#dont worry sway its keeping me up too

[mondaymelon]

— 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ! ₊˚ෆ | albedo, xiao, childe x gn!reader

— cw: reader thinks theyre in a one sided love, accidental confessions + d r u g s, ig? do love potions count as that. these potions dont create fake feelings, they just amplify the affections he already has for you !! fluffy :)

[ The very man you've been longing for has finally fallen in love with you !? Ah, no... Instead, does it have to do with this mysterious pink elixir they've drunk? ]

"Oh? This shade..."

ALBEDO's eyes glitter with the glass' reflections, holding the test tube up against the light. The pink fluid within sloshes inside its confinements, shimmering in the sun's rays. "Strange." With his free hand, he whips out his pencil and pad, busy writing down notes in small handwriting, evenly spaced and well lined. "This formula should've been for a health recovery potion, which is red... How come the color is so light?"

"'Bedo, I'm here." Your voice rang into the previously quiet laboratory as you fling the door open, the invading wind carrying flakes of snow along with it. The blonde's eyes narrows at the sight of the inconvenience, dipping his head in silent greeting as he walks over and closes the door behind you. "What are you doing holed up here today too?"

"More work matters." He's about to close his mouth, already moved on from the brief conversation, but instead perks up, eyes rounding the slightest. "Ah, do you think you could offer some assistance?"

"Assistance?" You trail after him, eyeing the various ongoing experiments on the other tables, up until your eyes land on the practically glowing liquid that emanates a honey-like smell. "What, do you want me to drink that?"

Albedo immediately shakes his head. "No, there's no need to endanger your safety like that. I'll do the honors of consuming it, but I'd appreciate it if you could take some observations and write them down. Is that alright with you?"

A part of you was almost surprised at the relationship "progression", if one could even call it that. You had had your eye on Albedo ever since you had managed to get yourself lost in these mountains, only to stumble upon his lab at your wits end, helplessly shivering and lashes decorated with frost. He had nursed you back to health, and then provided directions back to Mondstadt... Since then, you had made it a habit to frequently visit the quiet male, whether providing just some company or bringing a snack or two, you just wanted a way to show your thanks! Somehow, somewhere along the line, you had developed feelings for him, feelings that you were rather sure he'd never be able to reciprocate.

"That... That seems doable enough?" You blink, hesitantly grabbing the pen that lay on the desk. "Just... ah- you should worry for your own health too, y'know?"

Albedo glances at you, taking the tub in his hands. "I'll be fine." And down it goes. Silence, at first, then his legs sway beneath him. You let out a noise of surprise, instantly moving to offer support, but the male manages to steady himself on the table, instead holding his hand out to keep you away. "Aha... oh, so it was that kind of concoction..."

Sensing the exasperation in his tone only alights more concern. "Is it dangerous? H-Hey, let's lie you down somewhere, and then we can-"

Your worries are effectively silenced as his... lips fall upon yours, jewel-like irises that shone with almost unnoticeable hearts, both his hands cupping your face in a touch so delicate you could've sworn it was never there, and the warmth from his pale, burning skin..

And just like that, you heard the usually level-headed and composed alchemist cursed under his breath for the first time. "No, it wasn't supposed to be like this-"

A shy flush left kisses on his features. He had always waited for the right time for his moves, albeit unnatural ones. It was far easy acting with equations and predicted outcomes, but you... you were something so natural, you made him thoughtless so effortlessly. It took him every effort to allow his usual expression to remain on his face, to not voice his feelings. Not now, he'd chide to himself. I'm not ready.

"...A-Albedo, what..." Stupid as you may be, it'd be impossible not to realize it, especially with the way his usually cool skin flamed with heat. "...A fucking love potion?" You touched a finger to your lips, still stunned.

"I'm sorry." He's ashamed, for being unable to control himself under the potion's influence. "The antidote, it's on the table." Dutifully, you hand it to him, your fingers brushing against his in the process.

"Ah-"

"I like you."

It hurts, to hear him say those words that you've been wishing to hear for far longer than you care to admit. "...What? 'Bedo, c'mon, drink the antidote, and then we can hold a proper conversation. You're not in your right mind right now."

"I've already drunken it." Was the moment now? The empty glass falls from his hand and onto the table, rolling to a still. "I like you."

"...What? No, is the cure not working or something, what is-" It couldn't be, but his turquoise-eyed gaze was clear.

"Must I state it once more? I love you." ₊˚ෆ

"Just what is it you have you brought me?"

XIAO's brows furrow with discontentment... or rather, disinterest. You were a peculiar mortal, it was an easy enough fact to gather from his encounters with you. And while he didn't find himself particularly delighted when you appeared, calling it annoyed would be a bit of a stretch. It's a flicker of a thousand emotions at once across the mask of his expression, all but one of them displayed for your viewing - indifference.

His golden, cat-like pupils stare down the small vial you've procured and gifted him, narrowing with suspicion in your growing silence. He prompts once more, "This is?"

"Hmm, think of it as a gift?" You chuckle sheepishly, recalling the rather shady conversation you had days prior, in a small store hidden away in the very edge of the city market.

"Dearest customer, perhaps you'd like this product? It's very popular amongst the young city goers these days, and I have a feeling you've been looking for something similar."

...A scam? "Sorry, I'm not interested-"

"It works. You're in love with someone, right?"

"How did you-"

"There's this distant look in your eyes. I see it all the time. Now, if you'll just purchase this..."

And just like that, you had been probably swindled into buying a likely useless product off of his hands. At the very least, you could use it to hold a brief conversation with the aloof adeptus who often decided to not turn up at all. "It's... a thank you gift for protecting Liyue all these years...?" In the corner of your vision that greatly encompasses a wonderful view of your shoes, you spot the unwavering features of Xiao's face give the slightest waver.

"There's no need to thank me." He says it all apathetically, yet accepts the gift. "You still have yet to answer my question, however. Of what nature is this object?"

"Ah... well, you see, I don't exactly know either? You could call it a local specialty, of sorts..." You weren't exactly lying, were you? You didn't know what it was, although by it's heart-shaped container and pinkish color you could likely wager a guess or two... but it was better to remain ignorant. At least that way, you wouldn't be to blame if anything unfortunate occurred.

Oh, but was such a term the correct word to describe such a happening? Had it all gone "wrong" the moment you bought the suspicious thing, or was it when you handed it to him, watching him drain the container of its fluid? Either way, something found its way inside your heart the moment the adeptus set the glass down with enough force to hear the sound of its surface fracturing into thousands of spiderwebbed lines.

"The glass... Xiao, are you alright?" You stepped forward worryingly upon seeing the adeptus clutch his forehead with his hand, eyes fluttered shut. Don't tell me... holy shit, was it the real deal? I'm so fucked.

"You..." His voice was deep, husky, almost with a raspy note as his eyes opened to reveal his sharp amber eyes. "What did you just give me? What are you doing to... me?" He grew silent as his slight stumbling paused, a hand gripping the balcony railing for tentative support.

When you met his gaze again, his eyes shone. Gold, no longer, but rosy pink, adorned with bright pupils cut in the shape of hearts. His breaths left small clouds of white that escaped his mouth with every quickened exhale against the cold air, yet despite the chill, his cheeks and ears were dusted with an almost feverish red.

You shake your head, wanting to step closer but growing afraid. Fuck, just how were you supposed to explain yourself? After pursuing your pathetic, so-called "advances" towards the man in hopes of one day achieving a level of intimacy, in longing of hearing those three, beautiful words part from his open lips... Ah, but you've screwed it all up now, haven't you? You might as well have fed him poison. "N-No, I didn't think it would actually-"

"I love you."

It's quiet.

Or perhaps its thunderous. That is, the sound of your heart in your ears, pounding without any heed of the absolute mess of emotions coursing through your veins at the moment. This wasn't right. He didn't love you, not in the way you loved him. An illusion, this was, a painful ploy that would do nothing to sway his heart.

"...No, no." You shake your head, taking a step back, too ashamed to meet his eye. "Xiao, you don't. It's... I'm sorry.""

"No, I do love you."

What? His eyes, his astonishingly gilded eyes, they've rid themselves of their hearts, yet the words still remain in his mouth.

You blink your eyes once, and then once more. "This…?"

"Adepti are naturally immune to such a thing. To fall for such petty tricks would be foolish to the highest degree. Despite this..." Xiao sidled closer, a hand covering the lower half of his face. "Does that mean... you wanted me to love you?"

Would he leave you if he knew?If such a thing could be possible. Unbeknownst to you, the male held some sentiments of the same regard, but how to address them lay far beyond his area of expertise. "And if I did, Xiao? What then?"

"I'm not well versed in the ways of mortals, but surely, I'd do this."

...His lips were soft. ₊˚ෆ

"Ahaha, so it's a gift for me?"

CHILDE grinned with delight, seizing the bottle from your hands into his. "Pink," was his only comment as his eyes swept over the vial. "Is this... valberry juice, or something?"

"Not quite~" You smiled mischievously, aware that no matter how many questions he asked, you'd be partaking in none of them. "Besides, it's more fun if it's a surprise, no?"

"Mmm, but the cute shape of it is making me pretty curious..." Childe's voice trailed off as he ran a single gloved finger across its glass expanse, clearly enjoying himself. "Well, I suppose there's nothing else to do but 'find out', yeah?"

Hmm, would it be a pleasant discovery? You toyed with the idea and he drunk the substance. The sleazy-looking merchant that had sold you such a product had claimed to be a "magician" of some sorts. A bold claim, since you had traveled to the waters of Fontaine in occasions prior and witnessed a true magician in the act - although that was irrelevant. Either way, you had let your curiosity get the better of you, and impulsively bought it just to own the thing. It didn't require a large chunk of your wallet, nor was it completely useless... that is, as long as it was potent. If it wasn't, then you could laugh it off, saying it was something you concocted for the fun of it and he was your test subject, but on the offchance it did...

A guilty expression flitted across your face. You had held feelings for the harbinger since he had been stationed at the harbor, at first only courageous enough to gaze at him from afar, admiring the way his lips curved upwards in a smile and the way the sun's rays reflected across his deep eyes that resembled troubled waters. Somehow, one lucky incident had led to another, and now the two of you were considered friends, yet you longed for something more...

Perhaps this "potion" would help you settle things. It was time you escaped from your daydreams and delusions, time to put your heart to rest. The two of you were friends, and you should be content with just that-

"Damn, this shit is strong." Childe let out a low whistle, and you almost felt inclined to applaud him. "Sweet, too. Not bad."

"...Ha?" You shook yourself out of your stupor. Fuck, who gave him the right to look so pretty doing menial things? "So... You like it?"

"You could say that, but I think I like you more~"

"I'm... sorry?" May the archons remind you to report that man to the Millelith later for witchcraft! "Are you drunk?"

"You're a sly thing, aren't you?" Since when had he gotten so close? "Acting all oblivious now that I've caught you in your act, did you really think I wouldn't notice?" He held the now empty, heart-shaped bottle between his pointer finger and thumb, chuckling. "These things are notorious among the underworld, you know, although I certainly didn't expect this dearest friend of mine to bring such a thing to me... what a riot!"

"Ah..." All the words that you could've said in the moment seemed to fly out of your head, and now you only gaped at him, mouth ajar. "Uhm..."

"You're lucky I've been trained to be immune from 'poisons', if you could call it that. That way, I can say that it wasn't a lie."

"...A lie?"

"I like you."

"Wait, but I- I just did that to you, and you're-"

"What, that? It's funny, if anything... besides, it just shows that you want me as much as I want you, no?" ₊˚ෆ

(a/n) sigh i got burnt out near the end so childe's part is about 300 words short im sorry ginger lovers... </3 happy new year eve (timezones are so weird lmao) !! ill be posting a fic tomorrow for that too most likely sooooo watch out for that ig? it would be ever so cool if you followed me . p le a. se. im like 10 away from a big silly number and id actually give you eternal kisses if you do

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[diejager]

what happens when reader has the baby and:

A) It looks like Horangi which covers the half life.

or

B) It looks like König which exposes the half life.

Cw: DUB-CON/NON-CON, DARKFIC, STEPCEST, age gap, forced pregnancy, kidnapping, silencing someone, tell ,me if I missed any.

A) In this scenario, it would make everything much easier for them to separate you from your mother, your only crutch in your living situation. Despite the shock and slight discomfort of your mother, she’s still proud of you for finding someone who loves and can provide for you while you’re still young and learning, especially since its someone she knows and in both your entourage.

Horangi would be over more often than he used too, stuck to you by the hip while you worked around him during the day and afternoon, seated so close to you, always touching you or always whispering filthy praises into your ears. Your mother was none the wiser, going on with her days as if nothing had changed, as if they hadn’t forced themselves onto you and knocked you up.

It didn’t take much encouragement from both men to have you permanently moved to Horangi’s home, the house beside yours that had been vacant until he moved with König. It was bare and minimalistic, boring even in every aspect —except for your room and the one for your little baby. Yours a softer tone of your colour and your baby’s a very calm and neutral brown and cream colours.

This would be the most favourable situation, you get to stay near your mother, scared, isolated and confined, but still interacting with your mother. You get to see her everyday, to smile and talk to her as much a s you wish and she gets to help you throughout your pregnancy.

B) In this one, König and Horangi’s hands are forced, you’ll have to move away and your mother silenced. You’re terrified and stressed, separated from your mother who just faced the worst thing in her life, the betrayal that flashed through her and the disappointment she felt towards herself for being so blind. You’re torn away from your struggling mother, taken away from her parentage and support to a place where only König and Horangi have access to.

