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certainlynotasimp · 10 months

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Hii, i think a good idea for a one shot could be that there's a canon event where the spiderperson!reader have to do the iconic Spiderman kiss in their universe, like Spiderman 3 (toby's one) with Gwen stacy or whoever you want, but they are in a relationship with Miguel LMAOOO btw im sorry if there's something wrong with the grammar, english is not my first language <3

Rewrite the Stars

((Miguel O’Hara x Female! Reader))

A/N: A non Sunny x Miggy post? How odd for me lol. I’m so sorry this is super late and to everyone whose requested, I’m working slowly but surely on y’all’s stuff. If you wanna read some stuff in the meantime, here’s the Masterlist and feel free to join my discord.

A/N: I tried doing the you/yours pronoun thing because this isn’t a Sunny fanfic but I really don’t like it lol.

Warnings: Jealous Miguel?, Unrequited/Forbidden? Love, Female Reader/Female Pronouns, Barely use of Y/N, and no Spanish this time ((I’m trying to find a new translator and hopefully an editor))

The universe.

One of life’s greatest mysteries. A mass of stars and galaxies that housed so many lives within its many pockets. The lives of so many people whose lives were already written within its cloudy arms and their ends cemented in its pools of nothingness.

A beautiful cycle of cruelty and destiny.

A cycle that was the reason for your utter misery as you sat at a bar listening to your dimension’s Ben Riley blabber on about some football game you cared nothing about.

His oblivious brown eyes sparkled at the fascination with the game as his dimpled smile accentuates his sharp jawline. The warm lights from above caused a healthy glow to bounce off of his shaggy blonde hair, almost making him look like an angel. You can see why Spiderverse assigned him as your love interest.

In your earth’s canon, you were a typical woman who had gotten bit by a radioactive spider during a high school field trip and you spent your entire high school experience thrashing goons instead of chasing boys. Even helped take down some aliens with the Fantastic Four and the Avengers at times before college finals. Spiderwoman was New York’s beloved hero and the cockiness of being its one and only SpiderWoman quickly got into her head.

That was until six months ago.

Six months ago, you were fighting the Vulture over the Empire State Building when another, more mutated version of the same villain appeared. They both decided in your state of delirium over the doubles that you would be a good plaything.

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“Hey, I didn’t ask for a combo with my chicken!” A feminine spider’s voice screeches as she avoids the hooked talons of the erratic variant.

The two villains took turns flying menacingly around the scope of buildings to throw the hero off of their location while the other swooped in and tries to rip her throat out.

As she attempts to escape the feathered monster, its companion would come and slice away the web of salvation, continuing the vicious cycle.

Blood blinded her vision as the loud ringing at the base of her skull grew louder. The causes of that annoying alarm grasp their razor claws into her shoulders before sweeping her exhausted body into the air with a victorious snarl.

‘I guess this is the end…’

As the heavens draw closer to her doom, her life hanging up by the slicing of her muscles and bones, a glimmer of fate happens. The warmth of a flash barely registers as the first ache disappears with a startled squeak and a burly force. The sudden change in feeling takes her breath away as she suddenly begins to plummet below.

Her eyes quickly adjusting to the suffocating drop, she can see that one of the Vultures was now fighting an even more prominent blue figure, his howls of pain and unintelligible cursing heard from the stumbling brawl.

As the flash from her familiar foe reaches around the building, she shoots her web at him and used him as a glider.

“Time to ground you, birdie!” She yells as she throws the villain through a window. Catching her grip on the building, she looks at her new foe in the sky and the wind is knocked out of her from the sight.

The man who saved her was in a futuristic spider suit with his mask now off. His dark hair flutters in the wind as the setting sun makes his tanned skin glow. His red eyes glare at the wiggling mutant as his full lips pull back into a snarl. His jaws open revealing a set of large fans before he plunged them into the mutant.

Who the hell is that?

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“(Y/N)?…” Ben frowns as he realizes his date was lost in her thoughts.

You snapped out of your head and fake an apologetic smile. “Sorry, I was remembering something….”

That wasn’t a complete lie. You remembered the day you met Miguel O’Hara. The Spiderman of the year 2099 and the leader of the inter-dimensional Spider Society. The anomaly that had come into your world had brought the two together and you were recruited due to your stubbornness, much to Miguel’s annoyance.

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“No.” His annoyance dripped from these words as he glares down at you. You were caught in wonder at the idea of there being other Spidermen and that they worked together to stop the collapse of the entire universe. The thought seemed too good to be true that you just had to ask if you could join until those red eyes shot your dream through the heart.

“What do you mean ‘No’?” You ask in disbelief. Your own eyes glared deep into his soul as your hands balled into fists. “I’m a Spiderman just like you! How could you-!”

“You are not like me.” He coldly snaps at you, your ranting briefly interrupted as the man towers over you. His clawed hand grasps your face as his glare sets a spark of fury down in your chest.

“You will never be like me and you will never-!” “Is that our new recruit?” A smooth British accent appears behind Miguel as a spiked-headed Spiderman peeks around his bulking figure.

“No, she’s-” The tall punk pulls you away from Miguel with a mischievous laugh as he introduces himself. “Ello, love, my name is Hobie. Hobie Brown.” He leans down with a sly smirk as his mischievous attitude infests your being like a plague. “Just play along, mate. Let’s riffle this wanker’s undies.” He whispers as you giggle.

“Nice to meet you, Hobie.” I allow a sly smirk to slide onto my face as I look back at the now very annoyed Miguel. “My name is (Y/N) and I’m happy to join.”

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The distant sound of screams filters through the bar as the distinct sound of a car being tossed into another building.

Looking at my gizmo disguised as a watch, you realized that the canon event was starting.

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“You did well today,” Miguel admits under his breath. Looking at him in shock, you realize that he wasn’t scowling like he normally was. He had a softer expression, his eyes shining with approval as his lips quirked into a mimic of a smile.

The mission had almost gone rouge with the escape of a prowler and him hiding low in a crowded dimension. Despite the obvious danger, Miguel opted to go alone like usual, but his lack of spider sense caused him to get caught up in a trap. Talons and Fangs don’t really help if you can’t exactly move around to use them, so he ended up taking serious blows.

Luckily, you managed to get there and tumble with the villain long enough for the others to rescue Miguel, and the team managed to recapture the prowler. Of course all of them looked pretty bad injuries wise, but the look Miguel had as you sat there bandaging up his wounds made it worth it for some odd reason.

“Thanks Boss.”

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June 27th : SpiderWoman of Earth 648 will rescue love interest, Ben Riley, from an attack against The Rhino….

The roaring of the mechanical beast fills the panicked screams of the patrons as the sinking feeling falls in your chest. Ben is quick to play the hero like any guy would as he grabs your arm and drags you out towards the emergency exit. Just like the timeline said it would.

You use the chaos to your advantage as you pretend to trip and get lost in the crowd of people struggling to escape from the emergency exit.

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“What do you mean by that?!” I snapped at an irritated Miguel.

Lyla was surprisingly quiet as she watched the duo argue. Miguel whips around at you as his ruby eyes scorched into yours. His talons point at you accusingly as he reiterates your next canon event.

“On June 27th, you are going to be out on a date with Ben Riley. The Rhino is gonna attack that street and you’re gonna save everyone, and afterwards you’re gonna have to kiss him.” His frustration evident as his permanent frown creases.

You stare into his eyes in defiance as you coldly utter, “No. I’m not gonna kiss Ben Riley.”

“And why not? He’s your love interest!” Miguel exclaims, obviously more furious than before. “You’re the Peter to his MJ. You gotta kiss him because you’re destined to be.”

“I don’t love him! I don’t even like his whiny ass!” You snap as you felt your frustrated tears roll down your face.

It’s true. Before you joined this team, you would have been thrilled that you were destined to be with Campus Hunk Ben Riley. He was everything you could ever want from a guy. He was good looking, sensitive, athletic, and social able. The all around good guy you would be proud to bring home to your folks.

But…

Sharp grasp on your shoulder alerts your attention back to Miguel as he slams you back against the desk. His eyes burning embers as he glares down at you.

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Changing into your spidersuit, you began to fight The Rhino with a distracted daze in your movements.

The memory from a week prior burning in your mind as you sloppily avoided cars and harsh blows. After a few well timed flips and back kicks, the brute decides to throw a large street cleaning truck towards the alleyway. Just like Lyla predicted when she handed you the file.

The Rhino is gonna throw a street cleaner towards the alleyway where Ben is. SpiderWoman will stop the truck before impact and sling it back towards The Rhino ending the fight.

~~~~~~~

“And why is it that you are being so difficult?!” He snaps as his fangs glimmer from his scowl. A cute trait you used to love about him until it was pointed at you. “You are no better than a spoiled child with how you are acting so you better have a good fucking reason!”

You growl back at him with a tear rolling down your enraged face.

He had no right to argue with you about your life, not when he’s the one making it difficult.

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Shooting a web out towards the buildings, you catapulted yourself into the air and landed in front of the truck. Quickly reusing the web with some enforcements, the truck was bounced back to the The Rhino. The enormous foe gets trampled by the machinery as the crowd cheers for SpiderWoman’s dreaded victory.

“Way to go SpiderWoman!!” A familiar voice joins the crowd as I see Ben on the ground, obviously he either tripped or fell back to avoid the truck. You offer a hand towards him as you thank him softly.

“Thank you.” I faked the smile in my voice as the crowd disappears, leaving the two of you in the alley way.

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Finally snapping at him, you yell out in fury,

“BECAUSE HE’S NOT YOU!”

With a frustrated slap to Miguel’s face, you run past him and escaped back to your dimension, heartbroken over how the events to come and what just happened that despite everything you couldn’t change fate.

No matter how many times you fell asleep during long nights talking on his observation deck. No matter how many playful sparring matches turn into flirty comments. Not even the little gestures of bringing the grumpy spider his coffee and him bringing you some sweets during meetings could change that the star already written your path.

You fell in love with a man who isn’t meant to be yours.

~~~~~

It’s been a week since that fight and you still haven’t seen or heard from him. It hurt to know that your confession was brushed aside while you had to continue the continuity. You half at least expected him to be here to make sure you at least followed through with the canon event.

“Would you like a swing home?” I offer just like I’m supposed to. The moment that was meant to be a nervous beginning to a love story felt like the beginning of heartache as I watched a blush form on his face.

“Sure,” he answered before a flash of realization that his date was suddenly not with him. Another trait you wouldn’t have noticed if you were as in love with him as you were suppose to be.

“Hey my date isn’t here…I think she got hurt or lost during the panic.” His concern caused a pang of guilt to stab her in the chest.

