#but im still sore all the time and it flares up

[chxrryhansen]

౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊ Cherry’s concepts 10/50

Character; Bucky Barnes

Kink; Piss Kink (i couldn’t help myself so i added pet play🙈)

Dialogue; “Look at the mess you made.”

Requested by; Anon (X)

As always, this blog contains 18+ content only, your media consumption is your own responsibility, all dark content will be labled as such. Please read at your own risk.

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your throat flared in distress as your lips began to chap and crack, having been wrapped around bucky's cock for the past 30 minutes, it was fair to say they weren't in the best of shape.

you were knelt between his thick thighs, the hard floor, harsh on your sensitive skin as he worked at his desk above you. bucky had made you drink many glasses of water, more than double your daily amount. when you couldn't drink all of the glasses he had graciously gifted you with, he punished you.

claiming you were being ungrateful, that daddy was just trying to take care of you. you had promised you'd be a good girl for him if it meant getting out of a spanking, your ass still sore from last weeks punishment- one that he'd manipulated you into (as usual).

you squirmed, desperate to find some relief as your mouth warmed buckys cock, your bladder beginning to feel more full as time went on. noticing your discomfort, he slumped back against his chair, pushing his long brown locks behind his ear with one hand, his bicep flexing as he did so.

you whimpered, your tongue massaging the underneath of his length making him hiss with surprise as he growled

"i thought you said you were a good girl for me? i think you lied, pup. cause' im pretty sure if you were a good girl, you'd be warming my cock with no complaints like daddy asked you too, hm?"

he was quick to grab a fistful of your hair, pushing you deeper onto his cock as your thighs pressed together, desperate to make him proud.. and not wanting to embarass yourself by peeing all over his floor.

you looked up at him, your eyes pleading, tears streaming down your cheeks.. begging for even an ounce of sympathy. bucky sighed as he pulled you away from his cock, you were instantly opening and closing your mouth, swinging your jaw in circles as you tried to loosen up your locked jaw.

"go on, what's the problem with you now, puppy? what are those pretty tears for?"

"i really gotta' go daddy." you whispered, ashamed, your cheeks flustered in embarassment.

"go where, puppy?" he asked in return, a slight smirk on his face as he stroked your head gently, already knowing what the issue was.

"the bathroom, p-please daddy?"

"yeah? you gotta' go pee, sweetheart? you sure you can't hold it just a little longer for daddy?"

you shook your head desperately, your bladder already felt like it was about to burst, all of that water bucky had pressured you into drinking finally catching up to you, making you tense up in fear of leaking.

he sighed once more as he tutted in false disappointment "well alright then, go on puppy, go pee."

"oh thankyou, daddy! thankyou so much, i promise it won't happen again!" you gasped excitedly, seeming as your owner had been feeling generous... or so you thought.

you began to push of your knees in an attempt to stand when you felt bucky harshly pull you back down, this time sitting you on his thick thighs, straddling him. you looked up at him in alarm, eyes wide, wondering what you had done wrong.

your bladder suddenly feeling even heavier than before as you tried to prevent yourself from pissing out of fear, your thighs clenching tightly together. which didn’t go unnoticed by bucky as he spread your legs apart with both hands.

"where do you think your going?" he scolded.

"t-the bathroom.. y-you said i could go, daddy?"

"silly girl, puppy's don't use bathrooms now do they?"

you cocked your head, puzzled "i-i don't understand."

"of course you don't, dumb little girl, puppy's don't use the bathroom, if you need to pee so badly then do it, right here on daddys lap." he growled, his intense gaze sending shivers down your spine.

he reaches down, pressing his hand against your tummy, pushing down against your bladder as tears of humiliation roll down your flustered cheeks.

“d-daddy, i can’t hold it, i really gotta’ pee.”you squirm desperately, your pussy throbbing with pain, or maybe, pleasure?

"stupid puppy, you gonna' piss yourself, hm? gonna' piss all over daddys lap? shh, sweetheart. let go for me, let go for daddy."

you let out a loud sob as the ache between your thighs is suddenly relieved, before you can even understand what's happening a heavy flow of liquid gushes out of your pussy, soaking through buckys lap and onto his extremely hard cock- which he had apparently just taken out of his pants.

he groans in pleasure "oh baby.. fuck, that's it, you were just so full, huh? so desperate you just had to piss all over daddys dick, what a filthy little puppy, look at the fuckin' mess you made."

he smirks, thrusting his hips into your own, grinding his cock into your soaked pussy making you sob harder in confusion. your brain having not caught up to what just happened.

bucky is quick to pull up your skirt and push your panties to the side, sliding his thick cock inbetween your thighs and rubbing his swollen tip against your entrance.

he swiftly pulls you down by your hips, his mushroom head only just pushing past your walls making you let out a pathetic moan…before a smooth warmth begins to fill your cunt. at first your confused, knowing bucky never cums that quickly, until you look down and see a steady stream of piss leaking out of you.

“fuck… my dirty fuckin’ piss slut, letting her daddy piss inside her silly, baby cunt. you like that? you like being a disgusting, hot, mess for your daddy? filthy little pup.”

you sob into his shoulder, humiliated yet so turned on as his hot piss floods your pussy, running down your legs and dripping onto the floor.

bucky shushes you as he codles your head, rubbing his hands gently up and down your back, his stream still filling you with his warmth, trying desperately to keep his moans and whimpers to a minimum, so as not to let you know how much he's enjoying himself. your silly, puppy brain is too dumb and confused to notice anyway.

"shh, shh, it's okay puppy, daddy had an accident too, see? no need to cry about it, silly girl.” he consoles you, pushing your head back down into his shoulder when you try to move, not wanting you to notice the shit eating grin plastered across his face.

he has you right where he wants you, dumbed out and dependant on him to make you feel better... just like he always does... and just like you always are.

#sebastian stan #sebastian stan x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #bucky barnes smut #sebastian stan smut #sebastian stan fic #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes imagine #sebastian stan x you #bucky barnes x you #tw: holding #tw: water sports #tw piss #chxrrys piss kink #chxrrys concepts

[pandorasfavorite]

Not over

This is by far the most challenging match of my career, it's been carrying on non-stop and she won't give up. I feel the sweat dripping down my chest as I put my hands on my knees catching my breath. Asuka is lying on the floor rolling over ready to get up and continue the match, I hear her feet hit the platform and I know she is up. We are both prepared to end this tortuous match once and for all. She comes charging at me with her arms wide open, just waiting to tackle me for the pin. I do the same arms out ready to catch her and deliver my move. Her head jams into my stomach and she tries to move my body with a side-to-side motion, I groan slightly at the impact of her head. I grab ahold of her hips and lift her up to the point where she's upside down in the air. Her legs flail around in the air and I start to lose my grip on her, I tighten my hands around her finally and slam her down on the ground. The sound of her body hitting the floor excites the audience, Asukas back arches off the ground in pain and her hand reaches to touch her sore area. I act quickly, making her roll over onto her stomach harshly. My foot slams into her stomach a few times and I think she is finally down, I climb the ropes sticking my tongue out and I throw myself off of the corner. I land face first into the platform of the ring, every bit of the front of my body is stinging horribly and it almost feels like I have sirens inside of my ears. I hear banging in front of me, thundering bangs right in front of my face asking me to look up from the floor. Dominik slams his palms against the ring yelling at me to move, all I need to do is move a few measly inches away. Another drop of sweat drips down the side of my face and my hair is sticking to my body uncomfortably. The more I stall, the more Dom gets exceedingly anxious, his hands are becoming frantic against the ring. I watch his eyes flick over to the corner of the ring and then I watch them go up, my eyes fly open in realization and partial fear. I lift up with both of my hands planted on the floor when Dominik yells, “NOW!”.

A smack is heard right next to me and I take a moment to have a sigh of relief. I summon all the strength I can and I crawl up beside Asuka turning her on her back. I lift her legs up and hold them down in a pin looking at the referee to count down. His hand slams down 3 times and I see Dominik jumping up and down out of excitement yelling his praise. I lay on my back just breathing, coming down from a heavy adrenaline rush, im laying down longer than I expect. It's clear I'm beyond exhausted and I hear the commenters start to get a little worried for my well-being. I overhear Dominik boasting over my win, and he is doing it straight to the face of my opponent. A gust of blue and the sound of spitting makes me sit up immediately. I turn to see Asuka leaning over the ropes looking at Dominik thrash on the floor in pain rubbing his eyes. I hold my side that is screaming from all the soreness and controlled movement while I stand and push Asuka from the side unexpectedly. She falls and hits her ass glaring at me from below, as I walk closer to her that look on her face falls and is replaced with that regular fear. I make excruciating eye contact with her while I walk even closer to her figure. In a split second, I make the decision to connect my foot to her face sending her propelling backward holding the side of her face. Dominik is calling to me from outside of the ring still in pain, it hurts him to open his eyes, it's obvious he needs to see medical. I slide under the bottom rope and I rush over to my lover. He is sitting against the commenter's table, both of his palms are covering his eyes and his knees are touching his chest. I hear his saying my name while groaning in pain, the sight makes my chest burn. My anger is starting to flare up once again as I look at the state Dom is in, and then the state Asuka is in. She deserves worse, I briefly consider getting back in the ring and flattening her out once more but Dominik grabs my hand before I can make the decision. I sigh in defeat and I help him up, his arm is around my shoulder and one hand is clasped around his eye. I glance at the announcers and grab a towel from them before placing it on both his eyes.

I put his hand on top of the towel making it easier for both his eyes to be covered and concealed. We walk out of the arena but not before I make a promise to Asuka, “This isn't done. We are gonna handle this when I get back”, I say with a high volume pointing at Dom. Asukas eyes harden at my threat and she stands in the middle of the ring acting as if she won the smackdown. Dom’s handshakes against the towel and I can tell the prolonged discussion is making his hurt worse. I rub down the side of his body in comfort as I walk him to medical and I whisper to him that ‘it will be okay’. I sit him down on the bed and the rest of the Judgment Day is already waiting inside with the doctor. The man in white is holding a bottle of solution to put in Dominik's eye, to wash out the stinging he feels from Asuka's spray. Dominik is told to open his eyes but the light in the room is hurting him even worse, “It burns! It burns”. I flip off the light switch and walk over to him holding his face, “Sit still Dom” I say taking the eyedrops out of the man's hands and into my own. Dominik's eyes are clenched shut in pain and he's still muttering about the burn that he is feeling, I rub his cheekbones soothingly cooing at my lover to get him to relax. “Calma Dom, Calma”, his body begins to settle at my words, and his hands rest on my thighs, telling me to continue. I force his eyes open gently putting the eye drops in the best I can without him fidgeting. “There we go baby, how do you feel now?”, I ask him soothingly after putting the bottle down. I rub my hand over his head once and I look at him lovingly waiting for him to blink and open his eyes. Dom blinks a few times before opening his eyes, I watch him adjust to the lighting and to the view in front of him. He sees me peering at him, sitting in front of him. He grabs my hand and rubs the back of it with his thumb, a small smile gracing his face. “Better, so much better mami”, he says not breaking eye contact. The pet name makes me shift my gaze elsewhere and my face starts to heat up. I stand up wanting to escape our display of PDA, I nod at Damian, Finn, and Rhea before kissing the top of Dom’s head and walking out.

#dominik mysterio #dominik mysterio x reader #dominik mysterio fluff #dominik mysterio fanfiction

[aller-geez]

A Blooming Bromance

A platonic Remi x Rexar sickfic 🖤

Content warning: talk and description of marijuana use.

@thekinkyleopard as always, owns Levi 🖤

GUYS IM SO SORRY IT TOOK ME TWO ENTIRE MONTHS TO WRITE THIS FIC I TEASED BUT BETTER LATE THAN NEVER, RIGHT? 😭😭

So without further ado, Please enjoy some cute platonic snzy friendship between Rexar and our fav grumpy wolf boy 🥰🥰

It was the last day of their seven day cruise to Mexico and Remi had begun to feel himself dragging his tired feet behind an excited Levi who ran hand in hand with Kriia through the stalls and various shops scattered throughout each stop, while he followed behind at a much slower pace and made small talk with Rex. He only knew surface level things about the guy, and combined with his extremely laid back attitude, it made mind numbing chatter a little less mind numbing.

However, the day prior, the wolf had started to feel a little run down while on the groups normal outings. His throat felt a little scratchy, all of his muscles felt a little sore, and that all too familiar feeling of congestion began to set in behind his eyes. He begged his body inwardly to hold out for just one more day, and they could finally get back to their own bed and he could rest— but when he woke up the following day, he realized that his prayers had fallen on deaf ears.

