiling so big, Robin was nodding along as if this was planned. Everyone seemed so normal? How did I never realise? Then again I don’t think Argyle even noticed.

“Wait- You didn’t tell me we were bros that were allowed to kiss?!” He yelled before pulling Jonathan back in again.

Johnathan laughed, whiping the tears from his cheeks, “You would want to be?” It was both the least and most romantic thing ever, El looked over the moon.

“Dude- If you’d told me before we would’ve been bros who kissed like ages ago.” I won’t pretend I understand any of this, but they both seem happy I guess?

Jonathan just kissed him again, before Argyle pushed him off,

“Dude- My shirts red! I always wanted a red shirt!” Jonathan laughed and kissed his cheek.

#jargyle #argyle stranger things #jonathan byers #will byers #spicy six #my overdramatic ass loved writing this

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officialgleamstar · 9 months

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🩵 and 💚 !!

send me an emoji and I’ll give you a ship!

🩵 an old ship

im trying and failing so badly to think of anything interesting jhfbdghjbdfhjb i really liked genix from aphmau's phoenix drop high? those emo teens should have spent less time ruining people's lives and more time kissing each other i think

💚 a ship that you think deserves more love

begging on my hands and knees for more polytectives content. please. please. i want more drawtectives fan content in general but i need people specifically to indulge my silly lil polycule. they are so qpr coded

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total-killer-brainrot · 7 months

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Unrelenting

“Apologise and I might let you fuck me.”

His face went red. It was so cute. This man had surely never apologised in his life. And here you were demanding he beg for your forgiveness. It took an embarrassingly short time for him to come to terms with the request.

“Im-”

You cut him off. Pulling your knife out of your garter and pointing it at him.

“Ah ah… on your knees babe. Show me you're really sorry.” You felt giddy with power as he sank to his knees. Looking up at you with the most adorable look. A mix of regret, embarrassment and arousal. “Oh Johnny…” You purred. “This is a good look for you…”

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Johnny becomes obsessed with you after your last roadside interaction. You might be just as obsessed with him.

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All my fics are also on AO3

Not Beta Read. Rating: Explicit. Length: 5,048. Ship: Johnny Slaughter x You. Fem!Reader. Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, Blood, Stalking, Masturbation, Murder Kink, Blood,Hate Sex, Submissive Johnny, Dom/sub Undertones, Grinding, Degradation, Begging, Praise Kink, Cunnilingus, Body Worship, Hair Pulling, Vaginal Fingering, Semi-Public Sex, Vaginal Sex, Rough Sex, Biting, Rough Kissing, Soft kissing, Love Confessions, Out of Character Johnny

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Hurt Pride: Part 1 | 2 | 3

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WARNING: There is a VERY minor scene of SA before the smut starts. Nothing happens past kissing. But if you are uncomfortable with that please skip it. Everything with Johnny is consensual.

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It took him two whole hours to get back home. It was fully dark by the time his truck cruised down the dusty familiar driveway. To be fair, part of that was fighting humiliation as he jerked off in the middle of that old country road. It was an unsatisfying finish. Which only humiliated him more. And another hour at least of that journey was sitting in his truck thinking. About her. The sneaky little fox that bested him at his own game. And then every time he pictured her pressing that cute little knife of hers to his throat his jeans would get uncomfortably tight again. And the process would start all over again.

Only Sissy, Nancy and Junior were home when he finally arrived back. Sissy only gave a curious, and judgmental, look to his limp. But he ignored her. Nancy on the other hand fussed over him. Which was the last thing he wanted right now. Insisting he ‘lay down’ and ‘rest’ and some such bullshit. He didn’t need to relax. He needed to find his mystery killer. She plagued his thoughts. He refused to elaborate on his injuries to Nancy. He knew she was just worried about him, but there was no way in hell he was going to willingly face the embarrassment of sharing all the… intimate details with her.

He had to find her. He didn’t know how, if it was even possible at all. But he would. His existence couldn’t continue without this damn girl. He would find her. And marry her. Or kill her. Depending on how he felt in the moment.

You panted heavily. Body slick with sweat and blood pumping so hot through your veins that you felt like you were on fire. Every fibre of your being was buzzing with adrenaline and pure pleasure. You were sure that you must look like a mess. Hair wild and a spaced out happy look on your face. Though you were sure that the man below you didn’t care in the slightest. He was dead after all. And dead people didn’t really care about much.

You ran the hand that wasn’t covered in blood through your hair. Smoothing it down as you checked the entrance to the dark alley for any witnesses that you may have missed. Stepping over his lifeless body, avoiding the ever flowing pool of blood that threatened to ruin your nice shoes, you slipped easily back into the shadows to clean up. Wiping off what blood you could off your blade, hands, and dammit, your nice shoes. The bastard had gotten a splotch of dark red right on the heel.

It took a moment for you to realise you were scowling. That worried you. Typically after a fresh kill you were buzzing for days. But lately it just hadn’t felt the same. Of course, the kill itself was just as euphoric as ever. Driving a blade through someone's gut and watching the life leave their eyes was a feeling you could never quite describe. It fueled you. But instead of riding that high until you made it to the next town, you would find yourself itching for another hit far sooner. Sometimes even on the same night. You cursed as you looked down at your shaking hands. The adrenaline ebbing away and leaving you nervous and paranoid.

You blamed that stupid Johnny fella. You should have killed him. Your head hadn’t been right since you left him on that backwoods road. Every time you sliced into a new victim you found yourself disappointed that they screamed in pain instead of letting out those delicious little moans that you couldn’t stop thinking about.

A frustrated groan bubbled out of you and you stormed back out to kick the lifeless body lying before you.

“Fuck! Fucker!” You plunged your knife back into him. Again and again. Fuck this horrid man who had ruined murder for you. You couldn’t even finish a simple kill without him entering your thoughts. Now you were disappointed that your victims didn’t act like him? You were obsessed! It was ridiculous. You had to get this stupid redneck out of your head before he ruined you properly.

It had been over a week and Johnny was a mess. He hadn’t been able to bring anyone home for dinner. He was getting sloppy with his duties around the old farmhouse. And everyone could tell. They must have thought he was losing his mind. Every time he pictured her perfect face, twisted with pleasure and determination as she rode him. Putting him in his place… He spent a lot of time uncomfortably adjusting his pants. It wasn’t fun.

With an angry yell he slammed down the hood of the car he had been trying to fix for days now. Nothing was working for him. He nearly shoved Sissy right over as he stormed back inside and up to his room.

“Watch it!” She glared as she jumped out of his way. “Just go get your dick wet already! Stop making it everyone else's problem!”

He could kill her. He should kill her for even daring to tell him what to do. The audacity. She was just assuming he was pent up. Usually after a week or so he did get irritable. Especially if Drayton had been on his case about bringing home girls to eat that he had just… spent the night with. But this wasn’t like that. She wasn’t like that. He would never share her with them. If anyone was going to end her life, it would be him.

Back in his room he grabbed a bag, shoving a few clothes and minor supplies in it. His lucky knife, of course. And a few other knives as well, just in case she wanted to have a little fun when he found her. And he would find her. He had decided. He was a tracker. Hunter by nature. He had never had a chase where his prey had such a head start. But he had also never had a victim so important.

Crappy motels like this made you miss having a stable home. In your line of work, going home at the end of a long day was just a fantasy. You wondered how many nights spent sleeping on a cheap, lumpy mattress, or the back of your car, or on a victims couch, you had left in you. One day you would settle down. Maybe marry a nice guy. Kill him later. Play the sad widow at his funeral and live off his money for the rest of your life. That sounded nice. You smiled at the thought as you stared up at the water stained ceiling above you.

You were almost out of Texas now. You had spent far too long in this damned state anyway. Once you were out you could refresh. Forget… him. And move on to better things.

But now you were thinking about him again. Replaying his needy moans as you threatened to cut him up. Your hands drifted lower with a frustrated sigh. He had been so pliant in your hands. Not only would he have let you slit his throat right then and there, he would have liked it. You allowed that scenario to play out in your mind. Gutting him as he whined, cumming untouched before bleeding out beneath you. His last words begging you for more.

Your back arched off the bed as your fingers moved faster on your clit. Pausing only to discard your panties.

