#Both are warming to hear in their own ways

[scribbledghost]

the way you write Simon is so beautiful and true to his character. I was wondering if you’d be open to writing simon who breaks reader’s bed because he’s feeling so good and doesn’t realise his strength 🫶

Simon tends to lose himself when he's buried inside of you. The world around you ceases to exist; anything outside your bedroom door now relegated to an afterthought in the recesses of his brain.

How can he focus on anything else when you're soft and pliant in his arms? When your core pulses around him as you breathe his name against his lips?

It would take the end of the world to take Simon away from you in this moment.

At least, that's what he thinks.

Just before hearing an audible crack and feeling your bedframe dip beneath him unnaturally.

Simon instinctively grips you tighter as the bed drops slightly, holding you close as he freezes. He hears nothing other than your deep, shared breaths.

"What's th'matter?" you ask, words slurred as your brain attempts to form them against the bliss permeating through your body.

He pauses for a moment longer.

"Nothin', love," he murmurs with a kiss to your lips. "Must jus' be the mattress settlin'."

With that, he returns to his ministrations, rolling his hips against you until he builds back up to the speed and force he was at before the interruption.

He doesn't stay in that state for long.

As soon as he lifts himself from you just enough to reach up and grip the headboard, he hears another crack.

This time, louder.

And followed by the mattress dropping to the floor.

Just before he reacts, he briefly registers the wooden headboard snapping in his grip. Simon wraps you in his arms as you yelp, cradling your head as both of you drop safely.

The world freezes again. Differently this time. Before, it was suspended in warm, desperate heat. Now, it's frozen in confusion and mild panic.

"Alright?" he asks you.

"M'fine," you answer. The short fall seems to have sobered your pleasure-fueled haze. "The hell just happened?"

He looks up, noticing the cracked headboard.

"Think I broke your bed."

Another pause. This time, however, the quiet is broken by laughter bubbling up from your lungs.

It's laughter he adds to with his own.

[woso-dreamzzz]

Injured (Jenni's Version): Future

Grace Clinton x Reader

Summary: You need to leave

"Mami! Mami! Mami!"

You smile slightly, continuing to pack your suitcase as your son lays back on your bed.

"Yes, my James?"

He grins at you. "Can I come?"

You shake your head. "You know you can't."

"But why?"

"Because Paris is a long way away from Lyon." You add another set of pointe shoes to your bag. "And I need you to do a very special job for me."

You sit down on the bed, patting the spot next to you.

James is more than happy to crawl towards you, leaning close to hear his special job.

"You're a very responsible boy, aren't you?"

He nods. "I helped Mummy pick up Ollie's poo yesterday on our walk!"

Ollie's your family dog. Grace had gotten him for you when the first two rounds of ivf didn't take and you'd been so down about it. You were right in the middle of your third round and losing hope when Grace had come home with a German Shepherd puppy.

You called Ollie your good luck charm because two weeks after you'd successfully potty trained him, you fell pregnant with your other golden boy, James.

"That's very responsible!" You tell him," Because I need a very responsible boy to help me out."

"I'm responsible! I'm responsible! What is it?"

"I need you to be in charge of the house while I'm gone," You tell him," That's why you can't come with. You've got to make sure Mummy doesn't order takeout every day and cleans up Olivia's toys when she's done playing."

Olivia's the other light of your life, your nearly one year old daughter.

You didn't particularly want to leave either of them but you'd been called up by the Paris Opera Ballet to be their guest Principal for one of the shows they were putting on and you loved dancing in their venue.

Originally, you were going to say no but Grace pushed you to accept. She was more than capable of looking after both of the kids at once.

"I'll make sure Mummy eats healthy and cleans up!" James tells you," Can I go tell her I'm in charge while you're gone?"

"I'm sure she would love that."

James goes bursting out of the room and you take the time to finish packing.

Ollie whines a little as you zip up the bag.

"I'm sorry, Ollie," You say, gently stroking his head," You know I'll back soon."

Ollie's the family dog, technically, but, secretly, you know he's yours. He had been incredibly protective over you when you were pregnant with Livy and he had been super excitable as a puppy when you were pregnant with James.

Fully grown now, he loved being in the same room as you. He adored the kids and Grace, of course, but you had always been his person.

Frankly, you were getting a little worried he was lonely in the house alone all day so you and Grace had been in talks about getting Ollie his own puppy.

It was only fair to Olivia as well.

Ollie grew up with James. It's only right to have a puppy for Olivia to grow up with too.

But, that was a conversation for when you got back and after your planned trip to Spain in the summer.

It would be nice, you think, to have a puppy for Ollie to be the best big brother too just like how James is the best big brother to Livy.

Ollie follows you down the stairs, his favourite tennis ball in his mouth as you start pulling your suitcase down.

Grace appears at the bottom, hurrying up to swap the bag with Livy and carry it the down for you.

"Careful, beautiful," She says as you swap," You don't want to strain anything before you go on stage." She winks at you and you roll your eyes.

"Did James tell you I've left him in charge?"

"He did," Grace replies with a grin," I think he's already planning on demanding Big Bed access."

"Don't let him," You remind her but your wife just shrugs.

"I don't know. He's making a convincing case. Says that it would be cold without you and he should be there to warm it up."

"If you get him in the habit of sleeping in our bed while I'm away, Grace Clinton, then you're in trouble and I'm choosing what breed the next puppy is."

"Oh, come on!" Grace is laughing though so you know she isn't taking your empty threats too seriously. "Cab's here though. You finished up just in time."

"Okay." You pull on your coat surprisingly well for someone balancing a baby in the other arm.

You litter kisses all over Livy's face as Grace calls James to the door.

"I'll miss you, Mami," He tells you and you crouch down to give him kisses too.

"I'll miss you too, James," You say," I love you, baby."

"Love you too."

He curls into your arms and your rock him side to side softly before pulling away.

"Remember, you're in charge, okay? So I want you to boss around Mummy and make her eat healthy, deal?"

He nods. "Deal."

"I'll see you in a week, amor," You tell Grace, pecking her lips a few times and laughing when she tries to chase your kiss each time.

"Love you, beautiful."

"Love you too."

[skywalkerslvt]

Phone Sex With Leon

❥Pairing: RE2!Leon x F!Reader

❥Summary: Leon feels needy while out on patrol so he calls reader and they have phone sex

❥CW: 18+, smut, phone sex, mutual masturbation, sorta sub!leon, dirty talk, pet names

❥a/n: very rushed leon fic! not proofread. 1.3k words. hope you enjoy <3

Leon sat inside his patrol car, the leather seat cool against his back as he scanned the empty streets of Racoon City. It had been a quiet night, the kind that made the hours drag on. He glanced at the clock on the dashboard, the green digits reading 10:26 PM. His thoughts wandered to you, imagining you getting ready for bed at home. 

You'd be in bed by now, probably reading or scrolling on your phone if you weren't already asleep. He missed you, even though it had only been a few hours since he last saw you, your hair smelling faintly of lavender shampoo as he held you close, hand perfectly moulded to your waist. He dreaded the moment he had to pull away, walking out the door and into his patrol car. Leon never considered himself the needy type, but something about you drove him wild. The bond between you two was strong, a comforting constant in the chaos of his life. He just needed to be near you all the time, whether he was next to you, on top of you, under you, inside of you…

Unable to resist the urge to hear your voice, he pulled out his phone and found your contact. As the phone rang, he imagined you reaching for the phone, a sleepy smile on your face. When you answered, your voice was soft and warm, already filling the you-shaped hole in Leon’s heart. 

“Hey, you,” Leon said, a smile in his voice despite the late hour. “Did I wake you?” 

“No I, just put my pyjamas on,” you replied. “How's your night?” 

“Quiet,” he said, glancing out at the empty streets. “Which pyjamas? The ones I like?” His tone turned playful, a hint of mischief in his voice. 

“Maybe,” you replied, your tone matching his. “You'll just have to come home and find out.”

Leon chuckled softly, the sultry sound of your voice sending a wave of arousal through Leon’s gut. God, it really didn't take much from you to turn him on. 

“I wish I could,” he replied, aching to see you, to touch you. 

“Yeah? What would you do if you were here right now?” you inquired, voice low with arousal. 

“I…I’d touch you,” Leon admitted, voice shaky with desire as he fought to control the growing heat in his body. His hand moved of its own accord, inching towards his quickly hardening cock. “Make you feel so good,” he continued with a whine, his breath hitching as he began palming himself over his uniform pants. The sensation sent a jolt of pleasure through him, not being able to focus on anything but the thought of your soft body as his hips involuntarily jolted upwards. 

He hears you tsk on the other end of the line. “Leon,” you chided, your voice laced with amusement and arousal, “you're not being specific enough.” The sound of your voice, so confident and enticing, made him ache for you even harder. He could picture the playful smirk on your lips as you teased him. 

With a shaky exhale, Leon gathered his thoughts, his mind clouded with desire. “W-wanna get on my knees and taste you. Make you scream my name,” he said with a moan, hand still working himself through the fabric. He closed his eyes, imagining the way your body would respond to his tongue, the way you'd arch into his mouth, hands pulling at his hair while you told him what a good boy he was. 

