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mobbu-min · 1 year

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☆ bragging rights ☆

(ft. the vice housewardens + ruggie)

After reading this fic where reader brags about the dorm leaders, could I request a version with the vice dorm leaders? And maybe the first years in the future? requested by anon PLEASE!! I LOVE YOUR FIC ABOUT BRAGGING THE DORMLEADER SIMPING RANT TO THE FIRST YEARS SHSBSJS MAKES ME ALL FLUFF 😭 Could you perhaps one day make the vice dorm vers, please?? no pressure of course— i just need all those fluff making me giggling at midnight on my bed because of the fluff its so CUTE!! requested by anon This https://at.tumblr.com/mobbu-min/request-what-if-the-dorm-leaders-had-an-so/qt4e3a02k8z8 this right here was the cutest shit I've ever read. If it's not too much to ask of you, is it alright if we had a version with the Vice Dorm Leaders? Jamil's either gon be smug as fuck or shocked. requested by anon

a/n i decided to put Ortho in the first year part which is probably going to be posted tomorrow tbh

tw cursing and reader is horny for a lot of them

want more? here is part one: bragging rights

Trey + Ace/Deuce <3

⋆ Ace can understand why you’d brag about Trey. I mean it’s Trey Clover. Literally the most husband material of the husbands. He’s good looking, can bake, smells nice, cleans well, can bake, is good with kids (at least what Ace has heard), is perfect at dealing with Riddle. Did he mention that Trey can bake? Anyways, Ace actually doesn’t have anything bad to say. Sure you’re annoying and Ace can’t seem to look Trey in the eyes after all the filth that comes out of your mouth. He can’t delete the memory of you ogling Trey while he was bending down to get something out of the oven and drooling, ‘man, what I would do to get a bite out of that ass’. He legit considered drowning his eardrums in bleach, yuck.

⋆ Same as Ace, but he gets so flustered everytime you say anything remotely dirty. But anyways, Deuce actually really loves the way you talk so highly and lovingly of Trey. Like yeah, it’s a little much and kinda makes Deuce feel like a third wheel despite the fact Trey is very much not present, but Deuce can’t help but want someone that would talk about him so highly as well. Also, he knows that Trey would take wonderful care of you and that’s all he could ask for.

⋆ Trey is both shocked and happy. He’s pretty much used to people overlooking him because let's be honest, out of everyone in the dorm (hell probably the school), he’s the most normal one out there. But knowing that you’re willing to talk anyone’s ears off just about him makes him chuckle. You sure are something else, huh? Well, Trey doesn’t mind, actually he’ll probably show up at Ramshackle with your favorite sweet and show you what these hands can do~

He’s going to give you a massage, nasties

Ruggie + Jack <3

⋆ A respecter of his elders, Jack feels a sense of pride when you talk so highly of Ruggie. Though at first, he mistakes it as admiration and respect just like Jack feels for Ruggie, but something about the way your eyes light up and cheeks brighten quickly gives him another impression. Listen, Jack adores you and wants what's best for, however, that doesn’t mean Jacks wants to listen to your hour long rants about Ruggie. Again, Jack’s a chill guy, so he’ll water his plants and do other chores while you trail after him like a little duckling. It’s cute really

⋆Ruggle like ‘are they talking about me? You’re joking, nu-uh….oh shit!’ He gets so smug about it. His tail literally wags back and forth so fast he considers taping it to his side. Ruggie definitely wasn’t expecting it, because one, you hang out with a ton of cool people, and two, Ruggie is constantly messing with you (affectionately ofc). He definitely sees your relationship in a new light. Maybe he wouldn’t mind sharing some food sometime, just a thought.

Jade + Grim <3

⋆ Grim is so fuckin scared. He doesn’t know if it’s for you, or for him, all he knows is that he’s running for the hills anytime he sees that tall ass fucker. Like literally, you just had to choose the scariest person ever to simp for huh? You know that tiktok sound where it’s all like “Shut the fuck up! I’m so fuckin scared rn!”, yeah that’s Grim. Always on the verge of shitting himself or fighting Jade. Grim has not known peace.

⋆Jade is pleasantly surprised. Originally, he’s all like ‘I can totally get something out of this’ but eventually you wormed your way into his heart. Does he protest? No, because you’re genuinely the most interesting creature he’s ever met. Jade considers you one the most precious pearls in the world. So knowing you consider him a worth enough person to brag about makes him beyond happy. However, don’t expect that this relieves you of his teasing, because he finds this a perfect opportunity to amp it up.

Jamil + Grim <3

⋆ There’s two things that run through Grim mind when you ‘shockingly’ confess that you have the hots for Jamil. One, didn’t he literally kidnap us?! And two, hell yeah! Food! Grim walks a thin line between wanting to be mad at Jamil for what he did during winter break and falling in love with him instead, because damn, when Grim heard the saying ‘the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach’ he didn’t realize how true it was until Jamil became a recurring face in his life.

⋆ Jamil is both shocked and smug. Like, he expected you to fall for Kalim, because he has money and is emotionally available. But! The fact that you didn’t fall for Kalim makes him 100x more smug! Like for once, Jamil beats Kalim and doesn’t have to a) feel burdened by it or 2) feel guilty. So it's a win-win situation! Jamil is calculating and observant, so he decided to go a safe route and cook you all your favorite food as a confession. And damn, he did not expect you to cry and wipe your boogers all over your sleeve because you were so happy. Maybe he can get used to it.

Rook + Epel <3

⋆ You really know how to choose ‘em huh? Epel is literally at his wit's end. All you talk about is Rook and all Rook talks about is you. And both you have a very weird and honestly, freaky, way of saying how much you love each other. Out of the two, Epel would much rather listen to Rook, because at least Epel doesn’t understand a word that comes out of his baguette loving mouth. But you? Epel swears that once he gets home he’s going to get his meemaw to wash out all the filthy things you said about Rook and what you wanted him to do to you. He realizes he’d much rather listen to Vil nag him. Just give the poor boy a break!

⋆ Okay okay okay, he’s known since the beginning. He knows it all! It’s so fuckin creepy, but damn does that make things ten times easier. Rook is instantly sweeping you off your feet and into bed to make all the things you said come true. He’s a gentleman, what can he say? Rook loves that you like to brag about him, it’s just so beautiful knowing that you both want each other. He can just explode at the thought.

And he does…please interpret that however you like…

Lilia + Sebek <3

⋆ YOU TRULY ARE STUBBORN HUMAN!??!?!? Sebek is so fucking stingy about it. Like damn, okay you damn overgrown cucumber! Be stingy! Like that’s not going to stop you from getting laid. Does Sebek care though? No! Because he’s mean! Or more like, he doesn’t understand. But that's beside the point! Sebek will not let you get close to Lilia, not in his presence! What if you want to consume his mind and eat his brains?! Sebek can’t even imagine! Will fight you anytime and anywhere! Name the place, and he swears your ass is grass!

⋆ Okay, but alternatively, Sebek is a lot like how he was with Malleus and is all like ‘Yeah! Master Lilia is truly amazing! Human, you might actually be smart!’ and you’re just there with the widest grin because Sebek is your way to getting what you want(that being getting your guts rearranged). And everytime you come to him with the weirdest questions, Sebek merely bats his eyes and answers it without a second thought. Like ‘Of course, it’s big! It’s huge actually! Ginormous!...Eh, Human!? Why do you look ill?...Human, I haven't the slightest idea of what you could be referring to, but I was talking about his generosity. What else could there be that’s as big as his heart and wisdom?...tch, you better not get My Great Lord ill!”

⋆ Oh! How scandalous! You’re making him blush! Don’t you know it’s rude to make an old man’s heart want to burst? Literally cackles and gives you a big ass kiss. The things you do to this old man, like damn, he feels young again. Lilia is actually so funny about it because he wants to see you duel it out with Sebek for his hand, how lovely would that be? But also wants to whisk you away so you both can ‘game’ instead. Ugh, so many choices. Maybe he’ll let you both fight, so he can kiss your boo-boo’s away. How romantic!

Sebek do not question why I'm wobbling out of lilia’s room. Memories were made last night!

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satorusugurugurl · 1 month

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That angst fic 😵‍💫😵‍💫 got me thinking, what about a similar smut fic where when reader is stressed and overworked the boys try to be gentle and caring but all she wants is to be rough fucked, degraded, the works. She has to plead with them but they eventually cave. But once they are done it’s back to soft and sweet aftercare. So basically, open masochist reader :3 I could also lowkey imagine reader being insecure about wanting it to be rough and mean, I see so much stuff of people demonizing it on social media, definitely makes it something that is difficult to be open about. I think a lot of ppl also get it confused with CNC which is not the same thing. Consent and safety are what matters

-🍭

Salty and Sweet

Characters: Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, FAB!Reader

Warning content: smut, dirty talk, vulgar language, , Satoru is a bit hesitant

Word Count: 1,680

A/N: Anon, you have inspired me. This is a little blurb of what I could see happening in a case like this! I’m working on Escort!Gojo and another request! I was hoping to have that request done tonight (but it’s taken a life of its own) I try to post once a day, but I’ve been working ten-hour days for the last two weeks, so I’m exhausted. 😵‍💫

Your boyfriends watched as you paced back and forth, arms crossed as you chewed on your bottom lip. You had mentioned wanting to talk to them about trying something new, but you seemed to be hesitant and struggling to find the right words. If they were being honest, it was almost cute seeing you struggle to voice what you wanted. The timid, innocent side of you was so adorable the duo wanted to smother you with kisses and cuddles.

“I don’t know if I can say it!” You yelled out, tilting your head back with a groan.

Suguru smiled, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees. “You can tell us anything, Y/N. Trust me, this is a safe space.” While his words were comforting, you still found yourself hesitant to voice your wants.

“Suguru’s right. There’s only one way to know if we’re okay with what you want us to try.” Satoru added, leaning back against the couch with a yawn.

“I know! I know!” Your flustered tension was shifting into more frustration. “I just don’t want you to, ya know, think that I’m some deviant.”

Satoru and Suguru shared a look; their years of friendship always came out in times like these; they both held hands in front of their mouth before leaning in close to each other. Their voices dropped maybe a tone as they fake whispered to each other.

“Do you wanna tell her or me?”

“You tell her that being in a poly-relationship is pretty deviant.”

“Oh yeah, for sure!”

Satoru’s head jerked in your direction with a devious smirk. “Hey, you kno—“ Satoru smacked his lips together the instant he saw how flushed you were, how you hugged yourself as tight as you could while you watched them in mortification. “Y/N, hey, no, it’s okay.” The duo stood from their spots on the couch, their stomachs dropping as you dropped your head, focusing on the ground.

