#i have such a bad fever rn so i decided to just give up after working on this for 8 hours total….

[willthespy]

Nico di Angelo ; Fallen Angel (ft. Will Solace)

(sorry for being inactive. i promise I’ll still do the requests…one day (soon))

[miyaz6ki]

Imagine

Kinich with

With a breeding kink

Imagine him not allowed to finish inside at the beginning, but gods does he beg to

Eventually reader gives in and allows him to

Hhhhhhhhes so jekfmekdkfke😞

──── i wanna see some!!

⠀ ۪ ⠀✧ synopsis. baby fever & kinich (i cant think of anything aesthetic)

⠀ ۪ ⠀✧ pairings. kinich x gn!afab!reader !!NSFW CONTENT AHEAD!!

⠀ ۪ ⠀✧ director's notice. thank you all again for 1k, i might be a bit slow with posts since projects are going crazy at class rn sob

kinich who has to plead and beg to cum inside of you. even if it is in the heat of the moment; there's no shame in asking, you are his partner after all.

after a few times where stress gets to you and you both wanna relieve it (sex)- you might as well indulge into the activity, right?

but after a few more tries, you can sense how tempted your lover was to keep your hips attached to his before he came, literally having to ask you with that oh-so-whiny voice.

"ah- pretty, please- ahhn- fffuck let me cum in you- need it s'bad." you felt bad hearing how desperate he was, but no no no you both had lives outside of this. it could be a lot of hassle. jokes on you though because he already has baby names planned out for them ^_^

so in love with the way your hole just takes him so good he can't help but ask more and more, it'd be an honor to orgasm with you anyway, he wouldn't have it any other way.

kinich who already had your legs hoisted up on his shoulder, his gloved grip strong against the plush of your thighs, archons was he hot. "p- please.. c'mon i've been treating you real nice, right? let me breed you." he whispered into your ear as he leaned forward.

ever since he saw you with mualani's baby niece in your arms, cooing to her like how any parent would. making the small child in your arms smile, and giggle at your peekaboo attempts, or how you tickled her with a sense of gentleness.

what would your kids with him look like? shit he could already imagine.. his black-blue hair and your (e/c) colored eyes. or what if they had your hair, and his eyes? or maybe they'd be your little carbon copy, and take after their dad for personality. his mind hasn't stopped ever since seeing the situation unfold in front of him.

but when you finally let him, of course he has to build up the best orgasm for you both to share! fitting his head into the crook of your neck; "what do you think our kids would look like? or act like?" it felt like the more he talked, the faster he went. "mmph.. maybe i jus' wanna see you with a round belly. jus' wanna see you bearing our child."

he could already imagine life after you've given birth, what would he name them if it were to be a girl, or perhaps a boy? maybe a mixture of both of your names? or let you decide?

"ahh- u- uhuh? you like the way i thrust into you, right? i'd hate for you to be uncomfortable." he hummed as he continued drilling his cock into you. your hole was already so wet from the previous foreplay beforehand, well of course when you let him cum inside, he'll want a taste of your pussy before it's alllll gone!

he'll still ask you if he could kiss you right after. he wants to make what'll happen now special for you and him to look back onto in the future. laughing or not at the past, he'll make sureit's memorable..

of course by the evident, and growing bulge in your tummy. oh fffuck you could feel it coming already-

"d- don't cum yet, p- pretty. w'na do it together." he mumbles out, barely being able to control himself, he placed one of your stray palms onto the mark on your stomach. "you feel me inside you?"

you couldn't help but let out a loud moan, throwing your head back before he quickly pulls your hair to look back at him.

"don't look anywhere else, pretty, i wanna see the way you look when i make you cream on my dick while i cum too. okay?"

you could hear the loud sound of his shaft slapping against you loudly in the stray hallways of the outside lobby of the hotel you both stayed in- previously on a mission.

even what felt like the fifteenth time you've came on his cock again, it just seemed like it only throbbed, continuously hard throughout all your climaxes. each dominant vein on his cock you could feel, the way his grip tightened around your waist as he took the gloves on his hands with his mouth to make sure not to waste a drop.

"mmf- k- kin i'm g'na-" you try to close your thighs, but to no avail, as kinich's palm, previously on your hair, moves swiftly to keep them open. "i know y'can take me baby, don't worry."

kinich who wrapped a possessive arm around you as you came, holding your waist close to his as you came. as his warm load shot up inside you, letting you arch your back all you wanted on the base of his cock. your arms instinctively rang around his neck, still shaking, trembling almost from coming with him.

he slowly let you lay down on the comfort of the pillows.

he leans down next to you, his fingers still keeping themselves inside your hole.

"not a drop wasted, 'kay?"

he couldn't wait 'till the day came that he'd be able to see kids of both your descents-

"what's with all the-" ajaw's jaw drops at the scene of you cuddling, and kinich hand still inside your hole.

"..." "..YOU ARE DISGUSTING!!"

i kind of ran out mid way for ideas, so sorry if this isn't what you were looking for sob

[aurorawritestoescape]

BAD BLOOD

Pairing: step uncle Joel Miller x f!reader x stepdad Tommy Miller

Summary: you want your stepdad and your step uncle offers to help.

Tw for this part: +18, mdni, smut, talk of step-cest (for now), everyone is horrible, EVERYONE, big age gap (reader is 22, Joel and Tommy are in their late and mid-40s), degradation, f!masturbation, dark Joel, perv!joel, soft dark Tommy, dark reader, dirty thoughts all around, face slapping, smoking, swearing

Word count: 3,5k

A/n: no one look at me🫣 This is part 1 of my depraved family fic as I call it. I plan on 3 parts, next two are gonna be much more smutty. I have a fever rn so sorry for any mistakes. Hope you enjoy! 😵‍💫 @milla-frenchy it’s your fault for hyping this up so much!😘

Masterlist || Part II || Series masterlist

“How’s that stepdaughter of yours? Calls you daddy yet?”

“No, Joel, she’s twenty two. She ain’t gonna call me daddy,” Tommy replies, fumbling with the coaster under his beer bottle.

“Never say never,” Joel mumbles under his breath.

They’re sitting in a crowded bar, their booth table is sticky, the whole atmosphere is depressing and Tommy feels dirty just being here. It was Joel who picked the place and Tommy didn’t object.

“She doesn’t care much about me. Busy with boys,” Tommy explains with a slight sadness in his voice.

Joel’s face twists in a grin, eyes cold and intent, “So she’s a slut?”

Tommy chuckles, “She’s young and single as far as I know. She’s old enough to date. I don’t see any harm in exploring herself.”

“This explorin’ sounds a lot like whorin’ around,” Joel grunts with a smirk, emptying another glass.

“Nah, she’s a good girl,” Tommy follows Joel, chasing the last of his beer with a few nuts.

“Gonna get another round,” Joel says, getting out of their booth. Tommy is about to stop him but he hasn’t seen his brother for a while so he decides that one more beer won’t harm anyone. Yet when Joel returns with four shots of tequila and then two more beers Tommy regrets his stay.

Joel insists and Tommy as always gets influenced by his older brother. They drink and discuss business, work, sports, they drink more and Tommy feels that the room starts spinning. He asks the bartender for water and then returns to the table.

“How long is your stepdaughter staying with you?” Joel asks narrowing his eyes at Tommy.

“For a few more weeks,” Tommy answers, surprised they’re talking about you again.

“Don’t tell me you haven’t thought about it,” Joel lowers his voice, his eyes glinting under the dim lights.

“About what?” Tommy asks, glancing up at his brother. By the tone of Joel, Tommy knows what Joel is talking about and he averts his eyes looking anywhere but his brother’s face.

Joel leans back on the seat, his arm resting on the back of it.

“About fucking her,” Joel speaks louder making Tommy squirm in his seat, as his eyes are darting around the bar.

Joel notices his unease and smirks, “I’ve stayed for a couple of days and already noticed her parading around in her tiny skirts and crop tops. The bitch is waiting to be bent over your kitchen counter, brother.”

Tommy rubs his chin feeling blood rush to his face as well as his crotch, “No, Joel, I love Jess.” Why the fuck is his voice so quiet and shaky all of a sudden?

Joel isn’t having any of it, “Maybe you do, but it doesn’t stop you from wanting to fuck her daughter, right?”

Tommy laughs uncomfortably but the tequila has hit him hard so after a few moments he hums looking at the empty shot glass.

As if having been waiting for this tiny crack in Tommy’s facade, Joel leans on the table getting closer to Tommy, his scowl carnal and triumphant,

“Here’s my little brother. He’s still somewhere inside this boring family man. I remember you being able to get any girl you wanted. Fucked them good. I taught you everything I knew after all. They’re all simple sluts. Call them pretty, then slap their pussy and they’ll do anything for you, give you any hole. Do you want your stepdaughter’s holes, Tommy?”

Tommy’s eyes are blown out and dark, his palms are sweaty. The memories of his escapades flood his mind and he can’t help but get hard thinking of all the pussy he used to get. Before settling down.

“So do you?!” Joel interrupts his brother’s thoughts with a loud question. Tommy flinches, his nerves alight, head cloudy, and answers, “Yes.”

Joel tilts his head and continues, “How would you do it? Hypothetically of course.”

Tommy sees pride in Joel’s eyes and feels cocky. All his life he wanted to get his brother’s approval. It led to a lot of bad situations, as Joel’s influence had been almost always negative. But Tommy can’t help but go back in time to his younger self, drunk on tequila and his sibling’s poisonous words. Staring at his hands he starts talking, quietly but so Joel could hear him,

“I’d fuck her in her room. She has a nice big bed, all pink and pretty. Would push her face into a pillow and rail her from behind. You’re right. She acts like she wants it. Walking into the kitchen in the morning all sleepy in her tiny pjs. The shorts barely cover her ass. I caught a glimpse of her pussy once when she was reaching for the cereal. Nearly came in my pants. She sleeps in just those shorts. Easy access. Could slide them to the side and slip my cock into her tight pussy. Maybe she’d think it’s a dream. Imagine fucking her sleeping body. Fuck…She’d wake up full of her stepdad’s cum and wouldn’t know it. Only later when she starts dripping me out of her hole and...”

Someone shouts in the bar and Tommy snaps out of his drunk daydreaming. He adjusts his hardening bulge and glances up at his brother. He sees Joel’s expression and his body erupts in goosebumps. The man in front of him looks like the devil himself, eyes cold and dark, mouth twisted in a smile that resembles a scowl.

“Got you, brother,” he mumbles and Tommy sees a phone in Joel’s hand. The man puts it on the table and Tommy sees that he’s been on a call with someone. Joel hangs up and leans back grinning wider.

“What the fuck?” Tommy asks trying to clear his mind but in vain. Suddenly he feels like he has blacked out. He must be out cold, drunk and dreaming because he hears your voice. Here, in this dark sleazy bar.

“Hey, daddy!”

As if in slow motion caused by his drinking and shock he sees you slide into their booth and take a seat next to Joel. His brother throws his arm around you.

“What the fuck?” Tommy repeats his question, gaping at you both and you give him an innocent smile putting your hands on your naked thighs barely covered by a short plaid skirt, saying, “Just wanted to join you too. Seems like you’re having fun.”

You feel Joel’s heavy arm on your shoulders, his thumb is caressing your collar bone. You sense him staring at your cleavage peeking out of the low cut top and can’t help but gush.

“We are, baby,” Joel rumbles, licking his lips while Tommy is staring at you and your step uncle.

“Give uncle a smooch, baby. Haven’t seen you in a while,” Joel lowers his face closer to you and you feel tequila on his breath burning your cheek.

“You saw me at breakfast this morning, perv,” you say with a roll of your eyes. Suddenly a hand grabs a fist of your hair and yanks your head back. Joel is pressing his side to yours, his face hovers over you, as he hisses, “that’s no way to talk to your seniors, girl” His eyes are blown out, he is enjoying it and you are too. Your legs tremble and you feel yourself getting wetter.

