#I'm still staying back for a bit but this thought just festered in my mind

[bigfatbimbo]

AHHHHH THANK YOU FOR SAYING MY WRITING ABOUT VELVETTE WAS IN CHARACTER :))) YOU GORGEOUS BEAST. Oh yeah. Yes. 🫶 anon is me, I am 🫶 anon. Here with some fresh baked goodies (art I finished the second you responded to my ask) I'd like to share with The Public™ !

Before that though, thank you, and I mean THANK YOU for being so kind to my mid writing! You're a real angel, thank you truly. And also thank you for disregarding any appaling spelling mistakes I may or may not have made, I started learning english 4 years ago ahaha x-)

I just had to get out of anon so I could share my abominations (art) with you! Calling whatever I'm making "art" is still a bit of an overstatement considering how. Uhmm. Well, not good I am at that, but, never the matter! All of this preface is irrelevant.

I am ecstatic to hear that you'd like to hear my thoughts on Lucifer, however. Because I drew about precisely that.

Not my proudest work, considering it was made in like 20 minutes with my fingers at the end of my shift, but I had to do something about the thoughts festering in my brain about him after I started reading your blog. I made it a point to not crop the fact that the reader is kneeling to his height, I found it to be a fun little addition.

ANYWAYY!! I have a few words about this piece, as always. Wait. Well, not always this isn't routine yet. You'll be bombarded by my artwork on a practically daily basis from now on ahaha :))

Anyway².

It was always a maddening feeling for him, when you pulled him into the nearest unoccupied room in your line of sight. The way that his breath would get heavy and uneven, he felt overwhelmingly hot as you nearly kneel down to his height, sliding your hands over his body like you owned it. Owned him. He'd grab onto your thigh for support since his own legs betrayed him and started to get all wobbly, he couldn't trust himself to stay standing in his current state.

Whenever you decided to do these things to him he'd feel like it was the first time all over again, his mind would go blank; it was always so exciting, he was practically losing his mind already, really. All of his confidence built up by the both of you due to your insessant reassurance and praises that allowed him to tease you when he felt particularly bold (having now the knowledge that you wouldn't leave him if he weren't "perfect", whatever perfect may mean to him, anyway.) quickly drained out of him, all he can feel is this...desperation to feel you more, no matter how close you two already were. He needed you so terribly much, the way he couldn't keep his own noises down got a giggle out of you. It made the strain in his pants ever the more noticeable for him.

Were he any more coherent, he'd probably try to shut such thoughts down, they would have made him feel like any other cheap sinner he'd openly look down with disgust upon. He was, still, the king of pride, the feeling was so completly alien to him, this.. lust? He couldn't attach a word to his thoughts in these moments. Don't ask so much of him! He was never so overwhelmed by (what we both know is) love, not with his ex-wife, at least. It enticed him equally as much as it terrified him.

"Ex-wife". A title that permeated through your brain as you got a hold of his hand and gently slid the wedding band off his ring finger. You mindlessly throw the sign of his hold on the past across the room, a sharp metallic noise is heard as it hit the wooden floors. He flinched at the noise, but not once did he look away from you. In fact, he leaned back on you further after you had thrown the ring onto the floor, bright, glowing eyes looking into yours with palpable anticipation. A clear solidification of your victory, according to yourself.

You won! You can't help the grin that grew on your lips as you tugged on his pants, the friction of that movement earned a yelp from him.

Oh yes.

You should be proud of yourself.

This was going to be a long, long, long night.

AHAHAHAAAA! I LOVE HIM. I am the Anne Boleyn to his Henry the VIII sometimes. Oh yes, in case you were perhaps wondering, the piece I had previously made inspired by your works was relating to the post where his wings and horns came out during sex. A lovely mental image, that post earned. But, that abomination is too horrifying to be unleashed onto The Public™. Your stellar writing also forced me to learn how to draw Vox, so, be proud of yourself for that one!

About trying to get you to post about adam; don't worry! Or do, who knows what your goal is, but I will talk about him in your asks like a maniac and attempt to appeal to whatever in your brain makes you like a pathetic man. I want to eat him, like, actually cut him open and eat his heart and gnaw on his bones. (Whats up with cannibalistic ace/aros? Me and alastor twinning on occasion fr.)

About literally everyone else; I must inform you that sir pentious drives me nuts. Woe the snake flood be upon ye. You're about to listen to me talk about his 2 dicks insessantly.

I await your response! I would adore to hear your thoughts. Your reactions to my last ask tasted of a pâte sucrée tart with vanilla custard and strawberries for the filling. (By the way this isn't like a joke or anything? I taste and smell words, feel textures when listening to music and attach colors to textures. Like, this is actually what that felt like to me. I hope you are aware of that.)

Signing off from another abhorrently long ask,

-🫶 anon, now revealed to be a coquette coded woman.

AAAAAAHHSJDJDJDKKDJ

Let me compose myself because OH MY GODDDDD.

This reveal is absolutely crazy omg HIIII👋👋

ALSO THE ART IS INSANE YOU DID THAT IN 20 MINUTES????? WITH YOUR FINGERS????????

I’m going nuts over here. Thats actually amazing from the way that Lucifer looks to the lighting of the scene. I’m absolutely awed.

Also the little drabble you wrote had be gagged like I so didn’t expect it to hit that hard what?? You’re a really good writer to be honest, oh my god!

Oh and… if you wanna message me that one piece of art inspired by the pegging Lucifer fic… actually let me rephrase. PLEASE message me that one piece of art inspired by the pegging Lucifer fic.

“Your reactions to my last ask tasted of a pâte sucrée tart with vanilla custard and strawberries for the filling”

By far my favorite compliment yet from you. They just keep getting more creative HELP I LOVE THEM.

Oh and, lastly, I am SO looking forward to more artwork from you. You’re truly amazing!

[heykoonsy]

Word Count: 7k +

Pairing: Danny x Female Reader

Summary: After a rough breakup lands you alone at the bar, you go home with some rando that's far too eager to cure what ails you.

Content Warnings: 18+, contains oral–female and male receiving, unprotected sex, face-sitting, praise, spanking and mild choking.

HEARTBREAK HEALER

You watched as the bartender poured your next shot. She seemed a little concerned, clearly becoming unsettled with how much tequila you were putting away. You'd been swallowing your feelings here for the last hour, keeping to yourself as patrons came and went. Still, she pushed the glass across the bar and showed you a tight smile. 

You nodded a quick thank you and took the shot. It burned, but it still didn't satiate the hatred that had been festering in your chest.

Fuck. Him.

Your eyes stung with bitter tears as the thoughts you had been pushing from your head all night came rushing forward. You played the fight over and over again in your mind despite the futility. Racking your brain over what you said and what he said wasn't going to fix anything.

You waved the bartender over for another shot. You'd drink until you couldn't remember his stupid face, or the way he looked at you like you were out of line for being angry. 

"It was just a few messages," he said, prying his phone from your hands.

"Messages about you fucking," you added angrily.

"So what? You haven't exactly been such a joy to be around these days," he scoffed. 

"What is that supposed to mean?" You asked, knowing what he's referring to, but challenging him to say it.

He stayed quiet for a minute. "Ever since I told you about the party you've been a real cunt."

Game. On.

"Miguel found you in the bathroom with your hand up a girl's skirt. I don't get to be pissed?"

"Yeah, you get to be pissed, but it's been months. We were both drunk!"

"You cut Miguel off so he couldn't tell me! I had to find out from her."

"This again!? We just keep having the same fight!"

"Get out of my fucking apartment!"

You swallowed the lump in your throat. Fucking prick.

Your lamenting was cut short by the bartender bringing you another shot and a small platter. "Here, these are for you."

You looked at the plate of mozzarella sticks in front of you, your stomach growling immediately from the inviting smell. You looked over where the bartender was gesturing towards. 

You pressed your lips into your best fake smile as you swept your eyes over him. He was tall, but trying to hide it by slouching on the stool. He was wearing a thick brown coat and a flannel underneath. The bulk of his curly hair fell along his back, but a few stray strands gathered along his neck. He gave a small smile and a wave. 

You turned to the mozza sticks, your stomach urging you to take a bite. You hadn't eaten since your coworker offered you that protein bar this morning. You knew you were hungry…but…

"Not a fan?" He asked, pointing towards the food.

"No, I love them, but…" you trailed off.

He made a face like he couldn't hear, so he grabbed his beer and made his way over to you.

If you were being honest, you were not ready to entertain a conversation right now. All you wanted was to drink yourself stupid and walk home, not talk with some rando over some mozzarella sticks. But, you still did what you could to seem polite. 

He settled onto the stool next to you. The first thing you noticed was the smell of his cologne as he got comfortable. It was citrusy–with a hint of spice, and it was a stark departure to the Old Spice your boyfriend sported. Here was a man who took pride in his scent.

"Sorry, music was crazy loud over there."

"I love mozza sticks, but I'm feeling a bit sick to my stomach right now."

"It's probably all the tequila," he chuckled. "You trying to meet God?"

You smiled, the comment catching you off guard. "Nah, just having a rough night."

He nodded and sipped his beer. "I hear that."

"Here, I tend to throw up when I'm…upset," you slid the plate over to him.

"That rough, huh?"

You threw back the shot and put the glass at the edge of the bar. "I think I broke up with my boyfriend."

"You think?"

"Well, it's been over for a while, but I just found out tonight."

"He sounds like a prick," he said. 

"You'd be correct," you said. "I'm y/n, by the way."

"Danny," he tipped his beer to you. "So what did he do?"

"Are you gonna judge me?"

"Maybe," he said, pulling a mozza stick off the plate between the two of you.

You chuckled, "Well, about a month ago he went to a party with some friends. One of those friends, Miguel, found him in the bathroom fooling around with some girl."

"Oof," Danny cringed. "And he just told you tonight?"

You stayed quiet. 

"Y/n, no."

"I wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt. Besides, the girl told me–Melissa–she said that they were both trashed and she came onto him."

"So you believed him," he said. "And stayed."

You nodded.

"I get it. Who wants to believe their partner is a scumbag?"

"Well, he actually is a scumbag. Tonight he said I've been a real cunt ever since I found out about it."

"He actually said that? Like, to your face!?" He whispered harshly.

You nodded. It felt nice that someone was on your side. Your mother said forgiving him was going to be the biggest mistake you ever made–and your friends outright laughed at you for staying with him. Instead of giving you any helpful advice, they chose to belittle what you thought was your best quality: your forgiving nature. All you could hear were their I told you so's. So you didn't call them–instead you made your way to Kenzie's. It was funny. You'd known your mother your whole life–and some of your friends just about as long. But Danny, who you'd known for barely ten minutes, was showing you more respect than any of them. 

It was fucked up, but there really wasn't anything you could do about that tonight. 

"I've been thinking about it, and he's right about one thing. I wanted to forgive him but all I've been doing is punishing him."

"Punishing him?"

"Not talking, avoiding him, blowing up over small stuff. I mean, I'm trying. But he literally cut off Miguel so that I wouldn't find out his secret."

Danny nodded along like he understood, which, even if he didn't, was all you really needed. A judgment-free listener. He pushed the plate back to you. You looked at him, finding his honey-brown eyes for the first time. They narrowed as a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. 

You grabbed one off the plate and waved it at him. "Okay, but you have to hold back my hair if I puke."

He grabbed one too, "Will do."

The two of you talked for a while longer. Instead of worrying about your imploding personal life, you gravitated towards topics like work, the latest TV shows and how you both were still grieving Vine. 

He was easy to talk to–you realized as you sipped the vodka cranberry he convinced you to order. He said something about being squeamish, so he probably wouldn't be able to hold up his end of the deal if you had gone full exorcist. The shots had already done their job anyway–they significantly dulled the pain and quieted your anger. But that wasn't all they did. Strangely, you felt like yourself again. Not jealous or spiteful…or a cunt. You were y/n again. 

You watched as Danny raved on about his best friend Sam. Apparently the two of them were supposed to hang out tonight but his girlie needed some attention. Oh well, he figured. Might as well salvage what he could of the night. 

"Aw, you got stood up and I got cheated on," you laughed. "Match made in heaven."

Danny snorted. "Yeah, I guess so."

You finished your drink and looked at your phone. No texts. Not even a notification from Candy Crush. You exhaled through your nose. It was time to go home, you thought as you put your phone into your purse. 

"Well Danny, it might be time for me to head home."

"You have far to go?" 

You shook your head. "I live in the area."

He gave you a half-smile, "That's good."

You slid off the stool and went up to the bartender to pay your tab. When you walked past Danny he was chugging his beer. Once he noticed you looking at him, he looked like he wanted to speak with you. You waited patiently, adjusting your purse under your arm. 

"Look, y/n, I don't usually do this," he said standing up. He rubbed the side of his neck with his hand. "But I liked getting to know you, tonight. And I want to continue."

"Pay your tab," you said plainly.

Danny looked at you quizzically, his eyes moving to each of yours. "Do you want this?"

You considered the question for a moment. You had two options here. You could go home to your empty apartment plastered with happy pictures you didn't recognize yourself in. Drunk call your mom and cry. Fall into bed with the TV on. Or you could take Danny home tonight. Let him show you what else you'd been missing out on. Rebound your way past this broken heart.

You chose the latter. "Take me home," you looked up at him through your eyelashes. 

Danny nodded at you and went to pay his tab.

It was a short walk to your apartment, only about ten minutes–and you both took your time. You told him that you'd initially moved here to be closer to your job and stayed because you fell in love with the locals. Like the owner of Kenzie's who let local bands play on Friday's and hosted Bingo for the Veterans fundraiser every second Tuesday. Or the owner of Caldwell Diner who always put whipped cream on her cappuccino. Or the mayor who bought everyone a shot if he’d won some money gambling on the game. 

Danny laughed along, saying that his town wasn't nearly as cool. The only cool thing they had was a drive-in–a dying breed. You smiled and said you hadn't been to one in years, and he playfully invited you out. Contingent on whether or not you liked what he had to offer when you got home.

"This is me," you said. You stepped up to your apartment, keys already in hand. You twisted your wrist and pushed the door open. You walked in first, turning on the light in the living room.

Danny looked around, eyes tracing everything from your furniture to your smallest of decorations. Hopefully he wouldn't notice all of the photos of you and your boyfriend…ex boyfriend. 

"So clean," he said, smiling. 

"Yeah, I haven't been home much. Work."

You dropped your purse on the couch and began to take off your coat. You reached out your hand to take Danny's. Once he got the picture, he shimmied it off his shoulders and handed it over. Once you hung them both on the coat rack, you turned to him. He was standing across from you, picking at his cheek nervously .

"I'm gonna do this now," Danny said as he leaned forward and captured your lips. 

You accepted the kiss happily and took Danny's face in your hands. You felt his hands grab your hips, his fingers looping through your belt loops so he could pull you closer. He seemed to loom over you, bending over slightly to kiss you deeper. You hummed against his lips, feeling your chest ignite with passion for the first time in a long time. 

You pulled away first, your hand finding Danny's so you could lead him to your bedroom. Taking him down the hallway in between the living room and kitchen, you opened the door of your bedroom. As soon as you closed the door, you pushed Danny towards the wall, ignoring the light switch altogether. You let your hand press into him, feeling the heat of his chest beneath your palm. You could feel the faintest thumps of his heart–a steady rhythm that was increasing. 

You looked up at him, your eyes making it very clear what you were about to do. You lifted up the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head. You let it fall to your left as your eyes met Danny's. He looked at you with parted lips, begging for another kiss. You didn't falter, and gave him exactly what he wanted. You pressed your body against him, mouths meeting somewhere in the middle. You felt his hands travel up your hips and towards the small of your back. He held you close, his mouth leaving yours to leave a trail of kisses along your neck. 

You felt his soft tongue move across your skin, lapping at the sensitive flesh. You closed your eyes and let your mouth fall open as you drank in the pleasure of his touch. He moved slowly, perhaps savoring this moment.

You pressed your hands against him, bringing them up to his shoulders. You pulled him away from your neck so that you could kiss him again. Once your lips grazed each other, you began to walk him towards the bed. He halted.

"Wait," he said. 

You stopped, eyes finding his. You kicked off your shoes and undid the button of your pants, eager to have his eyes everywhere else. Your pants fell and you kicked them to the side.

He swallowed hard upon seeing you in your bra and panties. 

"What is it?" You said, looking at him through your eyelashes. 

He bit his bottom lip. "What are you into?" 

"Huh?"

"I want you to get everything you want tonight," he said. "Tell me how I can make that happen."

You sat on the bed, taking in the proposal. He watched as you swayed your knee back and forth, the outline of your pussy playing peek-a-boo through your panties.

"I've got a praise kink," you said to at least give him something to go off of.

He nodded along. It looked like he expected more.

"And I like it rough-ish," you said, feeling awkward.

This time when you looked up at him he was studying your face. But, just as quickly, he turned his attention towards undressing. He took off his shirt immediately.

"I can work with that," he said, dropping his shirt on the floor.

You watched as he took a hair tie from his wrist and tied back his hair sloppily. You watched a few loose strands fall behind him, sloping down his neck. His shoulders were thick and wide, and his arms were too. Fuck, you thought. He really was gorgeous. 

You felt a dull ache in your pussy and you shut your knees together to soothe it. 

Danny stepped out of his shoes and walked closer to you. When you moved back along the bed, he grabbed your knee and lifted it up. 

"Alright baby girl," he said, his tone soft and angelic. "I'm going to slide off your panties."

Baby girl, it sounded so sweet rolling off his tongue. You bit your lip, letting your upper row graze against the reddening flesh. Danny reached for your panties, his pinky hooking against the waistband. You leaned back and let them be slowly removed. Danny inhaled sharply at the sight of you below him. 

He fell to his knees. You looked over your thigh at him. 

"Can you open your legs for me, baby girl? I want to see that beautiful pussy."

You felt your heart skip a beat–and just as you were asked–you lifted your right leg and placed it on the other side of him. You felt embarrassed as he drank in the sight of you spread-eagle. You were tempted to shut your legs, but you were stopped when he began running his hand along your inner thigh. 