Lost in the haze of desire, Leon could almost taste the intoxicating blend of your arousal, the thought driving him to the brink of madness with longing. He longed to fulfil every fantasy, every desire, until you were both consumed by your overwhelming need for each other. 

As Leon described his fantasies, your own arousal surged, driving you to new heights of desire. With each word he uttered, you could feel the heat pooling between your thighs, your body responding eagerly to his filthy mouth. 

Unable to hold back any longer, you slip your hand beneath your silky sleep shorts, slowly beginning to circle your clit. “Oh God, Leon,” you moaned, the sound breathless with need. “I want that. Want you.” Your words were a desperate plea, aching for the fulfilment of his fantasies. 

As your words fueled his desire, Leon's own need became nearly unbearable. With a shaky breath, he unzipped his pants, freeing his cock from its confines, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure through him. He could hear the wet sounds of your cunt through the phone, and he began stroking himself in earnest, his movements becoming more desperate with each passing moment. 

“I-I'm yours, baby,” he whimpered, his voice strained with desire. “Do whatever you want to me. Im y-yours to use…” His admission was met with a chorus of your own moans, driving him further into a frenzy of need. 

With each stroke he imagined it was your hand, your touch, bringing him closer and closer to the edge. “Fuck,” he gasped, his hips thrusting involuntarily into his hand. “I need you, baby. I need you so fucking bad. Tell me what you want,” He pleaded, his voice rough with need. “Tell me how you want me, and I’ll do anything to make it happen.”

With trembling fingers, you continued working yourself towards that high, matching the rhythm of his strokes with your own. His words hung in the air, thick with anticipation, as he continued to pleasure himself, lost in the whirlwind of sensations. “I need you to fuck me, Leon. I need you now,” you whined, your movements getting sloppier. 

“Oh God, I'm close,” he gasped. His hand moved faster, wet sounds echoing through the car with his sticky pre-cum. As the intensity between them reached its peak, Leon's breath hitched, his strokes becoming more frantic as he approached his climax. With each movement, he could feel the pressure building, the coil of tension tightening in his gut. 

Across the line, your own arousal mirrored his, the sound of your moans and slick cunt mingling with his own. With each passing moment, the intensity of your pleasure grew, until it was almost unbearable in its intensity. 

“Cum for me, Leon,” you whispered, voice thick with desire, your words igniting a fire within him.

With a strangled cry, Leon surrendered to the overwhelming waves of pleasure, his hips and cock twitching as thick sticky ropes of cum coated his hand and uniform. In that moment, he was lost to the world, his senses overwhelmed by the overwhelming waves of pleasure.

As he rode out the aftershocks of his release, Leon could hear your own cries of pleasure through the phone, the wet squelching eventually coming to a halt with your orgasm. 

You both sat there panting for a moment, Leon cleaning himself up and tucking himself back into his pants. “Was that…alright?” Leon asked shyly, wanting to hear your approval. 

A soft chuckle could be heard from the other line. “Alright? That was… perfect, Leon. You're perfect,” you replied softly. 

Before Leon could respond, a crackle sounded through the car, interrupting your moment. It was the sound of the police radio, summoning him back to duty. 

With a reluctant sigh, Leon knew he had to go. “I gotta go,” he said regretfully, his voice tinged with longing. “But we'll continue this at home. I promise.”

There was a soft, sleepy murmur of agreement from your end, filled with understanding and anticipation. With a final exchange of affectionate words and goodbyes, Leon ended the call, his heart already yearning for the moment when he could hold you in his arms once more. 

With a sense of purpose, he shifted the car into gear and drove off into the night, the memory of your shared passion fueling him as he returned to his duties. And as he navigated the streets of Raccoon City, he couldn’t help but smile at the thought of the blissful reunion that awaited them when his shift was over.

[inumakis-boo]

I loved your inumaki headcannons and def want more. Do you also have any of megumi by chance?

(If not that is okay. I will take inumaki crumbs)

MEGUMI FUSHIGURO ˙✧˖°📷 ⋆｡˚꩜

headcanons ⸝⸝ hey everyone! ive been on a writing streak as of recent, so i love to give more headcanons and ideas about dating megumi! ofc, this is from a fem perspective.

safe for work headcanons

+ megumi literally did not think much of you when you first met. it was only seeing how you interact with others that he started to get you more.

+ whenever he sees you typing in the group chat, he always makes sure he answers (of course, only to make sure youre heard, much to itadori and kagisakis interest)

+ probably won't call you, but texting is decently fun with him. for someone decently calm and quiet, hes curious about how you work, ect.

+ he enjoys sharing his earbuds with you, and you lend him a few songs to listen too (you seem to get his style, although he likes a much of different things, and he saves them to his playlists)

+ doesnt mind staying back to help you train or study, and honestly you two end up talking about the jujustu world and everyone in general

+ he doesn't seem like he cares about gossip, but the moment you start talking about it he is going to pay attention

+ you two always swap what you don't like on food

+ brushing his hair with your fingers will make him fall asleep.

+ you two always somehow crowd around each other when others are training or at parties or events

+ he does not suck at communicating, he just does it in his own way. maybe in notes or through text, he is very sensitive in reality

+ would absolutely ignore his friends if you two had a date or even just taking a walk. if someone has his attention, he will give all of it

+ he loves to print out the pictures he takes of you on his recyclable camera and keep them in a little drawer in his desk

+ seems to talk about you less the more you start seeing each other/not into pda whatsoever. he doesn't want other people (especially HIS people) in your business. at the most though, he will always offer acts of service in return (buying you snacks, matching bracelets or necklaces, holding your backpack.)

+ he probably isn't a huge fan of pet names, he will never get over how embarrassing they make him feel, at the very best, meg is fine (the other half is reserved for gojo.. for whatever reason.)

+ he loves to have cuddle dates- don't have time worry about going places, just his warm bed, and both of you sleeping while he holds you.

+ your laughter may be a weak spot for him, and produces a smile every single time (even infront of other people, which they always notice.)

below this, are not safe for work headcanons. // mdni.

not safe for work headcanons

~ megumi is.. a stupid guy when it comes to fucking you.

~ hates public attention? will litter your body with purple hickeys.

~ doesn't like pda? will push you against a wall in a secluded place and eat you out from the back as your forehead meets the cement wall

~ he doesn't think too much about it, unless he thinks he is hurting you, then his penis brain turns off

~ its slightly embarrassing for him at first, but he likes to fondle you as he kisses your neck from behind. when he first heard your whimpering, that embarrassment flew out the window

~ while practically growling in your ear about how pretty you are and how wet you are down there

~ long fingers are always put to good use.. always.

~ his favorite thing to do is eating you out. he loves watching you squirm and plead as he makes circles around your clit with his thumb.

~ and his favorite position is hitting it from the back while holding you, so he can whisper and pant into your ear while you take all of him, and also to hear you huff into the pillow.

~ his weakest spot is hearing you moan and whine through his hand that wraps around your mouth every time you get loud.

~ pulling on his hair makes him whine.. or makes him go harder.

~ dirty talk, once his brain shuts off

~ "fuck, i want to see you cum. youre not leaving here until i see it."

~ always does the dirty in his room, because he doesn't want to make a mess in yours- he cares about whats in his room, but not enough to avoid breaking it on accident when he fucks you against it.

~ always after is the biggest gulit-session

~ "was i too mean? did i hurt you? god why am i so stupid?" yeah stupid in love with you.

thank you for your asks and whatnot! i will definitely write more inumaki headcanons when i get the chance next!

please, send more, i absolutely love talking to yall!

bye pookies!

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

Sea salt and freedom

Words: 1,385 [also on AO3]

Rated: M

Tags: Fantasy AU; Dragon Eddie Munson; King Steve Harrington; Soul bond; Mates; Implied sexual content; Monsterfucker Steve Harrington; They're in love, your honor

Notes: @house-of-the-moving-image said give me Upside Diner or Hic sunt dracones verse for my birthday, and I said why not both? Here's your surprise second ficlet, enjoy! 🐉💕

“Is this really necessary?” Steve asks as his dragon slips his favorite piece of silk over his eyes. He tries to go for annoyed, but can't quite keep the giddy laugh out of his voice. Hasn't been able to ever since they left the castle for their little get-away. “Or is this another weird sex thing of yours?” 

Eddie hums in mock-thought, a deep rumbly sound that floats through the fuzzy darkness behind the blindfold and tingles all the way down Steve’s spine, in his soul. His hands tie off the knot at the base of Steve’s neck, then go on to toy with his hair. His breath tickles the shell of Steve’s ear as he speaks. 

“What a question, beloved. You know how much I enjoy making you squirm.” As if to prove his point, he nips at the junction of Steve’s neck and shoulder, chuckling at the shiver and sharp intake of breath it gets him. “But also, you'd be able to see it once we're over those mountaintops, and I don't want you to just yet. Wanna look at your face when you do. So be good and wear this for me, yes?” 

Steve swallows the moan that's building in his chest, even though it's difficult with Eddie peppering his neck and jaw in bites and kisses. 

“Is this even safe? Doesn't sound like the best idea, riding you blindfolded.” 

“Oh, but it isn't far now, my pretty. And besides, you've ridden me plenty of times,” Eddie replies, and Steve can practically hear the suggestive brow wiggle. He rolls his eyes behind the blindfold. “You'll just need to rely on your other senses and trust me to keep you safe. You can do that, can't you?” 

