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kotoku · 2 months

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Hey, can I request Aventurine and Sunday with Yaoyao! reader?

It will be cute to see two older mans being take care by the small child with adult soul. 🥺❤️

ꜱᴜɴᴅᴀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀɪɴᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ʏᴀᴏʏᴀᴏ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

pairings - sunday & yaoyao! reader / aventurine & yaoyao! reader

content - reader is gender-neutral/not a lot of angst/mainly fluff/sibling or family dynamics

warnings - none, except the yaoyao part might be ooc (apologies!)

⋘ ʟᴏᴀᴅɪɴɢ... ⋙

↻ Sunday, after dealing with an issue at the reception, would be wandering the area to survey if there would be any more troublesome occurrences

↻ His first meeting with you would be him spotting you attending to a distressed Misha, who fell over with his bell cart and had sustained forming bruises on his knees

↺ He watched on curiously as you used a cold water bottle to reduce the swelling, giving the boy a small scolding and advising him to follow a list of remedies you wrote on a piece of paper

↺ Sunday would make his way over shortly after, helping the bellboy up and letting him take the day off to treat his injuries (he notified a medic to assist him)

↻ Sunday who was caught off guard by your seemingly young age, would ask if you had come with your parents to which you would give a shake of your head to

↺ He’s concerned about the fact you are alone in a bustling place such as Penacony, he had ensured that the place is safe for all individuals but why would a kid be there in the first place..?

↻ He would have a small walk and talk with you, showing you around the lobby and listing what Penacony has to offer as you seemed clueless about the place

↺ At one point he thought he had lost you, turning around to see that you had disappeared, giving him a mini heart attack

↺ Turns out, you were talking to the origami birds and showing them the little friend that you had brought along with you (Yuegui ˆˆ)

↻ When the small tour concluded, the two of you waved goodbye and went on your separate ways (Sunday made sure that you got to your room safely, watching you roam around and chat with other guests)

↻ Sunday didn’t know if he’d see you again in the dreamscapes, but he prayed for your safety during your stay at Penacony

↻ … He ends up finding you tending to the Trailblazer who had made their appearance in Golden Hour

↺ After helping the Trailblazer regain their bearings, Sunday would introduce you to his sister and the Trailblazer

↻ From there on out, he’d start seeing you around more (usually helping people with anything concerning them)

↺ Whether it’s offering dishes or varying teas, you always had something on hand to offer if someone was feeling unwell (both mentally and physically)

↻ Whenever you bumped into Sunday, you two always engaged in a conversation

↺ The topics would range from how was each other’s day to debates about the best locations in the dreamscape

↺ From here, the two of you learned a lot about each other and basically adopted a father-daughter/older sibling-younger sibling relationship (although, he felt like the younger one here…)

↻ If you spotted Sunday feeling unwell or stressed, you’d scold him for continuing to work in such conditions, sitting him down and offering anything that could help his condition

↻ You’d recommend treatment options whenever he came to you about a certain health concern he had, providing him lots of information so that he was educated about the issue

↻ You would bring Sunday a treat, maybe one of his favorites in Penacony or from distant worlds, to help him cheer up or feel better

↻ It was weird at first, but Sunday had grown accustomed to your doting self and was really appreciative that you took the time to help him with his troubles

↺ He never really liked relying on anyone, but you always reassured him (he felt like he learned a lot from you)

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“Sunday…” “Hm? Yes, _____?” “Are you feeling alright? You look like you haven’t been getting rest…”

Seeing the formation of dark circles around his eyes gave you a pang of worry, fearing that he was overworking himself to the point of exhaustion. But through it all, Sunday still gave you a smile.

“I’ll be alright, _____.” “Not if you get enough rest and take some time to relax. Doctor’s orders!”

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↻ sigh This man would be such a hassle for you

↻ You found Aventurine sitting on a bench in Golden Hour, seemingly contemplating something but looking a bit distressed

↺ When you walked up to him, his demeanor took a sudden turn, a friendly smile greeting you (however, they never met his eyes)

↺ But you knew better, despite being told that you would be too young to understand, you knew that this was a front the man decided to put up (yet you never wanted to overstep your boundaries)

↻ You stayed to keep him company, telling each other stories that the both of you have encountered before coming to Penacony

↺ You inquired about his eyes and how pretty they were, learning a little bit about his Sigonian background but never delving too deep

↻ From the day that the two of you had first met, a friendship had been established (Aventurine didn’t really take it seriously at first but he warmed up a bit to you)

↻ Aventurine wasn’t used to your friendly personality; if he had one word to describe you it would be warm

↺ Warm like the tea you brought him, the dishes you had made, the comfort you provided.. It all felt so foreign to him but it comforted him so deeply

↻ He’d treat you like a kid/little sibling, teasing and joking about you which you always pouted at (scolding him for being so mean)

↺ If his teasing was enough to make you upset and tear up, he’d quickly apologize and offer to treat you to one of your favorite dining spots

↻ Despite treating you like a kid, there were times that he felt like he was a child with how you scolded him for being so reckless, sitting him down and telling him to take a step back

↺ If he was injured, you’d help patch up his injuries and advise him a list of self-treatment options, if he was stressed or feeling upset, you’d be there to talk to and offer some calming tea

↻ As a way to cheer him up or help him loosen up a bit, you’d bring out Yuegui and set them down on Aventurine’s lap

↺ Initially, he was confused and almost wanted to laugh, in fact, he did, but it made him feel a bit better

↺ He’d inspect the little guy inquisitively, asking you about their origin and what world you found them on

↻ Aventurine would show you around Penacony (golden hour), introducing you to some of his personal favorite spots

↺ You found some of them a little concerning, but whatever makes him happy…

↻ He’d show you around the casino, the loud and chaotic atmosphere of it almost overwhelmed you but you kept your cool, finding interest in the slots and different things they had to offer (not really a child-friendly atmosphere however…)

↻ With your introduction to the casino, you’d get to see how bad Aventurine’s gambling addiction was

↺ It really worried you how he was so willing to gamble everything away, how easy it was for him to just discard everything

↺ That fact made you feel a bit upset, almost wanting to run out and find comfort in other things

↺ But you stayed for Aventurine’s sake, just in case he got into any trouble

↻ When the two of you finally leave the casino, you hesitate to tell Aventurine about your feelings and concerns, the air rising a bit in tension as he is confused about your sudden change in attitude

↺ After some time walking, you tell him what has been bothering you and he sits you down on a bench, bending down to your level with a sigh

↺ Aventurine couldn’t make any promises to you, but he’d try, for your sake, to stay safe while doing something dangerous (whether he’s on business, he’s gambling, etc…)

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“Now that you are feeling better… How about we go get some of your favorite stir fry, hm?” Aventurine smiled, getting up from his bent position and dusting himself off. “My treat.”

Slightly sniffling, you rubbed your nose and got up from the bench. Looking up at him with your own smile and warm eyes, you nodded your head.

“That sounds delicious, let’s go!”

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⋘ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ! ⋙

note - as promised ˆˆ

#writing➠#hsr x reader #honkai star rail x reader #aventurine x reader #hsr aventurine x reader #sunday x reader #hsr sunday x reader #hsr #honkai star rail #platonic #fluff :))#family/sibling dynamics #teeny bit of angst #sorry if i got the yaoyao part ooc

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jiisungllvr · 1 year

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a/n: this one flopped so bad and makes no sense I'm also embarrassed, the teeeeeniest bit of angst and lino crying basically comfort drabble^^

I was scrolling through my phone on the couch when the door unlocked, and I was met with a pair of familiar brown eyes. A smile spread across my face as I watched him walk into his apartment. I’ve missed him.

