#while this all happened the manager didn't try to help the assistant manager at all

[echoofawind]

Goodness I did not appreciate the former management at my apartment complex. The manager and nearly all the staff left and now we have people who aren't taking care and aren't being kind. I have lived here for years. My partner and I pay nearly $2000 USD a month to live here. It's our home. It's literally management's job to help care for our home.

Post brought to you by the memo of pending eviction notice we got because the apartment complex's system cancelled our rent auto pay. Previously, management worked hard with reminders and emails and calls to make sure no one in the complex got a late fee, let alone to this stage. When my partner went to talk to management, there was no compassion, simply, and I quote 'It's the law." And "I didn't know our system worked that way." (ITS LITERALLY YOUR JOB TO KNOW! THATS WHAT WE ARE PAYING YOU TO KNOW.) He was still courteous and even toned in his speech. I had to walk away because I was livid.

[cocklessboy]

The biggest male privilege I have so far encountered is going to the doctor.

I lived as a woman for 35 years. I have a lifetime of chronic health issues including chronic pain, chronic fatigue, respiratory issues, and neurodivergence (autistic + ADHD). There's so much wrong with my body and brain that I have never dared to make a single list of it to show a doctor because I was so sure I would be sent directly to a psychologist specializing in hypochondria (sorry, "anxiety") without getting a single test done.

And I was right. Anytime I ever tried to bring up even one of my health issues, every doctor's initial reaction was, at best, to look at me with doubt. A raised eyebrow. A seemingly casual, offhand question about whether I'd ever been diagnosed with an anxiety disorder. Even female doctors!

We're not talking about super rare symptoms here either. Joint pain. Chronic joint pain since I was about 19 years old. Back pain. Trouble breathing. Allergy-like reactions to things that aren't typically allergens. Headaches. Brain fog. Severe insomnia. Sensitivity to cold and heat.

There's a lot more going on than that, but those were the things I thought I might be able to at least get some acknowledgement of. Some tests, at least. But 90% of the time I was told to go home, rest, take a few days off work, take some benzos (which they'd throw at me without hesitation), just chill out a bit, you'll be fine. Anxiety can cause all kinds of odd symptoms.

Anyone female-presenting reading this is surely nodding along. Yup, that's just how doctors are.

Except...

I started transitioning about 2.5 years ago. At this point I have a beard, male pattern baldness, a deep voice, and a flat chest. All of my doctors know that I'm trans because I still haven't managed to get all the paperwork legally changed, but when they look at me, even if they knew me as female at first, they see a man.

I knew men didn't face the same hurdles when it came to health care, but I had no idea it was this different.

The last time I saw my GP (a man, fairly young, 30s or so), I mentioned chronic pain, and he was concerned to see that it wasn't represented in my file. Previous doctors hadn't even bothered to write it down. He pushed his next appointment back to spend nearly an hour with me going through my entire body while I described every type of chronic pain I had, how long I'd had it, what causes I was aware of. He asked me if I had any theories as to why I had so much pain and looked at me with concerned expectation, hoping I might have a starting point for him. He immediately drew up referrals for pain specialists (a profession I didn't even know existed till that moment) and physical therapy. He said depending on how it goes, he may need to help me get on some degree of disability assistance from the government, since I obviously shouldn't be trying to work full-time under these circumstances.

Never a glimmer of doubt in his eye. Never did he so much as mention the word "anxiety".

There's also my psychiatrist. He diagnosed me with ADHD last year (meeting me as a man from the start, though he knew I was trans). He never doubted my symptoms or medical history. He also took my pain and sleep issues seriously from the start and has been trying to help me find medications to help both those things while I go through the long process of seeing other specialists. I've had bad reactions to almost everything I've tried, because that's what always happens. Sometimes it seems like I'm allergic to the whole world.

And then, just a few days ago, the most shocking thing happened. I'd been wondering for a while if I might have a mast cell condition like MCAS, having read a lot of informative posts by @thebibliosphere which sounded a little too relatable. Another friend suggested it might explain some of my problems, so I decided to mention it to the psychiatrist, fully prepared to laugh it off. Yeah, a friend thinks I might have it, I'm not convinced though.

His response? That's an interesting theory. It would be difficult to test for especially in this country, but that's no reason not to try treatments and see if they are helpful. He adjusted his medication recommendations immediately based on this suggestion. He's researching an elimination diet to diagnose my food sensitivities.

I casually mentioned MCAS, something routinely dismissed by doctors with female patients, and he instantly took the possibility seriously.

That's it. I've reached peak male privilege. There is nothing else that could happen that could be more insane than that.

I literally keep having to hold myself back from apologizing or hedging or trying to frame my theories as someone else's idea lest I be dismissed as a hypochondriac. I told the doctor I'd like to make a big list of every health issue I have, diagnosed and undiagnosed, every theory I've been given or come up with myself, and every medication I've tried and my reactions to it - something I've never done because I knew for a fact no doctor would take me seriously if they saw such a list all at once. He said it was a good idea and could be very helpful.

Female-presenting people are of course not going to be surprised by any of this, but in my experience, male-presenting people often are. When you've never had a doctor scoff at you, laugh at you, literally say "I won't consider that possibility until you've been cleared by a psychologist" for the most mundane of health problems, it might be hard to imagine just how demoralizing it is. How scary it becomes going to the doctor. How you can internalize the idea that you're just imagining things, making a big deal out of nothing.

Now that I'm visibly a man, all of my doctors are suddenly very concerned about the fact that I've been simply living like this for nearly four decades with no help. And I know how many women will have to go their whole lives never getting that help simply because of sexism in the medical field.

If you know a doctor, show them this story. Even if they are female. Even if they consider themselves leftists and feminists and allies. Ask them to really, truly, deep down, consider whether they really treat their male and female patients the same. Suggest that the next time they hear a valid complaint from a male patient, imagine they were a woman and consider whether you'd take it seriously. The next time they hear a frivolous-sounding complaint from a female patient, imagine they were a man and consider whether it would sound more credible.

It's hard to unlearn these biases. But it simply has to be done. I've lived both sides of this issue. And every doctor insists they treat their male and female patients the same. But some of the doctors astonished that I didn't get better care in the past are the same doctors who dismissed me before.

I'm glad I'm getting the care I need, even if it is several decades late. And I'm angry that it took so long. And I'm furious that most female-presenting people will never have this chance.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Hello hello!! I was not expecting requests to be open again so fast, but i am DEVOURING your writing, so i shan't complain!

What about Dogday getting saved by a teenager who’s desensitized to the horrors of the factory? Like of course, they’re perturbed, but aside from initially seeing Dogday(because holy shit), the biggest reaction they’ll give is a cringe and a “eugh” or some other mild exclamation of “that’s fucked up.” Essentially just Dogday interacting with a kid who’s weirdly chill with the circumstances and tries to be silly sometimes despite the persisting horrors.

Thank you so much and have a wonderful day/night!!!

Awe thanks! Have a good day/night too!

.......

"You..you're Poppy's angel..come to save us-"

"Eugh..what the hell happened to you?"

While back in the day, Dogday would've scolded you for using profane language...he finds it understandable considering you discovered him in his....erm..current condition.

The initial shock of seeing him would have anybody from outside the factory deeply disturbed.

But he's surprised that you're not fully freaked out and didn't run away.

Instead you manage to get him out of the Playhouse (while curbstomping a few little critters who tried crawling into his body along the way) and found a safe spot to rest.

Despite his insistence that you should leave him, you point out that he mentioned you saving him earlier.

"When you said "us", I thought that included you, too."

"I-I meant the others. The ones who can still walk..and still have a fighting chance. Look at me, kid. All I'm gonna do is weigh you down."

"....I mean, you are kinda heavy. But I've lifted worse with this grabpack. I got you."

He's confused by how oddly calm you are about everything.

If you were able to get down this far in the facility, you would've had to cross paths with Huggy, Mommy, Catnap, and Miss Delight at some point.

By all accounts, you definitely should've been traumatized at least from seeing all the bloody toys laying around.

Yet you're cool as a cucumber as you try your best to fix him (with assistance from Kissy, Ollie, and Poppy, of course, who are stunned you came out of the Playhouse alive)

Dogday remembers how scared the children were during the Hour of Joy, comforting them as he helped them flee the terror...so to be comforted by a kid now felt strange.

Yet your calm demeanor helps ground him whenever he starts to have a panic attack over Catnap finding him or if he feels like a critter or two is already inside of him, trying to take hold and eat whatever organs he had remaining (but it's just a sensation he feels from time to time).

You snap him out of it by asking rather silly questions.

"What if I stuck a flare in your mouth? Would that deter them?"

"...what? Um...I-I suppose that could work, but hopefully it's not a theory we have to test anytime soon.."

Even if Poppy decided to show you the Hour of Joy tape (which he had to look away from and tried persuading you to do the same), your only reaction is a slight grimace and a simple "damn wtf....you guys think any of those workers were running late or didn't go in that day?"

Dogday is shocked you'd joke at a time like this...but she knows you better and tells him you're just like That(tm).

You do care about them. You do wanna destroy the Prototype and save whoever you can along the way--including him.

It just may take some time for him to get used to your personality.

[drvscarlett]

About You Pt5

Sebastian Vettel x Webber!Reader

Summary: Everyone knows about the history of Sebastian Vettel and Mark Webber. But there's a well kept story within the paddock about Sebastian Vettel and another Webber. This is that story.

About You Series 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

A/N: and its a double update!!! im showcasing a lot of side characters that will eventually be a huuuuge part of the plot (winks). also the brewing tension. let me know what you folks think about this

Taglist: @spideybv28 @randomcuboidshape @mehrmonga @casperlikej @cliosunshine @honethatty12 @randomgirlnumber-13 @sugyomama @ririyulife @skywalker1dream @vicurious28 @cristianovettel @callsignwidow @gothicwidowsworld

2010, Istanbul Park

The necklace sits heavy on Y/N's neck. She had been fiddling with it the whole morning. There was something about the internal and unspoken pressure happening in the Red Bull garage ever since both of their drivers tied their points for the championship. She have heard more conversations here and there about who would Red Bull side with, their older driver or the rookie.

It was very stressful for Y/N to spend time with the two drivers involved with the discussions.

"Nervous?" Sebastian noticed.

"Can't help it" she gave a weak smile.

"For me or for Mark?"

Y/N had to resist the urge to roll her eyes. As if she hasn't had enough of this whole which driver would you pick to side on. She just gestured that her lips are sealed meaning that she won't take anyone's side.

"Stop trying to get my sister on your side" Mark apparently overheard the conversation "Blood runs thicker than water, am i right sis?"

"I'm not gonna comment on that"

"See what you are doing to my sister, you are ruining this family Seb" Mark overdramatically reacts

"Your sister is my bestfriend, get over it" Sebastian rebutted.

Bestfriend.

And just like that, there was a pang in Y/N's heart. Maybe another factor of the heavy feeling is that she has been doing her best to bury her feelings for Sebastian. But after the whole Monaco pre-birthday thing, every effort that she has to bury her feelings is thrown out of the window. She was hopelessly inlove with the man and Sebastian was very blind about it.

"Just have a good race, okay?"she reminded the two.

"I think we will score some good points today" Sebastian confidently stated.

"That's the fighting spirit" Mark cheered on.

It was moments like this that Y/N was reminded that the two Red Bull drivers are not fighting each other as the team pictured them to be. They may showcase competitiveness during the races but that's just normal. Outside the track, the two share a very friendly atmosphere with each other.

