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ultravioletrayz · 4 months

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So my idea for degradation fic involving Miguel would be something like this- (also please keep an open mind this idea is kinda out there)

So lets say Miguel is your mentor and you are so eager to please and do good work. You have always been kinda good at everything so people complementing you and telling you how great you are is nothing new. But Miguel is different, he's hard to please. So when you do something right he's not complementing you and that is odd for you, and when you mess something up well...he's quick to criticize you. this stirs something within you.

So you keep trying to please him and he's not into it he just keeps bringing you down and reader is starting to like it, sometimes wanting messing up. So lets say reader makes a big mistake on a mission and Miguel is ready to yell and degradant them but reader is getting turned on by it and Miguel noted it so he starts to degradant them more and it starts getting into NSFW territory. while he's getting into it he's just saying filth to you. "your so such a needy slut" "look at you getting turned on while I bully you, pathetic" "you want to be a good girl? you want me to praise you? too bad...now open..." *spits in readers mouth*

then if you can end it off where reader in passed out and thats when he's sweet in the aftercare when she dosn't know. he will open up to her one day just not yet.

Not even gonna lie, if Miguel was a meanie towards me i wouldn’t know whether to cry or cum.

Pairing: miguel o’hara x f!spiderperson!reader

Warnings: 18+, degrading kink, rough sex, fingering, orgasm denial/mild edging, getting bent over miguel’s desk, marking, clit slapping (like, once), pull-out method, absolutely terrible and rushed ending, miguel being mean, horny, and ultimately just socially-awkward

Summary: you strive for perfection in all areas… until the opportunity arises where doing the opposite will give you access to the perfection inside your mean boss’s boxers.

A/N: before anyone tries to come for me for making miguel seem like an asshole in this fic, ik that this isn’t entirely true to miguel’s character. however, i’m horny and dgaf. enjoy!!

Word Count: 3K (unedited)

For as long as you could remember, people would refer to you as ‘gifted’. It was as though everything you attempted to achieve was accomplished with ease. In your world, on the days when the Society was a distant memory and you were given the opportunity to act as a true Friendly Neighbourhood Spider-Person, you practically lived in a bubble of praise. Surprisingly, the media worshipped you, recognising you as the hero you are. Locals chanted your name, asked for autographs, and even demanded you accept gifts and tokens of appreciation every time you were spotted in your costume on the streets.

Although you forced yourself to stay humble within the public eye, you would be lying if you tried to convince yourself that the compliments and special treatment didn’t make you feel good, didn’t push you to be a better superhero for the sake of the citizens who practically worship the ground you walk on.

Which is the primary reason why having to tend to work and assignments at the Spider Society caused you so much misery. When you were first recruited, a few other Spider-People had mentioned how short-tempered and cold the boss is, but you had expected to win him over with your natural, over-achieving flare. That goal was quickly crushed when you met Miguel O’Hara for the first time. He had immediately lectured you on certain habits he had observed from footage of you fighting crime at home, giving you strict instructions on how to be better at your job. From then on, you’ve tried your best to view his constant criticism as a positive and value his (poor) attempts at mentoring you.

It didn’t take long for you to realise that he wasn’t really trying to help you, and he was just a grumpy asshole as everyone had warned and wanted you to follow orders rather than going out and trying to prove yourself constantly. Lately, you’ve been slipping up, making mistakes. You had come to terms with the fact that Miguel wasn’t interested in showing you any appreciation or praise for your hard work, and it had begun to affect your performance on missions, bringing you to this point.

“What the hell was that?” Miguel snarls at you, his platform lowering as he slams his fist on his desk and glares at you, his sharp red eyes burning holes in your pretty, sad little face. You had almost let an anomaly get away, blinded by your insecurities and Miguel’s lack of interest in your skills, you would have destroyed an entire universe if it weren’t for the backup Miguel had sent you.

“Miguel, let me explain-” You start, being cut off by an angry huff from Miguel.

“I’m sick of the excuses. I don’t care about how you handle shit in your own dimension. When you come here and are trusted to keep the multiverse stable, I expect you to do as you’re told. Unless the small task of containing the minor anomalies I assign you is too much to handle?” Miguel scoffs, shaking his head as he looks you up and down.

The look of disappointment on his tan, chiselled face would usually have you on the verge of tears, but as you’ve grown accustomed to his harsh beratement, it’s begun to have a very different effect on you. You can just imagine him, brushed back curls dishevelled and clinging messily to his face as he pounds into your needy pussy, whispering absolute filth into your ear as he uses you to get off. The thought has you practically soaking through your Spider-Suit, causing you to instinctively squeeze your thighs together as you force yourself to keep your gaze from dropping to Miguel’s broad, muscular physique. As his glare intensifies and he rolls his eyes at your subtle movements, you know he’s got you figured out.

Miguel’s heightened senses pick up on your current state of arousal, the scent of your slick making him dizzy as it clouds his mind. He had always beaten himself up about how harsh he could be towards you, reflecting on his cruelty to such a pretty girl with shame and regret. But finding out that you liked being treated so poorly by him, it has him going fucking crazy.

“Por el amor de Dios,” (for fuck’s sake) Miguel hisses, taking a step towards you, looming over your smaller form with a judgemental scowl plastered on his face. “You’re pathetic. Risking everything we work for here, just so that you can imagine me yelling at you while you finger-fuck yourself at night?”

Your eyes widen, his words reigning true as they hang in the air of the room. Yet, you make a miserable attempt at denying the accusation by shaking your head softly and taking a step back. Miguel only moves closer to you, intimidating you with his mere presence as his scowl curls into a cruel smirk.

“No me mientas, hermosa,” (don’t lie to me, beautiful) He whispers, one of his large, calloused hands grabbing your face and pulling you back towards him, fingers squeezing your cheeks as his breath hits your skin, sending shivers up and down your spine. “You’re usually so eager to please me. Did you think I was stupid enough not to notice when you started messing things up?”

“Miguel-” You whine, voice muffled due to the way he squishes your cheeks together, making your pretty lips jut out in a sad little pout.

“It always annoyed me how bubbly and determined you are,” He admits bluntly, sharp red eyes scanning your face, before trailing down to watch the way your thighs rub together in a pitiful attempt to alleviate the arousal coursing through you due to his relentless disparagement. “But I didn’t think you’d resort to acting like a dirty whore just because I’m not impressed by the ‘Friendly Neighbourhood’ act.”

His free hand trails down your body, fingers gliding between the valley of your breasts, down your stomach, and stopping just above the crotch of your Spider-Suit. He chuckles lowly as he watches the way you squirm in his grasp, hips attempting to roll against his hand for any kind of friction.

If we had to be completely honest, he actually enjoyed watching you work. You really are gifted, always applying yourself to missions. When he heard you would be handling an anomaly for him, he would feel relieved, even proud. But he knew that any compliments he gave you would just be lost in the sea of praise you already received. So, in order to set himself apart, he decided he was going to be a complete dickhead to you. He figured bullying you would motivate you to seek him out in a crowd, make you strive to impress him and show off to him, and ultimately bring the two of you closer. It was shameful, how awful he is at making first impressions, that he’d rather hurt a beautiful young girl’s feelings as opposed to being a reliable boss and potential friend. But now knowing that he hadn’t completely ruined his chances at getting closer to you, he was certainly going to take full advantage of this new development.

“Now look at you, you don’t wanna be a good girl for me anymore, nena?” Miguel teases, grinning as he sees the need and innocence in your eyes as he releases your face with a harsh push. “You wanna be a dumb little slut for your fucking boss, instead?”

You want to say no, want to deny his harsh words and hopefully gain back some of the dignity he was stripping away from you, but your body yearns for Miguel’s touch, his degradation fueling your most carnal desires, and you nod your head frantically. Miguel sighs at your eagerness, tapping your cheek firmly as he wraps a hand around your throat, not applying any pressure but allowing his thumb to lazily stroke the side of your neck.

He leans in to bite your bottom lip hard, causing you to cry out in pain and open your mouth. He takes the opportunity and slams his plump lips against yours, tongue intertwining around yours inside your warm mouth as he groans into the sloppy, demanding kiss. His hand drops from your throat as his bulging arms tuck themselves underneath the fat of your ass and he lifts you up, carrying you over to his platform and dumping you on top of his desk, lips never leaving yours. Miguel’s razor-sharp claws protrude from his fingertips, slicing through the material of your Spider-Suit and prompting a startled yelp from you as he rips your clothes right off your body.

The matching set you have on underneath has his dick thrumming in his suit, and he almost loses sight of his initial plan in a desperate temptation to worship your gorgeous body and shower you with the praise that he knows you deserve. But he wants to be different, wants to hold a special place in your heart, and this was the only way to do it.

“You wore these for me, didn’t you?” He hisses flippantly against your lips, throwing the rags of your once cute little Spider-Suit across his office, before tearing your bra open from the middle with just the strength of his grip, claws retracting back into the pads of his fingers. “Puta de mierda.” (fucking whore)

Miguel flips your body over on his desk with ease, your face now pressed against the cold, hard material as Miguel leaves a trail of deep bite marks and hickeys across the exposed skin of your back, making his way down to your clothed pussy at an agonising pace, your ass wiggling enticingly to try and convince Miguel to give you what you want, what you need from him. Miguel peels your soaked panties off of you, tossing them onto his desk chair for later, as his fingers run up and down your already dripping folds, causing him to chuckle to himself.

“I never would’ve pegged you for a girl who gets off on this kind of thing,” Miguel whispers as his fingers explore your wetness, his tone much softer as his sharp, red eyes admire the way your body looks bent over his desk. He snaps himself out of his trance, opting to tap on your clit harshly with his fingers to bring himself back to a place of lust and callousness, and to tease you further.

Miguel dips his two fingers into your cunt, making you moan and cry out, your hands gripping the edge of Miguel’s desk as you push your hips back to fuck yourself on his thick fingers. He pumps his digits in and out of you at a leisurely pace, curling them to hit that sweet, gummy spot inside of you each time they delve deeper into your pussy. Miguel groans at the way you clench around his fingers as he thrusts them into you, his knuckles drenched in your arousal as he watches the way you grind against his hand when his thumb rubs your pulsing clit to stimulate you further.

You’re completely falling apart at his touch, the way his fingers deliciously stretch your hole making you see stars as you approach your climax. Just as you’re about to cum, Miguel pulls his fingers out of your cunt and gives your clit a harsh slap, making you whine as your entrance twitches at the sudden loss.

“Sluts don’t get to cum ‘til I say so, muñeca.” Miguel taunts, disabling his nano-tech suit, the holographic material dissolving and revealing his tall, tan, muscular, the mere feeling of him towering over you from behind making you moan against his desk. He holds his fat, stiff cock in one hand, dragging it between your folds and gathering the slick trickling down your thighs as he scoffs at the way you tremble and spasm at his touch. “Especially sluts like you.”

Miguel plunges his dick into your pussy aggressively, bottoming out in one harsh slam of his hips against your ass and causing you to scream, his hand coming down to cover your mouth and muffle your echoing moans as he delivers fast, disciplining thrusts into the depths of your core, tip kissing your cervix with each frenzied movement. His cock rams into you mercilessly as he digs one hand into the plush of your waist while the other holds your head up, the two fingers he was using to play with your pussy forcefully entering your mouth. On instinct, you wrap your lips around them and suck the remnants of your essence off of his skin, moaning and choking on his thick digits as Miguel’s length stretches you to the brink of what is possible for your tight little pussy to handle and his balls slap against your puffy clit.

“Pussy was fucking made for me,” He grunts, delivering a smack to your juicy ass, the sting making you whine against his fingers, saliva dribbling down your chin and saturating the desk below your face. “Squeezing me so tight. It’s a shame that this pretty cunt can’t make up for how shit you are at your job. Maybe I won’t bother assigning you missions anymore? I’ll just call you in when I need a hole to fuck.”

Wow. He really did think of you as useless. You had always considered yourself to be good at what you do. At home, you were a hero. Here, bent over your boss’s desk and being fucked so mercilessly, you felt like nothing but a whore. You cry, tears rolling down your cheeks as you moan and squeal with each thrust of Miguel’s thick cock into your hungry pussy. Despite your underlying feelings of shame for your recent failures as an employee, being fucked like a slut by the very man you’ve been fantasising about since the first time you had the displeasure of meeting was able to snap you out of your sadness and overwhelm you with passion.

Hearing you sob around his fingers fills Miguel with a sharp pang of guilt, but he brushes it off and pounds into you harder to remind himself of his end goal, breaking you down until he can make you his. If you really were as into his cruelty as you seemed, he was going to give you exactly what you so desperately needed.

“Mig-Miguel, I’m- fuck! I’m so close.” You whine, his fingers in your mouth making your voice come out as a spluttering cry.

Miguel pulls his soaked fingers out of your mouth and holds your waist with both hands, fucking his cock impossibly deeper inside of you as the sound of skin slapping against skin and both of your desperate, breathy sounds of pleasure fill the dark office.

“Beg for it, amor.” He whispers against your ear, his chest pressed flush against your back as he nibbles at the smooth skin of your neck as his dick moves in and out of you at a brutal pace, the veins of his thick length caressing the warm walls of your pussy as he smushes his tip against your sweet spot with each thrust.

“Please, Miguel! I promise I’ll do better. I won’t make another mistake again, I’m gonna be so good, I swear! Better than I’ve ever been!” Your breathless pleas make Miguel feel a conflicting surge of both guilt and power. He watches the way your back arches and your thighs shake as you try so so hard not to cum, to be a good girl for him and follow his orders. At the end of the day, you just wanted him to like you, to see how good of a hero you are, and he knew that. Which is why he’s finding it so fun to toy with you like this.

“Shh, I know. I’ll let you cum, sweetheart.” Miguel coos, tugging on your hair so that he can reach your face and plant a kiss on your tear-stained cheek, his soft, long-awaited act of reassurance contrasting the lewd sounds of squelching as he fucks you with mind-numbing intensity.

He reflects on his words as he listens to the way his unexpected words make you cry and whimper, and part of him regrets the way he approached your relationship, wishing he had just been honest with you and praised your efforts from the start, rather than being cruel and bending you over his desk to fuck you so harshly. But the way you tighten and pulse around his sensitive dick brings him back to the present, and he gives your waist an encouraging squeeze.

The tiny action of consolation has you spiralling, your vision going spotty as you squirt around Miguel’s fat cock, squeals and moans leaving your glistening lips as your whole body twitches with the all-consuming sensation of your release. Watching as you come undone, Miguel feels himself rapidly approaching his own release. He curses and pulls out of your sopping cunt, watching the way his leaky tip shines with your juices. It sends Miguel over the edge. He lets out a sharp whimper as he cums all over your round ass and your spine, thick globs of his climax staining your sweaty skin and making you exhale shakily.

The sex and your crying make you pass out on the desk, and Miguel quickly covers you up and carries you to his quarters, laying you down in his bed and tucking you in. He whispers a quick apology to you, letting his cruel persona disappear and showing you how much he actually values you as a colleague and person when he thinks you’re asleep, but you hear everything.

Maybe you didn’t really need to be praised by Miguel to know that you were good enough. And maybe he didn’t need to be so afraid of showing you that appreciation. For now, though, the angry sex would be a pleasant memory for both of you, in an odd way.

“Get some rest, cariño. You deserve it, for being such a good girl.”

I FINALLY FINISHED IT OMG. Thank you all for being so patient 💜💜

#ultravioletrayz #miguel smut #miguel o'hara smut #miguel o’hara smut #spiderman 2099 smut #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel ohara x reader #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel x reader

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felice-jaganshi · 2 months

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My Fallen Apple

Lucifer X Reader

Chapter 1

You weren't originally supposed to be in hell. You only ended up here after telling Adam you refused to be his Third wife. He was a bitter prick about it, and shoved you out of heaven. Last thing you saw as you fell, was the look of shock and regret on his face. Not that you cared. He didn't deserve your forgiveness or pity…

Next thing you knew when you opened your eyes was pain. A burning sensation from your back. Oh fuck, your wings! They- they're not supposed to bend like that! You scream in agony and despair, realizing you'd broken and bent your wings! There was no way to fly back up to heaven now!

“Someone… Someone help!” You cried out, hoping maybe somehow one of your friends in heaven could hear your prayers. But… it was pointless. No prayers from hell could ever reach heaven, not even from an angel. Now here you were… fallen.

“Whoa! That looks pretty bad.” A voice, footsteps getting closer!

“Please! I- I don't belong here!” You tried to sit up, barely managing it with a sob. You look up to see who the voice belonged to.

“I'll say, you're in my garden, almost landed in my rose bushes too.” A short man with blonde hair frowned at you with his arms crossed. “I swear, just because my wife has been off working for seven years, doesn't mean I'm magically single! How did you get in here?”

“I… fell… who are you?” He looked surprised by your words.

“Who am I?! You're kidding right?” You shook your head, and he got serious.

“where did you fall from?”

“Heaven…” He took a deep breath through his nose.

“I see…” He started walking towards you, and you started to pull your wings around to shield yourself, having forgotten they were broken. This made the firey pain flare back up! You hadn't noticed it go numb earlier, but now, you wished you hadn't moved them! You couldn't help the whimper that escaped your lips. It made him stop moving.

“H- hey, I'm… I'm not gonna hurt you.” His voice was soft and low. “I promise, I just wanna help. Will you let me?” He held out his empty hands, waiting for permission before moving even a single step closer.

“Y-you still didn't answer my question. Who are you?” You had a sinking feeling…

“Me? Oh, nobody. Just the big boss of hell himself!” He chuckled at his own humor before shooting you a grin, “Call me Lucifer. And you are?”

Before you could answer, the world went dark, and you fell unconscious again.

The next time you open your eyes, you're in bed. A dream then. Thank God! But why have a nightmare about getting kicked out of heaven? Was it a warning Adam was gonna be a pissy shit when you gave him your answer today? You finally open your eyes and realize… this isn't your room. And… this isn't your bed! You sit up, wings curling around yourself as a shield and looking around frantically! Everything was extravagant and gilded! Some kind of palace suite? Then… oh. OH FUCK! YOU REALLY DID MEET LUCIFER!

“Oh hey, you're up! Great, hungry? I made pancakes.” The devil himself entered the room with a syrup soaked stack, steaming and fresh. Before you could refuse him, your stomach growled loudly, answering for you.

“I didn't think the devil would cook his own meals…” was all you could think to say. He set the tray in front of you, there was even a glass of juice.

“Why wouldn't I? Best way to make sure no one poisons me! Haha, not that it'd actually kill me.” He smiled, “oh, and you're welcome for healing you by the way. Once you're done eating, you can head back on up home.” He smiled and made a wing flapping motion with his arms. You giggle, it was kind of cute. He was so tiny, and handsome in a cute way. Not at all how heaven described him.

“You're… different from how heaven said you'd be.” You say, before eating some of the food he'd been generous enough to share. They were apple flavored.

“Oh really? And how is heaven describing me to you younger angels these days?” He raised an eyebrow, genuinely curious.

“They said you would be cruel. Take joy in the pain and suffering of others. That you didn't know how to laugh or smile, only how to hate and hurt… but, you just proved all of that wrong.”

Lucifer was shocked, “I… that's how they think of me? My own siblings are telling people this?” He looked hurt, gripping a hand to his heart. “Mikey and Gabe… they know I'm not… that I'd never…”

You got up from the bed, you couldn't stand seeing him like this, on the edge of tears from your own words! You should have found a gentler way to… ah fuck it, too late for that now. You pull him into a hug, wrapping your wings around him.

“I'm sorry.” You kept your tone soft and genuine, and that seemed to be the last straw. He hugged back and started bawling into your shoulder!

Now here you are, fallen from heaven, showing sympathy to the devil. You rubbed his back in soothing circles. “It's alright, let it all out, I got you.”

You weren't originally supposed to be in hell, but it didn't seem like such a bad place to be really.

(This was written for a very dear friend of mine. She's crazy for Lucifer, and I'm crazy about her so... yeah! Hope you all like it as much as she has!)

