#i loved to write this sm

[veesbees]

The Edge of Everything ¹ The Last Of Us  season one

Summary:

in the events of TLOU (HBO Max), Penelope becomes wrapped up in trying to find her parents and a cure for her lung problem.

When Marlene dumps Penelope and Ellie onto Joel and Tess in exchange for some hefty and needed supplies, Tess and Joel decide to take Marlene up on the deal.

Will taking two young girls across the country really be worth all the trouble? Will Joel finally shed his hard exterior and care for the two supposed annoying fourteen-year-old girls? Or will Penelope find her biological parents who take the valued place of Joel?

☁︎ first chapter in 'the edge of everything'

☁︎ introduction of Penelope !! my oc <3

☁︎ word count: 4,678

Chapter One ;

Penelope never knew the outside world. Penelope grew up alone. Her parents were with her for a few years but left. She was very young when they left. About five years old. And that was it. Her parents left her in their apartment in the Boston QZ. 

The days went by. Days turned into weeks. Weeks turned into months of waiting for her parents to come back. And months turned into years. 

It didn’t take long for Penelope to lose hope for her parents to come back. Some nights, she’d wait by the front door, in the living room, staring at the apartment door. Willing it to open and her parents come through the door with happy smiles on their faces. With all kinds of goodies that Penelope came up with, and great news.

One thing her parents left her with was her medical condition. Penelope was given a nasal cannula for her lungs. The Boston QZ had terrible air, filled with smoke from the burning dead bodies. The smoke from the fires had injured Penelop’s lungs as a child, leaving her with some sort of respiratory failure. Before her parents had left her, they had tried everything to cure her breathing. Since then Penelope has been using a nasal cannula with an oxygen tank 24/7.

Her parents would smuggle in all kinds of medicines for her, going to FEDRA hospitals that normal people in the QZ were not able to go into. Penelope had grown up in hospitals, connected to all kinds of wires. She doesn't remember it much. 

She never knew why her parents left her. That’s what stuck with Penelope. She had always hoped that there was a reason for them leaving. Not just because they were tired of her, but because they were going on some type of adventure for Penelope, their daughter. Penelope thought they loved her, as her parents would, but that hope simmered and withered down in her mind with each and every day that passed. 

Penelope horrifically realized one day, when she was helping the seniors for ration cards, one of the old ladies had asked her where her parents were. Penelope didn’t know how to respond. How could she? With a shrug? Or just ignore her?

Instead, she replied with; “Oh, they left. Years ago.” 

The old woman looked at Penelope with pity. She asked Penelope, “Have they passed?”

“No, no, they aren’t dead, they just left me.” Yeah, that sounds nice and blunt. Something a nice elderly lady would want to hear, right? Wrong.

She told the old lady, and she looked horrified.

“What do you mean they left, sweetie?” She asked the child in front of her, the same child that had been caring for her for the past few months. 

“They left, that’s it.” Penelope said simply with a shrug.

Her only memories of them were her mother and father leaving their small one-bedroom apartment in the Boston QZ. Leaving her. 

She was alone, with no one to care for her, and no way for Penelope to provide for herself. 

From that day forward, Penelope has stayed holed up in the apartment ever since. Only leaving to get her rations and ration cards. She worked here and there, mostly helping out with the seniors in the Boston QZ. Like the old woman that asked her where her parents were. Not the best memory of hers…

Penelope would rarely leave the house, only to help out with the seniors to be given ration cards, then to purchase rations for herself. Then heading home, for another three weeks of solitude. 

It’s not that Penelope didn’t want to be around people, she just found staying home and studying on the scraps of paper she found to be more interesting than sticking her nose in FEDRA business–or even the so-called ‘Fireflies’.

For about three years this went on.

Penelope stayed home for weeks, only to leave her house when the rations were low, to work for about two days straight. Then return home with stocked-up food and rations.

Nine years without her parents. Nine years of her being alone. 

*        *       *

Somewhere in Penelope’s room, she heard static. The curious child walked from the living room where she was studying an old book that was left in the apartment from ‘the old world’. She looked around in confusion. The static continued and got louder. She heard a distorted voice coming from the room and set down the waterlogged book.

Penelope stood up, and made her way to the bedroom, walking as quietly as possible. Who knows, someone might have snuck into her bedroom from the fire escape. 

There was a wooden bat that Penelope kept in her living room, right beside the bedroom’s door. She swiftly grabbed it and stood at her bedroom door. She breathed in and closed her eyes, readying herself for whatever may be in her bedroom. Before she put her hand on the doorknob, she listened into the room, pressing her ear to the door. 

She heard, “...Penelope… Penny…” coming from the room. She breathed in quicker, gripping the band tighter. 

Penelope barged into the bedroom with her bat over her head, and she let out a shriek. Only to find the bedroom empty. 

Nothing in the bedroom. Her bed is the same, covered in fraying bedsheets and two pillows, leaning against the wall just below the windows. The closet door closed. Shut tight. Penelope’s dresser is covered with books she’s been reading, and some supplies like duct tape and some scissors. The static kept getting louder the more she walked into the room.

Penelope let her arms fall. The bat knocked the dresser, knocking off some of the books. They fell with a thud and scattered in front of her. She crouched down to pick them up–hurriedly–and wandered over to the closet. 

She yanked a few times on the closet door, it opened with a creak, and some dust fell from the ceiling. Penelope’s parent’s clothes still hang in the closet, messily hung up. Her clothes are all in the dresser, so there would be no need for her to use the closet–hence why the closet has been shut all these years. Penelope reached to the bottom of the floor, running her hands over the mounds of clothing. Her fingers caught on a metal hanger, and she yanked it from the pile. She threw all of the clothes behind her haphazardly, rushing to find the source of the static. 

The clothes landed all over the room, on the bed, and over the dresser. Penelope pulled the shoes at the bottom of the closet and tossed them like clothes. Once the shoes and clothes were out of the closet, the hardwood floor came into view. Penelope hunched over the hardwood floor, finding nothing, the static still continuing. Even louder. 

She sighs and pushes up from the floor. She turned around and raked her fingers through her hair. The static quieted, “Penny… If you can hear me…” came from the closet again. 

She whipped around and stared at the closet. 

“Where is this coming from?” Penelope huffed in frustration. She walked out of the bedroom and wandered into the kitchen to find a chair. Once she found what she was looking for she grabbed the kitchen chair and dragged it into the bedroom in front of the closet. She kicked the pile of clothes and shoes away from the closet and climbed up the chair to look on the shelf in the closet. 

Penelope knocked off books and random trinkets in the closet onto the floor. Her hand brushed the wall of the closet and felt an unnatural bump. She turned around in the closet to the door frame and saw a letter resting on the doorframe. She snatched it and set it in her pocket for later. Hidden above the letter was a latch in the ceiling. 

She yanked on the latch as her name was repeated from the static. Her arms and legs were covered in goosebumps, still very much on edge from hearing her name so many times. The latch on the ceiling fell down, hitting her head. She let out a yelp, the corner of the latch hitting her left eye. Penelope’s hand flew up to her eye and rubbed it. Her eyes let out tears but she pushed forward. 

She reached her hand into the hidden latch and brushed it against a shoe box. It was heavy, and wouldn't move. She stood up, reaching for the box. It sounded like the static was coming from there, so she tried to bring it down so Penelope could search it. Once she got one hand on the box, she started to pull it down, the weight making her arm strain. Once it came free, she grabbed it with both hands, trying to prevent it from falling straight on her face. 

Penelope struggled to let it down from the weight. Once it was out of the hatch, she couldn’t hold it any longer, and Penelope watched as it fell to the floor with a loud thud. The cover on the shoe box fell off in the process, revealing what was in the box.

She jumped off the chair, and fell to the ground, towards the shoe box. Penelope fixed the oxygen tank around her shoulder and made sure her nasal cannula was on her face securely–an odd habit of Penelope’s when she’s nervous. 

What lay in the box surprised Penelope. There was a handheld transceiver, known to her as a two-way radio. She ignored what else was in the shoe box momentarily as she picked up the radio. Once she picked it up, it started to make more noise.

“Penelope. If you’re hearing this, this is Mom. I know I’m sorry. It’s been so long–”

Penelope's eyes watered. Her mother? Penelope thought they were dead– killed by FEDRA or Infected. Penelope hurriedly clicked the button to say, “Mommy?” Penelope’s voice shook, and she let out a shaky breath. 

The two-way radio squeaked. She heard a gasp from the radio. “Penelope! Listen to me, baby, you need to focus on me.”

Penelope nodded, as if her mother could see her motions. 

