#all that has a reason. like doctor approved n all

[bellflower-goat]

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[romanoffsbish]

Seed of Romanoff

Dark!Natasha Romanoff x Innocent!FReader

Request | A redhead spotted you in a cafe, and nothing was gonna stand in her way of getting to you | WC: 3,376

Warnings: Non-Con (Trafficking — By parent) | Abusive Mom | Drugs | Toxic Natasha |

Smut: Non-Con | Daddy (N) | Little Dove (R) | Restraints | Unprotected Sex (P in V - Natasha has a penis) | Degrading | Forced Breeding | Belly-Bulge |

You were hesitant, hands sweating, and teeth grinding levels of nerves raced throughout your entire body as you finally entered your house with Wanda, your new classmate turned friend. The girl had made it clear that she liked you, and the truth was you thought you might like her too, but you needed others approval first.

Your mom was really easygoing, most would say neglectful, but you figured that would probably work in your favor. It was Natasha, her youthful wife's approval that you craved, and for some reason, you never got.

——

"Hey mom," you greeted her with a hopeful smile, "I have someone I want you to meet." This caught Natasha's attention immediately, she sprung up from the couch and met the lot of you in the kitchen. You were so engrossed in letting Wanda introduce herself to them to notice the way your mom winced at your step mothers touch, her grip vice-like on her hips.

"It's lovely to meet you Wendy," Natasha replied, a cordial hand extended her way. The brunette chuckled awkwardly, shaking her hand out of respect, but you could see the way her demeanor had changed. It made you sad to see Nat likely didn't approve, because you were honestly running out of options at this point.

"Wanda," you politely corrected your stepmom, then went on in the same breath, "and I will be going up to my room now. We have an exam to study for this Friday." The way you rushed off, with her hand in yours, in a fit of giggles made the redheads blood boil.

"It's time," was all she offered your mother, the spineless woman nodded then set off to her bedroom while Natasha watched you walk into your own with the live footage now pulled up on her phone.

You were just too cute for words honestly, the way you plopped onto your bed with a silly smile made her swoon. Then she felt her mood fall when Wanda sat next to you, the strawberry brunette's hand brazenly laid on your bare thigh, and the jealousy was back as if it'd never truly left. Because it didn't, anytime someone so much as looked at what was hers she fumed.

You didn't know, but you were hers, she ensured that ages ago when she met your mom in a nightclub and tricked her into believing she was interested in her.

Natasha was well off, and your mother poor. It was easy for her to convince your mom to give her you. Your father left her when you were just a tike, and she resented you for taking her youth. As if you'd asked to be born, but regardless of the circumstances you were dealt, you were just so good. The kindest creature Natasha had ever seen, an obvious innocence that stemmed from neglect radiated from you, it was what attracted the redhead to you in the first place. When she saw you smile for the first time she was hooked.

Natasha, who was much closer to your age than your mother's, caught sight of you on campus one day. You smiled warmly at the barista, and she felt a darkness envelope her heart since it wasn't directed at her. She took a photo of you, but remained out of your eye line as she ran your face through an algorithm. Confirming to her that you were a bit younger, and so damn cute, the naivety radiated off of your instagram account.

All she knew after you left the coffee shop with a hum was that she had to have you. It was her final year of her doctorate while it appeared to only be the third of your bachelors. She knew better than to just approach you alone, you were far too delicate for her gruff, relentless demeanor. So she set out to learn all about you, and the life that led you to where you were now.

Then one day, when your mom was desperate for a fix, Natasha struck a hell of a deal. It was illegal in every single sense, but your mom took it without even a second thought to your safety or happiness. An endless supply of drugs and a home in Miami in exchange for you, her only child. The concept was sinister, and sadly fit her well. It wasn't even her first time considering it.

Fortunately, you got Natasha instead of the sleaze that propositioned her months prior. In this case, you were at least going to experience love, even in a twisted way.

Everything was finally falling into place for Natasha, your mom didn't seem to want to call it off, not that she really cared if she had. Now she could only work out if she handled Wanda first. No way was she about to let that slut have her way with you, your virginity was the redheads. She quite literally paid for that and your child bearing abilities, your genetic predisposition to fertility a cherry on top of the perverse sundae.

Your mother had vacated her womb enough times to confirm to Natasha that was the case. Surprisingly though, the redhead would've been fine if you were only able to carry one. As much as she wanted to breed you endlessly, until your body forgot how to be barren, she also was fine with one heir and the trophy wife.

First though, before she could embark on her fantasy, came the removal of the obstacle. Wanda, the younger redhead, who shared characteristics with the elder that made her want to laugh. Even in your conquest for love elsewhere did you find someone who resembled her. Whether it be her green eyes or red hair, there hadn't been a time where you brought someone unlike her home. It was a perfect reminder of your looming fate.

"Hey! Open this door right now!" Natasha shouted as the side of her fist pummeled into your locked door, "No closed doors in my house!" The action shook the walls surrounding you and startled you out of the horny girls grasp. Wanda glared at the shaking door and you just sat there with a delicate frown. Natasha had never so much as shouted at you before, so the sound actually left you feeling like a wounded puppy.

Your precious Natty, the light in the darkness that was your previous life with your mom was someone you didn't recognize at all today. It hurt your heart, because she'd never had an issue with you closing the door when Peter was over before. Though deep down you knew Wanda was harmless, your body began to regard her as a threat since your stepmom, who you adored, had clearly despised her. The cycle continued on.

"You should probably go," you sadly spoke up, "I-I really do need to focus on my study guide."

Wanda frowned, but with one look into your eyes she realized your daunting predicament. It was clear you were the mouse that'd collect the cheese, and Natasha was setting her trap. If she thought she could help she would, but deep in your gaze she could see you contently fell prey. The woman reluctantly nodded, standing to collect her bag just as she heard an ominous sound of metal scraping just outside the door. You stood up, and opened the door first, walking out to meet the fuming woman. Your soft hand settled onto her arm, and she lowered the hopefully empty gun.

"Are you okay detka?" You kindly smiled up at her over the concern, appreciating it and failing to see the way that her lips were fighting to keep from amusedly lifting. "Did she take advantage of you my little dove?"

"No," you sighed, smile falling ever so slightly, "We were just talking, she is leaving though." Wanda put truth to your words as she passed by in a rush.

"I'm sorry," Natasha solemnly said after a moment of awkward silence (she wasn't), "I just need you to be more careful sweetheart." Her lips gently pressed to your temple, and you melted into her, no discomfort present even as her pistol pressed into your back. "You are too pure, you'll never know who has ill intentions."

Oh how right she was... You'd never know.

With your front flush to hers she felt her cock twitch with anticipation for the upcoming day that she finally got to claim you, in totality. Tomorrow couldn't come fast enough. "I love you so much, my precious girl."

——

The following day you woke up to a knock, it was a simple two beats, so you lazily got up and once presentable headed downstairs to eat. However, instead of a table of delicious food you found your mom stood by the door with a suit case by her side.

"Mom?" The middle aged woman smiled, but it was weak as she opened her arms for a hug (a goodbye). It held an apology you didn't see; it was better that way.

"Hey kiddo, I'm headed off for a bit," she pinched your side and smiled, but her eyes looked sad as you met them. "Why? For how long?" She sighed, "A month."

"Natty too?" You cringed, you didn't mean for it to sound so obvious that you cared more about her, but it was always obvious. Charlotte never had the time of day for you, but Nat always did. Natasha found it hard not to laugh at your mom, whose face looked sad.

Natasha found the moment perfect, the way you were about to be all hers was beyond exhilarating. It was also a shameless way to check you out and disgust your vile mother. How dare she sell you... Like you were filthy trash... Fortunately you were left to Natasha, she'd never let you go, you were safest in her arms.

"Nope detka," Natasha sang from behind you, the sound of jingling keys followed her. "We're gonna take your mom to the airport, and then we'll get breakfast."

No one offered you more, not where your mom was going, nor the unsavory reasoning, and truthfully you didn't care to ask. Alone time with Nat was your favorite, every other time your mom left you alone with her you had the time of your life. This time would prove different though, you felt it when she kissed your lips as she entered the car after eating at the diner.

"Na-Natasha," you stuttered out her name, she found it amusing the way you were about to resist her advances even though your eyes had yet to flutter back open. "Don't worry detka, your mom is gone for good now, so we can finally be together. No more other people..."

"No, s-she said a month," you whimpered, both from the proposed betrayal and her hand on your thigh. "Your mother is a liar Y/N, you'll see that I'm not..."

The car ride home was quiet, except for the pounding of your heartbeat in your ears as her hand settled on your thigh, her grip possessive, and confusing. It was just as quiet when she guided you back inside the house, but it didn't remain as such. Natasha pushed you up against the door, with a gentle force to show you she meant what she said before, and you believed it when her lips and hands began to roughly roam.

"You're married," you tried to deter her, but she only shrugged and continued to kiss down your jawline. "That wasn't real, I only married her to have you."

"What?" Natasha pulled back, lips upturned as she saw the fear in your eyes and hot spurts of white coated the tip of her cock and spread all over her boxers. It was apparent to her that you were going to resist some, so she threw you over her shoulder and tossed you onto the bed that she shared with your mother. "Don't worry dove, we never slept together, daddy's all yours."

You cringed outwardly, but much to your shock, you felt as your heart fluttered at the twisted truth, and your virgin cunt dampened with her chosen title.

"I'm doing this for your own good," she informed you as she tied your hands to the posts of her bed. "It would be a shame if you tried to fight destiny."

"Natty," you whimpered, feelings disgusted as your core pulsed in need. “I-I.” For a brief moment she softened. "This is wrong, y-you're my step mom."

"I'm your daddy actually," she chuckled darkly, "I'm here to turn you into a mommy, so get comfortable."

No words left you as you tried to understand your fate. It wasn't until you felt the chilled tip of a blade on your bare skin that you realized you were now naked. "My mom won't be happy, you are not supposed to do this."

Natasha ran her blade down the side of your neck, a whimper left you as you felt the blood trickle down your skin and into the sheets. "Oh, you are just as naive as your mom is a filthy deviant; she gave you to me."

"N-no," you cried, you didn't want to believe her, but it wasn't like you didn't know your mom was a disaster.

"Your mother wasn't worth a sack of shit," she gritted against the skin of your neck as her hands roughly caressed your concealed womb. "But you, I just know that you'll be everything our kids will ever need."

"Kids?" You gulped, her words were clear moments ago, but yet you seemed confused until now, and the redhead chuckled, "Mhm, gonna fill you up until you are begging for more Y/N, my personal cum dump.”

Natasha smirked as your walls clenched around nothing in direct contradiction with your pleading words and persistent attempts to shove her away as your lower body pitifully tried to thrust her off. You were torn between the pleasure you'd craved for years, and the strangely alluring promise of becoming her pretty little housewife to push hard enough. "I'm not sure I want to be a mom Natty," you finally whimpered loud enough and she just laughed in your face as she pushed her cock inside of you without preparation.

The sight of your eyes crossing and mouth opening had her prematurely ejaculating, truly sealing your fate.

"Don't worry my little dove," she coo'd while stilling her hips, reluctantly allowing your untouched body a chance to get used to her twitching intrusion. "You'll be nothing like her, I promise, you'll be the perfect mom."

"I don't want to be," you cried, hands pulling at the restraints, but your words of protest were negated as you moaned like a filthy whore with a simple jolt of her hips. “Daddy isn’t in the business of caring detka.” You whimpered, heart shattering at the coldness you were not expecting from the woman you’d adored, but in the same breath you were incredibly turned on by it all.

This idea of being her filthy whore; just a hole to fuck and a womb to fill, was exciting you greatly. “That’s right detka, let daddy do all the thinking for you.” Her speed picked up in response. Your faux display of disinterest only spurring her on to show you just how much you wanted this too. It was a dual need.

With every thrust you could feel her tip twitch, and a spurt of her essence would follow. It alarmed you the more real it became that she was genuine about breeding you. Desire as you might to be hers, you were still in the process of your final year in undergrad, and had every intention to start your masters child free.