“Babyyyyyyyy~ Wake up! It’s finally the day we get to go to the tide pools!” Levi chirped in his usually upbeat tone, bouncing his small frame off of his mate while he remained balled up under the mess of blankets that sprawled across their bed.

Remi muffled a groan into his pillow before a pair of dull green eyes were peeled open and a soft, unproductive cough escaped his already raw throat. “Hhm?”

As if a premonition to what was to come, the raven haired man was suddenly forced to a sitting position as a string of harsh sneezes tore through him. “hh'IETSH’UE! H'ihhSHHhhiew! Hh'IISHH!”

Levi blinked for a second, before his optimistic expression was quickly replaced by one of disappointment. “Bless you baby.” The feline frowned. He had been looking forward to dragging Remi to the tide pools; it was all that the smaller man could talk about for months and honestly the entire reason he decided to book the cruise for the four of them.

“Oof, you feeling okay?” He asked cautiously with a slight cringe as he sat on the bed next to a rather dazed Remi, even if he already knew the answer to his question. Maybe there was a chance—.

“Ndo.” Remi replied simply, his voice already thick with congestion. Running a sleeve under his nostrils that subtly gleamed with moisture, the wolf tried to snort back the sticky obstruction that lay between his throat and sinuses, although the action only ended in a short fit of ticklish coughs and a deepening to Levi’s concerned expression. “I feel extrebmely shiddy actually..” he grumbled once he was able to catch his breath.

“— but still okay enough to go to the tide pools for our last day on our cruise though, right?” Levi tried once more, this time batting his eyelashes and giving Remi the most pitiful puppy dog eyes he could manage, knowing full well that the large wolf was wrapped around his finger and would do anything the leopard asked, with enough begging of course.

At first, the wolf’s expression became more intense, his eyebrows knitting together on his forehead and his eyes narrowing into almost a glare. He hated it when Levi begged him like that. Mostly because of how powerless he was to deny the adorable pout across his mate’s pink lips and dappled cheeks. But within a second, it softened again, without a trace of anger or frustration hiding in his dim green eyes. The wolf let out a breathy chuckle, shaking his head softly back and forth.

“You dnow I hate it whend you pull that shit..” Remi shot a side eye to his mate with a small smirk, but his attention was quickly ripped away again as his nostrils flared helplessly, his mouth falling open as his thick eyelashes began to flutter against his cheeks.

“ihh- ih’TTSSHH!! hhh’ISCHIh!! Fuckidn’ A!” The canine growled in frustration, his dim, emerald eyes quickly scanning the area around him for something to blow his nose into. When his gaze met with the black wifebeater tank top he had worn the day before that hung off of the side of the bed, he sighed in frustration, but still swiped it up in his large hands and balled it up to press his reddening nose into it. The productive gurgling sound made them both wince as he soaked through the fabric easily, although it did absolutely nothing to relieve him of the congestion that packed into his sinuses.

After a moment, Remi finally tossed an apologetic glance toward the leopard, but the icey blue eyes of his mate were glued to his phone screen as his thin freckled fingers flew across the keys. Pinching his nose gently in the fabric before tossing it to the floor, the wolf grunted softly in disapproval, crossing his muscular arms over his chest.

“Who are you even texting right now?”

Levi looked up quickly, flashing a sheepish grin. “Sorry Rem, just Kriia. She’s trying to tell me they have to cancel today too cause I guess Rex woke up with whatever you have, too.” His freckled fingers continued to fly across the screen as he spoke. The wolf furrowed his brow, not willing to let the smaller male go out alone in a strange place, no matter how shitty he felt. He opened his mouth to admit defeat, but was quickly interrupted.

“— so I told her to bring him here to hang out with you while we go to the tide pools~” the leopard giggled, holding his phone out in front of him to proudly display their conversation.

“…. Ndo you diddt..” Remi gave the other a look of disbelief, snatching the phone from Levi’s ivory fingers and reading the messages. Sure as shit—

The wolf sighed loudly, slumping his shoulders and handing Levi his phone back. “I’bm ndot a fuckigg baby sitterrrr…” Remi nearly whined, throwing his head back dramatically and rubbing his temples.

The leopard scoffed softly at his mate’s theatrics, placing a small hand onto Remi’s head before lacing his fingers into the thick, raven colored strands. “You aren’t baby sitting; Rex is the same age as you, baby. It’s just two guys, hanging out and killing time while you’re both sick. It’ll be fine.” Levi flashed a reassuring smile and placed a chaste kiss against his mate’s dampened forehead.

The sudden knock on their cabin door started both of them, however Kriia’s voice quickly filled the nervous silence.

“Guys! It’s us! Open up~” the elf girl called through the door happily.

Levi smiled brightly, pleased to have someone around with the same level of enthusiasm, and he nearly skipped to the door to greet them. Flinging open the door, the redhead beamed brightly at the leopard. “Hey!” She waved at Levi before her hand disappeared to the blind spot behind the door. “C’mon baby, Remi won’t bite you.” The girl chuckled, flashing an amused grin to Levi as she pulled a maroon lump of blankets into eyesight and into the room. “That’s ndot how everyonde else mbakes it seemb.” Rexar’s scratchy voice was muffled into the huge comforter wrapped around his lanky frame, followed by a breathless chuckle as Kriia hurried him into the room. The pyro sniffed sharply, swiping his dampened nostrils against his already sopping hoodie sleeve, the shade of the raw, chapped appendage nearly matched his crimson fringe that sprawled across his forehead.

Kriia offered her mate an empathetic frown, ghosting her fingertips across Rex’s back as he crossed in front of her to sit at the tiny dining area, but he simply shook his head with an enthusiastic grin.

“Dod’t worry about me, Prindcess.” The canine’s grin somehow managed to grow wider as he reassured her, reaching out to squeeze her hand gently in his palm. “Go have fudn at the tide pools with Levi, add I’ll be here whend you get back.”

Kriia and Levi beamed back at him, both extremely thankful that at least one of the two men were reasonable. Swiftly the redhead hooked her arm around the cats, not wanting to waste any more time than they already had. “Well, you heard him! C’mon, sweet cheeks!” She winked with a mischievous grin, dragging Levi to the door without giving him another moment to even consider staying back in the room.

“Call me if you guys need anything, kay, Rem? I love you, be good!” The cat shouted as he was removed from the room by his ecstatic friend.

The wolf watched them go rather sadly, although his gaze quickly shifted over to Rexar as the door shut behind them.

Making small talk with the guy while they were forced to follow their mates through the never ending stalls and shops was one thing, but being stuck in a small hotel room for an entire day with him when you feel like you were hit by a truck was a completely different story.

Subconsciously, the wolf raised one eyebrow slowly as he watched Rex get comfortable in his seat, his laptop opened and set out on the table in front of him, along with a pair of seemingly well loved wireless earbuds. The case that housed his earbuds had dark singe marks on the outside, the crimson plastic of the case almost peeling away in some places where it had been melted. With a thick, viscous sniffle, Rexar wiped his streaming nose on the corner of the comforter wrapped around his shoulders this time, leaving a wet trail against the fabric before cracking an apologetic grin to the still silent wolf who sat upright in the bed.

“Sorry, I kndow I’m probably super gross and easily the last persodn you wadda see right dnow, right?” The pyro had less energy than he usually did, his hoarse voice making it difficult to keep up his usual banter as well. He reached into the bag that he brought with him, hidden underneath his large comforter, and pulled out a full box of tissues that were set on top of the table he sat at. “Feel free to help yourself; I know I’ll probably— hh— use this whole—..” Rex’s usual calm, laid back demeanor was suddenly twisted into one of desperation as he hurried to pop open the box, as well as snag a few and tent them over his face in time..

“HIIH’NKXSHH! H’KngxsstSH! nXGtCHhh!” The pyro pitched forward, a handful of tissues crammed over his nose and mouth that smothered the embers that exploded from his face before they could catch fire to anything. “Fuck, Bless mbe, sorry!” Rexar chuckled breathlessly before soaking the handful of tissues with a few deep blows of his nose.

Remi could only furrow his brow self consciously when he made eye contact with the redhead again afterward, though his nerve broke instantly. “Bless you—“ the wolf muttered quietly, words that almost never came out of his mouth except when directed at Levi, making even Rex stop what he was doing and flash Remi another grin, despite how crappy he was currently feeling.

“Thandks! But I would’t hold your breath, you’ll be tired of sayigg that withidn the h—.. hour with hhH—.. how— per—.. h'ieXSHHH! Hxxtschhh! HIH’NKxXSHH! Damnd! See?!” The redhead laughed a little, scrubbing the red, leaking appendage on his face vigorously with his index finger. The smoke that usually flowed freely from Rexar’s nose was no where to be seen except when he sneezed those messy triples, and then suddenly a huge cloud of it burst forth from his momentarily unclogged nostrils along with another shower of embers.

“Krii was telling mbe you get odne of these modnster colds like odnce a modnth? How do you survive themb? I feel like I have mbore ndose goo in mby head thadn braidns..” The canine snuffled weakly with a laugh, dragging yet another tissue from the box and drenching the soft paper with another wet gurgle.

The closing statement from the other the corners of Remi’s mouth turn up into a small smirk. He couldn’t deny the fact that Rex was extremely amusing, as much as he really wanted to dislike the guy, and that was something for the usually ornery and defensive canine.

See? As long as his body continued to cooperate with him and his usual constant string of desperate, exhausting sneezes whenever he came down with something were kept at bay, this sick day with Rex would be a walk in the park.

Remi cleared his throat, the sharp stinging from within making him wince slightly. “Yeah, mby Ibbude systebm is shit.” The wolf responded simply, his words rounded from his own congestion, although at the end of his sentence, he began to feel the tickle from deep within his sinus cavity begin to grow; the one thing he asked his body NOT to do.. Using his index and middle finger knuckles, the canine scrubbed his septum in small circles, hoping to stave off the inevitable. But he already knew it was too late when his huge chest began to hike up a few times as his breath snagged.

“H'ihhSHHhhiew! iit’shHIEW! Hnkt'KNXTuhh! Hhh— heh’iTTSHH’iiEW!! Hiihh— ihh- ih’TTSSHH!! Ssnddfffff!!” Remi sneezed harshly into his sleeve and grimaced at how damp it already felt against his skin before his newly focused vision was caught by the pyro, who studied him with tired eyes from across the room for a second. Feeling the full force of the fit against his open palm, the wolf dared not lower his hand even slightly before getting a tissue, although his embarrassment almost immobilized him. A few more seconds pass in silence, and the flush to the wolf’s cheeks only continued to deepen as time went on.

Suddenly, Rexar was overwhelmed by small, breathless chuckles that quickly evolved into full on laughter, although a sharp coughing fit put an end to it quickly. Once able to catch his breath again, the grin across his face was huge but genuine and he was still fighting off short chuckles as he spoke.

“Bless you, Jesus fuck. Yo, you good?!” Rex laughed loudly again.

If this was any other person, Remi’s ego would have definitely taken a hit, thus creating a resentment for the redhead. But somehow, his humor was lighthearted and even the wolf himself couldn’t help but chuckle through his fingers, although the other’s question went unanswered. Sniffling thickly behind his large hand that was still held in front of his face, Remi finally willed his aching body to peel itself out of the damp hotel bed and shuffle to the table where Rexar was sitting.

Without even being asked, the pyro knowingly snagged the quickly dwindling box of tissues from the table in front of him and offered it to the wolf with an innocent grin on his face.

“Here— my bad. Didn’t mean to hog them all!” He chuckled, running his long fingers back through his somewhat knotted white and crimson locks before palming the back of his neck sheepishly.

The wolf was almost stunned for a second, completely thrown off by his guest’s cheerful, helpful attitude despite the circumstances. After a moment, Remi swiped the box from Rexar’s outstretched hand with an almost untrusting glance, yanking a few out to blow his nose again before quickly cleaning himself up of any mess that was forced from his full nose and disposing of the tissues into the trash.

Satisfied for the time being, Remi sighed as he trudged back towards the large couch that sat off to the side of the spacious room, throwing his sore body across the furniture with a slightly pained grunt. He lay there motionless for a few moments, completely absorbed in the comfort of the strange couch. The wolf had no intention of passing out, but his body seemed to have other plans..

Though he would definitely deny it, Remi’s eyelids began to grow heavier and heavier as he sprawled out on couch; his soft, inevitable snuffles as he tried to get air through the wall of congestion in his nose slowly dissolved into a full snore.

It was so easy for the canine to forget his guest, however, the pyro wasn’t too bothered. Besides, there was still 13 songs left on Toad Biscuit’s album to master..

—Though he would be the first to admit that this final, tedious step was his least favorite of the entire process.