Your mother is permanently silenced, that worried you, but neither men would tell you what they did to her except that she wouldn’t bother you anymore —that only frightened you more and stress was bad for the baby. You’d be without moral or mental support, without anything standing between you and them in their little heaven of a cabin, secluded and well-hidden from prying eyes and curious glances. They made choices, some smart and some idiotic, but they were all done for one reason.

They made it as if you disappeared from the rest of the world, dropping any sort of connection or relation to the outside world to keep you confined to the cabin, locked away with their attention solely placed on you, now that any sort of facade was out of the door. There was nothing to hide now, they would have you walking naked or only in a shirt, caring for your every need and fulfilling your cravings. They dressed and dolled you up, turning you into their pretty, pregnant wife that swayed and waddled with a swollen and heavy stomach.

This would be the worst situation to find yourself in, stolen and uprooted from anything you knew, being forced into a life of unknown and uncertainty. Your only source of human touch and affection are the men that took you away for their own selfish desires.

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[rodolfoparras]

its all fun and games thinking about price until you start thinking about Dragon!Price. What id let that dragon man do to me is horrifying. He'd be so warm and cozy! But also so so so possessive of you! Someone flirts, say goodbye to your ability to walk and say hello to a bunch of marks 👍

Thinking about Price being known as the mean old dragon living in the mountains and all the villagers fear him, have tried to defeat him only to end up dead and those who’ve managed to survive haven’t been able to tell the tale from the sheer shock of surviving the event. One day someone as adventurous or rather someone as foolish as you sets out to meet this dragon only to discover him tucked away in some corner of his cave while baring his claws at you, in an attempt to defend himself.

However you don’t take out your sword to hurt him, matter of fact you sit down on the cold concrete floor, pushing a small offering his way without coming any closer.

You read in one of the ancient books hidden away in the library that if you want to build a connection with a dragon you should try handing it an offer.

Although he’s in his dragon form you can see the confused look on his face, the slight tilt to his head and how his whiskers sway in the air before he approaches closer.

The smell of smoke becomes much prominent, dust raising from the ground as he moves his large body before he swiftly takes the offering in his mouth and quickly returns to his original spot .

He turns to meet your gaze only to see the soft smile on your face as you continue to sit in place.

This goes on for days, weeks, months, you’ll walk all the way to the mountain where the mean old dragon resides bring him offering before leaving for the night.

Despite taking up a dragon form he’s more human than you thought. You see the way his eyes light up when you bring him the fruit he likes, you see the curl of his lip, the smoke coming out his nostrils as if huffing when you reprimand him for eating so quick (you’re just trying to make sure he doesn’t get sick from the way he’s basically inhaling his offerings)

You even see the way he’s grown accustomed to you, sure he won’t try to approach but at least he no longer bares his claws at you.

It’s safe to say that you’ve formed some type of bond with the mean old dragon.

You don’t mention this routine to anyone, keeping it all under wraps while continuously visiting the him so it comes as a surprise when you arrive one day with offerings in your hand only to be met with the sight of the dragon bleeding out.

You drop the basket in hand, red apples falling to the floor and the loud thudding sound catches the dragons attention.

Before you know of it the dragon is lunging at you, only to narrowly miss when you roll away in the last second.

“Hey hey it’s me it’s me” you try to explain but the dragon doesn’t seem to care as it launches another attack your way. This time he manages to get in a scratch but even then you keep your sword tucked away, still trying to talk some sense into the dragon.

“Hey hey look,” you say as you take the sword out of its holder and slide it over to where he stands.

At first you can’t see his reaction, face obscured by the cloud of smoke coming from his nose but when you do you see his head tilted just the same as when you first met him in this cave.

“See? I won’t hurt you” you say with a soft smile on your face even going as far as raising your hands in the air.

The dragon's gaze drops from your face down to the ground and when you follow his eyes you see your own blood dripping down.

“Oh” you say gaze glued back to the dragon again “just a minor scratch dont worry about it” minor was an understatement but despite your blury eyes and the nasoua bubbling up in your gut you make your way over to him.

“You’re hurt too” you say as if the dragon could understand you “let me check on it?”

The dragon doesn’t respond but doesn’t move away either as you steadily approach.

You continue to keep your hands up in the air, soft smile still glued to your face doing your best to be as reassuring as possible as you approach him on shaky legs.

When you go to take a closer look, you see the many scales on his underbelly ripped away and a foreign object jammed into it.

“What happened?” You say to yourself before looking up at the dragon again. “I’m going to try to take it out alright? You say pointing to the wound in hopes of making yourself understood.

Once again the dragon doesn’t respond but doesn’t move away either when you approach.

“Good boy” you whisper to yourself and for the first time since you’ve been visiting this dragon you get a proper look at the many scale that decorate his skin. Although most of them are soaked in blood you can see the gold color that coats them and hues of orange and red scattered about on them. You careful reach a hand out ,neck uncomfortably cranking up to meet the dragons gaze, so far he hasn’t moved away yet and you take it as a positive sign as you grab ahold of the sword and slowly but surely start pulling it out of his underbelly.

The dragon roars not out of fear but out of pain as you continue to pull the sword out of him.

“I know I know just give me a second” you say under a shaky breath using all your strength to finally pull it out of him

Immediately he slumps down, wings protectively covering his lower half as he lets out a sound that is something like a mix of pain and relief. Behind him you see the skeletal remains of what must’ve been a person tempting fate and with the dragons blood on your hands, it’s hard to feel bad for the dead man.

You carefully sit down too and make quick work of ripping a piece of your shirt to use as gauze all while the dragon continues to watch you.

Once you’re all cleaned and wrapped up you smile up at him, and once again he just stares at you without giving much of a response.

“We’re okay”

The two of you continue to be okay days weeks and months after that event.

You even seem to grow closer, and at some point the dragon allows you to touch him. Sure it may be to only attended to minor injuries but progress is still progress.

However it all takes a turn when you go to visit him like you usually do, with a basket of apples in hand and a soft smile on your face that quickly drops along with the basket as you take in the sight of the dragon charging towards you. 

You don’t even have time to react before the dragon is just a hair away from your face and you close your eyes out of instinct , as a frightful sound tumbles past your lips.

However the frightened look quickly turns into one of confusion when you notice that the dragon hasn’t attacked you yet and when you open your eyes you don’t see the mean old dragon standing in front of you but instead it’s a man, completely nude and staring at you with the most beautiful pair of cerulean eyes you’ve ever seen in your life.

“Why do you smell like someone else?”

Spitball w/ me?

[literally-noone83]

Something Childish

Geto×Reader Nanami×Reader

Warning: None.

Word count: Short.

a/n: Trying to keep my pieces smaller, my ideas more manageable (I have about a thousand unfinished works). Anyways, just some unrequited love, babies. My fav. Enjoy babes.

"Wha- Nanamin?!"

"Wait seriously??"

"You like-"

You slap your hand over Gojo's big mouth.

"Could you say that any louder?" you hiss at him.

Like a child whispering gossip at the playground he repeats himself, "You have a crush on Nanamin?"

You tsk your tongue at him, shoving his face back with your whole hand. His piss-poor attempt to lower his voice make your cheeks flush and your brows pinch in frustration.

"What? It's not like he's gonna hear us." Gojo argues, glancing at the convenient store across from them. You three stood by the bared rail that separated ongoing city goers and the busy roads of Tokyo. You gripped at it tightly, refusing to look at either of Geto or Gojo that caged you, or towards the door of the store you knew Nanami and Haibura were in buying snacks.

"He could come out at any moment"

Geto was silent. He noticed the way you swayed, the way you looked so nervous. You were never this nervous, not even on missions.

"Or hear your big mouth from a mile away"

"I can't believe you like emo boy-"

You smack his arm. "Don't call him that"

Your defence for Nanami wasn't unfamiliar. You often stood up for him, as you did for anybody who was teased or judged. Under new light of information, the boys looked to see it was affection. A sudden feeling of stupidity washes over Geto, he should've known.

"Do you... really like him?" He asked.

"No- Yes, I mean... maybe?" You let out a curt sigh, "I don't know, I've liked him for a while..."

Your two best friends glanced at each other before gazing back down to you, they were thinking the same thing.

Geto began gently, warry of your sensitivity. "How come-"

"And you never told us??" Gentleness goes amiss with Gojo, as his questions is more accusing than worried.

"I- it just never came up ok?! Its not like you guys tell me your crushes or- or any arising infactuations"

"Yes I do!"

"No you don't" You throw an incredulous look at the white haired deliquent. Geto quietly sighs.

"Yes I do! I tell you all my fancies." He crosses his arms.

"You tell me girls you think are hot, not girls you like, dimwit, there's a difference."

"Ok maybe I dont get crushes- but I'm sure Suguru does!" He throws his hands at Geto, and you glance at him. Geto blinks, his face flushing slightly.

"Oh stop it! Jeez when did you guys become to invested in my love life?" You leant on the rail once more in resignation.

"Uh when you started liking one of our friends, fucking Nanamin"

"Saturou"

"What?"

Geto shoots him a silently reprimanding look Gojo knew a little too well. He relents with an eye roll, begrudgingly turning away from you to lean his back on the metal. Geto's gaze softens as he refocuses on you, silence finally settling upon them.

He hears you groan into your arms, evidently regretting ever telling them.

Seeing you this riled up was new. This stressed over a crush of all things he never knew you'd have. Not that he thought you weren't capable of having one, you have feels and emotions, you're a human being, of course at some point you'd like someone, anyone it's just-

Geto blinked away his thoughts. Its just... Crushes felt childish, and you were everything but. You were always pragmatic on missions, meticulous and calculating when it came to every plan and every detail, you scoffed at nearly every romance Gojo tried forcing you to watch with him, you had these walls up; ones that only came down around them. Around him. Because that was just how you were, but here you are, getting embarrassed over something as simple as a crush and Geto couldn't help but feel sympathy.

He places a hand on you shoulder.

"Hey... you know you can tell us these things right? I mean you don't have to but..." Geto lowered his head just to catch your strayed gaze, "We're friends, yea? Nothing to be embarrassed about." His words are soft and sweet, and he offers a smile that's kind and genuine once you finally meet his eyes. The corner of your lips pulls into a small appreciative smile the way he likes to see it, knowing he's got your sweet spot. He always did.

You place a hand over his, that makes his skin tingle with goosebumps, and your lips part to say something,

"Suguru-"

The door of the convenient store dings, "We got snacks!!" Haibura's sing-song voice erupt in the pathway exiting the store with a ding, pulling your attention away from Geto.

Another ding and Gojo jumps towards the shorter second year who's quick to dish out the goods that was requested. Geto flashes a polite smile as he's handed his ongiri, but his eyes keep wandering back to you. You're gaze is elsewhere and he follows it to Nanami who took his time to give thanks to the cashier, holding an extra few treats.

Recognition flickers across his eyes. It's the milky pink popsicle - strawberry, your favourite. The same one he bought you every time he went out, thinking of his friends as always. Thinking of you, always.

He catches the way you two exchange words. The way Nanami rubbed the back of his neck as he gave you the treat, trying his hardest to keep his composure. The way you look up at him surprised, yet quick to blink away your expressions. You avoid eye contact with the blonde before you, and your voice rises into a slightly high pitch than Geto is used to. If he wasn't so caught up in the unfamiliar sight, he would have laughed, teased you. But all he can think about is how foolish he was to not have picked up the signs earlier... not picked up the fact that you liked someone else.

"Ok let's go! Before we miss our train." Haibura chimes. Geto is ripped from his thoughts at the round of 'ok!'s from everyone. "Ok," His delayed response goes unnoticed. Nanami and you lead the group, an awkward walk as you politely chat.

"Wait guys! Wait up-" Gojo grabs Haibura from running up to them, covering his mouth.

"Shhh," He presses a finger against his lips, tightly gripping his jacket to stay between the seniors. "Let them have their moment, yea?" His pats the smaller friend's chest, a stunned look on his face.

"Moment? What do you-" He gasps, "Does Y/n like Nanami?"

"Quiet, Child, they'll hear you."

"Gojo tell me!"

"I made a vow to never tell"

"Gojooo!"

While Haibura pesters Gojo with questions, their words seem to blur and fade into the back as his focus lays on you. He couldn't seem to look away. Even under the sunsetting sunlight, the smile you offered glowed all the more. His eyes traced your lips as they moved, inaudible words Geto silently wish he could hear in that moment. He noted the way the corner of your eyes crinkled, grinning so wide at something Nanami said until your eyes disappeared into moon crescent shapes he loved. Your head tilted the way he knew you to do just to let someone silently know you're listening. He watched as you threw your head back laughing, a genuine laugh he knew the sound of too well, only to count the seconds before you're lifting a hand to cover your mouth - a habit he didn't like. From afar, he still had the reflexive urge to reach up and pull away your hand gently just to hear you properly, but he settles with digging his hands deeper into his pockets.

Gojo was right, this was your moment. But despite tearing his gaze from you, it flickered back to your face. For once he finally took notice; he could see it in your eyes that the walls were, too, crumbling. For someone other than him. It was moments like these, when his heart raced a little just because you smiled and time seemed to slow down as your eyes lit up.

Sometimes, Geto felt pretty childish himself.

