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zhongrin · 1 year

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to be yours

◇ characters ◇ zhongli, al haitham, childe, ayato, thoma, kaeya, wanderer, diluc

◇ tags ◇ minors dni, fluff, collar, nothing explicit is happening but it's very suggestive, diluc is so soggy in this but i’m not sorry

◇ a/n ◇ "but rin didn't you already write something similar to this with zhongli?" sHUT UP. SHUSH. SILENCE. /j

𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ⬙ 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

when you called his name so excitedly and said that you had something to show him, he didn’t think he would see you with a collar…. and is that his initials?

… oh.

oh.

zhongli tries so very hard to be a gentleman, but you can feel the urgency, the impatience in the slight bite of his fingers against your skin as he pulls you into a searing kiss. the loud purrs rumbling from his throat a telltale sign that your majestic dragon is exceedingly happy at your little present… maybe a little too happy, judging from the hardness pressing against your thigh...

hmm.

yes, the cor lapis gem on it is a nice touch, indeed.

“ah- apologies, my dear. how ungentlemanly of me… but i simply must express how much adoration i have for you at this present time.”

childe has a silly grin on his lips as he admires the accessory with his fingers. his blue eyes are hooded when he finally meets your gaze and his chapped lips persistently attack yours, an invitation to a heated battle of dominance; one you wouldn’t certainly mind losing, but you know the way you fight against him will turn him on even more.

you suppose you can indulge him... for now.

let’s see how he fares when you bring out his collar with your initials.

“y-you-for me? fuck… o-of course i’ll put it on, baby…. but won’t you help me wear it? please?”

al haitham snorts and folds his arms in front of his delicious treat of a chest, one of his eyebrows cocking up in mock arrogance, a contrast to your sweet demeanor.

he wants you to explain your choice of accessory, he says - nay, demands. and yet not even a minute into your horribly awkward speech, it’s his fingers that hook onto the leather to drag you onto his lap, right on the edge of your shared bed. there’s a certain glint in his eyes, and only then it clicks to you. he’s in that kind of mood today, it seems.

oh dear. you might want to prepare yourself to call in sick tomorrow…

“oh no, continue with your explanation, don’t mind me. i am capable enough to multitask between listening to you and leaving more… direct and indisputable versions of my marks on you.”

ayato has to blink a few times to make sure it wasn’t his sleep-deprived brain causing hallucinations after working for nearly thirty-two hours straight.

but when it sinks on him that you’re actually wearing a collar, with the kamisato clan’s sigil and his initials embellished proudly on the high-quality material - just like a loyal puppy waiting for praise from their owner - it’s like he just woke up from the most satisfying power nap he’s ever had his whole life. you find yourself pinned onto his desk seconds later, your master cooing over how adorable you look in your new outfit and how you’ll look even more the part with all your clothes off and stuffed full of his cock.

“what a good pet. my good little pet…”

thoma erupts into a thomato billion shades of reds that complement his outfit.

his brain is short-circuiting. his tongue fumbles like a three years old trying to speak words. his hands are awkwardly hovering in the air as he tries to make sense of everything.

when he finally gets his wits back, he launches into his mother-hen mode. not exactly the result you wanted, but you can work with it. you have your precious boyfriend wrapped around your fingers after all.

“d-does it not hurt? it’s not too tight, right? if it’s hard for you to adjust the length, i can help you to- what?! no, no, you misunderstand- wait, no! i don’t mean that i didn’t want to put it on you, i just- arghh, s-stop teasing me!”

kaeya blinks once, twice, and the third time is accompanied by a sultry smirk spreading over his kissable lips. he chuckles, a deep vibration that sends shivers down your spine as he eyes you like a hungry panther scouting a potential feast.

before you know it he’s had you pinned against the wall of his office, and his fingers are teasingly rubbing your jaw and under your ear, his hot breath mingling with yours as his cologne overwhelmed your senses. a knee slides between your legs and rubs against your clothed crotch, and your lover eagerly swallows your yelp with a deep kiss that speaks volumes about what he plans to do with you.

“ah, perfect. a distraction from work. lord barbatos must have seen me toil over these boring paperwork and took pity on me by giving me such a nice present. all wrapped up so nicely with a name tag to match, too…”

wanderer stares at the initials in disbelief for a full ten seconds before glaring at you. scathing words leave his lips like a fully loaded revolver, but you’re made of the thickest steel and you’re more perceptive than most - well, at least when it comes to your beloved puppet lover - so you can see the indicative ways of his joy: the slight nervous shifts of his legs, the way he’s scratching his arm for grounding himself, and most of all, the way his eyes looked at anything but the said ‘vile object’…

he’s so silly, you think fondly.

guess it’s time to play the ‘which buttons to push to break his act’ game yet again.

“you’re so embarrassing. a fucking collar, really? what are you, some kind of a mutt? and with the initials of that stupid name you gave me? what, you wanna tell the world that you’re my pet or something? hah! why don’t you bark for me then? …. w-wha- s-stop barking, idiot! what is wrong with you?!”

diluc takes a full minute to fully understand. his brain is failing to connect the dots even though he’s literally staring at the accessory.

it’s only when you point out and explain it all to him that his breath hitches. redness as bright as his hair creeps onto his cheeks, and he has to cover the lower half of his face-

wait-

are those tears in his eyes?!

“it’s… nice? i suppose. i know you will look nice in whatever you wear, beloved. your sense of fashion is impeccable in my eyes, and i- hmm? ….. oh…….. OH. i-ahem-i see. i-ah-no! no, these aren’t- they’re just…. i’m sorry, dear- i just.... feel so…. so…. loved…”

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herofics · 9 months

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Stressed and tired, with Geto and Gojo comfort

I was considering writing smut, but I ended up deciding against it and just doing some fluff. I really wanted to write some GetoxreaderxGojo and this seemed like a good idea. It's in a situation where Geto never went rogue, and they're around 28 years old, so about where the anime started. I just needed some comfort I guess, I’m tired and sleep deprived so I apologize if this is a bit of a ramble. I’m gonna tag the things in this AU something like “good Geto AU”, because there’s probably gonna be more. Also feel free to send more JJK requests if you have ideas :D

“Baby, you need to get some rest. Come on, we’re going to sleep too” Gojo sighed.

“I can’t yet, I need to finish writing this” you muttered, staring at your laptop intensely.

“Alright, we’re taking drastic action” Geto groaned while pinching the bridge of his nose and shaking his head, before grabbing your laptop, clicking on something on the screen and closing it.

“I really hope that was you saving my work” you glared at him.

“It was” Geto said, placing the laptop on the coffee table. “Satoru isn’t right very often, but he is about this. You need some sleep”

“Hey! I’m always right” Gojo argued.

You snickered tiredly, while Geto rolled his eyes at him, before offering his hand to you and pulling you up from the couch. You wobbled a bit while you were standing, so Gojo picked you up and started carrying you to the bedroom bridal style, with Geto following on his heels.

“I can walk on my own” you protested, but just leaned your head against his chest and closed your eyes.

You were really tired, it’s not like you didn’t know that, but you had work to do. Your resolve melted away quite quickly as you snuggled against Gojo’s chest. You just couldn’t be bothered to resist your boyfriends. They meant well and just wanted to take care of you, so who were you to deny them that.

“To bed we go” Gojo said and kissed the top of your head.

Gojo set you on the bed, and pulled off your jeans and socks, as you tiredly struggled to get your hoodie off.

“Can you help me? I’ve got no strength left” your voice was muffled by the hoodie since your head was inside of it.

“Are you ready to admit you need sleep?” you heard Geto’s voice say.

“Yes” you said reluctantly from inside the hoodie.

“Good” Geto said with a self-satisfied smirk as he pulled the hoodie off you.

“Thank you” you yawned.

You wiggled to the end of the bed where the pillows were and buried your head in the pillow you liked to sleep on, as the two men climbed into bed on both sides of you.

Gojo wrapped his arms around you just under your chest from behind you and snuggled his face into your hair. Geto wrapped his arms around your waist and buried his face to your chest. While you felt very safe and loved, you were also very warm. You didn’t mind though, it was nice to have them so close. At least you knew they were at home and safe, and not on some mission getting themselves hurt.

For some reason, all the times they’d come home hurt and all the times you’d had to wake them up from nightmares came rushing back to your mind. You just wanted to go to sleep, you didn’t need to start crying right now. Apparently that wasn’t for you to decide though, because you started sniffling and you couldn’t hold back the tears anymore. The reaction was probably caused by the fact that you were so very stressed and tired, and just couldn’t hold it in anymore.

“What’s wrong love?” Geto asked, raising his head from your chest and creating a bit of distance between you and him so he could look you in the eyes.

“What’s got you so upset baby?” Gojo asked softly.

“I need to sleep, I’m just tired” you tried to bury your face in your pillow.

“You don’t need to lie to us” Geto said and placed a hand on your cheek, to stop you from crying into the pillow.

“Yeah, we’re here for you” Gojo chimed in.

“I know, I know, I just don’t feel like talking about it, it’s not something you can change anyway” you sniffled.

It’s not like the two of the strongest sorcerers could just quit. They were needed, and they did so much good, you just wished they wouldn’t have to risk their lives doing it.

Geto and Gojo looked at each other for a while. Neither of them wanted to push you, especially since you were already exhausted, but they would have liked to know what had made you so upset.

“When you’re ready to talk about it, just come to us, okay?” Geto said with an assurring smile, brushing his thumb over your cheek, and pressing a kiss on your forehead.

“Yeah, I’m sure we can figure something out together” Gojo muttered against your neck, before peppering a few kisses on your neck and shoulder.

“I love you both so much” you sniffled.

