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olivermush · 3 months
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Alec Hardy x GN! Reader
this is tooth rottingly sweet but it gets kinda spicy so beware.
Warnings: Alec not eating or sleeping, smut, so sweet your teeth will actually fall out, also briefly mentioned that the reader is a doctor, unprotected sex(wrap it before u tap it!!!)
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It's been a hard day at work for Alec, and the only thing on his mind is resting next to you in his bed. As he walks into the apartment, eyes almost closed, he lets himself fall on the couch in the living room and groans while placing his head on your lap. You're surprised by his dramatic and sudden entrance.
“Hello love, long day?” you say, stroking his soft, messy, brown hair. You hear a sigh come from his breath.
"Just one of those days." He replies in a low voice while he leans on your lap. He glances at the ground for a moment and then stares at you.
"And all I wanted to do was come home." He adds with a frown.
“Aw, sweetheart. Have you had dinner? I could make my signature, world-famous, buttered noodles?” His eyes brightened for a second.
"That sounds amazing." He says in a relaxed way. He moves his head onto your lap as he closes his eyes.
"But I'm too tired to stay up right now. Can we just spend the evening in bed?" he asks.
“Of course, but you do need to eat. even if I have to shove it down your throat.” You say with a chuckle as you continue to massage his scalp lovingly. He smiles a bit and rests his head on your lap, enjoying the massage you are giving him.
"Yeah, I guess you are right. I guess some dinner wouldn't be too bad." He replies with a smile.
"But then let's go to bed and relax."
“Alright then, I'll get the pot started, it shouldn't take more than twenty minutes. We have wine if you would like a glass while you wait.”
He opens his eyes and looks at you with a nod.
"Yeah, a glass of wine after such a long day wouldn't hurt." He replies softly.
“I'll go lay down in the bedroom, call me when its ready?”
“All right, love,” you say, giving him a sweet kiss as he gets up. He walks slowly to the room, and as he closes the door behind him, you hear a sigh and some loud groans as he lies on the bed.
You can tell the day has been hard for him, but a hot meal, wine and your loving touch will help him relax. He often comes home in need of a meal and a kiss so you know how this goes.
You finish seasoning the noodles and bring his bowl and his glass of wine to the bedroom. “Bon appetit,” you say sweetly.
As you enter the bedroom, you see that he's already lying in bed. When he hears your voice, he opens his eyes and sits up a little, looking at you. He gives you a small smile while he takes the bowl of food from you. The smell of the food makes his mouth water, and he takes a big bite immediately.
“Don't forget to chew, love,” you say, chuckling as you sip your wine next to him.
He looks at you with a slight blush and chuckles.
"I'm too hungry to chew." He says in a joking way as he continues to eat quickly.
“Well I made some extra so you can take it for lunch tomorrow. Let me guess you didn't eat lunch again today? or breakfast?” you say concerned. He blushes a little as you ask about what he ate throughout the day.
"I don't have time for those things, especially on such a busy day like today. I barely had time to sleep last night." He replies, slightly embarrassed.
“You did sleep though, didn't you? How many hours, Alec…”
"Less than four, which isn't good I know..." He replies with frustration, looking down at the food in his hand. He takes another bite before continuing.
"But you can't expect me to sleep on a day like this, with so much to do and so little time..."
“I understand, you will be getting eight hours tonight if I have anything to do with it. How are any cases going to be solved if their head detective is sleep-deprived and starved? Dating you is a public service honestly.” You say jokingly as you begin to run your fingers through his hair again. You see him blush slightly as he looks at you with a small smile.
"Well, I always solve my cases, no matter what. I never let anything stand in my way. Except for you, of course. You are the only reason why I would be willing to stay home and relax." He adds, continuing to eat the rest of the food while enjoying your touch.
“Well I'm glad something will get you to slow down,” you say as you admire his beautiful hair and his adorable smile.
"Can I ask you something?" He says after finishing his food while he wipes the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand.
“Of course, love” He looks at you directly, and then after a few seconds of silence, he speaks.
"How come you always make me feel so loved?" He looks away for a moment, and then back at you with a subtle blush. A bit taken aback by his question, you answer,
“I’m a very transparent person. Also, I guess it's part of being a doctor, wanting to take care of everyone, especially the people I love.” You can tell that he's genuinely touched by your answer since his eyes are slightly teary and he's still a bit embarrassed.
"Your kindness and generosity are probably the things I love the most about you." He says softly, and then moves his hand and caresses the side of your face. You lean into his touch despite his hands being cold and dry.
“That's sweet of you, love.” I give him a chaste kiss on his hand
The kiss makes him blush slightly more, but he leans a bit closer to your lips, still caressing your face.
"I'm just speaking the truth." He says in a low voice as he moves his hand to your nape and brings your body closer to his, then he kisses you softly. You kiss back happily with your hand still in his hair. You scoot closer to him on the bed as your other hand rests on his chest. The feeling of your hand in his hair is very pleasant, and he keeps slowly pulling your body closer to him while the kiss becomes more passionate.
When your hand moves to his chest, you can feel his heart beating rapidly against your palm.
You move to straddle his lap and your arms snake around his neck and tug slightly on his hair. The pulling on his hair makes his breath shaky and his back slightly arches, showing that he's enjoying the feeling.
As your hand moves to his neck, he opens his eyes looks at you, and then puts his hand onto your hips to pull you even closer to him.
You grind slightly against his hardening member while still kissing him sweetly and running your fingers through his thick hair. The movement makes him let out a soft groan, and his hand moves from your hips to your back as he pulls you even closer to him. His breathing becomes heavier and heavier as he starts to pull you against him, while his other hand slides down your side before it starts to rub your hip. You continue kissing him still while you start to unbutton his shirt slowly while caressing his chest. The feeling sends shivers down his spine. As you caress his chest, he leans his head back slightly and closes his eyes. The feeling of your touch combined with the kiss is heavenly, and at one point he is completely lost in the moment. He slides his hand to your lower back, and it starts to slide up and down. When you finish unbuttoning his shirt you start kissing and nipping around his collarbones while grinding against him slightly.
He lets out a soft sigh as you kiss him, and his other hand starts to rub your side a bit more boldly. He feels a small shock going through his body when you start grinding against him. But he is still completely lost in the moment of passion and he doesn't care about anything else. You scoot back a bit, much to his dismay, and start to unbuckle his belt and trousers feverishly with haste. The feeling of your hand pulling on his trousers makes his breath even heavier and his body starts to twitch slightly. He opens his eyes, and his look is full of desperation and excitement. He knows what's coming, and his heart is beating so rapidly that you can see the pulse beating at his neck. You pull off his trousers gently and free his hard member. You start licking, gently teasing him while your hand runs up his lower abdomen, caressing his happy trail. His body tenses as you tease him mercilessly while he reaches to run his fingers through your hair. Still keeping your actions chaste, Alec is melting under your touch.
“Please, Y/n,” he whimpers. You happily indulge his vague request, taking his tip into your mouth, and wrapping your lips around him sweetly. He moans at your obedience, now grabbing fists of your hair and bucking his hips slightly. Not wishing to tease him too much anymore, you begin to take him all, moaning slightly at the fullness in your throat and his beautiful scent in your nose. Alec is a total mess at this point, his thick, brown hair is sticking to his sweaty forehead and his face and ears are as red as a field of poppies. After a while of oral heaven, you pop off of him, still stroking him slowly as you move up to kiss him. The kiss is hot and sloppy as tongues and lips collide and you're both moaning into each other's mouths. You kiss him while undressing yourself, his shaky hand reaching out to help you. Finally undressed, you move over him as you guide him into your wet heat. You sink down slowly, your hands on his shoulders to stabilize yourself, squeezing him slightly. His hands are on your ass, spreading you wonderfully and guiding you down. “You feel so good, Y/n,” He moans. Fully sheathed, you start to roll your hips sensually as you kiss him again. Then you start moving up and down, moaning loudly as you do so. You can feel him twitching inside you at each pornographic noise that leaves your mouth. His lanky member tickles every spot inside you just right.
“So good, Alec, fuck,” You moan, lovingly. Your hands reach up to comb through his hair again, tugging slightly making Alec moan loudly. His hands smooth over your hips as he starts thrusting roughly, taking control. As he takes control you wrap your arm around his neck again, fingernails scraping down his back. This makes Alec snap, he wraps his arms around your back as he flips you onto your back, planking over you as he kisses and nips at your neck leaving traces of purple and red. One arm wrapped around your back and the other stabilizing himself on the bed, he begins rutting into you harshly, chasing his orgasm like a cat in heat. Your fingers scrape down his back again, definitely leaving red tracks down his spine and up between his shoulder blades. He starts rubbing at your sex, trying to make you cum.
“Oh god, Alec, right there!” you scream as your orgasm rushes over you in waves like a tsunami.
“That’s it, darling, cum for me,” he demands. As soon as you finish he pulls out and cums on your belly. He curses and moans as he finishes, both of you now panting heavily. He kisses you sweetly while caressing your hair.
“I love you, Y/n,” He says as he kisses your forehead.
“I love you too, Alec,” you say smiling. “Don’t think that this means you’re going to get out of sleeping eight hours tonight.”
“I know, my love,” He says sweetly, knowing you're completely serious. “Let’s at least shower first though, get this mess cleaned up,”
“Yep,” you agree, giving him a chaste kiss on the cheek.
The shower was short, he almost fell asleep standing up when you washed his hair for him. After the shower, you both changed into some comfy clothes, slid into bed and cuddled until you both fell asleep. For the first time in probably a whole week, Alec got eight hours of sound sleep with no nightmares.
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supercorpkid · 28 days
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Powergirl Should Die - Final
Supergirl. Powergirl. Kara Danvers x BabyDanvers!Reader, Alex Danvers x BabyDanvers!Reader, Lena Luthor, J'onn J'onnz, Winn Schott.
Word Count: 2750.
Part 1. Part 2.
Powergirl is gone.
"Boss." You nod at J'onn when you fly into the DEO. Alex hears your voice and makes her way towards the both of you. "Tag me in tonight. I've got a good night of rest. I'm ready to patrol the hell out of this town."
"I'm sorry, Powergirl." J'onn, whose voice displays no emotion at all, says. "I'm taking you out of this case. You're too close to the cause."
"What? Of course I'm too close, it's about me!” You speak a little too loud and notice all the other agents pretending they can't hear you. "You can't get me out of the case of someone trying to kill me."
"Are they? Trying to kill you?" You hear Winn's voice on J’onn’s back and you turn your head to look at him. You must be making some face because he looks scared when he sees you. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't butt in."
"Yeah, you shouldn't, computer guy."
"Hey!" Alex defends him and you roll your eyes.
"I just –" Winn continues even after seeing you scowl. "They haven't done anything. You have been getting those messages for a couple of weeks now. You should think someone would have tried something. Did anyone try anything?"
"No."
"Besides," Alex chimes in again. "It's not wise getting yourself in danger for it. Wait around, when we catch them you can do the interrogation yourself."
"Is this for real?" You look at the three agents ganging up on you, looking dead serious about it. You shake your head in disbelief. "This whole place is a joke!"
You go to L Corp for lunch. You show up with a bag of Belly Burgers and a whole speech for Lena. The thing is, Lena truly helped you sleep well the night before. With her you felt safe and yourself. Even with her finding out that you are Powergirl, you could let yourself forget about it, at least while you were in her arms. But still you can't help but feel like you took advantage of her. 
You decide to save this whole conversation until after you both finish eating.
"Hey," Lena slides in a little closer, reaching for your hand on top of the couch. "You were quiet all throughout lunch. You know you can trust me with your secret, right?"
"Oh, yeah. I'm not worried about that." You give her a truthful smile and she slides in even closer, grabbing your hand and holding it between hers. 
"What are you worried about, then? Let me in." Lena requests so softly, there's no way you can deny her. "I know the writing is keeping you awake," She makes sure. "but what else is keeping you closed off?"
"Lena." Her name comes out as a whine, and as result she kisses your temple while squeezing your hand in comfort. "What if the writing is coming from someone I know?"
She furrows her brows, but doesn't press you further. "Then you can do something about it, right? You're Powergirl! You're the strongest person I know!"
"Really?" She agrees with her head. You don't buy it. "What about Supergirl?"
"I mean, don't you and Kara have the same powers? Why would she be stronger?" Lena seems sincere, like she truly doesn't think that Kara is better than you in any way, including being a superhero.
"Yeah, I guess." You don't wanna tell her that you think your own sister is writing those things. Lena is Kara's best friend too. You can't poison that unless you know for sure. And the only way you can know for sure is if you confront your sister. "I guess I do have to do something about it."
You're not exactly thrilled to have this conversation with Kara, but it seems to be overdue. 
"Hey," Lena whispers a bit closer. "I'm here for whatever you need. Always."
"I thought you would be mad that I didn't tell you I was Powergirl." 
"I was. It lasted half a second." Lena says and you smile widely at her. 
"I'm sorry about yesterday. I was so sleep deprived I just made you uncomfortable with the whole nonsense about you getting me naked. I mean, obviously you wouldn't wanna kiss–"
Lena interrupts you, with her lips crashing into yours. You first widen your eyes in surprise, but when her hand makes way to your neck, you're quick to close your eyes and melt into the kiss. 
