#and he thinks im trying to get his attention

[nina-ya]

A/N: i wrote this last night and im just throwing it into the world before i forget to and let it rot in my drafts Pairing: Law x Reader CW: None WC: 803

You had been eager to learn the basics of emergency medicine, wanting to be more useful to the crew. Law was the perfect teacher for the occasion, having agreed to guide you through the essentials. 

It started with the bandaging. Your fingers trembled slightly as you wrapped the bandage around his arm, the material feeling foreign and unyielding in your grasp. Each pass around his arm seemed to take an eternity, and your thoughts raced with worries about making a mistake. Law’s eyes never left your face, watching your concentrated expression and committing it to memory. The way your brow furrowed, your lips pursed in determination, and the small exhale of relief when you finished were all carved into his mind.

When you finally secured the bandage, you looked up at him and if you paid attention, you could notice that he was staring at you. That look of accomplishment in your face, the twinkle in your eyes– it was something that he wanted to see from you again and again. He gave you a nod of approval and you could feel the flush of pride flooding you.

He then moved onto checking vitals. Law handed you a stethoscope, the instrument feeling oddly heavy in your hands. You placed the earpieces in your ears, the world muffling in an instant. You leaned in, and brought the metal end of the stethoscope to his chest. You shifted the equipment around, trying to get a good hearing but struggling.

“It’s better if you have direct contact with the skin,” he said, his voice low and vibrating through his chest into your ears. You swallowed hard, your breath slightly unsteady as you reached to lift the hem of his shirt. The fabric slid up, revealing his toned abdomen that lay underneath. You slipped your hand under his shirt, your fingers grazing over his torso as you moved higher. The contact made him tense up, goosebumps forming on his skin. You fumbled with the stethoscope, the intimacy of the situation sending your own mind for a loop. 

You pressed the cold medal against his chest, hearing the faint thump of the heartbeat. You fumbled around, trying to find the right spot. Law noticed your struggle and his hand reached over and closed over yours, guiding it to the right place with a gentle touch. The sound of his heartbeat flooded your ears, strong and rhythmic but much faster than expected. Confusion was evident in your features at the sound. 

“Is it normal for hearts to beat this fast?” you asked, your voice filled with genuine concern.

You could swear that you saw the blood rush into Law’s cheeks, a rare sight to behold. “Not usually,” he admitted, voice slightly strained. “I’ve just been getting over a cold, so it's higher than normal.” The thinly veiled excuse seemed to flow so easily from his lips.

You gave him a skeptical look, but ultimately decided not to push any further. “Let’s check for vitals another way,” Law suggested before you could even think to question him further. You took the stethoscope out of your ears and placed it aside. Law reached out and took your wrist gently, pressing two of his fingers to feel the steady heartbeat. His touch was almost delicate, and you could feel the rough callouses that had formed on his fingers from years of experience.

“Here, on the wrist like this, and…” he dropped your wrist and shifted so he could get slightly closer. He leaned in and pressed his fingers against your neck, the touch sending shivers down your spine. Your own pulse quickened by the second and he could feel it. 

Something in your mind told you to replicate his actions immediately and you moved your hand up to check Law’s pulse on his neck, your fingers brushing lightly against his skin. You pressed down and once again, his heartbeat was just as fast as before. Both of yours were fast. Your hearts thumped in tandem, sending an unspoken message to each other. Your eyes locked and the outside world ceased to exist. Both of your pulses hammered against your skin and both of your fingers seemed to grow a tremor as they rested against your neck. The closeness, the intensity of his gaze, the intimacy of knowing how he is feeling without the need for him to utter a single word– it was all too much. Both of your faces were flushed with a seemingly permanent heat and there was a vulnerability that grew moment by moment. 

Neither of you spoke, the silence of the room filled only with the sound of your racing hearts. This was a moment where you did not need words to understand what the other was feeling. Who knew that teaching medicine would end up like this?

[berryz-writes]

Not yet

Azriel x reader

Summary: Your not ready to tell Azriel's family your mates in fear of them not liking you

note: It's just Az being the standard and the cutest shit ever. Also its pretty short im sorry lovelies <3

"I don't want to. Not yet" I murmured to Azriel, snuggling closer to his warmth. His hands ran up and down my back, sending small shivers down my spine.

"And why is that, sweetheart?" He replied, his voice slightly hoarse from having just woken up, pressing small kisses to my face. I opened my eyes and tried to get used to the light in the room. It was a Saturday, one of the days Azriel was content to just lie in bed with me with no commitments for the rest of the day.

"I just...I don't think they'll like me. I know it's stupid but I don't know them well enough. What if they think I'm using you or don't actually love you? What if they convince you that I'm not good enough?" I waited for him to say something. I didn't usually have anything bad to say against his family but I was never comfortable around new people. Especially if they were such important figures in our court. A slight sigh left his lips "Y/n. Do you really think I'd stop loving you if one of them told me to?...not that they would"

I sat up and tucked my hair behind my ear, his heat suddenly too much. "No but it's not just that. Imagine I say something wrong. I know their your family but their also high lord and lady. What if I say something...I don't know politically wrong? They'll laugh at me and think how in the world are us two mates."

Azriel moved his arm around my waist and pulled me back to lay down on the bed, his hand moving through my hair in a soothing motion. "They will think nothing of the sort because you are perfect. But if it makes you feel better we can wait for as long as you want. Feyre was talking about inviting the wonderful florist tomorrow. Accept her offer and get to know everyone a bit"

I thought about it and slowly nodded my head. "Fine."

Azriel was right because Feyre did invite me the next day.

"Y/n! Oh these are gorgeous! You've outdone yourself" Feyre said admiring the bouquet I had prepared

I smiled and handed her the card with all my business details "Thank you high lady. If anyone asks where you got them from please give them this."