With a sharp, thick sniffle, and a glint of determination in his uniquely colored eyes, Rexar pulled up the comforter that hung lazily over his shoulders and again wrapped it more securely around his lanky frame while he adjusted slightly in the chair and his gaze stayed locked onto his computer screen.

After only a few minutes, Rex suddenly froze with a look of horror replacing the calm, laidback expression he had plastered on his face, his gaze quickly flying to Remi’s sleeping body that still lay motionless sprawled on the couch.

‘Fuck, really, nose? You always have impeccable timing..’ the redhead grumbled inwardly, scrubbing his quivering nostrils on the back of his wrist in hopes of avoiding the inevitable.

Surprisingly, his forceful approach seemed to convince the persistent tickle to climb back up into his full sinuses.. but the relief lasted him only a few fleeting moments.

“Hhh—! H’KngxsstSH! nXGtCHhh! Hih— ehhh'NGXX!!” Rexar tried desperately to stifle the ticklish sneezes that forced its way out to avoid disturbing Remi, although the shower of embers scattering across the table top and the pyros laptop were loud enough to subsequently jolt the wolf awake again. The canine’s thick black hair stuck out wildly in every direction as his emerald eyes scanned the room in confusion. When his gaze finally fell on Rexar who was still sitting at the table with his thick comforter pressed tightly to his suddenly flushed face, Remi quickly adverted his eyes to the floor as his cheeks lit up to match the redhead’s.

“Fuck, I’bm sorry, I didd’t mbeand to—“ the two men reply at the exact moment, before breaking to snort a chuckle at the situation.

Desperate to alleviate the new, slightly awkward atmosphere in the room, the wolf cleared his throat with a small grimace.

“Hey, you trynda sbmoke a blunt? I cad throw od sombe mbinddless TV if you wadnt— I’bm sure you’re bored..” Remi offered, shrugging as he slumped back against the couch, his neon green eyes that were much dimmer than usual scanned the pyro’s reaction for any uneasiness. Of course, Rex was nothing but enthusiastic.

“Fuck, yes please, I’m hella dowdn dude. Anythigg but masterigg this damnd album, ond god..” Rex let out a slightly sheepish chuckle as he stood from his seat, stopping to completely secure the comforter around his broad shoulders and snag the box of tissues from the table before making his way to the couch and plopping himself down next to the wolf. “I do gotta wardn you though.. it’s probably godda make me sdneeze.. so.. beware of that.” He laughed as he palmed the back of his neck sheepishly.

By this time, Remi had already fished out his massive grinder, a pack of Irish Cream Dutch Master cigarillos, and baggie of dark purple herb from one of the almost untouched suitcases that was propped up next to the bed. “Do whatever you godda do. Cand you gridd these while I gut this?” The wolf asked offhandedly, holding out the baggie and his grinder for Rex to take.

The pyro grinned again with a nod, taking the items in his own warm hands and removing the top to the grinder and setting both pieces on his lap. The plastic baggie crinkled softly as he pulled open the zipper, and without thinking, Rex plunged his nose into the bag and attempted to inhale deeply, wanting to take in the pleasurable aroma. However, he only was able to nearly snort, the congestion that made his sinuses home refusing to allow air to pass through, and his cheerful expression faded to one of disappointment.

“Fuck, I forgot..” he mumbled, more so to himself than the wolf, and Remi couldn’t help but laugh deeply, shaking his head with his trademark smirk as he pulled a cigar from the plastic pouch and began to split it down one side between his thumbs.

Rex began to remove the buds from the bag, carefully destemming each one as he broke it apart and stuffed the smaller pieces into the teeth of the grinder, and replaced the top. Smashing the top down with one hand, and tightly gripping the bottom with his other, the pyro began to roughly twist the grinder back and forth until he felt no more resistance, and finally held it out again towards Remi with a grin.

By this time, the wolf had split the entire cigar down the side, and emptied the tobacco guts into the trash that sat next to the couch. With a soft, ticklish cough, Remi cleared his throat before nodding his appreciation to the other, and taking it from his freckled hand.

“Thandks. You wadda fidd somethigg to watch while I roll this?” He offered, raising an eyebrow towards the tv remote that sat on the coffee table in front of the other.

“You got it! I godda show you this odne show Kriia’s got me stuck odn..” the redhead beamed with excitement as he scrambled to lean forward to swipe the remote from the table and turn on the tv.

Glancing up at the tv momentarily, the canine dumped the contents of the grinder into the wrap, and finally began to roll up a blunt for them to share.

Rex had the same huge grin plastered on his face as he turned on a show called “Love Island” and settled back into his comforter against the back of the couch.

The wolf tossed a quizzical look towards the pyro, who met his eyes with both palms raised in front of him defensively.

“Trust mbe, I had the sambe reactiond..” he laughed before swiping at nose quickly with a freckled wrist.

Remi had his doubts, however, he did ask him to find something to watch, so he couldn’t complain all that much.

After a few minutes of Rex’s show filling the silence between them, the wolf held out his hand to show off a perfectly rolled blunt with a proud smirk. “Bars.” He chuckled with pride before putting it between his lips.

“Deed a light?” The pyro asked with a raised eyebrow, and Remi nodded. With a quick snap of his fingers, a small flame shot from the tip of the redhead’s index finger, licking up from the bottom of the blunt and igniting the tip as the other inhaled. After taking a long drag, the wolf removed it from his lips and blew out a large cloud of smoke that slowly spread across the room, before finally passing it. Almost as soon as the smoke left the canine’s lips, Rexar’s eyes began to water, causing him to squint as he took the blunt in his own hand and put it to his lips. He, too, took a long drag and blew out an equally thick cloud, but near instantly his breath snagged and he began to hitch with desperation.

“Hhh—…” The pyro half whined from the intensity, however his expression seemed nearly stuck for a few moments before he sighed, shaking his head. “Ndope, lost it.” He chuckled with an unproductive sniffle, taking another drag off of the blunt before passing it back.

Remi couldn’t help but study him cautiously, but eventually cracked a smirk and took the blunt again. “It’s good, yeah?” He asked, trying to make small talk before inhaling again.

“For sure! It’s rea—.. hhh.. real t— tastyyy—! et’tCHOO!! HH— hah’ESSHH’IUE!! hh'ieXSHHH!!” The pyro muffled his sneeze into the comforter wrapped around his shoulders, a few stray embers dancing through the air and across the floor. “Bless mbe.” He mumbled, producing a liquidy sniffle and a breathy exhale.

“—bless you. Do you always sndeeze in threes?” The wolf asked with a slightly awkward chuckle, coughing deeply to the side for a moment before handing the blunt back.

Rexar looked up with a smirk, taking the blunt between his fingers.

“Literally always.” He replied matter-of-factly, shifting his weight in his spot on the couch and leaning his suddenly heavy head against the back of the couch and hitting the blunt again.

The two passed the blunt back and forth until it was nothing but wrap left, every few times it was passed resulted in another firey triple erupting from Rex, who proceeded to bless himself and brush it off.

Remi smashed the roach into the side of the trash can beside him, putting it out, and tossed it onto the table before slumping back into the couch. He felt extremely heavy, but in a good way, his aching body easily getting comfortable within the soft cushions of the couch. His reddened eyes lazily focused on the show that played on the tv, trying to absorb anything of substance. “Wait, is this evedn the first episode of this show?” He asked after a moment, raising an eyebrow as he looked over at Rex.

The pyro’s blank, open mouthed expression that was lost in the TV didn’t change for a few moments, until suddenly he realized he was being spoken to.

“Shit, sorry, imb mad zooted. I probably should have started it from the begiddidng huh?” He laughed at his own stupidity, grabbing the remote from beside him and adjusting the tv.

Remi burst out in a deep, genuine laugh that shortly dissolved into a harsh coughing fit, but afterward he wasn’t left with a frustrated grimace on his face. He was actually slightly enjoying the others company, although he would never admit to that. The wolf shook his head with a smile as he leaned more into the couch, propping his head up on his elbow, and his focusing his attention on the tv again. After no more than 30 minutes of near silence besides the tv, and the soft coughs or unproductive sniffles of either man, his vision began to unfocus and his eyelids would flutter closed for a moment, before flying back open, trying desperately to fight off his own body’s exhaustion.

His efforts to stay awake worked for a while, but not for long. Soon the quiet, rhythmic sounds of his congested snores replaced his occasional sniffling, and his chin began to slide from his palm, his heavy head lolling towards the redhead.

When Remi’s head inevitably fell to land roughly against Rex’s shoulder, the redhead gasped in surprise, but upon the realization of the situation, he smiled gently. Honestly, he had no idea why everyone seemed to have so much of a distaste for the big guy. He wasn’t all that bad once you got past his defensive outer shell. Chuckling under his breath, he returned his gaze back to the tv that continued to drone on in the background, and leaned his head closer to Remi’s ever so slightly.

“Awh, don’t worry, bud. I had fun with you today too~” Rex whispered with a smug smile on his face, very gently patting to the top of the wolf’s head.

#geezieart #geeziefic #remington connors #rexar fang #snz ocs #snzblr #snz #snezblr #snz kink #snzfucker #sneeze kink #snz things #sickfic #illness whump #coldfucker #contagion #cold sneezes #colds #sneeze fic #snez fic #sick fic #snzfic #snz fic #sneeze fucker #snez kink #sneezeblr #sneezing #snez #sneeze #snz art

[fullmetalscullyy]

time after time for the way it was verse, but instead of after the series im curious about pre series 👀👀 a year or two before royai got married, how did they fall in love??

meg my love!!! thank u for indulging me in my wee au hehehehe

........ i had An Idea and it ran away from me. idk what happened idk where the last 30 minutes went lmao but here u go!!!! does it make sense?? .... !

a wee story about how i like to imagine young royai fell in love in my wee au

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for roy it starts quietly. it sneaks up on him, builds slowly, but when it hits he's like. "huh. yeah... of course!" because he loves her quiet, unseen and unheard passions. from her gardening to her astronomy. she's so knowledgeable on so much but never gets to share it, and roy lives for the moments where he manages to get her to speak of them. he adores how her eyes light up and she looks so happy. it makes him happy. and he grins from ear to ear in his elation and smiles softly at riza, marvelling at the way her cheeks flush pink under his attention. there's a tiny ember of hope within him she may feel some inkling of the same way as him... but he can be patient. he can tell she's not ready to acknowledge anything, so he waits

he'd wait an eternity for her

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for riza, roy is the first person really in years who's showed her any kind of attentiveness and kindness. he listens to her and what she has to say (everything she has to say) which is the most important thing to riza, even if it is shocking and overwhelming. she's not used to such scrutiny, but roy kindly lets her speak as if it is the natural course of things and allows her to use her voice - a drastic change for riza, "trapped" in that house with the quiet, but looming presence of her father, and their monotony

he throws a true spanner in the works of her life.

sometimes (most of the time) it's not appreciated. not in her daily routine, as it has the potential to throw her completely off kilter. riza doesn't welcome that

while she's bemused and baffled about his attentiveness, she immediately develops a crush, even as she doesn't trust him - creating more confusion and frustration

but roy is consistent, patient, and never withdraws his attention and care, like she expects him to, even when she snaps at him. he's surprised and hurt, she's jumbled and defensive, but they're only young. they don't understand these big feelings properly and ultimately, for riza, he's the boy from the city who stole her father's attention. who diverted what should have been hers, away from her. her father dotes on him more than her, and she grows to resent him for it despite everything...

but they grow older. as everything changes personally, her feelings change too. that pesky crush is still there - it flares at the most inopportune times. like when he smiles so brightly and laughs at whatever she's said, even though riza didn't think it was all that funny. roy's belly laugh always fills the room, causing her stomach to flutter as she witnesses his amusement. his joy.

