#but the urge to write hit and i got down like a 100 words before the negative bad doubtful brain got to me again and just. yeah

[the-kipsabian]

would appreciate someone telling me my fic writing efforts are not completely in vain or whatever

[christinebloodwrittings]

To hunt or be hunted #12

Pairing: Alastor x Fem!Reader x Lucifer Summary: Lurking in the shadows, someone awaits the perfect occasion to strike. Alastor talks with Lucifer. Warnings: Lilith.

Oh who is she, a misty memory. XD I'm back, I'm sorry for the delay, this took a lot of re write, next one will have smut hehhe.

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"Wake up," a voice from inside you warned you through the delicate rubbing of a cloth on the floor of the room. The dim light of the city showed you that it was very early in the morning, the subtle sound of footsteps made your ears perk up alertly, warning you of danger. In the darkness you couldn't see anything, an uncomfortable and acidic feeling spread in your chest when behind your neck, a hush became present.

"Keep quiet mutt, you'll wake him" who was that voice from? You had the king with his head on your chest, even in your unconscious you had in mind that he was more than capable of defending himself, however your instinct acted first. Your body assumed a considerable size, your fur stood up in such a way that it gave the illusion of ferocity and size. You acted as a shield over Lucifer, like a lion over his prey, seeing that no one was going to take it from you.

A hungry growl made the person behind you step back, "You seem to like him" arrogance, the voice was now to your eye level, in front of your face, "You have 3 seconds before I get you, leave now" you warned, your fans growing in size, whoever’s breath fanning across your face, a noticeable sweet alcohol smell invaded your nose.

"I would choose my words more carefully, if I were you" glowing purple eyes, the realization made  you swallow a lump of saliva, but even with the shock you didn't lowered your stance, you made yourself bigger to cover Lucifer better.

"What are you doing here?" You whispered harshly, "It was a mistake, I made a rushed decision" you got a hold of her waist with your tail, yanking her backwards, "Too late" Lilith uncovered her head from the veil she was wearing, either she was making the air thicker or it just was the tension in the air, "He's my husband" she hissed, "Was your husband, he's mine now" you growled back.

"Do you think he shares that opinion?" She smiled, "I was there to support him after signing, he kisses in an adorable fashion" her smug faded away, her hair swirled in the air just like Charlie does. But just when you were ready to pounce on her, Lucifer moved around you, both of you froze in the act. You felt his hands taking snaking up to your back, following with a slight pressure that brought you down to him.

"This is not over" she walked over, her feather touch felt like a blaze next to your tail, she yanked on it earning a hiss from you, then she disappeared as fast as she arrived.

With a long heavy sigh you came down to your normal size after a few minutes, embracing Luci on your chest again. A rush of nausea hit Lucifer in his slumber, not enough to vomit, but enough to wake him, hearing your pounding heart almost shouting in your chest.

“Y/n, everything alright? Your heart is racing” he nuzzled against your neck, half asleep, "Just a nightmare, can I get a hug?" He left a kiss on your neck before pulling you to the side, your cheek on his neck, his arms holding your body close by your shoulders.

"Can I get a kiss?" He smiled, mindlessly so, "Sure" you pushed up your body, cupping one cheek with your hand and then smooshing a kiss on the other, his little giggle sent you to heaven.

"That's not what I meant" he laughed, his voice was delightfully hoarse, "Oh? His royal majesty was looking for something else?" You smiled, biting whatever urge you had to tell him about his ex-wife being in the room, and instead leaving some little kisses on the underside of his chin.

He opened one eye, glowing in the middle of the dark room, "Come on, just one kiss?" he looked down to you, a magnetic aura surrounding both. You leaned over his lips; the connection was instant and soft. The dance, one that was truly a bliss, brought out sighs that were perceived as prayers, hands that roamed up his chest to cup the pretty red of his cheeks and make a gentle fistful of his golden locks.

His as well, brought up your body on top of his, pulling on your waist and in fact that arm was tightly making sure you wouldn’t be free of his affections. The other, was playing with your tail, reaching the burnt end in which, without his knowledge, his ex-wife had placed a warning.

“You’re hurt” he broke the kiss, giving that at the touch of the affected area you hissed and your tail tried to yank itself away from his touch, “Maybe I was too close beside the fire place, didn’t noticed” you lied, carelessly, or so you thought it had sound like.

“Here” his magic got rid of the pain and the chance to get an awful burn scar, “Dr Morningstar to the rescue” you cheered lovingly, “I would hate to see you hurt, but if you ever are, I will gladly assist you” he purred, kissing your forehead, “Mm? With the sexy nurse outfit?” he bit your lip while chuckling.

“Naughty” he teased, “Prideful” he took out his tongue at your comeback, making you giggle,  “You like me that way” he smirked. Your smile was adorable, yet to him, it seem that it didn’t reached your eyes, so he went ahead and asked “Is something bothering you?” with a sleepy but concerned face.

‘Better now than tomorrow’ you thought, “I have something to ask, but I don’t want to hurt you” you began with the shittiest line ever, adding to nerves he just found out he was feeling. “Ask” he inquired, “I find myself divided, I spoke to Alastor about it, but I don’t know if-“ he cut you off before you could ramble, “You like him” he had a face that was unreadable, but he was right, so you nodded, “And what about me?” you ran your fingers through his hair, “I like you the same way” he sighed feeling your hand comb his locks.  

“I’m sorry” you began after a while, “I would never ask a question of this nature in my life, much less to someone who wants to court me, however it weighs me to feel, when I am alone, divided. Your affection is gentle, bright, I feel undeserving of you. With Alastor it is different, it is almost as if we were hunting each other, a battle for power and domination” he opened an eye, paying you his upmost attention.

“With you, I feel hunted, desired, I find myself in the decision to hunt, or be hunted, both exciting me to no end” he saw in your words and your eyes, a weird type of desire, one he’d rather have all to himself, “I have become an addict to the attention you two provided, but sadly, if I am to be put in the position to choose, I rather hurt no one any further” he cleared his throat, positioning on top of you this time, to have a clear view of your face.

“And how would this go? Uhm? You think he’ll be open to this?” he wasn’t trying to sound defensive, but he was hoping Alastor would say no to the idea, at the same time, if he didn’t you would rather be single. “I suppose so, it was his idea” you shrugged as he hummed, “I’m not sleeping a single night without you, if he wants to go ahead with this, he’ll either have to occupy the other side of the bed or spend it alone” he stated.

Your heart fluttered imagining yourself being the center on a sandwich in between both of them, “He’ll ask you about this matter later today, I just wanted you to hear it from me first” he kissed down on your cheek, “I appreciate it. I believe you have a question?” to his smirk you cheekily smiled, “Will you consider a relationship with me?” you raised a golden blush on his cheeks, “And Alastor” his eye turn made you laugh and pinch his sides, “No, you would be with me, if you want anything with him that’s another conversation entirely” he matched your energy, pinching your sides as well.

“I am going to polish the details of this deal” you kissed his forehead, “So is that a-“ he interrupted you with more kisses and a tight embrace, “Yes, if it would make you happy, Ozzie had spoken once or twice about couples of more than two” but of course with Lilith wasn’t an option, not with her ill temper.

“If it makes you uncomfortable you really don’t have to-“ he kissed your lips, shushing you immediately, “Will I still wake up to you every morning? Will you still brush my hair? I just want you, in whatever shape you allow me to” you realized he was still in his suit, so you slid off his vest, “It will be my pleasure, my king” he groaned with a smile, “My name, Y/n, please” you giggled, his childish manners sometimes impressed you, for a man his age, “Lucifer” content he nuzzled against your neck.

“You have plans for today?” you finally managed to remove each piece of clothing from the waist up, admiring his milky white skin again, “I have to do my monthly check of my company, I’ll do breakfast and lunch, then I’m off, how about you?” you sighed thinking about the immense amount of paperwork that awaited you at the office.

“Well, miss you, then I have a tower of paperwork regarding other rings that has been accumulating the past seven years, help Charlie around, chat with the busboy, then have you back after or before dinner” he hummed against your neck, happy to feel your hands on his bare skin.

“I would like to have intimate business with you, but I want to make it special, I do not know how though” you couldn’t see it, but his tail was moving as if it was wagging, “How about you join me for a bath when you return? See where the night takes us afterwards” you eyed the pile of rubber ducks on the corner of the room.

“Will there be a rubber duck floating in between the bubbles?” he smiled,  “You want to choose one?” he clicked his fingers, making himself wear his ducky pajamas, as he felt the excitement grow in his heart, “I adore the one with the fancy white hat, also the lawyer” the one of the hat looks much like him.

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Later in the afternoon, the king heard a knock on his door. Taking a deep sigh he signed the last document before walking towards the door. Alastor wore a new deep burgundy suit, it had specks of gold on the lapels, very subtle yet elegant, just for the occasion.

“We have a matter in our hands” Alastor's little smile was going to make the king lose his patience one day, but for you, he would remain at least cordial. “I believe so too” he watch the demon just come inside his room and make himself comfortable.

“She wants both of us” it was no surprise for Lucifer anymore, so he snickered, “Are you willing to spend your nights alone?” Alastor made it seem as if he didn’t cared to spend his night alone, he didn’t, but if he could hear your heart as he slept, even better.

“I am rarely a man of physical contact; she can find that in you most often” not entirely a lie, but one good enough to send a bitter shot down his throat, “Says the man that has fucked her twice” his red blood boiled thinking he may have seen everything you have done with him, but is not as he didn’t knew.

“Did you enjoyed watching through the lock? Next time I’ll do you a solid and invite you to watch” he pushed his luck, he noticed because Lucifer’s face shifted to a goat’s skull, hollow and dark, in where the cavities of his eyes turned into two flames of hellfire. “Don’t test me Alastor, I’m not just a man” his distorted voice echoed in between the room and the deer’s bones.

“I Just want her to be happy” he bit down a tremor in his voice, watching his face go back to normal,  “We have reached common ground” Lucifer went back to his documents, “Three days a week, I ask her to be with me” the king laughed, “I told her, and I’ll repeat it to you, I am not spending the night without her” Alastor felt very cocky when he uttered the next phrasing, “Then you’ll have me as well in your bed” to his surprise, the king didn’t cared.

“You can stand there and stare, for all I care, my condition remains” Lucifer saw in between the permits a lawsuit against your company, he denied the lawsuit with a nice remark that they can go to hell, while almost nailing the denied stamp against the paper.

“We should plan for dates as well?” Alastor asked, making a calendar appear in the air, “Just so we don’t stump one another” the king agreed, “Very well, but my relationship is with her only, I hold no sentiment towards you” he threatened, the wendigo made a snarl as he rolled his tongue to respond, “Likewise”.

“That snake on her arm, should we be concerned?” Lucifer hummed a yes, “It’s part of the deal, we have to ensure it disappears”, he had thought it was a tattoo, not that it had anything to do with your suicidal feelings, “What will happen if we don’t?” Lucifer only confirmed his thoughts, “It will reach her heart and she will die”.

Alastor hummed in understanding, offering his hand to the king, “For this purpose only, I want to set a truce, I hate you anyways, but she…might be worth it”, with an unnecessary aggressiveness he took the deer’s hand and shook in the deal, without voodoo attached, much to Alastor’s discomfort “Truce, for now”.

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The heat of an unknown fire suffocated the room that was your office, the candle on your desk cried until it burned down into the wood. "I didn't think you were this famous, Axe-man” the voice from this morning, made herself comfortable on the couch behind you.

“Afternoon, my queen, I thought that since our disagreement this morning, you would take the hint, I see that is not the case” It didn't matter how brave you could be, just how cunning, if she got angry and did something impulsive you could dodge her and use the divine light that you kept in a bottle inside your boot, that Adam was very irresponsible with something so destructive.

“What do you plan to do, marry him and be queen?” she took your hair in her claws, braiding a few locks, “If my intentions were so simple, we wouldn’t be having this conversation, not with you on your feet at least” you would’ve had her hanged if you were queen of hell, or better yet, decapitated.

“Watch your words, I’m still your queen!” she yelled, her eyes glowing like purple blazes. “As I understand it, you have to be married to the king for his title to give you any power, unfortunately you undid it on a single piece of paper” she emitted a snarl, unearthly, not like any animal or demon you had ever heard.

“What I don’t understand, is why you desire to pretend you can feel anything but bloodlust” she spit on a side of your face, as you made calculations of winnings and loses of the last month. “If you’d wanted me dead, you would’ve done it already” she laughed, “That’s true, I need you to do something for me” it was your time to laugh, “What makes you think I’ll do squat for you?”.

She took her sweet time to answer, before showing you a contract with Alastor’s living name, “Because I own Alastor’s soul” she had the nerve to laugh in your face, but you didn’t minded her bullshit, “And the edge of my axe can cut soul agreements” that was a lie, but oh how you wished you had your soul in hand.

“Then why you haven’t cut your own?” ‘Fuck that’s a good question!’ you cursed internally, “I desire death, a pleasure your daughter has denied me nine years today, but I think my fate has changed paths, and also your daughter hid it from me” and a true fact, after what happened with Valentino and Vox she was not happy and hid your axe.

“And you think my husband can make you want to live?” no, but you could try believing that he wanted to, “He seemed pretty…decided” she smiled wickedly at that meek answer, “But do you?”, your silence told her everything she needed to crush you.

“Oh, poor Y/n, so high was your fame, your wealth, you had everything. But without your daughter, without that light to guide you, you’re empty. Do you believe your soul is deserving of any value, or even salvation? You are nothing without her, and you will not find her when you die. Do you believe that death will offer mercy, to a corrupt soul like yours? One that bears two thousand souls in their hands, the same ones that will subject you to your torment for the rest of eternity” she spoke as if she could see the hands of the souls you killed, holding your feet down.

And yet, despite how much her intimidation stabbed though your human soul, “Undermining me will be in vain, I am aware of my torments, and the burden that they mean, and the souls bound to me by contract as well. I do not need someone like you to remind me” and you made a mistake, by being the first one to be annoyed, accentuating her lack of status or how little she meant to you.

“Someone like me? Explain yourself” she was indeed offended, meanwhile you were trying your best not to laugh, "I'll be honest with you, I'm a horrible person, when I kill I don't feel fear nor remorse. However, I wouldn't abandon my daughter for anything in the world. But, by you being the first woman, I might cut you some slack, you didn't had anyone to teach you how to be a mother” you’ve been holding that one nine years.

The happiness and satisfaction that it caused you to cast that line at her lowered the quality of your spell to disguise your appearance, in this way Lilith was able to briefly observe the wounds of your battle with Charlie. Astonished, she wanted to knock, out of curiosity rather, you got up from the table, knocking over the chair in the process, so that what happened that morning wouldn’t happen again.

“Those scars” she finally spoke, “Courtesy of your daughter” you were highly defensive, ears pulled back and a growl here and there. “She’s strong” she wasn’t wrong, “With a sight she pulverized my horns, I can’t guarantee what will happen if she sees you, but mark my words…” you walked so close to her, she had to look down to be on your eye level.

“If she orders me to kill you, I will” and with pleasure, but you omitted that part, “He’ll never forgive you” you knew that from the very beginning, “And I’ll die with that in mind” and you were fine with it.

“I despise you” it was her turn to growl, but you smiled and teasingly added, “And yet you do nothing about it” you noticed how purple was her lipstick, and wondered where she got it. “If I kill you, Lucifer will be angry, and I’ll be doing you a favor” ‘Oh she would ruin her manicure’ you thought, breathing in an apple scented perfume, “That perfume is addictive” you mean that as sarcasm but didn’t quite sounded like it, “He loves it” ‘What is this, the wife and the lover?’ you laughed internally before letting out something petty and pathetic, “Used to” like a teenager fighting for a boy.  

Unfortunately, she wasn't going to give you a reason to attack her, and neither were you, so like the cold war, she and you were just threatening each other trapped a very strange sexual tension.

“A holy one is in the chamber, get away from her!” When you thought your day couldn't get any weirder, your assistant walked through the door with a loaded Carmine Holy-rifle. “Careful, my queen, you have yet to be dead” she looked at you with hate as if you had planned it, then smoke started to fill the room, “This isn’t over” you laughed to that in response “That’s twice today”.

She rambled a “Well, next time will be the last” and then the smoke went away along with her.

All you could do was chuckle and mutter a decisive, “Bring it”.  

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part 13

[avelera]

A few thoughts on writerly endurance, word count, how to increase it and why you might want to

So over the last few months I've had, bar none, the highest word count I've ever produced as a writer over the course of (*checks watch*) 23 years of writing, on and off. This was after a pretty long dry spell brought on, most likely, from stress from current events and playing way too much Sims 4.

No one is more shocked by this than me. Mostly the word count lately has been me just trying to outrun the Doubts that set in if I pause for too long. Let's hope I can stay ahead, because I feel like garbage when I haven't written in a long time. Mostly, I just thank Calliope every day where I've got something to write and the urge doesn't leave me.

But this crazy-ass word count has led to a few people commenting on it so I want to give some scattered, not exactly linear tips on how to reach a longer word count and why you might want to do so as a writer.

1 ) Learning to write more is, in my mind, a matter of endurance with an almost 1-to-1 correlation with the sort of training one would do to become a long distance runner. No one is born with the ability. It takes practice. Expecting to be able to do it without practice is as ridiculous as expecting to be able to sit down at the piano if you've never played it before and bang out a tune. Be gentle with yourself.

2 ) The incentive to learning to increase your word count is to learn how to cut and edit more viciously. Which sounds odd. And I actually don't recommend deleting what you write, I recommend a discard document even for phrases as small as half a sentence, because you never know when you got it right the first time and if you (like me) do track word count as an accomplishment, it's good to see how much work you actually did at the end of the day.