"Feyre, please. No formalities between us"

I nodded my head "Feyre it is then"

She turned her attention to the rest of the shop looking around the flower filled store "You have such a peaceful life. Living amongst flowers and smelling like roses all the time"

I let out a small laugh. Very peaceful. Sometimes a little too peaceful. "I suppose. Although it get's boring at times"

Feyre's eyes lit up in excitement "You should come to dinner tonight! It'll be something different for you and we can get to know each other more"

I thought about what me and Azriel had discussed earlier. Now was the perfect opportunity, to meet his family. "Oh...I don't want to intrude. I don't know-"

She shook her head "Nonsense. Your coming tonight. Everyone will be scrambling over each other to get to know you"

I looked around the store, hoping for a sign as to what I should do. The only sign I could see however was the open sign on the front door.

"Fine. I'll come. Thank you the for the invite high- Feyre"

She beamed and gave me a quick hug, slightly surprising me before walking out with her bouquet of flowers. I sighed. Well I suppose I better go home and change so I looked slightly decent at least.

*Dinner, a few hours later*

Azriel cleared his throat slightly before continuing "Did you want something lov- y/n?"

I paused and clenched my jaw at the slip up. The chatter at the table was luckily loud enough for no one to quiet hear what he was saying. This was the first time I had been happy for Cassian's loud voice. I shook my head "I'll get it myself, thank you" I reached over and picked up the dish, adding a few potatoes to my plate, trying not to gather attention towards us two. Really. Azriel wasn't very good at following instructions. If someone had heard that I don't know what I would have done.

Probably jumped out a window or something.

"Everything alright?" Rhys asked looking over at me first, then Azriel and then me again. I nodded my head quickly and gave him a smile "Fine, everything's fine" Azriel didn't reply merely nodding in agreement too.

I let out a sigh of relief when he turned away and took a sip of his wine. Luckily dinner passed with no other accidents happening. I watched as everyone took their seats in the living room, Feyre and Rhys cuddled up on the couch while the others sprawled here and there, Elain having gone up because of a headache.

Azriel stood half hidden by his shadows in the door way, I could sense him even though I couldn't see him without squinting my eyes.

Come to the kitchen. It's important

His voice echoed in my mind, his deep and low voice making me miss him even though he was just inches away. I got up making an excuse of needing water and walked over to the kitchen, past the dining room where we had just sat. Before I could process what was happening I was against a wall and Azriel's lips were on mine, his shadows cocooning us in a dark and peaceful bubble. He kissed me like he was starving and he couldn't get enough.

We finally pulled apart my hands resting on his chest "Azriel" I warned him, the lust filled look in his eyes ready to devour me. His hands ran up and down my body, my waist, my hips warming each part of me.

"I want to tell them. I want to tell them about my perfect and beautiful mate." He whispered his eyes dark and his hair falling forward onto his forehead. I pushed a strand away "I can't right now. I'm not ready"

I knew even if I shook my head once Azriel would understand. His hopeful expression dropped slightly but his lips remained in a small smile "Let me take you home now, sweetheart. I can't live without having you close to me"

I rolled my eyes but smiled all the same "Don't be so dramatic"

He didn't reply, instead tucking a stray piece of hair behind my ear. "We're going" He said finally and winnowed us on the spot. I didn't even get to say goodbye to anyone but all thoughts left me as Azriel looked at me with his devilishly handsome grin.

MASTERLIST

[biblio-smia]

massaging wherever is sore with waking up to partner tracing divots in spine with remus lupin please 🙏 (plz have remus be giving the massage im just a bitch with a sore body 😭)

incredibly real. first ever remus lupin fic please be kind <3 | part of v's 1000 follower celebration

you feel skin against yours before anything else, warm fingers circling your skin. you wonder how long the small motions of his fingers have been keeping remus entertained. his attention, usually fickle, always seemed to be captivated by you.

remus's touch against your spine pauses as you stir, a change in your breathing giving you away. remus can't help his smile as your eyes flutter open to see him, long hair a mess on his head. you always wondered how it was possible, if there was some creature stopping by in the middle of the night to tangle his hair while he slept.

"good morning," remus hums against your skin.

"you woke me up."

"not on purpose."

you pull away from remus, giving him a look while he holds back a grin.

before remus can trap himself against you again, you turn out of his loose hold and stretch, groaning at the ache that has settled into your muscles. remus frowns as you wince - sleeping cuddled up against remus's chest was only ever comfortable until the morning.

remus's hands, never able to stay away from you for too long, find yours.

"it's just my shoulders. they're a bit sore." you shake your head dismissively, pulling yourself up. remus sits up alongside you, pulling your legs back into bed when you try swinging them over the edge.

"let me help?" remus's thumb swipes over your thigh gently, palm resting on your knee, eyes looking up at you in a way he knows you can't reject.

you nod once and remus disappears from your line of sight to sit behind you, hands gently coming up to your shoulders. you're thankful he can't see you now as heat rises to your face, trying to relax as remus begins massaging your shoulders.

"like that?" remus asks softly, pressing into your muscles with his thumbs.

"mhmm," you reply, not trusting your own voice to speak.

remus works diligently, using various methods to try and soothe your muscles, checking in with you to make sure he's not being too rough.

remus can't help swinging around to press a kiss on your cheek, raising an eyebrow at the temperature of your skin and you know you've been caught.

"am i flustering you?" remus all but laughs, a teasing tone in his voice.

you roll your eyes and scoff as remus tries to turn you around.

"get off!" you try to swat his arm but remus is used to this - he pins you easily, laughing now as he kisses all over your face to test his theory.

"bad news," remus grins cheekily, pressing his lips against the tip of your nose quickly. "i think you're in love with me, sweetheart."

"i don't think so," you counter. "you're the one who can't keep his hands off me."

remus considers this, the motioning of your head towards his hands currently attached to you. remus tilts his head and hums, letting go of you in favor of placing his hands on your face, still warm.

"you may be right about that," remus admits, running a thumb along your bottom lip. "but how could i?"

you can't help but be affected, both by remus's words and the swipes of his fingers. your patience wears thin and your mind remains greedy, pulling remus in for a kiss.

he's gentle with you, as he always is, kissing you as softly as he can, lips barely pressing against yours.

remus grins once you've pulled apart and your fingers instinctively push some strands of hair out of his face. he leans down, lips leaving kisses at the corner of your jaw.