(riza thinks the way his eyes dance as he looks upon her as he laughs is one of life's greatest wonders)

the crush is unexpected when it makes its appearance again, but riza has come to expect it. embrace it.

it's always there

it becomes a comfort

(something to trust in)

and roy continues to act the same way. he brings happiness and laughter into her life, something it was sorely missing while she practically lived alone. and as understanding dawns, riza realises her feelings may be true. real.

its scary

she doesn't trust it. she thinks it's only because roy is the only boy she's ever known, properly

but when one of the boys at school tries to make her smile and laugh, and as they share a quiet moment together at their end of year dance (before they leave school forever), where he kisses her cheek bashfully... riza feels nothing. there's no spark. no blush. nothing like the things she feels when she's around roy

no increase in heart rate

no fluttering pulse

no heat spreading out from her heart and down to her belly

no stomach flip.

realisation dawns

riza realises what she's feeling must be true. if she feels nothing for the boy and everything for roy... then what he makes her feel is true

she really does feel something towards him

it just made sense.

and the journey, figuring it out and allowing herself to embrace it and trust in it - in him - makes her happier than she ever could have imagined

#i blacked out and wrote this what happened #don't ask me what it says LMAO just know i was v i b i n g #does it make sense??? yes. completely <3 (i'll let u be the judge of that lol) #anyway THIS WAS SO FUN #the way it was #emma writes #megthemighty #ask #ask meme

[chaosangel767]

Ahh hopefully im on time 😭😭 can i have july 22th with napoleon, sharing a cold drink? I can't wait to see everything you come up with, dear Chaya ❤️❤️❤️

Darling Mo ❤️ I am always so happy to take a request from you! Thank you for hosting this amazing event with @voltage-vixen. I hope you enjoy 💝

Lemonade

Fandom: IkeVamp

Pairing: Napoleon x F!Reader

Prompt: Sharing a cold drink

Type: NSFW- Minors DNI

CW: kissing, slight body worship, teasing, cunnilingus, penetration, lazy sex

WC:800+

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You toss and turn in the summer heat, sleep evading you in the breezeless night. Giving up on sleeping for the moment, you stretch your sore muscles and untangle yourself from your lover's hold. Pressing a kiss to his sleeping face, you slip on a robe and make for the kitchen, looking for a cool treat. It isn’t long before you find the fresh lemonade you had hidden away earlier. Barely able to contain your excitement you prepare a large glass of ice and pour in the sweet and refreshing liquid. Not wanting to be interrupted with your prize, you hurry back to your room, slipping out of the hot robe. Placing the glass on the nightstand you sit back in bed. Arms wrap around your body, instantly as you are pulled back into your lover's embrace.

“Where did you go” He grumbles into your neck, eyes still closed.

“To get a drink,” you lean your head back and catch his lips in a lazy kiss. You feel his shock at your cold lips and a different type of heat flares up in your core as he deepens the kiss. He explores your mouth, seeking all the lingering flavor of the lemonade. Only once he has kissed you breathless do his eyes pop open and he props himself up on an elbow.

“Did you bring some back?” His eyes land on the glass next to you and he reaches over to steal the drink. You are too sleepy to protest his actions and just watch him drink your precious lemonade. As he places the drink back on the nightstand, his sluggish movements have him spilling some on you. Lemonade droplets race down your body and you yelp at the cold sensation.

“Hold still” He murmurs, his tongue catching the rogue drips. The sensation of his warm tongue and cold lips against your skin has you quivering, soft gasps of his name fall from your lips.

“This lemonade tastes so much better like this” He murmurs against your skin, his hand flicks more of the cold liquid along your stomach before lapping it up with his tongue. The heat is building lower in your core with all the teasing and you let out soft moans. The lazy smile on Napoleon's face tells you he knows exactly what he doing to you. His hands move down to grip your thighs, moving his face down until he is teasing your inner thigh. His tongue has long been cooled by the liquid and now he ghosts it above your clit, watching the way you jerk in pleasure. Pulling you back to him, he laps at the sensitive bud, still recovering from earlier activities. Your hand laces in his locks, tugging him lower to your entrance, begging for a break. Napoleon kisses your thigh apologetically, his tongue tracing your folds instead. Your eyes can’t leave his face, watching him pleasure you, feeling the heat build inside you, your toes curling. Napoleon's nose brushes your clit and the coil snaps.

Crying out his name, your legs shake around his head as he continues to pleasure you through your orgasm. Soft swears leave your lips as you finally start to come down and Napoleon leaves your core. Another flash of heat fills your body at the sight of him, his chin glistening in your juices, his hair messed up from your grip. Climbing back up your body, he presses a kiss to your lips, and you taste the faint taste of your arousal. His erection presses up against your entrance and you shift against him.

“You are insatiable tonight Nunuche” He murmurs against your lips, his teasing bringing a flush to your face.

“All I want is you” You murmur, the longing between your legs is evident as you rock against him.

“Then you’ll have me” He promises, freeing his erection before lining it up to your entrance.

The room is filled with sighs and whispers as he eases in, your body accommodating him easily. The feeling has your legs wrapping around his waist and your arms bringing his face to yours, holding tight. Napoleon smiles down at you, resting his head against yours as he moves lazily, thrusting in you and fully sheathing in you to hear you mewl his name. Scratches litter his back at his slow, lazy pace, his lips lavishing your face and neck in kisses. Your orgasm builds slowly, Napoleon's irregular thrusts signify his is near too. Like a slow fire that burns through your nerves, it overwhelms your senses. Feeling like you are floating, you are only briefly aware of Napoleon spilling his seed in you and how his lips finally find yours. Napoleon finally settles the two of you back together, making sure you drink some cold water, he also lets you finish the las of the lemonade.

“Tomorrow I will help you make more” He promises as the two of you drift off.

#ikemen vampire smut #ikevamp smut #ikemen vampire napoleon #ikevamp napoleon #summer of smut 3.0 #summer of smut writing challenge #summer of smut content creation challenge #chayaasks

[jonathandaviskisser]

ghost!vance x GN!reader who refuses to accept his death

love this idea. it’s so sad. sorry if this isn’t that really great! this is my first time actually posting a fic loll. ALSO someone sent an ask for this whole entire plot and I HAVE NO IDEA WHERE IT WENT IM SO SORRY

16 AND UP DNI!!!!!

1,186 words

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cw - ANGST, abduction, mentions of blood, swearing, mentions of death, arguing

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Surely this wasn’t real. This had to be a dream. You would swap out any one of your kidneys if it meant making this reality a fantasy. A horrible, gruesome fantasy.

Hissing through your teeth painfully, you used every bit of strength in your body to sit yourself up on that beaten up mattress. The man said he wouldn’t hurt you. Then why did he even have you in the first place? This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. You did nothing wrong. All you wanted was find your missing boyfriend. Not this. Shaking your head, shivers were sent down your spine and the hairs on your arms and legs flared up. As you could see from the small window, it was raining. And you were surrounded by concrete. It was definitely colder in the basement than it was outside. You couldn’t help but let your eyes gloss with tears. You wanted to scream and cry, you wanted to tear the mattress apart until the only thing left on it was the blood from your fingers. But you physically couldn’t. Your body was still sore and weak. A single tear fell from your eye and a low sob escaped your lips. Closing your eyes you leaned against a nearby wall, your body sliding down onto the ground slowly. You leaned your head back, your knees now up to your chest and your breathing unsteady. You would’ve stayed like that forever and cried for the rest of the night, but the sudden sound of a telephone’s ringing cut off your breakdown. You gasped, flinching and snapping your head up to where the noise was coming from. Placed on another gray concrete wall was a black telephone, in which you hadn’t noticed until now. Shortly after, you scrambled up onto your feet, your legs carrying you over to the phone in hopes that you could call someone for help. But why would the man leave an unsupervised phone down here for the victim he’d just kidnapped? Dumb man. Whatever, you weren’t complaining.

“Hello?!” You spoke, your volume mild. Staring down at the ground, your legs shook as all you could hear was low static emitting from the phone. You gulped. “Hel-“

“Motherfucker! He fucking took them! I should’ve killed him when I had the fucking chance!” A deep voice erupted from the phone’s speaker. It seemed like they were talking to themselves. Puzzled, you spoke again.

“Hello?! Who-“

“[name].”

You blinked. You knew that voice. You were familiar with how you felt when you heard your name roll off of that boy’s tongue.

“…Vance?”

“[name], I’m-“

“Holy shit! Vance! Where are you?! Are you okay?! Oh my god, Vance, I’m so happy to-“

“[name], listen to me. We’re gonna get you out of here, alright?”

You were too excited and relieved to even process what your boyfriend was saying. You knew he was alive. He was here calling you, after all.

“Vance! Where are you calling from?! This telephone works! Just tell me where you are and I’ll call the cops!”

“No, [name]. You cant. It’s already too late for that.”

“What are you talking about?”

Staring deep into the telephone’s detail, you suddenly noticed how it’s wiring was disconnected. Your face, now scrunched, was plastered with a severely confused expression. You huffed, letting out a low “What?” The silence on the other line told you that you’ve found your answer.

“This doesn’t make sense.”

“No shit. You cant save me, babyface. Not anymore. I’m already dead.”

“No, you’re not. You’re right here, talking to me. You can’t be dead.”

“[name]-“

“Hang up the phone.”

Startled, your grip on the phone tightened.

Slowly, and with wide eyes, you hung up the phone. There before you stood The Grabber, a very unpleasant expression present on his mask.

“It doesn’t work. Not ever since I was your age.”

However, instead of finding yourself clouded by fear, you found yourself boiling with anger. Your fists were clenched, and your knuckles were turning white. You furrowed your eyebrows, adjusting your body to fully face The Grabber.

“Where’s Vance?” You spat out, your tone of voice clearly angry.

“What?” The Grabber replied, setting the tray of eggs and soda down on the ground.

“I said, where’s Vance.”

“I don’t have him. Someone else took him.”

Now what really, really pissed you off was the nerve he had to deny it. You scoffed, standing your ground.

“Liar!” You shouted at The Grabber.

This definitely did not make him happy. If it already wasn’t clear enough by his mask, he wasn’t in the best mood. Al was on the verge of snapping, but he reminded himself that this was only the first stage.

“Where is he!?”

“I don’t know!”

“You’re lying!”

As much as you hated to say it, you couldn’t take it anymore. Vance had been gone for so long, your desperation to see him again was growing by the second. Your hopes were up more now than ever before, and you weren’t gonna let this opportunity to see your boyfriend again go.

You continued to scream and shout at the masked man, the air in the basement thickening tremendously as the two of you fought. You stomped away from him, tearing apart whatever was in sight. You went into the bathroom, ripping the toilet cover off and throwing it to the concrete wall. You looked into the room with the checkered floor, trying to find Vance. Eventually Al had enough of it, considering your stubborn demeanor didn’t seem like it was going to fade off anytime soon. Stomping towards your tense figure, Al pulled out the canned drugs he’d used on you before. He grabbed you by your neck, forcing you into his chest.

You were unconscious again.

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You woke up to the sound of the telephone ringing. Your head hurt. Sitting up, you noticed two shattered soda glasses on the ground near where The Grabber had stood before. A few droplets of blood that didn’t belong to you as well.

You picked up the phone. You could hear Vance’s heavy breathing, indicating he was angry. Your eyes began to sting, tears now on the verge of pouring out of your eyes.

“You can’t be dead.” You sobbed, not even bothering to wipe the snot and tears on your face.

“I’m sorry baby. I tried to fight, but.. it wasn’t enough.”

#the black phone #the black phone movie #vance hopper #vance hopper/reader #vance hopper x reader #vance hopper the black phone #black phone movie #the black phone 2022 #black phone 2022 #black phone #the grabber

[plantdaddy3]

The Arcana Julian x Magician Apprentice fic

The apprentice is pretty pissed that Julian is lying to everyone about killing the count. While the trial is in recess, they have some things to say to him. Though, they could never be angry enough to make him possible to resist… not that he can resist either. MC needs to prove to Julian that they can do this together.

Takes place after the murder trial in julian’s route has taken place, but before the verdict is given. I think this piece will be the first in a series of “Places I think Julian and my OC should’ve banged but the game is 12+”:p

The apprentice should be written gender neutral! Have fun with your OCs:)

!Mature! There is detailed smut in this. Viewer discretion advised!

Also! Im considering writing a follow up fic to this one where Julian returns the favor;) so let me know if y’all want that!

My steps echo through the dungeon as I walk down the cobblestone stairs. Angry tears threaten my eyes as I approach the cell that held the moronic man I’d been so unfortunate to fall in love with.

I nod to the guard who opened the cell and step inside. “Can you please give us a moment,” I request, never taking my piercing stare off of his pale eyes. By the look on his face, he knows he’s in trouble.

“I’m sorry, magician. The Countess said it was not safe for you to be left alone with him. I am to stay at my post in case something happens.”

“Oh, believe me. I’m not the one you should be worried about.” My nostrils flare as I watch emotions flash across Julian’s face— probably some fear, some arousal.

“I’m sorry?” The guard questions. I take a deep breath and come back to my senses.

“Nothing, my apologies.” I pull my gaze away from Julian and focus on the guard. “I’m afraid I must insist on some privacy. He’s a skeptic and won’t talk around just anyone. If the Countess is displeased, tell her I insisted and that she may speak to me about it.”

The guard stands still for a moment, looking unsure. After a beat, he gives a nod. “Very well. Don’t be long.”

“We won’t, thank you.” I watch carefully as the guard walks off, and as soon as he is free from my vision, I stomp my way towards Julian.

“Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes. Er.. well… eye, I suppose,” He fumbles, trying to hide the fear and concern with a smirk.