3 ) But really, you need* (*if you so choose) to learn how to write 100 words easily, and then 1,000 words, and then 10,000 words because at some point, you might realize your story has gone off track and hit a wall and the only way to fix it is to go back 50 words, or 500 words, or 5,000 words and if you nearly killed yourself to write that much, you might be reluctant to remove it (to your discard doc), even if failing to do so will mean the whole story dies. The less effort it takes to write a lot, the more likely (if you're like me) that you'll be able remove the things that need to be removed without getting too possessive of them because they were so hard to write in the first place.

4 ) Now, the one reason to not just increase word count for the sake of word count is that short pieces actually, pound for pound, tend to get more attention because they represent less of a commitment for an audience. Long fics might have more comments, but if you broke down word count-to-feedback ratio, most one shots do a lot better. So don't negatively compare a short fic to a long fic just because it has more comments. Short fics and one shots can be very rewarding. But, as said in point 3, learning to write a lot means you can be more precise with removing extra stuff. For me, at least, writing something short is harder and takes a lot longer than writing something long. Even this post would probably be more successful if I could boil it down to a few bullet points, but that would take 10x more time and energy for me than just writing my thoughts out linearly without boiling them down to the most salient points.

5 ) For me, learning to write a lot had a lot to do with learning to trust my initial instincts. I've heard runners say the hardest part of learning to run was learning to stop stopping themselves. They said their own bodies held them back until they trained themselves to work with their bodies. I think writing is similar.

We have our internal editor, many people have heard of that, the voice that tries to edit a piece before it's done. That's worth noting if you haven't heard of it: don't try to edit while you're writing. Editing is for when your story or at least your chapter draft is done. Because you can't really see what needs to be fixed until you have the whole picture before you. It's like trying to color in the lines before you've actually drawn the lines of a picture.

But also consider this: you're not going to learn to write better than you already have in the .5 seconds while you're thinking about what to say next. Go with your first instincts. You've been reading, watching, and otherwise consuming stories for most of your life. You've been writing for some significant period of it too. You know everything you need to know, that you can possibly know to write the story in front of you right now. That's not going to change if you agonize over that next sentence for hours or weeks. You're not going to get better in that time without actually writing. And if you do, most likely you'll want to write something else because your interests and skills will have shifted and the story in front of you will die in that time. The best way to get better? Write and finish the story in front of you. There really is no comparison.

So the best thing you can do is write the next line that first appears in your head. Don't doubt yourself. Your brain knows what it's doing. Trust yourself. You know what comes next. And maybe you'll get to the end and realize it wasn't the right line. Well, then you can edit and fix it. And you'll have a much clearer idea of how to do that, of what needs to change at the end than you'll ever have in the moment. In the moment you need to stop fighting your own body and brain. Trust yourself. You know how to tell a story. You know what the next line will be if you just listen and don't edit it before it exists.

6 ) It's going to take practice. But writing 50 kind a crappy 100 word drabbles in under 15 minutes is going to teach you a lot more than staring at the blank document of your magnum opus novel that you haven't written a word for. Particularly, writing that many drabbles is going to help you with point 5: trusting yourself to know what the next sentences will be.

7 ) Don't bite off more than you can chew. If writing 100 words exhausts you, don't plot out a 100,000 word story. You're not there yet. You're training for a 5k and that's a marathon. You need to build to it and you need to be gentle with yourself about the fact that 100,000 words is a serious amount of effort and it would be as absurd to expect of yourself as expecting someone working up to a 5k to run a marathon without training first. Doesn't mean you shouldn't run every day though, or run when you can.

8 ) Random note but: stop checking your word count while you're writing. Check the word count when the section is done. I've stopped checking word count unless I'm looking to see how close I am to having a chapter's worth of content ready to post, I don't check it mid-scene anymore, only when I feel I've got something to share. I think it helps with both avoiding discouragement and feeling like you're "done" before you've actually finished anything and then resting on your laurels.

[wanderpastme]

Lights on (FEM)

Sundrop x FEMReader

PART 1 (Sequel to Lights off)

MINORS DNI

Word count: 1,290

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Description: After the eventful night with moon it seems sun may want some action as well... and he's the jealous type.

Sun is stupid unhinged

Hey! My first actually requested fic (lmao too bad it's about sex though. Not complaining 😏)

(Also as a heads up this is ALL consensual. It gets pretty kinky and I know some people may misunderstand kinky stuff, but it's 100% consensual. I DO NOT WRITE NONCON/RAPE)

Tags: Oral sex, penetrative sex, creampie, fingering, overstimulation, begging, breeding kink, edging, Diphallia(2 ding dongs), bondage, implied voyeurism

Moon had left you alone for the time being, muttering something about lights or schedule or something, but that was just fine with you, you needed a little bit of time to yourself after what had happened just hours before.

You had used the sheets on the bed to clean yourself up, now laying on a bare mattress, occupying yourself with fidgetting with your restraints, trying to dig your nail into the tight knot. You were working your fingers raw, pulling at any loose ends you could find- until finally- something gave.

Pulling your arm free you resisted the urge to yell out in triumph, you quickly got out of bed, finding your disregarded pants and slipping them off.

Running to the door to your right, you gave it a few hard pulls, cursing under your breath when you found it locked.

"N-New friend?"

"Fuck!"

Turning around violently, you pressed your back against the door as the huge sun animatronic stood looming over you, his face painted with betrayal and hurt.

"You tried to leave?" He whined, his fists balled at his side, his hurt look turning into a harsh scowl. "I thought you liked me- no! You will like me! You like Moon, you have to like M̵͚̙̔̈̓̈́̓E̵̬̗̥̗̖̐͗̈́̈́! L̸̼̼̲̣̃̅͆͝O̴̝͆V̸͍̪̺͌E̵͖̔̀̊ ̴̢̱͙͍̮̍M̴̤̟̒͆̈̾Ẻ̷͇"

He screamed this, taking your wrists harshly and hoisting you in the air. You yelped in pain, already knowing there would be bruising around your wrist after this.

Using his other hand he pinned you to the wall by your neck, not entirely blocking your airways. You felt a familiar warmth run down your body and internally cursed to yourself. It had only been a few hours since the last time, you were unhinged.

Trying to pry his hand from your neck you coughed out, "Please- Sunny- I do love you!"

The animatronic seemed to pause in shock, dropping you in the process. You fell to your knees, coughing, holding your sore neck.

"You do?" he muttered, before a huge smile split his face, "YOU LOVE ME!"

Picking you up from the floor he swung you around in circles, his bells jingling merrily.

You felt dizzy as he sat you down on the edge of the bed caging you in with his arms, each hand clenching the bed in a death grip.

“That doesn't explain why you were trying to leave me, Sunbeam.”

Gulping you tried to back away but found your back hit the wall.

“I- uh-”

Grabbing your face with his hand he squeezed harshly, making your lips pucker.

“Hm Sunbeam? No answer? Shame.”

Pulling away, he watched as his red ribbons snaked across your body, circling around to tie your wrists behind your back and encasing your legs together. You gasped, trying to wiggle free as Sundrop just watched with a sort of unhinged delight.

“Oh I wouldn’t try that precious, unlike Moon I actually know how to get what I want, and right now, I want you.”

Picking you up bridal style he sat down in the bed, placing you in his lap. Letting his ribbon free of your legs he spread them apart, covering your mouth with one hand, the other stroking you through the fabric of your pants. You could feel yourself get wetter with every soft stroke, but you couldn’t say anything in protest.

“I want you to want me… Ń̷̳̋͛͘E̶̢͓̟̽E̶̥͒͒̍̈́͂̄͗̕͝D̴̢̧͕̥͖̬̖̗̠̂̂̌͝ me”

Loosening the ribbons once more he slipped your shirt and pants off, the ribbon circling your wrists and neck, more like cuffs and a collar.

Standing up, he looked down at you, holding the ribbon connected to your neck like a red silk leash.

“I want you on your knees.” He hissed, and with little hesitation, you obeyed, making his smile widen impossibly.

“What a good little plaything.” He sighed.

Yanking on your leash he made you look up at him, “You are so cute like this, submissive to me and me only. Now… I want you to suck me off.”

Your cheeks flooded with red, as you tugged on the hem of his pants, watching it slip past his bulge. Both his cocks sprung out, Sun waiting eagerly for you to obey him. Gingerly you took one in your hand. He was surprisingly big. Moon didn’t let you get a good look at him when you fucked last, but it seems Sun had a different set of fetishes.

A sharp tug broke you from your thoughts, making you painfully aware of the erect cock. Taking the second one in your mouth, you were surprised to find it sweet, almost like butterscotch candy. Taking as much into your mouth you felt the animatronic tense and groan, taking that as an invitation you slowly began to bob your head, moving your other hand in unison.

Sundrop laced his fingers through your hair, shoving his dick as far as he could into your mouth, making you choke as it hit the back of your throat.

Using your free hand you began to finger yourself as tears formed at the edges of your eyes. Sundrop sighed in disappointment, yanking your hand from your throbbing cunt and pulling away from you.

“And here I thought you would be an obedient little girl. I guess I was wrong.”

You could feel spit dribble down your chin as you looked up at him in confusion.

“Did I give you permission to touch yourself?”

You shook your head, suddenly realizing what you had done wrong, “Please Sunny I didn’t mean to, but fuck you make me so horny-”

“Cursing as well? Where are your manners?”

Pulling you by your leash to him he picked you up, sitting on the bed, and placed you on his lap, ass in the air.

“You need to be punished! Let’s say… 15 spankings.” He said, delight dripping from his voice.

You whined slightly but didn’t protest, knowing he would only give out a harsher punishment if you protested.

“Good girl~” he drawled, a sharp slap to your ass following.

With every smack you could feel yourself getting more and more aroused, the pain mixing in with the pleasure until you were basically speechless, your body begging to be touched in any way.

“P-please Sunny- I can’t take it.”

Chuckling, the animatronic obliged, laying back and positioning you above him. Slowly he set you down on his cock, the other rubbing your clit as you took all of him in.

He paused, holding you down on him as he watched you squirm.

“Please sunny- I want you- I need you. Please I’ll be good, just please fuck me!” You begged, wiggling your hips against him. That caused him to moan slightly, giving you a devious idea.

“Oh please Sunny~” You begged again, moving your hips from side to side and biting your lips, “Please fill me up, I need you~ Please~”

Sundrop looked at you with animalistic desperation before finally giving in to you, letting go of your hips and letting you bounce on his dick, the other leaking precum onto your stomach. You moaned loudly as you bounced up and down, feeling his dick fill you over and over again.

Suddenly Sun spun you around, pushing you into doggy position, smacking into you with an intensity you knew only he could.

Before you knew it, you had cum, your vision flashing white as you screamed his name, cumming all over his dick, but he wasn’t done yet. Grabbing you by your neck, he bit into your shoulder, causing blood to form from the new wound. Lapping it up with his tongue he thrust into you hard one last time before you were filled with his seed, his other dick cumming all over your exposed tits.

“Now look at this mess you made.”

[genshin-obsessed]

You Get Injured!

Yo! I’m back and this time with a little bit of angst. One thing about me: I ADORE ANGST!!! LEMME BREAK SOMEONE’S HEART!!! I love, love, love writing angst so much! Anyway, enjoy!

Summary:  You get injured on the job, what’s his reaction?

Includes: Aether, Kaeya, Diluc, Venti, Razor, Xiao, Xingqiu, Zhongli, and Childe! (YES I ADDED AETHER >:0)

Come one, come all! See what happens when you come home injured!

Warnings: Mentions of blood, no details though.

You were supposed to be with Aether, but he had his own commissions, but he swore he’d come help you right after. You weren’t patient and ended up getting into a fight with too many hilichurls and it didn’t end well.

He immediately remembered the time he lost Lumine, but for some reason, he was even more scared than that incident. He felt as if the wind had been knocked out of him and he’d completely frozen up. When he saw your bloodied form fall to the floor, it brought him back to reality.

He ran to you and pulled you into his arms, desperately searching for life. He needed to see that you were ok. In fact, he’d taken your hand and squeezed your wrist to feel your pulse. It was weak, but it was there. He pressed his lips to yours, ignoring the taste of iron that followed.

As the doctor was stitching up the larger gashes, he was cleaning up the blood around your face and whispering words of encouragement to you. He gave you water and held your hand throughout the entire process.

PERSONAL NURSE AETHER REPORTING FOR DUTY! Beck and call, whenever you need him, he’s there for you. He put his adventuring on hold until you were 100% better.

Did you need an adventuring partner? Cuz Aether needs one! And you’re the perfect candidate. He’s going on adventures will you- well ok, he’s going EVERYWHERE with you but for a while. Once his nerves and anxiety dies down, he backs off quite a bit.

You had been fighting hilichurs for a commission and the last thing you had expected was multiple Mitachurls to be around. Well, there were more than you could handle and they floored you.

His heart almost stopped when he saw your bloodied form walking towards him, reaching out ever so weakly. He sprinted towards you, hating that he wasn’t there for you. Why was he so slow?! Why were so you far away, dammit?

He takes you into his arms and holds you close before quickly rushing you to the doctor. He knew he might’ve been a bit rough, but he could barely think. All that was going through his mind was him wishing that it was all just a nightmare.

He’s there 24/7, whenever you need him. He’s got meals, blankets, cuddles, kisses, whatever you need. He helps you with EVERYTHING. He knew it was hard to shower with all those wounds and he didn’t want your stitches to open up, so he was a bit strict.

After your full recovery, he’s a little bit hesitant to let you go on your own. He might just join you on a mission or two. Don’t mind him, but once his worries are eased a little, he backs off. Besides, the cavalry captain can’t exactly run around with you, even though he so desperately wants to.

You were on your way to Mondstat from Liyue where you ended up on a beach with more ruin guards than you could handle (may the lord protect you if you wander there on accident).

Full fledged panic. It almost feels like someone was actively tearing his heart out. He couldn’t even breathe in that moment. He desperately wished he could heal you (I don’t think he can…), make you all better so you wouldn’t have to hurt so much. Were… were you crying?

He ran to you but the second he reached out to touch you, he pulled back a little. He was almost scared to touch you, like something as gentle as his touch might shatter what remained. He didn’t want to hurt you anymore, but it was clear you couldn’t walk so he had to carry you.

He does hold you close when you get help, whispering words of encouragement and love to you; anything to help. He immediately helped clean the blood off of you, trying to be as gentle as possible.

Through your healing process, he’s beside you constantly. He helps you with everything. Anything you need, he’s there. Thirsty? He’s got some water. Hungry? He’s got a plate of food. Need cuddles? Scoot over.

He’s actually terrified to let you go, but he knows you. This is your job and he’d seen you in action. So, he does let you go… as long as he can stick to you like glue (Cries in no Venti).

You had been hunting some abyss mages down and everything was going great… until it wasn’t. A rookie mistake almost caused your death. You’d never been so scared and the only thing you could think of was Diluc in that moment. You wanted to be in his arms.

He thought he’d been caught in a nightmare. He genuinely believed it wasn’t you. But when you called out to him, he was yanked back to reality. Everything felt so weird, it felt like a weird out of body experience for him. He was so scared he was shaking as he reached out to touch your bloodied face.

The first thing he does is check you to see how bad your injuries are before he brings you home to his personal doctor. Your blood burned him, it stung as tears welled up in his eyes. How could he let this happen to you? How could he fail you like this?

As the doctor patches you up, he sits beside you, holding your hand and giving you kisses every now and then, telling you you’re doing great and that you’ll be ok. He was still shaking, but he didn’t want you to worry, so he did his best to hide it. 

He’s extremely busy, so he can’t be beside you 24/7, but he tries to be with you every single night. In fact, he lets the knights handle everything while you heal, not wanting to leave you alone for too long

You best believe he’s hunting down every single abyss mage in existence. One hurt you? They all suffer. You try to keep him in check by keeping him at your side.

You had decided to challenge Electro Hypostases on your own... You should’ve been more careful. You didn’t realize how powerful it was and you got extremely lucky. 

Oh he can smell your blood from a distance. So he didn’t even need to see you to know you were injured. He was terrified. His heart was beating so fast and he couldn’t catch his breath. He felt himself going insane when he couldn’t find you.

Well wolves lick their wounds, but he couldn’t lick yours. One, it wouldn’t work, your wounds were too deep, two, he was a human, not a wolf. He knew your friends could help you so he rushed you back to Mondstat (I’m sure this is probably wrong, feel free to roast me).

Although he knew the doctors were just trying to help, he couldn’t stop himself from being aggressive. He even growled at a doctor when you whimpered as you received the stitches. Kaeya and Jean had to hold him back.

No one is allowed near you until you’re fully healed, Razor doesn’t let anyone get close. It’s not just him being super possessive, he was deeply terrified that in case someone attacked you while he wasn’t there…

Your new adventure partner is Razor. Even if he has to live in Mondstat with the other humans, he’ll do it. As long as you’re with him. Don’t bother trying to argue, it won’t work.

You had a teeny weeny competition with Xiangling that you two could find the best ingredients first. You got careless, wandered into a hilichurl camp, only to get floored by 4 mitachurls.

Who hurt you?! Who hurt you and where are they? Xiao just wants to talk. 

Thankfully, the boss of the inn was able to find some help for you and helped patch you up, while Xiao waited patiently. On the outside he looked calm, on the inside- well it was chaos. Nothing could calm his anger and anxiety.

He reassured you that you did a great job, letting you know that he was proud of you. Not to mention, he kept thanking you for coming back alive so that he could save you. He didn’t even want to think about what could’ve happened if you weren’t able to come back… 

He kept you close. As you healed, he was almost like a personal nurse. He brought you whatever you wanted and lots of almond tofu. If you don’t like it… well more for him.

