#but it p much feels like there's a bruise there when there's nothing visible

[thedemonsurfer]

having nerve damage in the tip of my middle finger is really inconvenient when that's the finger i use for the trackpad

today is a 'vague hurty/achy feeling' day and i want to gnaw it like a cat that doesn't understand Why something feels like it does, only that it's Annoying

#wear thimbles when you sew kids #and dont get into the habit of pushing the needle through the fabric with your fingertip #coencidentally do you know how often you bang your fingertips into things every day? #its a lot 8'D #i've never had this diagnosed by a doctor #but it p much feels like there's a bruise there when there's nothing visible #and it's been that way for like 4+ years now #i thought it was a bone bruise but since it hasn't improved with me taking a hiatus from cons i'm p sure its nerve damage #and what is a doc gonna say anyway #“wear a thimble and try not to bang your hands into things” #banging my fingertip into things hurts like a BITCH btw #so im so glad that I have the neurological disorder that impacts my brain's ability to keep track of my extremities /sarcasm

[billiedeansbitch]

𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐞 (𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰)

(𝐋𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐱 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

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Summary: The one where in Larissa sex life is no longer boring or Larissa took chance on a young shapeshifter who had a massive crush on her.

Warning/s: PORN WITH MASSIVE FEELINGS. G!P READER.

(Ao3 link)

Her thighs trembled, threatening to close around your head and her breath shook with every movement of your tongue against her hot, wet cunt, so soaked with her own arousal and your spit making it so easy for you to penetrate her hole.

“Darling, please.” She pleaded, her voice barely a whisper and her breath stuttered, her back arching off of her seat. “Please.” She repeated. The bucking her hips to receive more of that pleasure betrayed the hand that was pushing your head off from her cunt. She was overly stimulated, her pussy clenching tight around you as you fuck those fingers deep and hard into her, paying no mind to her pleas as your focus was zeroed on giving her the best pleasure you could give.

“One more, Larissa. Come for me one more time.” She shook her head, mouth falling open to protest but before she could get the words out, her own moans interrupted her, spilling out much louder this time. It was like throwing a tank of gasoline to an already blazing pit of fire. The way she breathlessly called for your name on repeat, her fingernails digging to your scalp and fisting your hair in a tight firm grip, oh, it fucking did it for you.

She watched you,  though she was struggling to keep her eyes open, as you finger her until she had tears rolling down her cheeks, “Darling, please, no more.” and the heel of her foot dug on your back, “No more? Oh, baby, but look at you. You really don’t want me to stop, do you?” It was easy to manipulate her body into coming for you for the fourth time. You almost groaned, feeling her body tensed beneath your fingertips. 

When you pulled, Weems could barely form a cognitive thought let alone move a muscle. Her legs, shaky.

Right there, still half naked with her thighs smeared with the proof of your worship, Larissa felt nothing but a limp doll: overused and overfucked.

It wasn’t like she was going to complain but she knew her body would give her hell the next day for all the stunts you both did in her office before moving back to her quarters and though there was one spacious bed, you insisted to fuck her on the couch with her back turned, kneeling, and holding for dear life on backrest while you took her from behind. You had one hand guiding her hip as they slammed right back to you and the other fisting her silver tresses.

She came faster in that position, and yours came mere seconds after, filling her pussy with so much cum it dripped down the insides of her thighs and onto the premium leather. 

Larissa’s knees were still flaming red after bearing her weight for the longest time you’ve fucked her but she was keen to ignore the pain and the visible bruising when she buried your face in her pussy to lap the juices that still leaked from her in retaliation of what you did to her. It was only right to clean up the mess you made and that was how you ended up where you were right now: in between her legs, grinning like cheshire cat with a cum-smeared face.

“Are you hungry? I’m hungry,” you stood up with a popping sound from both knees, “Jesus, how old does my body think I am?” 

Larissa kept her eyes fixated on your physique; shamelessly bare and sweaty, setting her on the edge of yet another urge to pounce on you like a woman starved. Whatever you were muttering went past her ears, her eyes lingered on your breasts down your soft belly before it dipped to the appendage hanging in between your legs. So fucking irresistible. To be honest, you could just stand there and do nothing and Larissa might just have her fifth. Good Lord, what are you turning her into? Some sex-crazed bitch.

She’d been thinking less with her head and more with her cunt and honestly she couldn’t blame herself if you looked like that.

Larissa bit her lip, unable to resist the tempting visual before her. 

From the floor, you picked up your shirt and slid it over your head and straightened it out around the torso. “I’m gonna go out and get us somethin’ to eat.”  next were the pair of sweats, drawing the strings tight before you made a knot to secure it in place. 

“Hmm?” she mindlessly hummed, watching you tuck the strings inside the waistband.

“Food. I’m gonna go get us some food, you craving something in particular?”

“No...” Her mind still clouded with post-sex haze that much was clear.

“How about fish and chips? I heard lots of good things about the newly opened business just ‘round the corner.”

“Sounds good.”

“Okay, I’ll be back in… say half an hour?”

When Larissa snapped from whatever incantation you put her, you were already grabbing your keys and a couple of bills to shove them right in your pocket.

She smiled when you walked up to her and kissed her cheek, “I’ll be as fast as I can. Go shower while I’m gone and then maybe we can watch a movie while we eat, yeah?”

“Sounds like a plan, sweetheart.”

You were about to pull but she was quick enough to catch the neckline of your shirt and drew you closer, pecking your lips one more time. “What if we both shower together? it will be quick I promise.”

“As tempting as you may be, I need to feed my woman, she gets grumpy and blames me when she’s hungry.”

With one last peck, you were out of the door, grinning and humming to the last song that was stuck in your head.

–

The mirror reflected a blurred image of her, right where she stood in front of the sink wrapped in her robe ready to pick up her toothbrush when suddenly Larissa took notice of how there were two in the holder: one for her and one for you. She took hers, put some toothpaste and started brushing her teeth.

Larissa leaned her lower back on the sink, and took her time to look around her. Two claw clips, two robes, two towels, two different mouthwash (you claim hers was too minty for you so you brought your own) there were always sets of two anywhere she looked around not that she mind that. 

She spit the foam and rinsed her mouth. When she walked in her bedroom, she saw the little trinkets you left on the left bedside table, more hair clips, elastic ponytail, your little lighter, the keys to your apartment, even your phone was there. Your side of the bed was unmade and she could see fallen hair strands on the pillow case where it was still dented in the middle from the last time you laid there. 

You had made your mark everywhere and she could feel her heart leapt to her throat.

Tomorrow would mark six months of your ongoing little arrangement with her and yes sex was good—well, actually, it was the best. Larissa had never felt the real pleasure of fingers and mouth until you came alone and shattered her years of boring sex life. She no longer needed to make a trip to the store in the middle of the night to buy batteries because her vibrator died in the middle of chasing her orgasm.

Fuck, you were too good for your own good sometimes and after making her come in the first five minutes of touching the first night, she knew she needed to keep your around.

She was still dressed in her robe and drying her hair when you came back. 

“Oh God, I’m starving. I need my calories now.”

While you put the take outs on the coffee table she went to grab a bottle red and two mugs. 

From the kitchen she still had a nice view of the living room, and she watched you with a starved look as you removed your hoodie, your shirt lifting up in the process. Oh, yes, she’d have her dessert later.

“If you were to undress me at least do it with your hands and not your eyes.” Larissa’s face visibly turned red, “And let me eat first then I’ll let you pounce on me.” You chuckled, shoving fries into your mouth.

–

On Monday morning, the woman was greeted with a massive file of work she had to go through, she meant to bring these home for the weekend but her plans went in a different direction when you called asking her if you could steal her for some late lunch at the restaurant nearby the campus.

When you both returned though Larissa wasn’t ready to let you go, she pulled you and locked her office before crashing your lips together, your hands bunching the skirt up around her waist and slipping your hand inside her underwear. You ended up pressing her on the wall, too impatient to even wait to settle down somewhere comfortable. With her legs spread and facing the wall, your hips pressing to her backside and her lustful eyes only intensified when she felt the growing bulge until it was hard and poking, begging to feel the softness of her cunt, to be swallowed deep and to cum inside.

With her underwear pulled down around her gorgeous claves, you took her with long deep strokes, face buried on the crook of her neck.

Her face went red recalling what happened that whole afternoon, how you both couldn’t keep your hands off of each other. She hadn’t been with anyone in a long time and it embarrassed her how the briefest touch of your hands to her thighs, or the whispers on her ears calling her pretty or hot had her panties always in twist…and on the floor.

She sighed, sitting down on the fine leather seat and started working. 

Maybe if she got it done early she’d call you. 

–

Larissa, however, was consumed by her work, forgetting other things that didn’t exist within the walls of her office. By the time she had a moment to herself after signing and writing corresponding emails and polishing her report for the upcoming board meeting, it was already four in the afternoon, her lunch was barely touched sitting in the corner of her desk.

The woman sighed, pushing her seat a little away from her desk and reached for her phone. She raised a brow seeing there were no text messages or even a single missed call from you. 

Usually there was at least one message waiting for her but today, there was none. She felt a pinch in her heart. No, no, she shouldn’t, she was not entitled to be upset, you weren’t her girlfriend. You two were just fucking around and maybe lately you had became a little too affectionate, blurring whatever rules you both had agreed on. Larissa felt like it was her fault, she let herself be enamoured, let herself to be too vulnerable for you. She let herself be comfortable. 

Rule number one: Never be too comfortable.

Well fuck.

It was another two hours more of work when eventually her body screamed for comfort and some proper meal. She switched the lights off and locked her office, calling it a day. 

—

When she arrived and put her car into park, her heart dropped. The lights were on and her front door was unlocked. It would have been wise to call the authorities immediately but she felt like this wasn’t an attempt to rob her. She slowly and gently pushed the door open, tiptoeing past the threshold but then the floorboards creaked.

“‘Rissa, is that you?” It was you. She knew your voice from every pitch no matter the distance. It was also impossible that she might be dreaming about this.

And before she had time to pinch herself, she heard the unmistakable padding of your feet across the floor as you approached her, and then there you were, in the flesh, right before her eyes. “Baby, hi…” all the anger and stress she felt within the day all subsided as a tender, sweet smile welcomed her. 

You had a spatula in one hand, and you were wearing one of her old Nevermore shirts. Her brow raised at the lack of underpants but that wasn’t her main concern at the moment so she willed herself to look up.

You then stepped closer to kiss her cheek, your freehand grasping on her arm as you stood on your toes trying to reach for her. 

“Okay lady you gotta bend down so I can reach you and don’t tease me about shifting. I'm too lazy and tired to do that.” 

Her body listened, bending down she felt your lips. “I hope you don’t mind, I used the spare key you gave me. I know I should at least let you know but I have a problem…”

“You’re here.” she mumbled, still in a state of shock.