Tommy gets up and tries to reason with Joel saying that people are staring and he must let you go.

You’re blinking up at your step uncle and forget why you’re there for a second. Your gaze darts to his plush lips, they are waiting to be kissed and bitten. You shoot him a smile and he groans.

Joel hears worried mumbling from around their booth and lets go of your hair much to your disappointment. He looks around with a polite smile, mouthing, ‘All good, just joking.”

You fix your hair and look at your stepdad who has plunged back into his seat, eyes worried and wide.

“You can’t grab her like that, Joel! What the fuck is happening between you too?” Tommy exclaims but in a hushed voice.

Joel adjusts the prominent bulge in his jeans and takes a big gulp of his beer.

You're batting your lashes at Tommy and breathe out, “Don’t worry, daddy. I’ve forgotten my manners.”

Joel chuckles, you smile and Tommy furrows his brows. “Since when are you calling me daddy,” that’s what he wants to ask but doesn’t dare, not when Joel is here, not after the conversation they’ve just had.

So he takes a sip and asks you if you want anything.

“Thanks, I’m good. My friend is waiting for me in the car. I just popped in to say ‘hi’ to my favorite stepdad and step uncle,” you reply, giving them both your sweetest smile, fumbling with your necklace. You haven’t missed the way they both stare at your chest.

You get up peeling off your thighs of the sticky seat and pause next to Joel for a second fixing your skirt. Tommy rises up to his feet but you stop him with a wave of your hand, “It’s ok, I’ll find my way out,” you giggle and get out of the booth. You look at Joel who’s shamelessly ogling your ass and legs.

You wait for him to pay your face some attention and when he finally glances up you bend over the table and kiss his scruffy cheek before whispering, “Bye, Uncle Joel.” When you straighten up and turn to Tommy, Joel places his big warm hand on the back of your thigh and gives it a squeeze. You move away from him feeling dampness between your legs and step up to Tommy, whose jaw hasn’t closed up since the moment you showed up.

You bend over and kiss his cheek too. Your lips linger on his face a little longer than necessary and Tommy places his hand on your shoulder to gently push you away. You feel a pang in your heart but don’t show it. You’ll have him very soon.

“Have a good night, daddy.. uncle,” you coo, looking at one man and then the other.

You turn your head to your stepdad and say quietly, so only he could hear,

“I’ll see you tomorrow morning, Tommy. I'll make sure to wear the pjs you like.”

You watch his face growing paler and your lips twist in a smirk. You turn on your heels and head for the exit, passing Joel and giving him a wink. He returns it with one of his predatory grins.

Your heart is pounding in your chest and as soon as you leave the bar you take a deep breath of fresh night air. You find your friend’s car, get in and ask her to take you home. You light a cigarette with shaky hands not being able to believe you got what you wanted. Well not exactly what you wanted but you’re definitely closer to the final goal.

You look at the red dot of the cigarette burning in the darkness of the car and remember today’s morning when you were smoking on the patio of your mom’s house.

***

Joel joined you there after breakfast and took a seat next to you. He lit a cigarette too and for some time you were sitting in silence. He was leering at you from the side of his eye and after a dozen of sleazy glares you got fed up. “Would you quit staring, old man?” you asked Joel in an accusatory tone. He just chuckled as his dark eyes slid down from your face to your chest, and then legs.

Everyone was aware that Tommy’s brother was a sleaze bag. Single, no children, with a bouquet of addictions which none of many rehabs could treat. He also was hot. You didn’t hate him, but rather came to admire the extent of him not giving any fucks. He always said whatever he wanted and trolled your mom whenever he’d visit his brother which gave you immense pleasure and satisfaction. At least someone didn’t see Jess as a perfect little house wife.

“I could ask you the same question, sweetheart,” he replied with a sly smile. You furrowed your brows in confusion taking the next drag and then quipped, “I wouldn’t look your way if you were the last dick left on the planet!”

He chuckled and you hated how much you loved the sound and the fact that you managed to make him laugh.

“Nah, angel, I’m talkin’ about the way you stare at my little brother,” You opened your mouth to tell him there was nothing little about Tommy but fortunately shut it just in time. You couldn’t forget the time you had caught him in the bathroom naked after taking a shower so you knew that his cock was long and thick. He had a happy trail on his soft tummy, a broad chest and muscular arms. You lost count of how many times you had gotten off to that image.

Suddenly your palms got clammy when you heard what exactly Joel said.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about. You should have your eyes checked, Joel. At your age it might be a good time to get glasses.”

He didn’t laugh that time, just looked at you intently with his piercing stare.

“I could help you get what you want,” he rumbled in the quiet of the yard. You narrowed your eyes at him, birds chirping in the trees was the only sound accompanying your thoughts. Is he joking? Is it some kind of a trap? You wouldn’t be surprised. It was Joel after all.

“What do you think I want?” you asked him carefully.

“To fuck Tommy and get back at your bitch of a mother.”

You laughed but it didn’t sound natural at all. You were surprised to your core that he read you like a book. You didn’t say anything and just continued smoking and staring into the distance.

“I have an idea and if you like the plan, we could help each other out.”

“How would we do it?” you asked and added hastily, “hypothetically of course.”

Joel told you about the plan, the first step of which would be fulfilled perfectly and the result of it would be stored in your phone now.

When he finished explaining it to you, you asked him why he wanted to ruin his brother’s life. Bringing the cigarette to his lips from time to time, Joel complained that Tommy had abandoned their family business, had left his life in Austin, had left Joel, his only family member, chasing some mediocre pussy (you smiled at that). Joel wanted his brother out of that marriage as he hated Jess (you smiled again) and wanted Tommy back. “I don’t know why you hate your mom like that but I don’t doubt you have a reason,” he concluded.

You hummed at that leaning back, your expression serious and pensive.

As if sensing your doubt Joel spoke again, “I’ll add a big bonus to our deal.”

You glanced his way and waited for him to continue.

“On top of getting my brother’s dick you’ll get mine as well.”

Now you couldn’t help but laugh, “Why the fuck would I need your dick?” you asked giggling, being in awe at the man’s enormous ego.

“You surely don’t need it, sweetheart, but fuckin’ hell you want it,” as if proving his point he grabbed his bulge and adjusted it looking straight into your eyes. “I’ll fuck you like no boy ever did. Like my little brother never will. Believe me, baby, if you want a good dickin’ down, you need Joel.”

With an open mouth you stared at the man next to you. The pull he had on you was hard to deny when your panties were soaked just being next to him, talking to him. His masculinity, his darkness, his self confidence captivated your soul, mind and body. But you couldn’t just admit it.

“I’m pretty sure I can have you right here, right now if I wanted to, dirty creep,” you spit out at him leaning forward and putting your elbows on your knees.

He turned his head away from you, smiled, then got up with a grunt and came up to your chair. He was towering over you, so much bigger and stronger than you that you started to regret your harsh words. You stared up at him hiding your growing fear as well as you could. His gaze was locked with yours and you flinched when he placed his hand on your cheek and rubbed your cheekbone with his thick thumb. Your eyes were about to flutter shut and it took everything from you not to purr into his gentle touch when all of a sudden he gave your cheek a slap, not hard, but your head spun to the side and you had to grab the arms of the chair for stability.

“Think about it, sweetheart,” he said and went inside the house.

You rubbed your cheek not feeling the pain but a surge of shame shooting into your heart and then right to your pussy. The desire to be used by him started burning in your stomach. You wanted both of the brothers now and if you could have it all in one move, why the fuck not?

Joel didn’t look surprised when you approached him later and agreed to the deal. You discussed the details and that evening everything went smoothly.

***

As soon as you are in your bedroom you rush to the night stand and grab your favorite toy. You throw it on the bed along with your phone and plunge down next to them. You take off your thong and notice that the gusset is soaked through. You throw the ruined underwear on the floor before taking your phone and adjusting AirPods in your ears. The house is empty, your mom having a girls night out, Tommy still in the bar, so you can enjoy the result of yours and Joel’s efforts fully. At least until you get the real thing. You find the audio and press play. Right into your ears as clearly as if he was next to you, you hear Joel’s drawl asking Tommy about you. You spread your legs and dip two fingers between your folds. You’re so wet they slide down to your entrance easily. You hear Tommy talk about you and your pussy flutters. You push the fingers inside and start slowly fucking yourself rubbing your clit from time to time. “So she’s a slut?” Joel asks in your ears and you moan moving your fingers faster. You can’t get enough of them talking about you like that. When Tommy calls you ‘a good girl’ you nearly come so you pull your fingers out and pant heavily trying to calm down. You know the good part is coming soon so you need to wait for it.

For some time you just lie there, eyes closed, skirt pulled up to your waist, pussy dripping and glistening under the light of the moon coming through the window. You don’t dare touch your nipples like you usually do, as you know you’ll come right away.

When you hear Joel’s “how would you do it?” you return your hand to your throbbing pussy. You plunge your fingers into your slicked entrance and slowly begin massaging your insides, pressing the pads of your fingers against your g-spot.

“Would push her face into the pillow… rail her from behind” You can’t help but moan so you bite on the back of your hand to stop your whimpers in case someone comes home.

“She acts like she wants it... I caught a glimpse of her pussy…”

Fuck, Tommy!

Your digits slide out of your hole and caress your pulsing clit. You feel your orgasm on the tips of your fingers.

“Easy access. Could just slide them to the side and slip my cock into her tight pussy…Imagine fucking her sleeping body. She'd wake up full of her stepdad's cum…”

“Stepdad’s cum” Fuck… You roughly push your fingers back into your hole, fucking yourself in earnest now and in just a few seconds you explode, pussy squirting its juices all over your bedding, your soaked hand still working your g-spot prolonging the hardest orgasm of your life. You arch your back, all your muscles tighten, and you bite your lip till it bleeds.

Your moans are leaving your mouth openly now. You don’t care anymore, blinded by ecstasy, drowning in pleasure. Nothing exists anymore, no one exists, just you and your hand on your fluttering pussy.

The recording stops and you lie on the bed spent, your limbs tingling pleasantly. Still trying to catch your breath, you throw your soaked bedding off, and the forgotten toy falls on the floor with a thud. You get under the blanket still clothed and as soon as you close your eyes you fall asleep.

***

Thank you for reading!❤️

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Part II

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The final jump - stepdad!Joel by @talaok

Please heed the warnings of the fics!

[catscidr]

I think we have all seen the "Argenti thinks the Reader is Idrila" stuff on here. But what if the reader actually is Idrila? So I wanted to request Argenti/Idrila!Reader (gn or afab reader) headcanons or a oneshot where Idrila, who has taken on a mortal identity after [Insert tragic event here], and meets Argenti. They develop feelings for each other, Argenti finds out she is Idrila, they end up dating. (Maybe or maybe not in that specific order) I thought maybe after protecting her followers from Nanook she disappeared to ensure Nanook doesn't target them anymore? That part isn't as important so feel free to add whatever backstory you think fits^^ Thank you in advance, I really like your writing!

NONNIE omg im booting up star rail rn to stare at him lovingly. also i changed the scenario a smidge so reader is her own person while also being idrila? if that makes sense......?? yeah. also bc otherwise id be writing ten thousand words n i didnt want ur ask to grow dusty in my inbox d(;∀;d) but tysm for the prompt i couldn’t stop thinking about it ueue. also hey gang peep me trying to make my blog look more coherent n nicer looking. am i doin it ⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝ cw: a smidge of amnesia and soulmate trope (it’s not that bad, trust), fluff, love at first sight (does that even count in this scenario....), argenti and reader are dancing around the topic a lot bc argenti is a gentleman and doesn’t want to pressure her to talk. blurbs to set up the plot + a fic after them hehe. not proofread, writer’s block is killing me  includes: fem reader (he refers to reader as "my lady"), argenti, natasha, luocha is kinda there wc: 2,3k

-ˋˏ You’d go to Natasha’s clinic at least once every other day because you always had the worst migraines. To the point where you almost got beat up by a Flamespawn one time when you were clearing out calyxes (thankfully there was a Silvermane guard patrolling the area, otherwise you would’ve been charred). The doctor always says the same thing; “Stop looking for fights so often”, “Let your body rest”, “I can’t prescribe you antibiotics”, and your favorite, “Stop slamming my door open I can’t do anything about your headaches”. She was a good friend, but whenever she repeated how she couldn’t be of any help to your predicament, you’d wish you could just take that glass vial hanging from her outfit and chuck it far, far away out of spite. 

