#writing ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛs.

[circeislands]

‘i know every inch of your body and i know for a fact that scar wasn’t there before.’

her words traveled the silent room, meeting the ears of the hunter whose fingers fiddled intently to seal the new aching wound on his forearm. she tried to extend her help, her healing but he refused it as he often did. his discomfort was better than hers and concerned eyes peered at the newest scar of his vast collection before their last voyage ended to his fresh stain. the smell met her nose and had it been years earlier. she wouldn’t of been able to stand the scent but it was him: familiar,‘don’t give yourself too much credit, cecilia,’ he inhaled sharply at the insert of the needle and she watched his artistry, the accent that curled around her name used to send her into a spiral,‘my body has changed since the last time you touched— ow, damn it.’ attempted flirting before a slip of the needle caused the distinct frown to deepen in concern as finally from her seat, she stood up and traveled the distance between them. tender fingers grasping the needle and thread without even a hint of hesitation.

‘samuel, i’ll do it.’ even despite him being a doctor, stitching up his own wound held little success. her enhanced vision met his wound with ounces of care and the squeeze of her brows. sam’s eyes couldn’t help but take in each detail of her delicate features that were obscure. the dimple on her chin, a trait of her father’s that was refined in her, that trembled when she cried, and far too often did he observe this, held it. the deep focus in bright brown hues as teeth melded into her lower lip. the more and more he looked at her the more he recalled a memory of her near death and the feeling of despair it filled him. it was a full moon, the wooded outskirts of flagstaff, blood drenched her shoulder, her mouth made gurgling noise he feared, despised, more crimson traveling between her teeth. if he could, if she let him, he would have made a special silver bullet with jacques’s name on it. since that night, her safety meant more to him then his own. his sarcastically witty spats never met her heart, he internally promised to never make her feel a lick of distrust and betrayal. he failed her and that was what filled the room with so much painful quiet.

he hated how she looked at him. wounded, guilty and distant,‘what?’ her tone snapped him from his stare and eyelids rapidly blinked,‘what are you thinking about?’ she had made progress on stitching the wound but a continuous drip of blood didn’t help. she grabbed the wash cloth from nearby and began to dab it to prevent the frequent cascades.

‘you know what i’m thinking about,’ he paused,‘i’m sorry, ce,’ his tone was quiet, as if he sought out to plead for her forgiveness,‘it was never your fault. i know that, i knew that then but i needed someone to blame and you knew the bloodsuckers that killed her.’ he wanted his vengeance to be cecilia’s as well. he wanted her to dump her pack morals for him,‘you wouldn’t do what i wanted... and i was angry.’ his only chance at love was thwarted by the lifestyle he chose,‘i never meant what i said—’

he watched her swallow down and her mouth twitch,‘yes you did, sam.’ she said, stilly, the needle meeting the pads of her fingers and beginning their venture to finish the stitching,‘you had every right to be angry. i chose my pack over you as i had over and over again. after everything your family has done to help me. i deserved it.’ the sharp end meeting his skin, flesh–to–flesh and out and up, and again,‘you deserved to get married and leave all of this behind.’ her shoulders began to tense and the feeling of dread followed her lips. even if he had, it wouldn’t of been enough. going to school to be a doctor, he thought would have fulfilled his desires to save people but it didn’t. being a doctor didn’t relieve his past and the enemies he gained from it. it wouldn’t and didn’t save his fiancee.

she finished and hands were quick to stop touching him, like it ached her, and it did. it ached him also. his uninjured hand raised and grasped her own, clenching and grounding. a silent communication of love between the two that was most certainly there but never transpired. he’d once kissed her, touched her, saw the scars left behind by jacques but nothing else. they both knew the consequences of this moving any further then that. no matter how much it gnawed at him to see her move on. she knew that it did, that if she wanted to, she could feel his draw to her. ‘pay attention, feel me, i give you permission, cecilia.’ his one hand managed to grip both of her slender hands,‘go ahead.’ he urged her,‘please...’ she was never one to give into begging but if he had to, he would have. she would’ve despised him for it, been embarrassed for him but he could careless. she obliged. reddening eyes illuminated hazel orbs and darkened veins wisped into hands. in that moment, he wondered how that felt. to give more control to what lurked in those veins but he had to focus. he would ask about that later. he wanted her to feel him. unconditional love and fidelity that he could argue from dusk till dawn was far greater then any pack member could give her. he’d seen her at her lowest of lows. he’d adored her in high school where everything felt weird to them and especially her, where growth felt irrational and bifocals proved how truly blind she was. where chestnut brown hair was unkept in curls that she had little understanding of and never understood even now.

she felt everything from lingering questions to undisclosed desires, to true regret, to absolute tenderness. she felt everything so deeply and now she knew he did as well. they were the same in that way. she yanked her hands afterwards, quickly, to avoid invading him any further. she never approved using that gift to her own advantage. in fact, her scowl only deepened,‘i... it’ll be to your detriment.’

‘i know and so what?’

‘i could kill you.’

‘be my guest, cecilia. it would be an honor.’ he grabbed for her hands again but this time only managed to grasp one,‘in fact, i’d invite death over to have a couple of beers.’

tbc.

#ᴄᴇᴄɪʟɪᴀ daubec. #writing ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛs. #writing. #part one. #samuel luna. #the lunas impacted her life quite a bit so never getting over them. #music.

[chuuyasheaven]

Is the near year prompt stuff still available? 😭😭

In either case i read one of your chuuya smuts and im OBSESSED i loveee your writing so if it works, prompt 1 with Chuuya or prompt 11 with chuuya and dazai? 💛😭

Thanks if you do and its okay if you dont!! i hope you have an awesome day<3

ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ; 01: Breeding Kink, 11: Threesome 2.0

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ; Chuuya and Dazai fucking you and filling up ur cunt until their cum drips.<3

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs; Threesome (M/F/M), Fem!Reader (she/her), Porn without plot, literally being sandwiched between them (living my dream), Breeding kink (duh.)

ɴᴏᴛᴇs; OMFG. I WAS SO HAPPY WHEN I GOT THIS REQUEST!!!1!! Also still working on other Requests rn bcs school started..but still thx and take care!!! :)

You don't know how it happened.

But now you were laying between two handsome men, Chuuya Nakahara and Dazai Osamu.

Of course you weren't complaining, infact you were really enjoying this.

All the air in the room was sticky and smelled like hot sex. You were already on your 3rd orgasm, nothing else matters right now.

That's what they fucked into your pretty little head. But also into your stuffed, abused cunt.

While Dazai was under your body, Chuuya was on top. Both of their cocks filled up your needy cunt.

While Dazai also used the opportunity to whisper sweet nothings into your ear and Chuuya pants them out loud.

“F-fuck! Don't you feel full already, baby? Or should we keep fucking our cum into your fucking cunt until you drip on the sheets? Hm?” Chuuya said while feeling his orgasm nearing.

Dazai on the other hand, was remaining his composure. Sure, he had some pants and even moans ripped from him, but Dazai wanted to make sure still you're on earth, because you started drooling.

“Hey, bella, are you still there or are you already fucked out? Did you go dumb on our cocks filling you?” Dazai panted into your ear.

This was too much.

There was enough cum dripping out your cunt.

But this was too addictive.

This was too good to stop.

But the overstimulation sent you to cloud nine. Because, Dazai just whispering these things, and Chuuya panting them out again but more aggressive.

You felt yourself clenching around them. The both grunted and panted at the feeling. As you released, they both did too after a few thrusts.

Everyone was panting. Trying to catch their breath.