He had filled you so well. Like two perfect puzzle pieces. Your fingers would never be enough again after experiencing that cock. But they would have to do for now. One slipping inside as you pressed your thumb over your clit. Quick, dirty and rough. Exactly what you needed. Trying to keep your moans down as you allowed him to take over your brain. You knew he would do anything just to make you happy. And that sent you wild. Of course he would kill for you. Would you kill together? The very notion only made you wetter.

You turned your head to press it into the pillow as you felt your orgasm crest and reach its peak. Hands shaking as the wave of pleasure hit you. But it petered out too quickly. It wasn’t satisfying. You groaned into the pillow. Now you were just messy and still frustrated. Nothing gained.

It wasn’t easy. But it wasn’t as difficult as he had thought. This was different from tracking footprints across his own property. He had to play it smarter. Asking at gas stations, around town, desperate to know if anyone had seen this woman. And just his luck. They had. The thing with small towns is that people notice when someone new arrives. Especially someone odd. And no one was more odd than a serial killer on the run.

In less than two days Johnny was in the same town as her. He just knew it. He had never been this far away from home. But he was across the state. Nancy must be so worried. But she would understand. Once he brought her home it would be clear to all of them why he had been acting so strangely. She could join their little family and kill and butcher to her heart's content.

When he spotted her car in the parking lot of some old motel his heart nearly stopped. He was so close. But he didn’t want a repeat of last time. He would have to play this smart. He couldn’t rely on his old tricks to catch this one. So he parked out of town. Close enough that carrying a body back to it wouldn’t be difficult, but far enough that it would be unlikely that she would spot it. Then he made his way back on foot. Finding a hidden spot to watch the motel for her. She would come or go at some point. And he would know. His body thrumming with excitement at seeing her again.

It was hard to tell if your makeup was even in the dirty mirror of your dirty motel bathroom. You just had to hope. You adjusted your dress. A short little thing that, while it was a tad outdated, was still cute. More suited to the discotheques of the early 60s rather than today's modern age of 1973. But you still looked good. Great even. Enough so that perhaps you could knock out two, maybe even three tonight before retiring to your bed.

As you exited your room you felt a prickle up the back of your neck. Like you were being watched. You surveyed your surroundings slowly. But didn’t spot anyone. This wasn’t an unusual occurrence. Being a wanted murderer on the run tended to lead to some casual paranoia. And while it was against your better judgement, you brushed it off. You had been in this town for less than a day. No one knew you. There was no way anyone had any suspicions about you yet. Tomorrow perhaps they would bring up the mystery new girl in town when they whispered gossip about the bodies discovered that morning. But you would be gone by then.

You shook your hair out to rid yourself of the feeling. Then started walking down the street to the small nightclub you had spotted when you arrived. Despite the town’s size and desertedness, the club was bustling. All the local youth letting loose on a Saturday night.

Before even hunting for a target you allowed yourself to relax. Have a drink, just one of course, to keep a clear head, and dance. The music was good. Loud and funky. Very few radio stations in the local area played new music. Mostly news reports and oldies that didn’t particularly interest you. So it was nice to enjoy some good tunes and let your hair down for one night. Who knows when you would get this opportunity again.

She was even more perfect than Johnny remembered. Her hair styled, makeup done. That dress was far too short to be fair. He was shocked that every guy that saw her wasn’t bending over backwards to get in her panties. Not that he would let any of them. He owned that pussy even if she didn’t know it yet. But surely it went against even cosmic rule that existed to let a woman as perfect as that pass you by like it was nothing.

You were grinning. It had been weeks since you had smiled genuinely without a dead body at your feet. The music beating inside you intune with your heart. And you had spotted a victim. He kept glancing at you. Giving a smarmy grin and a wink whenever you meet eyes. Gross. But useful. After a while of making eyes at him from across the club you nodded for the bathroom. His eyes widened for a moment in surprise before nodding quickly and following you inside.

His hands were on you as soon as the door was locked. You gasped as he pushed you up against the sink, his lips pressing against yours sloppily. You placed your hands on his chest, trying to push him off so you would have a chance to think. To grab your blade. But he gripped both your wrists, groaning as he pressed closer to you.

“So… pretty…” he mumbled between messy kisses. He was strong. You hadn’t been expecting this. He looked easy. But you couldn’t pull your arms away. And he wasn’t giving you an opportunity to speak. Panic rose in your throat for a second but you pushed it down. You were better than this. You had been in much more dangerous situations with much more dangerous men. Johnny flashed into your mind. Then he flashed in front of your eyes.

The scum on top of you squeaked, then gurgled as blood splattered across your face. You blinked in surprise as he was pulled off you. The knife lodged in his throat being tugged out roughly and plunged back into his chest. You could only watch in stunned surprise as Johnny butchered him. He looked manic. Already covered in blood. Eyes wide and crazy as his knife punctured the man's stomach over and over again. It took you far too long to sink in that he was here. In front of you. Crammed in this tiny club bathroom with you. Killing your mark. You scowled as he stepped off the mutilated body. He looked up at you, grinning eagerly. The smile faltered when he saw your furious expression.

“What the fuck Johnny. He was mine.” You spat through grit teeth. He stared at you for a moment. Confused by your reaction. It took him a moment to snap out of it and glare back.

“You’re kidding right? I just saved your sorry ass.” He jabbed a bloody finger into your chest as he got in your face. Crowding you back against the sink again. Though this time you didn’t mind so much.

“ Saved me? Excuse you. I had that under control. Who are you to decide when I need saving?” You jabbed him back. He was so hot. Inches away from your face and covered in blood. You were already soaked.

He kissed you.

You kissed back.

He was rough, controlling. But one harsh bite to his bottom lip and he backed off. Allowing you to take charge of the kiss. It made you smirk. Even all hyped up on the kill he would submit to you easily.

You pressed a knee up between his legs and he groaned weakly. Rutting against it like he hadn’t cum in weeks. By the desperate look in his eyes he probably hadn’t. His hands roamed over your body. Desperate to commit it to memory as he grinded against your knee. You laughed against his lips.

“You’re like a fucking dog…” You gripped his hair to pull him back, forcing his neck to crane back uncomfortably. He panted heavily. Blood smeared with your lipstick across his mouth. “Chased me all this way just to steal my kill and rut against me like a needy mutt…” You were being mean. But you knew he liked that. Especially since he was starting to whimper. So quietly you could barely hear it over the music from back in the club.

You pushed him off you, lifting yourself up to sit on the edge of the sink. Keeping one leg up, pushing against his chest to keep him away from you.

“Apologise and I might let you fuck me.”

“Im-”

You cut him off. Pulling your knife out of your garter and pointing it at him.

“Ah ah… on your knees, babe. Show me you're really sorry.” You felt giddy with power as he sank to his knees. Looking up at you with the most adorable look. A mix of regret, embarrassment and arousal. “Oh Johnny…” You purred. “This is a good look for you…”

He took a deep breath, glancing down at the body laying lifeless next to him before back up to meet your eyes.

“I’m… sorry. I thought… I thought you needed help. He was touching you! What… What was I supposed to do? Watch him have his way with you? Darlin’ you know I couldn’t do that…”

You stayed quiet for a while. Watching him fidget uncomfortably under you glare.

“Have his way with me?” You repeated. Digging your high heel into his chest a little harder. Just to make him uncomfortable. “Baby, what if I wanted him to fuck me?” Of course you would never. But watching it dawn on his face was a wonderful feeling. As he realised he may have just interrupted a perfectly regular hook up.

Your heel trailed down his abdomen to press up against the bulge in his jeans roughly. Making his breath hitch. His eyes fluttered closed for a moment as you held it there. His hips jutting forward ever so slightly as he fought the urge to grind against you.

“You’re lucky you're hot. Because I will allow you to make it up to me.” His eyes shot open once again. Eager to please. You nearly burst out laughing. But you managed to keep your cool. Your empty hand reached out for him. “Give me your knife.”

Johnny hesitated. His blade was as much a part of him as his own arm. To give it up would be to give up part of himself. He would never even consider it if it had been anyone else. But you… who had haunted his dreams since you had met. Who had ruined his life, and saved it, at the same time. He placed the large blade into your waiting palm. A symbol of true trust. If you were to kill him now, he would accept it. He wouldn’t want to go any other way. As a fellow killer, you understood the true significance to this action. You placed the blade carefully in the sink behind you. Safe for now, and out of his reach.