-ˋˏ Obviously it wasn’t her fault- she'd done everything she could. Natasha even had you undergo the Underworld’s equivalent of an MRI scan because of how frequently you would visit her, insisting that something was wrong. The symptoms consisted of forgetting important things too often, feeling a foreign buzz in your limbs and brain, having a sudden burst of elemental energy come out of your attacks and a myriad of benign but annoying, irritating signs that something was up with you. 

-ˋˏ It became more of a chore than anything to leave your room. Some days you felt fine, but then when you’d go out again and beat up wave after wave of enemies in Caverns of Corrosion you would keel over, clutching your head while vague images of what could only be described as a fever dream ran through your mind. 

-ˋˏ You decided to leave the Underworld for some time- considering your absence like some sort of “vacation”. You heard of a wandering doctor (and merchant, apparently) by the name of Luocha and, from the people that crossed paths with him, it seemed like he was extraordinary at his job. A trek to the Xianzhou Luofu would be a long one, but after weighing your options you thought you’d give it a try (it was worth it if it meant you’d stop waking up at ungodly hours, holding your head in your hands while hoping, praying that the pain stops.) 

-ˋˏ You (somehow) made your way to the Xianzhou Luofu from Jarilo-VI. As competent as you were however, being stranded on a foreign planet with no map nor local to guide you was... a challenge. In retrospect, maybe you should’ve gotten in contact with that Luocha doctor and had him come to Belobog instead of you going to him since, well, he was a traveling merchant. Going from planet to planet is what he does (you assume). 

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If you had read up more on general information about the Luofu you would have been aware of how many enemies were roaming around the docking area. But you didn’t. So, unbeknownst to you, a rogue mara-struck soldier was on your tail, trying to sneak up to you to snag the goods you hid in your bag (which were basically just different types of painkillers and sustenance that bodes well on an upset stomach. He doesn’t know that though.) 

Your head was throbbing; ever since you set foot on the planet, your physical health had slowly dropped down to levels you wouldn’t be enduring if it wasn’t for the promise of a competent doctor once you get to the main city. Painkillers weren’t working, your feet hurt and to make matters worse, you felt the familiar lack of something in your head. It was so bad to the point where you had to have a tangible mark somewhere to remind you that you did, in fact, just take something for your headache and if you took two more painkillers, your body wouldn’t agree with your decision. It was a struggle even remembering what you did five minutes ago, no way were you going to be in top shape, beating up every enemy crossing your way. 

Clouds began covering the bright sun, casting shadows over the desolate, geometric area. You huff, irritated that, from the looks of it, you won’t be able to find a cozy place to set up camp. Though sleeping on a ground made of primarily iron and steel was considerably less nerve-wracking than sleeping on the mushy, cold, dirty ground of Jarilo-VI. So, with a pout aimed at no one in particular, you find some place that you deemed decent enough to set your humble tent. It wasn’t often that adventurers slept outside of safe zones, however with your condition you couldn’t afford to miss out on some rest and possibly get even more lost than you already are. 

You set your heavy backpack down, rolling your shoulders to soothe the ache in your muscles from carrying something so bulky. As you ruffle through your belongings, you open a bottled soda and take a swift gulp, sighing contentedly at the pleasant taste on your tongue. Now that you were sat and could rest your bones (until you started setting up your tent, at least), your ears were able to pick up on some not-so-distant footsteps. 

There’s no time for you to react; the mara-struck soldier that had been following you lunges at you, aiming for your bag. Your eyes widen and you open your mouth to yell, but before any sound can leave your mouth, a long, red and gold spear pierces the ground between you and the rabid man, making you yelp in surprise. You scurry as far back as you can in your current state; however, the soldier doesn’t have time to take advantage of your weakened stature. The owner of the spear lodges himself before your shaking figure and the mara-struck, yanking his spear out of the ground with impressive elegance, and summons an array of thorny vines to catch your assailant. 

It takes little to no effort for the seasoned fighter to take down the mara-struck as he swings his weapon, swiftly knocking the blunt end on the soldier’s plexus, knocking the wind out of him. A strangled scream leaves his throat as he scampers away, leaving your belongings safe with you and the strange red-haired man. He lowers his spear, careful to keep the sharp edge far from you, and turns around to face you properly. His brows raise a smidge for a split second before he composes himself and bows before you, the action short and curt.  

“It would have been a shame to lose a beauty such as yourself,” he says smoothly, straightening his back to look down at you with a warm smile. He stretches his hand out, a polite offer to help you stand up, as he continues speaking. “My name is Argenti, I belong to the Knights of Beauty. What might you be doing so far away from civilization, dear...?” he trails off, waiting for you to introduce yourself. 

You were in a state of shock, your mind still processing what had happened in such a short amount of time, that you failed to notice the lack of pain at the back of your head. As you meekly tell him your name, you hold onto his hand to help yourself up- as soon as his armored glove comes in contact with your hand something flashes in your mind; too quick to allow you to think about it too much, or to recognize what you saw for a millisecond. 

“So far away from civilization... do you know how to get to the city?” you ask as you feel a glimmer of hope spark in you. His words were refreshing, probably the best thing someone has ever said to you in the past month. He nods, reaching into his pocket to fish out a blue handkerchief embroidered with a delicate gold trim. Argenti hands it over to you and you gratefully take it, blotting the sweat and... dust off of your face. 

“I have made my way around the Luofu for long enough to show someone the way,” he says kindly. “Besides, even if I didn’t, I would still offer to accompany you through your trek. It is my duty as a Knight of Beauty, for I must uphold chivalry and distinguished manners, in the name of the Goddess guiding me.” His words resonate within you, making you beam, nodding in understanding. 

Your reaction doesn’t go unnoticed by the knight. As you hand his handkerchief back, he smiles at you and gestures to your bag. “What brings you so far from your homeworld, my lady?” Argenti asks gently, though a glimmer of doubt swirls in his sparkling, verdant eyes. The question makes you pause, a memory flashing in your mind too suddenly for you to know what it meant. Although, from what you could tell, you knew you could trust him with what troubled you somehow. 

“Ah, it’s a long story,” you start sheepishly, “I’ve been having these incredibly painful migraines recently. And sometimes I feel like my memory is fading too quickly for what would be considered normal,” you say, trailing off slightly at the end. “I’m looking for a healer, a doctor by the name of Luocha...?” 

Somehow, the doctor was currently the least of your worries. You’d never felt so refreshed before, at least not that you could remember; simply being in Argenti’s presence seemed to be enough to make your aches disappear like a starskiff smoothly gliding through a cloudless sky. 

“I’ve seen the man only a handful of times,” Argenti mutters aloud, pulling you out of your thoughts. “I can do my best to guide you to him, but if I may... you don’t seem to be injured?” the knight says, his voice trailing off into a questioning tone despite the observation. You shake your head, wondering how you should explain your predicament to the man. 

“Like I said, it’s a long story,” you say again, shrugging sheepishly. You wondered if you should even go into the nitty gritty- he could always just be making small talk to help you get comfortable or something. Sensing your unease, he changes the spotlight to him instead. 

“There’s no need to delve into details if you wish to keep them secret,” he says with a kind smile, bending down to take ahold of your hand- gently pressing a chaste kiss on the back of your hand. Red flushes your ears immediately, words caught in your throat at the sight of his hair cascading over his shoulders, a beautiful contrast from the gold and silver armor glittering in what was left of the sunlight. 

“As for myself, like I mentioned earlier, I am a Knight of Beauty. I’m on a quest to find my dear Goddess Idrila once more, for I need to pay my respects to them after they saved me from a particularly grim fate.” His words echoed in your mind, your brows knitting together as you felt what could only be described as a cold bucket of water being dunked on your head. “I-Idrila?” you parrot, your voice coming out as a choked noise. Argenti perks up, the hand that had been softly holding onto yours now holding it with a firmer grip, his other hand joining it. 

“Yes, Idrila. Have you ever heard of them? Or...” he trails off, looking deep into your eyes expectantly, almost as if he knew something you didn’t. His eyes seemed to suck you in, bringing a comfortable wave of warmth over you, making you yearn for something. 

“I...” you begin, your gaze falling down to look at your feet. As you thought long and hard about what you wanted to say, what you tried to remember, you slowly look over to his spear, lying flat on the ground- long forgotten since the fight earlier. As if a lightbulb went off above your head, you perk up just as he did, and look at him, beaming. The words were caught in your throat; there was so much you wanted to say, to declare, to do in this moment of clarity, but with how fast your mind was running to catch you up on the current events of your life it was a struggle. 

“Argenti,” you murmur, the name rolling off your tongue smoothly, as you realized seeing the traveling merchant was no longer required. Though the road might have been arduous, and you may have almost lost your mind in the process, being with Argenti suddenly made everything make sense. That’s why your migraines mysteriously disappeared as soon as you were in the knight’s presence, that’s why you had gaps in your memory, that’s why you were freakishly powerful... at convenient times.  

Everything clicked into place. 

The both of you share a pregnant pause, eyes locked together as the world seemed to come to a stop around you. If it were possible, you’re sure there would be delicate, silky rose petals floating around your figures, suspended in the air. You glance down at his lips, and for the first time, make a decision with a clear head. 

His lips felt smooth against yours, the faint taste of vanilla mixed with roses transferring to your own lips. The kiss almost felt like it could be the result of a symbiotic relationship; now that you had Argenti, or at least had him by your side once again, you didn’t think you’d be able to continue on without him. 

[the-official-absolute-supes]

Ooc: update I'm really fucking loopy rn and my brain decided to give yall sick Clark shit so yay!

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Clark typically isn't one to get sick, I assume for this something happens to him where he's weakened enough to actually get as sick as he is.

It's so bad that Batman himself has to interfere with whatever Superman is doing.

Like here's Clark after being rescued from a mission that had gone wrong months ago, and he's just out here all loopy and very relaxed (Moreso than usual I mean), wrapped in a big ass blanket that definitely radiated alot more heat than it should have, concerning everyone in the JL other than Bruce (who's just real good at hiding it).

Bruce has to physically redirect Clark several times because at the moment his sense of direction and coordination is rivaling that of a sick two year old.

Clark *all sleepy and simply wanting to go and lay down walks into a doorway*: ow... That's a doorway.

Bruce *sighing already wanting to leave but would definitely feel bad if he left Clark like this and is already guiding the sick man through said doorway*: this way.

Clark: Weeeeee- oh god I'm gonna puke-

Clark does in fact throw up into a trashcan

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The fact that everyone Clark is close to would be extremely worried that the man may accidentally use his powers but with how tired the man is Clark ends up sleeping most of the day away, only occasionally floating out of bed before dropping back into it.

Bruce: Clark you need to lay down

Clark *very loopy due to a high fever waving a hand only to get really fascinated by it.*: I am in bed silly.

Bruce *already done with his shit*: You need to actually lay down Clark.

Clark *whines, yes whines*: But I don't wanna throw up I gots the vitiligo... No no virtatego... Vertigo like uber bad.