“I am. I wanted to see you and I’m sorry I know, like I said I should have texted you first but my phone fell in the bath yesterday. I was taking some nasty shots for you but it slipped. I put in a bowl of rice in an attempt to salvage it but it was helpless. I hope you didn’t think I was ignoring you.”

“N-no, no, of course not.” You almost broke my heart.

“Good because I would never do that. Ever.” You kissed her light on the lips, merely brushing your lips together with no indicated force. Larissa felt herself quickly melting away in your touch. 

“I was going to call you at work but I don’t remember your number. Sorry.”

“And you drove all the way from the city just to tell me this?”

“Yes and I’d have to drive back again in the morning because I obviously have work but…yeah, I drove all the way just to tell you this and I cooked dinner and cleaned your house.”

Larissa felt like you were rambling too much so to cut you out of your own misery, she pulled you into a kiss, a long deep one with both hands cupping your face making you gasp before you were able to reciprocate.

—

Larissa could still feel the ache in between her thighs as she sat in the toilet. It was eleven in the evening and you were currently passed out in her bed, audibly snoring. She might have fucked you too hard, all of the frustrations were channeled in the way she took you and rode your lap resulting on multiple orgasms and it wasn’t like you were stopping her.

When she finished cleaning her hands and was ready to go to bed, something struck her in the midst of exiting the bathroom…her period two was weeks delayed. 

#larissa weems x reader #larissa weems imagine #principal larissa weems #larissa weems #gwendoline christie imagines #larissa x reader #gwendoline christie #larissa weems smut #Some g!p action #smutty smut smut #Finally my thoughts has turned into a written fic #billiedeansbitch

[xylianasblog]

His Sevin. His tawtute.

Pairings: Tonowari x Human! Femreader

Summary: He enjoys visiting you late when no one’s around. Finding comfort and relief in you that not even his mate can bring.

Warnings: infidelity (if you squint), degradation, choking, breeding kink, p in v, penetration, cursing??, possible praising, manhandling??

♥18+ ♥ no minors!♥18+ ♥ no minors!♥18+ ♥ no minors!♥18+ ♥

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He had your small body pressed firmly against the mat inside your marui. Your small human body took every inch of his length as he pushed into you roughly.

“Fuck.. Sevin, you have such a tight pussy. Look at the way you take me in.” He groaned out, his hand gripping your hair. Holding your head in place as he made you watch him fuck in and out of you.

You moaned out, mouth gaping open as drool dripped down the side. Your eyes closed from the overload of pleasure until he tugged on your head. “Ah ah watch Sevin. Watch me fuck this pretty pussy that belongs to me.” He ordered.

“T-Tonowari! Fuck.. please please..” You cried out, your body shaking as your mind focused on him as he reached your deepest parts. You watched like you were told to, watching as he pulled out till only the tip was left before he thrust back into you roughly. Hitting all the sweet spots inside of you sipping wet cunt that took and engraved the shape of his cock.

His hold tightened in your hair as he watched himself bottom you out. He loved the feeling of your human pussy taking every bit of him in ways he couldn’t imagine. He loved how wet and stupid you got as he fucked into your small body like a toy.

The bulge of his cock visibly as it protruded from your lower stomach he enjoyed the sight. It filled him with much need and desire, especially knowing he was the only man to make your human body experience such a thing. He threw your head back, releasing his hold on your hair as his giant hand wrapped around your throat. His free hand grabbed ahold of your thigh pressing your legs further apart as he thrusts inside harder and faster.

“T-there! Oh my fuck.. there please.. there!” You begged, the sound of your cries caused him to tighten his giant hand around your throat. “That’s it.. fucking beg for it tawtute.” He moaned out loving the way your body grew closer to another orgasm because of him.

“G-gonna... I.. Wari.” You whimpered as you tightened around him, your small hand tugging on his wrist as you began squirming underneath him. “Mmm please.. please..” you moaned out. He let out a breathless moan as his grip tightened around the supple skin of your thigh most likely leaving a bruise. “Stop fucking moving.. take my cock Sevin.. take it and come for me.”

You couldn’t focus your mind going blank as the pleasure overtook every sense of your body. Tonowari loved it, he pulled out slowly enticing a whimpering of protest to fall from your lips. Your walls clenched around nothing greedily. Grabbing ahold of your legs he moved your legs holding them down beside your head. He admired the view of you now in the mating press position, everything on display for him. Without much warning or care he thrust into you, his cock immediately bottoming you out once more.

You couldn’t even cry out as he thrust in, hitting so deep he knocked the air from your legs as your body came. You ended up squirting the new position causing you to spray yourself, the force of your orgasm nearly pushing Tonowari out of you.

“Yes.. yes my tawtute just like that.. now take my cock.. take my cum as I breed you.. ” he groaned out between each of his thrusts, his mind grew foggy as his thrust grew sloppy. “My own personal tawtute.. my Sevin.. my little cumslut..” he moaned. "Take" thrust "My' thrust "Load like a." thrust "Good little toy." Tonowari ground out through clenched teeth as he finally filled your awaiting cunt. His body shuddered as he used you to ride out his own round of pleasure.

“Good girl..”

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Tags: @otasia @blueslxt-primary @tiredmamaissy @pandoraslxna @oceanstar19 @kxamtxomawteyam @avatar4life @iwanttogohomeandtakeanap @ghostreadersthings @lauratstrange @manumanulau @shit-i-say-shit-i-think @leelumenaura @cinetrix

#atwow smut #avatar #avatar twow #tonowari #tonowari smut #tonowari x reader #tonowari x you #avatar the way of water

[tiredlilguy]

You're Pretty, Suguru...

a/n: heyyyy >:D enjoy some fluff!!! i made this while thinking about how pretty geto is and i am a simp, so here we are :P thinking of doing some nanami hurt/comfort or domestic fluff later on... this is also just me being a simp because he is very pretty

[A03]

pairing: Geto Suguru X GN!Reader (Jujutsu High Era, and nothing bad happens :D /srs) cw: N/A, half-proofread (ty grammarly) desc: after a long day of doing hand-to-hand combat with your fellow classmates, you have a little cuddle session with your boyfriend and decide to appreciate his beauty

It was around late afternoon and the two of you were done with your training for the day. Today in particular was quite hard: having to go into hand-to-hand combat and no techniques with each other. You were taking turns with your under and upperclassmen (Shoko was cheering you all on the sidelines/taking care of sprains), and it was going fine up until someone was going on a little winning streak and started getting a little cocky.

Well.. that someone being Gojo of course.

You were actually supposed to be opposing your boyfriend, Geto, but your white-haired classmate didn’t want you both being flirty in front of your underclassmen (Haibara found it quite entertaining though). Before Suguru could even pick up a wooden stick, Gojo charged full speed at you, tackling you to the ground when you were still trying to catch your breath. You were quick to pull his hair, calling him a brat, and then it just started becoming a full-on fistfight. However, due to your skills, and Gojo’s fatigue beginning to set in, you happened to win him over this time. Leaving a butthurt Gojo and you with a lot of what looked like cat scratches, bruises, and bite marks… Shoko quickly stopped the bleeding from a couple of scrapes before sending you off back to the dorms.

You had showered off, and eventually snuck your way into Geto’s room as you always did, wanting to rest off the exhaustion from earlier before dinner was to be made. Upon opening the door, you found him lying in a sweatshirt and shorts, on the phone with Gojo (who was literally just next door). Once his eyes met yours, he sat up and pat the spot in between his legs for you to sit.

“ Hey, honey,” he said gently to you, before quickly wrapping up his phone call,” Hey, I’m hangin’ up, Satoru.”

“ Is that (Y/N)?! Tell them that I won that shit fair and squa-“

Geto only rolled his eyes, shutting his phone off and placing it on the side table. He looked up at you again, his gaze a little softer as he opened his arms for you. You were quick to shut his door and walked over to him before slumping yourself in his arms. You placed your ear over his chest, turning to your side as he wrapped his forearms around your waist.

You let out a soft sigh to yourself, sinking further into your lover's arms and fully relaxing your muscles. Geto’s gaze wasn’t particularly anywhere, but his hands were traveling around your waist, reaching a bit down to push up the sweater that you’d been wearing. As he pushed up the sweater slightly, his deep violet eyes traveled to the small bit of skin from your stomach. He scanned, noticing the bruise that was very visible.

“ Hm…,” he thought to himself before speaking up,” I’m sorry that you got all these bruises.”

You closed your eyes for a moment, enjoying the vibrations from his chest as he spoke,” ’s ok, Su… You couldn’t do much, and you know who was on a lil’ win streak.”

Geto softly laughed,” He’s a bit of a cocky bastard, but you held him down well, babe. Though, I feel like I’ll have to talk to him. He’s egotistical…”

You moved up just a bit to place a kiss on his neck, burrowing yourself in the crane between his chin and collarbone,” I don’t think he’d be Satoru if he was humble… Though, a good hit in the head is good for him.”

“ Still…,” he shrugged, eyes moving back up to the ceiling,” He could be a little bit more reserved.”

You only hummed in response, a hand traveling up to play with the collar of his shirt. You tussled with the fabric, the way the ridges slid under your fingertips, feeling slightly rough. You eventually grew tired of it, letting go and relaxing into your lover.

Your eyes traveled up towards his jaw and eventually to his face. For some odd reason, even after having seen his face way more than once… you suddenly felt… flustered.

He was… pretty.

Even with just his eyes staring into the ceiling, counting the checks on the wooden rooftop. Your eyes traveled toward his soft lips. They were quite soft, you noticed. Perhaps it was the same lip gloss that Satoru uses… His hair was out of his usual bun, hair now splayed around his face, framing it as his usual bang fell slightly in front of his face. Soon enough, your thoughts were ripped away by a gentle voice.

“ Why are you staring, pretty?”

And god… his voice.

He always had a habit of calling out to the people he cared about with an affectionate tone. It was subtle, something that you wouldn’t catch onto unless you really paid attention. It was as deep as his usual voice, but… gentler. It never failed to make you blush either.

“ Hm?,” Geto’s head turned over to you with a thin smile. There wasn’t much effort behind it, considering that the two of you were actually quite tired, but it was genuine nonetheless.

“ You’re really pretty, Suguru,” you said, eyes looking up at him with a soft gaze.

What you said seemed to genuinely throw your sweet boyfriend off, but he quickly shook his head with a little smile. The small blush that dusted his cheeks didn’t miss your eyes though.

“ You’re pretty too, baby,” he shifted you both over so that you were now facing each other, legs entangled in each other. His arms were still around your waist, keeping you close to him.

You shook your head,” No no… Suguru, you’re like… really pretty.”

“… and I’m looking back at an angel,” his thumb caressed your side,” You want to fight over this?”

“ I don’t think you get it… also don’t you fucking da- AH!,” A giggle from you interrupted your speaking, as the hands around your waist moved to where you were most sensitive, tickling the area and making you jump.