But they still didn't pull out. They remained like this for few minutes until Dazai spoke.

“Wow. This is a huge amount of cum, angel. Aren't you worried that you might get pregnant?”, Chuuya just looked at the both of you and answered.

“If we pull out, the it'll drip on the sheets. So we might as well fuck our cum deeper, isn't that right, baby?”, his voice was still raspy from the amazing sex you three had.

And just reminding you of it, made you clench.

Both of the men realize that and smirk.

“Oh? You'd actually like that? Aren't you a wild one, bella.” Dazai teased.

“Well, what are we waiting for? If my angel wants it, let's give it to her. She deserves it for taking us so well.” Chuuya added.

“Okay, sweetheart, you deserve it. Let's begin..” Dazai agreed.

Oh boy, this was gonna be a busy night..

But like you said,

you're not complaining.

#chuuya nakahara smut #chuuya smut #chuuya x reader #bungou stray dogs chuuya #dazai smut #dazai x reader #bsd dazai #dazai osamu #bungou stray dogs dazai

[foreststranger]

VARIOUS - FORESTSTRANGER TRAIL MIX: I

ꜱᴛᴀʀʀɪɴɢ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

↳ 『honkai: star rail』blade, jing yuan, gepard, luocha, sampo x gn!reader (seperate)

ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

↳ how various HSR men feel/react being away from you for long periods of time.

𑁍 ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 0.7k

ɴᴏᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

↳ I DIDNT KNOW WHAT TO WRITE FOR SAMPO BC I DONT KNOW HOW TO WRITE HIM BUT I WANTED TO WRITE HIM 💔

ALSO, the texting part in this fic (sampo’s section) might be messed up on different screens (I know it works on an ipad bc that’s what i typed this on but i’m not sure about phones or browser/desktop)

ʙʟᴀᴅᴇ

𑁍 away a lot for Stellaron Hunter missions.

𑁍 he won’t call or text most of the time but will constantly have you on his mind.

𑁍 sometimes, he’ll just zone out while doing something because he’s thinking about you

↳ “Bladie? Are you in there?” Kafka snaps her fingers in front of his face, startling him slightly.

“What?” Blade’s eyes narrow at her. As if she’s woken him from a blissful dream.

“You were thinking about someone, weren’t you?” A knowing grin crosses her face.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ ALSO

𑁍 in my (correct) opinion, Blade has a super low social battery and as much as he likes being around you and how you make him feel, it just becomes too much for him sometimes (not projecting at all).

𑁍 you just won’t see or have any contact with him for a week or so sometimes and then he’ll pop up again.

𑁍 he usually just wanders around the Luofu when he wants to be alone.

𑁍 comes up with ideas for what he might do to make it up to you for disappearing again when he’s ready to talk to you.

↳ “Blade, you know you don’t have to do that for me! I get that you just want to be alone. You dont have to ‘make it up to me’ or anything. Maybe tell me next time, though, please?”

“…I understand.” He nods with his eyes shut.

ᴊɪɴɢ ʏᴜᴀɴ

𑁍 off doing General things because he’s the General (surprise).

𑁍 texts you almost every day to check up on you and sometimes invites you into the Seat of Divine Foresight just to hang out (“hang out” as in you sit on his lap while he blankly stares at scrolls on his table).

𑁍 literally only wants to be with you all the time (“be with you all the time” as in napping and snuggling with you when he’s supposed to be working) but you tell him that he has to do his work because it’s important and people depend on him and blah blah.

𑁍 but almost every time, you can’t resist when he begs you to stay with him in his office for just a little longer.

↳ “Jing Yuan, I should really get going. You have stuff to do and-“

“[name], please, humour me. Would you stay for just another minute?” He pouts slightly, looking at you with pleading eyes just as you were about to head to the door. The look he gives… how could you say no? You wouldn’t be there for long, anyway. Just another minute, he said.

“…Fine.”

ɢᴇᴘᴀʀᴅ

𑁍 the Captain of the Silvermane Guards is a busy man but he always makes time for you.

𑁍 will come find you on his lunch breaks so he can take you out to eat.

𑁍 if he’s been away for especially long, he often can’t focus on his work because of how much he wants to see you again.

𑁍 he knows that as the captain, he should be setting a good example to his subordinates, but he can’t help but always think of you. it’s getting to the point where it’s embarrassing.

↳ “Captain! You’re here!” At the sound of Dunn’s voice, Gepard quickly jumps up from his seat, his face completely red as if caught doing something he shouldn’t be (daydreaming about you).

“Uh… Captain? Are you okay?” Dunn approaches, worried that something’s wrong.

“Y-yeah. Yes, yes, I’m fine. What’s the issue?” Gepard’s voice is shaky as he tries to get ahold of himself.

ʟᴜᴏᴄʜᴀ

𑁍 definitely sends you letters while away on business. he finds them more heartfelt than a text message and you find them endearing.

𑁍 he collects trinkets/things he’ll think you like and give them to you when he comes back (akduanaisuahka I love him).

↳ “To my dear [name],

I hope you’re doing well. Work has been difficult and I miss you so much.

Don’t worry though. I’ll be back as soon as I can. Yesterday, I found a collection of books I thought you’d like on sale. I cannot wait to give them to you when I return.

I’ll write again soon, [name]. I love you.

𝐿𝓊𝑜𝒸𝒽𝒶”

ꜱᴀᴍᴘᴏ

𑁍 spam texts you like a hundred times a day just for the sake of interacting with you.

𑁍 accidentally sends you “business offers” instead of sending them to his clients lmaoo.

𑁍 never tells you when he’ll be back so he can surprise you.

↳

Sampo: Heyyyy fam

So

I was wondering

Do you wanna make an investment?

No?? :You

Sampo: ???

Oh

sorry

wrong person

Ignore what I said

Why? :You

Wait!!!!

What if I want to make the investment?

Sampo has gone offline

ask before translating, taking inspo from (not copy), reposting, etc. my work. remember to credit me and if you’re taking inspo from it, please @ me as I’d like to see what you do with my ideas!

#honkai: star rail #honkai star rail #blade x reader #sampo x reader #gepard x reader #jing yuan x reader #luocha x reader #.forestfics ☆

[sinfulsalutations]

Ayyyy congrats on the 500!! You deserve it💕 How about 20. "you seem more sensitive than usual" with Crosshair? Thank you for sharing your writing with us

➼ ɴᴏᴜʀ'ꜱ 500 ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴄᴇʟᴇʙʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ

⋆ ★ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴏʀ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ꜱᴜᴄʜ ᴀɴ ᴀᴡᴇꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴍᴜᴛᴜᴀʟ!!! ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ꜱɴᴀʀᴋʏ ᴄʀᴏꜱꜱʜᴀɪʀ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴀɴ ᴀꜱꜱ 🫣🥲

➼ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ ☆ “ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴇᴇᴍ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ꜱᴇɴꜱɪᴛɪᴠᴇ ꜱᴇɴꜱɪᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴜꜱᴜᴀʟ”

➼ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ ☆ ᴄʀᴏꜱꜱʜᴀɪʀ x ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

➼ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ☆ ꜱᴇɴꜱᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴍᴜᴛ ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏ ᴘᴇɴᴇᴛʀᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ ꜱᴇx, ᴄʀᴏꜱꜱʜᴀɪʀ ɪꜱ ᴀɴ ᴀꜱꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴛᴇ ʜᴏᴡ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍ ʟᴍᴀᴏ

➼ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ ☆ 512

➼ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜰɪᴄ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴꜱ ɴꜱꜰᴡ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ 18+ ᴅɴɪ

“Crosshair, you–fuck.”