He was very reluctant to let you go. He couldn’t go with you and it was his biggest regret. But he knew holding you back would do nothing, therefore he poured all his faith and trust in you. So please... come back to him.

You had gone to visit Chang the Ninth and on the way back had seen a village get attacked by some abyss mages. You jumped into action without thinking… at all.

Xingqiu actually hadn’t looked up from his book because he was so invested. You called after him, collapsing nearby but he wasn’t even paying attention. Finally, he heard you scream and jumped, his heart leaping out of his chest. He still won’t forgive himself… or pick up a book.

He immediately takes you back home, carefully carrying you so that he wouldn’t agitate your injuries anymore than they already were.

He stayed by your side and even helped patch you up, wanting to do as much as he could to help. He even kissed your injuries to help them heal faster.

He stays by your side as much as possible. You suggest he read you some books, but it seems like he’s too scared to touch any. Something that might need time to recover from.

Xingqiu’s still too busy to join you, but whenever he can, he definitely does. He is a little too protective in the beginning but as time goes on, he finds himself being able to hold back.

You just needed some chaos devices, just a few. YOU DIDN’T EXPECT TO GET YOUR ASS HANDED TO YOU SO BADLY!

He couldn’t believe it. His heart had almost stopped when he saw you walking towards him. You were covered in blood and you weakly reached out before you fell. He dashed forward and caught you before you hit the ground.

He takes you to his place, getting a doctor to immediately patch you up. As they were cleaning your wounds, he tried to stay calm, yet had this overwhelming urge to destroy whatever hurt you into a million pieces.

He stayed with you, nursing you back to health. Of course, constantly forgetting mora was a thing when buying you literally anything. This will never change.

He wasn’t able to understand why he couldn’t physically let you go in the beginning. Slowly, it made sense that he was scared. Scared he might lose you and that you might never come back. Scared you might disappear like you almost did. But you were… well you. So he had to trust you. Come back home to him safely.

You had just finished up your commissions and were head home when you stumbled upon an Oceanid. You needed a cleansing heart… or four. You weren’t prepared and you were a little tired, but you went anyway. You were lucky you came back alive.

Childe had set up a cute little date for you two, but you were running a little bit late. He was starting to get worried and when he asked Katheryne, he was surprised to learn that you hadn’t returned home from your commissions. Then he saw you. Leaving a trail of blood and limping towards him. He felt as if someone had done all that to him instead.

He immediately runs to you, with Katheryne following. The two of them quickly get you some medical attention, but Childe refuses to let go the entire time. No matter what anyone says, they can’t take you away, so he goes with you everywhere.

You explain what had happened afterwards and he was angry that you’d put yourself in danger for a stupid item. But at the same time, he was proud of you for beating the Oceanid and coming back to him, regardless of what shape you were in. You still got an earful though.

He wanted to be around you 24/7, but he’s really busy. He tries to get away from work as much as he can to spend time with you. Throughout your healing process, he does a lot to help. Simple things like making you meals, the ones that melt your heart. 

He was reluctant, constantly checking up on you and even wanting to go on adventures with you. But he couldn’t spend every minute with you, so he needed to learn how to ease his own anxieties. Of course, you would never say no to going on a few adventures with him.

[rendevousz]

sick

avengers x gn!teen!reader

platonic!peter parker x reader

requested by @sunflowerbecca : "hey! a request with the whole teen avengers thing you got gotten on haha, anyways something where the reader gets hurt or faints etc etc and then the rest of the avengers are all worried and frantic as they care for them"

summary: there was a consequence of going on a mission while you were sick

warnings: mentions of throwing up and a tiny fight with bestfriend!peter, avengers babying you as usual

word count: roughly 5k words of utter bullshit me thinks but pls do give this a read LMAO

notes: i'm sorry this took longer to write i was unexpectedly busy on the weekends but here i am i hope you enjoy this <3

"stark, you sure about this?"

"of course i'm sure, capsicle. the kids have been bugging us to let them go on a mission together. i know it's because they just want to mess around without being scolded but this is the easiest mission we've ever gotten since the avengers. besides, they've been pretty good lately so i think they deserve it. don't you guys think so?"

his question was met with approving looks all over the room, except from steve. the whole team except the teens —you and peter— were having a meeting about a simple mission that was supposed to happen that night. you and peter weren't in the meeting because you two were still at school.

it had been months since you and peter started asking the team to let you guys go on missions alone without "adult supervision". it was true that you guys wanted that just so you could do missions without feeling like you were being babysat but it was also because you guys thought that you weren't kids anymore; you could handle simple missions.

"c'mon cap, don't you want to see their face light up when we tell them they can go on this mission together, without us?" clint urged. he knew steve loved the kids, especially you, and he especially loved seeing the way your eyes would light up first before you whole face did.

"okay, fine. but if anything happens to them, you guys are to blame for."

–

school had just finished and you were walking back to the tower with peter. you've been having a killer headache all day and you felt nauseous. you even went to the washroom to throw up twice today. of course you didn't tell peter because he was that type of overprotective best friend who would make you get home if you sneezed more than three times that day. all you wanted to do today was get home quick so you could sleep the sickness away.

yes, you knew you were sick. but you didn't want to tell anyone because like peter, the whole team was overprotective over you and they usually did too much when you were sick. so you avoided that by just acting like you were okay. that was going well so far since all you had to do when you get home was go to your room and tell them you stayed up late last night and needed to catch up on sleep.

of course that didn't go well.

"y/n!" you groaned when peter entered your room uninvited, immediately jumping onto your bed. "yes, pete?" you croaked. his joyful expression turned into a frown when he heard you. "what's wrong? are you okay?"

"yes, pete, i'm okay. just super sleep deprived." you lied, cringing when you felt your head throb once again. "oh.. did you..did you want to sleep? am i interrupting?" he asked, feeling bad. "no, no. it's fine, what did you want?"

"i just came to tell you that mr stark and the team are finally gonna let us go on a mission without them! there's one tonight and they're letting us go alone!" he announced excitedly. you couldn't help the small smile that appeared on your lips when he said that. his happiness was just so contagious.

"but if you wanna sleep then i'll just go with any one of them, i guess," he shrugged his shoulders with a nonchalant face but you knew he was internally begging you to come with. after all, you guys have been asking for this for the longest time.

you look at his hopeful face —one that he thought he was concealing very well— and sighed, flashing him a small smile. "fine, it's friday anyways so there's no school tomorrow. but you're buying me food tomorrow for postponing my catchup on beauty sleep," that is, if you can stomach the food, considering how you've thrown up almost anything you had for the past two days.

the thought of this mission going awry because of you being sick was almost immediately forgotten when you saw the huge smile on peter's face. he pulled you into a tight hug before letting go to jump on your bed. "we're finally gonna go on a mission alone!"

you laugh at his excitement though you wished he could lower down his volume because it was making your head hurt.

later that evening, you were in your room, sitting on the bed after having just finished putting on your suit when a knock was heard. after telling the person to come in, you met eyes with a certain blond haired super-soldier.

"hey, y/n." he greets, sitting down beside you. "hey, steve," you responded with a weak voice. he turned to you with a frown and you knew what was coming. "i'm fine, steve. i already had this conversation with pete. i just need sleep but i can get that after this mission. i'm not gonna be fine though if you wake me up at the crack of dawn to train when you know i just had a late night mission." you sassed, causing him to chuckle.

"okay, fine. i'm just worried about you two. you sure you're gonna be fine? don't need me to come along?" he asked, concern written all over his face.

"yes, steve. pete's been wanting a mission without you old folks for the longest time and i'm not gonna disappoint him by making you come along. we'll be fine, stevie. we're not little kids, we're avengers. we can handle finding a random chip in an abandoned building," you reasoned with him.

"it's not a rando— you know what? just be back home safe, okay kiddo?" he ruffled your hair, earning him a playful glare from you.

-

the swing trip to the mission location had you even more nauseous than you were earlier today and earlier today was worse than yesterday when the symptoms of your fever all started. you almost let go of peter because your body felt weak and now you were getting an earful from the boy.

"y/n, what were you thinking?! you could've gotten hurt!" he scolded you. you only looked down in guilt, biting the inside of your cheeks. "can we not do this now? let's talk about this back at the tower tomorrow," you waved him off, already beginning to feel the pounding headache getting worse. you started to walk ahead but then he gripped your upper arm, effectively halting you in your steps.

"y/n, if i hadn't grabbed onto you tighter the last minute, you could've plummeted 100 feet down to your death! did you know how scared i was?" his voice cracked and you immediately felt bad.

"you know you need to hold on too when i'm swinging us both! why'd you do that?" he yelled at you and you had to press onto your temple because of the headache that was steadily getting worse.

"look, pete, i'm really sorry about that, okay? that was unintentional but if you're gonna berate me over that, can you do that back at the tower?" you sighed, trying to shrug his grip off your arm but he kept it.

"you don't know the true weight of your actions, do you? you could've died, y/n! how do you think i would feel? being the reason my best friend died? having to go on with life without you? i can't lose you, y/n!" at this point, you could tell he was crying under his mask.

you felt bad. you knew you shouldn't have agreed to go on this mission knowing that you had been sick for the past two days. but you couldn't have let the opportunity pass. you couldn't bear to see peter disappointed after waiting for this moment for the longest time ever. but standing here, looking down as peter yelled at you while crying, you were starting to think that it was better to just see his disappointment. anything was better than seeing your best friend cry.

"pete, i truly am sorry. i love you and i would never leave you. but can we please get this mission over and done with so we can get back to the tower as soon as possible? we'll talk about this later," you told him and you immediately felt him let go of your arm.

"okay, fine! since you wanna get the mission done so bad, let's do it! i'll take the east side of the building and you'll take west. we'll split up so can find the goddamn chip quicker. that's what you want right?" and before you could say anything, the boy was already out of your sight.

you tried to keep your tears at bay but when that was the first huge argument you had with your best friend, it was kind of an impossible task.

so with your weak muscles and a breakdown that caused your headache to get even worse, you slowly trudged the west side of the building, looking for that stupid chip that the team wanted you to find.

you were beginning to think that the only reason the team sent you both here was because to find a tiny little chip in a huge abandoned building was like finding a needle in a haystack; definitely not something adults like them could bear to do.

but it obviously wouldn't have mattered to you and peter since you guys could do it peacefully without being pestered every two minutes about your whereabouts during missions. it obviously wouldn't have mattered to you and peter because if that argument hadn't broken out, you two would be enjoying each others company as you looked for the chip together. you could've been singing and joking around like you two wanted to. but of course that couldn't happen because of you.

you stopped in your tracks when a particularly harsh wave of migraine hit you, causing you to lean against the wall. your vision blurred as you tried hard to clear it but it wouldn't. your throat was dry and it made you think; when was the last time you drank water? you barely had energy in you from skipping meals due to your inability to stomach them.

now you were actually regretting coming on this mission. the last thing you saw was the dirty walls decorated with spray painted graffiti.

-

"oh my god, is this it? KAREN, is this it?" peter asked his built in AI. "yes, peter, this chip matches the picture that mr stark sent you."

"yes!" he cheered, grabbing the chip and storing it safely. "this mission probably would've been a lot more fun if y/n and i weren't fighting. we would've had so much fun. these walls had countless of stuff we could've laughed and joked about." the boy sighed before pressing a finger to his comms.

"hey i uh, i found the chip. where are you? we can go now." he said, waiting for you to respond. but you didn't. "c'mon, y/n, it's been two hours. you can't still be giving me the silent treatment, are you?"

silence.

"look, i'm sorry for lashing out on you but like you said, let's settle this at the tower. tell me where you are. i'll come get you and we can swing back as soon as possible."

silence.

"goddamnit, y/n! answer me!" he huffed out in annoyance. and when he was met with silence once again, he decided to have KAREN do a scan.

"y/n is at the exact same spot you landed on two hours ago." KAREN showed him the scan of the building and highlighted where you guys landed on two hours ago. he felt his heart race when you seemed to be lying on the ground, motionless.

"what's wrong with them, KAREN? why is y/n lying on the floor?" he asked in concern as he sped up to where you were. "y/n seems to have lost consciousness. according to FRIDAY, they have been showing symptoms of a high fever since yesterday."

peter cursed as he ran towards you when he saw you from afar. how could he have not noticed that you were sick? and it wasn't a simple cold but a high fever. now he was the one who felt bad. he should've suspected it from how different you had been acting since yesterday. that must've also been the reason you couldn't hold on to him properly.

he immediately crouched down to you when he reached you, examining your body for any external injuries. he cringed when he saw dried blood on the side of your forehead. you must've scraped it upon impact on the rough concrete.

"how long have they been out?" he asked KAREN as he picked you up. he proceeded to web you onto his body as extra precaution in case he accidentally let go while he swung. "approximately 2 hours, peter. right after you stormed away angrily."

"okay, KAREN, there's no need to make me feel bad. can you call mr stark?" peter asks the AI as he frantically swings you both back to the tower.

"kid? what's up? did you find the chip?" peter could hear the background rock music being lowered down and from the metal on metal clanking, he could tell tony was in his lab.

"i did but can you, uh, please get medic ready?" he was breathless as he kept swinging from building to building all while holding onto your unconscious body. immediately the metal tinkering sounds as well as the music completely stopped.

"what happened, kid? are you alright?"

"i'm okay, mr stark. it's y/n. they fainted." he told the man. "fainted?" the man exclaimed. "what happened? how long were they out?" he urged the boy and peter could hear that he was walking quickly and he assumed it was to get the medic team ready and to inform them of the situation.

"2 hours," he admitted quietly as he landed on the tower's hangar. "i'm here. i'm bringing them down now." he ran down towards the hospital wing with you in his arms.

once he reached down, he was met with the team waiting, worry etched onto their faces. wanda was the first to notice him and peter saw that her eyes were teary. before he could say anything though, the medic team appeared and proceeded to cut off his webs wrapping you to him. they immediately put you onto the stretcher and they wheeled you into the room, peter's gaze lingering on your unconscious self once he took off his mask.

"what happened out there, kid?" sam asked softly when peter slid down against the wall, staring expressionlessly at the wall across of him. "peter."

"we had a fight, okay!" he let out, taking the team by surprise because he was always such a calm and patient boy. they had never seen him this angry or upset since they first met him.

"we were swinging and their grip on me loosened so i got mad at them. but they kept pushing the matter aside like it wasn't a big deal, like it wasn't a life or death situation so i lashed out and decided that we should split up to look for the stupid chip since they wanted to get back to the tower so bad." he explained, eyes red as he had been crying a lot that night.

"i tried apologising like ten minutes after but y/n didn't respond so i assumed they were giving me the silent treatment but i found them unconscious two hours later. i'm so sorry," he apologised, breaking down as he put his face in between his knees to avoid looking at the team. they were probably mad at him for letting this happen to you.

"kid, why are you apologising? it's not your fault,"

he slowly lifted his head up, to meet the kind smiles of the team. "because the only reason y/n probably went on this mission was because they knew how much i wanted this. they put their own well-being aside just to make me happy and all i did was lash out at them."

"how were you supposed to know y/n had a high fever? we all didn't know either. it's not like we spend every waking hour with th—" clint was immediately cut off when nat nudged him with her elbow. peter had an unamused expression on his face. everyone knew you and peter were practically attached at the hip, always having training, and not to mention, school together. you two even spent your free time together.

"what clint means," nat glared at the archer. "is that it doesn't matter how much time or how little time we spend with y/n. that kid is stubborn as a bull. they could literally have been shot and we wouldn't know until we actually see the wound. my point is, y/n's the type that doesn't want to worry us. and you're their best friend, they knew how much you wanted this mission so that's probably why they didn't tell you. you can't blame yourself for this, peter."

"i know but they did this for me and i got mad at them. they're a much better friend to me than i am to them." peter dropped his head back down between his knees.

before any of them could respond, doctor cho approached them. "as you all know, they have a high fever. i suggest you all come visit tomorrow because they most probably won't wake until then."

"okay, will do. thank you, doc." the doctor smiled before excusing herself. peter then got up to go back to his room to wash up after handing tony the chip.

tony could only sigh when he looked at the boy's back that was growing smaller as he walked farther away.

-

the next day, you woke up with a terrible headache but you had gotten used to it from the past two mornings.

"good, you're awake. how do you feel?"

you squinted to get used to the bright lighting and your gaze settled on the female doctor by your bed with a clipboard. "like shit." you croaked out. she chuckled. "that's expected. your fever has calmed down now, do you feel anything else?"

"this headache makes me want to rip my head out and i feel weak." she nodded, jotting down on her clipboard. "okay. that's all i needed to know. you should come to us if you're ever unwell, y/n." you gave her a guilty smile before nodding.

"there's a glass of water on the table if you want. the team wants to see you so i'll send them in?" you nodded and she left to bring them in. you looked at the bedside table, seeing the glass of water she mentioned and only now you realised how dry your throat had been. how you managed to verbally respond to doctor cho, you didn't know.

you slowly reached out for it, struggling because your whole body felt weak. "y/n! stay in bed, i'll get it for you." you heard a stern voice scold and you immediately fell limp on the bed.

before you knew it, steve was already by your side with the glass of water. he held your face in one hand while the other held the glass near your mouth. you smiled gratefully and took your time drinking the water, having been dehydrated before you passed out.

"you're still burning up," he noted, settling down on the chair beside you. the rest sat down too and you couldn't be bothered to ask how the heck were there so many chairs in the room. "how are you feeling, y/n/n?" bruce asked, sitting down across steve.