#lucifer morningstar #lucifer x reader #hazbin hotel #fallen apple #fallen angel

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millenialfanfictionaddiction · 1 year

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Being Team Japan’s Manager:

Miss Manager gets her Period

Team Japan x female reader (she/her pronouns)

Warnings: period talk, swearing, blood mentioned, period symptoms (cramps, vomiting, bloating, etc)

A/N: I need comfort right now, feel free to ignore

Honestly you should have seen the warning signs YN

But somehow you missed the notification from your period tracking app

You missed the sighs of being extremely tired, moody and just down right agitated

You cried for no reason the other day and it still didn’t register

I mean, it’s not like you are busy or anything

You are the team manager for Team Japan after all

Probably the one of the worlds most dangerous jobs

But also super rewarding 😌

You’ve been the teams manager for a few months now

And you’ve definitely had your period before during practice

But this, this was completely different

You see, never has your period fully started right in the middle of practice

And certainly not with this much vigor 😬

Let’s just say, you aren’t on birth control at all

But you also never really needed it

Because as shitty as birth control can be sometimes, it can be very helpful

Anyways, it was a normal Friday morning and you woke up feeling… off

Like just blah

Honestly you didn’t think much of it because the Olympics were a month away

Which meant that the boys were on edge

Practices were lasting hours and downtime was limited

Not to mention you were dealing with more Bokuto Emo modes than normal and more tantrums from Atsumu and Kageyama

Basically the fatigue and blah feeling wasn’t unwarranted

You checked the mirror, noticing you had a small acne flare up on your jaw

You sighed, putting some coverup on it before heading out

On your way to the gym, you stopped to grab you and the coaches coffee

A typically Friday routine you had developed

Walking into the gym, the sound of volleyballs hit your ears

As well as the agitating, grating voices of those hitting said volleyballs 😒

You barely hit the door when it starts

“YNS HERE!!” Hinata screams

“YN please tell me you finished the laundry yesterday, we ran out of fresh towels and I only have 5 stashed away!”Sakusa chimes in

“YN please help tape my fingers,” Hakuba adds

“YN you promised you’d measure our jump heights today too! I have to show Hinata that I can get higher!” Hoshiumi shouts

“YN do you have that extra nail files? I left my kit at home,” Kageyama says

“YN I need you to toss for me because these other idiots can’t do it like you do!” Atsumu whines

Literally it’s like walking into a daycare but with giant volleyball players 😅

“Guys give me like 5 minutes please!” You shout, walking over to the coaches and handing them their coffee before stomping to your office

“Is Yn ok?” Coach asks as the assistant coach shrugs

You just need a minute to breathe, that’s all you need

Too bad you work with people who don’t understand the idea of “needing a minute to breathe”

*knock knock*

You groan as your door open and Iwaizumi appears

Please, you don’t even want to see Iwa today

Damn YN you ok 👀

“Iwa what?” You say a little annoyed

“Damn, did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed or something? I just came to give you the training schedules,” Iwa said as you sighed and took them

“Sorry Iwa, I’m just feeling off I didn’t meant it,” you said as Iwa nodded

“It’s cool Yn but maybe drink that coffee or something to help?” He says as you sigh and sit down

You manage to drink approximately 1 sip before Aran is at your door

“YN hey! I was hoping we could go over some plays?” He said as you resigned yourself to the fact that today just isn’t your day

A few hours in, you get ready for the team meeting

Your walking through the gym when the first cramps hit

“Ohh ouch!” You whince as you grab your side

“YN, you good?” Komori asks, noticing immediately

“Yeah I think I’m fine,” you say

“You know Yn, when my tummy’s upset, I go to the brathroom and it helps a lot!” Hinata says as Kageyama rolls his eyes

“Hinata nobody knows more about the bathroom than you do!” He says as Hinata glares at him

“I’m sure I’m fine, it’s almost lunch anyways. I think I just need to eat,” you say

You grab your lunch, sitting with the few mature memebers of the team

The VERY FEW

Aran, Hyakuzawa, Iwaizumi, Komori, Yaku and occasionally Sakusa, if he’s not on one 🙄

Anyways, as your finishing lunch, you stand up and it happens

You rn 👉🏻🧍‍♀️😐😳

The fear in your eyes 😅 trust me YN, we’ve all been there

“Yn you good?” Aran asks as Iwa and Hyakuzawa look at you

“Umm I think my period just started,” you say

Now the fear in your eyes has transferred to their eyes 👁️👄👁️

Please Yn, nothing is off limits with these guys

They talk about bodily functions daily and some of them have sisters, so like they aren’t clueless to what a period is

Before they can even say anything you RUN to the bathroom, and sure enough

“Dammit!” You scream as everyone in a 20 mile radius hears you

“Uhhh Yn, you good?” Yaku asks, knocking on the door to the bathroom

“Yeah but uhh I don’t have a tampon, can you grab me one form my desk?” You asks as Bokuto runs to your office

At this point, they’ve all come to the bathroom hallway and it’s like a team effort to help you 😂

Team bonding if you will

“Crap there isn’t any in here!” Bokuto shouts as Atsumu runs to tell you

“Yn Bo said there isn’t any in your desk!”

“Shit, check my bag!” You scream

“Check her bag bo!” Hakuba shouts

“Nothing!” Bokuto shouts back

“Fuck!” You say, resigning yourself to the fact that you’ll definitely need to make a makeshift toilet paper pad

“YN do you want me to run to the corner store?” Hinata asks

“Would you please? I’m not really looking to make a toilet paper pad,” you said as Hinata nodded

“Wait what’s a ‘toilet paper pad’?” Atsumu asks

“YN send Hoshiumi a picture of the tampons you use and we will go!” Hinata shouts as Hoshiumi and him race out

“Is anyone gonna answer my question?” Atsumu says, annoyed

“Idiot she would have to shove toilet paper in her underwear to stop the bleeding until she got a tampon or pad!” Yaku says

“Omg this toilet paper is so course and had like zero absorbency!” Atsumu shouts

“I know Sumu!! That’s why that’s not ideal!” You say

“YN do you need pain relievers?” Iwa asks

“If you have some, the cramps are getting bad,” you say as Iwa runs to his office

He grabs a heating pack and some pain relievers

He comes back just as Hinata and Hoshiumi return

“Damn that was like 7 minutes impressive!” Komori says

Hinata and Hoshiumi 👉🏻💅💅

“Here Yn, we got them!” Hinata says passing the pads into the bathroom

You manage to get yourself sorted, leaving some pads in the bathroom as you exit

You come out of the bathroom and are greeted with a forest 🌳

“Uhh hey guys?” You say as Iwa hands you the heating pack and some pain relievers

“Are you ok YN?” Bokuto asks 🥺

You just laugh

“I’ll be fine guys, I deal with this every month but I’ll admit, I was a little surprised this time!” You said

“Ok well I think it’s time we get back to work,” Aran says

“I’m super hyped up right now!” Hinata says as him and Hoshiumi race back to the gym

“Is anyone surprised?” Iwa says

“I’m actually surprised they managed to handle the task of getting tampons for Yn,” Yaku interjects

“This isn’t Hinata’s first time dealing with this, he does have a little sister,” Kageyama added

“And Hoshi?” Hakuba says

“He probably just wanted to race Hinata,” you laugh

“Ok guys, let’s go! Yn go sit down and out that heating pad on!” Iwa orders

“Iwa I’m fine-” you argue

“YN I wouldn’t argue with Iwa if I were you,” Sakusa interjects

“Yeah he’s super scary when he gets mad!” Kageyama shivers

“WHAT DID I JUST SAY?!?” Iwa yells as you all stiffin

Aye aye captain 🫡

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maelstroms-blog · 1 year

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Chronic pain Hob is something i hold dear, inspired by @softest-punk chronic Hob fics

Enjoy

The walk to the park wasn't long, even less when he had company. Hob glanced at his cosmic entity boyfriend, despite his stoic demeanor, there was a light in his blue eyes, a light that only Hob was allowed to see.

Feeding the birds had become one of their favourite past times, walking hand in hand to sit in what Hob affectionately called 'Dream's brooding bench.'

The words had been met with his iconic pout, yet he still gripped his hand. The image of Dream feeding the birds like the softie he was, it filled Hob with a warm feeling he hadn't felt in centuries. It didn't matter how many loaves he had to buy, he would purchase every bakery in the country just to see Dream smile.

But today was different.

He should have known when he awoke to a familiar ache, radiating from his knee. Despite his history with said knee, he pushed it to the back of his mind. Him and Dream had a day planned, and he would be damed if he'd let a little ache stop him.

He hid his limp, especially when he saw Dream waiting for him, out the New Inn. He was dressed in his usual black attire, hands shoved into his coat pockets. But those beautiful, blue eyes sparkled like the night sky when he spotted Hob. He pulled out a pale, thin hand and reached out to him, beckoning him closer. The sight alone was enough for Hob to forget about his pain, and everything else around him.

'Hello, duck,' he grabbed Dream's hand, smiling when he squeezed back. For this, he could ignore a little knee pain, just for a few hours. He's managed for a lot longer.

Hob was doing pretty well, they fell into their usual habit, Hob talking, Dream listening. Every so often, he glances at Dream's face, admiring his profile, his pale skin, perfect, rosebud mouth and those cheekbones. Hob isn't ashamed to admit that he stumbled a few times. Because of this, the pain returned with a vengeance. A particular spasm made him wince. He leaned on his other leg, trying to relieve his bad led in any way possible.

He must not have done a good job of hiding, a deep voice broke through his haze,

'Hob, are you alright?'

Hob blinked, forcing his face into a more neutral expression,

'Course I am, love, why do you ask?'

'You have been limping for the past few minutes, and you hissed, as if in pain.'

Hob mentally swore,

'I'm fine, just woke up with a stiff knee is all.'

Dream did not look convinced.

'A stiff knee?' A dark eyebrow quirked up, disappearing under a strand of black hair,

'A stiff knee would not have you squeezing my hand to such an extent.'

Confused, Hob looked down at their joined hands, he was clutching Dream's hand so tight that his knuckles looked ready to burst from his skin. Hob gasped, yanking his hand away. Along Dream's palm, he saw, with horror, the half moon imprints of his fingernails.

'Oh, Dream!' Hob started, sick with guilt, 'I'm so sorry, I wasn't thinking.'

Dream said nothing, he just watched as Hob took his palm and gently rubbed at the marks.

'Forgive me, I didn't know,' his heart was racing and in his panic, his knee pain returned full force.

Dream gently removed his hand from Hob's grasp and placed it on his shoulder,

'Be honest, are you in pain?'

Hob gazed into those eyes, another lie ready on his tongue. He swallowed.

'...yes.'

Immediately, Dream's expression changed, his eyebrows knitting together in concern,

'What happened?' Anger flashed in his eyes, 'Who hurt you?'

Hob shook his head, 'No one, love, well, no one living at least.'

He couldn't help but smile at his lover's head tilt,

'It's just a flare up from an old war wound, don't ask me which one, they all sort of blurred together.

'Why did you not tell me?'

Hob rubbed the back of his neck,

'I didn't want to cancel our day,' he quietly admitted, Dream heard it clearly, and in an instant, his eyes shimmered.

'Don't worry, I'll be fine, we'll be sitting down in a minute,' he grabbed Dream's hand again, making sure to be gentle,

'Come on, we don't want to keep the birds waiting.'

As he turned to cross the street, he found himself colliding with his bedroom wall. Through bleary eyes, he caught sight of sand disappearing into thin air.

'Ow,' he rubbed his nose, luckily, his bad knee was safe, still aching, but safe.

'Apologies,' Dream gently turned him, 'I did not expect you to walk away.'

Still a little dazed, Hob merely said, 'It's alright, duck,' he tried to walk out of the door,

'But we better head to the park before it gets dark.'

It took just one step for Hob's knee to give up, it buckled and Hob fell. He would've landed on his hardwood floor had it not been for Dream's quick reflexes. Hob swore, aloud this time, he looked up into Dream's face, embarrassed at the worry visible there.

'I'll be alright in a minute, I just need to-,'

Hob suddenly felt weightless. Did he just die? Was this his soul leaving his body?

No, it was Dream, holding him bridal style. Hob blushed deeply,

'Dream!'

The Dream king did not listen, carrying him effortlessly despite Hob being the bigger of the two. His protests were ignored as he was put to bed,

'Dream, really, this isn't necessary.'

With a sudden pinch of sand, his skin felt chilled.

His clothes were gone. Hob couldn't help letting out an undignified yelp, pulling the blankets around him.

'Be calm, Hob Gadling, it is not anything I haven't seen before.'

Hob shit him a glare, even at the tiny smirk on his lover's face. With another pinch, he was fully dressed, this time in his comfiest pyjamas.

'Be at ease, I shall return momentarily,' with a swish of his coat, he was gone. Hob made to follow but his knee protested, loudly. He gritted his teeth to stop him from crying out, now that he wasn't moving, he could feel every stab of pain shooting up his leg. He pulled up his pyjama leg, carefully, the cool air did nothing to ease the heat radiating from his swollen knee. The long, ugly scar standing out even more from his tanned skin. He didn't dare touch it.

Dream reappeared without a sound, holding a mug of hot tea and some painkillers. Resigned to his fate, Hob silently accepted the tea and downed two tablets, dry.

'You don't have to stay with me,' Hob grimaced, 'You can go onto the park if you want.'

Dream looked offended,

'Why would I leave you here to suffer alone?'

Without another word, he placed his hands on Hob's knee. He tensed, then found himself melting into his touch. Dream's hands warmed until they rivalled his hot water bottle. The relief almost brought tears to his eyes.

'You will answer me honestly,' Dream started, his voice deeper, 'Why did you not inform me of your pain?'

Hob was quiet at first, just sipped his tea, but, whether it was from Dream's penetrating gaze or his magic hands, Hob found himself spilling his guts.

'This was our first day off in weeks, I didn't want to cancel on you, just because of a bum knee,' sadness washed over him,

'I'm sorry for disappointing you.'

The heat suddenly disappeared, Hob looked up to see Dream staring at him,

'You are correct, Hob Gadling, I am disappointed.'

Hob bowed his head, only looking up when a cold finger touched his chin, he forced himself to look up again, meeting star filled eyes.

'I am disappointed because my lover thought I would rather have him suffer in silence than tell me of his pain,'

'But our day-'

'There will be plenty of opportunities to feed the birds, but there is only one Hob Gadling.'

He gently cupped Hob's face,

'I need you to be happy and healthy, I don't ever want you to hide your pain from me, I want you to tell me so I can help. You always tell me I am good at listening, so, why do you not take advantage?'

He ended with a cold kiss to Hob's forehead,

'Please, let me help.' The words were quiet, it could have been his imagination but he knew Dream's voice. Hob looked up, into Dream's face, too choked up to speak, he merely nodded.

Satisfied, Dream changed into his own sleepwear, stolen from Hob, and lay down next to him, resting his head on his shoulder. He pressed his long legs against Hob, easing his knee with warmth once again.

'Rest, Hob, the birds will still be there tomorrow,' and with that, Dream snuggled in closer. It might have been the medicine, his bed or his lover's influence, he felt his eyes grow heavy. He placed his mug on the bedside table and buried his face in Dream's messy hair,

'Thank you,' he mumbled, sleep pulling him under. The last thing he saw was those blue eyes, gazing at him lovingly, those two stars followed him into the Dreaming

********

'This isn't really what I was picturing,' Hob admitted, peering through a haze of what Dream called "the orbs". The pair were sitting in Fiddler's Green, the grass as soft as clouds and the sun as warm as Dream's hands were, surrounded by the Dreaming's entire winged population.

Dream looked up, scratching the chin of a tiny, purring gargoyle,

'What do you mean?'

'Well,' Hob had to choose his words carefully, wary of the eyes on him,

'I was sort of picturing real birds,' he whispered.

Dream smiled, 'It matters not, they are winged creatures,' the gargoyle snatched a crust from the Dream King's hand, nibbling it like a hamster.

'What about me?' Matthew cawed, perched on Dream's shoulder,

'Sorry, Matthew, I don't know if you count,'

'And you do not like bread,'

Matthew ruffles his feathers, 'It would be nice to be offered.'

#the sandman #dreamling #dream of the endless #ferdinand kingsley #tom sturridge #dream x hob #neil gaiman #dabble #criticism welcome #the sandman comics #comfort

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fatuismooches · 6 months

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Yesss please, let's have some fluff for fragile reader and dottore <3 My new medication has been helping with my pain, so so so I'm just imagining like something Dottore is doing to help fragile reader is *helping* somewhat, their pain is lessened even if not completely gone but! It's progress! This makes the two of them feel hope for the first time in what could possibly be years, the sheer joy of something working, even just slightly, has the reader crying in joy because they've been able to walk a bit without collapsing. They still need their mobility aids but for the first time in decades they're not in agonizing pain and feel their limbs settle even slightly. It's not an overnight thing of course, Dottore has been monitoring them, and they've done their best to upkeep their progress. It isn't until one morning when they think about how the last few months have been before they realize as they're standing up to move around, moving to the lab, that it's... not as agonizing as it normally is? The bad flare ups are there obviously, but they don't feel like they're withering away. They feel.... stable, both metaphorically and literally. They haven't had any new marks from their body unable to hold itself up and bumping/scratching against the walls. They make their way to Dottore in the lab that morning, hobbling along more excited than normal, the smile on their face wide and joyful. It almost feels silly to tell him the progress, the fact they can hold a pen for longer now without the pain in their wrist being unbearable, the marks on their hands have begun to heal without new ones appearing, their steps more steady. Their illness isn't curable. It probably never will be, no matter how much Dottore tries. But... the sign of progress, of being able to *manage* it.... that is enough. It is enough. ❤️ -❤️‍🩹🌹

Oh,, this is so sweet fluffy and soft I love it so much! And I'm glad you've been feeling better anon, that makes me happy ❤️ I like to think so too... that although things don't get better quickly enough, they do over a long period of time.... after all, Dottore is your genius husband, you've always believed in him even when he hit so many roadblocks and failures along the way. It's an extremely important moment for both of you, you feeling better after so many years of illness and Dottore relieved that finally something worked. Perhaps not a cure, but to see you so elated and free after centuries makes him regret absolutely nothing. The segments too of course, they're finding amusement in your new-found energy and attempts to squeeze them to death with your hugs. In fact, there's a different energy in the lab now. Of course, it'll always have that looming air of despair and death to others... but when you're happy, the segments are too, and that means they spend less threatening the regular agents and leaving them alone!! Granted they have more work to do now since the segments are busy slacking off and showing you all the cool things they couldn't show you before due to your illness but at least they have a higher chance of surviving now!!

I imagine your progress just hits you one day, how you've been feeling a lot better both mentally and physically, of course, you're not in tip-top shape but the fact just makes you have a rush of excitement and exhilaration. You almost wonder if you've been dreaming for a while, but nope, this is all real. When you barge into Dottore's office, practically slamming the door open, he's initially worried that something bad happened. But you plopped yourself on his lap and placed both your hands on his shoulder, beckoning his attention with not just your body language but that sweet smile he hadn't seen in so long, then going off into a tangent with all the things you can do now. Your voice raising in pitch and volume as you waved your hands in glee, just completely contented and joyful. Dottore didn't interrupt once as he merely listened to you talk for so long without getting out of breath, and then at the end, he pulled you closer and gently bit your neck. Perhaps he can't express his happiness for you outwardly as well, but that's okay.

#smooches talks #fragile reader <3 #🌹❤️‍🩹 anon #dottore love notes <3 #my heart... ouhhhh its in shambles #i love soft dot and fragile reader smmm <33

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simlit · 2 months

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Chosen of the Sun | | dawn // eighteen

| @maladi777 | @poisonedsimmer | @mangopysims

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COURTESANS: Bye, bye! Thanks for coming! ASTER: Even when I’m not paying, they get all my money… TALILA: You were robbed? ASTER: Robbed? Yes, let’s go with that. Anyways, I’m sure not up to snuff, perhaps milady will escort me back to my room? TALILA: No, no, I think you’re better off with a different sort of escort. ASTER: Eh? TALILA: Tada! ASTER: Pass. TALILA: Oh go on. I’ll see you both tomorrow! ASTER: Little devil… who taught her this? THERION: I have an idea. ASTER: Ugh, on second thought, I’m not that drunk. I’ll head back on my own. THERION: You’re still avoiding me, then? ASTER: I told you I— ASTER: sighs Oh, alright, fine. Let’s go. THERION: I admit, I didn’t expect you’d be so bothered. I always thought you were type not to get hung up on anything. ASTER: I’m not hung up. Look, I don’t like to let things get to me. But sometimes, things get to me. THERION: It’s just a game— ASTER: I’ve played those kinds of games before. Not willingly, and it was never my turn. It’s always the ones laughing who write the rules, and those on the receiving end of a poorly dealt hand, well, it’s not that fun. THERION: I just… ASTER: If you want to go around mucking people up in trials, I can’t tell you not to. THERION: I don’t want to upset you, Aster. ASTER: Why should you care? THERION: Well, you’re my friend. ASTER: Friend? That’s… interesting. THERION: At least, I thought we were. I guess maybe I was wrong. ASTER: I don’t know if you are. Honestly, I’ve never stayed long in anyone’s lives, and they’ve never stayed long in mine. I’m sure once we all leave here, we’ll go our separate ways. Are we “friends”? Maybe, for a time. While it’s convenient. I don’t know. I’ve never had one before. THERION: Never? ASTER: Are friends people you see from time to time? People you’re familiar with that probably wouldn’t bat an eye if they saw you in a spot of trouble? I’ve got people I’d drink with. Hells, maybe even people I’d lend a silverpence, if the timing was right. But beyond that, beats me. THERION: I would say… a friend is some you can rely on. Someone who wouldn’t go out of their way to hurt you, because even if they might not say so, they care about your happiness, and they want to see you well. Maybe your ideals don’t always align, but you enjoy each other’s company, and you’d hate to see them go. ASTER: Can’t imagine anyone feeling that way about me. THERION: Well, I do. ASTER: Hm. THERION: I’m sorry… about what happened during the trial. I… it’s not the first time I’ve gotten carried away. I could make excuses and say I’ve got a knack for following bad orders; It wouldn’t be the first time “playing along” with someone’s ideas got me in trouble. At the end of the day, I was the one who agreed. And I didn’t stop them. Though, this time… I should have drawn my line in the sand. ASTER: And the Witcher? You apologize to her? She’s the one you really hurt, after all. THERION: Eira seems to take things less personally. Though, that’s probably another can of worms entirely. I’ll still talk to her. Drive the point home. ASTER: Good. Probably best. THERION: I can still walk you back to your room, if you’d like. Might not have the same, uh, flare as the Nymph and probably won’t end as excitingly but… ASTER: Ah, might as well. You never know in this city, a poor bard alone and defenseless? My gods, there’s monsters out there!

#ts4 #ts4 screenshots #ts4 story #ts4 bachelor challenge #chosen of the sun #cc: aster songleaf #cc: talila #cc: therion erandaer

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royalvelvette · 2 months

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dance with me, darling

Final part! The sillies are finally dancing (somewhat). Read on Archive of Our Own here.