"i told you!" remus whispers in a sing-songy tune, his breath tickling your skin. you laugh, pulling remus flush against you. before he can worry about hurting you your lips are on his again.

remus feels dizzy, senses so completely full of you. he's left breathless by the fervor with which you kissed him and, by god, you've left him speechless.

a teasing smile lays on your lips as remus pants to try and catch his breath, your fingers tracing patterns against the nape of his neck.

"something caught your tongue?

[jesuistrestriste]

bestie okay hear me out. priest mike but like you're the one in control. STAY WITH ME!! like you go to church and flirt with him like crazy, wearing skimpy outfits making him dizzy in the head which eventually leads him to cave into his desires that he holds so dearly, basically begging for for your attention and your touch. idk but the thought of like "corrupting" (idk if that's the right word for it) him in such a filthy slutty way, man in thinking thoughts...(absolutely love your writing btw you're so talented fr!!)

(AHH?? anon?? woah, woah woah. im drooling. im definitely listening.)

i can imagine the reader going to the church in a short jean skirt that just barely covers her ass. and she knows people will judge her, but she doesn't care because all she needs is his attention.

the priest is up on the stage, giving a sermon, staring right at her, and all the reader does is maintain eye contact while she uncrosses her legs and holy shit she's not wearing panties.

he's sweating and burning up and almost stuttering in front of everyone as he pulls on the collar of his dress shirt and tries not to look at her, but he really can't tear his eyes away for more than a few seconds. mind you, he's popping a boner behind the pulpit. thank god for that fuckin' pulpit, pun not intended (sorry, god).

once the service is done, and everyone has flooded out, he quickly walks down to the reader in the pews and immediately gets down on his knees in front of her; his eyes all big and blue with pupils completely blown.

"what are you trying to do to me?" he whispers, desperation and anticipation and embarrassment wavering in his voice as his hands run up over the soft skin of her thighs.

and the reader just smirks, spreads her legs, and urges his face into her heat. "Shhhh," she hums softly, watching him look up to her as his lips and tongue make contain with her slick cunt, "be good for me.. we can ask god for forgiveness after you make me cum..."

and wow, he doesn't resist at all. he laps at her core until shes spilling and spasming in her seat, her leg draped over his shoulder as the broken AC in the church only exacerbates his guilty sweating.

should he stop? yeah. but he can't. and he won't. he wouldn't in a million years. not even if hell itself opened up beneath the floorboards of the holy building they're in and threatened to swallow him up if he didn't stop eating her pussy.

if heaven's doors opened up above right then, a golden staircase beckoning him in, he'd still choose her pretty folds + her hole over any sort of everlasting paradise.

after all, weren't heaven and her the same things?

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ive honestly been thinking about writing a pt 2 to "kneel" where the reader takes a bit of control? like a tiny bit? i just don't think that the priest!mike faist character i've built up in that fic would necessarily enjoy her doing that LMFAO.

he'd be like "hm. ok. ill do it for u". but when she starts to coo at him or deny him release he's suddenly like >:( this isn't fun anymore.

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but no, im seriously all about corruption. i think it's insanely hot. so i raise u one more: priest's son!mike...? priest's son!art donaldson..?

mmph

[penny-for-thots]

massage + suo — nsfw ; not requested ;]

ⓘ SUO, HANDS TO YOURSELF. f!reader — nsfw but not straight smut. massage/workout (ig im thinking like yoga?), kissing, body worship-ish, (the usual) teasing, grinding, + char. aged up 18+ ; trying to desperately get out of my writer's block, for now rqs r closed.

it started with something as simple as, "are you okay?"

you groan, rolling your neck and stretching briefly. "work's been ... eugh," you mumble, popping a hand onto your hip, "as much as i appreciate people enjoying my goods, it's stressful."

suo chuckles, watching you whine about work, though he can't exactly blame you. he's seen the shop when it's busy, and it was not fun. "but!" you smile, wrapping your arms around his shoudler, "i have a pretty boyfriend, so that makes it all better ... " suo hums, tilting his head in amusement. his hands rest on the back of your thighs when he cranes his neck to look at you.

"really?" he hums, taking a hand and rubbing it along your arm. he kisses the skin tenderly.

"then—as a good, pretty boyfriend should—how about i help you relax, hm?" his hand rubs back and forth, "after you get off, we can go to my apartment and relax. that sound good?"

your eyes are looked with his and you can see a glint in his eye, that hint of mischief that you both hate and love to see. "are you up to something?" suo smirks, looking at your skeptical expressions.

"and would you ever assume that? i only want to help my pretty girl relieve some stress, is that so bad?"

a hum of acknowledgement leaves you, lips shut for a moment of contemplation before you speak again. " ... okay, i get off at- five. i'll see you then, unless you want to stay here with me? then again, you should go hang out with your friends. i'll be there!"

suo smiles softly at you. "good," he mumbles against your skin before giving your cheek a peck. "i'll come pick you up!"

he did in fact keep his promise, picking you up from work and walking you to his apartment. when he said "help you relax," you thought of multitude of things that could mean, though- surprisingly, you are met with yoga. albeit yoga with his hands touching you continuously.

a groan leaves your lips as you go from downward dog to the child's pose, resting there as suo's hand pushes down on your lower back. you spread your legs a bit and relax, forming an arch.

"stretching does help you relax, i promise."

you hum, "the massage your giving me?"

"its helping isn't it? i saw you're back was hurting, might as well try to relieve you while you stretch."

"hayato ... "

"hm?"

"that's not my back."

"it's your backside, isn't it?" he teases, squeezing the soft flesh of your ass through your shorts.

you snort, "what are you- 75? this is not the 1800s england, love."

"hey, i said what i said."

his hands move from your ass, rubbing along your skin, thumbs massaging the points that you said hurt. his fingers slide beneath your shirt, pushing the shirt up with his hands.