“I love you too (Name)” Geto smiled softly.

“Aren’t you forgetting about someone, Su-gu-ru?” you could hear that annoying smirk in Gojo’s voice and in the way he said Geto’s name.

“And I love you as well, Satoru” Geto sighed and hung his head, but you could see his lips draw into a small smile.

“I love you both too” Gojo laughed, before reaching his arms over you and pulling Geto closer so you were pinned between them, while he embraced you both.

You felt better. Your worries hadn’t exactly eased, but for now you were only feeling warm and so very loved. You could at least sleep a bit easier tonight, knowing the two people you loved were both there with you.

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riseofamoonycake · 11 months

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Sooo, I had to. Yes, it was selfcare. Yes, I love it. And it is all for you.

NSFW ALPHABET - RUDRA

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Rudra is the perfect partner for the aftercare, trust my words: he immediately takes you in his arms and cuddles you a lot, asking if everything is okay, if he went too hard and hurt you somehow, if you are fine. He makes you lay on the mattress and covers you with a lot of blankets, then hugs you tightly, strokes the hair and cheeks and cradles you. Also, no angle of your face remains deprived of his lips, he would consume you by the tons of kisses he gives you. He spoils you a lot and loves to do so. If it is still night, he sings a lullaby for you or tells you funny bedtime stories; if it is morning, he cooks breakfast for you and brings it to bed, so you haven’t to do anything. Lay everything to him, he can do it!

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His eyes for sure, and his shoulders too. The blush that makes you crimson every time your eyes meet his and they refuse to let you go, and when you run a finger along the edge of them, admired by their length and the tattoos that finish them… yes, he melts without reserve; not to mention when your hands grip around his shoulders and feel them, and you giggle softly as you feel his muscles twitch with your every touch.

He loves your hair terribly. The way it moves with your every movement like sea waves and spreads around you when you sleep, like a crown, literally drives him crazy, even more so when you are on top of him and your locks cover his face like a curtain, and he feels so protected; he doesn’t need protection, but it feels wonderful. He would gladly spend his entire existence stroking, brushing and burying his nose in it, kissing every lock, wave, curl. Oh, and he loves your hips, because when he strokes you here you gasp and start moaning adorably, so it is an invitation for him to tease you more and more.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He doesn’t have any kind of preference in this case, it is all up to you: if you want him to come inside you he does, otherwise he finds another solution. He is so excitable and sensitive that he cums quickly and even abundantly, but fear not, he is immediately ready to spring back into action to make you dream again and again!

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He likes a lot morning sex, really, he can’t help but feel so aroused when the daylight comes and he wakes up just to find you asleep yet, your breath so tranquil and deep, the body abandoned to the dreams, the skin brightening when touched by the first rays of sun and your expression so tender. In these moments he can’t control himself, he has to kiss you all over your face and hug you tightly, press you to his chest and welcome you to the sweetest awakening you have ever imagined. Then, his fingers become wilder and his kisses more passionate and deep, he is needy and he shows it. Prepare yourself to be taken again and again, I can say without doubt that you two make love more in the morning than during the night.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Rudra has had various experiences: in his wanderings he has lived with both humans and deities and has never missed important adventures, whether short or long. He has learned a lot from them, so be prepared to be worshiped and pampered from start to finish, in every way he knows how. He is a soft dom, ask him what you want and he will give it to you: if you want energetic love making bordering on rough, you will get it; if you just want cuddles, all you have to do is say so; if you are kinky, he will give yourself all the perversions you want. The only thing that matters is the pleasure, intimacy and affection that are created with every caress and look, and they certainly won’t miss.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

The position of the Tiger (you lying on your back and him on top, during the sexual act you bend your legs and keep your knees raised leaning them against his body), taken from the Kamasutra. In addition to granting intense sensations, Rudra can lean forward to be as attached to you as possible, hold you tightly and whisper the sweetest words to you while caressing your breasts and neck, amplifying the pleasure in an absurd way. In general, however, all the positions that allow you two to have very strong physical and eye contact are a must with him, because in the end neither of you can help but want to feel the other’s skin rubbing against your own, it is a primary need.

G = Goofy (are they more in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Rudra is not a jester like Shiva, however if he sees you tense and agitated he cracks a joke to make you laugh and calm you down, all while slowly stroking your hair, your cheeks, nape and back, relaxing you. However, one thing that is never missing is his warm and beautiful smile; this most of all will put you at ease, because you can’t resist his sweet expressions, especially when you see all the love that fills his eyes. He is totally gone for you and you can’t help but feel the same.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

They match, deep black hair for our angel! Rudra is well groomed, yes, but to be honest he has little hair in those areas; for the rest he is a fanatic of hygiene, he cares a lot about his own cleanliness and that of others and does not allow anyone to look bad.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Literally a puppy. The sweetest and kindest god you can find. He is embarrassingly romantic: he takes you up a hill, with a breathtaking view of the nature around you, and there he sets everything up for a romantic and very intimate picnic, where you two talk and laugh a lot, lying on the grass and in a sea of flowers. Then, at a certain point his hands squeeze you more strongly and begin to caress you everywhere, his face gets closer and at the slightest caress you give him on his cheeks he goes wild, starting to devour you with kisses while you laugh and writhe under his fingers that roam everywhere. Your clothes don’t stay on you for long, because soon he jumps on top of you and gently slips them off, careful not to let go of your mouth and keep your tongues dancing. What follows next is an endless circle of cuddles, sighs, caresses and the sweetest yet most sensual sex you have ever had.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Rudra really likes it, but only if you make it to him. The way your deft fingers dance all over his member, torturing it from tip to base, and how you squeeze it genuinely drives him crazy, not to mention the sadistic grin with which you enjoy the whole situation; so in those moments the god abandons himself on the mattress, supporting himself on his elbows so as not to miss your every action, and begins to moan and squirm, sweating copiously while the rhythm of his breathing quickens and his fiber is put to the test. The more you torment and stimulate him the more he thanks you, it is a hell that he gladly accepts.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

In conjunction with the propensity for morning sex, Rudra has a strong sleep kink. All it takes is the vision of your sleeping body, and the blood starts to boil and he doesn’t understand anything anymore. Before doing anything he will talk to you about the matter; and if you give him permission, then be prepared to fall into all sorts of erotic dreams, because he will stimulate you so much that your mind will translate everything into dreams. So, it will happen that you will wake up terribly needy because he is eating you out, or out of breath because he has been penetrating you deeply for whole minutes, or completely naked and with your chest attacked by his teeth and tongue; but none of this will displease you.

Let’s not forget the nipple play: Rudra is a boob person, his hobby is undoing shirts and bodices or lifting shirts to enjoy your breasts and make you sigh and tremble just by stroking and massaging your turgid nipples, then closing your lips around one of these and start licking and sucking it. Prepare to succumb under his four hands, once he starts he doesn’t stop in a short time. You have been warned.

L = Location (favorite to do the do)

A high place, such as a mountain peak or a promontory above the sea. No matter how many cities and splendid palaces he has seen, in the end his true home is open nature (compatibly with Hindu mythology which sees him associated with animals), so here he can relax completely and be able to give the best of himself. It is not necessary to do it on the grass: even a sheltered place is enough, like a cabin or a small house immersed in the forest or on the slopes of a mountain, and he is happy and ready to make you so too. There is only silence around you, the scent of wood and flowers is intense, no one can disturb you and there are only you two, ready to dedicate yourselves to each other: what more do you want?

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Sensitive as he is, any touch could excite this gentle god; but never as much as the caresses and kisses along the scar on his face. In that case you feel him stiffen completely and clench his fists because the hottest sensations are invading him, to then close his eyes and wait for how things go on: if you decide to insist and, moreover, you start kissing and biting his neck too, another point very sensitive for him, or massaging his shoulders or chest, expect to find yourself pressed to the ground in no time, gripped by all four of his hands, devoured by his feline eyes and hungry mouth. Very well, now he is needy and you have to deal with his hornyness, try not to faint in the process!

Also, being the God of Storms, his libido will probably skyrocket whenever there is a storm or rain pouring heavily on the roof of your house: he instinctively hugs you in a protective way, if he sees you scared for the thunders, then he cradles you by talking softly into your ear, calling you with tender pet names (names of felines, his favorite animals: little lynx, little tiger and so on), and then starts kissing you, keeping your mind busy dedicating himself to your warm body always ready to wrap him, so soft and yielding under his fingers…

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Rudra hates people who are too vulgar, who can’t hold their tongue and make others uncomfortable with how rude and inappropriate they are. So, yes for dirty talking and a more stringent language between you, but he sets limits when he is not in private. Your tongue could lead to various quarrels between you and, in his case, to extinguish any kind of interest in you, until one of the two breaks the relationship because neither of you is willing to give in, and there is hardly any possibility of return.

Among the things that he will certainly never do to you is knife play: since he is not very familiar with blades, be they knives or even small scissors, he does not feel sure he can control the situation and therefore the fear of hurting you and make you bleed would be so high that it would shake all over the body and really end up opening some wound. Do you want to feel pain? Well, his teeth and nails will give you all you want, but please, don’t ask him to play with blades on your body.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Rudra loves both and has no preferences; however he is very, very good at oral. He really loves you as soon as he puts his lips and tongue against your intimacy: his hands blocking your thighs and hips to keep you still; the mouth that covers your genitals with kisses, and then his tongue that dances, touching, poking, teasing, licking; the lips that close around your hottest spots, and meanwhile his eyes that don’t leave yours, following every tear of pleasure that slides down your cheek and catching fire under your gaze; the teeth sinking in and biting or scraping gently, making you wince and elicit a little scream. The God of Storms? Naahhh, in my opinion it is better to say the God of Oral, so great and remarkable are his abilities.