“Something to say, pretty thing?”

You’re up against a wall. The wall just off the entrance to your apartment, in fact. Crosshair had barely given you a warning, simple regard, or even a hello, before he kissed you and pushed at your chest, caging you in between two hands and wedging one leg between yours. Perhaps you deserve this, though, for always lending him the gratification of sex whenever he so needed you carnally. Now he feels entitled to just take without giving you common decency.

“You haven’t even said hello,” You finish your thought while he softly kisses your neck, hands trailing your curves without much focus. He lingers on one spot and decides to suck, leaving what you know to be a love bite as he pulls away and runs the top of his teeth over it in an act of possession.

“Hm, I didn’t?” He says in such a faux-oblivious tone you want to slap him. “My apologies, your worship.” He pulls away for a split second and flashes you a smile, a smirk, really, something so silver-slick and smug you huff under your breath. “Hello.”

You roll your eyes, but let him go back to kissing down your neck. His hands wander again, playing with the hem of your shorts, back and forth without venturing further.

“How was your day?” Crosshair asks you. Something in you knows it’s not very genuine, but you decide to indulge in an imaginary world where Crosshair actually cares for you and your life.

“Good,” You respond, a little breathier and high-pitched than you intended. “I uh–” His hand slips past your shorts, cold fingers inching up your bare skin. You hold back a moan. “--started a new job today.”

“You seem more sensitive than usual,” He completely disregards what you’re saying and jumps to the case, snapping the band of your panties against your skin. To no surprise from either of you, your body squirms and aches to reach out of his grasp and catch your bearings, but it’s far too late for that.

“I think I’m–” You begin, but quickly stop yourself purposefully. Your mind races through your options, to tell him you’re ovulating and definitely need him way too bad right now, or play the game of a brat. You stir in the gray as he holds you in this moment. He leaves another lovebite on your collarbone, slowly rubbing his fingers through your panties, and you heave, shoulders falling and head lolling back. 

“Fuck you, Crosshair.” 

It really was meant to sound more annoyed than it did. Really.

“Hm, I thought I was doing that,” He responds as slick as you didn’t want him to be. Your body shivers pleasantly, but your mind screams. How dare you let him win.

Crosshair’s hands slip past your panties, rubbing a single finger past the folds of your pussy, and your head falls back again; you manage to contain a moan, but your body language tells him all he needs to know to make you fall apart nice and good.

@pb-jellybeans @corrieguards @badbatchbabe @ladytano420 @jediknightjana @sleepycreativewriter @shinyshayminflower @thebahdbitch @secondaryrealm @nobody-expects-the-inquisitorius @followthepurrgil @starrylothcat @blueink-bluesoul @aconstructofamind @xflashcat

#nour writes stuff #nour’s 500 follower celebration #the bad batch #star wars #tbb #clone force 99 #the bad batch fanfiction #star wars fanfiction #tbb fanfiction #crosshair tbb #tbb crosshair #crosshair x reader #crosshair x you #tbb crosshair x reader #bad batch crosshair #crosshair the bad batch #the bad batch crosshair #crosshair bad batch #commander crosshair #crosshair smut #reader insert #the bad batch x reader #tbb x reader

[thefandomthings]

Follower Milestone Event!

Hello everyone! I have finally reached 230 followers and have decided to do a prompt event! Thank you to all who are participating or interacting with the posts, its greatly appreciated!

How it works: Send a request with your character of choice and a prompt/prompts from the list bellow and ill write it!

Notice: These will not be long fics, just little drabbles. Once the prompt has been used it'll be crossed off. <3

Dividers: @/cafekitsune Masterlist Masterlist #2

꧁༺ 𝓕𝓵𝓾𝓯𝓯/𝓢𝓸𝓯𝓽 𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓶𝓹𝓽𝓼 ༻꧂

"You can call me whenever you want, even if you don't have a reason to."

"Quite smiling at me, I can't stop messing up my sentences when you look at me like that."

"Tell me you love me."

"Can you read to me?"

"I need to go but- one more kiss."

"I like when you say my name like that."

"Your eyes are like doves, my darling."

"If the whole world was watching, I'd still dance with you."

"I love you." "Say it again." "I love you."

"You're really fucking cute when you are jealous."

"Shes not yours."

"I love your bedhead."

"You're mine."

"Why are you on the table?". "A better view of life..". "Where is the spider?". "....By the door...."

"Do you like my new dress/suit?"

"Whats on your mind? I want to listen."

"You can call me whenever you want, even if you don't have a reason to."

"I love you're lips." "Why don't you kiss them then?"

"You're utterly gorgeous, I can't stop looking at you."

"I can't live without you, darling."

"Between ice cream and you, you might be my favorite."

"You're so damn beautiful, baby. I cant believe your all fucking mine."

"You are my new pillow."

"You have a beautiful soul."

"You're enough. You are more than enough."

"I don't understand, but i believe you."

"Is that my shirt?"

"Look at you, so small and cute :3" "Shut the hell up."

"If i ever lost you, I'd fall apart."

"You own my heart."

"Dance with me."

"Can i play with your hair?"

"You ramble and its adorable."

"Give. Me. The. Remote."

"You're a woman, that alone makes you magic."

"You're the only one who calls me that. Its kinda cute."

"Its not a double date, we're just third and fourth wheeling."

"Don't you dare throw that snowba-Goddammit!"

"Should i stop talking?". "Don't, your voice is very soothing."

"You say she/he hung the moon, I say she/he hung the galaxy."

ʜᴜʀᴛ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛs

"Every time i see you, I feel more alone."

"I'm not going to kiss you, you broke my heart."

"Where were you when I needed you most?"

"I trusted you. With everything."

"I loved you, I really did."

"It doesn't matter what i want."

"Did you really think you'd get a second chance?"

"Cant i come with you?". "You know you can't."

"I know i shouldn't be here."

"You shouldn't have come."

"That's not what I meant, and you know it."

"I don't hate you..". "I know sweetheart."

"I didn't say I don't love you!". "Well you certainly didn't say it back."

"You see them they way I see you."

"That hurt you son of a bitch..."

"I have a right to be angry."

"I thought you were dead."

"You used me, just like everyone else."

"That was never my intention, Y/n.".

"Stop lying to my face."

"Are you ashamed of me?"

"Why are you being like this?"

"Don't shut me out."

"Why wont it just stop?"

"Just talk to me."

"I would give up everything for you, my love, but I shouldn't have to."

"You're late."

"I love the way you hate me."

"Sorry doesn't fix everything."

"You could have died!". "I didn't-". "Well you were pretty fucking close."

"You're not a bad guy."

"Isn't it enough yet?"

"I woke up, and you were gone."

"Those things you said yesterday....Did you mean them?"

"I'm not sure how many coffees it takes for me to be happy, but so far, its not twelve."

"Just admit I'm right."

"Just admit you're wrong."

"Don't yell at me."

"That wasn't what i asked."

"Please don't make me answer that..."

𝙎𝙪𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙋𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙩𝙨

"Make me."

"Can I sit in your lap?"

"Say the word and I'm yours."

"We have to make this quick."

"Does it make you nervous when I stare?"

"...Or we could just get naked?"

"You either shut up, or I make you."

"Don't give me that look."

"First one to make a noise losses."

"Close the door."

"Wait your turn, love."

"Behave."

"Ngl, that turned me on."

"Come here."

"Oh really?"

"I only want to please you."

"Again."

"You have 5 seconds to get upstairs."

"Is there a reason why you are naked in my bed?"