"like shit." you repeated your answer to doctor cho. before steve could open his mouth to tell you to watch your language, you turned to him with a bored look and a raised eyebrow, causing him to close his mouth immediately. boy, were you scary when you weren't about to take anyone's shit.

"why didn't you tell us you were sick, bubs?" wanda pouted, fixing your hair that you were sure looked like a bird's nest at the moment.

"i didn't want to worry you guys. you're adults who have much more important things to worry about. a kid throwing up and experiencing headaches shouldn't be your priority." you admitted, subconsciously playing with nat's fingers. she had gotten used to you doing that when you were nervous or overwhelmed so she let you.

"what are you talking about, y/n?" she held onto your hand, stoping your movements. "anything related to your safety and well-being is a priority to us. you had us worried sick last night, bub." she looked down at you with soft eyes, releasing her grip on your hands so you could continue playing with her fingers.

"yes, you worried us lots, y/n. wanda would not stop crying last night when she heard what happened." vision said, prompting a smack from said woman and a hushed 'vis!'.

"i'm sorry, guys. i initially was just going to stay in my room until i got better but when peter told me about the mission, i couldn't bear to say no to him. he was so happy about it and i didn't want to disappoint him. and i thought i could take it because it literally was the simplest mission ever. but the breakdown i had after our argument was physically draining and i guess i couldn't take it. i'm sorry. god, i only didn't want to disappoint peter but now i've disappointed you guys too." you bit the inside of your cheek to control your emotions, not wanting to seem even weaker in front of these adult superheroes.

"you didn't disappoint us, y/n/n," bucky started. "you've done so well, you've made us proud and you keep making us proud. we just wish you would tell us when you're sick or you just need someone. you don't have to keep everything to yourself. what are we here for? we love you and we're willing to do anything for you. you're our baby." he ruffled your hair and you give him a tired smile. "i'll keep that in mind."

"do you want anything to eat?" sam asked and you paused, trying to figure out whether you would be able to stomach some food or not. "you know what? i'm gonna go and make you some porridge right now. don't move." he told you, as if you could move with these overprotective heroes surrounding your bed.

almost immediately after, wanda got up too. "i'm going to make sure he doesn't burn the kitchen down." she said, leaving the room after a small peck to the side of your head. vision then left too after wishing you a speedy recovery. only bucky, steve, natasha and bruce were left.

"y/n, you know you can come to us if you're sick, right? i know you and you probably think you're troubling doctor cho if you go to her despite it being her job. but we're family, you can come to us anytime. you always help me when with 'the other guy' and you help everyone with basically anything they could possibly need so why wouldn't we do the same for you? you out of everyone in this tower deserves the most." your eyes watered at his speech. you pouted and looked at him with your doe eyes, making the rest of the team internally coo at how adorable you looked.

"bruce," you lower lip jutted out even more as you opened your arms for a hug which he happily accepted. "hey where's clint, tony and pete?" you asked them once you let go of bruce.

"clint went out to get your favourite smoothie from that place you always talk about even though i told him already that you probably don't want it since you're sick." natasha explained. "aw, i think i'm gonna drink it solely because clint made an effort to get it for me."

"you're too nice, bub. but expect it in an hour or so because i know for sure that idiot somehow got himself lost trying to find that shop." you chuckled at this, leaning back against your propped up pillow. "what about tony and pete?"

"peter feels really bad about this whole situation so tony is trying to cheer him up. wait," steve stopped mid-explanation, turning to the rest. "stark told us to get him when y/n's up..." he trailed off and bucky's eyes widened. "he's gonna kill us for him not being the first person y/n sees when they wake up."

"FRIDAY, inform stark that y/n is awake."

"oh yeah he has an AI why couldn't he just tell the AI to inform him instead of us forgetful humans?" bucky questioned rhetorically and before they knew it, they heard frantic screaming and thudding of footsteps before the door was open.

"my baby! you're awake!" was the first thing you heard when the door slammed open. tony rushed in, pushing bruce away as he immediately pulled you into a hug. "you're still burning up, cupcake. have you had anything to eat yet? drank any water yet? here have some water," he grabbed the glass of water steve helped you drink earlier and did exactly what steve did. you had no choice but to drink.

"sam's making them porridge," nat told tony and he turned to her with an incredulous look. "wanda's helping." she added and he sighed out in relief before turning back to you.

"cupcake, you had us all worried last night. please don't ever do that again, okay?" he said, gently caressing your cheek. you gave him an awkward smile. "where's peter?"

"he's taking a swing. he says it helps clear his mind," tony said. "how are you doing here? nice room? comfy bed?" he pointed to the bed you were on.

"i'd much rather be in my own room, on my own bed." and without a warning, steve already had you in his arms while tony went to go tell doctor cho that you were being moved. the blond super-soldier started walking while natasha walked closely behind, dragging your IV drip along so it doesn't get ripped out of your arm.

when you reached your room, you were gently put down on your bed and steve fixed your blanket so it was covering you. "comfy?" he asked and you nodded with a big smile.

"i have to finish some stuff up down the lab," bruce said and you nodded at him with a pout. "i'll come back sometime later, though. you better be resting up all day." he warned jokingly. he ruffled your hair, planting a kiss on your forehead before leaving your room.

"can you tell pete that i want to see him when he comes back?" you told tony and he immediately sent out a text to your best friend.

after about an hour of just steve, nat and tony entertaining you, sam came back with wanda with the porridge and tony insisted that he feed you or you he wasn't going to let you see peter.

"alright, bub, i think you should really get some rest now. you can barely keep your eyes open," nat says, already getting up with your empty bowl of porridge. "we'll tell spiderboy you're asleep."

"okay," you mumbled, eyes already fluttering shut. you felt every single one of them give you a forehead kiss and then you were out like light.

when you woke up later that day, you felt much better than you did the last time you woke up. you decided that you now had enough energy to take a quick shower so you did. once you were done, you dried your hair while humming to a random song before the door opening interrupted you.

your eyes met with peter's guilty ones. "h–hey, you're awake," he stated and you nodded with a small smile, sitting on your bed and peter doing the same.

"look, y/n/n, i'm really sorry about what happened. i shouldn't have lashed out on you witho—"

"pete," you cut him off. "don't apologise. i'd be mad too if you did something as stupid as that." you reasoned. "yeah but it's not like you did it on purpose! you had a valid reason and i got mad at you for it." he spoke in frustration.

"dude, stop. i'm the one who's supposed to be sorry. i should've just told you i was sick. but i didn't want to upset you because you've been waiting for this for the longest time. but i ruined it for you. i'm sorry, pete." you rested your head on his shoulder and he rested his on top of yours.

"i wanna say that i'm the one at fault but then this conversation won't end until like next week so let's just say we're both at fault, yeah? you need to start telling people what's happening with you and i need to be better at reading you." he said, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you into a hug. you hugged him back. "okay."

the door then opened, revealing bucky with his stupid shit-eating grin and you knew what was coming. you let go of peter and immediately you were lifted off the bed and over bucky's shoulders as he excitedly chanted about team movie night.

the night was spent watching a movie with the team you considered your family and them pampering you even more than they usually did (which, frankly, was still too much) since you were sick.

and right when the movie ended and everyone was preparing to head in, the door to the common room slammed open and a disheveled clint entered, holding a single cup of smoothie.

"got your smoothie, y/n/n!"

[ein-liebloser-wanderer]

Yandere Abnormalities — Punishing Bird Snippet

(A Yandere AU of Lobotomy Corporation. If you don't like OOCs and fanon, discretion is advised.)

I decided to write this down since it has been nagging me for the past few days and college is a bitch that won't let me write anything else.

This bird could kill all my agents in the game, and I will never stop loving it.

Warnings: Slight gore and blood

Word Count: 1 100+

Adorable. Just absolutely adorable.

When you first saw him, you just had this irresistible urge to pinch him, hug him, pet his head, and run your fingers through his baby blue hair. But of course, you didn't since that was a sure way to get killed by any Abnormality.

The first time you were ordered to work on him, it was for Attachment. You didn't mind since who could deny such an adorable little guy? From what you could tell, he was barely taller than your chin! If it wasn't obvious, you were more than happy to be with him!

Sure, he mostly just glared at you (if he wasn't outright ignoring you). But how could you hate him for that when his own sulking looked cute?

Without a single bit of shame, you said that to his face, and much to your amusement, his cheeks only puffed up even more, growing pinker by the second!

Was this Abnormality even capable of looking intimidating?

After that, you haven't been called to work on Small Bird, but it's not like you had to. He often breached his containment unit, and by now, hardly anyone batted an eye when warnings set off because of him.

But unfortunately for you, that meant he was bothering you more often. Initially, it was thought that he breached only whenever an agent panicked, so when others saw the tiny bird pecking away at your forehead, everyone immediately ran to suppress you.

As much of a pain in the ass as it was to deal with the countless bruises you received, it wasn't entirely bad since you finally saw him in his avian form So, that's why you're called Small Bird, you mused.

You had always known that the boy wasn't sweet. Far from it, really. But you didn't expect him to be mischievous. Like a corvid, he would steal your food, sometimes even your personal belongings, just so he could hoard all of them in his little perch.

When he told you that you would have to climb up to get your things back, he just smirked at your irritation.

He knew that there was no way that perch would be able to hold your weight. And if you were to break it? Well, would you really risk angering him? You may find him irresistible to hug, but that will never make you forget that he's a TETH class Abnormality.

And much to your detriment, your fear of him only ensured that he would keep causing mischief around you since there would be no consequence. It was made even worse by the fact that his amusement at your suffering produced more PE boxes than usual, so there was no way the facility would help you with this one.

When you both walked across one another, the look of exasperation was instinctual. Before you even realized it, you were groaning at the sight of him. Naturally, that only delighted the avian even more.

"Sucks when I'm the one annoying you, isn't it?"

Your eyes widened. Was that really the reason why he kept breaching his containment unit? You ruined his day, so now, he is hellbent on ruining every single day for you?

But then, the time came that Small Bird breached for a good reason. It was one of the agents. They had gone on a murderous rampage after a particularly bad work with one of the Abnormalities.

You were one of the agents sent to suppress them, and unsurprisingly, Small Bird had come along to help. But then, things got out of hand, and you wound up being thrown to the floor so hard, you had whiplash.

That was when Small Bird's eyes began to turn red.

You were equipped with the right weapon for this, but why couldn't you bring the agent back to sanity? It was as if every hit you made only hurt them rather than help. But you weren't going to give up. Enough people die everyday as it is, and you weren't going to let this one go.

Then, you saw their eyes light up again, the fog vanishing as they began to regain consciousness. "Wh-what? I..."

They looked as though they were on the verge of tears. Remorse and self-hatred, two emotions that had overwhelmed them to the point of breaking down.

"I'm sorry!"

You kneeled down on the floor beside them, crying as well. "It's okay. It's going to be okay." Was it, really?

You two stayed like that for a while, with the other agents joining in to form a sort of support group. Together, you all huddled together, hugging and sharing comforting words. Someone was even clever enough to be humorous about the situation.

But the heartfelt moment had to end.

One of the agents was flung to the wall, away from the agent you had just saved. Your entire body went into overdrive, and before you could even understand what was fully happening, you were hurrying to pull the agent away from danger. Away from anything that could hurt them again.

Too late.

One moment, the agent was just standing there, eyes still wide from shock as she looked at the man who had been flung to the wall. Next, they were gone.

You could only stare, shell-shocked, as her body was torn to shreds. His mandibles and neck had split open to accommodate such a large bite, revealing the several jagged teeth that lined his throat, his mouth, and even his tongue.

The other agents could only watch in terror as they watched the boy, the one they had all considered too cute, too soft to be any real threat, tear their friend apart, eat them from limb to limb until nothing was left.

When he finished, he began to walk towards—

You crawled back, trying to get as much distance between you and him. But your legs were too shaky to stand on. You could only cry as you watched him tower over you.

His mouth—if that could even be called a mouth—was now closed. Now, he looked just like he did before. Adorable, harmless, with pink lips that couldn't hurt anyone.

He crouched down before you. Like this, you could see it clearer. The little bits of flesh and sinew that had fallen from his mouth onto his blue-feathered sweater when he was eating.

"Aren't you being too lenient, [Name]?" He tilted his head slightly to the right, the way he often did as a little bird whenever he watched you do something. "They didn't deserve your mercy."

"You...you killed them," you said, too mortified to say anything else.

"I did."

A wide smile contorted his face. For a moment, you thought that thing was going to open again, but no. All it revealed were sharp red teeth, your deceased colleague's flesh stuck between them.

"Now that they are punished, they could never hurt you ever again."

'Blood Feather' by Jeremiah McAdams

'Strands of a Feather' by Artem Podrez

[sukunasweetheart]

Hey bestieeee,

First of all CONGRATULATIONS ON 100 FOLLOWERS 🎉🎉🎉🎉🥳🥳🥳🥳💕💕

Can I pretty please ask for a Sukuna scenario where his s/o has been called crazy or like weird in the past by exs and she does something crazy and gets nervous about how Sukuna would react but he ends up laughing and loving it and sort of comforts her about the things her exs have said🥺🥺🥺🥺. Like if this is too specific you can change it up, whatever's easier for you to write tbh 😁😁😁 and like it doesn't have to be fluff, I mean it's Sukuna so even him being mean is like 🥰🥵

hello bestie ^-^ aaaa thank u!! i had no clue what kind of crazy or weird you were having in mind so i just went for something like a weird habit, i guess?? hope u like it ;) Word count: 764 When you were young, you had an odd habit of putting things close to your nose, in order to take a whiff of whatever object you held in your hand. Very often, your mother would lightly slap your hand away, scolding you for the strange deed. You yourself couldn't understand the reason - it was merely just an itching curiosity you held, and sometimes, struggled to hold yourself back on.

"Hey. Come in." Sukuna closed the door behind him before taking his shoes off, stepping inside of her home.

It'd been a while since the two of you had begun dating, and it was nothing new that he'd visit your place after a long day for a shower and a sleepover. You pressed a kiss onto his jawline with a small smile. The closest spot to his neck, where you could take in a bit of his scent without raising suspicion.

"You're gonna head straight to the bathroom, right?" you asked him as he put his belongings down onto your kitchen counter. "Yeah. Have you eaten yet?" "No, I haven't. Does pizza sound good to you?" He nodded in response and you went ahead to get some delivered to your place.

Once the sound of the water hitting the tile floor could be heard as he had started his shower, your eyes glinted with exhilaration, and you tiptoed down the hall in search of your laundry basket.

It's here.

Though it never really was a habit that you were proud of, sometimes you just couldn't help it. Your previous partners hadn't appreciated it much either, calling it either creepy or weird, and at times, even crazy. Which was why somewhere along the way, you decided it was something to be kept hidden. Especially from Sukuna.

You picked his shirt up with your hands, brought it up close to your nose, breathing in.

There was something different about his smell, something that felt more provoking, than anything else. It produced an almost dizzying effect, stirring up a familiar kind of excitement within you.

Almost like...

"Oi, Y/N. You're out of shampoo-" Stepping outside of the bathroom, he caught a direct view of you, wide-eyed, with his shirt held close to your face. He was slightly wet, and had a towel wrapped around to cover up his lower region. There's only silence between the two of you, as you drop it back into the laundry basket out of shock.

You expect furrowed eyebrows, a face of disgust, a snarky comment. But instead, what you got was howling laughter.

So much so that when he continued in this manner even after a few seconds had passed, you began to wonder what exactly it was that he found so funny about the situation.

"Ahh, I knew it. You do have a thing for my smell, after all," he said, wiping a tear away. "Y-you knew about it?" you questioned him, your heart thumping and cheeks burning. "How could I not? You were so terrible at being discreet about it," he spoke with a smirk. "Always urging me to shower at your place. The kisses on my jaw or neck. You know that I can feel it when you inhale against my skin, right?"

You stared at him, open mouthed, unable to say anything in response to him.

"You don't find it off putting? Not disgusted?" "It's a little unusual, but it doesn't feel so bad. I always wondered why you were being so secretive about it." In truth, it might've even turned him on, knowing that you liked his scent. "Well, my exes didn't seem to like it very much, so..." you nervously looked down at your feet.

Sukuna wiped down some of the leftover droplets of water off of himself with a second towel and then tossed it into the basket as he approached you. Grabbing you by the chin, he lifted your face so that you were looking at him.

"And what if I said that I liked it?" he said with a low voice, leaning in closer. "Well, um..." you started nervously, racking your brain for something to say. He chuckled endearingly at you, smirking. "Instead of my shirt, you can do it to me."

"Huh?" It hit you a couple of seconds late, what he meant with that sentence. You hitched in a breath.

"Aren't you lucky that I caught you before finishing my shower." You yelped as he abruptly lifted you up onto his shoulder, heading into your bedroom.

"I think I should make you tell me more about that little fixation of yours."

[nemeseos-noctua]

unlikely ; xiao x gn!reader

𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: xiao x gn!reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: probs a lil rushed im sorry!!, modern college au

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: oneshot for @dourpeep !! congrats! i havent been feeling the best lately so if u want me to rewrite this i 100% can!

They say slow and steady wins the race.

Actually, no. Xiao was not a literature major, in fact, he had no major. With those beautiful letters that spelled out ‘Undecided’, it was safe to say that the male was not adverse in the art of writing.

In fact, it was quite amazing how he even got into a college without a major. Xiao had to partially thank Mr. Zhongli for that, for the counselor’s recommendation was what catapulted him here.

Here, to be standing in front of you— [Surname] [Name].

He didn’t know you that well, only just meeting you once the professor had assigned for the two of you to work together. Apparently, you were a STEM major, something that Xiao actually had interest in even before meeting you.

