#cried a bit sort of painful

[thatonegaybrit]

; sorry guys ‼️💔❌ the autism attacked 💔💔🙏

[icharchivist]

if no one got me i know Sera will always get me. Sera i love you. You'll always be so precious to me.

[smile-files]

today i'm going home so i can get my flu shot and vote with my family... hopefully both go well

[cosmosluckycharms]

Bug Like Angel

pt4

See you soon

hey guys warning this chapter literally has none of the batfam here its highlighting reader being insterted into itsv-atsv

It has been a year since you had gotten bitten.

You were now 14

Since then you've lost a couple of people.

Your Gwen Stacy, who was instead named [REDACTED], was killed while you were trying to stop the green goblin.

You lost an officer you were close to. He died while protecting a kid.

You lost someone you considered an uncle.

You were tired.

Since then you've been training yourself, secretly fighting crime to not be seen by your family, and getting stronger in general.

Every day was sortve the same. Wake up, get ready, go to school, come home, eat, fight crime, sleep, repeat.

It all changed one day.

You had just gotten back from patrol.

You stopped 3 muggings and saved a cat from a tree.

It was a slow day, thankfully.

You were doing your homework peacefully.

You were almost done with your algebra homework when suddenly a portal popped up right next to you.

You couldn't process anything as the portal sucked you up and took you in.

The next thing you knew, you were stuck in an alternate universe with other versions of you.

And you had to get home soon ASAP no rocky if you didn't wanna die.

And that be all fine and dandy.

Except you didn't wanna get attached to anyone.

You didn't want them to exclude you and you to follow them around like a lost puppy like you did with your family.

And guess what?

You did get attached.

Peni, a small kid who was in a tiny robot fighting, was like a little sister to you.

Peter B. Parker, ham, and Noir were all like uncles to you.

Gwen and Miles were your cool older siblings.

You loved them.

And you hated that.

Because you knew deep down, you wouldn't get to see each other again.

You all were destined to be apart, due to your separate universes.

You got attached.

You were attached to noir and how his coat smelled like cigarettes and milkshakes.

You were attached to Ham and how he always cracked jokes when things got tense and awkward.

You were attached to peter b and how he talked about his past experiences.

You got attached to Peni and how she would use stickers everywhere.

You got attached to Miles and how stupidly awkward he was with Gwen.

You got attached to Gwen and how she gave you the advice you always needed and never got.

Fuck.

You didn't wanna go back to the manor.

This is the happiest you've been in a while.

This is home.

This is what family is supposed to feel like.

You can go on patrol here without worrying that your family might see you.

You are constantly smiling and laughing with the people here.

You're always catching yourself wishing you could stay here forever.

Other than the annoyingly painful glitching, you're so happy and excited.

You never wanna leave.

You were so proud of Miles and how he got everyone home.

You cried as soon as you landed back in your room.

You sobbed into your pillow. You're gonna miss them.

No one even noticed you were gone for a week.

No one noticed how bruised up you were.

No one noticed how sad you looked.

It's been 5 months since then.

You got invited to join the Spider Society.

Miguel saw you on patrol trying to fight an anomaly and failing miserably due to you never fully getting actual training.

You were trying! It's just that you didn't want your family to see you so its sort of hard to control a whole glitching green goblin...

Miguel took you into the spider society.

You saw Peter B in Miguel's office and immediately tackled him into a hug and shed a tear or two.

You learned that due to being a mix of two multiverses (Marvel and DC) your canon events were a tiny bit messed up.

Miguel explained everything, but everything was going through one ear and out the other.

You wondered if the others were here too.

You wondered if they missed you like you missed them.

Miguel could see how spaced out you were.

"What's wrong, Mija?"

"Are the others here? Like Gwen, Miles, ham, noir, and Peni? I know Peter's here, I saw him just now, but what about the others?"

He went on to explain how they hadn't been invited yet.

Later on, you begged him to at least invite Peni.

He couldn't resist your puppy dog eyes, so he said yes.

Since being introduced into society, you've slowly started getting used to just doing everything here.

You would go into Miguel's office for hours and hours just to be around him.

He was like the father you always wanted!

He would listen to you complain about your family, and he would always lend a shoulder to cry on.

On multiple occasions, he had to carry you back to your bed in your universe because you'd fall asleep in his office on the floor.

You both have gotten close.

Miguel was your emergency contact, always there when you needed him. Despite his intimidating appearance to others, he was never scary to you.

At one point you saw Gwen again, finally!

You were so happy! one step closer to getting everyone together again!

Slowly, you saw everyone again.

..Everyone except Miles.

You didn't understand, why not Miles?

You asked Miguel and he went on a tangent that did not make sense and just made you more confused.

You did get to meet Pavitr and Hobie.

Pavitr was basically your twin! You guys had similar personalities and had twin telepathy.

You and Pavitr were always playing cupid for miles and gwen.

You both were around the same age and everything!

Hobie is SO COOL!

His peircings, his guitar, his clothes, his slang!

You were in awe!

He taught you how to play your guitar! You were finally getting a hang of it!

He was like the older brother you never had!

You wanted to be like him so bad!

Youd follow him around like a duck a lot, but unlike your brothers back home, he'd never yell at you to stop or ignore you, he'd enjoy having you around!

When he and Gwen jokingly said they wanted to start a band, you really wanted to!

A couple of months later, you saw Miles again!

It wasn't in the best circumstances.

You had just gotten back from school. You were in your room scrolling on your phone, when suddenly your spidey senses tingled.

You saw Gwen hop out of a portal in the middle of your room.

"Hey! I kinda sort of need your help."

"what's going on?" you asked, tilting your head in curiosity, putting your phone face down on the bed.

Gwen went on to explain everything you missed.

From Gwen seeing miles to Miles tagging along onto Mamhatten in Pavitr's universe, and then to Miguel's body slamming him into a train and calling everyone to chase him.

Jeez, you don't go to the society for one day and everything goes to shit.

You thought about it for a second, no one would notice you not being here for a couple of days, right?

"..Alright, I've saved the multiverse once, I can do it again."

You sat up on your bed and grabbed your suit.

You grabbed Gwen's arm as she took you to a whole other universe.

After a lot of fighting, you all managed to save Miles's dad.

Seeing their family be happy together made you tear up in happiness.

They deserved to be happy.

After a lot of apologies from all parties, everything was still pretty awkward.

You've probably apologized to Miles over a million times despite him insisting it wasn't your fault.

Sure, you didn't help the others chase him, but you still didn't tell him about society.

Hell, you should've been there to defend him.

You should've yelled at Miguel from the beginning over him not letting Miles in his stupidly exclusive clubhouse.

Instead, you were scared Miguel was gonna bring you back to the manor and disown you, even if you knew he would never do that to you.

You should've stood by miles from the start.

It's never too late to make up for everything

oml this was kinda boring but i needed filler lol

honestly i might write a oneshot of all the spiderkids together

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[cl-0v3r]

Mel is alive, but at what cost

Mel was nearly killed TWICE, her mother began being a struggle, she'd been thrown aside and trying her best to stop her, her boyfriend is not doing well, neither is anyone else (can't blame them) and the fact that she hadn't cried or spoke much about this situation to anyone a single time?? She IS upset about every single thing, yet she stays strong and enduring every bit of torture. The most she did was tell Jayce that Ambessa put her palm on the table, and let him know that she is going to push for hextech. That's it, nothing remotely related to her feelings.

The fact that she was constantly looking at Caitlyn, being able to understand her grief and knew she was in pain?? Mel knows this feeling. She'd went through it.

And in the end SHE has to pay the price of her mothers incompetence.

The intro is very much foreshadowing, we know the hands represent black rose/LeBlanc.

This is what happens in act one, she gets kidnapped by them. The lyrics do correspond to the characters as well (not just Mel, everyone.)

"Tell you you're the greatest" plays as a petal of the black rose floats down the screen, I think it adds significance to the power this organization holds, possibly the Medardas greatest foe.

"But once you turn, they hate us" both Ambessa and Mel were present in this line, I think its foreshadowing for when Ambessa switches up for whatever reason and goes against both Piltover AND Zaun. And Mel WILL go through change as well, a change that could hurt her relationship with others, and receive interest from others too.

"They hate us" could be read individually too, I feel like its a sort of "realization" ?? Perhaps Ambessa WASN'T the one that switched up, maybe Piltover switched up on them, and maybe Mel JUST got out of wherever she's taken to, and saw the mess Ambessa had done to her city??

I think this represents ACT TWO.

The hands pull away and it sort of looks like Mel is fighting back, a "get away from me" type of scream. you know what this reminds me of??

Don't mind me just pushing my Jinx/powder-Mel parallel agenda

Here is when i think Mel truly learns about LeBlanc/BR, she curiously and slowly goes to grab the rose, she learns about the history between her Mother and them, Kinos death, and most of all, learns about HERSELF. The lyrics speak otherwise.