[miasmaghoul]

miasma i have been yearning for mean rain and the most well-behaved mountain you have ever seen. (he's on his knees.) will you indulge me? )

oh man rain's real mean you guys :(

(cw for slapping, spitting, a little blood, piss and rough oral. all consensual, dont worry, mountain is SUPER into it)

It's an ache Mountain can't describe that brings him here.

On his knees in Rain's room, fully dressed with his legs spread as far at they can go. He keeps his arms folded together at the small of his back and his eyes forward, watching dust motes float through the beam of silvery light pouring from an open window. The sun had been up when he first knelt, but Rain's space was meant for moonlight.

Mountain doesn't know how long he's been here, truth be told, and it doesn't matter. That ache demands he stays put regardless, forces him to stay still and silent. It makes him wait for something he can't put words to. Makes him yearn, makes him itch in a place he can't quite scratch. It makes him want.

And so, he waits.

And waits.

And waits.

When the door finally creaks open, he thinks it's the holiest of hymns.

Rain slips into the room with a fluid grace Mountain could never hope to replicate. He moves like water, his lithe frame draped in the gauzy fabric of a flowy white top he'd no doubt stolen from Cirrus. It suits him just as much as the skin-tight black pants he's paired with it, as stark a contrast as his dark, loose curls are against his pale skin. Bathed in moonlight, he looks like something out of a dream.

Mountain would worship him always, if he could get away with it. Would lay himself bare for Rain to observe, to inspect. He'd endure agony, ecstacy and everything in between if it meant earning Rain's touch, his attention. If it meant pleasing him however Rain saw fit. He'd give anything, give everything.

Rain closes the door, and does not acknowledge him.

The ache grows.

Mountain doesn't move. Doesn't dare to so much as breathe too loudly, lest Rain become irritated and shove him out the door. He can't risk it, not with the singular sort of need that's been eating at him all day. He listens, though. Tracks Rain's careful footsteps as he makes his way across the room. He's in no rush, ever casual as he clicks on a bedside lamp and rifles through a drawer.

Mountain's cock stirs in the confines of his jeans. He's gone from soft to hard and back again more times than he can count during his endless wait. If he glanced down, there would probably be a stain on the light denim. He couldn't help it, but he knows Rain won't approve.

Hell, that's half the reason he wore these particular jeans.

"How long have you been here?"

The words cut through the silence like a razor, smooth and sharp. Mountain shivers with them, hungry ears finally blessed with the first hint of what he's been craving. He shrugs, eyes still locked on the bedroom door. He can practically hear Rain's eyebrows scooting upwards.

"You don't know?"

Mountain shakes his head. If he had to say, it would be something between five hours and a hundred years. He'd wait a thousand, if Rain asked him to.

Behind him, Rain hums. It's a pondering sound, as though he's wondering whether or not Mountain is worth his precious time. It makes his stomach hurt. He wants to beg Rain to let him stay, wants to plead with him to soothe the ache in his gut. Wants to grovel at his feet until Rain sees fit to relieve him of his need.

But Rain hasn't given permission to speak, so he doesn't.

Again, Mountain waits. Stoic at a statue despite the stiffness in his jeans, the stabbing pain in his knees and the tension in his back. Everything hurts.

He hopes Rain makes it worse.

It's ages before Rain moves again, before his boots thud against the hardwood and the other ghoul reappears in front of him. Mountain keeps his gaze resolutely forward, his eyeline even with Rain's torso. The fabric of his top sways in a nonexistent breeze, more than a few of its buttons popped to expose the creamy skin of his chest. It's speckled with bites and bruises, evidence of what, exactly, he'd been busy doing while Mountain waited his turn.

"Have you been just like this?" His tone gives nothing away. If anything, Rain sounds...bored. "On your knees for me?"

Again, Mountain nods. Rain hums once more, that same sound of almost dismissive contemplation. He brings both hands up, idly twists one of his rings, and the rustle of his shirt brings with it the scent of the lake on a summer evening. It's accompanied by a waft of spiced woodsmoke, and Mountain knows exactly who had been busy fucking up Rain's perfect skin.

"Are you growling?"

Mountain mutes himself immediately - he hadn't even realized he'd started. He didn't mean to, he swears it, but even if he were allowed to speak he knows Rain wouldn't want to hear it. He chews on the inside of his cheek and hopes his remorse is evident in the way his shoulders sag just a hair.

"Let me guess," Rain lilts, reaching out to fiddle with a loose lock of auburn hair by Mountain's ear. Even the ghost of his touch is electric. "You need me."

He makes it sound like a taunt, and Mountain's stomach burns. He nods again, slow and deliberate. Squares his shoulders again before Rain can chide him for his posture. The other ghoul huffs out a sigh.

"How pathetic," he chides, and oh does it sting. "Sitting here for hours when you could have been making yourself useful."

Long fingers cup his jaw and Mountain lets his gaze be guided upward. He finds Rain watching him with mirthless cerulean eyes, his mouth set in a hard line. Mountain gulps even as his cock throbs, and before he can stop himself,

"I'm sorry -"

He hears the slap before he feels it, a sharp backhand that makes his head spin and his chest tight. The sting hits soon enough and Mountain bites his lip, hoping to draw blood that he can offer in penance. Rain grips his chin in that same cruel hand, guides him back, and Mountain can already feel the fuzz creeping into the edges of his mind with the look on his stunning face.

"Lucifer, you're pathetic," Rain scoffs, dragging his other hand through his own stylishly disheveled curls. "And here I thought you were going to be good for me."

I will, Mountain wants to scream. I'll be good, I'll be so good, please -

"I suppose I'll just have to put you in your place."

Mountain can't help the way his eyes slip shut at the merciless tilt to Rain's voice. The one he only uses when he can tell exactly what sort of cruelty Mountain craves, when he wants to belittle and shame. It settles heavy in his gut, makes him just dizzy enough that Rain has to give him a little shake to bring him back.

"Eyes on me," he orders, and it's an easy command to obey. Mountain may be edging towards hazy, but focusing on Rain keeps him grounded enough to maintain his pose. The hand on his jaw threads into his hair instead, grips a nice handful. "Show me your tongue."

Mountain does - of course he does - despite how dry his mouth feels. He opens wide and lets that pink appendage hang down over his chin. Rain's hum carries more weight now, the slightest hint of approval enough to make Mountain throb. Rain yanks him back by the hair, makes him suck air through his nose, and leans over him, eyes sparkling.

"You look thirsty."

Mountain can't hold back the groan that bubbles up in his chest when Rain spits directly onto his tongue.

"Don't you dare swallow," Rain threatens before Mountain can so much as move his tongue. He wasn't going to. He knows better.

It's tempting anyway.

He curls his tongue instead, makes a nice little home for Rain's generous gift. Rain releases his head with a derisive snicker, standing back with his arms crossed.

"I think you enjoyed that a little too much," he admonishes, eyes squarely fixed on the wet spot Mountain can feel on his thigh. Less than an inch from the head of his sore, ignored cock.

He's so hard. Always is, for this. Rain probably won't even let him cum, if experience tells him anything - or maybe he'll make him cum over and over until he's empty and weeping. Either way, the suffering is what matters.

Mountain twitches when the toe of Rain's boot presses into his thigh, a hair's breadth from his throbbing length, and it's work not to swallow the mess on his tongue.

"Someone's excited," he taunts, nudging the swollen ridge of the head less than gently. Mountain gives a fervent nod. "You were messy before I even walked in, weren't you?"

He applies more pressure and Mountain pitches forward just enough to accidentally drool Rain's spit onto his own shirt.

Oh shit.

Rain's next slap is expected, and somehow all the worse for it. Same cheek, same hand. It cracks through the room with a sick echo, and Mountain tastes iron.

"Useless," Rain sneers, unceremoniously shoving two fingers into Mountain's mouth to wrench out a gag. When he pulls them back they're tinted pink, and watching Rain lick up his blood and saliva makes every inch of him sing. "All you're good for is making messes, isn't it?"

Mountain sniffles, eyes wet at the corners, and nods. Rain rolls his eyes.

"Use your words," he says as though Mountain is very stupid. His cock spits against his thigh.

"S-sorry Rain, I didn't -"

"Sorry who?"

Mountain shudders.

"I'm s-sorry, Sir," he breathes, shaking his head. "I didn't mean to make a mess, I -"

"Liar," Rain interrupts, and Mountain gives him a bewildered look. "I know you came here because you want to be a wet, filthy mess."

Mountain can't stop staring up at him. He doesn't want to.

"In fact," Rain croons, reaching for his belt, "I think you want me to make you one."

His intention is clear as crystal, and the moment it settles into Mountain's skin he bites his tongue. He swallows thickly, trying his best not to sway as he watches Rain slip his belt from its loops and toss it aside. Silently, Mountain hopes Rain plans to use it on him later. He grips his own arms tight behind his back while the other ghoul unzips, every inch of him twitchy and quivering in anticipation.

"What do you say?" Rain asks, low and sultry over the splash of his own piss.

Rain's only half hard when he pulls himself out, maybe less, but it doesn't matter - any time he gets to see Rain's cock is a blessing, as far as Mountain is concerned. Rain gives himself a few languid strokes, pushes and pulls his foreskin the way he knows Mountain likes best. Makes him drool. He fattens up so quick, gets nice and stiff right where Mountain can see but can't touch. Anyone else would want to stay soft for this, but Rain?

Well, there are advantages to being a water ghoul.

Rain cants his hips just enough to slap the head against Mountain's cheek once, twice, three times. Enough to leak a little bead of pre and leave a sticky spot behind.

"Say please," he commands. Mountain feels so very dizzy.

"Please," he manages to slur, barely a whisper. Rain snorts.

"Say it properly," he smears the tip over Mountain's lips just because he can, and Mountain's eyes roll back at the scent of him.

"Please, Sir," he breathes, staring up with heavy lidded eyes, "please...please get me wet. Get me messy."

Rain offers an unkind smirk, milks out one more bead of pre that slides onto Mountain's lip. He doesn't lick it up. Hasn't been told he's allowed. Rain pulls back, takes a deep breath, and aims.

"Whore."

The first drops hit Mountain's knee, impossibly hot, and then a perfect golden arc hits him square in the chest. It forces a wave of the deepest sort of shame through him, makes his stomach flip and his balls tighten up. Mountain gasps when it really starts to soak in, and he can feel real tears gathering in his lashes when Rain smiles down at him.

"Th-thank you, Sir," Mountain gasps, fighting every muscle in his core that's trying to make him pitch forward. "Thank you."

Rain hums, pleased, directing the stream wherever he likes until Mountain's shirt is well and truly drenched. He feels like he's burning from the inside out, like his brain is leaking out onto his thigh and soaking into stained denim. He's panting by the time Rain's done, watching in a daze as he pushes out the last few squirts, lets it dribble out to speckle Mountain's thighs.

"Open," he orders, and like the good boy he is, Mountain does.

Rain shoves his still-leaking cock down his throat with no hesitation, and Mountain chokes on it just enough for the tears caught in his lashes to track down his cheeks. Rain purrs, smearing them all over with mean thumbs.

"Gonna put this mouth to good use," he drawls, "and you're gonna take it."

The way he says it is completely at odds with the punishing pace he sets. Brutal thrusts that stab at the back of Mountain's throat, sure to leave a bruise. Every one answers the call of that singular ache, and in no time at all he's floating. Lost in the gross, wet sound of Rain taking his pleasure and the slap of his balls against his chin.

Maybe later Rain will sit on his face and he can well and truly drown.

Mountain hopes he does.

[queerlordsimon]

Didn't know where else to go

Prompt:

Looking up at the boys, swaying slightly as they’re close to passing out, mumbling “..didnt know where else to go…” the collapsing into their arms

y/ns sick, and after dark on a week off school, appears at the entrance of the boys dorms, before passing out.

Characters: idia, epel, ruggie, jack, leona, deuce, azul, kalim, trey, malleus and lilia (a few of my faves essentially.)

a/n: i wanted to create something for you all, but im not feeling the best (mostly just dizzy, dont worry to much) so this is a fluffy comfort headcannons thing for me, but if you want i can do a part 2 (minus jamil,)

All of these are both platonic or romantic, you can definitely decide for yourself,

Headcannons below the cut

Deuce:

The shock on his face when he sees you exit the mirror, bundled in a ragged blanket from ramshackle, was already too much, much less you passing out.

Immediately catched you however he can and rushed back into the dorm house, shouting, which had agitated riddle

Until he saw you in that state and allowed deuce a pass.

Kicks everyone off the couch to lay you there

Riddle had trey get some medication, while helping out brew some tea for you.

Deuce was very frantic, staying with you, and was trying to wake you before cater stopped him, saying you needed to sleep to get better.

When you wake up, its dark, and your warm, bundled in a better blanket,

Riddle had made everyone go to sleep on time, but deuce stayed with you.

When you look around and attempt to sit up, you see him sitting on the floor by the couch

The movement jolted him out of his thoughts, making you stay laying down for a bit.

You heart warmed slightly at his efforts,

He basically nursed you back to health, with the help of his dormmates. (ace was keeping an eye on grim for you, the sweetheart)

Lots of cursing crowley for letting this happen to you

Trey

He was in the dorms kitchen, when you had staggered in, knowing that would be where he was.

Seeing the state you were in shocked him,

And then you passed out.

He dropped the empty tray he was holding to catch you.