“Good boy.” He practically glowed at the praise. And you had to hold yourself back from getting on the floor with him and kissing him like your life depended on it. Instead you calmly spread your legs. Removing your heel so he could move once again. “Eat me out, and I might let you fuck me after. If you do good.”

He nodded quickly. The instructions set in stone in his mind. You were expecting him to get to work right away. Chasing the prospect of his own pleasure. But instead he started slow. Lifting one of your legs and slowly kissing up your calf to your inner thigh. His tongue darting out to clean up any blood splatter left there. Savouring the taste just as much as you savoured his lips. He was gentle as he guided your hips up, allowing him to tug down your panties. But instead of diving right in he returned to pressing gentle kisses over your inner thighs. His large hands resting under your knees to keep your legs lifted and spread apart.

You bit your lip gently. Closing your eyes to the soft touches. Nearing your core then moving away before he ever reached it. He was so good at driving you crazy. A whine escaped your throat and you felt him leave you. But before you could scold him you felt his lips close over your clit. Sucking for a brief moment before licking over the sensitive bud.

“Oh fuck…” you breathed out, your free hand reaching down to grip his hair tight. Making him groan against you. Sending wonderful vibrations through your clit and up your spine. You rolled your hips up against his tongue with a soft moan. You thought you maybe felt him smile. Probably proud of making you crumble at his touch. You were still in total control of course. But you allowed him this. Let him command your body with his touch.

Your gaze returned to his face. Surprised to see he was watching you closely. You grinned down at him, before breaking again with another moan. He mumbled against you quietly.

“Can I use my fingers?”

You raised an eyebrow at his request. “You may.” Biting your lip as you felt those gorgeous long fingers prod at your entrance. Quickly tacking on at the end before you lost yourself again. “Good boy for asking.”

He preened, slipping two fingers inside you easily then returning his attention to your clit as he curled them slowly. You rocked up to meet his mouth. Your gasps and whines filling the small room. He was watching your every move. Discovering exactly how you liked it and repeating it skillfully until your head was fuzzy and your thighs were shaking.

His fingers curled once again, hitting that sweet spot inside you just as he put the right amount of pressure on your clit. You came. Hard. You pulled his hair much harsher than you meant to as your orgasm rocked you. But he loved that. Moaning with you as you rolled your hips against his tongue and rode the wave of pleasure. It was exactly what you had needed. That itch you had been trying to scratch since you had left him on the side of the road finally sated.

You leaned back until your head rested on the mirror behind you. Body going lax as he gazed up at you from between your legs. You smiled down at him as you got your breathing under control. His mouth and chin were wet with your slick. He seemed to also be out of breath. So caught up in your pleasure that his own arousal was hitting him all at once. He didn’t even try to touch himself. So obedient.

“So good baby…” You cooed. Gesturing for him to get to his feet and sitting up properly to reach for his belt. “So… good…” You mumbled between kisses. Tasting yourself on his lips. Tugging his jeans and boxers down just enough. Your leg hooked over his hip to pull him closer. Abandoning your own knife so that you could cup his cheek and tug on his hair at the same time. Kissing him deeper. Blood and arousal on his tongue driving you wild. His hands on your hips, lifting you and pulling you close enough for his cock to slide inside of you. Not as much of a stretch as last time. As he had fully prepared you with his fingers and you were already dripping from your orgasm. Still it nearly knocked the breath out of you. Eyes rolling back into your head as he paused inside him.

He broke the kiss to rest his head against your chest with a low groan. You ran your fingers through his hair and scratched his scalp gently. Allowing him a moment to enjoy being surrounded by you again.

“Needed this so… so fucking bad…” he gasped out against your collarbone. Lips pressing lazy kisses there as he moved, slow, shallow thrusts inside you. “Please… let me cum this time… Please…” you glanced down, surprised he was begging with no prompting. He shook his head gently. “I think I will finally lose my mind if you don't let me…” You could tell he was being sincere. He was so whipped that he couldn’t face another day without finishing inside you.

That mean streak inside you flared up though. With a soft hum you tilted your head. Watching him struggle to contain his arousal.

“If you fuck me good, baby, then sure.”

He broke with a groan, pulling out almost entirely before slamming back into you. It took your breath away. Then he did it again before you could even recover from the first one. Building a fast and relentless rhythm. Your head dropped back against the mirror once again with a long

moan. His cock splitting you open in the best way possible.

Johnny moved how his head rested on your chest so that he could bite and suck at your collarbone and shoulder. If you were in your right mind you would tell him off. Maybe even punish him a little. But you couldn’t bring yourself to even bother. Allowing him to claim you in a small way. Now it was his turn for his moans to fill the room. So lost to your warm tightness that he was drawing near his peak fast. Shuddering as each thrust nearly threw him over the edge. Though a thought kept nagging at the back of his mind. If he came before you, even though you had cum already, you would be angry. And leave. Again. But on the other hand, if he made sure you finished a second time before he could even once, you could leave him hard and helpless once again. Neither option was appealing. But he had never once taken his own pleasure over his partners. Even in such a vital situation as this.

All the pretty victims that had fallen to his lucky knife he had at least granted the decency of a good fuck beforehand. And even though there was no chance he would kill you now, he wanted to make sure you were fully pleased. His own sanity be damned. He bit down on your shoulder hard at the same time as his thumb found your clit.

You were already so sensitive. And the sudden shock of pain and pleasure very nearly had you tumbling into another orgasm. Your thighs squeezing his waist as you cried out his name. Your nails clawing down his back. This all only encouraged him to thrust faster. Harder. Fucking into you like his life depended on it. Despite your efforts to stay in control of your own body you reached your second peak embarrassingly fast. Arching your back against his chest as another wave washed over you and sent your reeling.

“Oh my… Johnny… Fuck!” You clenched around his cock and heard him let out a shuddering groan. He was so pent up. So frustrated over the last couple weeks of chasing you down. It all came to a head and a weak whimper escaped his throat as he finished inside you. His thrusts faltering before slowing to a stop inside you. You were too out of it to even care.

You both rested there. Panting heavily and entangled in eachothers arms. You pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek and felt him smile where his head laid on your chest. It was an oddly soft moment. Soft for a post sex cuddle in a dirty nightclub bathroom with a dead body lying on the floor at your feet.

Johnny slowly pulled away from you. Staying inside you but leaning back to look you in the eyes. He had an unusually sentimental look in his eye. And despite how little you had known him, you knew it was worrying.

“Come with me…” he whispered. As if he spoke too loud he might scare you off. “Please. I won’t hurt you… I promise, darlin’. I just need you… always.” He pressed a soft kiss to your lips before you could answer. You smiled gently. You had never wanted to be tied down. But maybe things could be different. You held his face carefully and pulled him away from you. Making him look you in the eye.

“Johnny baby… I like you. I really do. I…” You paused, thinking over your words very carefully. “I think I do want to be with you. But you can’t ask me to give up the things I love.” You glanced down at the body at his feet and gestured in frustration. “I don’t need ‘protecting’ or whatever you buff macho brain has come up with…” He blinked in surprise. Then barked out a nervous laugh.

“Are you kidding? Baby doll, that's why I want you.” He kissed you again and grinned almost menacingly. “I want to watch you kill… I want to do it together. I promise I won’t ever get in your way again…” his hands drifted down to your hips. “My family would… well I wouldn’t say love you… they’re not too fond of outsiders… but once you show them what you can do, baby. They’ll understand your value.”

You snorted and raised an eyebrow. “You got a family of backwood killers out here in the middle of nowhere Texas? Why am I not surprised…”

He grinned. Proud to finally share this with you.

“Come with me. We can make hell.”

You were interrupted by a loud pounding on the door. The two of you had been occupying the club's only bathroom for far too long now. You glanced at each other nervously.

“Get us out of here safe and you have a deal.”

He kissed you once again, reaching behind you to pluck his knife out of the sink.