“You’re Dad and I are safe, but not for long. You need to head to the Fireflies, I know. But they’ll have medicine for you and supplies.” Her mother spoke quickly, letting out a grunt at the end of her sentence. It sounded like she was fighting someone–or something–while talking to her daughter. There were many voices overlapping through the two-way radio as Penelope’s mother spoke. 

“The Fireflies?” Penelope asked, clicking the button to speak, cutting off what her mother was saying.

“Yes. I know baby, the Fireflies.” Penelope’s mother spoke quickly. “Look, I don’t have much time to tell you. Please head to the Fireflies–tell them that Andrea and Scott sent you. They’ll know what that means.” 

Penelope’s mind was spinning. Go to the Fireflies? The terrorists? No way. And her mother and father being alive? After nine years they decided to contact her. How nice.

“Why now?” Penelope hurriedly asks before she can even make up her mind. “Why contact me now? After what, nine years?” She waits with bated breath for her mother to answer her. 

There was silence on the other line. Penelope waited for an answer but none came. She sighed. “Mom?” she asked and waited anxiously for a reply.

After a moment, there was static, and then screaming over the radio. Penelope gasped and held the radio tighter. “Mommy!” 

There was hacking over the radio and gunshots. Penelope guessed they ran into Infected–or worse. Penelope started to hyperventilate, the radio getting louder, the gunshots getting quieter. 

Penelope didn’t know where her parents were, she had only just found out moments ago that they were alive, only to hear that there were gunshots and screams seconds later. Who knows? They might be dead already. Penelope would never know. 

Penelope threw the two-way radio at the floor. It let out a high-pitched frequency before going quiet. She groaned and wiped the tears from her face she was not aware that had fallen. She sat there for a moment, catching her breath, readjusting her nasal cannula on her face. Her chest hurt from moving around so much and had already gotten tighter and harder to breathe in recent moments. 

She looked over at the heavy box beside her and rummaged through it. There must be some answers hidden in the shoe box from her parents. As she looked in the box, she grew more and more disappointed as she found survival supplies.

 There was a pistol with two boxes of ammo in it. There were a lot of first aid boxes in there–about two of them–and a pocket knife. She emptied the contents of the box and searched more into it. There was rope, a flashlight with batteries, a whistle, a dust mask, a folded-up tarp, and a map of Boston. 

Penelope looked at these things in confusion and held the objects in her hands in front of her. She knew these objects were important, but if her parents left, why wouldn’t they have taken these things? Unless they were an extra stash for her…

She looked back at the shoe box and saw under the blue tarp something poking out from underneath it. At the very bottom of the shoe box was a shattered picture frame of Penelope, and her parents. 

Penelope looked like she was about two years old, with the same dirty long brownish-blonde hair. She was crying in her mother’s arms, her face was hidden from the camera. Penelope did have her nasal cannula on, with her oxygen tank poking up at the bottom of the picture. 

Penelope looked at her parents in the picture and brushed off the dust and glass on the picture frame. They were smiling at their daughter, and laughing. Her father–Scott–was a doctor before “doomsday”. Her father looked just as she remembered him. With his peppery hair color and clean-shaven face, and wrinkly eyes. 

Her mother–Andrea–had been a kindergarten teacher. Andrea had blonde curly hair and smile lines around her mouth. Penelope remembers her mom telling her many stories about her students, telling her about her life before the apocalypse. Penelope doesn't remember much about them, since she stayed home most of the time while her parents were off in the QZ. Doing work or who knows– maybe working with the Fireflies. But, Penelope may never know. 

Penelope breathed heavily, looking up at the ceiling. What was she supposed to do now? She can’t leave the house–well, she can… but does she want to? No…not really. Penelope avoids leaving the house at all costs, only leaving for rations or ration cards.

Penelope gatherers all of the supplies in her arms from the shoe box, and storms out of the bedroom, leaving the bedroom a mess. She huffs, and as she walks she drags her oxygen tank over the hardwood flooring. Penelope has a backpack that she uses to store her oxygen tank, storing all of the supplies in that backpack. It’s an old green canvas backpack with many pockets, but it’ll have to do. She stores the pistol in her coat pocket, with the ammo in the backpack.

Penelope has never needed to use a gun, but she guesses if she’s going to find the Fireflies, then it’ll be smarter to start using it. Whether or not she shoots her arm off, she needs to protect herself. 

After zipping the supplies into her backpack, she walks back into the bedroom, opening up the dresser. She grabs all of the necessities, socks, underwear, sports bras, t-shirts, and pants. Her coat is in the kitchen, so she decides to grab it on the way out. She fiddles with her nasal cannula as she thinks about what else she’s missing.

Penelope heads back into the kitchen, grabbing an old and withered reusable bag to store all of the rations in. She grabs most of her canned food, and anything else that she would need. After gathering all of her clothes and food that she would need, she puts on her broken-apart black Converse and ties them up. Penelope grabs her oversized coat that she stole from her father and her backpack. 

With all of her supplies, she groans and heads out the door.

*        *       *

Penelope walks along the sidewalk outside her parents' apartment. Her plum-colored sweatshirt covered her head beneath her father’s oversized coat. She looks around her surroundings, many people sitting in chairs on the sidewalk. A man with an amputated arm holds a beer and laughs with his friend. She wanders around, wondering where to go.

‘I could go to an alleyway and see if there is anyone that has any kind of information about the Fireflies… but is that safe? Oh, who cares–Mom and Dad might as well be dead. I should just go back home. I’m no help to them at all.’ Penelope sighs, and shifts her backpack on her back, trying to make herself more comfortable. Making sure her oxygen tank is plugged in correctly. 

Penelope walks through the sidewalk walking by a FEDRA agent. She quickens her pace, hopefully going unnoticed. 

Once Penelope is sure the officer hasn't noticed her, she rounds the corner quickly, Penelope notices two men painting over a spray-painted yellow Firefly logo on a store’s front. She watches the men painting over it for a moment before continuing on, running into someone. Without looking up, she quickly says “Sorry!” and runs around them. 

Penelope sighs to herself and walks further. She looks to her left and sees a bunch of FEDRA officers around a pit of fire. She walks a little closer to the officers, hiding behind a brick building just out of sight. She sees workers taking bodies out of cars, and throwing them into the fire. Penelope gasps, when a man throws a child’s body into the roaring fire. She backs away from the scene in front of her, gasping for air.

Being around a fire does not help her breathing, as her chest starts to grow tighter. Penelope tries to suppress her coughs. She doubles down onto her knees, her head getting dizzy from the smoke. She coughs and coughs, her backpack weighing her down. After a moment, she lets out a shaky breath and stumbles away from the area. 

After being away from the smoke and fire, she arrives at a crowd of people, catching her breath. Her eyes aren’t as cloudy as they were before, so she can make out what is happening in front of her. A group of four is standing on a landing above everyone in the crowd. A woman stands to the left, and two men beside her.

The FEDRA officer says, “Unauthorized exit of Quarantine…” Penelope blocks out what the woman says, and instead focuses on the people. 

She pushes through the crowd, noticing a woman in a red sweater crying, and the man holding her securely. She passes by the two and walks through the alleyway right behind them. Passing another FEDRA officer leaning nonchalantly on a wooden pole. The officer looks behind Penelope as she walks to the alleyway, she can’t help but look where the officer was looking. It’s the same man that she saw toss the lifeless child into the pit of fire moments ago. Penelope speeds up into the alleyway, afraid she would be next. 

Penelope wanders past groups of people conversing, catching some of their conversations. Mostly complaining about rations not coming in. She looked at the ground below her feet and watched as her shoes and an imprint in the grass-covered gravel. She makes her way to a store she regularly goes to gather her rations. She guesses that someone there must have some information about where the Fireflies must be. Someone has to know something about them.

She opens the wooden screen door and makes her way through the corroded room. It was an old apartment converted into a FEDRA supply store where people trade their ration cards for ration. Yeah, sounds like a grocery store, but here it’s more brutal. People fight over how much rations they get, or who gets what. There have been many fights here, Penelope tries her best to ignore the commotion but is usually successful. She doesn't get into any of the fights–obviously–but it is very difficult to escape the small halfway room without being involved.

Penelope walks up the stairs quietly to the second floor of the building she hopefully will find some Firefly hiding in the shadows doing some shady business. She looks to her left to find an apartment door slightly ajar with vines and plants growing on the floorboards. A strong breeze came through the door, which caught Penelope’s attention. She walked slowly to the apartment, placing her hand on the wooden door, and tried to push. 

The door was planted in the floor permanently, and fairly difficult to push open. She tried to use her body weight, but she was not strong enough. She pushed a few times, and it creaked with resistance. After one more push, she used all of her energy to make it through the door. Thankfully, the door came up with a creek and the plants were uprooted from the floor following the door. She jumped a little, proud of herself for opening the door by herself.