Calmer than deuce, he carried you to his dorm room, not without notice from riddle in the hall. (not that the tray dropping noise wasent a tell enough that something was wrong)

He does take better care to make sure you were comfy and able to get better, i mean, he has siblings, he must have had to help nurse them back to health before.

He had herbal tea on the bedside table, as well as some foods to make sure you could get your strength back.

You had slept the whole night, and started slightly when you woke, not realizing where you were at the time.

Trey had been reading in a chair in the corner, startled slightly, but got up and calmed you, reassuring where you were.

You stayed with him the rest of the week, where he made sure you ate foods to help make sure you were getting better,

10/10 person to go to to get healthcare

Jack

Was doing laps around the dorm when he spotted you, and before realizing how dishevled you looked, was approaching you to see what you needed.

Upon getting closer he saw the thin blanket you had wrapped around yourself, and could definitely smell that you were not ok.

And then you passed out.

10/10 caught you with ease, his tail drooped when he did, and carried you inside.

Also took you do his room, as to not let the others smell the weakness you were displaying.

Savanaclaw is usually pretty warm, so he doesnt have a better blanket, but has his more fluffy coat from home, so he covered you with that, (which did a good job cause hes a giant)

While you were passed out he went and got sick meds from the dorms first aid kit, and brought you plenty of water, and he had some jerky from his healthy snack stash he left for you.

He did take care of you, but didnt deviate too much from his usual schedule

When you woke up, it was early the next morning and he wasent around, but was back within 10 minutes, (he was on a run)

If you really wanted and begged, he might give up one of his training sessions for your nap, so you could have a warm fluffy dog to cuddle. (his tail was totally wagging when you asked, but he would deny it profusely)

Also nurses you back to health, but his dormmates dont know about it, mostly. (ruggie knows all, shehehe)

Ruggie

I actually dont know what he would do.

You wandered into the lounge where everyone was, and when he ‘greeted’ you (totally had started to give you hard time) and you passed out, he caught you out of habit.

He definitely did this all the time for the poor kids back home, but you werent just a child, and he wasent sure where he could put you up, if he could spare anything, if anything needed to be treated differently then when he was back home

Thankfully for him, leona owed him a few favors, and lucky for you, he has a soft spot for sick or injured people. So he cashed some of them in.

Had the spare room taken care off, and put you up there.

Got jack to agree to let him borrow his jacket for you

Snacks, and water were a given. (not the healthiest snacks, but food none the less)

When you woke up, he could be seen in a corner, crocheting something

Once he notices your awake, he hides it and profusely says you saw nothing.

Makes jokes and whatnot to get you to smile,

Does help to make sure your healing.

By the time your better and about to leave, ruggie gived you the thing he was crocheting, which is a better blanket to help you not get sick again

Leona

Raises an eyebrow at you

Will not catch you unless your about to fall on your face.

Will pick you up though, and takes you back to his dorm, where he sets you on the side of his bed.

Sends ruggie to get medication, and with extra money to get you a better blanket, cause damn herbivore you should have asked sooner.

Ruggie does most of the fetching, but he stays with you and convinces you to eat and rest and whatnot

“Not that i care about your health herbivore, i just dont want crowley to put your little monster on me if you dont make it.”

Definitely does care though.

Takes naps with you

The first time you wake up, its the middle of the next day and hes asleep on the other side of the bed, respectful distance away

If you pout at him, he may just let you rest your head on his chest, just so you dont freeze,

Not the worst person to go to if your sick

Azul

At first when you entered his office, was confused why the twins just let you in

And then when he got up to meet you, you passed out

He caught you of course, but didnt know what much else to do

Jade helped him alot

Floyd- he meant well.

Your waking up to a ton of plushys covering you on azuls couch.

Azul does know what to do with what jade got him to take care of you

While your passed out, hes there, being glad you chose him out of everyone else.

“Didnt know wherelse to go hu?”

Definitely is being teased by the tweels,

You wake up in the middle of the night, to find him also passed out, just of needing to sleep, with his head on his desk.

Overall, your fed and watered, and because of you saying what you did before you passed out, its free of charge

He must be going soft

Kalim

Spots you across the room, you had staggered in on a party he was throwing, and he was surprised to see you, having invited you earlier in the week and you saying no

He hurried over excitedly, before seeing the state you were in.

Que the passing out

He quickly catches you and picks you up, calling for jamil, the poor clueless boy,

Refuses to let any of his dormmates take over carrying you to his dorm, setting you on his bed.

Jamil is definitely giving him instructions.

Its not that he wouldnt have been able to figure it out, but hes never had to deal with such pressure and just needs the nudges in the right direction.

Definitely getting you warmer clothes, a ton of food, all the extra flourishes that you really didnt need, but it was sweet none the less.

First time you wake up, he was on his knees next to the bed and burst into happy tears to see you awake.

Your definitely pampered.

Well fed, well hydrated, well taken care of.

And lets just say your not getting sick because of the cold anytime soon

Epel

Catches an eye of you from washing windows, running down to see you, hoping for the distraction

And then you pass out in his arms.

10/10 is picking you up, he may look weak and not able to, but give this country pumpkin(​​​​​​​affectionate) some credit

Though he does panic slightly

When he busts into the dorm, his accent has slipped, and vil came to scold him, before seeing you, and letting it slide, for now

Lounge couch. Thats where you rest.

Better blanket and all.

He does know how to take care of sick people, but most of his practices are more home remedies, than actual healing stuff

It still works though.

First time you wake up,its later in the night, and vil made him go to sleep, but he refused to go to his room, so he was asleep on the floor next to the couch

You get to stay at pomfiore, and while your healing hes talking in his accent, and entertaining you with stories, or carving apples

idia

Surprised eep when he answers the door to see you there

#2 doesnt catch you (dont blame him, you surprised him)

Picks you up quickly and sets you on his bed, calling for ortho, cause, hElP theres a sick normie here

Ortho does most of the taking care of you

idia stays with you though, in his gaming chair, but with you none the less.

In a panic, like kalim, buys you too much stuff that you didnt need, but its the thought that counts

First time you wake up was actually only an hour after passing out, first thing you see is ortho, whos there doing diagnostics on you.

idia will entertain you during your awake times. Be prepared for anime and games (nothing too hard)

Overall, because orthos the one taking care of you, you get better the fasts there

You also leave with way more then you need, but a welcome back if you ever need to (or want to, dont look at him like that)

Lilia

You didnt even get to diasomnia before you found him

He actually surprises you so much, you pass out before you could say your line.

#3 doesnt catch you, but thats cause he was definitely not expecting that

Does however take you back to his dorm and sets you up on his bed,

Does medication and water nursing, but for the love of god, silver does the cooking and feeding. The others dont want you dead

You get snugged up with blankets

First time you wake up its morning time, and hes sitting in a chair next to the bed, with headphones on, jamming to music until he notices your awake.

Now is where you say the line, bringing a smile to his face

“Well thanks for the compliment deary, now lets get you feeling better”

Overall takes care of you very well, entertaining you with stories or a performance or whatnot

Your better in no time, (thank silver for the food, and not letting lilia cook)

You leave with better blankets as well

(Flip I can't add the last image)

Malleus

You didnt even travel to diasomnia, just stumbled out of ramshackle at the time of night he was bound to be there

Takes one look at you and picks you up just before you pass out.

Swiftly makes his way back to diasomnia,

Where sebek starts speaking loudly, trying to take you out of lOrD mAlLeUs’S precious arms.

Before silver shushs him and lets malleus take you to the couch

No one questions him,

He even takes off his dorm jacket to cover you

I mean, you are is child of man after all

Has lilia and silver get him the stuff to take care of you

Sebek means well, but hes not allowed near you, too loud.

When you first wake up its with him sitting in a chair near you.

Will entertain you with facts about gargoyles, and stories from when he was younger.

Overall, great experience

“Thank you for trusting me with your recovery, child of man”

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Sorry if the last few ones seamed rushed, i had to hurry cause i have medication i needed to take. Hope you enjoyed. None of the pictures are mine, and apparently if I had something formated before putting it on here. It unformats it, so no bullet points for you, cause I don't trust writing in the app anymore. Feel free to request anything.

-queer.lord

[babyapocalypse]

hey bubs! can you do a fanfic with regressor ellie (tlou 1) and cg joel in a thunderstorm night? its ok if you dont wanna do :))

yesyes !!! im on it !!!

It was a stormy night, you could hear the thunder striking down as the windows lit up from the flashing lightning. The trees were swaying, wind was gushing in. It was late at night, Joel was already asleep, but someone couldn’t sleep due to the storm. Ellie tried to keep getting comfortable, but it was impossible. The noises made her want to cry.

She started tearing up, trying to wipe them away and be quiet before she woke up Joel. Of course, he woke up anyways. “Hey kiddo, what’s up?” He said, rubbing his eyes, struggling to stay awake. She didn’t respond, confusing him. He sat up and yawned to go look over to her, but once he turned, all he saw was a shaking little girl, nibbling on the corner of her old, torn up blanket.

“C’mere Ellie.” He tiredly groaned, lifting up the bed sheets. She was shaking, carrying her blankie in one hand and Benny the dinosaur in another. She rushed to get under the covers, putting her blanket over her face. “Kid, storms happen, it’s okay. I’m not gonna let the storm hurt ya.” He said to her as she slowly laid down.

He stretched, trying to get comfortable with her in the bed now. He noticed her shaking more and more, so he got up out of the bed to grab something. “Joel? Where are you going?” She cried out nervously. She started slipping more and more, into a headspace around the age 3. She started to cry, causing her to stim out of anger. “Joeeeeel” she cried out, louder than before.

He came back in the room, trying to relax her as he tucked himself back in. “Relax kiddo, I got you something to help.” He said, pulling out her pacifier. He dusted it off before handing it to her. She quickly placed it in her mouth, beginning to suck on it rapidly. Soon it calmed her down, causing her to get slower and slower. “Come lay closer to me kid, I got you.” He said, opening his arms.

Ellie snuggled up into them, burying her head into him, nervous of the noises. He tried his best to make it so she wouldn’t hear them as loudly, worried for her. He put his arm around her, embracing her to make her feel safe. “I lub u Joel..” she whispered from behind her paci, before falling asleep. “I love you too, babygirl.” He said, falling asleep with her in his arms, sleeping peacefully.

[bridgyrose]

Weiss is a siren and she drags Yang down to turn her into a siren as well.

(This isnt normally in a siren's skill set, but.... I think I have something that can work.)

Weiss peeked out of the water, making sure not to pop too far out and keeping to the shadows as she watched a woman at the edge of the lake. A smile crossed her lips as she bit her lip and moved closer to the shore, webbed fingers slicing through the water to pull her closer with ease. Normally, this would be her chance for an easy meal. All she had to do was sing to the maiden and pull her under and no one would notice she was gone. But this woman was different. This blonde was one that she had been watching for months and had fallen in love with after a few attempts to sway her as a meal. The only woman who seemed to never be enticed by her siren song, yet still willing to sit so close to the shore and try to talk as if seeing an old friend. 

No, this time, Weiss wasnt in search of an easy meal, but for a lover that she could keep by her side. Someone who could resist the call of a siren, and here she had the perfect candidate waiting for her. Though, there was one little thing that was going to have to change, even if she needed a little outside help. 

“Weiss?” The blonde called. “Are you out here today?” 

Weiss slowly poked her head out of the water a little closer to the shore and pulled herself out onto one of the rocks, her hair draping down her back. “Until this lake runs out of food for me, I’ll always be here.” 

“R-right. I uh… I dont know, I thought you might’ve gotten run out by the fishers that came by yesterday.” 

“As if they’d ever drive me out,” Weiss said as she rolled her eyes and ran a clawed hand down the scales of her arm. Her eyes almost seemed to gleam in the sunlight as she laid out to bask in the rays of the sun, her voice starting to sound like a song as she spoke. “No matter how many men they use, I’ll never leave my home.”

“What about to get to your family.” 

Weiss sat up a bit. “You know I dont have any family, Yang. At least not in the sense that you mean.” 

“Oh… right…” Yang sighed and cast her fishing line into the water and sat her fishing pole down next to her. “Must be lonely.” 

“It can be. Though, I think my luck may change soon.” 

“How so?” 

Weiss slid back into the water and made her way to the shore, a smirk on her face as she stopped in front of Yang. “I think I’ve found the one I’ve been looking for all along.” 

Yang smiled a bit. “You should bring him around then. I’d love to meet another merfolk, though, I’m not sure I’ll be able to be around much longer.” 

“And why not? Things not going well at home?” 

“Sorta.” Yang sighed and tied a small bell to the end of her rod. “Dad’s been gone a lot longer than normal on his fishing trip and Ruby needs me to stay around closer to her. Not that she cant manage without me, but… she needs to focus on her studies and not have to worry about anything else. Which means I’ll need to take work closer to home.” 

Weiss paused for a moment as she looked the human woman over. Taking her away from family would probably only do more harm than good, but it wasnt like she was really doing much with her life to begin with. “Then maybe you should help her find someone she can be with.”

“Its not that simple. Humans take time to get to know the ones they want to spend time with and to love. We cant just find someone on a whim and go with it?” 

Weiss nodded and pulled herself onto the shore, lifting herself up a bit. “And what do you think of me?” 

“I… what?” 

“You heard my question: what exactly do you think of me? You keep coming back here, you look for me, you worry about me… what am I to you?” 

Yang blushed and adjusted her position at the edge of the beach. “I-I see you as a friend. And I do care about you in a way I care about my sister.” 