"Pray away, I swear

I'll never be a saint, no way"

This feels like a parallel to caitlyn of sorts if that makes sense. Caitlyn had done everything to try and stop the council from attacking the Undercity, she kept her mouth shut when Jayce asked about Jinxs grenade, she was willing to protect Vi and the undercity, but how many times has she been tossed around? She'd been burned, exploded, kidnapped (god knows what happened during that time) and hit in the face by the same person, her MOTHER died because of the same person. She has every right to go insane. And she is hunting ONE person, which is Jinx. Although she is harming the people around her along the way.

What if Mel goes through a similar situation? Her mother pushed for war in her city, she dragged the enemy along with her even if she didn't mean to, she manipulated everyone around her INCLUDING Jayce, she LITERALLY got Mel hurt from the chembarons attack and killed so many people during a MEMORIAL to get her hextech weapons, Elora is most likely DEAD, not to mention whatever happened in the past between them. And the thing is, this will NEVER end throughout the entire season.

And what if she learns what she is? That she's 'blessed' by Kindred? The fact that the wolf is quite literally in her blood?

I feel like the "ill never be a saint, no way" also sort of indicates Mel will realize she'll never be able to push for peace and mercy like she always hoped for no matter what, and she comes to accept that as much as it hurts. But not like how ambessa accepted the wolf, but she sort of realizes she needs to push a little violence, towards nobody but the one and only, Ambessa "fine, if you want me to be like you, I guess I'll be like you towards YOU." Type of acceptance.

I think its also related to Mels new outfit too, she's dressed like her mother, in red and all of that. I will still stand by the idea that she has plans to decieve, but she will do something she doesn't want to do.

Mel was left with no choice, that lyric sounds like realization, acceptance, but also like a plea at the same time, an "I'll never be who I wanted to be" because in the end, she's still a Medarda, she's still her mothers daughter, she still has violence in her veins, she will never not suffer from the weight her name holds, and she will never escape it either, its like a shadow.

The Characters won't be themselves at their core this season. And those vital parts of their characters that represent them are no longer there in the intro, they all have given up what makes them, THEM design wise. (e.g.) Vi without her tattoo, Viktor hiding his identity with the mask. And the thing is, they did that to themselves because they do self-harm, they're changing themselves because THEY want to, they're forcing themselves to do that, they think they're undeserving and they're erasing their past selves.

But Mel? Mel doesn't have her gold accessories, Jewelry, or her Armor, she'd been stripped bare and hidden away because of the brutality of her name. She pays the price her mother brought to HER city. She's forced to change herself against her will, because nobody is giving her a chance to push for her ideals.

This entire theory never ends, and with all of this? I kinda do see Mel actually committing Matricide, it lifts the "Ambessa will die" theory further.

[sugawhaaa]

JEONGIN SMUT HEADCANONS

Sex with Jeongin would...

[Dom ver]

Warnings//genre:: SMUT, oral, fingering, BDSM, spit play, sweat fetish, auralism, probably more I forget 😭

Pairing:: dom!jeongin x sub!fem!reader

A/N:: I accidentally used the same photo twice but...Shh I'm too lazy to re-edit the thingy. Also the tiles for each section are a little vague, it's just for the vibes

Skz masterlist:: 🎀

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Feel like::

☆-Jeongin is a sucker for deep and fast sex...like listen Jeongin can be impatient as hell and he just needs to get in there yk what I mean?

☆-I can see him being a bit of a tease with this like when he first goes inside he waits like a few second before just putting in all of his pent up lust into pounding into you.

☆-Jeongin has been getting big asf lately and I can see him kinda having a size kink, ofc in the sense that he's bigger than you, so doing things like lifting you by your hips or guiding your body by the waist is totally his thing.

☆-Messy kisses with a fuck ton of tongue while fucking you 😫

☆-he likes to put his hands around your face and neck area. Not deliberately choking but just asserting his control, you know? Also making a mess of your spit, dipping his fingers into your mouth and making you suck on them.

☆-some spanking every now and then ^^

☆-He loves to roam his hands all over your body, your tits, thighs, ass, tummy, back, wherever he has access to his hands are gently massaging.

☆-hes so gentle when taking your clothes off ggrrr but once in a blue moon he doesn't give a fuck, he needs you naked right fucking now.

☆-You'll find his fingers in your hair quite often. Sometimes it's to pull your head back and add just a twinge of pain or other times it's just to ground himself and pull your head closer to kiss you deeper.

☆-his fingers are so long and feel perfect against or in your body. He'd use this kind of method where he sorts through your folds with his fingers by gently gliding his finger down the seam of your pussy.

☆-his fingers also hit very deep inside you to the point he has to curl his fingers so he doesn't hurt you <3

☆-hes not very into anal or anything but he would like to put a vibrator in one of the two holes and then fuck the other 😩🤌

Sound like::

☆-this man loves dirty talk so much that he is just rambling and rambling the entire time in between moans and cries. He'd say all kinds of kinky things you wouldn't imagine him to say but...he does have a freaky side.

☆-"I love it when you make that pretty face" "stick your tongue out," "awh is my baby crying?" "Shh, it's okay, you can cum soon,"

☆-He really likes hearing the sounds of your bodies colliding in anyway, the sound of your tongues dancing, the bed creaking, his hips slapping against your ass, his tongue sorting through your folds, and the sounds you make when you suck him off 😩

☆-sometimes he'll play music in the background to set the mood as well, something lofi and more relaxing than sexual unless, of course, it's one of those real freaky nights.

☆-wet noises <3 when he fingers your wet pussy so deep and he can hear your arousal sorting through his fingers.

☆-hearing your moans is his favorite thing ever, he does anything and everything to make you moan louder and higher pitched.

☆-as I mentioned earlier he is a deep and fast kinda guy so you best believe the bedframe is often begging for mercy 😁 (imagine the headboard hitting against the wall all night while the members are just trying to sleep)

☆-whispering dirty words to you <3

☆-he curses a lot during sex, though he kind of feels bad about it. He wants to keep it romantic and passionate but when your walls hug him so tightly and your nails are digging into his back he can't hold back.

☆-"Oh fuck baby," "shit I'm close!" "God damn baby, you suck me so fucking good,"

☆-I can see Jeongin making a mix of noises between grunts, moans, growls, and so on, you get the point. He's very vocal though, loud and passionate, he doesn't hold back a thing.

☆-he isn't too into daddy type tropes but he does love calling you all kinds of things that make you feel small, like babygirl, darling, princess, etc. However he is into calling you mommy 👀 but that's for the next part

☆-basically to sum up this section, sex with Jeongin is loud and he loves embracing that fact.

Look like::

☆-hear me out...sweaty sex. I feel like he'd sweat quite easily when pounding you, sweat building along his hairline and down that sharp ass jawline 😩

☆-Sometimes I feel like people forget how sexy his body is, his thin waist that perfectly tapers to his sturdy hips and thick thighs, like come on.

☆-Most of the time you'll see Jeongin on top of you in the dark. The only light source being the night sky as he looms over you, his broad chest covering your body as his knees trap you between him 🥴

☆-backshots...also cumming onto your tummy as well 🤌 he does really like creampies but he loves messy sex even more. Usually in one session he'll cum outside and inside of you at least once each. A good balance.

☆-he loves loves loves making you squirt. That sexy face you make every time, the way your body moves on its own, the way you moan, it's everything to him and best of all, the mess you make, all for him.

☆-this may sound weird but I can see him smiling a fair bit during sex. After very explosive orgasms or when it just feels so good he has to smile with a little chuckle.

☆-bro would love shower sex, I firmly believe this, so seeing him all wet is a common occurrence during sex. His hair clinging to his face as water drops down his face and chest before pressing you against the wall to fuck you all over again.

Taste like::

☆-this man eats pussy so good, have you seen his tongue work on stage? He knows how to make a woman cum 5 times over in one sitting.

☆-I can see him being really sloppy when he eats you out, his saliva dripping down on his chin and all over your pussy.

☆-oral for him can be whatever really. Sometimes it's slow an sensual or romantic and sometimes it's more...erotic

☆-he loves hearing the sounds of his cock wedging down your throat though 😩 and he likes when you let him cum on your face or make cum bubbles etc, be messy.

☆-eating you out from behind >>> he'd get you to go on all fours and he'd come up behind you to make out with your cunt.

☆-he loves spreading your folds, thighs, or ass when eating you out, he needs to get right up in there.

☆-he's the type of guy to not finger when he eats you out, he doesn't need his fingers to make you cum, only his sweet tongue and lips.

[darnell-la]

What about if Logan made his partner squirt but they have never done that before and are pretty innocent and inexperienced so they are embarrassed initially thinking they peed or something?

summary: Logan comforts the reader in this story, making it known that if anything “nasty” happens, he won’t judge her.