(Part 1, Part 2)

Rating: T Warnings: Canon Typical Language, Allusions to Canon Typical Violence

(not so much a warning as a note - Valentino is a POV character in this one)

Characters: Vaggie, Charlie Morningstar, Vox, Valentino, Velvette Mentioned: Husk, Niffty

Word Count: 2456

Vaggie was about two seconds away from going after Charlie herself when she came back. She shot off a quick ‘thank you’ to Husk, made a mental note to do something nice for him sometime soon, and moved to help Charlie with the two plates of food. One good thing about the mixed sinner/hellborn staff meant the hotel had access to ingredients from the other rings – things like eggs, from actual chickens.

(She’d wondered if there was any difference between earth chickens and hell chickens, once – Charlie had gotten a picture for her. There weren’t any, though there were definitely breeds that would never be seen on earth.)

Charlie smiled at her as her arm fell back to her side. Vaggie perched on the edge of the bed; pressing her thigh against Charlie’s when she sat next to her. For a few moments, the only sounds were of scraping cutlery and eating. There was no good way to start the conversation they needed to have, though, and Vaggie tended to get stomachaches from eating too fast a lot easier. Even so, before she got the chance to speak, Charlie did,

“I’m sorry I snapped at you this morning,” she said quietly. “I just... this is the first year I’ve been able to help so many people, Vaggie, and you kind of... sprung this day off on me.”

Vaggie nodded. “Yeah. I’m sorry, too – I could have woken you up last night and told you then,” she said.

Charlie pressed back against Vaggie’s thigh. Forgiven, then; just like she had already forgiven Charlie. They finished their breakfast in comfortable silence. Vaggie took their now-empty plates and stood up, walking them over to the desk wedged into the corner and setting them down. She could feel Charlie’s eyes following her.

Well. It had been a while since she had had a good stretch. With a sigh, she rolled her shoulders. Then she flared her wings, grimacing as the stretch pulled on her overtaxed muscles. She really should have been warming up better these past two weeks; oh well. She stretched her wings as far as they could go without hurting too bad, held the position for a count of one- two-

On three, she let the muscles relax, stretching her arms above her head as she turned around. Charlie was watching her intently, sclera slightly red around the edges. Vaggie smiled – even on days she didn’t feel very pretty (most days, but especially now that she could feel dirt and dust and something sticky in her feathers gross), Charlie was always an appreciative audience. Normally, she would do the full routine, especially with Charlie watching so attentively, but starting with her wings had been a mistake.

(The sticky something was probably blood, fuck, disgusting, it needed to be gone yesterday)

“Shower with me?” she asked, offering a hand to Charlie.

The red of Charlie’s sclera darkened. “Please,” she answered, taking Vaggie’s hand (and nearly her arm), pulling her towards the ensuite.

“No sex,” Vaggie said. “I’m too sore right now, sweetie.”

Charlie huffed but nodded, releasing Vaggie’s hand. Vaggie sat on the toilet seat as Charlie dug around under the sink. She tucked her wings in (ugh, how had she been flying with this much shit in them?) just long enough to take her nightgown off. She would have to change the bedding after the shower; no telling how dirty it was, or if it had even been changed since before everything.

Charlie straightened up with a victorious sound, brandishing the washcloths like trophies. Vaggie clapped; Charlie took a mocking bow. The red had faded from her eyes again; not necessarily a bad thing, especially because Vaggie wasn’t lying about being sore. Charlie handed her the cloths and took her dirty clothes, tossing it down the laundry chute along with her own. Vaggie ruffled her feathers, trying to get the worst of the loose ones to shake out.

“Preening after?” Charlie asked, turning the shower on.

Vaggie nodded. “Yes, please,” she said. “I think this is the worse off my wings’ve been since my first time down here.”

Charlie offered a sympathetic look along with her hand. Vaggie took the hand gladly, sighing as the hot water (hotter than if she was showering on her own, but cooler than Charlie usually had it) hit her skin.

The shower was quick, all things considered. Charlie ended up with a feather stuck to her shin, and there was an unfortunate amount gathered by the drain, but the even just the shower had Vaggie feeling so much better. She hadn’t realized how many half-broken and just loose feathers had been in there; not to mention the lack of dirt and blood making her feel lighter than she had in... a while. She watched Charlie pick up the fallen feathers – even the broken ones – with the care of someone holding something precious; carefully setting them on the sink counter.

“Babe,” she said, “you do know we can just throw them out, right?”

Charlie gasped. “Before I get to pick out my favourites? No!” She cupped her hands, hiding the feathers from view.

Vaggie rolled her eyes. “One favourite. The nightstand is gonna overflow if you keep all of them.”

“But they’re all so good! They came from you!”

“One,” Vaggie said, trying to ignore the heat rising to her face. “One, and you have until I’m dressed to pick it.”

“But what about preening?” Charlie asked, pouting.

Vaggie fluttered her wings; pleased when nothing fell out or shifted uncomfortably. “We’ll do that tonight. I’ll braid your hair.”

Charlie sighed. “Okay...”

Charlie had managed to pick out one by the time Vaggie came back in to brush her hair. She took the rest of the old feathers and swept them into the trash as Charlie left to go get dressed herself. Vaggie took the opportunity to look at herself and winced. Okay, yeah, maybe she had been going too hard lately. She could probably get away with Charlie’s insanely early body clock, instead of waking up before dawn.

She checked her phone, just in case something had gone wrong downstairs. There was nothing from Husk, so it was probably fine – or at least, manageable. Velvette had sent her a thumbs up and a going back to bed; Valentino still hadn’t read his; and Vox had seen his but hadn’t responded. About what she expected, honestly. Niffty had sent her the area that had been set aside for the five of them today; one of the recreation rooms Vox had insisted on.

Vaggie sighed, a little more tension leaking out with it. Maybe a day off wouldn’t be so bad.

Valentino woke up slowly; a novel experience he missed dearly. The last two weeks had been nothing but work, work, work. Not to mention, his chest ached and his throat was cracked and dry all the time. Even still, he was... confused. Vox hadn’t used the body pillow trick since Charlie insisted they start helping (without! Contracts! Or favours! Just helping! For free!) those injured and displaced by the extermination. Vox always made sure Valentino was downstairs before Charlie – something something optics; he hadn’t really been listening.

So to wake up alone, wrapped around a body pillow instead of Vox, was... bewildering, to say the least. He disentangled himself from the pillow and blankets, rolling over to reach for his phone. Vox might not be here, but there was no doubt he would have left a message of some kind; if only to make sure Valentino “behaved.”

And! There was a message (two messages, even!) waiting for him, just not from Vox. Instead, it was from Charlie’s guard dog – Vaggie or something stupid like that.

Mandatory day off, the first message, sent last night, said. The second message continued, There’s snacks and shit in rec 4, if you’re interested.

Valentino made a face. His first day off in weeks – in six months, really – and he had to spend it with her? The princess, at least, was tolerable – naive but eager to please (and she was interested in the plot). Vaggie-or-something just glared at him; or didn’t even bother to pay attention to him at all. Him! One of the greatest cinematographers this side of the city! Fuck, he hated her.

He screenshot the texts and sent them off to Velvette.

mothballsack sent an attachment. mothballsack: ? bithc: yeah bithc: idk might go later mothballsack: Is vox there bithc: b fr. hes prob working

Valentino scowled before responding.

mothballsack: I’m not going bithc: bruh bithc: just drag him there??? bithc: actually yeah just. bithc: u drag vox up there n i’ll come mothballsack: cna i film bithc: gross. bithc: also cna mothballsack: eat shit. mothballsack: but u promise u’ll go? bithc: yeah yeah w/e bithc: whiny

Valentino didn’t dignify that with a response. He sighed, rolling onto his back and throwing his arm over his eyes. He didn’t want to spend the day walking on eggshells around the princess and her bitch (where the fuck did they get off being all preachy, like, what the fuck), but the thought of spending time with Vox and Velvette was... appealing. Especially if it meant Vox would actually take the day off. And he wouldn’t have to wear the suit Velvette insisted he wear in the name of ‘team spirit’ or whatever.

He sighed again before rolling the rest of the way out of bed. If he was going to this stupid thing, he was going to be the best looking demon in the room.

Velvette was tired, when she finally made her way to rec room 4. She hadn’t been lying – she had tried to go back to sleep after starting a few fights in VoxTube comments, but it just hadn’t happened. She slipped in quietly – she didn’t need Val getting on her ass about taking so long right now.

But even if she hadn’t entered the room quietly, Val was busy – dancing with Charlie? Okay, weird, Velvette still thought he didn’t like her. She stared at the pair for a second, trying to understand what her eyes were seeing; it took her tired brain that second to realize what must have happened.

Because, instead of Valentino doing the dipping and throwing like he did whenever he was dancing with Vox, he was being dipped and lifted and spun like he weighed nothing. Charlie stood taller than Velvette had ever seen her – and holy shit did that fucking do something to her – so there wasn’t the constant risk of Val hitting his head whenever he got careless.

Vox noticed her then, lifting the cup of water he was holding in a sort-of wave. His movement drew Vaggie’s – sitting on the same couch, also with water – attention to Velvette; who was maybe – definitely – checking out her girlfriend.

(Charlie??? In a dress??? It definitely wasn’t Velvette’s fault she was having trouble not staring. Holy shit she was going to make so many skirts for Charlie.)

“Velvette,” Vaggie said, grabbing Velvette’s attention.

Velvette felt heat rise to her cheeks, caught. Play it off, she thought.

She walked over to the couch Vaggie and Vox were sharing, throwing herself into Vox’s lap dramatically. “What’s up, Vaggie?”

Vaggie rolled her eyes and didn’t respond, turning her attention back to Charlie and Valentino.

...nailed it.

Velvette started poking Vox from where she was laying. Vox barely reacted, glancing down at her briefly before going back to staring at nothing. (He’d overdone it again, probably – if she had to guess, his battery was around 40%. Not enough for a crash or forced sleep, but definitely enough for the lights to be on but nobody home whenever there wasn’t multiple things for him to focus on.

Why were her boys always so stupid?)

After Vox’s frankly dismal response (not even a swat to get her to stop? Really?), Velvette turned her attention to the other soul on the couch. She didn’t poke Vaggie, though – things had been tense between them ever since Vaggie realized she had a crush on Charlie. She needed all her fingers to sew, thank you very much.

Instead, she said, “Wanna dance?” like an idiot.

Vaggie looked down at her, raising an eyebrow. “What?”

“I asked if you wanted to dance,” Velvette repeated.

Vaggie continued to do nothing, just looking at her. Velvette resisted the urge to squirm, feeling a little like she had just stumbled into a bear’s cave. Then Vaggie sighed and set down her water, standing up. She offered her hand to Velvette.

“Okay,” she said.

Velvette blinked at her; it took her a second to reach out and accept Vaggie’s hand. She hadn’t actually expected a positive response – hadn’t really expected to ask the question, if she was honest.

(Okay, maybe it wasn’t entirely fair to call Vox and Val idiots all the time, if she was gonna do stupid shit like this whenever she had a crush on a pretty (taken) girl.)

And the thing was – the dance was a little out of Velvette’s wheelhouse; slower than she was used to; but Vaggie was good. At dancing. She dipped Velvette and lifted her into spins effortlessly, hands firm but not too hard around Velvette’s waist.

“Do I even weigh anything to you,” Velvette asked during a pause between songs.

“Not really,” Vaggie said. “You’re an easier partner than Charlie.”

Then the next song started, and they were off again. By the time the third song finished, Velvette was breathless – meanwhile, Vaggie barely looked ruffled aside from the strain around her eyes. Vaggie let go of her, patting her on the shoulder.

“That’s enough for now,” she said. “Juice?”

“Yeah,” Velvette said. “I’m just gonna... sit down.”

She stumbled over to the couch (why were her legs so wobbly, what the fuck) Charlie was sitting on, having switched places with Vox at some point.

She beamed at Velvette, squealing, “You and Vaggie looked so good together!”

Heat rose to her face again. Vaggie passed her a cup of maybe-apple juice, sitting on Charlie’s other side. She wrapped a possessive arm around Charlie.

“It was nice to spin someone,” Vaggie said, staring at Velvette over Charlie’s shoulder.

Velvette stared back and tried not to remember the feeling of Vaggie’s biceps. “It was fun,” she finally said; taking a sip of her juice.

Velvette tuned out the girlfriend’s conversation after that. She had bigger things to worry about – like how the fuck was she meant to deal with having a crush on both of them?

Shit.

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buckys-little-belle · 2 years

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Hii, I’m obsessed with Hellfire Babysitting Club. It’s definitely a go to comfort read for me:)

My favorite trope is hurt/comfort, and I was wondering if you could write a chapter where little terror has been having trouble sleeping at night because they’re scared of monsters, and sometimes Eddie gets really descriptive with his campaigns, and little terror has been having nightmares about the campaigns recently, but doesn’t want to tell Eddie because they don’t want him to feel bad, and one day in a meeting little terror falls asleep on the floor or something and wakes up with a nightmare, and tells Eddie what has been happening, and a lot of fluff and comfort ensues, and Eddie gets Steve/Robin/Nancy to babysit whenever possible, or gets little terror some noise canceling headphones and they color and wear the headphones while the boys play D&D, so they won’t hear anything and get scared.

Sorry, I know it’s long haha.

Hellfire Babysitting Club (Part Ten)

Nightmare

Eddie Munson x Little!Reader (They/Them Pronouns Used) / Hellfire Club x Little!Reader (They/Them Pronouns Used)

Warnings - Talks of dragons, nightmares, Terror eats a cookie, talks of food, talks of sleeping, issues with sleeping, non descriptive explanations of nightmares.

Notes - Honestly this made me scream and want to write for this group again, I love them so much, and this request is cute and I just had to write it. This really isn’t that long though, please know that.

SFW - Please keep all interactions with this post, and this blog, SFW.

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The club had gathered around the table, everyone on their edge of their seats, Eddie stood with a knowing smile. A dragon enemy had just been introduced in this campaign, the group weary and worried about its strength, Eddie excited for the group to defeat it. Y/n sat next to Eddie, in their usual seat, slightly intrigued by the new character, but also trying to drown out Eddie’s words, hoping that the scary creature wouldn’t sneak it’s way into their dreams that night.

“There’s no way out boys, he’s got you surrounded by a ring of fire, what’s you next move?” Eddie laughed, adding a dramatic flare by acting as if the boys were doomed, making them sweat in their seats.

The group conversed, but Y/n just whispered to Eddie that they needed to go to the bathroom, a lie, an escape, but he let them go, reminding them about the pea sized soap drop rule, not a whole handful. They nodded, quickly walking out of the room, looking back at the group before wandering off.

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Y/n had been able to escape the meetings every time something scary happened, going to the bathroom, their locker, a short walk, you name it, Y/n had escaped to do it. Though today was different, their seat seemed especially comfortable, their eyes drooping the more they sat, Eddie’s voice lulling them to sleep.

When they had fallen asleep, their mouth slightly open, the group had coed at them, finding Terror a blanket and draping it over them and the chair to keep them warm. Their peaceful sleep didn’t last long, their body shifting in the seat every once in a while with a murmur or sigh, Terror finally awoken with a start when their nightmare became too much. “AH.” They yelled, their eyed taking in their surroundings, blanket long forgotten on the floor.

“Fairy? Eddie questioned, the group all focused on Y/n’s trembling body. “What’s wrong?”

“‘s jus’ scary.” Y/n mumbled back, picking the blanket back up, looking to their lap, avoiding his eyes.

“What’s scary? Your dream?” Eddie placed a comforting hand on Y/n’s back, disregarding the campaign for a second.

“Mhm.” They responded, not wanting to look at Eddie, not wanting to hurt his feelings. “An’ the stories.” They admitted, looking to Eddie then looking away.

Eddie’s face dropped, of course his campaigns were scary, he tried to make them that way, but he never even thought about Y/n and the fact that when little they could be a lot scarier than intended. “I’m sorry.” He sighed.

“‘s okay.”

“Is that why you keep leaving half way through?” He asked, the boys around them letting out a few ‘oh’s in realization.

“I din’ wan’ you t’stop, i’s your club ‘n I don’ wan’ a be a bother.” They rambled, looking to the boys and Eddie with an apologetic look.

“You’re not a bother.” Eddie said, his hands cupping their face now so they looked at him. “We can figure something out so you don’t get scared okay?”

“I have some headphones at home.” Mike spoke up. “That cancel noise so you don’ hear anything.”

“Those could work.” Eddie smiled, proud of his group for being helpful.

“I could call Steve too.” Dustin spoke up. “Him and Robin are always talking about how they miss having kids around.”

“That’s another great idea.” Eddie’s smiled had grown again, Y/n’s features relaxing at the boy’s reaction, no one was mad, in fact they jumped to their rescue, true knights in shining armour.

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The group had a schedule in place, Y/n sat in the room with headphones on and colouring pages strewn in front of them one week, a cookie in hand as they coloured in happy silence. And the next week they would get picked up by Steve and Robin, getting to go on adventures of their own with them, the movie store, the park, all sorts of fun field trips.

Y/n knew the boys always had their back, no matter what, but it was reassuring to see them come to their rescue, just like they did while playing, the boys true characters shining through.

#buckys little belle #age regression fic #little!reader #age regression #hellfire club x little reader #hellfire club x little!reader #hellfire club x reader #eddie munson x little reader #eddie munson little fic #eddie munson fic #eddie munson age regression #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x little!reader #eddie x reader #stranger things age regression #stranger things

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pandorasfavorite · 9 months

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Hiii!!! This request is a bit dark, but I think it has some potential:) A fluffy hurt/comfort fic with dom where he and the reader are in an argument wane he raises his hand to grab something or fix his hair and the reader flinches from past trauma?? And he’s all like “I would never hurt you” and it’s just super fluffy???? Thanks!!!

That isn't me

AN: This healed me tbh. I love this request with my soul.

Dominik has been spending more time at work, it's not his fault that he is being written in more. It's actually a good thing for Dominik...something you should be happy about. He wouldn't understand, he has friends at work; people he spends time with and has fun with when he's not home. Work is still work for him but it's different when he's not alone. For you, you don't have much of an opportunity, you have 2 work friends and you get home around 5pm doing whatever you can to occupy your mind.

In your shared home it only looks like one person lives there; and of course that person is you. This was the 3rd night in a row Dominik's dinner sits in the microwave covered in tin foil. You sit on the couch with the T.V off, a quiet house is so depressing and empty. Your phone dings and its a message from Dominik and you can already guess what it says, something along the lines of 'coming home late'. The message alone makes your emotions flare up, you sharply inhale closing your eyes tightly and holding your head in your hands. Your body shakes and reacts to the tears like venom, the tears of loneliness and missing makes you tremble.

After a hour of sitting on the couch loathing in self pity you go to the bathroom and wash your face of the dried tears. You tell yourself over and over that you have to talk to him about it, make Dominik see eye to eye with you. By the time Dominik gets home you start to doze off...but not today. You can't go another day of going to sleep without seeing him and waking up with him already out the door. You miss your boyfriend more than life. When Dominik gets home you say you need to talk to him, you both sit on the couch looking at each other.

"I wanted to see if maybe you could ask for a few days off every once in a while somehow, with training and press", you say calmly, not letting yourself get worked up over what has been bothering you. Dominik doesn't take this as lightly as you were hoping, "You told me to go for my dreams? We need the money", he mentions a twinge of anger behind his words. To him, it felt like you were saying what he is doing wasn't enough. Dominik is patient but that struck a nerve, he only wants to do whats best for the future. You look at him slightly surprised and conflicted, "I was just asking, you aren't home much Dominik" you say with the same tone.

The argument is sneaking up on you both quicker than you expected. "Are you trying to say I'm not doing enough right now?", Dominik questions his voice raising in tone just a little more. You scoff just now noticing how what was going to be a calm conversation turn into an argument. With that scoff you stand up from the couch walking away wanting to distract yourself with anything else.

As you walk away Dominik stands up, "Why are you walking away? Were talking?". You shake your head from side to side; wanting to postpone this argument. "Just drop it Dom", Dominik steps closer to you looking at your crest-fallen face, "We can talk about this" he insists in the same tone as before. He wants to talk it out so bad he doesn't realize how he sounds.

You feel overstimulated with the loudness that your own trickles out when you reply, "You're never here Dominik!!", you raise your voice uncharacteristically loud, and sometimes it feels like arguments go on forever. Dominik fires back just the same, "You told me to do this!" he says much like you. Dominik's arm moves and he reaches to comb a hand through his hair. It was all so quick but you know your eyes widened largely and you gasped with a flinch.

Your eyes managed to seal shut and the house goes back to that empty silence. You open your eyes and stare at Dominik's heart-shattered look. Tears are building in his eyes and he doesn't move. He's shocked and heartbroken... he'd never want you to think he'd hurt you.

You curse yourself under your breath, it was a trauma response and now Dominik is blaming himself for this. You exhale through shudders, rubbing your face trying to think of something to do. Dominik speaks to you much softer now, "Baby, I am so sorry. I'm so sorry", he turns away from you when the tears become blinding. He doesn't want you to see him like this, as he turns around he whispers a curse to himself as well for not being discreet with his emotions. Dominik is taking this harder than you, he doesn't know how to comfort you without touching you and reassuring you everything is okay. After your reaction, he's not sure he can even do that anymore.