“Natasha please,” you cried, legs trying to squeeze shut, and your cunt was slick enough that it nearly pushed her back out but she thrusted against you. Her hips forced yours back onto the bed, and the way in which her tip slammed into your cervix made your mind go blank, and pussy flutter uncontrollably.

"Nice try slut!" Her fingers caressed the bump protruding from your abdomen in awe, the outline of the tip of her cock clear as day. "Your walls are working overtime to suck me dry, don't you feel it detka?" She grinned wickedly as her hand pressed firmly into your abdomen. "The urge to be full of me? My perfect little whore to breed. You'll never be hollow again."

You sobbed, it was gut wrenching, but not to Natasha. This was just par for the course, you needed a minute to see that this was always how life was meant to be. Natasha was your soulmate, you didn’t need anyone else, and she knew with time you’d be okay with that.

“Shh, stress isn’t good for baby making detka,” she scolded you as she pulled her cock out and kissed your lips with a tenderness, giving you emotional whiplash. Natasha slid a plug inside of you, it was efficient in keeping her cum inside, but purposefully short enough that you couldn’t derive pleasure by humping it. Your fate was indeed sealed; Natasha was a lot of (terrible) things, but she was never a liar. Her seed painted your fertile insides white, and every day since she's done the same. Sex with you had become a fast addiction, it took you only a minute to accept the reality. You sorta loved it, your stretched hole ached for her cock the entire time she would be away, you'd become insatiable too.

She wondered if it was the pre-natals she'd been slipping you every morning in your special smoothies that increased your need, but she liked to believe it was just your natural, insatiable attraction to her. Either way, she indulged the both of your carnal desires.

Before work she'd wake you up with her cock between your tits, you no longer wore clothes to bed because you never woke up in them anyways. After giving her head just like she wanted, with your once virgin mouth, she'd allow you to get her to the edge, but she'd always make sure to save her release for your womb.

Never one to waste an opportunity to fill you.

On the weekends she'd bend you over the coffee table, fucking you raw from the back while she caught up on her favorite shows. It was a mindless means to ensure you were carrying her kin, but at night she'd give it to you with more passion than before. There was a new toy at her disposal every single time, you wondered if the tellers at Kiss-N-Tell knew her by name now.

Natasha was a multi-millionaire, no cost was too much if it meant she could see you writhing with a pleasure only she could offer you. The redhead succeeded in ruining you for anyone else, and there was never much hope for another anyway. Not only were you stupidly in love with the woman, but you knew your only hope at freedom was her wife—your mom, who was gone.

That doomed hope of yours fizzled out fast. The month had come and gone, but in the end the only mother present within the four walls of your house was you as you held the test between your shaky hands. Two red lines, prominent in nature, flashed right up at you.

Natasha, the cause, was at work while you were crying in the bathroom. Then you heard the alarm on your phone. The oven was ready... You set two prepped buns on the pan, and zoned out as the sliders warmed. How hilarious and ironic as the two lines weren't the only pair at play here... Soon enough you'd understand.

Your heart soon cracked as Natasha held your son, Xavier, while your daughter, Inez, laid on your bare chest after a successful feeding. It was almost domestic, especially when Natasha kissed your lips with an unfamiliar tenderness.

"I can't wait for our family to keep growing," she grinned against your lips, feeling the way they shook as you gulped down your fear.

What a silly girl you were to hope for love...

[stxrslut]

I wanna know how doctor Jj would react if you came in to hospital with bad period pain or something

wrote this as r and jj are already dating (reader has a history of extremely severe period pain)

disclaimer : I don’t have much medical knowledge, so I’ve basically just made this up. don’t use this as real medical advice !!

you’re curled in on yourself at the top of the er bed. the curtains are closed for privacy while you wait for your boyfriend, who you’d specifically requested to treat you.

your back is hurting and you feel like you need to hurl and scream and pass out all at the same time, you’re also really hungry and your legs ache, and so does your head. it’s no secret that your periods totally suck.

jj pulls the curtain open, already halfway through greeting you when he actually clocks that it’s you who’s there. his eyebrows furrow in concern as he closes the curtain and walks over to you, lifting your gaze to him. “babe what’s happening? thought you were goin’ out with kie today?”

you sniffle, wiping your cheek off “couldn’t.. my cramps got real bad again… jus’ didn’t know what to do n’ I couldn’t find any pain meds.. it hurts jayj.”

he tsks, kissing you on the forehead and placing one hand on your stomach. “s’it like last time? same typa’ stuff?” he questions carefully, dipping his head down a tiny bit to listen.

“yeah,” you nod “got a really heavy flow too.” he listens to this, picking up your chart that the nurse had put there after your initial assessment.

“can you lie back for me?” he asks, already moving one hand to your shoulder to help you. you just look at him unsurely, “last time I laid back I felt really queasy…”

he chuckles, “there’s a basin right here for that reason. I need you to lie back if you want me to help you.” you huff but comply anyway, whining when the pain amplifies.

“you’re good,” he soothes, beginning to feel around your abdomen for anything abnormal, when he’s confirmed that there isn’t he lets you sit back up. “I’m just gonna take your vitals— but I don’t think there’s anything going on that we can find right now… we’ll get you some of the good meds though.”

you nod, looking up at him like he’s a true hero as he keeps talking, “might wanna think about getting you a test for endometriosis but— that’s for another day, you’re in too much pain at the moment. arm up please.”

you lift your arm for him to wrap the equipment around and then hold onto his own hand, scrunching your face up at the strange sensation. he smiles, looking at the screen and nodding in approval when he sees your vitals are all okay.

he unhooks you and kisses your forehead before going off to get you a prescription for some pain meds.

when he returns he hands you the small piece of paper, “if you just go to the counter at the pharmacists across the road they’ll have it ready for you, take it home and have it with food okay? I’ve cleaned up enough puke today.”

you giggle at his little poke “Bailey has you on scut again?” you ask, already knowing the answer.

“yes… but it’s totally not my fault this time!”

[darkbluekies]

OC’s with a reader who gets insecure/jealous a lot? Like they’re scared that Yandere will leave them for someone else, open their relationship, cheat on them, ect.

Alright, I think I’m done, for now

-🦇

Warnings: mentions of killing, Jerry being nsfw as usual lol

[I'm really testing my limits with Jerry's part, I've never written something like that before, but I'd like to be able to write all kinds of stuff and to make Jerry's character realistic i need to go out of my comfort zone! Please bare with me lol]

Silas:

To be honest, this man would he completely dumbfounded. Why would he ever want someone else when he knows he has you waiting at home for him? He barely has time to meet you, so when would he have time to hook up with others? He would think that your worries are a bit silly, but he wouldn't be too mocking about it.

"My God, baby, aren't your sweet, little head getting a little full with all of those stupid thoughts? I only want you. I'd never dream of looking at someone else. Just knowing that you're here waiting for me every night is all I ever need. Come into my arms now, I’ll show you that you're the only one i want."

Dr Kry:

You wouldn't have told him at first. Your relationship is purely professional, he's your doctor and you're his patient. You're not allowed to feel jealous. But you can't help it! Dr Kry is not a stupid man, he picks up on this quite quickly and asks you about it. When he hears how you don't like him being so close to his colleagues, he'd fight the urge to smirk so widely. He'd tilt his head and cross his arms.

"My little Y/N … haven't you understood yet? Who do you think I want? Who do you think I spend the majority of my time with, hm? Who I look forward to meeting everyday? Who I dream about when I'm asleep? Who's my favorite patient, Y/N?"

King Edmund:

You don't understand why you're afraid of him having lovers. You don't like him! You've told yourself that! But still, it stings in your heart when you see him greeting people by kissing their cheeks. One night, you can't take it anymore and tell him your fears. Edmund doesn't care about much, but you're something he really values and hearing about this breaks his greedy, little heart.

"My dear, dear Y/N. Don't tell me you've been feeling like this for a long time! Don't tell me you don't understand how much I want you. I killed for you, Y/N! I got rid of everyone that I've ever fancied to make sure you understood. You have no reason to be scared that I'd keep any people behind your back."

Jerry:

She can read you like an open book. She knows how insecure you are and how much you want her approval, attention and love. Jerry might not be the best one to show her loyalty to you, but she trusts you to understand that she'd always choose you. She tries finding other ways than affirming words and affection to reassure you that you're her one and only. Sadly, that's one part about you she can't read, she doesnt understand just how worried you are. You tell her how you don't like it when she goes out to her clubs because you’re so scared that she'll go home with someone.

"Aw, are you jealous? How cute. Haven't I fucked you enough times to know how much you mean to me? Don't I put you first in the bedroom? I don't show that kind of attention to just anyone. I fucking love you, baby! More than anything! Don't you believe me? Really? Guess I have to prove it to you again, my love. I'll stay home. This time, I'll make sure you understand ..."

Hedwig:

She secretly loves you being jealous and insecure. It reassures her that you still want her. She will go out of her way to hug her friends a bit longer than usual and smile to other classmates a bit wider just to feel you hug her arm tighter. You lean your chin on her shoulder with a small whine. She smiles, pretending not to know a single thing.

"What's wrong? Aren't you feeling well? Why the pout, darling? Come here, give me a hug, that's right ~"

[random-imagines-blog]

Love is a Place to Hide {Nicholas Garrigan x Spouse!Reader Oneshot}

Requested by: @groovyqueer Wordcount: 2320 Summary: After graduating medical school, you and your husband start making plans. Warnings: Light swearing, implied sexual acts.

The water was cold when it hit your skin, freezing even, making you gasp as you arose from it, hair sticking to your face. You heard a loud laugh beside you - your husband, Nicholas, shaking his head, water droplets flying everywhere. You couldn’t help but smile as well, seeing how happy he was. He must have seen the same thing in you since his grin was wide enough to just show the little tooth gap that he had on the left side of his mouth. “We made it, Nicky,” you said, swimming over to him in the lake, avoiding your other classmates. “We graduated. We’re actual Doctors now!” 

“Dr and Dr Garrigan,” he said with a laugh, wrapping his arms around you underneath the water, bobbing up and down. The cold hardly seemed to bother him. You were forgetting about it also, feeling warm in his embrace instead. Your hand went to his shoulder to help keep you up, your wedding band twinkling in the pale sunlight. You had married young, during your second year of university, after only a year and a half of knowing one another. But when you know - you know. That’s what people say, and you understood it to be the truth. You looked into Nicholas’s adorable face, with his poofy hair, and his do-good attitude, and knew that he was the only man for you.  

And now, now you were both Doctors, finished with Medical School, getting ready to make your mark on the world. “Now we just have to figure out exactly where we’re going to practice,” you said, kissing his wet cheek, making him blush. Even now, after the honeymoon phase was older, you were still able to bring that reaction out of him, and there was something beautiful about that. The way that the pink spread across his cheeks, his nose.  

“I have a globe back at ‘ome,” he said, a mischievous grin on his face. “Why don’t we give it a spin? Wherever we land is wherever we go.” 

You poked his cheek gently. “Within reason, Nicholas. We should have at least a quick look at current events before we go. I want to help people, but I also don’t want to go somewhere that’s really dangerous for us - is that a deal?” 

“Alright, alright,” he said, rolling his eyes but he was still smiling at you. Giving into you, as he always did. 

Dinner with his parents had been an awkward affair, as per usual. They never really approved of the marriage between you and Nicholas, simply because you were also in medical school. They thought that their son should be with someone that was more like his mother. A stay-at-home wife. Someone to give him lots of children and then spend all of their time watching them, cleaning the house, cooking roast dinners. You weren’t like that. You wanted to work, you wanted to help save lives, you wanted to make a difference, which was one of the major things that you and Nicholas ended up connecting on. 

“Your mother and I are very proud of you, Nicholas,” His father said, pouring you all just a splash of sherry. He was a very reserved man, hardly taken to drink. Not like his son has. “And you too, y/n,” he said, as an afterthought. 

“Very proud,” Nicholas’s mother smiled at the two of us. You put your hand on your husband’s thigh beneath the table, giving it a squeeze, smiling back at the older woman.  

“Not quite as good a degree as mine...” His father continued. “-but a fine one nevertheless.” 

You scoffed, unable to help yourself, and Nicholas laid his hand on top of yours. Nicholas’s mother shook her head slightly, used to this sort of pompousness from her husband. And Nicholas looked slightly disappointed. What boy didn’t want his father’s approval? And what father would compare his own degree to their child’s - especially after all those years of medical school? It hardly seemed fair. 