Bruce *whispering to himself while facepalming*: oh my god he's gonna hurt himself-

[nejjirez]

" BABY SITTER <33 . "

req ☆ : Hi idk how many requests you got piled up lmaooo so don't feel pressured to get this out immediately if you can't but you should do a Miles 42! either fic or head cannon about how reader has to babysit, so instead of just going back home miles helps showing how he is with kids bc i feel like he's one of those ppl who swear they don't like kids but after a while he's drawn to how funny and aloof they are and the kids are drawn to his leave me alone personality

a/n: hii ! i wasnt rlly taking requests rn but this is soo cute so i decided to give yall this while working on this big story i have for yall , ALSO SORRY FOR CUTTING OUT PART OF UR REQ , IT WAS TOO LONG BUT ENJOYY

miles = dark purple you/nari = pink

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"aaaa ." you heard mayday say as you played with her , handing her a doll that she seemed to like , making her face light up as she giggled with excitement . "aww , youre so cutee" you said , you were getting baby fever over mayday , she was so cutee

you heard a knock at your door , turning your head to it and raising an eyebrow , it was 11:03 pm and you were home alone babysitting , who could possibly be at the door?..

you were slightly scared , this wasn't your first time being home alone but it was damn sure the first time someone has knocked on the door. It wouldn't have been your mom .. she would've used the key.. who was this??..

you got up and looked out the peep hole hesitantly to see a boy with two cornrow braids , a dark purple hoodie , some grey sweats , and some jordan 4s on. Nevermind you knew who this was ..

you chuckled a little to see miles at your door at such a late time , you opened it and looked up at him tilting your head in confusion. "why is u here at..11:03 pm?.." you weren't surprised he was here , but at this time?? he never comes this late .. "i couldnt sleep ma u mind if i stay over for the night?" you glanced at the bag in his hand which probably held all the things he needed , except for what was already here. some of his overnight stuff was here due to him staying overnight alot.

"mm.. lemme ask my mom first but for rn js come in " you opened the door so he could step in , and when he did him and mayday locked eyes making his face turn up while mayday giggled . "you aint tell me .. this ... was here .." his words traveled off as he slowly looked at you wit a stank face (sassy nigga life style..)

im sorry .. im rushing this kinda.. time skip . 30 mins .

while you were in the kitchen cooking some food for you , mayday , and miles , you peeped into the living room to see what mayday was doing and a smile formed across your face at what you saw. miles was playing with mayday , looking pretty happy himself as he tossed the ball back and forth to her cheering her on to catch it.

you took out your phone to take a picture , but when you went to take it you forgot your flash was on .. womp womp. miles shot his head towards you after seeing the light from the flash flood the room for a split second , glaring at you.

"nari." he tossed the ball back to mayday , her still happily giggling in excitement. "my bad .. thought u didnt like kids?" u crossed your arms , grinning at a statement that miles had made not too long. "shut up , she looked lonely" miles was fucking HORRID at making excuses and it rlly showed ..

taglist: @hiimayee @gw3ndyswonderland @444morales @all444miles @marci-jean @spiderheartzz @nokkihy

[fanfic-chan]

Tokyo Revengers Boys When You're Sick

Ft: Mikey, Draken, Takemitchy, Mitsuya, Baji, Hakkai, Chifuyu, Nahoya (Smiley), and Souya (Angry)

Creators Note: These were inspired by the fact that I am very much ill rn, and decided to write about these guys to cheer myself up! Ik it's not the typical theme of my writing, but I hope you guys will enjoy them regardless!^^

Tagging: @duckymcdoorknob @ticklish-n-stuff @nataliewritez

Mikey:

Honestly? He's not exactly the best option, but he's not the worst either.

For the most part, he's pretty chill for a caretaker, so for things like minor colds and stuff, he's actually the preferred choice for most of the gang members.

He's the type to sit and watch TV with you while you recover, and gives you ice cream or popsicles to soothe your throat. He also takes full advantage of the opportunity to make a blanket fort. Says it's to cheer you up, which is partly true.... But he also just really loves blanket forts.

He'll try to bribe you into taking medicine, but won't force you too, since he's also hesitant with taking the nasty cough syrups and pills that make you drowsy, so if it's not too bad, he might consider letting you off the hook.

Also, sorry to disappoint, but he can't cook worth a flip, so all of the chicken soup you get is gonna be from a can and cooked in the microwave. Half the time it's not even warmed up enough, but he tries his best nonetheless, and he'll keep reheating it as many times as it takes to get you to eat something.

Absolutely believes gatorade is a cure all and makes you drink a ridiculous amount of it while you're recovering. He thinks the yellow kind is a sin though and if you ask for it, he'll look at you with so much disdain in that moment that you'll wonder if he's plotting to murder you.

Overall, a great option if you're only suffering from something minor, but if you're really, really sick? Best to call someone a little more strict to put you on the right track to recovery!

Draken:

100% the mother hen of the group. I'm taking no criticism on this.

He doesn't exactly hover, but he is the type to check in on you periodically, and weaseling your way out of bed is going to be near impossible without a good excuse.

He won't take any bullcrap about medicine either, so unlike Mikey, you're not going to get much leeway with him, no matter how insignificant the illness.

If you ask him nicely, he might allow you to watch TV for a while if you're not too ill, but it comes at the cost of having to take a proper nap later.

If you have a fever though? Sorry about your luck. He might give you a book to entertain yourself but you're not getting out of that bed until your temperature is back to normal.

His style of care usually results in a lot of boredom for his reluctant patients, but on the flip side, they always recover remarkably quickly, so no one can really complain.

Takemitchy:

Takemitchy is definitely the type of guy to rush straight over with multiple bags worth of pharmacy supplies the second he hears someone is ill.

He's a bit of a nervous wreck about it, but he's actually not half bad at taking care of people when they're sick.

I feel like his adult side tends to present itself a lot more during times like this, especially with those that are really sick. It kind of baffles people how mature he sounds at these times.

He'll speak soothingly to them as he presses a cool cloth to their head, and always handles any of the tedious work involved with a smile.

His main goal is to make his patients as comfortable as he can, but he can also be surprisingly insistent when it comes to medicine and keeping them hydrated. Not Draken levels of strict, but he's not like Mikey either. He usually ends up resorting to some form of bribery.

He's a pretty good person to rely on during times like this... Except for the fact that he almost always ends up catching it too not long after... Oops.^^`

Hakkai:

He's admittedly a bit of a nervous wreck, probably worst than Takemitchy to be honest.

Given the type of upbringing he had, he's not very experienced with things like this, but he'll do his best nonetheless.

He's the type to go to the pharmacy and get at least 3-5 different types of the same medicine just to be sure he gets something you can take. The poor pharmacy workers usually have to help him pick out what he actually needs so he doesn't try to buy half the store.

Constantly calls and texts Mitsuya the entire time for advice. Eventually to the point he just comes over himself to help after he gets the fourth call wondering if he should bring you to the hospital because you sneezed a little too hard.

Once he gets the hang of things, he'd probably be pretty okay at it, but he definitely needs some practice.

He's very gentle and only wants the best for the person he's caring for, so even if he doesn't quite know what he's doing, he'll put his best foot forward regardless.

Not the best option when it comes to overall experience, but if you give him a chance, he'll do his best to help you all he can until you're better.

Mitsuya:

Andddd, the second mother hen of Toman enters the chat.

Absolutely knows what he's doing the entire time, and is probably the most knowledgeable out of all the Toman guys when it comes to this kind of stuff.

He's taken care of both his little sisters for years, so he has plenty of practice with all kinds of random colds and stomach bugs.

Has a whole arsenal of different natural remedies that he's acquired over the years to help speed up recovery and relieve symptoms.

He's pretty similar to Draken in a lot of ways when it comes to care, but he's also a little softer about it if that makes sense?

Has a bad habit of shifting into older brother mode with his patients, and will often slip up by saying his sisters' names when he's preoccupied and talking to them, running his fingers through their hair, putting on cartoons, tucking them in, humming, etc.

He often gets teased about this, but he doesn't really take it to heart and usually just laughs it off. No one really minds it anyway, and most see it as just one of his more endearing traits. Some even find it comforting, though they won't admit it.

He also doesn't get sick very easily, and rarely ends up catching anything himself, so telling him to stay away for fear of spreading it to him won't deter him much.

Maybe I'm being biased just a little, but he'd absolutely be my first choice. Mitsuya knows his stuff.

Chifuyu:

Has absolutely no idea what the heck he's doing.

He'll show up to your house with a ton of random supplies, though half of them don't even make any sense. Amongst all the saltines, soup cans, and cough syrup, there are a bunch of things that even he doesn't know why he brought them. He just packed/bought them out of panic and impulse.

"Chifuyu.... Why is there a 5lb bag of gummy bears in here?" "...You don't like gummy bears? 🥺"

That sort of thing.

Once he gets the hang of it, he's not that bad at it, but he's definitely very awkward and nervous about it.

He's somewhat hovery, but more in a distant sort of way, since he's afraid to make you feel worse. He'll kinda just watch you from the kitchen while you sleep on the couch, or he'll pop his head in your door 40 times per hour if you're in your room.

He reads the back of the medicine bottle at least seven times for fear of overdosing you.

Totally forgets to look at the front label because of it, and unintentionally knocks you out cold for seven hours with NyQuil.

He still hasn't stopped apologizing for that yet.

Baji:

Baji is.... Admittedly not the best person to call for this sort of thing.

Depending on who you are, he might even hang up when you call complaining about your cold, telling you to 'keep your germs to yourself' and to 'man up' lol.

On the off chance that he does decide to come help you out though, he'll do his best, but much like Chifuyu, he's very inexperienced at this kind of stuff

Baji is the type to ride out his illnesses the hard way, and he treats his patients no differently.

Soup? That's for wimps. Just eat a peanut butter sandwich or something.

Medicine? That's not how you build an immune system. You stomp that illness into the ground with nothing but blood, sweat, and tears.

In most cases, he'll end up having to call Draken to come bail him out cause he made the person he's taking care of cry.

His only good trait is that he's basically a walking space heater, so if you can trick or bribe him into sitting next to you, you get a heating pad that doesn't need any electricity or to be reheated.

Makes up for everything else tbh.

Souya and Nahoya:

Ultimate good cop, bad cop duo. Angry being the good cop in this situation, while Smiley is the bad cop. Ironic right?

Smiley is more the tough love type who makes you take your medicine, eat, stay hydrated, etc.

He won't admit it, but he honestly gets a bit of a kick out of watching their grossed out faces after taking medicine. It's half the reason he even agreed to this in the first place.

Angry, on the other hand, is the type that gets super empathetic about it. Super cuddly and sweet, and he's eager to do whatever it takes to help you get back on your feet.

His one problem is that he tends to get sick a lot easier than Smiley, so it usually ends with both of you being sick and being taken care of by the older twin for the last half.

Yeah. Mr. "Murder! Yay!" Is going to be you guys' nurse for the duration of your sickness. Good luck...

But at least you have someone to suffer and watch stupid shows with?...

[bookwormcosplays]

SSRI Withdrawal Journey

I wasn't going to do this because I'm a very private person and I don't like talking about my mental health on social media, but I decided this is very important for me to remember how this felt and to give people a frame of reference.

I've been on lexapro for a year which I always knew it was going to be temporary because I was having a lot of mental breakdowns and I just needed to get through school. I told the psychiatrist I just wanted to get through school and she still prescribed me this. I was aware of the withdrawal, but I was under the illusion that it should be fine if I tapered.

Why not continue take it? It didn't really help me out a lot. It had more cons than pros. All it did was make me less angry and eat more which is something I'm capable outside of medication. The breakdowns though were affecting my school life that a round of therapy wouldn't help and this helped to minimize it, but now I graduated.

Fast forward to current day. I told my primary doctor I wanted to come off of lexapro, couldn't talk to my previous psychiatrist for other reasons, and my DOCTOR said "oh lexapro is easy just split your pills in half take it for a week then stop." I was on 20mg. I said I'm really concerned about withdrawal could I get 5mg pills. She said "okay" and gave me only a week of 5mg. Mind you I was already running out of my original pills. So I had no choice, but to follow her advice.  

1st Week (10mg): Insomnia, night terrors, night sweats, nightmares, and mania. I was very manic. I kept acting out of character, talking a lot, and pulling out old projects to work on. I was exercising. Doing a bunch of things even though I was running on very little sleep (2 hour naps basically). I also had some dizziness, but it wasn't too bad. I thought I could definitely handle withdrawal because I felt on top of the world.