You wipe your face and plant your palm onto Dominik's shoulder, you rub your hand soothingly and coax him to calm down a little. Once he manages to collect himself, you hold his face in your hands. Dominik lays his forehead onto yours and he whispers what he wants to tell you over and over again, "I would never hurt you". You whisper back to him, "I know". Dominik shakes his head and disagrees, "I need you to know in your heart that I would never hurt you. Im sorry", you nod and reassure him of the truth, "I do believe that with my heart".

Dominik wipes your tears, and hugs you the tightest he ever has, "Shit I should be comforting you right now". You shake your head as well disagreeing, "No this was all I needed". Dominik holds you and sways rhythmically, his head now sitting on top of yours. "Then that is our priority".

#dominik mysterio #dominik mysterio x reader #dom dom #dominik mysterio x you #dominik my bbg #dominik mysterio fluff #dominik mysterio fanfiction #wwe

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nuggsmum · 2 years

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Pumpkin

Header by the ever amazing, ever lovely and sexy, ever funny and brilliant, I wish she were my wife @luna-aestas

A slightly spooky, sort of cheesy, definitely vampire kink-esque, and essentially a love story….

Author’s Note: I’m rereleasing this since Henry announced that he’s not going to Geralt anymore… and I’m sad, and I know you guys are sad. And I loved this Geralt that I wrote. So maybe this might help distract someone. Hugs, chickens 🖤 and it’s almost Halloween so. Happy Spoopy day, my loves 😘

Warnings: language (as always), blood/gore and vampire stuffs, maybe some scary shit (mostly scary how bad the writing is) and of course, smuts.

Stepping up the curb as I rushed towards the small corner store, I was praying that they still had some candy left. Of course I had left it until the last moment and was now scrambling, the last two stores I had gone to were all sold out. I noticed the tall, broad man with the stunning silver/white hair striding down the street in his odd clothes, but since it was halloween and I was in too much of a hurry, I didn’t give him a second glance.

Until he almost walked right into me.

I’d looked up at him just as he was about to slam into me, or I into him, I wasn’t sure which, though he’d been on the other side of the cobblestone sidewalk when I’d glanced at him before. Two strong hands darted out of his black cloak and gripped my arms, halting me in my spot. He looked down at me, his yellow eyes boring into mine. He inhaled angrily, his nostrils flaring.

He’s beautiful. And terrifying.

“I… I’m sorry. I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going,” I stuttered.

I’d thought he was about to tell me off, when he narrowed his eyes at something over my shoulder, let me go, and stalked off down the sidewalk.

“Halloween brings out all the weirdo’s,” muttered an old man that had been sitting on the bench waiting for the bus. “You alright, my dear?”

He was so strong, I swear my arms will have bruises.

I gave a shaky laugh and nodded, thanking him for his concern. Then I remembered my mission and went into the store. Luckily, they had six different bags of chocolate bars left, and I grabbed them all.

Tucking my card back into my wallet, I looked up just as the man from the street entered the store. He looked at me and stalked off down an aisle, searching for something, seemingly annoyed I was in the store at the same time as he was.

Wanting to put as much distance as possible between me and the stranger who was clearly mad at me, I thanked the girl at the register and quickly walked out of the store. I cut across the town common towards the little side street my house was on. Kids were rushing home to get ready for trick or treating and I couldn’t help but smile at their happiness.

Dead leaves skittered across my path, swept away by the chilly breeze as I hurried down the sidewalk towards my house. I tried to ignore the anxious feeling that the man had given me. There was something about him that made me look over my shoulder. Of course he wasn’t there.

I was excited for tonight and I tried to focus on that instead.

It’s only Halloween. A holiday created by the candy companies for children. Not for a grown woman. Who certainly doesn’t need anymore candy.

I frowned at the voice in my head that sounded slightly like my mother.

I don’t care. It’s my favorite holiday. I’m going to give out candy and enjoy my night, maybe watch some spooky movies later. And have some candy. Lots of candy. And maybe think about tall, silver-haired strangers with strong hands...

Letting myself into the little house, I wasn’t exactly pleased to see my roommate lounging on the couch. I’d hoped she’d be out for the night. She usually used Halloween as an excuse to wear something see-through and go out drinking.

Dropping my bags on the counter, I went looking for the large plastic bowl I usually used for the candy. It wasn't in its usual spot. Digging around a bit more, I went to look in the pantry, when I saw it on the table, full of chips.

“Hey, Di? What’s with the chips?” I called.

“Oh, that? Gotta have some snacks for the party, am Iright?” she said from the doorway. “I’m having some friends over. Please don’t be weird about it.”

She said the last bit as she was looking directly at my outfit, a burnt orange sweater with an emerald brooch, the gemstone cut into the shape of a leaf and a cute little spectator hat that had a stem and some green curly ribbon.

“How would I be weird about it?”

She rolled her eyes.

“You know how you get. Listen! There’s gonna be some cute single guys that are coming! Maybe you could put on something cute and you know, talk to people. It wouldn’t hurt, I promise.”

“Yeah, well. I’m probably just going to give out the candy and call it a night,” I muttered, going upstairs to find another receptacle for the candy.

Besides, I have no intention of talking to your kind of people.

Settling on an old basket, I stopped to look at myself in the mirror. I’d thought the burnt orange of the yarn had looked lovely against my skin when I found it in the clearance bin at the craft store. Sure, it was a little more bright than something I’d normally wear, but wasn’t this a color that was supposed to be worn in autumn? And the brooch was pretty. I’d thought the little ode to pumpkin leaves was cute.

“I like it,” I said to my reflection.

Adjusting my little hat, I took my basket and went back to the kitchen. Dumping all the bags of candy into the basket, I thought it was more festive than the plastic bowl anyways. I rooted around in my craft box and found a filmy black ribbon, trying it to the handle.

I could hear Di coming down the stairs, her heels clacking on the wood.

Hmmm. I’m going to guess sexy bunny. Or maybe a sexy nurse… no, she was that last year, wasn't she? Hmm. Sexy car mechanic?

I stifled a little giggle.

She rounded the corner, deep red and black lingerie clinging to her perfect form, fishnet stocking and the highest black thigh high boots I’d ever seen. Her face had a white cast to it, her eyes covered in dark purple shadow making her sockets look deeper than normal. A small red spot of blood dripped fashionably from the corner of her mouth, looking sticky and wet.

Don’t get any chips stuck to that.

“Sexy zombie?” I asked.

Tsking at me, she took a handful of my candy.

“Vampire.” She smiled, showing ill-fitting fake teeth.

“Ahhh. How could I miss that?” I moved my basket out of her reach. “Are those comfortable?”

“No. I’ll probably take them out once Tony sees them. He’s got a vampire kink.” She grinned.

Of course he does. Or he thinks he does. He would probably piss his pants if he ever met a real vampire.

There was a loud knock on the door just as I was about to open it to go outside. Expecting trick-or-treaters, I opened the door with a large smile that slid off my face when I saw the collection of Di’s friends standing on the front steps.

“Candy for us… Pumpkin?” Tony laughed as he took a handful of the chocolate.

People filed past me into my house, some of them taking a piece or two of the candy. A man with a bad werewolf mask brought up the rear and tried to take a large handful but I swatted the candy out of his hand.

“It’s for the kids!”

“Sorry, Pumpkin.” He snickered behind his mask as he walked past me. Stopping just inside the door, he looked me up and down and leaned closer to me. “How do you feel about pumpkin cream pie?”

Those around him laughed at his crude joke, Tony giving him a high five. Rolling my eyes, I shut the door, taking my basket and sitting on the front step, waiting for the kids to start arriving as the street lights flicked on, one by one. More and more people trickled in for the party, dressed in varying degrees of costume, all but ignoring me as they went inside.

Kids started arriving on our street, going house to house to collect candy. I adored seeing the little ghosts and goblins, princesses and police officers, robots and one terrifyingly accurate depiction of a notorious politician that I gave an extra handful of candy to because the little boy had affixed a bloody axe to the side of his neck.

Loud music and raucous conversation reached me from my perch and I’d assumed all of Di’s friends had arrived until I saw him moving up the street, little kids paying him no mind as they darted around him in pursuit of sweets.

Still wearing the thick, woolen cloak from earlier, it was thrown back over his shoulders, showing that he was dressed all in black, his linen shirt sleeves rolled up his large forearms, his thick, muscular thighs showing in his tight black pants even in the dark. His face was hauntingly beautiful, as if chiseled from marble, and his silver hair almost glowed, reflecting off the light from the moon and the streetlights.

Wow, some kid is lucky to have a dad that dresses up to go out trick-or-treating with them. Maybe that’s why he was in such a rush and angry? He didn’t want to be late. He doesn’t seem to be waiting for anyone though...

He continued his path up the street, a look of slight amusement ticking at the corner of his mouth as he looked at the tiny revelers.

Oh, maybe he’s coming to the party. Oh. Then he’s friends with Di. Of course he is.

He stopped at the end of our walk, inhaling deeply. Glancing over, his yellow eyes locked mine. I couldn't help but swallow hard as he stared at me.

Shit. He’s probably wondering what the hell I’m doing here. Well. It’s my house, asshole.

“Trick or treat!” yelled a little purple dragon and a pink fairy, holding their bags open.

Tearing my eyes away from his, I looked down at the children, blinking because I couldn’t remember why they were there. When I glanced back, he was gone. Looking up and down the street, he was nowhere to be seen.

What the fuck? There's no way he could have disappeared like that. Could I have imagined that?

“Can we have some candy, please?” asked the little dragon, looking at his older sister, unsure of what to do when I didn’t hand over the sweets.

“Oh, of course! Sorry, I thought I saw... “ I paused, not wanting to freak them out by saying some strange man had been standing at the end of the walk, “I thought I saw something fly across the moon,” I said, laughing a little.

“Witches!” shrieked the fairy.

“I bet she has a black cat on her broom!” the dragon cried.

“Witches have all kinds of familiars, not just cats.” A low growling voice came from beside me.

The children froze and looked up at the stranger, their eyes wide.

“Like what?” breathed the fairy.

The man thought about it, scratching his chin.

“I once knew a witch that had a monkey. And another that had a mouse. It’s more of a personal preference.”

“A mouse?” The dragon looked unimpressed.

“What better to sneak around and find out information about your enemies than something as small as a mouse?”

“Or maybe they just make good pets?” I said weakly, not sure where he was going with this.

He thought about it.

“They do.”

I gave the kids another handful of candy and wished them a happy Halloween. They quickly retreated down the walk, the fairy casting a wary look over her shoulder at the man.

“The party is inside, you can let yourself in if you’d like.”

He didn’t move from his spot next to me. I glanced up at him.

“Why aren’t you inside?”

“I’d rather give out candy.”

He nodded as if that made sense to him.

“Listen, I’m sorry about earlier. I was preoccupied and didn’t notice that you had moved to my side of the sidewalk. I really should be more aware of my surroundings.” I shuffled the candy basket on my lap, unsure of why he was still on the porch with me.

“You should be,” he grunted, watching a group of children running up the walk. “Be more aware of your surroundings.”

I handed the children candy and complemented their costumes, feeling his eyes on me as I tried not to cry at the simple admonishment from him.

I don’t even know him, why do I care if he thinks I’m some silly woman who doesn't watch where she’s going?

“You were being followed,” he said quietly, almost kindly.

Gasping, I turned to look at him, his face looked serious. He was looking off into the neighbors back yard.

“What? By who?”

“By what.”

“What?”

“Exactly. Finish giving out your treats. It hasn’t given up, but it’s lost your scent for now.”

We sat in silence as I tried to keep my composure and hand out candy to the remaining kids that wandered up our street. After dumping the remainder of the basket in an excited little gumball machine’s treat bag, I turned to him.

“If Di put you up to this, it’s not funny.” Standing, I pushed past him into the house, the noise of the party drowning out his voice as I tried to get past people to go upstairs.

Gripping my arm, he pulled me away from the stairs and around the corner into the kitchen, his eyes darting around the room at the people gathered there.

“Who are you?” I tried to yank my arm out of his hold but it was no use.

Crowding me into a corner, his hands flat against the wall, caging me in, he leaned down and growled in my ear.

“There’s no time for that. Did you steal this?” He fingered the brooch pinned to my sweater.

“I bought it!” I breathed, offended he would think otherwise.

“Hmmm.” He looked through the doorway into the living room. “It doesn’t make sense that she would come for you then. Are you sure you didn’t steal it?”

“What are you talking about?” I cried. “I bought it from a man at the state fair last week! He had a whole table of different antique jewelry.”

I thought back to my interaction with the man. He’d pushed for me to buy the brooch, calling it a one of a kind and-

“At this price, it’s a steal,” I whispered.

“What?” he asked sharply.

“The man that sold it to me said ‘at this price it’s a steal.’ But that doesn’t count as stealing! I still gave him money for it! Besides, what does that matter? Are you going to arrest me or something? I didn’t know it was stolen. Here, you can have it back.”

His hand grabbed mine, halting my movements.

“Clever. If he knew what it was, he must have thought he could transfer the curse to you by using that phrase.” He furrowed his brow and looked down at me, his pale face concerned. “And it seems to have worked.”

“Curse?” I asked weakly, “What are you talking about? Those aren’t real… are they?”

“Have you seen a woman with deep red hair lately? Very tall and thin? Pale skin?” he asked urgently.

“I… I don’t know… I don’t think so… I just… wait. Yes. I have.” I thought back to the day of the fair.

We’d taken the train to the town where it was held, just catching the last one for the evening by running and jumping on before the doors closed.

“She tried to catch the train the day I bought it. She missed it. She was screaming and pulling at her hair.” Hugging my arms across my chest. “She wasn’t trying to catch the train, was she?”

Stiffening, he turned to look over his shoulder into the living room.

“Fuck,” he breathed. “Whatever you do, stay behind me.”

“What? Why? What is going on?” I cried.

“Just stay!” he barked, turning and pulling a long sword from behind his back in one fluid motion.

The people that still remained in the kitchen, watching our little talk in confusion, yelled and screamed, running over each other to get out of the room. Loud yells could be heard from the living room as well as a snarling, high pitched screech.

His sword held before him, he stalked into the room. I followed, unsure if he’d meant to stay behind in the kitchen or directly behind him. In the middle of the room, her long, pale hand wrapped around a man’s throat, his face bloody and unrecognizable, stood the tall, red haired woman. Her beautiful face was smeared with his blood. She spit the sticky red liquid on the floor, her dark eyes glowing, focusing on the man with the sword.

A taunting smile curved across her tainted lips.

“It’s been too long since we’ve met, Geralt. Always the protector, even after all these years?” She sneered, her lips barely moving, yet her voice high and loud, everyone frozen in their panic, watching her.

“Someone has to do it, Rusalki. You’ve evolved, so have I.”

“Yes, well. I have business to attend to, Witcher.” She dropped the man’s dead body to the floor, stalking forward.

“She didn’t steal from you.” He stood his ground.

“It’s mine and she has it. No one else needs to die tonight, Geralt. Just LET ME PAST!” she screeched, charging at him.

People ran for the door as he advanced towards her, his sword striking out at her. Her long, lithe body dodged his blade, a beautiful ballet of strikes and blows, misses and connections. She floated around him, frustrating him as he growled at her, putting more force into his swings.

She laughed at him, her eyes sparkling. She was enjoying herself.

I edged along the wall, following the crowd out the door, thinking if I could get away while she was occupied with him, I could make a run for it and hide.

She struck out at him with her long claw-like fingernails, connecting with his chest armor and slicing through it like it was made of paper. He was sent careening into the wall of bookshelves, stacks of books crashing down on him as he slid down the wall.

Oh god, she’s killed him.

Laughing, she turned to set her sights on me. Narrowing her eyes, she took a step towards me.

“I… I paid for it,” I whispered.

She shrugged.

“But I didn’t steal it…”

“It stopped being about that a long time ago, didn’t it, Rusalki?” he asked from the floor, groaning as he got to his feet and looked at the gaping wounds across his chest. “I just bought this. Do you realize how hard it is to find this kind of armor these days?”

“It’s mine,” she growled, turning her back on him.

“The people that hurt you paid their price. You made sure of that. Doesn’t the hunting get old? Aren’t you tired?” he asked, slowly picking up his sword.

She stopped, her left eye twitching a little.

“Tell me Geralt, don’t you get tired of hunting? Of course you do. Because you’re trying to be the good guy, always trying to be the good guy. BUT WHAT ABOUT WHAT I WANT?” she screamed, the glass in the windows shattering as she turned back to face me.

“What you wanted was justice in your death, you got it. Why take her life, when she’s done you no wrong?”

“It wasn’t enough that only they paid for their crimes against me. I need it to live now. It doesn’t have to be someone that stole it. She has it in her possession, wearing it, brazenly taunting me. No, Geralt. I’m hungry, and she smells delicious, so why not bend the rules a bit? Don’t tell me you aren’t tempted yourself, I know you have a discerning palate. I’ll share her with you.” She grinned.

“I’ve learned to… curb it. You can, too, with some practice.”

She looked thoughtful for a moment, looked back at me, then over her shoulder at him again.

“No. I don’t think I will.”

She darted forward towards me, reaching out her deadly talons just as he raised his sword and swung.

The sharp, hot pain of her claws dragging across my neck barely registered as I saw his blade slice through her neck, her head falling to the ground at my feet, the look of ravenous hunger still frozen on her lips.

The room started to fade, my strength running from me in rivulets of blood down my handcrafted sweater.

“This took me ages… to… make…” I murmured, looking at the blood on my hands.

He stepped over her body, kneeling before me on the floor. His nostrils flared, looking down into my eyes.

“Fuck,” he murmured as he brought a dagger to his inner forearm, dragging it across the skin. Bright red blood pooled where the sharp blade pierced him. He looked at it, then at me.

“This might hurt,” he murmured gently as he pressed his wound against the rip in my neck.

Pulling my back against his chest, he swore to himself again as the blood continued to drain from my body into his lap. Shaking his head as if steeling himself for something unpleasant, he leaned forward, his lips sealing against the unscathed part of my neck. A white hot pain ripped through my body as I felt his fangs sinking into me.

The darkness finally took me as I felt my life being drained from me.

************************

Pain. All I knew was pain. Everything hurt, and it hurt like hell. Fire ran through my veins, lead settled in my stomach. My head throbbed and my mouth felt like there were barbs set in my tongue.

But… If it hurts… I’m alive? How am I alive? I should be dead… She ripped my throat apart. He… bit me. Why the fuck did he bite me? What the hell just happened? Oh, god, don’t move me. It hurts so much.

I could feel my body being jostled and adjusted, heard him grunt, and a horse made a noise of irritation and a long sigh.

“Roach, I don’t want to talk about it.”

There was another equine huff.

“I said it couldn’t be helped. What else was I supposed to do? Leave her to die after all of that?”

A whinny.

Is… he talking to… a horse? A horse that thinks he should have left me to die, apparently. And her name is Roach.

“She’ll need help. She needs potions or she’s just going to suffer more and die. Or worse, she’ll turn. No one else will know what to do for her. Now stand still.”

My body was laid gently over the back of the horse. I could smell her scent. Earthy, leather, dust and pine. It was a calming scent. I felt Roach relax under me as he continued to speak to her.

“Thank you. Try to keep her steady as you walk. She’s in a lot of pain, and the less she moves around the better.”

She let out an offended huff, as if she couldn’t believe he would doubt she would ever do anything but walk steady and with great care as she began walking.

She’s a good horse. It still hurts everywhere but she’s keeping me as still as she can. A really good girl. Roach. What an odd name for a horse. I like it.

The feel of her coat against my face was comforting, soft and warm. It was lulling me back to sleep, or I was just in so much pain I was going to become unconscious again, I couldn’t tell which.

With one final burst of strength, I was able to open my eyes. I could see the leather saddle, the dirty saddle blanket, and her brown hair. His broad back was just to the front of us, the hilt of his sword jutting out of his pack. It was dusk, and we were in a thick wooded area.

How long have I been unconscious? He… Geralt… Where is he taking me?

Geralt was leading the horse down a narrow path, that to be honest, if he hadn’t been walking on, I wouldn’t have noticed. My eyes grew heavy again and the last thing I remembered was him turning to glance at me, and his forehead was creased with worry.

That’s probably not good.

*********

The next time I woke, it was with a horrifically rancid acid-like taste in my mouth. Sputtering and trying to spit out the offensive liquid, Geralt grabbed my jaw and held my mouth closed, softly telling me to swallow it.

“It will help with the pain and lower the fever. Swallow it. Swallow it. There. Good girl. You can sleep again after you swallow it,” he murmured. His large fingers caressed the side of my face as I swallowed the offensive medicine and fell back into the pillow, my breath escaping me as if I’d run for miles.

The pain began to subside as soon the liquid slipped down my throat. Radiating through my body, the throbbing dulled and the burning cooled. Feeling clammy and soaked in sweat, I tried to catch my breath.

“Where…”

His fingers still on my cheek, he brought one to my lips, silencing me.

“You’re safe here, rest.”

Pushing his hand away from my mouth, I tried to sit up. My body weak and my arms unable to hold my weight, I once again fell into the pillow.

“Who are you?” I whispered, wishing I could wake up from this dream, because it had to be a dream.

He sighed. Standing and stalking over to a roughly hewn log table, he picked up a bowl. Able to grasp my surroundings now that the pain had lessened a bit, I noticed that we were in what looked like a one room cabin. Walls made of giant logs with what looked to be mud filling the gaps in between surrounded us, except for one wall which was one large slab of rock with a fireplace chiseled out of it, where a fire crackled warmly. The table, the bed that I was in, a large chair in front of the fireplace, and a wash stand were the only furniture other than a kitchen counter of sorts.