"Stop moving."

"You could be wearing a trash bag, and I'd still want you."

"Thought we could do a little more than just kissing."

"Look me in the eyes."

"Give me your hands."

"Sit down. Now."

"I think we should have another."

"Take it off."

"You are so perfect."

"More."

"Hold still."

"This is new."

"Lay back.''

"Eyes on me."

"You belong to me."

"Bite me.". "Don't tempt me sweetheart."

"Fuck." "Already did that."

"Watch your tone."

"Since it's you, Ill let it go...Just this once, understand?"

"You think you can run that pretty little mouth of yours whenever you want?!"

"Yell at me again, and Ill give you a reason to scream."

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[danafeelingsick]

ɴᴏᴠᴇᴍᴇᴛᴏʙᴇʀ 2022

@monthofsick

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ᴀʟᴛ 1: Feverish

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 2,2k~

Hihi! This could be a feverish prompt, or just for u to imagine. A is miserably sick and feverish in bed (could be shirtless, platonically), and hugging B is the only thing that makes A's body feel better. Ofc this is uncomfortable for B.

requested @justtopostmyfic-blog read the whole request here!

ᴀ/ɴ hey, sorry this took me a little longer. i didn't know when to post it, and well... i was very busy. but i loved this prompt so much, and honestly i forgot how nice it feels to write A and B as characters. it's just no context, but i know all the context i meant to put in this, so it's fun to imagine. i wrote this on a single cup of coffee, so yeah... 🔥

TW EMETO

         B was drifting in and out of sleep as they stayed in bed, their neck stiff from laying flat on their back, the sight of their bedroom ceiling coming into focus.

         They weren't sure what had woken them up, but the feeling of A's face pressed against their chest, their arms firmly wrapped around their waist as if they were a giant teddy bear, was an instant reminder. A's hot breath brushed over B's skin, and they couldn't help but compare the feeling to a blow dryer being turned on and off constantly. 

         A was burning up. No, that was underestimating it. A could've been described as burning up last night, when B stayed until the early hours of the morning, changing cold presses and bed sheets. Now, B was certain A was melting over their abdomen, a puddle gathered under A's cheek, sweat rolling off their nose and dripping on B's chest.

         At least, they had finally managed to sleep. Even if it took lining the mattress with towels and leaving a sick bucket by the foot of the bed for easy access, A finally trusted that they could sleep, or try to.

         The unnatural heat practically poured out of A's pinkish skin rendering both of their shirts soaked in no time, so they just decided to go without them. Neither had a problem with it, A was too feverish to care about anything, and for all B knew, it would make the laundry inevitably easier.

         A tightened their grip around B's waist, the way they were shivering becoming more noticeable as B virtually felt A's muscles tense and tremble painfully. They shuffled slightly, a faint whimper dying in their throat as they buried their head into B's chest, gripping their side.

          It pained them to see it, but that was the most peaceful rest A had gotten all week. They were sure, between wasting away on the cold bathroom tile, and sharing their fever with B as they slept, A had picked the latter because they didn't want to be left alone. 

         B kept their eyes on their sick friend for a moment longer, watching as they breathed in and out, the intervals between each drag becoming shorter. Slowly, without moving too briskly, B reached out and pulled a towel out of the backrest. Gently they patted A's forehead, holding their hand almost weightless so as not to disturb their sleep.

         As they pulled back, A let out another struggling moan, but their voice barely came through, almost as if they were protesting the towel being gone. B couldn't blame them, from what they could feel, A was being cooked alive from the inside.

         ”Shh… it's okay”, B mouthed, gently running their fingers through A's matted hair.

         As much as they wished this would've made A magically better, it didn't, their whimpers only seemed to grow needier, pained. They clung to B as if they were a lifesaver, inevitably pressing their belly to B's side as they hugged them, no signs of wanting to let go even if it earned deeper groans out of them. B could almost feel A's stomach tying itself into a knot, constantly tossing around the little B had managed to keep down from the night before.

         It took a lot of convincing for A to even try the soup B had made, but once they had a taste, there wasn't any more resistance. Mercifully enough, A wasn't quick to nausea, they were able to keep most things down when they were sick.

         What broke them, of course, was high fevers just like these. It made them into a walking furnace, or more accurately into a volcano. B had watched them disgorge a whole pressure cooker's worth of bright orange carrot soup onto the toilet, barely awake throughout the process. It was mercy, however, B held them close as they vomited, shivering so violently they were afraid A could break into a seizure.

         Now, with barely more than a cup of tea and a salad sandwich on top of a few gulps of water churning inside their stomach, A was whimpering in their sleep, constantly mouthing something not even they could hear.

         B was doing all they could to ease them into a peaceful rest, but A was struggling against the sudden tight feeling gripping their innards. A curled into B's chest as an unbearable cramp wrecked their small frame, ripping out pained sobs. 

       B tried to move them as gently as possible, A had to wake up, but they wouldn't budge. Their nails dug into B's side, and their chest heaved against them, trying to suppress the swirling nausea leaving them in complete confusion.

         One of A's dazed sobs morphed into a harsh audible gag in the back of their throat, prompting them to unconsciously clench their stomach, trying to prevent what was about to happen. It might've only made things worse because when their chest inevitably heaved, – their shoulders jumping, a wet belch traveling fast up their esophagus –, B couldn't react in time.

         A's mouth flooded within a second, the strength of their abdominal muscles completely dispersed as their stomach lunged, sending its contents gurgling up their throat. A parted their lips weakly, their eyes still shut, but to no avail as thick vomit burst out of their nostrils while more of that bright orangish soup-like slurry spread over B's chest in a violent surge. It even sprayed past them, landing on the edge of the bed as heavy lumps slithered to the floor.

         For a moment B was frozen in place, their body as stiff as a corpse as the situation came to them in layers. A's disgustingly hot vomit was seeping into their bare abdomen, a sludgy mixture heavily detailed with undigested food chunks, leaving slimy trails as they went down the side of their body, pooling under them. They wouldn't think it would burn, but it was much hotter than how A felt, steaming like molten lava, burning a hole through B and the bed.

         They couldn't move. Disgust sent paralyzing shudders up and down their arms, locking them in place. B wasn't squeamish, not usually, they were vomited on them before, by a multitude of friends, but it had never been this… graphic. It was A's chest incessantly heaving that snapped them back. They were struggling to breathe, choked gurgles trying to make it through their throat.  

         “Wake up A!” they start calling, frantically, shaking their shoulders like they were trying to resuscitate them.

         B's efforts proved nearly worthless as A continued heaving, eyes closed shut, but their grip around them loosened. They didn't waste any time, and pried their unconscious friend away from them, rolling them onto their back, then on their side. B scrambled to catch A before they could fall off the bed, the still-warm vomit fell to their lap with a wet splotch as they sat up. In the middle of the fray, B had one hand under A's head, holding it tilted, the other firmly around their wrist, keeping them from planting their face on the floor.

         A went completely stiff under B, tensing every muscle of their body, then let out another wave of regurgitated food onto the bed sheets. It pooled under their cheek, completely missing the towels as it came out with less force than the first one, infiltrating under them.

         B kept calling, growing more and more desperate by the second. A sounded like they were drowning, chunky vomit still pouring out their mouth in weak surges, choked-out whimpers fighting to be heard. 

         B was at their wit's end when they grabbed the still heaving A by the shoulder, delivering heavy thumps to their back, like they weren't trying to resuscitate a baby, but turn it into minced meat. There was a weak whimper before A snapped awake, coughing violently as they flail their arms, struggling to sit up. 