Whatever it was that you wanted to try had you twisted in knots of unease and shyness. “Please, for once, can you guys take me seriously.” The room was like being in the eye of a hurricane before it hit. “This is hard for me to say because many people misinterpret what I wanted in the past. I don’t want to scare you guys off or have you look at me any differently.” Suguru put a reassuring hand on your back, gently rubbing it up and down, encouraging you to continue while Satoru gave your hand a reassuring squeeze.

“Sorry, please tell us.”

“Yeah, we won’t look at you any differently.”

A bitter scoff escaped the back of your throat. “You say that now, but so many people in the past demonized what I wanted and got it confused with different kinks.”

“Y/N, come on, babe, just tell us.”

With a deep breath, you sighed with a nod. “Okay, just promise you’ll at least consider what I’m asking. You can take as much time as you need.” Both your boyfriends nodded in understanding. Fuck, your hands were clammy as you shook them out. Now was the time. “I-I want you both to be mean to me in bed.” You blurted out.

You waited for the worst reactions. Like them pulling away from you in disgust, asking a million questions, or wanting to comply with your desires. Which was fine. They were not required to do what you wanted in bed.

Neither of them did anything close to that. They just hummed, watching you, waiting for you to continue like they wanted you to specify what that meant. What you wanted, how you wanted it, when you longed for this to occur. You were waiting a second more for your glance up between your dark-haired boyfriend before your gaze drifted to Satoru.

“Okay, so, I was hoping maybe we could have really rough sex? Maybe you could degrade me, be a little nastier?”

Gojo’s beautiful ivory skin was dusted with a faint blush, his eyes leaving you before focusing on Suguru. “I don’t have much experience in that; could you give me some pointers, Suguru?” Suguru didn’t need to answer because one second you were standing between them, and the next you were over his shoulder with Gojo trailing behind like a puppy.

Minutes passed, or maybe it had been hours. It was hard to tell with all the oxytocin and dopamine that flooded your brain. Your wants and needs were finally embraced for the first time. Suguru took the lead, and fuck Satoru was right. Suguru did have pointers for him.

“Oooh~ you nasty fucking slut.” Suguru degraded his hands wrapped in your hair, forcing you to choke on Satoru’s cock. “Taking two cocks at once like a dirty nasty fucking whore.”

”S-Suguru, do you have to be so mean?” Satoru was struggling a bit more to really get into the whole degrading you thing. He wasn't uncomfortable with it, more so that he wasn’t sure how to do it. He needed practice to ease himself out of the role as a soft dom and more into a hard, demanding dom.

Suguru cocked a dark eyebrow up at his boyfriend as his cock slammed in and out of your dripping pussy. “Mean?” He pulled your hair lifting you off Satoru’s cock. “I’m not being mean in the slightest. Look at our dirty slut.” Following Suguru’s demands, Satoru looked down at you, his cock twitching as you both made eye contact.

You were a drooling mess. Eyes rolled back into your head as Suguru snapped his hips forward, causing a yelp to rise from your throat. Your hair was a disheveled mess, tears were staining your cheeks, and goddamn, you looked like you were having so much fucking fun.

“M-More~” you begged, tongue lolling out as Suguru pucked up the pace of his thrusts. “M-More, please!”

”Oh, Oh!” Suguru smirked, releasing your hair, causing your head to drop into Satoru’s bare lap. “You heard her, Satoru, the greedy little whore wants more.”

“Yeah?” Satoru gently stroked strands of hair out of your face as you struggled to keep your head up. “You want a more sweet girl?”

”Y-Yeah, I do.”

Satoru needed some form of guidance, so he looked up to his best friend. His dark hair pulled over his right shoulder, his dark eyes transfixed on your head. “Go on, Satoru, give her what she wants.” The way Suguru purred Satoru’s name had you both shivering.

”Okay, okay,” Satoru gently pulled your hair, “you’re going to suck my cock like a good girl, aren’t you?”

”Y-Yes Satoru, I’ll suck it for you, I’ll suck it, so go—oooh!!” Suguru slapped Satoru’s hand away. ”Naggh! Ah fuck S-Sugu!”

”You’re doing it all wrong, you himbo.” Satoru gritted his teeth as Suguru forced your mouth down onto his cock again. “She wants you to be fucking mean. Trust me. I feel her slutty fucking cunt clenching around me. She loves this, don’t you, Y/N?” All you could do was hum in response, deepthroating Satru breathing through your nose. “Look at her, being a greedy fucking whore, getting all her holes filled at once.”

Between the warmth of your mouth and the tears in your eyes, Satoru’s balls tightened, his ab’s flexing as he gently began fucking into your mouth. “Fucking slut.” Satoru’s words had you whimpering around him, and you bobbed your head faster, eager for him to degrade you more.

”That’s more like it, Satoru!” Suguru grinned, his free hand reaching down, rubbing your cit in fast circles. “Keep talking to her like that. She’s getting so close.”

You mumbled in agreement, only to have your words choked off by the fat cock forcing its way further down your throat. “What was that? You want to cum bitch?” You could only gag. “Ah, sorry, it’s hard to hear you when you're gagging on my cock.”

You gagged, cried, and trembled as both men fucked into you ruthlessly, your walls clamped down, eyes rolling back as you clutched the sheets so hard you were surprised that they didn’t rip as your orgasm hit you. It was so intense, wave after wave of pleasure! You moaned and gagged around Satoru’s cock; the white-haired man let out a whimper as he fucking his cum down your throat, biting his lip as your tight cunt hugged Suguru so tight you fell against you back, rutting into you like some animal in rut.

“Oh fuck princess, oh fuck, you want all my cum~? Hm? Then take it!” With one final deep thrust, Suguru came inside your still-twitching cunt. “Oooh fucking hell! That’s it, milk me bitch, milk me for all I got!” It was somewhere in between that moment that Gojo gently pulled you off his sensitive cock. “H-Haah shit baby.”

“S-She felt so good.”

This was heaven. You were in heaven with your boyfriends. You felt so satisfied, so normal, and thankful as the two of them were not at all shaming you for your kinks. God, thinking about all of the nasty little things they would say and do to you from now on turned you on.

“Felt good?” you panted roughly as Suguru smirked. “you honestly thought this skank would be content with one orgasm? No, we're nowhere near being done, are we, princess?” You were lifted with ease by Suguru as he planted you directly in Satoru’s lap. “Let’s continue, shall we?” His cock brushed over your bottom lip. “Safeword is pineapple.”

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foranidalas · 3 months

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pope with reader who will back him up on anything with no context. she's just there for her man.

like she's sittin' on his lap while he and jj r arguing ab something and jj asks reader to back him up, n' reader who was paying zero attention looks up from her phone, pulling her head off of pope's chest and is just like "nah im with my man"

-🎧 (can i be if no one is yet? <3)

reader who supports her man blindly .. sooo me :] yes you can anon <3

*.⊹˚𝜗୧ ‧₊˚

you’re normally full of life and energy, but back at the chateau, when the day starts to end, the only thing you crave is the warmth of your boyfriend’s arms and the space to just turn your brain off. he doesn’t even question or protest when you climb onto him like he’s a chair, easing yourself onto his lap— legs contorted in what he thinks just cannot be comfortable. you tell him he’s never sat in his own lap before. he calls you crazy.

it’s easy for you to shut things out, fiddling with pope’s fingers or the thick curls at the back of his head, lost in your own thoughts. he complains about the haphazard twists of curls you absentmindedly leave, but he secretly loves it. he can carry a piece of you, that way. you can feel, though, when him and jj begin to quarrel for what feels like the millionth time today, his body tensing— the muscles of his thighs stiffen under your soft ones, his shoulders perching defensively. you can hear the progressive beating of his heart as your head rests on his chest.

“nah man, i’m telling you. all we gotta do is pull up on those bastards, and show ‘em who’s the real freakin’ boss!” jj’s on his normal angsty rampage, strategizing for whatever predicament he and his friends have gotten into this time around. his voice raises near the end of his sentence, and it startles you. you feel the air of his sigh on the back of your neck, and he coos in your ear as he soothes you from the abruptness of jj’s outburst.

“yeah, that’s real smart jj. show up on the armed guys unprepared and unarmed. why didn’t we think of it before?” his voice is soft and low, cautious of disrupting you. he was considerate like that— you were his main priority at all times, and that included ensuring your comfort.

they go back and forth for a bit, and you groan as pope shifts a bit too far up in his seat, causing you to slip slightly, head bouncing uncomfortably off of his chest. his hand swiftly moves to catch you as you slide off his lap. when he repositions you, his hand lingers on your waist, tracing small circles on the soft skin of it. it grounds you for a bit, and you catch the tail end of john b’s attempt to mediate the heated exchange.

“—what do you think?”

it takes you a while to register that they’re talking to you, coming back to the present when pope whispers your name into your ear. it’s gentle, and you know he genuinely cares for your input, even if you may not be entirely caught up on what’s going on.

“hm? dunno why you’re asking me. y’know i’m on his side.” the boy chuckles at this, and you feel his chest puff with pride. he knows you’re speaking objectively— but it warms him that his girl is sticking with him. jj huffs, clearly annoyed, running a harsh hand through his hair before fixing his cap on his head. you take it upon yourself to tune out again, fiddling with your boyfriends fingers. he reaches to turn your face towards him, soft smile making you melt all the way down inside. when he presses a soft kiss to your lips as a thank you, the group groans.

“of course she’d take his side,” jj grumbles, plopping himself down on his seat. you giggle quietly, easing yourself impossibly closer into your boyfriend’s hold.

“someone’s jealous,” you whisper to pope, just loud enough for him to hear— and he smiles so bright you’d think you just had said the funniest joke in the world.

“look at that, he’s pussy whipped.”

they argue again.