Of course, he was not expecting you to like working with him. In fact, most people that knew the golden-eyed male were scared of him— which was partly thanks to his intimidating aura that he unconsciously spewed.

Yet that all went out the window once you said hi to him with the biggest smile ever, unfazed by the cold gaze from his eyes and the way he dismissed your presence.

‘Weird’, was all Xiao could think, oblivious to how that’d change in the near future.

—

The majorless-student never expected to grow fond of you.

No— he never expected to grow fond of anyone. Too used to people coming and leaving like a tsunami’s last breath, Xiao had gotten used to losing far more than loving.

Love. It was such a broad term for the most detailed thing. Love was a force that’d bring the strongest to their knees all because of the way their heart would beat irregularly.

In conclusion: love was someone’s downfall. Xiao could never wrap his head around the urge of dedicating your entire life to a single person all because you loved them.

What happens if you fall out of love? What if your partner is unfaithful? There were so many ways things could go absolutely wrong, and only one way for things to go right.

Maybe it was because of this hesitation that prompted him to contradict his opinions, falling headfirst into this sea of new emotions all because of you— his groupmate.

In this case, Xiao was the hurricane. The barrage of opinions and scarred hearts all because of who he was in the past; finding paradise in you, the eye of the storm. The calm before the wreckage he knew by the name ‘heartbreak’.

Love is a mistake, loving you is a mistake.

Yet he found peace in the eye, ready to take on whatever debris would dare to hit him.

—

It started with subtle glances and late night talks.

That was how Xiao would describe these moments with you. Suddenly, he found himself ruining his sleep schedule just because you were pulling an all-nighter. Even long after your assigned project was due and turned in, he still had your number at the top of his contact list.

‘A curse,’ The male would think, eating his cereal angrily. His eye circles had darkened tremendously ever since you began to stay up late. Damn you for ruining his sleep schedu—

He buried his head in his hands, bits of cereal still in his mouth.

“I didn’t even have to stay awake with them.”

—

Xiao was not in love.

No, he would never be.

“Oh, Xiao! You came early!” Settling down beside him, the male spared a side-eye to the person who decided sitting in the very corner of the lecture room was a good idea.

It was you.

“Yeah,” He responded. Suddenly, he did not know what to do. Where does he place his hands? How do you sit, again? Why is this seat so uncomfortable? It was fine just moments ago!

Xiao was not in love, absolutely not.

He gazed at you with his peripherals, and abruptly, his heart pierced his ribs.

Weird.

—

When did these feelings arise?

These feelings of wanting to wait for you outside your classes even though he knew he had no time. These feelings of cramming studies with you about subjects he didn’t even take…

Strange. Everything was strange. The world was more vibrant, tinted pink even though he knew the sky was supposed to be an azure blue.

Maybe it was because of the way you tapped his shoulder when passing an exam down the lecture hall, or the way you trusted him enough to watch over your belongings while you went to the bathroom.

Weird. This feeling was weird, it was like his stomach bubbled and exploded yet it didn’t hurt a single bit.

Xiao couldn’t tell if he liked this feeling or not.

Maybe he should apply to that same club that you go to—… wait, that’s weird.

—

“Xiao?” Venti popped out of the doorway, glancing at the male who was already eating and getting dressed at six o’clock in the morning.

“What?”

“Doesn’t your first class start at eleven?”

“Yeah.”

“Why are you going out now?” The music major rubbed his eyes, still in a half-awake half-sleep state.

“I’m going to go pick someone up.”

Venti grinned, yawning dramatically as he swooned for Xiao’s nonexistent love life.

“And who may this person be?” Now fully awake, Venti seemed to already know the answer based on the look he had.

“. . .” Xiao walked out the doorway, shutting the door with a click!

“Ah, youth,” Venti closed his eyes in deep thought, contemplating over whether to tell Zhongli about Xiao’s character growth.

—

His heart hurts.

No— was hurt the right word? It tensed, that’s for sure. It went quicker and slower, louder and quieter.

Strange, you were strange. The way you made him feel was strange. What was this? Maybe you truly had cursed him after all.

“Oh, Xiao! You came!” Flinching, the male glanced at you. The only thing separating your faces was the window of his car and the ricochet of his heart. ‘Of course— of course I came,'' he thought.

Letting you into the passenger seat, Xiao immediately turned up the heater, ignoring the fact that he already had a jacket on.

His heart hurt.

Glancing over at you briefly, his piercing gaze softened for the briefest of moments, the smallest of seconds.

Slow and steady wins the race.

Xiao was not a literature major, but he could agree that that saying was right.

[giuliamarcovaldo]

You’re Okay, Luca

i wanted to read autistic!luca fics but i couldn’t find any. so what did i do? i wrote my own. this is my first time posting fanfic here! so enjoy this little autistic!luca story (with some luberto fluff and angst)

TW: mentions of violent stimming + meltdown

“I was about to have a meltdown and there was nothing I could do to stop it.”

Summary: Luca gets over stimulated at a fancy dinner party, and Alberto witnesses Luca having a meltdown for the first time.

I want to say they’re 16-17 in this??

100% sfw because they are children

word count: 1580

also please don’t kill me if the Italian words are wrong i used google translate sksjsjaksk

(also note: i am autistic)

——————

Alberto knew I was autistic. I told him about a year ago, when we first became a thing.

“This doesn’t change anything, Luca. There’s nothing in this world that could make me stop loving you.” His words rang through my head as I felt the onset of a meltdown.

Giulia had invited Alberto and me to a gathering with some of her extended family in Genoa. They were all very nice, and Alberto even made friends with some of them (which was no surprise). That wasn’t the cause of my meltdown. It was the atmosphere. It was a bright, loud fancy dining hall, nearly at full capacity. I was wearing a suit and tie that Giulia’s cousin had let me borrow. The collar was scratching my skin in the worst possible way but I didn’t want to be rude so I sucked it up. That was my first mistake. Between the bright lights, loud conversations and music, jam-packed room, a plethora of smells from foods that I had never heard of, and the suit collar, I could feel it coming.

It was sensory overload at first. I tried stimming subtly. I wasn’t out as autistic to everyone yet and the thought of them judging me for stimming made my anxiety worse. But I had to do something. Squeezing my hands into fists under the table. Chewing the inside of my cheek. Running my fingers through my hair repeatedly. It wasn’t enough, but somehow too much at the same time.

I was getting more and more fidgety. It was becoming harder to mask. Would it be rude to just get up and leave without saying anything? Probably. I couldn’t move anyway. I was frozen in my seat. My facial expressions were almost completely gone at this point, along with my ability to speak. Alberto noticed that something was wrong.

“Luca, hey, are you alright?” I couldn’t get the words “no, I feel like I’m about to explode into a violently stimming disaster if I don’t get out of here right now but I can’t move and I feel helpless” out of my mouth so I just nodded and gave him a small, unconvincing smile. I didn’t want to burden Alberto while he was having such a good time. I knew it was ridiculous to think that Alberto would mind helping me calm down, but my brain wouldn’t quit telling me otherwise.

Silenzio, Bruno. Silenzio, Bruno. Silenzio, Bruno. It wasn’t working.

Alberto didn’t look convinced. He knew me too well. Ever since I told him I was autistic he tried his best to make sure I was as comfortable as possible in every situation. I loved him for that but I hated myself for it. It’s like I always need to be babysat and I hate it. I know that he loves me so why do I feel so guilty?

My intrusive thoughts running through my mind was the final straw. It was all too much. Alberto’s face looked more concerned as each moment passed. He was about to witness me having a meltdown for the first time since we met. I didn’t know if I was ready for that type of vulnerability but I didn’t really have a choice. I was about to have a meltdown and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

“Luca, we’re going to go some place quiet, okay?”

I shook my head no. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t speak. It had gone from sensory overload, to shutdown, to a full-blown meltdown. I couldn’t hold back my stims anymore. I started hitting my head with my fists and pulling at my hair. Tears rolled down my face uncontrollably, exposing my green-blue scales.

Perfecto.

I didn’t know which was worse: violently and uncontrollably stimming in front of everyone, or unintentionally outing myself as a sea monster. They might have been tied. Most of the guests were too into their conversations to notice the autistic sea monster having a meltdown next to them but the few who did notice started to pass glances and whisper amongst themselves.

“Luca, Luca, you’re okay. I know you don’t like anyone touching you when you’re in sensory overload but I’m going to help you get out of here, okay?”

Alberto helped me get up from the table and escorted me out of the dining room, using his suit jacket to cover my face so no one would see my scales, but being careful to not let it touch my face. We made our way to a long hallway off of the lobby. Alberto sat me down on the ground and flipped the hallway light switch off. Light from the lobby trailed into the hallway but didn’t reach us at the end.

I was out of the environment but still at the height of my meltdown. Tears were still coming from my eyes. I continued to tug at my hair while I rocked back and forth. I couldn’t vocalize anything except for non verbal sounds. I felt so helpless, so defeated, so ashamed.

Alberto tried to redirect my violent stims, to no avail. I’m sure he felt helpless too. I wanted to stop but I couldn’t. And I felt bad that Alberto couldn’t help that.

Alberto sat a few feet away from me, probably resisting the urge to pull me into a hug.

“I’ll just sit with you, okay? You’re okay. You’re okay. You’re okay.” Alberto reassured me that he wasn’t leaving. My perception of time isn’t that great but it felt like at least 45 minutes before I started to come down. Still there, like he said he would be, Alberto let out a deep shaky breath. I hadn’t looked at him the entire time because I was too embarrassed that he had to see all of that. When I finally did glance up at him, I notice two trails of purple scales down his cheeks. Knowing he had cried hurt me even more.

“Are you feeling better?” I was still nonverbal and rocking back and forth but my violent stims had passed. I opened my left hand flat and tapped it with my right index finger.

“Oh! Right,” Alberto pulled a pen and pad from my jacket, which he had helped me remove from my body earlier in my meltdown. He slid them across the floor and anxiously waited for me to write my response.

“I’m sorry you had to see me like that.”

Alberto’s face changed as he read what I had written. His green eyes looked sadder when they met my gaze. I could feel my tears starting to well up again.

“No, no, Luca, mio amore, please don’t feel bad. I should have checked on you earlier than I did. I got a little lost with everything going on in there. I’m sorry that I didn’t check up on you sooner...” Alberto was very protective of me. I know that the thought of me suffering while he didn’t know was absolutely crushing him. But it wasn’t his fault. It wasn’t mine. It wasn’t anybody’s. I was starting to think rationally again. I shouldn’t feel sorry for having meltdowns, for being autistic, for being myself. But I should have spoken up when I started to feel uncomfortable. That’s something I need to work on, and I know I can do it as long as Alberto is with me. And he always will be.

“Is it alright if I touch you?” I know Alberto was dying to physically comfort me. It was his love language. I nodded my head yes and gave him a warm smile. He crawled over to me and I opened my arms to embrace him. I listened to his steadying heartbeat while he whispered affirmations to me and gently rubbed my back. Warm tears started to fall down my face.

God, I love this boy so much.

“Bontà, there you two are! I’ve been looking everywhere! What happ-“ Giulia’s voice got closer as she made her way down the hallway.

“Oh no, Luca... mi dispiace... I didn’t know you were- when did- where-“ She crouches down next to the two of us. Giulia, also being autistic, could tell I was in post-meltdown. She slaps her palm to her forehead and curses herself.

“Of course! I should have been more aware about- why didn’t I- are you okay?”

“Giulia,” Alberto places his hand on her shoulder. “he’s alright. Nothing that happened is your fault. Or... mine for that matter. We’re alright.”

“Can I get you guys something? A glass of water?”

I nod my head yes.

“Water sounds good, grazie, little sis.” Alberto and Giulia exchange smiles, then she leaves down the hallway, her red curls bouncing behind her.

“Luca,” Alberto cups my cheek in his hand, wiping away my tears with his thumb.

“I love you, okay? I love you so, so much. Nothing is going to change that. Please, don’t ever feel like an inconvenience. It hurts to see you like that, and I know it hurts to experience it. Please, tell me next time, Okay?”

I didn’t even need to tell him that I felt like an inconvenience. He just knew. Like I said, he knows me too well. I nod my head, and pull him back into an embrace. Alberto combs his fingers through my hair, getting rid of the tangles that I made in it earlier.

I feel lighter. I feel safe to be myself. I feel more loved than ever.

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that’s it! my first fic! a lot of this is me projecting onto luca (sksakdjsjjsk) but i had a lot of fun writing it! feel free to leave comments and/or constructive criticism. likes and reblogs appreciated!! :)

[xsugarysweetsx]

Request; from @tsundere-cherry-girl

Hello there! I love your writings btw, especially the Levi ones. I’ve seen you write scenarios like this before so I was gonna ask if you could do Zuko x pregnant reader. If you’ve read the comics, she becomes pregnant around the time of the Promise and goes into labor after the final battle in Smoke and Shadow. The child being Izumi. If you haven’t read the comics you don’t need to do that. I just want to see some Zuko and reader with baby Izumi fluff UwU

A/N: I changed it up just a tiny bit to fit the comic but also be it’s own story as well, ALSO! I’m sorry this took so long! 

Warning; Long, had to be cut for length

Please enjoy~🍰

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The night was calm, quiet, and warm. You laid in your husbands arms as you both slept. After so much chaos, hatred and war you were finally able to rest. Well, almost, Zuko has been very jumpy since being crowned fire lord. Although some of his hunches did turn out to be true, he was very set on someone trying to kill him 

“Guards!“ he had woken you from your sleep calling for the guards again, “Someone is here, secure Y/N and search the area!“ he ordered them as he jumped from bed. You following him to bring him back to bed

“Fire Lord Zuko, there is no one here, you’re safe“ one explained rushing to the door where he was ready to fight. Sometimes you thought he had too much trauma as a child that it will forever effect him

“Zuko sweet, please come back to bed. The guards have been here the whole night“ you said laying a hand on his chest attempting to keep him in a calmer state 

“You highness I can assure you no one is here-“

“There have been 5 attempts already on my life! Next thing you know they’ll come for my wife“ he grabbed the guard by the front of his uniform to make the message clear as to how serious he was 

“Sir we’ve-“ just as the guard spoke his head had been hit by an object knocking him out to the floor. Zuko pushes you behind him and gets into his fighting stance ready to defend you 

“Who’s there?! Show yourself“ just as commanded the intruder shows themselves whirling around what seemed to be a metal ball with spikes. Right before your eyes they go at it. Taking swings at each other, sooner than expected Zuko has his opponent at his mercy being taken away by his guards. He comes back to check on you

“Hey are you alright? Are you hurt?” he checks your face, you hands anything that could have gotten a scratch. You were physically okay but mentally you didn’t feel so well. You haven’t been feeling 100% for some time now and you were getting suspicious 

“I’m not hurt but, I don’t feel well Zuko“ you said leaning your head on his shoulder “Can you help me to bed please?“ You ask him, he wraps an arm around you and helps you walk to the bed and lay down. Walking back to the door his guards wait for his order

“I want double the guards here tonight and tomorrow I need the royal healer here for Y/N“

“Yes Sir!“ he closes the door and walks back to your side of the bed. Kissing your head he watches over you through the night. For one, you might not feel well, and the other being of what just happened. It was going to be a very long night....

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The next morning the healer came as asked and took some time to check up on you while Zuko got ready for the day. He had given you some medical tea blends and told you to get rest. Turns out you were pregnant. Now you needed a way to tell Zuko, and with all the stress he’s under you wouldn’t know how to react. You had just finished getting dressed when he had walked in 

“Y/N, I’m heading out into town to settle last nights incident. What did the healer say?“ he asked coming over to where you sat

“Well, it’s nothing to be worried about but, something that will change everything“ you said fiddling with the tips of your hair 

“Well?“ he urges you “Come on Y/N, if I hear you’re okay it’ll make my day better“ he offered a soft smile which he knew, you melted for. You said and take his hands into yours and look into his eyes

“I’m pregnant...“ his jaw went slack almost as if he were frozen in time. It scared you “Zuko...?“ anything, he could just make a sound but you needed to hear him say something. 

“I....I have to go. I’ll see you later.“ he said kissing your forehead and leaving without saying another word. You were, hurt. You didn’t blame him completely because expressing his emotions wasn’t exactly his forte. Instead while he was out you went to the other person you trusted the most.

Knocking softly on the entrance to the garden Iroh was sat drinking some tea. 

“Ah Y/N, good morning come have some tea. I heard Zuko went to town to settle some things“ he said as he poured you a cup “I’ve also heard you’ve got something on your hands“

You simply nod and take the tea he held out to you

“So, why don’t you tell me about it“ he said with a kind smile. Iroh was probably the wisest, kindest soul you knew.

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Later that afternoon Zuko came back and if anything looked more tired than before. You had a hunch as to where he was but you were hoping it wasn't true. Walking to him you cup his chin with both your hands and make him look at you in the eye

“You need to relax more...“ you said running your thumb over the bags under his eyes “You’re going to be tired before the baby gets here..and stop visiting your father, it’s not good for you“

His larger hands come up to hold yours “I’ll try, and I’m sorry about before...I’m happy” he offered a soft smile 

“Are you really?“ you pout slightly making him peck your lips 

“Yes I am, I know I’m not the best person for a father or husband..”

“Zuko“ you bring his forehead to rest on yours “You are the best person to be my husband and the father of my children. I couldn’t want anyone else“

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As time went on things only weighed in his shoulders more. You were probably the only thing that kept him sane. You were also starting to show, your baby was growing nicely and very restless as well. On days when Zuko would have trouble sleeping the baby would get restless leaving both of you tired. But he had figured it out, if he lays in bed with you and talks to your bump, the baby calms down.