Your laughs and giggles filled the room as you squirmed in his hold, unable to struggle your way out of his grasp. You kicked your feet, eventually kicking him away in the chest with your heel. Suguru let out a fake ‘ow’ making you sit up to apologize. However, before you could even speak, you were tackled back down on his arms: now squeezed into him as if you were a teddy bear or a pillow.

His lips moved to leave loud kisses from your neck up to your cheek.

“ You’re - my - pretty - baby,” he proceeded to say in between kisses before leaving multiple on your cheek, eventually relaxing again, no longer squeezing you, but keeping you close. You were finally free… well, maybe like 40% free.

You sighed once more, turning to you could placing a kiss on his jaw,” Let’s just say we’re both pretty.”

“ Heh-heh… I’m fine with that,” Geto replied with a smile.

[also if you want, please consider getting me a coffee or commissioning me ;) no pressure ofc!!! i understand that we're all in different circumstances/situations, any support of any kind is appreciated <3]

#geto suguru #suguru geto #getou suguru #suguru getou #geto suguru x reader #suguru geto x reader #geto x reader #getou suguru x reader #suguru x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen fluff #mono writes

[variety-fangirl]

You're Saving Me / Steven Grant and Marc Spector x fem!reader

Summary: you had almost died, something Marc and Steven hoped would never happen because of them. You want to show them that you're okay and how much you love them.

Warnings: 18+ NO MINORS! not much. A little bit of angst (mentions of the reader almost dying, moon bois being heartbroken and emotional, mentions of violence and blood), mostly fluff, and brief mentions of smut (mostly loving and intimate, ass-grabbing, gentle hair-pulling, praise, unprotected p in v, fingering).

Author's note: inspired by James Arthur's song Avalanche, listened and got some inspiration to write it! I didn't intend for it to be as long and smutty as it came out but I regret nothing 😂😜 Enjoy loves. Liking, reblogging, and commenting help me out.

Word count: 2.2k

You had almost died.

They had almost lost you for good, the only thing keeping them sane. They couldn't quite put their finger on when things had gone wrong and when you had been put in danger. One minute you were safe in another area from them, and then you were in front of him with a gun pointed at your head. It had all happened so fast, too fast for either of you to register what was happening until too late. You'd never been in serious danger before but weirdly you knew deep down that your boyfriends wouldn't let anything happen to you.

They had saved you, of course, but not without you receiving some bruising and cuts. Every time one of them caught a look at you when your injuries were visible, they would stare at them with such sadness and guilt. You had tried to console them, and let them know it was okay. But Steven was too broken about it and Marc felt far too guilty to barely come near you. Countless late-night conversations and words of praise made no difference in changing their minds about their guilt of you being in danger and accidentally getting hurt. That's all it had all been, an accident that wasn't their fault but they refused to see it that way.

It had been a week since it all happened and Steven refused to front and Marc was being incredibly distant with you. To begin with, you felt angry and needy but you quickly realised that they were hurting on the inside. They were punishing themselves for "letting" you get hurt, feeling they were responsible for it. You pushed your own feelings aside and realised that you needed to put them at ease and show them that you were okay.

You walk over to where your phone is plugged in, charging, and shuffle your playlist. Marc was sat on the couch staring off into the distance at nothing in particular as you walked back over to him, standing in front of him. Seeing him so down and deflated, hurting deeply, broke your heart. You wanted to help take that pain away in whatever way possible you could. He watched as you gently grabbed ahold of his hands, pulling him up from the couch. He was larger than you so he had to help you pull himself up, showing he was intrigued by what you were planning. Avalanche by James Arthur played, one of your favourites.

You settle in the middle of the room, just behind the couch. Marc closes his eyes with a sigh as you place his hands on your waist and wrap your arms around his neck. Your bodies gently sway to the music as you lay your head on his chest, his cheek settling against the top of your head. You move your hands down to hold the middle of his back, fingers gripping the material of his t-shirt. Marc relaxed slightly into you, pulling your body as close to his as he could. His breathing shaky as his lips press against the soft skin of your forehead. You could practically hear his mind running wild with thoughts, dark thoughts that are very Marc whenever something bad happens.

I'm a mess, don't know what I would do without you.

I could cry, leading you down the same old road.

Without needing to clarify what you meant, you say, "stop. Stop thinking about it." Marc bitterly chuckles, always baffled how you could read him like a book. Always knowing exactly what he was thinking without a word needing to be spoken, he loved you for that. You had taken the time to get to know him and Steven without judgment or worry, you had accepted them as individuals and together. He, they, had almost lost the most important person in their life, the person they were madly in love with. Tears begin clouding his vision as he watches you lift your head to look at him, a look of such love and contentment staring back at him.

"We should have, I should have protected you better-" you shake your head to silence him, your hands taking a hold of his cheeks as the tears begin to flow. "It is not your fault, neither of your faults. Stop saying that, please. I do not blame you one bit for what happened, I'm so thankful that neither of you got seriously hurt or worse." You feel your own tears begin to form, wanting to take away their pain. You hoped words of affirmation and love would encourage them to feel less guilty about what happened, and come back to you. And hopefully to coax Steven to front finally.

Under this avalanche with you,

Avalanche with you

I feel the world collapsing down,

But after all that I've been through

Long as I'm with you

Nobody can hurt me now

You pull Marc in for a kiss, needing to show him that you loved him and Steven unconditionally, and didn't blame either of them for what happened. "I love you, both of you so much. And I wouldn't trade any of this for the world, no matter what happens. Nothing could make me stop loving you and Steven, okay? I need you to stop feeling guilty for what happened because I don't blame either of you." Marc's lips crash against yours suddenly, surprising you and eliciting a gasp from you which quickly turned into a moan. You were grateful that he was finally showing you affection after almost a week of nothing, neither realising just how touch-starved they really felt.

You're saving me, say to me

I'm not alone

Marc grabbed the back of your thighs, just under your ass, and uses his strength to lift you up. Your legs immediately wrap around his waist as he carries you to his bed, your back softly being placed on the mattress. Marc pulls his shirt off and throws it on the floor somewhere and crawls slowly on top of you, his lips returning to yours. You both moan into one another's mouths, hands exploring each other's bodies feverishly. Marc's lips attached to your neck, sucking and licking, leaving marks (no pun intended) in his path. Your hands fisting his hair and pulling gently, knowing he liked it, eliciting a deep groan from him that vibrated into the sensitive skin of your neck.

Piece by piece your clothing disappeared, both naked in no time. Your moans and gasps spur him on to continue what he was doing as he travels down to your breasts. Marc uses his free hand to softly run a trail down your stomach to the place you needed him most, small goosebumps forming in his path. His fingers slowly draw circles on your clit, "damn baby, you're so wet." Marc groans as his lips return to yours, your juices coating his fingers as he moves them down to your clenching hole. His fingers pump inside you, taking his time to tease you but in the best way possible.

"Marc I need you, please." you whimper, his fingers curling to hit that sweet spot inside you that had you rolling your eyes back in pure pleasure, it was too much and not enough at the same time. But, you wanted Marc and Steven inside you more. "Fuck." Marc groans, your whimpers and moans are like music to his ears. He couldn't deny you of his cock even if he wanted to, his want to bury himself as deep inside as he could was too strong to ignore. He took himself in his hand and pumped a few times, already hard, and lined himself up with your entrance. He looked down at you for approval, your nod was all he needed as he entered you slowly.

You both gasp at the overwhelming feeling and pleasure of him filling you, each inch created a delicious burn as he stretched you open. Your head lulled back against the pillow as Marc moved his arms to either side of your head, he wanted to be as close to you in all ways possible. Marc wasted no time as he started to thrust inside you, creating a slow but rough rhythm. Your eyes rolled back into your head as the pleasure took over your body, consuming you whole. You spread your legs open wider for him to slot himself closer to you, his body pressing against yours. His forehead came to rest against yours, your gasping breaths mixing together.

The room was filled with the sinful noises of your skin slapping together and the bed squeaking in protest. It was one of the most beautiful things Marc had ever heard, the proof of your lovemaking and adoration for each other. Marc couldn't understand how he'd gotten so lucky with you, both he and Steven felt their souls were damned for the life they chose. And yet, here you were, pinned underneath his body as he made love to you in the dimly lit room. He didn't know what he'd done to deserve you, but he sure as hell wasn't going to complain.

The pace changed, as did Marc's body language. He slowed right down and held you gentler, tighter to his body. If that were even possible. You turn your head as your boyfriend moves to look down at you, his hips not stopping. Steven. The way he looked at you as if you were the most precious thing in the world gave that away immediately, you'd learnt over time to tell who was who. It was like second nature to you now, and they appreciated that so deeply. "Hey, sweetheart. I'm sorry I was, fuck, gone for so long." He whispers breathless, groaning as you clench around him.

"That's okay... You're here now." You whimper, pulling Steven down by the kiss for a kiss, it was long overdue. Steven moaned loudly as your lips crashed against his own, hands trying their best to hold himself up. Your body was on fire, a burning pleasure searing through you from head to toe. You wanted him as deep inside you as your body would allow, needing him so desperately to fuck you as deep and passionately as he could. You reach your hands down his body and grab his ass, pushing him into you further as he thrusts forward. Steven groaned loudly as the new sensation of filling you to the literal brim, sent his body into overdrive.

"Fuck, im not gonna last much longer love." He groaned into your neck, feeling his balls tighten at an ever-growing rate. You nod, "I'm close too." Whimper as he hits that delicious little spot inside you repeatedly, his pelvis rubbing against your clit perfectly every time. You moan loudly as Steven's thumb rubs your clit, pulling his hips back slightly which gives you both a new angle to moan at. You could feel the coil in your stomach tightening, the pressure building and getting stronger. You became breathlessly in the noises you made, your head was thrown back with your eyes closed.

Your toes curled against his back, your legs having moved there at some point, "fuck baby, you're clenching me so hard. So tight, you feel so good." The words threw you over the edge, a cry leaving you as the sensation exploded inside you. Your pussy clenched impossibly tight around Steven's cock, your body writhing at the overwhelming pleasure that filled you. Steven continued to ride you through your high, his own orgasm following closely behind. He came harshly with a loud groan into your neck, fucking you both through it. "Fuck! I love you." He whimpered, his body collapsing a top yours as you both tried to catch your breaths.

"Mmm, I love you too." You smile with contentment, your body relaxing and lulling you to a peaceful place. Steven pulled out of you as gently as he could, smiling as you protest with a pout at the emptiness. He returns moments later with a warm wet washcloth, wiping you as gently as possible. Your body squirms, your pussy sensitive yet still clenching as he touched you. You whore. Steven throws the rags somewhere on the floor and gets under the blanket, pulling you under with him. He drags your body as close to his as possible, not wanting to spend another moment away from you again.

"I love you, Marc." You mumble sleepily, your body too relaxed and exhausted to fight the tiredness. You would talk to them both tomorrow about everything, right now you were basking in the love and affection from your boyfriends. Marc smiles down at you as he gently strokes your cheeks and the last thing you hear before you fall asleep is, "I love you too, baby." He loved you more than you'd ever know.