You followed his hot hand with your eyes as his fingers connected with your wet folds. 

"Oh baby girl, you are just dripping," he said, breathlessly. "Do you want me to take care of it?"

You nodded shyly. 

"Let me hear that voice, honey."

"Yes, please," you said, feeling so vulnerable. 

Danny used his thumb to stroke your folds, acquainting himself with all of your most precious parts. Almost absentmindedly, he dragged himself over your clit and you whimpered. 

"Does it feel good there, baby?" He asked.

"Yes, it feels so good."

"Do you want my mouth on you, baby girl?" He said as he leaned in, letting puffs of air graze against your skin.

"I do," you begged.

Danny pulled you closer to the end of the bed and positioned your legs so that they were over his shoulders. You fell back against the bed, embarrassed by the position. He was so close–too close–to the place only your boyfriend was allowed to fondle. But he wasn't here right now, was he?

You felt Danny's lips drag along your pussy–you felt the soft sweeping motion again and again. He was teasing you. You lifted yourself up onto your elbows just in time to catch the show. Danny dipped low, his hot mouth giving one long swipe of his tongue across your folds. 

You jolted against his touch, gasping slightly. 

"How long has it been," Danny said, moving to kiss your inner thigh, "since he held you like this?" He gestured towards you; your legs over his shoulders, your aching pussy below his chin, your breasts nearly popping out of your bra.

You hadn't thought about it. Lately you hadn't had much fun in the bedroom. Each time you undressed yourself for him it felt like just another chore–more about a release than strengthening a connection. But that wasn't his question, was it?

"A few months," you said.

"What a fucking waste," you heard him growl. 

You looked down at him, honestly curious how he could say such a thing. You weren't anything special–just some random chick he caught shooting tequila. He didn't know you, or your boyfriend. But that didn't make you any less flattered by his words–even if you didn't quite believe them. You watched as his eyes danced along your naked body before falling on yours. He made a show of lowering his head back to your pussy, maintaining eye contact as he pressed his mouth against you.

You gasped again at the heat of his mouth.

"Seeing you all laid out like this; such a good girl. It's been so long, huh?" He gently licked you again, tasting you. "I'm gonna enjoy making you squirm."

As if to punctuate his last sentence, he separated your folds and began tracing them with his tongue. You moaned, feeling the gentle tickling coax more wetness from your pussy. You could feel it begin to collect, making the air around you that much colder. You hoped he wouldn't notice, but with the position he had you in, he would. It was only a matter of time.

He dipped his tongue low, teasing the entrance to your pussy. He lapped up the moisture there.

"Is my girl that starved for attention?"

You slumped onto your back, embarrassed.

"No, no," he said, pulling your arm so that you would sit up again. "I want you to watch me."

You did as he wanted and sat up. Your eyes swept over the scene again. You watched as his tongue lapped at you, separating your folds and making you moan. Then, you felt his lips touch your clit. Your lips parted with another whimper. But this time he continued suckling gently at it with his mouth instead of stopping. You moved your hips forward, for more pressure, and he rewarded your squirms with exactly what you wanted.

"Good girl, ask for what you want," he said against your pussy. 

You moaned as he pulled your folds into his mouth, gently sucking them for a moment. You exhaled, not realizing you had been keeping your breath in. He moved one hand down from your thigh and began playing with your folds. He moved them apart, separating them to make way for his tongue to lap against your clit again. You moaned, pushing your hips up, following him as he backed up. You were awarded with another gentle lick. He pressed his nose against your clit, burying his face in your pussy as he collected all the delicious moisture you'd been producing. 

"Such a good girl," he breathed. "Fuck, he was really missing out."

He traced your folds with his index finger, circling your clit gently. Then, he slipped it downwards, moving slowly until it reached your hole. He twisted his finger around and began inserting it inside you. You squirmed at the sudden intrusion, but you were too wet for it to hurt. You gasped at the touch. Fuck, when was the last time you'd been fingered? 

"So wet, fuck," he said, more to himself than to you.

You whimpered as he inserted another finger. You felt him begin to move them slowly inside you, curling gently upwards. You widened your legs, realizing that you had begun to shut them when he was licking your clit. He smiled below you and rewarded you again. He pressed his mouth against your clit, kissing it. You jolted at the sidden stimulation. You felt your pussy clench around his fingers. A small moan fell from your lips.

"Do you want me to make you cum?" He asked, his voice gentle but heady. 

You nodded, hoping that he would do that again. 

"I want to hear you say it, baby girl."

You looked him in the eyes, lips parting. "I want you to make me cum, with your mouth…and fingers," you breathed out.

Danny didn't waste any time. He was slow at first–wiggling his fingers inside you and lapping lazily at your clit. But your orgasm was building. You could tell by the way your fingers were weaving through his hair, the way your legs cramped and your toes curled. You put your right hand down, grabbing at the sheets below you. He noticed and took your hand in his–threading your fingers together. 

He picked up the pace, moving his fingers in time with his tongue. You moaned, tightening your grip on his hand instead of his hair. You looked down at him, where his face was buried in your pussy. His head bobbed downward as he let his mouth suck gently on your clit, curling his fingers inside you.

"Danny," you moaned. "Fuck."

He hummed against your clit, sending a shiver down your spine. You tugged at his hair but released it quickly. You moved your hips forward.

"More," you pleaded. "I'm so close, Danny."

He did as he was told, pulling your clit into his mouth and applying more pressure this time as he sucked. He circled his fingers around inside of you, coaxing another moan from you. 

"God, yes, Danny, " you moaned loudly. 

How long had it been since you were this turned on? Since you moaned this loudly? Had it ever been like this with him? 

Danny brought you back from your thoughts with more tickling and teasing. Then he sucked you back into his mouth.

You gasped, feeling your orgasm encroaching. You flattened your palm against the bed, tapping your fingers in a small rhythm. Danny noticed, but didn't stop, thank God. He watched as your fingertips danced along the bed until finally…

You groaned, feeling your orgasm wash over you as Danny continued to lick your clit. You immediately fell back onto the bed, your hips bucked at the sensation, feeling your pussy clench around Danny's thick fingers. He rode out your orgasm with you, feeling every pulse of your heartbeat, every bead of sweat form, every breath you took. 

You tried to move, but you just weren’t up to the task quite yet. Danny moved your thighs off of his shoulders and got up from the floor. He stretched his legs for a moment and began taking off his shoes. He heard them clatter on the wooden floor. You watched as he began unbuttoning his pants. 

"How did it feel, baby?"

"Amazing," you breathed out.

"You ready for more?" He asked, palming his hard cock.

You nodded your head upon the mere thought of his thick cock inside you. "I'm ready," you said.

"Good girl, now raise your ass for me," he said calmly. 

You did as you were told, turning around and moving forward on the bed to make room for him. You lowered yourself to your elbows and raised your ass, your lower back arching.

You were awarded with a firm slap on your ass as Danny climbed onto your bed behind you. You felt his jeans brush your ass as he pressed himself against you. You gasped, feeling his hand cup your pussy. He began playing with your clit again and you wriggled beneath him.

"My cock is so eager for you baby," Danny said, punctuating his sentence by sliding his hard cock along your clit. 

You could feel the slickness of your folds against his warm skin. God, the sounds your pussy made when he thrust it forward again was horrifically erotic. Your pussy ached with the desire to be filled so you arched your ass higher in the air. 

"Yeah, baby? You want me to fuck you?"

"Yes," you said, voice sweet with need. "I want you to fuck me like he never did." You looked over your shoulder at Danny, who was biting his lower lip. 

Danny began to slide his cock along your folds again, giving your clit another playful caress with his head. He could tell you liked it because you gave a purr in response. 

"Condom?" He asked, voice thick with need.

"I'm on the pill," you said, moving your hips back. "And I'm kind of a cum slut?"

You heard a noise escape Danny's throat. You weren't sure what you heard. A grunt of approval? You shook it from your mind. 

Danny slapped your ass again, then palmed your cheeks, spreading them apart slightly. You felt him lineup his cock behind you, felt his thick head against yourself.

Danny slowly rocked his hips forward, sending his cock right past your entrance and into the wet walls of your pussy. You heard his breath hitch behind you.

"Fuck," you heard him say as his cock retreated.

You felt every inch of him as he sank his cock deeper inside you after his initial thrust. There was absolutely nothing on your mind besides the pure pleasure you were feeling. You moaned as his thick cock made more progress, you felt his thighs against yours. He was all the way in, you could tell because you could feel the thick base of his cock stretching you out. 

For a moment, the two of you didn't move. Danny rested his palms on your ass, digging his nails in slightly.

"Fuck, y/n, you're so tight." Danny breathed out.

You smiled below him, happily receiving the compliment. 

He dipped his head towards you, his torso warming the exposed flesh of your back. You felt his lips against the nape of your neck. "I want you playing with that clit of yours," he said softly.

You reached your hand between your legs and began circling your clit with your fingertips. You moaned into the sheets below. Danny saw you comply, so he began to rock his hips back and forth, making the mattress sway and the frame creak. 

He could feel you tense up each time you moaned, cinching around his cock like a vice. You could tell with every thrust that he was losing control. 

He smacked your ass again, making you groan with pleasure. You pushed your ass into his next thrust, earning you another swat. You chuckled, and it seemed to drive Danny crazy as he fucked you. You looked over your shoulder at him again, mouth open, gasping for air as he slammed his cock inside you faster. 

"Pull my hair," you demanded, clenching around him.

Danny removed his hand from your ass and threaded his fingers through your hair. He tightened his grip and yanked you off of your elbows. Your hands went to support you as he lifted your chest off the mattress. His pace got quicker, and the angle changed. He slammed his cock against your cervix, coaxing very deep, throaty moans from you.

You moved your hand back to your clit, playing with yourself just as he ordered you to. From where your fingers were circling your clit, you could feel him pounding your pussy with no mercy. He yanked on your hair again, coaxing another throaty moan and some spit from your mouth. You licked at it, trying to collect yourself. You gasped as another jab into your cervix forced your pussy to clench around him. 

"It's like my cock was made for your pussy," he said through gritted teeth. "I can bury every inch inside you."

You moaned again, feeling another orgasm build in the pit of your stomach. And, as if Danny could sense it, he took his cock out of you. You whimpered, your pussy feeling empty without his cock. 

Danny slid himself underneath your pussy and coaxed you to lower yourself down onto his face. You complied, desperate to feel his mouth on you again. You sat down, feeling his nose press against your clit first and foremost. Then…you felt his tongue against you. There was this immediate need you felt to start moving your hips. Danny sensed your hesitation and tapped your thigh. You lifted yourself up, hovering above him.

"Ride my face baby girl," he said, mouth covered in your wetness. 

You sat down again and did as you were told. You waited until he started moving his tongue again, dancing between your folds and your clit. You moaned, looking up at the ceiling as he stuck his stiff tongue against your clit. You rocked your hips forward, catching his tongue again. You saw stars–your clit aching from the stimulation. You moved your hips again, this time employing a slow and steady rhythm as you felt Danny's tongue suckle at any part of you he could get in his mouth.

"Fuck, Danny," you moaned, threading your fingers into his hair. 

You felt his arms drape by his sides as you continued to rock your hips back and forth more erratically. God, it all felt so delicious. You moaned as you felt Danny suck on your clit again. You stayed put, not wanting him to lose contact. He applied more pressure, sending a wave of pleasure over you. You raised your hips slightly at the overstimulation but immediately pressed back down so he could continue. You moaned when he did, your pussy aching to cum. 

"Danny," you heard yourself beg.

Danny reached for your hips and stilled you long enough for him to put his mouth around your pussy. You felt his hot tongue everywhere, but most importantly on your clit. You rocked your hips forward, looking down between your thighs to see his head eagerly bobbing against you. He hummed against your clit, sending jolts of electricity up your spine. 

"Fuck, fuck," you said, voice going higher in pitch as you felt yourself losing control of your movements. After he put his mouth around your clit a final time, sucking it in his lips–you felt yourself cumming. 

You rocked your hips wildly as Danny drank your orgasm below. You collapsed next to him, your legs going numb as he raised himself up. He looked over at you, your spent pussy wet and plump with all the attention it was receiving. 

"Good girl," he breathed, mouth glossy from your slick folds.

You rolled onto your back, your eyes hooded with lust. "Your turn," you said as you opened your legs for him.

Danny didn't waste any time. He got onto his knees again and pulled you to him with his strong arms. He dropped over you, his rough palm fondling your breast through your bra as he kissed a trail from your neck to your lips. 

He captured your lips and you were enthralled with the fact that you could still taste yourself on his tongue. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him close as you wrapped your legs around his. You could feel his jeans brush against your bare pussy. Your hands traced the curve of his spine, sliding down his ribs and towards the belt loops of his pants. You began to slide them down his thighs as you continued the kiss. 

Danny got the picture and jumped up to remove his pants quickly. As they fell to the floor, you caught a glimpse of his cock. It bobbed against his thigh, ready for some attention. And you were all too ready to give it. 

You crawled to the edge of the bed and took it in your hand, kissing the head of it gently. It sprang up in your hand and Danny moaned. You took the head of his cock into your mouth, tasting your pussy once again. You moved your mouth down all the way to the base, not struggling as much since he wasn't as hard as before. Just as you anticipated, you tasted your pussy all the way to the base of his cock. It turned you on to know that he was buried to the hilt in you–and you enjoyed every second. 

Once he was hard, you gave him a look before you settled onto your back again. Danny followed you, his hands going to your inner thighs as you opened them for him. He ran his hands up your stomach and to your bra. He played with the clasp in the front, and, after unclasping it, freed the creamy swells of your breasts. You sat up for a moment, taking it off after all this time. 

"You're so fucking beautiful," Danny said, his rough hand dragging against your nipple. 

He dipped low again, capturing the rosy nub in his mouth. You gasped, feeling another wave of pleasure crash over you. You felt his cock fall against your thigh, rearing its head against the folds of your pussy. You adjusted your hips, attempting to get the angle right so he could slip into you once more. 

Danny noticed this and pulled his cock back. "Eager for my cock, baby girl?"

"Fuck me until you cum," you said, your voice dripping with lust.

Danny adjusted his cock, slipping it back into you with some resistance.

"How did you get even tighter?" He asked more to himself than to you.

You raised your legs, wrapping them around his waist. He looked down at you, your eyes meeting his quickly. He lowered himself down, beginning to rock his hips. You moaned at the friction, your pussy enveloping each inch of him as he filled you up. 

Danny kissed you, deep and long as he fucked you. He moved his lips to the side, moaning in your ear. 

"Fuck y/n, you feel amazing." 

"Your cock feels great, too," you said. "My pussy missed you so much."

You felt him thrust deeper inside you, forcing a moan from your lips. 

"Yeah, I bet it did." He said between thrusts. "It doesn't want to let me go."

You let your legs release and you hooked your hands from behind your knees. You raise your legs again, changing the angle for Danny. He wasted no time adjusting to the new position, slamming his cock into your cervix again. He groaned as you tightened up on him again. 

"You're not playing fair," he said through gritted teeth. 

"Fuck me until you cum," you repeated. "I want it."

He did as he was told, picking up the pace of his thrusts while you hung onto him for dear life. He moaned in your ear and you did the same, yelling out his name and more foul language. 

You weren't expecting to cum again, but as he continued slamming against your pussy–his abdomen applying pressure to your clit–you honestly thought it might happen. You dropped your legs so that you could grab his face in your hands. You kissed him deeply, and he rolled his hips in return. You parted ways with his lips so you could moan, and he did the same. He pressed his forehead against yours breathing in your scent. 

"I'm close, baby girl," he said between breaths.

You tightened your pussy around him, "Good," you giggled, smiling at the thought of him spraying his cum inside you. "Cum for me."

Danny's breath hitched in his throat and he grabbed your neck with his hand. He squeezed the sides of your throat, your mind quickly going blank. He moaned in your ear a few times before you felt the head of his cock swell inside you. 

Fuck, this was it.

Danny released you and pulled out. You watched as his hand blurred around his cock. Then, hot jets of cum shot all over your pussy folds. He got closer, making sure not a drop was wasted. He looked up at you, sliding his cock all over your cum slick clit. You raised yourself off the bed, looking at the white splatters as they completely covered your pussy. Your lips parted at the sight before you. 

He parted your pussy lips, forcing his cock inside you once more. For some reason, you were absolutely mesmerized by his actions. There was something about being covered in his cum and still being fucked by him that reactivated your lust. 

He pulled his cock out of you, smiling widely as he looked down at you.

"You look good covered in my cum," he said with nearly as much need as you. 

"Danny," you said breathlessly.

"Has my baby not had enough?"

You nodded, "I need you," you said.

Danny sat back, eyes scanning your drenched pussy below. He swept a hand over you, his fingertips collecting the now cooling jets of cum he sprayed all over you. You felt him move the cum all along your folds, caressing your pussy as he teased you. You could hear such intoxicating sounds coming from below as he traced you. Finally, he settled on your clit, feeling you quiver beneath him. 

"Do you like this?" Danny asked, lying next to you now. "Your pussy is all wet with my cum."

"I love it," you breathed.

"Yeah? Does the thought of my cum all over your clit drive you crazy?" He circled his fingertips over your clit to drive the point home. 

You moaned deeply, rotating your hips against his hand.

He went lower, towards your entrance. "Would you like it if I fingered you with my cum all over my fingers?" 

You knew he was just trying to rile you up–and it was working. You widened your legs to compensate for his hand slipping lower between your thighs. 

"Please, Danny, I want to cum again," you pleaded.

Danny coated his fingers in cum and then plunged them inside you. He didn't waste any time working his fingers against your walls, coaxing the filthiest of moans from you. 

"Such a good girl," he said. "So polite."

You felt your orgasm building right where you left off, when he was thrusting into you like a mad man. This time however, Danny was meticulous about what he was doing, how much pressure he applied, how fast his fingers moved. You loved every second–feeling your pussy clench happily around his fingers. 