Soon, the two set off to go their respective cars. Y/N watched the race outside of the driver's room for a change. Ever since, she started to hear the gossiping of the Red Bull crew about Seb and Mark, she opted to be more around them. She wanted to know what they are saying to warn the drivers or make a possible plan on how to resolve if ever the situation escalates.

The race started out well with Mark leading comfortably. Sebastian was behind and Lewis was next. It was going really well for Mark and if Y/N have to say it then he might win another race. Sebastian, on the other hand, has been challenged by the two McLarens of Hamilton and Button.

Then it happened all so quickly.

Y/N let out a gasp as the two Red Bull drivers crashed with each other. One was sent down to the gravel while the other managed to push back to the track. Y/N was too focused that she didn't notice that the cameras were pointed at her.

'Y/N Webber

Mark Webber's sister and assistant, Sebastian Vettel's bestfriend.'

The whole garage was in shambles as the radio messages from Sebastian sounds really angry. The amount of swear words in the radio was a stark difference from the jolly Sebastian that she was speaking to a couple of minutes ago. Y/N looked worriedly as Sebastian goes to the stewards.

"It was Vettel's fault"

"No, Mark Webber wasn't looking and giving him space"

"That's stupid, it was clearly Sebastian Vettel's fault"

Watching the replays, Y/N hates to admit it but this one is on Sebastian. She could hear the discussion even becoming more rampant as Sebastian reaches the garage.

A permanent scowl graces his face as he talks to Helmut and Christian about the incident that occurred. Y/N followed to check up on him and she can't help but overhear the conversation.

"That was not right, this shouldn't have happened" Christian lectures "It will cost us a lot of points with the two McLaren looking for two podium finish today"

"Don't look and point fingers at me, I'm not the only one who crashed" Sebastian clearly not thinking his words through.

"Sebastian this should never happen again, understood?" Christian firmly ordered

"But it isn't right to blame Sebastian, the boy is right there were two of them there" Helmut comes to the defense of Sebastian "It was clear that Mark did not make way for him resulting to the crash"

Y/N felt herself getting red. It was clear as a day that the crash was not caused by Mark. It was getting clearer for her that someone has been playing favorites.

"See, you better have word with Mark" Sebastian said.

"Unbelievable" Y/N muttered.

She was taught that if she couldn't say anything good then she probably shouldn't say anything at all so she walks away. She decided not to show herself even after Mark got a podium finish.

Her sudden disappearance did not go unnoticed but Sebastian just let her be.

2010, Silverstone Circuit

Things at Red Bull garage has gone from bad to worse. It was difficult now to hang out with Mark or Sebastian as the two drivers have intended everything to be a competition. Y/N didn't want to see any part of this which is why she is currently doing babysitting duties at Mercedes.

It was a weird set-up seeing how one of Red Bull's employee is staying at the pristine white facility of Mercedes—she sticks out like a sore thumb. But Mick Schumacher only wants Y/N to be with him as he watches his father race. It has always been that case ever since Y/N met Mick when he was around 4 years old.

"Y/N, are you not scared for your brother and Seb?" Mick asked as the two of you watched the cars go out for the formation lap.

"I used to be scared" she still is "But its something that they love"

"Mama says Papa gives her a lot of stress when he races. I hope there is no aksident"Mick's tone was with a slight worry.

"Your Papa will be okay, he is a legend"Y/N assures.

The cars are now slowly lining up to the starting grid. Sebastian was on pole while Mark was the 2nd one so they were sharing a Red Bull front row. It only made Y/N worry even more because race starts are quite chaotic here in Silverstone.

"Mark and Seb must be really lucky to be at the front"Mick commented

"I sure hope so"

The lights started flashing and the infamous lights out and away we go went off. It was indeed chaotic at the start with Sebastian and Mark neck to neck with each other. They were both trying to take the lead even if it means pushing the other off track.

"OH FUCK" Y/N immediately covered the ears of Mick as the collision was broadcasted.

Mark managed to go through but Sebastian had puncture. The German was obviously mad for losing crucial places.

"What happened Y/N to Mark and Seb, I thought they are teammates" was the confused question of Mick.

She sighs. Her thoughts are echoing what Mick just said. What happened to them.

"Mick,they are still teammates its just that they also have to compete with each other. Its a sports and sometimes we lose,sometimes we win"Y/N tried to explain it to 10-year-old Mick.

She could already imagine the chaos in the Red Bull garage. She hears the commentaries that maybe this was Webber's revenge for Istanbul. The headache that will emerge for her after this whole race will be very difficult to ignore.

"Y/N if I become an f1 driver,would you come see me?"Mick asked

Its like heaven sent an angel in the form of Mick for Y/N. When she hears him talk it feels as if the world is slightly a little simpler and better. How she wish she lives in that same bubble as Mick.

"I won't crash, I promise"Mick added

Young Mick is still very young but he really dreams to be a Formula 1 driver like his father. Y/N could feel grey hairs developing if she sees Mick in an F1 car.

"Of course Mick"

"Good"Mick grinned "Oh look Y/N your brother is leading! Go Mark Webbahhhhhh"

The cheers of the little Schumacher made Y/N grin. She will deal with all the Red Bull stress later.

2010, Hockenheimring

Usually, Y/N likes getting her coffee at the catering but she doesn't feel like interacting with any Red Bull team for this morning. This is why the Webber girl is seen queuing up in a local Starbucks.

She was just about to sit down and wait for her coffee when a random man bumped her. It sent all her paper flying and Y/N could only grumble since the man didn't even look at her to help.

"Some people these days lack manners"she huffed in frustration.

It was a good thing that someone was helping her picking up the paper. She looked at the bracelets adorning her wrist and the long blonde hair tied up into a bun, thank God for a woman.

"Thank you so much for helping me" Y/N started "You really didn't have to"

"Nonsense, it will be rude to just stare at you picking up your papers"the woman has a thick German accent, similar to Sebastian.

She is probably local, Y/N thinks.

"Still thank you" Y/N politely insisted "Do you want to sit with me, the whole cafe is full"

"Of course"

Y/N wasn't usually chatty but the woman is very comfortable to talk to. She mentioned that she was a local but she lives a bit far from here and that she was only here for the weekend. Y/N shared how she is also here for the weekend.

"Wait are you going to watch Formula 1?" she quizzed

Y/N was about to answer when she heard the call of the barista. he quickly picked up her coffee and went back to her new friend.

"No way, you are Y/N?THE Y/N Webber?" the girl repeated.

Y/N chuckled. It wasn't usual that she has been recognized by formula 1 fans. She felt red as she admits that she is a bit flattered that she knows her name.

"I didn't know I am famous around here"Y/N joked

"Sebastian always talks about you, I was really looking forward to see you later at the garage"

Oh? Y/N thinks there is only one Sebastian that she knows.

"My name is Hanna, Hanna Prater" she introduced "I'm Sebastian's childhood bestfriend"

2010, Circuit de Spa-Francorchamps

Sebastian was bitter. He felt as if he lost a golden opportunity by not being able to score any points today. He is so bitter that he choose not to celebrate with the team tonight and he intended to stay holed up in his hotel room.

However, after a while,he grew tired of the hotel room walls so he ended up walking at the rooftop of the hotel.

Only,he wasn't the only one there.

"Hey stranger" he called out "I haven't seen you in Red Bull garage for a while"

Y/N turned around and she smiled when she met his eyes.

He doesn't understand how she does it but everything seems to melt in the background when she does this. It felt like he was back in his rookie days when they met up at the rooftops and talk for hours. It was much more simpler back then.

"I have been busy.. socializing" Y/N replied.

They both know that was a lie. Y/N was obviously using socializing as a front when in truth is she doesn't like to mingle with the toxicness of the Red Bull garage. But, Sebastian lets it slide.

"Is it bad that I missed you and I want you to stay at the garage?"Sebastian popped the question out of the blue.

"I'll be there as Mark's sister and his assistant, I don't think it will work well with the situation" Y/N informed.

There it goes again. This was that line that Sebastian has been hindering him to confess or ask her out.

It felt so stupid that he can flirt with anyone with ease but when it comes to Y/N, its so hard.He shouldn't have been scared of Mark, he is never scared of Mark (and it shows multiple times on track). But the thing that Sebastian knows is that Y/N has high regards for her brother and Sebastian didn't want to put a strain in their family.

"How are you feeling with the race today?"Y/N asked, diverting the topic.

"I could have been better." Sebastian sighs "Maybe I should train over and over again"

"Don't push yourself, you are still in the pool for the championship" Y/N assures

The championship. It's everything that Sebastian has ever thought of lately. Its within his reach and he really wants to extend a lead with it but somehow its not working. He really thinks that there is a high possibility that he can get his first championship this year.

"The championship must feel really nice" Y/N comments as she observes the smile on Sebastian's face

"I mean that's why were all racing dangerously" Sebastian chuckles.

No sane man would want to race in harsh conditions or beyond normal speed limit without any incentives.

"Just don't lose yourself"Y/N said "I worry about you Seb"

He acknowledges that. He is not dumb that the Red Bull crew has been pitting him and Webber against each other. In the end, it places a pressure on both of them to perform well because all that Red Bull cares about is who will bring the victory. The more likely victor will be the more favored one.

"We'll be alright" Sebastian comforts.

Even if this is all a lie, the two finds that comfort and repeat it to themselves. Maybe if they repeat it a lot then maybe it will end up coming true.

[cherryxblossxms]

Bedtime Relaxation

Lucifer x reader

: ̗̀➛ A/N: I don't give nearly enough love to my Luci, and I just wanted to write him being casual and simply wanting some loving from his MC. Not proofread and a bit of a rushed ending

: ̗̀➛ Warnings: fem afab reader, fluff and smut, no protection, neck kisses and a lil biting, praise, dirty talk, fingering, creampie, a bit of breeding, cockwarming; remember to pee after sexxxx; Lucifer is a tease but there's a lot of love~

: ̗̀➛ Word count: 3382 this was going to be short what happened

It wasn't unusual for you to go to bed alone most nights. When getting into your relationship with the Avatar of Pride, you knew what a workaholic he was. Thanks in part to his troublesome brothers, there was always work and bills to be looked over. The rest was thanks to Diavolo, having to review matters concerning R.A.D. on a near constant basis as an important member of the R.A.D. student council.

Any attempts to assist him were often met with stubborn refusals, but you fought against those with tooth and nail. Sometimes you managed to help decrease his workload, easing his burden at least a little bit. But you had to be honest with yourself that, more often than not, there was some paperwork that was simply too far above your head to manage. That's why tonight, you'd gotten ready— dressed only in one of his shirts as your pajamas— and slipped into bed all by yourself once more, your lonely sigh echoing in the empty room.

You were almost comedic looking amidst the bountiful sheets as the singular figure on your lover's massive bed. You knew Lucifer would always join you eventually, when his coffee ran out and his mind refused to look at any more papers, serving to fill the bed just a bit more. In fact, Lucifer often told you he slept better ever since you started sleeping by his side, so he always made sure you two were together during the night. But you still couldn't help the loneliness in your chest, and unfortunately, your day had been an exhausting one. It wasn't long before you had to succumb to sleep without him, missing his touch and dreaming of being in his arms.

You awoke some time later to movement on the mattress. You couldn't tell how much time had passed, but given how dark it was, you'd hazard a guess it was a few hours since you fell asleep. A cold hand made its way around your waist before a hard body pressed up against you from behind, spooning you close. Without looking, you knew immediately who it was, but that didn't stop you from angling your head back, trying to catch any kind of glimpse of your lover in the darkness.