“Quiet.” I command, pinning him against the wall, chains clattering as they hit it alongside him. He flushes and fixes me with a roguish smile, but it won’t be enough this time. “What the hell are you doing?”

“Why, I’m just admiring the view. And what a lovely, lovely view it is— augh!” I slide my hand under the seam of his shirt and pinch a sensitive area on his hip. Unfortunately, I am unsure if his noise is one of pain or pleasure.

“Stop it, Julian. This isn’t the time. I need you to talk to me.” I feel my mask slip for a moment, concern and fear taking the place of bitter anger. “Please.”

His eyes soften as he stares down at me through fluttering eyelashes, but before I know it he clenches his jaw and his gaze turns hard once more. “I’m telling the truth, my dear. I have to pay for my crime of mur—“

“I’m not sure who exactly you think you are fooling, but it sure as hell isn’t me. You did not kill Lucio. So, it would be in your best interest to answer me honestly. Why are you doing this?” I try to be stern, but I can feel the act slipping away the longer I stared at him. I’m terrified, and it’s getting harder and harder to hide that. I assume by the look in his eyes that he can tell.

He’s silent for a long moment, allowing the weight in my chest to sink more and more. Once again I watch his eyes gloss over as if I were a stranger. As if we hadn’t been in this whole thing together up until this point.

“Perhaps, my darling magician, you just don’t know me as well as you thought you did.” I open my mouth to speak, but he silences me with a leather finger. “I know it must be disappointing to find that I really was the murderer all along, especially with everything we’ve been through, but it’s the truth.” He pauses, an emotion swirling in his eyes that I can’t quite place. “You need to know that.”

I know I’m losing him and that I have to act fast. He’s always been stubborn, but this was on another level. I need him to snap out of whatever dramatic fit this is before it’s too late. I run my hand up his body, starting at his wrist and trailing up past his neck and jawline before reaching into his hair and tangling my fingers through his auburn curls. He can’t resist a smile as his chained hands make their way to my waist.

“Oh, my dear, you are just the loveliest vision in all of—ugh.” His shameless flirtations are cut short when I tighten my grip on his locks, pulling him closer to me so he can’t escape my gaze. I drag my eyes over every inch of his face, stopping on his lips for a moment longer than I intend to. Even as furious as I am with him, it’s hard to resist them— to resist him. He flushes under my stare and flicks his tongue over his lower lip after noticing my attraction to them. I lean closer, our noses touching and lips brushing ever so slightly. He makes a low sound in the back of his throat as I tease a kiss but don’t deliver. Instead, I pull back far enough to look into his eyes, but not so far that our breaths stop mixing. My nose still brushes his.

“Why can’t you just trust me, Julian?” I ask, my voice a low whisper. My hand moves from his hair to the back of his neck and I feel every part of my body betraying me. I can feel myself slipping as the desire takes over.

His eyes are dark, suggesting he’s enduring the same struggle. “I trust you more than anyone, darling. It’s not about trust.” His lips barely move as he speaks and his eyelids droop as we draw closer again. He rests his forehead against mine as he speaks. “It’s about keeping you safe.”

With those words, anger fills my body once again. I push him away from me and back away from his concerned stare. “We are not doing this again, Julian. Absolutely not.” He opens his mouth to speak, but this time it’s my turn to shut him down. I move towards him and place my palm over his mouth, trying to ignore the satisfaction I feel when I see his eyes widen and feel him sink into my touch. “Now, you listen to me, Doctor,” I begin, my voice dropping to a low, almost growling register, “You insist that you need to do things alone but you don’t. In fact, you won’t ever face trials alone as long as I’m here. And no matter how hard you push, I’m not moving. You will not drive me out of your life because I won’t let you!” I move my hand from his mouth to cup his chin, pulling his face towards mine to look at his eyes closer. My gaze switches from eye to eye has I study him, trying to decipher what thoughts are swirling behind them. “Is that understood, Dr. Devorak?” I see him flush at the use of his name in such a way, making heat rush to the bottom of my stomach as I feel the desire crawling over me, suffocating me and silencing any coherent thought. He makes it impossible to focus.

He nods slowly, moving my hand cautiously into his and bringing it up to his lips. He places a soft kiss on the back of my hand and then folds it between his own. “I understand, my dear. I feel the same about you. That’s why I have to do this.” His eyes are apologetic and sad. I feel my stomach sink, fearing no words in this realm would pass into his thick skull and actually stick. Desperation claws at me as I sink into the warmth of his touch, savoring every twitch of his fingers in mine in case it’s the last.

Before I can think properly my free hand is moving, snaking up his body to cradle the back of his head and pulling him into a kiss. He makes a surprised noise against my lips, but eagerly returns my sentiments. The kiss is messy and desperate. I try to touch every inch of his lips with mine and attempt to memorize the taste. Julian may be a mystery on many fronts but I know one thing for sure: he wants me just as much as I want him. I can tell by the way his lips caress mine, the low groans and whimpers he produces, the begging way his hand finds the small of my back to pull me closer. He couldn’t deny it if he tried— though, I don’t think he would.

After several intoxicating moments, I reluctantly pull away. A displeased whimper comes from the back of his throat as he tries to chase my mouth to no avail. I step on my tip toes to bring my mouth up to his ear, brushing my teeth teasingly along his earlobe. I can feel him shiver and it fills me with satisfaction. “Fine,” I begin, whispering into his ear, seduction dripping from the word, “If words won’t work…” I trail my hand down his long figure, starting at his throat and moving down his chest before resting my hand right above the bulge in his pants that he’s had ever since I pushed him against the wall. His adam’s apple bobs as his eyelids droop. I can feel his heartbeat against my chest. “…Maybe actions will.” With that, I move my hand to grope the bulge, earning a strangled sigh from him as he melts into my touch. He was putty in my hands and I had barely done anything yet.

“No, no, I don’t deserve— ahh. What if the guard— fuck.” Fruitless attempts at diversion leave his lips as I stroke him through his pants. He tilts his head up, eyes rolling back as he bites his lips to keep his moans quiet. “Are you sure that you really—“

“Julian,” I scold, causing him to stop talking and focus his eyes back on me. I raise my chin to give him a quick kiss— too quick for either of our likings. I remove my hand from his bulge, making him squirm in response. I stare into his eyes, mine filled with determination and purpose. “Do you want me?”

“Yes,” He responds breathlessly, “I— yes” He seizes my mouth in his hungrily, barely stopping to come up for breath. I fumble with his belt, slipping it from his waist and tugging his pants down. I free his cock, watching it spring up as if begging for my touch. I oblige, wrapping my hand along him and stroking slowly in an agonizing fashion. He thrusts up into my hand, begging for more, but I withhold. A chorus of ‘please’ combined with my name leave his swollen lips. I throb and ache at the sounds of his begging.

I place a kiss on his lips before separating myself and falling to my knees. His eyes widen slightly as I close my lips around his head, swirling my tongue teasingly. I move my hand down to cup his balls, his cock twitching against my lips in response. I fight a prideful grin as I continue to caress him with my tongue. He throws his head back and tangles a hand in his hair, mouth hanging open to allow the whimpers and moans to flow freely. I take my mouth off of his cock with a loud pop, resulting in a fountain of words of protest.

“No—fuck— please don’t stop. Oh, please, please” He whines, making my stomach flip. I bite my lip to keep from making any sounds myself.

“Patience, Dr. Devorak,” I tease. “Don’t worry your pretty little head. I’m going to take good care of you. I want you to feel good.” I trail kisses along his cock as I speak. He growls. “Do you know why? Because, I care about you,” I say with intention, staring into his eyes and moving my hand along him. His eyes soften.

He groans. “God, I do not deserve you.” He drops a hand to my head, running his fingers affectionately through my hair. A grin sneaks through my barriers this time. “I mean you’re just so lovely. And I’m… well I’m a mess. I just bring ruin everywhere, and I— ohhhh”

I cut off his existential rant by returning my mouth to his cock, bobbing my head up and down and using a hand to stroke where my mouth doesn’t touch. His fingers tighten around my hair and a moan escapes my throat, the sound vibrating around him.

“Fuck I— do that again. Please, please do that again.”

I oblige, humming as I move. I’m met with an abundance of yes and just like that. I can feel him hardening more and more with every minute that passes. I move down until he touches the back of my throat and swallow, earning a strangled groan.

“God, that too. You are a vision, my dear— ahhh”

I continue, following his moans as a guide for what to do. When something makes his knees wobble or results in a delicious sound from his lips, I make sure to repeat the action until he sings my name. Seeing him this vulnerable is almost too much for me. Both my heart and my arousal swell at the thought of him. It’s clear to me how much I love him, I only hope it will become clear to him as well.

I feel him grow in my mouth and I know he’s close. I move my head faster, swirling my tongue skillfully and twisting my hand as I stroke. He thrusts himself into my mouth, holding tight to my hair for balance as his knees threaten to give out on him.

“I’m— ahh— I’m going to—“ He tugs on my hair, warning me to take my mouth off, but fight against it and continue moving. “I— fuck— are you sure?” He asks, noting my persistence. I nod, humming along him as I move. It doesn’t take him long after that to come apart in my hands. I slow down but never to a full stop, milking him to his last drop. His noises and praises seem never ending, and I savor every single one of them. His cock twitches as the sensitivity kicks in. Once I’m sure I’ve drank all of him, I remove my mouth. I clean him up with my tongue before fastening him back in his pants. Exhausted, he falls down beside me, breath still heavy. I wipe my mouth as he looks at me with adoration in his eyes and a small smile playing on his lips. I sigh, feeling my heart lighten at the way he’s looking at me.

He takes my hand, kissing the back of it and trailing the kisses up my arm and neck until reaching my lips. I probably still taste of him, but neither of us seems to mind. He kisses me slowly, full of passion. It’s gentler than our previous ones, as if he thinks he may break me if he’s not careful. As he pulls away and a satisfied sigh leaves my nose. I brush my fingers through his hair, unable to keep the smile off of my lips. He leans forward, pressing our foreheads together. We sit in a comfortable silence for a moment.

He’s the first to break it. “I’m sorry,” He grumbles, moving his head and burying it in my shoulder. My fingers play with the hair on the nape of his neck. His arms wrap around me, pulling me in close.

“You don’t have to be sorry, Julian.” I move my other hand to run up and down his back. I feel him sink into me. “I understand your thought process. But I also know how much I care for you and how much I want you to be safe and happy.” I feel him sigh as he tightens his grip around me as if I may disappear.

“A part of me knows that and has known it all along,” He grumbles into my shoulder, “I just… couldn’t stand if anything happened to you… If anyone hurt you— god, if I hurt you— I’d just—“

“Shh…” I coo, pulling him closer. I continue to rub his back until I feel the tension in his shoulders dissipate.

He pulls his head up, looking me in the eye before speaking again. “You are everything to me, my dear. I pray my feelings for you are never in question.”

My smile widens as I look at him, brushing hair out of his eye to see him better. “The feeling is very much mutual.” I lace my fingers with his. “And we’re going to get through this together. You do deserve me, and so much more.”

He chuckles. “Oh, my lovely vision, if I have you I already have everything I need.” I mirror the smile that rests on his lips as he fixes the spots in my hair he had previously messed up. I lean in for a kiss, but we both jump away as we hear metal boots clanking down the stairs. We look to the stairs and then at each other, wide eyed and flushed. We scurry to our feet and I brush my hair with my fingers, nervous he missed something while trying to fix it. I stifle a laugh at his poor attempt to tuck in his shirt, earning an eye roll and a sharp ‘shh!’.

The guard makes his way back into the cell. “My apologies, magician. I was told to alert you that the recess is coming to an end and the verdict is about to be read.” I feel my stomach drop. As much as I enjoyed my time in here with Julian, I failed to get any important information. He must see the concern in my face because he rushes towards me, putting both hands on my shoulders and pulling me close enough to whisper.

“I have a plan. Come find me after the verdict and I’ll explain everything. No incentive needed. Unless, of course, you want to—“

His flirtatious whispers are cut short by the guard pulling him off of me. “Keep your hands off, murderer,” he spits, but Julian is far too focused on me to process the insult, a playful smirk sitting on his lips. I force a straight face, narrowing my eyes in attempts to keep a scowl.

“That’s quite all right, I finished things up here anyway.” I give him a pointed look and he quirks an eyebrow at me. I force myself to look away. “Thank you for letting me speak to him.”

The guard nods and I begin to leave to cell despite the force begging me to stay. Just as I’m about to reach the stairs, his voice calls out to me. I turn back towards him.

“Thank you for your… help, magician. Please, do let me know if you want me to—er— return the favor,” He teases, throwing me a suggestive look. My cheeks flush as I manage a nod. Luckily, I keep my smile from forming until I’m up the stairs and out of anyone’s eye. My fingers caress the stone walls as I walk, feeling much lighter than when I arrived.