#꒰ ۫ ੭ requests! ୨ৎ ꒱#🎧 nonnie!#εïз pope prompt !#pope x reader #pope heyward #pope heyward prompt

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007reid · 7 months

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yay! (honestly don’t stress about the adhd characterisation being perfect)

r cannot stay still during one of the cases and the other officers at the *insert state* station get really frustrated with r's hyperactive tendencies (pacing, humming, fidgeting etc) (possibly a small bit of angst)

and of course because of that we get an overprotective dr reid because he can see that r is trying to mask to appease the officers (he most likely knows the facts and all that jazz about how harmful masking can be)

masking is where we basically try and suppress our actions - ignoring what our brain is telling us to do and trying to act ‘normal’ (it is very exhausting and honestly just sucks - can also lead to mental health issues)

also tysm if you consider this <3

- 🦕 xx

HI DINO ANON!! i imagined glasses reid for this cus he’s the sassiest and spencer is def sassy here. i hope i did it okay, kinda nervous about this one. enjoy!

spencer reid x adhd fem!reader

cases involving children always stresses you out more than usual, and this one is no exception.

hotch is cruel in the way that he requested for you not to join the team. 'request' is actually him being nice. you stood your ground until he demanded you to, and you know he's right, knows why you can't be with the team this time. "you're too shaken up, y/n," hotch had said, firmly, eyes as soft as steel. "you won't benefit the team. just hang tight and keep an eye out, alright?”

penelope had gone back to the hotel but it's hard for you to muster up the will to. you need to hear the news right when the team comes back, need to know what happens to the two siblings held hostage, and the only way to get immediate information once the information comes is to lurk in the louisiana's sheriff department and wait for the inevitable phone call.

one of the assistants were nice enough to hand you a donut with a pink napkin for it to sit on and a coffee, but god forbid you have any caffeine or sugar so you set it deliberately to the side for spencer, who, predictably, comes by a second later and it grabs his attention immediately, pointing to it as if to ask "you want this?" silently. you shake your head. he stuffs the donut into his mouth and takes the coffee with him as he makes to go somewhere else.

you're grateful for spencer, and you wish that you can say something about it but your mouth's clamp shut and you don't remember the last time you've been so nervous on a case. you're no newbie to the bau, you know the procedure and you know the horrific scenes that goes on but it's been a while since there is children involved and it took you for a toll and you don't know how to deal with it.

spencer had insisted staying at the station with you and you know the officers aren’t too pleased about it, having two fbi officers strolling around in their post just because. they can't send you back, but they’re dying too; you can tell it on their disdained faces that they're practically looking for a reason to kick the two of you out.

feeling constrained by standing in the hard, wooden stool, you decide to get up and take a walk around the pace, and a walk turns into just pacing back and forth between these two desks and then humming a little song that’s been stuck in your head, trying to keep your mind distracted and off the possibilities of what could be happening to those innocent kids right now if the team hasn't taken care of everything yet. your eyes stay on the dark green telephone that sits menacingly and quietly in the sheriff's office desk. you don’t pick up the glances directed at you.

“hey, ma’am?” someone speaks up. you pause and whip your head around. you could read the man’s face as legibly as a news magazine. he’s annoyed and fed up, his lips turned at an ugly angle. you feel embarrassment bubble up inside of you. “can you sit down? we have work to take care of.”

first thing that comes to your mind is to talk back. the fuck you know about workload? you want to spit into the man’s face. i’m with the fucking fbi, jackass. you just sit at a fucking computer.

the fierce words don’t come out of you, however. instead, you just feel silly and childish, walking back to the stiff chair you had abandoned earlier and try to make yourself comfortable, mumbling a half-assed “sorry” under your breath.

“no worries, ma’am,” the man says, and it sounds saturated and sarcastic, and you can feel yourself burn a brighter red, ridiculed.

you hide the tremble in your hands by tucking it in the pockets of your fbi issued hoodie and resists your foot from tapping on the floor, looking around anxiously for something to watch.

“does her pacing ‘round a little bit distract you that much?”

spencer suddenly appears right next to you, enough bitterness on his face to give the man a run for his money. he looks strange like this, the innocent, permanently confused frown on his face replaced with a glare, harsh and intense under the gleaming of his glasses.

“yeah, it does, you android,” the man sneers, stopping his typing on the computer. he leans back on his chair. you feel the defensiveness in you rising up at the man’s words. “this place’s for business, not you kids’ playground, kay?”

“kids?” spencer says incredulously, laughing. “kids and we have a say above you as federal workers and you as state. you work under your boss who work under another boss who work under my boss. that’s three tiers, if you got lost along the way. we’re kids and we got more going for us than you ever do,” and spencer says all this so casually, as if he’s informing the man of the littleness of his worth as a fact instead of an insult. it stabs twice as deep and it shows on the man’s face.

“whatever, fucking android,” the man grumbles, continuing to type.

spencer, bless him, can’t seem to keep his mouth shut for to long and spinning around to face you, water in his hand. “here,” he press the bottle to your trembling hand, making you accept it. “don’t do that again, okay?” he says, sternly.

“do what?”

“suppressing it.” he doesn’t need to define what ‘it’ is. you get the memo immediately and look down in shame, biting at your lip. “it makes things worse, okay? you know it does.” he frowns, except his lips jut out in a pout. it’s cute. you guess spencer reid’s a little bit cute. spencer is oblivious to your little revelation as he continues his tangent, without a thought in the world. “masking can lead to anxiety or depression if you feel like you're constantly under too much stress. this isn’t a stress free job, y/n. you can’t keep piling more on top of what you already got,” he says, softly.

“i know,”

“i know you do,”

right then, the phone rings and you nearly trip over spencer’s beat up converses trying to get to the sheriff’s office fast enough. spencer catches you by the hand as you come sending towards the floor and the both of you rush, your hand in his as sheriff brody picks up the phone and press it to his ear.

a beat.

“they’re safe.”

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satoruxx · 10 months

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congrats on 200 followers!!

im thinking of hsr blade + reader who keeps throwing him corny science-y pickup lines :3

examples:

"if i had to choose between DNA and RNA, i'd choose RNA because it has U in it"

"are you an arrhythmia? because you just made my heart skip a beat"

"are you rheumatoid arthritis? because you make me feel weak in the knees"

(inspired by @/nathan_fang_'s science rizz on ig, theyre absolute gold)

pairing: blade x reader | 1.3k+ words summary: all fluff and crack, just a teensy tiny bit suggestive at the end but it's harmless, blade is TIRED, classic sunshine x grump trope bc we all secretly love it hehe a/n: AHHHH hello anon! this was so much fun to write omg !! blade is such a grump i love him. i don't know if i did him justice though lol. i really wanna pull for him but i spent all my savings on luocha sobs. anyways thank you thank you for your support and i hope you enjoy this <33

blade didn't mind working in pairs. normally, he worked well with the teammates he had. following kafka's plans usually ended with a success, and even as irritating as silver wolf could be, she had enough knowledge in her brain to get them out of sticky situations. he definitely didn't mind working with either of them.

you on the other hand, blade was unsure of. ok yes, in your defense, he knew that you were quite intelligent. you were well-versed in the lifestyles of many different galaxies, and you were the type of person who liked to research as much as you could before you stepped foot on a new planet. so the first day blade met you, he did truly believe you were a mature, all-knowing researcher joining the stellaron hunters.

that was before, though. while you still did come off as all-knowing, he now knew you were far from mature.

"will you please quit it?"

you grin cheekily, watching him pace back and forth in front of the locked door you both were hiding behind, on the look out for guards. his red eyes dart back and forth between the door and you as you sit at one of the computers, extracting some files for the mission.

"i'm just saying you could try to smile more, blade."

he scoffs, eyes lingering on you and your annoying grin for a second longer. "nothing to smile about in my life."

you snort, shaking your head as you absentmindedly tap at the screen. "well that's dramatic. you just need something to make you laugh."

"I don't see any funny people around here." he sneers, eyes narrowed as he shoots you a sarcastic grin. you place your hand on your heart in mock offense.

"i'll have you know i am very funny!" you say defensively, shooting him a glare. blade only raises an unimpressed eyebrow.

"sure thing. because everything you've ever said has got me positively giggling. now will you shut up and work faster so we can get out of here?"

a mirthless smile graces your face as you narrow your eyes at him in retaliation. "you just have no sense of humor." you mutter, turning back to the screen. blade rolls his eyes before resuming his lookout, though his gaze does wander back to you more times than he cares to admit. the room is silent save for the occasional clicks of the software you were accessing, and for a second blade thinks he misses the sound of your talking, but he pushes that thought aside.

you somehow seem to pick up on it though, because you speak up again. "hey blade?"

"what?"

"are you rheumatoid arthritis?"

he can't see your face with your back turned to him, and he seems to think you're seriously asking him a question, because he frowns and begins to speak. "are you stupid? do you mean to say do i have rheumatoid arthritis? because, you know that i do not-"

"because you make me feel weak in the knees!"

there's a tense silence as he stares at you, his brain trying to process what you just said. when it clicks his lips curl into a sneer and he groans.

"aeons, will you please shut up? you are so stupid why am i stuck here-"

"hey blade, if you were an element you'd be francium because you're the most attractive!"

his clicks his tongue as you giggle, finally standing up and making your way over to him after downloading all the data you needed. you peer at him mischievously, eyes scanning over his sour expression. "what, not even a smile? tough crowd."

he scoffs, opening the door and ushering you out in front of him so that he can keep an eye on you. "what, that was your strategy? stupid nerdy pick up lines? try harder."

"you're underestimating my resolve, bladie. i will get you."

he hums absentmindedly, resisting the urge to roll his eyes at you as he peers down halls for any enemies before sending you the signal to keep walking.

you clear your throat, and he sighs as you begin your inane antics once more. "you must be a good benzene ring because you are so aromatic!"

"stop it right now."

"you must be made of uranium and iodine, because i can see U and I together!"

he pauses, eyes narrowing as a weird tumble occurs in his chest. he glares down at you from the corner of his eyes, trying his best not to dwell on it because aeons above you were just being stupid. he hears you laugh under your breath, and he's about to scold you once more before he hears voices approaching.

"shut up. guards." he orders quietly, pulling your arm back so that you're now hiding behind the wall with him. he watches them carefully, scarlet eyes scanning for any sudden movements as he keeps you behind him. suddenly he feels your finger poke at his bicep as you whisper:

"are you a carbon sample? because i really wanna date you!"

blade feels his face grow hot as he glares at you angrily. he immediately turns around and presses a bandaged hand over your mouth, leaning in close to hiss at you. "you idiot. didn't i say shut up? they're right there!"

you reach up to pull his hand away from your face, though your fingers continue to hold his as you give him another cheeky smile.

"ooh," you whisper dramatically, grinning at his close proximity. "are you a heart arrhythmia? because you just made my heart skip a beat!"

blade's eyes dart all over your face, and he ignores the way that it feels like his brain is short-circuiting since it's probably just because of how reckless you're being. instead he just opts for rolling his eyes and clamping his hand back over your mouth. you let him this time, though he can still tell you're smiling by the way your eyes crinkle.

as soon as the coast is clear, he's leading you back to the ship without a word. the entire way there, you continue to drop more of your stupid lines, and he only gives you annoyed groans in response.

by the time you both are safely back, he's had enough of you.

"-you have 11 protons? because you're sodium fine!" you giggle, and blade's eye twitches once before he's turning around and getting in your face once more. his eyes bore into yours as he smirks.

"oh yeah? if i was an enzyme, i'd be dna helicase, just so that i could unzip your genes." he says, keeping his voice even as he stares at you.

your jaw drops, face heating up at the unexpected turn of events as you stumble over a response. "w-wait, you-!"