#texas chainsaw massacre #johnny slaughter #johnny slaughter x reader #johnny slaughter x you #TKB Fics

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skadren · 1 year

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I keep seeing a bunch of live and let go, boundaries are personal and not moral stances posts about writing and i largely agree ppl should be able to explore what they want in fic but also. Is there a way to balance or talk about "hi um white author so you kinda reinvented racism/blood eugenics and unilaterally present sex work as inherently degrading and etc etc etc for Shipping Angst Drama fodder, when the text is like. None of that" in fandom or even just in like. A server community. Maybe I'm a bit sensitive bc i feel constructed/projected misery is kind of tacky to begin with and i wouldn't do it with a complete stranger but idk my guy. I don't want to alienate myself but it's weird to go completely uncritical here

i think there are a couple items you need to check off the list before you can go "yes talking to internet stranger #37461239 about a highly sensitive topic is a good idea"

is it tagged appropriately? if it's tagged trust me the writer knows. they have probably gotten way more unsolicited feedback than they would really like

is the portrayal you're concerned about reinforcing an unhealthy or discriminatory predominant social narrative? if it is and you think the writer is genuinely unaware, then yeah, it might be worth bringing up. the emphasis here is on predominant please i am begging on my hands and knees

will this result in a productive conversation? if the intent behind this is to get people to reconsider, it isn't helping anyone if you know it will just lead to them doubling down and doing it even worse. at that point you're only making a performative statement to validate your own stance

if it really is bothering you that much, is there a compelling reason why you can't just block and move on? it isn't your responsibility nor is it feasible to fix how a fandom is doing things, especially if it's a group of people you don't really know. your own mental health always comes first, and a bit of salty venting in private with your friends never hurts anyone

if it IS a friend or acquaintance who is doing this and you think they would be open to discussing it with nuance, then you can probably bring it up. if that person has a basic level of consideration and respect for you it tends to go well, but i've also seen people double down because they already know there's something wrong with their attitudes but get mad at you for wanting them to change, and then it creates a whole ton of drama and people get hurt and it's not pretty. so. ymmv

ultimately, someone's views on racism or sex work or whatever is reflective of a broader social norm, and fandom is not the best space to try to fix that through confrontation-- it's usually someone's "safe space" where they want to retreat from the world, not come face-to-face with any sort of personal reckonings. do i think it's a mark of privilege that some people have the luxury of ignoring these issues when they "just want to have fun"? yes, but again, this is about being able to have productive discussion, not about what's "fair". unfortunately.

my two cents: if you're in a server community or some other space that makes you uncomfortable there's really nothing wrong with going "hey, we have fundamentally different standards when it comes to [x], and i don't think i want to be here" and moving on. the best way to challenge these things is quite literally to make your own food. there's a much better chance of the people you're worried about coming across it and realizing they like it than magically being able to argue them down with well-placed logic and reasonable points or whatever

EDIT: OH ALSO IM STUPID if you mean talking about it in general. not naming writer names but trends in the fandom. yes absolutely-- not in a public space like social media but definitely find a group of people who you trust who you can talk about these things with!! it is good and healthy. just make sure it isn't just a discord server open to the public or smth tho so you personally know and trust everyone who can see it (and you don't accidentally shit talk someone who is in that space lmao)

#skadren rambles #long post #tldr; fandom is allowed to be your safe space too and you dont need to cater to anyone. or fix them. or whatever #it's less that 'people writing these things is okay' and more #starting drama is never a good look and it shits on your mental health and the internet is not a good place for nuanced discussions anyways #if you're planning to take on a whole community you will NOT be able to win i promise

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yourmamakira · 2 years

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NSFW Prompts List

Smut prompts list, I'm new to all this smut writing, but I'm open to writing it! I'm always down to get better. Let's read me. As a very much virgin. Writing smut, TOGETHER. LETS GO BABY!!

People I will not write Smut for, If you request any of these even as a joke. You will be block. No hesitate.

Technoblade, Tommy, Tubbo (Any Minors), Any uncomfortable ships between CC!'s or Even C!'s (Example: Phil x Tommy or Wilbur x Tubbo or some nasty shit like that.) You will be blocked. I do not play around with shit like that.

Glad you understand.

[Prompts Master list]

"This Cock isn't gonna suck itself"

"So desperate for it aren't you? Well if you want it so bad you better start taking it"

"I'd hold onto somthing if I were you"

"I love it when you moan my name"

"Just a little harder"

"Let me give you a reason to stay in bed"

"No panties?"

"I want you now."

"Use you're tounge."

"Please don't stop"

"I can't sleep without you here."

"If you don't change out of those shorts and into some pants I'll have them around by lunch."

"Do you like that?"

"You need a place to stay for tonight?"

"Spend time with...me?"

"Look what you did to me"

"I want to taste you"

"I think it's time to get rid of that V-Card"

"Open you're mouth"

"If you want to come, you better beg"

"Maybe I should leave you here. Let somome else fuck you while I watch, you'd like that wouldn't you, Slut"

"That feels so good"

"Dont cum yet"

"Strip. Now."

"Take off you're clothes" "what" "did I studder? I said take off you're godam clothes"

"Bite me!" "If you insist"

"Can you feel what you're doing to me?"

"This is a one time thing"

"Tell me how you like it"

"Tell me how my dick tastes, tell me how my mother fuckint dick taste!"

"Get on you're hands and knees. Right now"

"I just wana fuck you up against that glass so everyone knows how good I have it."

"I just want to please you"

"Each of my thoughts about you are improper"

"I love it when you kiss my neck"

"Don't be gentle"

"Next time I won't be this generous"

"I've never wanted to fuck you more then I do right now" "well I doubt that" "wanna bet?"

"You want to have sex with me?"

"You're not going out dress like that"

"I can no longer remain Professional"

"Make me"

"You're mine"

"I live it when you talk dirty to me"

"I'll let you do anything if you touch me now."

"I've never wanted to fuck you this badly"

"This is new"

"Dont give me that look"

"Like what you see?"

"Stay quiet"

"I told you to stay still"

"I promise I'll be good"

"Just shut up and fuck me"

"You feel so good"

"I want you inside me"

"I think I like you better with a gag in you're mouth"

"I'd like to breed you."

"Prehaps o need to remind you of you're place."

"I think I've made my intentions clear"

"Be a good girl and spread you're legs"

"Dont worry I'll take good care of you"

"I know a workout you might actually enjoy"

"Come on. Take it like a good pet"

"Think you can handle that much?"

"Let me show you what happens yo little brats who don't follow the rules."

"How do you feel about two at once?"

"I want it to hurt"

"I had no idea you were into this kinda thing~"

"Dont temp me."

"I've never done this before"

"Dont be afraid, its just me"

"I just want to feel something"

"I swaer to God im gonna duck the next person that walks through that door."

"I want you're cock in my mouth"

"Wanna join?"

"Mind if I join?"

"Im either joking or watching, prick"

"Dont make me take you home and punish you"

"You're more then just a one night stand"

"Don't forget who you belong to."

"Want me to give it back? Make me"

"Would you just shut up and kiss me already"

"Try to stay quiet, understand?"

"I think I've spoiled you to much these last few days"

"We're in public, you know?"

This list is eventually gonna reach 410, Which is when it stops. But this is all I can write right now while it being 12 am and school starts in two days.

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in-my-feels-probably · 1 year

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Hey! I have no idea if this is bathe right place lol

Congrats on 1k!!

Can I request option 2 for the Grishaverse, platonic if you don’t mind!

-My pronouns are he/they/she

- I mostly listen to PTV, MCR, Cavetown, and Beach Bunny

- My fashion style mostly revolves around all black, platforms, and oversized clothes, but I really like long coats and capes.

- I’m pretty awkward lol

- In terms of physical appearance, im average height i guess (??) and i have a grown out buzz cut with medium brown hair and blue eyes.

- I literally do not know how to shut up if you ask me about something I like

- I can hold a grudge for YEARS

- honors burnout… lol

Thanks and congrats!

hi!

thank you for participating :)

i ship you (platonically) with jesper!

he'd think you're so cool omg. just based off your style alone, he'd immediately be intrigued by you. he cares a lot about his own style and appearance, so he'd appreciate someone else who cares about their own fashion. not that its a huge deal or anything, he just likes feeling confident in himself, and would understand you dressing for the same reason. no idea what your sexuality is, and i dont mean to assume, but you sound liike just based off appearances, you're part of the lgbt+ community. you two would look so fashionable (and queer) next to the group, and such a chaotic duo.

oh god, the group would not get a moments rest with you two together. you could talk about anything and everything, and you would. jesper loves hearing himself talk, but hes so effortlessly funny and charismatic that people let him. he needs someone who can match his level of banter, and you could. it literally wouldn't matter what you were talking about, he'd just enjoy talking to you. you'd defnitely drive kaz mad if you were paired up together for anything, but even he would be amused every once in a while.

jesper knows all about the honors burnout. he didn't even make it out of university. he decided his talents are better used elsewhere, and would understand if you did the same.

the grudge thing might get in the way of your time together. with how sarcastic he is, he might piss you off every once in a while. and he's too proud to say he's sorry, at least for a while. he'd start doing random things to earn your favor back, but it would amuse you to just let him keep trying, even when you weren't mad anymore. one day, he'd get so sick of it that he'd crack. pluz, kaz would get sick of jesper's whining, and make him apologize to you so jesper would leave him alone.