"mm, hayato?"

he let's a breath, hands stilling on your side. "yes?" he whispers against your skin, enjoying the jolt you make at the sudden air. "what are you doing?" you whisper, eyes remaining closed. "nothing~"

his hands stay resting on your hips and there's no other touches until you feel his soft lips press to the nape of your neck. "h-hayato?" you hear a soft 'shh' before his lips slowly venture down your back. they kiss along your spine, occasionally moving to pepper kisses along the mass of your back, like kisses your shoulders and lower back (if you have back dimples, trust he's giving them attention).

"hayato!" you whine, opening your eyes to look back at him, "what are you doing?"

"im helping you relax? you're enjoying this aren't you? or was you wiggling your ass at my kisses an angry gesture?"

he laughs at the frustrated huff you make. he sits up, his hips in line with your butt that's stuck up in the air. his hands squeeze your hips lightly before his connects with yours. a surprised whimper leaves your lips as you feel hin grind his hips into your ass.

"h-hayato?! what- mm, hayato ... " you whimper, subconsciously pushing your hips into his.

suo licks his lips, leaning down to whisper in your ear. "can i help you relax a different way? at least you know this will help," his clothed cock twitches against you, his lips kissing your jaw.

"please?"

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

Extended Parting

Synopsis: After being separated from you for so long, Childe finally finds you again.

Foul Legacy x Reader Pronouns: Gender Neutral (no pronouns mentioned) Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Comfort Warnings: Mentions of blood, physical injuries, fear, pain, crying, allusions to being attacked

Original Request by Anon: requesting requesting! beep bop beep bop ! more foul legacy × reader hurt/comfort, perhaps? :3

hear me out- in the format of a scenario; just pure comfort, reader is perhaps sent of to a dangerous mission/commission while childe is away doing his own thing. when he is going back home however, he stumbles across a group of fatui, taking the reader hostage & hurting them. foul legacy's reaction to his "allies" hurting the love of his life? and how he would take care of the reader after, assuming the reader got pretty severe injuries (even though they're not fetal).

Im a big sucker for this big boi getting all soft when the reader is hurt, and i wanna see more of him just holding the bleeding reader in his arms while trying to comfort them

~ * ~

Two weeks, three days, seven hours, and eight minutes. That’s how long you’ve been apart, how long Childe has gone without being in your presence, and he’s hated every second of it. Important commission, hah! No commission could be so important that it took you away from him for this long- almost half a month! All of your other missions took you a week, tops, and even then he could barely handle it, missing you more and more as each day passed without a single word or letter. Of course, he admits, it’s not like Childe didn’t also have his own duties to attend to during this time, this extended parting. As usual, he was forced to store Ajax and Childe away, slipping on the mask of Tartaglia, the Eleventh Harbinger, and taking delight in violent diplomacy. But even fighting and bloodshed did little to satiate his longing for you; how much he wished to see your wonderful smile and that keen twinkle in your eyes, hear your lovely voice, cradle you in his arms and kiss your cheeks- Childe groans, burying his face in his hands. It makes him irritable, constantly yearning for you, and Foul Legacy is even worse. His Abyssal half is constantly clawing at the back of his mind, worrying his talons and whining as he asks why they haven’t seen you yet? Where are you? When will you be back? He wants cuddles something fierce, desperately seeking out the attention and affection you always give him only to find that you’re nowhere near. They’re both so lonely without you, only each other for company, and Childe has to physically bite his hand to prevent Legacy from simply snatching control of their body away and flying off to find you. With a sigh, the Harbinger wipes the blood from his blades, then his hands, and finally his face, ginger hair all wild and unruly. At the very least, today was when he would finally return home to Liyue. He never thought somewhere other than Morepesok could be considered home, but it turns out that “home” is wherever his heart is, and he gave it to you long ago to keep safe from everything that hurts.

Home… Childe’s mind drifts back to the house you both share, a small smile instinctively tugging at his lips. With a quiet snap of his fingers and a salute, his underlings are dismissed- they’ll be going back to the Fatui Headquarters in Snezhnaya. Childe, however, packs his supplies near the road back to the harbor city, waving the agents away, and the moment they’re out of sight his smile widens into a full-on grin, a delighted gleam in his azure eyes. 

Even just thinking about you seems to bring out the best in him, Foul Legacy chirping happily in the back of his head when Childe reassures him that yes, they’ll be seeing you again soon. If you’re done with that horribly long commission of yours, that is, which he’s sure that you are- even the most arduous never take up to three weeks. Despite being exhausted, he finds a spring in his step, dust swirling as his boots land against the dirt path. You, you, you- he’s going to see you again, his beloved and most treasured. Childe almost glows with energetic joy as he jogs, as if he never fell into the Abyss at all. His hand twitches, Foul Legacy begging and pleading to be let out after spending so long locked away, but Childe hushes him gently. You’ve said that you like it when he’s kind to Legacy and Legacy is kind to him- they are part of each other, after all, and you love both of them- so he tries to treat the monster as a friend rather than a weapon, and with a huff Legacy settles back down. Something faint and distant as the moon pierces the night, and Childe pauses, ears pricking. He tilts his head to listen, and for a moment he hears nothing but silence. Until- there, there! A scream! It’s far off, over the next hill, but unmistakably there. Even from a distance Childe can hear the desperation, the terror burning into his bones like a raging fire with a familiarity that makes him stop in his tracks.