"Lucifer?" You asked, almost involuntarily.

"Yes, it's me," he replied, and took the chance to kiss you softly before settling behind you. "Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you. I wanted to finish up my work and didn't realize how late it was. You can go back to sleep."

Your body rejoiced in that, wanting to return to your slumber as soon as possible. But your mind wanted otherwise. It had been a while since you'd gotten any quality alone time with the eldest demon, and even if it was brief, any time together was better than none at all.

You shook your head despite the darkness of the room, clutching to the arm around your body.

"That's ok, I want to stay awake a little longer. I've missed you." You hated how needy you sounded when you were tired, but it was the truth.

You could feel Lucifer chuckle rather than hear it, and another kiss was pressed to the back of your neck.

"I've missed you, too, my love," he said, nuzzling against you. "Nothing is right until you are in my arms like this." His words brought heat to your face, your heart aching with so much love for your hard-working demon.

Several more kisses followed, showered against your lips, your neck, and the curve of your ear, and everything in you wanted to purr at the feeling. His arm tightened around your middle, hips bumping your butt as he got as close as possible, and sparks came to life low in your belly. You couldn't help but squirm against him, his kisses and his touch always serving to rile you up in the best way, and you couldn't help but want more.

A well-placed bump of your butt into his groin made Lucifer grunt, and he retaliated with the drag of sharp canines against your skin, making you shiver. Any remaining sleepiness in you totally dissipated, replaced by the need for more. If Lucifer hadn't been holding you down, you would have turned around to get better access and deliver some kisses and bites of your own. So instead, the two of you settled for grinding and groping, your bodies heating up beneath the sheets.

Lucifer's nimble fingers quickly unbuttoned the shirt you were wearing, the pride and possessiveness within him swelling at seeing you wear his clothes— along with something else between his legs. A quick squeeze to your breast pulled a mewl out of you, and it was easy to arch up into his touch, encouraging him to continue.

With the heated, intimate atmosphere, you were quick to lose yourself in what was happening, especially as your lover's fingers squeezed and pinched at your nipples relentlessly. Having so little free time with your demon left you both needy, after all, and one thing always led to another rather quickly. But something nagged at the back of your mind, before suddenly springing forth in a tiny moment of clarity, making you gasp.

"Oh!" Lucifer's fingers stopped their movement at your exclamation. "Wait, aren't you working tomorrow? It must be so late, you need to rest."

Not that you wanted to stop, but the last thing you wanted was to be the cause of his sleep deprivation. An exasperated sigh blew across your skin, sending shivers down your spine.

"No, I'm not working tomorrow. And these long nights are exactly the reason I asked to take tomorrow off." That surprised you, causing you to glance back at him. You're sure if one of Lucifer's brothers had heard that, they would be surprised too; the eldest brother never took vacation, at least not before he met you. "I've been away from you for too long, and I plan to start making it up to you, my darling."

The fingers that had been teasing your breasts began sliding down your body at a tantalizing pace, kisses decorating the back and side of your neck again as he did so. After what felt like a torturously long time, but was likely mere seconds, he reached the apex of your thighs. You hadn't even realized the way your core was throbbing, aching for his touch.

He paused for just a second at the lack of underwear, before moving onward. A single, long finger separated your folds down the middle, teasing your hole before swiping up and just barely glancing your clit. You could feel your wetness, hear it even, before he even said anything, knowing just what exactly he was feeling, and a deep, seductive hum filled your ear as he seemed to voice your thoughts.

"Hmmm, see? You're so wet for me already," he said, lips pressed to your ear now. "I've been neglecting you, clearly, not taking care of my lover's needs like I should. It's only fair that I repay you what you're owed, pleasure you to your heart's content."

His words warmed your heart, while simultaneously feeding the throbbing in your clit, desperate for more of his touch. Lucifer's work usually took priority over many things, so you hadn't expected him to think about it like this. Not that you didn't appreciate it, though.

"You haven't been neglecting me, Luci," you said. "I know how important your work is, I knew that when we got together, and you know that I support you still."

Another hum in your ear, but he stayed silent, letting you continue.

"I just want you to be able to relax a little, so you don't burn out. You haven't been neglecting me, so you don't have to take time off just to please me. Although, that means so much to me."

A beat of silence passed, and you opened your mouth to question his silence before that same long finger suddenly swiped over your clit, your slick on his finger making it glide with ease. The motion made you jolt, drawing a slight moan from your lips.

"Ahh— hey!" You protested, grabbing his arm.

He waited another moment before repeating the movement, but this time making slow, leisurely circles around the sensitive bud. Your thighs opened involuntarily, giving further access to your heat, and you couldn't help the shuddering moan you let out.

"And what if I said that me taking time off is actually for a selfish purpose?"

The words only half registered in your mind, basking in the stimulation he was giving you, and it didn't help you understand them any better.

"While it happens to be for pleasing you, I'm taking time off because I wanted to feel you beneath me all night... and all day," Lucifer teased, pleased with your reactions to his ministrations. "Instead of the sound of pen scratching on paper, I wanted to hear you moan my name until you lost your voice. And instead of feeling the cold loneliness of my study, I wanted to feel your sweet, warm little pussy squeezing my cock."

You couldn't help the groan that came out. If you could orgasm from words and voice alone, you knew that line would have done it.

"So give in to me, my love, and let me pleasure you like I've been aching for," he purred into your ear.

Your lover always knew exactly what to say, and although you were still concerned about his exhaustion and the late hour, you were beginning to lose the battle of willpower against his masterful fingers. As much as you wanted to insist that he rest, you had to admit his argument was... compelling. You finally sighed as you gave in the pleasure, relaxing against your lover as his hand continued.

"Fine," you said, reaching back to place your hand on Lucifer's cheek. "Give it all to me."

Lucifer didn't waste a second before plunging two of his fingers into you, sufficiently slick from your arousal. The heel of his hand ground against your clit simultaneously, and the pressure was heavenly. He set a good rhythm, mind-meltingly good, making you whimper from the pleasure, and a sharp cry was drawn out as he found and attacked the most sensitive spot along your walls. A moment later, a third finger slid in, working on opening you up, and you couldn't resist rocking your hips against him in response. Your hip ached from holding your leg up for him, but you couldn’t be bothered to care until you got your orgasm.

You could feel your climax building already, the lack of touch from his long working nights making you extra sensitive to it now. And your lover had all of you memorized, every moan and tremble, every little spot that made you cry his name and gush arousal.

"My sweetheart is getting so tight for me, you're already going to cum?" Lucifer asked, as if he didn't already know the answer. You could hear the smirk in his voice.

You just whined in response, pushing your butt back into him, feeling his clothed erection straining behind you.

Lucifer huffed, keeping up his pace. "Look at you, you can't even answer me. I can feel how close you are, though, how badly you want this."

And he was right, you were rapidly approaching the edge. The sounds of your wetness filled the quiet room, and your body felt blazing hot. You couldn't imagine what kind of mess was between your legs as he continued playing with your cunt.

Just as you could feel your pleasure begin to peak, his fingers suddenly stopped, simply stuffing your pussy instead. The orgasm he'd been working you towards instantly began to slip away, and you tried to rock your hips again, desperate to chase it. But Lucifer anticipated your move, removing his fingers all together, and the action made you want to cry.

Wasn't he just telling you about how he wanted you to cum??

Your lover shifted behind you, but you were too at a loss to think of what he was doing. It wasn't until you felt his bare, solid length between your thighs, eagerly pressing against you and getting covered in your slick, did you realize he was preparing to take you. And as expected, Lucifer began to rock his hips forward slowly, dragging his length through your folds. His heat and his size were intoxicating, and as if you weren't already a mess from his fingers, his length was doing wonders against you.

Each time he drew back, you could feel the mushroom head press towards your entrance, and you hoped he’d finally slide in and fuck you like he promised. But your hopes were dashed as he simply moved forward again, bumping your clit instead, seemingly unaware of your growing desperation. The man was teasing you, and it drove you nuts the way he knew exactly how to press your buttons.

"Luciiiiii," you whined.

Lucifer squeezed you close, chuckling low in his chest. “What’s wrong?” he asked. “It sounds like you want something.”

“Wh– Of course I want something!" You protested. "I was going to cum and you just stopped! You just said you want to please me, and now you're teasing me instead."

"I don't believe the two are mutually exclusive." This made you huff, your eyes rolling hard in your head. "Don't be mistaken, my love. I'm going to make sure you cum as much, and as hard, as possible in the next 24 hours. But a little denial helps to sweeten the deal, doesn't it?"

You hated that he was right. Orgasms with Lucifer were powerful, and it was all thanks to his devastating combination of denial then reward. Whether it was because he was a demon, or because he had potentially hundreds of years of experience, you weren't sure. All you knew was that Lucifer could play you like his favorite instrument, and make you sing like no one else possibly could. All you could do was whine softly in response, Lucifer continuing to tease his length against you at a leisurely place until you said otherwise.

Just as you were ready to explode at him, however, you finally felt his tip press to your entrance. All the teasing and prep made it easy for him to slide in, his mushroom tip popping past the first ring of muscle with ease, making you gasp softly, but he took his time pressing in, making sure you were comfortable.

“Ohhhh, fuck…”

Even with the prep, he always gave you a good stretch, and as he bottomed out, that delicious full feeling was incomparable. The mutual relief of finally feeling each other effectively silenced you both, and all you could hear for a moment was your combined heavy breaths.

That first thrust was heavenly.

He gave you a moment to get adjusted before slowly pulling out, almost all the way, then pushed forward again. The gift of long-anticipated friction drew an involuntary moan out from your lips, the first of many for the night, and it spurred your lover on to up his pace. Once Lucifer knew you were okay, one of his arms wrapped around your waist, holding you close against him as his hips started moving faster.

You reached an arm back to touch his hip, feeling the pull of his muscle as he moved, and focused on the feel of his cock pumping between your walls. You closed your eyes, reveling in your relief and your pleasure.

“Mmh, there’s my good girl. You feel so good, so warm and wet for me,” Lucifer groaned in your ear. You couldn’t help the way it made you tighten around him, drawing a grunt from him as he pushed forward, and you certainly couldn’t help the gush of arousal that came forth, either.

Suddenly, he stopped as he adjusted the angle, raising your one leg up and moving closer, seemingly trying to find the right spot before resuming his thrusting. And he’d evidently found what he was looking for as his cock seemed to reach a new depth in you, pressing against a particularly sensitive spot deep within and immediately pulling out a cry from your lips.

“Ah, there it is,” he said, and you could hear the smug tone in his voice.

Whatever it was, he was relentless as he focused his thrusts towards it. Each press of his cock hit that same spot, just a little painful but overwhelmingly pleasurable. It was like he’d pressed the off button to your nerves, rendering your limbs as spaghetti as he increased his pace once again, your legs now forced apart by his own limb to keep that deep access. The sound of the bed rocking and heavy breathing filled the air, only adding to the close, sensual atmosphere.

“Ngh, Luciiii, it’s t-too deep,” you managed to say, your words stuttered by the thrusting. But Lucifer wasn’t giving any mercy, feeling the way your pussy hugged his cock told him everything he needed to know, keeping up his pace against your body.