"Minho, baby, how was practice??" I ask with a smile on my face. For the first time ever, he said nothing instead walked straight to my arms in silence.

His hands rested on either side of my face, his gaze never leaving mine.

After a few minutes of silence my clothes suddenly started to feel wet.

I looked up from my phone and Minho was crying. I pulled away from his arms.

“Hey, what happened? Are you okay?” I asked frantically. Minho nodded but kept crying.

“Stressful day right?"

"Mhm" he mumbled quietly as he nodded.

"Don't worry now baby," I soothed stroking his hair.

"I've got you.”

#stray kids #lee know #lee know x y/n #lee know x you #hurt and comfort #teeny bit of angst #I can't write anything check 😘#god loves you 💗

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wearyeyebrow · 1 year

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Worthy In Blue

Summary: You’ve been working on a little surprise project for Lucifer involving navy blue rope and a mahogany chair. You know Lucifer has a penchant for ropework, so what if you gave him an evening to put those skills, and your own, to good use?

Tags under the cut.

Tags: submissive lucifer, dominant MC, rope, restraints, MC is in rope, Lucifer is restrained, pegging, cunnilingus, gn MC, afab MC, mutual possessiveness, romance, established relationship, pre-nightbringer

Tonight is the long awaited Grimte Banquet where all the noble houses gather. Relationships are maintained, new ones started, and it’s all Lucifer can do to keep his brothers in line. Luckily, he has you to keep Mammon by your side and Beel full of food.

The night drones on spent managing many noble advances. He spares you a weary glance and you wink at him from across the hall. He can’t help the quirk of his mouth, a slight smile amidst everything. You’re impossibly charming.

A few moments later and he hears your voice in his ear. “Meet me in the coat room, I have something to show you.”

You slip away and disappear somewhere in the crowd. Eventually he manages a moment alone, horribly curious as he finds his way to you.

You close the door behind him, nearly hidden amidst coats of all sizes. “Hi gorgeous,” you wrap your arms around his waist.

"A coat closet?" He muses.

“I won’t keep you. Pretty sure Beel is looking for me too… Here.” You hold up your phone, “What do you think?”

You’re showing him a picture of… rope? “This is what you wanted to show me?”

“I could hardly send it to your phone right now, what with the entire royal court surrounding you. Plus, I’d rather explain its implications in person.”

“Implications?”

“Mm. Are you free next Friday night? Around 10pm?”

“I…” he allows himself a small smile, “I might be able to spare you some time.”

“Oh might you?” You smirk, “Well, if you’re too busy I completely understand. I’m capable of appreciating my own hard work.”

He acts affronted, grabbing you by the waist and kissing your hand. “Would a willing participant not please you more?”

“Isn’t that why I asked you in the first place?” He’s captivated by the crinkle of your nose, by the warmth of your smile.

“You’ve caught me,” he chuckles, “I’m all yours.”

“Then it’s a date. Do you like the color?”

You show him your phone again and he hums appreciatively. "Did you get it from Cloven Boutique? I didn’t think they stocked colored rope."

“They don’t, I dyed it myself."

“Truly?” He looks closer, in want of his glasses. “It looks like a professional job."

"Well, I had to get the color just right - I love the look of you in blue."

"Oh?" His tone softens.

“Mhm…” You appreciatively sweep your eyes up his body, lingering the gold peacock tie-clip you got him last month. You reach out and adjust his collar, “I love seeing you in things I’ve bought.”

“You have good taste.”

“Do you really think so?”

He frowns. “I wouldn’t wear something if it didn’t suit me.”

You laugh, “I know, I just wanted to hear you say it.”

“You’re horrible.”

“I’m charming.”

He fondly rolls his eyes. “I suppose both descriptors are accurate. I will look forward to it all week.”

“I think it’ll be worth the wait.” You lean up and brush your lips against his, “Don’t dance with too many nobles now.”

“Haven’t you noticed? All eyes are on you tonight. It’s taken everything in me not to whisk you away.”

“Likewise, darling.” You wink at him again and his heart certainly doesn’t flutter.

Lucifer knocks on your closed door, waiting for you to beckon him inside.

The first thing he notices is an old mahogany chair in the middle of your room, stolen from the hallway. It sits odd against your comfortable furniture.

You make a show of locking your door, brushing against his shoulder as you pass by. Then you cast a noise canceling spell - nothing but an emergency could disturb you now.

When you meet his eyes you're delighted by his wanting expression, unguarded and open in his desire. "I wonder…" you walk over to him, "how much you've thought about this night, curious about what I've planned?" You straighten his tie, close enough to see him swallow.

"It has been on my mind." He takes your hand in his own and kisses your knuckles, looking every part adoring.

You chuckle fondly, "Especially in the evenings, when you think of me?"

His cheeks heat up but his gaze is steady. “I won’t deny it."

“Honesty suits you." He goes in for a kiss just as you pull away. "I want to show you something."

He makes a curious sound and you leave him to open your dresser drawer. "Now, you knew I'd be using rope tonight, but for what exactly I didn't tell you." You gather the rope in your arms, "It might not seem like much of a deviation."

"Oh?" He eyes the rope you've picked.

"You still like it?"

He turns the rope over in his hands, "It’s richer than I remember. How did you do it?"

"Blue mangled beetles - kind of like carmine, but the process is simpler. When dried and crushed they make a beautiful dark navy dye that doesn’t bleed."

"You did your research."

You chuckle and take the rope from his hands. "Only the best for you. Gloves off."

He slips off his right leather glove, finger by finger - wait. “Blue?” You look at him inquisitively. His nails are a rich navy blue, perfectly manicured and glossy.

His eyes flicker behind you, cheeks dusting pink. “I painted them a few days ago.”

You're confused for a minute, then it hits you. “Wait - because of me?”

His voice drops, “You - you mentioned-" He clears his throat, "I thought you might like them.”

"I love them, Lucifer…" You kiss his knuckles, his palm, his wrist, before pulling him in for a proper kiss. His hand cups your jaw and he makes a small, plaintive sound. He really had been thinking about your words all this time.

You pull away with reluctance. "It's time I tell you what we’ll be doing tonight. Shall we start the scene?"

He clears his throat again and sweeps his own magic over your door. "Let us begin."

"Any titles are allowed tonight, you can address me however you’d like. Red to stop the act, yellow to pause, and green for all good. Fire if you want to stop the scene entirely."

"Understood.”

“Then…" the glint in your eyes makes him a little weak in the knees. "I know you have a penchant for ropework. And I know how much you enjoy earning my praise. So, I had a thought - tonight I’d like you to use your ropework skills and tie me up, but I want full range of motion, you know, a design strictly for aesthetics.” You pull the rope taught in your hands, “And then, if you do a good enough job, I may reward you with some rope of my own. What do you say?” You hold out the rope to him.

You smile and oblige, settling into the cold wooden seat. He eyes you and then the rope, contemplative, before loosening his tie and rolling up his sleeves. He circles you, and you admire the focused, pointed look on his face as he carefully plans an intricate design in his mind’s eye. He’s completely in his element and you love to watch him work.