Danny slid himself upwards so that he could kiss you. Once he had your lips, he swiped his thumb over your cum slick clit. You moaned against his lips, pressing your hips forward for more. And he gave your clit more attention as a reward. You pulled away, eyes looking down your torso at where his fingers disappeared inside you.

You felt a pit in your stomach–felt your clit burn with overstimulation, but you didn't stop Danny as he fondled you. You dragged his face to your mouth and kissed him deeply as Danny made you cum again. You moaned loudly into his mouth, gasping for air for full minutes afterwards. 

He pulled his fingers away from you. A gentle nudge at your clit had your body spasming again. He looked at you, drenched in sweat, body heavy from cumming. After drinking in the sight of you, he smiled. 

"You want me to get you some water?"

You rolled over to face him. "Mmm, in a minute, I just want to lay here."

He pulled you closer to his chest, that citrusy smell wafting up to your nose. You breathed deeply–the smell instantly calming you. 

Then, Danny's attention was turned elsewhere. You watched as he trained his ears on a strange noise. You heard it too. You rose from bed quickly, wondering what time it was. Danny put his shirt in your hand and you rushed to put it on. He pulled on his boxers and followed you. 

You walked down the hallway to the couch, where your phone was blaring your ringtone. 

You sighed. 

Three missed calls from you-know-who. 

"We're good, just my boyfriend."

Danny leaned against the hallway wall, his hand going back to the base of his head, hunting for the hair tie lost in his mound of curls. 

You noticed that he didn't leave any messages. So this could either be him apologizing or it could be about him dumping you. You sighed, wondering if you should even call him back tonight. You looked over at Danny, who was still trying to untie his hair. 

You dropped your phone in your purse and walked over to him. 

"Let me help," you said, raising your arms so that you could search for him.

"Did he give you a lame text apology?"

You shook your head, finding the hair tie immediately. You presented it to him and he slid it on his wrist. 

"Well, that's good. You deserve better than something his friend typed up for him."

You laughed genuinely. "That was usually Miguel's job."

He laughed, too. 

The silence that fell between you was comfortable–and you'd felt lulls like this a lot–and they were anything but comfortable. But with Danny, it was different. He smiled at you, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. 

"It's getting late," you said.

Danny nodded. He took a step back, towards your bedroom. "I'll get going then, so you can sleep."

"I was actually thinking you could spend the night."

He stopped dead in his tracks, looking over at you. "Are you sure?"

You nodded. "We can get coffee tomorrow. If you're game."

He smiled. "I'm game."

THE END

@gretavanfran

[xbalayage]

┆➵ This is my Secret Santa Exchange gift for @ax0lotly in @lemeowade's event. :) I knew nothing of this game beforehand so I did my best to create this for you! I hope you like it! Forewarning: This is a bit of a heavy read and contains themes of suicidal thoughts, death and attempted suicide. Because this game is a psychological horror game. But it ends on a positive note, I promise! But read at your own discretion. Sunny POV w/ slight Sunny/Kel at the end; Angst/Comfort; WC: 815

I haven't coped well... at all.

I stare at these walls like they could swallow me whole, like the never ending nightmare of limbo would never cease; beneath my eyelids, curled up under the covers, curtains drawn and darkness envelopes - I still see and hear you. Sometimes I swear I hear your piano play on its own and think you're still alive but it's the guilt clawing away at me until there's nothing left.

I can't stand the sound, the bittersweet lullaby of your death in my ears.

My HANDS— these hands are no better. Tainted and soiled; once trained to play a melody on a violin, to create a beautiful symphony along with the chords to your piano now stay out of my sight. Every day reminders of what I've done to you. It was an accident, I swear. Emotions had blinded my rational thought and I reacted.

I'm sorry.

But sorries don't bring you back nor does the ghost of you leave this house.

It's... tormenting.

Reality sets in, yet I lay awake in my dreams; filled with your smile, understandable love and touch. You forgive me but I don't forgive myself. Our friends, our group? We said we'd be friends forever, always having each other's backs when things got tough. But it's been mangled to the point of unrecognizable, irreparable. We're like strangers who've never crossed each other's paths in this lifetime. Everyone loved you, and I was the selfish one who took you from them. From me, your only brother; you, my only sister.

I could never forgive myself.

It's been years now — I'm stuck in a loop of the events that plague and infect the core of me, festering deep, rooting scars into the crevices of my brain like a parasite. Out of touch, out of body, out of mind; day feels like night, night resembles hell and these hands are still connected to my wrists.

I live in a comatose state, alive but not exactly living. Dead, but my heart is still beating. An agonizing cycle of mental torture. In my dreams, you're still alive, your skin feels warm to the touch and all our friends are with us like that traumatic event never happened.

Tonight, however, I've made my choice.

A fantasy dream where you're alive is better than a grieving world where you've passed. In the darkness, under the covers, shielded from any and everyone; I use these hands to take part in a sinful act again.

Holding a knife just above my heart while I laid curled on my side, I scrunch my eyes and slow my shaky breath. A second is all it takes. No longer will the ghost of you haunt my ever present existence, for it shall embrace your forgotten touch in the afterlife.

Wait for me, Mari.

And just when I've felt I finally mustered the courage to end it all — I hear a voice, a different voice that isn't yours. An old but comforting one, a long forgotten hymn of light embraced me.

—It was Kel.

And suddenly, no knife was in my crutches, the room was no longer enveloped in an eternal black winter and the lullaby of your presence fades.

Slow, cautiously slow, I opened my eyes to be welcomed by the sounds of birds chirping, the rays of a new beginning closing in and the smile of a face I thought I would never see again. His smile radiates my body with an unknown warmth I've long forgotten and I stare at him confused, seeing the image of my sister in his place. But before I could think to mutter a word, he speaks in a comforting tone for only my ears to hear.

"Hey, I know it wasn't your fault. It's okay, you can forgive yourself, even if it takes some time. I'll be here for you."

An angel was sent to me; it wasn't my time to go. And I was overwhelmed with emotion that nothing left me but tears down my face at those words. Those much needed words. Did you send Kel to me, Mari? Do you really forgive me? Is it okay?

Kel holds my hand as I cried for as long as I needed, never forcing me to do anything else but cry. The only comfort I ever indulged was in my dreams but now, with this heaven sent message I've been brought, maybe confronting the trauma might be a good thing. Baby steps at a time.

Maybe one day, I'll learn to finally forgive myself and see my hands as things to create something beautiful once more.

Ever since the day he rescued me, things have seemed brighter joining Kel on my walk to recovery. And it's all thanks to you, Mari. Thank you.

Now, instead of grief, all I hear is the timeless symphony I've created in the honor of your death.

[court-jobi]

✨MASTERLIST ✨

Feel like jumping onboard to a high-stakes, cyber-synthwave hacker mystery in the stars? Or do you wanna cozy up and tuck into an adventure tale from the back of a trusty horse- with swords and magic on your side?... Just want to deep dive into headcanons from your favorite worlds?? I'm sure there's something for you here!

My plans currently sit within 4 main storylines in my favorite fandoms, though there will be one shots and headcanons welcome for any and all of these. I'm also not limited to the fanbases I'm currently writing for... There's plenty more I'd love to dabble in. Let's see where the writing adventure takes us, shall we?

Take a peek at my stories to come, or send me your burning questions about the fandoms below... I'm always up for a chat!

For my Star Wars | Mandalorian Masterlist, check it out here!

Stay a while and check back, friends~

A Stroke of Luck: The Witcher AU

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What if the Butcher of Blaviken had a stroke of good luck for once- or if fate can let him have it, twice? Let him catch his breath in the form of an un-problematic woman: one without decades of emotional baggage and mutagen-festered turmoil wrenching into his love life… A lass graced with charm and humour in droves... but with a soulful, caring spirit unlike any he'd ever met.

There's no magic to be seen in her- but instead a crafty skill set and sound mind has kept her alive, only with a gentle touch in a cruel world. He can hardly believe the reprieve he's found in this unsuspecting friend- an herbalist with a listening ear for a man who’s heard and seen it all. What if Geralt of Rivia just had something nice for once... and that made all the difference in the hellscape of monsters that is the life of a Witcher?

Wouldn’t that be a welcome change of pace for the body and mind and heart- to have something sweeter to look forward to at the end of a contract…

A/N: Enter Ken'elrena of Dun Dâre- or Kenna, as the kiddos call her. The nickname is much easier to slip off the tongue- Geralt’s especially. He’s finding he likes that name more and more each time they cross paths. And now? Well, now he's not so sure he ever wants to go separate ways from her for long…

ASoL: main story (multi-chapter) ~ Release TBD will be weekly installments!

ASoL: Character sheet | Kenna ~ Release TBD

ASoL: Character sheet | Geralt ~ Release TBD

Teaser One-shot: ~ Behind the Bar

Teaser one-shot: ~ Night Walks and Good Talks

ASoL: The Midland Years ~ Release TBD

Dropped in Middle Earth: Sanâzyun

Art Credit: 'The Hall of the Mountain King's JeiWo on DeviantArt

Sanâzyun: perfect love

That's what Thorin began calling this woman in secret- 8 months ago. She'd wrapped up bits of leftovers for the Company in a thoughtful move, calling them all to 'pack snacks and make tracks, gents!' From that day on, something warmed him deep inside his hardy chest when she snuck his treat into his jacket pocket with utmost care. Good thing their Agreement is still on, and she doesn't suspect a thing-- yet.

To Tessa, wizards were fabled as a bunch of kids going to a school to learn their magic or a mouse dressed in a blue, starry hat making brooms come to life~ not dinner guests by the name of Gandalf. She calls this whole turn of fate 'wizard shit'; but doesn't question it and tagged along the Company of dwarves for the ride. But perhaps there's more at work -and more within her- that is magical, and only just out of reach- or just out of key. Time will tell when the dust settles after the Battle of the Five Armies to find out what brought her here, and how the quest for home didn't end when the Company arrived to Erebor.

A/N: DiME: Sanâzyun is my take on a modern lass gets dropped into Middle Earth-- but there's no craving to go back to 2022 anytime soon! While figuring out this plot twist only ever heard of in the movies, Tessa DeVon makes sense of the new life she's making with her Dwarven found family and takes each day as it comes. The clash of cultures and learning curve is both jarring and laughable; because if you can't beat 'em, join 'em. Plenty of feelings, fix-its, and lore-ridden fantasy in this expansion of the Hobbit Epilogue: the beloved Durins Live AU is in full swing here!

One-Shot: Erebor is your Rome

One-Shot: Better Angels

One-Shot: A Scar and its Story

One-Shot: Want for Nothing

DiME: Sanâzyun timeline~ Release TBD

Journal Entries: song list ~ Release TBD

Journal Entries: animals ~ Release TBD

Letters from the Shire (collection) ~ Release TBD

Story One-shots (Collection): ~ Release TBD

DiME: Sanâzyun character sheet: Tessa DeVon ~ Release TBD

Fili Headcanons ~ Release TBD

Kili Headcanons ~ Release TBD

Rex: Heart of a Soldier

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At the bustling center of our favorite galaxy far, far away lies Coruscant: the center of the Grand Army of the Republic's operations and home to the Jedi Temple alike, but also the start line of a greater danger than a mere galactic war between Republic and Separatist politics... The holonet brings even the most unlikely of allies together, but is also the perfect chance to be the playground of havoc and chaos if tampered by the wrong hands.

To stay a step ahead of the bad guys, a charming, tech-savvy lone wolf is called to action with a team of unlikely friends for an even more unlikely job: slice for the good guys. Until now, she's operated in a world of gray- this shift into army life is sure to test her ties and trust. Though maybe the 501st's star Captain can help her rise to the occasion... and perhaps he can learn more in turn about this big 'ole galaxy he's been exposed to. With enough encouragement, hope, and examination of the heart, Rex may even try his hand at imagining a life after the war.

A/N: This story's got it all: a beautiful, sassy, Angel-Eyes love story for our dear, darling Captain Rex (who deserves the world), a hacker race-to-the-finish saga with twists and turns across the galaxy, easter eggs for Star Wars fans young and old, and a platonic soulmate thread that spans long after the war is over.

Love Found the Captain (snippet)

Quit Flirting? Not a Chance. (one-shot)

Rex: HOAS (multi-chapter) ~ Release TBD will be weekly installments!

HOAS Arc 2 | ((unnamed Book 2) ~ Release TBD

HOAS Arc 3 | ((unnamed Book 3)) ~ Release TBD

Rex: HOAS character sheet: Sawyer Lyubava ~ Release TBD

R: HOAS character sheet: Root ~ Release TBD

R: HOAS character sheet: Agent ~ Release TBD

R: HOAS character sheet: Bootstrap ~ Release TBD

R: HOAS character sheet: Query~ Release TBD

Tea Time (one-shot) ~ Release TBD

Who doesn't know how to make caf? (drabble) ~ Release TBD

501st Headcanons ~ Release TBD

HOAS Spicy Headcanons ~ Release TBD

Slicing for Nerf-Herders | resource guide

My Hero Academia: Triple Threat

One text from a former mentor led to a chain of emails...Then a four hour phone conference... Then an impromptu, three-way Zoom call between a language ambassador, an ex-hero turned teacher, and a quirk doctor who all agreed to some wild terms and set a plan in motion. Given the resources among the three, they posed an unlikely– but deadly– Triple Threat.

A/N: Three powerhouse women-- whether they believe themselves to be or not-- are teaming up for a triple threat force heading to Japan. Plenty of Marvel and DC content to bring this story to life, all in the current world of Kohei Horikoshi's My Hero Academia. The Hero Worlds of East and West collide; readers will find little bits and pieces from your heroes around the world in this fic! Plenty of Marvel and DC content help bring this story to life.

MHA: Triple Threat (multi-chapter) ~ Release TBD

Prologue ~ Release TBD

[chancellorxofxtrash]

I had only seen spoilers of the new Geats ep so far but I'm gonna Rudi Wenders-ify Michinaga in my mind you can't stop me

Thing is I had been wanting to write that vampire!AU for the Geats OT4 and originally I wanted to write Michinaga as being turned into a vampire, but then I decided I could adapt Vamp!lore instead then I remembered Rudi and I went OH SHIT

And because not a lot of people know Rudi in the west (in fact, only like ten people do) (and only like two of us know both him AND Michinaga, lol), lemme ramble a bit about him.

Rudi Wenders is a character in Narita Ryohgo's light novels titled Vamp! To give a brief synopsis about those novels - they are about vampires. Duh.

Rudi isn't a vampire, though. Rudi befriended a vampire he shouldn't have, and in return, that vampire destroyed Rudi's entire life. He killed everyone around him, pretty much only leaving Rudi and his best friend (who also befriended the vampire) alive. So Rudi stayed behind, broken, traumatized - and filled with rage and hatred for all vampires. (Trauma -> hatred for an entire group based on that. hmmm.)

So when he was approached by other vampires to work for them, to get the power to be stronger, to be able to hunt vampires - he accepted. He willingly worked for other vampires in his pursuit of power, wanting to hunt down the person who destroyed his life. And he got stronger. And stronger. And stronger. (blinded desire to get stronger, even accepting powers from shady sources in a way that could be deemed hypocritical hmmm)

And it reached the point his body started to literally fall apart because it just couldn't keep up with what he had done to himself. (HMMMM I WONDER WHERE I AM GOING WITH IT)

And through all these years of breaking his own body apart, festering in his own rage and thirst for revenge he got completely blinded. See, he also blamed himself. "If I wouldn't have befriended that vampire, none of that would have happened", and so it reached a point when he had seen other humans being close to vampires he went absolutely berserk. He damn near killed that human in his blinded rage. (So... seeing someone who is kinda naive, and represents something that conflates with your worldview - aka "vampires and humans cannot coexist" or "all kamen riders suck", and going murderous on them? HMMMMMM.)

Rudi looked at himself, and realised a simple truth - in his quest for power and revenge, he became just as bad as the vampire who set his hometown on fire and murdered everyone there.

And Rudi decided "I don't care" and he kept going. (Hmmmm)

The thing about Rudi is, though - all these years of rage, and when he was standing face to face with Theo (the vampire who ruined his life) again - well. That confrontation did Not go the way he thought it would.

Narita in general is a very interesting writer because Revenge is a theme that comes back through many of his stories, and always treats it differently - there are characters who get their revenge, and then go and live normal lives, there are characters who get their revenge and realize they are irreversibly broken by that point, there are characters who decide revenge just simply isn't worth it.

Rudi isn't allowed to get his revenge, and Rudi breaks.

He decides he doesn't care about cycle of revenge shit. He doesn't care if he is becoming as bad as Theo. And yet, he breaks. Because he realizes he didn't know everything about Theo, and what happened that night, and why did they happen the way they did. Was his vengeance misplaced? No. It was still Theo who murdered all those innocent people and it was an irrefutable fact. But there were still pieced of the puzzle he didn't know and while it didn't absolve Theo of his sins, it sure as fuck placed a lot of things about Rudi's beliefs into a different context. Because Rudi was convinced that everyone had died because he befriended Theo, and that just means humans and vampires cannot coexist -> and let's just say that uhhhh the context was uhhhhh a tad bit different. Not different enough to completely flip a switch, but different enough to shake Rudi's entire worldview.

Also Rudi was supposed to die, only to have his cells forcefully reanimated, keeping him alive, so uh Get Jyamatoified Idiot

Sure you can argue Rudi had lost way more to go off the deep end the way he did - but he not only had done worse things, he also got broken more by the latest volumes. (Vamp! VI when?) Rudi went through a lot more harrowing shit (I barely even scratched the surface here, the entire thing is SUPER fucked up), but also Rudi had done A LOT OF FUCKED UP SHIT HIMSELF OKAY. Most Vamp! readers I know went through a period of "FUCK Rudi" while reading the books before we also got clobbered by the reveals, okay.