“I know you can take it, love. You always take me so well. Just a little bit longer, we’re almost there.” True enough, the change in angle had you rocketing towards your climax now, that familiar pressure building up in your pelvis, and you found yourself rocking your hips in time with Lucifer seeking out the end. His own pace was beginning to suffer, clearly approaching his own end too, and you wanted to hold on long enough to meet that orgasmic crash together.

Right as you thought this, however, two nimble fingers found their way between your legs once more. Before you could even think to say anything, Lucifer’s fingers found your clit, soaked and throbbing for attention, and began to rub devastating circles on the sensitive nub. Any remaining thoughts scattered at once, the attention to your clit and the rough, deep thrusts all that were occupying your mind now, your climax closer than ever. It was all you could do to hold onto him for dear life, little whispers of “yes” and “please” escaping your lips as your pleasure began to peak.

At the same time, Lucifer pressed his lips to the side of your neck, his sharp canines denting your skin and threatening to break through. “Ohhhhh yes, cum with me, love, I can feel it. I want you to milk me, I’m going to fill you up so well, fill you with every drop I have. Cum with me,” he muttered, his pleas ending in a rush of words before his climax finally hit.

As he came, Lucifer bit down on your neck, holding you still as he grunted against your skin. You could feel the sudden rush of warmth deep inside, the sign of his cum painting your walls, and between all the sensations and the thought of taking his seed, it finally made your climax crash over you too. You couldn’t help the loud moan you let out, squeezing hard on your lover’s cock and milking him exactly as requested.

You were both a mass of trembling limbs as you rode out your orgasms, Lucifer’s hips gently rocking against you and working his seed deeper even as he started to soften inside you. You squirmed as it began to overstimulate you, and he finally, blessedly, stopped his movements. Your mind wasn’t yet back together, unable to say anything in the aftermath, but your demon lover seemed much the same, simply nuzzling your skin and kissing where he’d bit you.

He leaned up a little and his lips finally met yours, kissing you softly. Ideally, you knew you should get up and clean yourself up, but that delicious climax and the warmth of Lucifer’s body were calling you back to sleep. It didn’t help that your lover’s arms were wrapped around your waist, holding you close to him like he was afraid you’d leave. As the darkness came to swallow you up, you figured, fuck it. Maybe just this once, you could indulge yourself, happy in the thought that your lover would be there to greet you tomorrow.

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[dilflover-4ever]

“Just help me forget...” t.k

Summary: When something happens and all you need is your bestfriend to help you forget about it, even if it’s just for one night.

Content: lil bit of angst, smut (17+), comfort/fluff, sweet Tom, upset reader, slight sa/mentions of sa

"SCHREEEIIIIIIII" is all I heard before the crowd around me erupted into cheers and screams. I jumped up and down clapping my hands from the front row, the amazing spot gifted from my friends a.k.a the band. "GO BILL" I yelled out, knowing how hard that last scream was to hold. After a second of looking into the crowd and catching his breath, Bill started his thank you's and goodbye's, with the rest of Tokio Hotel waving from their spots. Tom found me in the crowd and waved me back, knowing this was my sign to meet them backstage I started heading there.

It was always "tradition" for me to meet them backstage. I guess you could call me somewhat of an assistant manager because truthfully I did help plan and organize some things but the only reason I toured with them was because I was their closest friend. I was definitely closest with the twins but all four of them are my most trusted and reliable friends.

Finally getting past the screaming fans I made it to the back door. The security guards gave me a look and before I started explaining why I was back there, the door flew open and Tom came out, arms opened wide. I ran and jumped into his arms, wrapping my legs around his torso. I felt his arms wrap around me almost immediately, shoving his face into my shoulder. "Tom that was so good! Y'all performed so well!" I told him pulling his face out of my shoulder and kissing his forehead. I slid off of him as he placed my feet back on the ground. "Thank you! I saw you singing in the crowd, you were so into it," He said while laughing. He was looking at me? I thought to myself. "Come on I know the others want to see you." He says dragging me through the door.

As soon as Bill saw me he ran up and hugged me, squeezing so hard I had to take a minute after he set me down, to breathe. "Oh my God you look stunning tonight! I love your outfit!" Bill says, I look down at my black mini skirt and short black, rhinestone tank top, literally my most basic outfit ever. "Aw Bill says you" I say and point to his hair and makeup, I lean up and kiss his forehead. I leave Bill and walk over to Georg and Gustav who are sitting on one of the couches, conversing with one another. I kiss each of their foreheads and pat Georg on the back, then give Gustav a shoulder hug. I sit next to Georg and start talking to them about the night, unknowing of the conversation behind me.

"Bill what the hell was that, 'You look stunning'? what were you trying to do? You know how I feel about her!" Tom whisper-shouted to his brother. Bill scoffed with an eye roll and shoved his brother. "Tom come on you know I don't think about her like that! I was just complimenting her outfit for christs sake!" Bill sighed after saying that. "Didn't seem like it!" Tom quipped back.

I turn away from Gustav, Georg, and I's conversation, hearing hushed conversation behind us. Tom looked mad with Bill just annoyed. "Will you guys stop arguing and come over here so we can figure out what we're going to do tonight!" I yelled over to them. The twins' conversation stopped as they both looked over, Tom leaning back to whisper something into Bill's ear before walking over. Tom sat next to me, pretty close at that, our bodies basically pressed to each others, his arm on the back of the couch behind me. Bill followed behind him, sitting next to Gustav.

"Guys, it's our last night in town, we HAVE to do something." Bill exclaimed. I quickly agreed with him but what I didn't expect were the groans of disagreement from the rest of the group. "Come on Bill we've gone out every night in this city." Georg said, scrunching up his face. "Yeah and we have a long day of traveling tomorrow." Tom added on, which was followed by 'yeahs' from the other two. Bill looked forward, trying to think of something they could do. An idea popped into my head, "What if we just hung out here for the evening, maybe have a few drinks." I said pointing to the mini fridge with a suggestive smirk. "Sure! We can do that." Bill said clapping his hands together and standing up. The other boys agreed and Bill came back with some shots for all of us.

We all held our tiny glasses into the air and toasted, "TO THE START OF A NEW TOUR!" we all said together, cheering then quickly drinking the liquid.

We did that quite a few more times, more than a few actually because now Gustav and Bill were up on the coffee table dancing. On the side me and Georg were tossing a bra, tossed on stage by a fan, back and forth to each other. I felt a warm hand on my thigh, I looked down and saw Tom's hand resting up near my knee, I looked back up at him and gave him a warm smile. He returned a lazy smile back, he was being awfully calm tonight, maybe he's just tired.

Another two hours of us jacking around passed, Bill, Georg, and me almost painfully drunk, with Gustav and Tom just being tipsy. Georg headed out murmuring something about wanting to call his girlfriend, I shook my head knowing she would not want a drunk call in the middle of the night. I looked down at my small cell phone, seeing the time I realized we have to be back at the hotel soon otherwise tomorrow would be hell. "Guys we ha-" I was cut off by the sound of somebody throwing up, looking into the left corner of the room I saw Bill, two feet away from the trash can. "Oh god Bill!" Tom yelled plugging his nose.

That sobered everyone up as we realised we needed to get him back to the hotel. "Hey you guys take him back I will be right behind y'all, I need to clean this mess up." I gestured to the trashy room. Thankfully the hotel was only a block away so Tom and Gustav had Bill supported on their shoulders, helping him walk out. Tom turned back towards me, "Are you sure you don't want me to stay? It's late and I don't know what kind of people are wandering about." He asks. I give him a reassuring smile and say, "Yes I promise I will be fine, the hotel is right there, you don't have to worry about me. Plus I will be two minutes behind you guys." Tom mumbles ok and starts off with Bill and Gustav again.

Ugh Bill that was so disgusting, I thought, throwing away the final paper towels and putting the cleaning spray back into the small maintenance closet. After sanitizing my hands I checked my phone to see it had actually been 35 minutes and not just 2. I knew the boys were already back in their rooms. Probably asleep by now, I figured they were tired from their show.

I grabbed my bag and headed towards the street, shivering from the breeze. Unknown to me as I walked, Tom was on the verge of falling asleep in his hotel room, phone in hand waiting for a call from me. "God where is she, she should be back by now." He spoke to himself. I was walking for a few minutes about to turn the corner, onto the street the hotel was on. Before I could turn I felt a hand harshly grab my upper arm. I dropped my phone onto the pavement. "Why are you walking around the city alone sweetheart?" I heard a gruff voice grunt into my ear, the smell of booze and cigarettes filling my nose. My eyes shooting wide and looking frantically around as i'm being pulled into a small closed off alley. Finding the eyes of the perpetrator I saw a dirty looking man. I couldn't speak, I couldn't yell, my throat closed off as harsh breaths heaved my chest. My lungs expanding so much, yet I couldn't pull in any air.

No, no, no, no, no, I can't let this happen again. Images of my ex best friend, a guy who I once would've given up my life for, a man who I trusted with everything in me. Images of him, forcing himself onto me in my own bedroom, a place of comfort, a place of my own, now ruined. Him gripping my throat and holding my mouth closed to cover my screams. Then images of him, minutes later, shrugging his pants back on and threatening me to not tell anyone then walking out of the door.

I snapped back to reality when I felt another hand on my waist, a bruising grip trying to hike my skirt up. I screwed my eyes shut and started thrashing around even more. Until I felt his hands leave my body and a voice yelled out behind us. "Hey what's going on over there?! Man get your hands off of her!" The guy ran around the corner leaving the scene before anything could happen, yet his scent still lingered.

I heard the voice again, "Ma'am are you ok? Do I need to get the cops?" I stumbled back, eyes blurry with tears as I shoved past the man, grabbing my phone and started lightly jogging down the street desperate to get back to the hotel, back to my room, no that's not where I wanted to go. Entering the elevator I hit the button to our floor, wiping my eyes and trying to stop my shaking hands.

Mindlessly walking down the hallway I stood in front of the door. The door of Toms room. I need him right now, I need his touch, his comfort, even just for tonight. He can forget about it in the morning for all I care but right here right now I'm pushing my feelings for him forward. I need him right now, so badly. I lifted my hand to the door and knocked, checking my surroundings while I waited for an answer.

"Hel- Woah what happened!? Are you ok? What's wrong? Why are you crying?" All of Tom's questions flooded my ears as he guided me back into his room. Once the door shut he pulled me into a tight hug. "Tom, this man he-he grabbed me and started touching m-me." I got out, shuddering from sobs. I looked up at Tom through now tear filled eyes. He didn't look into my eyes, he exhaled harshly and leaned down to kiss my forehead. He turned towards the door and picked up his shoes. My eyes widened. "I'm going to find that motherfu-" "No Tom! please just stay with me," I pulled him into me, pulling his face down close to mine our breaths mixing, "Just help me forget..."

His eyes held a concerned look, "look- are you sure this is what you want? I can just lay with you if that's what you need." He said in such a soft gentle voice. "Tom this is what I want, I want you to help me forget, I need you to take away the memory. Tom I need you." I think the desperation in my voice proved that this was truly what I wanted because soon enough his lips were on mine. A gentle, very soft, loving kiss. No rush, no forcefulness, just straight tenderness.

He laid me back onto the bed then leaned down to take off my shoes, peppering soft kisses down my legs. On his way back up his hands raked up my legs until they reached my skirt. "Are you 100%?" He asked again. "Yes Tom, it's you of course i'm 100%" I reassured him. His hands tugged down my skirt. I did the trouble of taking off my tank top, both items being discarded to the side. Tom kissed his way up my body, maintaining eye contact. "I'm gonna take care of you tonight baby, don't worry, i'm here for you." His sweet words made my eyes water, my emotions already being all over the place from the night.