         B helped their friend flip onto their side and sit up, uselessly cupping both hands under their mouth as they promptly emptied their stomach onto their own lap. It overflew almost instantly, the chunky heavy slurry pouring down their chin and pooling between their legs, ruining yet another piece of clothing.

         A was disoriented, their vision spun and they couldn't focus on anything besides the unrelenting stream of stomach contents pouring out of them, their abdominal muscles hurting mercilessly as they writhed, forcing more and more up. 

         B wasn't sure about what they were going to do as they reached out, gently landing a hand on A's slumped. back. They winced, startled by the sudden cold touch on their bare skin, and B pulled back, feeling the exact opposite.

         A whimpered as the ongoing stream thinned out, leaving them gagging graphically as the nausea refused to let up. They mumbled something unintelligible, their pupils peeking from the corners of their eyes, behind a curtain of matted hair dripping with sweat. Dense ropes of slimy vomit hung from their lips, their chin still coated with lumps that dragged down to their neck. They looked absolutely miserable, still dazed from the raging fever, but aware enough to start sobbing again, seeing the huge mess they had made.

         “No, no, no… it's okay”, B approached them carefully this time, using just their arms to hold A as their entire torso glistened with vomit.

         A whimpered miserably, shaking still, their hands completely covered in what looked like clumps of bread, bits of lettuce, and tomatoes, all tinged a sickly orange of last night's soup. They were so tempted to just flick them off but knew that once they started moving, it would be impossible to make them stop. B noticed and immediately brought out a towel, wrapping it around A's hands while shushing them.

         “It's okay, it's okay. No panicking. It's just a bit of vomit”, they reassured, wiping their hands while knowing very well it wasn't just a bit.

         A responded with a short burp and more wailing, their head dropping forward as nausea and fever still lingered, making them feel as if they were being constantly spun around. The very feeling of spinning on a chair then suddenly stopping, their shoulders locked as they anticipated the feeling, but it never came, instead, it kept swirling inside their belly. 

         “B…”, they murmured, the first whole word they were able to utter and it was their friend's name, in such a pitiful voice B bit their lip, trying to not cry too. "Gon…na..– mmmguh… again…"

         It was all they could muster before a harsh gag brought the taste of rot and acid to their tongue.

         “There's a bucket on the floor”, B blurted out and sat on their knees as they guided A to lean over the side of the bed. It was completely useless to try and use it now, but none of the two were thinking right.

         ”Gonna… fall…”, A mumbled, nausea slurring their words together. The fear of heights dawned on them as the gray carpet on the floor inched closer. They could faint just like that, but B held them firmly, one hand around their waist, still trying not to let themselves touch. When they spoke again, there was a clear alarm in their voice. “B, I'm gonna fall!”

         “You're not going to fall. I'm holding you, see? I've got you”, B promised, pulling them just slightly closer for confirmation. A trickle of saliva escaped A's lips, their half-lidded eyes lazily moving around. “Try to aim for the bucket, okay?”

         A nodded weakly, and leaned in forward with the help of B, parting their lips as they anticipated the uncomfortable heave of their stomach. They did their best to aim, but at that angle, it was nearly impossible not to miss.

         They clenched their eyes shut as they burped up a waterfall of now watered-down soup, remnants of the sickly sweet carrot porridge B had cooked for them still clinging to their palate.

         They gagged as the ongoing stream brought up more of the sandwich A had forced down, now in thick lumps incorporated into the mixture. They had to resist the urge to chew as vomit clogged their throat. Most of it had fallen by the side of the bucket rather than in it, but a small portion hit the bottom with a sickening splatter.

         “Shh… there you go”, B encouraged, rubbing up and down their back. “It's okay, just get it all out.”

         A mustered a final voluminous wave of thick orangish puke, missing the bucket by a lot as their eyes remained closed, but at least it was out of their system, and on their carpeted floor. They kept gagging over the mess, sure they were finally empty, their belly visibly deflated like it had been crushed.

         “You got… most of it. It's something, hah”, B attempted a little humor, but A just let out a miserable, letting themselves fall into B's chest. “D-Don't! Ah… sorry, I'm a little dirty.”

         “It's my fault anyway…”, A cried out, unphased by the sensation of B's skin sticking to them.

         “Shh…”, B rubbed their arm up and down, trying to support their shivering friend the best they could. “Take your time… We'll move to the shower whenever you're ready.”

         “Y-Yeah… Good idea”, A thanked weakly, closing their arms, and just trying to focus on B's cool breathing above them. It was hard not to fall asleep like that. 

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[trashyangelic]

𝟬𝟵𝟭𝟰𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯 : ᴍʟʙ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ ʀᴇᴏ̨ᴜᴇ𝙨ᴛ

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢs - Felinette, Chlogami sᴀʟᴛs - Lila Salt, Adrien Salt, Alya salt ʀᴇᴅᴇᴍᴘᴛɪᴏɴs - Chloe Redemption ᴏᴛʜᴇʀs - Marinette Protection Squad, Principal Damocles Bashing, Caline Bustier Bashing I just recently started to re-watching some gacha tubers videos. One of my favorited gacha tubers was 707 and Kawaii Ichigo-chan.

The protection squad for Marinette they are Felix Fathom, Kagami Tsurugi, Chloe Bourgeois, Alix Kubdel, Nino Lahiffe, Zoe Lee, Rose Lavillant, Juleka Couffaine, Aurore Beaureal, Mirelle Caquet, Marc Anciel, Nathaniel Kurtzberg, Claude Bellamy, Allegra Blanchet, and Allan Dubois.

Let's say Marinette is a huge fan of 707 & Kawaii Ichigo-chan gacha tubers. But what people doesn't know is that she writes the names of the people who hates the most to get killed by an evil spirit. She is more interested about 'Red Ink Curse' she has read this somewhere in the school library.

-- Her first target was Alya Cesaire since she never show proof which annoyed her.

-- Her second target was Adrien Agreste the one that showed her the true colors of Adrien being a bystander & enabler for bullies and not helping her at all. As she went as Ladybug to retrieve the Black Cat Miraculous from him he wasn't the true holder of Plagg it was actually his cousin Felix.

-- Her third target was Lila Rossi the girl who ruined her reputation and her life.

But she decided to give Gabriel a second chance by fixing the peacock miraculous and bringing back his wife back after the disappointment he got from Marinette's parents about Adrien's action towards her.

While Tikki made a reason with the spirit who had killed her targets. But made a promise not to go near her friends or family unless her miraculous holder had someone who wanted to cause her holder to be akumatized.

As soon as her targets were gone she is no more feels stress from them ever again. While Ms. Bustier and Damocles well they got fired from their job when Chloe send a report to the School Board about them.

#alya salt #lila salt #adrien salt #no lila rossi demption #marinette deserves better #marinette protection squad #chloe redemption #felinette #felix fathom #chlogami #kagami tsurugi #chloe bourgeois #bad teacher caline bustier #damocles salt #gabriel agreste redemption #emilie agreste lives

[sidgenokinkfest]

This is your friendly weekend reminder that SGKF works are due this month! There's still time to write the kinky fic of your dreams—peruse the prompts here!

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#sidgeno #sidgenokinkfest #sgkf2023

[absolutesort]

𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨   ;    ʙᴇᴀᴄʜ ʜᴜᴛ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ #4 !

who did you share a bed with last night ? how did you sleep ?