2nd Week (5mg): Continued insomnia, night terrors, night sweats, and nightmares. New symptoms-- I crashed hard after the manic episode. Headaches (24/7 they will not go away with no type of medicine), joint pain, nausea, vomiting, no appetite. Can't drink water. Makes me sick. Dizzy spells get more intense. Static in vision. Can't walk straight. Bumping into walls. Falling more often. Can't look at phone or laptop without unbearable head pain or nausea. Migraines. Flu like symptoms (don't have flu, haven't been outside the house in a week). Sore throat, congested, fever. Increased sweating and what feels like hot flashes.

3rd Week (nothing): Continued insomnia, night terrors, night sweats, and nightmares. Headaches, joint pain, nausea, vomiting, no appetite. Dizzy spells, static in vision, still can't walk straight. Still bumping into walls and falling more often. Can't look at phone or laptop without unbearable head pain or nausea. Migraines. Flu like symptoms, sore throat, congested, and fever. Increased sweating and hot flahes. New symptoms-- Fatigue, try to sleep but nightmares keep waking me up. Yet I also don't want to sleep because the nightmares are so bad. Exhausted. In bed all day. No brain zaps yet? Noises make my head hurt. No matter how small. Cabinets closing, music playing, etc.

I will update the third week as we finish it up then make a new post as this goes on.

I don't know how people deal with withdrawal while working. If you want to take an ssri or lexapro specifically, I suggest you intend to stick with it. If you're just trying it out, figure it out within the first month. If you want to taper, do it with someone who understands the consequences of withdrawal. I seriously don't understand how this withdrawal is not different from opiods or any other drug. If I wasn't in a situation where I can't take it anymore, I would get back on it to stop this. Needless to say, I do not recommend lexapro for short term use or honestly at all (but also I'm in pain rn and very irritated).

[dollivication]

Hiyo again! After your reply to my ask thing I just had to write back telling you that you are so sweet and omg I lauv yu tooooo (◕‿◕✿) I love the way you talk its so silly and fun to read personally. Also, i'm TERRIBLE with laiiik, writing stuff. I used to be good at it but ehhh.... but TODAY!!! I was inspired Yan Vergil with a new partner who gets on really well with Nero, he absolutely adores the fact you get on with his son because he wants to have a family with his little darling (although he may feel a little jelly if you get on TOO well with Nero hehe) He brings up the idea of starting a family with his darling and they don't want to ∑(; °Д°) so of course, he tries to convince them because he never got to see Nero growing up and wants a second chance but they just won't budge. So every chance he gets, either when they're makin' lauv or when his darling is sleeping, he is absolutely nasty, horribly feral just- AGDHFHJHDJ h o t Everytime his darling confronts him about it he just gives them a smug grin like 'guess who threw out all your birth control~' and condoms? Ain't got 'em nowhere, he and Dante are Disgusting about making sure their loved ones are as dirty as them (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ I hope this ain't too bad, i've got baby fever rn kinda and being bred by a Sparda boiii is my dreeeam

OHMHYGOODNESS HAI HALLOOOO WELCOME BACK ^.^!!!! aweewesradsggh ur literawy so nice omlh… I LET OUT A GIGGLE READING THIS i cannot thnak yu enoug…. ❤️❤️ AND IM SO HAPPY THAT YOU DECIDED TO SHARE THIS THOUGHT W ME IM BUZZING !!!1!1!

THIS IS ACTUALLY SPLENDID ZONTTT SAY ORHERWISE!!! i lauv yan vergil so badlllhyyyyy.//… especially when he has a breeding kink… nobody can tell me he doesn’t…. i was literally kicking my legs reading this hessoooo NASTAY mwaaaammhh

VERGIL WANTS TO TRY BEING A DAD AGAIN,, PROPERLY!! i bump this agenda.. he feels pretty guilty about not having been there for nero,, and being the same one to cause his son pain w/o even having been aware (◞‸◟)… PLEEEAASE let him have a second chance omgggffdeehjh

is absolutely befuddled when yu say no… laik uhm. ok he wasn’t asking LMFAO but he doesn’t clarify.. pretends to accept ur wishes while getting rid of damn well near every contraceptive!! makes u think u were just being sillay and simply misplaced your birth control. wasn’t him!!!! he totally didn’t toss it out >.<!

and if you refuse to have sex w him until condoms are involved??? fine, fine gosh.. he’ll bring them back in,,, with holes poked in them ofc IMCRYIMHJ

he’s so freakish that he actually keeps track of when ur ovulating… todays your most fertile day?? best believe he’s pumping his cock into you for hours straight and filling your tummy up with his seed :3 mating press all the way!! ur kids will look so cute once his cum actually takes!

aeha…imsoooo sane abt yan breeding kink vergilll…,,,

[base0h]

hi idk if ur requests are open or not so if they are feel free to ignore.

but i am like super sick rn, like running on a fever of 102. can u write little drabbles ab how luffy, zoro, sanji, and/or law taking care of their really sick s/o🥺

a/n - omg no way we can be sick together 😭 Aw im so sorry you’re not feeling well- I hope you feel better soon!! I hope these help a little :)

Warnings ⚠️ - none, g/n reader, modern au

- Zoro doesn’t really understand the concept of being sick, but he hates seeing you not feeling great or in pain/uncomfortable

- “y/n- that fever’s not that bad.” It was bad.

- don’t worry about schooling this guy, Nami and Chopper got it under control 👍

- when he came back he was beaten up btw lol

- “I’m sorry y/n- so do you need anything?” His cheek’s all swollen so he can barely talk 😭

- he seemingly cannot get sick so you can cuddle him all you want! he runs a bit warm so it’s super nice when you feel that chill in your body

- he won’t train for a day just to make sure you’re getting better! he can’t even think about letting you try and deal with it on your own- it kinda gets annoying and slightly creepy tho

- He doesn’t really know what else to do other than to sit by you and literally just- stare?

- “Zoro please stop staring at me- it’s not that helpful..”

- “Where else am I supposed to look?!”

- give him some time- he’ll get better as you go lmao

- he always gets worried when you start napping. What if you don’t wake up again? What if you died in your sleep and he didn’t know?

- he’s checking your heartbeat every couple minutes- and sometimes he wakes you up lol

- it’s not a great nap- but he’s trying his best! He really cares and never wants anything bad to happen to you

- he decided to go to the internet to try and make you feel better faster

- “cold cure what”

- “acupressure?”

- “when should I take s/o to doctor”

- “is my s/o dying?”

- “advil what?”

- “what is high fever?”

- “should I call 911?”

- knows your sick before you even start feeling it- he can sense the virus lmao

- will not leave your side. ever

- “Sanji- i just have to go to the bathroom.”

- “I can go with you-!”

- “No!”

- he’s just worried is all hehe

- he’ll make you chicken soup, miso soup, any soup! all of his cooking has healing properties :)

- don’t worry about him getting sick! he won’t let you worry because he’s already sitting there giving you everything you want/need and more

- cuddles? Of course!

- blankets? was that a question?

- movies? YES

- don’t even think about getting out of bed- he’ll get everything for you!

- he’d clean up all your tissues after you blow your nose, leave it all to him! 💜💜

- sadly hes that one guy who overthinks things and looks up sicknesses on the internet. He started to freak out once he saw the answers he got

- this is his search history

- “runny nose, coughing, fever?”

- “what is HIV?”

- “HIV death rate”

- “HIV contagious?”

- “hiv transmission how?”

- “did I give s/o hiv from cum?”

- I’m sorry I’ll stop

- he really really loves you, but he doesn’t really want to get sick???

- he’s a doctor, so he for sure knows exactly what to do! Cold towel on the forehead, Tylenol for the fever, dayquil for the sniffly nose and sore throat!

- he’ll get you stacks of water bottles and will threaten to shove them down your throat if you don’t drink them by the end of the day

- asshole will have full mask and rubber gloves on when he comes into the room with chicken soup and vitamin c pills

- he peels fruit really fast so don’t hesitate to ask him for some! He’ll be back in seconds with a whole plate of freshly peeled fruit! Especially some nice tangerines from Nami’s tree, very rich in vitamin c he says

- that one guy who’s spraying the whole house, all the doorknobs you’ve touched and everything

- won’t hesitate to drink Lysol if he has to

- it lowkey feels kinda bad 💀

- BUT- he still doesn’t leave the house, he can’t think abt leaving you by yourself when you’re sick like this

- so he’ll figure out how to mobile order stuff (I don’t picture him doing well with doordash)

- this would be his search history

- “Lysol big pack”

- “how does target mobile order work?”

- “accidentally bought at wrong store help”

- “why is Linda coming to my house with a white voltswagon”

- “says they’ll be here in 5 minutes”

- “intruders in my house”

- also he’ll make tea for you :)

a/n - I hate sore throats so much 💀

[dysfunctionalcrab]

headcannon: quackity with a sick reader

pronouns: gender neutral

requested by anon: could you do quackity and or dream with a sick reader?

note: thinking about quackity’s sick voice rn (I PROMISE YOU IM NOT A WEIRDO)

• you woke up in the morning, and your body was aching and so was your head. you also had an awfully sore throat. goddamit. you were sick

• but sick days doesnt mean you don’t check your phone, so you grabbed your phone and alex had texted you about 30 minutes ago

alex <3: pls come over early i’m so bored

• you sighed sadly, having to tell him that you couldn’t and that you were sick. you had plans today, too.

you: i can’t, i have have a rlly bad fever :(

alex <3: you’re sick? LMAOO sucks for you

• you didn’t hear from him for another 15 minutes

• you switched on your tv and just decided to do what you always do when you were sick:

• stay in bed and watch your favourite show, and blow your nose 20x a day.

• but soon you heard the door open, you lower the volume down with the remote and held the blanket to your chest protectively (as if that would actually do anything if there was a real intruder)

• alex was standing there with a backpack. he gave you sympathetic smile after seeing how bad it really was. you turned away in embarrassment as he started to analyse the state of you.

• he unzipped his backpack and took out a black thermos.

• “i brought you soup! i didn’t actually make it, my mom did, but it’s really good for people who are sick, and it’s still warm, if you want it,”

• your heart warmed and he sits beside you. [soft quackity mode activated]

• “how are you feeling, baby?” being gentle with you, knowing that you probably weren’t in a mood to joke

• “sick,”

• “well no fucking shit,” [never mind]

• he stayed beside you, and watched whatever you watch, even if he absolutely hated it

• whenever you needed something, he would go and get it for you without hesitation.

• constantly bugged you to take medicine and pain relievers. he literally tried to shove them in your mouth

• though he kept a relative distance from you, and because he was planning on streaming tomorrow and he didn’t want to get sick too.

• he refused to give you kisses

• “fucks sake alex, kiss me! i need love!”

• “and catch your dirty disease? i don’t think so,”

• but after about two hours of trying to get far from you, he just gives up because he starts to get touch starved

• you’ll be resting your head on the pillow and he’ll just slide into bed next to you and hold you tight.

• when you realise, you give him the most bullshitting grin.

• “you’re such a simp” you say with your eyes still glued to the tv

• “shut the fuck up,” he says, holding you tighter.

• sometimes when you’re sick, he would stay the night over, which in this case, he did.

• he usually wakes up before you, but today he didn’t. you woke up first and started preparing breakfast. your head and body was feeling much better

• you hear a series of coughs, and you turn to see alex standing there, crossing his arms like a child.

• “you made me sick!”

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[merakiui]

Tell me why I woke up with a fever and the first thing that I want rn is yan!Scara to take care of me

Imagine you’re yan!Scaramouche’s darling who’s being kept within his estate in Inazuma. While he’s off traveling for the Fatui, you’re stuck in a place that’s filled with the same boring things: same servants, same scenery, same everything. You don’t really do much while he’s gone, merely following a simple routine of wake up, eat, wash up, and then sleep. You’re just existing within this large house, patiently awaiting the day when he’ll return.