Marc and Steven lay there silently in their fucked-out blissed state with you curled into their chest as you drifted to sleep, your arms holding them tightly. As Steven stared down at your peaceful figure, feeling safe and loved enough to stand by them no matter what, they made a pact together. "You're saving me, saving us and you don't even know it." He whispered gently to not wake you; you're everything and more than they wish for in a loving partner, and they couldn't imagine a life without you. They vowed from that moment on, that they would do anything and everything to keep you safe from harm's way if they could help it. You were it, their everything, and the thought of you being taken away from them broke their heart. Together, they vowed to love and protect you with all of their beings, even if it killed them.

#moon knight #fluff #y/n #angst #marc spector x reader #moon knight x reader #marc spector #steven grant #steven grant x reader #steven grant smut #marc spector smut #youtube music #james arthur #song

[mrsnegan]

Show Me

Pairing: Joel Miller x female!reader

Summary: Stranded in a safe house outside of Jackson after you risked your life to search for him, Joel teaches you to listen to him.

Warnings: angst, smut, dom/sub dynamic, fingering, orgasm control, unprotected p in v, rough, chocking, mocking

"Why the hell did you go all by yourself? Wouldn't have thought you would be so damn stupid, girl." Joel was furious, pacing up and down the living room of the safe house both of you stranded in after he rescued you from a small horde of infected outside of Jackson.

"Because I-"

His gaze bore through you, burning your skin. He was mad at you, extremely mad. In fact, you had never seen him so enraged before.

"Why did you do it? Haven't I taught you better not to leave alone?"

His disappointment in you made tears prickle in the corner of your eyes. Your vision felt blurry. You never wanted to cry in front of him, though is voice, the anger radiating from it, that specific look in his eyes, it all made you crumble.

"Because I...," you began anew, desperately holding back the tears, "I was worried about you." Gaze locked on your shoes, you felt so small in front of him. You had been worried about him, that was the truth. It had taken him longer than usual to come back from his mission or whatever he had been up to nowadays. He didn't talk about his business, not with you, not with anyone.

"Worried about me? Why?" His voice, cold and booming, sounded nearer than before.

"You wouldn't understand," was your short answer, a single tear escaping your eyes.

"Try me."

His rough fingers found your trembling chin and you flinched from the sudden touch, not expecting him to be this near.

"Are you afraid of me?"

You shook your head, eyes traveling up to his.

"No...but you make me feel like a little girl and I don't want to feel that way. It hurts, it feels humiliating. I didn't want to disappoint you."

Joel's deep sigh travelled through your body, his thumb now wiping your tear away.

"But you acted like one."

You flinched visibly at his words, lip trembling.

"Why did you risk getting hurt out here?"

Eyes still filled with tears, you willed the truth to finally come out of your mouth.

"I was worried you wouldn't come back, so I went searching for you. I don't want to lose you, Joel."

He looked down at you, chest heaving, eyes searching yours, before he captured your lips in a bruising kiss. Walking you backwards, Joel managed to press you against the nearest wall, intensifying the kiss.When he pulled away, eyes hooded and filled with fire, you gulped down nervously.

"Turn around," he managed to say, letting go of your face.

You immediately did as he said, facing the cold wall instead while bracing yourself against it.

Joel's hands wandered around your waist, undoing the fly and zipper of your trousers before he pulled them down your legs together with your underwear. You shivered, both from the cold air and the anticipation.

He said nothing while you heard him undoing his belt, then the zipper of his own trousers.

"Touch yourself for me," he ordered.Your face changed its color with his words, desire pooling deep down within you. Your right hand disappeared between your thighs and when your fingers found your center, you weren't prepared for being this wet. A soft moan left your lips and with your eyes closed, you teased yourself further. The feeling travelling through your body was one of a kind, adrenaline and euphoria alike making your heart pump faster.

"Just like this," you heard Joel whispering behind you, now closer, much closer than you expected.

He pressed himself against you, his hard length trapped between your bodies. His hand covered yours and while you were still circling your clit, his fingers found your entrance, pushing two of them inside.

"Fuck, Joel," you whimpered, feeling incredibly full, and those were just his fingers.

Joel groaned at your words, pumping his fingers faster and faster, caging you in with his body. He pressed your upper body flat against the wall again, pushing your hips towards his center to get better access. You squirmed in his grasp, fingers still playing with yourself despite the onslaught of pleasure.

"I'm gonna-," you panted, cheek pressed against the wall.

And just like that his fingers were gone, pushing your hand away from your center as well.

"Did I give you permission to cum? You have to learn to listen, girl, gonna teach you a lesson," Joel growled against your ear. "Lean over the table."

He backed away to give you space to move. But you didn't, too stunned to even move a finger.

"Don't make me tell you twice," you heard Joel's deep voice, snapping you out of your daze. You whimpered when you pushed yourself from the wall and awkwardly walked over to the sofa, desperately trying not to trip over your trousers which were pooling at your feet. The wetness between your legs felt uncomfortable, the empty feeling driving you mad. With a pounding heart, you pushed the chair aside and leaned over the dusty dining table. Risking a look over your shoulder, you saw Joel pumping his slick-coated fingers over his length. The moan leaving your lips was loud enough for Joel to hear.

"Like what you see?" he asked, walking towards you lazily, as if he had all the time in the world.

"Yes," you breathed, biting your lower lip.

"Do you know how godamn angry I'm at you for your stupid behavior?"

His words stung once again, though this time the heat pooling inside of you got the best of you.

"Then show me."

Joel was right behind you, the hand not occupied with stroking himself, grabbed your ass cheek possessively.

"Show you what?"

"Show me how angry you are."

Joel darkly chuckled at your words, the growl he tried to suppress still noticeable. Finally, he lined himself up with your center, teasing your slick lips with the head of his cock, your eyes fluttering shut at the feeling.

"Oh darlin', if you just wanted me to fuck you like I hate you, you could've just asked, y'know?"

"It isn't just-," you began to explain when Joel plunged inside of you with one smooth stroke and drove the air out of your lungs.

"Shit," he exclaimed, bottoming out at the first try. "Like you're made for me."

Of course you would have liked to give a witty remark, however you felt so full, so stretched out, so deliciously fucked in more than one sense, you couldn't form a word if you tried.

Joel gave you no time to adjust, you were wet enough anyway, so he retreated nearly fully just to drive his length back into you roughly. Picking up the pace with each movement, you were smashed against the table over and over again, the edge of the of it digging into your thighs uncomfortably.

"Joel," cried out, unashamed of the blinding lust his manhandling gifted to your body.

He fucked you harder still, his hand pushing your shoulders down, so you were laying flat against the wooden surface, face turned to the side. His grunts drove you mad, your own moans so deep and foreign to you, you didn't even register them as your own. His cock hit you in all the right places, the pace of his thrusts, the size of him nearly too much for you, but just nearly.

"Oh god...need to cum."

"No, you don't, not yet." Joel's answer was cruel, his thrusts punishing. When he suddenly pulled out, leaving you clenching around nothing, you whined pathetically.

"Be a big girl, stop that shit. Got into this all by yourself," he mocked.

His hand yanked you upwards by your hair, pulling you into a standing position just to turn you around. Risking a look into your glazed eyes, he moaned himself. "Hop on that table, wanna see your face."

Gulping down you did as he said, legs wobbly, head empty.Joel was on you in an instant, pushing your legs apart and positioning himself between them. He grabbed your throat possessively while his other hand guided his length back into you, your hands immediately clawing at the arm choking you lightly.

"There you go, fuck."

Holding you upright, he fucked you hard until you couldn't hold your eyes open. The perfect mix of pleasure and pain made you dizzy. Though, your eyes shot open, when Joel squeezed your throat a bit harder.

"Eyes open, wanna see you."

It took everything in you to obey his words, the way he used you, the way he took is anger out on you was electrifying and scary alike. He was strong in every sense of the word: strong-willed, stubborn, but also physically intimidating, for the first time you realized he could crush you if he wanted to. You didn't know if that thought made you afraid of him or wetter.

His brows were furrowed, eyes trained on your face. Him looking like this was enough to bring you closer and closer to your breaking point.

"Wanna...wanna...," you babbled, but Joey shook his head.

"Tell me you will listen to me...from now on. Tell me you won't do that shit again," he demanded, stubborn as he was. You could feel himself twitch inside of you, but he still held on to his words to teach you a lesson.

Nodding your head frantically, you wanted him to give you the permission to cum so badly, but it wasn't enough.

"Words, wanna hear it." His thrusts faltered just a fraction when you moaned, the hand around your throat not moving a bit.

"Will listen...Won't...fuck...won't do that again. Please Joel, please."

It seemed to be enough for him or he couldn't hold himself back anymore, it didn't matter which it was. His hand, previously around your throat, disappeared between your bodies. As soon as his thumb made contact with your clit, you were a goner, hands flying to his shoulders, fingers digging into his sweaty skin. Your body shook around him, your orgasm rushing through you forcefully. You couldn't hold open your eyes, a silent scream making your mouth hang open.

Joel growled deeply, forehead now pressed against yours while you squeezed him, triggering his own release. He came inside of you with stuttering thrusts.

It took forever for the both of you to come down again. Every part of your body felt light and so damn heavy at the same time.

"But honestly, promise me to never do that again, darlin'," Joel breathed against you, his lips catching your trembling ones in a sensual kiss, his words just above a whisper, tender now, "because I don't want to lose you either."

#joel miller x reader #joel miller smut #joel miller #joel x reader #joel the last of us #joel tlou #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller fic

[moondragon618]

Hi I wrote c!Dream POV of my favorite part of this prompt. I am Normal :)

Warnings for blood, obsessive/possessive behavior, strangulation, murder, and c!Dream being Fucked Up :)

Dream grins as he looks down at the teen lying on the ground in front of him, trembling and breathing shakily through the pain as blood flows steadily out of the wound in his stomach and stains the grass under him crimson.

Oh, it's so much fun to play with him while looking and sounding exactly like Wilbur, to watch him struggle between pure horror and instinctive trust. If you ask him, the real Wilbur doesn't know what he's missing out on.

But Dream is perfectly fine with it staying that way- nobody else should ever get to see his Tommy like this except for him. :)

"Shhh, it's okay Tommy, just focus on me, okay?" he shushes Tommy, effortlessly copying Wilbur's voice to perfection, and the way Tommy looks up at him like he caught helplessly between relief and terror is almost beautiful.

"Wil?" the teen asks shakily, pain and fear and confusion and a little bit of hopefulness in his voice all at once.

Perfect. :)

"That's right, Tommy. I'm right here," Dream says, grinning even more as Tommy visibly relaxes just a little. So much trust. So much faith.

He's almost a little jealous.

Dream observes him for another moment, before making his move- he wraps his hands around Tommy's throat, right over the light bruises from his third death that still haven't faded, taking in the shock and terror in his eyes with glee as he crushes that trust and faith with his bare hands.