Recovering quickly, you shoot out some webbing and playfully hang upside down infront of him. “Well I guess that swinging date will have to be postponed.”

“Wait it was gonna be a-!”

Quickly, you pulled down the mask enough to deliver a quick peck to his rambling mouth. You force out a giggle as he stood looking at you flabbergasted.

“See ya, Riley.” You swing off as the man bumbled to even ask how you knew his name.

Lyla just said it was a kiss, not a what kind of kiss.

With a heavy heart, you swing back home as you tried to remember that this was all for the sake of the canon. That Miguel didn’t care for you the way you did for him. You tried your hardest to tell your aching heart that those past few months were you just making too much out of nothing.

You mournfully entered your apartment through the bathroom window you normally kept unlocked . You stripped away the skin tight fabric before wrapping yourself in the familiar comfort of your robe as you exited the room into a dim lit living room.

You heart stick in your chest as you see Miguel standing there in your living room in his bright blue spider suit and a beautiful spring lily in his hand.

“Miguel? What are you doing here?…” You ask as yoy warily approach him, scared he’s gonna do something to you.

He shakes his head, refusing to answer as he hands you the flower. It’s soft white petals shining in the pale moonlight as you smile fondly at it. They were your favorite flower. Something you told Miguel a million times before.

Before you could thank him for the kind gesture, a soft thump above you alrets you to look up. A spindle of glowing webbing cascaded down the ceiling with the large spiderman now suspended upside down from it. His free hand caresses the side of your face as his eyes stared softly into yours.

“I can’t change the canon, mi amor…” he whispers sadly before mischief lights up his molten gaze. “But we certainly can try to rewrite the stars for us.”

An excited nod from you causes his chest to rumble as he pulls you into a slow passionate kiss.

You were glad this is a canon event for spider men despite it not going as planned.

#miguel o’hara x reader #spiderman 2099 #spiderman #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman 2099 x reader #spiderman into the spiderverse #miguel ohara #miguel o’hara #across the spiderverse #fanfic

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pinkpinkstarlet · 5 months

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Miguel O’Hara as things the ninja from Ninjago have said

only true ninjago fans will get these LMAO

@i-put-the-wit-in-dimwit @adorefavv @chessbox @daydreaming-en-pointe @darksidescorner @hoe-bie @hobiebrownismygod @jasontoddssuper @skullghoulz @sp1derw1re @spiderxpawz @the-cat-and-the-birdie @thecrowandtherose

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Miguel: *whilst sitting in a fridge* I’m sorry, I consumed the last of the deli meat. Cheese?

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Miguel: HOW am I supposed to strike fear in this?? ITS PINK!!!!!

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Miguel: NO, IT CAN’T BE!! NO, NOOOOOO

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Miguel: HeLlO My bAbY, hElLo mY hOnEy, hElLo my rAgTiMe GaaaaaaaaaL SeNd me a KIsS by WIIIIIiiire *does a silly dance*

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Miguel: *in genuine distress* wait, there’s NOT, GONNA BE CAKE?!

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Miguel: what look? I wasn’t looking-

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Miguel: kids? *panics* w-why would we have kids were not even married let alone-

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Miguel: YOUR FEET STINK!!

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Miguel: I’M NOT WEAK, THIS BUCKET IS WEAK!!! *kicks bucket aggressively*

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Miguel: I’M GOOD AT EVERYTHING ELSE WHY DO I HAVE TO BE GOOD AT FILLING BUCKETS?!?! “Go with the flow”, I’LL SHOW YOU HOW I GO-

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Miguel: WHAT?! YOU DID WHAT?!?!?!?!

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Miguel: *gasps* WE SHRUNK!!!!

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Miguel: *trying to imitate a stone warrior* BEQUEATH BEQUEATH BEQUEATH

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Miguel: now we’re assailants??

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Miguel: YOU BACKSTABBING NO GOOD EUEEAAAUGH

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Miguel: JUST CUT ONE ALREADY-

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Miguel: why won’t you take the flier?? JUST TAKE THE FLIER-

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Miguel: I have no friends…

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Miguel: WE REALLY NEED TO START LISTENING TO ME!!!!

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Miguel: and this is Peter, master of blabber

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Peter: you not freaking out, is freaking ME out!

Miguel: *going insane but weirdly calm about it* Peter baby…

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Miguel: NOT. SO. FAST.

Peter: …seriously?

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Miguel: and I can make a little extra if I do the human piñata.

spider gang: *confused but concerned*

Miguel: don’t ask

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Miguel: hey, I am NOT an airhead.

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Miguel: YOU’RE THE ONE WHO CALLED ME AN AIRHEAD!!

Hobie: uh no, it was me actually :)

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Miguel: I don’t even have pockets

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Miguel: SHUT IT MUSH MOUTH

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Miguel: if I ever get out of here, I’M GONNA BITE YOU-

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#atsv #spiderman atsv #spiderman across the spiderverse #across the spider verse #atsv miguel #miguel ohara #miguel spiderverse #miguel o hara #miguel spiderman #miguel o'hara #astv miguel #miguel o’hara across the spider verse #across the spiderverse #peter b parker #hobie brown #atsv brainrot #ninjago #incorrect quotes #lego ninjago

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jin0 · 2 years

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What A Scary King

Summary : King Mitchell is known for being cold and distant. Some would even say scary. And if it seems like you're the only one saved from his temper, he knows how to prove the gossip wrong, even more when you ask him to be nice.

Pairing : King!Mitch Rapp x Royal Guard!Reader

Warnings : 18+ ONLY, Minors DNI, pet names, smut, degradation, power unbalance, mean mitch, creampie, titty worship, slight manhandling, overstimulation too if you squint, mitch being really rough on reader, kinda fluffy too in some places (i made the man a little sweet to balance it out :)).

A/N : second one for you birdie !! hope you enjoy :)

There she was, strutting down the hallway of the castle, looking as fresh as a morning flower and as joyous as the sun. She reminded of the sun, ironically, probably looking ten times brighter. She could light up a room with her smile making hearts melt was her specialty and she surprised more than one when meeting her.

That girl was you. You were the embodiment of the sun in this dull ancient castle.

In a place where power ruled over everything else, a constant fight to keep it or get it for ourselves as well as money and adoration from the people, you skipped freely, as if nothing truly bothered you. You were the only free in this fancy diamond cage. That was what had attracted Mitch’s attention first, how free you looked, happy and just bubbling in excitement at practically everything. He wouldn’t deny the fact that he found you annoying and excessive in your reactions at first. He would even say that you were actually too bright and it was painful for his eyes.

Mitch was completely opposite to you. Just like Edward Cullen, he looked like he was in pain at each interaction he was having. Visibly uncomfortable or just bored out of his mind, he just couldn’t help his incapacity to care. He looked just about perfect for the role too, messy hair and scowl who could make a war veteran cower. Was he doing it on purpose ? Yes, people wouldn’t approach him and would approach you directly.

The problem was that people were supposed to talk to him. He was the king and you were just his personal bodyguard.

You tried to help him put himself out there but King Mitchell was definitely not the easiest to deal with. He always found a way to get his way and that meant letting you blabber around with important people while he found a way to stand there and watch you or just disappear. And you couldn’t say or do much, because he was the boss. But you did speak, because that’s all you ever did, talk.

“Your Highness ! Your Highness, stop walking! Wait !”

He couldn’t hide the grin on his face, clearly amused by the situation, just like the rest of the staff watching it unfold. It wasn’t unusual but they had to act as if they weren’t seeing it. As usual, there you were, running after the King, trying to have the usual conversation.

You were still following him, this time through the hallways of his quarters, forbidden to most, except you. You lived there, and not with the other bodyguards, for a reason unknown to them and the rest of the staff.

He kept walking and you kept running, trying to catch up to him, which was lore difficult than it seemed. In your defense, the King had longer legs, and he had disappeared about five minutes before you noticed and started running after him.

“King Mitchell, stop ignoring me and stop walking too !” You huffed, sounding out of breath.

You were still running when you slammed violently against his back, the bastard had stopped now only and probably on purpose too. He was trying you, and succeeding too.

You let out a grunt of annoyance, breathing in slowly to catch your breath while he stood there, like a greek statue. The man turned around and smiled widely at the glare you threw his way.

“That’s not a way to look at you king, princess.” He said, tilting his head and grabbing your waist in his hands.

You looked around frantically, making sure that no one could see you before kicking him in the shin.

“Don’t say that ! If people hear you, they’re going to have my head on a platter.”

He chuckled, leaning down to kiss your cheek tenderly. His hand came up to your face, holding it tenderly and in that moment, you slightly forgot the reason why you’d been running after him. Mitch was rarely as tender and soft with anyone, but you were the exception again. When he kissed your forehead then your eyelids, you wanted to melt in his arms.

“I’m the king. No one will have your head, ever.” His lips were soft on your skin, soften than they looked. And so were his hands, they felt like clouds. Maybe you were tired from running but you suddenly felt sleepy.

A sudden boost of energy ran through your entire body, waking you up and making you gasp loudly, you’d been played again. You groaned in frustration, kicking his shin again and earning a glare from him. You raised an accusing finger at him, your own glare making him lose his to a smile.

“Don’t you dare look at me like that ! You have an important meeting, your Highness ! Let’s go.” You snapped, grabbing his hand and dragging him away. It was strange for most to see this, because he was still the king, but he allowed himself to be pulled around like a petulant child.

Entering the conference room, you bowed politely, apologizing for the delay and announcing the king in. You watched him sit himself ay them head of the table after saluting the guests and ran to stand next to the other body guards.

You always loved to see him try and focus, even when he was visibly bored. He would always try his best when you asked and it did make you feel special. Deep in your thoughts, you hadn’t noticed the man silently walking towards you until he leaned down and whispered in your ear.

“You need to share your secrets on how to tame the King.”

You jumped, turning towards the man and recognizing him instantly. He was one of you friends from when you were still in training. Giggling to yourself, you turned towards him to discreetly whisper back.

“I wish I could, but then I wouldn’t be able to exclusively call myself the royal whisperer…”

You both laughed, beginning a conversation and reminiscing about the years you had shared at the academy. Most of it revolved around him talking about the things that hadn’t changed, from your constant smile to his own awesome jokes, you both complimented each other well. It reminded you of the duo you formed back then.

For the rest of the meeting, you both stayed close, discussing your lives and the projects you had, it felt refreshing. You completely forgot where you were and what you usually did during those boring meetings. You often found yourself saving Mitch by justifying his cold reactions or sarcastic answers, but today you were truly enjoying yourself. Now, you absence was noticed.