“What an intriguing idea...” He takes the rope from your hands with soft reverence, feeling the rough texture between his fingers. “You really got such a nice shine to it,” he murmurs, mostly to himself. He breathes out slowly and gestures to the mahogany chair, “Please dear, relax.”

“Ah,’ you suddenly realize, “This might help.” You lift up your shirt and drop it next to the chair before shimmying out of your bottoms, leaving you bare before him.

“Yes…” he murmurs as his eyes roam your skin.

You feel a pleasant tingle up your spine when he brushes his fingers through your hair, gently gathering until he can put it up properly above your neckline. Your body relaxes under his touch.

The first knot is an anchor tie just below your bust, he uses four strands and divides them into two, slipping each half over your shoulders and back down to meet your back. The rough texture warms you from the outside in but his careful touch is cool against your skin.

You watch him as he works, loving the interplay of shadow that falls across his sharp features. He catches you staring.

“Am I pleasing to look at, Madam?”

“Yes, very much so.”

Your pact mark sings and you chuckle, bemused at the sensation. “You like it when I compliment you, don’t you, my little black bird?”

His cheeks heat up and his eyebrows furrow, as he’s put off by the pet name, but the humming in your chest only continues. “I can feel it, you know? Honesty really does suit you best - your face is much prettier wearing it.”

The tips of his ears turn pink but he circles you, wrapping his arms around your midsection to finish fixing a knot in place. Suddenly his warm lips press into the crook of your shoulder. The deep undertones of his voice make you shiver as he whispers in your ear. “You will be the death of me.”

You turn to meet his eyes, coy mischief in your own. “I think you’ll survive.” He chuckles and you kiss him once, twice, just to make him simmer. He almost goes back in for a third but you brush your thumb over his bottom lip. “Not yet.”

“Yes, Ma’am.” He kisses your shoulder once more.

Time passes in a lovely, hazy sort of way. Lucifer relaxes into the process as you'd hoped he would. It’s a gentle sort of focus where his mind is set on something, a place where nothing else can bother him or tear away his careful attention. He loves taking your direction, easing him out of his mind, constantly wound too tight.

Finally he kneels to finish the job, gingerly maneuvering one of your legs up and over his shoulder to wrap a strand around the back of your thigh. His eyes wander this time, following the line of your body until he lingers between your legs. As if he can’t help himself he kisses your skin, leaving a delicate trail up the inside of your thigh.

You cup his jaw in one hand and he kisses your palm, eyeing between your legs. “After you finish,” you murmur, “You’ll have to earn what you get tonight.” His eyes flicker to yours and he continues moving, finishing the tie he started.

“I believe I’m finished, will you stand?”

You do so, feeling the bend and flex of rope. Nothing feels too tight, everything is snug, hugging the curves of your body. You admire what lacing you can see, particularly the delicate design around your hands and wrists. He truly had taken his time, a glance at the clock proves that an hour has passed.

Finally you turn around and examine his work in the mirror. Your eyes light up at his intricate ropework. You’re beautiful, elegant, fully mobile and yet covered in faux restraints. You admire yourself, making a show of your appreciation. His chest puffs out and the pact mark on your chest rumbles. You gently circle your clit with one finger and enjoy how he shifts uncomfortably behind you.

You want more from him. Your body aches from an hour of foreplay.

You cup his jaw with one hand. “Kneel.”

“Yes Sir,” he murmurs, almost breathless.

His willing, almost eager demonstration of your power over him, of his own lack of control, further spurns you on, and you know he can hold your weight.

"Show me, then, devotion to your work." You prop one leg up on the hard mahogany seat, exposing yourself for him. Rope hugs your thighs, indenting and highlighting what he wants most.

His eyes flicker between your face and your clit. He licks his lips. "Thank you, Sir."

You run a hand through his hair and brace the other on the back of the chair. As soon as his tongue touches your clit you gasp, unable to help yourself. You’ve been on edge for so long now, throbbing at every new rope and delicate detail. You savor his mouth, rocking your hips into his face gently. "Yes…" he sucks and licks as you drip onto his tongue and he moans softly at the gentle tug of your hand in his hair.

You'll come quickly and you know it - you rock against him faster now and he wraps his fingers through the ropes on the back of your thigh before squeezing your ass and petting between your legs.

You look down at him, at his disheveled appearance, tousled hair, and too-tight pants. “Lucifer, darling, you - ah - you don’t have to say anything, no thoughts, no control, just take what I give you."

He groans and claws at the backs of your thighs, pulling you forward against his mouth.

You tilt your head back. "Good man, good job-" he whines and flicks his tongue with renewed vigor, "fffuck, right there…"

You fuck his face, shivering and shaking, chasing your orgasm. He holds you upright and supports your body, grasping at his own ropework. You moan and twitch. A glance at the mirror brings you closer still, “Look baby, look at you, making me feel so fucking good… shit-” Your grip on his hair tightens as you twist your hand, pulling him forward. He moans, high and breathy, harshly breathing through his nose.

His right hand supports your waist while his left squeezes your ass. Just a minute more, a second more, finally, finally his palpable desire sends you over the edge, and god how it fills the air. He takes it all and you don't fall, even as your legs lock and your grip falters. You shake and shiver in his tight grasp, palms holding tight to his shoulders. He keeps licking, just enough to keep you there until tension dissipates and you’re overstimulated. Only then does his grip loosen, following your body as you stand on your own, knees shaking.

There's an unspoken tenderness in his eyes - your baby takes pride in service.

You step away from him when you can, fixing his hair and cleaning your cum from his lips. "Sit on the chair, darling."

His knees crack when he gets up, stiff from his place on the hardwood floor. He sits, bulge straining against his trousers, watching you with rapt attention.

"I think…" you turn around, "You've more than earned your reward - as if there was any doubt in my mind."

“Oh?” He practically glows at your praise.

"And…” you walk over to your nightstand once more, "I'm not done with this yet." He swallows, gaze fixated on the rope in your hands. You smirk, "You like that idea?"

He shifts again. "Yes I - very much."

You reach into your nightstand and pull out a matte black silicone dildo, smaller, elegant even. You hold it up. “What about this? Are you up for it tonight?”

“Yes,” he nods, “I prepared myself for the possibility.”

“Perfect,“ you breathe, already excited. “Then…” your smile is nearly wicked as you regard him and his cock throbs in earnest. “Clothes off. Hands behind your back - hold your forearms.”

He acquiesces, knowing exactly what you want.

Soon he’s sitting naked on the chair, hands held behind his back, willingly at your mercy. Your ties aren’t nearly as elegant, but they restrict his movement and hug his body. You restrain his arms behind his back with a chest harness, carefully distributing the weight of the rope, adding just a touch of flourish. Even in such a simple design he looks lovely. Blue really is his color, you think, admiring him. He catches your eye.

“I was right,” you say, tilting his chin up for a chaste peck on the lips, “You look lovely in blue.” He groans and chases your lips this time. You let him, just once, and deepen the kiss yourself, before grabbing him by the hair, wrenching his head up. “Not yet, darling.”

“As you wish.” He’s breathless and kiss bitten.

You leave him and stack two large pillows on top of each other. You motion for him to stand before grabbing him by the restraints. “I will help you get into position,” you chuckle darkly, “I want you face down.”

His cheeks feel hot but he nods, “Yes Sir.”

“Good man. Lie down.”