As I said before, however, he also loves receiving: and don’t be afraid to be too wild with him, if you grab his cock and start biting it he won’t reply but will only enjoy, and the same if you want to be nicer. The choice is yours, in any case he would do nothing but lay on the ground or on the blankets and emit all kinds of verses in such a funny and cute voice, writhing and shaking so much that it is natural for you to continue with your work, if that is what you give them. The tip is really sensitive, linger on that and you could knock him out in no time.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Rudra prefers a middle ground: not too slow but not a mad run either, the ideal is an energetic pace that is not difficult to follow and which at the same time stimulates the whole body, so that the sensations are multiple and the pleasure is strong on both sides. At some point, however, a more sadistic side may also step in, or he is simply very needy and aroused to feel your walls around his penis, and then things heat up and you find yourself pressed hard against the mattress with two of his hands gripping your head or digging into your hips, so you feel like you have a bull between your legs, one that is also bent on depleting your vocal cords. But don’t worry, even in this case he will never hurt you, if or as soon as he realizes that you are in even the slightest pain, he slows down without problems. You couldn’t be in better hands: and there are four of them, so best wishes to escape him, he won’t let you go anywhere.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Rudra is not the quickie type, simply because it is not enough for him: he wants to take all his time to take every part of you and make it his own, so a quickie is not the solution that best suits him. If you ask him and insist, he will hardly accept; and if he does, it will be grudgingly and because you somehow managed to convince him. If you then leave and he still wants you, his frowning gaze will follow you everywhere and for the rest of the day he will be nervous, at least until you return, when you will have to deal with what you left unfinished... oh my, a big storm is coming to get you! Run for your life if you can (you can’t)!

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Let me be honest, I think that Rudra will gladly take them, but it is up to you: if you feel like experimenting and trying something extreme he will satisfy you, otherwise that is fine, nothing changes between you. If you accept, he will follow you step by step so that you are comfortable with them, but let him know if you change your mind or something is wrong, he always has time to stop. So be clear and open with him, and tell him everything you want, whether or not you feel like accepting what is being offered to you.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

This big boy has a lot of strength, you better prepare to be destroyed by his ardor, because although gentle and attentive as long as you want, Rudra is almost insatiable and once he has you in his arms you are his prisoner for a long time. As mentioned above, being very sensitive, the rounds are perhaps not very long - even if the duration of each of them is enough to deprive you of a lot of energy - but they are many, truly innumerable: a love making session in which you lose your head and also the sensitivity in every part of you, short pause, and then the sweetest torment you have ever felt begins again, and so on for an almost infinite number of rounds. Every time you touch the threshold of fainting, and every time Rudra will stop before you can cross it, perhaps giving you a good spank or squeezing your nipples hard; catch your breath quickly, and say yes to heaven, you have to start again!

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Surprisingly, he has many, all presents or left as gifts from his adventures: for example, he has vibrators or dildos of all kinds, which come from all over the world and which he knows how to use very well, OBVIOUSLY on you because he doesn’t want to be touched by it (but who knows, maybe you can even convince him…). He rarely uses them because the best tool for your pleasure is his own body, but if you ask him to practice on you with them he won’t back down and indeed, it could be a way to further test your skills. Let’s see how long you can last this time.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Usually Rudra is not unfair, on the contrary, it is more probable that it is you who teases him (even if he willingly accepts it and, indeed, he likes being tortured by you). However, if you cross the line or have behaved in a way that he thinks is particularly unfair or wrong towards him, well… the things change a little, and some small, harmless torment falls on your tender flesh: from playing with your intimacy to the point of making you so excited that you pray for his cock, which he won’t give you because you don’t deserve it, to angrily biting all your most sensitive parts without you being able to stop him, to tying you to the bed and bandaging your mouth, to then fill your holes with vibrators that he will operate remotely once he sits on the edge, watching you for hours as you writhe, moan louder and louder and beg for a mercy that you have to earn hard.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

The God of Storms is not as loud as you, but he can hardly keep his voice: therefore his mouth escapes deep and long moans and gasps that intertwine with yours, as well as sighs and, sometimes, low gurgles. As the session gets more heated his voice rises in pitch and the words that come out of him are all praise for you, how beautiful you are, perfect and his, all his, doubling the sensations and the thrills; I mean, he might just make you cum with his voice. Fun fact: sometimes he starts speaking in other languages, simple words or phrases that he has learned during his wanderings and for which he blushes deeply, if you ask him the meaning.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Before the love making, Rudra includes a massage session. He knows where to intervene to stretch, relax, loosen and touch so that every stiffness and tension does not resist his fingers, all without making you feel any pain but, on the contrary, giving you a preparatory pleasure for what is to come afterwards. From head to feet (if you can hold it), every corner of you will know the blessing of his cuddles, and it is not uncommon for you to fall asleep while he is rubbing your back and shoulders.

In the same way, if you want to return the favor and give him a massage, he will be happy about it: if you already know how to do it, he will make himself comfortable to receive all your attention, and he won’t fail to respond adequately to the stimuli (remember that being very sensitive he may not last long, especially in certain areas such as shoulders and feet), while if you don’t know how to do it but want to learn, he will teach you calmly and patiently, so as not to cause pain and worse.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Heh heh, as well as Shiva, he has a double pack! And he knows how to use them very well. The first thing that amazes you about the two penises is that they are really, really big, almost disproportionate, wider than long and slightly curved upwards. The lower one is a little smaller than the upper one and has veins on the tip, while the other is perfectly smooth, but the tip is more enlarged.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Rudra has an excellent sex drive, even if sex is not among his very first thoughts his desire is still high and he is easily excitable. It doesn’t take much, even just a slow and well-aimed caress or the thought of you and your beautiful smile, of the way you close your eyes and how they sparkle every time they see him, to turn him on; you don’t help him, on the contrary, because with your way of being so sweet and at the same time provocative you make him so crazy about you, literally your love slave to whom you can do (almost) everything, always questioning who is the top and who is the bottom between the two. Practically by your side you have a puppy and at the same time an indomitable feline.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Rudra almost never sleeps, he doesn’t need it until after long periods of time: so he will spend the rest of the night watching you sleep, combing your hair, kissing every inch of skin lightly and giving vent to his sleep kink, without never take your eyes off your face and the serenity with which you sleep. “I love you”, whispers into your ear, licking your lobe and caressing your belly as it prepares to descend towards your intimacy, “I madly love you, my beloved lynx, my great love. You are mine, but I am all yours.”

And then the night flies for him and you, bringing new sweetnesses and caresses.

#record of ragnarok #shuumatsu no valkyrie #ror #record of ragnarok x reader #ror x reader #snv #snv rudra #rudra record of ragnarok #rudra ror #shuumatsu no valkyrie rudra #rudra x reader

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sebsxphia · 1 year

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sickness.

rhett abbott x reader.

￫ description: rhett comes to your aid in the middle of the night to ease your sickness.

￫ c/w: drug and alcohol use, recovery, swearing, crying, kissing, sobriety and one mention of the word “cocaine.”

￫ a/n: as i go through recovery, i’ve found it comforting to myself to write these pieces. due to my long time drug use, when i get colds, they stick forever. i’ve just gotten over, hopefully, the last bad one i’ll have for a while. this was born in the midst to comfort myself. i hope it brings any level of comfort to all who read! <3 my ‘sobriety’ masterlist can be found here! my main masterlist can be found here! 💌

“The feeling of having shared in a common peril is one element in the powerful cement which binds us.”

- Alcoholics Anonymous by William D. Silkworth, M.D. & Bill W.

“Stupid fuckin’ nose, with a stupid fuckin’ cold, can’t even—” You let out a grunt of hushed frustration as you rifled through the medicine cabinet above the bathroom sink. The overhead light that was attached to the mirror cabinet above was dull, but it still managed to sting at your sleep deprived eyes. “—for fuck’s sake,” you grumbled again, louder this time, in defeat for not finding the nose spray you so desperately needed right now.

You heard the creak of the bed frame behind you and then followed by bare padded footsteps trailing after one another. A naked Rhett stood in the doorway to your en-suite with his arms wrapped around his torso, in an attempt to incubate some of the heat he’d left behind from your bed.

“Darlin’, what’s gon’ on?” His voice was laced thick with sleep and confusion, and his Southern drawl appearing deeper at three in the morning.

“Shit, sorry, baby. Did I wake you?” You turned to Rhett with a sympathetic look at the dishevelled cowboy. Rhett’s bleary eyes squinted back at you and blinked away the sleep.

“What’d ya’ need, baby?” He asked again.

“That nose spray I had, couple of months ago, I can’t find it. My fuckin’ sinuses are blockin’ up again. Hurts too.” You mumbled wearily, the throbbing ache along your cheeks and forehead not dulling any less with time.

“C’ ere.” Rhett linked a guiding hand into yours and drew you back to bed. He would be damned if you were caught out of bed for a moment longer and catching a further chill. “Let me check.”

You slumped back under the duvet in defeat and watched from the side as Rhett moved through the medicine cabinet himself, pulling away bottles and small boxes to try and find the elixir that would soothe you. He hummed and poked his head out from the door, “nothin’. Do y’ want some painkillers for now? We can get some ‘morrow?”

You nodded and Rhett pulled the packet of painkillers from the medicine cabinet. He grabbed your glass from your bedside table that was already dried up with your throat feeling parched and scratchy during the night. You heard the faucet gently running and then Rhett was next to you, painkillers in his open palm and handing you the glass.

“Hate this,” you mumbled as you sank back one pill and a sip of water. “My fuckin’ fault. I get clean ‘nd still get ill, because I did this to myself.” You sighed with exhaustion as you swallowed back the second pill and water in unison.