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How do you guys feel about a x men story with reader? Logan being rude Logan at first, then slowly shows small affection towards the reader. Jealousy and things of that sort. They soon hit it off, and after Logan starts acting rude again, because he’s scared of the love he grew for her. It’ll be a long story, but something to read at night. ALL ON WATTPAD! Comment below, please!

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“Ssh, baby, just relax,” Logan whispered in his girlfriend’s ear after he slipped his tip through her entrance. “L-Lo,” y/n cried low at the instant stretch he gave her. Pleasure and pain shocked her whole body.

“It’s okay, baby, I know I’m a bit different than the others,” Logan spoke about his size as he continued pushing into the girl, looking into her glossy eyes as she tried her best to keep in her whine.

“That’s it, bub,” y/n finally took him all. “S-Slow please,” y/n begged, making the man nod. “Of course, baby,” Logan said as he slowly pulled back before pushing back in.

Y/n threw her head back with a cry, trying to take his size, but it was a new deal for her. This was her first time taking Logan, and he was so much bigger than the rest.

“Doin’ good, baby,” Logan assured the girl as her hands wrapped around his neck, trying to keep herself together. He smiled down at y/n, loving her reaction to him making love to her for the first time.

“Oh god,” Y/n said in an alarming tone. “What’s wrong, baby?” Logan asked, still thirsting as he rubbed her cheek. “I-I don’t know,” y/n whined as she clenched around the man, trying to hold in what was trying to come out.

“F-Fuck, baby, don’t do that. Gonna make cum faster than I want to,” Logan said, but she wouldn’t stop. She couldn’t. She didn’t want to stop this wonderful moment, but she swore she was about to pee.

“G-Got go to the bathroom, Logan. G-Get up,” y/n stuttered as she pushed at the man’s shoulders, but he wouldn’t get up. “Hey, hey, that's normal. You’re gonna cum, baby,” Logan said, trying to teach her about her own body as her heartbeat rose.

“P-Please, Logan,” y/n cried low, feeling her legs shake. “Just let it go, baby. Let it go,” Logan leaned over the girl's face as he placed his hands on both of her cheeks, rubbing at her tears.

“Logan,” y/n cried again as her nails dug into his shoulders and her cunt squeezed around him tightly. “That’s it, y/n, that’s it,” Logan repeatedly said as she came, soaking his lower body and bed.

“S-Stop,” y/n cried, not knowing what was coming, but it was too late. Y/n released around Logan with a loud cry as he sped up his thrust, snapping his waist to feel her body jolt.

“Oh, god, baby — So fuckin’ good,” Logan leaned into the girl's neck, feeling his own orgasm around the corner. Y/n has never come this fast. She’s never even squirted before.

Logan usually lasts a long time, but this was the first time he’s had sex with y/n. This was a different lust he was feeling, and he couldn’t hold back how much he wanted to fill her up.

“L-Lo,” y/n’s mouth parted as she continuously squeezed his cock and still leaking around him. “I just know you taste good, baby. I fuckin’ know it,” the man growled, cock pumping into her smoother, now that she’s all soaked and dripping.

“S-Sorry,” y/n said low, embarrassed, and not processing that Logan felt amazing. “Don’t apologize, baby. I know it hurts, just relax and take it. Almost there,” Logan groaned in the girl's chest.

“I’m s-sorry,” y/n cried out again as she moved around the man for the second time. “Augh, that's it. That’s it, baby,” Logan’s hips stuttered as his cock twitched in the young lady.

Y/n talked with Logan before they did this, telling him they should use a condom, but he told her he’d pull out.

Now that he sees how fucked out she is, he could take his chances to fill her up without her fully knowing.

“F-Fuck, baby,” Logan moaned as he bit down on her neck. Logan spilled into his girlfriend, filling her up as she whined beneath him.

In her head, she was scared that the man’s seed ran through her wall, but she was too fucked out to speak and tell him. She slightly didn’t care anymore. The pleasure through her body felt too good.

Logan continued his slow thrusts for a few more seconds before pulling out of her, groaning at the feeling of the last seconds in her walls, and the sight of her leaking all that he gave.

“You did good, baby, don’t cry,” Logan said as he finally looked into y/n’s eyes. “Hey, hey, c’mon, baby. I get you couldn’t take it, but it’s okay,” Logan felt scared that he probably took it too far.

“B-But I peed!” Y/n covered her face and curled in their bed, feeling dirty and nasty. “Baby, you didn’t pee — You came?” Logan said, confused.

“Baby, are you okay? Is something bothering you or on your mind?” He asked as he lay next to yo/n and pulled her into him.

“No, I just- That was embarrassing,” y/n sniffed. “Y/n, have you never quirted before?” Logan asked as he softly lifted her head so she could look at him.

“No,” y/n said low, making the man chuckle. “Baby, that was it,” Logan rubbed her cheek, wiping away her tears. “What? Oh, I- Oh,” y/n said, feeling instant release.

“And even if you did pee on me, I wouldn’t judge. Only means I fuck you good,” y/n whispered in her ear before pecking her cheek.

[robo-writing]

Okay, now I need a fic based on the session the reader and Logan has when he was slapped. Like the thought of her passing out and he still continued to fuck her? And her coming too and he’s just pumping her full of his come? Lord have mercy 😩🤤

me getting this anon while i was knee-deep in writing angst is something so funny to me, crying my eyes out then opening my inbox to see this gave me mental whiplash like you can’t believe He barely sounds human, more man than beast. The weight of him pins you into the bed, unable to move. The creaking of the bed, your weak cries, his downright animalistic grunts of pleasure as he thrusts into your tired, achy cunt—you two sound like a cheap porno, and not in a good way.

You have no one else to blame for the six foot wall of muscle that pins you to the bed, holds your hands behind your back and fucks you like he’s got something to prove. His hips meet your backside again, and again, and again—each thrust leaving your ass raw.

You don’t know how long it’s been since he’s put you on your stomach, and you don’t care to know; all you want is for him to keep going. Hell, you’re not sure Logan would stop even if you begged him.

Reduced to his animal instincts, if he’s not panting in your ear like a bitch in heat he’s mumbling the filthiest fucking words into your skin, tongue lapping at the salt that clings to it.

“Mine, mine, mine,” he groans, each word emphasized by the sound of skin slapping on skin. “My girl, mine to fuck, mine to breed.”

It genuinely hurts to breathe, but all you scratching at his arms does is spur him even further. Eventually you give up, lie back like a good little whore and let him fuck you until either you pass out or he runs out of energy.

Unsurprisingly, option A seems to happen first.

A few spots in your vision, a ringing in your ears, then nothing. An unknown time passes, and you wake up in the same spot as before, spread open and speared on Logan’s magnificent dick.

At least from what you can gather he’s a bit more put together now, still pumping himself inside your warm walls, but much less violent than he was before. You feel the familiar thrum of orgasm on the horizon, an odd sort of pleasure-pain that keeps you aware long enough to listen to your boyfriend speak.

“‘M sorry baby, fuck, just couldn’t stop,” he says, kissing up and down your spine in apology, still chasing after his own high with each word. “Feel too good, so, so good, goddamn—“

He’s stuttering, cutting himself off, unable to string together a full sentence. You chance a glance at him and fuck, he’s a goddamn mess. Sweat dripping from his brow, muscles flexing so hard you could count each vein, a rosey blush running from his face to his chest—he looks like he’s just came from hell and back. Damn near incoherent, whispering sweet nothings into your shoulder—

“Lemme come in you baby, just one more time, one more fuckin’ time—“

It’s a rhetorical question at this point; like you ever had a choice with the way his cum drips from your cunt. So full of him that each thrust pulls more out of you, only to be replaced. He’s had to have cum inside of you multiple times, the sloppy sound of it mixing with the sound of his balls slapping against your ass.

And yet, he keeps on going.

An urge to control, to keep, a need to stuff his cock inside of you and have you know exactly who it is that has your pussy creaming for him.

[noheadcanons-juststories]

Vampire!141 x fledgling!reader, who was found abandoned and starved. intro

Ever since the Merge, all sorts and manners of creatures have made themselves comfortable in the realm that humans called home. While most were already longtime residents, others came from pockets, nooks, and crannies previously hidden from mortal eyes. Yet despite the efforts to peacefully integrate non-humans into human society, there have been instances of “unfortunate casualties”.

Like you for example. And with one of the worst you could've encountered: vampires.

There was a risk to living a solitary life in the countryside, in that no one would hear your cries for help. Not to mention some vampiric myths didn’t apply to the undead. Such as the “no entry without invite”, which led to you being attacked in your own home. The vamp who attacked you was only a few decades old. Experienced but no sage. His bloodlust controlled, but he lacked discipline for his age. He got the jump on you as you were entering your cottage, 6 pm sunset. An unfortunate circumstance. Took a bit too much and didn’t want to leave a dead body behind. More or less.

Afterwards, he was gone.

