#//Aaaah.. it still makes my heart hurt

[hopelesslygaysstuff]

Hi, my mind can't stop with the idea of mommy Wanda trying to get reader of the bed to start doing their daily tasks. Its a torturing cold morning, reader pretends they are still sleeping, Wanda in a rush to get things done, she tries like three times saying to Reader get up but she loses her patience with this silly brat attitude. She sits in the bed trying to pull blanket off R but ofc the freezing air hits R's skin. Reader make a brat noise and throw a pillow but not thinking Wanda was too close it hits her face. No escape from now, she just says "you are being very agressive with me, sweetheart." R know it didn't hurt her but it is the end of this playing.

At the end, reader won't leave the warm bed after all, but not because they wanted, but bc Wanda would make sure to ruin reader until not being able to do that.

🫠🫠🫠 please can you use your writing super power skills to write it better? 😭😭 plsss pretty plsss I need more of this thoughts 🙏

(Gif that is not mine but I can't stop thinking😭😭)

omg mean Mommy Wanda overstimulating you because you wanted to act all tough with her... she absolutely would do this!!!

"Sweetheart, its time to get up," Wanda says, her low voice washing over you.

You can hear her moving around the room, and bury your head further under the thick comforter you'd wrapped around yourself. The tip of your nose is cold, the chilly air moving against the exposed skin of your cheeks. The bed was so... fucking... warm...

"I know you heard me, I want you out of this bed by the time I'm done with my makeup."

"Mmmphhh," you manage, feeling drowsiness take over your mind. A tendril of excitement appeared, and you bit your lip to hide a small smile as a plan started to form.

It was perfect. Wanda had been edging you for a few days now, and you were sure that she'd lose her patience to edge you if you were a brat. If you played your cards right, you were sure that you could get her to make you orgasm by the end of the day, and put a stop to the endless torture that was edging.

"What did I say," Wanda mumbles, having emerged from the bathroom. You barely hear her, your heart thumping in excitement. Then, it starts beating entirely too fast as Wanda rips the blanket away from you, exposing your heated skin to the frigid air of the room.

"No, aaaah fucking- goddamn it," you say, a few more curse words emerging as you fling your pillow in the direction of Wanda. It hits her square in the head, and you feel your eyes widen when she pins you with a look.

"You are being very aggressive with me, sweetheart."

"I'm sorry I-"

"No," Wanda says, her tone hard. "You wanted to stay in bed? Fine, but you're not leaving until I think you've learned your lesson. Understand?"

You don't understand, but nod anyways. It can't be that bad, right?

---

Wanda smirks down at you, your eyes glazed and unfocused. You can hear her start the shower, a mix of lube and cum dripping down your inner thighs. Her scarlet dildo and favorite vibrator are placed next to you on the bed, smelling like you as you tremble from the aftershocks of your multiple orgasms.

You can't even remember how many it was, your brain fuzzy and limbs limp as Wanda begins murmuring into your ear while she helps you towards the shower.

"Is that what you wanted? You wanted Mommy to fuck you until you're all braindead for me? I hope you enjoyed the orgasms, sweetheart, because you won't be cumming for a long time. I hope it was worth it."

[urfriendlywriter]

'Exes to Lovers' prompts aaaah :

(feel free to use | also YALL GOTTA WRITE AND TAG ME. 8, 15, 19???? 20 and 25TH AHHHHH.)

glancing when the other isn't looking

not being able to hold their eye.

walking into them after years or months and realising, nothing has changed.

"wanna.. meet up for uhm some coffee later this week?"

realising how much you admire each other

getting too close to one another and fumbling away.

being pushed onto them in a crowd. and they're as warm as they were. AHHH

a brush of their fingers over yours. that small glance.

them shielding you from the crowd in an elevator (kdrama vibes aaah)

doing something you both used to do together. (like dancing, karaoke, baking, movie nights, getting coffee together etc)

laughing comes so easily with them. them knowing how to make u feel at ease >>>>

wondering if another step is taken it'll end up the way it was--broken.

"I've.. always missed you."

being so close to kissing. but saying, "I'm sorry." while still leaning in. "im so so sorry, i can't do this-" and then leaving.

"am i reading this wrong? if I'm.. push me away." WHILE BEING SO CLOSE, NOSES TOUCHING, eyes all over your LIPS AND SHI. AHHH.