“Being a family doctor..." Mr. Garrigan said, sitting down in his seat. “Well, let me tell you, Nicholas, you’ve chosen a fine life. If we’ll all raise our glasses - a toast.” 

It took everything inside of you not to roll your eyes. But you picked up your glass and raised it, just as everyone else at the table had. “To father and son. And a long future together.” 

“And to wives,” You added, right as you clinked glasses, looking at Mrs. Garrigan, who seemed to blush slightly at being included in the toast. “And to Doctors in general, shouldn’t we?” 

“There’s three at the table now,” Nicholas said, looking at you with a grin. His father looked a bit shaken, bringing the glass to his lips without saying anything more. “Three doctors, in one family.” 

“It’s wonderful,” Mrs. Garrigan said, probably patting her own husband’s knee under the table. You looked at Nicholas, making eye contact with his big, beautiful blues and winked. He knew that you had his back.  

An hour later, you were in his room, sitting on the floor and going through some of his childhood things while he laid on the bed smoking. It was just a twin-size bed – small, and you couldn’t fit on it with him. He would be taking the guest room tonight, stretching out on the big bed by himself, which was still less comfortable than this one. 

He surprised you by screaming. Well, more of a yell but it was still loud enough to make you jump, to turn your head away from the G.I. Joe Toys that you were examining to see what was with him. “Nicholas, are you alright in there?” His father’s voice came through. 

“I’m fine,” He shouted back. He started to sit up. “I’m fine,” he said again, quietly.  

“What a prick,” You sighed. “You know, he wouldn’t even have a job if it wasn’t for people like us. Family doctors, running tests on people, finding out the problems for him to go in and act like a hero. You know who is always in demand? Us. You know who would still have a job if we had shaky hands? Guess what! Us.” 

Nicholas looked down at you and chuckled. “Tell me how you really feel about him.” 

“Infuriates me. And also - we’re married, Nicholas. And they won’t even let us have the guest room together. They drove us to the airport on our honeymoon, they know that we-” 

Nicholas laughed again and put his hand on your mouth, stopping you from saying something vulgar. “Say it any louder, and they won’t even let us be in a room together,” He teased. Then his eyes seemed to catch on to something, and he remembered the plan that he had come up with before. He got up from the bed and grabbed the globe, setting it on his nightstand beside the glass of whiskey that we had been sharing. “Okay, first place we land, we go,” he said. 

You nodded, your heart beating quickly with anticipation. Were you really about to make a life changing decision by spinning a globe? Yes, you really were. This spontaneous side of Nicholas was something that you adored. Seeking adventure, even at the most inopportune times.  

“This is terrifying,” you said, standing up pacing along behind him, looking over his head of wavy hair to the globe as he closed his eyes and gave it a spin. You almost couldn’t look yourself. But you also couldn’t look away. Round and round the globe went, until Nicholas put his finger on it, bringing it to a stop. You bent down over his shoulder to see the large country that was painted pink beneath his nail.  

“Canada,” he said. He really didn’t sound sure about it. Actually sniffed his nose at it and then gave it another spin before you could stop him. 

“Hey, first place we land, we go,” You argued. 

‘But come on. It’s Canada. It’s basically like being in England,” he said, a look of disdain on his face, his finger stopping on the globe again.  

“Oh, we are not going to Uganda,” you said, shaking your head. “There’s a civil war brewing there, I read about it in the papers. I know you want adventure but I’m not ready to be surrounded by guns.” 

“This was a bad idea,” Nicholas sighed, falling back onto his ass on the floor, glaring at the globe like it was his fault. 

“Actually - it’s not,” you said, brightening up. “You want adventure? You want to make a difference?” You could see that you had his attention with that, his blue eyes sparkling curiously. You moved the globe back to Canada and pointed towards the northern territories. “We go here.” 

“And freeze our arses off?” Nicholas asked, raising an eyebrow. You sighed and rolled your eyes.  

“Don’t worry, I’ll find a way to warm you back up,” you said, putting your arm around his shoulders, looking at the second largest country on the globe. “But think about it, Nick. There are people out there, people who don’t get access to healthcare usually. Or if they do, it’s really expensive. And not only that, but they also live a totally different lifestyle than we do, right? So, there’s the adventure. PLUS,” You added, looking at his unconvinced face. “- who doesn’t want to ride on a dogsled? Come on. Don’t tell me you’ve never thought about it.” 

He sighed, the air blowing up, moving his brown bangs out of his face. You smiled, biting down on your lip, knowing that you had him. Knowing that you were slowly getting into his head with it all. 

“We land, we go,” He finally agreed. 

“We land, we go,” you said with a grin. “Besides, if it gets really cold - we’ll have to snuggle up close to one another for body heat, and that doesn’t sound bad at all, does it?” 

Nicholas looked at you, and then to his small bed, a playful smile beginning to cross his face. “Bit nippy for late spring, dont’cha think?” He asked you. “Should we get started on practicing that now?” 

You caught his line of thinking and instantly started to undress yourself, taking off your sweater. His hands were on your waist in seconds, one wrapping around it and the other helping to tug your shirt up over your head, his lips attaching themselves to your skin. Together, you crashed down onto the twin-sized bed, with just enough room if you two held one another close, which was exactly what you had planned to do for the rest of the night. 

After getting your VISAs, making travel arrangements, finding a place to stay and making medical contacts in Yellowknife, you touched down in the Northwest Territories for the first time, the plane. It wasn’t the biggest airport you’ve ever been in, but it was still larger than you had thought it was going to be.   

“It’s also said that Yellowknife is one of the best places to see the Aurora Borealis, can you imagine that?” You chattered happily, waiting for your bag. “We could just ... step outside and see one of the most beautiful things on earth." 

“And if I ever wanted to freeze my bollocks off, I just have to open a window,” He mumbled. You had managed to talk him into the trip, to get him slightly enthused, but as soon as the colder-than-Scotland weather came around, he had turned almost into a child. You leaned in and kissed his cheek, then ran your fingers through his dark wavy hair.  

“If they ever get cold, I’ll massage them back to life,” you told him with a smile. “Can you please just smile for me, love? We’re where not many people ever step foot. It’s almost like - we’re explorers, don’t you think?” 

“Darling, light of my life,” Nicholas said, wrapping an arm around your waist. “I say this with all possible love. But you have to be one of the nerdiest people that I have ever met in my life.” 

Your smile grew even wider with that. Of course you took that as a compliment. “And that’s what drew you to me in the first place, isn’t it? My supreme nerdiness and endless optimism?” 

It was his turn to smile now, finally, showing off that small gap that he had in his teeth, your favorite little spot. One of the few features that reminded you that he was indeed human, and not some perfect figure of your imagination. The slightly bulbous nose, the tooth gap, the freckles, the way that he enjoyed taking his shirt off even when he wasn’t the most muscular fella around. All of these adorable things made up your husband - Nicholas Garrigan. 

“Your face helps too. And your body isn’t too bad,” he said, his hand starting to tickle your side. You squeal a little and try to swat him away, but he just takes the opportunity to pull you in closer to him, looking at one another, your eyes completely caught. “But you’re right, as usual. I do love that brain of yours. And how you seem to be even more adventurous than I am. Only you could see snow and want to go out there, like someone trying to find the Northwest Passage.” 

“And now aren’t you even happier that I got you to take those history electives?” You said, eyes glowing brightly in the harsh airport lighting. “Come on - getting married and navigating medical school was our first big adventure. This is only the next one.” 

[iloveyanderes]

What I think of every bsd character (some of them I don't know so I'll be making wild guesses about them) also I got all these names off a wiki and sometimes there not exactly spelt right.

Fukuzawa: nice cat loving man who I respect

Yasano: best doctor in the world, would not recommend though

Atsushi: my cute little tiger boy🥺💕

Tanizaki:I kinda like to pretend he doesn't have a sister

Kunikida: dazais number one target

Kenji: adorable, would protect with my life

Kyouka: don't dislike I just don't really feel her

Dazai: suicidal maniac, best singer ever

Ranpo: I love him, smart but dumb, I would give him all of my food.

Katai: I have no idea who he is but he looks like he never leaves his bed

Naomi: I like to pretend she doesn't have a brother

Kirako: she looks nice

Mori: I fucking hate him, no pedophiles allowed near anyone

Elise: girlboss, someone get her the fuck away from Mori.

Ace: looks flashy

Chuuya: love him, small boy with nice hair and the best hat in existence

Rando: looks very random

Koyo: idk man, she looks powerful

Paul: where chuuya got his style

Akutagawa: in need of dazai approval

Higuchi: was annoying at first but she grew on me

Albatross: looks like he's constantly in a disco party

Doc: bad haircut supreme

Iceman: looks like a fireman

Lippmann: invests in great lips

Piano man: is great at playing the piano and knows it

Ryuro: this guy will die of lung cancer

Gin: is okay

Tachihara: I know who you really are

Karma: I know nothing about him except that Fyodor got to him

Yumeno: I'll stay on their good side

Kajii: I know he likes bombs and lemons

Oda: love him, fellow ginger, love his ability, without him this story would have never really began or at least Atsushi wouldn't be the Mc.

Ango: uhhhhhhhhh, cool I guess don't really like him

Scott Fitzgerald: the entire guild is probably his sugar baby

Poe: love Karl, fellow introvert, probably gets billions of dollars from writing x reader fanfics, I'd pay him any amount

Lovecraft: the only author I actually knew about before reading this book

John steinback: kinda looks like he could be kenjis distant cousin

Lucy: like her just not really attracted to her character

Margaret: I know nothing about this character but I despite the way her name is written, I prefer margrett it sounds more like it

Mark Twain: twains out of bad situations

Nathaniel: is more likeable because his name is closest to my fav boy name Nathan.

Fyodor: somehow I have a completely neutral opinion of him, I don't like or dislike him.

Nikolai: this may be bias but I absolutely adore white haired characters that have braids, there my type of people and I automatically like them, bonus points if there unhinged

Sigma: bro is the official Y/N I feel bad for him, the absolute shit he went through, also he has the best and most realistic facial expressions in all of bsd

Bram: I like him, I seriously hope him and that small red head gets a brother/sister relationship.

Oguri: studio bones got to him

Agatha: her name is like one step away from being majestic

Fukichi: bro is the reason why Kenji and Atsushi got hurt alot, not to mention he's planning world wide terrorism, and it was all because he got rejected by his childhood crush(this is totally what happened)

Teruko:my fav bsd character, love her absolute girlboss, pls I beg of you let me be your bestie, I will sell my soul

Jouno: pretty good, I love that he put others above his own self pleasures, also kinda terrifying in some manga panels and In others hes so cute

Tecchou: cute little boy, love him, also I ship him with jouno, it's mandatory if you enter this fandom, will probably end up being bestie with kenji

Aya: biggest girlboss in this entire series, hate her dad, she is best girl, if you dis her I will track you down and find you.

This is all the characters I got a the enger for, hope you enjoyed

[xoxoladyaz]

Ultraworld

A/N: This is a concept that I've been tossing around in my head for a while, and when I saw the Day 5 "Reunion" prompt for @steddie-week the sequence below just flew into my mind. Think a mash-up of Westworld and Ready Player One and that's what this fic could potentially turn into. This is definitely just a preview of things to come (in the future when I don't have so many WIPs that eat up all of my brain space and agony lol), but I'd love any and all comments and feedback!

TW: Swearing

Regina Kelley, MSNBC: As I’m sure you’re well aware, Doctor Brenner, there’s been a lot of controversy in the media ever since the announcement of ‘Ultraworld.’ What do you say to the people – and international entities – who believe this project is nothing more than an aggressive overextension of American oversight in the global arena?

Dr. Martin Brenner, NINA Industries: Firstly, any individual who believes that ‘Ultraworld’ is solely an American enterprise is mistaken. And as for those ‘international entities’ you mentioned, any outrage is a mere consequence of realizing their own unimportance in the face of such a monumental project. The reality, Miss Kelly, is that humanity has been racing towards a singular moment of harmony between the magickal and the technological since the industrial revolution. NINA Industries is merely the steward, the guiding hand to lead humanity forward. Those educated beyond the sycophantic hysteria of the internet know that ‘Ultraworld’ could not have been created, nor could it be released, without the express approval and support of each country across the globe. We pride ourselves on our equitable global access, by which we have been able to work across borders, government, and religion to bring a unity the world has never before seen.