You spent the next few days isolated in your home. Laying in bed, clutching your stomach in pain as you starved. Emancipated and paler than you should be with your new complexion. You didn't call anyone, friends or family. Not that you had many left after you decided to go off-grid.

Not even your place of work. If you told them what happened, it would be over for you. Your boss was required by law to inform authorities of any “incidents” involving monster attacks. In your case, they would send someone from the Night Council to retrieve you. A fledgling without a sire is a disaster waiting to happen. You'll either be assigned to a “foster clan” or put down, depending on certain factors.

You hear that the latter is a common practice, as very few clans will take in a fledgling that isn't their own. Even then, it's not guaranteed that the clan will treat you well.

It's better to wither away, you tell yourself. Don't be a problem. Don’t be a burden.

Of course, your boss noticed your absence long before a month. The old man, a faun, had immediately taken a shine to you when you first walked in his shop, “Pots and Kettles”. You, a small thing, asking if he was hiring two years ago, perfectly timed after one of his employees moved out of town. You, one of his best baristas at the café, suddenly gone, without a call or a letter or a note.

Sweet and silent as you are, your missing presence was mourned.

He goes to your cottage within the week, ready to knock upon your door when he smells it. Like copper and rot, it lingers in the doorway. He calls for you, worried for your well-being, your health, you.

“Go away,” you tell him, your voice weak and quiet. “I'm unwell.” When he asks what happened, he's met with silence. He assumes the worst, and he's ready to put his training into use.

But he stops himself. If he calls the Night Council…

No, he won't do that to you. And he won't let you wither away.

You need care, support, and guidance, and he knows just the people to give it to you. They owe him a favor anyway. The old faun just hopes the contacts are still the same after so long.

It was two weeks later.

You're practically skin and bones. Your softness and weight, gone. Your eyes, deep crimson and sunken in. Your fangs, constantly itchy and in pain. And your stomach feels like blades, twisting and jabbing to carve out room for a meal that will never come.

Turns out that starving only amplifies the bloodlust, frantically urging the body to feed for nourishment. Yet despite the agonizing hunger and the creeping madness, you will yourself to remain home. Still wrapped in your bed sheets and letting yourself go to waste.

That was the plan.

Until a knock at your door sounded. Possibly the Night Council, you assume. Boss must’ve called them.

Not wanting to delay the inevitable, you force yourself off the bed, keeping the bedding wrapped around your body as you slowly creep to the front window. Peeking through the curtains, you see four gentlemen in odd gear. The one in the skull-plated mask catches your attention first.

They aren’t from the Night Council.

Another knock from the man in front then your name. “We know you’re at the door, kid. Just open up.” He’s got well-groomed chops and blue eyes with wisdom far beyond his visible years.

Enter the 141, a subclan of the MacMillan House. The old faun, a soldier in his youth before the brass booted him with honorable discharge, knew them in passing. The four men, with decades to centuries under their belt, were also let go, but they stayed in service with their loyalty to Lord MacMillan.

John Price, the elder and Captain, yet MacMillan's youngest. Simon Riley, Lieutenant and right-hand, second-oldest. Johnny MacTavish, Sergeant and tracker, a few decades younger than Simon. And the youngest, Kyle Garrick, also Sergeant and John's only progeny.

Countless years on and off the battlefield brought more than just friendship between them. It gave love, stability, and belonging. Which you would definitely be better off with.

next Masterlist

[oimitocat]

HEATED SHEETS | SKZ

ot8! (separately) x m!reader

omegaverse + nsfw + headcannons + 9th member reader! + mating cycles + breeding + cum inflation + biting

BANG CHAN—

chan is nurturing.

he always makes sure you’re hydrated not because you also do that to him while he’s in heat but because alphas tend to get dehydrated faster

he knows your stamina, so he’s always prepared and makes sure the two of you have enough towels and wipes for clean up

he himself had failed his biology, having taken suppressants and such- hence he doesn’t produce much slick even on the highest of arousal days. even in rut you make sure you use some lube (well, he pours it on you and you rub it in)

you ALWAYS mark him when you’re in rut, you’re territorial- leaving hickeys, scratches, fingerprints, all that sort. sometimes it does get overwhelming- especially because he’s so pale, it’s noticeable.

chan winces when you chomp down on his shoulder. you had already licked and sucked all over his collarbone and neck.

��alpha,” he whines, realizing you’re extremely territorial this cycle.

“mine,” you growl, trailing down to his inner thighs.

if there’s anything that embarrasses but also arouses chan- it’s when even in your rut- you prefer to go down on him. your eyes are always predatory and lock in with his as you eat him out regardless of if he’s oozing slick or not and if your load is dripping out of him.

you’re less vocal during rut, only grunting and groaning, nuzzling into him and scenting

he doesn’t like when you try to fuck him outside of the bed/nest — he already has enough back problems

LEE MINHO—

this little shit gives you a headache even during rut

he goes deep into the predator and prey thing, always trying to get away and making you fight a knot in him

he honestly gets excited when he sees you so rough and desperate. he likes a little pain (read: he loves pain)

due to this, you always make sure you push multiple loads in him before he somehow gets away again

while your knot if going down, he likes to feed you

his inner thighs are sticky from slick and cum, slippery on the side of your hips as he sits on your knot. your eyes are narrowed down on him, your alpha preening at how beautiful your omega is. you can’t help but growl out of pleasure when you see the little bump in his stomach from the amount of cum you’ve pumped into him.

“open,” he says as he scoops up another bit of yogurt.

your hands grabs his knees and spread his legs apart. his little dick sitting on your abdomen, spent and soft. slick and cum glimmering on his inner thighs.

he blushes, closing his legs again. “no idiot! mouth! open mouth!”

despite his teasing tactics, he does let you fuck him anywhere and everywhere

SEO CHANGBIN—

oh your rut with changbin? always ends up with you either making him a total mess or instigating a flash heat (read:a/n at bottom)

he can never walk straight afterwards, mostly because he just can’t say no to you. you fuck him anywhere and everywhere.

you love his thighs, marking them up every single time

you love messing with him even in rut

your knot is still very latched on to his rim. he’s trying to be relaxed, eyes closed as he takes soft breathes. you love seeing your omega full with you, under you. but you also like having him cry.

you pull away a bit, his rim tugging at your knot and he jolts and cries out. “Y/N!”

you frown. he notices.

“a-alpha. no, that hurts.”

you do let him go out the room, proud of the marks on his body for people to see

he knows the pack won’t touch him, so you rest while he goes out the room for a meal and bring you some back

you totally ignore his complaints when your rut is over

HWANG HYUNJIN—

hyunjin is awkward. not as much as the first time you shared your rut with him, but sometimes he’s just there and he can’t think of what to do

he does let you put him in all positions but you like doggy style, the arch of his back is beautiful, must be a dancer thing

he does get overwhelmed easily, so when he begs you to stop you listen

one thing he loves is how you play with his nipples

“drink,” he says as he hands the water bottle to you.

you grimace but obey, chugging the bottle down in mere seconds. he watches you for a while before fixing the nest, changing the sheet underneath the two of you to a cleaner one. he’s more to cuddle and scent than have sex day and night.

you don’t mind, you like changing the scent of distress in hyunjin’s scent to a happy one. you sometimes over-scent him and your strong rut pheromones stay on him up to two days after your rut is over.

he doesn’t really like when you knot him, if your rut lasts, lets say, four days, you can only knot him twice a day.

but he does like when you cum inside. (a/n)

HAN JISUNG—

an absolutely cry baby. he likes being overstimulated, but he cries over it

you love picking him up and pounding into him on the wall.

your tiny omega is always flush with sweat and marks. you love licking his sweat, he hates it but he doesn’t really complain

sometimes he tries to crawl away but having you cuff him by the neck and pin him down is such a turn on to him

honestly he forgets to eat so he has to set alarms for him to remember the two of you need to eat and drink.

“ngh, y/n-“ he groans when you rub your hand over the bulge in his stomach.

your grin is sadistic, your dick pounding into him but the bulge prominent enough to touch. jisung squirms under you, realizing you have every means to make him overwhelmed again.

he always comes untouched when you’re in rut. and he’s so, so close again when his alarm goes off and he realizes you two have not eaten all day.