Rudi and Theo are not like Michinaga and Ace. Michinaga projects his hatred for Kamen Riders at Ace, who in his mind embodies everything that Riders are, meanwhile Theo is the direct cause of Rudi's trauma. Also because it's a written medium with revolving POV, we DO get to peek into Rudi's mind multiple times so we KNOW his thought processes exactly - there aren't even many illustrations of him, and only One where we do see his face, and that is post-breakdown. For Michinaga all we can go off are his words, actions, and how Mokudai plays him.

I wish I would have something smart to say. But last we saw Rudi he was a broken mess, his entire worldview kicked over again, and we don't know how his story will end. Maybe we never will. Editors don't seem to really want Narita to write Vamp! Editors don't really seem to let Narita publish Baccano! either let alone Vamp!, lol.

But the end result is the same - Rudi and Michinaga, two characters so blinded by their quest for revenge they were willing to destroy everything, including themselves to get it, consequences be damned. You could argue Rudi was a bit more self-aware about his own hypocrisy, but knowing and not caring is still fucked up, isn't it?

And yet I just want both of them to be happy in the end. I'd love for Michinaga to have a Rudi-esque breakdown in the end of the next arc. As long as he is happy afterwards. Because I'm not sure I'll ever see Rudi being happy in his own story.

Anyway, Rudi Wenders is neat, look at him

He's even basically a toku character, walking around in an armor for a lot of the time

[sporksaber]

I'm really drawn towards reading/writing stories that could be tragic but are filled with hope. An offshoot of this is romances that arent romances, where it doesnt work out but they grow as people.

I've had this one brewing in that back of my mind for awhile (I havent written Anything for it yet, bc 1 I'd need to fo research and 2 I need to explore my own identity more first). Based on the line "I could never love you as a woman and you could never love me as a man."

A straight couple finds out they're both trans and gay. They both mentally come to terms with wanting to explore that part of themself at the same time. One brings it up first in this big moment of vulnerable intimacy, and the other is like, "oh, fuck."

And it sucks for them for awhile. Like really sucks. There's this raw awkwardness in their interactions. It takes awhile for their communication to get to the point where neither is carefully treading around the theoretical boundaries the other could have. And this open wound of wishing they felt differently. Because they are in love with eachother.

In every version I've thought through of this they are living together, sometimes engaged. They do try to make it work. It had been a long time since either could imagine life without the other.

It doesnt work though.

There are moments where it almost seems to. And moments where it couldnt be more wrong. And the issues grow and fester. They try not to let it but they cant go on the way they are.

They are still a solid support for eachother through it all. As they transition they try their best for one another. To affirm one another. But there is also a desperation to stay together that doesn't let them do what they need to.

There is a point that peaks into an unhealthy relationship. It's accidental, they dont mean to hurt eachother, but theyve relief on eachother a bit too much while burying far too many emotions.

It's not an explosion of a resolution. It's a moment of no longer fitting together followed by a night of sobbing in different rooms leading into a quiet morning of coffee and acetaminophen.

They still love eachother. But it's not the same.

It's possible they could of made it work. They'd always love eachother, always trust eachother unconditionally. But there is a lack of attraction and affirmation that they want. And that they see themself as always wanting.

So they reach the point of breaking up. It's incredibly painful for them. They still live together and still support eachother, but it hurts. It just hurts.

The hurt slowly dulls into an ache.

There are a lot of late night conversations, far more than before. ("I mean, I obviously can love a woman. I was in love with you," and that statement pressed hard on her aching heart. But the understanding soothed it.)

There is a lot more stumbling together into who they're meant to be.

When they part completely in the end, its bittersweet. They are so happy for eachother, but the ache hasn't faded yet. It will eventually, but for now they still press down on it when they miss eachother.

[afterhoursfic]

So what about Geralt bringing Jaskier up to Kaer Morhen, and maybe when Eskel first sees them he goes to kiss Jaskier because last winter Geralt had promised they could share his bed partner, but Jaskier shoves him away and politely turns him down, saying how he's flattered but he's just with Geralt and they hardly know each other. He misses the look between Eskel and Geralt when he goes to head inside.

Probably a few nights later when Jaskiers settled, feels safe and comfortable in the keep that he lets Geralt pin him to the bed, head down and ass raised high whilst Geralt fingers him open. He whines and moans wspexially when Geralt pushes a fourth finger in, he doesn't need the extra foreplay, he can take Geralt on two fingers and even prefers the extra edge of pain, but he can't deny he's enjoying it, he's just growing impatient.

It's then Geralt pulls his fingers out and leaves the bed after pressing a kiss to his head, saying he just need to get more oil, Jaskier doeasnt pay any mind, just relaxes and wiggles his ass a bit when he feels his weight settle behind him.

He only realises something is wrong when a cock is being pushed into his hole which is decidedly not Geralt and feels impossinly bigger as ut just keeps pushing into him and has him leave his mouth open in a silent scream.

From the groan that's let out behind him he has an idea who it is, but a quick look of over his shoulder prooves him right as he sees Eskels eyes shut tight and mouth open in bliss. It's then Eskel pulls out and quickly shoves back in again, and has him whining in pain as the witcher starts fucking into him abandon.

Jaskier can feel tears prick at his eyes but an attempt to stop is stopped by Eskels strong hands at his waist, pulling him back onto his cock as if he's nothing but a toy to be used and he can't help but search for Geralt to try and help him.

Instead Geralt is stood just to the side, a fire in his eyes as he furiously jerks off, and noticing Jaskiers eyes on him get closer to tug a habd into his hair, pulling his face back so Geralt can wipe the wet tip of his cock across Jaskiers lips, telling him how good he is agreeing to look after his brother, how pretty he looks writhing on Eskels cock and that he's being so perfect for them that Eskel will probably keep him on his cock for the next week.

Jaskiers protest to stop is interrupted by Geralt coming across his face and into his mouth, forcing him to swallow the come or choke on it whilst Geralt continues telling him how good he is, and all Jaskier can do is resign himself to it as he feels Eskel shudder behind him, jerking his hips a couple of times before he feels hot ropes of come filling him burning him almost and the other witcher all but collapses onto his back, making him feel even more pinned and trapped as he hears the two witchers talk above him, and its when he hears them mention about both fucking his ass at the same time that stops listening and the tears finally fall.

[anna1306]

Could u make a part 2 for the poly lost boys x Addams reader?

@animeluver23 I saw your request, I will write it, but I just imagined it and couldn't unimagine, so here you go

Poly!Lost Boys x Addams!Reader

Part 2

Part one here

You were chilling in the cave. You preferred it more than the apartment you rented. Of course, being Addams meant you don't have to care for money, so the pricing of the rent wasn't the reason. It was just more convenient to live with boys. You spent almost all the time with them, you loved caves, cool and dark atmosphere, so you just stayed here.

Of course they didn't mind. They loved having you around them. Though David started his favourite theme of conversation: turning. You lived with them, you were content with death and everything, why wait? You were adamant you didn't want it yet. So they had to wait. Just for a little bit more.

It was dawn, the boys would wake in just a little bit, so you were waiting for them in a common area, reading a book. Every night it was a surprise for you whether you go to the Boardwalk, stay inside or they would hunt. They brought you some souvenirs from time to time, but you cherished them all.

Suddenly you heard a car. Strange, the cave was far from the main road, someone must have been terribly lost. You sighed, turning the page, whoever that was, you weren't going out to greet them. They were unwelcome here, extra attention wasn't necessary, who knows these humans, for all you knew it could be some hunters.

- Y/N! - you raised your head, furrowing brows. It couldn't be it... - My little spider-child!! - you threw the book on the couch and darted to the exit. You ran out and saw... Your father at the top of the stairs. Behind him was a large black car with... Apparently all the Addams.

- Father? What are you doing here? - you raised the stairs fast and was swapped in his hands. Morticia smiled at you and kissed you on the forehead.

- We decided to visit you, of course, dear. This town is very... Sunny, but it's great for a vacation, I think, - she smiled at you. You sighed and smiled at her back.

- I'm glad you visited, but... I'm afraid the cave isn't the best for the family. We don't have enough places... - uncle Fester interrupted you by hugging you tightly.

- We found a lovely, horryfying, almost deadly house nearby, we gonna stay there, it's a great place! - he exclaimed, letting go of you. You smiled at him relieved and looked behind them. Wednesday looked thoughtful at the darkening sky, while Pugsley... Stood in leather jacket with drawn puma.

- Look at you, my gods, you look terryfying and mysterious, - you laughed, looking at your brother.

- He looks like your dark one, pathetic, - added Wednesday, making you smile at her.

- He's Dwayne. Let's go to the cave, I think boys would be glad to see you. Lurch, be careful, the path may be a little narrow for you, - you waved at the butler, leading your family down the stairs to the cave. You lead them inside, letting them look around.

- Kitten, what's the... Noise, - David lowered from the air on the ground, looking at the guests in surprise. - Didn't expect to see you here. Something happened?

- Not at all, just decided to have a vacation, - Gomez smiled, while Morticia looked around with interest.

- It is very good place. Pugsley, don't throw this stone at Wednesday, she saw a bigger rock nearby, that would ruin your jacket, - she said and turned to David. - What is this place? - at this you sighed and smiled, kissing David on the cheek, knowing he liked this.

- I'm gonna wake the others, while you tell the story, - you said to him, heading to their sleeping cave. You heard this story times and times again and could practically retell it yourself. But still, hearing him start it once again brought a smile on your face.

When Paul hears that your family has come for a visit, he runs to the path like no one is faster than him, even not kissing you. You only laugh at him, welcoming Dwayne with a kiss. Marko hugs you and runs after his friend. You and Dwayne follow them more calmly.

When you crawl out, you see Paul and uncle Fester speaking with each other excitingly and Marko is looking for a Thing, while it hides behind others playfully. Dwayne greets your family and freezes when seeing Pugsley.

Isn't it cute, mon amour?

Yeah... Cute

He's flattered, but still is confused as to why exactly him. The boy just looks proud with his work. Paul notices the similarity finally and hoists him on his shoulders to celebrate the look-a-like. Marko joins them, than uncle Fester and they just running and fooling around.

You go to the Boardwalk the next night. Morticia and Gomez stays behind, after all deciding to go to some cafe on a date. Pugsley and Fester are with Marko and Thing at some games and arcades. Wednesday wonders off with indifferent look on her face, Dwayne just watches over her in some distance. Paul tugs Lurch to the ferris wheel, just for the fun of it. You and David decides to show grandma Addams some witch shop.

The ending not so bright... For others at least. Morticia and Gomez went from the cafe after very much passionate dance and very pricy dinner. The arcade owner is pissed, because uncle Fester messed up the electricity with the help of the Thing and that made them win over dozen of times. Wednesday made Dwayne worry a bit with constant disappearances, he finds her only because of people displeased grunts and snarky comments. Lurch breaks the door to the cabin they were in on the wheel. And grandma cursed at the shop owner because they didn't have what she needed, and you wished them good funerals after that.

Of course you went back the other night. This time you were showing your family your favourite things there. Goth shop, some jewellery, outskirts of the concert. Uncle Fester absolutely loves this "horrible noise", as well as Pugsley. When you notice you miss Wednesday, you go to find her. And...

She's arguing with some surf-nazis. And she completely destroying them, of course.

If you had an ounce of brain, you would see that your words mean no sense. Judging the others for the clothes is the most imbecile thing one can do. But lower life forms like yours is very far from understanding that. It's a pity to see what our society is turning into.

What?!

You still can't understand a word. It's useless to continue the conversation.

When they step in front of her with clenched fists and evil scowls, you almost run to her, but something inside you tells you to stop.

You are dead, little bitch!!!

You have no imagination for that. And I have one last argument, the meaning of which you would understand. Brute force and violence.

We have a problem?

David stand forward, near Wednesday. The others are behind, ready for the encounter. The nazis are now freaked out. Stummering an apology, they are going away, followed by whistles and teases from Marko and Paul. Later in the night Wednesday tells you that they are fine. And the boys went back a little later.

The next night you didn't even manage to go out with your family. Max is there practically after the dawn. He is pissed because the ruckus you caused the last two nights is much more than usual, so he screams at guys. There is no logical arguments, just the facts that you influence them badly and that they should behave and not get out of hand.

His tirade is ended by the appearance of your parents. They are not affected by anything, Gomez excitedly asking when you would go out, as he would like to try this awful pink cloud. Max almost blow up more, but...

That is the sire you told me about, Marko? Sadly to see this man in such a state of mind. I appreciate the screams, dominance and control, hard hierarchy is everything... But I heard you insulted my child, - Morticia smiled, but you carefully stepped behind Dwayne. You knew all to well this smile of your mother.

If you know anything about control, you should keep your child in hands! They are impulsive, not thinking and...

Another word and we are taking away my child and her beloved ones to us.

Really? - Max scoffs and Morticia raises her head a bit, making you shut your eyes. - They have no one but me and...

They are Addams by now, - Gomez simply answered. You smiled at that a little. - And you should hear my cara mia talks with the dead. They are protecting our family very well, - he kisses the hand of his wife and looks at Max meaningfully.

The conflict is quickly queted down because Morticia knows the right words. She has that feeling around her that even not being the witch, she can send curses and make lives a living hell. It is her favourite hobby on Saturdays. After gardening of course. The boys are touched by it, even if they don't show it. Except for Marko and Paul maybe.

When your family leaves, everyone is sad. Marko is hugging the Thing. Dwayne gifts Pugsley a necklace very similar to his one, used to his look a like. Wednesday seriously asks Paul to control the Boardwalk before her return and stay the same way they are now. Stupid and fine. And David is discussing something with excited Gomez somewhere in a distance. Morticia kisses you goodbye, makes you promise you visit them soon and leaves you some flask. For Max. You know better than ask.

You watch their hearse going off in the distance, Lurch behind the wheel and uncle Fester waving in the rear window. After that you go down to the cave with boys.

What you were talking about with father, if not a secret, my love?

Wedding traditions in Addams family.

What?!

What?

The Lost Boys Taglist: @minafromasgard

[is-nini]

Corrupted Albedo x reader

Requested by: Aru/Haru(~‾▿‾)~

A/n: I don't usually make angst..(because i suck at it) but i will try my best and (i suck at writing fight scene too.. but i will try my best). I also will tweak some stuff so it may not be 100% true.

WARNING:

mention of blood, bruise, overall a pretty dark war below..(in my opinion) Please look away if you're uncomfortable or trigger a dark memories.

Half of the Mondstat is a wreck, everything is a mess, covered by blood and Destruction all over. The overwhelming massive power is becoming too much to handle, causing normal humans immune system to slow down as alot of damage started to appear on their body because of the monsters

The red mist covered the whole windrise, springvale and whispering wood as heartless monsters destroy and hurt every living creature they see. The dark sky didn't help the slightest either as it seems like even the sky is against us.

Your body is covered with scars, bruise and blood as you grip your sword harder. Dead and heavily injured body is pooling on the ground in front of you. The screams and despair cries engulf Mondstat.

"Barbatos guide us!".

A hoarse shout from Jean was heard and a breeze of wind flows through you body as your body slowly heals.

"We can do it!".

Barbara shout as she tried her best to heal everyone and hold of the monsters, worries and a pool of tears threatened to fall from her eyes.

"H-help...".

A little voice was heard, you tore your eyes from a certain bright dark red light from behind the mist.

One of the leg of a man was stuck under a rock that one of the monster throw. You instantly run to get him as his body slowly getting engulf by the red mist.

"Y/n! Stay there! I'll help him!".

Noelle shout's, you looked at her in worried as a tear that you didn't even realize was there fall from your eyes but proceed to listen to her anyway. In order to save everyone you need to stop the cause.

Albedo.

You put up a shield around Mondstat, trying to hold everyone safe inside the shield but your geo shield crumbles down instantly when a festering desire sword hit the shield.

The sword that was supposed to be used by Aether has been thrown at the shield.. that means.. where is Aether? He is in danger-! Your breathing gets heavier than before knowing your dearest friend, Aether is in deep danger.

"Where are you going y/n?!".

Diluc shout when he notice you started picking up your pace and running towards the mist but you didn't stop, you keep running and running. Before your whole body is drowned by the sea of mist you stopped and looked back at your friends with tears and determined smile on your face.

"Hang in there!".

Is all you said before you run deep inside the mist, ignoring the calls from people.

"Y/n-! Ugh"

"Kaeya!"

Kaeya was about to run to take you to a safer place but a monster scratch his arm. Venti release his ultimate power, sucking all the monster away from Kaeya as Venti immediately bring Kaeya to heal afterhe shout towards you.

"BE SAFE Y/N". Venti said you just keep running inside the mist. Your leg is aching, how many scars you have now? You don't know and you don't care. Albedo is the only thing you cared. The source to stopped this hideous fight.

I'm sorry

You thought, directing your apologies to your family and friends. gripping your sword harder you slash through the monster left and right, wanting everything to get over with.. wanting a bright future for Mondstat there's so much thing to be discovered and you cannot let the dreams and your friends die. Not now. not ever. As long as you're alive.

When you're inside the mist nothing makes sense, you almost lost your way as monsters coming for you from every side. the only thing guiding you is the bright red light that you detect as a light that erupts from Albedo's corrupted body.

as a bright red light starting to get closer and closer to your eye sight. Your eyes widened, the horrific sight in front of you. Albedo is slowly levitating upwards, bringing Aether by his neck.

"AETHER!".

Aether grip Albedo's veiny wrist as a light emerge from Aether's hand meaning he is slowly purifying Albedo.

A wave of burn suddenly rush throughout Albedo's corrupted body. He suddenly opened his grip on Aether, without wasting anytime you instantly rushed to aether, letting you a geo shield that pushes Albedo backwards a little bit.

You glance backwards to Aether, he slowly stood up, coughing trying to gain the oxygen back to his lungs. You stab your sword to the ground as a geo shield went around you and Aether.

"MoVe Y/n".

Albedo said. You look up at him, eyes wide. If he really is corrupted all the way how can he still know you. You shake your head, staying strong to protect Aether.

"Y/n...".

Aether whisper, looking at you with sadness. You must've felt pain to hurt Albedo, the man you love so much and he is right but for Mondstat and for Albedo himself. You are determined to save both Albedo and Mondstat.