On one specific evening, when the servants have all retired for the night, you decide to wander the halls in search of an exit. The idea of an escape never occurs to you in your pursuit for some fresh air, but once you’re outside, standing under an awning to avoid the rainfall, you realize this could be your chance. You can finally escape the cruelty of a man you hold no love for. There’s nothing stopping you from running far away from him, possibly to another nation entirely. The prospect of a new life fuels your legs with energy and it moves you forward into the rain.

Of course, you don’t get as far as you would’ve hoped. Your poor sense of direction causes you to become lost quickly and your thin night clothes are soaked from the rain. In no time, you’re shivering from the chill that settles into your bones. Sadly, you’re kicking yourself for giving up so easily, enticed by the idea of a warm bath, and so you head back in the direction of Scaramouche’s estate. You surmise a successful escape attempt should be made when the weather’s nicer and you’re in proper clothes.

As luck would have it, you wake up with a cold and Scaramouche arrives that next morning with the intention of spending every second with his precious darling. He’s a little confused when he realizes you’ve fallen ill and when he demands an explanation from the servants they all shrug, offering the thought that it might just be a result of the changing weather. He’s a little aggravated that you’re sick and now he can’t do everything he wanted to do with you, unless he wants to risk getting sick as well, so he wants you to recover soon. Preferably before the week ends.

The servants offer to take care of you while he’s here so that you can recover as quickly as possible. To your surprise, Scaramouche just shakes his head and mutters something about how he’ll do it because everyone else is insufficient. For the next few days you’re confined to your bed and the only person you see is him. In the beginning he nagged you about getting sick, saying every complaint that crossed his mind. But eventually he stops complaining altogether and he seems a little softer than normal.

He brings you your meals (which he cooked himself but you don’t know that) and he sits and watches as you eat. Scaramouche is going to make sure you get well, so if you feel too sick to eat that’s a you problem. He doesn’t want you to skip any meals, nor does he want you to become dehydrated. It’s awkward when he tends to you, displaying a side you’ve never witnessed before.

And as you start to recover from your cold, relieved that you’re no longer coughing or tossing and turning in bed because you’re wrought with a fever, he slowly returns to his normal self. Nurse Scaramouche was nice was it lasted. Secretly, you wish you could see this side of him for a little longer. It was pleasant to wake up in the late hours of the night to find him napping in a chair at your bedside, as he has stubbornly refused to leave the room until you fell asleep.

Scaramouche is glad to see you back on your feet a few days later. Although it does bother him that he lost time because of your sudden sickness, he figures the time he has left is good enough. And when you’re eating breakfast together, he tells you all about his most recent travels and how you’d love the scenery if you saw it. You’re just nodding along with what he says, exhausted from entertaining him the night prior. Perhaps he senses your unfocused nature or he simply wants to mess with you. Whatever the case may be, he smoothly switches the direction of the conversation and that’s when your peaceful morning becomes filled with anxiety.

Your attention snaps back to him when he asks if you tried to escape that night—he’s certain you got lost in the rain and thus the coldness brought on your illness—and you’re calmly denying such an accusation, hoping he won’t see through your façade. Scaramouche gives you a sharp smile, idly poking at what remains of his breakfast with his utensil.

So you didn’t escape after all? Well, that’s a relief. Then it was a greedy maid who tried to paint you in a bad light. Surely you won’t mind if she loses her tongue for daring to utter such blatant lies. He knows you wouldn’t make the same mistake and spread a falsified version of the truth. If you know what’s good for you, you’ll come clean without a second thought.

And if you continue to lie he’ll give you something to be truly sick about. So be wise when you make your decisions. There are eyes and ears everywhere, you know.

[movedbl0g]

Skz reaction - them seeing you during/after a workout

Warnings: kinda suggestive

Gifs belong to their original owner, not me

also- requests are open so feel free to request/ask stuff

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Chan:

You were just finished with your workout, as Chan came back from the studio. You were still breathing heavily , drenched in sweat , giving Chan a sweet smile as a hello. He came up to you, wanting to hug you, but you lightly pushed him in the moment he wanted to wrap his arms around you.“I’m like really sweaty, you know”, you said with apologizing puppy eyes on your face. Chan just smirked “ don’t worry, already have seen you sweaty a lot of times”.

He hungrily he licked over his lips, seducing you with his gaze. “Do you maybe want to shower.....together?”, he asked innocently, “ we would save a lot of water, you know...,”

Lee Know:

You were in the middle of your workout, but suddenly Lee Know bursted through your door, wanting to show you cat photos on his phone, so you stopped your actions and walked up to him. Your heavy breathing was really noticable and as you were looking at Lee Knows phone, his eyes lingered over your drenched body, appreciating your physique. As you catched him staring, he shyly tilted his neck to the said and nervously put his hand on the now free space.

“Do you uhmm....maybe need a workout-partner?”, he asked, his shyness making you giggle. “But only if you’re really working out with me, nothing different” you answered teasingly, placing a light peck on his cheek.

Changbin:

Changbins cheeks were blushing as soon as he entered the room, seeing you all sweaty. His eyes lingered over your frame, staring at you intensely while leaning himself against the doorframe. When you noticed his presence and his obvious staring, you let out a small “hey! You’re staring babe!”.

He just responded with a smirk, as he turned around. “Meet me in the shower when you’re finished” was the last thing you heard from him as he already walked out of the room.

Hyunjin:

You were so invested in getting the choreography right, that you didn’t even notice that Hyunjin walked into the practice room, silently looking at you from afar. It took a while for you to notice him, but as you finally did he was staring at you intensely. “Hey you stalker”, you said teasingly, “for how long did you already stare at me like that you creep?”

He walked up to you, licking his lips hungrily before giving you a smirk “What else am I supposed to do if you look that hot?”.

Jisung:

You were in the middle of your workout as your phone rang, Jisungs name popping up at the screen ,so you decided to pick up. “Hey y/n, do you maybe wanna eat thai food tonight, because i am near this new-“, Jisung began to say but stopped as he heard your heavy breathing. “Uhmm...did i interrupt you while doing something uhmm...you know that I’ll be home soon right,y/n?”.

You couldn’t hold back your laugh “I’m actually doing a workout rn babe, but it’s okay don’t worry, I’m almost finished anyway”. A silent “ohh” left Jisungs mouth as he started laughing too. “So thai food is alright??”

Felix:

Felix giggled as he saw the sweaty, red, heavily breathing mess in front of him. “You look absolutely stunning”, he stated, his eyes growing big. “No i am sweaty, and besides that really hot”, you whined, whipping the sweat from your forehead. Felix’ expression changed in a second, his giggle turning into a lustful smirk. “actually”, he said while pulling you into his embrace, “you’re looking really hot right now”. He pressed his lips on yours, pulling you into a deep kiss.

After a few seconds he pulled away, giving you a reassuring smile, “let’s go into the shower”, he whispered, while gently pulling you into the direction of your bathroom.

Seungmin:

“A-are you alright??do you have a fever? Because uhmm... you look really...kind of...sick?”,Seungmin asked worried, his face expressions soft and his eyes marked by his puppy gaze. “What..I- do i look that bad?” you asked. “I mean you really look kinda...exhausted you know, like...ohh”, Seungmin continued to speak, until his eyes met the yoga mat on the floor with light weights standing right besides it.

There was an awkward silence, but after a few seconds you both broke out into laugher. “I’m glad that you’re fine”, said the beautiful boy while pulling you closer.“we can also do some sport together, you know?”, you teasingly suggested, causing Seungmins soft smile to turn into a smirk. “Of course”

Jeongin:

It was your idea to suggest a couple workout, but while your well trained boyfriend did every exercise with ease, you were struggling a lot, already sweaty and out of breath, while your boyfriend still looked flawless. “I think I need a break”, you admitted, trying to breath as normal as you could. Jeongins eyes immediately wandered to you giving you a smirk.

“You look really hot like this, y/n”, he said, while lingering his eyes over your body. “Oh no”, you laughed, “YOU look hot right now, but I, I am just a really sweaty mess”. Jeongin pulled you close to him, his face only a few centimeters away from yours. “You’re a beautiful,hot, sweaty mess”, he said, “and most important, you’re my hot, sweaty mess”.

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[leviiattacks]

hi bestie!! pls pretty pls do a levi one where he takes care of a sick y/n im feeling a bit under the weather and im getting kinda scared bc of covid :<< anything to help calm my nerves pls? thank you <3

author note :: get well soon anon :-( i’m super sick rn too (when am i not tho </3) so i get how it is. this isn’t that great because i wrote it pretty quick but i hope it eases youuu :-) this is just pure fluff and sappy stuff and yup yup MODERN LEVI BC... listen i have a soft spot for modern levi word count :: some how i got to 1.4k ????? idk how i always go over the expected word count i have in my head 

it’s literally been YEARS since the last time you were sick

if you really dig through the depths of your memory you’d say maybe you were last sick when you were seven???

it’s that or your memory is just not great

either way, you really do not want to bother anyone with your sickness so you decide to hole up in your room for the entire day

you don’t even tell levi about it because you know he’ll drop everything for the sake of your comfort

the only problem is that midway through the day you’ve become so bedridden you can’t even begin to fathom attending classes tomorrow

you guess you’ll be taking another day off

as that thought crosses your mind your bedroom door bursts open

“i...” levi lets out a long sigh and you look at him dazed from your pounding headache

you’re surrounded by scrunched up tissues and your cold meds have been left untouched

“i’m gonna get you sick too. back away.” you’re frowning and signalling with your hands that you want him out

your nose is stuffy and you’re sniffling but levi just rolls his eyes before he sits next to you on the floor

buried in your duvet you look a little like a burrito and he laughs at that

“do you know where the thermometer is? i’ll check on your fever.”

he’s looking at you waiting for an answer

you think for a second and then you try to rummage through the timeline of today’s events.

to be fair you’re a little disoriented but for some unknown reason you feel yourself get a little teary eyed

maybe it’s a mix of your upcoming deadlines looming over you or perhaps it’s missing a really important class today

but it’s so sudden you don’t even know why your body is making you act so irrationally but that’s what fevers do

“i think i” you sniff and then the waterworks flood out of you. your brain can’t adjust to the severity of your headache and your urge to sleep is higher than ever

honestly you don’t cry very much so to see the tears worries levi almost immediately

“im sorry i misplaced it.” you croak out, your voice is all scaly and weird, you hate it

stupidly you get upset about that too

don’t people sound hot when they’re sick?? why do you sound like an angry bear...?

this is not fair.