“omega seems pretty full to me,” you tease as you bring his hand to feel the bulge of his stomach.

he definitely makes you choke on your water for that.

also likes it when you fuck him on every surface

LEE FELIX—

makes sure you’re fed and hydrated above everything else

you’re more prone to napping your whole rut away with him

your dick will always be deep in him when you nap, huddled close to him

the only place he’ll let you fuck him outside the nest is the shower or tub

due to the unhealthy diets he’s had to go through, his production of slick is also scarce

“nn,” you grumble into his neck, your hands pushing the back of his knees into his chest.

felix honestly loves the fact that no matter how rut induced you are, you still care for him. it’s natural of course, he is your omega. he likes to watch your dick slide in, a small bulge forming whenever you’re deep inside him. it’s those heated moments that have him produce enough slick, but day and night? he has to depend on lube.

still, you assure him you’re fine with it. the way you tenderly kiss his neck and scent gland speaks of how you’re more than happy that he’s just here with you.

sometimes he’d rather ride you, but it ends with him slamming up into him and doing all the work

KIM SEUNGMIN—

surprisingly, even outside of rut, you were amazed at how much of a cock slut he is

he’ll not just take you anywhere in the room but he’ll take you anywhere

mouth, ass, you just get your rut wave out of the way and he’ll be happy to be of use

he OVERFEEDS you, sometimes he does it on purpose so that you can sleep more

you’re balls deep in him, knocked out and breathing down his nape. there’s a thin blanket over you and him, it doesn’t matter that it’s just you and him in the room, he still gets shy over his naked body.

at first he wanted to keep a shirt on while your rut was in play, but you always ended up ripping it off and marking him up. in the end you settled with a blanket covering him when the two of you were not actively fucking.

fuck him on the floor, in the nest, over the dresser counter, over the sink, in the shower. he’ll love it.

also, he doesn’t like leaving the nest, so he always has bottles of water stashed under a pillow and the mini fridge stocked with food

YANG JEONGIN—

practically in charge of you during your rut

you can’t fuck him unless he openly allows you, he makes sure you rest/sleep good above everything

of course, he does have a high libido, so you go through maybe about 5-7 rounds until he tells you that’s enough for the day

he loves giving you a bath/showering you when you’re in rut

surprisingly , you’re a little pliant when in rut. he learned you prefer him to touch you one way or another and that would be enough. you’d sit between his thighs on a tony stool while he shampoos your head. his pretty hands lathering you up with soap and body-wash.

he’ll sit on your lap in the nest while drying your hair with a towel. sometimes he’ll even sit on your dick while doing it, providing you some sort of sexual content. above everything he’ll let you mark him up.

he’ll probably give you a handjob before going to sleep for the night

the best make-out sessions

a/n: so a flash heat is when an omega is induced into a heat that lasts a day or two. while normal heats last from five days to up to a week. flash heats are caused when the omega is extremely overwhelmed and needs care one way or another. seeking it’s mate for it.

a/n: alphas can choose to either pop a knot or not. knotting simply happens when in means for the omega or beta to be plugged up with their cum in means to “catch” or conceive. an alpha can still orgasm without popping a knot.

[kisakis-boyfriend]

OH SHIT UH baizhu x monster reader because I've been thinking about him lately. maybe something dubcon-y? I love pathetic men whimpering and crying 🎃

Author's Note: My mind went places, y'all… very horny places. 💀

Pairings: Baizhu x male reader

Warnings: Male plant monster!reader, dom/top!reader, sub/bottom!Baizhu, sort of gullible Baizhu, dubcon, handjob, facial, riding, aphrodisiac, mild dumbification

Why he had to run out of this particular herb was beyond him. As if that wasn't annoying enough, his suppliers were out of stock and wouldn't be able to ship him any more. The location of this herb has become increasingly dangerous, and no one could figure out why the men sent to gather these herbs came back… weird, to say the least. Nonetheless, Baizhu needed those herbs to treat his patients.

Was it a stupid idea to travel out there by himself and gather them by hand; yes, most certainly, and Changsheng told him as much, but a doctor's mind is a puzzling thing.

And that's how he ended up here; in the high mountains of Chenyu Vale. Normally, one would expect to run into a few monsters, at the very least, but Baizhu had yet to see a single one during his trek. There were plenty of other creatures, and the foliage didn't seem withered, so it's not as if this place was devoid of life nor on a biological decline—there was simply a lack of danger. Which is a strange occurrence, considering the reports he'd read…

That fact really should be comforting to the frail doctor, but in truth, it made a shiver run down his spine. His eyes nervously scanned over the immediate grassy grounds, hoping to catch a glimpse of the herb he so desperately needed — desperate enough to set foot on this mountain alone.

It took a bit more searching, but the herb in question was flourishing just around the back of one particular mountain. Baizhu carefully made his way towards the area, picking one herb and inspecting it to check its quality and that it was, in fact, the correct herb. Picking a few more, Baizhu comes across one plant that refuses to be plucked — an unusually tough herb, resisting his attempts to yank it out from the dirt.

As he goes to inspect the stem, a soft voice cries out; “U-um… excuse me? Could you help me…?” Looking over his shoulder, the doctor spots a person's head sticking up out of the ground—except their skin has a pale green hue to it, and as this person rises up, he notices how the ground around them shifts; as though the ground is a part of them.

Baizhu turns halfway, cautiously keeping an eye on you as he questions, “…What do you need help with?” The way your body flows effortlessly when you move—creating ripples in the immediate area around your torso—piques Baizhu's curiosity.

“O-oh! Um… it's a little embarrassing, if I'm being honest, sir…” you begin, “As you've probably guessed, I am not a human — think of me as a type of dendro spirit, I guess? Uh, anyways, there's this…ritual, of sorts, that only a human can help me with–”

The whole time you're explaining this predicament of yours, Baizhu keeps a watchful eye on you to make sure you're not tricking him. Even though you come across as rather sheepish.

“…I understand if you don't trust me, I just don't know what else to do…humans don't come around here too often, and the pain has become so much worse–”

“I'll help you.” He interjects. The sparkles in your eyes force him to hold back a chuckle as you thank him a million times over. “Please take me to this plant of yours.”

You excitedly take off, essentially a torso and head gliding halfway inside the ground, while this kind human with green hair trails just behind. Arriving at your destination, Baizhu kneels down, giving you a glance, and you return it nervously.

Baizhu eyes the plant inquisitively, staring at the odd shape and strange fleshy texture of the whole thing.

“Go on, doctor, I-I'm ready…” you prompt, giving the man a shy smile to mask your nerves.

With a quick breath to strengthen his resolve, the doctor raises his hands, wrapping them both around the plant and lightly squeezing it until a wet substance seeps out through the petals. “A-ah! aAh-” you gasp suddenly.

“I'm sorry—did that hurt?!”

You shake your head, nearly whimpering as you try to assure him, “N-no… just surprised me. Your hands… they're a bit cold…”

“My apologies, they should warm up soon enough. Shall we keep going?” Said like a true doctor. This stranger with kind eyes has been nothing but gentle with you so far, helping out a non-human creature whom he only met a few minutes ago, even if he finds your request a tad strange.

More wetness falls down his hands, pouring from the plant the more he squeezes and twists his hands around the elongated object. He experimentally moves his hands to other areas, and when Baizhu's thumbs rub and press on the tip of the plant, you're unable to hold back a sharp intake of air. Your eyes roll back momentarily, and you chomp down on your lower lip to conceal the noises threatening to escape.

The doctor eyes your pained expressions with worry written all over his face. “It's… fine — I'm fine. The pain… is not that bad… please, don't stop, doctor.”

As you wish, Baizhu milks more and more liquid from the plant, creating a pool of it underneath the stem of the plant—gradually creeping towards his knees and threatening to soak his pants. For the most part, it feels and looks like regular water, but there's a faint sensation of stickiness on his palms, close to the surface of the plant.

While this is supposed to be a medical procedure, Baizhu can't help feeling a bit… embarrassed by the whole situation. This plant of yours—it is a bit phallic. Not to mention how the method used to wring out the liquid is akin to… uh, a specific hand movement performed on phallic objects. The suggestive sounds coming from your mouth don't help that either. Baizhu can't ignore you when you moan out “Faster… faster, doctor- aah~ Keep stroking it like that… it's definitely woRKING-!”

The more Baizhu watches himself squeeze the glistening liquid from your plant, the deeper into a trance he falls — soon enough he's fallen so deep that he shamelessly jerks off the phallic plant until the tip opens up and explodes like a volcano; shooting thick, honey-like ropes all over Baizhu's pretty face.

The substance drips all down his features — clumping in strands of hair, clinging to his glasses, dripping from his nose and chin, and even a little sliding into his open mouth. “A-ah! Y-you… you did it… you made me release it all, doctor~” you comment — your words are the only thing penetrating that fuzzy mind of his right now. “Thank you soooo much~ But, could I trouble you with one more thing?” you lean forward, gently holding the doctor's chin so that he can't turn away from you. “Won't you help me again? It's the only way for me to feel all better.”

“Aah…? I don't… understand…” Baizhu breathes, confused and seemingly in a daze. It's such a precious sight to behold, really.

You reach out and slide a hand up and down the doctor's stomach, teasingly pushing his top up a few times before moving towards the edge of his pants. “You'll help me, won't you? You're such a kind doctor, after all~” you remind him. Baizhu's pants are quickly yanked down, removed the rest of the way by vines that the good doctor never noticed before…

With his sensitive areas laid bare for you to see, Baizhu gasps, frozen in place as your hands feel up his waist and thighs, pushing the latter apart so that you can inspect his body. Sliding two fingers towards his rear, you find that special hole humans have and tease around the rim of it. “Aha! There it is. I'm sorry to ask so much of you, but… I really need this right now.”