Penelope fixed her nasal cannula that had moved while pushing the door and looked up at the interior of the apartment. The apartment was covered in overgrown plants from floor to ceiling. Against the smashed-in TV in the living room was a spray-painted orange Firefly logo, and Penelope took this as a sign that she was going in the right direction. She walked over to the threshold of the living room, stumbling over the mushy wood flooring. The floors creaked as she walked, so Penelope walked in bigger strides, stepping over plants and other objects littered over the floor. She made her way to the windows in the living room, taking a look outside. 

There was a plank on the roof leading to another apartment window. Outside was a brick and metal fence facing the busy street on the Boston QZ. Plants were growing creeping up the brick walls of the apartment buildings, with clothes hangers creating a spot for wild animals to live in, again, covered in leaves. The leaves from the clotheslines created a cover for people to hide behind as they went from one apartment building to another on the plank. 

Penelope took a steadying breath and lifted herself out of the broken window onto the plank a foot below her. Not that far, but she was on the second floor of the apartment building, so that is a far fall. 

She landed with a thud in a crouched position. Her backpack weighed so much, making her unbalanced. She swayed side to side, coming close to falling off of the plank a few times. 

Penelope leaned forward and wrapped her fingers on either side of the plank to keep herself from falling off. Once she stabled herself with her backpack, she let go of the plank with a shaky breath. Her lungs were tight, making it hard to breathe, but she continued on, not wanting to be stuck on a plank 20 feet in the air. She stood up and dragged her feet across the plank. Penelope made her way to the other window, holding onto the bricks sticking out of the side of the apartment building. 

A rumble of engines caught Penelope’s attention. It was a FEDRA truck passing the road. Penelope gasped, and crouched down again, trying to hide behind the hanging leaves. 

Penelope hoped she wasn't seen. Once the noise started to get further away, she stood up swiftly and hoisted herself up the apartment building. Penelope didn’t bother to look inside the apartment before jumping up into the window and landing in the room. The floor of the apartment was caved in, and once her body weight landed on the floor, it collapsed in. The floor dragged her down into the first floor of the apartment building. As she fell, she screamed out, rubble falling over her body. 

Her eyes closed, waiting for the pain as she landed on the floor. With planks and leaves over her body. Penelope’s oxygen tank had been punctured by the fall. 

*        *       *

Penelope felt the warmth on her face. Her copper-colored eyes fluttered open. She lifted her arm drowsily to her face to fix her nasal cannula, when she felt nothing there. Penelope panicked, her eyes flew open. She looked around the room, not remembering a thing, breathing in hurriedly. Her head swiveled left and right, trying to find her oxygen tank or her cannula somewhere in this strange room.

Penelope sat in an old and musty medical bed, in the center of the old apartment room. Her right wrist was chained to the bed in handcuffs. She pulled and yanked at the chain, trying to free her hand. Someone must've heard her panicking because the door to her right opened with a creak. 

Two women came into the room with paperwork in their hands. One of them had her punctured oxygen tank and had her other hand filled with Penelope’s nasal cannula. 

The women approached her bed and introduced themselves. “I’m Marlene,” said the woman with dark-colored skin, and coily hair tied into a loose ponytail. She had on a gray tank top and a forest green coat. The woman behind her head is in a similar outfit, except in brown. She had fair skin and had her brown hair in a tight bun.

“And this is Haile.” Marlene spoke with purpose. Haile nodded and started to scribble things down on the paperwork she had in her hand. Marlene set down the empty oxygen tank and the cannula on the table beside Penelope’s bed.

Marlene looked over the young girl in the bed with curiosity. “We found you lying unconscious in one of our buildings with rubble all over you. Do you remember anything?” Haile spoke to the child. Haile walked towards the child to inspect her, and Penelope flinched. 

Penelope doesn't remember much, she does remember falling. Marlene and Haile share a look once Penelope looks away from the other women.

“Is it okay if I look for some injuries on you? You’ve been out cold for a day.” Haile spoke, waiting for the child in front of her to answer. The child looked up through her eyelashes and nodded. Haile set to work, looking at Penelope’s eyes with a flashlight, and checked her pulse. 

Penelope could feel a deep cut on her jaw, and many bruises forming on her bony body. Her lungs hurt to breathe in, but she tried not to panic. While being inspected, Haile took a stethoscope and checked her breathing. 

“Okay, take a deep breath,” Halie instructed. Penelope did as she was told, and started a coughing fit, wheezing in and out. Her lungs felt like they were on fire, and it became harder to breathe. Haile panicked and looked at Marlene.

“What’s wrong with her?” Marlien hissed to Haile. Through blurry eyes, Penelope tried to point to her nasal cannula. The two women frantically grabbed the oxygen tank and cannula. Penelope hurriedly took the cannula from Halie’s hands and wrapped it around into place on her face. Between gruff coughs, Penelope tried to say, “It’s empty.”

Marlene ran out of the room, hollering for help, ordering people around. Haile stood in the room, rubbing Penelope’s arm in a soothing way. Penelope tried hard to stay awake, but her breath became deeper, and much harder to breathe. 

Haile noticed this and grabbed onto Penelope’s face. 

“Stay with me! Don’t close your eyes.” Haile repeated multiple times to the child in front of her, shaking her face. Penelope coughed up blood, unable to keep her eyes open a moment more.

[xochimillilili]

Need more of you kinky fucks to talk about how fucking good it is to be mutually subby with someone. The desperate whiny humping, the drooling and moaning into each other's mouths as we dumbly make out, the biting and scratching and needy groping, and making a pretty mess of cum on each other

Really just euphoric to cuddle and hump away, two dumb horny pets moaning and whining please at each other, both being such good fucking pets as we cum at the same time, whining and whispering I love you and falling asleep in each other's arms, all spent and fucked out in each other's cum

[teddybeartoji]

even though toji loves lazing at home with you, he does think it's very adorable how you like to drag him to the cutest little coffee shops you can find. he might let out a grumble or two but those are only so you can whine and pout at him. hand in hand, you tug him behind you while talking his ear off about how you found the place and what the menu is like and how good the reviews are and how pretty it looks and toji takes it all in with a grin on his face.

it's sappy, he knows, but he really can't help it. if you're happy, he's happy and if that means following you through the crowded streets every sunday then so be it. the sound of you humming at the first sip of the warm beverage and the sight of you smiling ever-so-brightly at the first bite of the sweet pastry that's in your hand is enough to get his heart racing. he's giddy, like some teenager who's on his first date ever – the gooey feeling floods his body, every nook and cranny. it never leaves. the rest of the world drowns out as he zones in on your face, mossy green eyes locking onto yours while resting his heavy head on his palm.

smitten.

you ask how his own drink is and all he can muster up is a hum but your smile widens at his response anyway. you're both glad to just be there with each other – no words needed. there's a slight flush on his cheeks and you can't really tell whether it's because of the warm air around you in this coffee shop or it's the hot drink.

it's neither.

obviously, it's because of you.

but it's also because of the small, little velvety box that's hiding in the depths of his right pocket, just waiting for the right time.

[b3achysurfer]

teenagers in media acting like real teenagers will always hold a special place in my heart

[twilightakiishi]

—NIGHT LIGHT ⋆.˚ ☾

hanma is a childish grumpy baby when he’s been woken up. 0.5k wc ﾉ fluff ﾉ a little suggestive.

cw: no pronouns used, hanma calls reader doll and baby, brief mentions of a previous blowjob & free use.

“doll…” his low grumble comes from beside you as he shakes your shoulder a bit.

you barely glance in his direction as you scroll on your phone. “yes, shuji?” 

“turn the damn light off.”

“huh? there aren’t any lights on.”

he lays there with his eyes still shut a few seconds before he cracks one open and points out the window with a childish grunt. 

you stifle a laugh, “…that’s a street lamp.”

“…huh? for what? why is it on?” he’s clearly half asleep, and a little incoherent. you know you’re safe to giggle as much as you want when he’s like this. 

“so people can see.”

he pouts, throwing an arm over his eyes, “ugh, it’s like, 3am, nobody needs to see anything right now.”

“actually shu, it’s only midnight. and, if i hadn’t sucked you comatose, I’m sure you would be one of the hooligans out and about at this hour.” 

“….close the curtain, doll.”

“no. it’s like a night light, and–

he scoffs, “what do ya need a night light for? dontcha trust me to protect you?”

he wants to bite back and tell you that he doesn’t need a night light, not because he isn’t a little afraid of the dark, but because he feels so safe next to you.