“My name is Geralt. Geralt of Rivia. I’ll tell you more when you wake. Please rest. It’s the only way you’ll start to heal.” He returned with a rag covered in green mush. Seeing me eye it warily, he gave me a small smile. “A poultice. For your wound. It will help it heal, and keep the scarring to a minimum. As much as it can.”

Gingerly, I raised my hand to my throat. One side felt tight and crusted, a large scab over what had been irreversible damage. My eyes wide in fear, I turned to find him watching me with a look on his face that I couldn’t quite place. Pity? Sadness? Commiseration?

How did he get it to heal so quickly? How did he get it to heal at all?

“I know you have questions. I promise I will answer them after you rest.” Gently, he placed the cloth against my neck, a slightly pleasant cooling sensation tickling my damaged tissue.

My eyes were growing heavy as I watched him move about the small cabin, mixing a large pot that hung over the flames in the fireplace as he consulted an old book that lay on the table. I didn’t want to sleep, I wanted answers, but I was so tired.

Sensing me watching him, he spoke without turning.

“I give you my word, you’re safer here than anywhere else. Sleep.”

Closing my eyes, I drifted to sleep, the sounds of him moving about the cabin my lullaby.

******

For several days, this pattern repeated itself. Sometimes he would wake me with the rotten tasting potion, others he would be propping up my pillows to feed me some broth. Slowly, I began to feel my strength returning, the burning fever wasn’t as bad, and the pain, while still there, was manageable. He kept avoiding my questions, telling me that rest was more important, that the potions would take better if I rested. I was annoyed, but also very tired, so I took his advice and slept.

“I can probably feed myself,” I said quietly as he sat on the edge of the bed, bowl of broth and spoon in hand a few weeks later.

“Probably,” he agreed, bringing the spoon to my lips and watching as I obediently opened my mouth.

Swallowing the spoonful, I stopped his hand on it’s return to the bowl to refill.

“Please tell me.”

Sighing, he placed the spoon in the bowl, refilling it and bringing it to my mouth again.

“A long time ago, monsters used to roam the land freely.” He looked at me closely, gauging my reaction. To be honest, before all of this I would have thought he was insane, but having had my throat ripped out by one, I was partial to believing him.

“There was a guild of monster slayers, called Withcers. It was our job to hunt down and rid the world of monsters. As time went on, there were less and less witchers, and as the modern world became what it is today, monsters became less common as well. When you hear of monsters, I’m sure you think of things like werewolves and ghosts? Sometimes monsters are created from circumstances. The creature that you encountered was a result of a tragic death and a vengeful spirit. She was assaulted and murdered by a band of outlaws who stole her jewels, one of which was the pin that you were wearing that night. She became a creature that sought out revenge on those that had wronged her, and became obsessed with whoever came into possession of her jewels by nefarious means, killing and feasting on the bodies.”

I felt nauseous.

“I don’t understand, I didn’t do anything to her. I bought it, I didn’t steal it.”

“She had long since stopped caring about whether the person in possession of it actually stole it, apparently. I believe the man you bought it from had acquired it in a less than honest way, but either way, after centuries of killing for revenge, it turned into killing for pleasure. She developed a taste for it, you could say.”

“She said that I smelled delicious. But she also said…”

You have a discerning palate.

He gave me a slight smirk, watching me put two and two together.

“Are you… whatever she was?”

“No.”

“Why did you bite me?”

He grunted under his breath as he filled the spoon again, placing it at my lips. When I didn’t open my mouth, his yellow eyes flicked from my lips to my eyes, irritation and some other emotion written in them.

Pain? No. Fear. He’s scared of what I’ll think of him?

“You should finish eating and rest.”

“I know that you saved me, whatever you did. I just would like to know why. I’m so confused, and scared. I don’t know where I am, who you are, what happened, or how long I’ve been here. I don’t know anything anymore, because everything I thought was true isn’t and everything I thought was untrue isn’t,” I said quietly, leaning towards his hand which was still suspended in front of me and taking the spoon in my mouth.

Continuing to feed me, he told me his unbelievable, impossible story. Thousands of years old, he’d roamed the earth looking for and killing monsters. Keeping mankind safe, even though they’d shunned him. Eventually his kind had died out, though could they really become extinct if they were made, not born?

“Mutants. That’s what becomes of the children who train to become witchers. We become mutants. Faster, stronger, longer lives. Able to drink poison to enhance our abilities. Which is why about 1500 years ago, give or take, when I was hunting a particularly nasty vampire and he ambushed me, biting me, I was able to fight him off and not turn completely. A combination of my mutations and the potions I was able to take after the bite stopped the transformation.”

“Vampire?” I asked weakly.

He nodded.

“You’re a vampire?”

“Not in the literal sense of the word, no. I do have some of the abilities though. I can bite someone and turn them. I can also drink the blood of a human and regenerate. Though I haven’t done that in a very long time. Once I was able to control it, I haven’t done it since. Well. Until I met you.”

Oh god.

“Do not worry. I’m not going to do it again. Though I have to say I agree with Rusalki. You’re delicious.” He smiled at me, his long canine teeth catching the light from the fireplace. “But I only did that to save you. When I put my blood on your wound, I was trying to transfer some of the regenerative properties to you, but I was weak from where she had cut me. So by biting you, I regenerated and in turn that was passed onto you through the cut on my arm. The potions are the same that I took after I was bitten, just diluted, as you’re not a mutant and your body couldn’t handle the full strength.”

I sat, staring at the fire, trying to understand everything he’d just told me. A thousands of years

old mutant that had the abilities of a vampire, but was apparently somewhat of a vegetarian of sorts. And he’d saved me. From her and from death. I owed him my life.

“Geralt.” I liked the way his name felt on my tongue. “I can’t ever thank you enough for what you did for me.”

“Don’t mention it. It’s my job,” he said gruffly.

“Your job that you’ve been doing for thousands of years? Has anyone ever thanked you for it?”

“They used to. Sometimes. When they knew what a witcher was.” He stood, taking the empty bowl to the wash basin. “Get some rest. You’ve already over exerted yourself with this conversation.”

Turning to my side, I ran my fingers across the wound on my neck. The scab was gone now, replaced by a tight feeling scar. Tracing my neck with my fingertips to the otherside, I felt the two little indents from where he’d bitten me. Tears of gratitude welled in my eyes. Swiping them away with the sleeve of my borrowed shirt, I tried to rest.

Eventually, he blew out the candles and came to lay down in the small bed, carefully tucking his large body into the blankets so as not to touch me too much. I didn’t know if it was because he didn’t want to touch me, or didn’t want to be tempted.

I flattered myself that it was the latter, given how measured his breaths were and how ridgid he held himself.

At one point in the night I woke, thinking the full fever had returned. Once I realized it was just because there was a full grown Witcher sprawled across me, I allowed myself a small smile and snuggled even closer, reveling in his embrace. I drifted to sleep, my heart beat matching his.

******

When I woke the next day, he was gone. Daylight shone through the small windows, making the cabin seem more spacious than it had when I’d only seen it at night by firelight. Feeling better than I had in weeks, I sat up, swinging my legs slowly over the side of the bed. On the table next to the bed was a small vial with a handwritten note on parchment.

Drink this. Eat. I’ll be back shortly. Stay inside the cabin.

Taking the little glass bottle in my hand, I drank it quickly, trying not to wretch at the taste. It hadn’t gotten less disgusting over time. Standing from the bed proved to be possible, if a little wobbly.

The first thing I wanted to do was wash. I’d woken a few times to him with a washcloth, wiping down my sweaty forehead, arms, or legs. I tried not to think too hard about how in depth he’d needed to clean me over the past few weeks. I couldn’t deny the thrill that ran through me at the thought. Monster, or mutant, or whatever he was, he was very attractive and the thought of him running his hands over me made me feel nervous in a way I’d rarely felt around human men.

Making it to the wash stand, I was disappointed to find no water in the pitcher. Searching through the cabin, I couldn’t find a tap. Glancing out the window, I saw what looked like a well, a bucket on a rope hanging from the side.

Slowly, I unlocked the door and poked my head out. The forest was fairly quiet except for normal woodland sounds, sunbeams streaking down between the gently rustling leaves. I walked the short distance to the well, pulling up a bucket of fresh, cool water.

Darting back into the house to grab a washcloth, a larger towel, and a bar of soap I’d found as well as the small wash basin, I brought it back to the well, filling the basin with the blessed water. Stripping out of his shirt, I washed myself in the clearing, reveling in the feel of the sun on my skin and the cool refreshing feel of the water cleansing me after weeks of being in the bed.

Flipping my head forward to rinse my hair, the water from the pitcher pooling at my feet, I heard an impatient huff. Freezing, my heart stopped when I heard the footsteps of a horse enter the clearing.

“Hmm. I thought I wrote to stay in the cabin,” Geralt growled.

Finishing dumping the pitcher over my hair, I groped for the towel, trying to cover myself as much as I could.

Looking up at him perched on Roach, I could tell he wasn’t pleased. Roach looked at me, annoyance in her eyes.

How can you tell if a horse is annoyed? I don’t know. But she looked annoyed. At the very least, she didn’t like me.

“I’m sorry… I needed water and I saw the well and then it was just so nice outside in the sun and…” I couldn’t keep my eyes on his face, seeing his disappointment in me clearly written there, so I looked down at my hands that were knotted in the towel as I clenched it in front of me.

“It’s not safe in these woods alone.” He glanced around, as if he hadn’t been the only one watching me from the trees. Perhaps he hadn’t been. “You might as well finish.”

He dismounted, walking Roach over to the pen he kept her in, pulling off her saddle and blanket, brushing her down. He returned to the well, filling the bucket and glancing at me as I hadn’t moved. The sun was setting and the warmth of the day was leaving with it. I felt chilled and unsure of what I should do.

Roach let out a shocked noise as something dark and growling entered the clearing, running straight at me. Before I’d even registered it, Geralt pushed me back, causing me to fall on my ass in the dirt, and was swinging his sword at the monster, slicing through it’s leg. As the creature fell to the ground, trying to rear and redirect its attack at Geralt instead of me, Geralt fell to his knees as his sword sank into its skull, pinning it to the dirt.

Breathing heavily, Geralt pushed off the ground, twisting his sword, causing the creature to gargle and then fall limp, a pile of dark, matted fur and blood in the otherwise beautiful woodland clearing.

“What the fuck what that?” I breathed, unable to take my eyes off it.

Geralt kicked the massive dog over with his boot, looking at it closely.

“Best I can tell is a barghest, but it just may be a mutated wolf or dog. Do you see now why you can’t be out here alone?” He looked at me, his face unreadable.

“I’m sorry, Geralt. I won’t ignore you again. I wasn’t thinking. I’m… I’m used to the woods just being the woods. Not some dangerous place full of monsters,” I whispered, feeling tears prick at my eyes, a sob escaping my lips. “I just… I miss my normal, boring, monsterless life and I-”

Suddenly, I was enveloped in his embrace. Picking me up off the ground and holding me tightly, he rubbed my bare back, his calloused hand leaving a trail of goosebumps. Grabbing the pitcher, he poured the water over my backside, rinsing off the mud.

“It’s alright. I told you that you’re safe here, and you are. As long as you stay inside when I’m gone. Come on, Pumpkin, let’s go inside.”

I sniffed against his shoulder.

“Pumpkin?”

“It’s what they called you at the party. Is that not your name?”

“It might as well be now.”

*****

He left me more frequently now that I was able to get about the cabin and do things on my own. I never went out without him being there again, and before he left, he made sure to fill the water pitcher and a large tin tub he’d procured for me, finding it amusing how much I enjoyed bathing.

“It’s something that we do pretty much everyday these days,” I said, trying to be nonchalant about my hint. I knew he spent most days out hunting and bathing was probably the least of his worries, but when he returned home, it was now the first thing he would do. It made sharing a bed with him more pleasant, even if I barely slept from nerves. He would snore through the night, rarely moving, but just lying next to a man like him made me nauseous and giddy at the same time.

He would bring me things when he came back, like knitting needles and yarn or a sewing kit and fabric, telling me to make myself some clothes. I made him a sweater to his amusement, and a dress for myself, as well as a lovely shawl. I was able to clean and repurpose my bloodstained orange sweater into a new saddle blanket for Roach.

Standing at the edge of her pen the next time they came home, I held it up to show her the new blanket that would replace the rough, filthy old one that she had used for god knows how long. She eyed it, ignoring me as best she could.

“I just wanted to say thank you, for carrying me the day I came here. You were so gentle and I really appreciated the care you took, because you knew how much pain I was in. Plus I thought the orange would look really pretty on you. So, thanks,” I said, laying the blanket on the fence rail and turning to go back into the cabin. I stopped when I noticed Geralt was watching me with a small smile on his face from the well where he was pulling up a bucket of water.

From behind, Roach bumped her head into my back, and nuzzled her nose into my neck. Geralt laughed.

“She says you’re welcome.”

*****

One evening I was sitting at the table, trying to work on a blanket I’d started for the bed, when I heard Roach gallop into the clearing, whinnying loudly.

Forgetting the rules, I threw open the door to find her just outside, Geralt laying prone across her saddle, blood covering his face.

“No! Are you ok?” I cried, dashing out the door. “Geralt! Please! Talk to me!”

I pulled him off the horse, an outburst issuing from him in a string of profanities that would make a sailor blush. I had to admit that it made me feel a little better since he could still talk somewhat.

Helping him inside, I couldn’t help but notice how heavily he was leaning on me. The metallic scent of blood filled my nostrils as I pushed him down onto the bed.

“Oh… no… what can I do?” I whispered when I saw his armor had been destroyed, raw flesh and organs visible through the gore. “Please, tell me what to do, Geralt.”

“My potions,” he grunted.

I ran out to where Roach still stood, grabbing his pack from the saddle bag. I shooed her to her enclosure, slamming the gate shut as I hustled back inside.

“Which one?”

“Blue with an iridescent green to it.” His face was etched with pain as he tried to shift on the bed when I handed him the potion he asked for.

“Here.” I held the bottle to his lips as he took a sip, gagging slightly.

“Yeah, your potions taste horrible,” I said, trying to keep the tears out of my voice as he began to shake. “Please, hang on. You can’t leave me…”

He shook his head, looking down at his wounds. They weren’t getting any better with the elixir.

“Geralt…” Resting my hand on the side of his face, I made sure he was looking me in the eye. “What if you… drank from me?”

“No,” he spat.

“Would it help?”

“Yes, but…” He grimaced, his body shuddering.

I tucked my hair to the side, exposing my neck to him. I could see his pupils dilate as he focused on the rapid pulse ticking at my carotid vein.

“I can’t,” he murmured. “I don’t know if I could stop.”

“I trust you,” I said, leaning forward, “please. Let me help you.”

Wrapping his hand around the back of my neck, he placed his lips to my skin, kissing me softly, murmuring against me softly.

“This might hurt.”

The searing pain I’d experienced last time didn’t come as I expected. I felt a sharp pinch and then a cool breath as my blood left my body and entered his. Lightheaded and full of love for this man, I could only feel the joy of being able to save his life in return for him saving mine.

Breaking his grip on my neck, Geralt pulled me over him on the bed, his lips crashing into mine. The frantic urgency of the kiss and the taste of my blood on his tongue made me push away from him, worried that I’d be hurting him.

“Geralt! Be careful!” I gasped at the sight of his chest.

Stunned, I ran my fingers over his torso, angry red scars where the gaping wounds had been seconds before. Taking me in his arms again, he flipped me under him on the bed.

“I could feel your love… I could taste it,” he said, his eyes searching mine, amazed. “Pumpkin, I… love you. Thank you for believing in me.”

He kissed me softly, his love for me evident in his kiss. Impatient and wanting to feel his skin against my hands, I ripped the remainder of his armor and shirt off, running my fingers over his back, feeling every scar that told the story of his life.

“I told you that I trusted you, I knew you wouldn’t hurt me,” I whispered against his neck, kissing just below his jaw. “I would give you everything if that meant keeping you alive.”

“Fuck,” he growled, grinding against me, his lips finding my neck again, kissing and licking reverently at the spot that had just saved him.

Bucking my hips against his, looking for friction, I let out a shaky sigh when his rough fingers found my core, sinking in and feeling how much I needed him.

“Geralt, please!” I whined, my fingers fumbling with the buttons at his waist.

Raising above me on his knees, he made quick work of divesting himself of his pants enough to expose his erection, settling himself back down between my legs as I pulled my dress over my head, tossing it to the floor.

Running my hand over his cock, he let out a growl that made me grin. I felt drunk on the effect I had on him. Stroking him, I guided him to my entrance.

“I need you,” I whispered.

His lips met mine as he sunk into my warmth, a swear escaping him once he was fully sheathed within me.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do that,” he whispered, his lips against my forehead as he slowly began moving.

“Probably as long as I’ve wanted you to do that,” I whispered back.

Catching his rhythm, he ground into me slowly, snapping his hips back only to sink back into me with just as much measured restraint. Gripping his back, I was a whimpering mess before long, coming several times before he’d even worked up a sweat.

“Geralt, I can’t!” I cried when I came again as his hand reached between us, rubbing my overly tender bud, causing me to cry out and jump away from him, “it’s too much! Are you even close?”

Kissing my neck and cheeks, he brushed my hair back from my face, still moving within me.

“It’s alright, we can stop. It goes with the territory. Witcher’s are stronger and last longer at everything.” He kissed my nose as he tried to pull out.

I wrapped my legs around his hips, holding him in place.

“I want you to come,” I whispered, not able to meet his eye.

“It’s alright, Pumpkin. I don’t want to hurt you. We can try again later.” He gave me a lazy smile, making me clench my walls around him and eliciting a soft moan from him.

“What if…” I trailed off.

“What if what?” He looked interested to know what I was thinking.

“Promise not to get mad?”

“Hmmm. Tell me.��

“Promise first.”

“Fine. I promise.”

“You promise not to get mad.”

Annoyed, he rolled his eyes.

“I promise not to get mad.”

“What if you bit me,” I said quietly.

His eyes widened. I could tell the thought of it aroused him, his already rock hard cock getting impossibly harder inside me, throbbing with need.

“Are you trying to kill me? Or yourself?! No. Absolutely not.”

“You promised.”

“I’m not mad. Move your legs, Pumpkin.”

“No. I want you to.”

“No.”

“Please?”

“No.”

“Just a little one. I want to feel you come!” I begged, lacing my fingers into his hair, fisting the silver strands and giving a gentle pull towards my neck, my head falling back against the pillow. “I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel.”

He slammed into me, pushing me down hard into the mattress, fucking into me mercilessly.

“Is this what you want?” he growled. “You want me to take you? Make you mine?”

“Yes!” I cried.

His nose nuzzled against my neck, his tongue laving across my pulse. Kissing me, sucking at my skin, he dragged his teeth lightly down my flesh, causing me to shiver.

“I need you to come again,” he whispered.

“I can’t,” I whimpered.

“Come.”

“Geralt, I can’t! I just want you to come!”

“I said come,” he commanded, his voice low and gravely as sunk his teeth into me.

My body convulsed against him, my core shuddering around him as he twitched and filled me. Rivulets of pleasure like I’ve never known rushed through me. The vibrations of his groan ran from his mouth and into my veins.

“Fuck,” he hissed.

Collapsing on top of me, he licked and kissed the small punctures on my neck, nuzzling behind my ear when he was satisfied they were closed.

I ran my fingers lightly over the muscles in his back, pure bliss making me feel like I was floating. My heart was racing and I could feel his heart slamming in his chest as well.

“That…” I murmured, taking a deep breath, still trying to calm my pounding heart.

“Is not happening again,” he growled in my ear.

“It’s not?” I whined slightly. “I’ve never come like that, and you can’t tell me it wasn’t good for you.”

He sighed, rolling over and pulling me with him, yanking the blanket up around us.

“Well. We’ll see.”

#henry cavill #geralt of rivia #geralt of river x reader #I’m sad #so here’s a story I wrote last year that made me happy

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perfect penmanship (steddie x reader)

Fill for this prompt: ‘What if reader accidentally found eddies book and saw all of the things he wants to do to her and planned for her when steve was gone for that weekend. She would be on edge every time he was near her and she would get a funny feeling in her tummy anytime he so much looked at her. Eddie probably takes notice and does little things to get her reaction.’ This is an Eddie focused fic with some Steve cause I’m in my Harrington era and takes place the summer before Good Cop x Bad Cop (why am I creating lore???). I took some liberties on this. And also gave our reader a little bit of back story on how she met Steve. Sorry for the wait here, things are kind of all over the place while I get ready to leave for a job. This incredibly long one shot is also a little all over the place, but WHO CARES. I’m tired! Anyway, hope you love it. You can tell I started this fic while I was watching 'The Bear’. warnings: f!reader, MEAN!EDDIE, jealous!eddie, angst, sweet angel steve harrington who is always nice, mentions of a lot of different kinks including kn*feplay and p*ss (but not written out), smacking with a ruler, D/s dyanmics, use of 'daddy’ in sexual context, use of 'master’ in sexual context, p in v sex, degredation, humiliation, smoking, all that jazz oh yeah and if you’re under 18 don’t read my content.

Summer, Hawkins, 1990

Eddie kept himself busy in the kitchen, if there was something he was good at outside of music, it was cooking. Now that Steve was on vacation he could put in a little more effort now that he was just cooking for two.