Maybe it was childish of him, he was the king after all. But that same position made it okay for him to do whatever he pleased. And it meant being an absolute ass the whole time. It usually took less for you to rush to his rescue but here, nothing. He couldn’t even feel your presence around him, and when he turned around, he figured out why.

Did he feel all soft inside seeing your bright face ? Yes. He hated those meetings as much as the next but seeing you around him, smiling bright made it better. Now, was he happy to see the guy with his hand on your arm, making you laugh ? Not so much. He knew you were bored and trying to entertain yourself, but that hand, he wanted it off.

Completely ignoring his guests, who seemed to let him do what he pleased, he turned fully towards you, watching you both talk about whatever. When your friend cut himself off mid sentence to turn towards the king who was purposefully glaring at him, you sigh internally.

“I see you both seem to be having a very interesting conversation. Would you care to share with the rest of us ?”

“I’m sorry your Highness, we we-“

“We were discussing her evolution in the ranks as a guard.”

Your head snapped towards the man next to you, looking at him with surprise. You expected him to hide behind you or stay silent but in contrary.

You watched your boss readjust himself in his seat, his interest clearly picked by the answer. Indeed, most would be scared to respond to him, or even just look at him, he wasn’t known for being the nicest or having the best patience.

“What about her evolution ?”

“It’s an example in the academy, you Highness. She represents a lot for us, like a goal to archive or someone to be inspired by. No one ever climbed so fast and stayed up this long. She’s always a fun topic to discuss with the other recruits, mostly since you personally appointed her when most of your advisers had doubted the decision.”

If they could see how hot your face was in that moment, they would laugh. You hated being the center of attention, or at least noticing the attention around you and currently it was all on you. You could see Mitch’s little grin, signaling that the answer had either genuinely amused him or pleased him. Whichever it was, it was clearly better than him glaring at your friend. That grin, only you noticed it, because to others it just looked a little scary and threatening, like he was plotting something dark and vicious.

You adverted your gaze to avoid his eyes on you, they always pulled the worst reactions at the worst moments and you hated being so exposed. He’d would argue that on many occasions you enjoying being exposed, even loving the idea of being caught in those moments. He was digging into your soul with those eyes and making sure that you couldn’t escape it.

For a few more seconds, said seconds feeling like minutes, both men stared at each other while you hid in yourself. Suddenly, Mitch audibly chuckled, stunning everyone in the room. He ran his fingers through his hair and smiled.

“I see you’re a good judge of character. She is one on the my greatest prides. Happy to know that her growth is admired by others as much as I admire it.” He declared, his eyes completely focused on you.

He turned back towards his associates, but not before sending you a subtle wink. You practically choked, scared by the blunt act in public. You fractionally looked around, lucky that most were smiling to themselves but none seemed to have noticed the king’s playful act.

For the minutes left to the meeting, you stood in semi silence, responding to your friends few jokes. You weren’t really focusing on anything other than Mitch and the way his deep voice resonated around the room. Commanding was his job but it didn’t mean you couldn’t feel all mushy inside when his voice cut through the room and brought out instant silence and obedience.

When it was over, everyone saluted each other, your friend giving you a short hug and telling you good luck with the scary king. You laughed before returning to Mitch who was glaring at him with that horrible smile once again. You watched everyone empty the room before it was your turn to leave. The walk to his quarters was silent but as soon as you both felt and seemed completely alone, you turned to face each other.

The grin on his face meant nothing good while the scowl on yours meant nothing good either. When you started hitting his arm, he started laughing, probably expecting this exact reaction from you.

“You absolute idiot ! Why do you do things like that !” You exclaimed, still hitting him.

Your arms were stopped by his firms hands and you were pushed again the nearest counter. He grabbed the back of your thighs and lifted you up to sit you on it, keeping your thighs open to settle himself between them. His face found the crook of your neck and his nose dove in, rubbing against your collarbone and inhaling your scent.

He would always bath in your scent during meetings like these, you’d stay close and he would take deep breaths to smell you and feel the calmness exuding out you. You were his peace, his calmness, his control. He might’ve been the king but you called the shots and you probably had no idea. Whatever plan or idea you had for this country, you’d share in the middle of the night while he held you close to his chest, holding your naked body and massaging you to sleep. Whatever you said, he would listen and make a mental note in his head to make it happen.

His nose was replaced by his lips and his hands moved away from your waist to slide under your uniform shirt. He wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you close and tight with his boa like grip. His free hand kept roaming, exploring your chest and grazing your under breasts.

This was his way of decompressing and the grunt coming out of his mouth and being muffled by your neck told you that it was time to do your part. You smiled, laying a hand on his back and raising it up softly to his nape. Your nails grazed the back of his neck before reaching the real point of relaxation he wanted you at. You felt him exhale in relief when your soft fingers started massaging his scalp.

The kisses against your skin that followed were all cut by his peaceful moans of pleasure and little groans of comfort.

“Fuck, I needed this…” He whispered, feeling his whole body lose strength. His grip on you even lessened, his body too relaxed to keep such a tight grip on you.

You stayed silent, rubbing all the tension and exhaustion away. These were your favorite moments with the King. He was always the best with you and you understand the risks of generosity and niceness coming from a king. You understood it all too well, but you couldn’t help the memories of the people thinking that he was scary or mean. Your Mitch, he was like a wolf, it took more than nice words and acts to have his trust and care, but once you received them, it was all he gave you.

You took your hand out of his hair to hold his face and pull it away from you to look into his eyes. There he was, tired but loving and gentle. You could feel it in the smile he gave you, this goofy smile only you could see, the kind that ripped away all the layers of royal etiquette he had to hide under to protect himself and the people he loved, you included.

“Why can’t you be nice and sweet with everyone, just like you are right now with me…?” You asked with a pout.

He grabbed your wrists and tilted his head to the side, looking slightly confused.

“What do you mean ?”

“Everyone keeps asking me how I manage to work for you when you’re so ‘mean' and ‘scary’ ! I don’t do shit ! You’re just really nice to me and mean to others sometimes !”

While you seemed genuinely upset, he couldn’t help the smile on his face, because his ball of sunshine was slightly pissed and he was, maybe, responsible for it. That did things to him that shouldn’t happen in a normal body and he wasn’t going to deny any of them. The bulge growing under his slacks, he wasn’t going to hide it either.

“They think I’m mean and scary huh ?”

“Yeah ! And you are ! You put my friend on the spot less than half an hour ago and I’m sure it’s because I was talking to him and not standing next to you !”

He chuckled, you were nice but not stupid. And he was basically an open book to you, the king for children with more images than words and all that. Looking at you with lustful eyes that you hadn’t even noticed, he pushed himself even closer to you, letting it be known that he had specific intentions at the moment.

“But what about you Sweetheart…” He leaned into you, letting his lips ghost over yours and his tongue lick the upper one, tempting himself to push it into your mouth and swallow your taste fully. “Have I been mean and scary to you ?”

You knew what he was doing and it was working. With his lips right there, taunting you to lean in and receive the kiss you desperately wanted. You could feel the air around you both, warm and filled with the silent burning desire you both shared for the other.

Placing your palms on his chest, your mind told you to push him away, to stand your ground and make it clear that he was in trouble. Your heart and your pussy, on the other hand, were holding a complete different speech, completely forgetting about the issue at hand and ready to expose themselves and show him the exact ways you were ready to please him.

His bulge against your warm mound, pressing softly and letting you get used to the pulsating member. You kept in each and every sound threatening to come out of that pretty little throat at each little jump of his cock again you. You could feel his aroused and he could feel your rapid heartbeat through you cunt.

“Come on, Sweets… I asked you a question…” He whispered, rubbing his nose against your cheek and down your neck. With his hands roaming free and making you jolt each time he’d touch a piece of bare skin, you knew you wouldn’t be thinking clearly.

In one last moment of sanity, you managed to push out a singular word.

“Y-Yes…”

You could feel his smile again your skin, devilish and preparing countless nasty things to do to you. You yelped when in one rough move, he thrusted his hips forward and fucked your clothed core. One movement wasn’t enough for the king who kept grinding into your cunt, letting you drip through your clothes and soak yourself wet of arousal. With your slick dripped every smart and rational thought, your clenching cunt begging to drip all that sweet sweet sweet wetness all over his large mushrooms tip and all over his thick shaft. Grinding on you wasn’t enough, he knew it, and as a King, he was to serve his people, you first.

When his hands reached for your face, holding it tenderly and caressing your cheeks with his thumbs, you finally let yourself sink and allowed him to play with you however he wanted. You would’ve failed convincing him to be nice anyways, why bother ?

“Aww Sweetheart, I’m so sorry… You’ve been needing me nice and sweet huh ? That means I haven’t pampered you in a while. We need to fix that, don’t we ?”

One thing about King Mitch, is that when he put his mind to it, he could be as sweet as candy, and just as addictive. But when it came to you, it was instinctive, no need to be convinced, it was in his blood and soul. You owned him in a way that made it impossible for him to even think of letting you lift a finger.

He loved taking care of you and that meant that every chance you gave him, he would use to the max.

You should’ve seen it coming, it was practically written in his eyes that he would milk the opportunity dry and use your own words against you. You should’ve seen it and felt it too, and you had. Blinded by the warmth of his cock pressing against you, that was enough of a sign.

“Come on Sunshine… Don’t be so silent…" He mused, pressing his open mouth against your ear.

The king was never too fond of jokes but clearly he was in a humoristic mood.

The moment his earlier words came out, you were stuck, victim to his eyes, hands and tongue. The mischievous glint in his eyes told you everything that would follow. Quite literally ripping your uniform off of you, he took your com and signaled for no guard to contact you for the following hours before crushing it under his feet. He’d make sure to get you nice and loud and that, he was the only one allowed to hear it.

Describing him as eager would be a euphemism. His lips had found the very weakest parts of you in seconds, sucking and biting on your sweet flesh and leaving behind trails of teeth marks. His grip on your trembling body was unforgiving, pressing you to him with the might of a man ready to encrust his soul in the heart of the woman he loved. How romantic.

Mitch was firm, his touch rough, but never beyond measure. When his fingers slid in you, parting you open while his free arm stayed wrapped around your waist, your first reaction was to squirm away. His touch was always so overwhelming, your instinct feared your own reactions. But his weight pressed you into the mattress, keeping you still while making you take in and accept every sensation. You’d be taking much more soon anyways.

With his fat cock pushed deep inside your clenching channel, you could only mewl in pleasure while he kept you sat still on top of him. His firm hands maintained you in place as his hips rolled under you. Your frail body was left void of strength at each wave of arousal, your will to gain control over yourself long gone.