“and i’m stressed.” you blow your nose but it continues to drip despite your constant attempts to stop it

nose bright red and hair disheveled levi’s eyes soften when he sees your workbook laying at the foot of your bed

notes are scribbles in random corners and your mind map is a chaotic mess but you’re trying your best given the circumstances

god, even when you’re sick you’re working hard. you’re ridiculous but in the most endearing way known to man

“alright, lay down.” he runs a hand through your hair to fix the birds nest before he adjusts your pillows and places your head down gently

“i’m sorry i’ve lost the-”

levi’s index finger presses against your lips and he shushes you

“get some rest, please.”

you comply but not before giving him a playful glare

his warm palms move to hold your face. cheeks squished together he swipes your tears away

“i’ve got some soup on the stove you’ll be good in no time.” his soft reassurance is comforting and protective

nodding you flutter your eyes shut.

you’re unable to sleep but levi’s presence is enough to ease you even if it’s just a little you do feel better

fifteen minutes pass and levi returns he’s got you a hot cup of tea and the soup is nowhere to be seen

“i had an accident in the kitchen... so have some tea instead.”

you simply laugh it off, he’s trying his best and you’re alright with not having to be fed tomato soup

tomato soup..... it’s sick and twisted it tastes so bad

you recall having to force yourself to down an entire bowl last christmas after catching a cold

never ever again will you do that

anyways, pea soup superiority it’s the only valid type !!!

levi likes tomato soup though that’s the only reason it sits in bulk in one of the kitchen cabinets

he brushes the mountain of tissues on your bedside table away, he’ll dispose of them later

placing the cup of tea where the aforementioned tissues once were you then realize he’s brought you a slice of madeira cake to have alongside it

at this your eyes brighten you love madeira cake it’s so soft and buttery and simple but it’s just REALLY GOOD???

anyway, you definitely recommend everyone to have some it’s a solid 10/10

“picked some up on my way here.”

your heart swells affectionately

no one will ever love you as hard as he does

to be honest, the little things he does keep you grounded and you don’t really know where you’d be without him

he always pays attention to the things you love, always carries you from the couch to your bed, always tucks you in, always lingers a little just to make sure you’re sound asleep

you know about that last bit because on occasion you have stirred awake on accident

every single time he strokes your hair and holds you close ushering you back to sleep

again, you don’t know if it’s your fever making you emotional or the warm feeling of being loved so HARD?? it’s like whack a mole the only difference is being repeatedly hit by bursts of affection

not really a great analogy but your brain is fried right now and it’s the best you’ve got

levi sits next to you making the mattress shift and you then plop your head against his chest

“drink up.”

he hands you the cup of tea but you nuzzle your face into his neck instead forcing him to place it back down

“what are you doing?” he asks.

one of his hands draws circles onto your back soothing you and the other hand is fiddling around with the packaging of your cold meds, he looks to be reading the description just to make sure you can take them

the feeling of his t-shirt under your cheek fades away and you find yourself staring up at him

“get here.” he softly murmurs

rather than pressing a hand against your forehead he swoops down

at first his hands feel your face and neck

“you’re burning up.” he frowns and then he does it

he presses his forehead against yours and you swear you could stop breathing and pass out right then and there

“the fever’s getting worse, why didn’t you call me earlier i had to find out you were sick from-”

“i love you.”

he freezes.

“of course you love me but that’s not what we’re talking about right now.” he snorts and looks you right in the eye.

suddenly you’re kinda just a teeny-weeny bit self-conscious about your dark under eyes but you push that thought to the back of your mind

“no i mean. i really fucking love you levi.” the expletive only makes you sound more serious especially since you always scold him when he uses vulgar language

it looks as if his mouth moves to say it back but you stop him

“you don’t have to say it again. i’m saying it because you said it first.” you explain through your drowsy state

“when did i say it first?”

the fever must be really getting to you is what he’s thinking

“your actions spoke for you.”

he ever so slightly jabs you with his elbow before he carefully places your head back down onto his chest

“you’re so sappy.” he pecks your cheek and you hum silently still unable to breathe out of one of your nostrils

“i know but you’re sappier.”

levi doesn’t respond because he knows you’re correct

:-)

[kaderp]

ALRIGHT FUCKERS THIS IS GONNA BE A HELLA LONG MEGAPOST AS I WAS GIVEN THE OK

BASICALLY this is gonna be a collection of bullshit me and @blackfliesinbluesugar have come up with and drawn

It starts with Goldie still living in Ireland at 17-19 and Scrooge from ages 18-20 staying in Scotland. And long story short they're dumbasses as teens. Cliche forbidden romance type stuff. Goldie's dad has shot people in the foot for trying to mess around with Goldie or just even talk to her for too long. So the only logical explanation they have is make Scrooge hide in the barn when he visits.

Basically Scrooge chills in the barn for a while cause Goldie's the only one that ever really goes in there because she's in charge of all the chores there. Which is where the context of this post is from

After the first time they fooled around Goldie was like 'oh crap what if I got pregnant D:' and told her mom she's going through a phase of flowey/big dresses when in reality she's trying to hide a potential baby bump. Now her mom doesn't care because she's too caught up in the fact that Goldie is finally 'acting like a lady.'

So eventually because they never put together that 'hey, if we keeping doing this we're gonna end up with a baby', Goldie does end up pregnant. And because her dad is a dick and a 'I catch you with my daughter then you die' type of shotgun dad, Goldie is freaking tf out.

About a month after she finds out she's pregnant, the O'Gilt's (well mostly just Goldie and her mom lol) get invited to a fancy dinner and Scrooge is really wanting to see Goldie again. So what better way to see her than to travel to Ireland, steal a uniform, and sneak into said dinner party as a busboy. Problem is he can't risk Goldie's dad seeing him again so he tries to slick back his whiskers

But while Scrooge is running around, he eventually spots Goldie across the room. Now he's never seen her in anything fancy, usually just the flannel and green work skirt. And he just about dies 😭

By now she has a bit of a baby bump she's had to hide so she normally goes for high waisted dresses that immediately flow out.

Anyways, as Scrooge is putting on the uniform he realizes he has absolutely no idea how to actually be a busboy. He doesn't know the first thing about dining and stuff so he's just like AAAAAAA

As they both see each other, Scrooge gives a dorky grin and Goldie smiles before realizing he snuck in. Right when Scrooge goes to see her he gets dumped with a bunch of dishes he has to set. Goldie sees him struggling to figure out how to set a table and he just gives her a nervous grin while she's like 'oh you beautiful dumbass -_-'

She's turning red cause she's trying so hard not to burst out in laughter as Scrooge slips and a bunch of silverware falls on him

He's getting yelled at by the director but he's just giving Goldie a goofy grin from across the room.

Her parents: remember to be calm and not make a scene no matter wh-

Goldie watching Scrooge trip on the tablecloth: BWAHAHA

But as the dinner progresses, Goldie remembers Scrooge doesn't even know she's pregnant. So she keeps trying to tell him but they both constantly get pulled away to do other things.

Towards the end of dinner Scrooge gets a free moment and realizes then that 'holy shit I actually like really love her!' So he darts to wherever she is and is struggling to get it out cause he doesn't know how much time he has left. He eventually spits it out and tells Goldie he loves her and is immediately called away. Scrooge takes her hands and quickly kisses her cheek before running to wherever the director is calling him from.

Goldie is shocked and stays still for a moment but by the time the shock wears off she realizes Scrooge is already long gone and they don't see each other again. And now Goldie's like 'crap crap crap, he said he loves me and I didn't even tell him I'm pregnant.'

They aren't able to communicate for a while cause Goldie's so focused on trying to keep her family pleased while still hiding her baby bump, and Scrooge keeps getting sidetracked and forgetting to write. (You can't tell me that isn't something he'd do because he kept getting distracted in the life and times when coming back home). He has her address, and he has started a letter, and even his family knows about her. 3ish months pass of no communications until one night Goldie starts contractions.

She darts to the barn after the first contraction and realizes she has to do this alone. A letter takes a day to get to Scrooge and going to Scotland herself would take closer to 7 hours. At that point it would be safer to not move.

It's like 3am by the time she lays and the egg ends up being pretty small. The entire time Goldie was just getting sicker and sicker. She ends up too weak to even hide the egg and has a high fever. She seriously thinks she's not gonna make it for the first night she can barely stay conscious.

The next morning she has just enough strength to lazily hide the egg in the hay and sluggishly make her way back to the main house. Her parents are already up and she explains she started feeling iffy while doing chores and collapses.

Because her parents aren't completely heartless and she still is their daughter, her parents' main focus shifts to trying to nurse her back to health. They assume she fell with a bad flu and don't know she had spent all night laying an egg.

During this time she writes to Scrooge telling him to get over here asap, it's an emergency.

Goldie's parents take over her chores in the barn and the moment they said that Goldie went into panic mode again. During a lunch break she climbs through her window and runs to the barn to hide the egg better. She does, and she successfully makes it back to her room but collapses again and sleeps until the next day.

Scrooge arrives 3 days after she lays and now she's really panicking. She's still weak and sick, and her parents are coming closer and closer to finding the egg. Scrooge when he sees her is genuinely freaking out. Not only for the future and that he now has an egg, but because Goldie did it by herself in a dirty barn. She's still a little loopy even though it's been a few days and Scrooge just feels heart broken that he wasn't there to help. He starts going on a tangent about how she could have died but Goldie just kisses him to get him to stop blabbering.

Scrooge helps her clean up a bit cause even with her parents looking after her, she's still a mess. But as he's washing her and the egg up, they hear fighting from the main house. Her parents realized she wasn't in her bed. She starts crying and tells Scrooge he needs to run home asap because if her dad finds out he'll most definitely kill him and/or the baby.

(This was the first doodle for the au before deciding on an exact age/place/look so don't mind the sloppiness)

Scrooge escapes right as her dad comes in. She pulls the excuse of she thought she felt well enough to do chores.

Scrooge rn is running like a madman back to Scotland. He went from chilling with his family to being a father who's child needs to be kept secret within a day.

By the time Scrooge gets back home it's the middle of the night and is ngl feeling pretty overwhelmed. He tells Downy that he messed up and she's just like ??? So Scrooge holds up the egg and Downy just purses her lips like 'ah'

The next morning Scrooge explains to his family what happened and doesn't leave out any detail. Fergus and Downy obviously have mixed feelings. Scrooge is barely 19 yet he already has a kid??? But in the end they realize they can't change what's happened and focus on helping Scrooge protect this child.

Once the baby hatched, all mixed feelings from Downy erased and she just went into 'this is my grandbaby and no one will touch her' mood.

Scrooge and Goldie kept in contact from the moment Goldie gave away the egg. Because of the little incident of Goldie 'trying to do chores while sick,' she was put under close monitoring for the next few months and couldn't visit each other. After constant writing back and forth, they find a date to meet up half way between Scotland and Ireland so Goldie can meet her baby. They try to decide on baby names through the letter but they can't agree on anything. Goldie finds out that Scrooge moved out of his small Glasgow home and into McDuck Castle. He gives her the new location on the map as well.

The first time Scrooge tries to sneak out with the baby Fergus is just standing right outside with his brow arched and Scrooge starts freaking out.

Before Scrooge can apologize for trying to sneak out, Fergus just asks if Scrooge would like him to go with.

Scrooge is a little shocked but can't talk with the frog in his throat and just nods. Along the way Scrooge explains how he and Goldie have been trying to find the right time to sneak out for weeks because it was so hard for Goldie to get free time. She was sent to go across country to get supplies and uses that opportunity to go meet up with Scrooge and the baby again.

Fergus just nods and continues.

When they do see Goldie, she almost breaks down at the sight that the baby survived and is being raised in a good house hold and can't stop holding her. The baby is about 3 months old by now. They finally agreed on a name and she ended up being named Maryanne. (Yes Jelly and I chose that because it means Star of the Sea)

She has to give the baby back to Scrooge cause stupid teenage and still getting over pregnancy hormones are getting the better of her and she starts full on sobbing as she sits on the ground. Scrooge freezes cause he's like aaaaaa what do I dooooo while still holding the baby.

But Fergus crouches down to her and asks if she wants a hug. All Goldie can say is 'uh huh' and he just wraps himself around her. She hugs back and Fergus rocks back and forth until Goldie's calmed down.

'I'm sorry I pulled your son into the mess. I-I was just so scared that my papa w-would kill one of us that I didn't know what else to do.'

Fergus pulls her away so he can actually look at her. And part of him feels that tinge of fear and sadness that the two teens had experienced. He grabs onto her shoulders which causes Goldie to look up at him.

'While I dinnae agree what you two did was right. Ah'm proud of you. Because what you did, finding the will to give up a child for their own safety, took a lotta strength there, lass.' And before she can react, Fergus pulls her in again and let's it sink in.

Scrooge is still holding the baby but now he's sitting down and bouncing the cooing baby on his knee while watching the scene unfold.

Over the course of the next few months, Goldie visits as much as possible and she grows closer to the family and Scrooge every time. On the times she can't visit, Fergus accompanies Scrooge in order to protect them from Goldie's dad. She's had a few close calls with her dad, but nothing too serious

After those events, Goldie practically moves in with the McDucks and they work on raising Maryanne. However like in the Rosa series, they're still experiencing tax trouble and Scrooge says he's gonna have to go to South Africa. The baby is about 2 by now and Scrooge is almost 21, while Goldie is about 19 and a half.