“What do you think it’ll be Zuko?“ you asked 

“Hmm, I think it’s a girl. They refuse to listen, and gets upset when I don’t talk to it, I’d say it’s you any day“ you gently wack his shoulder causing you both to laugh “I don’t mind what they are, if they’re healthy and we can make them happy is all I care about“

“You’re going to be a great father Zuko“ you said kissing his forehead 

“But...what if-“

“I’m going to stop you ahead of time. You are NOTHING like that man and you will never be. You are the kindest, strongest, best man I have ever met and our baby is lucky enough to have you as a father” 

Yes, he was terrified to make the same mistake this father make the same mistake his father made. You knew him better than anyone and if he were half as back as his father, you wouldn’t be there at that moment.

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By the time you were almost due it seemed as if war had never left. From Azula attacking once again, to disagreements and even almost a Fight with Aang. Things were heavy on his shoulders, he’s tightened security because of your baby. The last thing he wanted was for anything to happen to you both.

Finally a day where everything was being settled, calmly he felt some kind of relief. That was until a guard barged into the meeting room to announce you had gone into labor. The funny thing about Zuko is that he’s fast and for some reason no one sees him. As soon as people looked away from the door and back to Zuko, only his chair was in their sight.

“Do you think he left that fast when he heard you were alive?” Sokka asked as the room became quiet

Rushing to the healers room at the door he was told he wasn’t allowed inside.

“What do you mean?! My wife is giving birth to our baby and I need to be with her!” This was going to be an old rule he was going to get rid of...

“I-I apologize sir but it’s been a tradition for generations-“

“ZUKO!!” Next thing you knew one of the midwives came to the door and saw Zuko and said

“The lady wishes for you to be with her Fire Lord Zuko” she said timidly. It took him less than a second to trip of his cape and run to your side. This was it, the end of your pregnancy, labor, the day your baby would finally be in your arms. It was a very difficult day for you, she took all day to be born and finally when the moon was high in the sky she made her appearance. She was just perfect, and for a moment the world seemed so at peace.

“She looks like you“ you whisper to Zuko as you both gaze down and admire her 

“Yeah but, she’s beautiful like you“ he whispered back, he truly felt something he’s never felt. It was happiness, excitement, protectiveness, and everything in between. He doesn’t remember the last time he was this happy, this was the best day right next to your wedding day.

Just as you expected he really was a wonderful father. During the first few weeks he wanted you only on bed rest. At night he would help care for Izumi and calm her when she needed it. He was actually the one who taught her to walk. When Aang and the rest of your friends met her, he was secretly super proud and cocky about it. They couldn’t get over how much she looked like him and just how cute she was.

He also liked to have her sleep in the same bed as you guys while she was still young. When he couldn’t sleep he would just gaze at her and talk to her, even though she couldn’t answer back.

“..and you could be anything you want to be, and you could rule the kingdom your way. If you’re like your mother I know you’ll be a kind and smart ruler. You probably can’t understand me right now but, I love you and your mother so much“ you felt your hear swell while you pretended to be asleep. 

Although your favorite memory was him showing her how to bend when she first made a flame. She was around 6 when she first bended and he felt the flame of pride light in his chest. He showed her how to meditate and control it instead of training. He was always patient and gentle with her. It was very safe to say he was never the same as his father was with him.

Izumi and Zuko were nothing more than the center of your universe, the apples of your eye. And you knew it was the same for Zuko when he looked at you. 

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I hope this was okay!❤️

[vexelier-suix-cipher]

"Could you do Teruteru, Hifumi, and Ryoma getting drugged by a love potion and falls (even harder) for the reader (who has already fallen for them)?"

100% I can!! :D

Warnings: Mentions of love drug/potion, slight obsession(?), and swearing.

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Hifumi Yamada

•Proceeds to rant about how amazing Hifumi is

•Fanfic boy loves you very much!! (Though he did his best to hide it)

•It felt like when a cat loved it owner. Celeste went out the window. This man would get on his hands and knees for you. 🙇🏽‍♂️

•You also loved him very much!! (Literally Taka had to keep Mondo from lunging at you two and screaming "JUST DATE ALREADY!!")

•Oh but what's this? A drink on his desk after a hard day of drawing and writing manga?

•Well of course he drank it!! He chugged that drink and felt quite satisfied after.

•And back to work he goes :›

•He had some music on and his script for his next manga, scribbling out the sketches for his newest manga when he felt the sudden urge to go see you.

•It was nothing too new. Could've been he just wanted to show you the script for his manga!! A beta read!

•So Hifumi happily found you and sat you down, showing you the script for his manga!

•He felt a bit- different.

•He felt like he needed to have you in his arms.

•He needed you closer.

•He needed- you.

•The even more clingy behavior continued for a few days.

•Though you didn't mind, you did find it a bit strange.

•Why was he so clingy?

•You already read this script-

•And read that one too-

•Didnt he have things to do?

•He was going to fall behind in his schedule if he continued like this!!

•So when you saw him walking over to you once again, you pulled him to the side and questioned him.

"Hifumi, you've been acting kinda strange these past few days. Are you okay? Don't get me wrong, I love having you by my side but you're going to fall behind in your schedule."

"Well...I don't really know how to explain it. I feel like I've got to be with you all the time!! A-And I'm getting work done!!"

•He huffed and whined for a while longer as you continued asking him things before he got frustrated with himself and finally blurted it out

"Fine!! Fine. I like you, okay? I have for a while a-and I just didn't know how to tell you-...I found this drink on my desk one day and now that I think about it, it could've been one of those love potions that I've been hearing about...could've made my feelings stronger.."

•He started muttering towards the end but you could understand the gist of it.

•You reassured him it was fine and that you accepted his feelings.

•Which was returned with a loud,

"HUH?!? YOU DO?! WHEN- HOW-"

•*Once again has to calm fanfic boy down*

•After calming him down (again) you went over your own feelings.

•He had the brightest smile on his face I swear

•He just couldn't hold back!

•So he picked you up and held you close, hugging you sweetly

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!"

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Teruteru Hanamura

•AGGRESSIVELY RANTS ABOUT HOW AMAZING HE IS

•Love Potion exists?

•He probably bought it.

•This boy is already so head over heels for you it's absolutely adorable.

•He 100% cooks for you.

•Breakfast? In bed.

•Lunch? Made your favorite food.

•Dinner? You can eat with him! :D

•And his food is just 😩 to die for

•He does his best to tone down the sexual comments a bit, though he can't help if one or two slip out!

•Compliments you every 5 minutes no lie.

•Though he does turn cherry red if you compliment him

•If you allow petnames, he WILL call you darlin' and sugar the most.

•Now for the fun part

•He was most likey cooking and was working with the oven.

•Ovens hot. His clothes are pretty hot.

•So he stripped got something to drink out the fridge

•He blindly took a glass out the fridge and drank it.

•Drank the damn love potion-

•He knew he accidentally drank it. He read the label he had put on the glass right after he drank it.

•Unlike Hifumi, he tried staying away from you

•Poor boy doesn't know how to show such strong feelings :(

•He still does cook for you though

•And leaves you little snacks

•Did yelp when you came into the kitchen once without him knowing (it's true I was the dust on the oven window)

•Alot more fiddly and nervous when he has to go ask you something

•His gaze is towards the floor and he's playing with the ends of his scarf as that adorable accent decorates his speech

•Hes so nervous oh poor baby

•You found him scurrying everywhere once trying to find his hat when you had to point out it was on his head-

•He was so embarrassed-

•He apologized and walked back towards the kitchen

•He cooks his feelings away

•That is alot of food-

•Once he disappeared into the kitchen you went after him

•You had been wondering why he ran away from you every time you saw him

•You were worried :(

•As he went back into the kitchen, he paused hearing someone else's footsteps.

•He turned around and jumped slightly when he saw you

•Begin the anxious southern rambling and questions.

"O-Oh! S/o! What brings you to the...the kitchen??"

"Teru, what's going on? You keep ignoring me."

"W-Well I don' mean to cher' I-Its just I' been kinda stressed lately a-an' I don' wanna bother you with tha'-"

•Oh sweet boy almost cried just talking to you

•He wanted to confess so badly!!

•He just wanted to hug you and bury his face into your neck!!

•But he was so scared :(

•After a good talk, the confession just slipped out of him mid-sentence

"I already apologized cher'..."

"C'mon Teru, what's been REALLY happening with you?"

"W-Well...the truth is I accidentally drank a love potion and since I love you so damn much it strengthened my feelings...I-I didn't wanna make you uncomfortable so I stayed away in case I-"

"Did you just say you love me?"

"I-I did..?"

•Oh certainly he did. And when he realized, he apologized 10x more.

•You had to shut him up by squishing his face

•After a good explanation about you loving him too, he clung onto you with a laugh.

•He sat in your lap (and after some consent) kissed your face all over, muttering a soft 'I love you' after each kiss

•You two sat together like that for quite a bit, just laying in each other's presence

"Thank you so much....you don't know how much that means to me...how much YOU mean to me..."

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Ryoma Hoshi

•Ah yes. Tiny, edgy, ex-tennis, cat loving, deep voiced boy

•Where do I start?

•Lets start with

•He's absolute shit at feelings.

•Like really.

•He refused to believe he fell for you.

•His heart was racing? No it wasn't. It's probably because he was out of breath.

•He's flustered and blushing? Kinda hot in the room y'know.

•You get the point.

•He hates the fact he fell for you. He doesn't know what to do.

•He lost almost everyone he ever loved before. Why would this be any different? He didn't want to put you in danger.

•Ryoma hanged around with you though. He was a bit quiet but he went basically everywhere you went

•No one really messed with you when little man was with you.

•This was okay. He could hide his feelings. You wouldn't be in danger and he wouldn't ruin his relationship with you.

•Then the world announced a love potion was now available!!

•Ah shit.

•That damn Kokichi.

•All he wanted was some water and that little panta-loving gremlin switched it out with the new potion.

•He had already chugged around half the bottle before he realized it wasn't his juice.

•Ryoma would've just left it at 'Oh I just poured the wrong drink in' if it wasn't for Kokichi coming up to him about an hour later.

"Nishishishi....how's the love potion working Ryoma?"

"The what."

"Oops~"

"You little-"

•Kokichi went to the nurse with a bump on his head from Ryoma hitting him with a tennis ball.

•You thought Teruteru hiding away was bad?

•Ryoma refused to leave his dorm.

•He came out at around lunch time to get food, go to the bathroom, and then back to his dorm.

•No one was allowed in.

•He could feel the effects of the potion working.

•He wanted to get out and cling to you so badly. It almost physically hurt

•Fucking hell-

•Him. Ryoma Hoshi. The guy who basically gave up on life, wanted to run into your arms like a little kid.

•He almost cried.

•Of course you were worried!! He locked himself in his dorm without warning!!

•And he refused to talk to you!!

•You came to his dorm door almost daily, trying to pry open the damn door.

•With no avail.

•Goddammit.

•It wasn't until a few weeks later which he made a plan.

•He'd confess and leave right after.

•If you said no, that would be the end of it.

•If you said yes, ...well he didn't really plan that far.

=

•Ryoma met up with you at the back of the building, looking down at the ground as he heard your footsteps.

•It took a minute of small talk before he started speaking

"Listen, Kokichi switched my drink out a few weeks ago for that new love potion they're selling. I already had really strong feelings for you but with the potion they increased. I know you probably don't feel the same way but I wanted to tell you because it was starting to get too out of hand for me."

•He rambled on a little about how you would never like him and that he apologized for having such feelings and-

•You yanked his beanie down to his face, letting out a small huff.

"Ryoma Hoshi you have no idea how long I've been waiting for you to confess. You're an amazing guy Ryoma, and I really do wish you confessed sooner since I feel the same way. Now shut it with all the sad shit and come here."

•You told him, tugging him closer by the sleeve as you engulfed him in your arms

•Ryoma felt like his face was on fire. Butterflies in his stomach and a giddy, tingly feeling throughout his body

•He let out a low chuckle, hugging you back and sighing softly

•This was nice. He felt....loved.

•He liked this feeling quite a bit....he had missed this feeling quite a bit.

"Maybe I should've confessed sooner."

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AHHHHHHHH I HOPE YOU LIKED IT-

I absolutely adore these three.

If you want me to add or fix anything just say the word!!

I had a great time writing this!!

Thanks for requesting!!!

-Vex ∆

[homoose]

Love Has a Learning Curve: Part IV (x reader)

Summary: Reader visits Spencer at the university and finds that her old insecurities aren’t as dead as she thought.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader

Category: hurt/comfort, fluff

Warnings/Includes: implied smut, jealous!reader, insecure!reader, vague mentions of previous emotional/mental abuse (Owen), mentions of cheating (Owen)

Word count: 3.2k

a/n: Owen’s really a piece of shit, huh?

Series Masterlist

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“Could I come see you teach?”

Spencer looked up from his desk, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “It might be kind of boring. It’s a 100 level Intro to Profiling course.”

She peered over the side of the couch, closing her book. “Well, I don’t know anything about profiling, so an intro course would be right up my alley, don’t you think? And if you’re teaching it, I can guarantee it won’t be boring.”

He scrunched his nose in the way he sometimes did and clicked the cap on his pen once, twice, three times. “If you, um— if you really want to.”

She considered him for a moment before pushing herself up off the couch, coming around it to cross to his desk, perching herself on the corner. “You’ve seen me teach a bunch of times,” she said, knocking their knees together. “It’s only fair.”

He set his pen down and leaned back in his office chair, avoiding her eyes. She pulled her leg back, regretting her decision to ask. “It was just an idea. I don’t have to if you don’t want.”

As she moved to stand, he stopped her with a hand on her knee. “It’s not that. I don’t not want you to,” he clarified. He turned his chair to face her fully, peering up at her with a flush on his cheeks. “I just— I don’t know. You’re such a natural. I’m… awkward. Sometimes they just— stare at me.” 

Y/N scoffed. “I’m sure you’re not awkward.” She twirled one of the curls falling into his face around her finger, releasing it into a soft ringlet. “But seriously, if you don’t want me to come, it’s fine.”

He rolled his chair closer and ran his hands up the tops of her thighs. “I do want you to. Really.” 

He sat up straighter, craning his neck up towards her, and she couldn’t stop herself from smiling. She leaned down to meet his lips, and his hands wandered up to grasp at her hips. She laughed as he pulled her off the desk and practically into his lap, sliding his tongue into her mouth. She let him take it a little further, his hands traveling under her shirt and up over her back. 

When she pulled back to catch her breath, his dazed expression had her heart pounding. Any insecurity that managed to weasel its way into her psyche evaporated every time he looked at her. She ran a soft finger over the bridge of his nose. “Can you take a break?”

“Mhm,” he hummed, standing up and dragging her toward the bedroom with only a little too much enthusiasm. 

… 

“Okay, can I help you with anything?” Y/N asked, setting her bag down on the lecture podium. 

“Actually, yeah. Could you, um— write these topic notes,” he pulled out his notebook and flipped it open, “on that half of the board?”

“You got it, professor.” She accepted the notebook, turning to the board and uncapping the dry erase marker.

They worked quietly together, scrawling his notes across the white board, shoulders brushing comfortably together every so often. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him finish his side, capping the marker and stepping back to watch her. 

“This is much faster with two people. I should hire you.”

“You couldn’t afford my hourly rate,” she teased, leaning down a bit to copy the last bullet point. 

“Is there a boyfriend discount?” he asked, a soft fingertip tracing down her spine. 

She laughed as she capped the marker and set it in the tray, turning to face him and tilting her head in consideration. “Maybe we could work something out.”

He brought his hands to her hips, dug his fingers in, and pulled her closer. “Yeah?” He brushed his lips over hers and stepped forward, nearly pressing her back against the board. 

“Mmhmm,” she agreed, pressing a slow kiss to his mouth. She used her hands on his tummy to push him back a little. “But I charge double if you smudge it.”

“Fair.” He smiled and kissed her again, this time bringing his hands up to cradle her face. 

“As much as I’d love to kiss you forever,” she mumbled against his lips, “your students are going to be here any minute.”

He groaned and leaned his forehead against hers, and she laughed at his petulance. “I’m gonna go to the bathroom, and then I’ll sit up in the back. You won’t even know I’m here.”

He pulled back with a sigh. “You being here is all I’m going to think about.”

She kissed his nose and stepped around him to grab her bag. “I’ll try my best not to distract you.” She made her way off the lecture platform and up the aisle, turning back to ask, “Oh, office hours are right after class?”

“Yeah,” he confirmed, leaning against the lecture podium. “1:00 to 2:00. The quad is beautiful this time of year, and there’s a coffee shop if you wanted to hang out there.”

… 

After her bathroom break, she re-entered the lecture hall as quietly as possible, slipping into the last row of seats and setting her bag down on the desk in front of her. The room was more than two thirds full, with students crammed into the first few rows and then sparsely sprinkled throughout the back half of the room. But she only had eyes for him.

She’d seen him, kissed him less than ten minutes ago, and yet here she was— blushing like a schoolgirl and resisting the urge to pull at her collar.

Even from the back row, she could see the way his suit coat stretched across his broad shoulders, the way the button at the bottom of his cardigan didn’t quite reach, the way his pants pulled taut across his thighs. She’d seen him pick the outfit out of his closet this morning, watched him put it on, even helped him with the knot of the tie. She shouldn’t realistically be this rattled by the sight of him.

But something about the way he set his shoulders back a little, the way his arm moved underneath the fabric as he scrawled an additional note across the board, the way he turned and put his hands in his pockets and waited quietly for the class to settle— felt different.

“We’ve got a lot to cover today. Let’s get started.”