"W-Wil?" Tommy whimpers, a perfect sound of fear and confusion, gasping for air and scrabbling helplessly at Dream's hands as he starts pleading for mercy. "N-nono W-Wilbur- p-please- s-stop-"

Pleading to Wilbur for mercy.

"Shhh, just relax, Tommy. It'll be over soon," Dream shushes him, not letting it get to him too much- Tommy is still technically begging him for mercy, after all.

"W-why-" the teen manages to choke out pathetically before he tightens his grip further, cutting off his air completely, and Dream grins in satisfaction at the horror in his eyes.

It'll be worth it when Tommy can only think of Wilbur with nothing but fear and hatred. :)

Dream ignores Tommy's desperate clawing at his hands even as he breaks skin and manages to draw a little blood, until his struggles begin to weaken. It's such a powerful feeling, to literally hold a life in his hands, to be able to feel it slowly slip away.

He doesn't let go until Tommy has gone completely still, and after that, he shifts comfortably back into his usual form before getting a revival book ready.

Now it's time to see how a quick death and revival will affect how Tommy remembers things :)

#aka c!Dream's jealousy toward c!Wilbur turns into him technically getting jealous of himself and that's kind of hilarious tbh lmao #my writing #shapeshifter c!dream #dream smp #dsmp #c!tommy #c!dream #c!primeboys #c!discduo #tw abuse #tw blood #tw strangulation #tw murder #tw obsessive behavior #tw possessive behavior

[gothmiqote]

Is your muse easily flustered? Do they blush, swear, etc.? Where is your muse most sensitive? Does your muse like to be pinned down, or to pin their partner?

asks.

mildly nsfw under the cut :p

Is your muse easily flustered? Do they blush, swear, etc.?

Varha's not so easily flustered--she knows she looks good, you don't have to tell her that. Comments erring on the lascivious end are typically taken in stride, and she's partial to more physical forms of appreciation too.

Of course, when things start to get a bit more personal is about the time she'll start to flounder. As in, if real feelings are at play, she'll lose her nerve (congratulations, Estinien, on being effectively the only person on the planet who's managed to see this side of her by the way. Is he in any way aware of this? No.) She gets a bit blushy, but her bigger tells are typically a pointed lack of eye contact and panicked modesty, brushing off or downplaying the compliment. Her ears sometimes visibly stiffen too, which is notable for her since physical tells in the ears/tail are typically more subtle for her.

She doesn't love it when she gets flustered, since it's not something she can fully control, so she'll try to redirect the situation somehow. Affectionate, gentle things can be... overwhelming, truthfully. Sometimes he'll let her get away with this. Other times it becomes part of the game, and all she's really succeeded in doing is prolonging her own sweet suffering.

Where is your muse most sensitive?

Cliche but true—it's her neck. Varha resents the assumption that since she's Miqo'te, it must be either her ears or tail. It's not. She actually isn't fond of having her ears touched on purpose (it usually just makes them involuntarily twitch a little & is more annoying than sensual). The base of the tail is an okay area, but it doesn't do as much for her as just grabbing her ass or hips would (those moves come with the promise of something more; a tail tug does not).

The neck, though? She's extra responsive to the intentional, soft touches & will absolutely get weak in the knees when teeth are involved. I've said it before, but she's definitely glad to be the 'likes to be bitten' to Estinien's 'likes to bite.' Damn good thing she doesn't blink twice at the thought of leaving the house with a neck absolutely covered in bruises. There's no chance in hell she'd be able to successfully cover those up in a way that convinces anyone.

Does your muse like to be pinned down, or to pin their partner?

She's tall for a Keeper woman, but nowhere near close to that for Elezen standards. She doesn't have much of a preference or a size kink, but it's always been a given that there was a good chance she'd end up significantly smaller than her partner. She plays around sometimes, knowing that type of roughhousing is a turn-on of his, but she can't legitimately win that "fight" and pin him unless she's getting magic involved (which kind of defeats the purpose of the foreplay). She's more than alright with taking on a more submissive role anyway. Nothing extreme by her standards, but she likes the rough treatment it can lead to, and it's much easier to angle for it when they both know she's not going to have the upper hand here.

(& Interestingly enough, if she's the one topping, she'll go about it a bit differently. She's more reserved, less tactile & more of a tease. Instead of physically restraining him, she'll ask nicely. Good behaviour and willpower are far more enticing to her than having to grapple for her prize.)

#varha naiarro #oc tag #estinien x wol #wolstinien #ffxiv #wolship #my writing

[lake-archive]

That’s Not An Onee–San… That’s My Lover!

AO3 Link - Fling Posse Selfship / Yumeship Masterlist

Fandom: Hypnosis Mic

Characters: Ramuda Amemura, Ann Wolff (OC)

Pairing: Ramuann (Ramuda/Ann)

Summary: Without knowing it Ramuda seems to have made his relationship already public, no hesitation nor shame on his end… All while Ann had to find out the hard way and confront him about it…

Words: 1,390

When Ann entered Ramuda’s studio they were a mess… As if they had just returned from a big match or something. Their hair was messier than usual, one could see light scratches if not light bruises and a bit of a sweaty scent filled the air. Needless to say, it was a sight of its own but how could that happen?

Of course Ramuda got up from his seat right away to check on them, wanting to ask who did this to them yet he went silent and froze when seeing them glare at him out of nowhere. And they were pissed, to say the least… Or at least they seemed to have a bone to pick with him for some reason. He was unaware at first yet would figure it out soon enough when they spoke up…

“What… Did you… Do?” They asked him, yet still sounding out of breath. 

And yet, the question confused him, as somewhat terrified as he was by their current gaze, enough to slightly stutter at least. “Eh? What do you… mean?” He even asked, though he really didn’t know what they had been talking about.

“Your posts… What did you post!?” They corrected themself quickly, the glare not becoming any lighter however, far from it. Instead it was getting sharper, to the point they may as well get ready to cut something with it. And he was in the line of fire, much to his dismay.

“P… Posts? Just… The usual…” He responded, confused but also terrified for the time being. And honestly, that was no lie. He had been posting about the usual on his social media. What else was he supposed to do!? He had to keep it active somehow! And that required attention on a daily basis! Of course not constantly but here and there…

That did not seem to answer their question in the slightest as they only took a step forward which made him spot their eyelids at least slightly twitching. “Alright… Let me ask this way… Did any of these posts involve me?”

Huh? Involve Ann in his posts anywhere? That shifted his current mood drastically, resulting in him blinking a few times before looking even more puzzled at them. The answer should be obvious, shouldn't it?

“Yeah.” He responded, not really hesitating. After all, there was nothing with that. “I mean we're together, aren't we?”

Well, maybe he shouldn't have said it like that. Because the moment it had left his mouth he was suddenly greeted by an even sharper glare, one which would cut almost anything in sight if it could. And yet, oddly enough, it softened a little when spotting a faint blush on it, hence why Ramuda managed to remain calm. They were flustered about something so simple after all, it was almost funny.

“I… That…” They stuttered in the end, nearly tripping over their own words for a moment. If it had not been for the situation right now he may have commented on this but alas, he was still not certain if he should, given the circumstances. It didn’t feel right. Honestly it would have been out of place probably. Not to mention that Ann continued shortly after, or was about to. “Yeah, I got that bu—”

Yet that had been interrupted a moment later by the door of his studios slamming open yet again, a small crowd running in and shoving Ann aside from one moment to the next, slamming them against the wall. And he would have rushed over there if he could have but a few women were surrounding him all of a sudden, looking desperate.

“Ramuda, is this true!?” One asked, the tears in her eyes almost visible. 

“This is a promotion for something, right!?” Another one insisted, nearly yelling.

“Yeah! No way you would go out with someone so unfashionable!” And a third was claiming, almost confident in her statement. That one was something which had maybe rubbed him at least somewhat the wrong way… Though Ann not being up to date with fashion was not wrong… Phrasing it like that however… 

“This is a publicity stunt! It has to be!” And a fourth… 

And so on and so forth. All of these Onee–Sans were bombarding Ramuda with questions and statements and at least in his thoughts he was commenting on this annoyance. It was more than annoying. Can’t they shut up? This was too much at once. He really wanted to scream with his deeper voice. And yet, it would set them off and perhaps ruin his image. So he couldn’t. Instead, he had to calm them down somehow else… Then again, speaking as usual may be enough.

“Alright alright! Every Onee–San, please calm down for a moment!” He asked them, smiling even. This got the crowd’s attention, all eyes on him. One problem solved. “Oh, also, please knock next time, alright? Anyway, what’s going on? What has you all upset? Maybe I can help you calm down somehow?” All while he was keeping up his cheerfully sweet voice. He had to. What got the crowd so riled up tho—

“It’s about her!” One of the women interrupted in the front row and before knowing it, somehow, had grabbed Ann who was even more hunched over than before with one arm. The other arm was pointing a finger at them. “You referred to her as… What was it? Partner or something? What’s up with that!?”

“Yeah!” The crowd responded in a literal union. As for Ann themself, they were too tired to even throw in their signature line, their usual reminder. They only let out a sigh, then adding quietly: “I can’t handle this anymore…”

So it was up to Ramuda to set the record straight! Although… Wait, was that what they meant? Ooh, that post! He was a little careless there! But… He didn’t intend to keep this a secret either. So the earlier the better! So his thoughts at least.

“Alright, firstly, please be respectful Onee–San~” He began to request, only earning him a confused glance from the woman.

“Respectful? What do you—”

“Ann–Chan is not a woman, try to avoid it. Or they’re going to be reeeaallly scary~!” Ramuda warned them yet it did not really sound like a warning. Instead, he was saying this like a little child would. 

“Huh? Really?” The woman turned for a moment, eyeing the one in question and then gasping. “Sorry ‘bout that! We didn’t know!”

“It happens…” They mumbled weakly, clearly no energy left.

“Anyway, that doesn’t really answer the question! What was that with a partner? What partner are they? A model!? The post sounded—”

“Lover.” Ramuda interrupted, no shame whatsoever.

“They— Eh?”

“Yeah, lover.”

A moment of silence kicked in, no one saying a word. Literally, no one. Though not for long as soon a scream of shock echoed through the studio itself, everyone in the crowd in disbelief.

“No no no! That’s a joke! No way tha—”

“Do I look like I’m joking?” Ramuda asked, sounding and looking so innocent while tilting his head. And yet, he was dead serious. Honestly, he thought it was obvious. This was somewhat annoying to deal with.

“W… Well, that… Erm…”

“I’m not. Not at all!” He added with a near pout, turning quickly away with a huff before turning back however, the usual cheerful smile returning. “Oh, are you worried about me not liking you? Hehe, don’t worry, I still love all Onee–Sans too~!”