It was 90 degrees, hot and steamy in the kitchen with pans and pots going on the stove and the oven cranked. Eddie shook a sauté pan, sizzling aromatics, his back muscles outlined by a heather grey t-shirt drenched in sweat. He had his hair tied up on itself in a bun at the nape of his neck. His bangs still fluffing in his eyes, other stray hairs sticking to his face. His cheeks blushed red from the heat outside and the flames on burners.

You walked into the kitchen, looking much less frazzled since you’d spent all day in the air-conditioning upstairs. You wore an old Camp Hawkins t-shirt from when you were a kid. The kind of camp shirt that would be too big for your whole life, that got softer with every wash. You pulled open the fridge and grabbed a can of Coke, letting the chill flow over you, shutting your eyes.

“Hey, hey, close that. I have dough in there,” he called over his shoulder, “Can you grab me the red wine on the counter, sweet thing? It should be open already.”

You look over at him lazily and offer a bored reply, “Yes, chef.”

You put your can on the table, shutting the fridge door lightly (even though you wanted to slam it). The bottle clinked as you pulled it by the neck off the counter, he reached back for it without turning around – pouring the contents into the pan that flared with a quick flame.

“Careful,” you chided, he looked over his shoulder and winked.

“Will you go put this in the recycling?” he asked, now quickly stirring with one hand, the bottle outstretched to you in the other. You plucked it from him by the base.

“Yes, chef,” you said with a smile, washing the bottle out in the sink that was already starting to over flow with mixing bowls and other kitchen ware. This morning it was cakes, tonight it was duck, tomorrow you were sure he’d want to smoke a whole pig. You gently dropped the bottle into the glass recycling (Eddie was very serious about separating cans and bottles) with a little ‘clang!’, going back into the kitchen to grab your abandoned Coke can on the table.

“Can you also go grab one of the big box fans out of me and Steve’s room and bring it down here? I’m sweating buckets, baby,” he said, turning half way at his waist. You blushed as his shirt lifted – the tattoos on his hips peeking out from the tops of his jeans, the bottom ridge of his defined oblique being brushed by the gray fabric – it drove you wild.

“Yes, chef,” you said, walking out of the kitchen.

“Hey,” he said, you turned your head, your brows raising to silently ask ‘hm?’

“You’re so fuckin’ pretty,” he gushed, his boyish grin breaking across his face.

“Thank you, chef,” you grinned back, hurrying up the stairs to grab the fan. You sighed as you got in the room, the fan resting on a splay of books and comics on top of the low makeshift book case Eddie made from an upright shelving unit. The other one was clamped down in the window to let fresh air in. From the looks of it, Eddie had left both of them on last night, letting it them all day – Steve was gonna throw a fit when they got the electric bill this month.

As you go to turn the nob on the fan, it falls on the floor, splaying the books everywhere – papers fanning themselves out across the room. “Shit, shit!” you say to yourself, turning it off and putting it up right, unplugging it from the wall behind the bookcase. You turned around, hurrying to pick up and re-organize the books on the ground. Even if Eddie wouldn’t totally care, you didn’t want to get anything reported back to Steve that wasn’t absolutely glowing. In your efforts, you came across a composition notebook – clearly getting plenty of use, tucked neatly part way under the couch.

The cover was crudely scrawled on in penmanship that could only be Eddie’s: 'Crime :) & Punishment >:(’

You huffed a laugh, and opened the cover, but instead of finding Eddie’s diary, you found the beginnings of a list of things Eddie wanted – from and to do to you:

Tie her up and keep her in the bedroom for free use whenever we want for a few nights, maybe after she’s too handsy on a date or something. (Steve loves this.)

Tie her up the next time I make us dinner and put her on the center of the table and eat her. eat her out. (Update: this went great and she came six times like a fucking whore, fell asleep before she could even try the eclairs I made which was kind of annoying)

She asked for the 'Dungeon Master’ when she came to drop off my dice at Hellfire and I would kill a kid just for her to call me Master in the house on her knees

Slave Leia costume????? (Steve said he won’t be Jabba, I think he’d be great)

Get leather cuffs, the steel ones hurt her even though she won’t say they do.

Bathroom denial? Am I into piss???? Or do I just like to watch her cry and get embarrassed? Might be into piss or watching her piss herself. Steve said no :(

Start ashing my cigs in her mouth when she talks back to me or cusses. Put my cigs out on her thighs. note ^^ Steve said be careful not to trigger her asthma :( but otherwise okay

fake kidnap her when she’s getting out of work and put her in the trunk and fuck her in the woods like a worthless whore. measured steve’s trunk and she wont fit and she’ll know its my van if we use my van :( ^^ update: Steve said no. :(

Make her hold a quarter or a nickel (ridge side) to the wall with the tip of her nose and use the leather strap every time she drops it. (Steve wants to do this ASAP!!!!!)

More rice kneeling, MORE RICE KNEELING

fuck her in those little skirt suits she wear to work fuck her in her skirt suits BEFORE work and mess up her hair and makeup and make her go to work like a used fucking slut after she gets out of line

need more soap for when she runs that stupid pretty mouth

kind of wanna piss in her mouth??? maybe in the shower or something

wanna dress her up as arwen

anal training (update: steve said he doesn’t think she’s ready but what the fuck does he know)

ren faire date, she’d be such a cute bar wench (not inviting steve)

saw her play with my switchblade the other day, why did it make me hard?

do you think she’s start letting me bring knife play into punishments? steve said that’s an accident waiting to happen

“Babe, I need that fan!” you heard him call from the kitchen. Your heart raced, some of these were scary. “Coming!” you called back, quickly tossing the notebook into your desk drawer in the man-cave they commandeered. You grabbed the fan and hurried down stairs, a little out of breath.

“Sorry, chef,” you smiled, “I knocked over some books and I wanted to put them back nicely.”

“That’s thoughtful,” he said, not turning around yet.

“Did I hear something come out of your mouth upstairs that I shouldn’t have?” he asked, stepping away from the oven and leaning against the counter. He tapped a cigarette out of his American Spirit box and held it in his lips, looking at you.

Your heart raced, he was gonna ash in your mouth. Holy fuck he was gonna do this cause Steve wasn’t home. He was gonna– “Baby, answer me,” he said, a huff of impatience slid on his words while he took a drag of his cigarette, “Too hot to wait for you to figure it out.”

“Yeah, but I was just startled,” you said, rounding your eyes into his favorite look, “It won’t happen again.” His heart melted when he looked at you like that, all flushed and nervous. He went to the sink, reaching under the cabinet first and your breath hitched as he pulled out some liquid hand soap.

“As long as it doesn’t happen again,” he hummed, rinsing and then washing his hands in the sink. You tried to make your heart rate slow down. “Everything’s just simmering down here sweet thing, so I’m gonna take a shower,” he said, peeling his t-shirt off to reveal his tattooed chest. His jeans hung low on his hips, the band of his boxers slipping with the slick of his sweat – your mouth filled with spit. You wished he’d bend you over the counter and fuck you right there. “You wanna come with me?” he asked.

’kind of wanna piss in her mouth??? maybe in the shower or something’

“Um! No thank you,” you said, “Plus, Steve said he’d call and I wanted to make sure that–” Ring, ring. Ring, ring. “I’ll take it in your room,” you said, bounding up the stairs past him and closing the door behind you. You eagerly picked up the phone.

“Hi, Harrington residence,” you said with a perfect, clean voice. “Well if it isn’t the prettiest girl I know,” Steve said on the other end of the line. You swooned at the sound of his voice.

“Hi Stevie,” he could hear your smile through the phone, “How’s it going over there?”

“Well my dad got a sunburn so we’ll get to listen to him complain about it for the next three days,” he grumbled, “How are things at home, where’s Ed?”

“He’s in the shower, he’s making us dinner tonight,” you answered.

“Well, that’s sweet.”

“Yeah…I guess. I miss you, though,” you mumbled, fumbling open your desk drawer and taking out Eddie’s notebook.

“I miss you too, babe,” he said, his voice soft and needy, “Spent my whole time here so far thinkin’ about our date night. The boat’s not the same without you. -ugh- Yeah, yeah, I’ll tell her. My dad says hi, by the way, if you can’t hear him from over my shoulder.“

Your heart swelled at the memory of his little ‘last day’ stunt before he left for vacation. He made a big show of taking you out shopping the night before, making sure you had a new dress for where he was taking you the before he left. He loved when you got all dolled up for him, but you weren’t his plaything those couple of days. You were you, like you used to be — like old times.

He brought you into town for a nice dinner, like a nice one. The kind of restaurant Eddie wouldn’t be allowed into at a glance. You shared a bottle of wine, you got dessert, he kissed you on the street while you waited for a cab to take you home. And home?

Home was heavenly. The first time in ages he didn’t just bend you over and take you. The first time in a while he said your name while he pushed into you. He held you close and desperately on his lap while you rocked on top of him – it was slow and sensual. He never wanted you to forget it. "Hi, Mr. Harrington,” you called through the phone, “I don’t know if he asked, but could you let your dad know I got all the filing done yesterday. So I just have to go through his messages tomorrow and make some calls.”

“Don’t talk business with me, honey, I’m on vacation,” he whined. It was the only time Steve got grumbly in a boyish way, when you talked about work. It’s how he met you, at a holiday party at his dad’s firm, Mr. Harrington’s fresh new secretary. He didn’t know whether to love you for looking so professional and precious at your desk, or hate you for his dad trusting you more than he ever trusted Steve.

A few months into dating Steve wanted to impress you by bring you to the lake house. He got it together for that weekend and took you out on his daddy’s boat every day because you liked being out on the water. He’d melt every time you’d call him 'Sailor Stevie’ and giggle. But things were different now, and that was okay. You’d make it back to the lake house eventually.

“I’m sorry,” you giggled, “Do you have anything fun planned for later? Are they doing fireworks or anything?” “I don’t know, I have to man the grill – wish Ed would fit in with my parents so he could cook instead. We have some family friends coming over so, you know, same old as every summer. Rich people talking about how rich they are,” he said.

“Steve you’re one of the rich people at the party talking about how rich they are,” you teased.

“Baby, I work at Family Video,” he grumbled. “You’re a manager at Family Video,” you corrected, “And you know your dad is proud of you for that. He said that after another year of this you could apply to the fi–” “I’m not working for my fucking dad,” he said shortly.

“Okay, okay,” you soothed, “I’m sorry.” “S'fine, I’m sorry for snapping,” he said, his voice getting a little husky. You couldn’t hear anymore shuffling behind him in the background, everyone must’ve gone outside, “You bein’ a good girl for me at home?”

Your body tingled, your chest feeling heavy, slickness immediately forming between your legs at the question. He could hear you get breathless, a little chuckle comes out of him, “Honey, I asked you a question, are you being good for me?”

The dominance creeping into his voice made you shiver. The shower was still going in the bathroom, it couldn’t hurt if you just…

“Yes, I’m being such a good girl,” you confessed, your hand sneaking past the waist band of your cotton shorts and slipping between your legs. Offering yourself slow and lazy circles over your panties – you didn’t want him to find out you were doing anything you’re not supposed to. “That’s what I like to hear,” he said, “I’ll be home sooner than you think, pretty girl. I’ll take you out again, just us.”

“Just us?” you smiled, a blush forming on your cheeks. You pulled your underwear to the side, the cool air from the fan in the window shocking your body against the slickness. You let a finger glide over your opening up to your clit, stifling a huff of pleasure so Steve wouldn’t catch on. “Yeah, I wanted to take you to the new place dow–” Dial tone. You frowned, your hand snaking out of your panties, “Steve? You there?” “Steve?” you said again, turning around towards the door only to see Eddie standing over your desk. His fingers pressing down hard on the receiver. “You havin’ fun in here?” he asked. Your body went to ice. Even with a towel around his waist, dripping form the shower, he looked menacing.

“No,” you quickly responded, straightening up in the chair. “You know I don’t take kindly to being lied to, sweet thing,” he said, taking the phone from you and hanging it up, “If you were feeling a little pent up, you could’ve just asked. But now that you had to go break the rules…” Guilt swirled in your chest, knowing how this looked to him. Not only were you breaking a pretty hard rule, but it was for Steve. Ed had been seething the whole time Stevie had you out on his arm, while he took you to dinner, while he made love to you in the bed you shared. “C'mon, get up,” he said.

“But I was on the phone,” you said, “Steve was telling me something and he’s gonna think I hung up on him.” “I don’t give a fuck that Steve is gonna think you hung up on him,” he hissed, “Get. Up.”

You did what you were told, following him to the bedroom, asked to kneel at his feet while he got changed. He shook out his hair, showering you in little water droplets that smelled like the shampoo you bought him. “Stay,” he commanded, going back into the other room. You hear something rustle and then, “Are you fucking kidding me?” He stomped back in with the notebook in his hand, “Does this belong to you?” “No, sir,” you said in a soft low voice. “So what is it doing on your desk?” he asked, “I know I didn’t put it there. Did you read it?” Tears welled in your eyes, you nodded, “Y-yes. Just one page, I promise.” Eddie sighed, tapping the corner of the book on the top of the dresser, “You’re really outdoing yourself, here.” “I’m s-s-sorry,” you choked out.

“Don’t cry,” he glowered. A phrase he usually said when he was wrapping you up in his arms after a spanking from Steve, but this was harsh and bitter – biting. “Since this whole thing is about self control, try it out,” he said, “Don’t fucking cry.” You sniffed, your eyes wide at the demand. You took a deep shuddering breath to try to self regulate. “That’s better,” he chided. He pulled you up for your kneeling position and brought you downstairs back into the hot kitchen. “Not in herrrreee,” you whined, “It’s too hot.” He roughly sat you down at the kitchen table, “I still have to finish making dinner for you, in case for you forgot what I’ve been doing all day.” Your heart sunk, you were ruining his whole big gesture – which was honestly Eddie’s favorite thing to do. Always one for theatrics. He slapped the notebook down in front of you and swiped through a few pages, leaning over you like your dad did when he was helping you with homework. “Let’s see…” he mumbled to himself, “Since I’m busy, it needs to keep you busy.” “There we go,” he said, pointing to a bullet on the list, “Read it out loud to me.” “You don’t have to keep admitting you don’t know how to read, Ed,” you smirked.

He wrapped your hair around his hand and yanked it back, “Don’t get cute with me. Do you want me to call Steve and have him come back here?”

You shook your head no and he let go of your hair, pointing back down to the bullet point on the list. “Have her write 40 lines with her right hand, supervised, use a ruler on her hands the moment her composition isn’t perfect. Make her start over every time. Put all the bad composition on the fridge to remind her how worthless she is,” you read out loud, your voice getting smaller and smaller with each word. “But I’m left handed,” you said to him. “Are you stupid? We know that,” he asked, his face annoyed and quizzical, “That’s why you have to use your right hand. It’s like Catholic school.”

You whined and huffed, the heat starting to get to you. The fan on the counter just blowing more hot air around. He pulled a wide wooden ruler out of the junk drawer and a pen, slamming them down on the table in front of you. He turned closer to the end of the notebook to a clean page and smoothed it out. “Since I have more shit to do, you only have to do ten, go,” he said, back in his position over you. They always had you write 'I will learn self control,’ when it came to touching yourself without asking, so you didn’t need the clarification. The pen felt wrong and uncomfortable in your right hand, you fumbled when you saw Eddie pick up the ruler. “Maybe it’s the heat, or because you’re ruining dinner, or because I don’t really like sharing my toys very often,” he said through gritted teeth, “But I can’t wait for you to fuck up.”

A tear spilled out of your eye at the fear of knowing it was gonna hurt when he got use out of that ruler. You put the pen to the paper, trying to smoothly write 'I’, but it came out more diagonal than anything. CRACK! The sound of the ruler on your knuckles made you jumped before the stinging pain bloomed. “OUCH!” you yelped, “That hurts, Ed.” “It’s. Supposed. To hurt,” he said, another crack of the ruler after every pause in his sentence, “Or else you don’t learn anything.” You looked up at him again, your eyes round and swimming with tears, “What if I was just really sorry? I’m so sorry Ed, you don’t have to be mad at me.”

“I am mad at you,” he said, “And I told you not to fuckin’ cry.” Your knuckles were already welting, “And what do you say after we punish you?” he asked. “Th-thank you,” you whispered. He ripped the paper out so a fresh one was in front of you.

“Start over,” he hissed. His jaw was tight while he watched you, eyes dark and brooding. He wasn’t just mad, you could tell he was hurt about something. You did start over, again, and again, and again. He barely spoke, just whacked that ruler down with vigor every time your hand merely slid wrong. Your knuckles were starting to break at the skin, little droplets of blood started peeking through the creases. “I said, perfect penmanship,” he growled after the seventh attempt, “What about that do you not understand?” “It’s h-hard after you hit my h-hands,” you responded, still doing your best to keep your tears in. “We’re gonna be here all night, aren’t we? Can’t even do this simple thing,” he grumbled, sighing and turning the heat down on the oven. He grabbed the oven mitts on the counter and took out the duck, letting it rest on a trivet over by the sink. You felt your nose burn at how stupid he made you feel. “You know I put in all this effort for you and you just like, you don’t even care,” he muttered, not really expecting you to hear him. “Hm?” you started, “Whad'you mean? Of course I care.”

The dominance in his stance was faltering, he leaned against the counter and looked at you, “I’ve been trying to keep you happy this whole week, and you’re still so hung up on Steve. It’s like I’m not even here unless you need to be put in your place.” “Ed–” you started. “And I get it, you were his girl first and you’re Daddy’s precious princess but, you’re my girl, too y'know?” he said, “I wanna take you out, I wanna get you a new dress…” “You can still do those things, we can do those things,” you said, finishing up your fourth line on the new page.

“Just forget it, stay focused,” he said while he came back to lean over you and watch, wiping the sweat from his forehead with his bandana. “You’re making me nervous,” you said, “It’s easier when you don’t watch me…” “Do you talk this much when you do lines for Daddy?” he asked, “Shut up, and write.” You flinched at his harshness, scared and sad about him, “Yes, Master.” “Hm?” you caught the blush burn his cheeks, a bashful grin peeking out from his hardened look, “What was that?” “Yes, Master,” you repeated, focusing your eyes on your lines but smirking at your own cleverness. “Baby, you can’t go around saying that to me when I’m supposed to be mad at you,” he mumbled, standing upright and pushing his hair out of his face. The heat of the kitchen had mostly dried it and he tied it back up in a bun at the base of his neck. His bangs were still puffy and wild against his face. You surveyed him, seeing the bulge growing in his jeans. “Can’t we do something else, sir?” you grinned, “I know how to make you not mad at me. I promise I learned my lesson.” You got on your knees in front of him, reaching for his belt. “I just wanna make you happy,” you really laid it on thick, undoing his belt with a clink and unzipping his jeans. He didn’t stop you from taking his cock out, still a little overwhelmed from his new nickname. “Fuck, kitten, you’re supposed to be in trouble,” he said, leaning back on his hands on the bar cart behind him. You let your hand glide with his skin, soft and silky, still smelling like his body wash and clean laundry. He peered down at you, catching your beaten knuckles as you stroked him, and pouted. He stopped your hand, taking it in his gently and pulled you up for your knees. “Did I do something wrong?” you asked, he was never one to pass up on a blowjob.

“No, no,” he said, he leaned in to kiss you, wet and aggressive. “Juss really needa fuck you right now,” he mumbled, kissing and biting at your neck. He pulled your shorts and underwear off with one fell swoop, hoisting you onto the kitchen table. You let out a squeal that turned into a deep moan while he pushed into you. His ringed hand hoisted up your leg to give him more access while he gripped your hip hard with the other, driving into you at a steady pace. Your breaths hitched at every thrust, he was hitting every spot just right. Your mouth hung open at his rhythm, sweat building on both of you. “It’s gotta be quick baby,” he said, panting, “I have to strain the au jus.” You whined into his quickened pace, feeling yourself get close. “M’ gonna…oh fuck, Ed,” you groaned, digging your nails into his shoulder, “Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” “Cum for me princess, come on,” he muttered in your ear, tilting you back a little, letting his thumb slip over your clit. That soft sensation did it for you, sending you yowling in the center of the kitchen with the curtains open. Eddie pulled out, sending hot wet seed all over your Camp Hawkins shirt – luckily missing the table as a whole. You both caught your breath, and you slid off the table. “That was, wow,” you said, “Wow.” “Yeah,” he breathed, “Yeah.” Eddie shook his head, getting himself back together. “Are you okay?” he asked, while you put your short back on. “Yeah, I’m okay,” you said. He came over and laid a gentle kiss on your forehead, lifting your hand and kissed right above your aching knuckles. “We’ll put some ice on it, okay?” he said, “You did so good for me.” You blushed, “I’m gonna change first.” “Can you do two more things for me?” he asked. “Yes.” “Can you clean this table, and then clean yourself up nice and pretty for dinner? It should be all ready when you’re done.” “Yes, chef,” you smiled, walking into the pantry to get your supplies. The phone started to ring and you paused, looking at the phone on the wall and then at Eddie. “You gonna get that? It’s probably Steve,” he said, turning his back to you and reaching for the sauce pans. “No,” you said, at the pantry door, “I’ll just call him tomorrow.” While you didn’t see it, Eddie flushed, his heart racing. His girl, at least for the week, just his girl.