While he has no idea what you mean, the doctor senses something amiss within your words. Your fingers attempt to push inside of him, and Baizhu clumsily refuses. “I-I don't think… don't think that I can do that, young man… mm ooh~”

Impatiently, you lift him up and pull him towards you, hovering his hole right above the plant he'd previously milked. A little burst of liquid shoots from the tip, splashing against Baizhu's entrance, which startles him. The consistency of the liquid feels just like the substance it coated his face in earlier; thick, sticky, and warm.

While Baizhu's mind tries to resist, his body is doing quite the opposite, already lowering itself down until the tip of the plant is entering his ass. “A-AAH! Wait–!” he begs. But it's too little too late as your phallic plant penetrates him with ease, thanks to that honey-like fluid. The fleshy appendage pushes a wave of liquid inside his hole, and it creates a wet mess all over his ass, thighs, and the ground below as you begin to fuck him.

“Mm doctor… you feel incredible~ Hehe, look at that—this little guy is having fun too~” Baizhu blushes deeply, shaking his head while you watch his cock bounce every time your plant cock thrusts in.

“N-no… please, harder–! This is weird… aah~ so good~ ” the doctor grits his teeth, biting his lower lip as he grows frustrated by his own mouth betraying him. The cutest whimpers are the only sounds coming from his mouth as you continue your assault on his hole, thrusting your plant deeper and deeper. The amount of liquid gushing out of Baizhu's ass is ungodly now; sticky, squelchy, slick fluids that overflow with every thrust, filling his tummy until it hurts with how full it is.

“You're doing amazing, doctor! That terrible ache is almost gone, I j-just need to– guh!” you suddenly slam your hips into him, laughing as a pang of pleasure wracks your body and causes you to bury your cock in him. Your hands fly to his waist, and you bounce the human while he whimpers some more.

Tears begin to roll down Baizhu's cheeks, staining his glasses with a salty film as you release another round of that thick substance; this time inside the doctor's body. You pant wildly, mere inches from his face while your plant cock spreads open inside of his hole, releasing far too much liquid inside his belly.

[yandere-romanticaa]

He never dared to dream that he could find himself in such a position. Dreams were sacred sweetness, a nectar so addicting that one could only stick out their tongue and pray to catch some of its essence, coating their throat and soul in the process.

And yet, here he was. Sitting in a plush, velvet chair, a table filled with all sorts of shiny sweets that his poor eyes could not help but to drown in the goodness of it all. Sunday felt his heart skip a beat once he heard the person across him chuckle, the sound most likely light to any normal person but to him? It was the most delectable sound in the whole universe, richer than any chocolate, more unique than any composer could ever hope to create.

"Do you like it?" asks his little dove, a serene smile on their face as Sunday felt his wings tremble just a bit. Red dusted his cheeks, the occasional feather twitching, as if it wanted to give away just how utterly nervous he was. The sincerity in those eyes, the softness of the touch he was offered, everything about this was beyond heavenly.

And he deserved none of it.

He did not deserve to be sitting here with his heart beating with desire and want. The thorns which encased his soul made sure to leave their mark, constantly reminding him of his place. You deserve this, he would whisper to himself in the dark of the night, the vast sea of stars his only companion and witness to his seemingly eternal misery.

Just when he thought the thorns could prick him more, there came a gentle hand to ease his pain. Every time he felt himself going off the edge, he could feel your honeyed presence soothing his aching soul, telling him that he was not alone, that he did not have to be alone.

The desire to protect only blossomed even more from that moment onward.

A sinner like him had no right to beg for the sweet release of forgiveness. He had no right to ask his dove for anything and every time he tried to pull away, he would only be pushed back into the safety of their arms, caging him in the saccharine embrace.

"Stay!~" his dove would plead, their fingers toying with the edges of Sunday's soft hair.

"I love it when you're close to me Sunday!"

Oh, how was his soul supposed to handle this? How was he supposed to live his life in misery if he was constantly being allowed to have a sense of reprieve with you by his side? He could not flee nor would you let him.

It took him a while to figure out that he perhaps enjoyed this sensation. This buttery, sugary feeling in his heart, this emotion which now held the reign over his bleeding soul.

In that moment of blissful realization, Sunday had come to the conclusion that he was fully and wholly yours. As long as he could stay by your side, it did not matter if he suffered, cried or even bled. It would not matter to him if you even decided to cast him into the fire for your own gain, he would even allow you to mold him once more into the thing you wanted most.

He truly did not mind. As long as he could walk with you, watch over you and guide you on your path, Sunday was a happy man.

[sycamore55]

Hiii can you do a Vi x fem!reader where they are in a long distance relationship? I have this idea that reader surprises Vi by coming to her place saying I'm living in this city from now on. Vi cries like a baby and cuddles Reader all night, they watch movies, they cuddle, maybe they'll make out😉

girlllll I love this sm. I gotchu

Home For Good

Vi x fem!reader

synopsis: after you left your hometown years ago, you finally find a way to come back. the best part of returning? seeing your girlfriend, Vi, who stayed back to take care of her siblings. now, after all these years, you could finally see her in person.

contains: fem reader, long distance girlfriends in an established relationship, higschool friends to lovers before events of this story, modern au, 16+ (no 18+ content but some suggestive stuff).

WC: 2.62k

a/n: hello spectacular homo sapiens. responding to this request, for vi and reader in a long distance relationship. lowkey I did not proofread this so yeah....have fun lmao

August

You sighed, putting the phone down away from you on your desk. You knew she was right. It had almost been an entire year since you had been home. Yes, you had been busy. Maybe, you'd been avoiding seeing your family. Just a bit.

But dammit, you missed Vi.

You'd been her girlfriend for almost four years officially. Things between you two had been going for a while longer than that, starting when you were sixteen and in still in high school.

You could still easily remember when you first met; it was both of your first days of high school. You hadn't known anyone, and Vi, besides her brother Claggor, hadn't either. You'd been paired up with her at random for an icebreaker in class, and she'd been your best friend since then.

Once you met her family, it became a running joke that you spent more time at her house than you did at your own. Which may have been true, but it wasn't like you didn't have a good reason for it. Things with your family weren't exactly.....great. But Vi's family?

They were maybe the most warm people you'd ever met.

And they were nothing like your family.

You learned a few months into knowing her that Vi's parents had died when she was a kid. You didn't exactly know what happened, because she didn't talk about it a lot. But she had a father figure of sorts; Vander, who had been her mother's friend when she was still alive. He'd taken care of Vi and Powder ever since their parents death.

She always referred to him as her father, and to Silco, who also helped take care of them, as her uncle. Mylo and Claggor had lost their respective parents too, were her brothers. Blood didn't matter. What brought them together was the bond that they formed through their shared pain.

Vi's sister, Powder, absolutely adored you. You were always kind to her, and Vi swore up and down that the highlight to her day was when she saw you, and got to show you all the gadget's she'd been building. You already knew Claggor from school, as he was in the same grade as you and Vi. You didn't know Mylo, but you got to know him quickly too. He gave you a harder time than the others, but that was just how he was.

Vander loved you just as much, and the door was always open when it came to you. You spent almost all your afternoons and evenings on weeknights, and practically entire weekends, with her and her family.

The first kiss you shared was about a year into knowing her. It was after school, in the art room. The blob of paint that Vi had accidentally smeared on your shirt when it happened was still there to this day. Sometimes, when you were feeling especially lonely or lost without her, you put that shirt on.

You wished things had wrapped up neatly from there, and you had spent the time with her admitting that you were happy and in love. What actually went down was almost two years of a weird, on again-off again, situation where conveniently neither of you had to verbalize how you actually felt.

Flash forward to senior year, and you decided to apply early to college. You found out winter of senior year that you got in. And when Vi found out, she finally worked up the courage to ask you to be her girlfriend. And of course, you said yes immediately.

You spent eight happy months together as a couple before you left for college. Vi was taking some classes at a local school, but she felt too much responsibility for her family to leave Zaun. Instead, she spent her free time working with Vander at the bar he ran, the Last Drop.

You used to come back to visit for every single break and long weekend you got. But as you got further along, and found a regular, stable job at a local diner, you had less and less time. You hadn't seen Vi in almost a year now.

You really wanted to. Of course you did. But you had to think about your future now, about getting into a career that would give you a comfortable life.

And although you hadn't told her yet, you wanted more than anything to share that future with Vi.

October

The last semester had been hell.

After you had talked to Vi in August, before the semester started, you thought for a while about what you should do next. Your solution?

Overload your credits and courses to graduate a semester early.

Was it practical? No.

Were you functioning? Barely.

Would it be worth it? Absolutely.

So in a couple months, you would be headed home for good this time. The other part of your decision was that you had found an opportunity for a job somewhat close to an apartment, that was five blocks from the Last Drop.