Steve melts into Eddie’s touch as he is turned and pulled into a kiss, and forgets to reply. He doesn’t need to. They both know that trusting each other comes as naturally as breathing.

*

It's the weirdest feeling, flying blind, but it works surprisingly well. What he lacks in sight, the rest of his senses seem determined to make up for. Suddenly, he's hyper-aware of his dragon’s body under his, the way those strong muscles move. They announce every swerve and change in course before it actually comes, allowing him to adjust his weight in turn. Where his regular, human senses don't suffice, the soul bond fills in flawlessly, like a safety line tethering him to his mate's body and mind. 

The sensation is strange and thrilling and exhilarating. He thought he knew how much in tune they are - Eddie’s body and soul as familiar as his own. But this? It's like the lines between their very beings are blurring into each other. It’s strange and beautiful all at once, and it makes him wonder what else they could do with the blindfold on. His dragon purrs, and the invisible connection thrums with it - the familiar, wordless Mine. Steve smiles, pressing himself closer to his mate's body so that he can kiss the warm scales. Yours. Always.  

The roughest part is getting off his dragon’s back, actually. They land with barely a sound and he descends with practiced ease - but the ground is all soft and weird. He wobbles and makes a startled, undignified sound, and the only thing that saves him from landing square on his ass is Sweetheart’s giant head shoving itself into his space to steady him.

"What the fuck?” Steve mutters while the body next to his shifts and his dragon's laughter turns human. “Warn a guy!” 

“But where would the fun be in that?” Eddie quips. Steve can feel how he drapes himself around him - arms around his waist, tail circling his legs, wings enveloping the both of them. “Didn't wanna give anything away.” 

He trails off, letting the silence linger between them. 

Except it isn't silent. Instead, there's a million and one strange sounds. The rush of wind catching on cliffs. The rustle of dry grass. The shrieks of unfamiliar birds in the distance. 

Water. 

Gurgling, lapping, murmuring all around them, mingling with the other sounds, filling all of his senses. He can feel it in the very air, can feel the spray of it settle on his skin, in his hair. He gulps and licks his lips and they taste like salt. 

“Eddie,” he breathes. His voice comes out hoarse and shaky, but he doesn’t find it in himself to feel embarrassed. Knows he doesn't have anything to feel embarrassed about anything when it's just the two of them. “Eddie, let me see.” 

He only realizes that his hands have flown up to tear at the blindfold when Eddie’s settle on top of them, gently prying them away. 

“Of course, my king. Allow me,” his dragon rumbles, kissing his knuckles. Then, he drops Steve’s hands and reaches for the blindfold. 

The knot slips open. The silk falls away. 

And for the first time in his life, Steve sees the ocean. 

At first, he thinks he must be dreaming, because there's just no way this much water is real. He's heard stories of it, of course, has imagined it a thousand times over. But then again, he had heard plenty of stories about dragons, and none of them ever came close to the real thing. 

For a long while, he just stands and stares, not knowing where to look first. The sunlight catching on the water, creating rippling patterns of light? The waves, crowned with white seafoam, lapping at their feet in a weirdly hypnotic dance, leaving dark imprints on the sand in their wake? The way the sea and the sky melt into each other on the horizon, so much like their souls? 

He thinks he could look at all of this forever and never get tired of it. 

“Well?” Eddie asks. His smile is large and eager, and a little smug. His tail twitches excitedly where it's curling around their ankles. “Do you like it? Because I'm trying to pick up what you're thinking, but all I'm getting is that weird, fuzzy-” 

He doesn't get any further, because Steve whirls around, grabbing his face in both hands and crashing their lips together, and his words trail off into a pleasantly surprised oomph. The suddenness of the assault tips their balance, and before Steve knows it, they're going down in a heap on the sandy ground. A particularly large wave sloshes over them, wet and foamy and cold. Steve shrieks and laughs all at once. Eddie hisses - much like Dustin’s cat that one time Joyce accidentally emptied a bucket full of dishwater over its head - and glowers at him in affront, but that only makes matters worse. Steve erupts in a fresh round of cackles that only quieten when Eddie seals their lips together and licks them right out of his mouth.

He doesn't quite know how long they stay like this, but it must be a while, judging by the way his clothes are drenched in salty water and his stomach hurts from laughing and his head is dizzy from all the kissing. 

“It’s beautiful,” he murmurs against Eddie’s lips, fingers carding through wet curls to find the base of the horns. His dragon’s pupils blow wide, the gold around them swirling and glowing with desire. The bond thrums with it and Steve feels the familiar heat pool at the base of his own spine. “Do you … Do you think I can go for a swim?” 

Eddie huffs a laugh. 

“You and the water. I swear you must’ve been a little merman in some other life.” His hands have pushed up Steve’s soaked shirt, fingers drawing patterns on the naked skin. “Of course you can, just don’t expect me to join. I’ll stay on land where it’s nice and dry and enjoy the sight.” 

“Oh, I’m sure you will,” Steve grins and surges up for another kiss. It tastes like sea salt and freedom. “You can warm me back up once I’m done. Maybe we could … go for another ride with the blindfold?” 

The bond crackles with desire, like a firework of tiny sparks. Eddie hums, low and pleased, and maneuvers Steve into a sitting position so that he can pull the wet shirt over his head. 

“Now that, my liege, would be my greatest pleasure.”

[epiclamer]

Hiiiii Epic! I'm not sure if requests are open so if they aren't feel free to ignore!

My depression is getting bad again and I was wondering if you'd be willing to write about a depressed Hero who keeps purposefully putting themselves in harm's way, getting more and more reckless in every fight. Villain notices and has to save Hero from themselves. However they choose to do that, be it kidnapping or something less nefarious is totally up to you!

Hiya! I hope this makes your day a bit better!!

Subtle

“It’s getting bad again, isn’t it?”

Villain huffed, “I think that’s my line.” They looked around, taking in their surroundings, calculating the amount of damage control they’d need to perform.

“If you’re here that means it’s bad.” Hero avoided the other’s gaze, glaring down at the hardwood floor beneath their feet instead.

“Does that make me the bearer of bad news?”

Hero shrugged, turning their back on the villain as they began to shuffle through the clutter of their home.

The criminal cleared their throat, resuming a bit more of an awkward stance as they watched their nemesis sift through piles of dirty clothes and dishes. “Unfortunately, if you were to bet that was the case, you’d be correct.”

Villain took a few steps forwards, keeping enough distance to assure the hero they weren’t a threat. When the other barely acknowledged them, Villain moved in closer—close enough to place a gentle hand against their bare shoulder. Normally they would’ve delighted in the shivers and twitches of their enemy’s skin under their palm, yet this time it felt more like a punishment than anything else.

“Did you use antiseptic?”

“Sorry?” The hero’s voice was strained like they were on the verge of tears.

“You’re burning up. I watched you take that beating for your sidekick and I know that Supervillain did a number on you in return.” Villain pulled their hand back, worried they were doing more harm than good. “Did you use antiseptic when you flushed your wounds? Or could they be infected?”

They were crying now, the villain could see it, tear drops hitting the wood floor one after the other. Still, the hero refused to look at them.

“Fuck, I don’t know, Villain. I didn’t even have time—I haven’t even checked—Fuck, I’m sick and I’m fucking exhausted and I-I’m bleeding all the time I’m bleeding its everywhere on my clothes and my sheets and my fucking everything, I’m so dirty—” Hero interrupted their ramble with a sob, curling in on themselves, leaving their previous mindlessly searching on hold.

Villain bent down, but they hesitated, taking a moment to scan their nemesis in their fetal position. Both of their hands grasped their head, protecting their skull from invisible blows, their knees tucked into their chest, shielding their vital organs from a relentless imaginary beating.

Even unconsciously the hero’s body accepted torture.

“I deserve it, I deserve it, I deserve it.” Rang sickeningly loud through the hero’s apartment. Words Villain never thought they’d hear their nemesis chant.

The hero was always so full of surprises.

“Breathe, Hero, breathe.” What the hell were they supposed to say? Sure, they had taken care of their nemesis prior, whenever it started to unravel for them, but never before had the crime-stopper broken down like this. “Everything is okay, I’m here now. I’ve got you.”

Whatever was left of the hero’s facade shattered at that. They crumpled back against the villain—to which they were greeted with a warm embrace—tears uncontrollably streaming and sobs so hoarse they seemed inhuman.

Soundlessly, the villain pulled a pin-prick from their inner jacket pocket, carefully lining up the end of the needle with the hero’s exposed jugular vein. It felt wrong, to drug the one person they had come closer with than anyone ever before. But at the same time…

It was for their own good.

[zukosdualdao]

oh, i want to know the way it feels

zutara month, day 20: accidental kissing, @zutaramonth

summary: upon zuko fearing they've been made while he and katara are at the market, he and katara make a brief excursion to the alleyway. when katara reaches for her bending, it's totally an accident when she kisses him. she's pretty sure. and it's totally an accident when both of them kiss each other back. it certainly doesn't mean anything.

other notes: we are back at it at the ember island marketplace lads! #idiotsinlove

They’re in the marketplace, walking side by side—Katara bravely does not blush when she feels their hands brush in the place between their sides—when she senses Zuko stiffen. From her periphery, she can see his mouth has turned slightly to a frown.