And it due to that global access that I can assure the general public that ‘Ultraworld’ is not a tool of American oversight. To say it in basic terms, ‘Ultraworld’ serves two purposes: to provide an immersive, alternative-existential experience for all players who long to live in a simpler, more peaceful time; and in exchange, to serve as active training for the first generation of Infused Artificial Intelligence.

Regina Kelley, MSNBC: Yes, speaking of that, since the announcement there has been an almost constant barrage of misinformation and concern regarding the imminent arrival of these Infused Artificial Intelligences. Many are calling for the project’s cancellation out of fear either of the A.I. itself, or out of concern for the Preternatural community’s response.

Dr. Martin Brenner, NINA Industries: Well, I hate to be the bearer of bad news for those concerned, but artificial intelligence is already among us. As such, it was only a matter of time until something similar to our Infuseds were created, and I think everyone can agree that it is in all of our best interest to have a unified, singular force driving progress forward. And for those concerned about the Preternatural community’s response, it is for this reason that we created the Infuseds in the first place. While we may be in a moment of relative peace with our very distant brethren, history shows us that these pockets of peace do not pass long, and as we have grown and evolved so have they. The Infuseds are not a declaration of war, but they are a declaration of protection – and, perhaps, an encouragement to the Preternaturals to keep their end of our current bargain. 

Regina Kelley, MSNBC: Well, for all its critics, ‘Ultraworld’ has already garnered an incredibly vocal and passionate global fanbase. Do you have any final things to say to your fans about ‘Ultraworld’ ahead of its release? 

Dr. Martin Brenner, NINA Industries: I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I gave too much away, but I will say that I saw the final renderings for each city today and, well, it’s like nothing that has ever been seen before. If I may be so bold, it is truly the most remarkable thing I think NINA Industries has ever created, second perhaps only to the IAIs themselves.

Regina Kelley, MSNBC: Remarkable is certainly an understatement, Doctor. And with twenty-one distinct roll-outs occurring tomorrow simultaneously across the globe, it seems ‘Ultraworld’ is ready to take our world by storm.

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M. Bauman: The fact that Brenner didn’t dig his own fucking grave with that interview speaks volumes about just how brainwashed the American people are. An “alternative-existential experience?” Is that what we’re calling the total subjugation of civilization to the elites? Studies have shown that this ‘experience’ is almost ten times more addictive than the social media we already have! Sooner or later, every part of our waking lives is going to take place in ‘Ultraworld,’ and that’s not even mentioning the new sleep-cycles they’ve just pushed out, or the fucking neural chip that allows for total immersion twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, three hundred and sixty-five days a fucking year. And while everyone in this country and across the fucking globe is distracted by the ‘ooooh, pretty, shiny,’ the global elites are going to take everything left for themselves. Oh, and let’s not forget the fucking shitshow that these IAIs are going to cause – 

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92 hours since last Immersion

Steve.

He pulls his covers over his head, and it brings back memories of being a small child in that lonely house, terrified of every scratch against his window, of every creak on the empty stair, of every breath and snarl of wild creatures traipsing through the yard beneath him.

He tucks the blanket underneath his head, now fully submerged beneath the duvet that was now permanently lopsided and wrinkled since he rarely made his bed. He rarely had time to make his bed these days, not with how early he and Robin – 

It’s not real. It’s not real. Hawkins isn’t real, he chants to himself, over and over and over again, hoping somehow that if he just says it enough times it will all disappear, that Ultraworld will never have happened, that everything and everyone will go back to the way it was and he’ll have a life again, everyone will have a genuinely real life -

Oh, Stevie, His voice sings.

He grips his duvet tighter and shut his eyes because maybe, maybe if He thinks Steve is asleep, he’ll stop fucking hearing His voice, and he shouldn’t even be hearing His voice right now anyways because his computer is off, his Immersion Glasses are off, he’s been disconnected for almost a full week and He isn’t even real - 

Steeeeeevvveeeeeeeeeeee.

But it doesn’t matter how tightly he holds himself underneath his worn sheets, because nothing can change the fact that it doesn’t fucking matter how much space Steve puts between himself and his computer, between himself and his Immersion Glasses, between himself and this fucking apartment in this fucking city with all these fucking fully-immersed people – there’s no getting away from Kas. 

C’mon, sweetheart. Daddy’s missed you.

It’s time for you to come home, Stevie.

(Not for Steve.)

[seviinoxiel]

I have a theory that all the characters in MILGRAM are subversions,or at least a deeper dissection, of popular murderer tropes (not necessarily in media). They are all guilty, but there is more nuance to it than what can be initially seen.

Prisoner 01, Haruka, is the psychopath trope. It's heavily implied he's neurodivergent and has a lot of childish tendencies. His mother's abuse (which looks to be neglect) is highlighted a lot because Haruka's condition isn't the thing that pushed him to kill, it's how that condition was treated by the people around him. He wasn't given the proper care and it's that system which perpetuates the dismissal of mental health that set him off.

Prisoner 02, Yuno, tackles the abortion debate. She knows what she was going into when she entered sex work and she was willing to abort any unwanted byproducts of that work. Although she herself claims that she wasn't innocent and that she is guilty, she was taken advantage of. She was a high school student allowed to engage in compensated dating. Her reasons may have been selfish but the fact that compensated dating is a thing in the first place really detracts from her guilt.

Prisoner 03, Futa, is an online harasser and a cyberbully (for the lack of a better term). He has a strong sense of justice, but he is largely misguided. The online culture surrounding harassment rewards people for call outs and such regardless of if it's uncalled for or not. Futa was always validated by his following and never saw anything wrong with what he was doing, leading witchhunts and doxxing people. He was blinded by his own sense of justice, ego, and the approval of everyone around him.

Prisoner 04, Mu, is a victim of bullying. We are shown that she was friends with her bullies and that she may have had a crush on one of them. They didn't care about her, though, and they simply bullied her (for reasons we don't know) which led her to killing the one she was closest to. However, her behavior and attitude tells us that she herself may have also been a not-so-good person. She was simply unable to do anything because her tormentors was stronger than her. But now, with Haruka, she found someone to dominate. A person can simultaneously be unsavory and a victim of bullying, and neither of those justifies the other.

Prisoner 05, Shidou, the killer doctor. His story is still a bit unclear but it appears to have something to do with him using the lives of his other patients in order to help one person recover. A futile attempt as the person seems to have still died in the end. Rather than tackling any contemporary social issues I think his case, instead, asks us a philosophical question opposite of the organ transplant ethical dilemma. Instead of arguing for utilitarian ethics, his character argues for egoism. The question is, "Are you willing to sacrifice other people to save one life which you cherish?" and if you are then, "Will it all truly be worth it?"

Prisoner 06, Mahiru, is a selfish lover who thinks she's selfless. She views herself to be the only one giving in her relationship, wanting more from it, ignorant to the fact that her partner is unable to keep up with her and is already suffering. She keeps bombarding her partner with her everything and this, most likely, made said partner feel extremely suffocated. There was no malicious intent on her part but she unknowingly brought her relationship to a halt when her partner committed suicide. Her idea of love was severely misguided. It may have been more akin to obsession, but she genuinely believed that it was love and that it was healthy.

Prisoner 07, Kazui, is someone who we admittedly don't know anything concrete about. It seems clear, however, that he feels guilty for the death he caused because he let himself tell a destructive truth, at least to their relationship. He may have fallen out of love or not have been in love with his wife in the first place. He kept imagining and dreaming for her to break-up but she never did. In the end, he acted according to his emotions which somehow led to her death. I personally think he's gay as it would then become a case of someone so deep in the closet they try to deny who they really are which led to grave consequences.

Prisoner 08, Amane, a child brainwashed by a cult. It wasn't through any fault of her own that she committed what she had done. She was raised by, and possibly was even the poster child for, a cult and it completely warped her sense of morality and self. Her cult's beliefs are so ingrained into her that she embodies it wholeheartedly and without any doubt. Her character is a look into cult members and the cult mentality, how it permeates and warps your entire perception of the world, made more poignant by the fact that she's a child. "Does she truly deserve any blame?"

Prisoner 09, Mikoto, subverts the evil alter trope. DID has been a largely misrepresented mental disorder in media and, while Mikoto's character seems like it's following the trope, I get a feeling that there is more to it. The alter is not necessary evil nor does it kill for no reason. They're a protector who only resorted to murder to help Mikoto out of the bad situations he might have found himself in. Alternatively, it may be Mikoto himself who have committed the murders, the alter only being there to clean up the aftermath. Either way, it's all a trauma response and proper care and therapy would have helped the system better.

Prisoner 10, Kotoko, is an extremely violent vigilante. She, much like Futa, has a strong sense of righteousness and a black and white view of justice. She thinks that she's doing the right thing and that she has authority to fight for what she thinks is right. Beating up the other prisoners and sucking up to Es, however, tells us that she might be doing it more as a way to satisfy herself. Her self-worth is tied to a moral obligation to punish the people she sees as wrong. From what we saw in her music video, this may be rooted in a past trauma and overall dissatisfaction with how justice is legally served.

I may have missed some crucial details regarding their characters and I do still have a lot more to say about them but this post is so long already. But, yeah, these are my thoughts on their characters and what they represent, either as commentary or as an exploration of a popular media trope. I hope I worded it properly.

Anyway keep Yuno, Futa, and Kazui innocent please. My girlboss, babygirl, and DILF trinity amen.

[kiriiqt]

hey I loved ur father figure zhongli writing, your characterisation and writing is just so good.

could you write another father figure zhongli thing? perhaps the reader is in somewhat of a reckless phase where they’re getting hurt all the time and zhongli worries for them

reckless

- in which your recent reckless behavior has begun to worry zhongli

characters: zhongli & reader (platonic) a/n: thank you so much! this one is shorter than usual, sorry. still not super confident in my ability to write Zhongli, much less as a platonic figure, so I hope it's to your liking. warnings: talks of possible s*lfharm (it doesn't happen, zhongli is just speculating). mentions of injuries, but nothing graphic.

Zhongli saw himself as many things, but a ‘worrywart’, as Madame Ping liked to call many mortals, was not one of them. He had been around for what felt like eons, and carried the wisdom to show for it - he believed that most things happen for a reason, and was therefore not one to give in to unreasonable panic. He was sure that this worldview was one of the many reasons you found his presence comfortable; while he could be stern when he needed to, most of your shenanigans were met with, at worst, a sigh and a remark about being more careful. Though, this didn’t mean that he approved of all of your actions. Especially not the ones that led you to visit Baizhu at the end of the day.

Said doctor had pulled him aside after cleaning another set of wounds you got - normally you’d do it yourself, but these were worse than your average trip to a hilichurl camp, hence the afternoon trip to Bubu Pharmacy. “And what do I owe you this time?” The man lightly shook his head with a smile; “Ah, don’t concern yourself with the payment. Consider this a favor, as per usual…” Zhongli gave a curt nod, muttering a small ‘thank you’.

“...Though, I’d suggest keeping an eye on them for a while. Scabs, scratches, minor injuries and such - they’re of course normal for someone their age, especially when a preferred hobby of theirs is scaling mountains and roughing up hilichurls-” Baizhu was briefly interrupted by a scoff coming from the snake around his shoulders “-but this is a bit excessive, if I do say so myself…” Zhongli let out a hum in agreement. You had been acting rather reckless lately, uncharacteristically so, and he was worried. Deep in thought, he glanced towards you, sitting on the daybed next to Qiqi and swinging your legs back and forth. Potential reasons filled his mind, and his brows furrowed slightly at the notion that there could be something more sinister going on. He never tried to hover, your comfort and privacy were always a priority of his, but he couldn’t ignore this much longer. Baizhu picked up on his worried look, and immediately loosened up, waving off his unspoken concerns.