Needless to say, it had been a week since you'd slept more than four hours. You were barely awake and functioning as is. But with most of the planning out of the way, you just had to focus on finishing up your classes before you left.

Now, it was waiting that was the hard part. That, and fighting the urge to just blurt out your whole plan to Vi. You wanted to make it a surprise for her. You knew she could definitely use it.

Vi had a tendency to push herself far past her limits, and put on a brave face for everything. That, or she'd punch her way through her emotions until she could function again.

She'd basically lived in her boxing gloves, besides the punching bag settled in the corner of her bedroom during the rougher moments in life. You understood it. And you'd promised to never judge her for it. But you always worried whenever it got harder to get her to talk with you about her emotions.

November

The last exams that you'd be taking before graduation were approaching. And boy were you feeling the pressure.

The hours upon hours of studying would all pay off once you could graduate, and finally go back home. You honestly hadn't even known if you would want to spend your life in the same town you grew up in.

When you and Vi were still teenagers, you'd spend hours sitting on the roof of the Last Drop, talking about what the future might have in store for both of you.

During the two years where what you and Vi were had been unclear at best, you spent even more time there. That rooftop had been witness to many romantic moments, stolen kisses, fights, and reconciliations.

Vi told you all about her dreams. She also told you about her burdens, and how responsible she felt for her siblings. Her dad had always expected her to be responsible, and for all the good that he had done for her, he had instilled the idea that what happened to her siblings was her responsibility.

You always reminded her that being the oldest daughter didn't mean she had to take care of everyone else. Some days it got through to her. Some days, there was no changing her mind.

She was so stubborn. Always had been. But there was an element to that, which made her impossible not to fall in love with.

God, you were so in love with her that it physically hurt to be separated. All you wanted right now was to hug and kiss her until you were both out of breath.....and maybe do some other things too.

But it'd have to wait until December, when you finished your exams. Then, you could finally go to really, truly be with her.

December

The plan was set.

With Powder's help, you had got everything in place. She would get Vander, Mylo, Claggor, Vander, and Silco all together for dinner with Vi. She said her boyfriend Ekko was also coming, and that they were the only ones in on it.

You had taken your final exam that morning. Assuming everything went well, which you were fairly confident it had, you would be all set to make the big move back home.

Your new apartment was waiting, so once you got there, you'd drop your stuff (and hopefully get a quick shower and change of clothes) before you went over to the Last Drop.

The flight went quickly. So did the taxi ride to your new apartment. You got an hour to yourself to get your stuff inside and get somewhat set up. You didn't have any furniture yet, but you had a feeling you'd be spending the night at Vi's anyways.

You got a quick shower and changed into an outfit that you had picked especially for this night. You redid your hair and makeup, putting some extra finishing touches on the look.

And then you were off.

About five minutes before you got to the Last Drop, Powder called you to let you know that everyone was sitting at a table in the back, so to sneak up on the table, you should take go in the front and then go around the bar counter.

The door creaked exactly the way you'd remember it as you pushed it open. In what had almost been two years, the bar had hardly changed. You immediately spotted Powder sitting by Ekko at a table in the back, like she had said. Her face lit up when she saw you, but she quickly pulled it into a neutral expression, focusing back on the conversation at the table.

You saw Vander and Silco sitting at either end of the table. Mylo and Claggor's heads were turned away from you, but you recognized them by their hair. Sitting beside them was Vi.

Your heart fluttered in your chest when you saw her. Her hair had grown out, and you could see the new tattoo that she'd sent you a photo of peeking out from behind her hoodie.

Jesus, you forgot how much you missed her.

As you approached the table, you caught Vander's gaze for a second. You quickly pressed your finger to your lips, and he nodded slightly, giving you a knowing smile. The closer you got, the more of the conversation you could pick up on.

"I told you, it wasn't me that time1" Powder protested.

"Riiiight. Of course it wasn't," Mylo argued back.

"It was both of you. Now can we be done with this please?" Claggor sighed.

"He's right. Besides, this was years ago," Vander said firmly.

"What makes you think that would make them let it go?" Silco chuckled.

"Yeah, we all know they're not going to," Vi laughed.

"Definitely not," you finally interjected. Powder, Vander, Silco and Ekko smiled as Vi whirled around, her jaw practically dropping when she saw you.

"Hey, Vi," you smiled. Mylo and Claggor looked back, their faces lighting up as they saw you.

"Holy shit," she whispered, covering her mouth with her hand. You laughed softly, covering your own mouth, and your wide smile. She quickly stood up, and you opened your arms to her as she practically tackled you in a hug.

She wrapped her arms around your waist tightly, lifting you off the ground and spinning you around. You wrapped your arms around her neck, hugging her back just as tightly. You'd almost forgot how fantastic it felt to hold her. And now that you were there again, holding her, you thought that you never wanted to let go.

"You're really here," she murmured into your shoulder.

"Surprise," you whispered back. She pulled back slightly to look you in the eyes as she loosened her hold, setting you back down.

"How long- when did you- god, I have so many questions," she chuckled, the relief in her voice clear.

"Yeah, I know. I just wanted to make it a surprise for you," you replied.

"It was making me anxious- and it wasn't even my surprise," Powder's voice came from behind the two of you. You gave her a quick hug, and a smile.

"Thanks for helping me make it work," you told her.

"Wait, you were in on it?" Vi asked, her eyes widening slightly.

"Yeah..." she admitted. "And Ekko. But only because I had to tell someone, or I'd go crazy."

"Well, it's a pretty good surprise," Vi said. You smiled back at her as the rest of the family stood up to greet you. When you finally sat down beside her, you squeezed her hand under the table.

Vander had made dinner for everybody, and when your stomach grumbled (at an embarrassingly loud volume), you realized just how hungry you were. Dinner was delicious. You held Vi's hand the entire time, as you talked with her, and caught up with the rest of her family as well.

When you were done, Vi told Vander that the two of you wanted to spend some time by yourselves. Despite the immediate teasing from....pretty much everyone, Vander agreed that it would be good for the two of you to have some time for yourselves. So you finished up quickly, before heading back to her bedroom.

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The second the two of you were alone, her lips were on yours in an instant.

Her hands travelled down your body, as if she was re-committing every part of your body to her memory. She slammed the door behind the two of you, immediately gripping your thighs to pick you up. You quickly wrapped your legs around her waist, and the both of you toppled onto the bed.

Her lips moved against yours feverishly, like she was breathing air for the first time in years. Your hands moved into her hair, and she groaned into the kiss.

When the kiss finally broke, both of you were breathing heavily. She placed her hands by your shoulders, hovering over you.

"I was kinda planning to crash here tonight," you said, looking up at her.

"I'd be kind of offended if you didn't, honestly," she replied, smirking down at you.

"That might involve me borrowing pretty much everything."

"Well, it's a good thing I still have that hoodie you like then." She sat down on her bed, leaning backwards slightly. "It's hanging up in the bathroom if you want."

"I'm definitely taking you up on that." Vi rolled of you and sat up, as you pushed off the bed and went to grab the hoodie from off the hook, pulling it over your shoulders. Vi watched carefully as the sweatshirt fell over your body, and you shook your hair out of it.

"I almost forgot how much I like seeing you in my clothes," Vi grinned at you.

"Well, I almost forgot how much I like wearing them." You slowly made your way back over to Vi's bed. Vi patted her thigh, smirking as you crawled onto her lap, straddling her.

"I have another surprise for you," you murmured to her.

"Mhm? What's that?" she asked, her hands moving down her sides.

And so you told her all of it. About graduating early, the job you had found nearby, and most of all, the apartment nearby.

"So, what do you think?" you asked her, with a tinge of nervousness in your voice. Suddenly, she flipped you over on the bed, pinning your wrists in one hand.

"I think you're perfect," she murmured, pressing a kiss to your jaw.

"I missed you so much," you murmured to her. She smirked down at you.

"Baby, I'm gonna show you just how much I missed you."

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end note: tysm @llllzn9090 for requesting this! I'm still accepting reqs so if you have one, drop it! ILY

[kiyoomisluvr]

I have 2 words:

Simon + protective

Maybe they go to a bar, and some sleezy mf tries to fw reader, and Simon basically just kicks his ass and reader is like 😍😍😍

🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️ that would work on me, unfortunately

ugh, imagine…

you and simon headed out for drinks, little night out to soothe his stress from recent deployment—and just some alone time for you two to bond and catchup.

you notice it a few times, a man’s eyes darting over to you and simon, but think nothing of it. it’s not unusual, perhaps he’s just in a daze, full of alcohol and probably some sort of drug, you brush it off.

but when simon leaves you; he’s quick to slip over and grope your thigh, flashing a big, dirty smile as he sits on the creaky stool in the pub.

“come on, darlin’, gives’a show, will you?”