His face came back up to mine, our lips meeting, less gentle than the first, yet still loving and sweet. He took off his shirt setting it to the side, on the floor. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down onto me, in a hug. I felt his warm arms slide under my body as he picked me up, turning us around so I'm sat on his lap. My legs came around his back, his body now locked onto mine. We kissed for what felt like hours. The kisses speaking so many words and thoughts. I could feel love through how he kissed me, I tried to reciprocate that back to him with my returning kisses.

Soon enough our kisses became more heated and sloppy. His hands were no longer around my back but now placed on my waist, grinding me down onto his lap. Soft moans leaving my mouth, his low groans meeting with mine in the kiss. His hands delicately reached around behind me, unclipping my bra, dropping it from my shoulders. I unwrapped my arms from him to slide it off. His soft eyes held contact with mine. "You ready?" He questioned. I nodded my head. He flipped us over softly setting me down and moving to get his jeans off.

My chest heaving softly with my breaths as I admired him. I really do love him, not just as a friend, I am in love with Tom. I don't know if he loves me romantically, like I know he does as a friend because we say it all of the time but i'm unsure if he loves me the way I love him. Before I knew it his hands were back on me, so were his lips, trailing down my neck softly sucking once he got to the base. He slid my underwear down my legs, them dropping to the floor. My hands held the back of his head as it trailed farther down my body, his warm lips capturing my nipple while his hand squeezed the other. "Mm Tom" I whispered. He looked up at me, still working my nipples. My feet found the waistband of him boxers, trying to slide them down. His mouth detached from my tit and he smiled up at me. "Babe give me a second I was gonna get there soon." "I need you now Tom, I want you in me" I whined.

His stood and stripped himself of his boxers. His cock hard and red as he slowly grabbed it leaning back down over me. "Tell me if it gets too much baby" He said before seizing my lips with his. I felt his tip at my entrance, he dragged it up and down a few times collecting my wetness. I felt the pressure at my entrance again, then him sliding into me. Our kiss breaks as both of us groan, his head dropping onto my shoulder.

He starts rocking himself slowly, allowing me to adjust. He starts moving faster, lifting himself up onto his hands. My hands thread into his dreads, resting on the base of his neck. I start feeling the build up in my lower abdomen. His thrusts are now faster and harder. He leans back on his heels, pulling my legs up over his shoulders. My eyes are shut but they open when I feel his hands reach mine that are resting by my side. He lifts them with his, locking our fingers together.

That gesture makes me melt, tears brimming my eyes. Tom leans down to kiss my cheek when one slips down out of my eye. My orgasm is coming soon, I can feel it. "H-Harder Tom." I plead, my body rocking with his. He starts thrusting harder hitting me deep, I moan out his name squeezing his hand. "Fuck Tom im so close" I tell him. "Me too hon, me too", Right as he says that I snap, moaning loudly and my pussy clenching around his dick. I know that this brings him closer because now his thrusts are so much sloppier and his shaky voice is straining out grunts and groans.

He quickly pulls out and cums all over my stomach, leaning down and kissing me hard, like really hard. Once our breaths calm down he collapses on top of me. I wrap my arms around his head smoothing his hair.

We sit in silence before he surprises me with his words. "I love you, I love you so much and I have loved you for so long you don't even know." a light laugh leaves his lips at the last few words. "Tom I-" he cuts me off. "No listen, I love you so so much, and I promise I will protect you from everything bad, I will keep you safe forever and ever, nobody with harm you ever again, I want you to be with me, will you?"

Overjoyed I whisper to him, "Yes Tom of course I will be with you, I love you so much and you are always there for me when I need you." I close off my statement with a kiss to his lips. He lets out a content sigh and closes his eyes, laying on my chest. We fall asleep like that, not worried about tomorrow, or the next days, just tied up with each other.

note: This was a difficult and sensitive one to write but I hope ya'll enjoyed it!

[mintsbubbletea]

𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨 - 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐌𝐞𝐬𝐬

Word Count: 1,252

Contains: Gender Neutral Reader, No pronouns used. Blood, kissing, cursing not sure if I missed anything

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Sitting at your desk in your dorm room, you immersed yourself in the soft melodies playing in the background while diligently jotting down notes on how to enhance your quirk. Each page was filled with valuable information shared by your mentor, and you found that writing them down helped etch them into your memory. Suddenly, a loud and abrupt knock shattered your concentration, causing you to snap out of your bubble. You turned your head towards the door and called out, "Come in."

The door burst open, revealing a flustered Denki who seemed to be rambling incoherently. Amidst his jumbled words, you could only make out something about a fight and blood, but it was clear that the teachers couldn't find out. Concerned, you stood up and walked towards him, only to be joined by Tsu entering the room. "Hold on, Denki. Who's hurt? What happened?" you asked, trying to piece together the situation.

"It's Midoriya and Bakugo. They got into another fight, kero," Tsu explained, her voice filled with worry. Denki chimed in, his rambling now replaced with a more composed tone. "It's pretty bad. There's blood all over the floor, fists flying, and explosions everywhere. It all happened so fast, and we barely managed to pull them apart," he revealed.

Confused, you questioned, "What does this have to do with me? Shouldn't we be getting Recovery Girl?" As you reached for your phone to text your grandma, Tsu hesitated before responding, "Well… we can't. We wanted to ask if you could use your quirk to heal them. This is their third fight, and Mr. Aizawa warned that if he catches them in another one, they'll be in serious trouble, kero."

Everyone in UA knew one thing for certain: you were the granddaughter of Recovery Girl. It was common knowledge that you couldn't heal major injuries like she could, considering her years of experience, but you had the ability to mend cuts, bruises, and other minor injuries to some extent. Your father, who was also a healer, had been teaching you alongside your grandmother since you were little.

You had used your quirk to assist your classmates before, but never to conceal something significant from the adults. "So you want me to keep this a secret from Mr. Aizawa and my grandma?" you questioned, releasing a sigh. Deep down, you knew you would eventually give in and help. Both of them looked at you with hopeful eyes, pleading for your assistance. "Alright, let's do it."

"Thank you, Y/n! You're amazing," Denki exclaimed, patting your shoulder. The three of you then headed towards the lounging area, where Deku and Katsuki sat in separate seats, each holding ice on their hand or nose. Several of your classmates surrounded them. "Thank goodness you're here, Y/n. We didn't know what else to do," Momo said, stepping away from helping Deku. Curious, you glanced at Deku, who had a bruised fist and cheekbone, and asked, "How did this even happen?"

"None of your damn business, first aid!" Katsuki's sharp retort echoed through the room, his frustration evident as he winced in pain and held the ice against his throbbing nose. Rolling your eyes, you leaned down and planted a gentle kiss on Deku's cheek, causing him to blush softly and smile in return.

With a soft blush, Deku looked at you and spoke, "Oh, you know, we were just caught up in a brawl." He expressed his gratitude as he flexed his hand, relieved to see the pain and bruising subside.

A smile played on your lips as you nodded, acknowledging the intensity of the fight. Walking over to Katsuki, you noticed him pushing Eijiro away, who was attempting to clean up the blood on his face and clothes.

"Don't touch me, hair-for-brains!" Katsuki grumbled, shoving Eijiro's head away with frustration. "You're bleeding all over the place! Just hold the cloth to your nose," he pleaded with the blond. Reluctantly, Katsuki snatched the cloth and placed it under his nose, watching as it quickly turned crimson. His gaze then shifted towards you, standing before him. Anticipating your next move, he immediately shook his head. "No way, I'm not letting your perverted ass anywhere near me," he declared, his tone defiant.

Confused, you questioned, "Then how am I supposed to heal you?" Taking a seat beside him, you observed the swelling on his nose. "I don't care, just keep your weird lips away from me," Katsuki huffed, averting his gaze.

Deku chimed in, attempting to persuade Katsuki, "Come on, Kacchan. We can't get in trouble. Y/n was kind enough to help us."

You couldn't help but roll your eyes at Katsuki's snarky comment. "I didn't ask for your opinion, nerd," he retorted, as you started pinching his swollen nose lightly. He let out a yelp of pain, causing you to smirk. "Does that hurt?" you asked, increasing the pressure on his nose. "Let me fix it for you real quick," you offered, ignoring his protests. "Come on, we don't want Mr. Aizawa catching us," Kirishima chimed in.

Katsuki grumbled, reluctantly agreeing. "Just hurry up, you perv, and keep your hands off me," he grumbled. You smiled softly, releasing his nose and leaning in closer to his cheek, feeling the warmth radiating from his face. You hesitated for a moment, biting your lip. This wasn't the first time you had done something like this, but it felt different this time. Taking a deep breath, you pressed your lips against his cheek, pulling away after a few seconds. A blush crept onto your cheeks.

"Alright, now get lost," Katsuki muttered, looking away, his nose already looking better. "Thanks again, Y/n. We really appreciate it," Deku said with a grateful smile. "No problem at all," you replied, standing up and quickly making your way back to your dorm. The music you had left playing filled your ears as you closed the door and leaned against it. Your eyes widened slightly as a whirlwind of thoughts flooded your mind. Did you actually like him? Or was it just his attractiveness that caught your attention? Lost in your thoughts, you stood there for what felt like an eternity until a knock on your door snapped you back to reality. Blinking a few times, you opened the door.

Katsuki stood there, hands buried in his pockets, his gaze fixed on you. "Hey," you greeted softly, feeling a bit uneasy as you awaited his response. "Is everything okay? How's your nose?" you inquired, concerned. "Just shut up," he snapped, his tone harsh. "I'm not sure what I'm feeling," he started, his expression conflicted. "I don't like it because I'm supposed to hate you, but I can't. And that kiss… even if it was just on the cheek. I couldn't get it out of my head," he admitted. "Although you're a total pervert, I didn't hate being kissed by you."

You were taken aback by his words. "What?" you began, only to be interrupted. "So, don't go kissing anyone else, got it?" he warned sternly. You nodded quickly. "Okay," you replied with a soft smile. Katsuki's eyes softened as he moved closer, his hand reaching towards your face. "Stop picking at your lips, you're going to mess them up," he scolded gently, wiping away a trace of blood from where you had been picking at them earlier.

"Thank you," you said gratefully, smiling at him as he withdrew his hand. "See you tomorrow, first aid," he muttered before turning to walk away.

tags: @slayfics Lmk if you wanna be added

[friendlyneighborhoodhottie]

─🕷────────────── Don't Lie To Me (Peter Parker x Reader -Angst-) ─🕷──────────────

You know Peter is cheating on you, and you want the truth.

I had no specific Peter Parker in mind when I wrote this, but enjoy. Language, cheating, angst, implied sex ahead.

770 Words

Peter had been increasingly coming home later than usual. You were sick of him hiding his phone all the time whenever it rang. You hated to be suspicious of him like this but you had a gut feeling something was wrong.

That gut feeling was confirmed when you saw the text light up his phone when you both were in bed one night. He was asleep and went to bed clutching his phone in his hand. It slipped out to lay flat on the mattress beside him. You didn't want to accidentally wake him, so you got out the bed and tiptoed around to his side. Hesitantly picking up the glowing device, you read the message:

New Message From Felicia

Hey Spider...When can I see you again? Last night was too fun ;)

You felt your heart sink.

You started to breathe rapidly, trying to focus on something else before you had a panic attack.

You brushed yourself off for a couple of days thinking maybe it was a coworker. Maybe it was taken out of context. Your Peter could never betray you like that.