You reached for his hands wrapped around your hips and leaned into his chest, letting go of the idea of defense. You were surrendering, your core was doing the thinking for you and so was your heart. You were a sucker for pleasure, even more when it was given by him so softly.

Your heavy breathing slowed down but still audible for the man who’s lips dipped down your neck and started nipping at your skin tenderly. His fingers kept working on you, massaging your tender flesh to relieve all that stress you carried around. What a good girl you were, protecting him without asking anything in return. You deserved that relaxing moment.

“M-Mitch… Mitch, Please….” You pleaded, biting your lip to cover a loud moan when his cock jolted inside you.

The king stayed silent, unable to hear you over the loud screech of his own pleasure demons. Every part of him was craving you, craving a taste of you, craving to devour you whole while you surrendered to him. With your pussy wrapped as nicely as ever around his pulsating girth, his thoughts were clouded by more than thousand ways to ravish you. The sweet innocent sunshine who couldn’t help but make friends with every stranger she crossed.

You called him mean and scary, and the sly demon on his shoulder was tempting him to show you exactly how scary you could get. God, he knew you’d love that, to be turned inside out and filled to the brim, leaking cum at each and every step you took. He could picture it and the vision was nothing but sin wrapped in perfection. The desire to mark you as off limits to the rest of the world in the most primal of ways gad been burning inside him for as long as he’d known you. Could you blame him ? The thought of corrupting you, turning you into a beacon in his sea of darkness was what plagued his dreams day and night.

His warm palms reached up to your breasts, cupping them roughly, he pushed you further into his chest. He leaned down, biting your neck and grinned at the new mark his teeth had left on your flesh. Thumbs twirling around your erected nipples, pointing hard towards the source of their pleasure, the movement of his hips under you left you weak and begging for more.

“You pleaded for me to be nice and sweet, princess… You wanted that… I promise you, that fat cock that you love so much is as nice and sweet as it gets… Tell me you feel that sunshine… Feel how much your pussy’s taking… How well she’s taking it too, Fuck, that pretty pussy’s being so good…”

You felt yourself fall forward and lean on your hands to kept yourself up. Your thighs parted wider around his, letting him watch as your cunt spread open to take more of his thickness in. Poor brainless thing you were, fucking yourself on top of him while he leaned back onto the pillows and you move.

He detached his hands off of your waist to caress your back and calm down your shakiness. Your hesitant movement started to find their rhythm and that was when he pinned you to his chest again, grabbing your chin tightly and forcing you to look at yourself in the mirror that faced the bed. He moved your legs to have you spread perfectly in front of your own reflection.

He could see it all, the way his balls twitched, begging to enter you too, his cock large and greedy, pushing into the deepest crevices of your being and your folds welcoming him with the nice, slick shine of your juices. If he could have this picture painted and exposed in his office and every place he was at, he would, but no one would ever see you like this other than him. Not while he was alive and while you still accepted him as the only one worthy of loving you.

“Look at that pretty pussy, begging to be fucked like she deserves… Bet that brain of yours isn’t functioning anymore, is it ? You know what you have to do to get the relief you want. You gotta let me hear it, Sunshine.” He leaned against your ear and bit on the cartilage softly. “Let me hear how much you like it when I’m treating everyone like shit. You love it even more when it’s you… When your pussy’s getting abused and filled as if it was your only job to take my cock."

The arousal you felt at his words was like no other, impossible to even speak on out of pure shame. He was right, you were a desperate cockslut who enjoyed seeing him treat the world like a dirty paper towel ready to be discarded. You knew it made you wet each and every time, no matter where you were and so did he. You think he couldn’t see you ? The way you’d bite your lip and clench your thighs together, hoping for the sweet slick pooling out of your pussy to not drench your pants too much. He knew your routine better than you did and his body could practically feel you react to his rudeness.

The beauty loved the beast and she loved getting filled while he treated her like the rest, if not worse. His sharp words cut through you like knives and let you bleed out while he used your body for his pleasure and enjoyment. Cum dripping down your legs, he’d have you crying and apologizing for complaining when you both knew that was what got you off.

A tiny scream escaped you when you tried to sooth your poor aching mound by rubbing your clit but were quickly stopped by his long fingers grabbing yours. You deserved the smack he laid on your pussy and you knew it, but it didn’t stop you from crying out for mercy.

“P-Please ! Please your highness ! I’m sorry ! Please, make me feel…. M-Make me feel good ! Please ! Please, King Mitchell, fuck me !”

Like a symphony coming straight from the heavens, your pleas flew around the king’s head, filling it up and taking over the restraint he’d managed to show until now.

Rubbing your swollen folds with his long fingers, he reached up to grab your chin and turn your face towards his for a passionate, mind numbing kiss. His tongue sliding over your own, he was suffocating you from the insides and getting a taste while he was at it. Running a hand up your back, he grabbed a large piece of your hair to pull on them and give him more access to you.

The sounds of your moans were muffled by his groans and the movement of his tongue but nothing could compete with your cries of pleasure. That was the true prize, seeing tears drench your soft cheeks and warm your face while you tried to keep yourself from going crazy. That was what the King would call a success.

Suddenly raising himself and kneeling on the mattress, he threw you forward, forcing you on all forth. You turned towards him hesitantly and cried out once more when you felt his thick shaft slide out of you. If you could see yourself and the state of your pussy in that moment. Slick was coating your folds and dripping down your thighs. Reaching two fingers to gather some, he licked his digits while stocking his fat girth in his fist.

His eyes stayed on your reflection on the mirror, making sure that you knew he was preparing himself to ruin you. Clearly it was working, the man could see your pussy clench around nothing at each breath you took. What a spectacle.

You needed him inside you again, god, you would die if he didn’t fuck you soon. The vision of his member out, leaking precum drops everywhere but inside you drove you insane. Your mouth was salivating at the images, your body acting on its own and pushing you to slowly push your cunt in the direction of his bulbous tip. He was quick to stop you with a loud smack on your ass which only made it worse for you.

“You’ll get stuffed when I decide it, don’t be greedy and stay still.” You could feel his eyes piercing holes into your back, warning you to try it again.

When you felt his palm on your back, and the other on your ass cheek, you sigh in relief. He leaned down to kiss your spine like he always did, as a sign of reminder that he still loved you as tenderly as a cloud could love and that if it was too much, you could call out for him and he’s stop.

“I love you Sunshine, remember that okay ? Don’t hesitate if you can’t take it.”

You nodded slowly, feeling the wave of softness melt your insides. Before you could recompose yourself, your ass was parted open, showing him the perfect view of your two holes gaping in obscene desperation. Even your body was betraying you and exposing ho much you needed cock to be happy.

Lining himself with your pussy, your face fell in the pile of sheets, biting them hard and gripping on the fabric with everything she had. The man was still torturing you, smearing precum all over your folds and letting it cover you properly.

“M-Mitch… Mitch please… A-Ah ! I-I need… I n-need… Need you to… f-fuck t me… Please !” You moaned, begging for the real deal and only getting a smile from him in return.

Pushing his mushroom shaped tip inside you slowly, he watched your face change into a pleasure dilled expression. His smile grew before he pulled out once more, enjoying your loud moan of disapproval. Before you could complain more, you were being impaled on every single inch of cock he had to give. Buried to the hilt, you was ready to bust, feeling your folds tremble on his heavy, cum filled sack.

“That pussy’s to die for… Fuck, look how nice and tight she’s squeezing me…”

Staying still for a few seconds, he backed up, sliding out of you until only the tip was left, before pushing himself deep again. He wanted you on the brink of madness and clearly, he was doing a good job. You could feel all of it, the pulsating veins adorning his long, thick shaft and the large tip that crowned it all.

The motion that had started slow, quickly picked up, his cock going back and forth inside you and expanding your wall to be molded around his girth and making sure that your pussy would take him and only him. He would carve his thickness in your soft walls and fully make you his, just like he was yours.

Gone were the tender hands, replaced by rough fingers gripping on your flesh and pulling you apart. With his nails grazing your skin and his digits pushing into you, your entire body burnt, the fire running through him flowing through you and leaving blazing marks on your sensitive skin. He was handling your body like a child would handle a toy, turning it inside out, exploring it and treating it exactly like it was, disposable.

These were the moments you loved but were too ashamed to claim, you loved him and when he treated you like a disobedient whore. Your pussy was his and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t creaming all over his cock at the thought of him disrespecting you more.

The loud sounds of skin slapping resonated in the room, topped by your obscene moans and his own grunts of pleasure. Each thrust was followed by the sounds of pleasure he tried to cover to hear you better. Yours were the only ones that mattered to him, fueling his ego as well as his heart. He could get enough of this, of you. From your whimpers to your depraved screams, he wanted it all, drinking them in with greed and begging for more.

“M-Mitch ! G-Good, feels… Feels so g-good ! F-Fuck, fuck, fuck ! Please, gimme more ! Need more, Please !”

“Look at you… Need more already ? Pretty pussy’s doin’ all the thinking for you huh ? Brainless slut, just like I like it…” He grinned, sliding a hand over your stomach to press it and feel his own tip through your skin.

The feeling and violence with witch he was plowing into your cervix was deadly, but when he flipped you around, making you face him while he parted you open and fucked you deeper was what broke you. Loud cries of pleasure echoed through the room and probably all around the quarters. It was probably for the best if these were forbidden to everyone but you two, probably for a good reason too.

His eyes never left you, fully focused on the mess he had turned you into. He was mesmerized by the view you were giving him, hid veiny cock going in and out of you, parting your sweet cunt open and dripping himself in your wetness to come out glistening in your juices. He could cum gallons from the memories of this alone, his balls so tight and full of cum, it became unbearable to feel them slap against your folds in the most obscene string of sounds possible. You greedy minx, you were swallowing all he had to give and more, exactly like he wanted. All of him was yours to take and possess. If you knew exactly how much you owned him, you would be surprised, he knew it, but he wanted you to know.

There was nothing more powerful than having a king surrender to you out of love and pure adoration. When many tried to force him on his knees, he willingly kneeled to you. And obviously, he would use his entire being to worship you.

Gaining a little bit of control over yourself, you observed his face, contorted in pleasure and trying to maintain himself focused to not cum. You knew that look, he had it every morning when you’d wake up to him relieving himself on you, during the day when you would be kneeling under his desk while he was taking some of the most important calls of his life, and at night when he was punishing you or rewarding you for your actions of the day. This was the look he had only for you, no one else.

The size of your heart doubled while your pussy tightened around him, holding his length tightly in your warmth and drowning him in your wetness. Raising yourself on your elbows, you felt a wave of confidence rush through you and take control of your body.