“Show me.” 

“What?” 

“Show me what I mean to you. The same way you would your sister.” 

“I… I dont know…” Yang sighed and leaned forward a bit. “Do you have homework you need help with-” 

Weiss reached up and put her hands against Yang’s cheeks, claws gently moving across her skin, being careful not to hurt her. “Dont you think you’ve deserved a chance to live your own life?” she asked in a hushed whisper. “One where you dont need to worry about your sister. One where you can be yourself without any worry. I can give that to you if you show me exactly what I mean to you.” 

“Weiss… I… I…” 

Weiss didnt wait and pulled Yang into a kiss, holding her tightly as her claws dug into her. With a grin, she pulled Yang back into the water and dragged her deep under the water, breathing air into her lungs. A small necklace floated out from a small pouch she wore on her side and she slipped it around Yang’s neck, breaking the kiss as she watched her lover try to swim to the surface. Her eyes stayed glued to Yang as she watched her skin glitter like scales, her smile widening. “You’ll understand this soon enough, Yang. You’re mine and I wont let you go.” 

[your-dearest-sunshine]

Hi, sunshine!!

If you're alright with it, can I request something hurt/comfort for my best boi Laventon please? I was thinking something along the lines of illness or injury and the scare of the reader not pulling through, that sort of thing! I leave the specifics up to you!

Thank you so much, lovely!! (and if this isn't your vibe, feel free to ignore it!)

Lavender & Gray—Laventon x Reader Hurt/Comfort

strabby…strabby i dont think you understand…hurt comfort IS my vibe. it’s like the perfect definition of my vibe. so here’s a short story for you instead of headcannons bc i was tired to doing a bullet list format lmao ily <3

wc: ~3k

//

This survey was supposed to be easy.

You know the Obsidian Fieldlands like the back of your hand. The curves of the riverbanks and the imperfections of every stone are buried somewhere in your thoughts, easily accessible by glancing at the land. You’ve walked every path, drank from every pond, and rested under every tree. You belonged to this area as much as you belonged to the earth, you belonged here more than you belonged to Jubilife.

But you always had a soft spot for the Obsidian Falls. The Gyarados that swam through the skies like the Magikarp in the water below always caught your eye. There have been far too many times where you perched on the highest rock in a moment of respite, watching the Gyarados soar. Though, one of those times, you saw a Gyarados as red as the rising sun.

And so, with your inquisitive lover at your side, you head to Obsidian Falls once again in hopes to catch a glimpse of the crimson Gyarados.

It’s later in the afternoon, the colors of the sunset not yet inking the heavens. Every step you take is purposeful and knowledgeable. You know what’s coming up next, which areas to avoid and where to look. 

Though, you hadn’t expected the rocks underneath you to give away.

Your mind doesn’t have the time to focus on anything before you hear the snap of your satchel, your heart dropping to your stomach. The sound of everything you own hitting the water and sinking deafens your ears. It’s so resounding that you almost don’t even feel your back hitting the jagged rocks below you. 

There’s a stinging in your lungs, heaving and tight after the air evacuated you on impact. Breathing produces a prickly burning sensation, but you’re too delirious to tell that you’re even doing that in the first place. Your throat is gulping air like water, but it never satiates you like you hope it would.

Then, your vision goes spotty and dark, flashing between reality and unconsciousness. Drifting on the edge of sentience, you try to understand what’s in front of you to ground yourself. You don’t know what you’re looking at—you don’t even remember if you could see in the first place. 

You hear someone calling for you, desperate and scared. Their voice consumes every inch of you, but their words don’t land. It’s all garbled, syllables oozing through the confusion but adding to nothing.

You’ve forgotten who you came here with. In fact, you don’t even know where here is. All you know is that you’re staring at the sky, infinitely open, massless, and vast. Its shade of blue mocks you, laughing at your small, sorry self. Warmth seeps into your back, distracting you from the taste of iron in your throat. You wonder if the sky will swallow you whole.

Laventon’s shaky hands gripping your tunic sway your eyes to his. The roar of the waterfall beside you steals your attention for a second, and your lover’s fingers squeeze you tighter. His speech gets louder. You don’t know what he’s saying.

“…please stop yelling,” your voice doesn’t sound like your own.

“I-I’m sorry, dearest! But I’m just very…very scared for you right now,” Laventon’s words tremble like his hands. “I’m…I’m trying to see where you’re injured—! So, just, please…please keep looking at me and be still.”

His hands try to examine the damage done to you, but he’s so worried about adding to your pain. You do what he asks and stare at him, not moving a muscle. You’ve always known his eyes are a pale shade of lavender, but, for the first time, you see that they’re speckled with gray. You smile. Red licks at the back of your teeth.

Laventon softly prods at your back that’s against the rocks. You don’t flinch. The Professor pulls away when he feels his fingers coated in fresh blood. It’s warm. He wants to throw up knowing it’s from you. Even though he studies Pokémon more than people, Laventon still knows that something is very wrong.

He stares at his palms, and all that reflects back at him is slick scarlet. The breath he was taking halts in his lungs. “O-Oh…oh no…I-I have to get you back to Jubilife! But, oh Arceus, I don’t know h-how I’m going to do that!”

For a moment, you still don’t grasp the situation. Laventon is mumbling to himself, unintelligible to you. You can’t follow his lips because you’re still looking at his eyes. They aren’t looking back at you. In the midst of his downward spiral, the Professor grasps your closest hand with both of his, leaning his forehead against your knuckles.

It’s the first time you look away from Laventon since he asked. The blood on his hands drips from his palm down your wrist, a lone trail consisting of only one droplet. Something in your body tells you the blood is yours. It feels foreign on your skin.

Suddenly, you are acutely aware of everything around you.

Like a torrential wave, all the pain rushes through you at once. It fills all the crevices it should’ve been in the first place, carving room for itself in your soul. 

A whimpering gasp leaves your lips. You can feel the craggy rocks in your body, invading you like a tumor. They pierce through the skin of your back and lodge themselves in your torso. If you had fallen a few more feet to the side, you’re sure you’d be seeing jaded stones uprising through your stomach. You should count yourself lucky.

At that thought, you nearly laugh. Lucky. Well, that’s certainly not the term you would use.

“Laventon,” you say, and his eyes snap to yours. “You’re going to have to go back to Jubilife.”

“What?!” 

His grip tightens around your hand, but you don’t have the heart to tell him that it hurts. The pain is inconsequential in the scheme of things, however. 

“I can’t move, Lav, and you can’t move me from here either,” your lungs deflate, sentence dying in your throat. You have to pause and catch your breath. “I’m…I’m stuck.”

Laventon’s eyes widen. “You…my love, are you saying you…are you saying you want me to leave you?”

You squeeze his hands in confirmation. Laventon doesn’t want to acknowledge how weak your grip is, how fleeting your strength is becoming. You feel like you’re dying. You probably are.

“Just for a little while,” you say. The lie blends in with the taste of blood. You don’t want him to leave, but he has to. “You need to go get help, right?”

Laventon doesn’t reply, eyes becoming glassy. His gaze stares through you. The silence is as clear and crystalline as silver but as definitive as liquid gold. It folds its way through the jaded rocks, swimming underneath the dirt, flying through the water, and spinning in the sky. It’s everywhere, all at once. It's much, much quieter now. And, beside the roar of a waterfall, neither of you say anything.

Professor Laventon doesn't want to remember the last time he was this scared. Maybe the reality is that he never has. Despite the lawlessness of Hisui, he’s never been afraid for his life—but now he’s afraid for the state of yours. He feels the fear behind his eyes and in his chest, growing on him like mold.

No, fear is too weak of a word. But, what is stronger than fear? Despair? Cowardice? Dread? What is unsaid and stronger than a word containing only four letters? How deep in the human soul does one have to dig to find the source of something this terrifying? This awful, festering, rotting emotion is carved of stone and blood, bone and marrow. Why is it here? Why now? Why you?

There are never enough answers.

“Yes,” Laventon finally says, gasping for air like a drowning man. “Yes, of course…I am, I am going to get you help.”

The iron on your tongue stops you from laughing. You smile instead. It’s your attempt at reassurance, but by Laventon’s reaction to your failing voice, you know it doesn't work. “It’s going to be hard…I don’t have, I don’t—I don’t have any Pokémon who can, who can help you.”

Laventon’s swallows thickly. That’s…that’s right. He saw your satchel fall into the river, Pokéballs and Celestica Flute sinking with it. His stomach lurches. He would truly be all alone out there. But, then again, you would be all alone here. And that is so, so much worse.

He needs to get to Grandtree Area. It’s the closest area with any people, and Lian would be able to help him get back to Jubilife. The Worn Bridge was too far away, and even from there the walk to Heights Camp was unmanageable for someone without any Pokémon. It would be too late into the night before he got back. You would…by then you would be–

“L-Laventon, please look at me.”

The blood is hot on your back, sticking to your clothes. No matter how temperate it is, the cool stones beneath you seep the warmth from your body. The earth is so, very cold. 

“Be strong, okay?”

Laventon slowly releases your hand. “A-Anything for you.”

The Professor is unsteady on his feet as he stands. His gaze locks onto you, wiping his shaking hands on his pants. He’s so frazzled that he forgets it's not sweat coating his palms, but instead something much worse. Laventon’s heart drops to the ground as he forces his knees to lock so he doesn’t fall over. The heels of his palms press deeply into his eyes. He’s trying to stop any emotion from overtaking him.

It takes all of his effort to walk away from you, but he has to. He knows you can’t move, pierced on the rocks of a small precipice on the side of a mountain. He has to go. He has to move. He doesn’t want to.

His legs feel stiff, shoes full of lead. By now, the smell of your blood lingers in the air. Red leaks into the crevices of the rubble around you, staining the stone. The scent of iron will remain here until the next rainfall, and maybe even longer than that. After a few steps, Laventon turns his head back to you. Tears dance down his cheeks. You look pale. 

The Professor rushes back to your side, landing unceremoniously on his knees. His mouth wobbles in a frown, quivering tremendously. The quick inhale he takes through his nose is sharp, as if running out of air. More dewiness prickles in the corners of his eyes and he looks down at you, feeling emotions he cannot name stake claim over his heart. His hands are visibly shaking as he reaches out to you, cradling your face for a moment.

He grasps the top of his familiar purple beanie and pulls it off. The recognizable softness of the Wooloo fur grounds him for a moment. Knitted clothing like this was commonplace back home in Galar; but Laventon knows now, more than ever, that a singular person is his home. It was never a place. But soon, it might not exist at all.

He pulls the cap onto your head, and for a moment, everything is alright. It looks like it was made for you. Laventon cradles your face once again, leaning down and pressing the lightest of kisses to your lips. He feels softer than anything you’ve ever felt. You wonder if this is truly the end.

The fingers on his hands continue to tremble, tongue growing two sizes too big while his throat itches for relief. It’s hard to form words at first, but Laventon forces himself to speak anyway. He has to.

“Stay warm.”

You swear you could memorize the curves and swirls of his fingerprints if he’d only just hold you longer. That’s all you could ever ask for. But you don’t. There’s not enough time. There never is.

Laventon’s right there, inches away from you. Your body feels lighter, numbness starting at your toes and creeping up your legs. This feeling could be described as serene. You hate it. Speckles of your blood linger on his hands. Despite your better judgment, you want him to stay, want him to keep holding you so devotedly. You’d do anything, even if it led back to this situation every time—the one where you’re so very sleepy and your blood soaks into his knees—as long as he stayed, just for a little bit longer. You wonder if this is the last time you’re ever going to see him again.

There are tears in his eyes, but all you can see in this snapshot of your life is lavender and gray.

“Anything for you.”

♤ ♧ ♡ ♢ 《 ✹ 》 ♢ ♡ ♧ ♤

Your fingers are cold.

That’s the first thing you realize when you come to consciousness. Now that you think about it, your entire top layer of skin is covered in chills. The cold is more of a discomfort than anything, nothing truly debilitating. Maybe cold isn’t the right word to use, indifferent would fit the situation better, wouldn’t it? At least you’re not—

Wait, that’s not…right. Why are you shaking? You don't know why you’re shaking, you don’t know when you started shaking. Bubbling unease burrows itself into your mind, twisting your heart and spirit and causing your body to quiver. Your breaths are heavy, creaking in your lungs.

There are rocks etching themselves into your spine, hacking their way through your vertebrae and replacing them one by one. From the earth you came, to the earth you will return. You look up and see the stars, blinking back at you under a hollow black sky. Water rushes loudly somewhere around you. You know exactly where you are.

You haven’t moved in hours, days, months, years. You’ve lived lifetimes laying here, laying still, laying alone. Every sunrise and sunset gave you their attention, greeting you and saying goodbye. It was the only company you ever had. Centuries flashed before your eyes and nothing changed, the sun still rose and the sun still set. Hello, good morning. Goodbye, good night.

Obsidian Falls locks its twisted, jagged fingers around your form and refuses to let go. For a moment, you think that it loves you. You think that it holds you here in an attempt to keep you, in an attempt to take you for itself. You want to feel wanted.

You laugh. The Obsidian Fieldlands do not love you. The Obsidian Fieldlands do not love anything.

The emptiness in your soul sings to you, whispering to you the tales of your loneliness. It tells you how your blood tasted and how your heartbeat was its favorite song. You've never had a favorite song, maybe if you did you wouldn’t be here. You miss the sun. You’re going to die.