You were sober. You felt good. You could feel your brain re-wiring something anew. Neurotransmitters that weren’t reliant on a little bit of powder at the bottom of a bin liner. However, gnawing away in the pit of your stomach was the ever growing guilt that physically, your body inside was on the brink of collapsing. Internal corrosion that would take years to fix—

“No.”

“What?” You blinked back at Rhett as he drew you out of your endless stream of thoughts.

“No. No, I won’t let you say that.”

“Say what?” Your brows furrowed in confusion as you watched Rhett squat down by your knees at the edge of the bed.

“That it’s your fault. What d’ they say? The first thing?” He took both your hands in his larger ones and squeezed at them gently to encourage you.

You grimaced ever so slightly. You already knew what Rhett was getting at. What point he wanted you to prove. But admittance to yourself struck a cord deep inside of you that hurt more than any gruelling week long come down, or your nose feeling as though it had been burned by a hot stove.

“We admitted we were powerless over cocaine—”

You mumbled the first half and Rhett joined in with you in unison to finish the statement.

“—that our lives had become unmanageable.” Rhett paused at noticing how your eyes crinkled tightly together in the corners and how you squeezed them shut tight. It was in an effort to hold back the tears that stung at your waterline.

“That. That right there, darlin’. You were powerless and this wasn’t your fault, never was. You couldn’t keep livin’ the way you were.”

You couldn’t speak. You were powerless.

Your eyes peeled back open at Rhett and you let out a stuttered gasp of air when a small sob broke through your chest. You finally felt the roll of a damp tear stream down your cheek, but Rhett was quick to bring up his thumb and wipe it away, like he always did. Hand still in his hand, he took it to his lips and pressed a gentle kiss to your knuckle.

“I’ll always, be here to take care of you, m’ love.”

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zoomzooml · 2 years

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Transformers: Cheesy Fan Continuity

Prologue

Not much happened here, it's just an introduction, as prologues tend to be haha

To the point. This is probably my first comic project that I took seriously enough to write a script. I know it's not very good yet, but I'm happy with it (although some parts seem... stiff? You can let me know if you have similar feelings). The script for the next volume (?) is already largely written and by my estimation will be about 20 pages long. And due to the fact that I have started to get properly acquainted with my drawing program in terms of creating a comic, it will most likely be better drawn too :D (I hope...)

But if you see something in this comic that I could improve (something that makes it hard to read, hurts the eyes, etc) let me know! I'll be happy to read it so my next comic can be better :]

Gimmie feedback

also

English is not my native language so I apologize for any translation errors. I do my best to avoid them, but due to the fact that I am a sleep deprived human disaster, they can still occur. Sorry!

In the next comic, Bumblebee meets the local :]

#(It was stiff but I'm nervous publishing it and don't know what to write HJBDCHJSBZHBHJKZBCKUZJCFEUSDJVLZBK)#literally holding my breath lol #Cheesy Fan Continuity #cheesy au #Transformers Cheesy Fan Continuity #TFCheesy #Prologue #Bumblebee #my art #comic #it will be embarrassing but not unexpected if it flops #last page is definitely my fave

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chewyjellycable · 6 months

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[Cappu-or-Treat - CW: None]

"Trick-or-treat!" Rang the excited crowd outside of the prosecutor's door.

The sound of cheerful kids and adults out and about nearly made Cappuccino slam his head into the wall next to him. This was one of his only vacation days, yet he was spending it handing out cheap candy to people in shoddy costumes bought at the last minute. Heading to the door of his rental home, he'd grab the bowl he left on a small stand- accidentally knocking over a couple of empty cappuccino cups- and open the door.

Immediately, he was met with shrill cheers from a crowd of kids that made his head hurt worse than staying up this late already did. "Yea, yea- take your candy guys!" Though bitter, he'd still try to at least force a playful form of disdain, even if it was laced with too much of the real thing. "Happy Halloween, guys! Stay out of trouble, or I'll prosecute you personally!" This fact was only half-true. At this point, Cappu feels like he could sue for emotional distress against this entire holiday. Ugh… he does not want to think about all the hoops he'd have to jump through to sue a recognized holiday.

Closing the door behind him, Cappuccino wouldn't even make it halfway across the room before getting another knock at his door. It took nearly all the strength the prosecutor had in him not to just keep walking and ignore the knocking. Though, if he did, there would just be more knocks and more annoyances. And if the parents were stupid enough, Cappu himself would be taken to court for 'unfair treatment' in handing out candy. People these days will cause legal trouble for any reason imaginable. Turning back around and opening the door with a forced smile, the people on the other side of the door would strike fear into Cappuccino. A nearly perfect trio of costumes- a highly customized card set. Queen of hearts, king of clubs, ace of spades…

Langue de Chat… being the Ace with a Jack of Diamonds in their headpiece... with their parents. "Trick-or-treat!" The three of them would chime together. "Oh, right, uh-" Cappuccino reached over and grabbed the bowl he forgot he left back where it usually was. He was absolutely not presentable. Hair greasy and knotted, attire a far cry from what he'd wear in court. Hell, he wasn't even in costume! For someone who didn't really care much about this holiday, being presented like this in front of people so important made him entirely conscious of his lack of Halloween appeal.

And yet here Langue was, probably in a costume made by their family to match the three of them. They probably got to pick the theme and materials and everything… Slept so well at night knowing how well the costume would turn out. They likely even got to pick the best area to go trick-or-treating in, getting as much candy as-… Wait. Cappuccino would wind up staring Langue in the eyes as he handed out candy. "You know this is one of the worst places to go trick-or-treating at, right…? Most people around here can barely pay their rent." Unknowingly, he handed out a second piece to Langue… or was that on purpose?

"I know that! You think I didn't research into what places gave out the most candy before we came out here?" Langue would laugh, embarrassing the prosecutor more than his appearance being seen by their parents did. "I chose to come out here to see you. Once we're done trick-or-treating, I was hoping to spend some time with you…" Even while he looks like this? "I know it's sudden, and I had to beg my parents to let me stay so late, but… it's Halloween! I'm staying up late anyways, so may as well make the most of it, huh?" May as well… ha. This defense attorney doesn't know the meaning of 'staying up late' if they seem so happy about it. Even so, with a wobbly smile, the sleep-deprived mess would wind up agreeing.

"I'll clean my place up for you. I mean, it's-" Cappu glanced between the parents that stood behind Langue- "It's already fairly clean, I just need to put away some documents and do a little dusting! I'll, uh. I'll see you later, right?" "Yes! It should be in… about two hours? Trick-or-treating for this area only lasts three hours." That long? Cappuccino didn't want to deal with kids for two whole hours… But if he was to be rewarded with time with Langue de Chat of all people, how could he refuse a challenge like that? Maybe he'll be able to scrounge together a costume in that amount of time, too. "Oh, right, I also need to give you this." The prosecutor perked up, watching as Langue ever so delicately plucked the jack of diamonds from out of their hair and handed it over to him. "We were planning on having one of my cousins trick-or-treat with us, but they got too busy, so… Tomorrow, if you'd like, you can come with us to the other place we plan on going for candy collection. We'll have your costume set up and everything." "Oh! I- sure!" Cappuccino would flush at the offer, taking the card in hand and failing to hide how flattered he was at the offer. He cleared his throat, trying to keep his cool prosecutor demeanor to prevent himself from looking more like an embarrassment in front of the guardians in front of him. It was already too late, but he could at least try to clean up some of the mess. "We can discuss this more once you're done trick-or-treating. I don't want to hold you guys up for too long."

It was surprisingly easy to get the three to move along with that sentiment. The prosecutor would sigh and turn back, closing the door and looking to the card in his hand. Should he laminate this? This felt much more special than he was making it out to be, but… Having not celebrated Halloween for years, and finally being able to with someone so important to him… No, yeah, this is going in lamination. A little 'thunk' was enough to snap the prosecutor from his thoughts. Another cappuccino cup had fallen from somewhere. It was at this moment that Cappu realized that he REALLY needed to clean the place up. He needed to clean himself up, too. As much of a chore as it would be… this place should at least look livable for visitors. Especially if that visitor is Langue de Chat. Well… Cappuccino took a deep breath, setting the candy bowl down and turning off the porch light. Time to get to a different kind of work.

#chewy write #cappuccino cookie #langue de chat cookie #cr #cookie run #cookie run ovenbreak #crob #happy halloween #hello and welcome to a late halloween writing because I wanted to make something but I couldn't get the motivation until today #capchat #if you squint

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dvskf4llz · 12 days

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Hellooo!! I've just recently seen your works and I absolutely LOVED the way you write!!!

Could I perhaps request a rendog x gn!reader (first pov would be okay w me :D) where the reader has a hard time opening up to people so they really struggle with giving their honest feelings about stuff

The hermit would be constantly asking them favors n all and they just get reaaaaallyyy overwhelmed with all of it, Ren notices this and immediately confronts the hermits about it with the reader. The hermits then lower the amount of favors they ask of the reader

And in the end Ren is proud of the reader and ends the day with giving them cuddles and kisses!!

(I'd like to be ☁️ anon if you don't mind)

Remember, always take care of yourself!!! Your not obligated to write stuff and get it out as fast as you can if you're not doing well!! Health comes first <3

Ofc!!! I'll be calling you cloudy from now on!!!

I'm proud of you.