“–and it helps me wake up in the morning when the sun comes through,” you deadpan.

another thing he won’t tell you is how he doesn’t need the sun that streams in through the window every morning; the sight of your sleeping figure beside him is enough. 

but it’s midnight, apparently, and he’s not feeling the type of tired where he can be vulnerable tonight, so he keeps that to himself, even though he desperately wants to know if you feel the same way.

“excuses, excuses,” he tsks. he turns his head toward you and lifts his arm from his eyes, barely cracking them open, “if you hate me just say that.”

“shuji, my dearest. i had your cock down my throat 20 minutes ago.”

he full on glares at you, or at least he attempts to; his sleepy, half lidded eyes betray him. you don’t miss the way the corner of his lips twitched up for a moment, though.

in the dim lighting of your bedroom, he paws around in search of your arm, and grabs you tightly when he finds it, causing you to gasp and drop your phone. with a confused yelp, you’re suddenly manhandled on top of him as he buries his head in your neck, muttering a muffled, “relax, baby.”

you sigh, “shuji, you’re insatiable.”

you feel a deep chuckle resonate against your throat, “c’mon, you told me you like being used, yeah? so be my sleep mask for a lil while...” you roll your eyes at him for using your words against you, and at the way his voice trails off as if he’s already falling back asleep. you can’t help but giggle at your needy god of death who whines when you aren’t touching him for even five minutes.

your personal guard dog, the grim reaper of kabukicho— his world would fall apart without you. 

he’s never told you that, but you feel it through his actions; through the longing in his touch. 

in the morning before he leaves for work, he gives you a tighter hug than usual, and the sweetest, softest kiss. in bed when he grabs at your hands, no matter what position he’s tangled the two of you in, he gently brushes his palm against yours before he squeezes. and now, as his breaths even out and you slowly attempt to shift yourself off him, his arms tighten around your waist with an annoyed huff. 

he feels protected by…well, whatever it is about you; he doesn’t know. it’s less like the way he looms over any poor soul that dares to glance at you a second too long, and more like your soul is the solace that his needed all this time. your presence grounds him in a way he hasn’t experienced before; it warms up his heart and makes him soft. it’s the reason he can’t bear to let go of you in the night, and clings to you as long as he can before he goes out into a life that doesn’t treat him with nearly as much warmth.

despite the headache that he is sometimes, he makes you smile. so you settle in on top of him, because he’s given you no other option than to be his anchor in a world where he can only see the light in your presence. 

[crimson-constellations]

atla modern au where suki & zuko are life guards for the summer and sokka just keeps drowning

[skizabaa]

"It's a lovely night in Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizza-Plex, and you are a horrible goose."

One of the most unique, silly and joyful fics ive read, it's been an instant favorite! Fanart of the lovely Untitled Goose Fic by the wonderful @eyndr-stories!

[samaraxmorgan]

Your Roommate Sukuna

“That Time We Went To The County Fair”

Modern no curse AU, Sukuna X Reader

Synopsis: This housing crisis sure is no joke huh? Rent is just too expensive to live alone, so you put out a listing for a roommate and ended up living with none other than the tattooed bad boy Ryomen Sukuna! This is part of a series of drabbles and oneshots showing glimpses into you and Sukuna’s living situation!!

Contains: pure fluff, frenemies dynamic, emetophobics be cautious (no one actually gets sick it’s just mentioned), Sukuna is trying so hard to be nice

Word Count: 2.89k

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Sukuna always tries to give off the vibe that he’s too big and bad for anything. Everything is beneath him, everyone is merely a nuisance, and this Ferris wheel in particular is just too bland and boring for his tastes.

He acts like you held a gun to his head and forced him to come with you to the fair, but you really didn’t; if anything he forced you to let him tag along. You just happened to see a flyer in the mailbox and brought up that you were planning to go and he could tag along if he wanted to, the last thing you expected was for him to immediately start lacing up his boots and stuff his wallet into the pocket of his ripped black jeans, asking you a nonchalant “You ready?” not even a minute after you suggested it.

And now here you are, a decent train ride later and you’re at the top of the Ferris wheel sitting across from each other, looking down at the colorful lights of food stalls and amusement rides below you. You wanted to go on the Ferris wheel first since the sun is beginning to set, the sky turning shades of pink and orange as a gentle breeze chills the evening air.

Sukuna’s gruff and uninterested voice breaks the peaceful silence, “You could’ve looked out the window at home for free.”

You’re scooted to the edge of your little cart, elbows perched on the rusty metal railing and your cheek rested on your palm, looking longingly between the colorful lights of the roller coasters down below and the changing hues of the sky, “The view’s not this pretty at home.”

All he can respond with is a hum, his arms stretched out across the railing behind him as he leans his back against the hard metal wall of the gently swinging cart. From the corner of your eye you’d swear you could see him watching you, but when you shift your gaze towards him his head has already turned to look down towards the carnival beneath you.

He outstretches his arm and points toward one of the rides, colorful lights spotted around the outside of its spaceship style design begin to transform into streams of light as the ride starts to spin and twirl around, “We’re doing that one next, too fuckin’ boring just sitting around.”

You turn your body towards him and give him a sarcastic grin, “What if all the spinning makes me sick?”

He scoffs, gently kicking your leg across from him with his combat boot, “If you throw up I’m pretending that I don’t know you.”

“Boo.” You roll your eyes at him and look back towards the fair as the Ferris wheel begins to spin. You reach your arm out of the cart and point at a ride in the distance, a large boat shaped contraption swinging back and forth before turning completely upside down, the passengers' screams echoing through the open air, “Would you go on that one?”

He gives you a sly grin, “Only if you go on it too, you didn't drag me along just to watch, did you?”

“I didn’t drag you here, you might as well have begged to come with me.”

“Oh fuckin’ please,” He leans towards you, propping his elbows on his knees and looking up at you, “You gave me those ‘lil puppy dog eyes when you showed me the flyer.” He mimics a dramatic pout, making you groan and press your sneaker onto his chest to push him away.

“You’re unbearable.”

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The metal steps creak below both of your feet as you and Sukuna step into the spaceship ride; the walls are round and covered in separate metal panels for each person to stand with their back against, and in the middle of the ride there’s a booth for the operator with large buttons and levers. You and Sukuna find two open panels on the wall and stand in front of them as the doors to the ride slide shut, leaving you both and everyone else blocked off from the festivities going on outside.

The operator looks bored as they flip a switch above their head, the lights dying off before you hear the clicking sound of buttons being pushed, rainbow lights streaming along the ceiling in swirling patterns above your head. Blaring loud techno music starts to blast from massive speakers in the operator’s booth as you feel your balance start to waver. Within seconds everyone’s backs are slammed into the wall, fits of giggles and startled screams surrounding you in the ride.

You turn your head to look at Sukuna and he’s already grinning at you, he tries to yell something to you but the music is far too loud to hear him. You open your mouth to yell “What?!” but instead a yelp is ripped from your chest as your entire body slides up the wall. He points up towards you and laughs, you try to kick him in the shoulder but the pressure of the ride spinning is keeping you effectively plastered to the wall, hardly able to move at all.

Sukuna, on the other hand, is somehow barely affected by it; deciding that it’s time to show off as he plants his palms onto the wall behind him and bends his knees to be completely off the ground. He stumbles back slightly on his first attempt to push himself up, but by the second try he’s crouching completely upright on the wall.

“What the hell are you doing?!” You scream out to him, but he can hardly hear you over the loud music and playful screams of everyone on the ride.

He’s got a massive grin plastered on his face as he stands to his full height so casually, as if the pressure of gravity just doesn’t affect him, taking a broad step over your stiff body to stand with his large combat boots on either side of your hips. He takes a knee over you, wrapping one of his hands around the back of your neck and the other behind the small of your back, leaning forward and yelling into your ear.

“You’re coming with me.”

It feels like you’re going to fly back into the wall as he pulls you into his arms, his strong grip keeping your body flush against his as you try to raise your arms enough to wrap them around his neck.

“You’re insane! Put me down!”

You can feel his breathy laughter on the crook of your neck as he lifts you up to stand with him on the wall, his hands never loosening their protective grip on you even as your feet plant themselves on the wall. He’s holding you so close, you’re not sure if your head is spinning more from him or the carnival ride. Your arms are wrapped tightly around his neck, your head pressed flush against his broad chest and tilted up towards the flickering lights adorning the ceiling.

“Not so bad, see?” You can hear the grin in his voice, his lips brushing against your ear while he speaks to you, “Not gonna drop you, calm down.”

Can he feel how fast my heart is beating?

The pressure in your head starts to feel relieved, but at the cost of your balance as you stumble forward. Sukuna completely wraps his arm around your waist and lifts you off your feet, taking long strides backwards off the wall and back onto the floor as the ride slows to a gradual stop.