"kaz talks more than this! i'm dying over here, come on. please?" he'd ask, and you'd fight to hide your grin.

"who says i want to talk to you?"

"you know you do," he'd muse, breaking out in a smile as you finally talked to him. "come on, its been a day already. are you going to make me get down on my knees and beg?"

you couldn't hide your grin any longer. "that would be a sight. go on, then."

he'd pout, shaking his head. "come on! will you just get over it and come with me? kaz gave me a job, and i can't be expected to go my own way in silence. really, it's detrimental on my health. will you please just come? we can bother kaz later with our findings."

you'd roll your eyes, chuckling. "fine. if you're gonna be a baby about it. i guess i'll relieve you of your suffering."

"yes!' he'd cheer, already in better spirits. "i'll come up with a better apology next time. lets go!'

he'd already be heading out the door before you could scold him. "next time? why does there have to be a next time?' just behave!"

so sorry for the wait! i hope you enjoyed this :)

#1k followers #1k followers celebration #1000 followers #1000 followers celebration #followers celebration #jesper fahey x reader #six of crows #shadow and bone

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lesbobiwan · 3 years

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8 with Hunter 🥺 Please and thank you 😇

#8: "If you're going to act like a little brat then I'm going to treat you like a little brat." + Hunter

warnings: spanking as punishment, cunnilingus, the joys of trying to have a sex life while being a parent to a nosy child

(lets pretend that the galaxy is nice and the bad batch has both omega and crosshair on board. because im the writer and say fuck u cowboy hat man. also u guys r here for porn. not plot)

It wasn't like you were being serious. You only wanted to have a little fun.

Crosshair was just... conveniently there.

"You must have very steady hands," you remark, holding up Crosshair's hand to inspect them.

He smirks from around his toothpick, totally aware of what little game you're playing but always ready to fuck with his brother.

His fingers are more slender than Hunter's, nimble in a way that's beneficial for a man who lives his life on the trigger of a gun.

You've always valued thickness over length.

You continue to inspect Crosshair's fingers regardless.

He lets you ooh and ahh at his fingers and in turn gets a nice confidence boost while fucking with Hunter. A beneficial relationship.

The vein on Hunter's is getting exponentially larger with every second you spend touching Crosshair, but it isn't until Crosshair offers to give you a personal demonstration of how useful his fingers can be that Hunter stands up.

"Alright," Hunter's voice is short and clipped and sure to cause the best kind of pain for your backside. "Everybody out." He stands up from his bunk, drawing the attention of Wrecker, Tech, Echo, and Omega.

"What?" Echo's voice is incredulous as he looks up from whatever he was tinkering with.

"Where are we going?" Omega asks, bouncing up to her feet.

You would smile at her overabundant enthusiasm if it weren't for the fact that you wanted to be fucked. Now.

Being a new parent really puts a damper on your sex life, which was already had to be a little sneaky to begin with when you shared a ship with four other people.

Hunter falters, mouth falling open but staying silent.

"Um, Hunter and I just need to talk about something real quick, sweetheart," you cover, excitement starting to build in your gut.

Tech scoffs and mumbles something under his breath.

Wrecker elbows him hard enough to shove Tech into the side of the bunk.

"Oh," Omega rolls onto the backs of her heels, "what about?"

Yup, you're tapped out for trying to come up with excuses to get a child out of the house so you can have sex.

You look at Hunter and gesture out towards Omega. Your turn.

"Uhm... adult stuff," Hunter stammers smartly.

"C'mon, kid," Wrecker plucks Omega up around the waist and hauls her under his arm like a ball, easily leading her out of the ship.

Tech and Echo are the next to rise, both of them hauling little scraps of machinery.

"You do know we're in the middle of nowhere," Tech reminds the two of you on your way out.

"Out, Tech."

Crosshair is the last to get up, groaning with the obvious tremendous effort it takes to stand up. "You owe me," he informs you, pointing one of his long fingers at you.

"Bye, Crosshair," you sing, reaching out to graze a finger along his wrist as he steps past you.

The tension in the ship is palpable.

"I can't help but feel like you're mad at me," you point out, eyes trailing over the way that Hunter's broad chest rises and falls with each of his deep inhales.

You see Hunter's nostrils flair — most likely breathing in your arousal. No sooner than the thought enters your mind, Hunter's eyes dilate. Definitely breathing in your arousal.

Still, he doesn't say anything.

"Me and Cross were just having some fun," you defend, cheeks growing red.

Suddenly, your grand idea doesn't seem that grand anymore.

"Do you want to do this here? Or in the bedroom?" Hunter steps closer into your personal space, so close you can smell the GAR issued soap on him mixed with something distinctly Hunter.

He's offering you a small bit of mercy, a small portion of control in your punishment.

Then you have to open your big mouth.

"We could always use Crosshair's bun — hey!"

Hunter's hand closes around your hair within one breath and the next.

"Hunter!" you cry out, hands scrambling at his wrist, "What the hell are you doing? Let me go!"

He sits on a bunk and — oh, fuck it's actually Crosshair's bunk, Hunter's actually doing this — sprawls you across his lap, one heavy hand on the back of your neck.

Heat rushes to your cheeks and your cunt. "Okay, this isn't funny," you say, while internally you beg for him to keep going, "let me up."

You don't try as hard as you should to get out of his grasp. You think Hunter knows.

"No." Hunter's grip on your neck tightens while his other hand drags both your pants and panties over your ass until they get stuck around your knees. "If you're going to act like a little brat then I'm going to treat you like a little brat."

Shit. You rub your thighs together over his lap, one of your hands clasping around his ankle.

"How many do you think you deserve after that little stunt?" Hunter asks, though you know it's purely rhetorical. "Ten? Fifteen?" His hand swipes across the meat of your asscheeks, warming up the skin before he strikes it — another small mercy.

You hold your breath. You're sure any number you give will only be doubled.

Hunter huffs. "Smart girl," he comments at your silence. "Count."

That's all the warning you get before —

Smack!

You yelp at the first sting across your skin. The sound registers first before the pain. You jerk across his lap, kicking your legs out as you squeal.

The hand on the back of your neck tightens imperceptibly. "Forgetting something?"

"One!" you cry out, voice thick.

He offers you no praise. Not yet, at least. He knows this is light work for you. It's towards the end of your punishment that he'll have to start talking you through it.

Smack!

Hunter's palm lands on your opposite cheek, harder this time.

"Two!" you yelp, hands clenching around Hunter's ankle.

True to form, it takes more than a few spanks in order for you to begin to reach your limit. Your eyes get teary and you do your best to dig your face into the pristine sheets of Crosshair's bunk.

Still, despite your pain, you feel your inner thighs get slick with your arousal.

"That's my girl," Hunter coos, fingers turning almost gentle as he scratches at the nape of your neck. "Just a couple more, can you do that for me?"

His hand soothes the skin of your burning ass, but you jerk against him in sensitivity.

It's too much. Too much, you just want to be good for him now.

"Color?" Hunter prods, pulling his hand away from your stinging cheeks.

"Green!" you sob into the sheets.

Good girls take their punishment.

Hunter gives you one appraising squeeze to the back of your neck, distinctly different from how he grabbed it to get you under control, and wastes no time in delivering two succinct and brutal spanks — one to each cheek.

You wail out each corresponding number and allow yourself to devolve into tears against the sheets.

Hunter smoothes contact-warm palms over your ass cheeks, soothing the ache as best he can without getting up to grab some bacta. "Good girl," he praises, "such a good girl for me," his hand around the back of your neck slides up and begins scratching at your scalp just the way you like.

You feel your heart rate slowing down, and no doubt Hunter can too, under his careful ministrations. The ache in your ass is no less prevalent, but you can bare it.

Besides, you think as you begin to roll your hips against his thighs, there's another feeling you can focus on, instead.

Hunter chuckles, sliding the hand on your ass to dip between your thighs and ghost a finger along your folds, "Well, I suppose you do deserve a reward, don't you?"