You reached up, grabbing his shoulders and surprising the king who’s movements slowed but never lost in power. You laid back down on the mattress, pulling him with you and smiling while you wrapped your legs around his waist. You kept him close to your chest, your breasts pressed against him while your mouth pressed his ear.

Fuck, you were killing him.

When he heard your difficult breath in his ear, from so close, he knew he was done for. He wouldn’t be able to control himself or stay focused on pleasuring you. He needed to cum, needed to let that thick creamy load fill you up and coat your walls all over. He needed to feel the warmth of him cum in every corner of your sweet pussy and needed to see it drip down your inner thighs at each of your step. He needed the image of your beautiful face while you tried not to moans when a droplet of cum would slide down and remind you of how much spend was left in you, he needed all of this to survive and the selfish, mean and scary king he was known to be would take exactly that mercilessly.

Sliding his hands down from your waist to your ass, he grabbed handfuls of your flesh and held a tight grip on you, even tighter than before. He couldn’t let go, not yet, not when the large mushrooms tip adorning his veiny cock was pushing deep into your sweet spot and pulling the most beautiful screams out of you. If this was how he was going deaf, he would accept his judgement gladly, it would all be worth it.

You nails dug into the skin of his back, deeper and deeper, in sync with your cries of pleasure. Your beautiful face was covered in tears and drool was dripping down your chin. You looked messier each passing second and that pushed him over the edge.

His face rubbed into your neck, inhaling your hypnotizing scent and biting little parcels of flesh on his way. He took a look at his pulsating girth going in and out of you before looking back up at you and closing his eyes tightly. His own lips got closer to your ear, breathing into yours while you moaned into his.

“Fuck, fuck, you’re doing so good Sunshine, keep going… Good girl, keep taking it, take all of me, deep, fuck, fuck, fuck…” He grunted, biting on your earlobe while his hands slid down to your parted thighs to hold them in place.

His sack slapped louder and louder against your folds, the sensation making your clit throb and your heart race. One of your hands let go of his back to cover your mound and play with yourself, bringing you closer to your end after hours of torture and obedience. Your cunt was sucking him dry, pumping and pumping for that load.

“Mitch ! Mitch, Mitch, o-oh fuck ! Needa cum ! Please l-lemme cum ! Need that load, all inside me ! Please Mitch ! Needa be full ! Please, fuck ! Oh, please ! Please, please, please, please ! Oh God, fuck, cumming ! Cumming, cumming, cumming !”

Biting your lip in a panic, you disregarded the little drops of blood on your flesh and let yourself sink in the pleasure. Your sweet cum exploded, flowing all over you both and drowning you in more pleasure than you could take. Your clit was left worn out and sensitive to any kind of touch, it even coming from the air around the room. Your body had collapsed in exhaustion, trying to call yourself down, when you felt his thick cum shoot out inside your tight heat.

He couldn’t help it, you looked so fucked out and messy all over. He had turned you unto that messy princess, his and his fat cock that you just couldn’t help beg for until you got it. He didn’t want to pull out but when he did, the view of both your cum mixed together dripping down your pussy was worth all of it. His cock was hard again instantly when he saw the mess.

You both stayed silent, panting and trying to catch your breath. Mitch reached to detach your arms from him and raised himself above you to watch fully. He grinned as he dipped down again to kiss your neck, should and bust. He left a trail behind him, one that made you squeak and whimper a little louder as he got close to your tits again.

His cock was playing with your folds, pushing his length between them and rubbing his seed all over you.

“Sorry Sunshine… I know you want to rest baby, you did so good. I’m so proud of you Sunshine…” His words sounded like honey, sweet and hiding a swarm of bees. He wanted more, you knew it. You should’ve known better than to taunt him with that last thing you did. His lips kissed your nipple and sucked it in while the other was being played with by your free hand. “I just need… You to let me truly pamper you sweetheart. I need to show you how nice I can be to you Sunshine…”

His kisses descending towards your stomach made it more difficult to resist his words. Yes, a mean and scary king he was. Even scarier when he was sweet.

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lore-of-mobius · 3 months

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Sonic Prime Inconsistencies Part 1 Okay so I wanted to make this post to ramble about the inconsistencies or just straight up lore problems of Sonic Prime. While I get it is supposed to be more oriented towards kids, such a thing is not an excuse for simplistic story telling. In addition with the recent focus on Lore in recent Sonic games with the addition of a lore master, I find the inclusion of Sonic Prime to the canon of the games to be the big problem. The whole if it doesn't contradict the games and unified canon thing. It would be alright if it wasn't canon though still frustrating. But one Logan McPherson, Takashi Iizuka, alongside others has confirmed it is supposed to be canon. So my first problem is Sonic and I am not going to talk about his blabber mouth, yet. You see there is a problem with his power level, he is way too underpowered for at this point in the timeline. This Sonic will inconsistently smash through Eggforcers like they are your basic Badnik but then also having struggling with them fighting forever like this was a DBZ fight. The Eggforcers I would best describe as slightly beefed up Badniks, but still Sonic should not be having such a hard time with them. Using characters like Shadow, Orbot, and Cubot as a way to set down a placement in the timeline. This would mean this Sonic whose struggling with slightly beefed up Badniks is the same one whose faced off against the Death Egg Robot, the Great Egg Robo, Perfect Chaos even fighting him in his base form, the Black Arms, Dark Gaia, etc. among all the various mechs and bosses in up until this point. However, if the claim Prime takes place in the far future, that means he would have been through even more up until Frontiers!! My next problem is a nitpick but why is Birdie not only hanging out with Amy now but why are they pink? Birdie was blue in Adventure so why are they suddenly pink? Imma ask is to match up with Amy the pink female hedgehog? Because if so that is pretty questionable.

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Birdie

Robin Buckley x female reader

Word Count: 2719

The reader is the ward of Mr. Stevens. One day while she is reading a book and talking to her companion, a bird named Birdie, something strange happens when she kisses the bird, it turns into a pretty girl, and plans are made to run away.

Warning: Fluff, talk of parents being dead, talk of arranged marriage

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“You know, being trapped in a fancy house all day with nothing to bother you isn’t all it is cracked up to be. I’m bored all the time, I have no friends except you, and I so desperately want to leave to explore the world beyond the old stone wall that surrounds the house.

“Did you know I have never even set foot off the grounds of the main house? I’m nineteen and I have no life experience. I’m practically an old maid by society's standards.” I sighed turning from the window and slumping back into the settee, dress skirts rustling around me as I picked my book back up.

A musical chirp answered back along with the flutter of wings.

“Did you know that Mr. Stevens wants me to marry one of his grandsons? I guess I’ll have to if I want any sort of comfortable life, but none of them are what I pictured myself marrying. I know most young girls dream of a prince charming but I don’t think I’m like that. I’ve never liked prince charming, it was always the princess he married that caught my eye.”

Another round of chirps and the feel of small feet perching on my shoulder.

“I agree,” I answer back. “Girls are so much better than boys. That's why I like you so much, my sweet girl.” I grinned, lifting my hand so that the small bird could hop into it. When she did, I moved her slowly to my knees so that I could watch her as I talked.

“I’m glad you’ve come back, winter is always a very lonesome time without you.” I stroke a single finger under her beak black beak and sown the red-hued feathers of her chest.

This robin, whom I affectionately named Birdie, has been my favorite and most trusted confidant since I was sixteen. I had found her one day before a severe frost, almost frozen to death out in the cold. Something had happened on her migration southward and I took her in to care for her, much to the dismay of my keeper, Mr. Stevens. From then on, Birdie returned day after day, year after year. Only disappearing for the short few months of winter to a warmer more bird-friendly environment.

A loud knocking scared me from my relaxed state and had me jumping. Birdy took flight, going to rest on the window sill. I turned to the door of my room just as it opened. Mr. Stevens stood, hunched over his cane, his long white beard, and hair made him look ancient.

“Who are you blabbering out to?” His old voice scratched out.

“It’s just Birdie, she’s back from her trip south for the winter.” I smiled.

“You and that damned bird. I have half a mind to shoot it.”

I gasped and a few sharp tweets could be heard as Birdie flew out the window in a panic.

“Please Mr. Stevens, you wouldn’t. Birdie is my only friend in the world.”

He just huffed and glared at me. “Stop talking to animals, it’s unbecoming of a young lady.” He turned to leave then stopped, turning back around. “Do you have your answer for which of my grandsons you would like to marry?”

I freeze. “No sir.”

“Hum… Well, you need to make a choice, and quickly, or I will make one for you. You must realize you are lucky to even have a choice, unlike most."

"And I am grateful for that. Please, just give me a few more days to choose. It's just so hard to choose between the four of them."

Mr. Stevens grunts, turning and walking out of my room, the door slamming shut behind him. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.

In truth, none of his grandson's were worth marrying. They were a cruel bunch, I would know having been tortured by them since I came into Mr. Stevens' care ten years ago.

Groaning I threw the book laying in my lap across the room and frustratedly fixed myself so I was laying sideways on the settee.

Closing my eyes I tried not to cry. I knew this would happen at some point. I wasn't living here for free, I and my eternal happiness was the payment. Promised to marry one of his grandsons before my parents' deaths.

I did not react when a quiet rustle started and then the feel of a small weight was set on my leg.

Birdie hopped her way down the slope of my dress and onto the cushion below. I smiled when I felt her pecking slightly at my cheeks.

"I know, I know, you hate it when I'm upset." I puffed, opening my eyes slightly to glare at her. She cocked her head in the way birds do before straightening it and staring at me.

"What?"

She just chirped.

I shook my head and leaned forward. I pressed my lips to her silken feathers only for the most strange and miraculous thing to happen.

No longer was I staring into the endless black of a bird's eye but the most dazzling blue I had ever seen. Focusing my eyes outward from there I was met with the frozen-in-shock face so the prettiest girl ever.

Her light brown bangs were a mess over her forehead and her mouth was a gape.

"Um…" I couldn't quite get words to leave my mouth. It's not every day your bird turns into a girl before your eyes.

"I…" She scrambled back, away from me and the settee.

Now, not as close, I could see her fully. The flowy cotton linen of her white shirt and the brown breeches made her look like a stowaway aboard a ship but it suited her nicely.

I sat up carefully so as to not scare her. And in the quietest voice I could, I asked, "Birdie?"

She nodded. "Actually, my name is Robin." The words came out horse and barely above a whisper.

"Robin," I repeated. It was a pretty name, it suited her. "That makes sense since you are a robin after all." I chuckled, a robin named Robin, how funny.

She stretched out her arms like you would if you'd been sleeping and had just woken up. "Are you not freaked out?" She asks, looking at me questioningly.