"i don't want to lose you again, [name]. it hurt too much the first time and i was a coward for letting you go like that."

holding hands. trying to let go, but they gently squeeze it tighter.

falling back in love with how it feels to be around them first before u fall in ♡ w them.

"how can i ask you to stay tonight?" as a whisper, as a silent plead, or as a clingy tug.

"don't leave me alone." "i won't, love. not this time. never again."

the yearning gazes, lying near each other. just looking into each other's eyes.

"I've missed," they say pulling you closer, "everything about you."

"i didn't know how i feel yet. for you. for.. this."

^ "but..?" "but I'd like to listen to my heart. that's asking me to stay..."

kissing while crying?? just. gasping for more, fitting right between their arms and loving it???? ahhhh :'((

[tenderleavesbob]

Hi!! Anon from before, I meant the fic where the chain see each other again but Wild is missing/not there yet :) sorry for the confusion

Aaaah. That makes more sense! This fic. Here you go!

When their adventure ended and Warriors returned to his life as Captain Link, he accepted that it was the end of their time together. He felt blessed as it was to have the opportunity to not only see Tune and Mask again but to fight alongside the new heroes. He didn't expect to receive such a blessing again.

He stepped out of the portal and into preparations for a new war.

The breaking of Ganon's bindings had left them fragile. Even with the Master Sword sealing him back in his prison, no one expected them to hold Ganon for long. They needed to prepare for the new battle.

Impa introduced him to their new weapons. Rather than fighting another war and sacrificing their people to Ganon's madness, they would create divine beasts to join their hero and Hylia's daughter into battle.

"It was a good idea," Warriors admitted, rubbing his chest. "We underestimated him, though. He didn't have the Triforce anymore, but he was still empowered by it." He grimaced. "He was also mad as hell."

Wind pressed against his side. It was still strange to see Wind as tall as him. Wind showed him what he had actually looked like when he died, and Warriors cried at how old and strong his boy looked. He was still crying as Wind scolded him for dying so young.

"It almost worked, but we relied too much on him being similar to how he was before," Warriors said.

Legend tsked at him and shook his head. "Amateur mistake."

"Leg!" Twilight hissed.

Warriors grinned at him. "He's right. It was." He tapped his chest. "This time, it did cost me my life. I won, but no one expected..." He waved his hand vaguely. "Whatever that was. It was nasty. Took all of my power to take it out."

"His Malice," Twilight said. He frowned. "Wild mentioned it."

Warriors shrugged. "It certainly kicked my ass."

Time leaned against him from his other side. Spirits shouldn't have weight, but Time did. A dead man shouldn't be warm, but he was. He was comforting and smelled like the forest around them. "If I'm right about the timeline, it'll be a long time before we see Wild. Your sacrifice will keep Ganon at bay for a long time."

Warriors hummed and didn't respond. They all knew enough about Wild's timeline to know how that would go. He just hadn't realized that he was the hero right before Wild. He had hoped that he would be able to change it, even if it messed up the timeline again. Better prepare them after they used the Divine Beasts.

Twilight kicked Warriors's shin. It didn't really hurt. Nothing did anymore. Warriors still yelped. "I see ya thinking. Knock it off."

Legend grinned. "Don't tell him to knock it off. He'll never be able to start up again!"

Everyone started laughing again. Time kept his hand pressed over Warriors's heart.

His death had been immediate. He had seen the death blow but hadn't felt a thing.

"So now what?" Warriors asked.

Hyrule plopped beside Legend with Four right behind them. Their chain wasn't complete yet. It wouldn't be for centuries. It was nice, though, for all of them to sit together like this, safe within the Great Deku Tree's forest. The forest spirits laughed and chattered around them, and Hyrule resembled them as he offered them the fruit he and Four had gathered. "Now we eat!" he chirped.

"And wait," Four added, passing some of the fruit to Wind and Warriors. "We did our time."

"Sorta," Twilight said drolly. Time snickered.

They didn't need to eat, but the fruits of this forest were good for more than mortal sustenance.

Sky watched all of them quietly, a content smile on his face. In death, he glowed even brighter than life. Under the shadow of the trees, he shone like their own sun. "We're together," he said simply. "We'll watch over Hyrule the best we can and support Wild when it's his turn. For now..." He accepted a golden apple from Hyrule. "We eat!"