“no, sorry. i’m taken,”

but, after a few pushes and refusals, he grows annoyed. his hand reaches up for you hair—before he cries out at the sudden pain on his wrist, the large palm squishing it to bits.

“lay off.”

within seconds, the man’s nose was covered in blood and he was sobbing, haphazardly scurrying off with his risk between his legs and simon leant over to manoeuvre you off of the wood, kissing your cheek as you practically crooned over him.

“come on,” the man said gruffly, throwing a tenner onto the countertop.

once the two of you get home, he’s quick to help you change and you wash his bloody knuckles, mumbling praises to him—stroking his shivering cock as a reward for being such a caring boyfriend.

[moonstruckme]

Hey girl 💖 Would love a comfort fic with James or poly!Marauders after r had a really bad day? Just cuddles and comforting words. Sure most of us need it right now 💖

Thanks for requesting my love <3 I did try to make this seem like it could just be about any bad day but for my US babes and anyone else that's going to be affected by the election, I really hope you're doing okay and I hope we're all okay over the next few years. Even if we don't all have a James to comfort us, we can still be there for each other <3

James Potter x fem!reader ♡ 607 words

You’re in bed when James finishes brushing his teeth. He can see your shoulders shaking underneath the covers. 

His chest aches as he goes to you. It’s not the first time you’ve cried today and it probably won’t be the last for a while, all your hurt and anger and grief compounding on you as time goes on. James gets into bed and twines his arms around your middle. He presses his nose into your warm cheek. 

“It’s going to be okay,” he murmurs. 

Your sobs worsen, and you turn, face to his chest and arms reaching around him with an unthinking neediness. You don’t believe him. 

“It is.” He kisses the top of your head firmly, hugging you closer. You seem like you need a bit of solidity right now. “You’ll be alright, sweet girl. I’ve got you.” 

James lets you cry. Your sniffles grow thick, James’ chest under your face wet with tears and snot. He wonders if your head hurts from how much you’ve wept today, makes a mental note to get you some water in the morning if he can’t manage it tonight. Your whole body shakes with deep, aching sobs. 

“I’m sorry,” you say after a while, words jolting. “I can’t—I keep thinking in circles.” 

“Baby, it’s okay.” James rubs your back. He hates to see you upset, but he wouldn’t begrudge you it. You’ve had a day. As much as he wishes he never had to see you cry, he feels grateful that you’d do it with him. “It’s okay to be sad for a little while.” 

“I know. I know, but—” Another series of sobs jostles their way out of you, painful sounding. Your voice quiets to a tight whisper. “I just can’t stop.” 

James swallows the blockage in his own throat, making big, sweeping circles over your back. “Do you want a little distraction?” he offers. 

You nod into his chest. 

“Okay.” He thinks for a second. “Well, tomorrow, I thought we might go to the bookstore if you’re feeling up to it.” He pauses, waiting to see if this is what you want. When you don’t make a sound he continues. “We could make a day of it. There’s that Thai place you like nearby, so maybe we grab some takeaway, sit and read in the park…” You make a snuffling sound against his chest, and James gives you a squeeze. “Yeah?” 

“Yeah.” Your voice is stuffy and sad, but calmer. “That sounds nice.” 

“I glanced at the weather report earlier.” He drops a kiss on your head. It coaxes you into looking up at him. Your eyes are wet and puffy, but James smiles at you, pinching your nose clean gently. “It’s supposed to be nice out. We’ll probably need our coats, but still, not too bad. You could break out those new socks you got.” 

You smile wobbily. “It feels like sort of a silly thing to be excited about now,” you say softly, “socks.” 

“That’s what I love about you, though.” James holds your face and gives in to kissing wherever the urge strikes him, your skin warm and tacky. “You’re always finding things to be excited about, that make you happy. I love that. It’s the little things, right?” 

You sniffle. You’re far from happy now, but you’re settling. “I guess.” 

“It’s nice when it’s the big things too, of course,” he concedes, “but for tomorrow I can still get my girl a book and a takeaway. Right? Okay?” 

“Yeah.” You kiss him, salt on both of your lips. “Yeah, okay. Thanks, Jamie.” 

“You’ll be okay,” he promises you again. “I’ve always got you.”

[mononijikayu]

city of loving angels — gojo satoru.

angel! satoru who was assigned to be your guardian angel.

angel! satoru who thinks about how it's his duty to keep you safe from all unseen harm.

angel! satoru who doesn't understand human emotions or senses and yet still finds it interesting

angel! satoru who watches you, a doctor, lament to yourself in silence at your failure to save your patient.

angel! satoru who becomes transfixed in your daily life, trying to understand everything your expressing and saying. every feature of emotion, of relief— what your smile and tears mean.

angel! satoru who thinks about how many times he's asked human beings what their favorite thing in life is and yet none of them satisfied him more than just watching you express things he couldn't understand.

angel! satoru who finally reveals himself to you and found how you were kind to him the moment you saw him.

angel! satoru who thinks there's something about you, with how warm your hands are and how genuine your smiles are.

angel! satoru who thinks that every bit of his long, immortal life has become consumed by wanting to spend it looking at you.

angel! satoru who thinks that if there is anything worth doing, it would be protecting you from the uncertainty of life.

angel! satoru who meets masamichi yaga, his old mentor in heaven who was your patient in the hospital.

angel! satoru who is surprised but he thinks that its been a long time since his old mentor had fallen from heaven.

angel! satoru who is surprised that his old mentor didnt fall from grace but chose to leave and live a human life.

angel! satoru who asked what sort of life would that look like, thinking about you. his old mentor smiled and said, that human life is everything.

angel! satoru who returns to heaven and says that he can no longer serve the father when all he can think about the paradise of serving you.

angel! satoru who is no longer quite an angel, returns to the human world and starts to be overwhelmed by feelings.

angel! satoru who is no longer ignorant of what it means to be consumed by love, by humanity, by you.

angel! satoru who comes to you at the hospital and brings a bouquet of flowers as a gift.

angel! satoru who notices how lovely that scarlet blush was against your soft, supple skin.

angel! satoru who asks you if you'd like to have dinner with him that night.

angel! satoru who feels his heart beat wildly for the first time when he heard you say yes.

angel! satoru who lives his life devoted to you and taking care of you in all the ways he knows how.

angel! satoru who thinks that there is no regrets when it comes to leaving, because he is finally living, as he should, with you.

angel! satoru who thinks that he would love to just do laundry and taxes with you for the rest of your mortal lives.

angel! satoru who thinks about how he would like to go on and marry you one day.

angel! satoru who realizes that there are things he could not protect you from.

angel! satoru who finds out from you that you were diagnosed with terminal illness and that there is no cure.

angel! satoru who is devastated at the thought of losing you when he had just gotten to be with you.

angel! satoru who is comforted by your loving arms as he cried over and over about how he can't save you.

angel! satoru who starts to think that he should have stayed an angel, so he could have guided you back to health.

angel! satoru who thinks he should have loved you from afar so that you didn't have to be ill.

angel! satoru who stops thinking that when you tell him that his love being yours is what gave your life meaning.

angel! satoru who can't help but be overwhelmed with love for you when you tell him that no matter what, he was the best of life itself.

angel! satoru who devotes his entire self, his love, his soul, what remains of your life.

angel! satoru who lets himself put away the grief and pain to try and make you smile everyday.

angel! satoru who wonders how he could ever let you go knowing that he loved you too much.

angel! satoru who could sense everything knowing that today was that day.

angel! satoru who stays with you in bed all day, taking in the warmth of that last good day.

angel! satoru who felt your sweet tender kisses on his neck as you wrapped your arms around him.

angel! satoru who took in your weak voice speaking those sweet little lies, those sweet little nothings.

angel! satoru who asked you what your favorite thing in life was and you smiled at him and replied that it was him. because he loved you.

angel! satoru who watched you slipped away as you leaned closer to his embrace.

angel! satoru who could only be inconsolable as he held you even closer knowing your warmth will depart soon.

angel! satoru who holds your funeral and only a few had come but that didn't matter because he was there.

angel! satoru who gets a visit from angel! suguru as he watched him unfold in rough grief.

angel! satoru who looks up when angel! suguru asks him if all this suffering, this grief, this loss — if it was all worth it.

angel! satoru who looks at your memorial photo and laughs at the question angel! suguru asked him.

angel! satoru who without hesistation says that everything was worth it, because he was human with you.

angel! satoru who was so happy because he got to experience being so very loved by you.

angel! satoru who looks at angel! suguru and said that he had no regrets because everything was perfect even if it wasnt.

angel! satoru who looks at an appalled angel! suguru and continues to smile back, telling him that one day he'll understand.

angel! satoru who witnesses the first dawn of life without you in his life that morning.

angel! satoru who yells out a loud thank you, that he was human, that he was ever allowed to be one.

angel! satoru who starts crying and smiling all at once because he knows you heard him from above.

angel! satoru who promises to live on, because you know one day, you'd love to hear all the stories of his long life when you meet again.