#julian devorak #the arcana #arcana game #julian devorak fan fiction #thearcana fanfiction

[tommytranselo]

nobody asked for these but i have some transman!sam headcanons bc Yes Im Projecting and also im in hella pain so here we go

• despite being on testosterone for literal fucking years, Sam still has a menstrual cycle. and he fuckin hates it and the dysphoria it brings. he’s only in his 30’s so he still has at least a fucking decade or so left before menopause is even on the table.

• he has endometriosis. yes im projecting because i have it and im in fuckin pain as we speak. he has endometriosis and it ties into his dysphoria with his menstrual cyles. on days he’s having a flare up, depending on how bad it is, he will still come in to work but it’ll be hella late. like hours late. will tell the Don he’s just feeling under the weather but he’s in bed with multiple heating pads and a bucket for vomiting. On days he menstruates, he just doesn’t come in for work at all. literally cannot move, will not try to move. is bleeding through his boxers and sheets. VERY heavy flow. that gunshot wound he has in his tummy from the country trip had jack shit on the pain he’s experiencing right now. Has a severe case of endometriosis but no one knows that bc its the 1930’s and info about endo was practically nonexistent back then.

• knew he was trans at the age of 13 and it was literal hell for him, especially growing up with a violently homophobic father and an extremely distant mother, he had no one to turn to. cut his hair for the first time when he ran away at 15. used to bind in literally the most horrible fuckin ways, used ANYTHING he could get his hands on. ribs STAYED bruised and sore/tender but it didnt match the fuckin euphoria he felt.

• literally didn’t start T until he turned 19 and Sam was already androgynous looking, so him starting T had helped a tremendous amount with looking EXACTLY how he wanted. literally took no time for more masculine features to come in, for his voice to drop, for more body hair to grow (he’s also Italian so like. body hair was gonna be there to begin with LMAO)

• experimented with masculine names but none of them seemed to fit. literally landed with Sam bc Of All Names That’s The One That Stuck The Most. Heavily considered Giovani but it gave him The Ick so… no >:(

• is bisexual and it took him finding out he was trans to figure that out as well

• Sam has an older sister who knows he’s trans and to this day she’s the only one that knows

• has a horrible fuckin sweet tooth when he’s on his period but can’t eat shit until like the 4th day (once again, thanks endo)

• hates having to buy menstrual pads KNOWING they’re for him. hates having to buy anything thats considered “feminine hygiene” because for fucks sake “i didnt ASK for this.”

• most likely has had cysts burst during outings while at work and he bares the pain and blanks out the thought of it being fatal bc he literally cannot even think of going to the doctor and them finding out…

• had top surgery at 21

• has wanted to tell Paulie and Tommy he’s trans but would literally rather k!ll himself than taking that risk and losing them. doesn’t even know how to bring it up.

i have a shit ton more that i want to say but my pain is getthing the best of me and im so sorry if these are shitty :(

adding onto the name thing–i like the idea of him drifting from town to town over a few years, using different names in every place he went before finally settling on one.  and he definitely does seem the type to just...keep everything extremely secret even as risk to his own health.

also i’m sorry you’re in pain anon :(

#ask #headcanons #sam trapani

[sol1loqu1st]

for the last couple days since i got my cane ive been able to just. go out and do stuff again. i'm still trying to take it easy, especially since being on my feet all day every day at work for literally 12+ days straight (with very few breaks before that), while already dealing with intense pain and trying to recover from a flare, really did a number on me, but like. idk dude i know i keep talking abt this but i havent been able to go out consistently in months!!!! i suddenly have spoons to spare for activities again!!!! honestly i didnt even realize how much energy i was putting into just trying to calculate if i can make it across the fuckin parking lot or whatever without hurting myself and i just. dont have to do that nearly as much anymore, i can use my cane to help me balance and take a little pressure off most of the time and if/when my legs start to hurt i can slow down and put more weight on it and i just. holy Shit!!!! i wasnt sure if it would help and honestly i felt a little like i was giving up at first but my god i feel more free than i have in YEARS. my ONLY gripes are that my arm is pretty sore and my palm is a bit bruised from using it without any padding yesterday (made myself a lil glove with some light padding that helped today) and that i cant use it at work due to needing both hands free. other than that i'm just. like. i love my cane im going to cry

#i guess i should prob start tagging this shit ajcjzjvjsj #disability blogging

[quadraphonictypewriter]

I am feeling very very stressed and overwhelmed and I just want to scream, it's like sensory overload but information overload at the same time. Task overload.

#i feel ashamed about it and thats why its hard to address it. #because im overwhelmed from tasks. i dokt get to do things for me #my boyfriend was sitting at the table and smoking while looking at stuff online. he kept talking to me about his finds #but meanwhile i made a cake (which was my own birthday cake) and then cleaned up #made bread dough and made supper. ate supper with him. then cleaned up again. made coffee and sat down #only to be asked to look at stuff online. and then we had to go to bed to get up early today #i barely sat down and it stresses me out #but i feel so bad because he works all week in a shitty office job and i have housework but as soon as hes off the clock #hes asking me to do things (sometimes wjrth him if he can do part of it) and i dokt have a break between then #like today: i prepped the bread to bake and then did the dishes. i said i was miffed avout having to dishes to wash so early in the day #he said -well its not so bad youll be done in a minute then make breakfast- like. yeah but IM the one making breakfast. so i have to BOTH #and sometimes it gets so exhausting. #he sleeps better than i do too. last night we went to bed at 10pm with the alarm set for 6:30am. he fell asleep at 10:05 but me at midnight #i woke up at 2am to pee and then at 5:30am i wake up and so does he. i drink water and he goes to pee then asks the time #when i told him he said -does it evsn make a difference if we get up now- so i went -absolutely it does. im sleeping- #like!! you slept solid for 7 hours but i barely slept 5 hours tossing and turning #the new pain meds are helping so my baseline pain is like 3 or 4 on a scale to 10 instead of being 6/10. #but im still sore all the time and it flares up #and I'm not sleeping well and i had to stopt therapy because of no in-person appointments. im struggling and its exhausting #i appreciate everything that he does for us and i know he works so hard. but im struggling and its hard to admit it because i feel bad #i feel bad because his work is hard too. sow why should i complain? im a housewife. but im a young woman and ive had years of struggle #and im not completely out of it #anyway. thats it for now #kelly.tor

[quirklessidiot]

; dastardly (rebellious!older!gn!reader x Kita Shinsuke; high school au) ; unrequited love, older woman & younger man dynamics (reader is a few years older than him), mild angst ; in which kita shinsuke has a huge crush on his next door neighbor who’ll probably never notice him.

Warnings: smoking, mild violence

notes: this is a small warm up as I slowly get back to writing. Im continuing my Gojo/Toji & nanami series once again Hsjshdjsd hELP i mISSED YOU ALL ALSO I HUST WANNA SHAre WOULD U GUYS WANNA SEE THE ART JJK/HAIKYUU MERCH I GOT FOR MYSELF SJEHHDD I LOVE FAN ARTISTS SM I SPLURGED SINCE ITD ALMOST MY BIRTH MONTH🤩😭

Kita Shinsuke doesn’t know what love is.

At the mere age of thirteen, the idea of cute crushes on people his age didn’t worm it’s way to his thoughts. It was all about academics, volleyball, and doing his chores. Despite the popularity amongst his peers and the shy confessions, he shuts them down with a blank look and the words, “What is that? That sounds like a waste of time.”

It changes one summer day though, in the form of well, you.

Kita has never seen someone with piercings, henna tattoos or unevenly chopped hair before.

He recalls his parents, shying him away from you, muttering something about being the devil’s incarnate or something along those lines because of your appearance. Kita wouldn’t deny the first-hand intimidation, you looked like you were going to pummel him or do something if he ever tried to get in your way even if he was three years younger than you but that didn’t really stop the middle schooler from observing you from afar.

The boy wasn’t blind.

You were beautiful, no tattoo, piercing or whatsoever could hide it (not that it made you hideous, in fact, Kita thinks it highlights you well and shows a bit of your personality)

He’s reminded of those people he sees on tv whenever he sees you. In the small town, you stood out like a sore thumb and you didn’t seem to give a single ounce of care.

Maybe that's why he got more curious despite his parents warnings, you were so different from what he was accustomed to and he likes that idea. So he continued to stare from afar and you didn’t seem to notice at all, really.

The first time he actually gets to talk to you is a year later.

The boy, now fourteen, was on his way home from school alone. He was nibbling on some umeboshi and he finds you standing there in front of a man who’s a whole foot taller than you, he notices the flaring nostrils and clenched fist as if he was getting ready to pummel you down despite being an opposite gender.

Kita does something out of character next, he runs to your side, dropping his food in the process to help you. The boy is never scared or nervous, why would he be? But the rather large figure of the man isn’t exactly a big help in the moment.

“You shouldn’t do that.” Kita’s voice doesn’t shake, it never does. Growing up, he picked up that being nervous wouldn’t lead you to anywhere good in life, he had to at least not look like a fool in front of you after doing this.

The six foot something man was about to lay a finger on him but before he could react, you’re grabbing the giant’s wrist and twisting it in a rather painful position as you land a rough punch on his nose, Kita’s eyes widen as he sees the man’s blood trickle on your knuckles.

He’s never seen a stranger’s blood before nor has he ever seen a fight like this yet when he sees the glint of amusement in your eyes, he comes down to the hypothesis that you were used to this lifestyle. He watches as the man staggers away while you stand there, remaining composed as if you just hadn’t pummeled a six foot something man, “First time?” you ask, your gaze still at where the man stood a while ago.

“Yeah.” He muttered, “I apologize, I-”

“Your parents would’ve killed me if something happened to ya,” You paused, turning to him, “What’s your name again?”

Kita feels something bloom on his stomach and not in a good way, you didn’t know his name, “Kita...Kita Shinsuke...I’m your nei-”

“Neighbor, right.” You cut him off, grabbing the tissue on his hand without even asking, “I know. You’re the type of kid my parents want to have.”

He’s not sure what he should feel about that fact.

“Look, if you see me in that position. Look the other way, nothing good comes out of you nosing in on my business.” you continue as you toss the tissue to the side and walk ahead of him, leaving him standing there alone under the streetlights.

Kita Shinsuke doesn’t know the budding feeling growing on his chest.

He only realizes later on that this is what many would call, a school boy crush.

The first time Kita realizes that this was something more than a little interest is when he feels his cheeks flush red when he sees you in white. It was your older brother’s engagement party that day, you wore something very ethereal that he couldn’t even recognize you at all.

He hears his heart hammering on his chest and feels the tips of his ears turn bright red, if it weren’t for the mask he wore, he’d be dead meat.

You looked amazing.

Angelic even.

This makes the boy pale when he comes to the realization that this wasn’t just mere interest, he had a crush on his neighbor. What’s even worse, a high school senior who only saw him as the annoying brat next door.

Kita shinsuke hates the idea of liking you, you were completely unattainable and he didn’t like that feeling. It made him sick, he had asked his grandma about it and all she did was laugh at him and tell him that it was a normal thing.

Yet the young boy wants to refuse to believe that idea. He doesn’t fantasize you but he hopefully wishes that you’d see him in a better light. So, for the next few years, he tries to be nice and more open to you. He makes good mochi’s and apparently he overheard your love for them, so he makes you one yet when he’s about to give them to you one day, you’re standing out your home next to this tall and lanky stranger and exchanging saliva.

It was disgusting and Kita knows that disturbing you would only put him in a worse light.

He tries to make conversation too yet you wave him off.

Uncharacteristically, he sort of gives up after he hears that you were moving. Apparently despite the appearance and aura you gave, you were accepted in a huge university in Tokyo. Kita feels something strange bloom on his chest, he immediately runs to his grandma that day and asks her about it.

She tells him a new word.

Heartbreak.

Odd.

Was that how it felt like?

He wants to ease the little cracks on it so he decides that maybe he should talk to you again, it wouldn’t be too bad to try right? So one night, before you leave, here he is, carrying out the garbage while you stand there outside your gate on your phone. Typing away as usual.

“Congratulations.” He starts, “I heard from my okaasan you got in a good Uni.”

Your brow is upturned, kita always prided himself with being good at reading people but for some odd reason, he can’t ever do that with you.

“You’re too damn good, aren’t ya?” You shrug, stuffing the phone back in your pocket, there was no malice in your tone this time much to the young boy’s surprise, “Kinda feel like I’ve been too much of an prick to ya.”

“You were fine.”

“Still the nice one, huh?” You muttered, shaking your head, “well, i hope ya keep doing whatever you're doing, kid.”