“What… ?” she asks, and suddenly, his hand is around her wrist. It doesn’t hurt, but the motion is so quick that it startles her as Zuko guides her to a nearby side alley, just to the right of a clothing stall. From the side of his mouth, Zuko murmurs, “Someone was staring at me. They might know who I am, or recognize us.”

On instinct at hearing this, Katara presses her back to the wall of stone. She’s less able to ignore the way the gulp in her throat as their middles press together, Zuko leaning over her as though to guard her in case someone comes after them.

It’s sweet, but… “I can take care of myself, you know,” she teases him lightly. “Master waterbender here, remember?”

When Zuko turns to meet her gaze, his smile is small but sort of breathtaking. Katara wishes she could see it more. She wishes they had more to smile about. 

“It’s not likely I could forget that,” he says in a whisper. Like this, with his head turned just slightly down to look at her, they are a mere breath away from one another. 

Someone passes by their hiding spot then, and Katara startles—maybe the people Zuko had seen were following them—and jumps to her tiptoes, ready to pull out her waterskin and fight their way out if they need to. It’s only a second later that she realizes that she met her lips to Zuko’s when she did this. Both of them are stunned to stillness for a moment, but then she thinks he’s kissing back, or she is. It’s all a little unclear. 

His lips are soft and warm and gentle. A little shy, she thinks, even as he kisses back. It’s only after another moment that he seems to figure out what to do with his hands, placing one against her waist and, from the sounds of it, bracing the other against the wall behind her. Her own left hand still holds their basket of fruit, but the other reaches to cup his face.

When he pulls back, gasping a little exhale as he does, Katara tries not to be too pleased with herself that she sees his pupils are wide and dark. She drops her hand.

“I—sorry,” he says. “I shouldn’t have…”

“No, it was me,” Katara says before frowning at the implication. She looks to the side and sees whoever was walking by has since passed. In correction that she’s unsure is fair or even true, she adds, “I thought they were approaching.”

“Right.” Zuko clears his throat now and breaks apart from where he was connected to her, allowing a few inches of distance between them. Katara misses his warmth. “I think they’re gone now.”

Katara hums in agreement. They make quickly to leave the market, Zuko seeming nervous to be spotted again as they do. As they journey back, she finds that their hands are grazing by each other again.

Katara flexes her fingers. They journey forward.

[yandere-romanticaa]

Humor me a little.

A door appears in front of you. You instantly recognize it, being the same pale white door from the Genshin Impact loading screen.

You have the option to open it, step into Teyvat but there's a catch. You can never go back here, in your own world.

Stepping into the world of Teyvat would surely give you fresh new opportunities, lands to explore and colorful people to meet. Perhaps you could discover something new about yourself, something that you could have never even thought about if you stuck around in our own world.

A light breeze beckons you, tempting you to just push. You can feel the endless sea of possibilities right in front of you, all of which are just so close, they are so close you can have them all.

However, you're suddenly kissed by the warm rays of the sunlight and hear the cozy laughter of children close by. Pulling out your phone, you skim through all of the contacts in it and keep going back to all of the memories you have made with all of these people. Some are good. Some are not. But even so, those memories, these people, they have made you into what you are.

If you choose to forsake them, they will assume that you are either dead or missing. Or, perhaps your existence would be outright erased from this world in its entirety.

Not to mention the fact that, Teyvat is not a complete paradise. Many ancient and old mysteries lie dormant beneath its starry sky, many of which speak your name in earnest but is your survival truly guaranteed? What's to say that you will not be killed by someone - or something - the moment you step foot into that glorious land?

There is also the fact to consider that you would never be able to obtain a Vision. Visions are granted to individuals only who were born in Teyvat, which you are not.

Of course, there are other ways you could obtain power. Perhaps you could find yourself a teacher and study pyromancy, hydromancy, alchemy or any other form you see fit.

The canvas is stark white, all yours to paint.

Are you ready to take the brush? Do you want to take the brush?

You have two choices - do you come to Teyvat, forsake absolutely everything and everyone you have ever known for a chance to experience something both beautiful and horrific at the same time? Or, do you stay here, in the place you call home, where all of your loved ones are? Our world isn't so bad, perhaps you could meet someone new here... But that door will never appear in front of you ever again.

Ever.

What will it be, Traveler?

[skiiyoomin]

hello! i’m not sure if you’re taking reqs so if not feel free to skip this! i was wondering if we can get a oneshot of bakugo x reader except reader is a famous jpop idol (or even a global pop star) and bakugo is a pro hero. how the rest plays out can totally be up to you but i thought this would be a unique pairing. :)

Hi hi! Yes my reqs are open so feel free to ask as much as you´d like! I looove the idea, its literally one of my fave tropes. It´s a little short but I thought it was a cute way to start a possible relationship between bakugo and reader :>

RULES !! DO NOT COPY OR REPOST MY WORK PLEASE

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Content: pro hero! Bakugou x idol! reader, inspo from the met gala, gn! reader, swearing cause its bakugou

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Bakugou hated attending these events. The constant flashing of camera lights, the stuffiness of his suit, the obnoxious voices of paparazzi begging him to look their way. It was exhausting.

But alas, as one of the top heroes, he had to show his face more often than he´d like to and make small talk with people he could care less about. At least he´d get a few free drinks and food for the night.

As he finished walking down the red carpet and away from the dizzying lights, a figure smaller than his own bumped into him. And Bakugou in his very characteristic fashion, was ready to threat whoever wasn´t watching their step. "Oi, watch where you´re-"

The words died in his throat when his ruby eyes landed on your own. You had to be the most beautiful person he had ever seen. The luxurious fabric of your extravagant clothes complimented your features and sitted on the curves of your body just right. He realizes he was staring more than he should when your silky voice reached his ears.

"I´m so sorry!! It´s just it´s a bit hard to walk in these clothes" You admit with an embarrsed chuckle. He tsks, though there was no real annoyance directed towards you. "Can´t believe they´re making you wear something you can´t even walk in"

You chuckle feeling flattered by the concerns from someone who was so notorious for being abrasive...and devilishly handsome. "Yeah, well, you know, practicality isn´t really on top of their priority list."

To the surprise of the both of you, he holds his arm out. "What table are you assigned in?" God it took everything in him not to sweep you off your feet with the way your doe eyes were marveling up at him. You link your arm around his own. "Table three"

He hums in acknowledgement, though deep down he felt his heart hammering in his chest like a teenage boy. "Good, at least there will be a pretty face sitting with me"

It was embarrassing how quickly heat rose to your cheeks from such a common and simple compliment you heard quite often. Though it felt so different hearing it slip from his tongue. It felt genuine.

The picture you had portrayed of the pro hero Dynamight completely shattered the longer you spent the night engaged in conversation with him. He too, felt any prejudices he may have held against you for being an idol slip away. Conversation rolled easily between you two as if you had been friends for years, and for the first time in a very long time, you both truly enjoyed being there.

Of course, it didn´t make it any less exhausting. The proof being written all over your energy drained face by the time the clock struck 12 PM. Lucky you, Bakugou had a knack for being observant, so it didn´t take long before he realized how fatigued you felt, and truthfully, he wasn´t doing much better than you. He was just better at hiding it.

"Let me drive you home" It wasn´t a question, and it´s not like you had the energy to retaliate. You let him place a warm calloused hand on your waist while he led you to his car. The drive back to your home felt like it went by in a flash, though it must be because you were fast asleep.

His heart clenched when he gazed at your soft features while you were deep in slumber. But alas, the last thing he wanted was to overstep boundaries, so, albeit begrudgingly, he reached out and shook your shoulder.

"Hey, wake up, we´re here"

Your dark lashes fluttered against your cheeks before your eyelids slowly opened. It took you a long moment to gather your surroundings, but once you realized, your lips formed into a small `o´.

Bakugou thought it was a crime to look so adorable, but it´s not like he would ever tell you that. "C´mon, i´ll help you upstairs"

Once again, his hands felt just right against your body when he aided you in walking properly to your home. Everything felt like a fever dream. The way he respectfully removed any excessive fabric of clothing or the way he helped you into your bed in a surprisingly soft manner for someone so rough.

But you realized how real it was when you spotted a little note sticked to your fridge the next morning with beautifully neat handwriting saying:

"Text me xxx-xx-xx-xx"

And if anyone had seen the wide grin that spread across your face, they would have called you a simp. Maybe you were.

[priscillabunny]

nate wanted to please bunny!reader. it was an undying urge. something he’d been deadset on getting right. he knew she’d been spoiled in the past, and it was something he had no trouble with rising to — but it was bigger than that. he wanted to know how to please her emotionally, physically, have her so fulfilled she’d never wanna look at anyone else in her lifetime.

you enjoyed whenever he took charge, and that was something he’d noticed about you from the start. it wasn’t something he’d expected from someone who’d been treated like a princess her entire life — the sweet doe eyes you’d give him when you’d ask for permission over something small, or the way you’d preen into his touch when he’d hold your hips and guide you through a crowd was something he took mental note of to keep you happy.

it was the small things at first. catching you swinging your legs sat on his kitchen counter eating one of the cupcakes he’d ordered you to taste test as a favour for an upcoming event at chucks hotel. you slide your manicured finger through the white icing and suck it off, a sight that made him smirk, slacks feeling just that little bit tighter.