"I wasn't gonna kiss you yesterday." She whispers, breaking the kiss, and you slowly open your eyes. Your faces are so close you see every single color in Lena's iris. She's so damn beautiful. "You were so tired, it was like taking advantage of a drunk girl." 
"I would've let you, though." You joke and she laughs before kissing you again. "Thank you, darling. You have no idea how much you've helped me last night. It was the first night in months I haven't had a single nightmare." 
"Glad to be at service." Lena kisses your cheek, and you move your hands out of hers to snuggle her into your embrace. "Same time tonight?"
"Can't wait." You punctuate it with kisses on her face, and finally breathe deep. At least a good thing since you can't patrol the city tonight. Although, you don't think there will be any writing done. Not after you confront Kara about it.
It's after work when you fly through Kara's apartment window, unceremoniously.
"Oh hey!" Kara opens her arms excitedly when she sees you and you give her a forced smile. "You were reading my mind, I was about to call you and ask you to come over." 
You make your way inside, but not before your sister pulls you in for a hug and a kiss on the top of your head. 
"Why?" You untangle yourself making way to her couch. She furrows her brows when notices that you don't hug her back, but you're already throwing yourself on the couch, supersuit and all.
"Alex told me J'onn decided to take you off the case." You raise your head at her when she comes closer, a clear scowl. "I'm sorry, mini me. I promise I'll do whatever it takes to make the writing stop, ok?" Kara kneels in front of you, reaches for a loose strand of hair, and puts it behind your ear. "It will be alright."
"Will it?" You glare at her, crossing your arms in front of your chest.
"It will." Kara gives you a trying smile. "In the meantime, maybe you can talk to Lena about having more sleepovers, so you can continue sleeping well. I'm sure she won't mind."
"Why are you so worried about how well I sleep?"
"Because!" You hear her heart picking up the pace, so you wait for the rest, sure you must be closing in on her real reasons. "Sleep is important, and I know you were having a hard time with it. Nightmares ain't fun." You raise an eyebrow at her, she licks her lips. "And you said you were having them for a while. How-how long again?"
"Months."
"Right. Months with no good sleep, having to work and be a superhero. It takes a toll."
"You know what else takes a toll on people?" Kara raises an eyebrow in question. "Lying."
"Um, I guess. Have you? Been lying?" 
"Me?" You can't believe she won't admit it. And she thinks you're the one lying. What the hell. "Oh no, I'm not the liar. You are."
"What?" Kara's mouth opens and closes a few times, like she can't believe she got caught. Like she didn't think you would find out. "What are you even talking about?"
And then, just like that, you snap. Anger starts boiling your blood, and you get up in a swift movement, ready to unleash hell. She stumbles back in surprise. It takes her a few seconds to get up too.
"You made me a superhero. Forced me into this life." You spit out greeted teeth. "Have you ever thought I could want something else? Have you ever thought of me as something other than a mini you?"
"What?" 
"You got me to work for you and Alex! So you could both control my every step! And now what? Now you don't want me to be Powergirl anymore?"
"What?" She repeats, looking so surprised, you don't know how she can fake it so well. When did your sister become such a good actress? "What do you mean? Of course I do!"
"Then why have you been writing on fucking billboards and buildings that Powergirl should die?" Kara's eyes widen so much, you can't help but to roll your own. "Oh Rao, stop playing dumb already! I saw you, ok?"
"You saw me?"
"Red cape, blonde hair flying in the wind. All of it." 
Kara furrows her eyebrows, "Really?" You agree with your head. "Red cape like this one?" She grabs your cape, pulling you to the direction of the mirror. "Blonde hair like that one?" She points at your reflection.
"Oh yeah, that makes sense." You can't stop the irony thick in your voice. "Yeah, sure. I'm the one writing that I should die."
"You are." Kara holds your face between her hands. "You haven't been having nightmares, Y/N. What you think you're dreaming, it's really happening. And the red cape you saw was yours."
"No."
"It's not the first time, either. You used to have them in Krypton too. Used to go around doing things you wouldn't remember and blame them on me."
"You're lying." You push Kara away from you so strongly, you're amazed she doesn't fall. "Just admit you did it! Why won't you?"
"Because I did! Our whole lives I would take the blame for everything you did while you were sleepwalking. With mother and father, Eliza, even with Alex. Gosh, Alex is still mad at me for destroying her chances to go to Europe when you were the one that did it!" 
"No, you did it! You – You exploded Alex's stuff with your heat vision and Eliza thought you were feeling left out, I saw your blonde hair!" You stop yourself, walking backwards until your legs hit the couch again and you fall in it, wordless. 
"You hate being Powergirl so you want her dead." Kara whispers lightly not to startle you. "I can't take the blame for this, because it won't stop it. You're the one that has to stop this now." She clears her throat to make sure you're still listening. "Kid, I can protect you from all the monsters and villains and planet explosions, but I can't protect you from yourself."
Your mind is screaming at you. Short-circuiting being overflowed with memories. She is right. Oh no, Kara is right. It was you all along. 
When Kal was born you were jealous of the attention he was getting, so you stole his baby blanket and hid under Kara's bed.
You lost your spy beacon, so aunt Astra could only communicate with Kara afterwards. But you blamed Kara for having stolen yours and everyone believed you. 
Alex said she wouldn't be back from college that year. Instead, she was going to Europe for the summer. You got mad and sad, you missed your sister so much and was so anxious to see her, yet she wasn't coming home. So you did it. You exploded Alex's side of the room and said Kara did it. 
And Kara took the blame. She took the blame for you again and again. She would have people yelling at her, mad at her, but she wouldn't accuse you. 
Oh my God, you just blamed your sister for wanting you dead when she was only trying to protect you from yourself again.
"Kara," You raise your tear-soaked face at her. "I swear I didn't know. I – I didn't do it on purpose."
"I know, baby." She whispers, one lonely tear rolling down her cheeks. 
"No, I – Kara, I –" You can't talk. Can't breathe. It's all too much. "I'm sorry." You fall on your kneecaps, head hanging low. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'll tell Alex, I'll call Eliza and tell her too, I wish I could tell mother and father, I wish I –"
Kara kneels in front of you, pulls your face to her chest and hugs your head. "You're ok. It's ok." She kisses the crown of your head. "It's what I'm here for. I'm here to protect you. I'm here to prevent you from getting hurt. I would've taken the blame for this too, if I could. But if I did, the writing would never stop."
"You took the blame for everything." You cry harder. "Oh Rao, I've been hating you for weeks. But it was all my fault. And you," You look up to her, though you can't see right with all of the tears blurring your view. "You knew. I was treating you so badly, and you knew exactly why."
Kara shrugs. She doesn't care that you've been blaming her. Why doesn't she care?
"I told you," She answers the question right out of your mind. "I will always protect you. And I won't stop just because you're being mean to me. I'm your big sister and I love you."
You hold her tight, crying non stop, unable to tell her how much you love her too. But she knows. She knows by the way you're sobbing and giving her a bone-crushing hug at the same time. 
"It's time to let Powergirl go, baby." She cleans your tears, and helps you up. "Come on, let's let her go."
"But – But you need my help, you need me to be her." You whine, even though you are making it easier for Kara to detach the cape from your back. 
"No." Kara speaks softly and kisses your temple, soothing. "I don't need Powergirl. I need my sister. I need you, Y/N."
She helps you out of your stupid gloves and boots, while you cry. You don't know why you're crying. You're happy, you’re finally free of this gigantic responsibility that was placed on your back. You’re happy you won’t have to lie anymore. And yet, you cry.
“Come on, it’s over now.” Kara shows up in front of you with one of her baggy hoodie and you’re out of skin tight suit soon after. And so you can finally breathe again.
You watch Kara carefully folding your suit and placing them in a box. She gives it to you so you can decide what to do with it. You don’t take the box from her hands.
“You keep it. In case of an emergency.” 
Kara looks at the box in her hands. “I’ll not ask you to put on this suit again, I promise.”
And you believe her. But you also know that if any of your sisters or Lena are in danger, no one will even have to ask you. 
“You take it to the DEO then. I’m sure they’ll keep it safe.” You hug Kara tight, one last tear falling from your eye. “Thank you for everything. Thank you for keeping me safe and always protecting me. El Mayarah."
"El Mayarah, mini you. Mini sis? Minnie Mouse!" Kara says and scrunches her nose at it.
"Yikes."
"I'll think of something else." Kara guarantees, kissing the top of your head. And you make your way to the door. "Wait," She says before you leave. "You're not wearing pants."
"Oh," You look at the large hoodie reaching mid thighs. "It's fine, I don't think Lena would mind."
"I knew it!" Kara says excitedly, and then she furrows her brows right after. "Can't let you leave the house with no pants, though. Especially now that I know where you're going."
"Fineeee." You pretend to be annoyed, but you're not really. It wasn't a good idea leaving the house without pants. Kara gives you matching sweatpants and kisses your head one more time before you leave.
"I'm happy for you and Lena, little one." Then she smiles brightly, eyes lightning up as well. "I think I got it this time."
"You've got it." 
Powergirl is gone. Not dead. But definitely gone. And that lifts a huge weight from your shoulders and you're completely sure you won't have nightmares and won't sleepwalk again. At least not for that reason.
But hey, who are you to skip a sleepover date with your beautiful girlfriend, right?
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strawbs-screaming · 3 months
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punch out tumblr posts: the holy sequel
we dont talk about the one i accidentally posted, shhh
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looking back at the bald bull and don flamenco fight post is like seeing one of those "before vs after drugs" images
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you have horseshoes in your gloves and use a flail
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pristinekanesays · 1 year
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 🦋 Life Is Strange: Petnames.
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🦋 What do they call their partner, what do they like to be called?
 🐺 GN!Reader, no specific pronouns are mentioned!
🦋 Warnings: nathan prescotts issues, sappy stuff and my never ending beef with nathan prescott
 🦋 A/N: Bored, tired and severely sleep deprived. I'm sticking to actually posting for once? Shocking! The word petname has me giggling like a kid and I've got no idea why.
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 🦋 Chloe Price:
 💓 Chloe would probably call you the basics like babe, baby and hey maybe even babycakes as some classic comedy. She seems like the type to just make the coolest petnames in her head and spit 'em out in a split second. (She'll probably call you dude, regardless of your gender.)
 🤍 She'd deep down enjoy those real sappy, cute and sort of cringe petnames. Like pumpkin and sweetheart, you know? Maybe even puddin' but in a southern accent, apart from that she doesn't really care.
(Chloe's just a big softie, come onnn!)
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🦋Kate Marsh:
💓Kate, katie, literal angel, and she'd probably call you her angel as well! She'd also call you darling, dearest, my love and probably hon/honey.
🤍She'd enjoy and appreciate it if you were affectionate with petnames like the way she is, so probably darling, angel and my love if I were to guess.
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🦋Max Caulfield:
💓I get huge calling her partner broski and dude vibes, no matter your gender which is probably gonna be a little like Warren's headcanons. Calls you by your name and maybe sweetheart or greets you after a while like `Hey there, cowboy!` (again, regardless of your gender.)
🤍Doesn't care what you call her, lovey dovey and insist on calling her the most sickening, romance novel petnames? Okay, it's what you like and she probably doesn't mind.
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🦋Rachel Amber:
💓Petnames are mandatory, MANDATORY!! Am I the only one getting the vibe she'd call her partner baby girl/baby boy or..?
💓Apart from that it's angel, love, sweetie and maybe babe. Probably reminds you that you're handsome or pretty nearly everyday because she's a theatre kid and DRAMATIC, or maybe she just wants to show you sum love.
🤍Call her what she calls you or add some little sappy nicknames in there cause she deserves better and just wants to feel the good old romance in the air.
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🦋Victoria Chase:
💓Okay big old bully:( She's the good old classic mean girl in public but with you? She's like a totally different person, I mean forget all those horrible, awful things she's done..ahem..
💓If you're super popular and everyone knows who you are, she'll call you babe and hon in public. If you're not as popular as her, she might not put the best effort in but she's still got your back!
💓In private it's my love, babe, baby, hon/honey, all types of sappy stuff.
🤍Isn't a big deal to her what you call her just be affectionate dude (don't call her dude, she'll be like wtf)
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🦋Warren Graham:
💓Is for sure calling you dude, bro and broski like yeah you're in a relationship but he didn't ask. Take it or leave it, broski! Refers to you as his partner no matter what, he'll be struggling to call you anything else and that has me laughing a little. (favourite nerd)
💓I feel like he'd jokingly call you dumbass, if you're okay with that probably.
🤍LOVE, AFFECTION, ADORAAATION! Put some effort in, like yeah he barely calls you anything romantic and cute but like leave him alone okay?! He's trying his best!
🤍Call him anything cause he'll eat that shit up daily for every meal, he loves you and just needs SOMETHING!
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🦋Nathan Prescott:
💓It's dickhead again, let me just pull out my book of problems! Comedic purposes..very hilarious but he's got some intense issues and this is gonna be like one of those shit love stories.