You turn to look at him over your shoulder with teary eyes. "Please?"

Hunter flicks his thumb across your clit, and you jolt across his lap for a different reason this time. "Hands and knees, baby," he murmurs, patting your hip once to signal for you to move.

Your limbs feel sluggish as you pull yourself off his lap. "On the floor?" you ask as you start to lower yourself onto the cold ground.

A hand around your wrist stops you. "No. Right here."

Your eyes flew open. On Crosshair's bunk? Spanking you in one thing, but fucking you?

Your cunt burns in excitement. Crosshair will never forgive you and you'll never forget this.

You settle yourself onto your hands and knees on the worn-in mattress, and you don't have to wait long at all before broad, thick fingers are spreading your thighs open and a wicked tongue is pressing against your cunt.

"Fuck!" you cry out, back bowing as Hunter dives in.

His tongue is downright sloppy as he does his best to bury his face in your dripping folds. The sounds he's making against you are obscene and make your facial cheeks go almost as red as your ass cheeks.

Hunter groans against your cunt like it's the best thing he's eaten, and you tremble with the vibrations.

Fuck, you're so close already, it's not even fair.

His lips wrap around your clit and he sucks.

"Hunter!" you sob, falling face first into the mattress. Your thighs tremble beneath his hands.

After being spanked within an inch of your life, your orgasm is tittering along a cliff's edge, ready to be knocked over by the barest gust of wind that comes along in the form of Hunter sliding two thick fingers into your cunt and curling.

You fall apart around him, lips falling open in a wordless scream as your walls clench around his fingers. His relentless lips that sucked at your clit switch to slow licks as you ride out your orgasm.

Hunter pulls his fingers from your sopping pussy with a wet squelch. Immediately, he sucks his fingers into his mouth.

You watch behind heavy eyelids as Hunter licks up every last drop of your release — you also notice the large wet spot in the front of Hunter's pants.

The knowledge that he came in his pants like some fresh-faced cadet is almost enough to have you wanting a second round.

"C'mon, baby," Hunter rasps, "Let's get you cleaned up."

When the rest of the crew comes back, Crosshair takes one look his bunk, with a wet spot from your tears and the crumpled up sheets and immediately groans.

"You're both disgusting. You're washing my sheets," he complains, pulling them off his bed as best he can without touching too much of them.

"Why?" Omega asks, popping her head in out of nowhere. "What'd they do?"

Yeah, Hunter can deal with that one too, you think as you burrow your face deeper into his chest and close your eyes.

#100 follower celebration #hunter brat tame me challenge #sergeant hunter x reader #hunter x reader

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ppersonna · 4 years

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right here - jjk | m

↳ summary- a cruise with your best fuck buddy takes an interesting turn.

↳ rating- explicit/18+/nsfw

↳ pairing- jeon jungkook x reader

↳ word count- 1.6k

↳ genre- REQUEST, smut

↳ warnings- fingering, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (wrap it UP), slight dirty talk, exhibitionism, teasing, creampie, whew lindy you sure have a niche kink that you must write about in every fic huh :/ this is all smut im sorry that there’s bare minimum plot lol

↳ a/n- here’s my first drabble request for jk! i’m excited to give cherry koo his time to shine. i’ll be working on all the requests ive been given and making nice little banners for them too. thanks to @ladyartemesia and @taetaewonderland and @chimoona and @sombreboy for reading over this and helping me not want to quit writing lol

This request was “I could just pull your bikini bottoms to the side, no one will notice.”

Jungkook stares at you as if you’re his last meal, and he’s a prisoner on death row.

It’s shameless the way he ogles you. He doesn’t even wear sunglasses as he stares at your long legs unabashedly while lounging on the secluded deck of the cruise ship. You can see the way his eyes trail over your body, following the beads of sweat that trickle down from the beating of the hot sun.

“Jungkook,” you murmur quietly. “You’re staring.”

It shakes him out of the daze your body put him in—the spell he always falls under when he gets a look at you in the tiny bikini you wear when you want to avoid unsightly tan lines.

“Was I?” He asks as he licks his lips and takes a sip of his beer.

You smirk fondly and continue reading your book. Jungkook doesn't stop staring. His eyes rest on your chest, watching the way your breasts lift and fall with each breath. You can tell he’s getting worked up now by the way his thighs tense as he tries to control himself.

A delicious thought crosses your mind and it makes you smirk.

“Hey,” you speak as you turn on the lounge bed towards your stomach, exposing your backside to the hot sun. “Could you help me lotion up my back? I don’t want to burn.”

Jungkook stills for a moment, visibly swallowing. You idly wonder if teasing your best friend and fuck buddy like this is going too far. But, he did mention something about seeing a girl named Jessica next week when you get home from vacation and maybe it’s best if you remind him just what he’d miss out on. You couldn’t help the jealousy building inside of you at the idea of Jungkook with another woman.

“Alright,” he says after a moment of consideration.

He sets his cold beer on the deck and stands, adjusting his tight swim shorts as he does so. You can’t help but grin, knowing he needs his adjustments due to the precarious situation you’ve put him in.

He locates the white bottle of sunscreen lotion and squirts a hefty amount into his palms and rubs them together, before kneeling over your body. Each knee brackets your body and he hovers over your ass, swim bottoms exposing clefts of your lower cheeks. You can feel the way his knees tighten around you, hold you tighter.

The lotion is cold as he places his hands on you, rubbing small circles on your lower back and working his way upwards, ensuring the white cream is thoroughly blended into your smooth skin.

“Shit,” he murmurs as he caresses you. The skin of your body drives him crazy. You feel like silk and he wants to run his hands all over you. Both hands work eagerly now, no longer focused on the sunscreen and instead on the way your skin feels under his touch.

“You okay?” You ask coyly, turning your head towards the cherry-headed boy above you.

“Fucking tease.”

You stifle a laugh with your hand and wiggle your hips gently.

“You caught on quick.”

Jungkook grunts as his hands tug at your bikini bottoms, snapping the elastic against your skin.

“I could just pull these to the side,” he muses as his hand trails hot on your covered ass. “No one would even notice.”

You bite your lip as the fire within you roars to life. His hand slides down to the exposed skin your bottoms don’t cover, the cheeky globes tempting him to expose more.

“I could just fuck you right here.”

You chance a glance around you, noticing the upper deck of the ship you’re on is still deserted save for an old couple far on the other side.

Jungkook notices your glances and chuckles.

“You actually want that, don’t you?” He asks, tugging the fabric that covers your core to the side. “Little exhibitionist, aren’t you?”

He exposes your pussy to the open air of the ship and you can feel the slight breeze that accompanies the heat of the summer sun.

“Kook,” you whine as your stomach tightens. You can feel him push it even further, exposing the lips of your cunt to anyone who walks by.

He grabs your hips and lifts slightly, stuffing the towel underneath you in a ball to elevate your hips permanently.

“Gonna fuck you right here,” he states as he unties the string of his shorts and pulls them down just enough to allow his cock freedom.

You can’t help but stare at the way he grips his length, stroking gently as he lets his eyes wash in the sight of your silken folds.

He releases his length to tease a finger at the slit, then pushes inside you fully with the digit.

“Wet already? Are you that excited at the idea of me taking you right here? Letting me fuck you stupid on the deck?” He smirks as he speaks and spears in another finger, dragging a quiet moan from your lips.

He scissors you apart and watches as you gasp for air, hands gripping the warm plastic of your lounge chair. Jungkook’s fingers feel so hot, so thick inside you.

Once he deems you satisfactory, he pulls from within you and smears the slick from his hands on to his cock.

“Mm,” he sighs as he pumps himself, head tilting back in pleasure. “You ready, baby?”

You nod quickly, hips elevated and pussy dripping in anticipation. Birds chirp over heard and you can hear the dull sounds of people around on the ship, and the crashing sounds of the waves hitting against it as it plows through the ocean.

“Shit, this is so hot,” he groans as he rubs the head of his cock against the slick folds he just exited moments before. “Can’t believe you’re letting me fuck you like this.”

“Please,” you whimper. “I need you so bad.”

Jungkook looks proud at your desperation and hisses as he pushes himself inside the scorching heat of your cunt.

“Fuck,” he whispers as he bottoms out. Your brain short circuits, only capable of thinking about Jungkook and the way his length stretches you open and feels like fucking heaven. His cock is sun-warned and he smells like sweat and coconut sunscreen.