“Oh no, I’m not implying anything - as I said, it’s quite normal. But do keep an eye on them - keep them out of trouble for a while, at least until these wounds are healed. If you have any other concerns, feel free to pay me a visit” His smile shifted to a more genuine one, a rare sight, and he gently pat Zhongli on the shoulder before turning towards you again, raising his voice.

“Now you, young one, be a bit more careful out there, alright?” 

You smiled sheepishly and nodded. Zhongli helped you stand up, and the two of you bid Baizhu and Qiqi goodbye as you left the pharmacy. 

The walk home was longer than usual, with Zhongli almost carrying you and ignoring all your attempts at protesting. He sat you down on the couch, helped you pull off your jacket and shoes and you relaxed into the couch with a sigh. He scanned over you, before leaving to presumably make some tea. 

The gash on your stomach still hurt, too much to sit up by yourself. Walking was hard, and you definitely weren’t leaving the harbor anytime soon, but Baizhu said that no organs were pierced. You got lucky, again. Zhongli didn’t really seem to care though, if the scowl on his face was anything to go by.

“Thank you” You muttered, accepting the cup of tea he handed you, after helping you sit up. A silence filled the room afterwards, as you both sipped your tea, watching the sky outside grow dark. You glanced over at him, and found his eyes still trained on the table in front of you.

“I’m fine, Baizhu said-”

“I know”

You went quiet, and he let out an exasperated sigh. The teacup was put back down on the table, and his hands made their way to his temples, rubbing them. They fell into his lap, and he folded them, leaning over to rest his elbows against his knees.

“Dear, is there something going on?”

You looked at him again, eyebrows furrowed.

“What do you mean?”

“These… injuries have been getting increasingly more frequent, so it makes me wonder… are they happening for a specific reason?”

You gave him an incredulous look, but the genuine worry that crossed his face when he glanced at you made you bite back any funny remarks you could think of. 

“...No, there’s nothing going on. I just… get caught up in whatever I’m doing.”

Zhongli sent you a pointed look.

“I’m fine. I promise.”

He looked away with another shaky exhale.

“...You ought to remember that you’re only mortal. You can’t be as reckless as Xiao, or the traveler, and certainly not that Harbinger-”

“Are you insinuating that I’m as careless as Childe?”

“With how you’ve been acting recently, yes. On a smaller scale, but yes.”

You glanced out the window, and another silence enveloped the two of you.

“...I’m sorry.”

To your surprise, a chuckle came from the man in front of you, though you weren’t sure if it was caused by you or his own feelings. Regardless, he seemed to loosen up, shoulders finally slumping down.

“It’s alright. My worries got the best of me.”

You shook your head.

“Well, if this is your worries getting the ‘best’ of you, then you’re already doing a thousand times better than most people - have you seen Xinqiu’s parents?”

Zhongli shook his head with a smile as the tense mood began to dissipate.

“The guy can barely enter the vicinity of his own home before he gets interrogated! If I had a mora for every time Chongyun and I had to help him sneak out his window-” You stopped yourself, considering your next words carefully. Zhongli glanced your way with a raised eyebrow, a somewhat amused expression on his face.

“...Do continue.”

“...I didn’t say anything. Is your hearing eroding now?”

A wheeze left him as he tried to contain his laughter, muttering something about watching your words, but his voice held no malice at all; on the contrary, he was smiling into his teacup.

“...Alright, we’ll pretend I didn't hear that - for now.”

“Hear what? I’m getting a bit worried here…” Your feigned concern earned you a stern look, but not enough to wipe the smug expression off your face.

“You should be more concerned about yourself, dear”

“I told you, I’m fine-”

“I know, and I believe you. But, if anything does occur, talk to me. There are many things that can be solved by simple means, but if pushed off, they can escalate quickly…” He trailed off for a moment, taking another sip of tea.

“What I mean to express is, if anything - or anyone, for that matter - is bothering you, come talk to me. I am aware that most of you…erm, ‘youngsters’ prefer to keep to yourselves, but there are occasions where…” He was interrupted by the laugh you let out at his choice of words, surely influenced by Madame Ping, as she often referred to you and your friends like that. Zhongli frowned again.

“I am being completely serious here”

“Sorry, I know, but you really don’t need to worry. If I need help, I’ll tell you. Or Xiao will. Again.” 

Zhongli suppressed the urge to roll his eyes; “Xiao is just looking out for you, which has been increasingly necessary as of late…”

You shot a look at him, silently pleading him to let it go, and thankfully he seemed to understand.

“...But alright, I will trust you on this. Just keep yourself safe, that is all I ask.”

You nodded.

“Dear, please look at me.” You did, with a soft roll of your eyes, but your demeanor softened once more at the concern displayed on his face.

“Can you promise me that?”

“Well, I can promise to try”

He was quiet for a moment, before smiling softly.

“That’s good enough for me.”

[throwaway-yandere]

Hi! I have my birthday on the anniversary, how do you think the SAGAU characters would react? For some reason I can see an emphasis on remaining Khaenri'ahns like Kaeya clinging onto whatever they can find of those customs, and yeah, apparently celebrating the birth of Teyvat was a big thing over there. (I can also see Ayaka being very happy <3) Have a good day!

YANDERE!SAGAU CHARACTERS CELEBRATING YOUR BIRTHDAY (Hysteric Humanoid)

A/n: Omg happy birthday anon!!! o⁠(*⁠^⁠▽⁠^⁠*⁠)o i hope you have a fantastic day too!!!

I'm not sure if you're referring to the Yan!SAGAU Hysteric Humanoid or not, because most of the cast in HH are pretty violent towards the reader (e.g: Aether nearly killed the reader, Zhongli tried to kidnap them, Rhinedottir manipulated you, etc). It's not a very happy story. People don't revere you. They actively hunt you down. Hence, I'm not sure you got the right author for this haha, I don't exactly write happy endings… I don't want to dump all those things on your birthday ;;----;;;

You deserve a happier response, so I'll be focusing on some of your devotees in the fic (at the time of chapter 1)!

Might be a little spoiler-y but oh well!

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Characters: Dainsleif, Abyss! Lumine, Baizhu, Kaeya, Venti, Zhongli, and Kamisato Ayaka.

Before the three of you separated, Dainsleif often tried to do something special for you, and it's almost always practical (I say this because you've traveled with him for centuries, and not once did he give you something extravagant–). He thinks gifts are great as a concept, but it doesn't translate well with reality. Dain thought about fighting bosses for you just to give you a present but then weighed down that leaving you alone was too dangerous. Customs be damned. He believes that your safety is worth more than fleeting happiness. You understand, don't you? Being empty-handed makes him miserable too. Please be content with your scarf for now.

Things are a bit different after Chapter 1. He's a lot more bitter and reserved. Dainsleif is not afraid to act brutal around you if it means proving that he can and will protect you. He doesn't care if you don't approve or if you "hate" him. But the upside to this is that he'll drag you along to get you your present. Just say whatever you desire ("leave" is not an option) and he'll pluck it out of a corpse for you. After that, it's just another day. You're both over 500 years old. And it doesn't help that the Abyss Order is always up to something when it's your birthday.

Lumine, however, believes that "fortune favors the bold". C'mon, it's The Creator's birthday! She'd take any excuse to celebrate (after all, she's secretly down too, you know.) Lumine understands that for some people birthdays are a big deal. While personally, she doesn't like having hers become a big spectacle (she misses her brother), she wants you to be bombarded by her attention. Flowers! Feathers! Anything that catches her eye will surely find its way into your inventory. She'd peck you on your cheek and tell you that you deserve the world– and Lumine will not stop until she gives you just that. After all, she already promised that she'll bring you home someday with her brother too.

As the Princess of the abyss, she honors her word. Everything she does is for the home she wished to share with you. This is why Dainsleif keeps an eye on your birthday– she has a habit of conducting special operations during this time. She's awfully sentimental. If he didn't burn all the letters she left for you, you would've known that her obsession is a lot more terrifying and burdensome than you thought.

Baizhu doesn't know when your birthday is. But he DID help you make a fake birth certificate so he pretends that that's your real birthday (it's not.) On your/Jianfeng's birthday, he sadistically gives you a herb-flavored cake, made only with the bitterest ingredients Qiqi could find. The doctor explains that it helps maintain blood pressure among other health benefits– while he does speak the truth, it doesn't mean he doesn't have any ulterior motives. You know damn well he just wants more blood samples. If you could pass your immortality to Baizhu you would, but he wouldn't accept that. He wants to be immortal with you, and he will not accept any shortcuts.

You met Kaeya when he was 18 years old. I won't say how you met, but you've known each other for around 3-4 years. Kaeya considers himself your friend first and being your acolyte is nothing more than a cute title. He's not knowledgeable about Khaenri'ahn customs regarding birthdays, instead, he'll celebrate it his way… so expect alcohol. Kaeya knows that you hated how pretentious people are when they celebrate The Creator's birth. You couldn't handle all the noise, especially since you're convinced that you're an "impostor". He'd do his best to isolate you from any other "unwanted" attention by taking you somewhere only you both know. The air around Windrise feels nice this evening– he'll help you climb up the branches. You'd join him, right? This is a pretty sentimental place for him. He often hides here whenever he got into a fight with Diluc, you should know by now that he's being vulnerable by inviting you here.

Other than that, there's no doubt that he'd tease you about your age, and subtly remark where his loyalty lies. He knew after observing the Twilight Sword that chivalry remains unpaid despite 500 years of service, but he would still offer his body to whatever plans you wish would befall Teyvat. What is love without a bit of sacrifice, right?

Is it really a surprise that Venti dedicates songs for you on your birthday? Probably not. Especially when he did this more than a hundred times? Probably not. Does he care? Well, you can't tell. Either way, if you spent your birthday in Mondstadt getting dragged along by Kaeya's whims then the bard will find you eventually. Much to the cavalry captain's dismay, the archon would climb up the branches just to sing you a song. Afterward, you'd both try to push him out. Keyword: try. By the end of the day, the three of you would be the drunkest people in Teyvat. He'll end up clinging to your arm, sometimes sticking his tongue out whenever Kaeya makes a disgruntled noise. Venti will make sure to remind him that he's known you longer than him, that Kaeya is just a child in your eyes. They're both absolutely immature. You'll, unfortunately, need Dainsleif to get these two off of you.

Ahhh, Zhongli. Gosh, I wish I could just spoil my plans for him but I'll do my best to answer this without revealing much. He's no God of Stove, but he will serve you food, specifically jade parcels and his specialty dish, slow-cooked bamboo shoot soup. With somber eyes, Morax– not Zhongli– would reminisce the times you've spent together in mindless rambles, even if those memories evade you. He'll feed you kindly, asking if it tastes just like the first day you first met. When he doesn't get the response he desperately craved, he'll take you back to Qingce Village. Please… can't you give him at least one smile? He missed your company.

(I love Ayato but I can't include him here because he does not have faith in the reader. At all.)

Kamisato Ayaka is superstitious. Or at least, something close to that. For the longest time, she believed her mother when she said thunder is nothing more than the Electro Archon's way of communicating. Like everyone else, her sense of self did not exist at birth. A 5-year-old will always see themselves as the main protagonist of their own life– unburdened by social responsibilities and the weight of what will happen to their clan. And when the Kamisato Clan almost crumbled, she put her blind faith in one other person besides her brother.

You.

She firmly believes it was fate that you both share the same birthday and that it made her closer to you than anyone else. In times that she does not trust her confidence, she thinks of you. What would The Creator do if they were in her shoes? What would They have told her? And thankfully it helped.

That's why before she met the traveler, she never once celebrate her birthday– she celebrated yours.

"Happy birthday, Your Grace. I will not forget to glorify all that you have done and will do. Please continue to guide me in another year of living."

[plasticfangtastic]

Cozy Corner Domaystic

Prompts– 30. Doing the dishes, 11. Unexpected gift– sort of, alt. prompt ‘Oh what is this?’

Lemon Scented Mess

A Butchie fanfic

Tags: light smut, takes places between s3/s4 so spoilers for s3/s4, cheating, vers Butcher, vers Hughie, both r bi, depressive.

word count: 3.9K

A/N: apply just porn logic to this fic, could not for the life of me find a gif of Butcher's ass... 1st time writing a Butchie fic so am sorry if this feels butchlander for some reason.