That was all you said and despite the seemingly niceness of the conversation, Kita is still disappointed.

He wishes you’ll stop calling him that.

#haikyuu x you #haikyu scenarios #haikyuu fanfics #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenarios #kita shinsuke #haikyuu #kita x you #kita x reader #kita x y/n #haikyuu hcs #hq angst

[smutsonian]

Or having a safe word with ransom drysdale and one night using it because it is all getting too much and him ignoring you saying it so you start trying to push him off you and cry but that just causes him to carry on

limits

ransom drysdale x reader

summary: ransom shows you just how much he loves you?

warnings: DARK!RANSOM, there’s some gaslighting happening here, SMUT, NONCON/DUBCON, overstimulation, safe words, not proofread, basically just p*rn

word count: 1.1k (guess im putting this on the oneshot list 

an: I so badly wanted to post something today so I tried to shit something out today and this happened so if this is all over the place, my bad. Let me know if i forgot something 😅

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Ransom has you gagged while he continues to go down on you, giving you what seems to be your fourth (or was it fifth?) orgasm with his mouth. It was pleasurable at first and you were drowning in want and you started to want more but it doesn’t feel like you’re going to be able to take his cock now that you’re all spent with the orgasms, he continues to be giving you with just his mouth. 

“Another one?” His smug tone vibrates through your soaking cunt, pushing you into another bliss before he finally pulls away from your cunt with a big grin. “Such a mess for me, aren’t you?” He wiggles his brows at you before guiding your legs and wrapping them around his torso. You sigh in relief, thinking that he’ll finally give you what you’ve been craving for which appears to be just as needy as you are at the way it’s staining his slacks. He’s bulging and it looks like he’s really… really hard. You’re so sure that he’s going to quench both of your cravings but his next actions have your eyes widening in excitement as well as in fear.

 “Let’s see how many times I get to make you cum with my fingers,” he leans forward to whisper in your ear before pressing a kiss to your gagged mouth at the same time he plunged a finger into you. Your mind is already foggy from all the peaks you’ve reached so you’re not really understanding what’s happening but you find yourself easily releasing again when he added another finger into your sore and very sensitive cunt.

 “Aaannd another one…” He smirks, not stopping or even slowing down as your walls clench around his fingers. He wipes your tears away with his free hand before moving them down to palm your breasts, pinching and teasing your hard nipples before chuckling at how your body spasms when his fingers hit a special spot which causes you to yet again cum on his fingers. “That’s another one!” He exclaims with a toothy grin before watching your face with curious eyes. 

 “I can’t take another one, Ransom,” you say or at least try to say with the gag in your mouth. Ransom acts like he didn’t hear you and continued to plunge his fingers into your abused cunt, using his thumb to tease your clit this time.

 “Red!” You shout through the gag, brain no longer working as you waited for him to stop. He never did.

 “Hmm? What was that? You want more?” He tilts his head to the side before nodding at you with a chuckle. “Anything for my greedy little girl,” he presses a kiss on your forehead before using his skillful fingers to bring you to another high. “Oh! That’s it, hunny! Squirt on my fingers, baby. Show me how good I make you feel!” He praises you but you didn’t pay much attention because your ears are ringing with all the pleasure being washed upon you and your vision is already becoming blurry in exhaustion. 

 “Ahh, I can’t take it anymore. I wanna feel you around me. How wet you are for me,” he pulls on your hips, positioning it closer to his cock and smirking at your cries when he taps his hard tip onto your very sensitive clit. “Pretty sure I made you wet enough,” he slams into you, ignoring your hands that tried pushing on his abdomen and letting out a groan into your ear as he hugged your body closer to his. “So fucking tight and warm, baby!” He pulls out before slamming back in, rutting into you with a speed that made your eyes cross in exhaustion. You don’t think you can take any of it anymore.

 “RED! RED!” You scream through the gag, tears falling down your eyes when Ransom didn’t seem to understand your words.

 “RANSOM RED!” You plead, hitting his back with your clenched hands but he only groaned in response.

 “Just. A. Little. Bit. More.” He thrusts into you with each word before stilling inside you, cock twitching as he starts to spill his seed into you. He moves one hand down to start stimulating your clit which shook your head at, pleading him to stop. That you can no longer take another release but just like before, he didn’t understand you so he continued.

 “AH FUCK!” He screams in pleasure when your walls tightened around him while he’s cumming. His cock continues to twitch inside of you as the both of you tried to breathe through your orgasms.

 Ransom let out a sigh before caressing your face with a gentle hand, face sporting a worrisome look when he saw the dejected look on your face.

 “Baby…” He quickly removes the gag on your mouth before pressing a chaste kiss on your lips and pulling away. “What’s wrong, hunny?” His worried eyes stared at you and your heart fell at how his joyful expression turned into a guilty and gloomy one.

 “Nothing,” you smile at him tiredly. “Just really exhausted…” You didn’t want to take his joy away. It’s not like he did that on purpose. It was just a little accident. The gag was a bad idea and you would talk to him about it next time.

 “You know I love you right?” He looks at you, eyes glossy as he pleads at you with those blue eyes.

 “Of course, Ransom.” You press a kiss to his lips to which he responds with a giddy smile.

 “And you love me just as much, right?” His right brow twitches, a nervous tick, which made your heart skip a beat.

 “Of course, I do. Why would you even ask that?” You press another kiss on his lips, arms wrapping around his torso before you felt his cock twitching inside of you. 

 “I’m the only one who can make you feel this way, right?” Ransom’s nose flared as he straddles you, eyes flashing with lust before he starts thrusting into you again.

Your head falls back in ecstasy. You’re too sore, tired, and stimulated to object so you can only nod in response.

 “That’s what I thought,” Ransom whispers before plunging his cock into you again. And again. And again.

 It’s going to be a long night and Ransom thanks the gods for giving him a very loving woman who loves him just as much as he loves her.

 Ransom knows that you’ll talk to him about the gag. He’ll tell you to use the tapping method as a safe word.

 He’ll just have to gag you and tie you up the next time.

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[naamahdarling]

OKAY BUT NOW IM REALLY CURIOUS: if you don’t mind sharing, *how* can you trace your IBS back to capitalism??? (sincerely, another chronically ill person now suspecting they’re in the same boat) (if you *do* mind: I sincerely apologize! Please feel free to delete this ask?)

This is all TMI for poop.

I have the kind of rosacea that causes such bad acne it forms multi-pimple colonies literally called "monstrosities." It is very painful during a flare. It feels like burning and often makes me bleed. I want to stress, this is not "cosmetic". I have infected cysts and sores on may face constantly. At one point I had 40 or so active lesions on my face, varying from pimple-type whiteheads to weeping sores to subdermal cysts. I was covered in scabs. I developed dermatillomania, which I still have.

At one point I had a cunning weasel of a doctor who managed to treat the rosacea by a combination of topical metronidazole and Xifaxan/rifaximin. Rifaximin is usually used for travelers's diarrhea but there is excellent evidence that it works on rosacea, in studies sending it into remission for at least 9 months. It worked on mine for 2 years.

Somehow he got this massive dose long course of antibiotics prescribed off-label. Then he disappeared because he was forced out of practice for overprescribibng pain meds medicating pain patients adequately.

It flared up again.

I had private insurance. Insurance considers skin a luxury organ and acne as purely cosmetic, and will not cover most treatments for it. It doesn't keep you from working, after all (capitalism!). They do not care.

So instead of literally any other treatment for it, they decided that a 3 month course of 200mg doxycycline 3 times a day would be just fine. Doxy is dirt fucking cheap, is why. I didn't really want to do this, I was concerned it would make me ill, but I was in so much pain. I had to do something. And I HAD to try this before anything else. Insurance algorithms were forcing me to take the cheapest medication despite my concerns over risk.

What risk? It wiped out my gut flora until I was pooping green due to bile salts not being broken down. I never had diarrhea during those 3 months, which was all my doctor had warned me about, but in that last two weeks I was pooping recognizable food, undigested. I feel very stupid for not realizing something was very wrong sooner than I did. I guess I thought my gut would bounce back?

Turns out I developed IBS that I still have 10+ years later despite being competent at managing it and having tried everything available to cure it that isn't quackery. (No advice please.)

Capitalism is behind the reprehensible drug prices and insurance policies, and also my fucking poverty due to atrociously low SSDI payments, which all meant I could not pay the FIVE THOUSAND DOLLARS for the one drug that I KNEW gives me relief.

So now I have IBS and STILL HAVE rosacea. The irony? Rifaximin reliably works on BOTH.* And I can't get it. (No, really, it is impossible, Medicaid will not pay for it. It's still super expensive at the doses required.)

And the 2 cream stuff things that help it were not generic for a long time. One cost $500 and one cost $350. And it really only helps, and doesn't fix it.

One went generic and is now "only" $89. I have it now! I got some because y'all helped me out!!! And I still bled on my pillow last night and my GF has to be careful how she kisses my face or it hurts me. It reduces it by maybe 50% at best. Don't get me wrong, that is SO WELCOME, but it isn't a cure.

So yeah. Capitalism forced me into a situation that gave me a functional bowel disorder that severely limits the food I can eat, and the meds I WAS FORCED TO TAKE didn't even fix my disfiguring skin condition.

And that is how capitalism literally gives me the shits.

* Both are correlated with SIBO, which rifaximin is also used to treat.

[bubsdolan]

chilled nigh with gray? make it so soft and warm

grayson had never looked more beautful in your eyes. his hair still wet and floppy from his shower, his sweatpants resting low on his hips as he laid scrolling through his phone completely topless. you admired how peaceful and content he looked, the hues of burnt oranges and red from the distancing sunset masked his already angelic features as you watched his chest rise and full with every steady breath. 

“turn over for me baby,” your words snapping grayson out of his aimless scrolling. he was quick and eager to throw his phone to the side and give you his undivided attention as he obeyed your weird request and flipped over to lay on his stomach. 

“oh yeah?” grayson gave you a smirk, his eyes brows raising in humour.

“keep it in your pants mister.”

your favourite melody of his chuckle rang loud in your ears as you reached over to your nightstand and pulled out a pack of washable markers you used for your adult colouring pages to help you detox when needed. but now you had a burning desire to colour from a different canvas- your boyfriend. 

with your phone plugged into the sound system at a minimal volume, you shuffled a playlist grayson made specially for times it was just the two of you. wrapped up in each others love and company, without a care in the world besides one another. 

grayson’s toned arms rested comfortably under his head, his back muscles flexing as he hummed along to the music and smiled to himself when he felt you straddle his body. situating yourself just above his bum as your delicate fingers traced over the lion tattoo you often kissed when you hugged his shirtless body from behind. his skin warm and soft under your lips.

“blue or green?” you question, leaning down to whisper in his ear as your fingers work to rub away any tension built up on his upper body. your lips pecking light barely noticeable kisses to his shoulder blades as you await his answer.

“blue. reminds me of that pretty dress you wore on our first date.”

you blushed at the small minor detail grayson happened to remember from all those many months ago. it made your heart grow double in size with love for another human you never knew was possible until you met him.

love is like the rain. it comes in a drizzle sometimes. then it starts pouring and if you’re not careful it will drown you. grayson felt drowned in your love, a love he waited his whole life to feel, to give, to experience. a simple act of you treating his body as your muse, being so gentle and careful with him, he knew you were his endgame.

you coloured away, tongue poking between you teeth in concentration, being careful not to press down to hard onto grayson’s skin. your pen gliding effortless across his back as you made your very own mark. one you hoped someday in the future your kids would do the same. colouring their daddy’s back just like their mama did when they were young and drunk in love.

“ok finished! looks better than before.” you joke. leaning back to admire not only your artistic flare, but the masterpiece laid out beneath you.

you admired each individual freckle, each unique crevice engraved in his skin. you hands instantly drawn to his sun spots causing texture on his skin, your fingers brushing over them to help sooth the soreness. your touch an addiction to the lovesick man who trusted you with his body. with his heart.

“im sure it does, sweetheart.” your body bounces from the vibrations when grayson chuckles.

before you know it, grayson is flipping you over, trapping you under his body and ambushing you with kisses. on your nose, cheeks, forehead, corners of your lips, no spot left untouched by his lips as he worshipped you.

“gray! you didn’t even see my masterpiece.”

your fake pout soon vanished when grayson’s lips suffocated yours. his hands dropping to hold tightly onto your hips and tracing his fingers along your body. your body that was made for him and him only.

“im look at my own right here,” grayson reaches up to push some fallen eyes out of your eyes. his touch sending shivers down your spine.

“you’re cheesy, dolan.”

“vegan cheese though right?”

“yes baby, vegan cheese.” your hands mimic his by reaching up to tangle your fingers in his hair. pulling him in closer desperate for more of his addicting kisses.