“so i think it’s safe to say the cupcakes are a hit?” he greets you, fixing the collar on his shirt as he steps closer. your thoughtful glossy pout stretches into a grin as you watch him approach, nodding and stretching your leg out to wrap an ankle around him and pull him closer. his smile doesn’t budge when he dips his own finger into the icing and brings it to your lips, letting you suck it off. you hum, fluttery eyelashes batting as you savour more than just the sweet treat, licking his skin and taking his wrist in both hands to hold you there. “mm. you’re gonna make me late to work babe.” he tsks, shaking his head in faux disapproval as your gaze flutters up to him guilty.

“please nate, can you be a little late?” you mewl, hips wriggling on the counter. it never took much to rile you up and he loved that. finger sucking — also noted.

“unfortunately not. i wish, though.” he complains, shaking his head. he takes a moment to look at you, hands sliding down to your cheeks as he simply holds you in the moment. “be a good girl for me today.”

he’s not sure why he said it, and honestly he was half expecting you to giggle — but you got this look in your eye once the gentle demand had left his lips. hazy and dumb, yet eager to please. he doesn’t miss the way you clamp your thighs together, nodding, which encourages him to take the path he did. “okay?” this time he waits for an answer.

“okay, nate.” you yield, and he smiles proudly.

“thats what i like to hear.”

you’d waited for him all day, and without even a text between the two of you — you both seemed to feel the sexual tension that lasted his entire work day. its only later when it gets resolved, nate gets back to investigating your needs.

he’s hovering over you on the bed, licking and kissing at the corner of your parted mouth whilst you moan, his long fingers hitting all the spots inside you as your spread legs tremble.

“n—nate!” it feels like a strain to say, like you don’t truly want to same his name, searching for something more affectionate.

“i know. just wanna make you feel good, beautiful. sound so pretty when you cum.” he coo’s in that velvety, deep, warm voice. the voice that makes you clench around him harder.

“d—ugh, mmm—”

“i’m gonna go out on a limb here and say there’s something else you wanna call me. am i right?” he addresses the glittery pink elephant in the room and your sticky eyes open, blinking in a daze trying to concentrate on his words. squeaking, you nod— lip wobbling like you’re on the verge of tears. he tilts his head kissing below your ear as his thumb joins the mix down below to stroke your clit. “is it daddy? do you wanna call me daddy, sweetheart?”

you don’t wait for permission this time, choking out a devastated “yes, daddy.” as your hips jerk up against his hand.

“ohhhhh, there you go. that’s my good girl using her words. should be proud of yourself.” you can hear the smirk in his tone like he wants to laugh but you don’t care, his words are enough to get you off — and soon you’re crying out in ecstasy.

since the day it was addressed, all shyness about the topic was purged from your body. you didn’t care who heard you call your boyfriend daddy, too wide eyed and needy to address the surprise. he got used to it too, and honestly felt a little bit of sick pride about the whole thing. he liked the world to know he took care of his girl.

whether it was clinging to his arm as your heels totter along the sidewalk, pressing your cheek to him and groaning out a “can i please just borrow your credit card, daddy?” when you want something, only for him to roll his eyes and hand it over between his fingers saying something along the lines of “i shouldnt. but here.”

or padding into the room in the tiniest pyjamas when chuck and nate are in the living room, having a serious discussion over a whiskey. you’d pout, clasping your hands at the front. “daddy you need to come to bed, please…”

chuck loved it, atleast. huffing out his smirky chuckle and turning back to nate with a “and where on earth do you find a girl like that? dont leave her waiting, nathaniel.” before leaving him to handle you.

luckily, you were so sweet that it was hard to judge you. hell — even serena was inspired to write a blog post on her sex column detailing the ‘up and coming daddy kink — and how it’ll drive your man wild’ and blair could only slightly turn her nose up upon hearing the nickname. you didn’t care though. you loved nate, and you wanted the world to know.

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

OH MYGOD NOT TO BE HUMBLE BUT I AM A GENIUS self indulgent modern au idea

NO NO NO HEAR ME OUT!! Fanfic writer! S/o.

S/o who writes fanfic for stress relief and childe who unknowingly is their biggest fan on their blog

S/o who recognises That One Username that keeps reappearing on their notes and childe who can't help but like every single post (bc, idk maybe s/o writes for a niche that scratches an itch just right)

S/o who literally lights up for every single comment That One User leaves and childe who actually sits down on his desk and writes half an essay about their fics

S/o who goes "huh why not" and childe who wakes up to the jumpscare of being mutuals and literally falls off his bed ("oh my god am i the chosen one")

S/o who smiles happily at childe's antics and childe who goes out of his way to be extra sweet cause he's super happy

S/o and childe, who accidentally discover the truth while doing the "swap phones for a day" couple challenge

S/o and childe, who are literally all over eachother the moment they realise

(Bonus idea: Childe excitedly reading the fics to Legacy while he trills happily in the back of his mind help)

this is the most wholesome thing i've ever read and i aspire to be as sweet as Childe forever

it's actually a bit of a shock than neither of you knew, with how much time you spend together- in fact, some of your stories were written when you were sprawled across Childe's legs on the couch, both of you sitting in silent company. you secretly, unknowingly, bring such joy to each other, Childe smiling happily whenever he reads what your account creates and you feeling your tension ease whenever that same commenter leaves you a kind message. Foul Legacy LOVES the tales you weave, scratching at the back of Childe's head until he reads whatever you recently posted- sometimes he'd curl up in bed, a monster in a terrifyingly strange world, reading until he couldn't keep his eye open anymore. you'd find him in the morning, nestled in layers of blankets with Childe's phone nearby, and when you pat him on the head you're greeted by a warm, lethargic purr

to find out that you've been communicating online all this time, making each other happy through bad days and clouds and rain- Childe's eyes sparkle like stars

he runs to you only a few minutes after you swap phones, the screen of yours lit up with your account as he holds it out to you gleefully. you swallow, a tad embarrassed- is he going to tease you? you had decided to trust him enough to not make fun of you, if he discovered your account- but Childe just shakes his head, swiping on his phone cradled in your hands to his own profile- the very commenter that always brought a smile to your face without fail. you blink, staring at him in shock, and Childe's deep blue eyes shine happily as he peppers your face in little kisses. it's as far as he gets before there's a crackle in the air and you're scooped into Legacy's arms, the monster chittering and purring against your hair, whisking you away for some meltingly warm, impromptu cuddles. it seems you and Childe are fantastic at making each other happy, even when it's unintended

[persephone11110]

tummy hurts || j.seresin

tw: grooming, childhood trauma, emotional manipulation, past sexual abuse->child sexual abuse, self victim blaming-victim blaming (not jake) mentions of alcohol, past child neglect, the school system failed, jake calls reader goldie, Y/n hit Jake in chest a once

summary:“Little girls like you aren’t loved”.Your head was laying on the pillow next to him, your naked bodies touching eachother, he loved you, you loved him.

IMPORTANT NOTE: this is a very sensitive topic so please tread carefully also please let me know if there should be more trigger warnings

AN: a fic born after falling into a PLL hole on tik tok and the title comes from Tummy Hurts- Renee Rapp. Also ngl the reason Ive on a break was bcus my fics were going downhill and sad as it is it hard watching other fics blow up and your can’t even make it to double digits within hours.

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THIS FIC IS ABOUT CHILD SEXUAL ABUSE/ SEXUAL ASSAULT, SELF& VICTIM BLAMING, AND CHILD NEGLECT

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“Sweetheart?” Jake asked slowly, unsure if his old man hearing was fucking with him. His voice dropped to a lower tone as more rage filled his chest.

Saturday nights were designated for you dine with your husband. A night were you and Jake catch up with each other, his aviation schedule and your college professor schedule was hard to work with.

You hated drinking more than one glass of wine as it always made your tongue loose. Somehow you managed to pour another glass it felt nice to let loose—what didn’t feel nice was your husband knowing how much dignity you didn’t have as a teenager.

“Goldie, you were how old” Jake grabs your hand, gently taking the glass out of your hand. Careful not talk to roughly. He watches as the color drains out of your face.

You were lucky enough to have a history teacher who didn’t give up on his students—especially not you.

Mr.Daniels, the best history teacher there was, he had goods and bad days. But who didn’t?

You and him bonded over the love of historical events. He didn’t tell you to stop talking or, to get the hell out. He would sit there with a warm smile listening to you go on and on about history.

You don’t how many times you’ve tried talking about your interests to mom and dad. And how many times they’ve stared at you with a blank face, or told you to go away.

But Mr. Edward Daniels didn’t. You had the privilege to call him Eddie when it was just the two alone inside the classroom after school hours.

He called you Y/n and you called him Eddie when you laid your mop of brown curls aganist his bare chest.

His blue sheets wrapped your naked body, the hickeys that riddled your stomach and hips.

“I was fifteen Jake”. you sighed dropping your hands into your lap. “He was a freshman history teacher—it was his first year teaching”.

“Y/n Collins”, he dropped a hand onto your shoulder, “I like the way you argue kid”.

“Fifteen, jesus”, Jake rubbed a hand over his face,“How come you never brought this up before sweetheart?”.