It takes a few blinks from your heavy eyelids, but this time, you actually wake up.

You bring up your hand to obstruct the rays of light from piercing your eyes. Still, they flit through your fingers carelessly, as if ignoring the action altogether. The warmth brushes over your ear and down your neck, resting on your collarbone. It’s early in the day, maybe. The sun greets you good morning.

Sunshine bounces off the pink carpet, passing by the pink curtains and peaking over the wooden divider. The Medical Corps Office was always relaxing, if not mundane. You wonder where Pesselle is.

The hands gripping your arm are hot, skin searing yours. Even in sleep, Laventon’s fingers refuse to unlatch from you. His determination makes your lips twitch upwards. All you can focus on is the movement behind his eyelids and the rise and fall of his chest. The connection from him to you leaves you sweltering.

When love meets heartache it creates fire. Maybe you were always meant to burn.

He feels more alive than you’ve ever felt in your whole life.

“I love you, Applin,” you say, repeating the name Laventon always called you. Your fingers from your free hand trail lightly over his hair, the waves and curls so familiar to you. Sometimes you wonder why he hid so much of his beauty under the beanie.

“I thought you were going to die,” you hear him whisper, not entirely lucid. He always murmured in his sleep, sometimes about Pokémon, sometimes about Jubilife. Often about you. “That was…very mean of you…”

Laventon’s words blur together like cursive, letters and syllables following each other with dips and slopes. His fingers aren’t nearly as tight on your arm anymore, but he shifts into you more, head resting on your leg.

“I promise I didn’t mean it.”

Your palm slides from his hair and catches the round of his cheek. Laventon unconsciously tilts towards your touch.

“I…I don’t know what I’d do without…you,” he whispers, and your name falls from his lips like rain does clouds. “That is…far too horrible…to imagine.”

You hear footsteps from around the Galaxy hall, but all are outside the room. You don’t feel nearly as lonely this time.

“I would come back from the dead for you,” you mumble, voice softer than a Wooloo’s fur.

Even in sleep, Laventon’s mouth quivers into a smile. His lips are barred with the bashful glee of fondness and adoration. In his grin lies an emotion so fragile and tender that speaking it into the world would shatter it. 

“You would…?”

You hum in quiet agreement as your lover’s eyes blink open. He stares at you not as if you’d hung the stars for him, but as if you made them. Laventon’s eyes spell out the stories of all the novels he could write about you, pages and ink held together by only a thin, red thread. He could write about you until his hands stopped working, or speak about you until his lungs gave out. To him, you are everything beautiful, bright, and warm. 

And from the way his eyes of lavender and gray shimmer back at you, you know that he is yours as much as you are his.

“Of course. Anything for you.”

[stairre]

Salut! Tout d'abord, je suis une grande fan de votre écriture car j'aime particulièrement la façon dont vous étoffez mon couple TF préféré (GalvaRod) parce qu' ils sont tellement cool et ils montrent la qualité de leur auteur que je trouve excellente. Félicitations.

Donc, si c'est possible pour le <<ask game>>, j'aimerai lire votre version sur GalvaRod dans le AU où la problématique serait <<la grossesse accidentelle>> (avec Hot Rod comme le porteur)

Néanmoins, si ma demande ne peut être satisfaite, merci d'avoir lu mon commentaire.

À bientôt!

Thank you for your kind words! Now, GalvaRod + Accidental Pregnancy (Hot Rod specified as carrier) –

1. So, I’m thinking late G1. After Unicron, after Rodimus and Galvatron have been at it a while, after Optimus has been resurrected and the Primacy returned to him. This frees Hot Rod up to a) be Hot Rod again, and b) be so incredibly lonely because ascending to the top of the ranks was isolating as all hell, but descending back down doesn’t manage to put him back on the level of everyone else again. They followed him as the Prime for years. They know he’s going to be the Prime again when the time comes. It’s like impostor syndrome from a different angle, and it’s awful.

And, of course, who can forget Galvatron? Galvatron, who will never accept Optimus in Rodimus’ place. Who tracks Hot Rod down just to fight him and exchange banter with him, and prove to him (and to himself) that this is his nemesis, his rival, his fated, his other half, his –

Yeah. They slip into a secret relationship from there. (Well, Scourge and Cyclonus know, but no one else does.)

2. Now, in G1, new mecha come from a) Vector Sigma, like the Aerialbots, b) built and then slowly develop sapience over time, like the Dinobots, and the good old fanon c) from robot pregnancy. Let’s say that when two (or more!) mecha join and blend their sparks and EM fields enough, there is a small, miniscule chance of creating a spark which then orbits around its carrier’s spark and develops and strengthens over time, until it’s ready to be put into a frame.

It’s rare. It is, in fact, so rare, that Hot Rod barely knows what’s happening when the first symptoms show up. It’s only when he looks through the medical archives – he is not going to the med-bay if he can help it – and then in front of a mirror with his chestplate open to see his spark chamber that he fully realises what’s happened. Ah, crud. Now what’s he gonna do?

3. Turns out he probably should have been more worried about what Galvatron was going to do. His bonded (who can look after himself) stuck amidst his enemies (ignoring that his bonded is also ostensibly an enemy)? Difficult, but Hot Rod can handle himself, and Galvatron refuses to insult him so. His mate and unborn heir stranded behind enemy lines? Now that’s a whole other story.

Galvatron has never been a mech inclined to creation. Didn’t, in fact, think that he could kindle a spark with another, the influence of the Destroyer too great within him. So this is nothing short of an actual miracle, and certainly a sign that Hot Rod – the only one who can match him – belongs to and with him, and he to Hot Rod.

Yeah. So there might be a bit of… light kidnapping.

4. Hot Rod’s response to this is somewhere between, Oh, my mate has come for me and is here and keeps me safe and provides for me, the way his carrier coding is rejoicing at, and a much more Autobot and Hot Rod-esque, Bitch the fuck you don’t, what the hell?

But Hot Rod? Hot Rod has a plan.

You see, in Cybertronian society – both Autobot and Decepticon – carriers (currently carrying a spark to emergence) have the absolute last say on matters of the new-spark, especially concerning when and where they choose to separate them from their own spark, and of their new frames. This is a hold-over from when carriers had to be hidden from the view of their Quintesson masters, so that the mecha created may be smuggled out and emerge free, but it still holds strong sway – for better and for worse – to this day.

“Galvatron, if you don’t open negotiations for an end to the war, I’m leaving and I’m taking the new-spark.”

5. The reactions of his fellow Autobots are… something, to say the least. Most of Hot Rod’s time is spent assuring them that yes, he loves (no matter how ill-advisedly) Galvatron, and yes, the carrying was accidental but yes he does want the new-spark, and no, Galvatron is not going to betray the treaty, he’s a mech of his word and more than that he knows what I’ll do if he pulls that kind of slag, chill out.

Optimus looks a bit stunned at how all this ended. Magnus just sort of… runs a hand over his face and then buries himself in logistics. Kup is somehow both Hot Rod’s greatest supporter and greatest detractor with the way he can’t decide whether or not everything that’s happening is good or not. That’s tiring, so Hot Rod hopes he figures that out, because he does love Kup, really and truly, but this is exhausting.

Springer and Arcee join forces with Scourge and Cyclonus regarding being the long-suffering best friends (an Autobot term) or loyal supporters (a Decepticon one) of the two involved. This does not happen immediately, but sometimes strange times make for strange friends.

Galvatron’s grumpy, but delighted at being given free reign to blast the slag out of the Quints and any other threat to the Cybertronians. Hot Rod’s still a bit in shock at the direction his life has taken, but – it’s not a bad shock, and he thinks he could grow to like peace, no matter how strange it is.

The new-spark’s name is Terratron.

[positivelyenby]

This is going to sound so weird, but… I’m out, really loudly so, because at some point I felt like I couldn't keep quiet any longer - so everyone I know knows I’m nonbinary, and I’m a lucky bastard who has a safe workplace (even if I’m the first nonbinary person they all have encountered so they’re a bit clueless, they’re earnest), so I’m fine with everyone else knowing, I want the world to know. I’m trying to use my Adult With A Job-ness to make conferences and the like make gendered titles optional or at least offer some option that isn’t binary when I’m signing up (sadly no success with the former, but some with the latter, and I feel more guilty about how I’ve ended up putting extra stress on nonbinary people who aren’t out, don’t use the gender neutral alternative offered, use a gendered title but now have people assuming they’re a binary gender… more than I feel relieved about signing up without having to misgender myself). I try and introduce myself with pronouns. Post top surgery I am planning to give zero fucks about working topless in the garden when it’s hot outside, or going for a swim. But sometimes I feel like I’m just a loud asshole who’s making too big a deal out of their gender, that people will expect that all nonbinary people are Like That, that they'll assume everyone is okay with being out everywhere, that I’m putting pressure on people who don’t want to disclose their gender by being Like That, that I've just defined another box to put people into… how much of an ass am I?

Youre not an ass anon dont worry. Everyone's volume of outness is different and thats okay. Cis people will always have their own perceived ideas of us and of our community. Theres not much we can do to sway it one way or another on a broad scale. Speaking from my own outness volume that heavily fluctuates seeing someone whose volume is so loud is actually helpful. It makes me happy to see someone so loud and out. Its okay, youre okay dont worry 💚

[femboywolfox]

ezra's morning routine (breakfast and getting ready)

after getting to the kitchen benny was fully awake allowing ezra to set him down, allowing her hands to be free to cook. whilst she scrambled some eggs, and frying up bacon benny stayed near her sitting at her feet with his head resting on her legs, her tail swayed as she hummed a joyful song to herself. benny gently rubs his cheek on ezra's knee while softly purring, which earns a small chuckle from her before she rests her other knee between his ears and rubs his head. he purrs a little louder as he tilts his head back to allow his mussle to rub agianst her aswell, ezra finishes cooking and puts their plates together before walking to the table to eat with benny staying behind to clean up and wash the dishes.

shortly after finishing her plate ezra looked over to her lover who had already stuffed his lil body full, making his belly a noticeable bulge as he layed on the couch with a sickly expression on his face. she simply walked over and sat beside benny while gently rubbing her hand along his stomache which made him start to purr, it didnt take much to make benny purr, simple acts to keep him relaxed and happy like headpats, pets, rubs, and anything involving physical affection was enough, and she was always happy to give it to him since it helped her relax aswell, she remembered the long nights she spent at her desk when she had to take work home, her feet tucked under benny and his warm fur as he laid beneath the desk soundly asleep.

after a few minutes of rubbing benny's belly, ezra looks down his legs before setting her gaze to his feet, his soft pink colored paw pads gently rubbed the fabric of the sofa. she gently pushes a finger in the area between his toes and his bigger pad, his toes curl up, gently gripping her with his warm fleshy pads, benny isnt the one to let others play around with his paws since they're so sensitive, but he didnt mind it when she did, since she knew to be careful and where he liked having his paws rubbed. she smiles softly to herself before getting up and walking quietly to their bedroom to get ready, gently brushing her tail over benny's legs and stomach as she walked away.

as she gets dressed she hears the soft sound of paw pads sliding across the floor in steps, turning to the door she finds benny standing there with a pillow from the couch infront of his face, ezra giggles and pulls away the pillow revealing a light blush on his face and she cups his rosey colored cheek in her hand, his eyes were tightly shut. "you can open your eyes babe, im already dressed", he slowly opens his eyes and looks up at her, his rosey cheeks still remaining, "why are you still blushy baby boy?" she tilts her head slightly with a small smile, "y-y-you're j-just so p-pretty" benny shyly whispers, which made ezra smile even more before she kisses him. "so whats up fluffball? i know you'd never risk walking in on me changing if you didnt have something important to tell me" her tail swayed gently on the floor before slowly moving it around to encircle benny's legs. "y-your boss c-called, he said half the design team is out sick so you're taking a day off incase" ezra pulls benny closer to her, a almost predatory look in her eyes makes the smaller bee-cat gulp as the rosey color on his cheeks grew. "looks like i get to keep you here all day then~" before benny could awnser she gently lifts him up and kisses his lips, "dont worry bb, i wont be too rash, especially since we have all day"

she walks over to the couch to settle herself and her lover into a long day of pampering, cuddles, and hours of neflix.

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a longer story than i hoped, but i hope its still enjoyable ^^

this was featuring ezra the 8ft tall dominant lover to benny the 5'3 beecat ^^

[asummersday]

@imdefnotvanessa

3. describe the creative process of writing a chapter/fic

starting off strong lmfao

uhm.

okay so for oneshots, i'll just come up with an idea and i just kinda go from there, no actual outline or plan. i prefer my fics to have a happy ending, so i do have the end in mind, and its basically just "it ends with comfort and/or cuddles".

honestly, i only come up with a vague idea of what i want to happen and let the fic do its own thing.

for some of my longer works (three-shots or oneshots that go over 10k and have a plot), i'll come up with a mental list of the things i want to happen, no real outlines to worry about there either.

regarding fics with more than 3 chapters: i havent written those since 2020 (which is. wild) so i only have one example for this (since my last longfic was zero outline, just a core concept, "fuck it we ball". i like the energy 16 y/o me brought to the table tbh). what i did for all the ashes in my wake was that i made an outline (just filled with the major plot points in the fic, bullet point style) just to have a general direction to take the fic in.

then i made a chapter by chapter outline (that i update everytime i veer off-track or introduce something i didnt originally intend to add in (*cough* big mama *cough*)). i just jot down the basic things that will happen, how its gonna end, plus some basic notes regarding the progress of the internal + external conflicts. stuff to keep in mind and the such.