"what? you've been yapping my ear off about how great our chemistry is. don't you think we should do some biology together too?" he smirks, red eyes lighting up as he takes in your flustered expression.

"well that's not what i-!" you pause, breath hitching as he leans closer and brushes a strand of loose hair out of your eyes. he chuckles under his breath, peering at you through his bangs.

"damn. you must be an alkali metal. one touch and already highly reactive, huh?"

"blade!" you hiss, eyes darting away from him and he finally relents, pulling back to watch you with an amused grin. you clear your throat, almost like you know how caught off guard you look. "i have to go...report to kakfa."

he bites back a grin, watching you leave through the dark strands of his hair. so flustered that you didn't even realize that in the end you did get him to smile? how amusing.

he laughs quietly to himself, shaking his head. maybe, just maybe, he could try to ask elio to make you his partner permanently.

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bonnibuckets · 1 year

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Omg hii! Can i pretty please request a reader x neteyam blurb where neteyam understands firsthand about warriorreader! protectiveness to put herself first in battle, but when she actually gets hurt he begs her not to do that again because he doesn’t want to lose her? You can do this if you want, but I would appreciate if you did 🤩

Please mind my grammer mistakes, its 3 am and I’m snoozing on and off 😅

-🐬 anon

warrior | neteyam

yes 🐬 anon i love the way you think

You were a fierce warrior and a well-respected one at that— even for your young age. You always were on the front lines because you proved yourself to be worthy enough. You protected your clan with pride and you took honor in your accomplishments— not cocky but you knew you were excellent.

Your close friend neteyam didn’t appreciate your skills as much— he liked that you knew how to take care of yourself. It was just the fear of losing you that always overtook his body whenever you set out on raids, he’d pray to eywa to bring you back to him safely. He’d also beg his father to not let you go but jake would always say ‘she’s my strongest warrior i cannot just leave her out i need her’ ‘well so do i!” he’d argue.

You always promised to make it back safely and you prayed to eywa as well to take care of you and let your aim be pure, but this time was different.

“Promise teyam’ okay” you smiled wrapping your pinky with his “you better be safe i’ll be above watching so no funny business,” he said pointing semi-seriously but then broke into a smile. “Yes sir” you laughed before getting ready to go to a raid— adorned with white paint and your bow you set out with jake and others. You flew on your ikran and waited on jake’s count watching the sky people’s metal bug. Then it blew up and jake sent y’all in, you flew low and heard neteyam in your ear “all good up here” you held the piece “for now keep an eye out who knows how long we got until sky people show up” you said watching carefully.

“Grab everything you can quickly!” jake yelled as he handed them guns and other sky people's stuff. You cursed as you saw the sky people’s metal bird “get down!” you yelled as it shot open fire. You hissed and got on your ikran and flew up and drew your bow, you dodged and weaved many bullets before shooting the pilot and sending them crashing— you yelled in victory. Then another one came crashing down and sent navi flying and you immediately went down to help.

Dismounting you helped dig others out from the rubble and handed them off to other abled bodies. You ran around yelling to see if anyone else was there then you saw lo’ak and neteyam and you felt your body heat up— you couldn’t believe they were that stupid. “skxawngs!” you hissed running towards them as things were still exploding and getting shot at. They looked at you and their ears pinned back “what in the name of eywa are you doing?!” you yelled “go get out of here you could get hurt!” you pushed them towards their ikrans.

“That’s not fair we want to help!” lo’ak protested “please let’s go we have what we need” neteyam pleaded to you. He wanted you to leave as soon as possible— “no! i have to make sure all the wounded are—” you were cut off by a searing pain in your shoulder. You screamed out and toppled over as neteyam caught you— you were hit.

—

Afterward, you were safely brought back and everyone settled down from the raid. You groaned as neteyam talked your ears off as kiri patches you up. “See! you got hurt!” “only because i was scolding you and your brother’s skxawng asses!” “oh so it’s our fault?!” he bickered “no neteyam! i’m saying you were reckless!” “so were you, you’re always reckless!” — this went back and forth before kiri yelled “stop it! okay? oh my goodness just be quiet and talk normally” kiri groaned before leaving.

You pouted and turned away “i know i’m right teyam’” “like hell,” he said crossing his arms. You sighed and rolled your eyes deciding to be the bigger person “i’m sorry okay” neteyam looked at you confused. “I’m sorry i yelled at you like that— i just worry about you and i got scared seeing you out there and i don't know what i’d do if” your voice hitched as tears filled your eyes as you thought about what only comes in your nightmares. “Hey, i’m sorry too okay how do you think i feel every time you leave huh? the exact same way, i fear losing you every day— you’re too important” he said as his voice got shaky.

You got up and hissed as the pain took over but you pushed through and cupped his face “i’m not going anywhere anytime soon, it’ll take a lot more than a stupid sky person to take me down” you smiled as tears rolled down your face and neteyam held your hand and laughed too as tears fell down his face. “Just don’t do that ever again please okay pinky promise?” “pinky promise.”

a/n: it’s hot asf i had to turn on my ceiling fan and change clothes to get comfortable 😭

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fatuismooches · 4 months

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Hello! Former 🐺 anon here! (I always struggle to not forget the "-🐺" at the end of the asks so uhh I guess imma make the job easier for myself by revealing true identity, i guess?? 😅)

Anyway. I don't remember if this has been written about before, but... Can we talk about Dottore's earring? The connection between segments? And fragile reader?

That little trinket is one of the mysteries surrounding our beloved Doctor. Is it just a fancy accessory? Perhaps. But then why do all of his segments wear one? At very least, the ones we've seen? I feel like it might have something to do with connection between them. Could it be a hive-mind device? Basically something that connects all the segments into one net so they can communicate telepathically? That would explain how Omega managed to delete all of the segments so easily.

But yes. Imagine if theory about it being a telepathy bond device. What if Prime gifts fragile reader one of those? So that when he's away on a mission or something, fragile reader could reach out to him! Almost like the two were having a phone call! (Since Teyvat doesn't have phones apart that strange dodoco ball thingy).

Or it could also be used for when the reader is too scared to speak their thoughts. Imagine Dottore holding them tightly in his embrace, his soothing voice whispering in the reader's head to just think what troubles them and use the telepathic bond to tell him. I just feel like Zandik would use this as a way to reassure the reader. Like, it's silence, but also not. Of course, many forehead kisses and headpats are included in this procedure.

YESSS DOTTORE'S EARRING... <3 I love that thing... :3 (Webttore and Dottore actually have two different designs of earrings so I love to hc that each segment's earrings are a little bit different, even though we see they're the same in-game 😭 Maybe it's a way to tell them apart from each other as well 💗 Alright moving on-)

Besides the signature masks of the segments, they are never seen without their earring, the mysterious blue liquid inside squishing around with their movements. What could it be? That is unknown, but the agents would prefer not to know considering it's the same color as that vial he always carries around. And the vial's contents are similarly unknown... no one wants to be the first one to try. Well, regardless of that, most would never guess the earring is used for the segments' communication with each other. Truly technology far more advanced than what the majority of Teyvat could ever dream off.

It was when you complained about how long letters took to be delivered back and forth that he realized a rather easy solution. The earring's communication device was no easy procedure, with the materials and skill, but for you? He got it done with ease. Obviously, you're elated! Though there are probably times you abuse your new privilege now. For example, even when he's not away, you'll call him. He'll think it is urgent, considering your health and all, but what did you call to tell him? That you love him, and are coming to give him lots of kisses and hugs and- he hung up on you.

It would also be quite cute if your earring could connect to various other earrings like the segments while they're away on expeditions as well... they have most definitely slacked off when you've called them. Them being in the middle of killing/threatening/general Dottore things but pausing to take their beloved's call while the guy watches them in fear and confusion.

Dottore using it as a way to comfort you though... 🥺 that is just so cute. Because sometimes it's too hard for you to verbalize all of your troubles and negative thoughts, and the words get stuck in your throat. Making it quite hard for the two of you to communicate with each other since you can't open yourself up like that. But now you can let out your feelings telepathically and your husband can know, and perhaps get a further reach into what your mind is like. The silence around you combined with Dottore's soothing voice is the perfect aid to make you feel better.

#smooches talks #🐺 anon #dottore love notes <3 #fragile reader <3 #HI 🐺 ANON... thank u for revealing urself hehe #and providing delicious dottore brainrot i love his earring sm!!#the hive mind device is actually quite interesting #and perhaps the segments cant take it off either which is why their thoughts are so noisy...#MY POOKIES 😭😭😭 omega i love u but ..... :((

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a-small-batch-of-dragons · 22 days

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The Question of Debt

Hi! I've read a few Merlin fics recently where Arthur finds out that Merlin hasn't been paid what he should, if at all, 'cause no-one ever trained him or told him anything about his job. I'd love to see your take on this if you want to write it? With lots of Merlin & knights friendship too. Thank yooou <3 – anon

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Warnings: none

Pairings: merthur

Word Count: 4232

Look, alright, Arthur does try to give Merlin the benefit of the doubt, but when he walks into his room to see him immediately stand up straight, hide something behind his back, and that something is jingling, what exactly is he supposed to do? Well, if Merlin is to be believed, state his business and leave Merlin to his. But when a pouch of coin leads to a confrontation that reaches far beyond their normal spats, Arthur starts to uncover something very troubling about Merlin's time in Camelot.

Well, if Merlin is to be believed, state his business and leave Merlin to his.

”Oh, and you’re King of Camelot now?”

“No.”

“Then what makes you think you can give me orders?”

”That wasn’t an order. It was a suggestion. One you asked for, by the way.”

“Merlin.”

Merlin just grins that stupid little grin that makes the tips of his ears stick out a bit more and Arthur is not being distracted by it, thank you very much. “Did you need something?”

“You’re late. Am I supposed to dress myself?”

”You’d be amazed what most young children are capable of, sire, most of them can actually dress themselves by the time they’re four or five.”

“Merlin!”

“Look, I’m just saying that it’s not a bother if we need to go over it again—“

Arthur picks up a pillow and smacks Merlin on the arm, which makes him laugh, yes, but more importantly it makes him let go of the coin purse he’s holding behind his back. It hits the floor with a clunk. They both look at it. Merlin scrabbles over the bed but Arthur’s faster and snatches it up.

“Hey! Give that back!”

He fends Merlin off with one hand, peeking inside. It’s hardly anything, really. “What is this, your tavern fund?”

“Give it back.”

”Is there something you’re saving up for? A pretty new tunic, perhaps, or one of those reck scarves you’re always wearing?”

“Arthur—“

“Or is this what you’re doing with—“

Whatever he was going to say is knocked out of him when Merlin slams into his side, hard enough to send him stumbling into the wall. His mouth opens in a wordless yell, righting himself and preparing to chew Merlin out because that could’ve hurt, you idiot, what were you thinking—

—and stops when he sees Merlin glaring at him.