I shook my head, no. It was weird, normally I think I would have been scared and freaking out but I was as calm as calm could be.

She just laughed nervously and wrung her hands together. "I- um. I have no clue what to say. You spend so much time as a bird, you forget how to have a conversation, not that I really knew how to have one before this."

She was rambling out words faster than I could understand but my ears perked up when she said the last part.

"You weren't always a bird?" I asked, intrigued.

She looked at me wide-eyed again. Shaking her head, no, her hair fell into her face but she made move to sweep the strands away.

Maybe it was the fact that I was lonely or that Robin had always been my friend and held a special place in my heart, even if she were only a bird at that time, but something strange began to happen within me. My hands had become clammy and my cheeks blushed strawberry red. Even my heartbeat has up ticked in pace.

She was so so so pretty and I couldn't even think as we both stared at each other. I wanted to keep looking into her eyes, so I let myself fall to the floor gratefully from the settee and I crawled my way to her. She watched as I stuck my hand out carefully and moved the hairs away for her. I couldn’t help it when I let my fingers linger on her soft cheek.

The enchantment of her stair lasted only a few seconds before she was coughing, sputtering on air.

"Why? Why were you a bird then?" I asked, hand falling to my side.

"I was cursed to be. It was by a witch in the forest. I had been so hungry, it was almost winter and my family's farm hadn't any food to spare after having to sell it all just to make ends meet. She had had some small rolls cooling on her window sil and I figured she wouldn't miss one from the whole bunch, I guess I was wrong. The next thing I knew, I was a bird, struggling to learn to fly and to live in the new body I had found myself caged in. That was only a few days before you found me in the garden.

"I truly am grateful to you, indebted. You saved me from dying that day and kept me safe and warm that first winter. Thank you."

Reaching out my hands, I grabbed hers, thumbs stroking the backs. "You poor thing, three years you've been stuck like that. Are you okay? We need to let your family know you're safe."

"Don't bother, I've flown to check on them before. It's like I were never there. They seem happy and just fine to not have me around anymore. I was always a disappointment since I was born and they got a daughter in place of a son."

Her eyes were solemn and her hands gripped mine.

"Oh." I breathed. "I'm sorry." It was the only thing I could think of to say.

"Don't be, it's not your fault. Besides, I think I was more liked as a bird if you are anything to go by."

I smiled at her and then asked the question I had been wondering the whole time. "How did you turn back? I've kissed your head plenty of times before, what was so different about it this time?"

"Well, I think it's because I.. I.." She stuttered out her words, clamping her mouth shut before she could get the rest out. She looked anywhere but my eyes.

"Because you what?"

She sighed shakily and looked at our embracing hands. "I think it's because I've fallen in love with you." Her face scrunched up in a whine like she was expecting me to shout or make some big unexpected movement.

But I sat still, bewildered at her admission. "You.. you love me?"

"Yes?" Her answer sounded more like a question than anything. "Uh, the curse was supposed to break if I were kissed by someone I loved and who loved me in return."

My breath caught in my lungs and I couldn't speak.

"I realized I loved you once I was away this winter but I didn't think the love you had for me as a pet or a companion would have worked."

"And you love me, like a friend?" I wanted to cross my wingers that I was wrong.

"No…" She paused, the silence ate away at me as I waited. "Not like a friend."

The urge to pull her beautiful face into my hands and kiss her was overwhelming. Never in my life had I felt this way before. Love confessions had always made me feel icky, but this, coming from her? It make me feel like my body was tingling and I might combust into flames.

"You mentioned how you always liked the princesses more than the prince. Well," he coughed, clearing her throat. "I do too."

I used our connected hands to pull her into me, hugging her tightly around the neck. She made a surprised gasp before embracing me as well.

Pulling back only slightly, she watched me with big, blue, expectant eyes. "Can I- can I kiss you?"

My stomach flipped at her question. Slowly, without taking my eyes off her, I nodded.

"Yes, you may."

Her lithe, slender fingers trailed up the fabric of my dress and settled on my cheek. Her thumb pressed into my bottom lip, smoothing over it before she began to lean in.

When the plush skin of her lips pushed into mine, I felt electricity shoot through my body. My hands found their way into her short hair, pulling at the strands closest to the nape of her neck.

It felt so right to have her on me, to have her this close. Our lips moved in tandem as we sweetly devoured one another. The room was filled with the sounds of our short sighs and quiet gasps.

We only parted to take a breath, foreheads resting together. We had scooted closer to one another, my dress skirts flowing out from underneath Robin's legs and she practically caged me between her and the hardwood floor.

"I think I can love you more than a pet," I giggled. "It shouldn't be too hard if you keep kissing me like that."

She grinned and leaned forward pressing her lips to mine again, a hand coming up to cup the back of my neck, fingers tugging slightly at my hair.

“I’ve always thought you were so beautiful, I just couldn’t say anything for obvious reasons.” Her lips brushed softly over mine as she spoke.

I pulled away, brushing her bangs from her eyes. My heart swelled in my chest as I took her in, our faces so close.

“You were pretty as a bird but like this, you’re like a dream, too wonderful to be real.” My thumbs stroked her cheek and her own fingers twirled my hair around themselves.

We sat in silence for a long moment just enjoying one another, learning the feel of the other. Then, Robin broke the silence.

“Run away with me.”

“What?”

“Run away with me.”

My eyes were wide as she urged me.

“Robin, I don’t know if I can.”

She caught my face between her two hands and looked at me seriously.

“I have heard you talk for years about how you hate it here, how you don’t want to marry one of the old man’s grandsons. What better way to get away from it all than to leave with me.”

“But where will we go? We have no money, I have no clue how the outside world works and you were a bird twenty minutes ago.”

She thought for a second. “We can steal some money from the office downstairs and you have all the jewelry, that's got to be worth something if we sell it. That can at least get us out of here where everyone we know won't be able to find us. Then we can worry about the rest.”

I watched as she sprang to her feet, running around the room to gather any and everything she thought would be valuable.

“Robin,” I couldn’t help but think that it would be safer to just stay here, to live the life I knew I would resent even though I so desperately wanted to leave. Because familiar was safe and out there beyond the stone wall was different and strange and full of the unknown.

“Don’t you want a chance at your fairytale ending? An ending that ends how you want?” She stops erratically throwing things onto the settee and comes to kneel next to me. “Look, I know it’s scary going out on your own to someplace you have never been, trust me. Being a bird was terrifying but you aren’t a bird and you aren’t alone. I’ll be with you.”

“I-” I wring my hands together and closed my eyes. Taking a deep breath I nodded my head. Facing the unknown with her sounded better than living a cooped-up life with Mr. Stevens or one of his grandsons for the rest of my life. “Okay. I’ll run away with you.”

Robin lunged forward into me, hugging me to her. “Come on. Pack only what you need. I’ll sneak downstairs and find the money.”

As she quietly bounded away I could feel my heart beating in my chest, threatening to burst out. What the hell was I doing? I’m trusting a girl who I’ve only known as a bird for the last few years and leaving the only life I have ever known behind. But, who is to say it wouldn’t be fun, wouldn’t be the greatest adventure I could ever know? I guess I’ll find out.

Robin tag list: @yourfavdummy @omenhel

#robin buckley #robin buckley fic #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley fluff #maya hawke fluff #maya hawke x reader #stranger things fic #stranger thins fluff #female reader #robin buckley x female reader #robin buckley stranger things

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 1 year

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Collateral Damage

Sweet Treats AU Masterlist

Violence, chaos, and handsy Sam.

Please let me know what you think <3

🍬🍬🍬

You pull away from Sam and ignore how he clings to you. “Candy–”

You stomp past the men snarling at each other in machismo as Birdy covers her face and her shoulders begin to shake. These idiots are getting on your last nerve.

Coco goes to Bucky as you weave around them and she rubs his arm, speaking quietly as he stares down Steve nonchalantly. No one else pays attention to the drunk woman devolving into tears.

You gently fix Birdy’s dress and take her hand, pulling it away from her face as you squeeze her shoulder, “it’s not your fault, sweetie, okay? Shh, come on, let’s get you some water. It’s fine, we all drink a little too much sometimes.”

She blinks and nods, like any other girl you’ve found in the bathroom struggling to cope with their blood alcohol content. You turn and stretch your arm around her, guiding her away from the couch and around the long low glass table.

“Where are you going, you little bitch?” Steve lunges and Thor blocks him with one arm as you direct Birdy behind the bar, “you know what I’m going to do to you and that lying fucking mouth–”

“Oh shut up, Captain,” Bucky snorts, “we all know the truth.”

“Fuck you, Buck, how about that,” Steve snaps and turns back to face the other man, once more, Thor’s arm keeps him at bay.

“Rogers, stand down,” Thor sneers as his girl tugs at his other elbow.

“It’s none of your fucking business, meathead,” Steve grabs the taller blond’s forearm, “so you can move or I can make you move.”

You shake your head at the argument and take out a sleek bottle of water and uncap it. You spin back to Birdy and offer her the drink. She takes it shakingly, taking a gulp before popping the rim away from her lips, a trickle from the corner as she apologises.

“Don’t be sorry,” you coax her as you give her a one armed hug, “drink that, you’ll feel better.”

“Sugar,” Sam crowds you as he comes around the bar, “this isn’t to do with us.”

“She’s lit up, Sam,” you keep your hand on Birdy’s back, “someone has to help her.”

He sighs, “fucking– they ruin everything. Two fucking idiots.”

You say nothing. The lack of self-awareness makes you want to laugh. You look back to Birdy and keep her back to the fight on the other side of the bar. Sam tickles your ass as you try to comfort her and encourage her to finish the water.

“You owe me, sugar,” he whispers as he presses against you, “walking around in that skirt, daddy needs some.”

“Sam,” you huff, “please, not right now.”

He slaps your ass hard with his knuckles and pushes away, “I’ll remember that.”

“I’m sure you will,” you retort unthinkingly.

“I’m sorry,” Birdy blabbers again as her eyes widen at Sam.

“Don’t be, he’s a dick,” you say, “doesn’t matter what I do, he’ll find a reason.”

“Just like Captain,” she sniffles.

“Come on,” you press your finger to the bottom of the bottle and glance past her, “just a little more.”

Thor has Steve off his feet as he pins him against the wall. Peter’s returned as he hangs off Thor’s back and Tony tries to talk them down from the other side. Bucky stands unprovoked with his arms crossed as the rest of the women stare in terror.

“Come on,” you hear Coco as she nudges her husband’s elbow, “let’s take Birdy. We know she can’t go with him tonight.”