Not even a butcher knife could cut through the silence in the room.

Because you loved him. He gave you the love that no one else would.

“Its been over decade Jake…. times were different back then”. You said, chewing at the bottom of your lip. Your bouncy leg betrayed in how confident you sounded in your response.

“Doesn’t matter what decade were in you were a child and he was adult”. He softly glared at you, “His job was to protect and teach you about wars and he couldn’t even do that”.

You leaned back into couch wishing the damn thing would swallow you whole. Why’s Jake trying to make you seem like a victim—you aren’t one you and Eddie were lovers in the past.

Jake sat across from you he had a death grip on the beer bottle. “He loved me Jake, he was the first man to ever give a chance of being loved”.

Jake felt the need to empty his stomach at the words that came from your mouth. He scooted closer to you, there wasn’t any space between the both of you anymore.“Was it just a one time?”.

You couldn’t look your own husband in the eye.

Jake would know how dirty his wife.

Your silence was enough for him,“It wasn’t one time Y/n?”. Jake eyebrows furrowed,“Y/n whatever answer you give I hope you know I’d never shame or judge you”.

“We lasted for atleast for over year in half, before the school transfered him out of state”.

How long would It take me to find him and kill him.

Son of a bitch was transferred, he didn’t lose his teaching license.

“Goldie”,Jake calls your name gently—while grabbing your hands into his. “Look at me”.

You curled into yourself—Jake’s mad at you. “ Please don’t yell at me”. your voice hiccuped, you were begging him. You could handle anything but Jake Seresin yelling at you with so much anger and digust filled in his voice.

“Oh I could never blame you baby not now, not ever”. He gently cupped the side of your face, “I need you to understand how this isn’t your fault baby”. He moved around and positioned himself to make your foreheads touch eachother.

“Jake” you mumbled before you shoving your face into his neck. “I’m-”.

Jake shook his head at you he gently pulled from him,“Darlin i don’t wanna you even to think about apologizing to me”, He pressed a kiss into your cheek before speaking again.“The only one who deserves that is you, the adults around you should’ve looked out for you, your parents had one job and it was to just love you”.

You curled into yourself, you didn’t deserve Jakes love.

“Sweetheart i’m sorry for my rant here it just makes me angry that all those adults in your life and no one protected you, a innocent child who willed for love and attention from her parents”. You held onto Jake tightly afraid that in a split second he change his mind and leave you.

Your breathing became shaky and weak the hiccups got worse—your sobs got louder.

You weren’t a victim.

Jake Seresin didn’t know what he was talking about, your husband wasn’t there fifteen years ago.

He’s wrong-.

“Sweetheart”. Jake reached to grab you, “Y/n”.

Your arms become flailing, your were pretty sure your hands and Jakes chest connected atleast once or twice.

“Its okay Y/n, Its okays sweetheart”, Jake was finally able to get a grip on you—pulling your head ontop of his chest. “Shh baby, let it all out”.

“He hurt me so much Jake and nobody cared”, you sobbed.“When I finaly got the courage to tell my parents they looked at me and the first thing that came out their mouth was whore. “Y/n how much of whore do you have to be to sleep with a man well into his early forties?”

Jake wiped a tear from your face.“You got someone who cares Y/n, you have someone who loves you just as you are”. Jake sighed, would he be bad person if he took the nearest flight to his wife hometown and he beat old man to a pulp?

Bad man or good husband?, those lines tend to blur when the love of his life get hurt.

“Baby just say the word me and daggers can hop the earliest flight and kill a man, while Ice and Mav are our alibi’s”.

Your lips curl a little a small smile breaking through. “Theres that smile that broke my pool winning streak”,Jake smiles into your shoulder.

“Thank you Jake for loving me, thank you for piecing back my broken pieces”. you murmured quietly, knowing that if you go another octave higher theres a chance that you’ll start crying again.

“Oh baby I should be thanking you, you trusted me with your heart— and Y/n you were always whole you just didn’t feel it”.

My tummy doesn’t hurt anymore.

[skellymom]

hey skelly!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i was wondering if, perhaps, you could do a one shot with Hunter where 'reader' is sick???? please??? im currently very sick and its killing me :/

~ tysm, jamie <3

@fionajames my FRIENDO! I hope you feel better soon.

Here ya go! There is some lovey-dovey to this one shot, but done in a respectful manner. Angsty, implied nudity. SAFE FOR WORK! My apologies if the spelling or grammar is off. I wanted to bang this baby out quickly to get it to you!!!

Word Count: 907

Background: Reader is not feeling well. But Hunter will DEFINITELY help change that.

(Credit: Cool moving star dividers by @4ngelic-wh1spers )

"HEALING TOUCH" - Hunter x Reader Request

Kicking off the covers, you sighed from the heat.  

Heat from your fever. 

Tossing and turning, every part of the bed uncomfortable. Your joints ached as if packed with jagged glass.  

There was NO sleep for tonight. 

There was NO sleep for Hunter, either. 

He could hear as you thrashed about in bed. Feel your horribly high fever. 

It started with a general malaise...as Tech called it. Low level energy. Mild Lethargy. Your Sergeant noticed you were off. He ordered you to take a break from ration loading and lay down in your bunk on board the Marauder. 

You crashed out immediately. Thinking you would just sit, then lay down on your bunk for a MOMENT before getting undressed for bed...didn’t pan out. However, you woke up hours later UNDRESSED FOR BED clad in your rudimentary binder and underwear sleepwear. 

You SWORE you never got yourself ready for bed before hitting your bunk... 

You FINALLY awoke bathed in sweat. The room was too uncomfortably hot. You had to pee, but REALLY didn’t care to move. When your bladder threatened to overflow, you lurched to the refresher.  

Coming back from your trip left you winded and weak. 

But being worn out doesn’t promise sleep. Maybe one-minute intervals every 15 standard minutes. Jolting awake to lay in bed, then change position... 

...to lay in bed, then change position... 

...to lay in bed, then change position... 

...to lay in bed, then change position... 

Rinse, repeat 

Then your body temp dropped quickly, resulting in shivers. You burrowed into fetal position under the covers.  

“Y/N?” Your Sergeant whispers. His voice even smokier at a low register.  

His voice could still excites you...even being this sick.  

A prickle of heat makes its way up your body and over your face. You feel its tendrils envelope you, warm you up...then proceeds to shoot up to burning hot. 

“Hhmm...” Still weak as hell. 

“How you feeling?” Hunter reaches under the covers to feel your forehead and face. 

His strong callused hand tenderly slides down your forehead, then cups one side of your face, then the other. He takes his time to feel your body temperature. It’s a show of care with a side of sultry touch. 

Your body heats up to a definite fever pitch. 

“Ummm...” is ALL you can muster. EVERYTHING is SO MUCH! All of your senses being assaulted by your own body.  

Is this what it’s like for Hunter...all the time??? 

You try to mumble this statement to him. It comes out weak, incoherent...DELERIOUS. 

He’s pulled you upright in the bunk. Looking into your eyes. Oh...that man...he’s DIVINE! You think among other things that get lost in the mush of your thoughts. It’s SO HARD to think right now. 

Your perception blurs, then the room flips.  

“Y/N!!!” Is the last thing you hear... 

...waking up SHIVERING...in the cold rain? In just a binder and panties... 

As you focus your awareness slowly...while sitting on the refresher shower floor. Leaning against... 

HUNTER 

You are BOTH shivering in each other’s arms. His legs are spread out on either side of you. You were leaning on Hunter’s chest. He was drenched in the cold water and air as well...and shivering from the chill. 

Hunter was only wearing his Republic tightie-whities. They were drenched and stuck to him like a second skin...a rather translucent one. You covertly took in his “geography”. Muscular...neatly manicured body hair... 

“Y/N?” That smoky voice. 

“Hyeahhh...” You comically whispered. 

Hunter chuckled. Deep base in your ear against his firm, slightly furred chest.  

And he smelled AMAZING! It couldn’t be explained: like deep wilderness with the sunlight filtering through the trees...it’s warm fragrance...the sound of life in a place...the strength and heart of Oak trees...of safety in a green place  

Some approximation of that... 

You chuckled back “I think my fever’s broke.” in a guilty but emboldened whisper. 

“Hhm...you sure?” 

You sigh...he can feel the heat of your blush.  

He caresses your back. 

He knows how you feel about him. Could read you the moment you met. The little flirtations you sent out...that he returned... 

Could even feel the moment your fever broke, but continued to hold you to be sure, making sure your temperature never dropped too far down. 

Hunter’s been respectful. Waiting for your move. He’s doing that now, too. 

You reach up to trace your finger along his jawline, then caress the side of his face. You look up at him and hold his gaze. 

His eyes are soft but fierce. A small smile graces his lips. It’s an adoring face. 

Hunter reaches down to take your head gently in his hands. Then kisses your forehead, holding his lips to you for a moment. He takes in your scent. 

“I REALLY want to...I do. But now isn’t the best time.” Hunter senses your request. A responsible caretaker first, passionate partner later. 

He reaches up to turn off the refresher showerhead. Then proceeded to get you off the floor, dried, dressed, fed, and settled back into your bunk. 

“Get some sleep, Y/N. I’ll just be over in my...” 

You interrupt by grabbing Hunter’s hand before he can retreat. 