“You’re so hot,” he grunts as he begins to pull his length out. He marvels at the way his cock shines with your slick arousal, before he pushes back in and groans at the sound of the wetness squelching with his thrusts.

“Fuck me hard, please,” you beg. Your voice is broken, needy and you’re desperate for him to move faster.

“As you wish,” he sighs as he sets a pace. He whines as your back arches and he takes the opportunity to grab a bunch of your hair and tug your head back.

“Look at you taking my cock right here,” he murmurs. “Naughty girl getting fucked for anyone to see.”

You keen at the feeling of pain at his grip on your hair, and it makes your eyes wide as you gasp for air.

He keeps going, pistoning his hips and watches as your ass bounces with each thrust. He can’t wait to fuck you again and again in the privacy of your cabin, so he can watch your tits bounce in his face. But he loves the exhibitionism of taking you here, hot cunt exposed to anyone who happens to walk by.

He can feel himself coming close to the end, balls tightening in anticipation. It’s the thrill and rush of being caught that spurs him closer and closer, and the sounds of your delicious squeaks and whines for more.

“You want to cum for me, baby? You want to cum so hard the whole ship knows how well I fuck you?” He asked as he increases his speed and lets go of your hair, opting to grip your hips with both hands. “Let everyone know, baby.”

Your eyes squeeze tight as the knot in your stomach pulls so tight until it snaps, cunt pulsing wildly around his cock and gripping him tight. It makes him gasp as you moan—body milking him for his own release.

“Shit, look at you getting my cock so fucking creamy,” he bites his lip as his length gathers your juicy finish, painting his whole cock white.

The final spasms of your pussy sends him reeling and he groans as he feels the pulses of hot cum pump out of him and fills you up. Your breathy moans quicken as you feel him empty himself inside you. You can’t catch your breath, over-exerted from the high of your orgasm catching you off guard.

Jungkook stills as he lets himself come down from bliss, before he gently pulls out of your spent hole.

“Oh shit,” he groans as he watches his cum trail out with him. He catches it with his fingers and pushes it back into you, causing you to squeak at the sensitivity.

“Let’s go back to the room,” he demands as he moves your bottoms to cover your cunt once more. “Keep it all in there and I’ll eat it out of you.”

You jump up and nearly spill his beer as he adjusts himself back into his shorts. You’re grabbing your things and Jungkook snorts a laugh.

“Shut up,” you pout. “Let’s go.”

You grab his hand and drag him off the deck and towards the hallway of rooms that leads to yours.

Jungkook smiles and stares at you, soaking in your tanned skin and messy hair from his grasp.

He definitely knows he won’t be able to stop staring any time soon—and he doesn’t think he wants to either.

#bts smut #bts jungkook #jungkook smut #bts drabble #bts fic #jeon jungkook #ficswithluv #heartsforbtsnet #bangtanarmynet #ksmutclub #btswriterscollective #goldenclosetnet #maknae smut #bts maknae #bts maknae line fic

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beebubb · 2 years

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Hi hi! It's me again, polyamorous anon

I'm sending this request so when your asks are open again you can do it ヽ(*ﾟｰﾟ*)ﾉ

Can you plz write Will x Frankie x reader hc's??

Idrc if they're nsfw or not, i just wanna read sum cuz i ship them and they're my F/O's too sooo

(my pronouns are they/he and im non binary :D)

My asks aren't open yet but i have free time rn! So i can write some HCs! And thank you for telling me your pronouns! Some people forget to tell me in asks and well, i don't wanna seem rude and call someone the wrong pronouns. Also this is my first time writing poly relationships so sorry if my HCs aren't that good 😅

Poly relationship: frankie the undead x reader x william grossman

Most of the HC are SFW but i do have NSFW but it's just a few

The three of you get a good balance when it comes to being serious and being goofy

Though the only problem is how often and how much time you get to spend with both of them

You and will go out on dates more often. Sense frankie is usually always working and is sometimes gone for days, even weeks

Which is one of the cons of dating frankie.

That he either can't go out because of work, or because he's scared he'll put either you or will at risk from other hitmen

But he means well, he just wants to protect the both of you and loves the two of you. So please understand him :)

When it comes to dates with Will, it's usually to order something to eat, play video games, or watch something on Netflix but he also fucking loooooves self care things. So if you wanna do face masks or do some sort of face treatment, he is totally up to doing it

Also he is really adventurous, so sometimes he might even want to go explore abandoned or haunted places and just fool around with you

But when frankie is around, it's usually in the early morning, which is when will is at the institution

So now both you and frankie miss will

But what makes everything worth while is seeing how happy will gets when he sees frankie at the apartment with you when he gets back from the institution

it's always really cute seeing him get so excited and just hug him after days of not seeing him

And when frankie is around, will makes the best of it

"Y/n and i already found a movie we think you might like! We can watch it today! We can buy some popcorn or order some pizza! Right y/n?!"

You guys are basically the trio of will being the energetic one, frankie as the always tierd one, and you are the only calm one that balances the two of them out

You and will are also frankie's only ray of sunshine

frankie needs a good laugh? Y/n, will, you know what to do!

Is frankie stressed out? Maybe a massage and cuddles could help! But if it turns to something more ✨spicy✨, hey, no one's complaining am i right?

He's strong, agile, etc, he can easily dom both you and will

Will loves teasing both you and frankie, but if you and him tease frankie, ohh boy are you two in for a fucking RIDE

But if it's actually you and frankie teasing will; he is a BIG bottom and you sure as hell will have him on his knees begging you and frankie to literally do anything to him. will is open to anything, so don't doubt on trying anything new

Will is also very lovey dovey and absolutely loves physical affection

So he definetly loves being in the middle so both you and frankie cuddle him

So he loves getting cuddled but he is also the best cuddler

I know that frankie and will are polar opposites when it comes to energy and personality but this is actually the healthiest and most wholesome relationship you could ever ask for

There is no such thing as jealousy between the three of you

There might be the ocassional disagreement but frankie and will are a bit of peacemakers

They don't like being mad or upset with you or eachother, so they always look for the best ways to get along

When it comes to sleeping, frankie stay in the middle so he can hug both you and will

Will likes pulling pranks on the two of you (harmless of course)

But if you are just as chaotic as will, his pranks might have no effect on you

Will: *puts salt instead of sugar in both y/n and frankie's coffee cup* here you go!

Frankie: thanks babe *takes a big gulp but immediatly spits it out* will what the hell?!? Did you put salt in this?!?

Will: *trying to not burst out in laughter*

Frankie: goddamnit...y/n dear, don't drink tha-

Y/n: *drinks the entire mug of salty coffee in a heart beat*

Will and frankie: 😨

When the three of you have quiet time, it's always so peaceful. Neither of You have to talk and can enjoy each other's presence

But, even though frankie complains a lot about having too much noise, he still enjoys will's loud singing when he has his random karaoke nights in the apartment

Which will would absolutely want you to join in

So if you're shy or not that confident, will can Definetly make you come out of your shell

Will isn't a perfect singer, so he doesn't care if you're a good singer or not, he just wants to have fun with you

Frankie doesn't really get into it so he's fine with just watching you and will sing

It just brings him so much joy seeing you two happy

It's basically like this:

You and will:

Frankie on the outside:

Frankie in the inside:

Frankie has a soft spot but only for you and will

#Mine #My post #will x frankie #will x reader #Frankie x reader #Will x reader x frankie #Frankie the undead #william grossman #will grossman creeps #Will grossman #frankie creeps #Frankie #polyamourous #poly headcanons #Ask

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washymylifeaway · 3 years

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SunaOsa fanfic recs: valentines edition~~

SunaOsa is one of my all time favorite ships and this past month, there has been/was an exchange going on between writers (here is the link) and artists (separately) and because I don’t have a life (or maybe it’s just that SunaOsa is my life LOL), I’m here to tell you some of my favorite fics from the pile :D However, as much as I love a ship, sometimes fluff is too asajndajnd so mind you there will probably be a lot of good fics missing just cause I couldn’t get myself to read more fluff (or angst) LOL (IM SORRY but sometimes I also just can’t motivate myself to read a fic no matter how good it looks OOPS).

As always, please check warning and tags before reading any of these fics, and take care of yourselves!!!!