It takes a moment since he can’t move his arms but you finally have him exactly where you want him, chest pushed into the bed, hips and ass raised by the pillows beneath him.

He tilts his head to look at you with one eye, eyebrow raised as you appear with more rope.

‘Can’t have you squirming too much, now can I?” He groans into the pillow beneath him and nods.

“Tell me if you’re ever uncomfortable or need to readjust, this position might get tiring after awhile.”

“I’m sure I can take it.”

“I’m sure you can, but I’m not asking. Tell me.”

He shivers. “Yes Ma’am.”

“Good.”

You uncap the lube on your nightstand and snap a glove on. He shivers at the cold feeling of your lubed finger rubbing against him, but as your hand warms so does his body and he slowly starts to meet your gentle thrusts as you enter him. You love this part. It’s incredibly intimate, almost more so that the ensuing sex, because anyone else would have been thrown out long ago - he has only ever done this with you.

Once you’re up to two fingers comfortably you withdraw your hand and replace it with your lubed up strap. “Ready?”

“I’ve been ready.” You smack his ass and he gasps.

“What was that?”

“I apologize, yes I - I’m ready.”

“That’s better. One more remark like that,” you murmur, pressing in slowly, “And I’ll rethink your reward.”

He hisses, wiggling his hips, “A-Apologies - it won’t happen again.”

‘I know it won’t,” you smile, “because you love this too much.” Finally, finally you move your hips, slow at first, until finding a gentle rhythm. You use his bound legs as leverage, pushing deep inside of him as his low, desperate moans fill the air.

As his body strains against the rope it holds tight, digging into his skin - this heat, this pleasure, your power over him is dizzying. For a few blissful moments he can’t think, all he can do is feel you surround him and hear your haunting voice in his ear.

It is easy to admire him, Lucifer Morningstar splayed out before you, rocking his ass into your hips, wanting more, more. You grab the rope holding his forearms tight against his back and pull, arching his back against the sheets. He cries out, and you lean down, pushing all your weight on top of him.

“That feel good, baby? Heh, you love it don’t you?” Your hips are slow and deep, grinding on his favorite spot, “You love being fucked like this. Wrapped in my rope, under my hand-” He moans, long and debauched. “I’m the only one who gets to fuck you like this, you belong to me, don’t you?”

“Yes-!”

You’re breathless above him. “We belong to each other, right, love?”

His eyes open and he gazes at you in the adjacent mirror, “Yes…” You dip and kiss the back of his neck, soft and sweet, "Hnn…" he takes in a shuddering breath and lets his head fall forward.

“That's right, no one else deserves to touch you, no one else is good enough, worthy enough.” You whisper in his ear.

He gasps your name and pushes his ass against your hips, pathetically fucking himself on your strap. Every slap of your skin sears welts into his body. You grab his hair and jerk his body up.

“Eyes open, look at yourself.” He didn’t think he could get any redder, but the sight of you behind him, fucking his ass with slow purposeful thrusts, restraining him while tied in his own ropework, it's too much, he can’t - he’ll -

You wrench his head up, “Keep looking,” you pant, “look at the face you make when you come for me.”

He can’t help it, he comes fast and hot, hips stuttering, mouth open and gasping. You slow but you don’t stop. He whimpers but dutifully stays, taking it all.

“Good man,” you praise him, “So. Fucking. Good-” you punctuate your words by digging your nails into his back. You slowly drag them downward and tiny specks of blood bubble to the surface. He hisses but his cock jumps beneath him. “You like a little pain, don’t you?” You slap his ass with an open palm. “Answer me.”

“Yes, yes Ma’am -”

“Yes what?”

"Fuck - more, please-!”

“Filthy.” You bite, before indulging him with another slap on the ass.

You run your nails gently over the welts and he sighs in bliss. In this moment of calm you use all your strength to hoist him upward again, until his back is flush against your chest. You wrap a hand around his throat and start to bounce him on your cock. His eyes roll back and he groans, reaching around to grab your hip as he rocks back into you.

“When I cut you loose,” you pant, “I want you to lie down on your back, legs spread, waiting and ready for me again. Do you understand me?”

He swallows breathlessly and nods.

You lean him forward and gently pull out. You untie his legs, and then his arms before dropping the rope next to the bed. His body is tinged red with slight rope burn, just how he likes.

He rolls over onto his back, finally making eye contact with you. You smile at him, gentle, and his pupils pin. “Spread your legs for me.”

Lucifer grabs his own knees, and spreads his legs while you refuse to let him lose eye contact. His red flush is delicious, and so is his twitching cock, clearly enjoying this.

You grab more lube from the nightstand and quickly reapply before holding one of his legs to your chest and slipping back inside. He groans and rocks his hips forward, savoring the feeling.

You slowly snap your hips forward, reaching deep inside him, you keep repositioning until he gasps and then you hold there. Little thrusts of your hips grinding against his ass. He gasps low, moaning sweetly in his deep voice as sweat trickles down his temple.

“Kiss me-” he croaks, reaching for you. You melt into him and grind against him as his hands roam your body. He doesn’t realize he’s whimpering and shuddering, or if he does he doesn’t care.

You continue like this for a while, enjoying his gasping deep moans in your ear, his lips and teeth on your neck. Finally, at your mercy, you gently trace your fingers over the head of his cock. The noise he makes is agonizing, and you have half a mind to continue neglecting him. But he has your heart as you keep up that gentle, light contact, and he doesn’t ask for more. His head is spinning, filled with thoughts of you, you, just you.

You speed up your hand as your hips get tired and he grips your back, rocking into you. Finally you feel him tense, feel his blunt nails dig into your back.

“There you go, my pretty bird,”

He gasps, light and beautiful, shuddering as he comes, keening as each slow, deep thrust of your hips milks another dribble of cum out of him.

You kiss again and again, covered in sweat, cum, and specks of blood, ignoring the passage of time.

Darkness blankets your bedroom, barely lit in deep navy shadow. Your fingernails fall up and down rhythmically over the rope burn on Lucifer’s back.

“I heard you were approached last week.” He murmurs.

“At the Banquet…? Oh, did Asmo say something?”

Lucifer chuckles, "He said something akin to "Everyone here is itching for their chance, don't let them out of your sight."

You feign exasperation. "And what did you do, you let me out of your sight. Now I'm in bed with a demon."

Lucifer snorts, "The very same demon you propositioned in a coat closet."

"What can I say? I know who I want," you kiss his temple.

Lucifer leans into you further, draped across your body. "Don't you have plans early tomorrow morning?"

“You yawn again, “Solomon said he has something important to talk to me about. What exactly, I’m not sure… he can wait until I've had breakfast.”

“That sorcerer…”

“He wants you so bad,” you chuckle, “I mean, it isn’t up to me, but I enjoy acting as if it is.”

“Rest assured,” he kisses your shoulder, “he’ll never have me, not like you do.”

Your smile is gentle. “I love you, Luci.”

“And I you.”

Lucifer closes his eyes and relaxes his sore body, satisfied and calm. He resolves to make you breakfast in the morning before seeing you off to Solomon.

Truly, he thinks, there's nothing he can’t face as long as you’re there when he wakes.