𝓡𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓸𝓰 𝔁 𝓖𝓝!𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭ader

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Summary: In where the Reader struggles to struggles to speak up for themselves, their lover - Ren notices and decides to help them out

Type: Fluffy, romantic oneshot. 2nd POV

Warnings ⚠: nothing rlly just fluffy stuff ^_^

Proofread: nerp

my god I need to get a better posting schedule 😭😭 I deprive yall of posts way too much 😥

I made this during when I was half asleep so ignore how short it is and some mistakes

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You had problems with standing up for yourself and being honest with people since you were just a child, you tried your best to overcome it, but it was no use.

Ever since you joined Hermitcraft and becoming close with the Hermits, they would ask you favors constantly, you always had a hard time saying no. You would always do their favors, even if it would end up putting you in danger from time to time, you really couldn't say no.

For a whole week, you were doing favors for different Hermits with no break at all. You didn't have time to fix up your base a little and organize it, you wanted to add some stuff to your base but you barely had any time.

At the end of the week, you had came back home, tired as ever. You were absolutely just ready to pass out right then and there, of course you didn't though because you'd rather not fall on the floor. As you walked inside while closing the door behind you, Ren would be watching you stumbling across the room. He was very concerned for you, wondering why you seemed so tired as you flopped onto the couch.

Ren would step away from where he was originally standing and heads over to where you were, his figure looming your limp figure. You were awake, just too tired to move. Ren would stare at you for a few seconds before speaking up

"What's gotten you so tired?" Ren asked curiously

"Constant favors from the Hermits." You replied back with a muffled voice, your face having buried in one of the couch's pillows. You were too tired to even turn around to speak to Ren currently, you'd just have to hope he heard you. Ren stared at you for a few more moments worriedly before lifting you up in his arms

"You're going to hurt your back y'know." Ren said as he carried you to your guys' shared room, seemingly having no struggle to carry you

"I know, that's why you're here to carry me." You responded back teasingly, weakly chuckling as you cuddled up into Ren's arms. Ren would sign and roll his eyes playfully before opening the door to the bedroom, walking in and setting you down on the bed.

He then headed over to the closet and grabbed the most comfiest pajamas you owned and handed it for you to change in, since he was respectful he turned around as you changed. If you thought it was fine, he still refused to look at you. He respected you too much. When you were done, he had no hesitation to lay down next to you and start giving you soo many cuddles while you fall asleep in his arms. Eventually, he ended up sleeping too while feeling proud of himself for getting you to sleep.

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Next day came around, and to no surprise Hermits asked you even more favors. You had barely any time to yourself at this point, you could absolutely just not take a break. You seriously just wanted to spend time with Ren, not looking for some dripstone. But you didn't complain, you just kept going because they were your friends. Ren on the other hand, also missed you and wanted to help you out a bit.

So when you finally got just a few minutes for a break, Ren gathered the Hermits up and "kindly" told them lower how many favors they ask you everyday (in reality he just spoke to them passive-aggressively and maybe threw in some threats, nothing too bad). The Hermits agreed and everything was okay now, so Ren headed back to where you had been and told you to get some more rest.

You were definitely confused as to why the Hermits hadn't been asking you a lot of favors after that, you did not know of anything at all. Eventually, you would find out from a certain hermit accidentally telling you what Ren did which lead you to asking him about it.

Once you do ask your lover about it, all Ren would just say is: "Oh yeah, I helped you out a bit and got the Hermits to ask less favors from you." as he cooks you guys a meal. You were thankful and extremely relieved, but it did feel a bit odd for you since you had gotten used to doing multiple favors. It was definitely gonna be a bit hard to adjust back to just relaxing, but at least Ren's there to help you.

By the time Ren finishes cooking and you two start eating, you'd finally be able to just have a nice conversation with your beloved for once. It felt quite nice to have quality time with loved ones, especially with the man you loved oh so dearly. When one of you would ramble about stuff, the other would just simply listen happily.

When the two of you were done eating, you two cleaned up everything and agreed to go straight to bed. Why? For cuddles of course! Ren's cuddles and hugs were just always the best really, they always made you safe and warm. Plus, his forehead kisses would just absolutely make you melt.

So when the two of you got in bed, Ren did not hesitate to pull you close and start cuddling you. He'd be peppering your face with kisses, he just missed you so much. You had to gently push him away to stop him before you practically turn into a puddle, Ren would just laugh about it for a while before continuing to cuddle you in silence.

At some point, Ren would break the silence as he had something to say to you

"You know, I don't say this often but.. I'm really proud of you, sweetie. You've dove a great job." Ren whispered to you, giving your cheek a kiss before laying his chin ontop of your head. You had paused for a moment, a sense of warmness and comfort came to you as you heard the words 'I'm really proud of you'. You were certainly not used to having people say those kinds of stuff, it almost made you cry a bit(ignore this part if you don't cry when it comes to moments like these.). Ren had to wipe the tears away from your eyes to prevent you from crying, now who would want their sweet love to be crying?

Ren would add in a little joke just to make you smile before you drifted off to sleep, and eventually, him falling asleep aswell. The two of you in each other's arms, sleeping peacefully with a smile on your guys' faces as you finally got the rest you really needed..

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Waowwww!!! You got to the end! Congrats! So uh- yes I disappeared for more than a week and I apologize sincerely, but I'm back now!!! It's literally like 11 pm for me and I forgot to post this yesterday so uhh yeah !!

I don't have much to say aside from the thing I always say which is...

Always take care of yourself mate!! Go eat, go sleep, go take a shower and be yourself! Love you guys sm /p

Have a good day/evening!

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ao3feed-crimeboys · 3 months

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The Mafia, the found family and the Rat

by MissWho77

Tommy inhales sharply, chest heaving as he lifts his heavy face to meet the blurry outline of a man. And Tommy recognises him, because of course he would.

"I d-don't know what you're-"

Another sharp blow and Tommy is feeling saliva and blood dribble from the corner of his mouth. He works hard to maintain his glare.

"You've grown close"

Tommy didn't even answer. Was it true? He no longer considered them clients, so maybe this prick was right. But close? Tommy never got too close to his work...

The man reels back again and Tommy closes his eyes.

Or: Tommy is an undercover agent for the SBI, the most dangerous mafia in the state. When he gets captured, he can think only of them...

Words: 5808, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Minecraft (Video Game)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Characters: TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Wilbur Soot, Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Phil Watson | Philza

Relationships: TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF)/Other(s), Wilbur Soot & Technoblade & TommyInnit & Phil Watson | Philza, Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit, Technoblade & TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), TommyInnit & Phil Watson | Philza

Additional Tags: Mafia Phil Watson | Philza, Mafia Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Mafia Wilbur Soot, Street Kid TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), tommyinnitcentric, sbi, Sleepy Bois Inc as Family, sleepy bois inc - Freeform, Protective Sleepy Bois Inc, Possessive Sleepy Bois Inc, Protective Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Protective Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Protective Wilbur Soot, Sleepy Bois Inc as Found Family, Found Family, adoption fic, Kinda, SBI see Tommy and go mine, Tommy works for SBI, Good Parent Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Twins Wilbur Soot & Technoblade, Angst with a Happy Ending, Happy Ending, Blood and Injury, Blood and Violence, kinda dark sbi, Physical Abuse, Torture, Waterboarding, Drowning, Not from SBI don’t worry, tw in notes, Please read TW, Hurt/Comfort, Soft SBI, sbi love tommyinnit, Fanfiction about block men, what am I doing with my life, Author Is Sleep Deprived, Author is losing it, no beta we die like my writing schedule, my lovelies

#ao3feed #wilbur soot #tommyinnit #crimeboys #crime boys #crimebois #crime bois #mcyt #This is an automated process #If you see any fic that breaks boundaries #or the fic is yours and you don't want it shared send an ask #it will be looked at and removed if need be

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sadcatjae · 1 year

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A Very Late Introduction

HELLO!

I'm doing this because I've been here for a while now but haven't actually introduced myself, which is kinda rude but hey! Better late than never(?)

You can call me Jae (but anything works), and my pronouns are they/them. I'm 30, non-binary/gender fluid, neurodiverse, QTPOC writer who's an administrator by day and deviant by night. I dipped my toe into professional writing with my short stories and theatre works, but decided that indulging in my real passion (gay whumpy trash writing) is what I actually live for.

I've been into whump the entire time I've been cognisant. I always thought I was weird or broken for obsessing over whumpy scenes in media & books. I'd also write, fantasise, and act out whump scenarios. It wasn't until I discovered the online whump community a few years ago that I realised this is a Real Thing, and most likely a response to a traumatic childhood.

I currently live a very quiet and domestic life in New Zealand with my partner. I'm working full time while my partner studies and in a few years, I hope to go to grad school. We're both agoraphobic, so we spend our free time writing, RPing or playing video games. They know about my interests in whump, but don't fully understand it themselves. They always ask me if something is a 'whomp' and they look pleased when I tell them that yes, yes it is in fact a whomp.

At the moment, I'm working on Rin the Rat, which is my white whale project (though currently on hiatus). I'm also actively writing my Heathers fanfic Meant to Be Yours and at times working on this blog.

You can find my masterlist of writing HERE.

You'll find that I'm active in bursts, so if I'm gone for ages don't worry I'll be back! I update sporadically when I find the time & motivation to write (which is hardly consistent). Otherwise, I'm doing whump prompts or odd one-shots that I also include in my masterlist.

Please note that all of my characters are over the age of 18 and this blog is for those who are 18+ only!