Not the play-scowling they do when they’re bantering back and forth, but actually glowering at him like he’s made him angry. It’s enough to throw him off long enough for Merlin to shove the pouch into his pocket and storm past him, mumbling something about how they’re late for things already. He’s left there, staring at the painfully thin mattress with the moth-eaten blankets.

That was…strange.

He gives himself a shake. Merlin got like that about things sometimes, it’s probably not anything to worry about.

***

It’s definitely something to worry about.

Merlin’s never so much as breathed a word about what happened in his room that morning, which is concerning in and of itself. Merlin never hesitates to throw their previous arguments back in Arthur’s face if he thinks it’s deserved—and Arthur will be gracious and humble enough to say it is, most of the time—but he won’t even mention it. He doesn’t bring it up even if Arthur gives him the opportunity, he won’t even acknowledge what happened. And every time Arthur tries to talk about coin, or Merlin’s family, or anything that could be even remotely related, Merlin clams up faster than Gwaine when they say there’s no more ale left.

So, Arthur does what any concerned King would do, and snoops.

Gaius won’t say a word about it, and not in the way he normally does where he says he doesn’t know anything but secretly does. No, instead Gaius gets oddly stern with him. At least, as stern as he ever outwardly gets when he’s talking to Arthur. It’s that strange disappointed-not-quite-angry voice that just makes Arthur feel like he’s a boy again. He tries to sneak in there once when Merlin and Gaius are out collecting pots and nearly gets caught by a patrolling guard and decides that no, he won’t be doing that again.

It has nothing to do with the fact that Merlin and Gaius came back to a cauldron with some sort of potion in it spilled all across the floor. Absolutely not.

Then he goes to ask Gwen. Gwen and Merlin talk about things. Maybe Merlin has talked to Gwen about…whatever that pouch was. But Gwen looks at him with a frown and says that she doesn’t know.

“I’ve never seen him with a pouch like that before. Are you sure it was his? Not someone else’s?”

“He nearly tackled me into the wall over it, that doesn’t sound like something he’d do if it wasn’t his.”

Gwen snorts. “He what?”

“Didn’t work, obviously, he’s not strong enough.”

“Of course not, My King.”

Still, he can hear her snickering as he turns to go.

As a last resort, he turns to the knights.

“I don’t know what that could be,” Elyan says as they take care of their armor after a long day of training, “it’s not like Merlin’s known for hoarding great treasures, he’s not a dragon.”

“Maybe it’s just something of his he wants to keep secret?” Lancelot hangs the training sword back on the wall. “We can hardly begrudge a man his privacy.”

“It was just a small amount of coin. Barely more than a month’s pay.”

“Perhaps he’s sending it to his mother?”

‘“I’ve asked if it’s that, he didn’t answer.”

“Maybe he’s saving it.” They all turn to look at Gwaine. “What?”

”He’s been working here for years, and he’s saved not even a month’s pay?”

“Well, if he’s spending his days in the tavern,” Arthur grumbles and Gwaine laughs. “Are you the one encouraging him then?”

Gwaine laughs again, like Arthur’s made a joke, but when he sees Arthur’s expression, his face falls.

“What?”

“Nothing, nothing.”

If Gwaine is hiding something, then this is far bigger than Arthur thought.

He does not follow Gwaine that night, because he is a King and kings do not spy on their knights, but if he happens to be outside Gaius’s chambers that evening when Gwaine and Merlin are also there, then that’s just a coincidence. A very lucky coincidence.

“Arthur told us something after training, you know,” he hears Gwaine say through the cracked door.

A thunk as Merlin sets down something heavy. “What, that he needs his armor polished until you can all see his face in it?”

“That he found you in your room with a pouch of coin.”

The room goes so silent that Arthur starts to fret they’ve vanished into thin air. He holds his breath.

“That’s all he said?”

He winces at how cold Merlin sounds.

“That and he thought you were spending all your money at the tavern.” Merlin laughs at that. It’s a humorless thing. “He doesn’t know, then?”

Know what?

”No,” Merlin says lowly, “he doesn’t. Did you—“

“No one told him,” Gwaine says firmly and Arthur moves as close to the door as he dares, “he thinks I’m the one dragging you there every day.”

Merlin’s sigh of relief is palpable. “Good. That’s alright, then.”

There’s another moment of silence. Then Gwaine shifts and his mail rasps against the table.

“Was it to send to your mother, then? That coin?”

Merlin huffs. “No. That’s all I’ve got.”

“All you’ve got? But Arthur said it was less than a month’s pay, how—“

“A month? What, for him, maybe. That’s all I’ve ever gotten.”

Arthur blinks. And blinks. And blinks again. That can’t be right.

Gwaine seems to agree. “You—aren’t you being paid more because you’re Princess’s manservant?”

“News to me if that’s true.”

Arthur’s heard enough. He moves quickly and quietly back through the halls, sitting down at his desk and folding his hands. The candle snaps and crackles as he stares unseeing into the shadows of his room.

Two things. First, Merlin is not being paid what he should be, clearly. He needs to go and have a word with the steward, find out exactly what Merlin is being paid, how often, and how much he is owed in lost wages.

Second, Merlin is hiding something. Something that at least Gwaine knows, if not the rest of the knights. And it has something to do with the fact that Merlin is not, in fact, at the tavern nearly as much as Arthur thinks he is, if at all.

Sleep comes fitfully that night.

***

”If you glare at that parchment anymore, sire, you’re liable to burn a hole through it.”

Arthur doesn’t care. He’ll set fire to this whole office if he damn well pleases. Especially this rude, blasphemous, audacious piece of paper.

“How did this happen,” he snarls with enough venom to make the steward and even Leon shuffle, “did we not increase all servants to a minimum payment after my coronation?”

“We did, sire.”

“Then explain this.”

“Merlin was not chosen by you initially,” the steward says, voice remarkably even as Arthur glares at him, “he was appointed by your late father.”

“So?”

“So,” Leon continues, “the King’s appointments exist outside the normal agreements for servants. They have their own terms and conditions, including modified pay rates.”

”Show me.”

The steward gets up and goes to a chest of drawers, opening one and rifling through it. He produces a single sheaf of paper and carries it back over to the desk, adjusting his glasses.

“Here, sire, if you would?”

Arthur does not snatch it, because he is a King and kings do not snatch, and the paper was certainly already torn when it found its way into his grip.

Not for the first time, he wishes his father were somewhere he could talk to him, so he could shout about the man’s hypocrisy for serving the people when he would give them a barely-livable wage and call it fair.

“What is a King’s manservant supposed to be paid?” The steward slides another sheet of paper towards him. “Good. Change it to that right now.”

“Right away, sire.”

“And give him what he should’ve been paid before.”

“How much?”

“As much as he’s owed,” Arthur growls.

“We would only be able to excuse that if we went back as far as your coronation, which would be—“

”Fine, fine. Whatever makes it so you give the man what he’s owed.”

The steward looks far too pleased to carry out the order, which just gives Arthur more motivation to shout at Uther, but he pushes that down because he is a King, now, and kings do not scream at people who do not deserve it, if they scream at all.

“Will there be anything else, sire?”

“Not at this time. Thank you.”

”My pleasure, sire, as always.”

Arthur nods and turns to leave, striding down the hall with Leon at his side. The man is as inscrutable as always, not offering any condemnation or encouragement as Arthur mutters to himself.

“Didn’t so much as say anything, idiot, barely a livable wage for someone in the poorest part of the city, honestly…”

Leon doesn’t say a word until they reach Arthur’s chambers. “If I might?”

“Please, old friend, come in.” Arthur all but collapses into a chair and buries his face in his hands. “I don’t—why didn’t he tell me?”

”Merlin is a private person. It’s likely he preferred not to discuss such things, especially with you.”

Arthur peeks out between his fingers. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Aside from the fact that you’re his employer, the two of you don’t exactly have the…typical relationship between a king and his servant.”

Arthur huffs. “Which is why I thought he’d tell me.”

“Perhaps.”

“I know that tone of voice, or perhaps what?”

“Or perhaps Merlin didn’t know that something was amiss.”

Now Arthur does sit up, frowning. “What do you mean?”

“As the steward said: you did not choose Merlin upon his original appointment. He saved your life and the then King had him assigned to you. He was not trained to be a servant, much less the Crown Prince’s manservant. I seem to remember many complaints when he was first starting?”

“But that’s—but he did get training.”

“Only after he began working for you, and only from other servants who were not experienced with being your servant. The exception to this would be Gwen, but—“

“But I’m not Morgana.”

“Quite.”

Arthur slumps against the back of his chair. The worst part is that it makes a disturbing amount of sense: Merlin fought against him on how he was treated, how Arthur treated most servants, but not about the coin. Because he knew that people deserved to be treated better than that, but he didn’t know anything about how servants were supposed to be paid. And how could he? He wasn’t a servant—he came from a relatively poor village, how could he know? And so when he was asked by the steward originally—and probably with Uther ushering the process along as quickly as possible, he hadn’t known that he could ask for a better wage.

“Damn,” he mutters. Leon hums. “Damn.”

“You have a council meeting in a few hours, sire. The new allocation of funds is likely to be discussed.”

“Wonderful.” Leon chuckles at his tone. “Will you be there?”

“Of course, sire.”

As he goes, Arthur moves to his desk and starts writing out some of the formalities that the steward will need to add to the record. It’s mindless enough work that he starts to wonder about that other half of things. His gaze finds the door where Leon had just vanished.

Did Leon know?

It was almost a certainty. If there was one person Arthur could rely on to know almost everything that happened in Camelot, it was Leon. Something about the man’s quiet nature made him the ideal confidant, not just for the upper echelons but the lower as well. He swears Leon could put together a list of everything he had ever been told in confidence and it would run the length of the city.

So Leon knew, most likely. And with that came the conclusion that Arthur would never, ever be able to get it out of him.

Gwaine was probably the easier bet, but Gwaine isn’t about to come to this council meeting.

With that in mind, he quickly finishes the paperwork and sets it aside before Merlin comes sweeping in to make sure he’s ready. They manage to get there early, for once, and take their places before the rest of the lords come in to talk about whatever it is the lords believe is worth discussing.

“And as the last thing,” the steward says as the meeting winds to a close, “is the budget allocation for this next period.”

“I expect everything is the same?”

“With the exception of the compensation fund we discussed earlier, yes, sire, all the same.”

Arthur nods and moves to close the meeting when one of the lords speaks up.

“Pardon the interruption, sire, but…what compensation fund?”

“It has come to my attention that someone in the castle has not been paid what they are due, and so we are compensating them for their lost wages.”

Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Merlin look at him.