No… no, it couldn’t be. It can’t be- Please, please let him be wrong- Childe’s feet carry him towards the sound, dread spiraling and twisting in his gut as another awful shriek rings out and he looks up, eyes widening. He was right. Oh, he was right, and he wishes he wasn’t, because it’s you. It’s you, gripping your weapon like a vice and covered in blood, expression filled with panic and fear and pain. It’s you, still in your adventurer’s gear, bag packed with whatever stupid, insignificant item the commission wanted. It’s you, surrounded by Fatui agents- not his, thank the Archons- the rest of them laughing and sneering. It’s you, hurt and scared and looking as if you’re about to collapse onto the ground and never rise. It’s you, and Childe’s veins freeze over with cold, splintering ice. You’re pressed against a ruined wall, swiping the blade in your hands at the soldiers, who merely snicker at your weakened attempts. The leader- one of those Electro vanguards with a giant hammer- smacks the weapon aside and seizes your arm, and you let out an involuntary yelp of pain as tears prick in your eyes. The yelp is all the motivation he needs, and Childe barely feels his restraint shatter like glass. They never even saw it coming, Foul Legacy throwing his spear and ripping the agents apart as fast as lightning, vibrant purple sparks searing the grass as he roars, driven only by wrath and fury. The vanguard who grabbed you so violently shouts in surprise and horror- then everything goes silent, apart from Legacy’s heavy breathing, claws dripping with blood. He exhales, curling his talons into fist with a tight crackling noise, letting out a low, guttural growl of rage. You bite down fiercely on your tongue, trying to stay quiet, but you can’t help but gasp in pain as the slashes in your body flare, and Foul Legacy’s anger burns away as quickly as a dying candle. He turns and rushes to you, chittering frantically, only to freeze when he sees you stiffen, petrified with fright. His chirps and trills lower to soft croons, gentle and sweet and familiar, crouching slowly to your height and holding out a hand. He tentatively inches forward, hand extended and palm up, claws curling delicately around your wrist when you desperately reach for him. “A-Ajax…?” Legacy’s Abyssal heart cracks, and he swiftly gathers you in his arms, whimpering and nudging his forehead against your cheeks as you cling to him and let out anguished, hitching cries. You suck in a breath when his talons ghost over a wound, and Legacy almost sobs with despair. Some part of him- the rational, trained soldier that is Childe- tells him to get you home, heal you, make sure that you’re well- he carefully gets to his feet, holding you close to his armored chest and adjusting your head so it’s pillowed by his lavender fluff. You shudder with pain again, and Legacy gently licks his tongue over the shallow scrapes on your face, cooing softly; with a flutter of his glimmering wings he takes to the sky, his arms cradling you like you’re made of crystal and gold.

He lands near your shared home not ten minutes later, hastily unlocking the door with the key he always sees Childe using. The house is quiet and a little dusty from being empty for so long, but your bed is as soft as ever as Legacy delicately lowers you down onto the mattress. Childe is the one who tells him what to do, again, guiding his claws to gently wrap your wounds with snow white gauze. None of them are fatal, and Legacy thanks his constellation with a grumbling sigh of relief. A quiet croon slips out when he sees you fading in and out of consciousness, sweetly cupping your cheek with a clawed hand- he’s shaking. Why is he shaking? He’s not the one who nearly died- but your hand comes up to weakly grasp his, and Legacy’s heart melts and breaks and patches itself up all over again.

Your lips twitch into a shaky smile, exhausted, your fingers resting on Legacy’s and soothing the minute trembles running through his body. The Abyssal creature- your wonderful, sweet Abyssal creature- blinks slowly at you, crystalline eye filled with tears that drip down his crimson face and pool in the divots of his mask as he fights to contain the sobs that threaten to break out, and when you reach up your other hand, covered in bandages, to caress his cheek, his breath hitches and he collapses into your arms, burying his head against your neck and weeping. In a whispered voice you coo and murmur and hum to him, repeated words of “it’s okay, I’m here, I’m okay”, and he tries so, so hard to do it back to you, his own sounds cracked and stuttering, something along the lines of “don’t leave, I miss you, I’m sorry”, or as close as he can say with a mouth made for biting and gnashing. Your hands lightly tug him closer- or rather, your hands tiredly loosen and he moves to follow them- until he’s close enough for you to press a soft kiss to his forehead. Legacy immediately purrs, tearful and whimpering, and your silent offer of lifting up the blanket is met with an instance moth monster at your side, curling around your body and holding you close. He’s careful not to squeeze you, trying to get as close as possible and mold his form around yours as you rake your hands through his fluffy coppery hair, drawing more deep, comforting rumbles from within his chest, the type he makes when you’re dreadfully ill.

Cats’ purrs are healing, so you’ve heard. Perhaps Abyssal beasts’ purrs are much the same. Slowly, your eyes begin to droop, and you yawn, exhausted and worn. Foul Legacy quietly nudges you, a croon of reassurance falling from his fanged maw, claws dancing over the wraps on your skin now stained brilliant red. It hurts, it hurts like fire- but you’re safe. Safe in your bed, and in Legacy’s arms, and the tension leeches from you and dissipates into nothing. You vaguely hear a soft melody, low and rumbling and familiar from when you’ve sung Foul Legacy to sleep, and the arms around you tighten ever so slightly as the sun finally dips beneath the horizon into the locked box of night. Two weeks, three days, eight hours, and thirty minutes. That’s how long Foul Legacy refused to let you out of his sight, even after your injuries had closed and healed.

[vilebird]

FUNERAL AFTER A NEAR DEATH EXPERIENCE

a painting of a pale sky and bright blue sea crashing onto dark rocks and foaming. it's oriented the right way. - Day, by Frederick Judd Waugh

"and the man looks me in the eyes and he points to the blue-orange vault over heaven's gates and he says the face of everyone you miss is up there and i know i know i can't see them but i know" - And What Good Will Your Vanity Be When The Rapture Comes, by Hanif Willis-Abdurraqib

"i've cut myself off. i can feel the place / where i used to be attached. it's raw, as when you grate / your finger. it's a shredded mess / of images. it hurts." The Door, by Margaret Atwood

"i found you / i found the door / but when i stepped through / there was no floor" I want you, by Mitski

a still from a video of a bright setting sun against a dark orange sky and dark blue sea, with the caption "don't cry" - The Green Ray (1986)

"i feel dead. / i feel as if i were the residue of a stranger's life" - The Lost Pilot, by James Tate

"the shuddering moan of blood, a song to calm the sacrificial, the loss across the river. the way a dying animal will look at you is seared into me. we tie together and all over again." - i cant remember what this one is sorru

"i am feeling numb. it's a curious feeling, and i get it all the time. my attention to the world around me disappears, and something starts to hum inside my head. far off, voices try to bump up against me, but i repel them. my ears fill up with water and i focus on the humming inside my head. / i am inside my skull. it is a little cave, and i curl up inside it. below it, my body hovers, unattached." - Madness: A Bipolar Life, by Marya Hornbacher.