LIKES

My absolute favourite character archetype is the Villain. Anyone who is reviled, hated, and ousted. They are misunderstood to a degree, but the hatred against them is almost always justified. My characters thrive in the grey, and they are both undeserving and deserving of their punishment. So you're going to find a lot of unlikeable characters in my stuff. On the bright side, you get to see them get battered to a pulp c:

I also like:

>Whumper turned whumpee

>Whumpee turned caretaker

>Hero x Villain

>Enemies to Friends/Caretaker

>Hidden ailment

>Hurt/Comfort

>Explicit NSFW (incl. non-con, somnophilia, etc)

>Royalty whump

>Endurance whump

>Emotional whump & angst

>Painful recovery

>Fevers and sickness

>Permanent injury/scars

>Robot whump

>Eating disorders

>Drugs/Poisons

>Substance abuse/addictions & withdrawals

>Mental illness (particularly PTSD, anxiety & depression, BPD)

>Trauma and harmful copes

>Conditioning

>Insomnia/sleep deprivation

>Whump with an audience

>Drowsy/semi-conscious whump

>Scapegoat whumpee

>Genre/trope subversion (eg. big strong whumpee and frail whumper)

>Favourite genres & settings include fantasy, modern world, sci-fi, royal/historical, and East Asian-centric settings.

DISLIKES

>BBU/Pet whump

>Lady whump

>Kid whump

>Too Much Torture (yes, this is a thing)

>Dehumanisation/animalisation (in some cases this is OK)

>Major character death (don't like reading it, absolutely love writing it)

>Bio-family caretakers (found family is OK)

>Real life whump

Sorry for the novel length! I might edit this later and add/remove stuff. Feel free to message me prompts or questions or anything at all :D I would love to hear from you <3

#whump introduction #whump community #whump #whump writing #sadcatjae #hello this is very late but hi #i love u all <3 #lgbtq #whumblr

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softguarnere · 2 months

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Like A Girl (Like A Man)

Shifty Powers x OFC

Chapter 37: Shifty Igaluhga

Summary: Back in Bastogne, she had imagined that getting out of her childhood home would look like a scene out of an old fairytale. A handsome man would burst onto the scene, slay the dragon, free the maiden. But it didn’t turn out that way at all. The maiden fled with nothing but a hope in her heart. The prince ran into her along the way. A/N: I uploaded this to AO3 forever ago but apparently just never bothered to update on here?? My bad 😔Considering that I'm about to post the epilogue, this seemed like a good time to get my act together lol Chapter title translates to "Shifty's return" or "Shifty is returning" Warnings: brief mention of period typical racism, symptoms of PTSD Taglist: @latibvles @liebgotts-lovergirl @dcyllom @ithinkabouttzu @mads-weasley @mrs-murder-daddy @lieutenant-speirs

Virginia, 1945

To say that Zenie is tired would be an understatement.

Too hyped up on adrenaline, she fidgeted for the entirety of the ride in Bobby’s truck. He insisted on waiting with her for her train, and they sat on a bench together, Zenie’s leg bouncing with every passing second, marking the clock ticking closer to the uncertain future. If only she could be as resigned to her fate as she had been on D-Day.

Bobby holds her hand to still her. They ignore the looks that some people throw them when they spot his moonbeam hands intwined with hers. He hugs her goodbye when the train rumbles into the station and the doors hiss open, and there is so much care and friendship in the action that she no longer cares what anyone watching thinks.

She stays awake, alert, vigilant the entire train ride. Fields roll by in waves of wintery beige. There would be more to look at if she was making this trip in the spring or summer. But she won’t let herself fall asleep when she’s alone in a place like this, so she makes the most of the scenery.

When the train rolls into Clinchco, she’s reached that point of tiredness that makes a person feel like they’re moving through molasses – slow and hazy. She fumbles with her bags and then stumbles to the bus station, not bothering to count her change after she pays for her ticket. By the time she’s boarded the bus with her belongings, she collapses into the seat. The only thing that keeps her from risking a nap is the fact that she needs to know when to get off at her stop.

And the daydream.

Zenie doesn’t question it at first. Anything could happen and she would assume that it was a figment of her sleep-deprived imagination. But as she distracts herself by preparing a script for what to say to Mr. and Mrs. Powers when she shows up on their doorstep, thoughts of Shifty himself distract her.

With every person who boards the bus, she swears that she recognizes his familiar footsteps. She hears his voice in every person who greets the driver.

The combination of exhaustion and being in his hometown is overwhelming. So many months passed with Zenie trying to content herself with the knowledge that Shifty would rescue her any day that now it’s like she’s only just realizing how much she’s missed him.

He’s out there, somewhere. He’s hurt. The fabric of her heart slowly unravels itself until a hole rests where her husband should be, and it grows bigger and bigger with every passing second. She thought she had cried all her tears while on the phone will Bill and Babe. Zenie has to bite her lip and stare out the window to keep herself from crying in this place. She’s a paratrooper, goddamnit – she will not let people see her break down.

Breaks squeal and the bus lurches forward, finally whisking her away to the next step in her journey. A new challenge awaits her. She’s made it this far, but seeing Shifty’s parents could go well or poorly, and she’ll need to be prepared for both possibilities. First, though, she’ll have to get there, which means getting off the bus at the right stop. She holds her gaze steady, moving it between the window and the front of the bus, trying to find familiar landmarks. She knows the Powers’ address, but it’s been years since she’s been to Virginia.

Near the front of the bus, someone else appears to be doing the same. Zenie watches the back of a man’s head as he turns ever so slightly, looking between the windows in both directions. From his hair color and his attentiveness, he reminds her of Shifty. The thought makes her eyes prickle with heat, and she almost wishes the man would turn around so she could assure herself that it’s not him.

Fortunately or otherwise, the bus ride does not last long. Familiar landmarks soon begin appearing on the other side of the windows, and Zenie begins to arrange her luggage so that she can gather it and go as soon as the bus stops.

She stands just as soon as the vehicle lurches to a stop. Several other people do as well. Ahead of her, the man she had been watching grabs his bag and steps into the aisle – only to freeze.

Zenie does the same, her breath hitching in her throat. Because now that he has turned, Zenie can see his face for the first time.

He looks exactly like Shifty, too, she thinks, using her exhaustion to write off what seems too good to be true. But when the man’s eyes go wide, she realizes that that last part is not quite true. It is Shifty.

“Shifty?” Amid the hubbub of noise as people try to disembark, she can’t be sure if her voice carries, or if she even speaks the thought aloud.

Shifty drops his bag at the sight of her. One of the people between them jumps back, trying to avoid having her feet crushed. Scarlet tinges Shifty’s cheeks when he realizes what he’s done. Apologizing profusely, he picks up his bag and makes his way off the bus, looking behind him the entire time, never letting Zenie out of his sight.

Zenie will never be able to remember if the people in front of her were annoyed, but she can’t blame them if they are, because she presses up against them with all her luggage in her haste to follow Shifty off the bus, in her desperation to not lose sight of him. Because after losing him for months, losing sight of him now for even a few seconds would crush her.

He’s waiting for her – actually waiting for her! – when she steps off the bus. He drops his bag on the sidewalk as Zenie rushes forward, tossing her own aside. She falls into his arms the way a notch on a puzzle piece fits into the slot on its match.

It really is him. Even though they’ve been parted for months, she still recognizes his familiar scent of army distributed soap and that cool smell of pine that never seems to leave him. She inhales it as deeply as she can, the way people cling to hazy memories that they’re at risk of forgetting with the passage of time.

Neither of them seem sure of what to say when they finally break their embrace. If words weren’t required, Zenie might just bask in his warmth until the end of time, lost in the galaxies of his dark eyes.

Shifty, for his part, looks like he feels the same way. His smile is wide and he brings a hand up to cup her cheek, running a calloused thumb across it.

“Zena,” he breathes.

“Shifty!” She hugs him again, clinging to him when she says, “What happened? How did you get here? I only heard about your accident the other day, and no one knew where you were – “

Shifty pulls away so that he can look at her. He keeps his hands on her waist, never letting her go, even in his confusion. “Oh, forget about me. No one knew where you were! I wrote you so many letters from the hospital, but you never replied.”

Once again, memories of disheartening trips to the mailbox at the end of the day flash through her memory. Everyone keeps telling her that they’ve been writing to her. And they all got her letters, so why didn’t she get any of theirs?

“I didn’t get any letters from you – “

I’m fixing things, her father had said with a pile of ashes on the kitchen floor . . . He had moved his chair to the front window just as soon as Zenie got home. She had assumed that it was to keep her from slipping out the door again. But now she realizes the truth: he was intercepting her letters and destroying them. If not for her father, she would never have thought that her friends had forgotten about her, that her own husband had abandoned her. She would have known about Shifty, and she would have left much sooner.

“Oh my God!” she realizes aloud. “My father . . . he was destroying my mail.”

“What? So you really never knew where I was, or what happened to me?” Shifty’s eyes are wide. He looks stunned.

Zenie reaches down and entangles her hand with one of his. “I had no idea. If I did, I would have come to find you.”

A beat of silence passes as they take it all in. They could have been reunited so much sooner. None of this uncertainty, none of this loneliness. The cold feeling of anticipation and dread that has encased Zenie’s heart begins to thaw, leaving something fiery in its wake. After all that’s happened to her –

Even after all their time apart, Shifty seems to be able to read the look on Zenie’s face. He squeezes her hand, his forehead scrunching as his brow furrows.

“We’re together now,” he reminds her. “That’s what’s important: that we found each other after all this time.”

The fire within her chest dampers down slightly. Her father is not here. She should be focusing on reuniting with her husband, not smoldering with hatred over what’s in the past.

“You’re right,” she says, resolving herself to stow away the past few months and enjoy the present moment. “This is what matters.”

Shifty smiles, leans forward, and plants a kiss on her forehead. Then, he reaches for their bags and says something similar to what he once said to her all those years ago. “Well, adageyudi, are you ready to head home to the holler?”

Beloved. Heat rushes to her cheeks. She shoulders her bags. “Vv.”