You pulled out a bracelet from your pocket and throw it to Aether.

"Aether.. can you focus your purify energy to this bracelet? If we put this on Albedo he won't be able to get it of".

Once you put this bracelet down on Albedo's wrist he won't be able to pull it out and if Aether fill that bracelet with Aether's purify energy, maybe.. maybe We can save him. You look back to the hurting Aether and whisper to him.

"I'll hold him and you'll purify him okay".

You whisper, Aether nod as you looked back to the now growling Albedo. Albedo released a spear like weapon out of red light and throw them at you. You run out of your shield and dodge them by jumping from one weapon yo another.

Finally reaching Albedo you grab his hair and pulled it as he falls down along with you. You summon a chain out of geo from the ground and hold Albedo by his neck as tears running down your face.

"I'm sorry this will hurt".

You whisper as you felt Aether run and snapped the bracelet on Albedo's wrist. A loud Pained shout was heard from Albedo as he trashed around the chain and dirt. You hold Albedo's hand, pinning it to the ground on one side as Aether held the other.

The veins on Albedo's body slowly fading out as a heavy breathing was heard from him. Slowly but surely his breathing goes down as his red and black eyes slowly closed.

"A-albedo?".

You call out, removing your hand from Albedo's hand, summoning away your geo chain and looked at Aether. You were about to say something when all of the sudden the red mist surrounding you is slowly disappearing. In your mind there's only one thing.

Albedo has been lifted from the darkness.

His dark power is fading away. You turn your gaze back to Albedo and Aether. Albedo slowly sits up, holding his head with a groan. You and Aether cannot hide your excitement so you both just rushed to him, hugging Albedo tightly.

"Y-y/n... A-aether?".

He whispered after seeing your faces. Years of joy is running down your bloody faces. Shout's was heard and a bunch of foot hitting the ground.

"Albedo!"

Shout's from Sucrose, Kaeya, Diluc and the others filled Albedo's ear. He looked around the place.. Everything is filled with bodies, people crying in pain, loosing their loved ones.

Albedo look at his hand.. he did it.. he hurt Mondstat.. he is a monster. Tears are pooling on the corner of his eyes, no one saw Albedo cried until now as a regretful and despair sob comes from Albedo's mouth as his Sobbing gets louder and louder.

Albedo's body is trembling as he looked down to his hand. He suddenly felt a hand, one by one hugging him, without him realizing Sucrose, Venti, Jean followed by Lisa, Barbara and Noelle hugs Albedo.

"I-i-i'm so-sorry-! I didn't mean-".

"It's okay".

Jean assured him.

"We will find a way to fix this mess".

And with that the sky slowly clears out, Albedo's bracelet is locking away all his curse. The sun started to set as you guys bask in eachother's presence Albedo, being basked in the warmth and reassurance from his friend.. and his beloved y/n makes him calm for a little while. Mondstat will never be the same after this, the damage and the event still lingers.

From there Albedo worked 10x harder to find a way to revive people. Albedo asked and beg for the dead to be froze so when the time comes, he will be able to restore them back to life.

Some people forgive Albedo, some people sill hates him.. wich is understandable, some people never really think it's his fault but either way the only thing you care about is that Albedo is safe.. even if he hurts you.. even if he tries to kill you.. you'll still love him with all your heart.

A/n: i feel like there's something lacking on this story.. i deeply apologize if there's any typo.. and mistakes, feel free to leave a criticism please!

[musicallisto]

Hi, congrats on 800 followers! Can I please get a Six of Crows ship? I’m have short brown hair (I dyed red last week) and green eyes. I don't mind if im shipped with a girl or a boy. I like reading (no romantic novels), music and photography. I'm Aquarius. I’m very curious. I'm a little shy and even cold at first. I’m not good with feelings, I mostly keep them to myself if I can, but I care deeply for my loved ones and would do anything to help them, even if I'm not very good at giving advice. ☆

hi! here’s your vanilla milkshake, I hope you like it! I ship you with jesper fahey!

You don’t imagine the extent of my joy to be able to add a gif of an actual real person for Jesper... however shall I survive until Aprid 23rd?

For the longest time, you thought the world started and ended at your corner of Fjerda, in your frozen estate by the True Sea.

You were descented from minor Fjerdan nobility, and your father, jaded by Court Life and its political intrigues - and, unofficially, penniless after giving his all for the sempiternal wars on Ravka -, had decided to leave the capital and retire to his family’s estate by the sea a few years after you were born.

All you had ever known were the large, marbled corridors you’d spend entire afternoons wandering, daydreaming about adventures in the confines of the country - or living the lavish life of a true Fjerdan princess, in an outrageously enormous bed of satin sheets...

The house was spacious and beautiful, with a marvelous view over the sea, gently carrying its boats to and fro before you - and you’d stay there on the balcony in your flowy white dress, admiring the ocean until you couldn’t fight the chills of the night creeping up your spine anymore; but as tranquil and languid as your existence was, it was also terribly lonely.

All you longed for was a sibling, a friend, a partner in crime, someone you could explore the world and go on quests with...

... until a lighting bolt tore the silence, one night.

You couldn’t sleep, so you had gone on a walk by the shore as you often did - your father was never worried about it, since you knew the rocks and their cracks like the back of your hand, and would know the way back home even with your eyes closed.

But you were so absorbed by the distant twinkling of stars that you didn’t notice the shadows creeping up behind you until it was too late.

Screams in a language you can’t understand; an arm around your neck in a chokehold, another slipping under your knees; you thrash around, slice all you can, bite and claw at all you can grasp...

Your abductors know better than to let Fjerdan nobility get away from their grasp. They don’t know exactly who you are - but they’ve guessed from the distinguished aspect of your house that there’s a fine sum to gain from whoever will be willing to pay for you - your father for a ransom, or anyone else, in Kerch, who’ll make good use of your services.

Those brothels in Ketterdam pay good money for young girls, they hear - even more so for a Fjerdan pearl.

When they throw you on an overloaded carriage like a potato sack, you’re still yelling at the top of your lungs, pleading for your father, for one of your maids, for anyone to help you.

But no one hears.

You shed all the tears you have in the first night, tossed around in a dark chariot, off to somewhere unknown. Your father hasn’t prepared you for this - nothing, not even your books nor your fantastical imaginary adventures...

But you don’t intend on being sold off that easily. So you devise a plan to get away.

The first opportunity to break free presents itself when your kidnappers force you to board a ship; but they manage to catch you before you’ve run very far.

But second time’s the charm; with nothing better to do during the voyage than to bide your time and gnaw at your bonds, you’re able to slip from your captor’s watch, and blindly run through the harbor - just to get as far as possible from the stench of this floating carcass.

The first thing that strikes you is the odor. You’ve known the sea forever - it’s clear and bright as ice, and smells of fresh mornings and cold salt; never of this green rot that festers everywhere in these streets... and all those chimneys, all those people, who stare you down as you run down these grimy streets, barefoot in your off-white dress...

You understand that you’re farther from home than you’ve ever been, and it’s not a thrilling adventure, it’s terrifying and overwhelming, and you want nothing more than to burst into tears.

But you don’t, because a pair of strangers flag you down in a language you don’t understand.

A tall and lanky dark-skinned boy, wearing vibrant fabric and a self-assured grin; and possibly the most beautiful girl you’ve ever seen in your life, all bright eyes and genuine frown.

Paralyzed, you open your mouth, once, twice, incapable of making the slightest sound; until the girl notices your visible discomfort, and, eyeing your pale eyes, asks in the slightest of Ravkan accents;

“Are you Fjerdan?”

You nod with all your soul. You’re ready to cling onto them both for dear life.

“What happened to you?”

Your voice fails you - you can’t explain it - you haven’t even comprehended it all. You were curled up in front of the fireplace just the night before...

“Do you have anywhere to go?”

You shake your head with despair, trying to blink back the tears.

“Come with us. We know someone who’ll help you.”

You don’t mull it over very long. Maybe it’s your sheltered uprbinging that has made you naive; maybe it’s the curiously comforting warmth you see in the Ravkan girl’s eyes; but you simply have no better option, and you can’t understand a word of Kerch, or wherever it is that this barbarian folk speak.

Although your two saviors start arguing, probably about whether or not they can reasonably take you in, your tear-stained cheeks and desperate vulnerability are enough to convince them - so you follow them.

Into the lair of the Dregs, of whom you’ve never heard - and of Kaz Brekker, who you know very well.

After all, he’s the infamous gangster who invaded your homeland, broke into the Ice Court, and stole the Shu boy - or so you saw your father read in the papers. To know that you are under the same roof as that lowlife would be enough to give your father a heart attack...

You’re half convinced that he’ll throw you back to the streets, but Nina and, surprisingly, Jesper as well, plead in your favor with a greatly convincing fervor. You learn that it’s probably because Kaz has much greater worries on his mind - the criminal group is planning on retrieving one of their own from the clutches of a treacherous business partner, or so you’ve gathered.

Either way, you’re more than happy that the terrifying and redoubtable Kaz Brekker is leaving you alone, and that you can enjoy Jesper’s company.

You two become unexpectedly good friends overtime. He comes to visit you at the Crow Club, where you’re staying, almost every day. Yet communication is not your strong suit, especially in a language you don’t understand at all, and you don’t fancy yourself a particularly enthralling girl to be around.

Not when one has lived the life of a criminal, a sharpshooter, a wanderer, a playboy... well, all those things that Jesper prises himself on being, and all those words he’s taught you in Kerch.

(That and the curse words, of course, that you’re a bit intimidated to use at first, until they slip out of your mouth one evening when you drop your plate at dinner with the Dregs, and the entire canteen falls dead silent.)

“Did she just say ‘fuck’?”

“I think she just said fuck.”

“See, Matthias, she wasn’t immediately struck by lighting by Djel’s hand. You won’t die if you say it.”

Speaking of Matthias, he’s also a good friend of yours - it’s comforting and refreshing to have a familiar face around, one of Fjerdan roots and mores.

Although the rest of the group says you’re not that Fjerdan.

“You’re one of the feisty ones, at least.”

“I’m not ‘feisty’. Shut up, Jesper.”

“Ah, I see you’ve been working on the vocabulary I taught you!”

Matthias and you both have a lot of soul-searching and unlearning to do about the outside world - you were raised in particularly bigoted environments, you somewhat less than him. The hatred for the Grisha he’s been taught by the Drüskelle is fear in your case; you’ve been brought up on bedtime stories of bloodthirsty Grisha who devour unruly kids, and war and devastation caused by their unstability and blasphemous magic.

It’s even more of a shock to you when you learn Jesper is a Grisha.

Unbeknownst to you, you’ve started to fall a little for him - how could you not? He’s funny, charming, sarcastic and witty; always has the best stories to tell, and despite it all, sincerely cares for you amidst the chaos of their heist and revenge plans.

But to learn he was the kind of monster - no, the kind of creature - no, the kind of person, you force yourself to correct mentally - that you had been taught to fear for your entire life...

“I’m so sorry. You should never have been there.”

He’s pacing back and forth in your room after a shootout has gone awry and you were caught in the crossifre; it’s the first time he’s ever had to use his Durast powers to get you of the mess - and normally he wouldn’t have, because it’s a secret he wishes he could carry to the grave, but the fear of losing you was too strong...

“Thank god that I was there, though. What would you do without me?”

He’s fidgety and restless, nervously playing with his pistols, and his nervous laugh is all but genuine; and you’re huddled up on your bed, staring him down with wide eyes.

“Jesper, you...”

“Yeah, maybe not the best moment.”

“Jesper...”

“It’s like they have a knack for knowing exactly where we’re gonna be and when...”

“Jesper!”

He abruptly turns to look at you, and his eyes widen. He’s starting to understand, almost, but refuses to believe it. Your voice is a murmur, and you can hardly hold his gaze.

“Jesper, are you... going to hurt me?”

His words die in his throat. He remembers where you’re from... the garbage that they must have filled your ears and head with from the day you were born... how feverish Matthias was with Nina... he looks at his hands, and his Materialki magic rumbles like a dark curse.

“Y/N, you’re scared of me?”

The sheer hurt in his voice breaks your heart. Even though you’re trembling, you let him step closer to you, slowly. It’s Jesper in front of you, not some ungodly monster from legends... Jesper, your Jesper...

“I’m... I’m sorry...”

He cups your face in his hands, warm and just a bit moist, and stares into your eyes with a vulnerability you have never seen in him.

“I’d never do anything to hurt you, Y/N, I swear on my life. All I want is you to be safe...”

Safe from me, if that’s what you wish, he thinks for a split second, but you don’t give him time to doubt; you’ve captured his lips in a frenzied kiss, and hold on for dear life onto his lean shoulders.

Fjerda and its blind hatred is very far from you, now. You're locked in Jesper's embrace, and you won't have to hear their lies anymore.

You know you have nothing to fear from him; not now, and not ever.

800 follower sleepover CLOSED!

[the-lady-writes-what]

26. Mirio Togata

          Theme: Incubus

          Kinks: Wet dreams, somnophilia, non-con, rough sex, breeding

Yeah. I don’t know how male orgasms work, so this will probably be inaccurate. I’m not that big into actually having sex and I’m not in a comfortable level with my male friends how orgasms feel for them. I don’t know what else to tell you.

Very OC Mirio. And you know what else? He’s canonically 18.

Masterlist

Spread your legs for me.

This was a dream and a damned good one at that. Laying on top of you was a young man, ripped like a Greek god. He ordered you around with a honeyed voice. It worked like magic. You opened your legs and allowed him to slip between them. His large, protruding member grazed against your slit before parting your wet folds as powerful-looking hands stood on either side of your head. You stared up from your pillow and into the ocean-blue eyes leering at your body. He snagged your lower lip between his teeth and sucked. 

Your eyes snapped back to the blue ones staring at you. You licked your lips. Your mouth was parched; you couldn't speak. 

You dared to look down at the body shifting between your legs. You gaped at the small bulge in your lower belly, where the cock was fully seated inside of you. Hips snapped into you, making you arch your back of your mattress.

You feel good, don't you, sunshine?

Don't you worry. Let me take care of everything.

Your legs trembled the next morning. It was worse between your legs, and the muscles of your inner thighs ached with every step. Your lower back screamed at you. When you looked at yourself in the bathroom mirror, you hardly recognized your own reflection. You were pale with dark circles under your eyes. You struggled to remember what time you went to bed. Your mind was running on two brain cells as you tried to work out what happened the night before. You remembered going to bed, but after that, you couldn't remember anything at all. Dreams weren't supposed to be remembered, yet it felt like you had one. In the back of your mind, you saw a man, a handsome man, sharing your bed. He was…inside you. His cock was pounding your insides like nothing else mattered to him except make you come hard. But you couldn't remember if he succeeded. 

You scrubbed yourself clean in the shower and ventured back to your bed. Carefully, you peeled back the covers. Sure enough, there was a wet stain. You quickly tore the sheets off your mattress and dumped them in the hamper. No one was going to see, but you felt better with a clean set. 

At work, people were already noticing the difference. 

"Hey, Y/N, are you okay?" Momo asked. 

"Hm?" Was all that you could manage. 

"You look like you pulled an all-nighter. Late-night project?" 

You shook your head. "No, just had a bizarre dream."

You flitted away before Momo could see the faint blush coming over your cheeks. You fueled yourself with coffee all day in an attempt to stay awake. A knock at your office had you snapping upright in your chair and spinning around to face the door. Mr. Toshinori stood in your doorway.

"L/N, do you have a second?"

You tried not to rub sleep from your eyes. 

"Sure, what do you need?"

"I'd like to introduce a new colleague to you. He just transferred from a different branch, so I'm showing him around. Togata, this is L/N-san."

You couldn't tell if blood drained from your face or sped towards your face. The other man in your office doorway looked uncomfortably familiar. He was broad as he was tall with a mop of blonde hair. His ocean-blue eyes beamed when he saw you.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, L/N," said Togata. "I'm Mirio. Mirio Togata."

You slowly rose from your chair. You wondered if your skirt was long enough to hide your knocking knees. You reached out to shake his hand and instantly regret that decision. His palm was warm—no, hot. It was hot to the touch, and it took everything you had not to wrench your hand away. Mirio's fingers were giant compared to yours. He gripped your hand almost possessively, but with Mr. Toshinori in the same room, that much Mirio could do. The moment your hands touched, a shiver ran up your spine. You lurched forward and almost fell into Mirio's arms. You clamped your hand over your mouth to prevent your new co-worker and boss from hearing you moan. 

"L/N, what's wrong? You look sick," said Mr. Toshinori. 

"I think…I think I should go home. I'm not feeling so hot." You managed to stammer out. 

"By all means, L/N. If you're not feeling well, you should get some rest. I'll fill out the paperwork, and you can sign it off when you get back."

"Thank you, sir," you mumbled. 

Mr. Toshinori and Mirio left the room. You gathered up your stuff, signed out of your computer, and headed out. As you rounded the corner, you felt someone follow behind you. You turned to see Mirio a few steps at your back. 

"If you don't mind, I'd like to help you to your car. Mr. Toshinori was kind of enough to let me help you since you don't look so good," said Mirio.

"T-Thanks." 

Mirio stayed a few steps behind you rather than walk right at your back. Which you were grateful if anyone asked. The personal space was needed before you passed out. That all changed when you realized that you would have to take the elevator to get to the parking garage below, which meant you had to share it with Mirio standing within arm's reach of you. 

The elevator doors closed with a solemn grumble. Your heart pounded inside your chest. You glanced at Mirio from time to time, waiting for him to make a move. Although what should you be expecting? Were you that suspicious of a man you just met just because he looked similar to the one in your wet dream? Coincidence, you thought. It was all just a coincidence. You were silly, really. A niggling doubt in the back of your mind said otherwise. Mirio didn't just look similar to the man in your dream, he was too tentative, and the way his eyes followed you around should have shot up several red flags. You ignored it in favor of acting like a sensible, rational human being. 