#lucifer obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me #obey me smut #sub lucifer #dom mc #my writing #wearyeyebrow #teeny tiny bit of nightbringer angst at the end #dom!reader #sub!lucifer #sub obey me

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lafleshlumpeater · 1 year

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james hook x reader... nsfw? if you want

I’M SORRY ANON (yeah I have no clue who you are definitely) I MADE THIS SFW BC I FEEL LIKE I WOULD GET NSFW HOOK ALL WRONG

Yeah I also did headcanons instead bc I have no idea what to write abt UNLESS YOU GIVE ME A PLOT YOU SMELLY BLONDE BIMBO (for anyone else reading this- I swear I’m not abusing my anons, I just know very well who this is and she knows that I know 😭)

Warnings: Mentions of injury, kissing (??), umm dilf hook, tick tock croc needs a very big warning ok

He’d be very protective over you

In both senses (as in if other boys your age flirt with you and over you getting hurt)

With the boys flirting with you I feel like it’d go either one of two ways depending on his mood

One way- he’d get very protective like “she’s mine go away” but then as he thought abt it later on and throughout the rest of the day he’d get very insecure

Like “maybe she SHOULDN’T be with me- I’m too old for her, I get into too many shenanigans for her to be properly safe, she should be living A NORMAL HAPPIER LIFE”

Poor guy :((

And then maybe he would act a little distant and sad

And when you’d eventually coax it out of him he’d be like “ignore me I’m just being stupid” but you’d be like “baby” (i feel like he would love that nickname btw) “I wouldn’t be with you if I didn’t love you”

Then if he STILL isn’t assured you’d make a joke abt how immature and annoying you find boys who are actually your age (YES ‘ANON’ I’M MAKING THIS VERY PERSONAL TO YOU BE GRATEFUL) and then he’d be satisfied

(But ofc he’d still need a little babying so that night he’d be the small spoon and you’d cuddle the whole night)

The other way it could go he’d be like “you’re like ten please calm down my girl don’t like you” and he’d just laugh at them because they think they have a chance

Anyways he’d smell like seaspray and mint and sweat and woodsmoke but it’s a weirdly grounding, familiar scent

If he ever accidentally injured you with his hook OMG

He’d be so sorry and feel so bad

Would literally treat you like a queen until you can’t see the scratch anymore no matter how minor it was

He would literally worship you in general

I feel like he would call you his angel or sweetheart

He would need a lot of babying and coddling and nicknames he's very high- maintenance

And if you ever got injured by anyone else

Bye he’d feed them to the tick tock croc himself

(After making sure you’re alright ofc)

Ummm idk what else to say

Oh yeah kissing

I feel like he wouldn’t be very experienced straight away but he would learn so fast omg

And like

He knows JUST what you like after a while

It just comes to him like an instinct

And sometimes he can get VERY confident and cocky abt it

Knowing that he’s the only one who can satisfy you

And he needs a lot of reassurance abt that obviously

But once he knows it

You’re in for a fun time.

I’ll let you imagine the rest you smelly

#peter pan #james hook x reader #james hook #captain hook #captain hook imagine #captain james hook #peter and wendy #peter pan and wendy #pirates #captain hook x reader sfw #james hook x reader headcanons #fluff #a teeny bit of angst??#tick tock croc my fave #captain hook x reader #james hook x reader fluff #captain hook x reader fluff #i hate adding tags sm stress honestly #anon <3

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fenfyre · 24 days

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Forbidden Fruit - Part XVII

Part I

Laios did but not before slowly, gently, easing Chilchuck off his lap and throwing one last, wistful look down at his dripping hole. Then he headed over to a corner of the room where Chilchuck had prepared a few soft pieces of cloth as well as a bowl of water, grabbing both before coming back over towards the bed.

He hovered near the edge for a moment, gaze wandering between Chilchuck, still sprawled out boneless across the sheets, and the fabric and bowl in his hands. Then he hummed to himself, curious, as he dipped a piece of cloth into the water.

"Can I?"

It was a bold assumption Chilchuck would even consider allowing his help with this. A sharp, cynical part of Chilchuck wanted to snort and grab the items, clean himself quickly before he soaked the sheets even further. But something in the way Laios looked at him gave that part pause. There was a softness, an eagerness and devotion in the request that felt utterly disarming and that struck a chord within Chilchuck he usually kept well guarded. Of course Laios would be the one able to lay it bare and aim for it with gentle precision without even meaning to or noticing. This was exactly what Chilchuck had been worried about from the start and yet...

The cynical part hissed in defiance. Then fell quiet.

With his heart thumping in his chest and all the way up in his throat Chilchuck considered the request. Truly considered it without jumping to rash, defensive answers.

Laios seemed eager enough to help him, surely an extension of wanting to take care of Chilchuck as long as he was allowed. Yet something about the thought of simply lying back and letting Laios clean him made his skin prickle with heat. The notion alone felt even more intimate than literally allowing the tallman inside him and yet ... Chilchuck did not recoil from it. Not with that cynical part quiet and his body still loose and comfortable. Yes, there was something akin to fear stirring in his chest, in his abdomen, but the twisting coil of it was fluttery and curious.

All the while as Chilchuck considered, Laios stood there, waiting patiently, barely squirming in place. It was easy to tell just how much he wanted to do this for him. It was apparent in the way he held himself, shoulders tight as he clutched the items in his hands. As if he was only waiting for permission to jump back onto the bed and get to work. Yearning to please but not without permission. Never without permission.

It was that trust he had in the tallman that made Chilchuck nod in the end.

"You can." Barely more than a whisper, his own heartbeat choking the words on their way out.

Chilchuck would have expected all hells to break loose as soon as he agreed. Had expected Laios to jump into action, maybe spill most of the water in his excitement to get to work. Instead the tallman fell very, very still. For an endless moment neither of them moved, not a tremble shaking sticky fingers, not even a breath sucked into aching lungs.

Finally Laios moved. But not in the way Chilchuck had expected him to. Instead of climbing back onto the bed the tallman sank to his knees where he was standing. His movements were thoughtful and controlled as he set down both the bowl and the towels beside himself, then reached out with careful hands.

It was only when Chilchuck did not protest that those large hands wrapped around his bruised hips once more and pulled him towards the edge of the bed.

"Don't worry", Laios said, quiet and serious in a way that made Chilchuck swallow. "I won't do anything weird. It just ... feels right. This way."

"O-oh ... alright...", Chilchuck mumbled as he pushed himself up onto his elbows to watch.

What else was he even supposed to say to that? Especially when Laios stared at him with an intensity that made him feel less like he was about to be devoured and more like Laios was about to pledge his life, his undying loyalty and many more, unspeakable things to him.

There were no words left for Chilchuck to utter, no will to protest, when Laios moved to arrange his body as he pleased, using the same calm, controlled movements as before. He braced one of Chilchuck's feet against his shoulder, then pushed the other leg up and back to open him up. Surely giving him an obscene view of Chilchuck's still dripping, loosened hole.

He kept to his word, though, and did not do anything weird. Instead he reached down to pick up the damp cloth and run it between Chilchuck's cheeks. The first touch was surprisingly cold and uncomfortable and he hummed a low, soothing noise as Chilchuck jumped. Then pressed a gentle kiss against his bent knee before continuing.

"There's so much", he breathed, devotion and fascination and adoration so heavy in his tone that Chilchuck felt his skin prickle and run hot again. His entire body humming with Laios' rapt attention. "Can't believe you took it all. You're incredible, Chil ... just look at you."

Chilchuck still did not know what to reply so he kept quiet. Willing his thighs to stop trembling as Laios set out to clean him with quiet focus. He worked with diligence and persistence, rinsing the cloth several times between careful, slow swipes of his hand. Then replaced it with a clean, dry one to finish his work off.