But when his phone rang with her name once again, he tried to hide it, and you had enough.

"I got promoted today" He said glancing at you and then digging into his pasta.

You stayed silent as you shook your head and raised your eyebrows. You held the metal fork, gripping it hard, wanting nothing more than to stab him with it.

He continued cautiously, it didn't take his spidey sense to notice your grip on the fork: "I think it'll be good for the both of us, and in a couple months I can probably become assistant manager of the company. What do you think?"

He waited for your answer, and when he received none he frowned.

"Baby, you're being so quiet, what's-"

"Yeah, Peter, I'm sorry for being quiet, and all, while you want to celebrate, but you know what I think? I think fucking other people while you know how much I love you is fucking cruel. Who the fuck is Felicia?" You exhaled through your nostrils, eyebrows furrowed as you let your hidden rage out.

You could see his face go pale, confirming you discovered something he always meant to keep a secret.

"She's...she's just...she's just a-" he stuttered not helping his case whatsoever.

"Peter. Don't you lie to me." your voice stern.

"She an old friend, we've been catching up and there's nothing going on between us." You could tell he was lying.

"Then let me see your phone, Peter."

"What? No, (y/-)"

"Let me see your Goddamn phone!" you yelled. You hated to yell but you were at a breaking point. You tried to stay strong, tears attempting to form in your eyes.

He reluctantly put in his password, and handed it to you while sighing deeply. He pinched the bridge of his nose and shut his eyes.

"Wow."

That was really all you could say. Because the second you clicked on her contact the evidence spoke for itself. Dates they had planned, nudes sent, sexts exchanged. It was worse than you ever envisioned it would be.

You nodded your head accepting that this was reality as you prodded your tongue in your mouth before asking:

"What, so you were going to..just keep me around in case that didn't work out?" You folded your arms.

"It's not...it just kind of happened." he answered struggling to explain himself. What can he say? He was caught.

"But you still kept it going?" you threw your hand up and then back into your arm fold.

"I'm sorry." he says his voice starting to croak.

Your face was full of sadness, but you knew what you had to do. That trust was something that could never be replaced. And it's gone now.

"Sorry won't bring me back" you stated sadly.

You called a friend and asked if you could stay the night, telling them about the situation. You pulled your suitcase from the closet and stuffed as many of your clothes and items in there as possible.

You'd have to collect the rest of your stuff eventually. But tonight you just wanted to be away from Peter.

"Have fun with that" you said pointing to his phone as you left the house, pulling your suitcase behind you.

You got in your car and turned the key to the ignition to drive. Your tears finally flowed as you let yourself cry. You blinked rapidly and hot tears came rolling down, its warmth feeling oddly comforting in this cold time.

[fallenangel-s-thot]

your wife | yoonseok + you

summary: your husband want to try something new and yoongi didn't mind to help.

pairing: min yoongi x f! reader x jung hoseok

warnings: eighteen+ content, porn with plot, dark, fingering, threesome, (m) masterbating, slight degradation, undertones of manipulation.

author note: it's not proof read and the grammar is not great nether ಥ⁠_⁠ಥ i wrote it when I was simping over sope and thought i should publish it . Btw we have a little bit of sub yoongi here.

i do not give anyone permission to translate or repost my work, please be respectful - if you enjoyed please comment or reblog!

yoongi is disgusted with his behavior.

he hates that every interaction with you, his best friend’s wife, results in his cock straining against the fabric of his pants. all alone in his bedroom, he slips his hand underneath his boxers to do everything he can to relieve himself, and he whimpers pathetically from the slightest contact.

the walls of his shared apartment with Hoseok are way too thin.

he can hear your muffled moans, the sound of your whines feeding his heated state as he pumps even faster.

when he closes his eyes he thinks about how Hoseok fucks you, pictures how pliable you look underneath his large frame, and tries to imagine the squelching sound your pussy makes as Hoseok pounds into your cunt. 

he cums all over himself, sinking his teeth into his pillowcase as a single tear trickles down his blushing face. 

he swears he’s going to stop, that he would finally get a grip on these urges but he’s caught in a vicious circle.

it’s a dirty little secret he conceals - but the guilt wraps around his neck like a noose whenever you or hobi smile in his direction.

you love how much you’ve integrated yourself into Hoseok’s life, especially when it came to his cherished friendship with yoongi.

he always spoke so fondly of yoongi - and sometimes you wonder just how close they were before you were married to Hoseok.

you only recently began noticing a slight shift in Yoongi’s behavior.

you tried not to dwell on it at first and merely assumed that he was just going through something but one night, when you snuck away from Hoseok’s bed to use the bathroom, you approached the door and noticed a strip of light peeking out from underneath the frame.

you could hear low grunts coming from the other side, and your stomach coiled because you immediately picked up on what was happening. yoongi was moaning softly to himself, cursing under his breath until your name left him like a broken plea.

you quickly turned on your heel, marching straight back to your husband’s bedroom in utter shock. hook laughs when you tell him the story.

you were anxious and worried, but your boyfriend merely chuckled to himself with indifference. 

“poor guy. he hates being alone. he must be getting frustrated, and it looks like he isn’t getting any action,” he explained with genuine sympathy, before proceeding to point out that he was the only reason why yoongi managed to get laid in the first place. 

“I've been neglecting my duties since we got serious,” he pointed out with a shrug. you were surprised that he wasn’t more alarmed about the situation, but Hoseok reassures you that yoongi wouldn’t cross any lines.

at this point, you wanted to satisfy your curiosities and you boldly asked Hoseok if he’s ever helped out yoongi when he was this desperate. 

“it’s happened a few times,” your husband honestly replies, “But Hyung and I know it doesn’t mean anything...” 

the heavy silence is only broken when you shock Hoseok with a suggestion, by stating that maybe the two of you can assist yoongi in his current predicament.

your pretty hobi’s eyes glimmer with excitement and he can’t help but think what this could mean for the three of you in the future. 

“Is this better, yoongi?” hobi murmurs, his thumb tracing over Yoongi’s throat as he looks down at him. 

he’s standing next to the edge of the bed, while yoongi ays out flat across the mattress. his best friend nods his head, panting heavily as his slender fingers press into the meat of your thighs. he’s watching you grind your hips back and forth with hooded eyes.

his abdominals sink when you drag your nails across his torso, and you can’t help but smile over how pretty he looks melting beneath you.

“fuck, she f-feels...she feels amazing...ugh, you’re so perfect...” he cries, choking out a sob as you slowly raise your hips before dropping your weight back down over his length. 

hoseok raises his brow with approval and tucks his bottom lip between his teeth as he eyes you hungrily before flashing you a tender smile.

“she is...” 

his fingers curl underneath Yoongi’s minty locks, and he lightly massages his scalp.

“you act like such a needy brat when you don’t get what you want...” he huffs, bringing the tip of his leaky cock against Yoongi’s lips.

“now be a good boy and show me how thankful you are.”

fuck this is gonna be intense. 

[akutasoda]

HIII can I have a fluffy Dottore x reader oneshot where an experiment goes wrong and Reader accidently turns into a cat so all the segments start freaking out (some go to pet reader) and try to find a cure. Feeling silly rn - 🐓

distracting feline accidents

synopsis - an experiment gone wrong now leads to a cat loose in the lab

includes - dottore ft segments

warnings - gn!reader, fluff?, slight crack, wc - 651

dottore always was reluctant to let you in the lab. while he enjoyed having you there as he said you were a more useful assistant, sometimes he was doing rather risky experiments therefore much preferring to risk the lives of his segments than you.

but sometimes he just had way too many segments doing other experiments and it couldn't be avoided. mainly because you didn't mind helping out. and even if today's experiment was rather risky and unstable, your insistence and his lack of segments meant he begrudgingly let you help out.

and some segments still were helping out and unbeknownst to you, although you could probably take a guess, they were under stict rules from prime to keep you safe. and they would do so anyway as they loved you just as much as the original.

it had been a lityle while since dottore had started the experiment and it seemed as though nothing was happening. no matter what he and his segments tried, nothing seemed to do anything. you could tell he was getting frustrated so you got up from where he seated you and walked over.

and when you reached him it was almost like a joke. the second you went to tell him to give it a rest for a while and come back to it was the second something happened. the loud bang was deafening and the mist that quickly swamped the lab made it impossible to see.

the lab was temporarily left but dottore immediately clocked on that you hadn't left and immediately turned round to drag you out. but instead of the mist filled lab he saw the lab in a rather sorry state with a cat sat right were he previously was stood. he looked almost dumbfounded but right as he realised what happened some segments ran in front of him.

mainly younger segments present ran back toward the cat as they too realised you had been caught in the crossfire. while they were concerned prime would absolutely tear their earrs off later, seeing you as a cat seemed to ourweigh that in their mind. so there they were sat around you, now a cat, as the gave you all the attention.

dottore was beyond annoyed. his segments and himself couldn't keep you safe from the crossfire of the experiments. but he was just glad it was something that wasn't too dangerous and he guessed you were pretty adorable right now.

he walked towards the segments as one of them picked you up making you look like a long cat before dottore took you in his arms. he pushed out the segments who put up quite the fuss but no matter how adorable your cat form was, he preferred you as you were and wanted you back to normal. therefore was internally panicking and wanted to create a cure as soon as possible.

although your newly found cat-like mind had other plans. you watched dottore race back and forth across his lab looking for whatever he needed but quickly became distracted by the lovely alignment of various books abd bottles on the surface he placed you on. and waisting no time you padded over and started knocking them off before sitting down and staring him dead in the eyes.

he stared you back and after your antics continued a little while longer he begrudgingly let in some segments. some to keep you entertained and the more older ones to help him formulate a cure. although now he and his segments were getting rather distracted by you, making progress slower than he would like.

but finally he had managed to find a cure he was confident wasn't going to harm you further. but before he even gave it to your cat self, he did give your cat form some slight affection. light pats that if you ever brought up again he would always deny but you knew and that's all that mattered.

[reotheworld]

bllk characters with an idol!femreader, this has been in buried in the back of my mind lately

everyone is falling for her

❝ shivering, trembling, i want to follow her ❞

➜ bllk boys dating a jpop idol | ft. baro, chigiri, rin, niko

➜ fem!reader

sugar level: 0% & 70%

The moment you two are dating, BARO doesn't even bother and try to hide it. He doesn't care what the public thinks, so why should he hide his love for you? He doesn't care if your dislike him for you, he really doesn't care because as long as he is with you that's all it matters.

The people are just left wondering how you, so soft and cute and pretty on stage be dating someone like Baro who is rough and merciless on the field.

Watchful and hidden cameras always follow yours and his movements, photos of you two entering and leaving restaurants, holding hands and getting into a car inside the parking lot frequent every social media platform.

He knows that your schedules don't often match with each others, but if you come to one of his games while wearing one of his jerseys, he'd be over the moon.

Visual couple. That's what your fans dub you and CHIGIRI the moment the dating news rolled out. How can you two be so pretty? Like wow.

Every time your name is mentioned on interviews, he can't contain the smile that wants to break out of his lips. Your name alone has that effect on him.

If you're in a girl group, he has a good relationship with your other members, even maintaining it. On days he'd drop by to your dorm, he doesn't forget to give them snacks nor forget to greet your manager too.

If you're a soloist, he politely greets the people who work for you - hair and make up artist, road manager, personal assistant and the likes.