💓He's not big and open about your relationship so he doesn't call you anything in public (especially if you're a guy, sorry dude but he's got denial issues up the ass).
💓He might call you babe or somethin' else, he's an asshole struggling with affection and other things.
🤍Call him what you wish just don't try it in public because he'll get all pissed off and act like he's never seen you in his life. Like, how dare you be affectionate and loving?!
🤍He's the problem.
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imprettytired · 9 months
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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 6
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Cw: Self harm, drugs, hallucinations (auditory), injury, sickness, disordered eating.
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Chapter 5:
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Mammon couldn't sleep and didn't try to either.
"Why'd he have to say that?" Mammon thought
"Cause he pities you" the voice whispers back.
But Mammon genuinely wanted to believe that his brother loves him. He wanted to believe that all of his brothers love him.
But he knows that's a lie. It could never happen, at least not anymore.
He got up, trying his hardest to ignore how dizzy he felt, and went to the bathroom.
He looked in the mirror. A Sick, sleep deprived, shell of a Mammon stared back at him. Was he always this terrible looking? He couldn't help but wonder so.
He hates it. He hates himself so much that he couldn't bring it into words.
Grabbing his knife, he wanted nothing more than to distract himself from the world around him. Even if it means covering every inch of his body with cuts.
He looked at the now healed scars on his palm and thought of a better idea as memories of a few weeks ago flashed in his mind.
He carved the word 'worthless' into his forearm. He watched as the blood slowly poured.
It wasn't enough.
He did more
'greedy'
'scummy'
The same words that had haunted him the first time he did this to himself were now something he would wear for everyone else to see.
Finally 'die' was harshly carved into his hand. This one was more painful than the last ones and alot deeper too.
"Do ya' think Lucifer would care or would Diavolo need to tell him to first?" Mammon says with a sad smile.
"Actually please don't answer that."
He instead went to take a shower.
He couldn't decide if he was too hot or too cold so he laid in the shower as warm water hit him until that too became unbearable.
When he finally got out of the bathroom he remembers just how hungry he is and grabs the plate Beelzebub left by his door. It was now cold.
He only got a few bites in before he felt too sick to continue. He decided to take it to the kitchen knowing that if he didn't, he would forget about the plate, and let the food on it get moldy. Only resulting in something else his brothers would make fun of him for.
Just as he began to leave he remembers the cuts. The one on his palm was still bleeding although it was significantly less than it was at first.
He really didn't feel like bandaging them but he really didn't want to get blood everywhere in the house so he simply wrapped bandage around his arm and hand so haphazardly that it began to come undone as soon as he finished.
He didn't care to much though. All he needed was to put the plate in the kitchen and leave. He just hoped he could get away with not cleaning it.
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As he was walking to the kitchen he heard people talking in the dinning room.
It was his brothers.
"Didn't they already had dinner?" Mammon thought.
"and he's lost weight too." Asmodeous said. Mammon couldn't make out the first part.
Are they talking about him? He hasn't noticed any weight loss though it makes sense. He hasn't been hungry and spends most of his day walking.
"Maybe it's because he's sick?" One of them questioned. Some of his brothers voices sound so unfamiliar to him.
"How long has he been sick for?'
"I don't know. I haven't been talking to him." Leviathan said
"Yeah."
There was silence for a few seconds.
"What did he say to Lord Diavolo?" Satan asked.
He still has no clue what he said but he hoped it wasn't too embarrassing
"That's none of our business." It was Lucifer. It had to be. Although he sounded a lot different to Mammon.
"So he didn't tell you did he?" Satan replied and Mammon could almost hear the smirk.
"No he didn't but it's nothing that concerns us."
"Yeah but it seemed to freaked out Lord Diavolo a lot."
"Do you think he started talking like he did earlier?" Said someone sounding a bit creeped out.
"When did he even start doing that?"
Mammon felt like the most worthless creature in the world. He walked in. Not wanting the discussion about him to continue.
"Oh hey Mammon!" Asmodeus said too cheerful for Mammon's liking
"I'm gonna put this in the kitchen." Mammon said as he tried to walk past.
"You didn't eat much" Beelzebub said while staring at the plate
"I'm just not that hungry"
"Are you feeling any better?"
All Mammon could do is shake his head no as he enters the kitchen. His vision starts to blur as he trys to put the plate on the table.
He misses and the glass shatters on the ground.
"FUCK" he yelled loud enough to startle himself.
"Why do you always have to mess everything up? Why can't you just stop it already? Damnit Lucifer's gonna be so pissed."
He moved his injured hand around in an attempt to pick up all the pieces of broken glass and food. Getting blood on the ground only adding to his frustration. He soon dropped all the pieces in a pile
He clenched his hand and hit ground besides the pile as hard as he could.
He felt pain radiate through his hand. It gave him a sick sense of relief.
So he did again and again.
And again.
Until he heard footsteps coming towards him.
"Are you okay?"
Mammon needed to turn to know who it was. It was his younger brother, Satan.
He discreetly stuffs the unraveled part of the bandage in the sleeve of his jacket.
"I'm fine I just dropped my plate."
"What happened to your hand?"
"I guess I fell."
"You guess?"
Mammon pinched the bridge of his nose with his non injured hand and thought up the best lie he could.
"I thought was putting the plate on the counter but I ended up just dropping it on the ground then I slipped and landed on my hand."
He heard a frightened gasp and soon felt his hand in the palms of another and felt fingers tracing one his fingers.
There was so much blood on his hand that Asmo didn't notice the word carved in his hand nor that there was no glass in his hand.
"I think you broke it." Asmodeus' hands were soft, gentle, caring.
Mammon pulled his hand away.
"It's fine."
"No Mammon it really looks broken."
"I'm fine."
The next thing Mammon knew he was over the sink throwing up, but he was confused as to how he even got there.
His eyes darted around the room and then landed on the broken glass, food, and blood still left on the ground.
"I'll pick it up."
"Mammon you just threw up from standing you're not in any position to do that." Satan said.
"I'm fine."
"You're not picking it up."
"Yeah I am."
Mammon was hit with a wave of dizziness and tried to use the counter for support. Which failed miserably at. Falling to his knees with his forehead pressed up against the ground and his good hand covering his mouth.
He laid there for about a minute and then got up, breathing heavily as he tried to get the room to stop spinning.
He looked over at his, mostly, horrified family, and began to laugh as a thought ran through his scattered brain.
"Hey did the rest of y'all ever find your stuff? I know Levi did but how about the rest of ya'?"
If he had given them a reason to talk before.
"I'm gonna go lay down."
He had definitely gave them something to talk about now.
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Mammon finally made it to his room, away from his brothers.
Or so he thought.
"Here's a pillow."
It's was Belphegor. He didn't notice that he wasn't in the kitchen with the rest of his family.
"It's fine Belphie. I have some pillows."
"It will help."
He didn't feel like arguing.
"Thanks"
He left and left Mammon confused.
The same man that not even a month prior could grasp why Mammon was still around.
"I guess it's just pity."
As he laid on the pillow and felt himself being dragged in. It was clear to him that his brother had put some sort of charm on it to help him.
It was the worst sleep of his life. Constantly waking up sweating or feeling as though he was going to throw up. He was terrified.
He went on his phone desperately trying to find out about the pills he has been taking, but he knew nothing about them.
So there he laid. In agony.
"Just a few more hours."
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Mammon only got two interrupted hours of sleep before Beelzebub came by to check on him.
"Hey Mammon are you feeling better?"
Mammon just stared at Beelzebub. He felt like that's all he could do.
"Lucifer wants you to stay home today."
He gave him a thumbs up,
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Although Mammon was in pain, the first chance he could, he left and met his friend.
The friend handed Mammon two pills. Which he took almost immediately not questioning how his friend knew to give him two.
Then the friend handed him a bag of pills. Enough to last the next few days.
"How much will it cost?"
"2000 Grimm."
Mammon paid.
"You know Mammon the prince has been super up everyone's ass lately."
"Why?"
"A bust that happened last week."
"Oh."
"Yeah and now he's getting more serious about shit."
"Oh yeah I saw some flyers about drugs at my school. Apparently people are overdosing"
Mammon's friend sighs.
"I have to get going, see you soon."
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Mammon soon remembered what it felt to be happy again as he wandered home.
He finally had the energy to carefully bandage his arm and hand. Asmodeus was right, his hand was broken. He was in so much pain yesterday that it didn't faze him. He doesn't understand why it has not healed by now, but he didn't care too much.
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Mammon didn't realize what time it was until he heard one of his brothers knock on his door.
"Mammon?"
It was Lucifer. It was hard to focus on him.
"Hmm?"
"Lord Diavolo needs to talk to you in the morning."
Mammon had plans to go literally anywhere besides school.
"What does he want?"
"No clue."
Lucifer left. Mammon was hurt that he didn't ask how he was doing.
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He decided to go and have dinner with the rest of them though he only picks at his food.
"Mammon stop playing with your food." Lucifer snapped at him
"I'm just not hungry."
He hasn't been hungry in awhile
"Mammon are you sure you're feeling better? You look worse."
"I feel great."
He doesn't know who asked him that question so he simply stared in the direction the voice was coming from.
There was silence as everyone stared at him but he didn't understand why.
"I'll just go." Mammon mumbled as he got up from the table and left.
He went into his room and looked in the mirror. He's looked the best he has been in a long time. So he knows it's not that.
Mammon laid in bed. Knowing that he wouldn't sleep but that doesn't matter. He's okay again.
And that's all that matters.
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justgavilmao · 1 year
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helloo can u please make one where the reader and gavi (as couples) bake cookies or smth late at night??
tyy x
Bro I accidentally deleted my writing so many times cuz I kept forgetting that auto-save does not exist on tumblr-😭
Anyway, I am so so sorry for the delay, I was hanging out with my friends the entire time :(
Moving on... Here ya go, and I hope you like it :D
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"PSSSSSST!"
As if electrocuted awake, my boyfriend shot up, outta bed, sitting up straight, the fear and astonishment visible in his coffee brown eyes, as he stared at my half-dead, sleep deprived face, the flashlight below my chin highlighting my flaws, presenting them in a creepier light. Literally.
"Jesus Christ, Y/N..." He then lets out a sigh of relief, realizing that it was just me, and not the zombie bride he probably assumed I was. "I'm hungry." I say in a low, sinister voice. "Oh?" His perplexed, groggy expression now changed to that of a horny, cocky one, as he sat up straighter. "For food." I add flatly, before he could get any more unholy ideas.
"Just go eat something then." He rolls his eyes, laying back down on his bed, his drowsiness suddenly returning. "There's nothing to eat." I continue staring at him. "Ever heard of take-out?" He snaps. "Ever heard of Christmas rush?" I retort, making him run his hands through his hair, as he began pondering upon something.
It's true, there wasn't much we could do anymore now. Though it was only 11:57pm, December 23rd, only a few more minutes, and the entire city's gonna start bustling more than usual. And the growling of my stomach clearly proved that I wouldn't survive the night if I don't eat something soon.
"Very well then..." Pablo sighs, getting up and outta the bed, walking towards the door. "Aww, I love you." I smile at my departing boyfriend, knowing that he was probably going to whip something up for me real quick, because this wasn't the first time I'd woke him up in the middle of the night, on the verge of dying due to my hunger.
However, he usually made something really simple for me. Like instant ramen, or a PB&J sometimes. But I was certain that I wouldn't be receiving any of that anytime soon, cuz we were all out of things to eat! I should know, for I've been haunting the kitchen for a little over an hour now, in pursuit of some edible food.
But all I could find was frozen meat, and dumb protein supplements, which Pablo himself doesn't take that frequently, for according to him, they taste like chalk. He can be pretty picky at times. "Oh no, you're coming with." He rolls his eyes, getting me outta bed, and dragging me outta the room, and down the stairs.
"Why? I already told you. It's pointless!" I protest. "There's nothing to eat!" I remind. "Oh please." He scoffs. "Everyone knows how blind you are when it comes to food you don't wanna eat." He rolls his eyes. "What makes you say that?!" I ask defensively. "Oh, I don't know..." He mumbles, pretending to think about it.
"Probably the fact that you keep opening and shutting the fridge every time you see something you don't like, hoping that something else magically appears in there if you open it constantly." He scoffs, somewhat annoyed, somewhat amused. I just roll my eyes at him when we reach the kitchen, and sit on the counter instead.
"See? Told ya there's nothing." I cross my arms fifteen minutes later, not moving from my position. Pablo just sighs, walking up to me, tired of rummaging through each and ever shelf of his, along with the refrigerator too, but finding absolutely nothing. "Well, we could just bake something." He then says in a suggestive tone.
"Bake something?" I repeat, never really giving it a thought before. "Yeah. Bake something." He confirms, walking up to me now. "Think about it, mi vida." He then starts. "We've already got all the ingredients. It's rush hour now anyway, so it's not like we can order something." He began listing.
"AND because it's Christmas time." He adds, grinning widely. "Won't that be time-consuming though?" I point out. "Not at all." He shrugs. "20 minutes tops." He then adds, making me actually think about it. "Bake what though?" I then ask. "I was thinking cookies, but we don't have any icing for Christmas theme." He mumbles.