“Hey!” The operator is screaming over the music as the large doors slide back open, “You two! Off!”

Sukuna chuckles into your ear as he drops you onto your feet, “Oops.”

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“I can’t take you anywhere-“

“Ugh, how was I supposed to know that guy would be such a pussy?”

“Sukuna!” You slap his arm, “You’re gonna get us kicked out!”

He just huffs and rolls his eyes, his arms crossed over his chest as you both walk side by side through the fair. You knew he was nothing but trouble, and you feel a little stupid for assuming he wouldn’t drag you down into his bullshit with him, but you’re stuck with him now; at least until your lease is up. Maybe you shouldn’t invite him out with you anywhere after this, but when you glance up at his stupid grumpy expression you get butterflies.

With a face like that it’s no wonder he gets away with anything.

He’s so… annoying. That’s what you like to tell yourself; it’s annoying that you can’t stay mad at him, that he gives you that smirk that makes your heart race, that he held you like that on the carnival ride. He drives you insane in all the best and worst ways, either waking you up in the middle of the night by being loud and obnoxious coming home drunk from a concert, or making you go crazy wishing he was home with you while he was out with his friends.

“Are you even fuckin’ listening?” He snaps you out of your trance.

“No.” You huff, breaking your gaze from his. Did you doze off while staring at him?

“Brat,” He wraps his fingers around your wrist and pulls you towards a pop up stall, the stall walls lined with balloons and stuffed animals, “You beat me in this and I’ll… behave for the next one.”

You scoff at him, “No you won’t.”

A small smile creeps onto the corners of his lips, “… Yeah you’re right.” You roll your eyes and turn away from him, but he sidesteps in front of you, leaning down to match your height, “Tell you what, let’s make a bet.”

“That’s a terrible idea.”

He smirks, “Winner picks out a tattoo for the loser.”

You laugh right in his face, “Absolutely fucking not!”

“What?” He gives you an exaggerated pout, “You don’t trust me?”

You cross your arms and glare up at him, “You would make me get some kind of gang tattoo.” You say sarcastically.

He mutters under his breath, “Shit, am I that predictable?”

“Sukuna!” You kick him in the shin.

“Fine, fine. Piercing.”

You look over at the plastic machine guns mounted onto the edge of the stall, noting a toppled over “out of order” sign next to the red gun. Maybe it’s a bad idea to humor him, but you know damn well he’d pick that red gun over the baby pink ones surrounding it, you might be able to play dirty if he hasn’t noticed the sign that fell over.

A grin paints your lips as you look back at him, “You’re on.”

His head cocks to the side slightly, “Really?” He looks genuinely surprised, but definitely not disappointed, “Shit, that was easy.”

He strides over to the stall, planting himself right in front of the red gun, exactly where you want him. You suppress your smile as much as you can as you walk up beside him, wrapping your finger around the trigger of the pink gun next to him. He’s looking down at you so cocky as the game attendant counts down for you both to start.

“Three!”

“You know…” He leans down towards you to speak into your ear.

“Two!”

“I know a guy who does eyelid piercings.” He states smugly.

“One!”

Like clockwork, you start peppering through the balloons while his gun immediately jams.

His brows furrow in frustration and you look towards him, giving him a mischievous smirk, “You’ll have to give me his number.”

As the game comes to a fast end, you learn that Sukuna is such a sore loser, grumbling about how that was “fucking rigged” and that you’re “a dirty little cheater,” but you couldn’t wipe the smile off your face if you tried. You doubt he’ll hold up his end of the bet, and you’re not really that concerned about it to be honest, that frustrated look on his face is more than enough of a prize.

“Yeah yeah,” You giggle, “I’m just the worst huh? I’m gonna run to the bathroom, how about you win me something while I’m gone?”

He shoots a glare down at you, “No promises.”

“Oh yeah, because you fucking suck at these games, right?” Your bottom lip is caught between your teeth in a futile attempt to keep a straight face, you just can’t help but smile, it’s a nice change of pace for you to be the one getting on his nerves for once.

“Such a fuckin’ brat.”

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Something about Sukuna is suspicious when you meet him back at the games. His grin has returned once again and he’s holding one of his hands behind his back. His eyes light up when they catch yours, taking long strides to meet with you.

He leans down to be eye level with you, keeping his hand tucked away behind him, “Close your eyes.”

“You didn’t…” You look up to his eyes but his gaze flickers away from you.

“Shut up. Close your eyes and give me your hand.”

You let out a sigh, shutting your eyes and holding your hand out in front of you. Your brows furrow in confusion as something cold and squishy lands in your palm, “What the fuck…?”

“You know how you said you wanted a pet?”

You open your eyes and are greeted with… a goldfish. A little tied off plastic baggie dripping condensation onto your skin as the tiny fish swims in panicked circles, “Sukuna!”

“What?” He stands up straight, stuffing his hands into his pockets, “I thought you’d like it.”

“When I said I wanted a pet I meant, like, a dog!”

He nonchalantly shrugs his shoulders, “Well you won’t let me get a cane corso, so-“

“Because they’re a hundred and fifty pounds.” You mutter over him.

“Say hello to Brat Junior.”

“Oh you’ve got to be kidding me.”

He’s definitely not kidding if the grin on his face is saying anything, he takes a step forward and pokes the bag, watching the fish squirm inside, “He’s got your attitude.”

“Oh my god,” You rub your temple with your free hand, “We need to go get a fish tank.”

“We’ve got bowls at the house.”

“No! We are not mistreating this fish, asshole.”

“Don’t call him fish, he has a name.” He declares sarcastically, crossing his arms over his chest.

You mutter curses under your breath, “Brat Junior needs a tank. A real tank, with a filter.” You pull Sukuna by the sleeve of his shirt, dragging him along behind you, “There’s a pet store around the corner, let’s go before they close. And you’re paying.”

“Hey, why am I paying for this shit? It’s your pet.”

“It was your stupid idea!”

You both leave the loud chaos of the fair, walking along the quiet sidewalks to the pet store. The skies have gone dark now, the moon making itself at home above you as you cradle your beloved Brat Junior in both of your palms, trying to keep the water in his bag from swaying too much.

You and Sukuna bicker the whole walk there until you make it to the sliding glass doors of the pet store, quiet music playing through the speakers as you walk across the shiny white floors to the fish section. You both split up so he can pick up a tank while you sort through food, but shortly after he walked away he’s already making his way back to you.

“We’re gonna have to flush Brat Junior.” He says plainly.

You defensively clutch the fish close to your chest, “Absolutely not!”

He rests his elbow on one of the shelves lining the wall, leaning his side against it, “Then you’re paying for half of the fish tank.”

Your brows furrow in confusion, “You broke now?”

“Lady at the counter said he’ll get,” He straightens his fingers on each hand, placing them together like a prayer before parting them about a foot away from each other, “This big.”

“Are you fucking serious?”

“I wish I was joking, the tank is $600.”

You blow a raspberry, slumping your back against the wall and looking down at the goldfish in your palms. You’re silent for a moment, but then you let out a reluctant sigh, “I’ll pay half, but you’re carrying it on the train ride home.”

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You hold your apartment door open, watching Sukuna maneuver the giant 40 gallon fish tank through the small doorway, “Got it?”

He grunts in annoyance, “A little help would be nice.”

“Ooh, about that,” You hold the little plastic baggie up in your palm, “My hands are full with the baby.”

He blows his bangs out of his eyes, carrying the fish tank into the tiny apartment, “Should’ve fuckin’ flushed him.”

You let out a mock gasp, cupping the goldfish in both of your hands and holding it up to your face, cooing at it, “Did you hear that? Your father doesn’t love you.”

Sukuna placed the tank onto a long empty table against the wall before flopping on his back onto the couch. His eyes flicker between you and the fish for a moment, a faint smile creeping onto his lips.

“I knew you’d like that little fucker.”

A/N: Fun fact did u know that those fair fish grow to be 12 inches long? Unfortunately this fic is based on true events of when my boyfriend and I won TWO OF THEM at the fair and had to spend $600 on a fish tank for them (rip my wallet). Dividers by @adornedwithlight

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[greghatecrimes]

We always want to give our children what we never got for ourselves.