    “ i shared with miles. again. surprise surprise. ”  she’s fighting both a smile and the urge to roll her eyes.  “ we had a pretty steamy kiss on the terrace. and that meant that when we went to bed, things were... yeah, it kinda heated up. i got a bit excited and i had to make like, a pillow wall in the bed so we wouldn’t do anything. i know it probably doesn’t look like it, but i am trying to be good and respectful and keep everything above board. ”  although at this point, she’s not sure callie would give a shit about a pillow wall when she’s already fucking straddled him. and kissed him. and everyone in casa’s behaving like they’re basically a de facto couple now. yikes.

are you getting on with any of the bombshells ? who’s at the top of your list ?

   “  god ! a list. you sound like miles. ”  she snorts, and grabs at her bikini cups to cover any spillage.  “ i don’t really have a list. there’s obviously people i’m more drawn to than others. miles, adela and mali have put in the most effort with me, but with mali i think it’s becoming more of a friendship vibe. adela... i don’t know, we’ve always been flirty, but i thought it was in like a fun, jokey way, and then last night she said that thing about wanting to go somewhere together... i don’t know, maybe i should have said yes. but i don’t wanna fuck things with miles by exploring my options. i don’t know if he’d be cool with that, and i am starting to like, like-like him. ”  frankie mimes gagging on her fingers.  “ gross. ”

do you see yourself starting to focus on one person or are you still exploring ?

   “ miles is my priority right now. we’ve got insane chemistry, we can talk shit for hours, and he’s made it pretty obvious i’m the person he wants, so i feel like i should maybe put more effort in there. ”  although technically the bombshells are the ones meant to be doing the grafting, but still — couldn’t hurt to make him know his efforts are appreciated.  “ i feel like i’ve been playing pretty hard to get, and not really... giving him much to work with. so maybe today i’ll pull him for once. ” damn. she doesn’t even know how he takes his coffee. “ adela surprised me, though. the kiss with her was good and like... i think maybe she wants something with me. she flirts with everyone but that felt different. i’m not writing her off just yet. ” 

how was the beer pong game ? what was most memorable about it ?

   “ the most memorable part for me was how unbelievably crap everybody was. like, for a team of pretty athletic fucking people we sucked. everybody was taking L after L in that game. honestly, it was humbling. i still think it was rigged though. ”  frankie pauses for a moment, trying to remember if anything of note actually happened — aside from the terrible throws. “ dylan and phoebe kissed !  that was cute. i hope he drops naomi’s ass for her. i guess we’re like, friends or whatever now, but that girl is not loyal. ”

who did you vote for the hideaway ? why ?

   “ i voted for myself ! ” her hands snap over her face, laughing with the sheer embarrassment of it.  “ so cringe, but josh made me do it, gun to my head and everything. it felt fucking hilarious at the time, but now it feels like a dick move. i probably should have voted for dylan. ”  not that dylan would do anything anyway. he’s way too respectful to fuck someone in casa. is frankie that respectful, or would she let greed cloud her judgement ?  “ honestly, if i get it i’m not sure what i’d do. kinda shitting myself, actually. would miles expect me to go all the way ?  like on the outside, sure, we’d probably have fucked like ten times by now, but in here everything feels way more heavy. like a kiss in here is worth a thousand on the outside. ”

if you could have voted for a bombshell to go in the hideaway, who would you have voted for ?

   “ i guess i’d have voted for miles or adela. miles, because it would be nice to have a night alone without everyone fucking listening — presuming he’d pick me, lol, imagine if he chose someone else — and adela because she’s had a rough ride in here and i want her to get her ass ate. i don’t know who she’d pick. maybe josh, or dylan, or me. wow, that would’ve been such a bold move. i would’ve maybe voted mali, but apparently she’s already been laid ? so maybe someone else deserves a shot. and marcus and val clearly don’t need the hideaway, but i guess if they went it would give the rest of us some peace from the squeaky hinges and giggling... ”

what do you think the other villa would think of your actions in casa so far ?

   “ they’d probably have a warrant out for my death, actually. most of my close friends are in casa with me. i don’t think dylan’s exactly thrilled at the idea of me kissing someone else, so i’m guessing the other villa would be even less forgiving. ”  for a moment, she clams up, legs drawn up against her chest and her face sinking down into the valley between her knees.  “ this is actually a fucking horrible situation. i have no idea what i’m going to say to callie. i miss her so much. it feels like a part of me’s been sucked out and is like, there with her... maybe that sounds stupid considering everything that’s going on with miles. but i think you can really like two people at once. like, it’s not like you have to divide your heart up forty-sixty, or that there’s a certain amount of love you can give before it runs out. i think maybe i just love too much. ”

#crackon:prompt #now i have to do jude's. which i dont want to do. its gonna be so fucking sulky. god.

[circeislands]

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[vortex-detected]

~𝙺𝚊𝚒/𝚅𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚡'𝚜 𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝~

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ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ - ʙʟɪᴛᴢᴏ , ᴍ & ᴍ , ʟᴏᴏɴᴀ , ʙᴇᴇʟᴢᴇʙᴜʙ , ꜱᴛᴏʟᴀꜱ , ꜰɪᴢᴢᴀʀᴏʟʟɪ & ᴀꜱᴍᴏᴅᴇᴜꜱ / ᴄʜᴀʀʟᴇ , ᴠᴀɢɢɪᴇ , ᴀɴɢᴇʟ , ᴀʟᴀꜱᴛᴏʀ , ɴɪꜰᴛʏ , ᴠᴀʟᴇɴᴛɪɴᴏ, ᴠᴏx

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⋆｡‧₊°o ᴇxᴛʀᴀ ʟɪɴᴋꜱ ⋆ ᴅɪꜱᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇᴅ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ ♱ ᴄᴏʟʟᴀʙꜱ ♱ ꜰᴀᴠ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ

RULES + INFO : I currently write for these fandoms : Helluva Boss and Hazbin Hotel. I’m open to others! Just specify in your request, and I’ll look at it. All of my work on this account is SFW. Please don't request anything NSFW unless it's on my NSFW account. I write both romantic and platonic concepts with characters.

This is mainly a reader insert blog, but I don't mind being writing character x character fics if it's requested.

wip + MY OLD ACCOUNT : ROO-BI , WON'T WORK

#homepage #masterlist #will update

[sinfulsalutations]

Hi there! First off congratulations on 500 followers, you deserve it! Second of all I'm a huge fan of your writing and I think you're so talented! 💕💖 For the celebration could you please do 'Do you need a hug?' for Tech because the answer is yes my love deserves a hug 🥺

➼ ɴᴏᴜʀ'ꜱ 500 ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴄᴇʟᴇʙʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ

⋆ ★ ʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇꜱ!!! ꜱᴏʀʀʏ, ᴛʜɪꜱ ɢᴏᴛ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʙᴏʀᴅᴇʀʟɪɴᴇ ʜᴜʀᴛ/ᴄᴏᴍꜰᴏʀᴛ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪ’ᴍ ɪɴ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴏʟ ᴛᴇᴄʜ ᴍᴏᴏᴅ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ɴᴏᴡ, ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴇᴇᴍɪɴɢ ᴀꜱ ɪ ᴀᴍ ɪɴ ᴘᴇʀᴘᴇᴛᴜᴀʟ ᴀɢᴏɴʏ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴛʀᴇꜱꜱ ᴍᴏᴅᴇ ɪ ᴘʀᴏᴊᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ. ʜᴏᴘᴇ ᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ 😊

➼ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ ☆ “ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴀ ʜᴜɢ?”