Bucky looks at her, an eyebrow raises, and he slowly lets his eyes drift in Birdy’s direction. He faces his wife and pulls his arms apart, placing his hands on her upper arms as he pulls her close to whisper in her ear. She nods and meets his harsh gaze.

He lets her go and she crosses to the bar with a fraught wrinkle in her forehead, “we’re gonna get Birdy out of here before Steve notices,” she says.

“You sure, me and Sam can bring her with us.”

“No, that’s okay, unless…” she pauses, “Birdy, do you wanna come with me and Buck?”

Birdy sways and looks at Coco. Her lip trembles as she stares at the other woman, “yes…”

“Okay,” Coco nods, “let’s go.”

You help Birdy around the bar and hand her off to Coco. As you do, Birdy hiccups and leans against the other woman, “I’m not mad at you…” she blathers, “I’m not mad. Not mad!”

You wince as a large hand slaps across your ass and you grit your teeth as Sam steps up beside you, “Daddy wants some candy,” he purrs, “looks like the party is over.”

#sam wilson #dark sam wilson #dark!sam wilson #sam wilson x reader #bucky barnes #steve rogers #thor #sweet treets #drabble #dark!drabble #dark drabble #mcu #marvel #captain america #falcon #avengers

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sebsxphia · 2 years

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call me self indulgent but

Jake ( or Rhett) being with very hard shelled gf. Everyone's intimidated by her. Once they get to know her they are like she's not scary??? she can't hurt a fly. She doesn't crack very often in public but she's also in the kitchen in her underwear and his shirt just dancing and singing Not giving a shit about if he's home or not. or curled into his side and playing with his hair. A side that not many people really see, at least not professionally.

🥊

we love self indulgence in this dear house my beloved birdie!! 💖

both rhett and jake would find it so equally special and personal they get to see this side of you.

for jake, he’s always seen you as this fearless and hard shelled pilot who won’t take any shit from anyone. constantly going above and beyond to flaw all of them, even him. you won’t be afraid to call people out on their bad flying and tell them where they fucked up.

but then he gets you home and you’re shrieking with laughter as he tackles you down onto the sofa from the kitchen where you were dancing around in his old navy shirt. later in the evening when you’re eating the dinner you lovingly prepared, he sees you crack. you’re rambling to him about your flying today, asking him if it was good enough and you’re worried how everyone else sees you.

with rhett, when he sees you get thrown off at the rodeo and shake it off like nothings happened with a brave smile and a proud wave, he and everyone else are in awe that you can take it so well while anyone else would be hobbling home.

but then he catches you at three in the morning sat on the edge of the bath tub, tears spilling over your cheeks from the agony of the bruise you’re patching up. he rushes over to kneel beside you, taking the bandage from your hand.

“it hurts rhett, it hurts so much.” you blabber through the tears. “why didn’t you tell me, darlin’? let me help you, please. here.” he guides your hand up to the base of his neck to play with his hair while he finishes you off. it’s a soothing action he’s come to recognise helps you and will always offer it to you.

while it both breaks their hearts to see the softer side of you, they’re beyond content that you trust them enough that you can voice it to them.

thank you so much for this wonderful lil thought my beloved! ilysm! mwah! 💌🫶🏼💖

#💌you’ve got mail #sandbarbirdie #🥊 anon #jake hangman seresin #jake hangman x reader #jake hangman seresin x reader #rhett abbott #hangman x reader #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin x you #rhett abbott x you #rhett abbott x reader

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dekuskacchan · 2 months

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having a baby lowkey made me forget tumblr existed for a hot minute, never thought I'd ever say that lmaoooooo

#one day i will create things again #one day.....#ugh #birdie blabbers #anyway hi yall

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perfectpaperbluebirds · 8 months

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Just snzblr things: When watching a show and you announce "Hey, you can tell the actor had a cold there," because you can pick up on any hint of congestion or scratchy voice from a mile away, and the person you're watching with looks at you like you grew a second head.

#birdie blabbers #this happens far too often #you'd think I'd learn to stop saying it out loud #but i just get so excited

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marsgod · 1 year

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Hiii!! I love ur writing (way better then mine during school lol) anyways I was wondering if you could do ruggie, Kalim and riddle finding out that their gn s/o is just like Willy wonka? yk with the giant chocolate factory and the chocolate river and we can forget about the Oompa Loompas!

{ᰔᩚ}.. the old willy wonka gave me nightmares, so respectfully, it doesn’t exist😀

⇢ Ruggie, Kalim, Riddle x Gn! Willy Wonka-like! Reader

⇢Warnings; Cussing, Gn! reader, romantic relationship

Kalim finds out when you give him a candy egg, telling him it was something new you wanted him to be the first to try

so he does the most obvious thing and shoves the tiny egg in his mouth, bright-eyed and grinning while the delicious flavors melt in his mouth

until something fucking moves and he immediately spits it out, horrified and blabbering about something moving in his mouth with the most traumatized look on his face while you worriedly ask if he’s okay

… he was so worried until you told him, and listen, he may be oblivious or a bit gullible at times, but Kalim knows that whatever he puts in his mouth shouldn’t be moving

more specifically, it shouldn’t be chirping or hopping around, and he feels guilty that he almost ate an “alive” birdy

once Kalim is over his trauma of almost-not-really eating an actively alive animal then he’s asking a bunch of questions nonstop

he doesn’t get to interact with your helpers a lot but he’s extremely entertained by watching them do their own thing and dressing up

Ruggie doesn’t really care if he’e hungry enough, if you give him something then he’s shoving it in his mouth faster than either of you can blink

”Oh well, I didn’t get a very good taste of it, maybe you should give me another sample”

Anyways, he raises an eyebrow when whatever you gave him moved but like- Ay, it’s food and he hasn’t gotten you completely annoyed with him

not enough to poison, anyways

he eats whatever you give him without much question, besides “what’s this?” and “is there more?”

watches the helpers sometimes, it does kinda sorts scares the shit out of him when they come out of nowhere but he gets used to it eventually

kinda sorta amused by their songs.. more confused than anything but whatev ig

the helpers don’t like him since he takes literally every “sample” (any candy left unattended) he can unless you’re watching him

Not even going to the actual sweets part yet, before overblot, the helpers hate Riddle so damn much😭 after? still not a fan but more tolerant

anyways, Riddle has a big sweet tooth and really likes the “magic”(?) of your sweets and candy

unlike ruggie, he’ll resist sampling your treats to his hearts content (lest you just happen to see him making puppy eyes towards the tray, then who is he to deny?)

jumps if something moves in his mouth, and will silently cry abt it, even if he knows its just your sweets

thinks about your jokes often, you scare him sometimes

Riddle thinks its admirable you have your own business and definitely wants to watch you work but ends up with more questions than answers by the end of it

he lies in bed thinking about it

#{..🌸writing🌸..}#twst x reader #twst headcanons #twst #twst ruggie #ruggie bucchi #ruggie x reader #kalim x reader #twst kalim #kalim al asim #twst riddle #riddle rosehearts #riddle x reader #gn! reader #twst imagines #twst x you #disney twst

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lilitophidian · 1 month

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Starter for ; @holyfurnace

Things were falling into desire, in want, in a plan that she had given birth to many moons ago. The final aim she so desired and anybody in her path would be jeopardized. She must have been delighted with the outcome thus far.

Here she was in Heaven, doing things she shouldn't have been doing. That was obviously the case! The queen of Hell would always do something she was warned not to do in exchange for a few arrangements that protected her rights. She COULD DO WHATEVER SHE WANTED.

An unexpected emergence of feathers behind her as she rinsed red off her hands in the sea. It appears that she may have eaten one of the little creatures that lived in Heaven.

They always tasted sweet, and while immoral, the angels conspired to ignore such behavior. They could not do anything anyway.

The presence was recognized but not immediately addressed. " Hmmmmm? "

" You are aware that you always smell like sinful blood. You should learn how to wash yourself, beautiful birdie. I am sure it is a warrior characteristic, and you know I like a lady who does anything she wants. But we do not want to become savages, do we? "

Water flowed, wiping away the filth on her hands before she added to her soothing remarks. " How did the extermination go? I find it interesting given that Adam usually is the one to come blabbering about it to me as if I CARE. "

#⋆˖⁺‧₊☽⚸☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ starter #holyfurnace

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thegreatyin · 5 months

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Shuddering, sighing pants echo in their ears, viscera-laced teeth scraping harshly against curving and trembling bone. They shiver, flinching as their tormentor clutches their chin, forcing their eyes up to his own.

"There's no need to look so scared, little bird." the King of Demons purrs. "It's only a bite."

They dig their claws into dirt. Bloody, rotten, horrible, horrible-

A breath. A gasp, as his tail clips against their opened maws.

"Just get it over with," they finally croak, "haven't you done enough as it is?"

Paimak tips his head, as though considering the notion. He flutters his wings. His spine arches, stomach settling across their chest like a living flame. His teeth scratch against their feathers. He speaks as though earnestly considering the notion. "Quite frankly, little bird, I don't think I've done enough."

"I said. Get it over with."

Their hand burns. They catch themselves wondering if his does too.

"Little bird, little bird…" Paimak hums more so to himself than to any other, trailing his hands along their neck, tracing the joints and edges where magic sparks inside their soul. "Am I not allowed to enjoy this?"

He clicks his tongue. It's like he's reprimanding a child. His jaws caress their shoulders, fingers walking a trail up to their horn, grasping and worshipping at their halo. "What a feast you are." the King remarks further. "What a feast, what a feast."

"King Paimak," The Authority of Angels finally exhales, "bite me, or I'm calling this business off and ending you once and for all."

Golden slits admire their face. "Well. That's not very romantic, now is it?"

Their mouths open into the beginnings of a snarl. His tail bats between their thighs, and they consider making that a-

Bite.

His fangs pierce their neck. A spark of pain jolts through their throat, and they choke and gasp on their own lungs. Their hands dart to sink their grip into Paimak's back, etching scars into his wings, legs thrashing in a desperate attempt to break free of the demon's grasp.

He leans deeper. Sinks deeper. Reguel speaks, tries to protest, tries to sing, but all that comes out is a wanton call of desperation. Their neck runs over with velveting purple hues. Their head pounds. King Paimak pushes back, pressing their head harshly against the ground, and they barely remember to moan.

One second. Two. Something coils itself around their waist. They keen against it, blabbering and shaking. Their thoughts feel slow, sluggish, treading through darker mud than the blood still coating their hands all these years later. Their eyes grow heavy. They loosen their grip, muttering incoherent names and staring at lights popping in and out of their vision.

One minute. They can't breathe. King Paimak sinks deeper. The ground under their head starts to feel wet, warm. They babble mindlessly, shifting to pull away, but he digs his claws into their shoulders and buries them right where they are.