“god i am so in love you.”

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[its-me-im-coraline]

First impressions // All

words // 1184

warnings // not explicit smut, more like teasing of smut

pairing // none particular, gn!reader

author's note // if you want to be on the tag list let me know. this is such bad writing omg. I can not easily navigate a scene between so many people without it looking weird i am so sorry and i do hope you like it. sorry for not posting last night but as i said i was having a panic attack. anyway im better now, hopefully ill be able to post one more fic tonight

request // yeap, here it is

summary // The band might have considered more than once of ‘entertaining’ their best friend. After their I wanna be your slave video comes out, sweet ol’ Thomas can not help but suggest they encounter their reacting to the video clip and showing them some of their moves.

Thomas’ idea did not just come out of the blue. It was not a spontaneous thing to do, but a long time formulated thought coming into reality. In all honesty, Thomas, Victoria, Ethan and Damiano had thought about it before, plenty of times. Having Y/N stay with them any time they were at the studio house was flaring up these thoughts like crazy. It was not just one time that the four of them had talked about railing them senseless initiating something more sexual with them, only the fear that they would be pushed away, keeping them from making a move. But after having seen the anticipation from the promotion for theri video clip of I wanna be your slave, Thomas went out on a limp making a move for them all after the video dropped.

“Hey, Y/N, what are you up to?” There were no regards as to whether it was ok to get in or not. The man just sat on the bed, a phone in his hand with it’s screen lit up already.

“Not much, Thomas. I was just finishing some things up on my laptop. What are you guys doing here, all together?” It was not common for all of them to be in the room at once. Usually they only were all together in the living room or outside, the time in any bedrooms spent with two or three at the time and late at night when they couldn't sleep.

By now the other three occupied the small room, sitting anywhere they could: a chair on the desk, on top of said desk, the bed. “We were thinking, cucciolo.” The one to speak up now was Ethan, sitting on their other side, hand in their hair, messing with it just like he always did.

“Our video clip is out and we wanted to see your reaction.”

“I told you guys I’ll watch it when I’m done with the assignments-”

“Did you not just say you’re done?” Damiano had a sneaky smirk on his face, seeing how flushed he made the band’s friend, getting caught in excuses.

Maybe I just don’t want to see it around you, they thought, avoiding to speak, instead nodding their head.

“Then let’s watch it, puppy.” This time it was Victoria’s chance to speak up, taunting the poor person on the bed. The blonde was on the other side of the room but it did not stop her from making Y/N flush in their seat, only fueling her desire to film the up and coming reactions.

Before the video started everyone shifted. Damiano and Ethan were on the right side of Y/N, Thomas and Victoria occupying the left, all within reach of the poor puppy in the middle. They all knew how quickly they’d react to it all, squirming in their seat at the thought of Vic tasting them like a candied apple. “Do you like it, puppy? Want me to tease you like that?” said girl questioned, never weavering from the filming

It seemed like every little thought was simply worse than the previous, the tip of the iceberg being Victoria tied up, all so wonderfully. Such a sight for sore eyes. At it Y/N let out a strained gasp, unable to hold it in.”What is it, cucciolo, you want to be tied like that? I can do it for you,” whispered Ethan, hands quick to tie up Y/N’s with a shoelace he found a few minutes ago. It was not tight but it was enough to restrain their arms behind them.

“So good you are,” he praised, placing his hand in their hair, giving space for Damiano to put his on their thigh.

The video went on, all these scenes with Damiano screaming at everyone’s face simply heightened the already extreme emotions Y/N was experiencing. The man himself could only laugh at that, face coming close to theirs, just like he did for Thomas on the video clip, so assertive, dominating even.

“Are you enjoying yourself, puppet?” His words pierced through them, shivers overtaking their body, a feeling that could only be described as anxiety but also excitement accompanying it.

It was all a dream, or it felt like it. Such situation was too good to be true for Y/N, causing the fear of this being just a very realistic dream. But, Thomas’ kisses on their neck and Ethan’s light tugs on their hair reminded them of the reality they were living inside of. “Use your words, bambino,” said Damiano, the same smirk as before all over his face.

“Yes, I enjoy this,” they finally whispered, words forced out.

The next few seconds were quiet, only facial expressions portraying any reaction, all four of the band members just looking, admiring their beautiful friend and silently agreeing on their next move. It was when they saw Damiano and Ethan kiss and share that pink bubble gum that the band got entertained. Their lips got parted, cheeks flushed to the point of ‘burning’ to the touch, their eyes got wide, all but drooling over the scene unfolding in front of their eyes.

A shock wave shot through Y/N’s body as Ethan grabbed their head, tilting it back, the video clip still in the background, attacking their lips in a hungry kiss. It was hot, wet and sloppy, and it went on for a bit, until the tall drummer ushered his tongue into the mix, allowing the same type of cherry bubble gum from the video clip to move in Y/N’s mouth at once. They did not know what to do, their mind utterly blank and unable to decide on an action.

“Bite it.” Thomas let the two words out of his mouth, straight into their ear. He looked so shy and innocent most of the time, who would have thought he had it in him. “Now move your head, puppy, just like that,” he all but moaned, pulling them back towards him.

“So good for us all,” Thomas spoke again, now him being the one to kiss Y/N, ridding their mouth of the gum and leaving sloppy kisses from their lips to their neck.

Victoria was fed up with how long the escalation was taking, unable to wait a minute longer before she could have her second of fun. With that thought in mind, she pulled the phone from Y/N’s hands, shutting it off and setting it on the nightstand.

“You already know what happens after, pet.” Her voice was more demanding than anyone could anticipate, very bossy one could say, but Y/N was not going to be the one to challenge it.

“Tell me if you are uncomfortable, baby.” Y/N let out a small ‘do it’, opening up their mouth and just waiting, caressing Victoria’s hands on their face.

“Such a good pet,” she praised, going ahead to spit in their mouth before assessing her ‘art’.

“I think we need another ‘rehearsal’ to get it right,” smirked Damiano, “there’s just a few more creative touches we need to add.”

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[xiao-cafe]

drabble game — prompt 67

pairing: diluc x gn!reader

prompt: “If you don’t want to talk about it then say so. Don’t lie and pretend to be fine when you clearly aren’t.”

tags: fluff, grumpy diluc, healer!reader

wc: 1.3k

notes: in the part with the chest i don’t mean like a female chest but like a normal human chest that’s up to your interpretation ^^ also thank you to @spoiledmoras​ for requesting this! i rushed the ending bc if i went on it would’ve become a full-fledged fic and im not ready for that kind of commitment

The moon hung high and bright in the sky as Diluc limped his way back to Mondstadt. With each step forward, the next step became harder as his legs threatened to give way beneath him.

It wasn’t like him to be injured so badly while protecting Mondstadt in the middle of the night but simple recklessness took a hold of him and he had rashly put himself in danger for the sake of intercepting a few Abyss Mages and the hordes of hilichurls they led.

Granted, his injury was merely a result of his rashness that led to him falling off the cliff after swinging his claymore too widely, making such a rookie mistake weighed heavily on him as he recalled why he had been so agitated in the first place.

Exhaling heavily, Diluc cast a withering glare at the steps leading up to the Cathedral. He had always been one up for some light exercise but his bones ached at the thought of dragging himself all the way up to get some medical help.

“I should’ve gone back to the Winery…” The red-headed man muttered to himself. He glanced back at the route he had taken, the gears spun in his head as he calculated his chances of making it back to the Winery before daybreak or even surviving the night.

But his thoughts were interrupted as you appeared before him, like an angel in the dark.

“Y/N.” He greeted smoothly as he attempted to stand up straighter. The sight of Mondstadt’s newest healer was a welcoming one for Diluc.

Your eyes were as wide as saucers as you observed Diluc looking dishevelled and nothing alike the refined gentleman he always appeared to be.

“Master Diluc.” You responded, eyes roving from his face to his feet. “You’re injured.” You gasped, pointing at his knees.

The man nodded quietly, refusing to explain any further.

One of the things Diluc disliked about you was your unnatural ability to pinpoint when something was up with a person. Your questioning gaze searched his face for answers but Diluc remained stone-faced as you guided him to the fountain by the plaza.

“I know this isn’t the most comfortable of places but I don’t think I could carry you all the way back to the Cathedral.” You said to the man as you helped him move into a seated position with his legs outstretched.

“It’s fine,” He answered, grimacing slightly as pain flared in his legs.

“Pardon me,” You whispered as you rolled up his pants, your face bore no emotion as you assessed the extent of his injuries. Your hands were cool to the touch as your fingers brushed against his skin lightly. As much as he’d hate to admit it, your touch calmed him down and the simmering rage that burned within him seemed to dissipate.

“You’ve been getting hurt more frequently as of late, is something on your mind?” You asked him, unaware that a pair of scarlet eyes were trying to burn a hole into your face for asking a simple question.

“It’s nothing.” Diluc answered stiffly, crossing his arms as he spoke.

The man wondered how much longer you’d take to fix him up and how many more intrusive questions would you ask during that time.

“You sure?”

Diluc sighed deeply, causing you to look up from your work in concern.

“I am. Fine.” He stated quietly, an underlying tone of anger laced his voice as he directed a steely glare at you.

Nevertheless, you were undisturbed by his grumpiness.

“If you don’t want to talk about it then say so.” You told him, a reassuring smile donned your lips as you continued, “Don’t lie and pretend to be fine when you clearly aren’t.” 

Were you… giving him advice?

An unknown emotion erupted in Diluc‘s chest as he glared at you as you worked, your hands hovered above his wounds as you healed him with your powers.

“I have no need to disclose personal matters with you.” Diluc said, breaking the silence.

“I know.”

Diluc gritted his teeth, why would you ask if you had known in the first place?

“I just wanted to know if there was anything I could do to help,” You stated, answering his unspoken question.

“You’re always coming back to the city this late in the night, injured, and as someone who’s been healing you for the past few weeks I’ve just been feeling a little worried that’s all.”

It was true. Diluc knew he wasn’t being himself, throwing himself at monsters every chance he got. And the fact that you always happened to be around when he needed a healer was something he greatly appreciated. 

Perhaps he had been too harsh…

“Klee’s always saying that you never smile and I guess that’s true!” You laughed pointing at him.

Even without a mirror, Diluc knew exactly what you had meant and your laughter only served as oil to be added to the growing flames.

As time passed, the pressure on his brow lifted and the quiet anger quickly turned into approval (and a hint of admiration) while you finished up the healing process, unfurling his pant leg to signify that you were done.

“I’ve done as much as I could but you should definitely follow me to the Cathedral so you can receive proper treatment.” You stated, perspiration coated your forehead which you promptly wiped away with your sleeve.

“I’ll be fine on my own.” Diluc answered, refusing your outstretched hand in offer. 

“Oh, but I’ve only alleviated the pain, the injury is still-” Your words were interrupted as the red-haired man attempted to stand up, only to fall forward and into your arms.

You let out a yelp as Diluc’s weight sent the both of you crashing into the cobbled floors.

“Are you okay?!” Your voice was high as you lifted Diluc’s face from your chest.

“I’m so sorry, I couldn’t support your weight.” You blurted out and continued to apologize profusely even as Diluc lifted himself off of you with his arms and rolled over.

“Your face is red, do you have a fever!?” You pressed your palm to Diluc’s cheek, “You’re burning up!”

Diluc remained composed despite his flushed cheeks, his face felt warm and the way you touched him in such an unrestrained manner didn’t seem to bother him at all. In fact, he wanted more.

You were a rambling mess as you fussed over him, checking his temperature and if his injury had worsened.

Diluc narrowed his eyes at you as he let you help him sit up, he wasn’t sure why he felt the need to hold you. But he let you press your body next to his as his arm slung around your shoulders and you lifted him from the floor.

“Don’t worry, I’m prepared to support you this time!” You assured him, to which Diluc responded with a low unconvinced hum.

Yet, a hint of a smile was evident on his lips as you walked with him up the many stairs, until the both of you reached the Cathedral, out of breath.

“We’re… Here…” You panted, your legs complained with each step you took but you ignored the limits of your body and focused on getting Diluc some much needed medical help.

In truth, Diluc had already gotten used to the initial soreness in his legs. With the pain gone, he could still walk even though he was certain the bone within hasn’t mended but the man wasn’t about to tell you that.

In his eyes, you were strange, asked many invasive questions, yet you stirred something deep in his heart and he would rather compliment Kaeya than to say what was on his mind.

Even as you called for Barbara, you stayed by his side. Making sure he was comfortable and assisting Barbara whenever you could.

Although, the blush on his face still wouldn’t go away.

end.

end notes: this was also unedited bc its 1am and im sleepy lmao

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