"-though we're dry and waiting. part of me died here so another could go on. the body i raised-" - When They Say you Can't Go Home Again What They Mean is You Where Never There, by Marty McConnell

text: "there'll always be a few things / maybe several things/ that you're gonna find / really difficult to forgive" image: a black silhouette of a minotaur sitting on top of a pale pillar rising out of a pale maze, looking out at an orange sunset over an empty desert beyond the walls of its maze. the text is black letters on white pasted in strips over top. - Up the Wolves by the Mountain Goats and Minotauro by Jordi Garriga Mora. collage put together by @scatterghosts

"i know there are things i haven't survived." - Lord of the Butterflies, by Andrea Gibson

"it seems to me that the dead only return for love or for revenge. who did you come back for?" - White is for Witching, by Helen Oyeyemi

a painting of a bright white bird on a background split between dark blue and black - Promised Land (2013), by Michael Creese

"and with or without your support, i will continue / what im trying to say is you never know what you've been through / til you pause and cough it out" - Cough It Out by The Frontbottoms

"painting all the mirrors black / i won't see you staring back / i'm getting lost forever / searching in the broken glass / trying to ignore the past / and put myself together" - Mirrors by 8 Graves

"saint calvin told me not to worry about you / but he's got his own things to deal with / there's really just one thing we have in common: / neither of us will be missed" - Saint Bernard by Lincoln

"so many bright lights to cast a shadow / but can i speak? / well, is it hard understanding / that i'm incomplete?" - Famous Last Words by My Chemical Romance

"being in a completely normal nonthreatening scenario & environment and thinking 'i have GOT to get the fuck out of here' with the intensity of some trapped neurotic prey animal" - tumblr post by user @greelin

"but you know me / what can't i conjure into hysteria / and longing? / any place is a funeral as soon as i get there. / of course i'm the disaster / but you're the one foolish enough / to learn my name." - The Next Time We Talk on Facebook, by Clementine von Radics

"if your wounds are still open, trust / they are the doors to an answer, / and walk through." - You Better Be Lightning, by Andrea Gibson

text: "what a tremendous thing to learn from" image: black text on white strips across a blue-orange gradient - i forgot this one too sory

"when the body remembers, it bucks wildly / when we try to heal, the phantom smell returns / while in the shower, you break down / while you wash your body you realise it is not your body / and at the same time, it is the only body you have" - Bless the Daughter Raised by a Voice in Her Head, by Warsan Shire

"that was the thing. you never got used to it, the idea of somebody being gone. just when you think it's reconciled, accepted, someone points it out to you, and it just hits you all over again, that shocking." - The Truth About Forever, by Sarah Dessen

"the spirit is so hurt / it don't know the / body / it / looks in / the mirror / and asks, who is it?" - On/My/Aging, by Carolyn Marie Rodgers

"could we sit together in new bodies, shoulder to tender / shoulder, / the lovely and the thorned, the bitter and the failed, / the grave to the left of us, the sea to the right?" - 8, Always a Rose, by Li-Young Lee

"the fact of the matter is / you survived, / it's what you do. / death and you / walk side by side / all sigh and scythe / you stay alive. / and you have the right / but struggle to believe. / you're still allowed / to be alive. / it feels inappropriate." - It's What You Do, by Lena Oleanderson @lena-oleanderson

a painting of a bright orange sky at sunset, sun nowhere to be seen, over a pale sea crashing onto dark rocks and foaming. it's oriented upside down. - Night, by by Frederick Judd Waugh

[yourtamaki]

if u ever wanna yap abt ace im here to listen 🫶🏼🫶🏼

you’re the sweetest for letting me ramble

actually i’ve been thinking about ace and how bad sex is when you first get together STAY WITH ME!!

he just wants it to go well so bad. ace has so much of his self-worth tied up in what he can do for you. if there’s anything he can do to make your life easier or better, he’d do it in a heartbeat.

but all that means is that the first time you undress each other and fall into bed, all his attention is focused on you. he makes you cum on his fingers and his tongue more than you can count but every time you try to reach out and touch him, ace is pulling away. he doesn’t think he deserves it, not yet, not when he can do better.

it’d probably get to the point where you feel a little alone cause while yes, he’s touching you and making you feel good, ace is concentrated to the point of being distant and quiet.

it may take awhile for him to grasp that sex isn’t something he does to you but with you. even when he does start to be more present, it’s still an uphill battle cause he’s terrified of what you’ll see if he’s that vulnerable with you.

eventually, being that open and connected with you will be as easy as breathing and sex will be fun and fulfilling for both of you but it takes a lot of work for both of you to get there

[batfleshh]

Soap with a clingy cat hybrid reader? Doesn’t have to be nsfw:3

Soap Mactavish X M!CH!Reader!

Warnings: injury warning, NSFW (sorry this is late ASF), gay sex and blowjobs, male reader, cat hybrid reader, playing with Soaps man tits at one point, riding, stuff stuff idk im so tired

“Come on, boy, I need ta’ focus,” Johnny mumbles as you rub your head underneath his chin, purring as you stretch your neck up to bump against him once more. You hear him let out a sigh, going back to writing down on a sheet of paper. You didn’t really know what he was writing it for any way, but it didn’t really matter to you. You were too focused on how handsome he looked, and how badly you wanted him to pay attention to you.

You whine as you feel him start to move you off of him slightly, hands digging into his shirt on instinct as you pout at him even attempting to move you. You didn’t mean to act the way you did, sometimes it felt like something out of your control. You were a creature that was made to be loved, not just used for you excellent features and then tossed aside. It wasn’t like he was making you feel that way, but it sure was bumming you out.

You picked and chose who you wanted to act this way with, usually open to almost everyone giving you attention. But with Soap, you just wanted to sit with him forever! He didn’t hate the idea, but you could just get in the way sometimes. He’d try not to hurt your feelings as stray small hairs float around and get stuck to his clothes, a scowl on his face when he would throw it in the washer.