"But I do have a few cookie cutters, so I was thinking we could just go with the classic." He answers. "Gingerbread?" I guess. "Chocolate chip!" He corrects. "Hmm..." I think about it for about a minute, before finally giving in. "Sure. I'm in." I get down from the counter. "Perfect, I'll gather all the ingredients then." He smiles.
"I wanna be the taste-tester though-" I then say, too lazy to help him bake. "You can taste what you bake." He rolls his eyes at me, tossing over an apron to me, which I wore. He put on a matching one too, and a fake chef-hat that he stole from his cousin on Halloween when he was 8- His cousin won't stop whining about it till date!
"Alright, butter." He extends his hand, not looking away from the recipe, almost done with the dough. "Butter." I sigh, handing it over to him, already tired within the first 5 minutes of baking. "Eggs." He says, and I hand him some. "Eggs." I roll my eyes, walking back to my table, having some more chocolate chips, that had almost melted by now.
"Chocolate." He then calls. Shit- I quickly lick my fingers, not wanting him to find out, and grab the bowl, rushing over to him. "Chocolate!" He repeats impatiently, turning back to see what was taking so long, but the bowl had already been transferred in his hands. "Chocolate." I smile innocently.
"Y/N..." He whines, realizing what happened, adding the chocolate to the bowl and walking to me. "What?" I ask, playing dumb. "You're baking. Not eating." He sighs, grabbing a few paper towels, and cleaning my face a little. "How the hell did you manage to get some on your nose?" He then chuckles, wiping the tip of my nose.
"Besides, you should never touch food with your bare hands." He then lectures, scooping up the cookie dough and spreading it evenly on the sheet, using the cookie cutter to cut them into Christmas themed shapes, like stars, trees, snowmen, angels... "You never know where they've been." He then turns back, somehow knowing that I was licking my fingers.
I quickly put my hands behind my back, pretending as if nothing ever happened, but he just chuckles softly, walking up to me and cleaning my hands with the paper towel too. "You're so clumsy." He laughs to himself, walking back to the cookies, and placing the tray in the pre-heated oven, starting the baking procedure.
Since I couldn't take his dorkiness any longer, I just roll my eyes, and walk over to the bag of flour, scooping some in my hand before smacking him in the face with it. I burst out laughing when I saw him cough in the cloud of flower that had just formed around his head, his expression priceless. "Oh, it is ON!" He exclaims.
He walks to the bag of flour, and sprinkles some on my face too!
Nearly ten minutes had passed, and we were both coughing on the opposite sides of the kitchen, covered in flour from head to toe, the entire place a mess. "I come in peace..." Pablo then cautiously approaches me, his hands stuck up in the air as if he were surrendering to me right now.
Since we were both outta flour, I walk up to him, and we both burst out laughing, just looking at how ridiculous the other person looked. Before we could say or do anything else, the aroma of delicious cookies filled the room, and I could feel the water fill my mouth yet again, just at the thought of them.
Pablo chuckles softly at my excitement, and rushed to the oven, wearing his gloves and getting out the warm, fresh Christmas cookies that we both just baked tonight. "Careful, they're still warm." He warns me, placing them at the center of the table, looking around the kitchen, and realizing what a mess it was.
"Welp... I did tell you it'd be fun to bake."
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bearbearbon · 11 months
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I get hit by Truck-kun, Now I'm screwed!: I don't like it here. It's cold, and wet, and in Historical Europe, and there's Yanderes everywhere.
You are, well technically, were a typical 21st century girl that fell into the rabbit hole of otome isekai manhwa while bored on a rainy Sunday afternoon—And you got hooked. You have read through anything you could get your sleep-deprived hands on, yes even the downright illiterate incoherent translations on some website that shall not be named because you were desperate to see what happens next. You were walking down the street just reading the latest chapter of your latest interest, really, just walking down some normal sidewalk to your nearest grocery store for an errand for your mother.
Then you heard someone scream, you turned to see that a truck speeding down the highway out of control—And problem is, it was headed straight towards you.
You should’ve moved or something. But you just stood there like a deer in headlights.
“Hey kid, get out of the way—!” Then it went dark.
.. … ….
“!”
You woke up. With a splitting headache but woke up and alive regardless. “I did just get hit by a truck..” you murmured, looking around your surroundings. Well this is odd. you thought to yourself getting up. ‘The hospital room is looking raaaather grand today...’ you realized, looking at the room you found yourself in. The large ceiling tall windows let in the sunlight, with velvet curtains as the stray rays reflected off the intricate furniture. All of it was screaming luxury, and expensive and then you started to fear for you and your wallet.
“Dang, I suuure hope the hospital bill won’t cost me returning my arms and legs.” you joked, laughing to yourself. Like an insane person. “Yeah, maybe the truck did help let some screws loose.” you admit to no one in particular as you wiggle your fingers and toes. Yep, perfect condition. Maybe you were better off crippled or dead—
You look around the room to find a mirror to inspect yourself in—to check if you really had to work till old age to pay back your debt. Ignoring the fact your head felt like it was gonna explode, you force yourself out of the soft covers on the cold floor. Strange… you felt a lot shorter than you remember. “Maybe the doctors really had to work on me.” you rationalized, dreading how much that’d cost you.
You carefully walk around the extravagant room, tip toe-ing lest you break any of the expensive looking decor, which could send you literal years into debt…. You better watch out for that aquamarine vase then. “Oof..!” you made a head dive barely catching it before it could shatter to a million sad little pieces on the ground. Along with your life savings. “Whew…”
You carefully put it back, making sure it won’t tumble and fall before sighing in relief—That is until you saw a big mirror mounted on the wall, perfectly mounted to flatter the room and make it look more spacious than it already is. The frame was intricate, warm golden and had designs that reminded you of rococo when you went down a rabbit hole of historical desig—you’re getting off topic...!
That being said, The problem wasn’t the mirror itself, no! Course not. The problem is what you saw in the mirror… You. “Is.. that me..?” you mumbled to yourself, startled and absolutely shell-shocked, oh I mean shell-shocked! When the girl mimicked your movements.
Oh.
Oh no.
You immediately paced around the room, pinching yourself, slapping yourself, looking around the room to see if things would get distorted if you looked hard enough. “Oh, no, no,no,nonononono—”
You were screwed, doomed even. To damnation.
Now you’ve read your fair share of manhwa, you even consider yourself an expert in the field. But you see… That's also the reason for your demise. You’ve read so many so many of them all the plots started to fuse together into one big amalgamation that you still eat up every time. You forget plot points, male love interests, you even forget the main characters’ own names! Defaulting to nicknames like ,the mc, black haired one, the prince etc. Ah.. to reap the consequences of your own hubris—You slap yourself back into focus mode.
So you currently have two cards against you:
A ) You were chucked into this world with no warning whatsoever at the hands of truck-kun B ) You don’t even know which story you are in, which plot, and what even happens to you because your brain cells just ate everything they could find their hands on.
“Well, technically I have another weakness… since I barely have ¼ of the average isekai mc’s IQ” Wow. way to go you are such an optimist.
Unfortunately for you, your little existential crisis was interrupted by a loud knock on the door. “My lady?” a voice calls out, noticeably female. And old. Probably a maid.
Shoot.
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albedosarmpit · 1 year
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VENTI NSFW ALPHABET
Might do more nsfw alphabets or something, gonna try to keep this gender neutral if I mention him sucking cock just imagine I mean eating you out or something, also this was written between like two days while I was sleep deprived so I’m sorry if I mess things up (contradict shit and yeah)
Alsoalsoalso my dms are always open if people wannna rant about characters or someshit like that just please be 18+ or something like that- 17 year olds are on thin fucking ice
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Depending on what you guys had done it varies what the aftercare is like but overall it’s Venti drunk on pleasure (also probably alcohol) and he just touches your body as you both lay there exhausted probably covered in each other’s cum and sweat saying sweet nothings over and over to you saying how much fun it was and how good you looked under him and he would make fun of you by saying you look pathetic covered in his cum as he hugs you and pulls you closer
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
On his own Body Venti loves his hands, he loves wrapping them around your own body as well as tracing his own little paths on your body, he’s very skilled with his hands and this is very obvious to you when he’s teasing you chest and fingering your hole, he knows exactly what to do to the point that if he wanted to he could do it with his eyes closed and still make you feel amazing
On your body he loves your torso, he loves putting his hands on your body and watching it rise as you slowly breathe in and out as he gently fingers you, your torso also counts as a place to rest his head so it’s a double win
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Ventis cum tastes divine, it’s abnormally tasty, another weird fact about ventis cum is that when he cums he always cums a ton and whenever you ask about it he mumbles something about how he’s a god that much just comes out, also whenever he is turned on he also leaks precum, it’s super obvious whenever you tease him too much you can see a small stain on his crotch, both of you love the taste and he loves kissing you and sharing his own cum with the two of you
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
He loves your scent, this is obvious to you but a secret you don’t know is that since he controls wind he always makes sure to blow your scent to him making sure your scent is stuck to him and won’t forget it, he’s scared of how you would make fun of him and that’s why he keeps it from you
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
He’s over 2000 years old he has fucked a lot of people but he never talks about his past lovers to you unless he’s super drunk and even then it’s only in passing, he would sing about romance and lovers doing things and in a drunken mumble he says that it’s actually about him and the crowd would simply laugh although you have evidence that he isn’t bluffing when he sings about how good he is with his hands
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Venti loves seeing you lay on your back, looking up at his as he leans forward and fucks you, his sweat dripping onto your body as he looks down at your face, his hands on your sides, his thumbs moving up and down as he whispers saying how good you look under him and how pretty you are as he slams into you saying you take him so well even though he is a god and so far above you
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Venti is very goofy in the way that he will not take super sex super seriously but does know when to he and when not to tell jokes (as all good bards do) so he does stop telling jokes sometimes
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Venti doesn’t treat his pubic hair, yes he obviously washes it but he never trims or shaves unless you want it gone and even then most of the time he comes up with excuses as to why he can’t mostly because he can’t be bothered. Both Ventis armpit hair and pubic hair are the same as the hair on his head, he even has some of the ends dyed and grows slightly, his hair is thick all throughout and the patch above his cock grows in a triangle shape and with how long some of the hair grows if you look while he’s in his Barbetos outfit you can see some of the hair poking out and you always make fun of him for it.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
He’s very romantic, almost so much that you almost burst out laughing at just how cliche he gets with his pick up lines and compliments, he’s also very sensual and sweet most of the time when he’s not too drunk in pleasure and frotting against you mumbling random nonsense into your ear
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
He can’t help it. Venti loves seeing you so much he might just jerk off next to you while your sleeping, he doesn’t care but he jerks off at least 3 days a week and most, if not all of them, are using you as the material, weither it be thoughts of you, seeing you, your scent, anything.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Praise kink: he loves praising you, telling you how good you feel and how amazing you are, he can’t help but compliment you no matter what it’s about.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Diluc has a special bedroom upstairs for him and so Venti loves taking you up there and having sex there, Diluc has kicked both of you out of their for being too loud but Venti doesn’t mind finishing it outside, although it is hard holding him up and carrying him somewhere when you two are done, it doesn’t help how loud he is in general.
(I’m so bad at names of places in genshin but) Venti loves fucking you while laying in the grass of the giant fucking tree in monstadt, he loves how free he feels there, although the clear view from outsiders Venti uses his ameno powers to cover the two of you, although that depends on how the two of you feel that day.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Your reactions to him, the way you react to him fucking you or just teasing you, Venti loves seeing how you react to his touch and his words, telling you how you feel around him, how you react when he fills you up and hugs you, the way you tense when he wraps his arms around you
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
As much as Venti loves hearing you moan and cry out he couldn’t bare actually making you bleed, scratches are fine but only when you do it to his back. Venti knows he’s a god and knows scratching you won’t pierce the skin but that fear is very real to him and something he worries about a lot, although he won’t say it to you directly and it’s something you have to force a conversation about and walk through slowly.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Giving Oral: Venti much prefers to give you oral, he’s much better at it than anyone, he knows exactly how to use his tongue, it doesn’t matter what genitalia you have he knows exactly how to please it and make you finish in his mouth in mere seconds, his years of experience truely don’t go to waste. He loves looking up at you and hike doing it all, seeing the way you breathe and how vulnerable you become just from his tongue. If you’re really desperate he would let you pull on his ponytails
Receiving Oral: Venti is very sensitive and no matter your experience he’s very vocal and needy, his hands instantly go to the back of you head, for support, he may lightly rub your cheek as he forces you further down into his cock, pretty much burying you into his pubic hair as you choke on his cock
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Venti is often slow and sensual at the start at least, he prefers fucking into you quick and hard and then slowly pulling out and going again, making you beg as he slowly pulls out, if he was tired he would 100% be all over the place, his thrusts being erratic, might be quick and rough one minute and then instantly slower
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Venti loves quickies even though he gets so sleep afterwards, it would be so obvious that it happened since he would seem extremely exhausted and sweaty in afterwards, however he would never pass down the opportunity for quickies even the location wouldn’t matter for him as long as you initiate it
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Venti has lived for over 2000 years, he doesn’t have anything left to loose (in terms of self respect) meaning if you want to risk something he is down for whatever the fuck it is, you want to fuck ONTOP of the statue in front of the cathedral? He will fly you there and fuck you again and again if that’s what you wish.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Venti can go tons of rounds!! He has the stamina fit for a god- kinda… We talked about how much Cum Venti has and well he can’t last very long before shooting his load, although he he can go at LEAST 4 times before starting to get tired but depending on what you’re doing to him that may only be about 10 minutes in total
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Venti doesn’t really have conventional toys, through many years he’s figured out just how to use his Ameno energy as stand-ins for toys, he could make a dildo, fleshlight, everything like that with Ameno power alone. Although he does love the idea of using actual toys on you and vice-versa. He loves the idea of sharing a double ended dildo with you.