"Paimak," they finally whisper, feverish and delirious, "can't- can't-"

Golden eyes meet sluggish purple. A grotesque slurch, damp with blood and gore, and he finally pulls away.

Something damp presses against their neck, lapping up the blood like a stray dog. Reguel can only mumble, clumsily pressing their hands against his neck, trying to hold him there.

"Little bird." a laugh. He sounds even worse off than they are. "Little birdie…"

"Mmph." they sing helpfully in reply. "Ehhph?"

"Little birdie." Claws clutch their cheeks, forcing their limp body up as he languishes against what little remains of their throat. "Little birdie. Little birdie. Do you know what you taste like?"

They're pretty sure they're supposed to say something- a word, perhaps- but all that escapes them is an incoherent slur of noises and purrs.

"Creation." their eyes focus long enough to see the King- pupils blown wide, cheeks flushed with gold, movement dazed and incoherent. "You taste like Creation itself."

"Oh." Reguel drools. "Good."

Their eyes slide shut. A small thud, just beside them, and the world fades away into oblivion.

#toxic yaouri first angel x first demon hatesex without the latter #my writing #above #rare yin posts writing moment. rarer it's on tumblr moment. ur welcome #welcome to my regmak propaganda (ship between two guys i made up) (they kiss with tongue) (they want to kill eachother though)#suggestive #ask to tag

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bepractical · 1 year

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Kin: Season 1, Episode 9, Part 3

It’s here! My final recap for season 1 of Kin.

Before I get into it, a little ramble. I first watched Kin as free in-flight entertainment on a plane from NYC to Dublin. I made it halfway through the third episode. By the time Michael killed Caolan Moore, got locked in the bar, freaked out and possibly triggered a seizure, I was done. It was too much to take in on public transit. Hours later, safely ensconced in my Dublin hotel, I hunted down some episode recaps to spoil the hell out of me until I was able to sate my fears, re: Michael having a seizure in the middle of a hit. Then I discovered RTÉ player and watched the remaining episodes from my phone. Yes, I spent my first day in Ireland getting over my jetlag and watching Kin. Worth it.

Sometime later, I got the idea to do some recaps. There’s a real dearth of lengthy episode recaps out there, especially for shorter run shows. I started making them for me and still do, though I’m always delighted when people interact with my posts. Now the season is finally coming to an end and I need a new project. All that blabber to say, I’ve had a good time, and I’m gonna ride this wave of productivity right on into Daredevil. So if you like Charlie Cox but sassier, with tighter clothes, morals and occasional fights in hallways, stick around. I can't promise I'll be timely but I'm committing to the first season at least, though I hope to do the whole series.

Now you may be thinking, 'But bepractical, why not do recaps for Treason? That’s a short run show with little coverage.' The truth is, I read a spoiler for Treason on accident and my heart is not prepared to watch. Maybe one day.

Back to Kin! For previous parts see the masterlist here. Now onto the recap, where shit is going down! And by shit I mean, Eamon. And by down I mean, to the floor of a parking garage somewhere in Spain.

At the compound, Amanda arrives home and books it over to Birdy’s for a debrief with Birdy and Frank.

She tells them Eamon is down for peace, but he wants Eric. So that’s decided then. Birdy is 50 flavors of shocked but Frank is pissed. He correctly deduces that Amanda is at least partially responsible but I don’t care because seriously, fuck Frank.

Remember, Amanda has no intention of going through with this deal. The plan was always to kill Eamon. This charade has two purposes I can see: 1) to give Amanda and Anthony safe passage to attend Jamie’s mass and 2) to fuck with Frank. Frank has shown the bare minimum of consideration for Amanda and Jimmy’s loss. I wager Amanda wanted Frank to have a taste of what it feels like to lose your son.

Amanda: It’s hard, even considering the idea of losing a child. You can try to imagine how painful it’s gonna be, how empty you’ll feel, how much you’ll blame yourself every day for what happened, but you won’t even get fucking close. But you’re the boss Frank. I’m sure you’ll do what’s best for everyone.

Go go go Amanda! She walks out of there with the hint of a smirk on her face while Frank overreacts like the overcompensating dickbag he is. He accuses Amanda of conspiring against him and even Birdy gets fed up. BIRDY.

Birdy: Stop being so fucking pathetic. ‘You’re the boss’ then show it! Stop stamping your feet and shouting and do something!

Birdy truly speaks for us all. She reasons that Eamon was always going to want a head, and if Frank wants to save Eric he’s going to have to do something. Good luck with that, sister.

Meanwhile, at the jail, Eric is trying to save himself. Good boy! Nikki's come to see him in the jail infirmary, where he’s recovering from beating himself up and where there are no cameras. I’m so proud!

The two have a hushed conversation where Eric apologizes for not thinking of Nikki more. That’s good. Then he asks her to help find the eye witness who saw him do the shooting and to set up a hit on them. He needs her help but he wants her hands clean so he tells her to leave all the details of the hit up to Kem. KEM. Poor Eric's so far out of the loop, he may as well be in Mars. I am curious to see if and how this bites him in the ass next season. Nikki agrees and I’m so happy to see someone in this family other than Amanda do some plotting. It’s not much but I’ll take it.

Side note but apparently the cost of a hit is 20K, with 10K on top, when the job is done.

Amanda and Anthony show up for mass at the church where Jamie’s funeral was held. Amanda’s parents are there. I have this fear they’re going to kill Anthony next season, some kind of full circle bologna, but man do I hope I’m wrong. Look at this sweet face.

I’m gonna fly over most of these church scenes, which are cut throughout the next few scenes, where we catch up with Frank, Jimmy and Michael. I’ve read the mass portion is an homage to a scene in The Godfather Part II, which I have never seen. It’s possible it would have read more heavy handed if I had seen it but the gist is, the mass signals a transformation for Amanda, both in terms of her devotion to the family and her role as acting head. More on that later.

Back at the compound, Birdy’s cleansing fire has sputtered out. She’s just a sucker for her brother, I guess. She offers to call Eamon and see what other deals can be made while Frank pouts on the couch.

In the wilds of Ireland, Kem and Con meet clandestinley to discuss Kem’s supposed tip on Kinsella whereabouts. It’s a trap!

Jimmy comes up on them, face covered and gun out, but dude cannot shoot. Con hits the gas and Kem, like a boss, grabs the wheel and forces him to crash.

Con hops out of the car and tries to run but Jimmy’s finally found his trigger finger and shoots him till he runs out of bullets. Kem freaks and hightails it out of there. Even behind his mask Jimmy is horrified at himself.

Back at the compound, sad boi Frank snorts an entire handful of coke. For the first time in like, six episodes, I feel a little bit of pity for him. He was just not equipped to deal with this situation.

While Frank’s od’ing, Birdy is on the phone with Eamon. She begs for a compromise that doesn’t involve Eric’s death and Eamon spills the beans on his deal with Amanda.

This whole thing frustrates me so much. It doesn’t matter if Amanda hypothetically chose Eric to die, she had no intention of honoring her deal with Eamon in the first place. Also, Eamon makes it clear that Amanda chose which Kinsella to die, which means someone was dying to appease Eamon. What better option is there? It’s just a cheap way to set up conflict with the family next season and I really hope they blow past it.

Birdy runs inside to tell Frank that he was right, Amanda was out to get Eric all along! She finds him passed out on the carpet in a puddle of blood, from the nosebleed he got from his handful of coke. It’s pretty gnarly. She tries to wake him and calls emergency services. As much as Frank frustrates me I like this sibling relationship. I'm not sure if it's worth keeping Frank alive but I'd also like to see some development on his part. His spiral into ineptitude deserves a recovery.

And then, my favorite thing that may or may not have been intentional in this episode. We flip back to the church right as the priest announces, 'This is the gospel according to Matthew,' then immediately flash to the airport with Eamon. Guess who’s on his way? It’s Michael, aka Charlie Cox, aka MATTHEW MURDOCK! Intentional or not, you decide.

Eamon’s heading out of the airport with his luggage and his ex-wife’s birthday gift when he runs into Man Bun. He’s come to take Eamon directly to his dad, Eamon’s supplier, to discuss all that missing drug money.

Eamon’s visibly freaked but has no choice but to go with Man Bun and his flunky.

They enter the parking garage and are almost to their car when Man Bun and his flunky go down with matching single shots to the head. Eamon turns around in shock and the camera spins to reveal Michael. Heck yeah!

Eamon tries to plead his case- Amanda made a deal! The feud is over! Michael, cool as cucumber tells him Amanda lied.

He shoots Eamon right in the eyeball. Man oh man, did he deserve it. There’s a quick flash as Eamon falls of the woman from his vision that I still don’t understand and then he’s gone.

That’s the stuff.

There’s a few danglers in this scene that I’m guessing next season will address. First off, Michael just killed three men in an airport parking garage. Yes, he was wearing a hat, and he left his gun behind (which is apparently The Move when you’re an assassin) but that place had to be chockfull of cameras. For now I’m choosing to believe that Michael is a good assassin who knows what he’s doing and didn’t put himself at unnecessary risk. We’ll see how that plays out next season. Second, Michael killed Man Bun, the son of a big time drug lord. They can handwave killing multiple people in a heavily monitored public space in the middle of the day, but they can’t handwave that.

In the wilds, Jimmy pukes his guts up before setting fire to Con’s body and all the rest of the evidence. There’s a shot of a white sneaker that is definitely not Con’s. At first I was worried it was Kem’s, then I thought it might have been Jimmy’s. Until further notice I’m calling it an error.

Cut to Michael leaving the garage.

Let's take a minute to discuss how the two Kinsella brothers react to murder. Jimmy-the-softy, who had never murdered anyone before, threw up immediately. He scrambled through the clean up but that initial, visceral reaction got me. I really hope he doesn't lose his softness next season. It's the best part of his character, I think. Meanwhile, Michael showed no emotion whatsoever. Not a hint of enjoyment, for finally getting to kill the man who had terrorized him and his family, HIS DAUGHTER, for so long, but also no doubt or regret. This complete detachment is alarming and very Michael. The show has blugeoned us over the head again and again with the fact that this life is not good for Michael. He'll do what needs to be done but he gets no joy out of it.

Finally, Amanda lights a candle, presumably for Jamie.

Her mom approaches her with a plan her and her husband concocted, Operation: Get Amanda Out of This Damn Crime Family Already. Unforunately it’s too little, too late. Amanda’s a Kinsella now.

And that's all folks! The first season of Kin. What do you think? Any thoughts or feedback? I may do one more wrap up post before I move on, we'll see. Otherwise, I hope to see you in Season 2!

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