He was still quiet when he set everything aside and lowered Chilchuck's leg, allowing it to hang freely off the edge of the bed. Lowering the one that had been braced against his shoulder right after.

He just knelt there afterwards, still and silent, radiating a deep, honest satisfaction. As well as something else. Something darker. Heavier.

Chilchuck swallowed, pushed himself upright. He was looking down at Laios like this, with the tallman sitting back on his haunches, and the way golden eyes blinked up at him tugged on something in his chest. Those eyes were still soft, were still loyal. But they were also hurting.

Part XVIII

#chilaios #laichil #chilchuck tims #laios touden #dunmeshi #powerbottom chil #servicetop laios #one more part of this and then it's a wrap!#get ready for a teeny tiny bit of angst #but dw we'll end on a feelgood note

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ingo-ingoing-ingone · 3 months

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Ingo and Emmet are perfectly in sync. They have to be, living as conjoined twins. The Subway Masters of Nimbasa City, the two are happy with their friends and family and trains. Of course, the universe contains chaos and random chance that can affect even the closest of people. The two find themselves in situations that neither would have ever expected, and it will test them both. Through it all, one thing is certain. Family, both blood related and chosen, will never let you be alone. And, no matter the trials, a two-car train will always continue onwards.

Happy 2 years to PLA and 1 year since I began posting this fic! I come with a PLA-focused update for you all :)

Thank you for your support, creations, and time in the PLA and submas fandoms, love you all!!!

No warnings for this chapter!

Disclaimer linked in first reblog!

#submas #submas conjoined au #pla era #submas angst #JUST A TEENY LITTLE BIT #ingo #pokemon legends arceus #y'know what just this once i'm gonna allow myself to post in that tag #because it's PLA day #to those not in the know; hi lol enjoy my fic if you want #chapter took AGES to write both due to business exhaustion and having to write ALL the wardens #whoops

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thebardisabird · 1 year

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Based on that Nathan Fielder sound that’s been going around on tiktok and a little inspo from @ghostmatsu. Thanks for the Osomatsu idea, friend. ❤️

The first time you said it, you meant it wholeheartedly. With your feelings on the line, your eyes softened as the words slipped from you, “I love you, Osomatsu.” His face read disbelief and you heard him laugh to himself, “You don’t really mean that, c’mon.” It was your turn to wear the disbelief, “Of course I do, don’t be silly…I wouldn’t say it if it weren’t true.” He smiled coyly, “Okay. Then say it again if you’re so sure.” You tilted your head upright, catching his skeptical gaze, “Osomatsu…I love you.” “Again” he said simply, watching your face. Your expression would only grow more confident. “I love you.” “Again.” “I love you, Osomatsu.” His smile started to falter. The playful, almost coquettish expression he wore was sinking as you continued. All the snark in his voice withered out to a frailty you’d never heard before, “...Again.” You held onto his eyes, though your hands moved to rest atop his now, “I love you.” There was a soft shudder in his breath, and his expression was nearly blank at this point. A million things going through his head almost all of the time and yet right now, at this moment, he just wanted to hear you say those three words for eternity. His tawny stare was piercing with how concentrated it was into yours. He whispered, “...Again…” Fingers placed at his biceps now, you let warmth seep into the corners of your mouth, “I love you.” Osomatsu felt his chest cave at your words. The life and love behind your eyes was so palpable, so within his grasp where he was so sure he’d never be allotted something so precious; as undeserving as he felt he was. His hands made their home at your back, pulling you flush against him. “Again.” Finally, your hands laid flat on his chest. The quickened thrum of his heartbeat buzzing beneath your steadied palms. You came to rest your forehead on his, letting the proximity slip your eyes closed. As solidly as you had from the beginning, you breathed out, “...I love you, Osomatsu.” You felt his grip tighten between your shoulder blades. There was a tightness in his throat he couldn’t place…but you could. The shake of disbelief in a new light, an emotional tidal wave of knowing what it is to be loved. His voice faltered now, choked by an onset of tears. His breath fanned your face, the inches shaving off the distance as he leaned in, “A-Again…” But you would find no way to respond. For as soon as he spoke, he’d sealed your lips with his own. Your mouth curved upward in the kiss, a radiating warmth glowing about you in his hold. Osomatsu swore he would have you say those words forever if he could - but for now he was just happy to live them.

#ososan #osomatsu san #osomatsu #osomatsu matsuno #osomatsu x reader #x reader #love #and a teeny bit of angst #drabble

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crossedvenom · 1 year

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Intruder

Iwaizumi x Reader

Summary- Watching scary movies with Iwaizumi freaks you out more than you'd like to admit TW: Like a baby gore scene. It's not even gore, but a scary movie is described. Angst is in this as well.

You watched the movie through your fingertips. Only opening them wide enough to catch a few scenes now and then. Iwaizumi who sat next to you is loving every second. The jerk doesn't even seem phased by the gory scenes of a friend group that's currently getting slaughtered at a summer camp.

Peeking through your fingers once more ad you hear the screams have died down you believe you're safe and the worst is over.

"You scared?" an amused voice comes from beside you.

"No." Yes. Why did he insist on watching this movie? There was nothing happy about this. Nothing that left you giddy when the two main characters finally got together after painfully pining for one another the entire movie. Nothing in this movie made you laugh so hard your ribs hurt, you just didn't get it, but you have to stay true to your promise Haji always sits through whatever chic flick you turn on, no matter how sappy.

"I think you're lying." he takes another try at getting to admit how scared you really are.

"Am not." To add emphasis to your point, you scoot away from him and the safety of his arms. Dragging your fluffy blanket and the skittles packet with you.

He just chuckles "Okay since your so brave I better not see you trying to creep back over here"

"Not gonna" to show you're done with the conversation you turn your attention back to the TV.

The movie is almost over so you think you are in the clear and won't be needing Hajis comfort for the rest of the movie anyway. The main character just settled into her new apartment and it's a couple months post-summer camp. She's narrating how her life has been and how she misses her friends. When she turns off the lights and starts heading for bed, you start mentally preparing for the end credits to roll, but before you can finish preparing the camera swivels to a new angle that reveals the window behind the lead for a brief moment. Just for a second, you catch the killer silhouette once more before the window smashed open. You snatch your cat up (despite her disgruntled groan) and pull her in close so you have something to help your pounding heart. The lead screams before twisting her body around in time for the killer to be on top of her and once again using his knife to cut and rip the last victim that escaped him before. The killer turns slowly to make eye contact with the camera breaking the fourth wall. Finally, the end credits roll.

You turn to look at Iwa and he's already staring back at you smugly with how you're clenched up. You release your cat who scurries away and finds a new spot to glare at you from across the room. She cleans herself as if she was trying to tell you 'How dare you touch me".

"Not scared, huh?" He brings up again

"Like I said, I wasn't I just saw my opportunity to hold bug, and I took it. It's not every day she'll let me hold her," You gesture to your cat across the room.

"Uh-huh. Whelp I guess it's time for bed." He stands up throwing his arms above his head yawning "I have to be up early tomorrow the team is getting to the gym around 6 to squeeze in extra practice time," He sets his own glass of water on the counter before he starts down the hall.