He had begged you to use a vibrating butt-plug on him before and turn it on during his public shows yet one time you turned it on and you could tell he instantly came, he was completely drunk yet he ran past Diluc to behind the bar just to try and calm down
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Venti loves teasing you, using just the tips of his fingers on your genitalia lightly teasing and stroking instantly breaking you as he said just how much he loved seeing you like that. Venti is too much of a tease it’s crazy, although he never makes you edge whatsoever, he’s too impatient for that
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Loud loud loud
He’s loud and annoying and everyone can hear his sounds and yells, he’s somehow even louder than when he’s drunk, and when he’s drunk and having sex he’s even more loud, his pants, moans and every little thing he says echos around, he doesn’t try to be quiet though, he never shuts up unless it means you would be in danger
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
Venti 100% has done a “private show” where he goes to the back to whichever pub he’s at and allows whoever is there to fuck him over and over again, that pleasure is something he loves and never gets enough of. Although he hasn’t done that after he met you, you’re much more worthy of his time than any number of people attending private shows
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
Despite him being a god he’s not the biggest out of all the others, his cock is only about 6 and a half inches when flaccid and goes up to 7 and a half when fully erect, his cock is pretty thick as well, he loves how big his cock is just because of how surprised people get when they see it (when he’s in desperate need of money he bets people to guess his size and they always guess something smaller)
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
He is almost always horny (he’s a bard so it makes sense) no matter what he’s doing he can always show how horny he is, even though he’s a sly bard he’s not very hard to read when he’s in the mood
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Almost instantly, he gets so tired after cumming and it’s only a matter of time before he closes his eyes and rests ontop of you, even if his cock is still inside of you that won’t stop him from yawning and sleeping on you
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You don't understand how much your sagau save me. Like, I've been in burn out for so long that I forget when was the last time I was giggling so hard and need to stay silent to not wake anyone in my family. I'm literally punching the walls right now. I know that started reading AU at 11pm sounds like a bad idea, but do I care?? Of course not. Your writing is a miracle and I will eat this whole feast and sleep like a toddler the moment I finished reading all your works.
On the other hand, I'm feeling rather sad because I found your account just now, like, how the hell I've been missing out so much?? And have I talked about the effort you put into your works?? I can't stop reading it again and again because of how interesting it is, and everytime the chapter reach the end, it always managed to make me hooked and make me eager to read the next chapter. I like how you write the characters, the narration, and how it's not even once make me feel bored (which is rare), your choice of words, literally how you managed to keep the story going without putting to much words or unnecessary actions that can make reader lose its spark when they read.
Im literally writing this while having headache and started to hear some damn hallucinations by how sleep deprived am I but your writing, oh my god, I know I sound exaggerating but if Shakespeare managed to reincarnated into this world, you would put him in so much shame that he will crawl back to his grave.
Btw I forget what I'm supposed to write. Oh yeah your sagau is so delicious and I can't wait to finished them ASAP. Please take care of your health, your writing is so good that it's make me hungry for more (please don't feel pressured about this, I swear I'm normal about your works and will wait no matter how long you finished it), and have a nice day and may your dream is filled with warmth every night.
I finally get to answer this one! I originally read the first half in class while I was on break and BRO I WAS ABOUT TO CRY
Like everything you're saying that you love about my writing was bombarding me. It's such a nice feeling thank you so much! That comparison to Shakespeare was wild, pretty sure writing was his day job while I took like 2 English classes in my whole college course.
I really hope you slept Anon, headaches and hallucinations are crazy. Again thank you!!! I hope you liked the new chapter <3
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fryingpan1234567 · 1 year
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MALCONNOR HEADCANONS I FELL DOWN A RABBITHOLE WHEEE
As much as Connor loves it when Malcolm is serious and distinguished, he loves it more when he lets his walls down and acts like a teenager. When he laughs really hard at a joke Leo’s just told, without hiding his smile with a hand or his shirt collar. When his cheeks are all puffed out like a chipmunk because he’s just shoved half a peanut butter sandwich in his mouth. When Annabeth bestows upon him a pink feathery boa and he’s dancing around the Athena cabin with his siblings, singing along to the Disney Hercules soundtrack, spinning the littles around. Every time Connor sees a moment like that, he falls more in love
Speaking of singing!! They’re both actually decent lol but Malcolm is better— it’s not uncommon to wander past these idiots at any given point in the day and hear them singing some cheesy Disney duet shit like they’re already married
It’s been said before but the Hermes cabin is narrowly beating the Athena cabin for Best Zombie Apocalypse Survival Plan and Connor DOES NOT LET MALCOLM FORGET IT
Connor is more openly flirty, but it’s so easy to get him to blush Malcolm barely has to try
Literally all it takes is one wink from across the room or pressing a kiss to the underside of Connor’s jaw in passing (height difference my beloved) and Connor can’t function for like an hour
The shovel talk both of these two would get Jesus Christ
Malcolm’s favorite pillow is Connor’s chest
Also Connor is the only person who can get Malcolm to step away from his work for much-needed care
Because that dumbass will not sleep and eat for days at a time
Yeah they use pet names but they also call each other Con and Mal (DC and Descendants crossover? No way?)
They’re both fuckin Disney nerds smh (SAME HONESTLY)
Malcolm likes theater and musicals and Connor’s more into Marvel and Star Wars and things like that
Constant teasing, but no harmful pranks or anything like that lol
Malcolm is a morning person. Connor is not.
Most mornings, Con wakes up to Mal laying on top of him just like when they fell asleep, soft music coming from Malcolm’s phone on the nightstand while he reads some book waiting for Connor to wake up
Con is more of a no shirt + sweats kind of pajama person and Mal is more oversized shirt (probably Connor’s) and shorts/ nothing underneath
BOTH OF WHICH, I MIGHT ADD, ARE VERY ATTRACTIVE TO THE OTHER AND IT CAUSES SOME FOCUS PROBLEMS THAT MEAN GETTING READY IN THE MORNINGS TAKES FIVE TIMES LONGER THAN IT NEEDS TO
Malcolm doesn’t drink, but he does get all delirious and shit when he’s super sleep deprived
Connor definitely drinks, but he just gets (somehow) more affectionate than normal
PDA to the max
Sparring!! All the sparring tropes!! It fits them!!
(Pinned to the wall/ ground? Both of them breathing heavily, faces inches apart? Going ‘fuck it’ and making out? USING THAT DISTRACTION TO GET THE UPPER HAND? Please)
The older sibling shadow gets talked about too much but. It’s true
They’re both night owls but Connor lasts longer because Malcolm gets up earlier
Con’s got the longest most complicated coffee order ever and then Mal will just be like “iced black coffee” and Connor’s just. Astounded. Every time
”HOW DO YOU DRINK THAT SHIT?” “It’s good, you’re just not used to it.” “THAT IS SO NASTY.” “Sweetheart, that drink you have could kill you if you get it enough times.” “BABE. NO. THAT WOULD KILL ME AFTER LIKE ONE SIP.”
Coffee dramatics aside, their food taste is actually pretty similar
They like the same snacks and candy and everything, at least
When they’re doin the competitive thing they call each other by their last names
They both would trade each other for a corn chip to win Uno (“DRAW SIX BABY BOY” “I’M BREAKING UP WITH YOU”)
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real-jane · 2 years
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home fires
[bucky barnes x reader]
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summary: two people starved for touch from the one person they’re allowed to have. she’s home now—what's next?
words: 4k+
a/n: I did NOT set out to make the follow up to your own spicy but HERE WE ARE. enjoy!! took inspiration from 'house shaped heart' by nikita gill (at the end).
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It's when you're snoring on his shoulder that Bucky realizes his worst fear has not come true:
Yes, he has something to lose, but you're no longer the thing he longs for, out of reach. You are here.
If you were conscious, you'd see how he flinches at the thought, squeezing you tight enough to make you wheeze. But then--you'd spring from your comfortable posture and kiss him again, and he'd remember why he drove three hours one way to retrieve you. Not like he regrets it. He can't even bring himself to rouse you after pulling up in front of the house and turning off the engine. He might sleep in the truck, sitting up all night to make sure you're comfortable.
When you do finally stir, and stare blearily up at him in confusion for a second before smiling lovingly, he is reminded that you want him. Bringing you home was the better part of getting you back. There's no way he'll lose you again.
"Hi."
"We're here," he says.
You stretch your arms over your head, and cringe when the chilly air touches your belly. "Mm. That was fast."
"Time flies when you sleep through the whole drive," he chuckles.
He slides out of the truck, tugging you with him. He's tempted not to let you walk, but you shiver in his arms. Bucky presses you against the door the moment it's shut, in case you've gotten wise to his desperation to have you back again, and your feet remember how to walk away. You tuck yourself between the placate of his coat, the one which has never seen a dewy morning, and peer up at him all sleepy and gorgeous... he shakes his head.
"Let's get you out to the barn to make your apologies to Alpine," Bucky murmurs. And to meet her. The horse he bought with you in mind. You'll be so mad, but he found her 'special, straight off the community board in the Sinclair gas station, hanging right over the motor oil, and Alpine likes her, and-
You cup his cheek. "Not tonight, Buck."
"Name a better time."
"Tomorrow."
Bucky scoffs. "Wha-you're kidding me? That horse won't eat a single carrot outta my hand, and you wanna deprive him until tomorrow?"
You giggle. "Tonight... it's half over, baby. You tellin' me you want only three measly hours to show me what I've been missing for two weeks?" You smile bigger as his scowl deepens. Bucky feels his cheeks flush. "I think the big galoot will forgive me. Not so sure about you."
He narrows his eyes. "Fine. Don't blame me when he won't even greet ya tomorrow."
"You missed me.”
The accusation lands like the gentle tease it's meant as, but his chest aches. He nods once. "Feels right, you bein' here. You fit."
"Is that so?"
"Since that first night, I think," he says, allowing his mouth to turn up at one corner in fond remembrance of how well you adapted, even though you weren't in the best mood on the night you arrived all those weeks ago. "All pissy with Steve for not letting you pack anything yourself, grumbling about how cold it was, and still-you plonked right down on the porch in my granny's rocking chair like it was yours."
Your face lights up. You duck under his arm (as he raised his hand to rake his hair back in mock frustration), and yank him towards the porch. "Your bag, doll?"
"Forget it." You bypass the pair of rocking chairs in which you had sat next to Bucky with a glass of bourbon enough times to call it ritual, and pull him to the swing. He sits at your insistence, and holds fast to your hand when you try to dart away again. You clock his frown and brush his chin. "Still got a bottle behind the desk?"
He raises an eyebrow. "Yeah."
"This a special enough occasion to break it open?"
"Yes, but uh..." he scratches his chin. "Been drinkin' too much since you left. Rather not, tonight." Bucky tugs you to stand between his knees. "I wanna feel everything."
Your eyes crinkle at the corners. "That first night. I didn't want to come," you admit softly. "But one glass of your bourbon, sitting in that rocking chair, and I thought... 'maybe it won't be so bad, if he's offering me the good stuff.'"
He swallows hard, nodding. "I was scared shitless, darlin'."
"Of what?"
"You. You shook my hand like you didn't know who I was."
"Buck--compared to who was after me, you were a godsend. And I was too fucking cold to think, anyway."
"I know. Drove me bananas, seein' you shivering, and you had the gall to ask me for a blanket so you could 'conk out on the couch,' as if I'm some caveman who would'a let ya!"
"Caveman, no. Cowboy?" You snicker. "Definitely. I don't care how much city there is in you, baby, you're all cowboy now."
"Is that supposed to be some sorta euphemism for 'gentleman?'"
"I guess. Cavemen don't have custom Stetsons, and you haven't yet worn the Olathe brand off the soles of your shit-kickers, cowpoke... except, what are those, James?" You point at his shearling-lined loafers.
Bucky shrugs. "Slippers."
"You drove six hours in fuzzy slides to rescue me?"
"I wasn't considering my footwear, doll! I had a harebrained idea, I ran out the door."
"Mm. You like me."
He chuckles against his will. "Believe I said no such thing."