[q1ngqve]

fox! aventurine who lies about being inexperienced so you offer to teach him how to make a woman cum <3

fox! aventurine who pretends to not know where your clit is so you’d guide his eager fingers to your puffy clit, using the pad of his index finger to draw slow circles

fox! aventurine who gives you big bright eyes like a little puppy when you tell him his fingers feel good and he’s a natural

fox! aventurine who has to unzip his pants because his dick is hurting so badly from how hard he is when you let him put two fingers in you

fox! aventurine who asks if he can taste you when you cum on his fingers

fox! aventurine who sticks his tongue into you while his thumb plays with your clit instead of tasting you from his fingers which was what you thought he meant

fox! aventurine who makes you cum on his tongue in no time like a pro

fox! aventurine who can’t hold himself back any longer, pushes himself into you because you are just so fucking warm and innocent!

fox! aventurine who cooes into your ear telling you you’re taking him so well

fox! aventurine who laughs when you look at him with betrayal in your teary eyes, fingers coming up to pinch at your cheeks, asking you if your parents ever taught you to never trust men, much less a fox! hybrid

fox! aventurine who pumps you full of his cum as he apologizes, telling you he’s sorry for lying and he would a 100% do it again

[xochimillilili]

Hey come here puppy, come here and sit on my lap honey, let me hold you~ That's my puppy, just lay on my chest, yes just like that my love, rest your pretty little puppy head and let all those thoughts fall out~

You've had quite a long day haven't you pup? Look at you, your eyes are all sleepy and pretty, your cute lil tired smile n frown, your hair all fluffed up from being so busy all day... it's alright my sweetheart, I've got you, I'm staying here with you all night

Let me help put your collar on baby, you're just a little puppy after all, you just focus on getting yourself comfy love~

We can do anything you like my precious pup, we can cuddle here in bed or I'll sit next to you while you're snug in your little doggie bed. I can run you a nice bath and try to rub and scrub all your worries away, even just for a bit honey. We can watch something you like, or I can tell you a story, we can nap or do some nice coloring while I brush your hair all soft

You're my precious darling little puppy love, my good puppy who I'm so sooo very proud of, I'll always want to hold and care for you after a long day, you're the one I love~

[murdrdocs]

hobie loves his little bimbo gf <3

she's in her pastel colors, usually shades of pink hugging her body in meticulously planned ways. it takes her a while to pick outfits, cycling through skirts and low rise jeans and tiny shorts until she settles on the first item she'd picked up. she always apologizes to hobie throughout her routine, "sorry"s rushed out with the nature of time on her mind as she searches for her favorite lip gloss. which hobie plucks off her vanity and hands to her.

her kisses are slick, always, and leave remnants of strawberry or cherry flavored moisture on hobie's lips. her hugs are tight, frequent, and smell sweet, a nice contrast to hobie's strong-musky scent.

she has a certain way that she speaks, a way that sometimes gets side eyes from people on the streets but those looks are averted when hobie scowls their way. because there's nothing he hates more than stereotypes.

he knows that her hyperfemininity is constantly looked down on, but he also knows that his girl is smart, and cares about the state of society around them just as much as he does. he's seen her protesting on the streets, a pretty sign held up as she shouts demands with people around her. and he's seen her stand on the frontlines to defend those around her, intricately designed nails tucked into her hand which has clenched into a fist.

he's her protector, but she doesn't really need one. she accepts it anyway, of course, sending sweet smiles and chaste kisses his way when he defends her on the tube or at pubs.

it a classic case of opposites attract. and hobie wouldn't have it any other way.

[silkythewriter]

Heyy so weird request but could you do a vox x reader who has a kinda one sided rivalry with him in the sense every time he releases tech she'll challenge herself to make a better version

Vox with a one sided rivalry with reader!

Warnings!: A tad tinne winne bit of angst!, sorry if he’s OOC! (˃̣̣̥ ^˂̣̣̥`)

Fandom!: Hazbin hotel!

Author note!: OOOOOO I haven’t written rivals to lovers in a bit! Hopefully it’s not too bad!

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Summary!: One sided rivalry with are favorite TV demon (ﾉ ≧∀≦)ﾉ

❤️Written by silkythewriter Do not steal or repost on any other platform please! <3.❤️

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“In the morning, you would gone

I'd be mourning, tryin' to hold on To

the memory of your lips God,

I'm so lovesick What have you done to me?“

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!📺✨Vox✨📺!

Devastated, like actually in greif

After YEARS of not even a single demon upon billions below in the forsaken place called hell could make a DENT in the empire he built. But then you came along! With all your Gezmos and trinkets! (He refuses to call them anything other then that)

He is insecure, no matter how much he puts a face on about not having a fear in the world. He dose, he’s terrified of being replaced or knocked off the top!

The first time you released something after he did he merely laughed. You? A small tiny little business? What idiot would do that!? Your product was most definitely gonna be looked over!

Or that is what he thought at first (ಡ‸ಡ)…

Soon he realized how quick your growth to fame was. And honestly had a melt down, who even were you?!

He makes back handed complements on his TV show like for example “and on recent news a new technology has been released by *insert your name/company name*, looks a bit cheap but it’s okay for their first time!”

Yea expect those a lot…

He’s use to company’s butting heads with him, but he always squashed them in under a day! If not less!, so he was bewildered when you just kept popping up everywhere. He doesn’t even know how. half of the channels in hell are owned or under his name! Or at least played on HIS tvs!.

And when he released a product only for the next day for it to get a bit over shadowed by yours he loses it. He immediately thinks your doing this on purpose, he thinks your doing this as a means to get his attention.

Will never admit it but he bought one just to break it outta rage but after a bit he understood the hype, will take this to his second death bed.

He’s never had a good look at you before maybe a small invention or gala for some of the highest company owners in hell. And let me tell you when this man saw you he was shocked, it took velvet to snap her fingers for him to get out of his trans-like-state. He’s more embarrassed then he’s ever been, not only are your products prove to be a good runner up to his but you were making min lose his breath.

He didn’t wanna believe at first before velvet confirmed it to him.

And may i say, the minute you glanced at him and gave him a charming smile while waving your hand at him with a small glint of pride in your eyes, he actually had a system crashed screen as his whole system rebooted.

It wouldn’t be long till you made your way over to him trying to introduce yourself(•̀ᴗ•́)و

Honestly he couldn’t think straight until you excused yourself to talk to another business owner. He dosent understand, for all the years he’s been dead how is his heart beating so fast for you?

In denial about any feelings towards you, it can’t be! He despises you !, right?

Takes him a bit to work up the courage to talk to you again, as he introduced himself properly with as much passive aggressive charm he could muster. Only to be confused at your sweet yet passive aggressive smile as you shook his hand with such care

How can someone be so competitive yet so sweet?

We’re you trying to woo him on purpose!?(ᗒᗣᗕ)՞

He didn’t understand even though he knew your intent, and the underlying nature in your interaction. He still found it charming, and shocking at you technical level and marking tactics. He isn’t happily impressed, but he is definitely impressed, he would never show that though of course.

It always seemed no matter how much of a short time between releases you always managed to make it better he just didn’t understand how!. How did you have such short time to perfect something that he’s been working at for months!

He soon realizes out shinning you or squashing you business wasn’t gonna work. You guys were too evenly matched, it would be through pure luck that one of you would out shine the other one day and not the next. So he did the best next thing, purposed a business deal (quite reluctantly might I add)

To just merge company’s he knew your rise wouldn’t falter anytime soon.

At first you felt like this was a trick, to steal your soul or take you out while your walls were down. But he quickly explained it’d be easier to just have you work on things and share the profit (surprise, surprise)

Now you can decide weather you accept or not!

But after that meeting he would call you over for many more strictly for business meetings! Definitely not just desperate to spend time with you or anything

Even when you proposed to just, email, or text, he still declined saying he found it easier to say what he needed out loud. Definitely…. (≖ᴗ≖✿)

Sooner or later you’d catch on, or some people on the news would gossip of your “secret affairs”

You would soon confront him about this, and let me tell you this man is decent at standing under pressure in some if not most situations expect this one.

I feel like he wouldn’t admit it till MANY months later cause he’s just that stubborn

He just hates it, he hates your stupid smile, the way you make his stomach do back flips, the small glint of happiness and pride when your product is loved and bought by the millions. He hates the smile you keep even if at a rivalry with him. He hates everything about you, he hates it, he hates it so much he ends up realizing he loves it.

Yea he is one complicated man….

But once he finally admits it, and you end up giving it a shot. This guy would try to act like he wasn’t about to shut down, like his inner fans and vents weren’t about to self implode, he’d act cool and collected about it but behind closed doors he’s quite literally smiling like a dope

NOW if this were released to the public, the mess that would ensue is scandals upon scandals.

I mean! Imagine the head lines! “Two of hells most biggest company rivals now together?!”

News is fast to spreed lemme tell you that

I feel like he would rather have the relationship private but if it got out…let’s just say he wouldn’t stop it either per say (¬‿¬)

Overall! I feel like even if it was a one sided rivalry I feel like it would quickly turn to both of you butting heads. Cause to out shine the king of tech himself is quite the challenge, and you being able to do that says a lot!, he’ll be holding a grudge even into a relationship and still would get competitive here to there he would definitely still study your work to see how you improve so fast!. Still in the end of the day he’ll still dote on you behind close doors!