“But surely that is not a sum worthy of factoring into the crown’s budget, so…” The lord trails off as he catches sight of said sum over the steward’s shoulder. He stands up with a horrid screech. “Have you gone mad?”

“Your tongue, my lord,” Leon says lowly, stepping forward, “you will address your king with respect.”

“I’ll address him with respect when he’s not spending a mountain of coin on a single person!” The lord tries to snatch the paper but the steward holds firm. “What is the meaning of this?”

“They were not paid the proper amount for several years,” Arthur says calmly, “we are rectifying this.”

“But this—this—this would put the crown in debt!”

“And any proceedings from a legal standpoint would as well. Or would you rather the crown be taken to a formal trial and then forced to pay owed wages?”

Leon steps up to contain the lord’s fury, but Arthur couldn’t care less. Not when Merlin is looking at him with his mouth open and something suspiciously shiny about his eyes.

He risks only a glance at him before he stands and brings the meeting to a close.

***

”That was good of you,” Gwaine says, quiet enough that it’s hidden under the clang and clash of swords on the training field, “making up his pay like that.”

“It’s what he’s owed.”

”Still.” He wipes his blade with a rag. “Never seen a King stick his neck out like that for a servant.”

“It’s Merlin.”

“That it is.” Their shoulders bump. “Still. Good one, mate.”

Arthur just nods. Merlin is across the field, tending to a table of armor that needs to be repaired. He sees Lancelot, Elyan, and Percival each go up to him in turn, talking to him or ruffling his hair. Even Leon glances over from where he’s supervising a group of younger knights and gifts him with a softer smile.

“He looks happier.”

“He does,” Gwaine agrees, stretching out next to him, “he’s sleeping better too.”

Arthur whips around. “How would you know how he’s sleeping?”

“Whoa, easy, Princess,” Gwaine laughs, “not like that. He’s finally bought himself a proper mattress, that’s all. Heard him talking about it with Gaius this morning.”

“Oh.”

Gwaine chuckles. “Don’t worry, none of us would dare.”

“You’d better not.”

“Oh, I like myself intact, thank you very much.” He sniffs. “Not that you’d actually manage to do that much damage.”

“Keep telling yourself that.”

Gwaine shoves him lightly and they both laugh. It trails off and they go back to watching the men train. At least, ostensibly they’re watching the men train. Really they’re both watching Merlin.

”I wish he’d told me,” Arthur says, almost too quiet to hear. He knows Gwaine does by the way he hums.

They look at each other. Arthur searches his expression for a long moment. Gwaine’s eyebrow twitches.

Tell me, he pleads silently, please, tell me.

Gwaine doesn’t say a word.

With a sigh, Arthur looks back at Merlin. Their eyes meet across the field. Merlin’s brow twitches in a silent you alright? Arthur nods. Merlin grins.

With a grunt, he heaves himself to his feet, readying his sword to go and relieve Percival from his bout with Lancelot, when Gwaine catches his arm.

“Arthur.”

“Yes?”

“Next time you and Merlin go on a hunt, don’t kill anything.”

He frowns, a thousand questions building up on the tip of his tongue, but he nods. Gwaine nods back and loudly goes to make a nuisance of himself.

“Sire,” Elyan says as he approaches, “is everything alright?”

“Fine, fine. Shall we?”

“Ready when you are.”

***

“I still don’t understand why you insist on these hunts,” Merlin grumbles as he shoves something else into a pack, “it’s not like we don’t have food in the castle.”

“Maybe it’s not about the food, Merlin.”

“Oh, so you just want to go kill something. Should’ve guessed.”

He cuffs him lightly upside the head. “Just get the horses ready.”

Merlin grumbles something unflattering about Arthur’s resemblance to his horse as he goes. Gwaine’s words turn over and over in his mind as he packs up the crossbow. He truly isn’t planning on killing anything, but the woods aren’t exactly free of dangers. At the very least, if there are bandits that decide to attack them.

Merlin can say all he wants about not enjoying hunts, but he can’t hide the way his shoulders slump when they leave the walls of the city. He has that terribly earnest and whimsical look on his face as they make it into the woods, the breeze ruffling his hair and the birds calling out from the trees. Arthur has to remind himself to look where his horse is going and not just stare at Merlin the entire time, but Merlin’s not exactly looking at him either, so he can get away with it.

He may have claimed this was a hunt, but Merlin hasn’t seemed to notice that they’re not hunting anything. They pass more than a few obvious deer tracks that Arthur completely ignores and any smaller game like rabbit scatter well before Arthur could so much as reach for the crossbow. Instead, Merlin is in a little world of his own, marveling at the forest like it’s the most splendid thing he’s ever seen.

Arthur supposes he can’t talk, that’s how he’s looking at Merlin.

Eventually, he calls for a break near the river. Merlin just hums and gets off the horse, taking the bit from its mouth so it can graze, and loosening the saddle’s girth. Arthur sets the pack on the ground and rifles through it for their water skins.

“I’m going to fill these up, set up the rest of camp.”

“But we haven’t caught anything yet.”

“No harm in taking a rest, is there? Though if you want to keep going—“

“No, no, rest is good.”

Arthur chuckles as he heads off through the trees, listening to Merlin bustle about behind him. He manages to get down to the river in a few short minutes, holding the water skins under a small waterfall to fill them.

”Hey,” he mutters to himself, “so I’m glad we sorted out the thing with your pay, but now apparently there’s something else I don’t know about. What is it?”

Yeah, like that would work.

“The knights know something about you and I’m worried it’s similar. What is it?”

Also not likely to work.

“I’m worried about you and also quite hopelessly in love. Help.” He scoffs at himself. “I’d have better luck telling my father I want to court a servant.”

He mutters half a dozen more to himself, each worse than the last, before he realizes the sun is going down and he’s been ‘getting water’ for far too long. He drags his feet through the brush as he goes back, still muttering, when he hears something from the direction of their camp. Instinctively, he crouches and reaches for the dagger on his hip.

He peers around a tree and—

Oh.

Oh, no.

Merlin is sitting in the middle of camp with golden tendrils of magic—it must be magic, it couldn’t possibly be anything else—creating a suspended web of leaves and flowers in a sphere around himself. Butterflies flit around him like he’s some forest nymph. His fingers move and twirl through the air and it responds to him like a living thing. Arthur is speechless.

Merlin has magic.

Merlin had magic.

And it’s beautiful and incredible and so very Merlin and Arthur is done for.

Just as he’s coming to the conclusion of how irrevocably bollocked he is, Merlin turns and sees him.

The yelp he makes is heartbreaking and all the things crash down around him as he scrabbles away. But he goes too fast and ends up flat on his back, staring at Arthur with his eyes so wide he can see the whites all the way around. Arthur quickly decides that this is unacceptable and Merlin is never allowed to be scared like this, and so he raises his hands in a gesture of surrender.

Merlin doesn’t move.

Slowly, so slowly, Arthur starts to make his way across the clearing. Merlin flinches and bites his lip to stifle his whimpers whenever Arthur accidentally snaps a twig or crushes a leaf. It takes an age and Arthur’s shoulders ache by the time he makes it, but then he’s standing over Merlin and he reaches out a hand.

Merlin takes it. He can feel it tremble.

Carefully, he pulls Merlin to his feet. The poor thing still looks so scared and Arthur wracks his brain for something, anything he could say to make this better, let Merlin know he would never, that it’s all going to be alright…

But he’s never been particularly good with words.

Actions, on the other hand…

Telegraphing his movements so Merlin can stop him, he cups the side of Merlin’s face, feeling his jaw tremble. With a courage he does not feel, he leans in.

Merlin makes a surprised noise when he kisses him, but slowly, slowly, he kisses back.

Camelot could go to war, bandits could ambush them, Uther himself could stride into the clearing and Arthur would tell him to wait.

They break apart but dare not separate, still breathing the same air. Arthur swallows heavily and pulls Merlin closer.

“I’m going to legalize magic.”

Merlin’s breath stutters against his cheek. “You’re—you what?”

“I’m going to legalize magic.”

“So…you’re not going to kill me?”

“No. Never.” He tangles his fingers in Merlin’s hair. “I would sooner throw myself on the sword.”

Merlin huffs a strangled laugh. “Will you kiss me again?”

Arthur doesn’t hesitate.

Gwaine is never going to let him live this down. But he’s the King, so it doesn’t matter.

#bbc merlin #merlin bbc #merlin #dragonbabbles #fic

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l3viat8an · 6 months

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I dunno if Tumblr auto-closes anons after a limit or something, or if you do, since yesterday I'd tried to send a second thing soon after the first but it flatout refused to send for some reason? & When I reloaded your asks were closed even tho I thought you were offline- ANYWAY I'm still newish to Tumblr / not on that often so I have no clue 😓

Anyways to the ask thing 〜(꒪꒳꒪)〜

So imagine if MC reads manga a lot, but like. Digitally. So when they find silly frames they'll sometimes just randomly send one to one of the brothers with no explanation (Levi gets ALL the silly / low quality / "wtf is that expression lmaooo" panels/snippets bc ✨manga frennnnsss✨ & the other brothers would mainly get frames that remind MC of them)

(to mammon)

"us fr

(affectionately, we are both silly little fools and we amplify our foolery by existing)

ANYWAY

Also

Imagine MC rambling to Levi about the mangas they're reading & like. If they're talking in person then Levi & MC just keep cutting eachother off/interrupting bc ":0 that reminds me of (other manga)" & we're just buzzing w/ energy bc WOOO shared interests & only we can actually understand eachother /hj

If they're talking over text then MC & Lev just have like 4 different conversations at once bc of the similarities/mental brain connections lead to more mental brain connections and

You CANNOT tell me that if MC mentioned the manga(s) they're reading to Levi, Levi would not ask or be curious or start rambling about his own mangas

So anyway Levi would probably also send MC silly manga panels & they just end up w/ multiple conversations happening at once bc of it (I have legitimately held 3 different conversations with one person at the same time over text bc of mental connections to other things)

I think Levi has like. Actual paper mangas tho so he'd probably find the manga he's reading online to take a screenshot of the silly panel, OR would just take a picture of the manga itself lol

It’s more like my ask box hates me 💀 apparently it just isn’t there sometimes- there isn’t a limit or anything I know of.

I collect manga and read online a LOT so I have sooo many low quality / silly panels it’s ridiculous helsphsks sending Levi any goofy/silly panels and he just sends you back one he found earlier and was waiting to share lolol

Jsjsjsj that is absolutely MC and Mammon tho- two total fools!!!-

Any manga / ‘this is us’ stuff you send to Lucifer and he just replies with ‘If you say so.’ even tho he’s smiling like a fool all alone in his office-

lil off topic but Satan would send back ‘this is us’ and cuddling / sweet / goofy cat pics!!!