"Well, I think you're okay." You curl your fingers over the collar of his shirt. It's the one you most often stole on chilly mornings... the one which still smelled like you after you left. Bucky gestures for you to lean down. When you don't lean far enough, he cups your nape and stands over you. "Bucky... I–you know our time together meant so much to me," you whisper. The teasing tone has fled from your voice, now that you're close enough to study his irises. "I wanna make sure you... want this. Me. I got on your nerves a lot–"
"Every second, honey." Bucky cradles your cheeks in his palms. "Nobody else I'd rather be annoyed by. Christ, I can't look Alpine in the eye after how I acted the night before you left."
"You cooked for me."
Bucky nods. "I hoped it would make you stay."
"I wanted you to ask."
"Didn't have the words. I thought linguine with shrimp would say it all, this far from the ocean."
"God. Do you know how much I cried that night? Mmph. Turned my face into the pillow so you wouldn't hear me." You press your forehead into his shoulder in imitation of what you're describing. Bucky rubs your back.
"...I heard you, doll."
"Why didn't you come up?"
"Why–well. Imagine for a minute, you're me: run-of-the-mill cowpoke who looks an awful lot like a guy who used to terrorize Captain America," he starts. You sigh, but nod for him to go on. "I can't show my face in polite society. This is my granddad's farm, honey. If I didn't have a blood claim to it, not one soul on this earth would've sold me a slice of land. It sucks having to drive an hour into civilization for coffee which doesn't come outta a red can. The water is cloudy, and it only gets hot on its own terms. Half the time, the acre immediately surrounding the house is just mud from all the rain, at least in the spring. Why would I have ever expected that the woman of my dreams was crying about leaving this piece of just-my-luck? This ain't heaven, baby. It ain't even next door. I thought you were desperate to leave me, and your tears were ones of relief."
You kiss him.
Clear as Bucky can figure, you're trying to drive the point home that this is what you want, but it's so desperate the way you worry his top lip, he can't help but groan. All he ever wanted was to be wanted. Here you are, making sweet little noises of protest when his lips take a languid drag, threatening like he might stop-asking for the air to vanish between you so you can get closer. You are sweet like your favorite tea. Bucky never would've thought kisses should taste like chamomile, but now he's kissing the only woman he's ever made a cup of tea for, and it feels right. Your movements slow as you melt into his chest, but your lips part to allow his tongue egress and his cock strains behind his zipper. You shiver-from excitement or from the chill, he can't tell-and Bucky pulls back enough to observe your face. Blissed out, sleepy, and cold. He huffs a laugh and gives you a peck.
Bucky ushers you into the warm house. The door clatters behind you, and you gasp. Bucky turns as tears spring up in your eyes.
"Hmm?"
"No. I'm just. I'm here." The last part comes out like a whisper.
Bucky folds as soon as you raise your arms, clasping both of his around your waist and lifting you off the ground. You bury your face in his neck and sniffle.
"Happy tears?" he murmurs into your hair.
"Mmhm." Your throat catches around the tears which no longer restrain themselves. "Remember when you shoved me into a cold shower the night I couldn't wake up from the terrors?"
"I got just as wet," he teases, feeling his collar dampening. "What made you think of that?"
"You held me, shrieking like a wet cat to high heaven, and the next morning, all I could remember was you holding me."
"All I ever wanted to do."
You tap his shoulder so he'll set you on your feet, but you lock your hands behind his head to prevent him from going far. Your eyes shine from tears, and the wrinkle between your eyebrows deepens.
"What?"
"You don't really know me-"
"What I don't know will come with time." Bucky kisses your forehead.
"I'm a mess."
"You're perfect."
You swipe tears from your face and glare, which only makes him smile more. "You don't have your head on straight."
"At least you see me for what I am," he laughs.
"Bucky-"
He dislodges your hands from their iron grip and holds them in his own. "Listen. You're tired, I'm delirious... I have a bed with your name on it, and all I've been dreaming about is waking up with you still there. Let me tuck you in? In the morning, after you've thoroughly apologized to Alpine for abandoning him, I'll make you waffles, and you can question all my motives while I try to kiss all the maple syrup off your lips. Do we have a deal?"
"Okay. Wait-Jesus, what am I gonna do all the way out here, for a job?"
He blinks. "...You're serious?"
"Not gonna freeload off you, Barnes."
"I'd love your help around the farm obviously, and showing the horses, but I have money which has been accruing interest in the bank for eighty years, so. Keep kissin' me, and you'll be a kept woman."
Your expression softens from panic to sweetness again, and you give him a gentle kiss. "I'm gonna earn my place," you say against his mouth.
"'M sure you will. Get your butt upstairs to my bed, please."
You pull back and gape at him. "Hang on-you have one horse fit to show, and the rest are retired!"
"Two, actually, but someone didn't wanna go out to the barn tonight, so-"
"Oh my god! Is it new? What breed is it? Let's go-"
Bucky grasps your shoulder. "She is a dapple gray."
"She?" The hearts in your eyes are almost enough to make him give in.
"That's all you get, ma'am! Don't make me carry you up those stairs like a sack of potatoes."
Your gaze darkens. "Are you coming with me?"
Bucky smirks. "If that's alright."
You gulp, and then bolt.
You take the stairs in pairs, and Bucky's hot on your heels. He steps up behind you when you pause in the threshold of his bedroom; you're waiting. For permission, or some such thing, so he kisses the skin below your ear. Like he's found some kind of release button, you sag against him. One glance up at him under heavy eyelids, and Bucky's making silent vows to you he hopes you'll understand... because he's lost all power of speech, from the intensity of wanting you.
I'll stay up all night, if you want me too.
If you say no, that'll be okay.
Please don't say no.
You pull him by the front of his shirt; you don’t have to glance behind you to know how many steps it takes to get to the bed, or where to reach to pull down the quilt. You do so quickly, and then you make haste for his buttons. His hands raise to help with yours, but you bat his hand away. “I gotta do this right,” you whisper. When the buttons are fully released, you take a moment just to let your fingers trail over the skin you’ve exposed; he knows you don’t mind scars with the way your lips follow behind them, but he doesn’t expect you to revel in the soft thatch of hair over his sternum with equal reverence. 
“You’ve seen my chest before,” he chuckles when you bite your lip, but you graze a nail over his nipple to test if he’s sensitive and he sucks air sharply between his teeth.
“Couldn’t touch, before. Especially not when you’re hauling hay, I’d get in the way.”
“Beg to differ, darlin’. You coulda walked right up to me and grabbed my cock. Had me weepin’ in the palm of your hand.” The way your eyes dilate makes Bucky growl. He pushes your hand southward, to prove how reactive he is to you. The pressure and warmth from your touch through the denim is torture. Your mouth drops open. “Did you want me, then? Would you have let me touch you?”
It takes a second for the question to register in the fog, but you nod. “Where, baby?”
“Shh–I’m in charge, here,” you breathe, not believing a word you’re saying. He smirks. 
“Oh, I’m sorry. You tell me what you want, then.”
“To apologize for leaving you. Properly. Make you feel good.” You depress the zipper on his jeans, and Bucky makes quick work of the heavy belt buckle to make it easier. You take it out of his hand, but you’re almost bashful–torn between doing whatever you’ve been dreaming of doing to him, and navigating this very new dynamic with the real thing. He closes his fist around your wrist and pulls it away from his body until you take over, yanking the belt free of the final few loops. 
“Hey–why are you so nervous?” He asks when he realizes you’re shaking.
“I’m okay,” you peep, reaching for him again, but Bucky stays your hands. He kisses your temple. 
“You don’t have to do a thing. I won’t be disappointed.”
“I want to. Just can’t believe I get to. I–I used to lay right there–” you point at the bed behind you– “thinking about your hands.”
Bucky closes his eyes as a rush passes over every nerve in his body. “I’ve been sleeping in the same place you touched yourself. Fuck. How about you let me touch you, huh? I’ll forgive you for leaving. You don’t have to do a thing.”
You release your lip from between your teeth, wet and plump, and smile in amazement, and Bucky is done for. He rests his forehead against yours. “What did you think about?”
“Mm. Standing at the sink, looking out the window when you’re coming in from tying bales, and um…”
“Say it.”
“You’d come up behind me,” you admit quietly. “Slip your hand into my jeans–”
“My jeans, you little thief,” he grins, nipping your earlobe. You moan. Bucky turns you in his grip, so your ass is pressed against his dick. He slips his hand under your stolen flannel, dipping his fingertips between your skin and the waistband of the jeans in question. “Like this?” he asks.
“Lower.”
“Mmm be specific?” Your annoyed whine eggs him on. “Come on. So bossy all the time and you can’t tell me about one little fantasy?”
“You like it,” you breathe, canting your hips to grind back against him. “You’d touch me. Over my panties, because you’re a cowboy, not a caveman.” The last addition has him shaking with laughter, even as he does what you say, slipping his hands over the silk of your soft stomach to the transition between silk and lace. You’re so warm, and the gusset covering the place his fingers want to be is soaked through. “But–then… uh, shit.” He finds your clit and your knees shake. “You ask me what I’ve been doing all day–”
“Whatcha been doin’ all day, sweetheart?” Bucky murmurs in your ear. “Waiting here all wet for me?”
“Ruined a lot of panties over you,” you gasp as his fingers tug the lace barrier to the side. “Definitely would’ve fucked you sooner.”
Bucky would’ve fucked you day one, but he’d never take advantage of a woman in duress. This is something he heretofore thought as good as a dream, not something he could actually have for his very own. He teases a finger between your folds. The fact that you seem to have a kink about this cowboy thing is as adorable as it is fucking hot.
“That what you want? Me to get all worked up hucking hay, and get out all that energy with my fingers in your pussy? Don’t think I could use you like that, doll.” Even still, he works a thick finger inside your heat and he can’t help but buck against you at the feeling of your inner muscles adjusting to him. 
“No, I want you to spend all that time you’re doing chores thinking about me, missing me, that you can’t take it anymore.” Your head falls back against his shoulder, forcing your chest to jut out and tempt his other hand to release your buttons. “You just want me so bad, you gotta have me. Even if all you can do is finger me when I’m up to my elbows in soap bubbles.”
Bucky turns his teeth into the curve of your neck. “God, babydoll. You want to be needed so badly I can’t do my work, as if I didn’t stalk around this farm with my dick so heavy I was hurting with wanting you. You got your wish. I have to touch you. All I think about is makin’ you feel good–and you tellin’ me about it makes it worse, I’m gonna bust in my boxers like a teenager.”
“Buck–oh god.” He eases a second finger beside the first, and your eyes roll back. “Really thought our first time would be nice and slow but I need you now–”
He throbs. “You feel incredible. I could take my time all night.”
“No. Push my jeans down and fuck me.”
Bucky could swear he’s died and gone to Heaven. Finally having his hands on the woman he loves–his heart stutters over that wave of realization in the midst of tearing your jeans down your hips, releasing his dick and pumping himself desperately to be prepared without coming the instant he’s inside you–he’s lost in the moment. He thinks just for a flash about the first dirty dream he had about you, sharing a bath in a room full of candles, and then you’re grasping for him, pushing your face against the sheets he’s been sleeping between since you left, and he thinks–no, this is perfect. Needy, desperate… and leaving no room to wonder whether this is what you want, too. 
He sinks into you slower than either of you want, if the groan you make is any indication. Bucky takes a second to help you out of the shirt you borrowed, and then he digs his thumbs into the base of your spine, where you’re always complaining aches after a long day. 
“Fuck, baby,” you moan when the muscle releases under his firm touch. Then, he moves. 
He’s robbed of your expressions with every thrust, but not your gorgeous sounds. You’re made for him. Nothing has ever felt this good–he can’t remember another woman’s body. It’s you, forever. Your body, your pussy–just you. He rolls his hips to find the spot that makes your gasps turn feral. The points of your nails find his arm where he braces over you. You draw blood. Just makes him thrust harder. 
“My sweet girl,” he moans. “You can’t even form a sentence, can you? All that sass fucked right outta you–jesus christ.” Your inner muscles squeeze him so tight, and you glance back at him over your shoulder, raising your hips enough that he has to work for the harsh thrust he’s been successful with thus far, and fuck… you may get wetter when he talks to you like you’re at his every whim, but you have all the cards. He’d let you do anything to him. He’s yours. He’s never felt anything this good–
“Baby,” you sigh, fluttering around him, “gonna come, you need to pull out–”
“‘M sterile. Serum side-effects.” Bucky grinds into your ass harder, holding his hips flush against your pillowed skin so hard he’ll surely make finger-shaped bruises in your thighs. You push up, arching your back until you’re seated on him. Bucky holds you close, arm bracketing beneath your breasts. He's fully clothed, you're entirely nude... it's the hottest thing he ever could imagine. He waits, on bated breath, for you to ask for what you want. You turn your head so you can kiss him softly. 
“Hey,” you whisper. “Never knew it could be like this.”
Bucky smiles against the corner of your mouth. “What, like fireworks?” He snaps his hips.
“Oh! Baby,” you croon. “Please let me come.”
“Sure you’re sorry?” he asks, even as he reaches between your spread knees to tweak your swollen clit. You shudder.
“‘M so sorry! Thought I didn’t have a choice. I know better.”