“Stay with me...big spoon?” 

He smiles. Then blushes. Then gives a mock stern face. 

“Of course...JUST strict bed rest. Cuddling only!” 

“Of course.” You smirk at Hunter. 

“You’re...going to make it really HARD ON me, huh?” 

“Bet your Duncan Hines Cake on it!” 

Hunter slid into the bunk and wrapped you up in him... 

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My love is sick

Astarion x GN Tav

Summary- From knowing nothing but pain to suddenly being treated with care Astarion can’t help but feel like there’s always a shoe waiting to drop…

Notes- kind of a wee venty work….im sorry…I will write fluff….at somepoint…anyway its midnight rn and I’ve typed this on my phone so apologises if theirs Grammer mistakes I’ll fix them tomorrow on my laptop lel

Sickly sweet.

That’s the only way Astarion can describe how he feels hearing how soft Tav speaks to him. Every soft spoken words of reassurance makes him feel sick, every comforting touch burns his skin, every kind action from them makes him feel disgusted, after everything they know about him from his time under Cazador, to the many lives he ruined using his charms after everything they both and their party have been through how can they still look at him with those eyes full of love? It disgusts him.

It disgusts Astarion to his very core that their wasting their time with him, he expects them to use him or grow tired of him but yet their still here, their still by his side after breaking his trance from the nightmares, they still offer their blood to him when needed, they still offer a shoulder for him to cry on, it truly turns his stomach that someone who radiates as much love and warmth as the sun would even spare him a second glance

“-Starion is everything okay? You’ve been glaring at your glass for the last minuet”

Shaking himself free from his thoughts he looks towords them only to be met with those eyes of concern

“I know the wine isn’t the best but I don’t think the glass deserves that glare”

Avoiding their eyes astarion can’t help but let out a sigh of frustration as he hears Tav continue to speak with nothing but kindness his anger and fear begin to bubble past boiling point as he is unable to contain his emotions as he slams the cup in the table before letting all his anger and fear come pouring out

“PLEASE JUST STOP”

Unable to hold in all the feelings Astarion can feel himself begin to spill out all his thoughts he’s tried to keep at bay and unable to stop

“JUST STOP TREATING ME AS A EQUAL CAUSE WE BOTH KNOW THAT ITS A LIE”

Feeling the air in the air turn to ice and feeling the eyes of their companions on them Tav just stays silent while letting Astarion unleash everything

“WHY DO YOU STILL PRETEND TO CARE?! IS IT FOR THE PITTY POINTS?! FOR THE THRILL OF HAVINF A VAMPIRE SPAWN IN YOUR PARTY”

“Of course not Star please jus-“

“WHY DO YOU CARE SO MUCH FOR A BROKEN SPAWN LIKE ME?!”

Feeling himself struggle to keep the tears at bay and clenching his fists even harder he can’t help but to look to the ground to avoid their look of pity

“I’m not even useful anymore so why do you still care”

Slowly raising from their chair and making their way over to Astarion, gently taking his hand into their own running their thumbs alongside his knuckles

“My star I do not pretend to care about you for pity nor to use you, I’m sorry that no one else has shown you such care and love in 200 years”

Placing a small kiss to his knuckles they let one of his hands free bring their hand to cup his face to slowly wipe his tears away

“I wish you could see yourself how I see you, I love you more than the gods, I’d fight the nine hells and back just to prove to you how much my heart is yours”

Snapping his head up to meet their eyes for the first time in what feels like forever Astarion can’t help but look at them with eyes full of hope but still holding a sense of fear

“For as long as I live and breath you own my heart Astarion not out of pity nor greed but for love, I’ll always be here for you and with you for as long as you’ll have me”

Feeling his lip tremble he can’t help but squeeze their hand as reassurance,

Smiling towards him and asking for his permission before making their way closer and bringing him into a warm embrace Astarion finally lets go of all the pain and doubt he felt as he also lets out a small apology for his outburst as he melts into the embrace while Tav holds him securely while playing with the curls in his

“I hope it’s okay for me to love you forever my star”

[xuhuihuis]

Wrong Move | Sung Hanbin

warnings: danceteacher!hanbin, dancer!reader, public sex, blowjob, petnames, dom!reader at the end

“Are we really making the same mistakes again?” Hanbin’s voice boomed through the crowded practice room. Hanbin ordered the full team to stay in the practice room late before leaving for the competition the next day. He wanted to spend the time correcting the small mistakes and the finer details, but he has ended up stressing himself out more than before. All he cared about was making everything as perfect as he could before you all had to get on that flight and then impress the judges. 

Normally, he wasn't this strict when it came to the day before the competition, but as it was one of the biggest of the year, Hanbin was much more on edge. You could see in his eyes how tired he was, and it made you feel bad for him. Spending way more hours than usual in the studio just to help the team get that first place trophy. By the blank look in his eyes, you could all tell that he wasn't very happy. Standing there, trying to avoid all eye contact with him as he runs his fingers through his hair, struggling to find the right words to say. 

“Do we really think that was acceptable? It was one of the messiest runs I have seen so far. The competition is tomorrow, people.” He looked around the room, almost looking for an answer, but there was no reply. The room was so silent that you could hear a pin drop. The way Hanbin was talking took you by surprise, as he was never like this, but now the sleepless nights working ungodly hours are catching up on both him and the rest of the team. 

There was a clear distance between Hanbin and you all, as you wanted to stay as far away from him as you could. A frustrated sigh fell from his lips, and he planted his hands on his hips before talking once again. His once angry look now became softer as he finally gave in to the frustration. The pressure was not helping the situation at all; now all you can do is try your best at the competition and then hope for the best. After all, Hanbin is one of the best dance teachers in the country. Everyone tried their best to even get a dance class with him, never mind being on the competition team and seeing him every day. 

“You can all head home now." His voice was almost a whisper that couldn’t be heard even from a couple feet away from him. Spending any more time in the studio than you already have would just ruin the end result of the day, as you are all so tired, so he needed you to all go home and rest finally. A couple of the members almost jumped for joy hearing the news; they couldn’t move quick enough to head home. Laughter erupted in the room as you all filed away one by one. Until it was just you left there in the room with Hanbin...

“Is everything okay, Hanbin?” Your voice snapped the man out of his own daydream, quickly turning around to see the serious concern on your face. Over the last couple weeks, he has felt so isolated and lonely, with no one else being there to talk to him on a human level. He felt so relieved to finally have this sense of relief in some way, and the fact it was with you made it better. Without saying a word, you pulled him over to the couch in the corner and sat facing Hanbin to give him your full attention. The man felt a weight come off his chest as he sat down with you before even talking about his worries. 

“Tell me everything." You looked deeply into his eyes as he started to ramble on about all of his worries about the competition ahead of you, also talking about the pressure that he has on him to make you all win. During the conversation, you never directed your attention away from him at all. 

You didn’t mean to, but unconsciously, your hand started to move up his arm to pet it in an innocent way to help calm Hanbin down. His skin was so soft and warm, just like his personality outside of the practice room. Accidentally, you choked on a moan as Hanbin flexed the muscle in his bicep as he moved on the couch. It then dawned on you that, for the last five minutes, you hadn’t listened to a word he said. 

“Y/N?” Hanbin looked at you blankly before you came back into reality to excuse yourself for what you had just done to him. This can’t be happening right now, can it? There was no denying that he was a very handsome man, but what if people see you both together? What if this has an effect on the team? Between you both, the tension could be cut with a knife, waiting on someone saying something or anything, for that matter. 

Quickly scrambling to your feet to try and run, but he used his strength against you to his advantage, pulling you into his lap and looking him straight in the eyes. He left you breathless and confused, to the point where you didn't know where to look. Now your heart was pounding out of your chest and pounding in your ears, taking over all of the other senses. Luckily, the full studio was now empty, looking down the corridor through the reflection in the mirror.

His thighs were so strong beneath you, feeling them flex every time he moved. As you adjusted yourself in his lap, you accidentally rubbed against his half-hard cock. Hanbin had done his best to hide it, but now he has been caught red handed. Just from feeling his cock through his shorts, you could tell how thick he was. Only imagining what he would feel like inside of you. 

Hanbin smiled from under you as he caught you looking at his lips, asking you to kiss him without saying it. He slowly wrapped his arms around your waist before pulling you in until your body was flushed against his chest. You could feel his cock begging for attention the more you moved on top of him. Hanbin was fighting everything inside of him to not give into the sinful desires, but the look in your eyes was making it impossible. 

Everything moves so fast as you lean in to finally kiss him, letting your lips melt against his. It felt like a weight had been lifted off your shoulder as you kissed him more, getting used to the sweet taste of his lips. Hanbin’s moans were muffled by your lips as you subtly grind your hips against his, trying to get a reaction out of him. Finally, letting your hands rest at the back of his neck, play with the stray hairs before pulling away. 

Even though this shouldn’t be happening in a professional setting, it just felt right in the moment, and no one was giving any permission. You didn’t expect to be drunk on the taste of Hanbin’s lips, but the subtle vanilla from his lip balm was becoming your new favourite thing. The poor man was sitting underneath you, more flustered than ever, with no kiss compared to what he just experienced with you. Quietly chuckling at the sight of his rosy cheeks from being so flustered and caught up in the moment,.