➼ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ ☆ ᴛᴇᴄʜ x ɢɴ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

➼ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ☆ ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ, ʜᴜʀᴛ/ᴄᴏᴍꜰᴏʀᴛ, ʙᴜʀɴᴏᴜᴛ, ꜱʜᴏᴡᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ (ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴇxᴘʟɪᴄɪᴛ ɴᴏʀ ɢʀᴀᴘʜɪᴄ ᴅᴇꜱᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴘᴏʀᴛʀᴀʏᴇᴅ)

➼ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ ☆ 504

Your hands rock by your side aimlessly when you walk into the cockpit, eyes landing on Tech’s figure hunched over his datapad. He’s facing away from the window, his body entirely curled up into the back cushion of his chair, eyes glued to the screen like it’s the only thing keeping him alive.

The final puzzle piece clicks in as you lean in; he isn’t wearing his goggles. Messily tossed on the floor, the markings left are red and swollen over the skin around his eyes. You bite your lip, trying not to frown because you know he’s beginning to burn out, and the sight always breaks your heart.

“Tech?” You tilt your head, leaning in and placing a hand on the top of the chair. He cranes his neck up slowly like it hurts to do so. You shamefully frown empathically. “Are you alright?”

His only response is to blink and gaze away, his tongue swiping over his bottom lip. He’s somewhere deep in thought, it’s evident, but with the way he overly scrunches his eyebrows together, and his heavy breathing, there’s something more going on with him. Tech seems… stressed. Maybe even… upset.

“I’m fine, dear,” He finally responds to you, meeting your eyes again. You raise an eyebrow, pursing your lips before slowly maneuvering yourself toward him. You allow your hands to rest on his shoulders. Nimble thumbs swipe quickly over the junction and muscles there, pressing softly. An unintentional, garish sound chokes deep in his throat, and his head dips down.

“Do you need a hug?” You ask.

Immediately, the moment the offer is presented to him, he lunges forward with open arms and drags you down into him. His long limbs wrap around you like a warm, loving blanket, even better without his armor on, just his blacks. Your hands encircle his waist after a long moment, nuzzling your face into his neck and planting a sloppy, closed-mouth kiss there, before leaning up again.

“What’s on your mind, dear?”

Again, he takes a long moment to respond.

“...Would you join me in the shower?”

You nod, pulling away. Your arms slip away from their place on his waist to instead cup his face, drifting your fingers over the goggle markings softly, and he hums with the touch. You know this ask from him is a way to say he needs a break, some sort of day off. Time with his lovely, lovely partner.

So you provide it. Slowly, you guide him to the `fresher, sit him down on the toilet seat and peel his clothes off delicately, wait for the water to turn warm before holding both his hands in yours, coaxing him inside.

Tech groans pleasantly and his head falls into your neck again, holding your hips as he savors the warm water. You allow him to lean on you and take anything he wants, as long as you know that he’s regaining his energy and strength.

“Thank you,” He whispers, and you smile.

“Anything for you, love.”

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[plenilunaris]

This is an independent, low activity Robin blog from Honkai Star Rail. Dark and triggering themes are highly likely to occur. My portrayal takes creative liberties based on the presented canon and until more information is released about Robin, everything is heavily headcanon-bound. Keep in mind that changes may or may not occur. Given that HSR is an ingoing game, spoilers will be present here. Established in February 1Oth, 2O24.

       ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴs     ✧     ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛs    ✧     ʀᴇғʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ     ✧     ɪɴ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ

ONE. I go by Lyria and I'm a 25+ year old student. My first language isn't English so if you were to find any mistakes I can possibly make, feel free to drop by and tell me. This blog is a low activity RP blog of Robin of Honkai Star Rail, heavily headcanon based on canon factors and bound to change as the story progresses. Furthermore, the blog is not affiliated with the fandom, meaning that what the fandom where my muse belongs does doesn't represent me. Until further notice, this blog is on semi-hiatus indefinitely. Established in February 1Oth, 2O24.

TWO. I tend to write more multi-paras or novellas more than one-liners, or unique paras. This said, at times I might be posting one-liner calls to break the ice and reach out to more people to interact with! I'm aware that some people struggle by wanting to match the length of the reply, just know that there's no need to match the length of my replies! I admit that I tend to write a lot, but don't let that be an issue to you. If anything, as long as you write enough to have something to work with, that's enough.

THREE. For comfort reasons, this blog is highly selective and private. I will not follow first save for exceptions. However, if I receive asks about the game or headcanons, this is not a requirement. Sometimes it takes me a lot until I follow back. If you see that it’s taking me a while or I’m not following back, I have nothing against you. Do not expect me to agree with everything that’s reblogged under any circumstances nor expect me to feel offended by something that makes you feel that way. If I see any behavior that translates into guilt tripping or any similar attitude for not thinking the same, it will earn an instant unfollow Reciprocity goes a long way. I’m a very patient person, and I understand that life obligations make it harder to dedicate time to what I believe is a hobby. That’s why I think that are more indicators of interest than those related to direct RP interactions between our muses, such as liking posts be it OOC, headcanons, etc. If I see that months pass without any of this happening, it is likely that I will unfollow as I’m not comfortable with the sensation of follow for follow. If I follow you, it’s because I interact with you.

FOUR. Godmod and infomod unless we’re talking about a pre-established thread is a no. Please, don’t do that. If I don’t reply to a meme or a thread, there’s a chance that Tumblr ate asks (which happened to me twice by now, hopefully it won’t happen again) or that I forgot in case of the threads. Coming to me and asking doesn’t hurt, but I’d be grateful if you don’t pester me for responses. If you send a meme ask and you want to make it into a thread, you're more than welcome to do so! In the event you'd like to plot something out before doing that, feel free to drop by my IMs or asks and we'll discuss something out.

FIVE. In terms of exclusivity, I used to practise one-sided exclusivity with me only adhering to the portrayal of the person I’m shipping our muses with and say that the other person can ship with someone else’s portrayals of the same muse as I write without a problem which I’ll still be implementing. However, it’d be wrong of me not to admit that it’d be nice that if we’re shipping our muses, that said exclusivity is reciprocated if possible. Regarding smut content, it'll be tagged with a plain #nsfw tag. It won't be put under read more, but rest assured that R18 visual imagery won't be used, only writing.

SIX. Blog roll: @reginrokkr.

SEVEN. Art credit.

#// ooc. #// pinned post. #// do not interact.

[mccncutter]

 💭 + hobbies

| | |  @yuzustwin  | | |   ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ:   ᴀᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛɪɴɢ   !

          Ichigo has a bunch of hobbies,   but none that he’s fully invested himself in because his busy schedule of schooling,  working,  and hollow fighting.   He loves music a lot,  so he tried to learn how to play guitar for awhile when he was younger.  The twins eventually complained about his terrible playing,  and even worse singing.  So that hobby was kinda dropped.

          Ichigo’s biggest hobby,   the one he puts the most time and energy into,   is poetry.   He loves reading poetry,   and even more writing it.   This hobby started from being shown Shakespeare at a young age by his mom,   who also grew to love the arts and poetry.   Maybe that’s why he’s held on so strongly to this hobby and never let it go ???

                                                      It makes him feel closer to her ...