But alas, a consequence came with your habit of not being able to sit still. You were clumsy, believe it or not. So, as you attempt to move back up to brush your face against his again, you slip from your spot on him, falling down. You attempt to grab onto anything closest to you, that being his poor arm. Your nails dig into his skin, scratching down his arm as you fall down. You hear him groan in pain as you try to recollect yourself, now on high alert, your tail puffed up with anxiety.

You try to fumble out an apology, only to be cut off by the sound of him scraping the chair he was in against the floor, in a hurry to dress the new wound you had given him. You immediately get up to go and hide somewhere, opting to go to the safest place you know.

His bedroom.

You go in there and hide under his bed, pupils dilated and tail swishing back and forth. Your hands feel numb, but you can’t help but think you’re overreacting. But you saw how red his arm got, you saw it right in front of you. The wound you had given him due to your own inability to sit still. You squint as you begin to sniffle, ears pinned against your head and tail continuing to swish.

Soap groans as he exits the washroom, a fresh bandage wrapped around his newly dressed wound. He looks around for you, raising an eyebrow when he can’t find you around the table he was just at. He rubs his eyes as he looks under the table, then in some cabinets you could get into. He hums, his own memory giving him a hint on where to look. You flinch as you watch his bedroom door be pushed open slightly, hearing a small noise being made at you. You refuse, not knowing whether or not you could trust the same action you had fallen for 180 times before.

You listen to his weight dip into the bed as he sits on it, knees spread apart as he hums a song to himself quietly. When you finally feel it’s safe, you crawl out, sniffing around first. As you meet his eyes, you notice a small smile on that scruffy face of his. Your ears perk up slightly, watching as his uninjured hand pats at his knee. You take that as an invite to get on your knees, pressing your face against his thigh slowly. You feel his hand run through your hair, a light, small rumble coming up from your throat. You rub your face against his thigh, looking at him with pleading eyes. You see him roll his own, unbuckling his belt and carefully pulling it loose.

Soap groans as that continuous rumbling purr of yours vibrates on the underside of his dick, his hand moving to grip your hair. Your ears twitch as he pulls at the hairs around them, the more delicate feeling around there making you whimper. You continue to suckle on his cock, one of your hands moving up to place on his muscular thigh. You feel like you’re seeing stars, the Scottish man’s dick filling your mouth makes you wanna cum then and there. But you know he makes you wait, and you’re not going to disobey him.

You can tell when Johnny is close by his facial expressions, and where his hand starts to go as it travels down to the back of your head. You whimper sharply as he forces your head forward, watching you swallow down his cum as your breathing is limited. You purr louder as your nose is shoved against the hair that rests on his crotch, before coughing and sputtering for breath when you’re pulled back off. Your tail flicks back and forth with frustration as your cock bobs achingly between your legs.

He notices this, cooing softly down at you as his rough hands grab at your chin, forcing you to look up at him. Your face heats up as you rub it against his hand, purring gently at the comforting feeling it provides you with. You feel him lift you up into his lap, wincing slightly at the pain that courses through his wound. You watch him lay back on his bed right after he removes his shirt, chuckling as you stare in awe at the body you’ve seen countless times before. You bite at your lip unconsciously, your hands moving down to gripe at his chest. He laughs as he watches you, the fascination you have with his body doesn’t go unnoticed.

The hair on his chest makes it so much better to touch, a giddy feeling traveling through your chest. You start to slowly grind against him, whining as your leaking cock remains untouched. You watch Soap shove a couple of his fingers in his mouth, knowing completely well what’s going to come next. You whine, wanting to get comfortable. You lay your head down with your head on Johnnys chest, nuzzling your face into him. Your hips seem to lift up on their own, breathing heavily as you try to distract yourself from the dull pain of him stretching you open with his fingers.

It doesn’t feel like a long time before you’re instructed to sit back up again, whining at the way his fingers leave you feeling empty when they are removed. Your hips are lifted up, tail shooting straight out as his tip is push into you, whining and yelping as you sink down on his cock. You try to get used to the feeling, moaning and huffing as you try to distract yourself by moving your hands back to his chest.

Soap chuckles, hands grabbing at your wrists. You slowly start to set up a pace, beginning to bounce yourself on his thick cock. Your cock begins to twitch, whining for Soap to finally let you release. You shout as his tip hits against your spot inside you, ears pinning against your head as you try your hardest to focus. You look at him with pleading, begging eyes. You almost yell when he nods yes, granting you full permission to cum. And so you do, hands digging into his skin again. This time, it wasn’t all that unmanageable. Your cum lands on his chest, whining as you collapse down on top of him.

“Are you sorry for scratchin’ me, boy?”

You nod along to answer his question, purring quietly.

I am so tired ugfhfhhrhb sorry if there’s any grammar or spelling mistakes

Goongutbt

[that-gay-gal]

I need to rant about a problem I have with Rise! Raph

… ok, that’s a bit misleading. I have no problems with him, but I absolutely do with how this fandom can treat him.

Namely, the flanderization of his character. Specifically the part about him being the nicest iteration of Raph, because I see SO MANY people make him out to be the nicest softest most UwU-est boy when ITS ONLY PARTIALLY TRUE GODAMMIT AND IM TIRED OF IT.

HES ROWDY. HE LIKES FIGHTING. HE TRIED TO LIFT UP A BUS AND HE STILL. HAS. ANGER ISSUES!! HES JUST BETTER AT MANAGING THEM FOR FUCKS SAKE.

Please. I’m so tired of people acting like he never gets upset or angry and is the nicest person to ever exist in this godamn franchise.

Because yes, he is nice! And I love that about him, but some people are so extreme about his softness I’m going to blow a fuse if I see more of it.

Stop contributing to the flanderization of characters, guys. I love his kindness as much as anyone else but it’s NOT HIS ONLY TRAIT.

This won’t be getting a lick of attention but I just had to say it.

Thank you for listening to my Ted Talk.