(sorry if this one is a bit all over the place, it's hard to really describe my creative process other than just saying "chaos and dozens of sticky notes")

15. how do you write smut scenes? Do you get very visual or detailed? How important is it to be realistic?

i've never actually written any smut scene. first, i think i'd be very bad at it, but also i've just never really wanted to write anything smutty.

20. have you noticed any patterns in your fics? Words/expressions that appear a lot, themes, common settings, etc?

i DO actually have a common setting for patrol scenes!! i like to set those in warehouses more often than not. not sure why, maybe because it's such a generic bad guy location, or because it's a location that doesn't require too much research. when in doubt on where to set your patrol/fight scene, put em in a warehouse!

other than that, i like to compare my characters feeling dizzy/about to pass out to feeling like they're underwater/everything feels muffled/murky

similarly, when a character wakes up after passing out/being knocked out, i like to write "it was like breaching the surface of a murky pond" or something like that

(i wish i could put more here, im just very bad at noticing my own writing patterns lmao.)

26. which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?

my one and only crackfic ghosts? in front of MY salad? where duke thomas decides the best sibling bonding activity is trying to summon a ghost when he lives in gotham city. this was written in one sitting at 3 in the morning, and you can tell.

here's a little gem from this nonsensical fic:

“So,” Duke said nervously. “Does anyone know how to unsummon a ghost?” Another lamp was knocked off a cabinet and smashed on the ground. Alfred was really not gonna be happy.

55. of the characters you write for, which is your favorite? has that choice been swayed at all by your followers/readers’ reactions to certain ones?

hm. for this fandom, my favorite to write for is Leo (i dont think ive been subtle about that LMFAO)

the choice wasn't really swayed by followers or readers, he's just so easy to write for me because i relate to him (and raph) the most, and we share a similar sense of humor which really makes writing internal dialogue and his pov chapters easy for me. and this is especially true for ataimw, but im the oldest and i saw a lot of myself in leo when he was arguing with raph in the movie and i quite literally went "oh so he is EXACTLY like me during arguments"

i do HC leo as the younger twin, so with me being the oldest sibling, you would THINK raph would be easier to write for me but nope!! apparently not!!

(maybe its bc i see leo as having adhd like me and going "i can write that. I CAN WRITE THAT")

thank you for the ask!! <33

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[dantelionwishes]

I REALLY WAS GOING TO POST MY ACE ATTORNEY/NARUMITSU LOGS THIS DECEMBER BUT..............THE ATTACK ON TITAN S4 EXCITEMENT IS TOO STRONG 👉😫👈

HOW AM I GONNA FOCUS ON ONLINE CLASSES LIKE THIS LIKE DONT GET ME STARTED SJDJSJDJJSJS

[that-one-weeb-buts-its-the-main]

He knows you all to well | Matt Murdock/Daredevil

Reader: "you" mostly

Type: headcannons/ rough outline for something possibly in the future

Warnings: 18+, sex implied and short kinda detailed, hard to explain its like: has smut but its not all smut just certain like parts, also has a lot of fluff too

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Matt Murdock wow. Hes.

Wow

Thats all you can think. Mans something else.

Especially since you're a rival vigilantly.

Its almost fun teasing him

You're the type to act sexy.

But Matt knows its an act

"You're hurting you don't have to try and get my attention with looks or hip sways. Blind remember?"

You both talk shit to each other for sure.

You guys only know each other as "heroes" not in civillian life

Which you find a shame, he seems like he'd be a really nice guy to talk to

You both dont do partners but well shit here you are

You're bleeding heavily in a trapped room and thats when he confesses

"I don't know what I'll do without your bullshit."

"Real nice devil boy...ah...that hurts..."

He only chuckles, but it goes silent, heavy footsteps in the distance.

"Im gonna be blunt with you.." Matt spoke, "I want you in my bed."

"Settle for a kiss now devil boy come here."

It was a passionate last dying kiss vibe.

Even though you didn't die

You both made it out, and be patched you up.

You felt like he left you on, saying "not tonight" as you were injured.

"Let me see you're face. So i know who Im kissing."

He chuckles, "One day."

He can't help it though, after patching up your side, your scent is so strong as he sits himself between your legs, kissing the skin of your stomach

The horns of his helmet causing your shirt to ride up as he drags his kisses further and further up. But stops before going to high up.

"I want you."

"Then take me."

"No. No. Not when your hurt like this. I. I don't...."

"Then I'll do it. Sit on the couch."

You straddle his legs, leaving you in controll.

And when it comes to taking off his armour he's quick about it. You're just as quick about your clothing tossing it somewhere, but when he wants to take his mask off and put something more breatheable on you pout

"I liked the horns." You pouted.

"Did you now?" He asked with a smile.

"Lets me know that I have power over the devil himself."

"Mhm... I'll keep that in mind. Cover your eyes."

You could only sigh and waited for him to return your eyes chlothes, and he's wrapping his eyebrows and eyes in bandages.

He thought it was hot when you whispered to him to inform him when people were near and now you're ontop of him and so close to his ear whispering the dirtest shit you can.

The rooms filled with heavy pants and loud moaning. Blissful sounds being torn from Matts throat as his hands kept at Y/n's hips, helping them up and down, bouncing ontop his stiff cock.

Its passionate heavy sex. It weighs you down afterwards.

Your silencing each heavy moan from his chest with a sloppy kiss.

But unfortunately its a "lets have sex then I gotta go"

And you do, kissing his lips for a single time afterward.

You understand hes not exactly ready to show you who he is. And you keep your own identity quite as well.

That was till you needed a lawyer to help your mother out, they're trying to evict her from a home shes been at since your mothers grandparents immigranted to the U.S.

"Im Nelson and this is my partner Matt Murdock. What can we do for you?"

They were both sweet and they took on your mothers case without a worry.

"I can pay you all handsomely."

"No need." Matt responded.

You only laughed, "Thank you for your kidness but Im still paying you."

Lets just say your both flirting with each other

You don't even mean it: its natural

Foggy knows Matts snagged another babe

Its not like you and daredevil are dating anyways; you fucked like once- so far

You contuine to return to the firm when needed for your mother.

And You and Matt contuine to go at it: cheesey flirting to make the other blush corningly

Yet you both contuine to have mind blowing frustrated sex with another as vigilantes.

You guys fucked pretty much everywhere: rooftop, alley ways, back streets in an enemy base after you cleared it out

But still you dont tell each other who you are.

And you and Matt? As you know Y/n and Matt. Are so innocent and sweet.

You both share a sweet kiss at a hole in the wall chinese place your moms sister owned with her husband.

You and Daredevil? Stop- you compeletly stopped fucking

Your actually both joking about it after patrol

"Find someone too?"

Y/n laughed, "how'd you know?"

"I seems I've done the same."

Y/n hums, "you know I think I like him so much because hes the opposite of you."

Daredevil laughs, "diddo."

Y/n chuckled.

You and Matt go on some dates, especially during the day, because you know living the double life.

You've guys have yet to have sex and its sad, you know it would be amazing too and he knows the same.

But finally you both cave in, in his apartment, he's sitting legs open wide and your straddling his lap

"Want me to blindfold you?"

He laughs, "good one."

You smile at him, leaning down and kissing him softly, his hands run up your sides and you pull his shirt off. But you stop.

"What's wrong?" He asked you softly, "We don't have too-"

"...where....where did you get this scar...."

He's silent as you run over it, "You're daredevil aren't you?"

His breath is stuck in his throat, words in his stomach.

"...you're..."

"Yeah..."

He quickly pulls you down into a passionate kiss. Hands running through your hair as you kiss him back: "God I love you..." he whispers against your lips.

Life's just that much better now that you both know about each other

Its like your hard sexy sex mixes with your soft passionate time consuming sex

And god is it amazing.

You tease him constantly: "a good catholic man. Turns into the red devil at night."

He only ever laughs at you.

"Mhm. But you're my devil."

Waking up to you everyday is even better now.

You both crash together and all

"You know." He starts, its day time and the both of you have woken up, "Im glad."

"Glad for what?" You ask in a sleepy voice.

"For you." He hums, the sleep slowly rubbing away from him.

You only chuckle, "as you should be."

He laughs rubbing his eyes as he streches out.

"Im glad for you to. My devilish alter boy."

You two share a long and tired kiss.

[free-pool-trash]

dancing with our hands tied - peter maximoff

here it is you guys... the ✨very spicy✨ sequel to delicate which can be read here <3 (had to keep the rep song title theme going here)

please for the love of god let me know how this is I’ve never written smut before so please go crazy with the asks/comments/reblogs on this one I’d really appreciate it😩😓

word count: 4k 😳 (it’s not all smut dont get too excited)

warnings: +18 content, sexy times, unprotected wrap it before you tap it, swearing, i tried to keep vulgarity on a low level but i decided to just commit towards the end lmao, insinuation to sex from the beginning , some fluff and a tiny bit of angst sprinkled in there too, wandavision spoilers

You can definitely read this as a stand alone but it’ll make more sense if you read delicate first !! enjoy <3

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The days you spent in WestView had been tiring. Wanda seemed to be losing her composure with each day that passed, you watched how she became more and more skeptical of Peter and found yourself growing all the more anxious with the situation you’d run head first into. But, you were with Peter, your mind and his mind were free of Wanda’s influence and she’d been kind enough to appoint the pair of you your own house in the neighbourhood, a few doors down from her own, so, you couldn’t complain too much.

Today was a relatively quiet day, but you had a feeling that just meant you were in the calm before the storm. Tonight was, apparently, Halloween. Despite the fact that it was nowhere near October, you were more than happy to play along with Wanda’s over the top festivities.

Peter and Tommy had just zoomed into your and Peter’s bedroom, sporting matching outfits and excited expressions as they looked at you expectantly, “Well? What’d ya think?” Peter asked, motioning between himself and Tommy. The littlest speedster awaited your answer with wide, hopeful eyes, wanting validation from his cool uncle’s even cooler ‘friend’.

Yeah, you’d made out on Wanda’s couch but you still hadn’t addressed the question of where exactly your relationship stood. It felt as though the pair of you were both actively avoiding the awkward conversation, opting instead to simply fall into bed together every single night and completely disregard the boundaries of friendship in favour of hearing each other moaning until the early hours of the morning.

With a smile you let out a low whistle, “Looking good boys. I gotta say, Tommy, I think you’re outshining your uncle right now.”

You had to laugh when Tommy smirked triumphantly at Peter, “I told you she liked me more than you.” He boasted proudly and your laughs grew louder when Peter huffed angrily. He crossed his arms over his chest and jutted his bottom lip out childishly.

“Y/n, tell him you like me more.” Peter demanded, again, childishly.

You only grinned, “No comment.” You told him airily, making your way to your closet and hesitantly pulling out the latex costume Wanda created for you off of the rail, holding it by the hanger skeptically.

It was Peter’s turn to let out a whistle when his eyes scanned the skimpy looking leotard suspended by the hanger. The fabric mimicked the design of Peter and Tommy’s outfits although it seemed Wanda had gone out of her way to make yours ever so slightly sexier. The leotard was strapless with a sweetheart neckline and a silver lightning bolt ran through the light blue material. The only saving grace was the silver tights that hung from the hanger as well, at least you’d have some kind coverage. With one last peek into the closet, your eyes landed on a pair of white, knee high gogo boots.

“Christ…” You muttered, eyebrows furrowing at the thought of wearing the ensemble out in public, if it was cold tonight Wanda would be in for an aggressive telling off. With a deep sigh you turned to the two speedsters who were both staring at you, waiting for you to say something. “I guess we’re all gonna be matching tonight.”

“Sweet!” Tommy exclaimed while Peter only smirked. Peter, with a lot of effort, moved his attention from your costume to his nephew.

“Why don’t you go hang out with your brother for a while? I gotta talk to Y/n for a sec.” Tommy welcomed the suggestion, only nodding his head before he had sped out of your house and back to his own.

A gust of wind hit your face as Peter sped himself in front of you, the man didn’t hide his intentions as he gripped your hips and pulled you flush against him. Swaying his body against yours and bringing his lips to the exposed skin of your neck. He trailed his lips up your neck, sucking and nipping, smirking when you let out small noises of approval. When his lips reached the spot behind your ear, he gave a final, harsh suck which had your breath hitching and whining when he pulled away.

To be honest, you’d love to be able to call him your boyfriend and be certain that he thought of you as his girlfriend, but at the moment you were perfectly happy with whatever the fuck the two of you had going on if it meant you could keep feeling him against you like this.

“I cannot wait to see you wearing that.” He all but groaned against your ear, his voice deep and gravelly. The butterflies in your stomach went feral at his words and you had to pull your bottom lip between your teeth to keep from letting out a moan from his tone of voice alone, not to mention the fact that his crotch was pressed up against yours, he was excited to say the least.

Your hands slid up his chest and settled on either side of Peter’s neck, you gently pulled his head out from the crook of your nape and teasingly raised an eyebrow at him, “Maybe later I’ll let you help me get out of it.”

A wicked grin spread across his lips, he squeezed your hips in response, tugging you into him even further for some kind of relief then pressed his lips to yours briefly, murmuring against them, “That’s definitely a plan I can get behind.”