"I'll be there in a second" you call after him. You fold your blanket up and neatly rest it on the backrest of the couch. Before finishing your glass of water and placing it on the kitchen counter next to Iwa’s. Starting towards Your shared bedroom with Iwa something in your chest stops you from heading to bed without double-checking the front door lock. Reaching the front door you're glad you checked because it was indeed unlocked. Seeing the now secure and locked door puts you at ease, allowing you to turn and head for bed.

Finally reaching the bed you take off your socks and crawl in. Being petty you don't immediately curl up next to Haji like you normally would. A respectable amount of space lies between you two. Not realizing how tired you were you close your eyes and drift off.

***

A crash coming from down the hall wakes you.

Holding your breath so you can strain your ears for any more noise that you might catch. You seem to be the only one out of the two of you who is startled because Haji is still sound asleep beside you. So, you're left alone to try to figure out what the sound was. Did you remember to lock the ground-floor window? Why would it even matter? A locked window does nothing to someone who just breaks through it. Your ears heard differently though whatever broke wasn't the glass of a window it was worse. Whatever broke came from inside the house.

Realizing this throws your brain into thinking a million different things a minute. Going through all the possibilities you settle on the back patio door. Was that one locked? the front door wasn't locked so why didn't you check the back, stupid, stupid, stupid. A second crash coming from the same place down the hall interrupts your thoughts from scolding yourself. Hearing this makes you turn to do the only thing you know to do at this moment.

"Haji, Haji!" You whisper yell. This doesn't cause him to stir, so you try again.

"Haji!" You shake him and slap his arm. If someone was in the house, you only had minutes before they found the bedroom you currently resided in.

"Hmm?" he mumbles through his pillow.

"Th-There were two crashes and I-I think there's someone in the house" You always make fun of the really corny movies when people keep on dropping their keys. Thinking it's so unrealistic, but being in a situation like this where your blood is pumping so fast that it renders your ability to speak. You don't want to imagine what it would be like to try to unlock a door under this type of stress.

Hearing the panic in your voice causes Iwa to come to his senses. He's immediately up and in danger mode.

"Where?"

"Down the hall, I think from the kitchen"

He stands from the bed before exiting the room he grabs his old baseball bat from his closet. Creaking the door open he sticks his head out and looks down the hall. You see him fully step out and creep down the hallway.

All you could hear was your heart in your ears. It was pulsing in your neck, out of your temples, and hammering in your chest. It felt like hours, but it really couldn't have been more than a minute gone by waiting. Waiting for what? A scream, another crash, but nothing comes just silence. someone pushed the door again opening slightly wider than before so you know something stirred it. In a flash, something is on your chest. Ready to scream your brain processes what it is. It's just Bug your twerp of a cat.

The door is pushed open one last time and Haji comes through. Your heart sores with relief. He stores his bat back in his closet.

"Bug just knocked our water glasses off of the counter," He says simply

Finally, the hammering in your chest slows, and you let out the air you've been holding in for so long.

Haji rounds the bed one more time and swings his legs back into the covers scratching Bug behind her ear one final time before she jumps off your chest and runs again.

Finally, alone he speaks again "You were scared." He tilts his head at you.

"Yes, okay I was terrified okay." You admit not even caring anymore. That experience surely gave you a few grey hairs. Giving up whatever grudge you had earlier you scotched closer basking in the warmth that was Hajis arms. You don't understand why you were so stubborn to admit earlier that you were scared. Being held like this is nice. It's especially nice now knowing that Haji has a man mode. Where he will defend the house. It was really hot to see it in action.

Snuggling closer, you can finally close your eyes and rest.

"Scardy cat" He grumbles one that time before you playfully slap him on the chest and he chuckles.

You have the feeling you're forgetting something, but the two blood-rushing experiences you went through tonight have you waving that feeling off and ignoring it.

You wish you hadn't though.

It turns out the back patio door really was unlocked. Allowing the nights intruders inside.

Feedback and requests are always appreciated! <3

A/n: Not really sure if I am in love with this ending, but I wanted a not-so-happy ending so this is what I pieced together

#iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi x y/n #iwaizumi x you #iwaizumi oneshot #hq iwaizumi #iwaizumi drabble #iwaizumi haikyuu #iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi hajime x reader #a teeny bit of angst

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ijustwanttoreadfanfiction · 1 year

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My mindset when writing Chapters 10 & 11.

#friendly sex fic #i'm so sorry #please forgive me #it will be okay #just a teeny tiny bit more angst #reading comments like it's me hi i'm the problem it's me

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sunlitlemonade · 2 years

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big brothers, blanket burritos, spicy soup - a recipe to heal sickness by sunlitlemonade

[In which, Dick comes to the Manor to visit his little brother and finds him sick. A sick Jason is a whiny and bossy one (not to mention adorable). Bruce makes a pun and Harvey Dent cries.]

#this is so disgustingly self-indulgent i can't even tell you #i didn't even follow my own rules for canon and fanon #just unrepentant fluff and crack aaaand a lil teeny tiny sprinkle of angst for✨flavour✨#also its old writing so might read a bit different from my more recent ones but ehhhhh #jason todd #bruce wayne #dick grayson #batfam #red hood #nightwing #batman #dc #batfamily #alfred pennyworth #my post #i write stuff

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noemitenshi · 1 year

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“Stay anyway,” Troy persisted, “Stay and tell me.” Then he moved his head closer to her, as if he didn’t want anyone else overhearing. “I’m good at keeping secrets.”

“Me too,” she whispered back. He couldn’t help a snort. Oh, she was as fun as she was exasperating.

“I know,” he replied easily, “I’ve seen it.” Again admiration crept into his voice. He couldn’t help that either.

She had worked a god damn miracle after all. Her lips twitched into the slightest smile. Briefly. Then the life went out of her, no other way to describe her falling expression.

“I…” she said and pressed her lips together, “I don’t want to go back there.”

#troy otto #ftwd #ftwd fanfic #fanfic #troy otto x oc #troy otto/oc #fluff #this chapter is full of fluff #well and angst #can't have fluff without angst right #emotional hurt/comfrot #whump #also teeny bit of smut smuggled in there #my fic #earn your keep

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borkwolf · 9 months

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You know it's a sign that you've been watching too much Supernatural when you're suddenly getting big smooth brain story ideas based off of episodes (yes I am looking at you Supernatural Season 3 Episode 11: Mystery Spot)

#bork borking into the void #i don't even WRITE but goddamn there's at least a teeny tiny bit of potential in this and will stand by that #just. just picture the angst potential of one character caught in a time loop and watching someone they care about die over and over with #no way to save them. just picture it in your head #i am picturing it and maybe it's the sadist in me but DAMN it sounds like fun to write some silly little characters into this scenario #supernatural

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wixafix · 2 years

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Tomarry - or maybe Harrymort?

Angst, hurt. (tw: suicidal ideation) I suppose graphic violence.

I don't know how to summarize this it's so chaotic. It's set in deathly Hallows when Harry has to give himself up to Voldemort. Also there more tweaks as in who's dead etc.

Blood and Sorrow

Harry bit his lip brutally as buried his hands in his hair, pulling it not really paying attention to the pain that should have been there. Snape's blood was still on his hands, stained and dried crumbling away into his hair. Viciously blinking away tears as a choked sob wracked him, he refused to cry, he'd no reason, he was only tired, tired of existing at this point but still only tired. A tiredness he should soon be relieved of, Voldemort wanted him to die willingly for return of Hogwarts safety, luckily Harry had willingly wanted to die for years, now he didn't have to be tired anymore, didn't have to bite back the pathetic tears that almost constantly threatened to overwhelm him, didn't have to hurt for all the deaths he had caused.