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WOWZA THAT WAS ALOT OH MY GOSH

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I REALLY HOPE YOU LIKE IT!!, I haven’t written rivals to lover plot in a bit BUT MY GOSH NESS ITS VERY FUN TO PLAY AROUND WITH THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR REQUESTING PLEASE COME AGAIN! Ｏ(≧▽≦)Ｏ

[crystalflygeo]

How to Warm Up your Dragon ft Zhongli + fem!reader

cw/tags: ngl this is MOSTLY VERY FLUFFY but it has a veeeery spicy part ehehehehe, praise kink, biting, bit of rough sex, creampie, dirty talk. Reader is technically Fontainian but you can ignore that tbh

notes: Y'ALL THIS HAS BEEN ON MY WIPS SINCE BEFORE FONTAINE IT'S BEEN SOSOSOSOSO LONG I started writing at the start of winter here, now it's summer lmao but hey at least it's winter in the northern hemisphere so... enjoy the snow and dragon man!! Also also... no one guessed what the gift was but Rin was the closest!

Your mother always used to say the way to a man's heart was with food.

you wonder if that applied to archons... er, dragons? adepti?

In any case...

Zhongli has always been a... particular eater. A very refined palate. It's not that he was hard to please, to tell the truth. But he always seemed to have an extra comment, something to add or change to a dish to make it ‘a little more special’.

But you'd quickly find out he had a soft spot for broths and soups, bamboo shoot soup being his particular favorite. Even when it took a lot of hard work and time to prepare, the way he did so was worth it, simply spectacular.

That's why you could almost cry with joy when he happily praised one of your favorite dishes. A fantastic soup d'oignon passed down on your family. Nothing to add, no extras or corrections, he'd enjoy it to its fullest talking about the creamy texture and unique flavor of the cheese so different from those found in Liyue.

So, today you decided to prepare it. Nothing better to warm up on this chilly season, and besides you'd just received a shipment of ingredients from your family.

The rhythm of a knife on a cutting board fills the air, along with a delicious smell. You finish slicing the onions into thin strips and add them to the pot at the stove, humming lightly while stirring. You really hope nothing would keep your dear Zhongli too busy today, so he could be just in time to enjoy this while still fresh and warm.

You turn off the other burner as the beef stock had already warmed up, and start washing some dishes while keeping an eye on the food. It is… rather amusing just how domestic this all feels. Not too long ago you were adventuring over Teyvat, facing off all sorts of crazy dangers, exploring, and never stopping in one place and now… now this feels like home.

And that is without taking into account who your fiancé even is. The former Geo Archon. You shake your head with a light chuckle. It’s still so weird to think of such an imposing figure from legends to be so… him.

You dry your hands and start to pour the broth on the now-golden onions, stirring.

Zhongli is sweet, caring, attentive, wise, with just the right words at the right time. Admittedly a bit airheaded at times, funny when he wants to be. A refined gentleman through and through unlike anyone you’d ever met.

And he loves you.

And you’re engaged.

Warmth rises up to your cheeks along with a small smile as you lower the heat and start grating the cheese.

You heard sounds at the front door and then steps. Oh, early today. Zhongli walks up to you with a smile, greeting you with a kiss on the cheek, his hands resting at your waist as he leans in from over your shoulder. “Welcome home, Li.”

“Thank you” He replies in that deep suave voice. “That smells good my love, would you like some help finishing?”

You shake your head a little. “Please, there’s no need, you just got home. Go take a bath and unwind a little, I’ll finish here and we’ll eat.”

Zhongli looks as if he’s about to say something but simply nods. “Hmm, alright then.” He pulls you a little closer in his embrace, as if he’d missed your contact, your scent. Zhongli inhales deeply, tension seeping off of his body and he gives a soft kiss at your shoulder before almost regretfully pulling away. You chuckle a little and stir the pan.

How domestic and loving indeed.

…

Later when the food is ready and served, he returns to the small kitchen dressed in much more casual and comfier robes. Your eyes linger a little on the small expanse of exposed skin at his neck and chest and then stop at the way his long hair is tied up in a bun.

“Not washing your hair today?” You ask casually, taking your seat.

 “I… Perhaps I have gotten rather used you doing it. I simply didn’t feel like it.”

You can’t help the short laugh that escapes you, even as you try to cover it a little. “Is this your way of saying you wanted me to bathe with you?”

His golden eyes twinkle. “I would certainly enjoy indulging in that more often.”

Your cheeks flush and you avert your eyes.

He takes a spoonful of soup and hums, closing his eyes to appreciate the flavors. “The finest ingredients cooked with true expertise. Simply divine, my love, thank you.”

“Flatterer.” You say, a little embarrassed but he can see right thought it, your little grin, the little shift in your posture.

“I am simply stating the truth.” He replies and continues eating. You can see his shoulders relax and the small satisfied smile at the warm food, it makes you a little giddy as you start eating as well.

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bundling up during winter was obvious, right?

Putting on layers and layers of clothes. And true, perhaps Liyue didn't get as cold as other nations such as Fontaine, Mondstadt or of course Snezhnaya, but maybe it was exactly for that reason the temperature drop seemed to affect everyone all the more. Besides, the people would take any excuse to show off their fancy coats, scarves and other cold-climate outfits.

Zhongli naturally wore many layers, and he did mention once or twice he wasn't as affected by the cold. Yet, his business partner had gifted him a thick snezhnayan cloak.

The thing was entirely ridiculous, too bulky with a fluffy overtop, the colors dark and cool not matching Zhongli at all.

And yet he'd used it! (Only twice... but still)

You were not jealous, not at all.

You just wanted to... give him something he'd also enjoy and wear around, yes. Something personal, something he’d like and look at and remember you.

But what?

Ugh, it’s not like you were really well versed in sewing. Back at home you’d even had some machinery for that, but here in Liyue… you wracked your brain thinking what could you give him. He had quite a few elegant outfits, fitting him perfectly and enhancing all his attributes, all personally tailored by one of his late Yaksha so they held immense sentimental value as well… how could you compete with that?!

Right, right, it was not a competition. You sigh. Zhongli will probably be happy with anything you give him, but still…

An idea pops into your head and you can’t help but chuckle. Oh, it’s so silly… but maybe…

Simple enough, personal, something he’d use during the cold season only around you. Could work, you decided as you pick up your things to go visit the textile shop.

If nothing else, it could at least get a good chuckle out of Zhongli, right?

And so, for a few days you work on your little project. Turns out sewing was indeed a little harder than expected but you were trying your best. The kind lady who’d sold you some excellent wool had also given you some tips and they proved to be most useful indeed!

Regrettably you didn’t exactly have the right measurements so you more or less eyeballed them. Eh. It’ll be fine…

Zhongli almost came close to finding out too, though you were inconspicuous enough. You’re sure he suspects something.

“It will all be worth it, it will all be worth it…” You mumble to yourself with a frown as you finish trimming one of the stitches. Your fingers hurt.

…

“Li! I have something for you!” You exclaim happily, hands behind your back holding the wrapped-up item you had worked so hard on. An excited glow on your smile and bright eyes.

“Oh? Am I going to finally see what you’ve been guarding to secrecy this past week?” He replies coolly with a knowing smile, amusement dancing on his tone as he places his teacup down.

Nothing escapes him.

“Yes” You present him the gift, your hands then fidget nervously, having nothing else to do now. “I hope you like it! It’s… my first time doing something like this… i-it may not be that good, it’s kind of silly but-”

“Darling please do not fret, I would love anything you give me.”

Your shoulders relax.

Zhongli unwraps the paper and finds a rich dark brown fabric staring back at him, he picks the item and opens it, trying to gauge its shape, thick wool, a little rough around the edges but you did mention it was your first try and he is honored enough you’d make such effort for him.

However…

What is it exactly?

He turns the item around trying not to show too much confusion on his face as to insult you or make you feel bad, it looks like… a severely oversized legwarmer?

“It’s…” You start, feeling a little shy and silly once more. “…for your tail.”

Recognition shines in his eyes and he blinks at the item. 

“You- I know you like to let loose a little around the house and let your illuminated beast features show, I love you tail too but I know… the scales get cold easily a-and usually we just bundle up with a blanket but I thought-”

“I love it.”

You stop running your mouth as soon as he utters those words, Zhongli looks at you with a gentle calm and your heart could melt at the sincerity in his expression. “No one had ever made something like this for me.”