Mirio caught you looking at him once or twice on the way down that seemed to take a century. He merely smiled and kept his hands to himself. If he indeed was the man from your dream, then he would hesitate to put his hands all over you the moment the elevator's doors closed shut. Someone like that wouldn't give a damn about the security cameras either. His smile made you melt; you were practically a puddle when you exited the elevator. Mirio followed behind as you sprinted for your car. You bit your lip. Was this such a good idea to let a strange know what kind of car you drive and what your license plate read? No, no, that couldn't be the same kind of man Mirio was. He was too polite for that creepiness. 

You made it to your car without further incident. Your heart still raced a mile a minute. Mirio stood in the periphery of your vision, never far from your sight. He remained a respectful distance away. 

"Thank you so much for your help. I hope we get to work on future projects together," you said as you fished your car keys out of your purse.

"Let me get the door for you."

Mirio moved so quickly that you didn't have time to protest. He plucked the keys from your hand, pressed the button that would unlock the car, and opened the driver-side door for you. Puzzled, you didn't think twice about the matter. You settled your stuff in the passenger seat next to you and buckled in. You bated your eyelashes without thinking anything wrong. A little flirting never hurt right. 

"Thank you," you said. 

"Not a problem." Mirio beamed. His smile could melt icecaps.

Shutting the door, Mirio leaned through the window you don't remember rolling down. 

"I'll see you tonight." His voice was velveteen. 

Your brows furrowed at his meaning. You were a deer caught in a pair of headlights when you turned to look at him. Those same ocean-blue eyes held a darker intent than merely working with you. It was the vastness of the open sea, cold and ruthless. His eyes were a void meant to suck you in and drown you in their maddening depths. Mirio's smile dimmed to a smirk, and he walked away. You watched him from your car how he turned away, walked back to the elevator, and climb inside. Before the doors closed him in, you swore that Mirio winked at you before disappearing. 

The rest of your day was a blur. You dressed in your favorite pajamas and hoped that some food and mindless channel surfing would solve all your problems. Not only were you not getting paid, but your excuse was also rather lame. As you sat on your couch and stared into your television screen, you wondered when was the last time you got a full night of sleep. You blanked. There had to be a time when you did, but you couldn't remember. Your brain was a jumbled mess, all thanks to those cursed dreams you'd been having. You couldn't even remember the last time you had an ordinary, non-sexy dream with a stranger you hadn't met until today. 

You almost loathed it when it grew dark. Night meant bedtime, and bedtime meant dreams. The longer your brain festered on those dreams, the more you grew to dread them. You looked at your reflection in the bathroom mirror as you brushed your teeth. You took a more extended look at the dark circles beneath your eyes and the sullenness taking over your face. Were your cheeks always that shallow? You spat, rinsed, and turned off the light. 

Mirio slipped through every wall and door to get inside your apartment. He would climb through every fence in the world just to get to you. Your scent was absolutely divine; it drove him insane with want. He licked his lips as he broke past the last barrier keeping you from him. The path to the bedroom was easy and one that he knew like the back of his hand. Mirio mapped out your entire apartment during his nightly trips. 

You paused at your bedside before peeling back the covers. Slowly, you got beneath your blankets and pulled them up to your neck. For the longest time, you lay there stiff as a board under your blanket and sheets. Your eyes darted around the room just to see if your new co-worker was lurking there. You set your phone face down on the nightstand after fifteen minutes of you lying in bed and staring at the ceiling. You flipped your bedside lamp off with a sigh.

You closed your eyes, still expecting Mirio to slink in. The room was silent. The only noise you could make out were the soft footsteps from the people in the apartment above you and the gust of wind against your windowpane. A prayer fell from your lips that whatever was coming for you in the night would leave you be.

He stood at the foot of the bed to watch you sleep. You snuggled up to your blankets like a child seeking protection. A few pieces of cloth weren't enough to protect you from him. Mirio crept a bit closer. When he was stood beside you, he peeled away the blankets and sheets. Lavender wafted up to his nose. 

"Changed your sheets after last night, eh? You humans are so peculiar about your habitats. It is a shame, though. I might have wanted you to sleep a little longer in your come. Get you used to it. Oh, well."

His hands worked the buttons of your sleep shirt, and the silken fabric fell away with no more than a gentle tug. Your long bottoms made him scowl. How dare you hide your lovely from him. That alone deserved punishment. You murmured in your sleep as Mirio tugged your pants and underwear down in one go. Tonight, he had no intention of putting you back together again. You would sleep naked after he was done with you. The only thing he wished he could do was to see your face when you woke up and found yourself naked. No matter. Good things come to those who wait. 

Mirio wasted no time dishevelling his clothes. Being a demon, he could have easily dissolved them or faded through them. He wanted this to be special and want to remember every detail. The act of stripping down made him feel a bit more compatible with you, a human. It was pretend, a show. Eventually, you would see his proper form and tremble. For now, Mirio settled for having you like this, vulnerable to his power and entirely at his mercy. 

He climbed into bed with you and reclined on his side. His tongue ran across his lips just by looking at your body. You shivered in the cold. You should have stirred and awoken to your body bare of even a sheet to protect you from his gaze. Mirio's magic made it impossible for you to open your eyes unless he desired it so. You were going to belong to him shortly enough, but why spoil it now? Mirio thought himself cruel for dragging it out like this but admitted to liking this game.

Mirio ran a finger down the column of your throat and let it trail down to your belly button and back again. He hummed with delight as he touched your smooth skin. He palmed your breast and tweaked your nipple to a stiff peak. Mirio shifted on the bed until his lips found your neck and suckled. He kissed your shoulders and licked your skin. Mirio's large hands groped your chest. 

"You fill my hands up nicely, Y/N. Your body feels like it already belongs to me," he murmured against your skin. 

Mirio placed his knee against your cunt, rubbing your clit occasionally against the hard muscle. He drew your knees upwards and settled himself firmly between your legs. Kissing your lips, his hands never left your chest. While he kissed your mouth, his hands never ceased to pinch and massage your chest. His cock grew stiff, just thinking about what it would look like sandwiched in the middle of your perfect breasts. 

"More time for that later. Let's get down to business, shall we, sunshine?" 

Mirio lined his cock against your pussy, now soppy wet from his ministrations. He smiled to himself at how easy it was to manipulate your body towards his needs. If you had been awake, he imagined that your eyes would roll into the back of your head at the stretch. His cock slipped in with only a little resistance. Your walls clenched around his intrusion before easing up. His first thrust helped him bottom out. Mirio closed his eyes at the feel of your body wet, warm, and tight for him. For him alone. 

"That's my sunshine. That's my girl. Oh, yes," Mirio grunted.

His hands bruised your hips as he dragged you up and down his cock, forced it to meet him thrust for thrust. While you slept, your walls clamped down around Mirio's cock. He snapped his hips back and forth as he felt your strength leave your body and enter him. Call it 'tit for tat.' Mirio was giving your body all the pleasure it could ever need and the seed it so desperately wanted. The only price was just a little bit of your energy. Soon, very soon, Mirio wouldn't need to take any more from you. He would be able to have you all to himself, and no force on earth could stop him. 

Mirio adored the sweet squelching sounds your pussy made as he pounded into it. You were flooding him with your juices, and you didn't even know it. He couldn't wait to see what your eyes looked like when he pleasured your consciousness. Though your mind was too far gone to realize that it wasn't merely a dream, you couldn't wake up until Mirio wanted you to. This was the way of his kind, only most were one and done. Mirio needed more and more of you to himself. He couldn't stop after one feeding. The only way for him to keep you without draining away your life was a simple spell. All he had to do was get you pregnant. 

You were close; he could feel it. Pleasured seared down his spine and threatened to burst, but he wanted to hold out a little while longer. Mirio moved faster, faster. He saw the bruises forming on your hips, the tighter he held on. He would rather crush your hips than stop when you were both so close. Your cunt squeezed around him. 

"That's it, good girl. Squeeze me. I'm going to give you everything. Better not spill a drop."

You whined in your sleep as you arched your back. Mirio watched your face as it scrunched up. In pain or ecstasy, it was hard to tell the difference. Your body convulsed around him. Your floodgates opened to him and coated Mirio's cock with your come. It was more than enough to allow Mirio to do the same. The searing tingle shot down his spine and burst like an explosion. He stopped gripping your hips to seize hold of the headboard and hold it tight. Mirio shoved his cock in as far as it would go to ensure that none of his come leaked out. He could feel himself releasing so quickly that it made his head spin. When the final drop hit, he slowly, reluctantly, pulled away from your welcoming cunt. Your insides and your inner thighs were covered in him, just the way he liked. 

Mirio dressed then looked over his shoulder at your sleeping and battered form. There were bound to be questions when you woke up, but it was a shame he couldn't see it. He satisfied himself for now by kissing your forehead and whispering, "Pleasant dreams."

[boop-le-snoot]

PARTY FAVOURS | CHAPTER 19

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Summary+TWs: We're talking serious feelings here, okay? Reader, you're literally emotionally illiterate. You also have PTSD, which is finally addressed - kinda. Bruce does his best. And he also knows how to kiss... But y'all know that if you read my ramblings about lucid dreaming/shifting/whatever... Chile-, anyways...

My phone kept buzzing and I ignored it until Bruce declared it was time to take a break and review the results. Whilst the man was typing up the data on a nearby StarkPad, I fought the sudden influx of messages that I received from haters and supporters alike after Tony decided on tweeting a reply that could be interpreted in an alarming variety of ways. It was a smart move, I'll admit, but a fucking bother for me nonetheless.

Disabling my DMs and dealing with a follower increase in the thousands wasn't hard; I didn't consider myself a problematic asshole and didn't need to be afraid of "exposure". The parties I went to - I doubted there was any blackmail material in there and the few nudes I'd sent over the years were always face-less. As a gen Z, I knew my internet safety.

The trolls didn't bother me either. It was more sad than annoying, people shitting on others for clout. Iron Man stans were witty, at least, if jealous. I must admit I've never considered the influx of popularity I would experience should I publicly out myself as a friend of Tony's. Girlfriend? Intern? Science child? Whatever cover story he was going to feed the press worked for me, as long as I still got the hugs, the kisses, the dick and the attention.

"Tony..." Bruce groaned, evidently done with the data processing, had to have opened his social media to see his own skyrocketing popularity.

"Yeah, our Tony is being a Tony again," I chuckled, having reset my social media settings so my phone wouldn't constantly beep, vibrate and bother me. School was going to be fun.

Bruce shook his head, fond, coming over to my side of the lab after removing his own hazmat suit. His eyes shiny with newfound knowledge and hair turned adorably fluffy in the confines of the head covering. He was smiling softly. "Food?"

"Sure."

We chewed our sandwiches in silence for a moment, each of us lost in our thoughts.

"I still can't believe Tony told everyone on Twitter you're his girlfriend, usually he keeps this stuff private or schedules a fancy press conference," Bruce's tone was thoughtful.

I raised an eyebrow. "Is that what it was? Seemed ambiguous to me..." I trailed off, confused.

"He worded it like that on purpose, I mean, you're still in high school," The scientist was confident in his words. "But I know Tony. I'm a hundred percent sure that he meant exactly that. Aren't you?"

Shock flooded me. Suddenly, I understood I completely misread the situation. "Um, no? I thought we were, y'know, just fucking. We never defined our relationship and we're definitely not exclusive." I said, chewing on my lip. "You make a valid argument, I'm a high school student and he's a grown ass man that does grown man stuff. Putting aside the fact that he could have anybody in the world so why would he choose me?" I was rambling, thinking out loud. Discussing my feelings has never my strong forte. "It would be stupid to impose monogamy on such a complex man like Tony. Downright idiotic to expect a genius to confine to social norms just because it suits others." I finished with a wave of my hand. Another bubble of thought that had festered within me for the longest time. I felt relieved, finally voicing it out loud. A weight had been lifted off my shoulders, a weight I wasn't previously consciously aware of.

Bruce was watching me intently, with an unreadable expression that held the tiniest bit of awe, admiration perhaps. The silence that followed was unnerving. I fidgeted with my hands, not really knowing where to put them or where to look.

"You know," He took off his glasses, fiddling them in his hands. "I'm not going to sugar coat it. For the longest time, I thought you were going to inadvertently hurt him when you get bored with whatever you've got going on. I respect you, don't misunderstand me, but you are young. Now, I've changed my mind. You've changed my mind," He punctuated his statement with his hand on mine, grasping it. "I think you managed to understand him in a way most people can't. Or don't want to. Understand and accept him in a way that some of us can't even after years of working and living side by side with him." Bruce's gentle fingers skimmed along the top of my palm.

"I don't always understand Tony but I do accept him," I agreed. "Because Tony is a great man."

"I think you're in love with him," Bruce said, absolutely having ignored my previous statement. Just like that, point blank, he pushed to the surface the very feelings I got so good at ignoring. There was no rest for me in this place.

My heart fluttered, picking up the pace. I kept my mouth shut, not trusting it whatsoever. My thoughts became akin to panicked hares, jumping and zigzagging aimlessly in my skull. I didn't see the point in defending myself because the scientist had pointed out the obvious.

Bruce looked at me, softly, warmly. "And don't think we haven't noticed the rise in team morale. The improvement not only in communication, but on the battlefield, too. It's easier to entrust your back to someone with whom you've shared a laugh and a drink the previous night. You're the glue that keeps us together."

Something warm and wet was on my cheeks. I stared at our clasped hands, his words echoing in my head over and over and over. The moment I realized I was crying, I willed myself to stop and failed spectacularly - only more salty fluid streamed down, some of it getting in my nose, on my lips. The sleepless nights were making me unstable.

It took a single sniffle for Bruce to pick me up and wrap up in his kind embrace. I didn't resist, tucking my face into the crook of his neck, holding onto the back of his lab coat, inhaling the smell of his skin and chemicals. It was familiar, calming. Minutes ticked by with me slowly leaking the tension out of my body.

"He loves you, too, maybe he just doesn't realize it yet." Bruce whispered into my hair. "I've never seen Tony so happy, even with Pepper. You are special and you are loved."

There was something unsaid, I felt it. It hung in the ear, it burned the tips of my ears, stood sharp on the tip of my tongue. "I love you too, Bwucie-bear," I whispered into the space between his ear and his jaw. His arms tightened around me.

The man placed several chaste kisses in my hair, running a palm over my back. In moments like these, the crush for him, the very crush that got out of control, blossomed fully into a deep sense of respect and admiration. He made me feel safe. He said all the right words at the right time.

Drowsiness overtook me. As usual, any worries and anxieties I had evaporated, once Banner had his arms around me, shielding me from the world. I didn't forbid myself this time: delicately, my hand slipped through the man's soft messy curls, eliciting a contented sigh.

"You haven't been sleeping well," He more stated than asked.

I had no choice but to nod. "Clint keeps dying in my dreams. Or even worse, he doesn't, he just suffers, endlessly, painfully." I admitted.

Bruce flinched under me, tensing. My face was in between his hands in a second, the scientist sternly looking into my eyes. "Why didn't you say anything? All of us assumed you were okay after what happened." He looked - angry. Not Hulk-out pissed but Bruce-pissed, which equalled a kicked-puppy look seasoned with a great pinch of disappointment.

"I am okay." I lied, shamelessly. "It's getting better. That's why I want to have a party - relax a little, dance, socialize. I don't think Tony would let me go on my own so I figured I can convince him to throw one here." I looked away. It was better for everyone if I dealt with my own problems - they were superheroes, not babysitters.

Bruce frowned. "Why wouldn't Tony let you go?"

"Because of that one time I snorted coke," I rolled my eyes at Bruce's naiveté, leaving the less obvious parts unsaid. Tony knew exactly what I was going to do once I got free reign, he considered it destructive and told me so himself. Admittedly, he had a point but still... I wished I'd been given a choice.

"I'll talk to him," Bruce nodded firmly. "That's not acceptable. He can't forbid you from making mistakes and learning from them."

He was met with my shrug. No excitement came from me regarding this particular turn of conversation. I was drained, limbs like jello, thoughts sluggish. My face was drooping.

"Let's get you to bed," Banner stood up with me wrapped around him. "You need a nap."

"No," I protested. If I went to sleep now, only Satan knew at what ungodly hour I would wake up.

"Yes, Princess," Bruce smirked. I wiggled uncomfortably - when he went all caretaker like, my ovaries wreaked havoc on my body and brain. My thoughts weren't appropriate if Bruce wanted me to see him as a father figure. The signals he was sending were mixed. People around me did that a lot and I wasn't sure how to act so I usually just went with the flow. I decided to do the very same thing in that particular moment.

Curiosity sparked within me, tightly interwoven with the deep longing that settled below my collarbones whenever Tony or one of the others wasn't sitting next to me or talking my ear off. I've almost forgotten how it was to be alone with my thoughts. The maze of my very own self was becoming unfamiliar territory. Alarming.

I allowed Bruce to help me shed my shoes and outer layer of clothing, shivering in the coolness of my room. Despite being a frequent visitor, I still had a 'guest' room in the tower - I mostly stayed at Tony's or Wanda's anyways. During our sleepovers neither me nor the witch minded sharing her enormous bed, to be fair, we could have fit at least two more people in it besides us. Tony took care of his own - all the tower's residents had their apartments furnished with the best stuff.

"Sleep now, Princess," Bruce chastised, tucking a blanket around me, having noticed an earbud in my ear and my smartphone in my hand. I had hoped to kill some time online, damn well knowing sleep wouldn't come easy.

"I don't think I can fall asleep, Bruce," I admitted, looking away. There was just so much going on. My brain wouldn't shut up and if I couldn't drown out the cacophony by being productive, I'd troll the internet, as usual.

Banner sighed, coming to sit next to me, leaning against the headboard. Gently running his fingers through my hair, brushing the outside of his palm against my cheek. "How do you usually deal with this?"

Involuntarily, my eyelashes fluttered. "Tony does most of the work," I admitted coyly. The engineer had a whole arsenal of tricks up his sleeve - sexy and exhausting tricks.