I’m not trying to be mean by the way this is just all my opinion and it sorta just boiled over after I saw this happen again on some random post!

I don’t claim to know Raph better than anyone else, of course. But some people for sure don’t know him! And I won’t apologize for saying that because I’ve noticed mischaracterization is a huge problem for this fan base, and I think everyone should take a moment and reflect on how they portray these characters.

Ok bye guys have a good day/night/whenever!! Again, just my opinions :) I was bored idk (I could go on for hours about him tbh)

I’m probably deleting this later but whateverrr

[simbic]

Barracks? Barracks.

This lot ffs

Game crashed three times while i was trying to do this, you wanna talk about rage. I play overwatch regularly (if you play pls add me ok), i know rage

So completed:

Barracks

Peasant/Yeoman Hovels

Forest (for foraging)

Village Green

Foundling House. I'm tempted to redo this but...im SO DONE

Left to go:

Almshouse

Beach (foraging/saltwater fishing)

Gentry manor, which is like half done already. I lost steam in the middle of it and just...left it to go build everything else. Ill probably start the whole thing over.

Castle

Prison, because I've had sims commit adultery in the past and it made me so mad. There was also the violence issue (the teenage boy who kept showing up everywhere and making enemies with every teenage girl he met, including his own sister, and frequently getting his ass kicked), so...yeah.

For outcasts...idk yet. Leaning toward a traveling caravan like @mortia had in hers way back. i intend for two orphans with room for two more because one of the last times i did this, i had an entire family die of plague. the last surviving family member was an infant. highly entertaining at the time. I'll have three soldiers in the barracks. I think that's doable. i just don't want to manage too many of them.

Hedge Tavern (send help)

Legitimately did not understand how everyone else's games are so peaceful and organized, and then i remember some people have religion, and others do storytelling. I don't know if everyone plans out the (highly addictive) stories in their BACCs, but if you do, bless you. I have the attention span of a toddler. ADHD etc

surprised that this held my attention for this long before something else distracts my absentminded ass.

I do have a specific thing planned out that i'm pretty excited about though.

anyway more spam

Rooms!

hello goodbye!!

[shootingstarrfish]

i'll tell yall about a funny obm dream i had a while ago, all my belphie dreams have been scams so far i want a refund >:v

so i can only assume id just been on an outing with the brothers and it was the end of the day. they were all squished into my itty bitty car to the point where asmo was sitting on my lap while i was driving (it was weird dream logic so he kept alternating between sitting on my lap and sitting on the floor at my feet??) of course lucifer being the insufferable eldest sibling was in the passenger seat beside me, belphie was directly behind me and i believe levi was beside him in the middle? i cant remember what satan mammon and beel were doing lolll they were never particularly relevant in this one but i know they were there

anyway i tell them all we're almost at the train station and ill drop them off there and it should be easy to get home by train, and i hear a chorus of groans behind me so i figure it's not too far out of my way to just to drive them directly home and decide to offer to do so, to which they all cheer except lucifer and...

i hear belphies voice directly behind me suddenly try to get my attention, and i get really excited because belphie is talking to me. i turn around as best as i can to face him "oh whats up belphie?" i ask casually, trying not to seem too excited or anything. im curious though, again it's belphie we're talking about. i have to admit im happy he's talking to me. clearly in this dream au im quietly pining after him so im delighted. he shuffles around a bit, not speaking yet. i think to myself that he looks very cute. i wonder what he's gonna say. is this the development of our dream au relationship? he awkwardly opens his mouth to speak:

"uhh, i think i'd rather walk home honestly..."

my entire world shatters. the one person i wanted to be there suddenly wants to leave? (for some reason ignoring that asmo, who i also love very much, is sitting on my lap) i try not to seem too upset tho and let him leave to walk.

i set up my GPS and play some music, i specifically decide to play anime openings because i know levi will vibe with it. he starts trashing my taste in music

and then i woke up

[tteokdoroki]

the hardest thing abt being gojo’s gf is never being able to wear baby blue outside the house without having him try to fuck you stupid before you leave 🙁💔

[bigothteddies]

oh and btw, that 39 year old telling you how mature you are for your age is a manipulation tactic. It’s not a compliment.

[cavesalamander]

Scum Villain fic where Shen Yuan wakes up out of a coma and realizes that he just had a very, very vibrant dream about his boy and that web novel he hatereads.

When he gets back home after observation it's so... surreal. He feels so much older now. He's practically lived a lifetime in that dream, even if only a few months have passed.

His room is so... cringe is the word he wants to use, but he can't help but find his past self endearing about it all. Except that line of thought makes... no sense at all. His past self is just him from a couple months ago.

He decides to check up on the story he'd been dreaming about and finds out that, though there were a dozen more chapters, they had stopped updating completely without warning just a few weeks after his own coma.

(The comments after his coma, a few mention him, calling him out or cheering for him finally giving up on the story. Some people even speculate he might have died.)

His old comments were so embarrassing to read, but there's a part of him that... sees his love for Luo Binghe even in these.

Wait, why is he suddenly okay being gay for this protag??

He thinks he probably shouldn't be quite so chill about it.

He wonders what happened to Airplane. He stops himself from thinking too hard on the possibility it could all have been real. That was ridiculous!!

Meanwhile in the world of the system....

Luo Binghe is flipping OUT. His husband his shizun his beloved just up and went POOF. No trace of him, no clue left behind.

(Or is it worse if he dies? The original goods died that night he qi deviated and was replaced by Shen Yuan, so there's no soul there to replace him. Luo Binghe has had to deal with dead Shizun before but this time it's... different.)

Either way, after a whole lot of everyone flipping out, Shang Qinghua seems to know a little too much about... something.

The truth comes out. Luo Binghe admits he's suspected something like that for a while now, but thats not important. He needs his shizun back, so how..?

Cue dimension hopping shenanigans.

[ginalinettiofficial]

rewatching st s4 and just. lucas. love of my life he was trying so hard to do the right thing…. he’s still just the protector guy…… him and steve just…. two bisexual self sacrificing jock peas in a pod……