He stands and unfurls the item, then, in a flash of gold his dragon tail manifests, majestic as ever and swaying lazily, the tuft of fur at the end flickering with each move. He maneuvers a little to slip the ‘tailwarmer’ on and though it sags a little, much to your relief it at least fits nicely. There is a yellow diamond pattern near the base that you’d started working on but deemed too difficult for a first try. It was a cute little detail though, maybe next time.

“Warm and cozy.” He chuckles and you beam at him, before letting out a squeak as said dragon tail curls around you, pressing your forward against his chest.

“Thank you, my love.” He cups your face and kisses your forehead.

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The air is hot and heavy as soft moans and grunts fill the room.

Well, this was certainly a way to warm up… and get some good cardio.

You pant and squirm on the plush surface of a heavenly mattress as the familiar weight of the ex-archon descends upon you. His arms going from a golden orange hue to a deep charcoal, lines of gold thrumming across his skin, glowing softly in periodic pulses up strong muscular arms. Golden horns rise from soft brown hair curled at the tips, two on each side like a crown, while a powerful scaly tail wraps around your calf holding your leg up, spread.

This is Rex Lapis. Morax. Any other number of names he had. This is the Geo Archon.

“Zhongliii!” You whine, his hands caressing your body, claws teasing along your skin, pinching a nipple, fangs grazing your collarbone and a long serpentine tongue licking a hot stripe across your neck.

The head of his cock teases at your entrance, already rock hard and burning like a brand, your hips canting for more. For him to finally fill you, to feel his thick overwhelming girth stretch you, breed you… you want to be filled so full it overflows, so that it dribbles down your thighs and ass in thick, slick rivulets of his love.

“Patience my love.”

You whimper and jerk at that, about to cry out for him again when he rolls his hips and sinks in your warm hole. Your breath catches in your throat as your head throws back on the soft feather pillows.

He pushes into you inch by inch, carving a space for himself with a soft rumbling groan. His lips seek yours as his hands slide to your hips and press hard enough to bruise. His kiss devouring, all-consuming with need as he bottoms inside you, hips pressed flush.

Gods you feel so full, stretched and filled every inch and then some, and he doesn’t allow you a moment to pause and adjust either. A beast of a man in the best of ways, he withdraws halfway, only to slam forward in a fluid firm thrust.

“Mng-! Ah!”

“Mine. All mine. S-so warm and thigh- nghh…”

His pace starts slow, his voice alone enough to drive you crazy with how deep, carnal, animalistic it is against your neck. Sharp canines teasing the elegant column of your throat as he moves.

“Oh! so good… Li… f-faster… faster ple-ahhn!” Your voice pitches high as you babble, pleasure coiling on your gut.    

“As- you desire…” Strained words still sounding like the very embodiment of sex, his voice so sinfully deep, so erotic it washes over you like liquid silk, like molten gold, only heightening the sensations of his quickening pace. In and out, in and out, skin slapping on skin. “You’re… you’re so perfect for me-”

You take him so well, your legs spread wide, your back arched, your insides molded to his length, enveloping him in the most mind-blowing of heats. The bed creaking as Zhongli delivers another powerful thrust, hitting a sweet spot deep within you and making you elicit a sharp keening sob of a moan. Your hands scrambling from the sheets to seek purchase at his back, curled up under his arms to scratch viciously trying to hold onto something, anything as he drives into you thrust after thrust after thrust-    

“I’m- I’m gon-ahnn! Z-Zhongli… ooohh!”

Fuck you are close. So, so close…

He nips at the soft spot between your neck and shoulder. “Almost there… little one.” He huffs between strained grunts and you whimper at the pet name. Golden claws sink on the bedsheets, gripping thigh for leverage as he moves faster, frantic, hips like pistons he fucks into you like a wild animal, the bed rocking, shaking with each thrust. “C-close…”

You mewl and moan, unable to form coherent thoughts anymore but just feel the hot burning pleasure, his warm puffs of breath on your skin, your sweating bodies dampening the sheets and you desperately want to feel his warm seed inside you, filled to the brim with his creamy cum.

“Pleasepleaseplease i-in! In-s-ahh!” You come with a sharp cry, vision blurring, muscles clenching, your insides squeezing around him, milking him for all he’s worth.

It was enough, the tipping point for the dragon, his thrusts shallowing out until he ruts as deep as he can and shoots his load inside you with a guttural groan. Thick spurts pumping inside you before it pools out around his own cock, leaking from your body until there’s nothing left to give.  

Everything is hot… so hot… the air heavy and musky with the scent of sex…

…

Zhongli slumps softly atop your body after what feels like ana eternity, his cock still comfortably nestled within your slick walls, cushioned by fluttering muscles. You lay beneath him, sweaty and shivering, breathless, chest raising and falling rapidly in small gasps as you struggle to catch your breath but oh, how you took his away…

 Beautiful, truly… your half-lidded eyes glazed over, barely able to open admits your exhaustion, but still able to whimper soft little moans as he trails fluttering reverent kisses along your neck and collarbone. Soft, chaste, loving and tender touches.

“Ahhn… mmm…” He chuckles softly at the endearing sounds you make as he eases out of you, the subtle friction enough to sent fire to your nerves, followed by a strange emptiness that mellows down to buzzing contentment.

He lies to the side and pulls you close towards his chest, his tail finally letting your now sore leg rest, uncoiling from it to curl around you both, you settle there with a sigh, eyes sliding shut. “So good for me.” Zhongli gently brushes some hair away from your face and places a kiss at the crown of your head, resting his chin there. “Rest now, dear.”

“Mn.”

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You smile as Zhongli places the two steaming teacups on the table before scooting over and welcoming him with the blanket surrounding you. He settles on the couch with you cuddling close and passing the book on your hands to him. Your fingers brush and he sets the book on his lap before taking your hands on his, cradling them close to his face before blowing a warm breath on them. You blush and let out a little airy laugh.

“What is this? Dragon breath to keep me warm?”

He hums against your skin, piercing golden eyes staring up at you. “No, just my love for you.” He kisses your knuckles and fingers.

“You…” You mumble, averting your gaze.

He chuckles and kisses your wrist then before leaning in close and kissing your cheeks, your forehead, your nose, anywhere he can reach.

“Ngah, wait you affectionate big lizard!” You squirm and he laughs fully now.

“Just seeking my adorable fiancée’s warmth” He nuzzles onto your neck, kissing there too and making you yelp. “Gorgeous.”

“A-Am not!”

“So precious when you get all shy and flustered.” He gets your jaw this time when you move, so close to your lips.

“Stop! You menace…” You pout and this time you cup his face, staring for a moment at his handsome features, your thumb brushing close to one of the red markings under his eyes.

This man. This dragon. This god.

Oh, how you love him. He warms up your heart.

“Here, I’ll warm you up proper…” You whisper softly, pulling him close and tilting your head to slot your lips together.

Just as you warm up his.

[scealaiscoite]

⋆˚࿔ seven word prompts for seven sentence fics 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

¹⁾ “really? i never knew that about you.”

²⁾ “come on, don’t pretend for my sake.”

³⁾ “looks like they left in a hurry.”

⁴⁾ “who’s calling you this late at night?”

⁵⁾ “seriously, were you dropped as a baby?!”

⁶⁾ “i could eat a horse.” “please don’t.”

⁷⁾ “ice cream? at three in the morning?”

⁸⁾ “get your ass here, right fucking now!”

⁹⁾ “i really did care about you, y’know.”

¹⁰⁾ “you’re not going home, you need stitches!”

¹¹⁾ “we need to get you warm, fast.”

¹²⁾ “how long have we been driving for?”

¹³⁾ “[name]- “ “don’t start. [boss]’s already deafened me.”¹⁾

¹⁴⁾ “what’s a single bed between three friends?”

¹⁵⁾ “why are you in just a towel?!”

¹⁶⁾ “i’m your bodyguard, not your damn friend.”

¹⁷⁾ “swallow your pride.” “i’d rather swallow concrete.”

¹⁸⁾ “you look really good in my money.”

¹⁹⁾ “i said i’d help. didn’t say how.”

²⁰⁾ “come, sit. i made you some dinner.”

²¹⁾ “hide! they’re coming your way, and fast!”

²²⁾ “i knew you had feelings for them.”

²³⁾ “you’re exhausted, pet. let me mind you.”

²⁴⁾ “[name]’s in the hospital. it’s not good.”

²⁵⁾ “but you promised it’d all be okay!”

²⁶⁾ “their cover’s been blown- get them out!”

²⁷⁾ “who’d buying you flowers that isn’t me?”

²⁸⁾ “i was stupid enough to believe you.”

²⁹⁾ “isn’t paying for dinner a date thing?”

³⁰⁾ “for you, i’d do anything.” “i know.”

[obsob]

making and weaving and loving! like we have done for millennia!!