"I see," Bruce muttered, thoughtfully.

I opened my eyes to see him looking down at me with a look I haven't seen before. The usual mildly absent, slightly anxious face he wore was replaced by something I could only describe as hurt envy, like a kid looking at their schoolmate who had all the newest, coolest toys. I used to be on the receiving end of that look far too often and I hated it.

I hid my face against his leg, rubbing my cheek on the raspy corduroy fabric of his pants. "Got any good ideas of your own?" I wondered lowly, thinking about what in the world possessed Bruce to wear corduroy trousers on a semi-casual day, in the twenty-first century.

"Only bad ideas," He replied in a matching low tone. His soft fingertips relocated to my nape, goosebumps rising down my back.

"Humour me," I grinned against his leg.

Bruce was quiet for a moment, the sound of his thinking screaming louder than any words could have done. Knowing the scientist so closely, I found out he was full of surprises - bolder than he appeared outwardly and competitive to a boot. He thought he had a lot to prove to himself and by extension, to others. The unknown, the mystery dangling in front of my nose was exhilarating, trepidation addictive. It took me away from the chaos in my mind.

A gentle grasp on my chin had me turning to look upwards, Bruce's face flushed and focused on my own, open and trusting. He needed to see the obvious, that I trusted him to take care of me. He pulled and I followed, sitting up on my elbows, coming up to his shoulder level, our faces inches apart, enveloped in the unique, intense scent of his herbal tea. It was a tart, strong smell and it suited his quiet but passionate character.

Once, twice, I caught my eyes sliding to his plump lips. They looked far too appealing in this position. I usually strategically stayed away from positions so compromising, fearing the very thing that I'd already let happen, however this time the atmosphere was different. We stood on ambiguous grounds, waiting for Bruce to make a decision.

The man wasn't stupid, he saw the way I looked at him. The nightmares and inability to take a break from life put a significant dent in my resolve to keep a distance between us, romantically - I could have settled even for a pity kiss, a pity fuck. Anything to put my brain on pause.

His lips were softer than I had imagined. Skilled, too, he easily steered the kiss into the shallow waters of our combined longing.

With Tony, it was like an avalanche. Tony ran hot like Peterbilt engines, hard and fast, almost angry in his race for satisfaction. Tony was a man that was used to getting whatever he wanted and it became plainly obvious when we fucked.

Bruce was the opposite. He savoured the kiss, losing himself in a way that could almost be described as delicate. Bruce was humming, softly, as we tasted each other, holding the left side of my face with careful fingertips. Almost as if he was afraid to break me. The feel of his skin on mine was soothing in a way that made me sigh and relax even further.

"Wanna make you feel good." His voice had dropped, gone husky, but his breathing held even. He must know all about self-control.

"Yeah," I was ready to agree with whatever the fuck he was offering. My eyelids remained shut.

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[littlespoonevan]

hiii! I really hope I'm not bothering you but... are you taking prompts? 👀 cause I love your fics and this is kinda your fault because I read your post about 9x06 lol but now I can't stop thinking about I&M having a *real talk* like... "I'm sorry I let you go" 🥺?

Sorry it took me a while to get to this - my ao3 fics kept me quite busy the past few weeks! okay so i’ve written about the aftermath of 9x06 quite a few times but never an actual, full “talk about everything” conversation in its entirety so i decided to give it a whirl here! 

for the record i 100% believe they had a conversation like this within the first week, if not 24 hours, of being in the cell together and find it absolutely preposterous john wells tried to act like they hadn’t in 10x03 and then again in 10x08 bc all ian wanted to do legit all season was talk things through and that didn’t come from nowhere but ANYWAY, they’ve got a lot of things to sort through but i did my best to cover as much as i could!

I hope you like it <3

*

The lights have been out for five minutes and Ian just about manages to stay in his bunk long enough for the guard to do his final check of their cell before he’s swinging himself down from his bed to crawl in next to Mickey.

He’s met with kisses and a muffled laugh into his mouth and fuck, he never thought he’d get to do this again. He allows himself to get lost in Mickey’s body for a few minutes, trading hungry kisses while their hands roam wherever either of them can reach, like they’re trying to commit one another’s skin to memory again – not that Ian has any intention of letting Mickey go this time.

He’s been itching to touch Mickey like this all day – they’d managed a hurried, flustered mutual reunion handjob before but they couldn’t risk anything more. Even that had been reckless but he’s pretty sure he lost any and all sense the second Mickey walked through the door of his cell.

He wants more now, wants Mickey whatever way he can have him, but a thought makes him pause and as soon as he thinks it he can’t stop thinking about it.

Is this supposed to be reunion sex or make-up sex?

Ian had done a lot of soul-searching and self-reflection after he’d left Mickey at the border and he just- he wants to talk about it. He doesn’t want them to jump straight into everything again and let their issues fester like they used to. Sex has never been a problem for them, communication on the other hand…

Mickey must notice he’s slowed down because he leans back, a confused smile on his face. “What?”

Ian looks at him and feels nothing but an all-consuming, addictive kind of love envelope him. He loves Mickey so fucking much – he hadn’t been able to stop even when he wanted to – he’s not going to hurt him again. But that means he needs to do this right. “Do you think we should talk first?” he asks uncertainly.

They’d both sort of agreed earlier that they would talk eventually when they’d been catching up and found themselves naturally slipping into deeper territory. They’d said they could worry about it later. But well, it’s later now.

Mickey appraises him for a moment and Ian tries not to panic when he notices his expression shutter the tiniest bit. Cradling Mickey’s jaw, he runs a thumb across his cheek. “Mick, I wanna do this right this time. We should talk about it.”

Mickey’s expression softens somewhat at that. “Talk about what?”

Ian blows out a breath. “Everything, I guess?”

He’s not sure they ever really talked out their issues in the past. He thinks they would’ve when Mickey brought him back home after he took off for the army. But Ian had already been halfway to manic by then and hadn’t exactly been in the most rational frame of mind to discuss the deep shit.

Mickey shifts onto his back, still keeping one arm around Ian, and Ian fits himself against Mickey’s side, head half on the pillow, half on Mickey’s shoulder.

“Well, if we’re talking about everything,” Mickey starts, rolling his head to the side and meeting Ian’s eyes. “I’m sorry.”

And that’s- what?

“What the fuck are you sorry for?” Ian asks with a frown – he’s pretty sure he’s the one with a laundry list of apologies to make here.

Mickey huffs out a laugh but it sounds sad. “Jesus, Ian. Did you just block out the first year and a half of our relationship?” He averts his gaze for a second before looking back to Ian with renewed determination. “I’m sorry for all the times I pushed you away or pretended this didn’t mean anything or ended it because I got scared or hit you- fuck-“

“Mickey,” Ian says, cutting him off with a hand on Mickey’s chest. “You think I resent you for any of that?” he says, words quietly disbelieving. “Or that I don’t get why you acted the way you did? Yeah, sure, it fucking hurt at the time but I’m pretty sure you made up for it a thousand times over with everything that came afterwards.”

When I almost burned our relationship to the ground, he thinks, and all you did was try to love me.

Mickey glances away again, looking more bashful this time. “It still doesn’t make it okay.”

“Yeah, well if it wasn’t already clear, I forgive you,” Ian tells him, feeling his mouth tick up at the edges when Mickey starts to smile at him. And he can’t help leaning to brush their lips together – just once before he allows himself to get side-tracked.

It’s his turn now.

“While we’re doling out apologies,” he starts, feeling shame burn through him. Even thinking about half the shit he’s done makes him question how the fuck Mickey’s still here. “I’m so fucking sorry, Mick. Jesus. For all of it.”

Mickey stares at him with something vulnerable in his eyes and Ian wonders if anyone’s ever actually apologised to Mickey for hurting him before. That thought alone is enough for him to keep going.

“I’m sorry for giving you an ultimatum after the wedding. I was just- fuck, I was at breaking point, y’know? I know what happened that day with Terry was a million times worse for you-“

Mickey tenses at that and Ian thinks they’re going to talk about a lot tonight but they probably won’t talk about that. Some scars just run too fucking deep.

“I always wondered,” Mickey interrupts quietly, staring at Ian’s hand on his chest instead of Ian himself. “If that day was your trigger or whatever.”

Ian’s wondered it too, has considered bringing it up whenever he does go to therapy countless times, but he can never make himself say it out loud.

“It might’ve been,” he says slowly. “But if it was that’s Terry’s fault, not yours.”

Mickey nods absently and Ian shifts forward until he can press his forehead to Mickey’s temple. “None of it was our fault, Mick.”

Neither of them speaks for a beat – everything they’ve left unsaid hanging heavy in the air between them until Ian eventually decides to carry on.

“And I know I said sorry for this one before,” he continues. “But I’m sorry for trying to make you come out.”

Mickey shakes his head as if to tell him it doesn’t matter. But it does.

“And for all the fucking bullshit I pulled with you while I was manic. Not even just the big stuff – the cheating, the porno, Yevgeny – but all of it. I didn’t treat you how I wanted to back then.” Ian feels tears burn behind his eyes just thinking about it and his pulse is ragged by the time Mickey finally turns his head to look at him.

His eyes are shining and Ian’s heart is fucking broken. “You were sick, Ian.”

“Doesn’t make any of it okay,” Ian mumbles, closing his eyes when he feels Mickey’s fingers graze against the back of his neck. “Just- I really need you to know that the only reason I broke up with you was because Monica fucking got in my head and I could see how much I was killing you and I didn’t want that for you, Mick,” he says, voice low and desperate, begging Mickey to understand. “The thought of you just staying with me and letting me hurt you over and over again was too fucking much. Especially back then when I felt like I’d never feel normal again.”

Mickey is quiet for a moment before he squeezes the back of Ian’s neck. “I’m not excusin’ shit, Ian. Losing you back then- it nearly fucking broke me. But it’s like what you said about the stuff I did. It’s not okay. But I know why you did it.”

Ian nods, sniffling back the tears threatening to fall and burying his face in Mickey’s neck to press an apologetic kiss against the spot where his neck meets his shoulder. Mickey’s arm tightens around him in response and it’s enough to give Ian courage to deliver the final part of his apology.

He leans back, pushing up on his elbow so he can look down at Mickey and meets his gaze while he talks. “I’m sorry I didn’t go with you to Mexico,” he whispers, breath hitching. “I’m so fucking sorry but I wanted to believe so badly that I actually had my shit together and-“

Mickey cuts him off before he can say anymore, lips upturned in a rueful smile. “I’m not mad about that,” he murmurs.

Ian frowns in confusion. “You’re not?”

Mickey nods, blowing out a resigned breath. “You were fucking right, Ian. Where were we supposed to get your meds? I spent two years working for a fucking cartel, that’s not exactly the kinda stress-free, routine life you needed to be living.” Mickey shakes his head, shrugging half-heartedly. “I didn’t think it through, I just wanted to be with you again – couldn’t see past that, y’know?”

And Ian is so fucking in love with him. He can’t believe Mickey still has so much goddamn faith in him.

“Fat lotta good it did anyway,” he huffs bitterly. “Goin’ home. Look where I ended up.”

He’d given Mickey the basics of what’d happened with the whole Gay Jesus thing earlier. But it’s still hard to believe how quickly things spiralled after he came home from the border.

Mickey doesn’t say anything because there’s not much to say really but he links his fingers together with the hand Ian’s still got resting on his chest which is an answer in and of itself.

“Listen,” Ian murmurs, meeting Mickey’s gaze and hoping he can see the sincerity there. “I know- I don’t expect you to just give me blanket forgiveness right now, okay? I don’t blame you if you don’t believe me,” he says, voice feeling thick with emotion. “But let me make it up to you, alright? Let me prove that I’m in this this time. I’m not fuckin’ around again, Mick. I’m not- I can’t let you go again.”

Mickey doesn’t reply right away and Ian watches as a myriad of emotions flickers across his face. Eventually though, his throat bobs and he offers Ian a hint of a smile. “You let me make my shit up to you. It’d be pretty fuckin’ hypocritical if I didn’t let you do the same.”

Ian huffs out a relieved laugh, resting his forehead against Mickey’s shoulder. “Or smart, maybe.”

“When have I ever fuckin’ been smart around you, Gallagher?” Mickey says amusedly and Ian raises his head again, leaning in until there’s the barest inch of space between them.

“I mean it,” he whispers steadfastly. “If it takes a week or a year to make you trust me again, I’ll do it. I promise.”

Mickey’s expression is calm and open as he watches him and Ian revels at being allowed to see the vulnerability behind his eyes – more as a sign of trust than because Mickey can’t conceal it for once. He closes the distance between them and tries to pour every bit of love and devotion he possesses into the kiss, hoping Mickey can feel it.

When their lips dislodge after a minute or so Ian rearranges them until he’s the one lying on his back and Mickey’s head is resting on his chest.

“I missed you so fucking much,” Mickey admits into the cotton of Ian’s tank top and Ian closes his eyes, feeling a lump swell in his throat as his eyes begin to water.

“I missed you too,” he murmurs hoarsely, tightening his arms around Mickey like he could fuse their bones together and pressing a firm kiss to Mickey’s hair. “I love you.”

“Love you too,” Mickey mumbles and it’s just three words but it feels like fucking salvation to Ian’s ears.

They’re gonna be alright.

*

[elmidol]

PSA: Being Damaged Doesn’t Excuse Hurting Others

For the longest time I said nothing at all in regards to the harassment and stalking I received by an author I met in person. To my knowledge they have left the fandom, however maybe they just changed their penname. Seeing the post by @wayward-rose​ and the rest who were wronged by Mrs. Z and the reactions from others who have been uncomfortable with her behavior, it sort of made me reevaluate things. Not only the behavior of the author who wronged me, but my own actions subsequent to this. The excuse given by Mrs. Z in regards to multiple hate asks and such have led to her reactions… I get it but I do not condone it. For so long I did not name the author save to a few friends. Some know the author’s name solely because I have since admitted that it was the former co-author of the “This Isn’t In My Programming” fic that was discontinued. I’ve been asked even recently for the author’s name as well as what exactly happened.

This may be long-winded, I don’t know. I am not excusing negative behavior from my end on here that I will be disclosing. This is, in a way, something I should have spoken about much sooner. When certain readers at the time could tell there was an extreme difference in my attitude. Where I became very intolerant of some things. This is how I was not completely the victim, but at times the one in the wrong. And it is due to my experience that I can understand some of Mrs. Z’s bitterness but not her acceptance of it and the argument that she is in the right. This is not making it about me either. This is at last coming forward after having been asked to do so for close to two years.

 The author, MeganD1, and I met in person a few times. We had connected over instagram, and after she learned we lived in neighboring states she had said it would be cool to meet. I agreed but was not quite ready. She persisted. Pushed. I agreed. Upon agreeing, she had posted on her fandom instagram that she was meeting me along with the location of where I lived. I told her I was NOT okay with that. She deleted, apologized, but also said she did not know why it was a big deal. I let that slide since she had deleted it. During that first meeting, we had a great time. I told her how one of my favorite Lucasfilm artists, Eric Maell, had reached out to me one time when I was going through a very rough period. It had meant the world. I told Megan of my dream to meet him one day at a convention. She hadn’t known the artists aside from one piece he had done. She had had no interest in him.

 While together, we went shopping at a mall and talked. She did admit to contacting me to begin with because I had been one of the bigger author names for Kylo/Reader and Hux/Reader fics at the time. She also admitted to talking shit about me with another author. And I regret not listening to those warning bells. Megan and I discussed triggers and tropes in fanfics (which we did again on our second meeting). We had fun.

 The second time she visited, I had invited her and she stayed a few days at my house. We again went shopping and also sat down at a restaurant to talk. I opened up about my sexual assault to her. It was the first time I had spoken about details to someone in person like that. I kept having to look away from her face. I felt ashamed. I was shaking a bit. Trying to not panic. I thought it was a relief, believed she was understanding.

 We went to my house afterwards. On the way, Megan told me some plans she had for a fic of hers that she was writing and I was reading. I mentioned having triggers with those issues. So she elaborated on it, explained it differently. There was 0 way I'd have known that it was going to trigger me as it did. I'd NEVER been triggered like that. this was after she had gone back home. That’s what I’ll touch upon in a minute. We watched The Office together. Pitched the idea to co-write a story, and that is how This Isn’t In My Programming was born. Side note that during her visiting, I have endometriosis so have issues with that. I was doubled over the entire time but learned later it was due to having colitis; she did not help at all, so I essentially took out all her trash, took all her dishes, had to cook for her..which some of this is fine. I'm willing to do it. But being literally doubled over....it was a sore thing that I didn't address with her until later

 Fast forward to her returning home, writing the chapter, and posting it. Okay so I was triggered by the scene, privately told her on chat in instagram that she needed to include a trigger warning because it was a pretty intense scene and also told her that I couldn't read the fic anymore. Which I didn't think was an issue since she had stopped reading mine for similar reasons or else because she just didn't like them. She reacted by posting an a/n on her fic stating how she never meant to offend anyone, how she should give up writing. She didn't mention my name but basically got a ton of the readers to shittalk me for being triggered. It was one of the most hurtful and fucked up things for me. To read those comments from people who read my fics, who chatted with me. Talking about me like that; and me wondering if they would still believe that if they knew all the details. So here is where some bitterness and resentment started in me. Why some of my notes became venomous and hard.

 It was not okay for me to say certain things, to bash others. It was hypocritical. So this is where I understand Mrs. Z when she says that about the hate comments. But we’re adults and should take that step back. I regret many of the things I said. Which, again, I will get to in a bit.

 Megan posted on her fandom ig and personal ig how she was going to delete her ig. Told me in chat how she was going to give up writing. Where I was begging her to not, telling her I did love her writing, I just couldn't read this specific fic. Mind you, during the panic attack I was in the bathroom on the floor with a towel shoved into my mouth and screaming and crying. Struggling to breathe. I had my phone with me and was chatting with Juulna between breaths when I could. She was trying to help me calm, to get me through it. I didn’t share that with Megan because I had not wanted her to feel so bad. I did not give her the details of my panic attack, but she still reacted so severely.