#♚ ASK: Ｓｔｒａｎｇｅ． Ｔｈｅ Ｐｏｗｅｒ Ｏｆ Ａ Ｑｕｅｓｔｉｏｎ． #♚ PROMPT: Ｉ Ｂｅｌｉｅｖｅ Ｔｈｅ Ｗｏｒｌｄ Ｉｓ Ｆｕｌｌ Ｏｆ Ｄａｎｇｅｒ． Ｉ Ｗａｎｔ Ｔｏ Ｐｒｏｔｅｃｔ Ｙｏｕ Ｆｒｏｍ Ｉｔ． #♚ ABOUT: Ｉ Ａｍ Ｔｈｅ Ｓｕｎ Ｗａｉｔｉｎｇ Ｔｏ Ｒｉｓｅ． Ｈｏｐｉｎｇ Ｔｏ Ｄｉｍ Ａ Ｌｉｔｔｌｅ Ｍｏｒｅ Ｕｎａｐｏｌｏｇｅｔｉｃａｌｌｙ． #yuzustwin #me: thanks esme for sending a non angsty one !! #me: *makes it angsty* #://////

[danafeelingsick]

ɴᴏᴠᴇᴍᴇᴛᴏʙᴇʀ 2022

@monthofsick

ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ ʟɪsᴛ | AO3 ᴄᴏʟʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ | ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ

ᴅᴀʏ 18: Arguments don't help a fever

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 1,2k~

18 for kaeya

ᴀ/ɴ not sure if i really nailed the argument part. this... kinda turned out as a reskin of that day 13 with hu tao, but once i started writing this i couldn't stop. also jean 😳

TW EMETO

Kaeya distractedly fanned himself as he leafed through the wad of unimportant documents, giving each paragraph barely a second of his time before he jumped to the next. Bored out of his skull and already strapped for time, the fact he was even bothering to skim through them was a test of his patience.

It had to be the unusual heat thinning his goodwill. Jean had graciously lent him her office as she went to care for matters outside of the headquarters' walls. It had to be better than the mind-numbing paperwork in that awfully hot room. The air was stuffy, almost stale, burning his skin upon contact, and somehow he could still feel himself shiver.

Sometimes Kaeya deeply regretted not being ruder whenever he told people no.

“My head hurts…”, the captain murmured to himself, unceremoniously dropping the papers on the desk.

Sighing, he pressed a palm over his forehead, calling to the power of his cryo vision. A faint glow sprouted from the tip of his fingers, but it was muffled as it landed on his warm skin, sending momentary shivers creeping across his body. The cold touch barely lasted before he felt his temperature spike again, the fire of his skin nearly sizzling against his frost.

“Ugh”, he groaned annoyedly. This couldn't be happening, he couldn't be getting feverish now, in the middle of work. He had been doing so well.

There was an annoying pressure building up behind his eyes, but the brief relief of his cryo did nothing for it. A headache was normal once in a while, but this time it felt like the start of a familiar migraine, one he knew would be bothering him for the rest of his working hours.

The cavalry captain brought a finger to his collar, pulling it to make room for his tight throat. The sharp protrusion there traveled up and down as he swallowed, trying to curb the growing nausea slowly taking hold of his senses. That was all in a day's work, of course, the heat was the only thing new.

Kaeya let out a tired sigh, resting the back of his hand against his burning forehead. It only took a slip for him to end up freezing his own skin, the elements were more commonly bent for combat, after all, he had only known that use for a long time. The shine coming from his digits grew as he trailed down to his neck, feeling beads of sweat turn cold as he went down to his chest, holding his palm there for a moment.

He should've called in sick early this morning, but Kaeya was a prideful man, he thought he had control over the inner workings of his body, like his fever would just evaporate because he wanted it to. Not like it had ever worked before.

The cavalry captain groaned, letting himself slump as he held his head by the elbow, a palm still firmly pressed to his forehead. It was getting late and he hadn't gotten anything done, if his luck had been any worse…

A faint knock at the door put him on high alert, and hurriedly, he sat up straight, snuffing out the cold glow of his vision. A mistake he promptly regretted as the change in temperature hit him all at once.

“Just great…”, he grumbled, his heart beating faster as he started breathing heavily. He had to swallow before he tried to speak, struggling to put his usual carefree tone in it. “Come in, don't be shy.”

The door crept open as the grand master entered her office, his worst fear in her hands, another stack of paperwork. Kaeya greeted her with a nod, trying to look busy as he reorganized the documents on his desk.

“I'm sorry, something came up”, she apologized first, dumping the new workload in front of him and taking a small break to fix the hair falling on her eyes.

“Hello to you too”, he almost grunted but held back his distaste as he took the first document at the top of the stack. His hands were shaking noticeably, instinctively he pulled back, joining them over his chest.

“Ah, sorry, hello. How's your day going?”, Jean apologized one more time, she looked as tired as him, but not as sickly. Her eyes landed on his face, noting the sheen of sweat covering his forehead and the paleness of his lips. “Not well, it seems.”

“Busy, but sounds like it's going better than yours”, he responded, taken aback by her bluntness. Was she onto him?

“I wouldn't say that. But, well, busy too”, Jean responded with a shrug, realizing she had been staring him down and looked away. "I just managed to take a break. Haven't even stopped for lunch yet.”

“Well, me neither”, the captain swallowed, thinking of his stomach in tight knots.

“Oh, would you like me to bring you something?”, she asked, peering into his face with a certain curiosity.

She was onto him, Kaeya realized, suddenly lightheaded, he couldn't focus on Jean's face. He felt like he was being cooked alive like his skin was on fire, he couldn't take it.

“No, I…”, he stammered, his normally sharp tongue tying itself in a knot. “...haven't felt hungry all day.”

“That doesn't sound like you”, Jean commented, taking a step closer, and Kaeya could've sworn a gust of hot wind followed her action. “Are you okay? You look pale.”

“I… yeah, I'm fine. It must be the uh, lights”, he tried, but Jean caught him by surprise, putting a hand to his forehead and frowning as she felt the undeniable heat coming from his skin. “I swear I'm–”

“Don't”, she said softly, pulling back, but still peering at him. “You're not okay…”

“I… am… I can work, I swear”, Kaeya started, but he could tell he was slurring heavily as the words practically dribble out of his mouth, followed by a trickle of saliva. “Fuck…”

Jean widened her eyes as she heard him swear, while it was an event in itself, Kaeya rarely lost his composure, she was more worried about the sudden green hue his face took.

“Do you feel like you're going to be sick?”, she asked, right on the money when Kaeya's chest jolted with a muffled hiccup. She didn't wait for his confirmation to snatch the small trash can she knew to be under her table, filled with crumpled papers. “Go on, in the bin.”

In his feverish haze, Kaeya didn't know where to look, but suddenly found himself being led to the side, while a container waited right under his chin. She must've known before him, Kaeya didn't realize he was going to be sick until he was heaving weakly, his breath hitching as he failed to properly control it.

Kaeya gave a shallow, almost soft-sounding retch before a gush of watery puke shot out of him. Most of it landed over the crumpled documents, but it didn't mean Jean's hands weren't sprayed by the sudden violent torrent of sick. The captain pulled back, trying to catch some air, but quickly dove back down, his shoulders jumping as he let out another gurgling wave of runny vomit.

“It's okay”, Jean reassured, not even paying attention to her dirty hand. The other moved back onto his shoulder, pulling his long ponytail away from the mess he was producing. “You'll be fine.”

Kaeya coughed wetly into the can, spitting out that burning taste of his tongue as he slowly raised his eyes, finding Jean's reassuring smile plastered under deeply worried eyes.

“Did you get everything out?”, she asked.

“Yeah…”, he responded simply, sniffling. “Sorry, I… don't know what came over me.”

#novemetober 2022 #nov(emeto)ber 2022 #emeto #vomiting #tw vomit #gen/shin imp/act #genshin emeto #tw emeto #sickfic prompts #kae/ya gen/shin imp/act #je/an gen/shin imp/act #fever whump #dizziness #nausea #dana//emeto fic #my writing