Levi and MC matching energy and having five different conversations in one anytime they talk about their special interests because it’s just so exciting, because someone finally gets it!!! Going back and forth about 8 different manga / animes at once because of the ‘oh! I just remembered (related thing)!!!’

#ajshahsh this is mostly about Levi ‘n I’m just rambling jshsjsj #but it’s also something I would absolutely do lolol #mail!#ro rambles

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cas-skz · 1 year

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ARCADE

Kim Seungmin x Han Jisung x Fem!Reader

A friends birthday party takes a hot turn, and by the end of the night. Your two best friends become more then just that.

18+!!!plz&thnx MDNI

Warnings: Slight public sex, unprotected sex, oral (m&m) cum swallowing, accidental creampie

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

Writers note: If this fic was pizza and the smut was chilli flakes, I accidentally poured the whole bag on. THANK YOU ANON FOR THE REQUEST!!! I had fun with this one & hope you enjoy!

cas xx

“Seungie! You’re here!” You exclaim, skipping across the arcade floor to jump into his arms. He spun you in a circle, giving you a tight squeeze before putting you back on your feet.

“Miss me?” He asked, tucking his hands back into his hoodie pockets.

“Not even a little bit.” You tease, nudging him with your hip.

You grabbed his hand and dragged him over to your group of friends, taking your spot next to Han. Seungmin sat on his lap.

You shook your head laughing, “My cute boys.”

Han and Seungmin had been your two best friends for a few years and the three of you had grown extremely close. You never wanted to admit it, but you had major crushes on both of them.

Jeongin’s birthday party was a lot more fun than you expected. Drinks and free roam of an arcade; with prizes included when you exchange your tickets. It was epic.

“3…2…1…shot!” Chan cheered, the group all downing a shot of tequila. You groaned at the burn, stealing the lime from between Seungmin’s lips and quickly sucking the juice from it. “Hey!” He protested.

“You know you can handle tequila better than me.” You laughed, offering him the lime back.

Seungmin smirked, taking the lime and finishing it off. “Now it’s like we kissed.”

You rolled you eyes jokingly, patting him on the chest. “You wish.” You teased.

Han gently took your hand into his, motioning for you to follow him. He pulled you into the photo booth in the back of the arcade, “I’ve always wanted to do this with you.” He grinned, pressing the options on the screen and paying for the photos.

The first few flashes you both did some silly poses and cute faces. You stopped and looked over at Han, your heart beating fast as his eyes caught yours. His lips had almost reached yours when Seungmin’s voice interrupted.

“Hey- can I talk to you?” He asked, poking his head inside and giving Han an apologetic wave.

“I was actually just going to to uh- say something.” Han stuttered over his words and Seungmin stepped into the booth, sandwiching you between the two.

“I know this is sudden, but I have feelings for you. Like actual, I think I’m falling”

Han cut him off, taking your hand into his. “I’m in love with you.”

You felt your heart skip a beat, your eyes darting between the two boys.

Seungmin took your other hand, a soft laugh escaping his lips. “I guess he beat me to it.” He said awkwardly, his thumb brushing the back of your hand. “But, yeah. I’m in love with you too.”

“I said it first.” Han teased Seungmin, who simply smiled and rolled his eyes. You were surprised they were fighting, but it came as a huge relief.

“I don’t know what to say really…” You said shyly, the smile on your face refusing to go away. “I feel the same way, about both of you. I didn’t think I could be in love with two people at once, but…here we are,”

Your eyes went to Seungmin first, moving back and forth between his lips. He scooted closer, his hand leaving yours to cup your face before kissing you deeply.

Han’s hand also left yours, gently gripping your waist as his lips found the back of your neck opposite of Seungmin’s head tilt.

You couldn’t hold back a moan, a chill vibrating through your body. You moved your lips to Han’s, kissing him hungrily.

Both sets of hands found their way between your legs, sneaking up your skirt, Seungmin’s touch a little more firm than Han’s. You gasped a moan at the feeling of Han’s fingers on your fabricated clit, Seungmin’s had snuck underneath, teasing a finger at your twitching hole.

You opened your legs for them, giving them both more access to your pussy. Your lips switched to Seungmin’s, moaning into his lips as he dipped a finger in your hole, slowly moving it back and forth.

Han’s fingers slowly pushed the fabric of your panties aside, gently rubbing your clit, adding different motions.

You cursed a moan as Seungmin added another finger to your hole, pumping a little faster. “They’re so tight and wet for us Han.” Seungmin smirked, slowly pulling out.

Han’s fingers replaced his, feeling a little thicker inside you. Seungmin’s fingers moved to your clit, rubbing it rapidly.

Your breathe started to get shaky, moans turning into whimpers as you started to peak. “I’m cumming…” you say quietly, your walls clenching tightly around Han’s fingers.

You shook a few after shocks as they both pulled their fingers away, bringing them to your lips. You sucked on each one of their fingers, eyes locked with theirs as you did.

“So, do you like the idea of both of us being your boyfriend?” Han asked, helping you readjust your skirt as he grabbed the photos, which had thankfully stopped when Seungmin came in.

You stepped back out in the the arcade, seeing that the crowd had thankfully stayed near the bar. “I think,” you started, leaning up and bringing their heads together, “I could get very, very used to this.” You whispered in their ears.

The three of you excused yourselves from the party, saying your goodbyes to everyone. Changbin decided to be the designated driver for the night, so getting home was easy.

You had barely gotten in the door of your apartment when both sets of hand were on you, helping you undress. Your lips were on Seungmin’s, roughly kissing as you tugged his shirt off, backing him into the nearest wall.

Han snuck up behind you, his hard cock pressing into your bare ass. You snuck a hand around your back, wrapping it around his cock and slowly jerking upwards. Your hand slid down Seungmin’s body, yanking his already undone pants down.

A moan escaped Seungmin’s lips as you freed his cock, your hand immediately pumping it. You pulled your lips from Seungmin’s, turning with your body against his as your lips found Han’s, roughly kissing him.

Seungmin leaned you forward a bit, backing Han into the opposite wall. He spread your legs a bit, the tip of his cock running between your folds before slowly pushing inside. Your lips left Han’s as a shaky moan escaped, eyes closing tightly as his thrusts stretched you out.

“So so pretty.” Han cooed, his hands running down your arms as you held onto him for balance. You leaned down a bit, cursing as you felt Seungmin’s cock push deeper in you.

Your nails dug into Han’s waist as you took his length in your mouth, swirling your tongue around before started to bob your head. Your walls started to clench around Seungmin’s length, your peak hitting faster than expected.

When Seungmin’s thrusts didn’t let up, your mouth fell from Han’s cock, drool spilling out as you started to scream in pleasure. You felt your twitching pussy empty as Han spun you around, you instantly fell to your knees as Seungmin pumped his cock.

You replaced his hand pumping quickly as you brought your mouth to the tip, sucking at it gently as your eyes flicked up to him. His cock started to twitch almost immediately, his hot cum shooting on your tongue. You happily swallowed, bobbing your head a few times before pulling off, smirking at him as you cleaned the corners of your lips.

You turned your attention to Han, who has been watching you carefully as you finished Seungmin off. You smirked, titling your head slightly, “Did you like what you saw Hannie?” You ask, your fingers walking up his chest to his neck, “Do you want me to make you cum too?”

Han swooped you up from under your legs, a small squeal escaping your lips. “Seungmin, mind if I steal her for a minute?”

Seungmin nodded, yawning as he picked up the scattered clothes. “I’m gonna shower, I’ll meet you in bed?” You nodded and Han started to walk before you stopped him. You opened your arms and wiggled your fingers for Seungmin to come to you, cupping his face before you kissed him deeply a few times.

Han laid you gently on the bed, his lips on your neck immediately. You moan quietly, watching as he trailed kisses down your body, wrapping his arms between your legs as his head dipped in between. He kissed and bit at your thighs, leaving small bruises.

His lips found your clit, placing a few kisses before his tongue flattened and started to flick slowly, a few sucks being added. Your hand balled in his hair, moaning his name as your hips started to buck. His arms held you down, a hot laugh escaping his lips as he didn’t let up on his tongue motions.

You body shook as you hit another peak, your hand dropping from his hair to grip the sheets. Han’s eyes met with yours as your hips slowly rolled against his mouth, small whimpers escaping your lips. He climbed back up your body, kissing you deeply. “You taste so good princess.”

You moaned happily against his lips, sucking on his bottom lip as you pulled away. You repositioned, now straddling Han. You ran your hands down his chest, admiring his firm chest and abs. His hand held his cock in place as you slowly sat down, feeling your walls tighten around his thick mass.

When he moved his hands to your hip, you grabbed them both, pinning them above his head as your hips started to roll.

You could feel how dizzy your head was getting, the sound of moans and curses blurring into one. Han’s mouth found your nipple, sucking at it gently as your hips picked up speed. Your body started to twitch, fingers intertwining with Han’s.

His cock started to firm inside you, pushing you over the edge. You let your body fall on his, cursing loudly as his arms wrapped around you and he took over the fast thrusts.

“I need to cum baby…” Han breathed in your ear, his continuing to move.

Overstimulation was something new to you, but riding the high was so intense and good, you didn’t want to stop.

Your hand gripped at Han’s neck as you buried you face in his chest, tears slowly falling as you repeated his name. You felt his hips stop as his cock started to twitch, shooting a stream of cum inside you before he managed to pull out.

His cock slid to his stomach, pumping out the rest of his release as you tried to catch your breath.

Exhaustion finally hit as you fell on the bed next to Han, who took your hand and gave it a few kisses.

“You guys are really loud.” Seungmin laughed as he walked in the room, placing a few kisses on your head. “I ran a bath for you, but I’m sleepy.” He leaned down beside the bed, brushing a few strands of hair from your face. “Hannie will take care of you for the night, okay?”

You nod sleepily, pursing your lips for a kiss. “Good night Seungie, I love you.” You whisper after giving him a gentle kiss.

“I love you too beautiful.”

Han had swooped you up bridal style and started towards the bathroom. You laid your head on his shoulder, smiling softly. “And I love you, my Hannie.”

Han placed a long deep kiss on your forehead. “I love you too.”

You sunk down into the warm bath, Han sat next to the tub, washing your body and hair. You had dozed off at some point, but woke up cozied in bed, snuggled up to Seungmin with Han spooning you.

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jackhues · 1 year

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toxic - jack hughes

request: what about some angst with jack

requested by: anon : )

notes: i'm not usually a big fan of writing angst, but i kinda love how this turned out, tbh. thanks for requesting <3

tags: @woodruff-edwards , @austinbutlerscaresme , @zegras2crosby , @l0veforhugh3s <3 || join my taglist!