In no particular order (jk the order is last updated haha) tho my favorites will have *** next to them :)

***glass stained black by unrequitedangst (E) 31k // Mafia AU’s are some of my favorite kinds of fics, and this one did not disappoint! The character development of Osamu is really legit and despite being mafia, it’s not that heavy or angst of a fic (but you should still definitely read tags and warnings first). It’s an Osamu heavy fic, and if you’re into reading him being stupid, go right ahead LOL.

redux by catalysis (T) 2.3k // ngl I hate break-up fics with a passion truely (when you can’t handle fluff or angst what to do) but I liked the concept for this one hehe (so I made myself suffer LOL). It was short, but cute !!! and the unspoken words really hit me in the FEELS (so what I’m dramatic fight me LOL).

Impropriety by DeathBelle (T) 5.7k // royalty~ I love the banter between them in this fic and we DO stan respectful Osamu yes we do <33333 The relationships between not only SunaOsa but SunaAtsu (because even though it isn’t really SunaAtsu best friend agenda, I can delude myself into think it is okay :/) are done so well and so nice he’s mean Osamu is best Osamu.

***what are you waiting for? by Slumber (T) 3.7k // MIGHT BE MY FAV FIC FROM THIS EXCHANGE!!! It made me cackle and I love how they learn new things about each other!!!! Like the development is so good and Suna is really doing the MOST!! Also, I love recursive endings AHHHHHH!

agape by sketchedsmiles (T) 11.7k // soulmates, then they were SOULMATES! (ik that’s not how it goes but pls just humor me LOL) This fic really depicted Osamu’s insecurities/internal turmoil/overthinking really well and the realization he has vs Suna’s AHJAFKASFJ. I love confident Suna.

fireside by tartaglia (starkartifices) (T) 3.6k // we do love the subtle flirt flirt don’t we hehe ;) It’s short, it’s fluff, and it’s funny - what more could you ask for? Also whats a vigilante fic if there isn’t at least one pun about being a vigilante LOL.

Over and Over Again by tookumade (G) 6.4k // I would like to order one reassuring, reliable Miya Osamu for myself please and thank you :((( The way the relationship is so GOOD like both Suna and Osamu pick each other up and they know the other has their back ajfhkajdfl. I would purchase all the onigiri with the deal Suna was proposing ;) Onigirintarou.

from here to eternity by TheGlovedArtist (T) 6.6k // I for one am a big fan of mythology and stuff (heroes of olympus but like IDR any of the plot LOL) so of course I read this fic. The snark appearances of Sakusa and Komori gave me LIFE and the difference in descriptions from Astumu and Kita cracked me up. This is another respectful Osamu fic (yes I love these) and in this one it was a ‘I save you as much as you save me’ type beat LOL. Gotta love rings.

***Subtle Inarizaki Dating by sifuhotman (T) 15.2k // THIS ONE. Even if you don’t read the whole thing, I beg of you, please, I AM ON MY KNEES, read the SID for Astumu. It is worth the loss of all your brain calls I guarantee it. It made me giggle so freakin much. Suna might be an A-Hole but he’s OUR A-Hole <3

Forever Begins with 8 Seconds by subtlehues (T) 3.9k // FLUFF hehe, I love their dynamic in this one it’s very good and cute and everything great! Also, I am all for the head cannon that Suna cannot cook, yes pls. Also SUPERPOWERS whooooooooh.

***try again, and again, and again by rosegoldwriting (T) 2.6k // SOULMATES! If you ever wanted a specific soulmate AU! for SunaOsa look no further, it probably comes out LOL. I love this concept of them just being like ‘WTF’ everyday, it gives me life. Also, count how many soulmate AU’s you recognized because I just thought about it and I think it’d be fun LOL. (I went back and I think 11 but I’m not sure LOL)

let us burn by SilverMoonT (G) 13.5k // I am always up for a nice vampire Osamu and witch Suna (which believe it or not, is my second one because I read the other one by this writer LOL) This one is more Suna POV and it really goes into his fears and desires, and I like the way Osamu pushes him to live more freely.

***reasons to microwave an elixir by spiritscript (T) 8.2k // THIS ONE. UGH I love, and it’s funny and cute and it EVEN HAS CRIME (kinda not really but yes)! I love the quiet moments they have and the PET AHHHHHHH! We love medic Osamu :DDDDD But also the betrayal and the sparring (and the irony at the end LOL) AJSKJNFK.

we fall between by stringendos (T) 14.7k // honestly the entire time I was just screaming at my computer, begging for them to hurry up and realize, but alas this is a ~slow burn~ for a reason and the tag ‘exes who act like theyre married’ really is the reason I read it and I do not regret LOL. Also bless Matsuda and stan her.

All the Time in the World by minie_ai (M) 8.8k // we love immortality! Denial! And Suna mentally filing away blackmail against people (namely Astumu) LOL. Running away from your problems is always the answer (I am saying this is a not sarcastic manner because I too, run away from my problems LOL) but ramen is ALWAYS a good answer. We love ourselves some emotional constipation LOL.

***none but you by broikawa (T) 7.2k // everything is a competition always LOL, not that I’m complainin but still LOL EVERYTHING. I really love this one because I love the progression and cock-block SakuAtsu hehe. I love them being synchronized idiots <3

it all comes back to you, (my home) by iritaescents (T) 4.5k // FOREVER, WE STAN FOREVER. Anyway, LOL this was is very very cute and fluff and not slow burn, it fast burn LOL. It’s a cute fic to read and it even has our favorite, now say it with me SOULMATES LOL.

Can't help falling in bed with you by tirralirra (T) 6.7k // here we see a 5 + 1 with points for the title (I think it’s very funny LOL my humor is bad ;)) Not that it really needs extra points because it’s a great fic in itself LOL but I really liked the title so I felt the need to share this with you all (OOPS). This was so cute, and the + 1 is HILARIOUS.

It’s no longer up :(((((( -> love's consequences by xginpuff (T) 6.5k // WARNINGS AND TAGS been a while since we had an angsty fic in this list (LOL the way I just tried to avoid all of them hehe). I read the tags but ngl I was still surprised later LOL maybe I’m just dumb, but anyway IK it starts out a bit confusing, but after you read more, you’ll get into it!

***sunagashi by bastigod (T) 9.8k // if there’s anything I like more than mythology, it’s folklore LOL. I love this fic and the plot is written so artfully AHDSAJN. Also the scene with the Ume-chan and her comment (so snarky I love). Also they way I went through so much trouble trying to figure out the kanji LOL (SPOILER it’s miyarin hehe)

catch me (while i'm still runnin') by lunarins (T) 4.3k // first and foremost, may we have a moment of silence for Komori and his eyebrows..... Continuing, this fic was so good because I love a good heist hehe. Their slight of hand abilities really doing the most LOL, and the ending OMG. I love the way the writer added in how they appeared to others during the heist, it really made it so good! Ugh to have a painting class and almost die LOL.

***if we get this right by Slumber (G) 5k // OLD FRIEND plsplspls I love this fic and I love how Osamu slowly relearns who he knew Suna as AHHH. The ending, again UGH, I really loved it and their banter with one another.

The Study of Suna Rintarou by DeathBelle (T) 6.1k // PLEASE the way Osamu kept getting offended omg. But also the effort Suna puts into getting to know Osamu, I was in ~love~. Read to me Osamu, READ TO ME. But also the Osamu is an oblivious MF agenda is alive and well within this fic hehe.

Take a Hint by pancake_surprise (G) 2.3k // ok so I had just read a tumbr post about the one bed thing and then I saw this fic. It was like the stars aligned okay? I was like, ig I HAVE to read it now hehe. But seriously read it, it’s cute and like everything else, of course there’s a challenge to be made LOL.

Heatwave by pancake_surprise (G) 2.1k // the way they were dating without knowing they were dating man. The tag ‘Didn't Know They Were Dating‘ more accurate than the ‘first dates’ one LOL jk but actually tho am I kidding? It’s the first official one IG. LOL anyway, we do love the doin of the defining of relationships. Yup.

If you made it all the way down here, CONGRATS LOL. Like I said, I didn’t read all of them (sadly) and these were the ones i did read LOL. I might add more depending on whether I can motivate myself into reading fics I know will be good LOL so we’ll see heh. Honestly, I thought I was gonna get word counted, but YAY we finished (for now hehe). Also sorry for any possible typos (is this no beta we die like men?) I’m running on 90 min of sleep so my engrish be strugglin LOL. Be safe and wear masks :)

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