She didn’t pull her collar, but she did remove her jacket— she was suddenly so, so hot, practically sweating— and draped it across the back of the chair. He caught her eye, gave her a small smile, and then launched into a lecture about the foundations of building victimology.

Just as she suspected, he was an absolute natural. Unbelievably knowledgeable of course, but also incredibly enthusiastic and positively captivating. She couldn’t take her eyes off him. 

And neither, it seemed, could the class. She scolded herself for the train of thought— of course they’re looking at him, he’s their professor. But he was right when he’d said that they... stare at him. The class was mostly young women, although the ogling seemed to cross gender lines. 

She couldn’t blame them. He answered questions with ease and gave witty responses to the devil’s advocate types. His enthusiasm was endearing and charming as hell. And, of course, he looked damn good doing it. 

With just over ten minutes left of class, she gathered her jacket and bag, standing quietly and moving into the aisle. She caught his eye as she headed for the door, slightly reassured when she saw a flash of concern in his eyes. She smiled and made a sipping gesture, and he nodded minutely and continued with his lecture. 

…

Fifteen minutes later, she was on her way back down the hallway toward his office, a coffee in each hand. When she turned the corner at 12:57, she was stunned to see that a line was already forming. 

“You gotta be kidding me,” she muttered, approaching the crowd of undergraduates. 

One particularly perky coed stood directly in front of his door, and Y/N cleared her throat. When the girl turned, she held up the coffees and gestured to the door. “I’m so sorry. I— I’m just gonna drop this off. I’ll just be one minute.”

The girl took a small step back, barely allowing Y/N to squeeze through the door left slightly ajar. It creaked slightly as she stepped through it, and Spencer’s head lifted from where he was hunched over his desk. 

“Hey!” He stood and shuffled around the side of the desk.

“Hi.” She forced a smile. “Sorry, I won’t keep you, I just— thought you might like a pick-me-up,” she said, holding out the cup to him. 

He sighed with relief. “You’re a mind reader.” He accepted the coffee cup with a grateful smile. She moved to leave, and he lightly snagged her wrist. “Hey.” He slowly pulled her back toward the desk, his eyes darting down to her mouth. 

She hummed, and he leaned forward to kiss her, moved his hand up to cup her cheek in his warm palm. He sighed into her mouth and gently tugged at her bottom lip with his teeth before pressing a quick peck to it. “Thank you.” He pressed a final kiss to her mouth with chapstick-soft lips. “I’ll see you in an hour?”

“Mhm,” she smiled again, a little more genuinely. “See you then, professor.”

She slipped back through the door, avoiding the curious eyes of the crowd. The hallway felt tight and constricting, and she was grateful for the way the fresh air hit her as she pushed through the door back out into the quad. 

She found an empty seat on a bench and set her coffee and bag down, shuffling through the latter to find her book. She flipped open to her bookmark, sure that she could finish at least two chapters during his office hour. As she attempted to read, however, her mind could not stop turning over the image of Spencer being admired by fifty young, attractive coeds. 

She read the same sentence five times before closing her book with a huff. She closed her eyes and tried to slow her breathing, focusing on a deep inhalation and a long exhale. She carefully packed her book back into her bag, opting instead to sip her coffee and watch the bustle of the quad. 

It wasn’t that she was jealous, exactly. Jealousy wasn’t the right word. She trusted Spencer wholeheartedly. He was honest and kind, and he made it abundantly clear how much he was attracted to her.

She sighed shakily and closed her eyes against the unexpected tears that she could feel brimming just below the surface. It wasn’t jealousy. It was simply the insecurity that had always been there. Well, not always, she supposed, but long enough. Ten years. Owen had been out of her life for nearly half that time, but the mental scars he’d left her with would probably never fully heal. 

She was twenty one years old when they first started dating, and twenty six by the time he ended it. Five years of her life spent with a man who had conditioned her to believe that she had nothing to offer. Her work was insignificant. Her family was low-class. Her friends were irritating. Her laugh was obnoxious. She was immature and loud and annoying and daft. She should be grateful that he was interested in her despite these flaws. 

As if he hadn’t made all of that clear enough, he’d ended their relationship by cheating on her— not once, not twice, but consistently for nearly a year. And it seemed that almost everyone had known about it… except for her. That had been the most humiliating part; he’d had this woman in their bed, and she’d been completely unaware. She had cooked for him, attended his work events, slept beside him, subjected herself to his wrath, and never even considered that he could be with someone else.  

It took years for her to recover and rebuild. Years before she was ready to date again. It required her to construct a foundation of independence and self-love that she’d never had. And nearly five years later, she finally felt beautiful and strong and worthy. 

So why was her mind suddenly replaying every horrid thing Owen had ever said to her? Spencer was nothing like Owen. Spencer was kind, loving, and supportive. He was brilliant, talented, and accomplished. 

She pressed her lips together and swiped a hand under her eye, catching the lone tear that had managed to escape. That was exactly the problem. Spencer was all those wonderful things, and suddenly she couldn’t understand why he wanted her.

She pulled out her phone to check the time, huffing out a breath as she realized she’d spent nearly an hour dredging up old wounds. She closed her eyes and repeated her daily affirmation. I am powerful, and I am capable. I respect and honor my mind and my body. I am worthy, and I am enough. I love myself fully, just as I am. 

Now she just needed to believe it. 

She gathered her things, finishing up the last sips of her coffee before scoping out a garbage can. She tossed her empty cup in the bin on her way back to the building. As she opened the door, the blast of air conditioning cooled her sweaty skin. She stopped by the bathroom to splash her face with cool water, taking barely a moment to look at herself under the harsh fluorescent lights.

She made her way down the hallway, turning the corner to see that there were still three students in line outside Spencer’s office. She checked the time to see that it was technically five minutes past office hours. She dropped quietly into one of the two chairs across the hallway from his door. 

The other chair was occupied by a student, quite clearly waiting for Spencer, judging by the heavy sigh that accompanied his glance up at the office door. Y/N almost laughed at the way he aggressively checked his watch, tapping his foot rapidly on the floor. 

“Is it— um. Is it always like this?” She gestured to Spencer’s door. 

The tapping stopped, and the kid turned to her with another sigh. “Every. Goddamn. Time.” He shrugged his shoulders. “I mean, I get it. I do. But, man. I’m just trying to ask about the structure of the final. This is the third week in a row that I’ve been here and I still haven’t seen him.” He checked his watch again and then ran a hand over his face. “And now I gotta get to my next class. I’m gonna have to leave early next week to camp out,” he joked.

He stood and gathered his things, and Y/N did laugh a little then. “Good luck.”

He waved and headed off down the hallway, and Y/N turned back to see a girl leaving out through Spencer’s half-open door, looking positively dreamy. She barely resisted the urge to roll her eyes as the next girl stepped through the door. 

She waited another twenty minutes for the final two students to finish their visits. When the last student made her way out the door and down the hall, Y/N stood and smoothed down the skirt of her dress. She crossed the hallway and peered into his office, knocking on the door frame.

Spencer raised his head with a panicked look, his face softening into relief when he saw it was her. “Hey. Close the door,” he begged.

Y/N stepped into his office and closed the door quietly behind her. She finally took a look around the space— fairly small but tastefully decorated. The wall across from her was one enormous bookcase, filled to capacity, of course. Light filtered in from a single window, and his mahogany desk sat on the far wall, accompanied by a wing back leather office chair. Behind his desk was a low shelf lined with a globe, some other trinkets, and a plethora of picture frames. 

“Sorry that took so long.” He ran a hand over his face. “I don’t know why my office hours are always so busy.”

She hummed, crossing to the gigantic bookshelf. “No?”

“No,” he confirmed exasperatedly. “No one else has that many students at their office hours. I asked.”

She laughed a little. “You asked?”

“Well, yeah.” He drew his brows together. “I don’t know if my syllabus is confusing, or if I’m— not clear enough in my lectures, maybe?” He dragged both hands through his hair and leaned back in his chair. “But there are always so many questions, and I mean— there are no stupid questions, but…” He sighed. “Sometimes the questions are stupid.”

She did laugh at that, full and loud. “Well, if my professors looked like Dr. Spencer Reid, I imagine I’d come up with a litany of questions, too. Stupid or otherwise.”

He was quiet, and she ran her finger along the book she was studying rather intently. She felt him moving toward her more than heard it, felt his eyes on her. She couldn’t bring herself to look at him, instead pretending to peruse the titles in front of her, books full of theories that she’d never be able to understand. 

“Are you— are you jealous?” he asked incredulously. 

“No,” she defended, a little too quickly and voice a little too high.

“It’s okay if you are. Jealousy is— it’s a very normal human emotion.” He cleared his throat. “It’s, um— it’s kind of hot, actually.”

She rolled her eyes, but his confession made her feel a little bit better. He put a hand on her waist to turn her to face him, and she could feel her cheeks burning— hoped he couldn’t see it. She couldn’t quite meet his eyes, instead staring at a spot on the wall behind his head. 

“But you know you have no reason to be, right?” He cupped a gentle hand under her chin, finally brought her eyes to his. “Why would I be interested in girls when I already have a woman?”

When she didn’t say anything, he continued, “A woman who brings me coffee, and buys gifts for my fish, and helps me make PowerPoints, and goes to fancy dinners at Le Chateau LaMontagne.” 

Her lips twitched into the start of a smile, and he brought his hands down to lace their fingers together. “Who forgives me when I mess up, and lets me cry on her shoulder at 3:00am, and helps me be a better person.” 

She sniffed but tried to lighten the mood. “She sounds pretty great.”

“She is great. She’s remarkable.” He tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. “I love you.”

And there was that look again. Spencer looked at her like she’d hung the moon and the stars and every single celestial body in the galaxy. Like the answer to every question was contained within her atoms. It was almost enough to have her believing it, too. Maybe someday she would.

She squeezed his hand. “I love you, too.” For now, that was enough.

———

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[tsunonotarou]

LEONA, JADE, FLOYD, ROOK’s ↷

reaction when S/O gets jealous and protective

notes: I notice us writers mostly write about—usually the canon male/female—being dominant and the other party is timid and shy, while I love that concept and idea since I’m a submissive bitch myself, I feel like we should get more S/O or reader who gets protective and goes grr

: gender-neutral reader!

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

So there’s this crazy bitch who’s all over Leona ever since he was fucking born

They’re from a neighboring country and have been obsessed with Leona when they first saw him (honestly same) and as much as Leona didn’t want to admit it felt like heaven to attend Night Raven College because they’re AWAY from him

Magift is a nightmare because it’s open for everyone from everywhere to attend so he had already expected them

He planned to ignore them and steers clear of them as usual but they were extra persistent today

If they’re a guy Leona would have no problem scaring them away with a growl and possible threats

If they’re a girl though, it’s not going to be easy for Leona since he was raised to treat females with respect but then again, he knows that she does not deserve it

He also knows that you’re seething with anger

Your crossed arms while shifting your weight from side to side showed your frustration and impatience for them to get off

At this point he’d try harder and uses more of his energy to deal with them (he was a little lazy before) and tell them to go away but they just kept clinging and clinging

Leona’s eyes widened when you shoved them away, hard but not hard enough to make them fall on the ground and scrape their knee, just enough to keep them away

Your own arms wrapped around his and you stuck close, head resting on his shoulder, nuzzling your nose against his neck or trail your fingers a little lower on his waist than usual, anything to send the message across as you stare boredly at the ever persistent troublesome person

“Piss off.”

Normally people would get embarrassed/awkward after this and they’d leave but if they’re still on about it, pull Leona in for a kiss

A long, deep and passionate kiss from you sends him off the edge as he grabs you, smirking slightly at your behavior and also at the outsider staring at the both of you furiously

Will never let you forget this because he teases you almost everyday about this

If you're naturally a timid and shy person it's gonna be hell for you, because Leona is going to tease you ten times more

"Hey remember that time when you-" You smacked his head, hard.

"I don't regret it though, they were too close and I don't like it." Your adorable pout and red blush from his teasings only made his grin wider, and his heart racing faster

Proud of his herbivore, 100/10, would definitely want to see you getting protective again

JADE LEECH

They shamelessly flirted with him in Mostro Lounge, right in front of you

Constantly asking for Jade's assistance, ordering more and more just to have Jade serve them and if he's not available, they'll throw a tantrum

Of course Jade know about boundaries, he'd never want to make his lover upset, but then again, he's also curious as to what you'll do

Will you sit there and watch? Pout and wait for them to finally go away when Mostro Lounge closes? Be extra clingy with him afterwards? Silently cursing them? Or will you choose the popular trope of getting back at him by being physically close to another person?

Whatever you chose, he sure did not expect you to have a smile on your face as you call out to him, you are sitting just two seats away from them on the stool, so it is fairly easy to catch his attention without you trying to desperately cut off the one-sided conversation

You did what they couldn't. Holding his hand loosely as you talked about something semi-private (?)

"Hey, Jade. Where did I put my clothes again? That cream colored one. I know it's in your room but is it on the bed or bathroom? Have you seen it? Gotta go check it later..." To indicate that you've been to his room, countless of times

"Ah! I think you left your jacket in my room. Be sure to take it back before you go back to your dorm, okay?"

While Jade watches you and reply with an amused expression

This got them clenching fists and gritting teeth, and Jade can't exactly ignore them when they call for him since they're a customer, even if he's enjoying this a lot

You'd also pull on your clothes, kind of like flapping them when you're hot—even though it's quite chilly in Mostro Lounge—just to show them the bite marks Jade left the day before

*Thought I'd put this out just in case anyone misunderstands, y'all didn't have sex lmao because Jade is under 18, but he does leave bite marks every now and then ;)

When he does get away from their conversation and goes to you, like with Leona, you'd linger your hands a little lower on his waist than usual, or brush the bite marks you left that escaped the covers of his shirt collar

Nevertheless, expect Jade shaking his head when Mostro Lounge finally closes and them finally gone, though he can't hide the smile on his face

"My, my, I never knew you'd get to this point to drive them away."

He will forever remember this moment and the act you've pulled, truly memorable

FLOYD LEECH

The basketball team is having a friendly match with another school and the other school's team happen to have a manager

And man were they PERSISTENT

Offering to refill NRC's water bottles too when they went to refill for their own school's

Of course you're thankful for their help and thought it was out of pure kindness, but when their fingers brush over Floyd's for a little too long to hand him his water bottle and stays longer with Floyd than with other basketball players you knew something was wrong

Are they hitting on Floyd???

Ace and Jamil picked up on it and glances over you, with Ace shit talking about them and "If they're gonna do it, at least try to do it right." while criticizing their lame flirting skills and Jamil disapproving of their actions when Floyd clearly has a lover

Even if they're from another school, saying you didn't know is a lame excuse, not with how painfully different Floyd is with you than with others, it was obvious you two are together

Floyd, of course, is not dumb and oblivious and he is beyond annoyed at their constant touches and babblings he had no intention to listen to

Before Floyd could threaten to squeeze them to death, you're wrapping arms around his figure and called them out on their antics

"Don't you have your own team to attend to? Stop flirting with my boyfriend, he's not interested, take a sign."

Ace spit out his water and choked (yes he laughed)

Poor student scurried back to their own team's side and stayed there, as they should

Floyd would not care about attention as he picked you up in his arms, hugging you tightly and nuzzling close to you

"Shrimpyyy~! I love this side of you! Why haven't I seen it before?"

He probably already forgot about that student's existence as he only thinks of your jealous gazes and protective arms around him

Expect him to ask you to act like that again randomly, being all brave and calling people out, he loves this side of you!

ROOK HUNT

Rook is a social butterfly and will talk to anyone in anywhere

Much like Jade, he never intended to hurt his lover and upset them, but he's itching to know what you'll do. He has extremely good eyesight and knew you were close by, listening in to their conversation, possibly with a frown

Ah, a frown on your lips. That's not a sight he'd want to see! But the urge to reveal what kind of moves you'd make is stronger, so he refrained from walking away and chatted on

A smile played on his lips as he watches you stomp over, not sparing a glance to the other person as you locked your arms around his waist, tightly, then began to attempt to lift him up

...it didn't work

You didn't have enough strength so instead of lifting him over your shoulder (like what Rook usually do) you grabbed his gloves hand and dragged him away

Rook was certainly surprised, a big grin on his face as he laughed his heart out, bidding goodbye to the random student who had their mouth wide open

This only made you tug on his arm harder as an annoyed grunt and groan escaped you

When you looked back to them and sent a glare, that's when he lost it

He's sure he fell in love with you even more

When the two of you are alone he'd have your cheeks in his hands, staring at you lovingly, your squishy cheeks, furrowed brows and pouting lips are just too cute for him!

He will assure you that he will never do this again not telling you he was doing it on purpose to see what you'll do because you'll probably hate him his sweet words would surely calm you down

If you ever see Rook suddenly having a smile on his lips, you know that he's thinking about this incident again, and it freaks Vil out

[wanderpastme]

Lights on (MASC)

Sundrop x MASCReader

PART 1 (Sequel to Lights off)

MINORS DNI

Word count: 1,294

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Description: After the eventful night with moon it seems sun may want some action as well... and he's the jealous type.

Sun is stupid unhinged

Hey! My first actually requested fic (lmao too bad it's about sex though. Not complaining 😏)

(Also as a heads up this is ALL consensual. It gets pretty kinky and I know some people may misunderstand kinky stuff, but it's 100% consensual. I DO NOT WRITE NONCON/RAPE)

Tags: Oral sex, overstimulation, begging, breeding kink, edging, Diphallia(2 ding dongs), bondage, implied voyeurism

Moon had left you alone for the time being, muttering something about lights or schedule or something, but that was just fine with you, you needed a little bit of time to yourself after what had happened just hours before.