“B… But you are… You said you—”

“It’s fine. After all, Onee–Sans are Onee–Sans. I’ll never stop loving you all~” He responded, still smiling for a moment. It was said to put them at ease, though it may be somewhat true. Just not in the way any of them would have hoped probably. Because there is one thing he added at the end, one important sentence: “But I love Ann–Chan too. But not as an Onee–Chan. I love them as my partner~”

And that was how it became public knowledge… And even then Ramuda surely got an earful later… Guh, even when making it clear Ann could be mean. Then again, given for how long they were flustered for… Maybe they pretended to mind more than they actually did in the end.

#Nimue's Lake #fanfiction #fanfic #fic #selfship fanfiction #selfship fic #self ship fanfic #self ship fanfiction #self ship fic #selfship fanfic #selfship community #self ship community #ramuda amemura #amemura ramuda #hypmic ramuda #hypnosis mic oc #hypmic oc #oc x canon #s/i x f/o #romantic f/o #Ramuann #Lollipop Love

[tetralea]

“P-please help me, I’m scared...” with Alpha Charles and omega max

This one is so cute. 🥰

Charles was washing his hands in the bathroom of the fancy Monaco club when the door swung open and before he could have realised what was going on a familiar blonde rushed in.

“Charles!” Max breathed out visibly happy to see the other driver, his distressed scent alerting the brunette immediately. “Please help me, they are after me, I’m scared.” He explained but before Charles could have asked anything the door opened again, another alpha walking in.

It kind of answered all of his questions, mostly when he could smell the alpha. It was disgusting, and he couldn’t even imagine how it was for Max.

“He is mine for now, let him go.” The snarl should have scared Charles, but he could feel the fear a distress radiating from Max, even if he tried to seem calm and collected, his scent betrayed him.

Stepping forward he circled around the blonde extending his arms to the side, shielding Max. “I don’t think he likes the idea.”

Another growl came, seemingly the alpha was up for the challenge. “I don’t care, who would have thought Max Verstappen is an omega, now I figured it out and I’ll give him what he deserves.”

Charles squared his shoulders, trying to seem bigger. “You are not touching him.” He bared his teeth, one hand instinctively wrapping around Max’s wrist to scent him. “He is with me.” The words left his lips but he didn’t remember forming them in his brain.

“Is that so?” The alpha snickered and lunged forward and Charles only felt the sharp pain in his fingers which met with the nose of the other man, when did he even lift his hand. Fuck it was not like his boxing training, it hurt like hell. Seemingly his pain was nothing compared to the man in front of them, and he used this valuable time to grab Max again, and drag him out of the small room.

He only slowed down when they were out of the club, standing next to his black Ferrari. “Are you okay?” He asked, his worried green eyes wandering on Max’s body trying to see any harm.

“Are you okay?” Max asked in disbelief, reaching out and pulling the brunette’s right ro eye level. “I didn’t know you could do that.” He mused, eyes fixating on the freckled skin, trying to see if it will bruise or worse.

“Yeah, me neither, but I couldn’t let him hurt you.” Charles admitted with a slight blush, before pulling away his hand gently.

“Thanks.” Max whispered with a soft smile, turning his gaze way too fast from the pretty face to his shoes. “Do you think you can drive me home?” Max asked slowly. “It’s ok if you don’t, I totally understand.” He added quickly.

“Of course I can.” Charles’ response was way too fast and his voice come out much quicker than he wanted to.

When in the car Max finally relaxed. The whole car smelled like Charles, his scent was always noticeable for Max, even when he wasn’t near, but in that moment he imagined it would be like to burry his face in the alpha’s neck and fill his whole being with his scent. It was nice, it made him feel warm and safe. It was so entirely and undeniably Charles. He might sleep in this shirt tonight.

“Are you gonna take care of your hand?” He asked a bit worried. “I would hate if you don’t drive because of that.” He added partly because it was true partly because he didn’t want to make it so obvious how much he cared for the brunette.

“Yes, no worries. It doesn’t even hurt anymore.” It wasn’t entirely true but Charles saw the worry in the blue eyes and he both loved and hated it. Max was worried for him. “Are you gonna be alright going up or do you want me to…?” Charles trailed off, as he got out of the car too, his eyes catching the blue eyes for a second before looking down again.

“I’ll be good, but thank you.” Max would have wanted to take the opportunity but maybe it was too much for one night.

“Text me when you are up?” The question followed quickly, the green eyes now turning to Max again, taking in the now visibility relaxed omega.

Max smiled softly, nodding. “Tell me how is your hand tomorrow.” It wasn’t a question but Charles nodded silently.

“Good night, Max.” Charles hands wrapped around his wrist again, the pads of his fingers definitely leaving a scent mark, while the pretty lips got pressed against Max’s cheek so quickly he started to doubt if it was reven real.

Charles let him go and before max could have answered he turned around to sit in the car.

“Good night, and thank you.” He waved like an idiot, while starting to walk towards his building. He noticed how Charles waited for him to get in, and it made him feel in a certain way he tried to push back for a while now when he was around the alpha.

He texted Charles as soon as he locked his door. Going to bed was quick and easy, he was terribly tired and the shower could wait. Charles’ scent on his wrist was still very prominent and he promised himself he will ask the alpha if it was intentional while he red the reply from him and dozed off quickly, with his wrist right next to his nose.

#charles leclerc #lestappen #max verstappen #tadaaaa #abo lestappen #abo verse #omegaverse #dori’s bedtime stories

[carbo-ships]

Post Hoc AU: Chapter III

Previous: Chapter II

The next morning, Terzo joined them all for breakfast. He didn't eat anything, of course, but seemed to simply want to be present for the early morning chatter. The ghouls felt much calmer, the initial shock of Terzo’s arrival having worn off. They remained vigilant, of course, but felt confident that they could handle whatever was in store for them.

Papa realized he hadn’t gotten a chance to check in with Ardis after her walk with Terzo the previous evening and looked her way. He wondered what they’d discussed. Papa felt his pulse quicken when his eyes landed on a tiny sliver of a bruise that peeked out over the top of her collar. How had that gotten there? His gaze flicked between Aether and Terzo, but found neither acting as if anything was amiss. Aether was holding back a yawn as he ate, and Terzo was locked in conversation with Rain. Papa sincerely hoped Aether had been the one responsible for the mark on her neck. The alternative explanation made his blood run cold. Surely Terzo would have bragged to him if Ardis had allowed him to do such a thing.

After breakfast, Papa asked to speak with Ardis in his office. He tried to keep his tone casual so as to not arouse any concern or suspicion amongst the rest of the group. Ardis, however, seemed to tense up a bit. She likely knew what he was going to ask about, but did her best to appear unaffected. When they stepped into his office, he closed the door behind him. "Ardis, my dear, I couldn't help but notice..." His eyes dropped to her neck, then back to her, hoping she would elaborate without too much prying.

She immediately looked upset, avoiding his gaze. "I— I—"

His heart sunk and he took her hands in his. "Ardis, what happened?"

Her face had gone red. "Aether bit me last night," she said quietly.

"Bit you?" he repeated.

"I know it's not very becoming of an angel to allow something like that, but I let him."

Relief washed over him, but he could feel her hands trembling. She looked guilt-ridden. "Cara, it's alright! There's nothing to be ashamed of! I just wanted to make sure you were okay, and that Aether had done this with your permission. He didn't pressure you, did he?"

"No, of course not,” she assured him.

"I can't help but wonder... Was this in response to Terzo's arrival?"

She nodded. "Aether didn't like that I smelled like him."

Papa sighed. "These ghouls can be so possessive. I would expect this from Sodo, but I'd hoped Aether, of all people, would be above such things. And, goodness, that must have been quite a bite if it's still visible! Please tell me he didn’t draw blood. I swear, that man forgets his own strength!"

"No, he didn’t," she shook her head. "Or, at least I don't think so."

"Good, good." He let out a breath. "I feel much better now. I apologize for intruding on your privacy like that. It truly is none of my business. I just worry. It's not that I don't trust him, I... You know I care for you. May I see? Just to ease my conscience?" Papa requested.

She nodded, then unbuttoned and removed her uniform jacket. Left in a sleeveless shirt, Papa could see the extent of Aether's work. The bruise he'd spotted was one of many — there were multiple bite marks covering her neck and shoulder. "Oh my..." Aether had really done a number on her. Once he'd gotten her permission, he let his fingertips gently trace the marks. To his relief, they were all bruises, not scabs. "My poor angel. How badly does it hurt?"

"Not too bad, honestly," she mumbled. "I'm just a bit stiff."

He offered her a gentle smile, realizing how cooperative she must have been for Aether to mark her so many times. "You enjoyed it, eh?"

"P-Papa!" she exclaimed, becoming even more flustered.

"Again, nothing to be ashamed of!" he insisted with a chuckle. "I'm glad you trust Aether enough to allow him to do something like that. I'm sure he was very appreciative. "

She hid her face in her hands. "I just— Being so close to him like that, I— Oh, Papa, you know how I feel about him."

"Yes, I know. Oh, come here. You poor thing, you're all shaken up!" He opened his arms to her, and she hugged him tightly. "But you're alright, yes? I don't need to give him a talking-to?"

"I'm alright." She still sounded embarrassed, but he believed her.

"And love, really — I know you're embarrassed, but you have no need to be. You've done nothing wrong. Okay?”

She nodded, taking a deep breath.

“It really is just his way of showing he cares,” Papa explained, still holding her against his chest. “He's very protective of the role you play in his life, whatever that may be, and I do not think he had any ulterior motives. As... sensual as his techniques may seem, you have my assurance that other ghouls have been known to mark their, erm, territory in the same way. You can ask him to be gentler, though. While I appreciate his desire to state his claim over you, this—" he motioned up and down her shoulder "—is a bit excessive, don't you think? It really is unlike him. He must feel terribly threatened by Terzo, the poor ghoul. The marks should fade before you're due to return home, though, if that was a concern."

Once she’d calmed down, he released her so she could dress herself. He adjusted her collar to help properly hide Aether’s marks, as he was sure Swiss would tease her relentlessly the moment he noticed them, and gave her forehead a kiss. While he wished the ghoul had been gentler with her, Aether’s actions filled him with confidence. Terzo may have had a reputation as a master of seduction, but Aether wasn’t going to give her up without a fight.

Next: Chapter IV

#carbo writes #post hoc

[goji-pilled]

MK-S: (Fair warning, this one is fairly dark and horror themed…not as much when you consider what Oktavia is and what she does, but it’s all in the delivery.)

One time the Pyotrs came back with an unrefrigerated Human Heart on a plate. It appeared to have a bite taken out of it. That alone was disturbing enough, but several other oddities only added to building of an uncomfortable atmosphere:

The Pyotrs seemed to be trying to get the attention of Mami, Kyoko, and Oktavia more so than Nagisa.

They didn’t seem to be trying to ask “Is this cheese?” as much as they seemed to be signaling “Look at what we found.”

The heart still had fresh blood on it and in it.