Even though it's game season, he doesn't forget to promote your song; putting it on his ig story or taking a screenshot of him streaming it or the music video!

The world was never the same when RIN's manager and your company confirmed the dating news.

It happened so suddenly, it wasn't Rin's intention to hide his love for you in the dark nor a secret, but the amount of hate you were receiving from his so called fans were getting out of hand. And in order to get it under control, he had his manager cooperate with your company to do a legal action against those people who maliciously spread rumors about you online.

He's distant and emotionless when it comes to photoshoots but if he's with you, he'll grace the cameras with some emotion from him.

"I didn't know you could smile, Rin!"

"Shut it."

Doesn't even care if there are thousands of cameras around you two, if he wants to get comfort from you, then he's getting his comfort from you.

NIKO often takes candid pictures of you with his phone. And what does he do with them? He creates new memes! Claims he's helping your fans by creating new memes for them to use.

When it's off season, you can bet that Niko is everywhere with you, being your biggest support system.

Performing your comeback song in a music show? He's in your dressing room with a lightstick in hand. Your song won in a music program? He has the biggest smile on his face as he cheers for you. Doing a v live (rip)? He's behind you, cutely waving at the camera.

Often comes into the practice room with food and drinks. He knows how much effort you put into the choreography and giving life to your performance. If you plan to stay up until the wee hours to practice, then he'll stay with you.

[vibingandsimping]

Wrote this at 5am and I cannot get this thought off my mind… I gave up on proofreading it after the first couple paragraphs, whoops. Enjoy anyways.

Forewarnings: Darker Content

Normal Tav + Gortash

someone on tumblr posted this photo and I literally drooled like a rabid dog

Imagine having tried to escape Gortash. A little while ago, he invited you into his palace, but he caught you in his trap and you've been stuck ever since. He lavishly fed you and provided you with fine silk to wear. If necessary, maids would assist you, and he gave you paints and pen to entertain yourself with. He considered you to be nothing more than a toy. One he could dress up and take care of... you were simply so pretty. One that he could also bend over and take whenever he pleased. You stumbled upon an opening during one of his days. He was occupied and left you with only a few guards. The reason he didn't have his usual number was because security had been on high alert. After a scuffle, per se, happened in the audience hall. You seized the perfect opportunity to escape. You ran, taking rapid breaths, until you hit a dead end. During it all, you managed to hurt yourself trying to avoid being pursued. Although your legs were aching, your chest was the most pressing of your concerns. It hurt to breathe- you were sure you bruised a couple of ribs.

Gortash sought to meet you in his private chambers. He demanded it quite frankly. Had this been under different circumstances, he would have taken care of you by the medical wing. He would make sure to establish himself after you betrayed him directly. To prevent you from trying to escape him again. Perhaps he was too lenient on you and thought him a fool? He approached a shelf and flicked his metallic fingers through while you sat on one of his padded chairs. He landed on a small vial with precision. The contents were a deep and dark red color like coagulated blood. If you were to guess, you would assume it was a concentrated health potion. The way he looked at you was predatory when he turned around and held it between his fingers. He presented it to you with expectation, observing your behavior. It was almost a test of your will - how badly you wished to leave him. A fleeting defiance struck you when you reached out for it. The grave has already been dug, why not step in and enjoy the last moments of freedom? The vial slipped and landed on the ground with a clink. As the glass cracked, the contents spilled onto the marble. For a few seconds, his gaze twisted with fury before steeling itself.

Now, this could go one of two ways.

He grabs you by the hair and guides you to look at him. His dark gaze made you instinctively swallow. It’s clear that was a mistake. You’re sure you’ll be punished for later. He speaks with a venom, his every word enunciated. “Dirty pet,” he spat. “I won’t be putting any of that to waste.” Then, a smirk fills his face and he pushes you onto your knees before him. He lets go of your hair and strokes it once. “Lick it up.” He speaks simply as if it were casual conversation. You knew it wasn’t. The tone he held was too commanding.

Or,

He watches with an unreadable expression. As the liquid trickles to his feet, he hums and turns back around. He fetches another vial- but different. The color was too dark to tell which without inspection. His golden claws dug into the skin on your chin. “No worries. I can always help.” The last word is punctuated by him applying pressure to your cheeks. It made you wince as he forced your lips apart. The cap made a popping sound as it flicked off. Tilting your head back, you’re made to helplessly consume the potion as he made his dominance clear. “Good, now swallow and maybe we can talk a lesser sentence.”

[assistant-of-drama]

Assistant Noah's World Tour!

Hello, my name is Noah.

And around 2 years ago, I had made the biggest mistake of my life.

I got into a show called Total Drama and now I can't escape this overrated series or its crazy host.

How did this happen to me?

Well, I'm going to tell you...

When I first entered the show, I thought that I was gonna stay at a fancy resort or something like that, while trying to win the 100,00 dollars.

But instead that hotel turned out to be a crappy, ancient campsite. They only have one outhouse and there's a camera inside of it. The food is disgusting and served by a violent psychopath of a Chef. The host is basically insane and probably gonna get crazier. With the cherry on top, being that our first challenge was to jump off of a giant cliff.

Yeah, the money just wasn't worth it.

I decided to trick my team into voting me off.

So, when the dodgeball challenge arrived, I saw it as the perfect opportunity since I hated sports anyway. I simply refused to help and gave my team the occasional rude comment here and there, to irritate them even more. It was almost too easy.

I smiled and chuckled to myself as I left the dodgeball arena, forgetting about the cameras recording my satisfaction.

When I wasn't given a marshmallow, I had to resist the urge to smile, while acting angry and disappointed. I even subtly insulted their intelligence one final time as I left, getting pelted with marshmallows in the process. It was totally worth it.

I couldn't fight the smug smile anymore as I reached the boat, nor the sigh of relief as the boat left the stupid island.

If only I knew that being unable to control my joy would've sealed my fate.

I was pleasantly surprised to see that there was a resort after all; a resort of the losers.

How ironic, but I wasn't gonna complain.

However, a few days later, Chris and Chef learned that I got voted off on purpose. They were furious. They called me back to the island, explaining that as a punishment, I would have to come back to the island as Chris' assistant for the rest of the show. My jaw dropped in disbelief. Apparently, I missed the fine print in my contract; if anyone leaves on purpose, then they're forced to work for Chris.

As I reluctantly went on the boat back to the island, I couldn't help but feel a mixture of anger, disappointment, and a bit of fear. I didn't know what Chris had planned for me, but I knew it couldn't be anything good. When I arrived at the camp, I immediately put on a disguise, so the others wouldn't recognize me.

I was exhausted. Chris had been working me like a dog since my return to the island. He had me doing all sorts of tasks. I'd never been so tired in my life. Every time I thought I'd finally catch a break, he'd find something else for me to do. It was relentless.

But at least I get paid more than the other interns.

Then later to my surprise, Chris began to ask me for new ideas for the challenges. I was confused at first, but then he explained that he was impressed with how I managed to trick my team into wanting me off the island. He saw it as a sign of my true potential. I couldn't believe it. Chris, the insane host, was actually praising me?

I decided to take advantage of the situation and give him my best ideas. To my surprise, he actually liked most of them. Over time, my role in the show became bigger. We would brainstorm ideas for challenges together, and I would help him execute them. It was a weird kind of partnership, but it worked for us.

As the days went by, I learned to accept my new life on the island. Sure, it was still a competition, and there was always the chance that someone might figure out my true identity, but for now, I was content. I even started to enjoy the challenges again, if only because they were more interesting with my unique perspective. The gross eating challenge was one of my favorites.

When the finale arrived, Chris, Chef, and I were thrown into the water by the contestants as a form of revenge. We didn't see it coming; one minute we were announcing the winner, and the next, we were soaked to the bone.

Then my wig came off, revealing myself to the others. They were angry at first, but after I explained everything, they decided to forgive me… except for Heather. We all had a laugh about it and even became friends.

I thought it was over.

But then Chris made everyone chase a case with a million dollars inside of it, while I simply stayed at the resort.

Then Chris revealed that he tricked everyone into doing a second season of Total Drama, I didn't care at first because I thought that I was gonna leave.

The apathy turned into horror, when Chris reveals that I'm still his assistant, according to my signed contract.

Life, why do you hate me so?

In Season 2, everyone became extra nice to me, hoping that their kindness would somehow get them special treatment in the future episodes.

Even Justin began flirting with me, and I couldn't help but feel a twinge of annoyance. I mean, sure, he was gorgeous and all, but I'm immune to Justin's charms. He's just another generic pretty boy that everyone loves drooling over.

I was so relieved when he left.

While the others finally took the hint that I wasn't gonna give them anything and now leave me alone, thank god.

Now that Season 2 is over, Chris is currently preparing a third season which is gonna take place in a unstable plane traveling across the world and singing random musical numbers.

Chef was right, that is the worst idea ever.

At least I'm not expected to sing.

The making of Season 3 is how I met Alejandro. The perfect combo of beauty, brawn and brains. Basically Justin, but with upgrades. The man who could charm the pants off of most species. At least that's what Chris says. Because personally, I think that guy is as overrated as the show I'm forced to work on.

That doesn't stop the Prince Charming Wannabe from flirting with me. In fact, it only seems to encourage him. He's constantly circling around me, waiting for the perfect moment to pounce. It's amusing, in a pathetic sort of way. I mean, really, how can someone be so convinced that they can win someone over with a few well-placed compliments and a big, fake smile? It's almost insulting.

Then there's Sierra. She's… interesting, to say the least. There's something about her that suggests she's not quite right in the head. When she was an interviewer, she followed the cast around like a lost puppy, constantly scribbling in her notebook and asking questions that no one seems to understand. She's also obsessed with Cody.

Her obsession with Total Drama is borderline creepy. She knows every contestant and knows personal things about us too. Even Chris himself. It's unnerving, actually. She even seems to know some things about me that I'm pretty sure I haven't told anyone.

They are the two weirdest people that I've ever met… and I'm about to be trapped on a plane with them. Great. Just great.

I'm not sure whether to feel sorry for myself or laugh at the absurdity of the situation. I mean, here I am, stuck as Chris Mcclean's assistant, while everyone else gets to compete for a chance at a million dollars. And now, we're all going to be singing and dancing our way around the world. It's enough to make anyone's head spin.

Pray for me.

(Inspired by total-drama-brainrot's anonymous questions!)

[loveackermannn]

How do you think Levi sleeps next to you? Stiff as a board? Curled up against your side because you’re so warm and he subconsciously moves towards the heat? Does he allow you to cuddle him? Does he wake from nightmares often? If he can’t sleep will he lay awake stroking your side to remind himself that you’re still with him. What about things like sleep talking or sleep walking? Imagine waking up to find Levi trying to brew tea in his sleep. Standing guard by the kettle in his striped pajama bottoms and loose cotton shirt. I wonder if he hums little lullabies to help himself get to sleep. Thoughts?