Is an odd sense of responsibility that keeps him here– since they met that night at the electronic store he’s been bound to Butcher, following him like a starved dog craving his endless attention unconsciously… his approval and praise… Butcher was this larger than life figure. Everywhere he walked he pulled everything with his own magnetic field, violently changing everything to suit him.

Hughie had sunk and disappointed the ghost of his grandparents with all he’s done– all he’s done to impress this Englishman… even if he’d never said it outloud.

Annie would chastise him for going so far to impress this bastard all the time, which he would vehemently deny at every turn as he continue lying to himself, it had begun to leave their relationship in tethers and frankly he was doing this to avoid couples therapy… Worse was that he was the one who suggested it in the first place. So instead of doing that– he was helping Butcher do his laundry.

Some days he wished he had never brought over a weekend bag– between the medication and  the side-effects medication, the excessive smoking and drinking, the quirks and general crudeness Butcher wasn’t an easy roommate much less patient… unbearable was the better word, on the good days he was back to his gruff usual self which was well… Billy.

Hughie woke up with a sore back, sleeping on Butcher’s sofa wasn’t completely terrible, it was just too small for him, Butcher had casually suggested buying a fold-out couch for Hughie and if his back ache any harder he might take in his offer but in the meantime he didn’t want Butcher to worry for him when there was so much on their plate already. 

As he hopped off the sofa his feet move on their own heading straight to the kitchen before he can even take a piss, he has to force Butcher to take his medication if not he’ll grind it into his tea, it feels as if he’s medicating a stubborn dog, but its now just routine for him, but he doesn’t have to do a thing this morning-- Butcher’s already in the kitchen, his teeth loudly grinding on his pills as he groans at the bitter taste before washing it down with chamomile then washing that away with what’s left of the ciggy in his hands.

Not that Hughie is really paying attention to his unhealthy breakfast for all he’s trying to ignore is the nudity.

One thing he’s learned since forcing himself to live with Butcher… is that the man refused to change his ways, he slept bare– no matter how cold he got, he just added another throw blanket or raised the thermostat.

At first it made him uncomfortable, made him squeal like an embarrassed teenage girl but now he had to hide his prolonged peeking.

As Butcher paraded himself out the kitchen, hughie had to do everything in his power to subdue the moan caught in his throat as he caught a closer glimpse of that thick veiny cock, Butcher was unfairly endowed, everything about him was unfair, sick and dying but he didn’t skip a workout, still looking strong despite a tumor in his brain– broad shoulders, hung, gruff hands and hairy chest… the complete opposite of himself, it made him feel more inadequate than envious… and terribly horny too.

He was unlike any man he’s met before, certainly nothing like his father or his old friends… he was crude machismo with an accent.

He wondered if they were going to do anything today, he’d already blew off his doctor’s appointment yesterday, he’s visited his aunt and his dog earlier this week, and he’s done their groceries already, work had been done and he’s only home today because he’s been puking all day yesterday from the dizziness.

“How are you feeling today?” he says loudly as he serves himself some tea.

“Like I’m dying. Just not feeling it today…” Butcher ties his gray sweatpants loosely around his hips as he comes back from his bedroom– You could go see your lady, I’ll be alright.”

“You forgot she left for Chicago yesterday, she’s doing that charity thing she told you about– so Annie won’t be back till wednesday.” He gulps as Butcher slumps on the couch, wrapping himself on Hughie’s blanket– I’ll call her later…”

Butcher raises his eyebrow but says nothing as he grabs the remote control.

“Oh… well I’m going to finally start watching Bridgerton so you’re free to join me!” he says with disappointment– we can cuddle.” his shit eating grin is more annoying than usual.

“I’ll pass… the cuddling that’s it.”

Hughie can’t say he wants to watch it but he doesn’t quite want to leave Butcher either… he’s not sure where it began, when did he started devouring him in his mind, he’s always been improper with him, saying things that would give a nun a stroke, they shared a lot together, poisoned and tainted their souls together, nearly died by each other sides as much as they’ve fought one another– it made them close… now instead watching some posh drama with a miserable old man, he’s ogling him… those weird remarks now stuck to him, deep down he knows is probably this sense of dreadful captivity driving him mad, sharing his space, sharing everything from plates to towels… making the older man dependant on him as he was too much of a brute to stick to his regime, it felt good to make that stubborn man do as he’s told, it felt good to force Butcher to appreciate him.

He finds him too relaxed, too vulnerable– he can’t forget that he was stroking his cock underneath that blanket a few hours ago thinking of those rough hands squeezing his neck after too many brews, his sluggish words hidden behind a thickened accent, his body pressed so tightly against him all he can focus is his scent, the spicy sweetness of his skin, the strong aroma of tobacco staining his fingers and whisky souring his lips, of the thought of those plump lips doing more than curse.

Sometimes Hughie thinks that he’s still high on temp V, that that poison damaged his brain in ways the doctor’s had missed.

For that’s the only excuse he gives himself when he wakes up from his trance, staring at the happy trail peeking from those loose gray trousers, at the shape of his cock as it lays defendless.

He squeezes his legs, pretending he’s being pushed away by Butcher selfishly taking all the space, his ears heating up as he accepts his losing battle of wills against his own penis, he jerks off every night but is not enough… ever since that disastrous battle against Soldier Boy back in the tower, him and Annie had been in a slump, sexb was out of the question, at most they gave each other head but it wasn’t enough, did he missed her so much (her body at least) he now projected his pent-up desires to the next domineering person in his life.

Butcher briefly looked away from the screen as he sensed the weight shift throughout the cushions, looking down catching those long legs squeeze, snickering at the sight, counting the minutes before the young lad runs to the bathroom and disappears for ten minutes or so, looking down to hide the blush on his cheeks as ifs not painted on his ears. 

Rubbing his feet against the younger man’s thigh, teasing him knowing he’s pent up and frustrated, his mind going places that he knows he shouldn’t– Billy just doesn’t care anymore, there’s a timer above him running out of sand afterall. William knows that it’s wrong to cross the line, he knew the moment he stopped seeing Lenny on his skin, the moment he stopped being his canarie as the others so sweetly put it– the first time he stood up to him, that he wanted him.

It gave him a rush, he wanted to break the boy once more, subdue him, he liked the obedient pretty boy who unspokenly wished to please him, to gain his approval but who still had a spark inside him.

Yet as his clock ran out of sand, a part of him… as sick as it was wanted to leave him scarred with himself.

Blurred lines, confusing flirtations hidden behind jokes, touches that lingered a second too long were his weapon of choice.

As the younger man excused himself, moving quickly to hide that throbbing boner, Butcher waits until the lock clicks before milking himself.

Mouth parting as soft gasps hide themselves behind his sheet, huffing the boy’s shampoo, his perfume coating him, as women bicker in the back his mind plays an x-rated film… poor little Hughie spreading himself, glistening fingers, pre-cum spilling down his thin thighs, his heaving chest, mewling after him, biting his lips so hard they’re left purple as Butcher leaves handprints on each cheek.

He cums before his own fantasy self even gets to cum, he would complain but he knows he doesn’t have a lot of time before Hughie’s done so he rushes to the kitchen to wash his hand.

In the Bathroom is the same scene yet it looks more desperate, his movie more unrealistic.

Hughie hands pulling on those raven locks, pushing the man down his length, nails clawing down his thighs as he chokes on his cum… Hughie moans into his chest, as his own fantasy gives him a shit eating grin, his Butcher letting his thick seed gloss his plump lips, playful licks as he washes the umami off him, crying for more, demanding Hughie roughens him more

He needs to leave the house is his first clear thought.

He needs to go get laid for real before he finds himself doing something his and Annie’s therapist won’t be able to amend.

He could never tell Annie any of these fantasies, but even in the dead of night when the only sound is that of the city around him, her face fades and it is him that consumes him.

He bets he tastes salty and tarty, he bets he’s strong and mainly in a way he could never achieve, in a way that most girls would find icky but that will get him called a faggot by the older man for enjoying.

As he flushes the paper trail, he looks at the cheapest plane ticket to Chicago on his phone, he should go surprise Annie, bringing peace offerings and pray to any listening God that Annie will fuck him… and to the gods who aren’t listening that they will stop him from muttering ‘Billy’ as he makes a mess of himself.

Butcher chucks his phone aside as Hughie comes back from the restroom.

“I ordered some chinese.” He says quietly– Marina got a proposal… quite a salacious offer in my opinion.”

“Oh…” Hughie couldn’t point out Marina in a line-up even if there was a gun to his head– that’s cool… cool.”

“You okay lad? Do I’ve got to call the plumber or sum’thing?” He jokes– just looking a little flustered there, luv.”

“I’m good!” His eyes widened– just glad you’re eating something today, barely got you to keep the soup last night.”

“I think I gotta tell the doc to change my meds…”

“Or maybe we shouldn’t be self-medicating with ketamine and god knows what else” he grumbles.

“Okay mom.”

He at least begins to pay attention to the drama happening to these siblings, he’s sure that Annie would like this show which makes him feel more guilty than jerking off to somebody else.

Food arrives and he knows this is too much food but at least the man seems to be eating without problem.

He would’ve relaxed and calmed down had he not played him so dirty, as they pack their leftovers Butcher offers to wash the dishes, last night’s plates and half drunk teacups still in the small sink.

Water splashing down his stomach, lemon scented foam slides down his forearms, making a lemon scented mess of foam all over the sink edges, he’s needlessly messy, and Hughie can’t stop biting his lip as he sees the wet line on the edge of his sweatpants.

Butcher turns drying his hands on his sides.

Pants soaked, and he thinks he’s funny when he starts pulling on the elastic, showing more of that thick bush concealed inside it.

“I should probably take these off.”

“Please…” His voice is a whimper.

Eyes shot open when he notices he’s thought out loud, he might as well go pick up his plot and suit, his heart is racing so hard and loud he wouldn’t be shocked to learn that Butcher can hear it too.

Butcher doesn’t look horrified in the least, his mouth drops for a second before it turns into a predatory smile, he can see malice in his eyes as he takes a few steps closer, the kitchen too small for the both of them, so close he can feel the heat coming from his chest, he’s seen this grin before and it usually came coated in blood, their feet dance until Hughie is trapped between him and the counters.

Even if the disease had weakened him, he still grabs his wrist with violent strength, ‘he could break his wrist clean’ the panicked voices in his head shout as calloused fingers pull him closer.

“Please, what?” He says with a deep growl.

“...Billy?” he squinted his face not knowing what to do.

“All I can think of right now is ‘Oh what's this?’” He whispers.

Hughie looked down, his own body had betrayed him, the tent in his pants spoke a million words.

“So… what is going on?” He leaned closer, absorbing the gap– did puberty just hit ya?”

His forearm is muscular and veiny, it makes him look dainty by comparison, he gulps as he feels those rugged hands tug at his erection– he knows it's over at this point. 

This felt like a porno, like one of his pubescent fantasies like the ones he had with his algebra teacher where he would pin him to his desk and jerk him off, the kind that sprung to mind every time Mr. Sinclair bend over while wearing those tight khakis that were just the wrong size but it didn’t matter ‘cuz it let Hughie see everything in peace but this isn’t Mr. Sinclair hand tugging at his cock… this is his friend… his boss… the guy he should be running away from.

But he doesn’t he’s jerking his hips following the rhythm of the man as he mocks him, he coos, and says dirty insults into his ears, mocking him for leaking like a bitch, chuckling into his neck petting the stain building up at the tip of his tented pajamas.

Butcher was just teasing him but now he’s fully committed to fucking him up.

He wanted to ruin the young man.

He wants him to remember him until his last breath either as a blissful memory or a horror story.

Dying had him thinking wrong.

Made worse by how little Hughie was resisting, watching the boy biting his lips trying to suppress his moans as he squeezed just a little harder, crumbling under his lip as he whispers in his ears.

“Tell me what you want Hughie.” His voice is gentle, almost needy– tell daddy what nasty little things are in yer mind.”

Hughie hands crawl into Butcher’s chest squeezing at his pecs.

“Blow me.”

“No, ‘pretty please’?”

“Sluts don’t deserve manners.”