The Powers’ house isn’t far, but it’s slow going. Shifty moves stiffly and he limps a bit. It’s so different from that of his usual stride of the confident soldier. Zenie offers to carry his bags for him, but he waves her off, assuring her that he’s fine.

There isn’t much time to think on it, either, because the house soon looms in front of them. Shifty pauses when he sees it, his breath hitching in his throat. In the dimming evening, light pours from the windows, golden and welcoming, the color of butter melting in a pan. Zenie knows exactly how he feels – she also froze at the sight of her childhood home after all those years away.

“I . . . don’t know what to do,” he confesses after a quiet moment. He considers his options before shrugging. “Shoot, everybody’ll be home by now. I suppose we can just walk right in.”

Looking at his face as he approaches the house, Shifty so resembles the young man he was when Zenie first met him – no furrowed brow, no fractured bones. Just a happy boy with so much boundless energy that it’s contagious.

They bound into the house without certain considerations, which Zenie doesn’t realize until they’re already through the threshold.

Papers rustle as a man in a chair looks up from his newspaper. Realization dawns on Mr. Powers face as he recognizes his son. His paper flutters to the floor, forgotten, as he rises and rushes forward. “Shifty?”

“Shifty?” A voice from the kitchen repeats. “Barnum, what – “ Shifty’s mother freezes when she steps around the corner and takes in the sight before her. “Shifty!”

Mrs. Powers has her son wrapped up in a hug and is laughing in delight when two more voices join the chorus, calling out from the other rooms.

“What’s going – Shifty!”

His younger brother and sister appear on the scene, clamoring forward to join in on giving their older brother a hug. The Powerses all look so happy to be (almost completely) reunited that Zenie’s heart melts as she watches the scene unfold. This is a family; they all look so happy to see each other.

At some point between all the tears and the laughing and the cheers and the hugs, Shifty’s sister takes notice of Zenie, who still stands by the door with her bags.

“Shifty!” Gaynell gasps. “You brought home a girl?!”

All the attention turns to Zenie as the others notice her for the first time. She offers them a small wave in return, realizing now that they never planned out what to say to Shifty’s family.

Mr. Powers starts forward, hand extended for a shake. It’s not until he’s pumping Zenie’s hand that he squints, tilts his head. “It’s nice to meet you . . . But say, you look familiar. Have we met before?”

Zenie and Shifty share a knowing glance. This is a serious matter, to explain everything to his family and then spring the news of their marriage on them. But for some reason, as soon as they look at each other, the two of them burst into giggles.

“It’s something of an unbelievable story,” Zenie says by way of explanation.

Mrs. Powers claps her hands. “Well, we were just about to have supper. We’ve got all the time in the world!”

So it’s over a good homecooked meal and well into the dessert of Mrs. Powers’ famous banana pudding that Shifty’s family learns that they have met Zenie before – but realize that she and Shifty’s old army buddy Tommy are not so different.

Late that night, after Zenie and Shifty have reintroduced themselves to each other and are lying together in the moonlight, it dawns on her that it was years ago, in this same house, in a room just down the hallway, that she first realized that she was in love with him.

And, she remembers, where she thought that there was no chance for them whatsoever.

It makes her laugh now. If only the Zenie she was back then could see her now . . .

“What’s so funny?” Shifty’s voice is soft. It’s always soft, but this is as gentle as the pale winter moonlight that sneaks in through the curtains. It’s late, and he’s trying not to wake anyone. Most of the power in his words comes from the rumble in his chest as he speaks. With Zenie’s head on his chest, it’s a comforting sensation.

Zenie bites her lip to suppress another laugh before she tries to explain. “I was thinking about the last time we were here.”

“Hmm. That was a long time ago.”

“That was when I realized I had feelings for you,” Zenie admits. Beneath her head, she can feel Shifty chuckle.

“It was for me, too, I think,” he confesses. When Zenie maneuvers so that she can see his face, his brow is furrowed as he thinks it over. “Yeah. When we climbed to the top of Frying Pan.”

“Things felt impossible then.” Back when she was Tommy. Back when her biggest concern was making sure that she wasn’t caught with stolen rolls of bandages. “Hell, it felt impossible this summer, worrying about what had happened to you.”

“Zena.” Shifty rolls onto his side so that they’re facing each other head-on. Their faces are mere inches apart. “I can’t tell you how worried I was about you. Bein’ all alone, somewhere out there. I still feel plumb guilty – “

Zenie reaches up, runs a hand through his hair. “It’s not your fault, Shifty. No one could have known what was going to happen.”

“No, I know, but – “ Shifty bites his lip. “There wasn’t much to do in that hospital bed. Just had to lay around and think. And I kept thinkin’ about you, which led to worryin’ about you. I didn’t want you to think that I had abandoned you. Especially because – “

A pause.

“What is it, Shifty?”

He pushes a sigh through his nose. “I worried myself sick, thinkin’ that maybe after our wedding I had left you in a family way. And then you would be all alone, not knowin’ what happened to me.”

A chill runs through her. All those months alone, that was never a worry that had crossed her mind. Thinking that her friends and her own husband had forgotten about her was bad enough. But being pregnant and thinking that she had been abandoned? That would have been a special kind of hell.

Someone is watching over you, Reneé had said to her back in France. Perhaps God is real. Or maybe Granny really is always with her, still watching out for her. Either way, they got lucky with that one.

For lack of anything better to do, she shakes her head and states the obvious. “Don’t worry. There’s no baby.”

“Not yet.” Shifty props himself up on his arm, studying her. “Would you ever want to? Have a baby, I mean.”

Would she?

There was a time in her life when she would have confidently said no without stopping to really consider her answer. What lies at the heart of it is obvious: she would never want anyone else to have the sort of childhood that she did – lonely and mistreated. She would have said no because she was worried about being like her father.

Matthew’s words from their reunion come back to her then. Neither are you, he had assured her when she told him that he didn’t have to worry about being like their father, because they were nothing alike.

And Shifty is nothing like him, either. He had a good childhood, a good role model for a father. He’s kind and he’s good.

“Yes,” Zenie whispers tentatively, as if raising her voice might somehow ruin the whole thing.

Shifty smiles, his eyebrows raising in curiosity. “Yes?”

“Yes.” She nods this time, making it feel more official. “With the war over, and things quieting down, I think we could start a good family.”

A warm kiss is pressed to her knuckles as Shifty takes her hand, smiling into the gesture. They bask in warm silence for a minute, continuously intwining and interlocking their fingers in different ways. I’m right here, you’re right here, we’re right here together, the gesture seems to say.

“What do we do in the meantime?” Zenie ventures. After all, now that they’re here together, now that there are no more delays, they have to start their lives, somehow. Something that they only mentioned in hopeful passing during the war is here; decisions will have to be made.

Shifty sighs, sinks into his pillow. “We can worry about all that tomorrow. Or in the next few days. We deserve some time to just be together. We’re owed that much.”

They’ve got to make up for lost time. Everyone else will have come home from the war a hero by now. They’ve had months to enjoy themselves, to make plans, to move on. Zenie and Shifty have spent months in an uncertain purgatory. Finalities can wait a little longer.

“I’m just glad we found each other again,” Zenie whispers. “You saved me once again, Shifty.”

A frown crosses Shifty’s sunshine face. He sits up, his brow furrowed. “What do you mean?”

She would have thought it was obvious, but she explains anyway. “I got out of my father’s house because of you. I get to start over with you. If I hadn’t been waiting for you, and if I hadn’t heard about the accident and come up here, I would still be in North Carolina, trapped in that house . . .” Her voice, if it’s possible, becomes even more quiet as she confesses something that she has never told anyone before. “You know, after Granny died, before I ran away, I didn’t think I mattered to anyone. I thought no one would notice if anything happened to me. And I thought about – about going . . .”

He seems to pick up on her veiled meaning. “Oh, Zena.”

Zenie blinks, trying, in vain, to banish the hot pinpricks that have appeared in her eyes. “I know that’s not true now. I’m glad that I stuck around, because I would have missed so much if I were gone.”

The mattress groans as Shifty surges forward, plants a soft kiss on her cheek, and lingers there. “I’m glad you stuck around, Zena.” He says when he pulls away. “I’ll never be able to tell you how glad.”

Back in Bastogne, she had imagined that getting out of her childhood home would look like a scene out of an old fairytale. A handsome man would burst onto the scene, slay the dragon, free the maiden. But it didn’t turn out that way at all. The maiden fled with nothing but a hope in her heart. The prince ran into her along the way.

“You saved me, Shifty.”

Shifty smiles sadly. “Zena, you saved yourself.”

“What?”

“You didn’t know me when you ran away to join the Airborne,” Shifty reminds her. “That was all you. And you made the decision to leave and come find me.” His eyes look very serious when he repeats, “You saved yourself. I just happened to meet you along the way, and got to be a part of your adventure.”

Zenie sinks into her pillow, mulling it over. It doesn’t fit with the narrative that she’s been piecing together in the back of her mind all these months. She’ll have to think on it more to really understand it. But not right now.

Just like on their wedding day, Shifty reaches out and traces delicate shapes on her arm with a calloused finger. “You have more power than you think. Don’t give it away.”

“I’ll try not to.”

“Good.” It’s as good a conclusion as they can hope to reach now, with their sleepy minds and their overexcited hearts. As if to prove a point, Shifty’s eyes slip closed. “Gvgeyui.”

Zenie smiles, watching him slide into sleep. “Gvlvgwodi.”

I love you – I adore you.

#band of brothers fanfic #band of brothers #shifty powers #shifty powers x ofc #band of brothers oc #band of brothers x ofc #hbo war #hbo war fanfic #like a girl (like a man)#oc zenie mcglamery #my writing

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Hello Ryker! Congratulations on 1.2k! This is the first time anon request in anything ever. So I'm sorry if I did this incorrectly and if I added too much information 🙏 But I would like you to matchmake my oc!