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You From the Future

Warnings: hunting, bad parents, violence, guns, let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Dean Winchester x reader platonic, Sam Winchester x reader platonic

Request: Hey friend! I legit go back and read the other request when I’m in need of fluff! And on my drive home from OBX! I love your writing style and If you don’t mind could I please request: Supernatural x Teen!Male!Reader. The reader is the son of a hunting family Bobbie used to recommend around to hunters as an extra set of hands. The Reader and his family are on a hunt with Sam and Dean looking for a Wendigo nest in northern Maine. While I’m the trip Dean sees a lot of himself in Reader, raised to be solider, calling his parents sir and ma’am, forcing away tears when he gets hurt- he sees a machine rather than a 17 year old. After the hunt is over Dean pulls Reader aside maybe gives him the phone number to one of their burner phones they keep for long periods of time and the address to the bunker, hoping one day he’ll show. A week later, the brother walk in and the Reader is here at the bunker hanging out with Kevin Tran, and like gives Dean a greatfull smile, looking less exhausted then Dean had ever seen him. Sorry if it’s long but I love your work ❤️❤️

Request by: @bringinsexybackk69

*not my gif*

Summary: When Dean looks at you, it’s like looking into a mirror of his past

A/N: Sorry this took so long, Bubba- hope you enjoy :) <3

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

As slowly as he could, Dean reached up to wipe his sweaty brow with the back of his sleeve, barely even daring to blink. The loaded flare gun was clutched in a deadlock in his hand; he and Sam had learned after last time that it worked better than the traditional killing method.

Beside him, the slight sound of scuffing let the man know that you were shifting your weight slightly, tense, but ready to fight at any given moment.

Behind you, Sam and your parents could be found in similar positions.

Every once and a while, the heavy footsteps of the wendigo bounced off the cave walls in a way that made it seem like they were coming from all directions, so it was impossible to tell when the creature would be appearing.

The anticipation of what was to come hung thickly in the room, practically suffocating everyone inside.

Though he didn’t have time to think about it, the man couldn’t help the thought from crossing his mind about how your parents were content having you hidden from their line of sight by Sam’s monstrous form, not even seemingly glancing over to check on you. He couldn’t help but have that remind him of…

Then, out of nowhere, a terrible roar was let out and the wendigo walked into everyone’s line of sight, drool rolling down its hideous face as its void eyes stared at all of you in hunger.

Everyone immediately sprang into action, shooting off into different directions and firing maniacally at the beast.

With shocking agility, it dodged all of them in a way that ones in the past hadn’t had when he and his brother had hunted them. This one was different. Smarter.

Panic immediately flooded into his system, doing everything in its power to suffocate him, but he pushed the feelings down- just as he always had- and put on a stone cold mask and began thinking of a way to overpower the beast instead.

He barely even registered the frantic looks on your parents' faces as they tightly gripped one another’s hands, backs to you without so much as a glance back to see how you were doing.

“Dean!” Sam called, motioning wildly with his hands to the large pile of rocks that were behind the wendigo.

The man understood immediately, and apparently you did too, because you rushed up beside him and took out your flare gun, aiming for behind the creature as the Winchester brothers did the same, firing round after round until the rocks came crashing down.

Too many of them came too fast, and the wendigo wasn’t able to stop them and protect itself before it was buried, tearing and breaking its flesh along the way.

Everyone let out a deep breath, shoulders sagging in relief that the creature was gone.

A groan emitted from the back of your throat as you gripped your shoulder. A lone stone had been thrown from the rubble and hit you on a weak spot, breaking skin and sticking into your arm.

The Winchesters' eyes widened and they were quick to try and rush to your side, only to have your parents interfere in the middle, seemingly oblivious to your pain.

Your father laughed, reaching out a hand to shake Sam’s, “That was very smart of you, Winchester.” He complimented with a grin.

Sam gave him a tight lipped smile as his nervous eyes flitted around the man, landing on your slightly hunched over finger as Deans did the same.

“Your son,” Dean pointed, trying to get around your mother.

She just stepped to the side and blocked his path, “Don’t mind him, Dean, he’s fine. Just being overly dramatic.” She wasn’t even trying to keep her voice down, “He thinks it’s the way to get attention.”

He became painfully aware of the way your muscles tensed before your back straightened at her words. Painfully aware of how the back of your hand was quick to fly up to your eyes and rub them slightly, ridding them of unshed tears.

“Are you okay?” Sam called to you over your fathers shoulder, who had also stopped the man from walking over any closer to you.

“He’s fine.” Your father repeated through gritted teeth, shooting you a quick glare before plastering a smile on his face when he caught Sam and Deans eyes.

“Come on!” Your mother cried with a large smile, “Let us buy you two a drink!”

The two men nodded, allowing the couple to go in front of them before waiting for you to catch up with.

“Are you okay?” Sam whispered, glancing down uneasily at your shoulder.

You nodded stiffly, “I’m fine, it’s only a small scratch.” The blood seeping through your clothes said otherwise, but they knew better than to push.

“Y/n.” Your father snapped.

“Coming, sir.” You hastily called back, avoiding your hunting partner's stares.

Because the two families had just met- Bobby had sent Sam and Dean on a hunt with your lot- the boys didn’t know how much they could say about the obvious and serious matter at hand.

The way you were acting was so familiar to Dean. The titles of respect, wiping away tears, the tough love that didn’t really feel like love at all. You were just like him, in the same situation he had been in with his own father.

You were a living, breathing copy of him from the past.

And that thought saddened and terrified the man at the same time.

-•-

After hitting a local bar with your family, you had all gone your separate ways, but not before Dean had pulled you aside and gave you a burner phone that had his number and the bunker address on it, making you promise to stop by if you ever needed a friend, or a place to stay.

It was a week later, and the man was opening the bunker door with a sigh, grocery bag in one hand and his keys in the other.

The soft sound of chatter and laughter filled his ears, causing his eyebrows to furrow as he drew closer to the balcony that looked out on the floor below him.

There, at one of the tables, sat Kevin Tran and you, sharing a bag of sweets from the kitchen and talking amongst yourselves happily.

Your eyes turned up at Dean, and he couldn’t help but suck in a breath. Around your right eye was a fresh black and blue shiner, but the smile on your face completely contradicted the wound.

It was a smile full of gratefulness and a promise of staring a new. You were finally free from your parents and you had Dean to thank for it.

“Hey, kid,” Dean called, softly smiling, “Welcome home.”

Idjits 👟- @ineedmorefanfics2 @roseblue373

#platonic #platonic imagine #x reader #teen reader #supernatural x reader #spn x reader #spn #dean winchester x platonic!reader #dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #sam winchester #sam winchester x reader #Sam Winchester x reader platonic

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smartycvnt · 2 years

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Nightcap

Pairing: Becky Lynch x Reader Prompt: "Where's my goodnight kiss?"

Your relationship with Becky was playfully antagonistic at best. The two of you had never really tried being close friends, but there was something rewarding in the flirtatious banter you shared. Sometimes, you came away from interactions knowing that you had flustered her, but other times Becky left you utterly speechless. You didn't know why you liked the banter so much, but it had quickly become your favorite part of coming into work. You loved the wrestling business, if you didn't then you'd simply be doing something else, but as your momentum began to slow a little you found yourself thinking more about seeing Becky than your next match. And that was when you finally figured out that you were in bad for Becky. There were feelings there, and somehow you had developed them despite not really knowing Becky in a personal sense.

"Hey Y/n, that was a great match tonight. Are you heading out?" Byron asked as he watched you walking towards the parking lot with your bags. The show was over, but you knew that a few people were gathering to get drinks. An invitation had been extended towards you, but you had decided to decline it so that you could have a night to relax before being sent out for a media tour for the rest of the week.

"Yeah, there's a queen mattress calling my name," you told him. Byron stepped forward like he was going to offer to take one of your bags, but then backed away at the last second. You thought the movement was a bit odd, but then you felt Becky come up from behind you and wrap her arm around your shoulders. "Hi Becks."

"Don't tell me you're headed back to your hotel already. Come on, the night is still young. After a match like that surely you've got some energy to burn off," Becky said as she patted your stomach. You adjusted the strap on your bag as you tried to ignore the warmth left behind from her touching you. "I hear you used to be a real party animal, but I never see you out."

"Those were my FCW days, just ask Byron," you said as you grabbed onto his shoulder. Becky's jaw clenched as you let your hand linger. There were no romantic feelings for the man, which Becky knew, but she couldn't help the little flare up of jealousy. "Everybody has to grow up sometimes."

"Growing up's overrated," Becky said as she tried pulling you towards her again. "It's just one night, just so that I know it's not me you're always avoiding in your hotel room."

"I doubt that's what you're so worried about, but if you want, you can come to my room later for a drink," you offered. Becky perked up a little, like she was pleased with herself. Becky didn't try to fight you on going out after that, which you were grateful for. If Becky really wanted to, she could talk you into almost anything. You said a quick goodbye to Byron, who seemed very amused with your encounter with Becky, and then went to your hotel. You put your things in your room, showered, and then told Becky she had 30 minutes to come up for that drink before you started getting ready for bed. Somewhat surprisingly, she managed to make it to your room within 5 minutes.

"Since you're not a big partier anymore, I just brought you a beer," Becky said as she handed you a can of beer. You weren't sure where she had gotten this, but it was still cold. You quietly thanked her as she hopped onto the edge of your bed. "Nice place you've got here, very cozy."

"It's a hotel room, it probably looks just like yours," you told her. Becky shook her head as she looked around the room. Admittedly, you had made a bit of a mess in your room with your things, but you didn't care. The two of you had been sharing a locker room for nearly a decade, Becky knew that you were a little messy. "What's so different about my room?"

"I can see little traces of you. That jacket draped across the back of the office chair, the bag of snacks you always get as soon as we get to any town, your shoes by the door. It's a lot of little things, and it makes this feel less like a pit stop," Becky said as she cracked open her own drink. You stood back and thought about her words. You didn't realize that she had been paying so much attention to all the details around you. Becky had seemed sort of aloof lately, to the point where you had convinced yourself she just wasn't interested in you.

"Some people would say I'm just messy." You glanced at Becky over the top of your can as you took a drink. Becky shook her head as she sat up a little. You didn't know why, but you found yourself walking towards her until you were standing in between her legs.

"You're making it comfortable. Not everybody brings their own blankets with them," Becky said with a teasing smile. It was meant to cut the tension, and to a small degree it was successful. However, you still found yourself migrating towards Becky as you sought out a little bit of comfort. "I should probably get going and let you sleep."

"I wasn't going straight to bed," you told her. It was an offer to stay, one that Becky looked like she was genuinely contemplating before she softly rejected it.

"I promised some people that I'd make a stop at the bar for a few drinks. You can come with me if you want," Becky offered. You shook your head. Maybe if you hadn't gotten dressed in your pajamas, but what was done was done. "Damn. Walk me to the hallway?"

"That I can do," you said with a small smile. Becky quickly downed the rest of her drink and tossed it in the trash as the two of you passed it. You opened up the door for her, but Becky stayed in the doorway for an extra moment. "Night Becky."

"Aren't you forgetting something?" Becky asked you teasingly. You furrowed your eyebrows, unsure of what she was meaning. "Where's my goodnight kiss? I mean, you are leaving me all by myself tonight."

"You've got friends, I'm not leaving you alone."

"Yeah, but I don't get to spend my night with the person I want to. Sometimes that's just as bad," Becky said. You blamed your next actions on a mixture of the honest tone of her words and the small pout forming on her face.

"Fuck it," you whispered as you pulled Becky in for a kiss. She seemed surprised for a second, but quickly reciprocated the kiss. Her lips were soft, even as they pushed firmly back against yours. You broke the kiss with a small sigh, glad that you had finally gotten that out of the way. "I've got to get out of here pretty early tomorrow for a radio interview, but I'll see you at the next house show, right?"

"I'll meet you downstairs for breakfast, just give me a call when you're ready," Becky told you. You doubted that she'd actually wake up for it, but you still promised to at least try.

#wwe imagine #wwe #wwe imagines #wwe x reader #becky lynch imagine #becky lynch imagines #becky lynch x reader #becky lynch

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cpunkwitch · 10 months

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happy disability pride month

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i want to talk about chronic pain. might make more posts similar to this one for other things but right now lets discuss chronic pain.

Chronic Pain Syndrome, aka Chronic Regional Pain Syndrome (CRPS), is a broad classification of prolonged pain typically outside injuries or outside the usual timeframe for pain caused by injuries.

there are plenty of things listed under chronic pain like arthritis, back pain, fibromyalgia and more, however not everyone realizes what they have is chronic pain.

chronic pain is not about how bad the pain is, how much it hurts nor about how consistent it is, its about how long it goes on for.

if youre feeling pain for days on end in some area, thats chronic pain if youre feeling pain for a while after every time you try to do something with a limb (ex. lifting causes pain that stays all day and even the next day, getting up in the morning causes pain that lasts etc), thats chronic pain

if the pain goes on and off but still lasts a while when its there thats still chronic pain, it doesnt have to be consistent with how it lasts but pain that lasts longer than it should is chronic pain.

i always have pain in my spine when i get up in the morning, stand too long, walk or just be on my feet too long, lift heavy things etc and that pain lasts at least till the next day but usually much longer. strained muscles and exhaustion, soreness and aches are normal after activities but if they last longer than a day that isnt normal.

if someone tells you prolonged pain after doing something even mildly strenuous on your body is normal pain, they dont know what they're talking about and likely experience chronic pain themselves and no ones told them.

chronic pain can be caused by injuries, by conditions you were born with or gained over time. i was born with a defect in my spine thats caused me back pain, jaw pain, headaches and more for years and i only found out about it rather recently.

chronic pain can cause exhaustion and even be accompanied by chronic fatigue more often than not. it can cause you to need longer breaks and rest and avoid usage of your arms or legs or avoid further strenuous activity more than an abled person would need.

often any pain that causes you to avoid usage of your body isnt normal. pain that flares up after you move, be active or arent active enough isnt normal

pain that lasts longer than it should and pain that is always there after doing something is not normal and more likely than not, a sign of chronic pain.

a lot of people wont realize they have chronic pain unless they discuss their symptoms with someone who knows about chronic pain or understands that those symptoms arent normal pain. its okay to not realize or know something about your body, thinking it was normal then being told it isnt, its better to learn these things about your body, listen to your body and accommodate it than remaining ignorant and not doing any of that.

everyone's experience of chronic pain is different, not one experience will be the same as another or fit in a box, but they all have the similarity of their pain lasting longer than it should, however that presents.

the pain doesnt have to be excrutiating, there are days where it can just be dull and manageable, times where its just sharp and stabbing meaning you need to take it easy and so on. any manner of pain no matter how manageable or fierce, lasting longer than it should, is counted for chronic pain.

your knee pain flares up and stays in pain (regardless if its gone from fire to a dull ache) for the next few days or longer? chronic pain. your wrist has been in pain for a week and this happens often? chronic pain.

it doesnt matter where on your body, pain is pain and prolonged pain is chronic.

theres ways to make it more manageable, so long as you listen to your body and care for it. ice packs or hot showers/baths and anti-inflammatory meds can bring down swelling and relax the muscles, for example. you might find different things work for you and different pain you have, thats fine! not everything suggested might work for everyone.

not everyone has the ability to see a doctor but its important to try and talk to one if you can. and its okay to change doctors if you have any issues with your current one, especially if they arent listening to you.

its important to know your bodies limits as well, and to try not to push yourself past them unless you absolutely have to. dont let anyone pressure you into doing so. pain becomes more manageable once you understand your limitations.

feel free to add on tips and stuff about your experience with chronic pain! but please note im not a doctor and cannot diagnose you all i can tell you is what your symptoms sound like to me and suggest things for you to look into.

POST IS ABOUT CHRONIC PAIN AND PHYSICAL DISABILITY, DO NOT DERAIL.

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zhongrin · 2 years

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◇ tags ◇ purely self-indulgent, "me" / "i" used instead of "you" (very different than my usual format), not "x reader", selfship (zhongli), long post

◇ a/n ◇ this is a submission for the selfship collab hosted by @suyacho and @albedxs! when i tell you purely self-indulgent, i really mean it. be respectful and dni if you're not into selfshipping!

ps. fellow selfshippers, feel free to take this format and make your own if you want ❤️

pps. this was so much fun to write yall lsdklfjsdlf

❦ 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬 ❦

mutual pining (our friends are facepalming at our obvious adoration to each other and are praying to rex lapis lmao to hitch us up already jokes on them now we can’t shut up about each other)

enthusiastic protective simp gf x calm bf

“i-will-kill-you-if-you-hurt-him” (actually can't, at most will just nibble you) gf x “murder-is-bad-dear” (but can actually kill you) bf

the married couple who will forever act like a newlywed couple

❦ 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬 ❦

★ say you won’t let go | james arthur

I'm so in love with you / And I hope you know Darling, your love is more than worth its weight in gold We've come so far, my dear / Look how we've grown And I wanna stay with you until we're grey and old Just say you won't let go / Just say you won't let go

tenerife sea | ed sheeran

Should this be the last thing I see / I want you to know it's enough for me 'Cause all that you are is all that I'll ever need I'm so in love So in love / So in love / So in love, love, love, love / So in love

shinpakusuu #0822 | cover: soraru

[EN Translation] You know, every minute / My heart shouts "I'm living" 70 times But when I'm with you, it's in just a little hurry / And shouts "I love you" 110 times As long as my heart is still beating, I want to protect you / That's enough of a reason for me to live As we bring our feelings together, over and over again / We will understand each other a little more

baik baik sayang | wali

[EN Translation] I ask only one thing / For you, for your life Be well, my love / I'm here for you I ask only one thing / In your days and nights Be well, my love / Because I'm here for you

★ 月亮代表我的心 | teresa teng

[EN Translation] You ask how deeply I love you / And just how great my love is Consider this / And look above The moon represents my heart

★ (reincarnation!au) a thousand years | christina perri

And all along I believed I would find you Time has brought your heart to me I have loved you for a thousand years / I'll love you for a thousand more

★ (yandere!au) blood sweat & tears | bts

[EN Translation] It doesn't matter if it hurts / Tie me up so I can't escape Hold me tight and shake me up / So that I can't come to my senses Kiss me on the lips / A secret just between the two of us / Deeply poisoned by the jail of you I cannot worship anyone but you and I knew / The grail was poisoned but I drank it anyway

golden hour | JVKE (ty hoshi ily sjdlfjsldf)

For the love of my life / She's got glow on her face / A glorious look in her eyes / My angel of light

❦ 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 ❦

mei → zhongli ⟐ ★ xiànɡ ɡonɡ / hubby, ★ lónglí (mashing character for dragon + last character of his name), li, 'yang, darling, dear, ★ love

zhongli → mei ⟐ ★ lǎo pó / wife, tiánxīn, nik, meimei (a common nickname for a girlfriend but also a play on my name), ★ darling, ★ dear, ★ love

❦ 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ❦

┗━━┫⦀⦙ 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘶 ━━━━

we love taking long walks along the plains / shores of liyue + talking over tea (or sometimes coffee for me)

i buy rex lapis merchandise just to spite him (he is secretly embarrassed but endeared)

i can't cook to save my life so i refrain from stepping in the kitchen unless zhongli is cooking (it's not that i burn down the kitchen or anything but everything i make just tastes…. bad ;;)

i collect lots of accessories and jewelry. they go missing sometimes, and i just know to go to zhongli for it because it's probably his dragon-hoarding instinct flaring up again (he has a special drawer where he keeps his little stash, it's adorable)

zhongli is big spoon 95% of the time, but on the rare 5% where i get to coddle him i will suddenly have no work and urgent responsibilities. no regrets 🤞🏻

when he has a day off but i don’t, i go to work with him in his littol dragon form wrapped around my neck. makes a very warm scarf if i do say so myself.

”is that a dragon-” “it’s a scarf.” “it’s yawning.” “it’s a scarf :)”

zhongli is always, always there whenever i have to take off my glasses for some reason, because he knows i’m blind as a bat without them. the first time this happened, i was waving my hand around trying to make sure i don’t bump to any glass panels and stuff - he completely misunderstood and thought i wanted to hold hands, so he gently linked our fingers together. and we just. stared at each other.

“i-uh-i just-i can’t see very well right now.” “…. ah.” “BUT IT'S NOT LIKE WE CAN’T HOLD HANDS OR ANYTHING!!! i mean. you can be my eyes and guide me… if you want to…” “of course, darling. i don’t want you to hurt yourself.”

tldr; since then, whenever i’m missing my glasses he would automatically guide my hand to grab onto his arm.

whenever we eat, if i forget to bring my hairclips/scrunchies, zhongli lends me his hairclip. this is a secret but i purposefully forget them sometimes because the sight of this man with his hair down? and the way he elegantly eats despite the inconvenience? it’s a sight to behold.

“mei? is something wrong with your food? you haven’t touched it for a while now.” “h-huh. wha? oh. r-right.”

at first, i was constantly hissing and snarling at childe for threatening the very thing zhongli treasures most… but after what has been said and done, we slowly began to get along, and now zhongli has to deal with the headache of a fatui harbinger enabling me and my chaotic tendencies. welp.

“dear, why are there bags of catnips on our doorstep? they seem to have been sent by…. the northland bank?” “oh, don’t you mind that! aaaanyway, mind transforming into your dragon form? i want to test something~”

on the rare occasion when zhongli isn’t home and i’m too sleepy to wait for him, i would take out the humongous rex lapis dragon plushie from the closet to cuddle and surround myself with the smaller version of them so i can fall asleep. but they always mysteriously return back to the closet when morning rolls around, and i find myself cuddling the real rex lapis himself. hmm. how curious 🤔

zhongli always scolds me for being too lazy to make the bed in the morning.