 When she calmed down, I tried to get her to understand why that had hurt me. She couldn't understand so I said that we should end communications. She said she was open to discussing things if I felt differently. So I thought on it and wrote up an email explaining how she had hurt me and also my part in having let a few emotions fester such as not addressing her behavior when I was doubled over in pain.  I am going to show the email. There is a name of another author that will be omitted. First I have to speak of another thing, how MeganD1 would tell me in chat how she wished she had endometriosis or something else to better understand others. I did not know at the time that she was asking Juulna for information on my health conditions and playing it off as someone else. This Juulna and I pieced together after the post-stalking fic got put on ao3 by putting together portions of conversation with keywords/phrases/situations. So this alone was a violation to me. Especially with how open I am about my conditions because I want to spread awareness. I’m mentioning this behavior since it is addressed in the email.

She countered by saying she could never put herself in my shoes for being triggered because she is an only child, doesn't have to "wait to buy things when they're on sale" (due to my medical conditions, I live with my parents and can't hold a job). Threw my family dynamics at me. Then started to go through how she was bullied since a young age. And it isn't like I didn't empathize. I thanked her for being honest with me. I’m going to show a small portion here that does not include her personal information or anything like that.

So a disclaimer that the only people I have directly told I cannot continue reading their fic are friends with whom I chat with off of ao3 and largely due to them asking me what I think of the latest chapter. Otherwise I wouldn’t say a thing. They, likewise, have done the same with me. I thought it was so we could respect boundaries/triggers and support one another with other fics we could read. Cheering them on with those we can’t. I have worked on this since everything happened. I’m not perfect. Back to the issue...

After this email and taking time to digest it, I restated my position that we were parting ways.

Not long later I went onto the Kylo/Reader page and a summary of a new fic caught my eye. That was my hometown. That was not a Star Wars planet being named. Those tags were all my triggers and some of them were things she had openly bashed to my face. I had another panic attack, this one where I called up Juulna to talk in with voice. She couldn’t even understand me.Nor could my mother, who had heard me from downstairs and came up to check on me. I couldn’t stop crying, couldn’t stop feeling so violated and like the biggest fucking idiot for ever trusting her. I opened the fic because I was in doubt. But it was there. Details that others wouldn’t catch but that I did. She has since deleted the fic and even admitted that she did it to spite me. But this was the fic that changed so much. That made it to where I could not go onto the Kylo/Reader page for years.

This was the fic that prompted me to make a note on instagram a few times bashing people who romanticize rape and other triggering content. Where I stated if someone read those fics they were disgusting and I didn’t want them near me. So can I understand Mrs. Z being harsh? I fucking can, but it does not make it right just like my notes were not right and I deleted them. I reached out to a few people and apologized for them too.

This is the fic where when @kylosbrickhousebody​ mentioned I inspired them with Three Blind Tooke to write Mercurial...this is the fic that made me think it was a sick joke that they mentioned me. Why I thought it was malicious. I hadn’t known her, and I did apologize to her for my accusations. She understood where I was coming from when I told her why I thought that. Understood but equally held me accountable for my reaction. That I lashed out instead of coming to her. Because, at the end of the day, I AM accountable for MY actions. Even if we can empathize with them, it does NOT make them right.

I’ve been asked why I didn’t report the fic by MeganD1 to ao3. I was fucking terrified. I was scared to admit that this was me, that that was my home. I was scared they wouldn’t believe me. I was dealing with my sexual assault, dealing with the fact that I was in denial over it in part because I’d been told to “get over it”. Dealing with the colitis and an impending hysterectomy. My Grammy’s recently diagnosed breast cancer. I was so broken down with hurt and fear. I just watched the comments and kudos roll in for a fic that violated me to the core. I let the resentment build. And how was that fair to any of the individuals who would have avoided it if they had known what the fuck it was about?

While she was updating the fic, MeganD1 was also cyberstalking me on instagram, possibly tumblr as well. I privated my personal account from her. My fandom account I knew she was stalking with hers because she accidentally liked then unliked things. She had multiple accounts. Then she would view my story posts. I am guilty of checking on her fandom account once or twice, and she had made vague references to me in her captions. I deleted that fandom account. Made a new one. Followed my favorite Lucasfilm artist. Suddenly she was commenting on his posts. Talking about how much fun she had meeting him at a convention. My fucking dream that she stole with an artist she didn’t care about until I had mentioned him. I’ve never been able to go onto his page since. She found me though. Found that new account...so after months of not being stalked it started up. I deleted that fandom account. I stopped participating much at all.

The point is that throughout all of this, I was still and am still accountable for my own actions, for how I respond to others. I still get hate comments on fics. Do i want to lash out? Yeah. But I don’t. Sometimes I can take that step back and just ignore it. Other times I reach out to a friend for advice. Because no matter what, no matter just how bad things are, there are behaviors that are absolutely inexcusable. It doesn’t matter how hurt or broken we are. Saying something that hurts and possibly breaks someone else doesn’t fix anything. It creates more chaos. And I know that I hurt some readers I no longer interact with. Some who didn’t and don’t know any of this behind the scenes stuff. My hurt, however, does not justify hurting them.

So with the bravery of @wayward-rose​ and @callmehopeless​ and so many others, and with those who reached out and asked to hear what happened to me... I’m answering what happened to the best of my ability. While also, I hope, showing that those who empathize with Mrs. Z, it’s not bad to work to understand her hurt at times when she receives shit in her inbox. But that cannot and should not ever justify her hurting others. Especially when she then sits back and is PROUD of doing that.

[renee-writer]

Late! Chapter 10 Preparing

Trigger Warning: Discusses Faith's death

“Now, most of the time, the baby just needs guided out.”

“Most of the time!” Bree looks a bit pale as her momma discusses with her how to deliver her coming sibling. She is eight months along and time is running short.

“Yes. If not you can try turning the baby. I had to turning your cousin Maggie, your Aunt Jenny's second. She was a stubborn one though. Had to deliver her breech.”

“Momma God!” she turns alarmingly pale.

“Sorry darling. I just want you prepared for whatever happens. I believe this one is head down and likely to stay that way. Not a lot of room to move.”

“Okay,” She pulls in a breath and squares her shoulders. “If she moves, how do I deliver breech?”

Roger was out hunting with his would be father-in-law. Ge knows he needs to prove himself able to care for Bree here in this time. His professorship allows him to do it in his time. But, that isn’t impressive to James Fraser. The ability to take down game, dress it, and roast it, is.

“She may not wish to stay, I ken. On the other side of the stones is her time, your time. She was started her but may wish to return to what she knows.” Jamie says as they rest against a tree, sharing a bottle of whisky.

“Aye. She loves being here with Claire and you but aye, after the babe arrives she may wish to return.”

“I wilna hold her. Having her here now is more then I could have ever hoped for. I pray you feel the same, about letting the lass decide.” His eyes drill into his soul as he stares at him.

“Aye, aye I do. I love her. Wherever, whenever, she is, I am too.”

“Good man. Oh,” He is up, rifle lifted. Roger jumps up too. The buck is huge, stilled by a deep sense of danger. Jamie nods to him. He takes a breath and says a prayer in the depths of his mind before he sights on his side, where his heart is. A quick pull of the trigger and the huge animal falls. “Grand job Roger Mac. Now, lets go finish him off.”

“I would like to tell you about Faith's birth, what I recall, and your own.”

“Okay.”

“Faith was born at five months. We were in Paris. Your da was fighting with.. well that is a story for another day. The point is dueling was not allowed. I went to stop him. The pain was cutting, as sharp as the sword Jamie was using. A flood of blood followed.” She is lost in her story and doesn’t hear Jamie come in. He stops and swallows, leaning weakly against the wall.

“I told the carriage driver to get me to the Mother Superior at the charity hospital. I had been working part time there.” Roger walks in too. Jamie stops him from fully entering, not wanting her story interrupted. “I was also screaming out Jamie’s name but the French police had already arrived. I didn’t see him for months after. I was losing a lot of blood. Everything started to take on a dream like quality then. I recall the feel of her slipping out, Faith. The sudden absence where life had just been. I sat up and yelled for my baby. The good Mother came and told me she was with the angels now.”

“Jesus wept.” Roger whispers. They don't hear him.

“They bring her to me. So beautiful. She had your and Jamie’s red hair, those slanted cat eyes. Her skin was so thin and pearly pale, I could almost see her organs through it. I sang to her, the same songs I used to sing to you. Time it ceased to matter. Suspended as sure as I was at the time, between life and death. I didn’t know, or maybe more accurately, didn’t care, that her placenta had yet to be delivered and was festering deep inside me. I held my dead daughter and wished to join her in wherever she was.

My friend Louise came and finally got me to release the baby. Then I ceased to care about anything. I was dying and it seemed right and proper. I wished to catch up with her. Then my other friend, Raymond showed up. He was a traveler himself I believe. Had his own healing skills. Much older and more pagan then my own. He drew the afterbirth out. Having me call for Jamie at the end. Reminding me about the one person I still had.”

“Momma, I'm so..” She is weeping and Claire draws her close. She looks up at a teary eyed Jamie and Roger. She draws him over. Roger draws Bree into his arms. Jamie wraps his arms around his wife.

“Sorry,” he whispers, completing his daughter's thought. “So sorry.”

“I only told you Bree and you men, because I wanted you to know of her and so you will be prepared if something happens. Now, this baby is far enough along to be born now and fine. But there is other things. Now let me tell you about your birth. A much happier story.”

.

“Yes please.”

“Your daddy and I weren’t getting along. It was hard. I promised your da I would go back, let him be a father to you. Because of Faith and the coming reactions from the loss at Culloden. But, I missed him. Badly. I wouldn’t let Frank touch me. Touch you through my belly. I go into labor in the middle of our fight.

We hurry to the hospital and, I have to rely on him. Him and the doctors. The head doctor was very chauvinist. Spoke to me through Frank. He asked if it was my first baby. He answered yes. I explained no. Told the doctor and Frank about Faith. Not all the details, of course, but enough. Frank was shocked. I hadn’t told him. He didn’t wish to hear of this time, of Jamie and our life together.

They put me under, against my wishes. It was how it was done. I woke with an empty womb and a deep fear. It was to like Faith. I again called out, “Where is my baby!” but this time Frank carries in a very much alive, you. He places you in my arms and I am whole. I hold the promise and result of Jamie and I's love in my arms.”

“Momma, I will see my sibling and you safe. You will be fully there and will never have to wonder for a moment. I promise.”

“Thanks my luv.” She stretches in Jamie's arms and then stops. Her water breaks with a flood.

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Angelic: The Madness (Park Chanyeol/Reader)

Author's note: This picture of Yixing's back is exactly how I imagine his angel self to be. He's just missing wings 😍

ALL CHAPTERS

Her

My eyes fluttered open slowly, the golden light of the morning sun streaming into my bedroom through the slivers of space between the thick curtains.

I let out a soft sigh, feeling a sense of contentment take root deep within my heart. The restlessness that had become omnipresent ever since he had kissed me that night had died down and dissolved into nothingness.

All because of the man lying beside me.

My brother.

Yixing.

His arms encased me in their hold around my waist, the span of his unfurled ivory wings embracing me. Drawing me into his protection.

Fast asleep he was, the unblemished planes of his face creating a visage of peace. Of comfort. He radiated them, making them seep into every part of me.

On pure instinct, I curled up into him. Moulding my body in order to fit his. Yearning to be near him.

A gentle smile tugged at the rosy plushness of his mouth and he opened his eyes.

"Good morning, princess."

I wanted to smile at him and I wanted to reciprocate the love and adoration that were glowing in his dark eyes. But instead, I felt a horrible feeling come flooding into my heart.

Guilt.

Over the realization that I had led one of my own brothers astray. My festering lust had led Yixing to sin. And when I had fallen into bed with him last night, I had sealed his fate along with my own.

Tears prickled at my eyes and I blinked them away. But it was impossible for me to hide my distress from him. Or his abilities.

His eyes widened when he felt it, his hands rising to cup my face. Drawing me to the warmth of his lips.

I parted my mouth in submission to his exploration, my eyes rolling back into my head at the taste of him. He tasted like honeyed sunbeams, his warmth making me dizzy in its wake.

Fighting back my reluctance to part from him, my hands found their way to his shoulders and I gave him a gentle push.

"We should stop..." I sighed.

His lips traversed the line of my jaw before descending to the column of my throat. In contradiction to my words, I let my head fall back into the cushion beneath me, baring more of my flesh to his hungered exploration.

Offering up myself to him, like a servant to her master. 

"Your body is giving away your bluff, my sweet," he chuckled.

His hands came to palm the fullness of my breasts and immediately, I arched into his touch. Nipples growing hard under the tweaks of his thumbs.

And when his mouth came to engulf one of the hardened pebbles in its heat, I let out a moan, my own hands weaving into his hair. Tugging at his raven locks while he suckled at my breasts. Until I was left gasping from the sting, my flesh reddened and swollen. Until I was aching and dripping between my thighs.

Filled with fresh lust, that demanded to be quenched.

The itch in the scars on my back made me toss and turn fitfully. Restlessly.

While I watched Yixing descend the length of my body in a trail of open-mouthed kisses, his large hands spread my thighs open.

And when he brought the wet swelter of his mouth down upon the place where I ached the most, I let out a broken moan.

Loud enough for the rest of my brothers to hear.

Yixing was vicious in his assault upon my raw and tender flesh, making me gush and buck into his mouth. Wanting him to ravage me, utterly and absolutely.

He kept his eyes on me as he devoured me, his fevered gaze commanding me to remain silent while he coaxed out every drop of my honey that he could get. Using his fingers and his tongue.

Ecstasy bloomed like a spring flower through my body, spreading outward from my core to the rest of me, with each dip and stroke of his fingers and tongue.  

My legs quivered around his shoulders as he burrowed fervently into my yielding flesh.

With each passing moment, the pleasure grew and swelled. Until it became impossible for me to hold back.

"I...Y-yixing..." I moaned, my back curving in an almost painful arch as I reached the very precipice of my restraint, my body tautening as I braced for release.

And when it finally came to claim me, mere moments later, I let go with a guttural cry, my wings spreading free to their full span.

He stayed between my thighs, easing me through my release with indulgent, coaxing licks, hands cupping the cheeks of my rump. Until I fell limp upon the pillows. Boneless with exhaustion. Weakened, but sated.

"I know that he is still somewhere deep inside you," he spoke, his hand cupping my jaw, tilting my face up so that he could examine my eyes. "And while I cannot purge him out of you just yet, I can help you abate the symptoms. It is my duty to protect you in every way that I can. From any and every danger, be it external or internal."

I nodded, craning my neck up to meet his mouth, to kiss him as a way to express my gratitude. My palpable relief, that he too, was now privy to my secret.

With every warm glide of his tongue upon mine, I felt like I was being gathered into a bubble of reassurance. Of safety.

Yixing felt like a shelter for me. He felt like salvation.

Despite being fully aware of the consequences of his actions, he hadn't hesitated in coming to my aid when I needed him. And for that, I was eternally grateful to him.

Nevertheless, I decided to convey as much to him, my hands caressing the ivory feathers of his wings.

"You know what will happen to us if the others find out? If Junmyeon finds out?" I asked.

Yixing sighed deeply, his eyes filling up with pain as he envisioned the agonizing fate that awaited us, should our secret be revealed.

"I know, sweetness," he said, his voice hushed. "But atleast when we'll fall, we'll fall together."

The moment he said that, I felt the lingering inebriation of ecstasy wane and vanish, to be replaced by dread. He noticed it.

"In a way, I've become bound to you, princess," he said. "Our fates have become intertwined," he said, lacing his fingers into mine. A symbolism.

Tears prickled at my eyes at the sight. I had doomed him to suffer, all because of my mistakes.

He leaned in and pressed his lips to mine.

"I vowed to protect you in every way, and I will, my sweet. But we mustn't let anyone know," he breathed against my lips.

I nodded again, chasing his lips once more. He grinned and leaned down to kiss me again. Deeper and slower.

Until I was moaning into his mouth with every pass of his tongue upon mine. Until I was breathlessly pulling myself away from him, hands locked in his hair. "Where did you learn to kiss like that, Yixing?" I asked, stunned.

"You bring out the best in me, sweetness."

He smirked, pulling me down with him, wrapping the sheets around us. "Now let's sleep for a bit, yeah? Lu and Baek will be making pancakes for breakfast."

I had absolutely no problem in slipping into a deep, dreamless sleep, curled against him.

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Him

Chanyeol was absolutely irate. Livid.

A vein in his forehead throbbed painfully as he stood within the raging fire that had engulfed the wine cellar of his mansion.

The fire that he had created.

He missed the flames licking at his flesh, reminding him of his home.

Hell.

He watched with a savage sense of delight as the flames hissed and crackled, the smoke filling up his lungs.

Cleansing his rage.

And the sole cause of his rage?

His angel.

His grand scheme to get her to summon him had failed. Miserably.

Chanyeol had believed that his plan of filling up her dreams with the most sensual and lascivious visions would make her call out to him.

But instead, he had driven her into he arms of her brother.

That swine. Yixing.

"Bastard," Chanyeol muttered angrily, throwing a fresh blaze from the palm of his hand into the already uncontrollable fire, watching it roar with a sense of satisfaction.

How dare he touch her? Even after he had laid his claim on her? The insolence!

Every time he closed his eyes, all he could imagine was the sound of her broken moans while Yixing knelt between her open legs.

Not him.

Yixing.

"I'm going to kill him," Chanyeol muttered. "I'm going to kill him for putting his hands on her-"

"CHANYEOL!"

The door to the wine cellar swung open and on the other side stood his brothers. Sehun and Kyungsoo. Wearing identical expressions of horror and irritation.

"Have you lost your mind? Burning our house down?" Sehun shouted.

Yes, I've lost my mind, Chanyeol wanted to reply.

"End this madness right this instant," came Kyungsoo's command.

Oh, brother, he thought. The madness has only just begun...