Giving him one last kiss, you pried his hands from your hips and pushed him away, “Alright, get lost I need to get ready.”

“Meet me at Wanda’s?” You nodded at his question, letting out a deep sigh you hadn’t noticed you’d been holding when he finally sped out of the room.

After a second of cooling down, you pulled on the outfit and you’d be the first to admit; Wanda knew what she was doing with this one. You looked incredible, albeit a little stupid in the costume, but still incredible.

When you made your way over to Wanda’s to meet up with the others, you let out a laugh seeing as Wanda was essentially wearing the same outfit as you, only with the added extras of a cape and gloves.

“Hey! Why are you dressed the same as Uncle P and Tommy?” Billy asked you curiously, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he glanced between you and Peter for answers. The speedster in question was smirking proudly, his arm finding a spot wrapped around your shoulder.

“Because she’s totally obsessed with me.” He lied with an over dramatic sigh, causing Tommy to laugh.

You rolled your eyes, elbowing him in the ribs playfully before focusing your attention onto Wanda, “I think it’s safe to say that Wanda and I will be winning best couples costume.” Wanda gave you a knowing grin and a not at all subtle wink in response to your statement.

“Only the best for the best.” She replied, walking forward and linking her arm with yours, stealing you away from Peter who whined in protest, “Oh hush, you can have her back later.”

Telepathy definitely had its perks, one of those perks being you could tell there was more to Wanda than just being an evil puppeteer. The two of you got along extremely well, you were actually growing to see her as a friend. It helped that you knew her story, though. You sympathised with her, knowing full well that if you lost the love of your life you’d probably create a false reality to be with him too. You’d already followed him into a fake reality so you supposed it wasn’t really too much of a stretch to imagine yourself in Wanda’s position.

As the night went on, yourself, Wanda and Peter were sitting around in town square, the twins having run off somewhere. Tensions were high between the interreality siblings at the minute, Peter seemed to be having the time of his life getting on Wanda’s last nerve, poking and prodding at her lifestyle choices.

“Lay off, Pete.” You warned quietly, your stare serious as you felt Wanda becoming impatient with the mutant. Your breathing stopped for a moment and you let put a horrified gasp, your hand clapped over your mouth as you stared at the image in front of you.

Peter’s skin was grey, his eyes were milky and he was littered in what you could only assume to be bullet holes- he was dead- no, you realised as you caught Wanda’s pained expression, he was Pietro.

Wanda regained her composure after a few seconds but the sight of Peter dead was enough to shake you to your very core and you found yourself shaking where you stood.

You didn’t even have a chance to regain your composure before shit had hit the fan. It had happened in a blur, Billy and Tommy were frantic and worried about Vision being in trouble and next thing you knew Wanda was sending Peter flying with a ball of energy after he made a smartass comment about Vision not dying twice.

Quickly, you ran to Peter’s side, he was groaning in pain and looking up at you through squinted eyes, “What the hell was that all about?” He grumbled, hiding his head in your lap when you got down on your knees beside him.

With a sigh you let your body fold against his, wrapping your arms around him and letting your head rest against his shoulder, the image of him bleeding out still too fresh and real in your mind. You could berate him for his brash behaviour another time, for now though; you just needed him close.

“Come on, dumbass. Let’s get you home before you decide to cause more trouble.” You mumbled, pulling him up with you. Ignoring his whining while you led him home, your arm remained firmly around his waist the whole way despite the fact he’d recovered from the blast Wanda dealt him after only a few minutes.

When you got back to the house that Wanda had deemed yours upon your arrival, you finally allowed yourself to breathe. Peter was staring at you with a guilty expression as you released a heavy breath through your nose and shuffled into the kitchen, the heels of your boots scraping on the hardwood as you walked.

Like a lost puppy, Peter followed you. Once he reached you lent against the sink he wrapped his arms around you from behind. He knew you weren’t angry at him by the way your arms immediately moved to grip his and tug them tighter around you.

“You know, her real twin- Pietro… he died,” Peter’s face contorted in confusion when you began to speak, he listened with concern as he could already hear your voice beginning to shake, absentmindedly he caught himself tucking you closer against his chest. “For a second… you must have said something that hit a nerve but for a few seconds…” Your voice hitched and you shook your head in an attempt to knock the image out of your mind, though you had a feeling it would haunt you for as long as you lived. When Peter noticed you’d started chewing at your bottom lip, as you always did when something was causing you anxiety, he gently turned you around in his arms so that he could look at you, his arms remaining firmly around you, yours finding a place resting against his chest.

“What happened, sweetheart?” He cooed, his eyes very much alive and staring into yours.

Swallowing thickly you answered, “You looked like him. You were dead.” You told him quietly and he was sure the look of grief on your face, brought on by the thought of him dying, would haunt him for a lifetime.

Your eyes watered as you took in his face. Scanning every part of it, his brown eyes that made you melt, the dimples that could still be faintly seen even when he wasn’t smiling, the lips that took up the vast majority of your thoughts and that tiny furrow between his brows as he looked down at you with worry.

You loved him.

Of course, you’d known this for years. But you needed him to know, and even though you were already well aware the overwhelming feeling is mutual, you needed to hear him say it.

His thumb running under your eye pulled you from your thoughts, “I’m not going anywhere, baby.” He whispered softly, his hand cupping your cheek as his thumb ran back and forth over your cheek bone. Your stomach flipped at the pet name and you nuzzled against his touch.

“Good. I don’t want to lose you ever again.” You confessed, looking up at him through your lashes fondly as his lips formed an almost sad smile.

Gently, he brought his lips down to meet yours, pouring his heart into the kiss, hoping it would make up for the turmoil he felt responsible for causing you. Too soon, he pulled away.

“Believe me, I’m never leaving your side. I mean come on, I’m without you for like three days and I end up being mind controlled by my sister who isn’t even my sister.” He chuckled out, a grin growing on his face as you began to smile too. He let his eyes close blissfully when you brushed your nose against his, a toothy smile on your face.

“You, Peter Maximoff, are completely hopeless.” You whispered through your smile as he opened his eyes to look at you. His own face sporting an adoring smile.

Your heart skipped a beat the second his next words passed through his smiling lips, “Without you, Y/n L/n, yes I am.” Within a second your arms were around his shoulders and your lips were moving frantically against his. Peter’s hands wasted no time in sliding down to your thighs, gripping them and propping you up onto the kitchen counter.

Your legs automatically wrapped around his waist and your hands got lost in his hair, keeping him as close as humanly possible while his lips migrated to your jaw.

An appreciative hum left your throat as he lapped at the underside of your jaw, leaving a mark before trailing his lips back to your mouth. His tongue licked at your bottom lip as he kissed you, moving it into your mouth the first chance he got. Peter moaned into your mouth when you gave his tongue a light suck.

You grinned at the sound and leaned your weight forward so you were primarily resting against his body, your arms and legs wrapped tightly around his body, your ass barely resting on the counter by that point. Welcoming your movements, Peter’s hands glided up from your thighs to grip your ass and pull you from the counter completely.

He carried you clumsily through the halls of the house, bumping into furniture and pausing to press your body against walls, his eyes closed and lips never separating from yours. You were about a foot away from the stairs when you felt your back make contact with the plaster behind you, your chest heaving when Peter abandoned your lips in favour of littering wet kisses across your chest, no doubt leaving a trail of hickeys in his wake.

You let your head fall back against the wall, enjoying the sensation of Peter nipping and licking at your skin, the man diving back to your neck as soon as he realised that your head thrown back made it entirely exposed to him. You released a breathy moan when his lips ghosted over a sensitive patch of skin, he moved his tongue frantically and you shuddered at the feeling of his hot breath hitting your bruised skin.

“Peter…” You whined when he pushed his crotch up against yours, pressing you further into the wall smirking against your neck when you called his name.

“Yes?” He asked teasingly, rutting his hips against yours once more, deliberately attempting to pull another moan from you, he obviously succeeded. His smirk broadened when you let out a huff and tugged his hair so he’d look at you.

Peter swore he was in heaven when his eyes met yours again, your face was red and your eyes were half-lidded, pupils blown wide with lust as your chest heaved. He could’ve exploded on the spot when you tugged your bottom lip between your teeth and looked at him innocently, all the while grinding your hips slowly and firmly against his. Peter clenched his jaw and let his eyes fall shut, his hands gripping your hips so tightly that you were pretty certain the area would have bruises come tomorrow. You were struggling to care about that though, focusing your energy on the man who had you pinned against the wall.

You brought your lips to Peter’s neck, repaying the favour, not detaching until you left a dark, albeit small, purple bruise on the underside of his jaw. Deciding to prolong the teasing for a little while longer you moved your lips up and let them hover by his ear and you began to let out soft little moans in response to his grinding, the action caused Peter’s movements to become more frantic and your lips to form in a smirk as you felt him hardening against you.

His breath was laboured when he murmured, “Let’s take this upstairs, yeah?” Before you could even answer he had sped the pair of you to the bedroom and you let your feet return to the floor.

As he stood in front of you, you took him in, swollen lips and Halloween hair completely tossed, not to mention the tent in his trousers that was very visible despite the layers of his costume. When your bodies collided again, it was a frenzy of hands, the both of you practically tearing the fabric off the other until you were in nothing but your underwear, kissing sloppily and stumbling towards the bed.

Peter’s lips attached to your chest again the second your back hit the mattress. He groped at your right breast while his tongue sucked on the other, swapping over before you pulled him back up to you.

The way he slotted between your legs and how his forehead rested on yours felt so perfect, you couldn’t help but grin.

“You’re gorgeous, sweetheart.” He muttered between kisses against your lips, his hands kneading your breasts as he did.

You were practically dripping by the time his hand slid down your stomach and under the band of your underwear. For someone with super speed he was moving agonisingly slow at the moment, his hand rubbing languidly over your wet core while he swallowed your moans.

“Fuck- God, Peter please.” You whined, your hips bucking into his hand, desperate for more friction than he was giving you.

The sound of your voice, so needy for him, was all he needed before he was pulling your underwear off, tossing the thin material over his shoulder haphazardly and shimmying out of his own boxers, clumsily kicking them away from his ankles, earning a giggle from you.

When he kneeled on the bed between your bent and separated knees you sat yourself up, sliding one hand up his bare chest and resting it against his shoulder while the other slid downward, only stopping once it was wrapped around his shaft. Peter sucked in a harsh breath when your began pumping him softly, the man completely losing it when your thumb swiped over his tip collecting the precum that had gathered and using it to wet the length of his dick as you continued to fuck him with your hand.

As much as Peter was loving the image and feeling of you jacking him off, he knew if you carried on he wouldn’t be able to last much longer. Still, he didn’t have the heart to pull your hand away when you were making him feel so good. His head found it’s favourite spot in the crook of your neck and he groaned out against the skin that was littered with little purple and red marks from his earlier work, which he’d be sure to admire later, “Shit, Y/n-“ He croaked through a moan, hands gripping your hips as he fought the urge he had to thrust into your hand, “M’not gonna last much longer if you keep doing that.” He groaned out, almost reluctantly, not truly wanting you to stop while simultaneously craving more.

You stopped your motions at his statement, giggling when he let out a strangled noise of disappointment at the sudden lack of pleasure. Doing the honours, you lined him up with your entrance, letting him take over when his lips connected with yours.

Peter gently pushed you back until your head was resting against your pillow and your back was flush with the mattress. His lips continued to mesh with yours as he pushed into you inch by inch until he bottomed out. The deep groan he released was music to your ears and your hands gripped his biceps when he began to thrust in and out.

A symphony of moans filled the room as Peter had managed to set a steady pace, trying his best not to let his mutation get the best of him, as much as he wanted to just go to town he was determined to make you feel as good as you made him feel and judging by the way your head was thrown back and his name fell from your lips like a prayer; he guessed he was doing an okay job.

In only a few minutes Peter had you gasping and clutching onto him like your life depended on it as he picked up speed, one of his hands reaching down between your bodies to rub your clit, his hips snapping against yours. Soon enough, you felt the pressure in your stomach release, your walls clenching around Peter’s dick as your back arched and you released around him. After only a few more staggered strokes, Peter moaned your name against your lips, finishing inside of you and thrusting lazily, riding out his high and subsequently helping you ride out yours.

You let out a blissful sigh when Peter pulled out and rolled over to lay on his back beside you, his chest heavy and his blonde hair sticking slightly against his forehead.

“That- that was awesome.” He mumbled, intertwining his fingers with yours, holding your hand by his side.

Over the last couple of nights you and Peter had, admittedly, ended up in a similar position but neither of you intended for it to happen. It’d usually start off innocently enough, with cuddling or just talking and then one of you would move in just that little bit closer and things would escalate. But there was something about this time that felt a lot more emotional than the few times before. “It was.” You agreed with an airy giggle, squeezing his hand affectionately.

A gust of air shook you from your haze. Peter had taken it upon himself to clean up the mess the pair of you had left between your legs, a pair of his boxers and one of his t-shirts now adorned your body matching him as he wore the same.

He was on his side facing you, his arms holding you against his chest securely the same way they had the night you’d shown up in WestView and urged him to kiss you. When he took you in, he kicked himself for missing out on so much of you for so long.

He was certain, one of these days he’d actually speak the three words that followed him around whenever he thought about you, but as he watched your eyes flutter closed, he decided the words would be best spoken some other time. He was well aware you already knew, just as he was well aware that you loved him, it needed to be said. Eventually, but not quite yet.