“You choose me?” Bucky holds your hips down so he can fuck any coherent thought out of you. You keen, but you nod.
“You, you,” you gasp. “Want you to come, too–”
“I’m gonna come, don’t you worry… shit.” Bucky tries to hold on through your orgasm, but your muscles squeeze him so tight that everything goes white for a minute, and he’s seeing stars. His own muscles go slack through his release. He has to brace his vibranium arm over you to keep from collapsing against you, using the other to hold you up around the waist. The other option would be sliding into a boneless heap on the ground. That feels quite unromantic, given the circumstances. So. He rolls with you in hand, peppering your shoulder with soft kisses. Even as he softens inside you, Bucky feels his body thrum with a newfound awareness of yours.
The clock glares at him in blue electrified letters. He groans. “Have to be up in two hours, fuck.”
“Regretting this, cowpoke?”
“That is not as sexy of a nickname as you think it is,” he laughs into your neck. “God, I was tired before, and now I know what your skin feels like and I think I might not need to sleep for a week.”
“You gonna let me clean up?” You ask, brushing his hair off his forehead. 
“Mmm. I could. But then I’d have to pull out.”
“Poor baby.”
Bucky nips your shoulder. “Try to fit in the tiny shower with me?”
“You’re obsessed with me,” you say, kissing the end of his nose as he eases himself from you with a grunt. He gives you a very grumpy glare, but pats your ass. 
“Come on. I expect you to wake up with the dawn, too.” He ignores your clothing on the ground, but shucks his shirt for you to put on in case you're cold for the walk across the hall. Bucky pauses at the door when you sigh. 
You prop your head up on one arm and smile. “Can I be a little sappy?”
His heart clenches. “I prefer it.”
“I’ve never felt this way before, Bucky. About anybody.”
Bucky straightens with pride. He looks you over, looking fucked and blissful on his bed, and smiles with the same amount of softness he feels inside. “You’re home, babydoll.”
You can’t speak for happy tears. He winks at you.
Under the spray of hot water, with miles of skin to explore, Bucky holds you close. The whole farmhouse could burn down, but as long as he’s with you, he’ll have a place for you to take shelter in his heart. Nothing as secure as that.
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orieriee · 2 years
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More 3am thoughts for Sanji, Zoro, Law, and Luffy?
Random headcanons that I think about them at 3 AM ✮
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Author's note: you bet! Sorry that it took so long >> these are very random as the ideas popped up in my mind from time to time so yeah, 3 AM thoughts but it's actually 12 PM at night. Also changing into a slightly new theme :D
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Sanji:
Has a collection of makeup/wears mininum makeup for self care (y'know those men makeup)
Brings tampons/sanitary pads for the girl in case the girls get their period, people usually wonder why would a man carries around tampons/pad but he's doing it for feminism (men can carry tampons too for those who have their period)
Probably can turn instant ramen to 5 star Michelin food
Has a food tiktok account where he posts his cooking or about baratie's food and then has a second account to post his thirst trap or simping on ladies (respectfully)
Probably took ballet classes or gymnastics when he was younger because look at his legs!!
His favorite artist is probably Ariana Grande
Zoro:
Post those bicep muscles pic on ig story/snapchat because he works out religiously
Wanted to get a full back tattoo but worries he might not be able to donor blood again if he's inked (is that a fact?)
Protein shakes go brrrr 🥶 he has that all the time after brest chicken
Working as a gym instructor, he's the hot gym instructor you usually can find at your local gym
When the moms next door go out and needed to leave their children, usually they ask Zoro to watch over for them and Zoro takes good care of the children
Burns toasts/pancakes everytime he makes them
Law:
He may not seem like it, but he sleeps with some... Or maybe tons of plushies especially the polar bears stuffed animals
Can play the guitar/bass and people simp him for it (he used to play in a band)
Liked to wear eyeliner and is actually good at it but he rarely wears them now
The type to go to the cinemas alone to watch his favorite movie/show rather than going to the cinema with someone
Coffee person 24/7, sometimes all black but that depends on his mood and hours of sleep (he's also a *little* sleep deprived)
Enjoys nature photography, floras and faunas
Luffy:
Is lactose intolerant but still likes to eat dairy products
Watches anime, reads comics and his current favorite is jujutsu kaisen and his favorite characters are yuuji and gojo
Has a collection of pokemon cards and some miniatures but mostly are gone because he keeps forgetting where he puts them
Forces Zoro to go eat KFC with him every week
Afraid of needle injections so Ace and Sabo always have to hold him down whenever he gets a shot/vaccine
His handwriting is bad, he basically got a child's handwriting
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liliallowed · 4 months
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As I am a chaotic force to challenge the will of the dust(*cough* father) loving side of things-
How about we actually take a look at the demon. They're teaching us SOMETHING. Sans taught us NOTHING. Oh, nothing against Sans of course, still enjoy the guy. However this demon is doing us a favor.
Did we deserve to be dragged into this? Technically, no. All of us have our faults in this situation. However we make the most of it!
Let's do this: Training can be over for the day or have a break, what else is there to do rather than relax. Haven't we got that one show to finish? Let's invite the demon to watch it with us. Bit of a thank you. But don't be too buddy buddy as a bit of a screw you.
Doing this could lead to us asking why.
Why are they doing this, why us, why does this any of this matter? We were mostly fine before all this. Not like it's been regrettable, unless you count the almost getting killed part. But what's the point of any of this? Giving us the reset, having our own hurtful ANF self destructive situation. What does anyone gain from it apart from senseless action that will only drive us further to crazy town?
fake answer? they're bored
real answer? they feel lonely.
"a break??" they glance at your tired body and sore posture, then back at your face. "right. forgot people actually get tired in this world..."
they hand you a water bottle that manifested out of thin air. seemingly from a pocket dimension called "inventory".
"don't you?" you ask as you suspiciously eye the water bottle, examining it for traces of poison or unsavory chemicals. it looks like an ordinary unopened bottle.
"every once a 6 FULL resets maybe. sure." they chuckle. "that's... estimated to be 15 years of your time and a single day's work for me. if you live 2.5 years each reset."
"w-wait HOW OLD ARE YOU!?"
"meh. time moves differently for me so asking that question is silly. I'm... in my early 20s if relative age is what you mean... literal age? I'd have to calculate... hmm 2X times 365 times 15... more than 109575 years of your time approximately! not to mention I've seen the birth and death of your universe like... 9X times by now... "
"you're joking. what are you, Cthulhu?"
"kinda yeah actually! summed it up pretty well!"
you blink and look at them with doubt. you knew they were dangerous but a world ending calamity and a cosmic horror beyond this dimension seemed a bit much.
"so you don't eat, sleep or rest you just... exist?"
"yep. well, I regenerate limbs and my health when I eat so eating is still benifitial to me. aaand I can't taste, or smell or feel physical pain or pleasure. I can hear and see just fine though."
you instinctively put you hand on theirs, to test it, giving it a light pich.
they did not react. didn't even flinch. their hand didn't seem to be an unfeeling object. it was warm and natural Ike any normal hand but... the lack of response to any tickling attempts you made on it confirmed it.
"how do you... feel things then?"
"it's usually just trial and error. timing, and putting different amounts of strength to something that you can't feel."
"it it like... sensory deprivation?"
"I wouldn't know. it's like asking a blind person what color is... well... after they lost their eyesight hehe. I know the feeling of taste and smell. butttt well, not here."
"oh... is that why you act so extreme?"
"kinda? but also there's always so little consequence to anything I do. so it kinda takes the fun out of it... while also making it more fun... you know? like playing chess. pawns die all the time but you can just bring them back when you reset the board! so... did it even matter that the pawns died?"
"you... see others as... toys? chess pieces?"
"mm... only the ones that forget are pawns. dusty bones is... more of a chess rival rather than a pawn himself. an equal. like you! you're also a newbie to this game that he's trying to get rid of but I won't let him."
you cringe at the thought of the concept of slaughtering people as a game yet decide to listen anyway.
"it's been just me and him for so long. the same dance the same song... and neither of us knew any better. I was scared of change and him forgetting me... or worse, forgiving me. he was scared to forget and let me go because of his vengeance."
"you WANT him to hate you!? WHY!?"
"having a faithful enemy is better company than forgetful friends. it's why I don't sugar things for you hun. I'm a bad person. feel free to rub it in, you'll only feed my ego. I wanted to spice things up a bit in this bland rivalry of ours."
"I'm... am I just a tool to you?"
"no, in fact, y/n you're one of the few people I actually give a damn about. you and riding hood of course."
"I don't know why but I find that even worse -_-"
"hehehe. glad to be a motivator for you either way goody two shoes. try not to cave into the dark side. me and bone head have waaaay too much of boring old edgy drama going on. you're a breath of fresh air."
"you... I... you're a horrible person."
"yes, and? you're point? heard that plenty times darling it starts to lose it's weight after you've committed several war crimes just for the thrill of it"
"is THAT why you gave me the reset and... are trying to train me to defend myself? a stupid GAME!?"
"mmm. yeah. that's about it. it's just cuz I'm bored. besides, dust likes you and he doesn't let just ANYONE in or let his gaurd down easily. something must've been special for him to pick you?"
"but it's NOT! IM LITERALLY JUST THE MOST AVERAGE PERSON IN THE UNIVERSE"
"an average person wouldn't have explored the kidnappers basement to save more victims. or let their curiosity get the best of them. and they wouldn't have the capacity to bother being bone head's partner or remain loyal even after knowing he will kill you despite your relationship" they pause. "or that could just be Stockholm syndrome..."
they pat you on the back. "meh, we're all a bit crazy."
you wonder if that's actually the case. they do seem to have a point... DO YOU HAVE STOCKHOLM SYNDROME!?
"oh that means a lot coming from YOU."
"hehehe. you'll have to set the bar to negative hun."
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sowaran · 2 months
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Uhhh
//Trigger Warning// VENT WARNING.
Contains vomit I dont know what to put in here. Beware?. Pls.
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Cool okay then.
Uhh. I vomited without warning today, because I didnt eat in a big while. I didnt knew that was a thing that could happen so it was really weird. But, now I feel like, 10 times better.
I mean, better than any other time in like, this year.. or like, the year before.
Every time i vomit to the point I start shaking it feels like, I'm a better person.
Like if I got the toxic stuff inside of me out of me. Quite literally haha.
I don't like to vomit. I dont do it often. I hate it, I hate the feeling of a raw throat with an unbearable texture of what used to be food. The taste is the worst. Bitter Bitter and more Bitter. My vomit filled saliva rolling down my shirt as I try to not get my hands in there but failing miserably by the instinct of cleanliness.. and the snot being pushed out of my nostrils by pieces of food that was chewed a long time ago.
I dont like any of that.
But it makes my mind..
Nicer.
Like, if i can view life in a more.. kind approach.
Like if all I need to do is to console myself, feel the compassion of a warm hug while I fall asleep to a better rest of the day. I almost always vomit when is really early in the morning. So I would enjoy a good nice afternoon that has nothing wrong later.
I feel weaker, but that's okay. I just need to eat nice good food. I just need something to make me feel better. And all that junk that got out of me. Got out of me for good.
It's like if I go back into a more.. childish state of existence. Where all I need to do is focus on myself, what I really want, not whatever anyone else tells me but also be smart and not eat the same junk that will probably make me sick again.
I stop worrying about morality and more like "okay, I decreet day of sandwiches and juice for today, Sleep and be tired today. No walking, no thinking, no complaining and nothing weird, only peace fill me up and maybe also water, but only after the taste of bad food is gone".
Is a predictable day where I need to get out of the bullshit I went through and stop overthinking things. Is like a removal of all anxieties being replaced with weriness of things that actually make sense.
Is like if I'm whole again. And then, all my thoughts of self deprivation turn into compassion as all of them unanimously agree to go to sleep in the middle of the day.
I dont like vomiting but I do need that compassion every once in a while.
Is like " just be patient guy, later you'll go back to walking and talking to yourself and drawing or whatever, right now it hurts but like, chill, sleep don't worry eat a sandwich (be careful with that) and juice and yogurt" oh yeah, yogurt man, I want some peach yogurt I want some omg. But maybe tomorrow.
Today I have cereal and I'm prolly gonna eat it in a big while later. Sleepy time now. Patient ramiel, dont let the bad things you've eaten discourage you, the getting them put of you hurts but, oh well, you can fill yourself with love filled peach yogurt and give yourself a kind hug dude chill chillllll sleep sleep..
Damn I've gotten a week trying to hear 'sleep by mcr' but I keep forgetting..
Maybe when I wake up I can do that.
Aughhhhh my tummy hurts time to sleep. Bye. Hahahs.
Should I even post this?
Ah fuck you why not?
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copics-and-renegades · 5 months
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Whumptober 2023 Masterpost
Putting it all together again. Will be tagging cw, characters, if it's ship and also if it's explicitely canon compliant (in my hc lol) OR part of my very weird, very unhinged Whumper!Yuan AU OR my much more light-hearted other AU that's roughly "Cruxis runs both the cops in the open and the Desians as the mob in secret, in a completely selfless and benevolent attempt to 'Control Crime' by keeping a firm monopoly on violence in the wider area".