☰ SLEEP A WHILE, SWEETHEART. .ೃ࿐𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐢 𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

this is so so sweet i love this ask!!

levi is a very light sleeper, so even the slightest movement from you would strike him awake at any time. however, it wasn't easy to convince him to sleep in the same bed as you even when the two of you began dating. he was very much adamant that he needed to stay up to finish several documents for erwin, but you maintained your persistence – and just like that, he gave in too quickly.

you noticed how dark his undereyes have gotten and you would gently scolded him for not listening to you sooner about sleeping early. he merely grumbled into your shoulder as you tugged him along and into the shared room in which you mostly slept in – he always ended up falling asleep in his chair until a few hours had passed, you figured his posture must be horrid at this point.

so, you assisted in removing his jacket and loosening a few buttons on his dress shirt. he slipped off his cravat, setting it on his nightstand and slipped under the silky duvet to join you. he laid inches away from you, not making any effort to move closer as he didn't want to seem abrupt.

but, it was when you took his hand into your own that made him avert his eyes onto your tired features and he could feel the tension leave his body – you were just so pretty. his face softened just for you and he couldnt help but ask, "what is it?"

you lightly groaned, half awake and half asleep, muttering the last few sentences that you could manage, "you're too farrr.. come closer, it's freezing you know?"

he chuckled, hesitant and somewhat clumsy at first, "are you sure?"

"of course, my love," you confirmed, rubbing your eyes and inching yourself closer and closer to the warmth of his body.

levi tensed the moment you made full contact with his chest, not even registering the fact that this was really happening. the person he's wanted for all these years was sleeping soundly right by his side because you felt safe enough to do so. he couldn't fathom it, it almost didn't feel real.

though, when he finally moved his arms away from his sides and gently wrapped them around your limp form, it confirmed that this was real and that perhaps he could actually get a good night's rest because of you.

he looked down and upon hearing the quiet breaths that went in and out of your nose, he's never felt more at ease than he is now. he felt the corners of his lips perk up into a small smile that was only ever reserved for you, but since your eyes were closed to notice, he kept it to himself.

from then on, he cherished the nights more than he used to. he'd always been terrified of waking up from another nightmare, but with you by his side, everything seemed a little more okay. he didn't have them as frequently and instead, were replaced by dreams of where you existed in them. your warm smile that had him sinking into the ends of the earth or your tender embraces that had him cling onto the stars.

he got more than just 3 hours of sleep, eventually getting to the point where he could sleep peacefully through the night. he was truly indebted for all that you do, even if you don't realize it.

if there are some nights when he can't fall asleep for any reason, he'll just stay awake, making sure you're at least getting the rest you deserve. it's very grounding for him and it does give him the reminder that you're not going anywhere, you're still alive and well.

he'll word vomit sometimes too – conscious or not. what i mean, is that i can see him sleep talking, but only when he's having a nightmare. when he's awake and can't sleep, he'll just mutter sweet nothings into your ear about how much he loves you, it's very gentle.

"i love you. more than anything in the world, my love."

"my sweet girl. look so pretty like this.."

"for as long as i live, i'm gonna make sure nothing happens to you. i swear it."

and the concept you brought up that if he sings lullabies to help him sleep??! ugh that is just perfect, he most certainly does.

it's mainly songs that his mother used to sing back when he couldn't sleep as a child and it always seemed to work wonders for him every time. it must've been the smooth and calming tone of his mother's voice that put him to rest so easily or maybe it was the comfort it brought him to know that it wasn't all bad – that there was good in the world for him, big or small.

he'd do the same for you, if ever you can't sleep, he'll hum a little tune while you're curled up in his arms – it's a messy collection of different pitches, but nonetheless, the low rumble in his chest and soft ministrations of his hands rubbing your back is enough for you to close your eyes.

as soon as he knows your asleep, he'll kiss your forehead followed by an audible whisper that you're able to make out with the remaining bit of consciousness you had left,

"goodnight sweetheart. see you in the morning."

[faulty-writes]

Could you do iida, todoroki, and Midoriya with a s/o or friend with trichotillomania? If you dont know what that is, it’s a condition where the person has the uncontrollable urge to pick out/off hair and skin. If you don’t want to, you don’t have to!

[ As a psychology student, requests like these always fascinate me. Like it's so unusual but it is a problem that should have more awareness. I was actually surprised by how much I learned about trichotillomania. Fun fact, if you look at the DSM (Big book about disorders and such) Trichotillomania is classified under Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder as a relatable disorder and can also be referred to as "Hair-Pulling Disorder." ]

As most could imagine, Tenya treated your "condition" with the utmost understanding and support that was only heightened when he conducted research and gathered information regarding the possible causes of it, and the coping mechanisms behind it.

"I understand that safety and comfort are essential in aiding one with your condition. As such I will ensure that you always feel secure and relaxed in my presence without prejudice!" He stated with a smile, continuing to chop his hand through the air and you appreciated knowing that he, in a sense, could be your safe spot.

"Perhaps we can employ this coping strategy next," he suggested. The fact that he remained encouraging and acted as a pillar of guidance and support and helped you find effective and non-harmful coping methods to better manage your condition meant a lot to you.

"Please allow me to assist you, I am quite skilled in disinfecting wounds and such," when he happened to notice the, often bloody, marks on your skin from constant picking, he'd gently persuade you to allow him to clean them. While you felt a little embarrassed because he was bringing attention to your condition, he assured you there was nothing to be embarrassed about.

When he noticed you becoming uneasy or beginning to scratch at your skin or pull at your hair, he reminded you that it was okay to talk about your feelings or he would distract you by bringing up the subject of school or if there was something you wanted to do with him over the weekend.

"I believe that while certain conditions require extensive therapeutical or pharmaceutical methods, you possess an immense amount of inner strength and that your present condition does not define your worth," his encouraging words weren't always what you wanted to hear, but the fact that he believed in you so strongly made you want to try and conquer your condition once and for all.

Shoto was the observant type. Unfortunately, he was also the type to bluntly say or ask whatever came to mind as was the case with you. "Why are you pulling your hair and skin?" But you were too embarrassed and defensive to tell him then and left him without an answer which made him more confused.

After researching, he figured out, or rather assumed, that you were suffering from trichotillomania. He didn't tell you this, of course, but he continued to take the time to educate himself on the condition and the possible ways he could help you without being judgmental.

He was still unsure about how to support you. But much like him, he decided that giving you space was the best course of action. At the same time, he was always ready to be there when your condition heightened, and you sought comfort.

"Um, well we could...uh," he would attempt to try and distract you from your condition on occasion, although he was unclear what exactly to do. He tended to default to certain activities he knew you enjoyed or embraced you as a form of silent comfort until you felt better.

"Maybe you could seek professional help?" You detested the idea of seeing a therapist but knew Shoto only suggested it because he was concerned about your well-being and felt inadequate trying to help you alone.

You noticed that despite the ups and downs brought about by your condition, Shoto never treated you or your relationship any differently. Whether that was intentional or not was unknown, but you appreciated that he remained accepting and loving during your trichotillomania journey.

Izuku seemed aware of your emotional state, and the subtle cues you indicated through your body language. He also noticed you picking at your skin or plucking hair out of your head.

Being the type of person that he is, he begins to document your symptoms and conduct research, all of which he writes in a small notebook dedicated to you. When he believed he had enough information, he presented it to you. "I k-know it might be strange! B-but...if this is...w-what's bothering you, I...I w-want to...I will help you!" His inner hero wouldn't allow him to do anything else.

Despite All Might merchandise taking up at least 95% of his room, he designated it as your safe spot. He'd encourage you to sit on the bed and cradle your hands, asking you to let all your worries go and tell him what had been bothering you as of late. He sought to find a correlation between your emotions and your condition.

"J-just remember, you're...y-you're an amazing hero and or uh, you w-will be and I...I believe in you!" One of the methods of overcoming trichotillomania was to make the individual feel safe and help them recognize their worth. As such, he tried to incorporate positive affirmations whenever possible to help you.

"H-here, maybe this will help t-too," he gave you something of his that could act as a source of comfort and help you at least stop picking at your skin so much. This something happened to be his Air Force gloves that were normally used for his costume, and it was a sacrifice he was all too happy to make.

He was a constant source of inspiration for you, and the fact that he continued to help on your journey to recovery while remaining supportive and loving was something you appreciated and used as a motivator to overcome your condition once and for all.

[kaisers-house-of-desires]

Enemies to lovers with Ganondorf. Can be smutty or not, up to you. I’m just trying to cope with the f e e l i n g s for that man rn lol

Oh of course~!

Anything to supply my readers of our eternal King~

Title: By My Hands

Characters: Ganondorf x m!reader

Contains: enemies to lovers

Fandom: Legend of Zelda

Full request below the cut

All characters are 18+

MINORS, FEM ALIGNED, AGELESS/BLANK BLOGS DNI

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Time seemed to be non existent on the battlefield.

The sound of rain mixed with the cries of the armies around you, Hylian forces colliding with Bokoblin masses. While your army handled his lesser creatures, you took it upon yourself to fight the Demon King himself, a feat that the soldiers knew only you could manage.

Despite this solo battle, you held your ground well against the King. Ganondorf had thrown attack after attack, attempting to drain your stamina, but your skills would not allow it. You'd follow up with your own offensive measures, only to be equally blocked by the other. The battle took you and him further and further from the massive group, driving the two of you up a steady hill.

"Soldiers! Continue your battle!" You exclaimed back to your forces, yours and Ganondorf's swords clashing and almost drowning your voice out. "Leave the monster to me!"

With a shove of his blade, Ganondorf gave a chuckle as you fumbled back. "Monster? How rude, do you really view me as such?" His voice was teasing, and the smirk on his face didn't help. "Would you care to tell your soldiers the words you mentioned last time?"

"Sh-Shut up!" Upon swinging your sword upward, Ganondorf blocked your spontaneous attack. You refused to speak any further to the other, your swords once again in a contending battle.

What you refused to believe, however, was how the two of you felt like you were in a dance of death, a dance that couldn't have a single step go awry, for if one of you missed a single action, a single step, it would spell someone's end.

It was exhilarating, to say the least.

You almost let your thoughts get the better of you, a desire to put this demon in his place during this forbidden dance, but one step faltered.

And suddenly you saw a dark grey sky directly above you.

You weren't sure what exactly happened, but the almost concerned look from Ganondorf's face was...different. He was clutching onto your hand despite your wet skin and gloves. He gazed down at your confused face, panting softly as a result of the movements plus rush to save you. He did everything in his power to keep you from falling any further down this cliff.

Wait, cliff?

What you had assumed was merely a hill turned out to be a cliffside, and you two had practically waltzed your way to the edge, too invested in each other's gaze to notice where your surroundings.

And Ganondorf...saved you.

Hoisting you up with a grunt, you rolled back onto the wet, grassy terrain, facing the falling rain. Your sword was gone, but your shield remained strapped to your arm. You were now powerless against the Demon King.

"Why don't we attempt this battle again another time?" The voice startled you back to realtiy, your form scrambling to stand and prepare yourself. You prepped your shield, but Ganondorf didn't appear to prepare an attack, and any trace of the face he wore earlier was gone. "If anything is to kill you, I will kill you by my own hands and not leave you to a cowardly fate of cliffside suicide."

You were going to object, demand that you two settle it now, but the victorious cries of your army distracted you, tearing your attention toward them. You could see the bodies of the Bokoblins, lying motionless as soldiers started their way toward you, their minds on the idea of assisting you in your fight.

However, upon turning back(and mentally cursing yourself for being distracted while in front of such a powerful enemy), Ganandorf was gone, and in his place, a sheathed blade.

You hesitated, picking up the item and pulling the blade out a couple inches. Your blade was gone, that much you knew, but upon seeing the material of the weapon, you were stunned to realize this blade was that of the Demon King's himself, left as a replacement of the sword you lost.

With a sigh, you removed your own empty sheath, replacing it with the 'gifted' set you were left before meeting your soldiers halfway.

Next time you wouldn't let Ganondorf toy with you so easily.

Next time...you had some thoughts to work out.