Physical appearance : 168 cm (as tall as Kalim), they have tan skin, shot black messy hair, black almond eyes, tooth gap, wears oversized teal jacket over their uniform, a scar near the corner of their right eye, wears oversized grey jacket, also they have eyebags and hooked nose

Likes :

They love getting up early so they could go on a morning run in the open field for fresh air while also foraging through the woods nearby Ramshackle, making new recipes out of the ingredients they find and surprisingly it's good ( their specialty is frying up chicken of the woods mushroom ). Adding on they love gathering trinkets and any unused materials to make new pieces of art!

And they also love musicals. They are a huge musical nerd and memorized almost every line and act. Sometimes unconsciously singing and dancing around the room acting like they are one of the musical cast. But other than musicals, they are a big nerd for history and math equally and actually enjoys solving math problems for fun (of course when there is no time limit and they could actually take their time to solve it). They like teaching/helping younger kids or classmates with subjects they are still confused about!

Dislikes :

They hate seeing others being mistreated despite not knowing them personally. They won't hesitate to confront the mistreatment and doesn't care if it would potentially cause a physical fight. Hates dark cramped places ( they have claustrophobia ). Despite loving all creatures (even insects, they wouldn't even hurt a fly or even a cockroach) they despise leeches.

Hobbies :

They have a lot of hobbies, tend picking up new stuff to indulge to when they got bored with the usuals. But their main is still drawing (whether it'd be digital or painting on the canvas), singing, playing the piano (or sometimes guitar or flute too), and running.

More info :

They are a yuu. They are a model student back in their world despite not being in the top 10 ranks. Bad at forming the right words to say so they tend to show it through their actions. Honest to fault. Still looks calm and collected when faced with a crisis. They will find new ways to save or earn money. Street smart and very independent. Despite their weak physique, they can endure any harsh environment or training. Addicted to caffeine and sleep deprived please someone tell them to sleep

Love language :

Physical affection and acts of service

They don't have any preferences so just go wild >:D

Thank you so much anon! I know you meant actual leeches for the dislikes but my brain automatically read it as the tweels lmao

"Welcome in dear anon! I'm happy to deliver your match for you. I need you to hear me out, but I got a strong feeling for this one.

Ever since I started reading it just screamed Jack as a good match."

tall and smol

the two of them definitely go on runs together at real early hours of the morning

I see Jack wanting to go foraging with them and adding to the little trinket collection

Jack isn't much of a musical person himself, but he loves to watch and listen to them sing and dance

it's like something magical to him that he could just sit there and watch all day

whenever he sees them helping teach others and kids he falls more in love

Jack is great with kids and will help them any way he can

they dislike the same things when it comes to how people treat others!

he is also so careful about making sure they're never in a dark cramped space

and if they somehow end up in one, Jack will be there to help and support them any way he can

I said it already but Jack loves just watching them do their hobbies like drawing or singing

he really loves how different they guys are and how both of them go well together despite having different hobbies and everything

Jack loves their honesty and the two of them communicate very well

both of them place a higher value in actions over words and struggle to form words

light physical affection and acts of service all the way!

Jack is such an acts of service boy both giving and receiving

both of them are honestly so cute in the mental image I have and honestly couple goals

he only chooses one partner for life so I hope they go well together!

#ryker the matchmaker #twisted wonderland matchups

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heyyy, can I please request a one-shot of chester d. x reader where reader is an auror and chester is still in DMLE where they work together while in a relationship, just anything relating to their workspace with fluff!!

AUTHOR NOTE.

Hi there! Thanks for the request and happy new year. I’m so sorry it took me literally months to get this over with, but I needed some good inspiration for it! I love Chester, he is my cute, sleep-deprived, ravenclaw prefect.

PAIRINGS: Chester Davies x reader;

WARNINGS: fluff;

PROMPT: in which you are an Auror and Chester’s girlfriend. Running into his arms after being done with your missions is a habit of yours and today was not an exception.

HELLO, MR. DAVIES.

Your had lost your hat on the battlefield for the umpteenth time. Your coat was torn and dirty and you had a small cut on your right eyebrow. Those were the perks of being an Auror and you had almost grown fond of the little scars you had collected on your missions. However, the price you paid after draining fights like this was a complete lack of energy and the urge to snuggle into your boyfriend’s arms.

Once you were finally back at the Ministry, you reported the outcome of your mission to your boss and you grabbed a hot cup of coffee on your way to Chester’s office. You did not care about the baffled glances you got from the other female employees you met down the corridors, all dolled up and showing off their dull perfection of a woman in career, a woman who did not got her hands dirty like you did. On the other hand, you were surely not even concerned about the murmurs raising all around you, from the small groups of men making fun of your poor status. You were an Auror, you fought, you had the duty to protect them from the dark wizards terrorizing England.

Rolling your eyes in exasperation, you opened the door to ‘Heaven’ without knocking and Chester knew it was you. When you appeared on the threshold, messy hair and a bleeding wound made the angles of his mouth lift up in a warm smile. There you were, his little troublemaker.

“Geez, you will never learn how to knock, right?” your boyfriend softly asked, making a tired chuckle leave your lips.

You closed the door behind you with your foot and you showed the white mug you were holding to him “Hello to you too, Mr. Davies… – you chimed, cocking your head to the side – To make amends, I’ve grabbed this delicious cup of coffee on my way. Is it enough? Because I don’t really feel like walk down this corridor again and earn some other pitiful words from those folks” you joked, taking a slow step towards him.

Chester smiled and ambled towards you with open arms and a concerned expression plastered over his face. Soon enough, you were involved into a heartbreaking hug and you knew what it meant. He always hugged you like that whenever you were back from a mission.

“Hey, I’m fine, don’t worry” you soothed, planting a soft kiss on his cheekbone.

“I don’t care, shut up… – he blurted out, burying his nose onto the crook of your neck – Every single time you leave for a mission, I don’t know if I’m going to see you ever again. It’s unbearable, but it’s your job and you love it. I would never ask you to quit because I’m scared of losing you. Just, please, kick the door open if you want, but promise me you are always going to catch up with me after your missions” he said, not letting go of you even for a second. His voice seemed to break every now and then and your heart throbbed in your chest both in joy and guiltiness. He was right. You lived in constant danger and, even if he was a master at hiding his feelings, you knew that, while he was scrabbling something down on the papers and you were out there shooting offensive spells at criminals, he was in a neverending agony.

“I will try my best, alright? – you told him, careful not to spill the coffee as he started to stamble back to his desk – I love you, Chester. You are the reason why I think twice before jumping in action. I don’t want to hurt you” you whispered, finally settling the boiling mug down on the messy desk.

Chester planted a kiss on your cheek and lifted his head up to inspect your face “You better do, darling! – he beamed, pinching your cheek jokingly – Thanks for the coffee, by the way. And you should be proud of yourself. Those idiots you bumped into earlier should be glad there’s a badass witch like you saving their assess from psychopaths, instead of making fun of you” he added, grabbing his mug and taking a sip of his beloved black coffee.

A content moan escaped his lips and you laughed in amusement, sliding your coat off of your shoulders and throwing it on a nearby armchair “Oh, but I am proud of myself. Just don’t be surprised, if one day I punch one of them” you commented innocently,

The former Ravenclaw prefect sighed and tapped on a cleared out spot on his desk, right beside him “Oh, come here, you crazy pants… You need to rest and I need to get this over with. – he ranted, hinting at the pile of files on his desk at to other papers scattered all over the wooden surface – But, before you start snoring on the couch, let me treat your wound” he demanded, drawing his wand and winking at you.

You were too tired to fire back, or protest and you simply dragged your feet along the floor. You jumped on the desk and pouted at him like a child “I could take care of it later, you know… An Epismendo will do just fine” you pointed out, but Chester just put a finger on your lips and chanted the healing charm softly, watching how the small cut closed and how there was just some dried blood left on you flawless skin.

You flinched slightly and closed your eyes through the whole, short process. You were lucky to have him to look after your injuries, just like he was lucky to have you checking out on his mental health and his sleep schedule.

“Here you go! You know, without that cut you seem less aggressive. Yeah, definitely not the type of witch who would punch some dudes at the Ministry” he mocked you affectionately and you just threw your arms around his neck, smashing your lips against his soft ones. He tasted like coffee, like home and it was never enough. Chester returned the kiss with equal passion and tangled his calloused fingers in your air, the other one resting on your hip to hold you closer to his body.

Breatless, you parted from him and blushed. Kissing him right after a duel worked better on you than any healing spell.

However, as he was trying to collect himself too, a smug smile crossing on his lips, you elaborated what he had told you before you had decided to let him take care of your wound and frowned at him all of a sudden. The diligent worker in front of you took a step back and raised his hands in the air apologetically.

“W-What did I do now?” he stammered out.

“Chester Davies, haven’t you accidentally declared that I snor?” you quipped, hopping down from the desk hastily.

Chester knew he had royally screwed up and shrugged “I’ll buy you some extra chocolate frogs, please! Will you forgive me?” he promptly suggested, trying oh so desperately to hold me a laughter.

How could you get mad at him? You could not and that is why you just waved your hand and sighed in defeat “Nah, some extra cuddles will suffice”.

#chester davies x reader #chester davies x mc #chester davies #ravenclaw #felix rosier #slyherin #barnaby lee #hphm #hogwarts mystery #penny haywood #merula snyde #ismelda murk #gryffindor #hogwarts #andre egwu #talbott winger #post hogwarts

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