His hand does fit perfectly around his neck, Hughie learns. Butcher can only but let out a dry chuckle as he sees the determination on the young man, he’s seen this fire before is the same flame that left third degree burns on his ego in the past.

Butcher licks his lips, his hand leave that crying cock before yanking the man’s pants in one drop, Hughie eyes open wide as his stomach sinks and realizes that Butcher is on his knees, before he can make an apology or command, Butcher tongue draws circles on his blushing tip, long strokes drink his precum clean.

His blood runs cold then boils, his whole body burns so high it hurts in the best way possible, as he feels the inside of that mouth.

Butcher sucks with so much force he could’ve sworn he’s stuck his prick on a vacuum cleaner, he’s drooling as the man sucks him with desperation and need, filthy wet sounds echo across the kitchen, toes curling as he looks down at those darkened eyes– glee and delight as Hughie can’t help himself from moaning louder than Butcher ever could, he’s a vocal boy, Butcher learns. His hand finally find a tuft of hair to pull, forcing Butcher to follow his direction, his other hand under his shirt squeezing at his nipple, Butcher’s spare hand is busy teasing Hughie’s skin, his nails sharp– stroking the tender trembling flesh, squeezing his ass until he knows he’ll leave a bruise.

Slapping the hardened cock on his lips, his smile is more scary than sensual, like he knows he can make him cry if he wanted to.

“I’ll let you cum if you remember your manners, you skinny poof.” His fingers had made a knot at the base of his cock, he gingerly kissed the tip, a playful tease that Hughie can’t fight, he knows he’s at his limit and so does Butcher as he kisses those heavy balls.

Bringing them into the warmth of his mouth as he denies all attention to his member, his tongue swaying side to side, before letting go with a loud pop.

“Oh God! Oh God please William!!”

“What no begging?”

“Fuck you!”

Butcher laughs before choking, Hughie quickly pulls on Butcher’s hair as his mouth gapes to let out a wince, Hughie sticks himself inside it, letting out a loud moan as he feels the warmth again, both hands keep Butcher’s head in place as he turns him into a sleeve, Butcher’s hands growing limp as he just accepts his fate, he’s a trance, a calm wash away him as the young man uses him, a warmth washes over him, he wants Hughie to touch him more, he likes that odd pleasurable feeling everytime his thumb rubs his ears, he likes hearing him grunt as he moans Butcher’s name, going back and forth between ‘William’ and ‘Billy’, it makes his cock tingle.

It comes as a surprise when it rains inside his mouth, its light, the taste slightly sharp, his legs trembling around Butcher, he bucks a few times making sure to leave it all inside Butcher, enjoying every second as his throat clasp around his member.

He looks down as sanity leaves the building so he can admire his work.

Glistening trails connect them, Butcher looks satiated his neck craning as it chases after him, as he pants with exhaustion, Hughie freezes as his tongue touches him again, wanting to clean him not leaving a trace of evidence, making sure he’s taken all that delicious treat for himself.

“I’m going to kill you.” He says as he licks his lip cleans.

“...”

Next thing he knows, he’s been picked up like a potato sack towards the bedroom, the frame almost giving up as he throws him into the firm mattress.

In this light he can see those muscles clearly, that firm body of him hovering on top of him as it rips his shirt off, tearing it without caring it was new, that flushed hairy chest dripping sweat into him, Hughie whines as Butcher tugs on his hair, he never expected to kiss him for the first time after he’d sucked him off first, the rough kiss that gnaws at his lips, that forces its way into his mouth, exploring it eagerly and hungrily, grows needier and softer as Hughie reciprocates, his arms wrapped around broad shoulders, trembling as hardened nubs rub against each other, Hughie kisses like he’s in a romance movie for chicks, moaning against his lips every time Butcher’s hands explore more of him, letting out the sweetest sounds as those sharp nails slide across him, their eyes shut for the most part, just wanting to enjoy the feeling of each other’s bodies, their heat and how amazing it feels to finally give in.

Kissing until jaws are sore but they won’t stop, grindign againts each other until they have to stop just to address the thick puddle in-between them.

“I don’t think we can… y’know go… the whole way…” Hughie sounds apologetic and angry at the same time– I dunno…”

“Is okay, we can do something else” he says softly.

He kisses the younger man’s chin, chewing on his skin leaving hickeys on his neck.

Hughie watchest attentively as the man leaves him for a moment as he takes a large bottle of lube from the side table, flicking the lid open before flipping Hughie around.

“Lift your ass for me baby.” He does as he’s told– damm… who taught youse to arch your back like that? I should send him a christmas card… ” He chuckles lightly.

“What are you gonna do?” He says nervously but equally excited.

“Shhh… just enjoy yourself and follow my lead.” 

He squeezes Hughie’s thight’s together, before letting the warm liquid drizzle onto his behind, smiling as he spasm, fingers spreading the lub where it needs to go, teasing his entrance, slick coated fingers dancing across the sensitive skin, drawing esoteric shapes letting the warming lube take a peek inside him, he slathers more in between his thighs and Hughie finally figures what Butcher’s doing when he feels that thick veiny thing rub it's wet tip against his entrance, spreading his boy pussy, kissing him, teasing holy communion, Butcher inhales sharply trying to control himself, hungry to enter him but he will begrudgingly respect him, spreading some lube on his shaft before lowering the tip.

He fucks the gap, his cock leaking onto Butcher’s as it rubs him, as he feels the agonzing tease of being fucked but he’s not fucking him where he wants the most, he feels shame for enjoying this… he wants Butcher to fuck him for real, not to tie his hand around their cocks, the adrenaline is not enough, is simply not enough.

With each rough trust he becomes painfully aware of just the way he’s not being wrecked.

Arching his back more so he can kiss him better, their bodies glued together, as his arm hook themselves around Butcher’s neck.

“You won! please… please fuck me.”

“Who's the slut now?”

“Me! I get it am your slut now fuck me Butcher!” He’s cute when he’s angry, Butcher thinks– geez…”

Hughie is left running out of breath, he has no idea when he found himself bouncing on his cock while the man just soaked the view, Butcher bucking his hips whenever he felt like it, or fucking him mercilessly, he’s cum three times already but he can’t stop his hips, Butcher just teases him in a way that no other man has, the way he bites on his chest, all those awful names he calls him in between passionate kisses, that terribly excite him.

Tender kisses as they both grow tired, as Butcher cums inside him leaving him full.

“I’ll let you have a round with me later…” 

Hughie looks up as his body collapses beside him, not understanding the proposition at first.

He looks exhausted but happy, there’s a softness in his expression that Hughie has never witnessed before, Butcher plays with Hughie’s hair as the twink plays with the other’s hairy chest.

It begins as a secret game, neither of them speak a word to the others, not out of fear but because it was theirs, all they offer is the same boring thing, even when he sneaks his hand inside Butcher’s pants to squeeze at his ass, spreading him by tugging at the base of the beads, teasing him as the others turn their backs to them at the office.

Both enjoy the twisted thrill of what’s going on between them.

[adelha-mathilde]

For the Right Reasons (FGO) drabble

content: Adelha is asked a complicated question by Ritsuka Fujimaru and Mash. So the current head of Chaldea's Arboretum Project takes the time to discuss this with the youths as they tend to her gardens. With many of the Servants present to weigh in and listen to the discussion. Established relationships, talk of intimacy and mature subjects, set shortly after the London Singularity.

// haven't touched FGO in ages so the idea for this came out of nowhere hope you all can enjoy the fic back to my corner I go //

The arboretum was full of activity this fine morning. Various tasks being seen to by either staff members or Servants for peace to reign. Yet a call over the comms would alert the head of Chaldea's Arboretum Project that two youths were headed to her location. Which had Adelha hum as she told Doctor Archaman she would be waiting for the two youths. So Ritsuka and Mash would arrive at the workshop Adelha frequented to find that she was already waiting for them. Several wicker baskets there on the front porch for Adelha to smile and hand one to Ritsuka right off. "Come along, sweeties. We may speak as we gather the fruits from the orchard. Heaven knows you both need the leisure of simple tasks as we talk. So let us walk and talk."

Mash wore a look of confusion before she did as instructed. Yet Ritsuka seemed more distracted than usual. The teenager moving with idle motions as a shadow emerged from the workshop. The Phantom of the Opera all but vibrating with an unspoken fervor that had his Master wave him to her side. The Assassin all but folding himself around Adelha to float as she walked with the two youths towards the orchards. It didn't take long for the Phantom to revert to spirit form so as to linger without being seen. Yet it held little over the conversation as the teenagers began their task of picking fruit from the trees. Minutes spent with Adelha engaging Mash with idle chatter so as to ease into the upcoming discussion.

After several minutes of simple fruit picking, Ritsuka finally stilled to let their question out into the open air. The sound both hoarse and hesitant. "Adelha. What is it really like to have sex with someone?" Mash blushed to drop the peach in her hand for it to fall to the ground as she shouted, "Master! What is this all about?!" This had Ritsuka flinch as their own blush crept over their face and ears. Yet Adelha merely chuckled to reach out a gloved hand and gently ruffle Mash's hair to calm her. "Be at peace, Mash. This is a conversation that all souls of flesh and reason must have at some point. So it is to seek better understanding that this question is asked."

Adelha moved to stand beside Ritsuka to then climb up the tree so as the reach the higher hanging peaches. Which had the hiding Enkidu smile to then drop to the ground and simply move the basket so as to catch what peaches Adelha dropped down. Leaving Ritsuka free to speak their mind. "A lot of the adults already have had sex for various reasons. Some have been parents and have even had many partners. Most times I know a mage has sex to either ensure their lineage into the next generation. Or for mana transfers with their Servants. But I haven't asked about what makes it right or wrong. There's so much conflicting data and various viewpoints on this. So I feel really at odds with this and scared that any choice I make will be the wrong one."

Mash looked very sad to move and take Ritsuka's hand in her own. A small showing of comfort between two youths trying their best to sail through uncertain waters. So Adelha gave a hum of approval to let her words fill with warmth as much as sincerity. "Wisdom sits well on your shoulders, Ritsuka. Responsibility dictates your conundrum. This in itself shows your strength of character. So breathe and let your mind and heart empty of all thought and worry. Only when a cup is empty may it hold water." Ritsuka blinked to then nod and do just that. Sitting down next to Mash as the two let their tension ease away. Adelha's kitten soon wandering up to crawl into Mash's lap even as Fou did the same for Ritsuka as Adelha watched them. Letting the moment relax before she continued her task of picking peaches from the high boughs.

Soon enough, Adelha spoke with thoughtful ease. Her words as ever sweet and lilted with those traces of Ireland. "A thoughtful old man once told me that there are three kinds of sexual intimacy. Carnal satiation. Seeking pleasure. And making love. The true intention the Almighty Lord had for sex was always to be the third choice. One meant as a divine blending of two into one. A way for a bride and groom to worship what they are under their wedding vows. Such is for loving and being loved in kind. It is based upon vulnerability that two souls might seek to become one. A way to empty all of yourself into another as they do the same in equality. Such would demand an unbreakable oath to keep such between the Almighty and the two who have chosen to join. Never to be repeated or boasted of with others. Something personal and private should be kept as a treasured moment to savor yet kept in sacred privacy."

Enkidu paused in their motions for but a moment before they chuckled in rich tones to look very thoughtful. The divine construct soon catching the peaches from the air with fluid and effortless motions as Mash gave a sigh of pure romantic emotions. "That sounds so beautiful and romantic. Like something out of a novel or black and white movie." But Ritsuka has a thought to tilt their head and have a realization. "Wait. I think David touched on something similar. He mentioned the Psalms written in scripture and that many of them are written as love songs to glorify the love between husband and wife as much as the love between God and man. Is that why this sounds so familiar?"

Adelha grinned to clap a few times and look elated. "You wouldn't be far off the mark on that idea, Ritsuka. The old man I am relating from was part of the church and tended Sunday mass for as long as he lived. He was a stubborn and grumpy sourpuss that tended to scold me more than he would praise me. Yet he was a good man who lived his life well." Mash gave her shy smile to note with a tinge of sadness, "You sound like he was very important to you. I take it he already passed away?" Adelha gave a nod to then sigh heavily. Yet there was still abiding love in her words. "Yes. I gave the eulogy myself. He and his wife led full lives and are still much loved by those who knew them. Their grandson is actually my first true love."