(This next section was an accident but basically it started as jotting down ideas but turned into a fic after I said it would take 20 seconds to write but turned into 2 hours fjdbfndn)

Scrooge is torn between whether or not to go until Goldie says she'll go with him. And because she's stubborn, no one objects. So the three travel across the world together. Maryanne practically grows up on the sea and all of those adventures where Goldie is present in the DT17 Rewriting History book happen.

On adventures they trade off tying the baby to their backs until she's old enough to not need to anymore. Although for the more dangerous ones, one of them stays behind.

But because they weren't married and had a kid in their teens, they were generally looked down upon. It got to the point where they just started saying they were married in order to avoid conflict with others. And after a while they actually forgot they weren't in fact married

'Huh, I forgot we're not actually married.' 'WAIT WE'RE NOT???'

Or

'We're married' 'Oh ok, can i see your marriage records?' '... oh right'

But some old lady or old guy either way starts criticizing Goldie for being a young mother and they just deck the shit outta them and run. Or Goldie fighting someone with baby tied to her back.

Maryanne grows up to be an ocean cartographer and leads sailing expeditions and that's all we have for her. Also she has super blue eyes lol

That's basically almost all of the things we have for this au lol

[wonnoy]

early mornings and heavy hangovers

okay i decided to do the lil nsfw on tsukishima and take my time doing it - im just a tad bit held back by school deadlines rn

i also don’t drink at all so drunky time may not be as accurate as it could be lol

___ warnings: nsfw, drinking (not like bad drinking), head (receiving)

kei and you are close friends after you guys graduated from highschool and after (whether it seem weird or not) had daily night gatherings with yamaguchi, kageyama and hinata where you guys all crash at a certain person’s home. 

Everyone was boisterously yelling at the top of their lungs in your tiny home, each one desperate to be a heard a cut louder than the rest. You were obviously among them, clanging your beer in your hand on your poor wooden coffee table. 

It was the first of July, and at every first of every month, a couple of your closest highschool friends would converge together. It was your time to house the rambunctious group of people. You didn’t even worry about noise complaints that were sure to come in the next morning. 

“OKAY, but LISTEN to mi,” Hinata stood up on Yamaguchi’s back, teetering and swaying all over the place. His words were heavily slurred and dragged out as he waved a beer can around. 

As he was about to open his mouth again, Kageyama threw an empty bag of chips balled up at him, “shut up BOKE!” he yelled. Kageyama was an angry drunk, very assertive. 

Yamaguchi was, well... You glanced over at him giggling like mad on the floor after Hinata fell off him. That’s most likely self-explanatory. Hinata was energetic as hell and an incredible lightweight just like Kageyama. Yamaguchi was surprisingly a heavy drinker just like Tsukishima. 

You chugged down the last of your beer and glanced over at him. He always looked so serious, even with his face flushed red and being very clearly drunk. He was a quiet drunk - he never spoke much while he drank but would occasionally mutter a sassy comment about someone else in the group. 

You slouched over to Yamaguchi and heavily propped yourself up against his side. You were a touchy drunk. You took a swig from your can and felt the heavy liquid swish down through your body lighting nerves into another frenzy. You were a sickly warm but that’s what came with you being drunk.

“Yama boy,” you threw the arm holding the can outwards as if spilling a great story, “do you eat... butta?” you tried to say bread. Yamaguchi threw himself into another fit of giggles as he laughed at you. Disturbed you slinked over to Tsukishima. 

You threw your body down into his lap and looked up at him. 

“And what do you eat kind sire,” your free hand slapped his cheek. He flinched from the contact and it looked like he wanted to kill you. You could just see the glint of his glasses as he looked away from yourself and hiding his eyes. 

“I eat way more than just butter,” he grumbled and drank more from his cup. You smile and then lifted just your head off of his lap to peer at both Kageyama and Hinata. Hinata was furiously trying to turn himself into a stool, repeatedly shouting that he was a frog wizard. Kageyama had grown quiet as he passed out on your coffee table. For some odd reason his pants were missing. Yamaguchi looked around the room and went into another hysteria. The drink he had in his hand went flying and it flew smack dab on your stomach drenching you. 

“Yama-” you started but were interrupted by Tsukishima calmly reaching over and smacking him right on the head and knocking him clean out. Holy shit. Watching him do that sobered you up slightly and you gave him a smack on the back of his head as well. Why the hell did he hit him so hard, the asshole.

“You killed him,” you began to scramble your way out of his lap to see if Yamaguchi still had a damn pulse. But Tsukishima wasn’t just about to let you out of his lap, well at least not without a fight. Your wiggled around, a tango of hands grasping at things as you both fought one another. At one point you were so close to getting out of his lap - crawling your way over to Yamaguchi. 

One hand was outstretched to his neck but Tsukishima grabbed you by your hips and landed you right back onto him. You landed hard, bum first, right into his lap and you could hear a loud grunt of air come from the man behind you. Your hand had always managed to smack him on the side of the head with the momentum of you flying backwards into him. 

Your back was slightly flattened into his chest, his hands still caressing your hips as you sat in between his legs. The knuckles on your left hand were gently kissing his face as you moved to get it off his face. But he nuzzled into it, letting out a puff of air onto the back of your hand. It was warm and made your skin slightly moist. 

You kept your hand there and looked over to where Kageyama and Hinata were. They were both passed out - Hinata was now wearing one of your boots on his head while Kageyama was still missing his pants and hunched over the table. 

You glanced back over to Yamaguchi, Tsukishima had to have hit him pretty hard as he still hasn’t moved. One of your fingers was enveloped by Tsukishima’s mouth and you almost made an audible noise. He was suckling on your pointer finger, swirling his tongue over it and occasionally nipping at it with his teeth. A foreign and strangely arousing feeling. 

You moved your butt around on his lap and his mouth froze. You pulled your finger his mouth, the tip of it now resting against his lips. His fingers were pushing hard into your skin as you both sat there in a tension filled silence. You mouth around once more and you could hear his breathing become a little ragged. Something was growing against the curve of your ass, slightly prodding at your panty covered heat. You trailed your other hand, the one that wasn’t on his face, to the front of his body and moving down to the nether region. He pressed his chest harder into your back with each inch your hand traveled down his body before they rested at the hem of the pants he wore today. 

Your fingers easily found their way in, nudging their way down to a now massive bulge resting against your palm. You could tell it was straining in his pants, the stretch of the underwear was evident underneath the pads of your fingers. His hands were grabbing lightly at the sides of your body, still only on top of the protection of your clothes. But you could feel the heat emanating from his palms through it, lighting your body on fire. 

You applied pressure on his bulge and his fingers clamped down on you. The force that he was putting on your hips may or may not leave bruises along your skin. 

“Tsukishima,” his name came out as breathless gasp on your lips. He responded by slightly rubbing his chest into your back and lowering his mouth to your ear. 

Was this a dream? Was he holding the girl of whom he wanted to hold for the past six years in his arms right now? And more importantly, was her hand really caressing his cock right now? He was nervous, his brain was swimming with alcohol and unknown boldness. As well as the lust that was pooling around the two of them. The other 4 had already passed out and now, he looked at your side profile from your neck, it was just him and the gorgeous woman sitting with him. He smiled a little to himself before burying his face deep into the crook of your neck. 

The faint but rapid pulse he could feel against his nose let him know you were just as nervous he was. You moved your neck to give him more access to the skin there and he tentatively placed a kiss there. He was happy and he moved his hands from your hips to wrap around your torso. You were completely squished into his body, with little breaths escaping your mouth. 

He was fondling the sides of your body and kissing your neck with fever now. However, he looked back up at the room, they still had an audience. Even if they were passed out. 

You moved your body so now you laid across his lap and he lifted you bridal style in his arms. The rustling of clothes and clinking of cans sounded through the room as he lazily moved you to another part of your home. Your bedroom. 

The entire way there, he could feel your lips nipping at the skin on his neck, a sensitive area for him. It only made more blood rush to his dick as he carried you. When you guys made it to you bedroom he laid on the edge of the bed, leaving your legs to dangle. He got on his knees and adjusted his glasses. He looked up at you from between your legs, you were propped up on your elbows watching his every move. What he was going to do to you and just how was he going to do it. 

“Y/N,” he started to tug down on the loose pants you were wearing. 

“Yes?” you kicked off the pants and let him begin to take your panties off too. 

“Remember when you asked what I eat?” he had your panties off now and in front of him through the dim light, he could see the outline of your heat. He licked his lips, he was going to enjoy this. 

“Uhuh, I do,” you wiggled a little bit as he lift your legs above his shoulder, his face right in front of your most private area. Embarrassment was flushing through your body but lust was proving to conquer that feeling. 

“Well,” he leaned his face closer to you, “I’m about to show you,” and gave you a full blown lick. Down and then up, letting his tongue lay flat against you. You tasted absolutely divine, just one taste and he was already feeling euphoric. He couldn’t stop the groan or the eager pull at your body to push his face further into you. The room was filled with the sound of Tsukishima slurping up the slick you produced. 

He moaned into you, sending vibrations that shook you to your very core. He could tell you loved it just from the way your body reacted to it and shaking undeniably from the pleasure he was giving you. 

Tsukishima never really like going down on someone. But for you? One hand looped around your leg just so he could fondle you. He would make an easy decision to make an exception. You tasted great on his tongue. Normally when the girls pulled his hair taught in his fingers, he would get mildly annoyed and force their hands off him. 

But you messaged his head and were gentle but firm when pulling on his hair. 

He hated it when other girls would squeeze his head between their thighs, being over the top and dramatic whenever they came. But you? Your thighs barely tickled his head with their presence, they were plump cushions that didn’t dare to burst his head. 

He hated it when they made a mess on his face because they never satisfied him. He didn’t bother to try and drink up all the slick their vaginas’ provided. But you? He believed he could survive on this alone for days. You tasted salty, but just barely. The taste was addicting, he brought you closer to his face by gripping onto the sides of your hips. 

Your skin was soft under his hands and he massaged it as he continued to eat you out. Just barely could he see your hands gripping the sheets with extreme vigor as if trying to anchor yourself to the real world. Your breaths and shallow moaning was echoing around in his ears. 

You weren’t the only one experiencing a good amount of pleasure from this as Tsukishima was feeling as excited as you were. How could he not? 

When the time of you coming came, a silent shriek left your mouth as it tried to vocalize your orgasm. Tsukishima was all there for it, letting you soak his chin and make him choke a little as he drank every bit of your orgasm up. It was delicious, the desert of a full course meal. He rode your orgasm out on his tongue feeling the muscles just quiver around his tongue as he tentatively kitten licked you. 

He pulled away when he was certain that you were done and looked at your artistic form. 

Your arms were spread out, mimicking the wings of a bird. Maybe even a tiny crow and he smiled thinking about you guys’ times at Karasuno. Your hair was splayed and frizzed out on the crumpled sheets underneath on your panting body. 

You, with great effort, raised a hand to touch the hem of his pants but he pushed it away. Instead he opted to leave one more kiss on your open vagina before pulling your pants back up. He then went onto your body, crushing you a little with his weight before he pulled your body into his chest. 

He much more opted to do this instead. 

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You woke up the next morning to the sound of a camera shuttering and a flash going off. 

“The hell?” you groaned and tried to sit up but there was a heavy weight on your upper body holding you down. It was Tsukishima’s arms and your face flamed very quickly, remembering the not-so-hazy moments of last night. You brought your hands to cuddle his arm further into you. 

And there it was again, the sound of camera shuttering. You looked over his arm to see Yamaguchi standing there with Hinata hiding behind his back. He was taking pictures of the two of you together on your phone and Tsukishima’s. 

Oh god.

You sent a glare and made a shooing motion with your hand as to not wake the sleeping beast that was currently nuzzling the crook of your neck. 

(Later when you got your phone back, you put the picture as the background of your phone lock screen).

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i tried soooo hard to finally do this but i was having such a block sooooo

i have no regrets writing this causeeeeee i like it and thats what matters but it would be nice if you gusy liked it too...