Oh and I'm dead-doving the pieces I think are particularly cruel, but that's just my own assessment, so as always. Proceed or not at your own comfort.
Whumptober 2022 Masterpost
Whumptober 2023 - The Complete List
Day 01: But Now This Room Is Spinning While I'm Trying Just To Fill In All The Gaps
Fanart
Characters: Botta
Content warnings: noncon drug use, forced stripping, noncon touching, restraints, kidnapping
Day 02: I’ll Call Out Your Name, But You Won’t Call Back
Fanart
Characters: Yuan Ka-Fai
Content warnings: kidnapping, restraints, gags
Day 03: Like Crying Out In Empty Rooms, With No One There Except The Moon
Fanart
Characters: Botta
Whumper!Yuan AU
Content warnings: kidnapping, captivity, restraints, shock collars
Day 04: I See The Danger, It’s Written There In Your Eyes
Fanart
Characters: Yuan Ka-Fai, Botta
Ship: Yuan x Botta
"Crime Control" AU
Content warnings: police brutality
Day 05: You Better Pray I Don't Get Up This Time Around (Yeah You Better Run Like Hell)
Fanart
Characters: Botta
Content warnings: blood, homophobia mention
Day 06: Do Or Die, You'll Never Make Me Because The World Will Never Take My Heart
Fanart
Characters: Yuan Ka-Fai, Mithos Yggdrasill (mentioned)
Content warnings: torture, restraints, broken bones, blood, injury
Day 07: Examination (Goddamn Right You Should Be Scared Of Me)
Fanart
Characters: Yuan Ka-Fai
Canon compliant
Content warnings: medical abuse, experimentation, forced stripping, body horror, restraints, body modification, angel transformation, military research, noncon touching
Day 08: I’ve Got Soul, But I’m Not A Soldier
Fanart
Characters: Botta
Content warnings: torture, restraints, threats of torture, forced stripping
Day 09: Drugging
Fanart
Characters: Yuan Ka-Fai
Content warnings: kidnapping, noncon drug use
Day 10: Can't You See That You're Lost Without Me?
Fancomic
Characters: Yuan Ka-Fai, Botta
Whumper!Yuan AU
Content warnings: kidnapping, captivity, restraints, shock collars, electrocution
Day 11: All The Lights Going Dark And My Hope’s Destroyed
Fanart
Characters: Botta
Content warnings: torture, restraints, strangulation, asphyxiation, nooses, choking torture
Dead Dove Do Not Eat
Day 12: I Haven't Slept In Days, But Who's Counting?
Fanart
Characters: Yuan Ka-Fai
Content warnings: torture, restraints, collars, sleep deprivation, humiliation
Day 13: Hunting
Fanart
Characters: Botta
Content warnings: guns, death threats, threats of execution, head hunting
Day 14: Feed Me Poison, Fill Me 'til I Drown
Fancomic
Characters: Yuan Ka-Fai, Botta
Whumper!Yuan AU
Content warnings: kidnapping, captivity, restraints, shock collars
Day 15: I Don't Need You To Help Me, I Can Handle Things Myself
Fanart
Characters: Yuan Ka-Fai, Botta
Whumper!Yuan AU
Content warnings: kidnapping, captivity, restraints, shock collars, electrocution
Day 16: Would You Lie With Me And Just Forget The World?
Fancomic
Characters: Yuan Ka-Fai, Botta
Whumper!Yuan AU
Content warnings: kidnapping, captivity, restraints, shock collars
Day 17: You’re The Lump In My Throat And The Knot In My Chest
Fanart
Characters: Botta
Content warnings: monster attack, tentacles, choking, strangulation, asphyxiation
Day 18: I Tend To Deflect When I'm Feeling Threatened
Fanart
Characters: Yuan Ka-Fai
Content warnings: torture, restraints, whipping
Day 19: I'll Take One Final Step, All You Have To Do Is Make Me
Fancomic
Characters: Yuan Ka-Fai, Botta
Whumper!Yuan AU
Content warnings: kidnapping, captivity, restraints, shock collars
Day 20: Card Games
Fanart
Characters: Botta
Content warnings: torture, restraints, forced stripping, humilation, stress positions
Dead Dove Do Not Eat
Day 21: See The Chains Around My Feet
Fanart
Characters: Botta
Content warnings: torture, restraints
Day 22: They Never Saw Us Coming, 'til They Hit The Floor
Fanart
Characters: Yuan Ka-Fai, Zelos Wilder
Content warnings: guns, betrayal
Day 23: It's Gonna Get Me By The End Of The Night
Fanart
Characters: Yuan Ka-Fai, Mithos Yggdrasill
Content warnings: guns, death threats
Day 24: I've Got A Head Full Of Chemicals, Mouth Full Of Ridicule
Fanart
Characters: Yuan Ka-Fai
Canon compliant
Content warnings: medical abuse, experimentation, dehumanization, collars, gags, restraints, noncon drugging
Day 25: Broken
Fancomic
Characters: Yuan Ka-Fai, Botta
Whumper!Yuan AU
Content warnings: kidnapping, captivity, restraints, shock collars
Day 26: Sometimes I Get So Tired, I Don’t Even Know Myself
Fanart
Characters: Yuan Ka-Fai, Botta
Ship: Yuan x Botta
Content warnings: torture, restraints, dehumanization, stress positions, gags, humiliation, collars, leashes, animal costumes
Dead Dove Do Not Eat
Day 27: You Drew Stars Around My Scars, But Now I'm Bleeding
Fancomic
Characters: Yuan Ka-Fai, Botta, OC Sōichi Nakahara
Ship: Yuan x Botta
"Crime Control" AU
Content warnings: mildly suggestive themes, injury
Day 28: We Might Not Make It To The Morning, So Go On And Tell Me Now
Fancomic
Characters: Yuan Ka-Fai, Botta, OC Rachel McCampbell
Ship: Yuan x Botta
"Crime Control" AU
Content warnings: none
Day 29: I Only Sink Deeper The Deeper I Think
Fancomic
Characters: Botta
Canon compliant
Content warnings: PTSD, PTSD triggered, near death, drowning (graphic depiction), asphyxiation, panic attacks
Day 30: Bridal Carry
Fanart
Characters: Yuan Ka-Fai, Botta
Ship: Yuan x Botta
Content warnings: none
Day 31: I Thought That I Was Getting Better
Fanart
Characters: Yuan Ka-Fai, Botta
Ship: Yuan x Botta
Content warnings: mildly suggestive themes, citrus flavoured, self-esteem issues
Day 32 Because I Can't Count: Betrayal
Fanart
Characters: Botta, Zelos Wilder
Content warnings: restraints, kidnapping, betrayal (duh)
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justanagenderperson · 11 months
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Ok ok ok so the cringe be real in my head but this has been playing over and over in my daydreams so hear me out- (also sorry I haven't posted in a bit, school's been kicking my ass 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭) Also this is really self indulgent- anyway I'm a sucker for platonic yanderes.
Implied FTM Reader but you can imagine the reader's gender as whatever you'd like, Also I believe in older sibling demi boy supremacy 😎😎😎😎
TW:YANDERES, KIDNAPPING, Reader is like 17 so all platonic between the characters and Reader, S I B L I N G S 😱 (scary warning⁉️), Agent 47xyour OLDER siblingxDiana Burnwood (She seriously needs more love), death (this is Hitman)
Okaaaaayy so imagine you like to info dump about your favorite game which is *drum roooollll* HITMAN!!!! :D
Of course, your older sibling (who is secretly a yandere for you and totally has nothing to do with the disappearance of your school bullies who picked on you relentlessly after they found you were trans) vehemently listens because why wouldn't he? They cut up apples for you so you won't starve due to forgetting to feed yourself due to focusing on one of your latest hyper fixations,
Helps you with your homework, and he even lets you vent to them whenever you're stressed or overwhelmed due to school (How they wish they could take all of your problems away, lock you away from the world where all you'd have to worry about is breathing, and he nearly does but then something happens.)
You and your dear sibling get sucked into a mysterious portal that appeared out of nowhere. Now due to plot reasons, the two of you are separated because it's never that simple, and have no way back home.
However also due to plot reasons your older sibling is integrated into the CIA as a handler and gets Agent 47 and Agent Sparrow (Diana Burnwood, also we stan the Agent Burnwood AU) and over the months they build a special kind of bond even though they've never met and have no knowledge of each other's names.
However one faithful winter night it happens.
Diana and 47 not wanting to take any chances begin to stalk their handler to see if he truly is trustworthy or not and in that they begin to fall for them. Everything about them is magnificent. Their corse lips, their kind personality, their height. Absolutely everything was perfect about him.
And then they realize something. It's dangerous for him to be out by himself. They're vulnerable they could be kidnapped or worse! So the two agents take the modt logical course of action and kidnap their handler out of pure paranoia.
Of course, your older sibling is very resistant the first few...weeks (yeah he doesn't last long :::::::::::/) and won't even eat the food they've given them. Of course, the agents resort to force-feeding and apparently feeding tubes are great for that but are kinda uncomfortable.
Either way, once he realizes that the two captors aren't going to hurt them he starts taking advantage of the situation (47 and Diana know but don't say anything) as in gaining more freedom and privileges by giving out affection like there's no tomorrow.
This fairs well with the agents (because they're big simps) and eventually they even let your older sibling garden. Your older sibling now getting everything he wants grows a little complacent but a big part of him is restless and there's only one solution.
You. Meanwhile, you're given a normal 9 to 5 job, and while you see 47 once every few months you make sure to adamantly avoid him whenever he does stop by for his occasional ham and cheese sandwich after a long day of gathering intel and taking down a target with said intel.
Of course he doesn't know that you know and you'd like to keep it that way. But you know these types of things nothing ever goes the reader's way.
Now there are a few ways you can meet up with your older sibling and hence 47 and Diana.
The first one being the most simplest and less complex.
The bell rings as new customers arrive. You put on your best, "I'm-totally-not-sleep-deprived" smile and greeted them, "Hi and welcome to Tony's Deli! What can I get you guys?" Then you had the misfortune of opening your eyes and see your manic older sibling standing there with an equally manic grin on his face.
You see last time you two were in the same room you'd had an argument. A big one at that on how you weren't a baby that needed protection, "Hey Y/n time for you to clock out!" Your coworker oh so helpfully yelled from the back. You let out a sigh and clock out before going outside to meet your ecstatic sibling and his mysterious friends in a very shady alleyway.
Little did you know that'd be the last anyone would ever see of you.
You hear the bell ring indicating that new customers have arrived. You give your best fake smile as one could for being underpaid and overworked. You see you were severely understaffed and the lunch rush had just come to a close. So naturally you just wanted to go home.
You sharply intake a breath, "Hi welcome to Tony's Deli! What can I ge-" You're cut off as a person cuts in front of the newly arrived customers who you never got a good chance to look at, "I ordered a HOT cup of coffee." Your smile widens, 'So today was gonna be one of those days huh?' You think as you open your mouth to speak,
"Sir, I don't mean to be rude but there were other people bef-" You're cut off yet again, "THEY DON'T MATTER!!!" The man is practically screaming now. For the next five minutes, he throws what you can only identify as an adult temper tantrum about how he obviously ordered a hot cup of coffee even though the receipt said he ordered "warm".
Yep, for some reason Tony's Deli also sold beverages. It was truly ahead of its time (Definitely not sarcasm). Of course this only added to the amount of entitled customers that would demand refunds. So a very tired manager coming over and security escorting out the man later you were now officially ready to quit right there on the spot.
But you pulled through and the next batch of customers came in, sure you'd lost the other customers who had the convenient timing of coming in when the stranger had decided to throw a hissy fit but it meant less work for you so, score. It was pretty uneventful except for one order the back had gotten wrong but no one had come to complain which made you feel bad but whatever.
In the end, you clock out with no problem and head to the grocery store. Of course, your dumbass somehow gets lost and ends up in the clothes store since it's a really big mall (a mansion even). So you do what any normal sane, tired, almost adult would do.
You curl into a ball on the bench and try not to cry. This only works partially as you spend the next few minutes on the cusp of a breakdown, "Are you okay?" A voice calls out holding at least some form of sympathy.
You wipe your eyes before raising your head slightly to meet the stranger's gaze. The person's eyes widen at your face and through the tears you think you recognize them but you can't really be sure.
"Y/n...?" Wait. How the actual hell do they know your name!? The mystery person's hand slowly comes up presumably to pet your head. You scoot away from their touch as you blink away the tears. The droplets of water roll down your face. Now you can see a bit more clearly and lo and behold it's B/n.
"B/n...?" You quietly respond trying not to pay attention to the two people beside him that look awfully familiar. The months of being apart from your family member cause you to break down instantly. You don't even remember why you were mad. You just throw your arms around him and have a good sob.
Anyway, after they buy what they came for you're brought home, sorry not your home, THEIR home and 47 along with Diana warm up very quickly to you seeing you as their child.
Anyway, that's all like I said the cringe is real inside my head bc I like self indulgent things. Might write a part 2????? I definitely got too silly 💀
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