“tapi 'yang…. it’s just going to get messy again at night!” “my love, do you not fold your laundries after they’re dry?” “… that’s different.” “it is not. come now, i will help you.”

on the other hand, i always nag him for buying too many tea leaves. his collection is starting to flood into my coffee cabinet and it is driving me nuts.

he gives me forehead and hand kisses, i give him jaw (if he refuses to lean down) and nose (when i catch him leaning down) kisses. it’s a fair exchange!

he might be the dragon but i’m the one getting more head pats, chin scratches, and back scratches on average (he jokingly asks me from time to time if i’m secretly a dog and i always answer him with an uncanny bark that could pass for a real dog).

doing haircare for zhongli is a normal evening routine for me. i’m clumsy with my hands but he will keep the braid until morning comes (where it inevitably loosens - and he always looks a little sad about it), no matter how messy it looks. in exchange, he helps me with drying my thick mane of a hair because he knows my arms would always get sore if i try to dry them by myself.

zhongli knows about my terrible social anxiety when it comes to strangers, so he takes the lead in almost every social interaction involving those i’m not close with. but when it comes to people i’m comfortable with? he just sits back and watches as i gush and zoom around like an overexcited pomeranian.

man knows his voice turns me into a puddle and will resort to using it to get me to stop procrastinating. it works a little too well.

┗━━┫⦀⦙ 𝘮𝘰𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘯 𝘢𝘶 ━━━━

zhongli will always come for me to help with any technology he’s having trouble with. 98% of the time i will help him but there are just some times when i just. don’t.

“meimei, could you help, childe keeps telling me to install this application called tik tok-” “no.”

since i work from home and my schedule is pretty lax, i do most of the chores and would visit his office from time to time, bringing lunches and snacks and coffee. the security guards and receptionists are my best friends at this point.

candlelit dinners are a must at least once a week. zhongli gets two glasses of wine (since it’s most probably a course meal set) while i order something lame like a virgin mojito - either way, he always always makes sure i don’t have to drink alcohol because 1) he knows i loathe the taste of it, and 2) he doesn’t want the date to end early because i fell asleep onto my food (happened once at the beginning of our relationship, never again)

he has absolutely zero ideas about video games and coding but will always listen to me fangirling about the latest installment of the series or the little side project i’m working on. additionally, i have zero ideas about stonks and business managements but i will always listen whenever he muses and brainstorms about it out loud over his morning/evening tea.

zhongli took a video of me talking to my "duck" (which is a hedgehog) one time while i was working and could not understand why i got so embarrassed and angry.

“but you save videos of me attending conferences and seminars. is it not unfair of you to deny me the sight of my wife hard at work?” “you look immaculate in full decked-suit or semi-formal wear in all those videos! look at me! i look like a cat who’s just returned from outside and got drenched in a downpour!!” “a very adorable kitten nonetheless.” “don't try to sweet talk your way out of this!!” “is it working?” “.............. yes.” “:)” “you've been hanging out with that blue-haired ceo friend of yours too much-”

he indulges in my hyperfixations a little too much.

“you’re interested in experimenting with your makeup? i see. of course you can buy all the eyeshadow palettes you want, tiánxīn.” “you said you were interested in this company’s tea leaves, yes? i ordered a few more boxes for you to try.” “wife, remember how you said you wanted to cook more? i took the liberty to replace our cookware with a new set; i heard they’re better than what we have and they certainly look easy in the eyes, don’t you think?”

he’s the favorite grandson-in-law candidate on the block. all the elderly are smitten by him and treat him like their own grandson. probably tried to introduce their granddaughters to him too. the way he kindly smiles as he shows his wedding ring to decline them will forever make me cry i don’t deserve this man

❦ 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 ❦

𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘵 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴

“xiànɡ ɡonɡ.” “yes?” “come watch the rain with me?” “a wonderful suggestion. give me a moment and i’ll fetch us some osmanthus tea.” “don’t take too long now!”

𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳

“this is easy. mei’s teasing becomes a lot more frequent whenever she feels lonely.” “who, me, lonely? psh, ridiculous.” “and when she’s truly embarrassed, she always tries to distance herself from the situation with cold words.” “>:|”

“lonely lónglí - hehe that sounds so cute - is adorable. like a little puppy, he hovers and sticks around me until i pay attention to him, and sulks if i don’t coddle him. hm? how does he sulk? you see, he gets a little petty in the subtlest ways - if i greet him, instead of greeting back and asking whether i needed something, he’ll just hum and nod. or if-” “ahem. lǎo pó, i think that’s enough.”

𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯

“drop dead gorgeous. way out of my league.”

“timid and reserved. very guarded. i did not think she enjoyed my presence at all.” “are you kidding me? you had me in a chokehold the very moment you started speaking???” “… tiánxīn, please take no offense to this, but you looked like you wanted to murder me in cold blood.”

𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴/𝘰?

“his face and his voice. hmm, his personality? why’s that important?” “….. dear, i think people might not understand that you’re joking.” “ehe~!”

“everything about her is endearing. she is a wonderful companion and partner.” “li, you’re making me look bad.” “her mischievous side is, of course, very amusing to watch too.” “h-hey!!!”

𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 (𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨) 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳

“i would destroy the world for you.” “… but you said i was your world the other day.” “ZHONGLI I WAS TRYING TO BE ROMANTIC-”

“thank you for coming into my life.” “…. no, thank you. for everything.”

❦ 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬 ❦

@abyssmal-skies ◆ psy and al haitham ◆ 𝒎𝒐𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒏!𝒂𝒖

𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 ⟐ lovesique | zwei

[EN Translation] Ever ever after / Actually I'd been expecting this meeting for so long Never ever before / Just a little more... / I wanna be embraced by those arms of yours. Hey, like this / Please gimme your sweet kiss Softly whispering / Please gimme your tight hug I want to look at the eyes I gaze at forever, always Please just be mine, baby / Going round and round, love addiction

this couple lives in the same building as us, and we constantly interact with each other. psy discusses complicated ceo things with zhongli while i exchange household chores tips with al haitham. the men try to not let their wives interact too much because 99% of the time either 1) chaos ensues, or 2) we both brag and shamelessly simp over the two men out loud and it’s just plain embarrassing (to them).

shopping trip double dates are a common reoccurrence. what kind of things do we usually go shopping for? oh, you know. just the usual. groceries, other essentials, clothes, furniture…

@seelestia ◆ lia and ayato ◆ 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏!𝒂𝒖

𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 ⟐ better together | jack johnson

Love is the answer, at least for most of the questions in my heart Like why are we here? And where do we go? / And how come it's so hard? It's not always easy and / Sometimes life can be deceiving I'll tell you one thing, it's always better when we're together

invites us to inazuma regularly after the sakoku decree is lifted and is the only reason why we rented a flat with one extra bedroom in liyue - just in case they want to visit.

”we can always pay for their accommodation when they visit. it’s just not cost-efficient, love-” “N O”

most of the time when we hang out it’s just two girls (+hu tao sometimes) being chaotic while their respective partners stand by the sidelines contentedly, making sure we don’t get in too much trouble.

”oh dear, is that a grey hair, mr. zhongli?” “a what now-” “my apologies, it seems like the sun was playing tricks on me :)” “.... i see. a result of a self projection from your own worry, perhaps? do take care, your job must be very stressful indeed.” “……….. thank you for your concern.” *both sips tea elegantly*

@the-travelling-witch ◆ holly and childe ◆ 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏!𝒂𝒖

𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 ⟐ i’m yours | jason mraz

So I won't hesitate no more, no more It cannot wait, I'm sure There's no need to complicate, our time is short This is our fate, I'm yours

zhongli and i find entertainment (+ concern in zhongli’s case, for the unfortunate souls that catch their eyes) in watching this couple in their natural habitat. i find holly’s witch shenanigans wondrous although sometimes she scares me and will go to her whenever i need her specially brewed potions. also childe is basically zhongli’s wallet so does that mean they’re our sugar daddy and sugar mommy???

“hypothetically speaking, can you magic a tea cabinet so it will be practically endless?” “of course! it would cost... say... two million mora :3” “🥺 e-even for me...? 🥺😢” “..... alright, alright, i suppose i can do it for free~” “yay!” “i can't guarantee any side-effects though. like opening a portal to another dimension and such...” “wait what”

before being in a relationship with zhongli, i was a regular patron of holly’s shop and i kept pestering her for a love potion.

“please ma’am just one bottle ;w;” “i’m telling you right now - you don’t need it, just go and confess already >:|” *cue holly making a frustrated sound as she sends me away for the 50th time that month*

@clovcly ◆ milo and al haitham ◆ 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏!𝒂𝒖

𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 ⟐ everything you do | m2m

That everything you do / Everything that you do Makes me wanna go / Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh Everything you say / Everything that you say Makes me wanna go / Ooh-ooh, ah-ah

“proud grandparents watching over a young couple bumbling about and being so in love“ dynamics.

“i hate him so much.” “milo you literally said you love him like, thirty seconds ago-” meanwhile, zhongli and al haitham, sitting on the side (pretending) to read their books: 👀

please stop fighting and making out in our bathroom thank you.

“do you think he loves me? do you think i annoy him??” “i saw al haitham smile when you cuddled him the day before and i saw him nuzzling your shoulder while you were asleep on his lap last week, literally what the fuck are you talking about-”

@ainescribe ◆ aine and zhongli ◆ 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒍 𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆!𝒂𝒖

𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 ⟐ kiss me, kiss me | sarah geronimo

A kiss me, kiss me in the morning / Kiss me, kiss me in the night Kiss me, kiss me in the day time / Kiss me, kiss me all the time

spiderman meme ensues.

the two zhonglis conversing with each other over tea, talking about the wonder and inner workings of parallel universes and realizing they have a type: devoted simp who is lawfully chaotic. meanwhile, me and aine are chilling and gushing about what we love about our respective zhongli.

aine tells me sad mythological gods' stories and it always ends with me bursting into tears. cue my zhongli swooping in to try and calm me down and aine giving me a wink and a thumbs up - all according to plan.

@silentmoths ◆ moth and zhongli ◆ 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒍 𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆!𝒂𝒖

𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 ⟐ starving | hailee steinfeld, grey, zedd

I didn't know that I was starving till I tasted you Don't need no butterflies when you give me the whole damn zoo By the way, right away, you do things to my body I didn't know that I was starving till I tasted you

spiderman meme 2.0 but in moth’s absolutely adorable artstyle.

“hey moth, i wonder who the me in your world is dating.” “why?” “idk. so we can, uh, go for double dates?” “…. ;)” “;)” *cue us turning teyvat upside down to look for each other in our own worlds*

moth shared that zhongli, being the attentive lover that he is, has continuously proven this fact by always trying to fulfill any cravings she has. we decided to test the theory out by sending him on a 'weird food' errand. so far he has yet to fail, but i think moth's one whole month of 'roast beef sandwich bonanza' broke her zhongli a little bit. roast beef sandwich going to his list of 'least favorite food' i guess

@genshinparty ◆ kat and zhongli ◆ 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒍 𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆!𝒂𝒖

𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 ⟐ magnetic girl | got7

[EN Translation] Come to me, you're so magnetic I'm attracted to every part of you / I'm getting shaken up I'm falling for you more and more / You're so fantastic My dream is to have you / You're the end of my decision

cringy newlywed couple (us) meets adored newlywed couple (them).

all around peaceful. picture a picnic scene on one of liyue’s mountains, me snoozing on my husband and kat weaving flower crowns for all four of us. that’s it that’s the vibe.

@thestarsofenkanomiya ◆ haku and heizou ◆ 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏!𝒂𝒖

𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 ⟐ sorega, ai deshou | mikuni shimokawa

[EN Translation] Because I have you, because I have tomorrow / because I can't live on all alone I feel you so close by me, I guess that's love Because you know how much pain tears can bring I want to find a smile in your transparent eyes / as I search for a definite meaning in them

zhongli is particularly fond of these two, despite the mischief they occasionally get into. i think it’s mostly because he’s able to hold intelligent and brain-stimulating conversations with the two of them (and he finds the cases heizou works on very interesting). i’m just there for moral support and to dreamily stare at his pretty face and bask in his velvety smooth voice, really.

“'zou, this is my little sister mei-” “hey wait i’m-” “-as i said, little sister, meirin.” “:|”

@ajaxstar ◆ hoshi and childe ◆ 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏!𝒂𝒖

𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 ⟐ sparks fly | taylor swift

The way you move is like a full on rainstorm / And I'm a house of cards You're the kind of reckless that should send me running / But I kinda know that I won't get far

both me and zhongli are always very amused at how childe is just a total simp for hoshi. it’s very amusing (and also a little embarrassing) seeing the fatui harbinger shamelessly serenading his beloved in the middle of the street. makes us look at each other and shake our heads because ‘ah, young love.’

“so how long did you sleep last night?” “……….. neigh.” “…” “…” “TARTAGLIA-"

@dawndelion-winery ◆ acco and diluc ◆ 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏!𝒂𝒖

𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 ⟐ something just like this | the chainsmokers, coldplay

I'm not looking for somebody / With some superhuman gifts / Some superhero / Some fairytale bliss Just something I can turn to / Somebody I can kiss

our husbands are very confused because we keep trying to slander each other but also apparently it’s how we bond???

“you’d kiss al haitham, i know you would.” “pffff and you wouldn't???” zhongli and diluc, thinking: “who is this al haitham person???”

they invited us to stay over at dawn winery one time, and we were so lost in watching the beautiful crystalflies fluttering about the vineyards under the vast starry sky and were so lost in the atmosphere, we almost kissed. almost.

"wait acco, i don't think we should-" “NOT IN MY VINEYARDS BITCHES!!!” oops.

since zhongli kept talking about osmanthus wine diluc created a whole production line and added it to angel’s share menu just to shut him up.

@silkjade ◆ jade and al haitham ◆ 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏!𝒂𝒖

𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 ⟐ the middle | zedd, maren morris, grey

So pull me closer / Why don't you pull me close? Why don't you come on over? / I can't just let you go

the thing is they’re not a couple yet, but it’s so obvious that al haitham has a soft spot for jade?? and she most definitely is interested but she’s in denial??? any idiot would be able to sense the mutual attraction in the air like jfc just kiss already.

while zhongli thinks we should just sit back and let them figure things out, i am actively trying to push al haitham to confess. but he keeps bamboozling me with fancy words and complicated lingos. for the usually so straightforward scribe, to be this difficult? he’s so down bad.

@queen-belial ◆ queen and capitano ◆ 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏!𝒂𝒖

𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 ⟐ adventure of a lifetime | coldplay

Now I feel my heart beating / I feel my heart underneath my skin And I feel my heart beating Oh, you make me feel / Like I'm alive again

zhongli is, at first, very much concerned at the fact that i’m befriending the infamous fatui harbinger’s secretary-slash-lover… but he backs off when i point out how he’s basically friends with lil ol’ tartaglia who is a fatui harbinger lol

me and queen regularly keep in touch via letters and childe is our mailman because he secretly wants to be in queen’s good side. hmmm… a puppy crush perhaps? i should ask her the next time we visit zapolyarny palace.

@dustofthedailylife ◆ dust and zhongli ◆ 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒍 𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆!𝒂𝒖

𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 ⟐ make it mutual | olivia ong

This is how you make me feel. / When you're here, I feel your vibe And I hope I don't fall into deep too fast You're not the type, / Who'll rush into things. / And let it slip away. Yeah, I like your type. / Caught up in this ride. / It's kinda silly but I'll say In this nice cool breeze, / Yes I am all at ease. / When I gush. / And this sweet feeling comes to me. Can't deny, can't lie, can't really face the truth. / And I wonder if you're feeling the same way too

we're both shy and find it hard to initiate talking to new people. thank archons our significant other doesn’t mind doing it for us...

the way her zhongli would make sure that whenever we dine, our destination has to have an extensive vegetarian menu so dust can choose what to eat is absolutely endearing!

@foxic ◆ wren and albedo ◆ 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏!𝒂𝒖

𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 ⟐ you and me | lifehouse

And it's you and me / And all of the people And I don't know why / I can't keep my eyes off of you

it's such a heartwarming sight to see these two interacts. albedo might be stoic for the most part but whenever he speaks with wren his voice is softer and more expressive. it just shows how much comfortable he is in her presence. i have overheard him asking zhongli for advice about how to make wren happy one time but you didn't hear that from me.

“hey 'bedo since you're... well, you, your height will probably be the same regardless of time, right?” “i suppose. why the sudden interest?” “i mean, wren likes short men so-” “MEI”

@sonder-paradise ◆ ariel and diluc ◆ 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏!𝒂𝒖

𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 ⟐ way back home | shaun ft. conor maynard

You just say the word and I'll go / No, it doesn't matter how far / 'Cause your love is all that I know Baby you just stay where you are / And you know I won't be too long Hold on / Hold on Remember when I told you / No matter where I go I'll never leave your side / You will never be alone Even when we go through changes / Even when we're old Remember that I told you / I'll find my way back home

double dates in angel's share because then, diluc can tend to the bar and spend time with ariel at the same time (we get counter seat privileges hehe). plus, zhongli sticks out like a sore thumb and attracts more customers (people talk about "the good-looking liyuean man" who's visiting mondstadt currently and tries to spot him), which means more revenue for the tavern! it's a win-win situation! and i know ariel secretly thinks her boyfriend looks really good doing his mixologist thingy heh

around the same time, diluc's wine business starts getting bulk orders from overseas nations, which is quite mysterious seeing as dawn winery itself doesn't try that hard to advertise their products there. i had my suspicions and subtly asked zhongli about it. "just a little a repayment for their hospitality", he says with a chuckle.

@j0succ ◆ nat and diluc ◆ 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏!𝒚𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆!𝒂𝒖

𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 ⟐ save me | bts

[EN Translation] Today the moon shines brighter on the blank spot in my memories / It swallowed me, this lunatic, please save me tonight (Please save me tonight, please save me tonight) Within this childish madness you will save me tonight I knew that your salvation / Is a part of my life and the only helping hand that will embrace my pain The best of me, you're the only thing I have Please raise your voice so that I can laugh again

honestly, it's a miracle that we were able to meet and know each other with the way our husbands are insistent on keeping us from exploring the 'bad' world outside. zhongli probably saw how lonely i get whenever he has to be out of the house and thought he'd give me one reprieve: penpals. and who else could be a better candidate than the ms. ragnvindr who lives far, far away in mondstadt, who is apparently just as lonely and whose husband is frantically trying to look for every way possible to make her happy and yet selfishly unable to give the thing she desires most: freedom?

of course, they regularly check the contents of the letter and make sure any objects that were to be included in the letter wouldn't aid the other in their attempts to escape. little did they know we had the same thought of continuing this whole play to create a chance to escape... that is, if we still feel like escaping when the time comes. why do they have to look so soft and happy whenever they see us writing the letters and making little trinkets to keep each other sane?

@merzkihstuff ◆ kiki and cyno ◆ 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏!𝒂𝒖

𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 ⟐ euphoria | bts

[EN Translation] I hear the ocean from far away / Across the dream, past the woods Following this clarity Take my hands now / You are the cause of my euphoria

ok ok listen i visit kiki a lot bc she has cats and a dog for a bf how fitting amirite haha *is stabbed by an electrified spear* and they are so so so cute??? somehow the felines avoid zhongli though... his slightly offended face is so cute...

me and cyno exchange bad jokes all the time much to kiki's delight and zhongli's exasperation amusement. we love supportive lovers indulging their significant other's weirdness 🤝

"hey cyno, as fellow polearm users who do you think is more out-sand-ing, you or my husband?" "...." "if we're dune here shall we get moving to our next destination?" "...."

@thelost-in-time ◆ lost and xiao ◆ 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏!𝒂𝒖

𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 ⟐ when you say nothing at all | ronan keating

The smile on your face lets me know that you need me / There's a truth in your eyes saying you'll never leave me / The touch of your hand says you'll catch me wherever I fall You say it best, when you say nothing at all

is there a more wholesome couple in teyvat besides these two? the answer is none. because they're just??? so wholesome??? the trust and support they have for each other are immaculate and awe-inspiring. you know the couple who can have a full-blown conversation with their gazes alone? t h e m.

zhongli is just so happy that his adoptive son adeptus is experiencing the joy of love again, so he visits them regularly just to check in and make sure everything is okay like a doting grandpa.

@astrxlis ◆ fox and xiao ◆ 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏!𝒂𝒖

𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 ⟐ bleeding love | leona lewis

But nothing's greater than the rush that comes with your embrace / And in this world of loneliness, I see your face Yet everyone around me thinks that I'm going crazy Maybe, maybe

tall x short couple, times two. me and xiao lamenting over how we have to basically ask for a kiss because our significant other is just??? too fuckin' tall?? seriously what did yall eat?? zhongli literally eats rock how is he so tall

the first time fox pulled a 'bratty' attitude in front of zhongli (“so should i call you great-great-great grandfather?”) xiao looks so horrified it's hilarious. he's trying so hard to apologize and salvage the situation while i'm just wheezing in the background and zhongli is just standing there like 🧍‍♂️

💌 ps. yes this is an invitation to gush about your selfship with me - regardless whether you’re on this list or not 💞 also if you're my moot and i missed you i am so sorry sldfjsldf i probably either forgot (i do that a lot these days *grandma voice* i'm old) or don't know who you selfship with!!

#genshin impact #zhongli #rin selfships #zhongrin #yandere #goodness this is so long #i hope you lot didn't mind the tag #pls let me know if you don't want to be tagged in things like this in the future!! <3 #i think this is my first time writing & posting such a long and 100% pure self-indulgent post publicly.... *sweats nervously*#if you're reading this after all that then 1) congrats you've reached the end give urself a pat on the back and know that im smooching you #and 2) ily <3 <3 <3

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