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you watched the video over and over, some stupid part of you hoping it would change.

it didn’t.

every time the video played, it showed jack laughing as some pretty girl danced against him at a bar. the video continued, skipping to pictures of the two of them making out and even leaving together.

you hated this.

you’d known jack since you two were kids. you’d always had a crush on him, and some part of you still wanted to keep that alive. at the start of your relationship, it was like you were in paradise. he’d do all these little things that made you feel so wanted, so loved.

and then he kissed another girl.

he apologized, and you let him back in your life.

the second time he did it, he tried to defend himself. he said if you’d been enough, he wouldn’t have gone searching.

you believed him, believed the problem was you. you let him back in, and repeated the cycle.

you didn’t even remember how many times you two had been on and off by this point. sometimes you were together, and sometimes you weren’t. you felt like a joke to him.

you weren’t watching the video anymore, but it was still playing on a loop. the door creaked open, footsteps making their way into the house. you already knew how this was going to go.

“hi baby, what are you watch - oh,” jack muttered, seeing the video on your phone.

you waited, wondering if he was going to even try and defend himself this time.

“no half-assed explanation this time?” you asked. your voice felt hollow - you felt hollow.

“i don’t know what you want me to say,” jack answered, speaking as if he wasn’t the one caught on video kissing someone else. “clearly, you’re not going to believe me.”

“jack, there’s a freaking video!” you were starting to get angry. which felt good, because you couldn’t remember the last time you felt anything. “the entire world has seen this! you look pretty fucking happy in it!”

“maybe i was,” he scowled. “maybe i was happier in the video than i ever was with you.”

you took a deep breath, surprised that his words didn’t hurt as much as they used to. you’d gone through this so many times, you were numb.

“i’m tired,” you sighed. “jack, i’m just so tired.”

“so am i,” he answered. “let’s go to sleep, and we can talk about it in the morning if you still want.”

“not that kind of tired,” you told him, moving your arm out of the way as he reached for it.

“what do you mean?”

“i’m tired of this,” you told him, motioning between the two of you. “the back and forth, on and off, feeling like i’m useless! i can’t keep doing this anymore, because it’s fucking killing me. jack, this is actually killing me!”

“so your feelings are the only one that matter in this relationship?” he scoffed. “what i feel, none of that matters, does it? you’re not done with the relationship, we both know that.” he leaned closer, “you can run away, but you have to admit it, we’re made for each other. why else do you keep coming back?”

“no jack,” you shook your head. “i couldn’t see it before. i saw you with rose coloured glasses. i ignored everything wrong with you, but i’m done. i’m not doing this anymore, i physically can’t.”

you walked past jack, grabbing your phone and keys. you’d get your brother or someone else to stop by for your stuff. you couldn’t be around him any longer.

“and jack,” you stopped by the door, only a little surprised to find him frozen where he stood. “we’re not made for each other, we’re toxic.”

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imaginespazzi · 1 month

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Ok bestie, anon who followed up on Amoore reporting back as requested ha. I should say we are on a similar page, her & Kitley are very tough to get a read on. And a lot of the online chatter agrees its hard to judge and goes back and forth on whether theres something more going on. For those interested, I suggest watching their youtube ch series for a general sense of them interacting. Entertaining and light vids, not overly long. Really just little things between them here & there that add up. And of course a person can review their socials..

Now onto the tea I came across online. Imperfectly summarized the best I can below. (Allow me to stipulate that I have no way of verifying any of this, so please understand Im not at all sharing any of this to be presented as true or false. Take it as simply passing along the posting of others for conversations sake here in a safe space. Comments/feedback/corrections welcome)

Its described as on/off thing, first beginning summer 2020. A VT insider says people are aware that Amoore hasnt been committed, to put it delicately/nicely. Leading most recently to a break of sorts last Dec-mid Jan. (Added pretty sure they are together rn though. And another person did point out if Liz was getting cheated on why would Georgia seem to maintain a good relationship with the Kitley family, which is a fair Q to pose). But notably, a strangely long break in their podcast took place over that period and for the first time in 3 years they didn’t spend XMas together or hang around each other over the holiday and when podcast recording returned they just said “we had Xmas” and didn’t talk about it. It was also pointed out that sometime in winter, Liz had tickets to see an NHL game and went w Cayla King despite her and Georgia talking about how they wanted to go together before. Only sus bc it happened to coincide w the time where Georgia was speculated to have gotten close to Kate Martin. Then suddenly they K & G werent interacting anymore and L & G seem back to being “besties”.

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Liz’s "2020 love playlist"… apparently someone has screenshots that it used to be titled Georgia. Includes some fav bands/songs of Amoores. And a tune called Australia Street lol. Lots of love songs predictably, but some breakup songs were added to it at one point (the comment seems to insinuate during the time they were going through issues)

They're friends with a married lesbian couple (Youtubers/influencers? The Bellaires) who they once visited alone.

Also, fyi, Kate Martin is apparently recently back w her last ex, whoever that is - per talk re social media activity

You're my new favorite person omg because this is my kinda tea fr! Can y'all tell I love some good gossip?

I'm ngl, I was never the most invested in V-Tech or the girls on the team, so I don't really follow them. And I was pretty convinced Liz was straight so I just assumed her and Georgia really were just really close besties.

But this checks out with what I've heard/read too, that they were in that "undefined" kinda place, mainly because of Georgia and eventually Liz got tired of it. I definitely didn't know about the Christmas or the NHL stuff but that makes sense. Also from what I heard, they were probably done for good now with Liz going to the draft? But still being together also makes sense. I'm so invested in this now omg.

#ask #this is my new roman empire omg like bestie if you find more details come share

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How would Chop Top be as a father figure toward a teenage girl? Feel like he would kinda be a cool dad. Like maybe he found the girl after they killed her parents and he wanted to keep her because he kinda saw himself in her.

hmm this is actually a rlly good concept ty anon

« chop becoming a father figure to a teenage victim »

no pairings, entirely platonic (though mentioned sticks/peyton/chop), fluff, lowercase intended

it started when him and nubbins went to whack a couple who got a bit too close to drayton’s chili recipe

ask too many questions and you get slaughtered, easy job

but when they went in there and did their usual deed

you know, decapitating a couple and dragging their entrails all over the floor

they eventually come to find her.

they were entirely unaware that a child was present, somehow her ears managed to ignore the curdling screams of her parents.

maybe it was on purpose

who knows?

nubbins opts to just kill her, saying that her face would be pretty on bubba

but chop for some reason hesitates to agree

there’s something about that twinkle in her eye

it reminds him of someone

oh yea

him

there was something about her eyes and her jet black hair that reminded him far too much of himself

and why would he kill himself?

he just slapped her shoulder and looked at nubbins

“i-i think we can keep this one!”

“bu-but what about c-cook?”

“…”

“extra pair o’ hands.”

so they (stupidly) set off into the night with two corpses and a teenage girl who’s still in shock

by the time they’d reached what they called their home, the girl finally came out of it

she was obviously trembling and on the verge of tears

but chop would never let that stand!

he brought her to his room and played music, being dumb enough to leave her in there alone while he fought with drayton over it

by the time it ended and he went back, she did try to stab him with a bone

unfortunately, it stabbed his arm and he just kinda stared at it

“well that’s.. not good.”

got patched up and just decided it was fine??

he just went and info-dumped about music and the war and napalm

at least she got some insight onto why he was so.. him.

there was something comforting about how he rambled, it felt like.. home? oddly enough

eventually she learned to adapt and stay in this disgusting house

although she had some qualms about the food, a good broom whack to the head from drayton and a rough “sit down ‘n eat” was enough

she just kinda sucked it up and endured it

eventually she starts growing on this fucked up family

i mean, they came to find out that her house wasn’t very good either

hey, they may be cannibals but at least they dont hit you or something (well, 4/5 of em..)

drayton actually tries to keep his broom away because 1, shes just a teenage girl, 2, chop is kinda scary when he yells

she finds it quite nice when chop yells in her favor

when they actually start doing domestic things, chop is the funniest father

definitely loves embarrassing her in public

like if she tells him that theres someone cute he just dramatically turns around with a mortified face

his face was not the only thing mortified that day

he also for sure would tell her all about the war and how “good she has it” as a joke

he’d also say fake embarrassing memories about her to peyton and sticks while she’s there

and they have very funny back and forths due to chop’s 4th grader humor

“yo mama”

“my mom’s dead.”

“sucks to be you.”

“and whose fault is that?”

occasionally they end with “and who’s fault is that?”.. “mine😔..” and he walks away (squidward walking sound)

delightful little quips

he didn’t raise her to teen years, but damn she speaks fluent sawyer with all that shit-talk

they gossip in his truck about people she knew before they yoinked her off the grid

he also would be a very chill dad on the subject of weed/alcohol

he trusts her to be responsible with marijuana but he wants to be present for any alcohol consumption

kind of overprotective??

if a boy looked at her and his 3-second glance at him determined he wasn’t good enough

that random boy better pray he lives somewhere the neighbors can hear him scream for 911

he also definitely steals her posters, bags, perfume, anything he can steal off a victim and fit in his bag is for her

he likes when “uncle nubbins” makes her gifts

also i think another reason he’d be overprotective is because he can’t have kids of his own??

because like cmon guys

ik we all want bio dad chop but lets be real

he drinks gasoline, eats eyeballs, and has probably been through serious chemical damage from the war

and also he’s a cannibal who eats the pretty toxic parts of a human

so he is sterile

but it causes him to be very protective over who she’s with, where she is, when she’s coming home, the whole ordeal

but thankfully, “uncle drayton” makes sure she doesn’t leave too often

definitely keeps her busy

on a slightly more angsty subject i definitely think chop would have some guilt

with the whole

kidnapping and keeping of a child

and she becomes self-aware sometimes and realizes “damn this is fucked up”

but those are the moments where papa chop and his daughter kick back a beer or two and forget for the night

those are morning problems

and also like

another angsty thing is the whole subject of death

me n a friend (love you @pierrot-fish , sticks is their oc btw) discussed this, but chop kind of refuses to acknowledge the passing of his kin..?

like he just won’t really accept it

so in those back and forth quips about the “yo mama” joke

it was once held at the dinner table

just happened to come up

and she mentioned chop’s mother

her grandma, for all intensive purposes

that’s probably the first time chop lectured her, like genuinely and not some serious talk before getting high

he just looked her dead in the eye and told her to respect her grandma, because she’s alive and deserves her respect

the one thing he took from drayton was a strong sense of family and that unbreakable bond

except he’s a bit insane

anyway back to the fun

if she ever cut her hair he’d eventually make a wig out of it

also if she ever felt unsafe or came home crying he will brutally murder that person and preserve one of their disgusting body parts as gifts to her </3

as this is getting too long, i’m gonna end it here, but if you want more adventures of these two, lmk!

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