And the bite in the organ…it wasn’t from…

Nagisa and Yuma are told to stay in the house until the adult trio returns. They tell the Pyotrs to take them to where they found the heart. The magical rats do so with urgent haste. Save for four that stay behind, each holding a leg of the two girls left at the dinner table, as if to make sure they stay put.

The run to their destination was much shorter than any of the three were comfortable with. Kyoko immediately breaks down the door of the vacant house, and quickly follows a Pyotr into the basement. There is a noise from Kyoko, before she comes back up the basement stairs, visibly shaking, and then throws up on the floor, right in front of her two spouses/wives. Mami moves to comfort her while Oktavia moves towards the basement…but Kyoko grabs Oktavia’s arm.

Kyoko: “Don’t. J-Just call the p-police.”

Oktavia: “It’s okay, I’m a witch. Whatever’s down there won’t phase me.”

Kyoko: “P-Please…Don’t…”

Oktavia: “…Alright, we’ll call the police. What should I tell them happened here.”

Kyoko, her shaking getting worse even as Mami and Oktavia hold her shoulders: “M-Murder…B-Butcher…Pieces of-“ She threw up again.

The three left the house and gave an anonymous call to the police. Minutes later, shortly after the girls witness the home owner return to the property, 13 cop cars pull onto the street, and immediately break down the door and rush inside. The man comes out in cuffs with a fresh bruise on his face.

Days later, the media is reporting on the arrest and upcoming trial of the one who has come to be known as “The Mitakihara Cannibal”.

MK-S: Ah, been a while since I wrote some horror. Now to explain a bit of Kyoko’s actions, with her not wanting Oktavia to see what was down there. Kyoko just saw a rather sloppy Cannibal’s dinner set up, spices and seasoning still next to the…”leftovers”. There’s more to it but I’ll let your own imaginations come up with your own details (that would freak you out more than anything I could come up with directly. “Nothing is scarier” indeed).

Anyway, Kyoko has just seen one of the most disturbing sights in her life, which is saying something. She knows that Oktavia has eaten people before, but something about this is just…different. Wrong. She knows that Oktavia may be fine with what she saw down there…but as much as she loves her, as much as she already knows that her wife occasionally has to murder and eat people…she’s not sure she wants to know what Oktavia’s reaction would be. She doesn’t know how she’d react. She also doesn’t know how Oktavia would feel about Oktavia’s own reaction, or lack thereof, as well. For everyone’s sake, herself included, she just wanted to leave and have this horrific act be someone else’s problem.

Hope you enjoyed this little…analysis?

MK-S: Oh, and I’m thinking about starting up a Dark Souls playthrough; owned the game for years, never played it. (Well, started it once, stopped shortly after the first bonfire, by the skeletons a recent google has told me I need divine/holy weapons to keep down. I like details like that.) Any advice for a newbie?

I’ve actually also played and beaten Sekiro, another FromSoftware game. Had to cheese Sword Saint Isshin though, but every other boss I beat without having to cheese them.

Have a good day!

Well thats quite horrifying! How great!

As for Dark Souls, here's some stuff I remember that helped immensely and co:

-Avoid the graveyard and New Londo (aka the area you get to when you go down Firelink shrine)

As you need the holy weapons (or other weapons with the effect) to get through the area (for graveyard+catacombs that follow), and a special consumable item that allows you to fight ghosts for a certain amount of time (for New Londo)

-Don't bother with killing the dragon yet, what you should however do is that once you're under the bridge you should shoot it's tail with bow and arrow (make sure you have a decent amount); it'll drop a good sword. Leave it be after that.

-Something I did was that once I got to the first black smith is walk into the forest area, past the stone door (there's a false wall with a bonfire behind it by that door btw) and loot the area with the big stone knights, as there is a pretty good armor set there that I had used for a long time before I got to Anor Londo, even if getting past the enemies can be a lot at times.

(There's also a boss there!)

-Once you finish the city segment and got to the bell you'll be going underground, before you do that however I'd recommend going back to the asylum and get a ring from there that will allow you to move faster through water (really you'll need it)

I would explain how to do it but it's a bit complicated and can take a few tries; so I'd recommend looking up a video on how to get there again.

Once you're there DO NOT walk over the floor of the area where you fought the first boss, walk along the sides of that small courtyard towards the bonfire. If you do walk over the floor it'll collapse and send you straight into another boss fight, and it's quite a bit stronger. You can try fighting it after you explored the area.

-Before you go the asylum though: There was a guy in golden armor in the church you saved (if you didn't just run past everything), who's now sitting at firelink shrine by the old bonfire keeper lady - Kill him. His quest isn't worth it imo and the ring he drops is really really good.

(Though you cant take it off once you wear it though or it'll be gone for good. It's a sacrifice I was willing to make tbh)

Other than that there's nothing I can really think of besides that Anor Londo is a bit tricky to navigate at first (if you need help ask away), the Chaos being of Izaleth is a super tricky boss and I'll gladly tell you what to do if you get frustrated (Wouldn't blame you because by GOD no way I would've figured that out by myself lmao) and past the second bell there's a area with GIGANTIC boss, that is incredibly easy to defeat and is basicslly free souls.

(Again I'll elaborate if you want me to)

#felix answers #blood tw #gore mention #sort of #that and dark souls tips lol

[lrgs-tboiau]

Legacy Ask 2 : What we Became

(Aka the ask that confirms Blue Baby can type)

(Updates: Adding in three others (The Revenant, The Zealot, and The Static)

[Broken]: i came 2 the basement this way...

[Dauntless]: I'm pretty sure most of those wounds had to have come from somewhere else?

[Broken]: they wouldnt heal at first, but they r healing now! :)

[Dauntless]: My father did this to me in the past, so..

[Dauntless]: I guess my past came back to haunt me?

[Dauntless]: I've evolved from that since then. Everyone here is very nice to me after all, and genuinely so!

[Dauntless]: Instead of saying they are nice and... I'd rather not talk about it.

[Hoarder]: Why the fuck you'd care?

[Deceiver]: Just say it to get over it.

[Hoarder]: Fine, got banished down here because I kept on stealing stuff from others. The bag came from some creatures down here, and that's all I'm fuckin' saying before I get sentimental with another asker.

[Deceiver]: You never did though.

[Hoarder]: That's my point!

[Blue_Baby]: i die by eating poop. :D

[Hoarder]: It types.

[Benighted]: I honestly did not known they could do that.

[Blue_Baby]: corpse can type!

[Benighted]: That you can.

[Curdled]: Ah.. in p-pain? Sumptorium was at first lodged into m-my back, but then one of the monsters knocked it loose. W-Which just gave me more pain..

[Curdled]: I still feel that pain from time to time, b-but it isn't there anymore... so I'm not s-sure why.

[Hoarder]: You get phantom pains too?

[Curdled]: I..Is that what that is?

[Hoarder]: Yes.

[Harlot]: I get them sometimes too, sweetie.

[Savage]: Well, selling my soul was probably not a good idea in the long run. I'd rather not remember what happened next...

[Benighted]: Do you know about Hemoptysis?

[Benighted]: I was basically left coughing up blood after the.. incident.

[Benighted]: And I still have those bouts, and on occasions I uh.. throw up.

[Benighted]: Beth sometimes helps me clean up after vomiting. Most of the time we both hope nothing was melted by the blood.

[Enigma]: Dying.. and coming back.. it's like a cruel joke.

[Enigma]: And it feels so painful too.

[Enigma]: It's like being trapped between life and death for all eternity, with your dead version being a zombie..

[Dauntless]: Weren't you always like that?

[Enigma]: Ah.. I guess?

[Enigma]: But it was not to this level.

[Baleful]: S...So much spiders now...

[Harlot]: Well, I guess my belly splitting open to let Gello burst out is one way to give birth.

[Harlot]: Other than that, I don't really feel any different.

[Harlot]: Well, my eyes being visible is a little spooky. But they have always been like that, even when I had my cloth.

[Empty]: I miss half of my face...

[Empty]: And some of my body...

[Empty]: And the rest of my emotions...

[Fettered]: Seeing my friend become so.. destroyed.

[Fettered]: It made me feel very sad...

[Fettered]: ...I like the cloak we found...

[Deserter]: If I recall, I was screaming and going 'Oh God!' because of the burning pain.

[Revenant]: That I caused.

[Deserter]: yeah thanks for that...

[Deserter]: The bruise still hurts a little, but it's healing.

[Deserter]: And I remember seeing Anima Sola attached to one of my hands also being terrifying.

[Revenant]: You were beginning to like it until I showed up...

[Revenant]: Also, you do kind of deserve being haunted.

[Deserter]: Do not!

[Revenant]: Do too.

[Deserter]: But I did not abandon you!

[Revenant]: The more you keep saying that, the less I want to believe you.

[Zealot]: I was.. admittedly very angry that a stone had been lodged in my forehead. And that I was alive again.

[Zealot]: I was that close to seeing my father again. That close!

[Zealot]: ..All I became was a psychic spiritual zombie. That's it. And it sucks, for the most part.

[The Static]: Being merged with that thing hurt.

[The Static]: I was screaming and choking on static, until I became who I am.

[The Static]: ...I still hear them sometimes, preaching in the back of my mind...

[Miser]: ...Wait I never typed on here, have I?

#the world ~ everyone answers #from one place to another ~ legacy asks #broken pen ~ lore additions

[natperv]

Natasha x reader where Reader was reckless on a mission and got injured and Natasha is upset with R but R is acting like it’s not a big deal

a/n: ANON BLESS YOU THIS IS SUCH A GOOD IDEA. i wasn't sure if you wanted r and nat to already be involved or Not so i just didn’t put a label on their relationship, you can imagine whatever dynamic you’d like! i hope you like this :p

needing you

gn!reader x natasha

genre: mostly angst then some fluff

warnings: bruises/injuries, mentions of death

word count: 1k

you waltz into the infirmary, your right arm limp at your side, the other gripping it awkwardly. apart from your scratched up face, bruised jaw, and sprained ankle, you had also managed to get your arm severely wounded in the fight. it was now bleeding through your suit, a long gash leading up to your shoulder. it was definitely going to scar. natasha had ushered you all the way through the avengers compound, the two of you walking in a synced silence. you pushed yourself up onto the cot, sitting at the edge as she rifled through the cabinets above. she was a mess too, her pale flesh caked with the residue of your mission, her hair covered in dust, braided down her back. she still looked beautiful, despite everything, she could never not look beautiful. "how cool was that?" you finally speak up, suffocated by the quiet, finding your phone in your pocket and using your one, unharmed arm to scroll through it aimlessly. your head was actually pounding from the pain, but you didn't want to admit it out loud. natasha stayed silent.