“Can you get on your knees for me, Y/N?” He whispered against the skin of your neck before you quickly moved between his legs into the space he created. Now. all things that would've been a distraction have faded into the background as you had the golden opportunity to make him feel so good. Letting your hands tease his clothed inner thighs as you get comfortable, watching closely at any reaction and using it to your advantage later. 

“Are you sure about this?” Your voice was filled with concern as you asked him one more time before going any further, stripping him of his shorts and underwear. Taking one last gulp before hooking your fingers underneath his shorts and underwear, getting them both off at the same time. Hanbin couldn’t help but groan at the feeling of finally being free from his constraints, letting his cock rest on his lower stomach. 

His cock was so thick and heavy on his stomach, leaking the prettiest pearly white beads of precum waiting on your lips being wrapped around him. It was one of the prettiest cocks you will ever see, most drooling and trying to take all of the beauty in. Hanbin couldn’t help but gain a confidence boost as he saw you gawk at just the sight of his cock. 

“Take your time, gorgeous,” Hanbin reminded you as he watched through half lidded eyes. Finally gaining confidence, you take his cock by the base in one hand as your tongue starts to lick the head, teasing him. Teasing the slit of his head with the tip of your tongue, beads of precum landed on your tongue. Surprisingly, he tasted divine, unlike some men you have dated before. All of your teasing was making Hanbin squirm in his place before you gave him more. 

Whimpering as a large amount of spit travels down the length of his cock, lubricating it more to make it easier to jerk him off and take him down your throat. Hanbin gasped loudly as your lips finally wrapped around his length, using your hands to jerk off the rest of what you couldn't take. Slowly bobbing your head up and down his length, never taking your eyes off of him. He was a simple man after all; just the innocent look in your eyes drove him wild. He is trying his best not to cum too early, giving you the time to really soak up what it is like to suck him off.

After a while, you did get used to the feeling of the weight of Hanbin’s cock on your tongue, and it was the one thing driving you wild. Slightly gagging, the more of his thick cock you took down your throat, the more he was starting to slowly fall in love with you. He let his hands reach down to you to hold onto your cheeks, caressing them with such love as you battled to take every inch of his cock. One day you would be able to take him all, but today wasn't that day. But you never know.

“Fuck, you're so good, darling." Hanbin gritted through his teeth as you jerked him off quicker and hollowed out your cheeks, sucking on him that little bit harder. He was unable to think straight, never mind thinking about holding back on his orgasm. Very quickly, his high built up once again, attempting to warn you, but you were in your own world, getting too drunk on lust.

All Hanbin could do was sit there and take it, holding back any stray hair from your face. You were determined to make him cum, wanting to see how pretty he looked as his eyes rolled to the back of his head and his whole body shook from pleasure. Your moans around his cock sent shivers up his spine, only pushing his orgasm closer. Looking up from the spot between his legs, you were met with a beautiful sight of Hanbin trying to grip onto the arms of the couch to ground himself. 

“It's too much!” His voice was like a broken call for help as his hips thrust messily into your mouth. Closing your eyes tightly before he shoots warm, white, thick ribbons down your throat. You moaned as he squirmed all because of you; no one else has ever made him cum this early.

"Aww, such a bad boy. Did I give up permission?” He looked at you with a blank expression, thinking of what he could've done wrong. After all, you were the one that made him feel so good, but is he a good boy or a brat? It was going to be a long night for him; he just knew it would be.

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[cypherthesuccubus]

Rekindle Our Spark~ (FINALE)

Alastor x reader -Part 5- (NSFW) (MDNI)!!!!!

Warnings: smut, 18+, predator/prey, murder, S&M, bondage, knife play, blood kink, marking, cock worship, pussy worship, body worship, dom/sub, breath play, she/her pronouns, vaginal sex, breeding, creampie, rutting

Other tags: Fluff and Angst

Aftercare always!!!~✨

Prepare yourselves, my darlings~ cause I’m not going to take it easy on you~ 😈🔞✨

(Y/N’s P.O.V)

Alastor’s words like silk in my ear, as I feel his swollen tip press into my entrance; shuddering just from the pressure and aching to be filled completely. In one fell swoop, he thrusts his entire length inside me; making a high pitched moan escape my throat as his cock stretches me to his massive size. “You’re so tight, my dear.~ You’re practically sucking me in.~” Alastor practically growls in my ear, as he slowly pulls out just to slam it back in; the tip now fully penetrating my cervix. My body trembles as a silent cry of pleasure could only come out my mouth; tears brimming at the corners of my eyes from these overwhelming sensations. He continues the slow, but hard thrusts into me; my inner walls burn from the sensation of being stretched over and over. His heavy breathing, like music to my ears as it further turns me on; feeling like helpless prey in the claws of a hungry predator. “You take me so well, darling.~ Let’s see how well you can handle this next part.~” Alastor then picks up speed; his balls now slapping against my clit with every hard thrust. This man has made my body convulse and writhe in immense pleasure that only he knew how to do it; almost as if he knew what my body craved before all this happened.

All I can hear is the sounds of our bodies melding together in such a beautiful and rough display; breathy moans and whines escape my throat as he pounds me into the table like I’m nothing. I then feel his free hand brush my hair away from my neck; his warm breath against my skin causes goosebumps to rise, as I feel his lips gently brush against my sensitive flesh. “You have no clue how long I’ve been waiting to claim you, my dear.~ To finally own what’s rightfully mine.~” I let out a sensual moan as his tongue slowly licks along my neck and up to my ear. His teeth nips at my earlobe ever so slightly; causing me to shiver. “Your reactions are intoxicating.~ I need to see more of them.~” Alastor then picks me up by my neck roughly; flipping my body onto my back while still sheathed inside me. I look up at him in shock from the abrupt movements, but quickly was replaced by pleasure from him slamming into me. He leans over my body; placing both hands on the edges of the table with a grip that was causing the wood to crack under the pressure. “Now~…..I want to see…every….lovely expression.~ So do not hide a single one from me, darling.~

(Alastor’s P.O.V)

The way she writhed and whimpered under me further brought my primal urges forward. (Y/N’s) lovely expressions only adding fuel to the fire. Such an obedient little doe.~ My pace quickens as well as the strength behind my thrusts increases; causing my little doe to cry out in such agonizing pleasure. “A-Alastor!!!!~….more!!!~ I need more!!!~” She arches her back; further pressing her body into me as I inhale her scent deeply. I couldn’t hold back anymore as my lips graze her neck; opening my jaw as I sink my teeth into her sensitive skin. She cries out as her body tenses from under me; blood seeping down her shoulder as it slowly drips onto the table. The taste was intoxicating; ranging from the familiar metallic, but rich and sweet at the same time. I start to lap at the open wound as I continue to slam myself into her; her body becoming a trembling mess from my ministrations. This has been more entertaining than I originally thought.~ I let go of her neck as I growl against her ear “Prepare yourself, darling.~” I didn’t give her time to respond as I inhumanly rut into her heat; all the way to the hilt as my pelvis abuses hers without mercy.

Her cries and screams are music to my ears, as I draw closer to my climax. “A-ALASTOR!!!!!~….I’M….I-I’M SO C-CLOSE!!!!~” Her inner walls have begun to clamp down onto me as my thrusts became short and quick. “Then cum for me, my little doe.~” On command like a good girl, she completely unravels herself onto me; screaming with her claws digging into my back, as she presses her body into me once more. With an animalistic growl, I soon follow after; filling her to the brim as my claws that were gripping the edges of the table; completely snapping from the pressure. Out of breath and shaking, her face flushed with a look a pure bliss. I chuckle as I brush the stray strands of hair out her face “Are you still here, my dear?” She takes a minute to catch her breath; giving a breathy moan in agreement to my question. I slowly remove myself from her now cum soaked entrance; seeing mine leak out of her and onto the grass floor. I snap my fingers to summon little demons to draw a bath for us, as I gently pick her up bridal style. She stirs slightly as I cradle her close to my chest; carefully removing any excess clothing from her form.

I gently place her into the warm water, as I disrobe myself from the rest of my clothing as well; entering behind her as I gently adjust her against me. (Y/N) sighs as she nestles into my chest fluff; reaching for the body wash as I dab a generous amount on the luffa and start to wash her throughly. “How are you feeling, my dear?” She turns to meet my gaze with the most blissful smile shown across her face “I feel amazing~….thank you, Alastor.~” I chuckle as I reach for the shampoo; massaging it into her scalp as she becomes putty in my hands. “You’re welcome.~ only the best treatment for my little doe.~” She giggles as she leans into my ministrations; completely relaxing against my body. After the bath, I snap my fingers; fully clothed us in comfortable pjs as I carry her back into the room. I carefully place her underneath the blankets as I soon follow after; pulling her close to me as I gently stroke her hair. She looks up at me as I gently place a kiss on her lips “If I would have known things were gonna end up like this, I would have made our deal sooner when we were alive.”

She giggled as I in turn let out a small chuckle in response. “My how bold you are, my dear.~ But let’s rest for now. It’s important to replenish our energy.” She yawns in response; nestling into my chest as she wraps her arms around me “You’re right~…good night, Al.~” I in turn wrap my arms around her as I place a gentle kiss on her forehead “Good night, my little doe.~”