Because it could have only been him. Taking his hands out of his hair and shaking it out Harry licked the blood off of his lip and grabbed his invisibility cloak, ignoring the dead littering the castle, not enough left alive to remove them all with haste, he supposed he appreciated that Hermione and Ron didn't have to experience the war. Taking in the wet ground, so sodden that once trod on would drown your feet in blood and sorrow, the scattered wands and limbs, the corpse or two of giant that he was sure was burying one or more smaller corpses, whether they were alive or dead when the giants fell was another matter. Harry sighed as he reached the forest, the knowledge that every weight that slowly buried him would be gone, because he would be dead was honestly a relief, Voldemort couldn't fail to kill him he wasn't going to fight back.

"I honestly thought he would come." Harry dropped his cloak as he stepped in front of Voldemort.

"I did."

"Harry Potter."

"Obviously." Voldemort glared at him.

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Harry blinked at what seemed to be solid white Kings Cross and to Dumbledore in front of him, at least he knew he was dead for sure, relief washes over him in a gentle wave.

"Not quite, you still have things to do my boy." Dumbledore pushed and he was blinking once again to a clearing surrounded by trees.

"No." A small whisper left his lips and he stumbled up to his knees, head spinning around to take in he clearing, Voldemort and the Death Eaters fury and weariness evident. . "No, No, No. NO, NO WHAT DID YOU DO, what did you do, WHAT DID YOU DO, WHY DO YOU ALWAYS HAVE TO FUCKING INTERFERE. I WAS DONE, EVERYONE WOULD LIVE, why?" Harry couldn't help as the weight he thought he was free of piled upon him tenfold, everyone would die now and not only by Voldemort's hands. They'd keep dying because he existed because he too pathetic just to not care for them, always sticking his heart in other people's business and it ended with their death.

The replacement of the weight he had so gotten used to, seemed to triple from the relief he'd felt of it being gone and the sobs that he usually fought back came again full force, tears pouring down his cheeks as he bent at the waist, still kneeling but with his elbows in the mud as his fingers buried themselves in his hair, joined by another that yanked his head up to meet his eyes.

"You wanted to die." It wasn't so much a question as it was a statement from Voldemort.

"I always have, too much a coward to do it myself then I had the weight of your death on my head and suddenly I wasn't allowed to die, until it was your hand and your head. Everyone always dies, I thought it would finally stop. My parents, my relatives, the orphanage, Ron, Ginny, Hagrid, Hermione, Sirius, Remus, Neville, Luna and even those I didn't closely care for, because it's so fucking insistent on taking everyone." He got a little hysterical as he went on, Voldemort dropping Harry's head and watching in fascination as he continued to mumble his magic bleeding from him like an open wound. "EVERYONE." A scream shredded his throat as Voldemort and the Death Eaters watched as his mind tore itself apart. The scream stopped far too suddenly, multiple death eaters paling and few stumbling back a step.

When tear stained, red-rimmed green eyes snapped up to his Voldemort actually had to fight a shiver as the boy dragged himself up for the ground, stained in blood and mud.

"Why aren't you dead too, Tom?" Voldemort growled at the name, unwilling to speak at the present moment, the boy creeping closer to him. "I cared for you too, I did, not in a gentle way I suppose but I cared at least for your death and you didn't die, maybe only those I want alive are taken from me, but that doesn't make a lot of sense does it Tom because I felt for you. When Dumbledore showed me all those memories, insisted he was training me, that care changed, I cared for you Tom Riddle I felt a kinship, so why aren't you dead. Just one of us, shouldn't one of us be able to die, to give this world a break, you kill by yours and their hand, I kill by existing. So why aren't you dead Tom, why aren't I, why did Dumbledore send me back when this world was finally rid of me, you're smart Tom, you know everything Tom. Tell me, Tom. TELL ME WHY IM NOT DEAD TOM, HE SENT ME BACK, WHY ARENT YOU DEAD TOM, TELL ME." Harry was close enough to shove at a wide eyed Voldemort's chest, the unexpected move having Voldemort stumbling back a step as Harry apparently was done with him and his lack of answers, not that he had any time to give any, not that he had any at all and Harry moved on.

"You're crazy Bella, but you're Smart. So loyal." He crooned as Bella matched his crazy for the moment and grinned at his advancing until he could reach up and stroke her cheek, trailing down her neck leaving behind blood and mess as he dropped it again. "So you tell me instead. Why is everyone dead but not me, not Tom, why did I come back I didn't have a Horcrux, the elixir TELL ME BELLATRIX, WHY ARENT I DEAD?" It was her husband and his brother that reacted, knowing she wouldn't, was enjoying the boys broken mind. Two cutting curses either side near joining together he turned to Rabastan as he bled out, his blood turning black and clotted as he stumbled to the man, who had experienced a lot but was fighting so as not to shake at the advancing teen.

"No, no. You have the right idea, go on, go on. No body, no back. No back, of course, of course. No body, No Back." Rabastan stumbled, himself and Rodolphus sent another cutting curse trying, apparently to provide his brother some kind of protection, getting in the swing as he sent more and more. Cutting Harry open as he lost more than one limb, only falling when his head was near severed from his neck.

"Circe." They were shaken, as much as it was entertaining to see him break the aftermath was terrifying. Some shoulders slumped in relief when Harry fell a second time though the reaction was immediate when his body sat up again blinking, broken eyes staring confused, crazed. Furious at being alive again, though not for long when curses sent at him reflexively cut his unhealed head off, cleanly and his torso in half.

They all waited with baited breath seeing him die three times, had them unwilling to relax as Voldemort seemed to watch the body unseeingly, Bella pouting at well they weren't sure but the gleam in her eye came back as the blood began to coalesce with a dark smoke that smothered the clearing, as it built Harry back together and became something itself, something Harry-ish.

"Death." The word was gurgled through a healing voice box.

"Hello Harry."

"Why aren't I with you?"

"But you are."

"No I'm here and you're here too. I'm not with you."

"Well I can't let you leave this realm."

"Why?"

"Because you're happy here. Honestly dear, what have you done to yourself." The clearing watched on in morbid fascination as supposedly Death, threaded his hands in Harry's hair, eliciting a scream from whatever the entity was doing. "It's not how Life would do it but much better dear."

"Happy?" Harry muttered incredulously.

"Of course, Humans aren't happy without their soulmates or so Life tells me, I don't see the appeal but if you were dead then your soulmate would be unhappy, it's a delicate balance."

"I'm not sure I know what Happiness is. Everyone dies."

"Well yes but that's hardly your fault is it. Completely out of your hands and honestly being expected to kill your soulmate. Humans are daft creatures indeed, setting themselves up for failure."

"Soulmate. Soulmate! I wanted to die, I don't give a fuck about something that is going to die as soon as I care for it. The world will better off with me not in it." Harry really hadn't connected who his soulmate was to the word though his soulmate certainly did.

"I don't know why you think that. Completely wrong of course, the world would fall to Chaos without you, with the catalyst of your death and Fate's really not in the mood for that so alive we are, always. Oh and I tucked that little soul piece back in so you soulmate stays beside you and I destroyed Dumbledore, always in the way, upsetting balances."

~~{ Wixafix [Wixabear] }~~

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