Both Ritsuka and Mash went bug eyed at this to look shocked as the Phantom of the Opera reformed to stay close behind his Master. Yet Adelha simply hummed a few loving intonations to her Servant for the Assassin to ease out of his rigidness for Adelha to continue picking the peaches from the high bows. "Jayden lived next door to me when I was a child. We basically slept in the same crib our families were so tight knit. His grandparents were the ones to raise him as much as myself. While my parents did the same for him. After the tragedy that killed my parents and I moved to Germany, Jayden always stayed in touch. We would see each other often. He would come to stay with my family in Germany during the Christmas season. While I would return to his family for some of the summer. Our friendship soon deepened into so much more. Hence why I chose him to be my groom." Ritsuka and Mash hung on every word even as the Phantom shifted to rest his head on Adelha's shoulder. The Servant having tears in his eyes just as his Master as she spoke more. "Jayden didn't live long enough for us to wed. Tuberculosis was ever part of his life and it was his death after twenty years of walking this earth. We only made love that one time and it was a true worshipping of what we were and would never get to be. A piece of me went with him into eternity just as I kept some of him in exchange. Yet the time we had to us is a priceless gift that I would be thankful for. In this way do I honor he that is my first true love."

Adelha looked down at Ritsuka and Mash to have them lock their gaze to her. A moment of unspoken thoughts and feelings passing between those present before Adelha smiled. Her words holding a single question. "Ritsuka. Mash. The real question you should always ask when it comes to intimacy is one I pose to you in this form. What are my reasons for wanting this other individual and are they for the right reasons? That is what will make the act of sex right or wrong for you deep down inside your hearts and souls. That is the most simple yet primary question you should ask of yourselves. So that is how we will end this discussion for now. I would advise both of you to think and study more with this question as you basic compass to finding out more. Just be aware. As your elder and older sibling figure, be warned that there will be a scolding in store for whichever one of you decides to act first and ask later. Now take the furry ones to your rooms and have a good meal. I recall our beloved Emiya was going to make a filling lamb stew for us."

Ritsuka took but a moment to collect themselves before smiling with relief and good cheer. Only to stand and help Mash up for them to head to the dining hall with Aqua and Fou still getting their much demanded pets and cuddles. Their forms fading into the tree line as Enkidu watched the youths depart. Their own words hinting at approval and warmth. "They leave with more questions than answers after your words of council. Yet they seem more certain than hesitant as they head to pursue those answers. My mother Aruru might wish to discuss more with you on your viewpoints. However, your words held your beliefs and truths in order to guide and nurture. Truly, beholding such moments is both captivating and amusing."

Adelha gave a chuckle of noise to then shift so that the Phantom of the Opera might hold her in his embrace more securely. The Assassin much like a pacified creature basking in the summer sun as Adelha turned to place a chaste kiss to his jaw not covered by his mask. Which had the Phantom give a shiver and keen of pure delight. The Master soon speaking with a light but pointed conviction. "I am here to Protect and Nurture. This is who I am, Enkidu. So whenever a soul has need of advice or comfort, I would freely give such. Now then. I think I want to treat Erik to a peach pie for being such a devoted shadow. Enkidu. Would you like to make one as well to bring to your Master later?" Enkidu looked very pleased at this offer to lift up the now full wicker basket and smile. "Why that sounds like a fine idea. A peach pie for my Master. As well as one for Gilgamesh. Let us go back to your workshop and make ready the oven."

[kalinara]

So I've seen this post going around that features quotes from various authors who dislike fanfiction, or think fanfiction is illegal. Of course, this being fandom, the post is intended to mock these authors.

Here's my controversial opinion: I think an author has every right to dislike fanfiction.

I'm not saying I agree with them. It'd be pretty hypocritical of me if I did. I've written fanfiction, I love reading fanfiction. I don't know enough about copyright law to really debate the legality of it. (And honestly, I don't think most of the people pointing and laughing at that post do either.) I'll leave that up to AO3's legal department, with the caveat that even lawyers who are experts in their fields don't always agree on the exact interpretation of a law.

I think it's an asshole move to threaten a lawsuit, but I haven't actually heard of anyone doing that since Anne Rice.

I agree, sometimes it's funny when give some of these authors a closer look. Diana Gabaldon, rather infamously, was inspired by Jamie from Doctor Who, to the point where her hero shares the name of the character and the actor. One of my personal favorite authors, P. N. Elrod, dislikes fanfiction, though she's written for licensed properties, and even published a novel where Quincy Morris ended up a vampire!

Personally, I think they're a bit hypocritical. But obviously, to THEM, there's a distinction. Gabaldon might have been inspired to create her hero, but she's not really writing Doctor Who. The characters and plots are original. Elrod's licensed work is contracted, legally approved and done with permission OR involve works that are now in Public Domain. It clearly makes a difference to them, whether or not we agree.

I'm not saying "Don't write fanfic.". I'm not even saying "don't write fanfic when the authors don't like it." I personally believe that fanfiction is a product by and for fans and the original creators ought to butt out.

But I think they have the right to feel the way they do. For whatever reason. Even if they're being silly about it.

(I think we've all, at times, stumbled on a fic or meta that's so off base that it's almost, or actually offensive. Imagine how much more aggravating it would be if you were the one who originally made it!)

Oh and it's really silly when folk try to pretend that the only authors who hate fanfic are the bad ones, while the good ones all appreciate it. It's a variation on that same stupid idea that only good people have talent, while the bad people all suck. The world would be much easier if the only people with talent were the people who agreed with us, and had the same morals, ethics, and general tastes that we have. But the world doesn't work that way.

Heck, if the author didn't have SOME talent, we wouldn't want to be writing fic in their universe in the first place. (Discounting spite fics, but those are relatively few in the grand scheme of things.)

Fanfic, hell fandom, is the business of fans for fans. The authors shouldn't be involved, except possibly as an anonymous spectator pointing and laughing. Or cringing and crying. Depending on the fandom.

If you leave the authors alone, you probably won't ever have to even know their opinion about fanfic anyway.

And we should leave the question of legality up to the lawyers that know what they're talking about.

[yan-snowcave]

Log #1

Patient 49 [Casanova Medea Valentine.]

Lead Researcher/Doctor: Remor Pajira

Assistant Researcher/Nurse: [Y/N]

Size: 4.55cm [= 14'11 feet]

Diet: Patient 49 is mainly a Man-Eater and requires human meat for survival. On some occasions Patient 49 may eat other food, putting him as an Occasional Omnivore.

Death Count: Unknown [All victims that we know of have been devoured by him for sustenance]

Relationship with Patients: Get's along well with every patient, small fights here and there but those are usually quickly resolved.

Patient formed a small, tight friend group with a few other patients. It's recommended to start group therapy and exercise with these patients if Patient 49 show's signs of depression, anxiety or sudden anger.

At around 15:35 Capture Squad C arrived back into the facility with Patient 49 also known as Casanova Medea Valentine. Patient 49 was found in a small city named [Redacted] near a graveyard where he was devouring a fresh corpse.

During the capture, Capture Squad C reported immideant hostility against them from Patient 49. Presumably from getting his meal interrupted and having his temporary territory invaded by the Capture Squad. Force had to be used to capture the Patient before he could escape from the area or cause havoc during the transportation.

Patient 49 has been classified as  a danger to everyone who's human. Non-humanoid researchers are prefered to work with Patient 49. If other human researchers wanna work with the Patient they must follow strict rules such as;

- Never enter Patient 49's territory without his permission, especially not during feeding time.

- Always carry a specialised tranquilliser gun on you when working around or near the Patient. Patient 49 is an Apex predator who's prone to sudden anger outburst which could be deadly to researchers and nurses alike.

- Do not provoke, anger or injure the Patient for entertainment, reaction or other reasons.

- If you have any form of injury, even if it's just a small cut. You will be strictly forbidden to work with or be near Patient 49. The smell of human blood can cause him to fall into an instinctually driven hunting frenzy.

- Do not try or indulge in Patient 49's flirting and/or mating rituals unless you fully intend on going through with it. The [Redacted] facility won't be liable for your own less than reasonable actions.

Patient 49 is allowed to roam the special made Draconic living spaces, go outside to sunbathe, fly around the facility ground if desired and request a Facility made "hunting" session like any other Patient. As long as Patient 49 doesn't try to escape or seriously harm someone, he shouldn't be bothered by personal, unless absolutely necessary.

Patient 49 won't be allowed a life outside of the facility for his own safety and that of other humans. Visits from his family are also strictly forbidden because of [Redacted], certain family and religious trauma.

Requests from Patient 49 :

- Seeing [Redacted] or [Redacted] again. [Request has been denied, for reasons stated above.]

- Hunting Doctor [Redacted] as she tried to "Steal his, Corazon" [Request denied, looking further into if Doctor [Redacted] tried to harm Patient 49.]

- Getting to carry Randy [Comfort item] around the facility. [Approved Denied after chasing Patient 34 around the living room]

- Sleepover with Patient 34, Patient 26 & Patient 82 [Approved]

- Being allowed to keep and care for his pet snake, Medusa [Approved]

Signed,

Lead Researcher/Doctor Pajira.

[bubblegumknuckles]

I don't mean to overstep so feel free to ignore this ask but do you really have narcolepsy. Could you tell me more about narcolepsy and how it affects you?

From and ignoramus anon

Hi you arent over stepping, no worries. Sorry for the delay, I have a hard time answering back anybody, and ive been sleeping a ton.

So, when I wrote that I had Narcolepsy in my bio, it was a few months ago & for different health reasons I wasnt able to get the final results of my final sleep study test (4th one.) Narcolepsy was what was most likely, especially since my primary doctor said her mom has narcolepsy & I wasnt even taking about sleeping problems to her, but fatigue was mentioned because I was explaining my symptoms that point towards a few autoimmune disorders….and she asked a few questions & said I sounded exactly like her mom who has Narcolepsy & it took her like 20 years to get diagnosed…. At first i was like nahhhh because the only knowledge I had of it was from tv. She gave me a referral to a sleep doctor but I ignored it for a few months, before doing research because my sleep keeps getting worse.

Then actually going, they dont really believe you at first. Insurance also makes you jump through hoops & i had to wait months each time, &the day of a sleep study, my insurance would finally say Not approved…so id have to reschedule. Its been a huge headache and hassle. I had to prove to the doctor and insurance basically how i dont have sleep apnea or restless leg syndrome or anything else before they will consider Narcolepsy. and even then the test for Narcolepsy is so difficult to pass, if you fail else, then they will diagnose you as Idiopathic Hypersomnia meaning they dont know whats wrong with you. but something is off. thats the official diagnosis, but Narcolepsy and IH are both treated very similar. Oh and theres two types of Narcolepsy, one being the more known one with cataplexy (like fainting and dropping out of nowhere at all times sleeping) & there is N2 that is basically without cataplexy (I dont drop out of nowhere and sleep)

So yeah, the results that finally came out said on some of my naps I fell asleep in 9 minutes & basically the criteria for narcolepsy is so strict it has to be under 8 minutes. i was like….thats pretty close. But nah they wanna use math and average it out and blah blah I dont qualify as technically narcolepy. I got diagnosed with Idiopathic Hypersomnia instead. I would be more irritated but at least its treated similar or the same. It was noted i have 0% sleep apnea & he said it is very strange that for an adult, I sleep so deeply, like I hit the deepest parts of sleep that usually just babies and children get to. Soooo I tried to get him to think on that….like bro im telling you I sleep that deeply and that much AND still have to continue napping thru the day. I sleep so much. Its impacting my life. And its weirdly gotten worse over the pandemic, altho I have always been like this.

Um sorry Idk if that answered your question bc I wouldve gotten more specific how narcolepsy affects me n stuff. But since I just finally got the official diagnosis of IH instead & its technically not Narcolepsy, i didnt know if u wanted to know more. In my every day life, im probably going to still call it Narcolepsy tbh bc thats what people know a little more about. Theyll be like “oh she really does have a sleeping disorder” does that make sense?

Anyway you can ask more questions if you want:)

[termlifeguy]

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