You had used the sheets on the bed to clean yourself up, now laying on a bare mattress, occupying yourself with fidgetting with your restraints, trying to dig your nail into the tight knot. You were working your fingers raw, pulling at any loose ends you could find- until finally- something gave.

Pulling your arm free you resisted the urge to yell out in triumph, you quickly got out of bed, finding your discarded pants and slipping them off.

Running to the door to your right, you gave it a few hard pulls, cursing under your breath when you found it locked.

"N-New friend?"

"Fuck!"

Turning around violently, you pressed your back against the door as the huge sun animatronic stood looming over you, his face painted with betrayal and hurt.

"You tried to leave?" He whined, his fists balled at his side, his hurt look turning into a harsh scowl. "I thought you liked me- no! You will like me! You like Moon, you have to like M̵͚̙̔̈̓̈́̓E̵̬̗̥̗̖̐͗̈́̈́! L̸̼̼̲̣̃̅͆͝O̴̝͆V̸͍̪̺͌E̵͖̔̀̊ ̴̢̱͙͍̮̍M̴̤̟̒͆̈̾Ẻ̷͇"

He screamed this, taking your wrists harshly and hoisting you in the air. You yelped in pain, already knowing there would be bruising around your wrist after this.

Using his other hand he pinned you to the wall by your neck, not entirely blocking your airways. You felt a familiar warmth run down your body and internally cursed to yourself. It had only been a few hours since the last time, you were unhinged.

Trying to pry his hand from your neck you coughed out, "Please- Sunny- I do love you!"

The animatronic seemed to pause in shock, dropping you in the process. You fell to your knees, coughing, holding your sore neck.

"You do?" he muttered, before a huge smile split his face, "YOU LOVE ME!"

Picking you up from the floor he swung you around in circles, his bells jingling merrily.

You felt dizzy as he sat you down on the edge of the bed caging you in with his arms, each hand clenching the bed in a death grip.

“That doesn't explain why you were trying to leave me, Sunbeam.”

Gulping you tried to back away but found your back hit the wall.

“I- uh-”

Grabbing your face with his hand he squeezed harshly, making your lips pucker.

“Hm Sunbeam? No answer? Shame.”

Pulling away, he watched as his red ribbons snaked across your body, circling around to tie your wrists behind your back and encasing your legs together. You gasped, trying to wiggle free as Sundrop just watched with a sort of unhinged delight.

“Oh I wouldn’t try that precious, unlike Moon I actually know how to get what I want, and right now, I want you.”

Picking you up bridal style he sat down in the bed, placing you in his lap. Letting his ribbon free of your legs he spread them apart, covering your mouth with one hand, the other stroking you through the fabric of your pants. You could feel yourself get wetter with every soft stroke, but you couldn’t say anything in protest.

“I want you to want me… Ń̷̳̋͛͘E̶̢͓̟̽E̶̥͒͒̍̈́͂̄͗̕͝D̴̢̧͕̥͖̬̖̗̠̂̂̌͝ me”

Loosening the ribbons once more he slipped your shirt and pants off, the ribbon circling your wrists and neck, more like cuffs and a collar.

Standing up, he looked down at you, holding the ribbon connected to your neck like a red silk leash.

“I want you on your knees.” He hissed, and with little hesitation, you obeyed, making his smile widen impossibly.

“What a good little plaything.” He sighed.

Yanking on your leash he made you look up at him, “You are so cute like this, submissive to me and me only. Now… I want you to suck me off.”

Your cheeks flooded with red, as you tugged on the hem of his pants, watching it slip past his bulge. Both his cocks sprung out, Sun waiting eagerly for you to obey him. Gingerly you took one in your hand. He was surprisingly big. Moon didn’t let you get a good look at him when you fucked last, but it seems Sun had a different set of fetishes.

A sharp tug broke you from your thoughts, making you painfully aware of the erect cock. Taking the second one in your mouth, you were surprised to find it sweet, almost like butterscotch candy. Taking as much into your mouth you felt the animatronic tense and groan, taking that as an invitation you slowly began to bob your head, moving your other hand in unison.

Sundrop laced his fingers through your hair, shoving his dick as far as he could into your mouth, making you choke as it hit the back of your throat.

Using your free hand you began to jerk yourself off as tears formed at the edges of your eyes. Sundrop sighed in disappointment, yanking your hand from your twitching dick and pulling away from you.

“And here I thought you would be an obedient little boy. I guess I was wrong.”

You could feel spit dribble down your chin as you looked up at him in confusion.

“Did I give you permission to touch yourself?”

You shook your head, suddenly realizing what you had done wrong, “Please Sunny I didn’t mean to, but fuck you make me so horny-”

“Cursing as well? Where are your manners?”

Pulling you by your leash to him he picked you up, sitting on the bed, and placed you on his lap, ass in the air.

“You need to be punished! Let’s say… 15 spankings.” He said, delight dripping from his voice.

You whined slightly but didn’t protest, knowing he would only give out a harsher punishment if you protested.

“Good boy~” he drawled, a sharp slap to your ass following.

With every smack you could feel yourself getting more and more aroused, the pain mixing in with the pleasure until you were basically speechless, your body begging to be touched in any way.

“P-please Sunny- I can’t take it.”

Chuckling, the animatronic obliged, laying back and positioning you above him. Slowly he set you down his cock rubbing against yours, the other sandwiching you between his two members.

He paused, holding you down on him as he watched you squirm.

“Please sunny- I want you- I need you. Please I’ll be good, just please fuck me!” You begged, wiggling your hips against him. That caused him to moan slightly, giving you a devious idea.

“Oh please Sunny~” You begged again, moving your hips from side to side and biting your lips, “Please fuck me, I need you~ Please~”

Sundrop looked at you with animalistic desperation before finally giving in to you, letting go of your hips and letting you thrust against him, both his members leaking precum onto your stomach. You moaned loudly as you thrust faster, feeling his dick rub up against you making you go almost cross eyed in pleasure.

Suddenly Sun spun you around, pushing you into doggy position, smacking your ass and taking all three members in his huge hand, pumping furiously.

Before you knew it, you had cum, your vision flashing white as you screamed his name, cumming all over his dick, but he wasn’t done yet. Grabbing you by your neck, he bit into your shoulder, causing blood to form from the new wound. Lapping it up with his tongue he jerked it hard one last time before you were covered with his seed, from the waist down, dripping with his obsession.

“Now look at this mess you made.”

[the-witches-you-couldnt-burn]

Living with what you’ve done

Uhhhhh

UHHHHHHH WHAT

Ok so I started writing the 100 special but then I got to 120!?! Wtf when did this happen?

Though I would like to thank each follower personally I have social anxiety and would rather not randomly message strangers following me. Here is my public thank you!

Idk what I did while writing this but it seems I managed to copy-paste the beginning four seperate times. This brought the word count up to 5.9k but it is now edited and brought down to 2.3k

Inspired by my friend @deltaxxk who loves angst and told me I have to write a follower special

Other prompts used: One, Two

Also! There are movie references within this fic, if you get them all you get a virtual lollipop 🍭

Ao3

Disclaimer: THIS FIC IS MAJORLY ANGSTY PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS IF ANY OF THE WARNINGS WILL TRIGGER YOU

Warings: blood, fire, death (+graphic descriptions of dying), injuries, grief, human trafficking and mentions of psychopathy

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“Robin we’re out of time! We must leave, we’re out of time!” Her yo-yo strained with tension as she swung into a goon, sending their body flying away from her team.

They had gotten a lead on a meta trafficking ring that involved some of the Gotham elite’s children disappearing. The lead brought them to the dock, GothDrill’s warehouse sat just off to the right. Its fluorescent lights signifying signs of life, Marinette knew most weren’t there willingly.

“Make more time!” He snapped back. Ladybug fumble slightly before regaining her footing, she wasn’t expecting the coldness in his tone.

She jumped back into the fray and watched from the corner of her eye Damian take on four goons by himself. She stifled a sigh before punching the man in front of her square on his jaw, ‘must he always prove himself when he has already?’ Damian edged himself closer to the garage doorway of the shed before disappearing into the building.

Focus her attention back on the battle around her, she saw Red Hood downed under a steel beam. She rushed over, and with her enhanced miraculous strength to lift the offending metal. He groaned with pain, the beam had pinned his legs, forcing him to lay stomach down. Wrapping his arm around her shoulder, supporting the majority of his weight to get him to his feet. Pain throbbed in his left leg and they stumbled onto the dock to hide behind down GothDrill crates.

Ripping the seams of his pant leg, she revealed a dark purple bruise that was rapidly spreading. She also discovered the beam had broken his femur and shattered his kneecap, how he wasn’t screaming in pain was beyond her. Pink light danced between her fingers before drifting down to his wound. Jason bit his hand to prevent any cries from leaving his mouth. He didn’t want another confrontation in his state.

The sound reached her before the light did. Jason panted as he looked up to see what distracted her from his healing. Reflections of orange and yellows dancing across her cerulean eyes. “Damian.” She whispered frozen stock still.

Something within her very core snapped and cardinal urges overtook her common sense. Shooting up like a bullet she sprinted towards the blazing inferno, her ears numb to the world around her.

Inside was worse than the burning exterior. She could see where the explosion originated from, big barrels of flammable chemicals blazed white with heat. The smoke and burning chemical gases penetrated her airways, coughs racked her chest.

She could see flames running up the walls and the lit barrels but the rest was black. The smoke was a blanket of darkness that wrapped around her.

And then she heard it. The screaming.

Multiple voices, so raw with pain, masculine and feminine, old and young. Running towards it she hoped to spot Damian but luck wasn’t on her side. Instead she found the trafficked civilians, their bodies red with burns with their hair and clothes set ablaze.

She ran full speed at the wall nearby, shattering the melted bolts. The fire blazed brighter at the new source of oxygen. She directed the victims out, the dove towards the water. The goons had fled during the initial explosion leaving the Batfam free to help.

She looked down at the bodies of those who didn’t survive. Some were burned beyond recognition, she kept looking, scouring for Damian.

She heard Red Robin calling her name, she looked up to see the scaffolding holding the roof breaking apart and falling to where she stood. She felt her body tackled out of the way and another thunderous crash hit the floor.

She was dragged outside and placed into the care of a newly arrived ambulance. Her eyes, red from the smoke and ash, looked out the back door of the vehicle. Firefighters and police had arrived on scene along with news reporters and the public. Families of the trafficked were reunited with their lost love ones and others mourned their deceased. Red Robin stood there, watching her.

“You can’t just follow me into fire.” She croaked to him, her oxygen mask muffling her.

The whites of his black cowl narrowed and his fists clenched. “Then don't run into fire,” he growled at her before walking off.

Her body moved without thinking, removing her oxygen mask against the protests of the paramedics. Ladybug reassured them she’ll be alright and that they should help the others who were more injured than she. She walked back towards the building but the black-clad figure of Batman stopped her stride.

“You’re not using your cure.” He stated. Her eyes widened, the cure could save his missing son, save the trafficked from their injuries and deaths. Who was he to deny the will of a god’s favoured?

Using the cure in Gotham was always straining and the Batfam knew that. On multiple smaller occasions, she was prevented from using it due to the amount of damage and crime being reverse causing serious health concerns they observed in Marinette. But she never thought it would also be denied on an occasion like this.

“I have to! Robin cou—“

“No, you could die.” He cut her off, her foggy mind becoming more enraged.

“And he could live!”

Without a reply he injected her neck with a sedative, her body collapsed from the drugs and exhaustion. The world going dark around her.

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Three days after

Her blaring phone distracted her from her dissociative state. She was staring lifelessly at her TV, she could say what happened in the show even if her life depended on it. She scrambled to her phone, Dick’s name lit up the screen.

She accepted the call, answer with a hoarse “hello?”

“Marinette? Are you able to make it over we have some things to tell you.”

Her breath caught in her throat. Pressing her phone to her ear with her shoulder she ran around her apartment, grabbing her keys, shoes and jacket. Rushing out the door she rapidly fired questions at him, “What is it? Did you find him? Is he there?” All of which were answered with silence.

“It’s best that we discuss this when you get to the manor.” And with that, he hung up. The click seemed to echo in her car, even though she knew it didn’t. Driving towards the outskirts of Gotham where Wayne manor resided, she felt a spark of hope rekindle in her chest. Although Dick didn’t give her much to go on she still hoped they found him and everything could go back to how it was.

Fate wasn’t merciful to the naive it seems.

Her world shattered around her as she saw the crisped cape on the table. The smell of burnt blood permeated the room. Her eyes stayed locked onto the cloth as she spoke, “But this is only his cape, not his body. He still could be alive somewhere! He is injured and hurt and we have to find him!”

No one spoke. Their eyes flicked to one another.

Jason limped in her direction, his crutch clicking against the stone flooring. He placed a heavy hand on her shoulder, his eyes brimming with unshed emotions. “The cape was found with the body, everything else was unsalvageable except the cape.”

A silent “we’ve found him, just not how we wanted,” resounded throughout her being.

She glared at Bruce, “He could be alive if you didn’t stop me! I could have saved him!” She lashed out, tears pouring down her cheeks.

“And we would have been having this exact conversation with Damian about why we didn’t stop you. The best outcome for this situation was you living.”

“No the best outcome was both of us being given a chance at survival” Marinette screamed at him, his face was emotionless. How could he be so uncaring to the fact of his youngest son dying?

Running out of the Batcave and manor she gasped at the cold night air. A sob escaped her mouth. Her head banged against her steering wheel, tears dripping onto her pyjama pants. There was no way she’d be able to sleep tonight.

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Twelve days after

Fire danced in her peripheral. A medley of bright oranges and golden yellows. She remembered the times when the two of them would watch the sunset in silence, sipping on hot chocolate and green tea. This blazing inferno was different. Its colours more violent and foreboding.

The screams. They were different from the ones she heard that night. They were his screams.

She saw her body encased within his burnt arms. Damian was little more than a burnt corpse, his eyes blazed green and his bone was replaced with metal pipes. The cure resurrected him but he was not wholly there anymore.

She awoke screaming. Not in control enough to remember she had neighbours; mentally pleading that they’d understand. They knew of his disappearance but not of his death. She was still heavily in denial.

She isolated herself away from everyone, afraid she would hurt anyone else that got close. She couldn’t stop wanting to hurt Bruce for making her unable to use her cure or the goons for setting the place alight and killing her fiancé. She wanted to go scorched earth.

She snuggled into his pillowcase, his faint scent of honey was still present. She willed herself to fall back asleep, his scent surrounding her. His pillow, his shirt, his ring; but she was missing him.

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Two hundred and eighty-seven days after

Red trickled down her finger. It took her a moment to move the fabric away from the dripping blood source but managed to before it stained. It had been years since she had pricked her finger with a needle, but her subconscious must have needed to feel something; even if it was pain.

She looked around at her juvenile pink room. She had moved back into her parents six months after Damian’s death. Three months into her stay and she still had most of her belongings in boxes. The only decorations in the room were scattered commissions and a wooden blanket.

Looking down at the puddle of blood that was growing on her white desk she wonders if Damian bled before the fire cauterised his wounds. She had researched that burning to death was one of the most painful ways to die, it takes hours, each nerve ending burning. The burn victim usually passes out after a few minutes but she could imagine Damian desperately trying to put himself out, only to find more fire encompassing him.

His cape was bloody so she hopes he bled rather than burned. Or maybe he was crushed by the falling roof and killed instantly. She hoped he didn’t suffer for long.

Similar intrusive thoughts plagued her mind constantly but she kept her focus on her art to push through the days. Gazing down at the wound she found Tikki had held her and Wayzz had wiped the puddle with tissues.

Today she’ll live for them. Tomorrow she might live to try her father’s new recipe of cinnamon macarons. Last Tuesday she lived to hear Luka’s new song. Next month she might live just to pat the stray kitten that lives in the alley behind the Chinese restaurant two streets over.

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Five hundred and twenty days after

She froze at the sight before her. Thinking it was another hallucination or she was having another nightmare. “You thought,” The glass in her hand cracked under her grip. Her brain couldn’t process what was happening. She hasn’t disassociated this much since the day he ‘died’.” That by faking your death, you could find out who you could rely on?”

“TT, yes. Now that I know everything can go back to the way it was.” She swigged her glass again, wishing it were whiskey instead of water. When they had met, Jon and his family had warned her that he was severely emotional constipated from his upbringing but this was in the psychopathic area of emotionless.

“No.”

“What?” His shock almost seems real. His eyes had widened and his body language was unsteady.

“No, we aren’t done talking about this! How ignorant do you have to be to think this won’t affect our relationship? Won’t affect me?”

“It wasn’t real. I’m here.” He stepped forward, arms rising to hug her. He never was one for physical contact. She pulled back, grabbing a steak knife and placing it between them. He told her he had set the place aflame. He found the lead for the trafficking ring. He planned it all. And now he was back, almost a year and a half later.

“That doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt! I’m going to have nightmares for the rest of my life! How selfish, how, how stupid do you have to be to not consider what it does to someone who cared about you?!”

“Cared?”

“Do I need to spell it out? We’re done. I don’t want to see you ever again,” She seethed. “You think everything can go back to how it was before? Well, it can’t. I spent months of my life mourning over a guy who wasn’t even dead. Who didn’t even care about me enough not to toy with my emotions. My life isn’t a game Damian!”

“I only did this because I thought—”

“I don’t care. Get out. Out of my house. Out of my life. Just get out.”

“I didn’t intend to hurt you, I just wanted to know.” Hot, rage-filled tears ran down her cheeks. She jabbed the knife at him, stopping inches before his chest. She had backed him down the stair and to the front door. Neither of her parents were home and he was more unpredictable than ever.

“I hope you can live with what you’ve done, le miel”