"nat," you called, setting your phone down and staring at the back of her head as she grabbed bandages and rubbing alcohol and whatever else she needed, "earth to natasha." nothing. you rolled your eyes. "i'm speaking to you." she turned to face you. it wasn't until that moment that you saw the clear, aggravated look in her eyes. you shifted in your place awkwardly, expecting.. what? you weren't sure, but what greeted you was only more silence. she walked over to the cot and used a pair of scissors to cut off the part of your suit that covered your injury. "did you hear what i said?" you tried again, honestly starting to get embarrassed. she sighed. "yes, y/n. what do you want me to say?" she set the scissors aside and grabbed the rubbing alcohol as she spoke, pouring it on a piece of cotton, "if you honestly think that went well, you're stupider than i thought." her voice was sharp and demanding. she's never really used that tone with you.

you hissed as she started to clean your wound without warning, wincing at the stinging sensation. "what?" you questioned, visibly irritated. "what?" natasha emphasized, like she's shocked you're even asking, "you were completely reckless, you put the whole mission at risk." you scoffed, pulling your arm away from her as though it was some kind of punishment that she didn't get to look after you. "what the hell are you talking about?" she glared at you. "everyone's fine. in fact, everyone's great! i basically saved the day. you should be thanking me." you would get up and storm out if you weren't in so much pain. she was now on the opposite end of the cot, her palms flat against it as she looked you directly in the eyes. "thanking you? you're supposed to share responsibility with the group--not act on impulse and nearly get yourself killed!"

 "i am perfectly capable of making my own decisions, nat. that's not fair.” you rolled your eyes, “and in case you forgot," you gestured to yourself with your healthy arm, "i wasn't killed.” you glanced towards your arm. it had stopped bleeding, but a big portion of your flesh had been axed right through. you would have lost the thing if natasha hadn’t killed him before his second hit landed. it looked disgusting and it hurt like a bitch. “it's just a cut, i can barely even feel it." you lied. "yeah," natasha furrowed her brows the way she does when she's very upset, "and you're lucky i was there or that cut would have been down the center of your skull." you threw your head back in utter disbelief. "stop doing this!" you point at her, "stop making me feel like i'm some kid you need to babysit."

"i'll stop treating you like a kid when you stop acting like one." you huff, a single strand of hair falling down your forehead and you brush it away in frustration. "i've made it this far without you. trust me, i'm fine on my own." it's silent for a beat before natasha speaks again. and when you look to meet her eyes, she's slow to hide the hurt in them. you almost open your mouth to say sorry when she speaks instead, her voice hardened. "i am not going to apologize for trying to protect you.” you stare at her. “i don’t need your protection,” you feel a heavy weight in your chest. “i have done--” you inhale a shaky breath to steady yourself, refusing to meet her gaze, “--everything, to try and win your approval and nothing is ever good enough for you.” your brows wrinkle, you think you might actually cry. is that what nat thinks of you? that you’re some loser who can’t look after themselves? does she not value you the same way she values the rest of the avengers? “it’s my life. i’m allowed to put it on the line for the people i care about.”

“no!” the intensity in her tone catches you off guard. “no, you’re not!” you look up to find that she’s in front of you now. you can see the details on her skin, every hair on her eyebrow, every freckle and scar. “you’re not..” she swallows, trying to steady her tone, her hands cup your cheeks and she makes you look at her, “you can’t, okay?” she combs your hair away from your face, a slight glint in her eyes, but she doesn’t let a tear slip. “i need you.” her voice cracks and you’re hit with the sudden realization that you’ve misunderstood this entire discussion. “i need you alive.” she moves up and presses a kiss to the top of your head, burying herself in your scent, breathing all of you in as you wrap your arm around her waist and pull her to you, resting your head on her chest. 

#natasha romanoff #natasha romonova #natasha romanoff fluff #natasha romanoff angst #natasha romanoff x reader #black widow x reader #black widow one shot #natasha romanoff one shot #natalia romanova #black widow #black widow fan fic #black widow fanfic #natasha romanoff fanfic #natasha romanoff fan fic #black widow angst

[beesmygod]

very very specific call for information: anyone out there deal with out-toeing caused by external tibial rotation (duck feet from a fucked up tibia) AS AN ADULT?

im putting this out here because 1. theres like no fucking information on the entire internet about adults who never grew out of a common childhood problem (unlike children, who self-correct by strengthening muscles, my tibia is an inherited condition. mom has it but not nearly as bad) and 2. i just want to know more! especially what im looking at for recovery.

e: im me from the future. this post is so long and boring and navel gazey so i added images in the hopes it might trick you into wanting to share it.

i only just started this process yesterday: after a series of free association google searches stemming from the fear that i had developed peripheral artery disease at age 31, i discovered symptoms i had been attributing to other random issues (pain radiating down leg? i must be bloated and pressing down on a nerve. pain in shins when i walk even for a short while or up a single flight of stairs? i must be out of shape and destroying my body. knees swollen with fluid in the 4th grade? bursitis, etc) could pretty much all be traced back to my fucked up leg.

my right leg (/my/ right) is visibly fucked from the outside and always has been since i was born. the left is as well, although to a much less (and likely ignorable) extent than the right. i’ve know about this forever; my parents at one point took me to a doctor who was like “yeah she’s shaped like a twizzler” but didnt actually recommend any action. therefore, it was assumed by all that there was nothing we could do and i just had to suffer my junji ito uzamaki curse forever.

which would suck because it’s not great. my family was not receptive to any complaints i had about my body hurting growing up so i just gave up on giving a shit about it. i’m going to start from the top bottom on pain:

sometimes i walk with a limp because my hip and knee joint would work in tandem to get a sharp pain that makes putting weight on it hard.

during my period, i usually end up with at least a day or two where i get deep toothache like pain in my thigh. its always there, not throbbing, and it just. aches.

for some reason my body favors it so when im standing i find myself almost completely leaning on it (which just makes it hurt more later). i can feel myself fucking my knees up when i do this because of how it has to shift around the twisted bone.

my knees swell up every time i kneel and put weight on them (growing up catholic made this excruciating).

walking is a nightmare. i usually try my best to pretend like my shins (specifically) aren’t screaming from mild exertion. i bought a step machine thinking i was just out of shape and a big whiner but it didn’t ever get better no matter how much and how consistently i did it. i though i was just assigned a really dogshit corporeal form that wasn’t built for improvement.

dont even think about running, buddy. i flip flap around like im wearing clown shoes AND it hurts like a bitch.

speaking of which, i also trip and fall on my own feet a lot. the doctor asked me this like “you don’t find yourself falling a lot while walking, right?” and i had to laugh because i eat shit at least 2x a month. i have a huge scar on my foot from last year.

now im about to upload some pictures of my legs. try not to scream. ignore the bruises, i spent all day yesterday/day before completely re-arranging my office so i beat the crap out of my legs lol.

here they are together, standing comfortably. im using the edge of our ugly tile as a straight edge for reference.

here’s the left one. i have no idea if this is normal. the doctor i saw yesterday said it was “less pronounced” on this side. i agree.

i look like im uploading instructions on how to hokey-pokey. anyway: right leg in. notice how it is, indeed, fucked up when lined up against the edge.

and here’s the knee straight. i really thought this was normal and i just had to deal with it for the rest of my life lol. i mean i still might uhhh let’s find out.

I AM LOOKING FOR INFORMATION FOR ADULTS:

pretty much everything online is for kids with assurances that they’ll “grow out of it” and absolutely no info otherwise for the rest of us. now for my QUESTIONS:

-which surgery would be done to correct this?

-i am an american, any idea what surgery cost might look like? (lol ignoring insurance, i want to see if im even close to the ballpark of it being feasible)

-how long is the surgery recovery time?

-can physical therapy correct this? if so, how long would it take?

-can you direct me to more information on living with out-toeing/duck footing/external tibial rotation? how can i manage symptoms?

-does anyone want to study me, because apparently im a rare specimen. im minting myself as an nft or whatever. fuck

ok thank you. please share if you want to but remember to tag it “long post” for people who dont want to be attacked by this big wall of legs

#long post #out-toeing #orthopedic

[tetsvhoe]

uhm b-boxer atsumu...

boxer atsumu who took up boxing cuz he was tired of people thinking he could be pushed around just cuz samu beat up his ass in every fight

boxer atsumu who hjkjskjcjhdkh does that tongue poking through cheek thing every time his opponent makes him angry (p-pls that's hot s-sir)

boxer atsumu who lets you clean up his bloody wounds but insists that you be seated in his lap. acts all hot-shot but whines like a bitch cuz "it stings"

this was left in my drafts ugh. suggestive mdni.

boxer atsumu who shows up to your door at night, unannounced after an underground fight. a bloodied slit on his right eyebrow and the corner of his lips, a purpling bruise on the highest point of his defined his cheekbone. head titled to the side and a smug smirk as you swing the door open in nothing but his too big of a shirt on you. "what are you doing here?" you snark, but worry laced on your tone as you hug yourself. "go home, atsumu." you attempt to slam the door in his face, ignoring the tugging feeling at your chest from seeing him in such a state, but he holds the door open with one bandaged hand. "i didn't know where else to go, i can't be seen like this at home, angel. help me out?" he quirks his injured brow, face scrunching slightly as he's reminded of it. you warily eye the street behind him and sigh as you open the door once more. atsumu limps his way inside and collapses against the couch with a growl while you frantically make a beeline for the bathroom, searching for your first aid kit which has been put to good use by him on other occasions similar to this one. "sit up straight," you scold him, standing between his spread out legs with supplies in hand. "can't," he simply mutters, but you don't miss his suggestive smirk as he lazily pats his lap and you give him an incredulous frown. you cautiously sit nonetheless. atsumu's fingers lazily trace mindless patterns on the bare skin of your thigh, his other hand holding you firmly at the waist while you hold your breath and clean his wounds. he lets out a sharp his, hands clamping around your soft flesh and making your entire body feel like it's been lit on fire. "sit still," you complain, counterintuitive to your statement you squirm uncomfortably on his lap from the awkward position, earning a low chuckle from atsumu. in a swift motion, he gets a hold of your thigh and pulls it over his legs, making it so that you're straddling him. he closes his eyes and rests his hands on your hips, waiting for you to resume tending to his wounds like it's nothing. but you can't bring yourself to push yourself off him or flick his bruises to teach him a lesson. you only find yourself mesmerized by him under this light, even when he's wounded and bruised, if anything it makes him look... hotter. your cheeks heat up at the thought and you visibly shiver as you try and shake it off, atsumu doesn't miss the way he flusters you though. "hurry up before i start thinking how much you enjoy this." you shoot him a sharp look, but attempt to clean the dried blood off his lips before you embarrass yourself even more. "why do you keep doing this to yourself?" you mutter, pressing a little harder than needed out of annoyance. he jolts up slightly and hisses, fingers digging into your flesh instinctively. "you should have seen the other guy," he chuckles. "you won?" fingers come up under your chin and tilts your face upwards, you're suddenly hyperaware of your faces merely inches away from each other. "of course i did, angel. i always win."

i'm- my heart's fucking racing. y'all better reblog dhsush !

#—out of spite; gwen #haikyuu x reader #atsumu x reader #hq x reader #miya atsumu x reader #[ 🍰 : funfetti ]