"Do you think we could make beer from this?" Twilight mused.

"Or wine?" Warriors offered.

That started everyone off again, including cheers when Wind reported that he knew how to make moonshine. Warriors watched his brothers, far more content in death than he ever expected.

For now, no more battles.

For now, they could rest.

And eat.

[shitouttabuck]

playing with the hair and "you sure this is ok" sounds so soft aaaah I hope you'll find inspiration, I love your writing

got a little sappy with this <3

bed-sharing prompts: person A idly playing with person B’s hair while they’re asleep + “you sure this is okay?”

the sound of love astounds me

Eddie’s man-behind today. Bobby tries to be fair with it, not constantly relegating the probies to the job no one really wants, and today it’s Eddie’s turn again.

He’s grateful for it—he slept badly last night, and that’s probably why Bobby made him stay behind in the first place, taking pity on his dragging feet and muffled yawns not one hour into their shift.

They’re past the 18-hour mark now, late night blanketing the firehouse in a thick, heavy quiet. The rest of them have been out on a call for a while, a three-alarm factory fire at the edge of their jurisdiction. Eddie’s itchy about it, always is when it’s a more serious call and he’s not there alongside his team. Not there alongside his partner.

Buck’s a big boy, and Eddie knows, he knows him not being there isn’t going to unbalance the dynamic of their team so dramatically something goes wrong, but. He’s supposed to have Buck’s back, and as much as he trusts the rest of the 118—with his life—no one else is Buck’s partner. Not the way Eddie is.

The sound of the engine backing into the station catches his attention and he gets up from the couch, leaning over the loft railing as everyone stumbles out the rig, sooty and sleepy. Hen looks up and gives him a tired smile, Chim bumping into her shoulder as he blows Eddie a kiss before heading to the showers.

Buck’s last out the engine, exhaustion written into the slump of his body. He doesn’t look up at Eddie, seemingly lost in his own thoughts as he shuffles slowly after everyone else.

Eddie reheats dinner, serving it all up just as the rest of his team flops into chairs around the dining table. Still no Buck.

“Did you cook this?” Ravi asks, poking suspiciously at the casserole with a fork.

“I’ve made my peace with food poisoning, I’m so fucking hungry,” Chim says, mouth already full.

“Hey,” Eddie protests mildly. “I followed Bobby’s recipe exactly.”

“Really?” Bobby asks, examining his own plate in surprise. “Oh, uh, no, of course. Looks good, Eddie, thank you.” He takes a very deliberate bite, making a big show of chewing amidst noises of approval.

Eddie sighs and turns to Hen. “Where’s Buck?”

“Still showering,” she tells him. “Rough one today.”

Eddie’s heart sinks. “Did you lose someone?”

Hen shakes her head, setting down her fork. “No, no—sorry, didn’t mean it like that. He got stuck carrying two guys out on his own, though. And one of them was in pretty bad shape. Think his whole body is feeling kinda tender.”

“Oh,” Eddie blows out a relieved breath. “Okay.” He smacks Chim’s hand away from the last corner of the casserole. “That’s for Buck. You can have some more garlic bread.”

Chimney pouts at him, and Eddie ignores it in favour of covering the casserole dish and sticking it back in the oven to keep warm.

One by one, everyone wanders to the bunks, drained from the day. Eddie hangs behind, clearing up the kitchen and waiting for Buck to show up. There’s no sign of him by the time the counters are sparkling, so he flops back down on the couch with his book. If it’d been a bad call… Eddie’d like to think he knows what Buck needs, usually. And sometimes that’s just a minute to decompress by himself, washing off a weight of weariness rather than an intangible hurt.

Sure enough, he hears the quiet padding of Buck’s footsteps come up the stairs not much later. Eddie cranes his head over the back of the couch, smiling upside-down and wonky when Buck comes over.

“Hey,” he says. “You okay?”

“Mm,” Buck hums. His eyes are droopy with exhaustion, cheeks ruddy from being under the hot spray of the shower for so long.

“Dinner’s in the oven,” Eddie tells him.

Buck exhales heavily, giving him a small smile. “Not so hungry.”

“Sleep, then,” Eddie says, nodding in the direction of the bunks.

Buck grimaces. “Everything aches.”

“All the more reason to sleep,” Eddie presses.

Buck looks at him, blinking tiredly. “Okay,” he says, suddenly amenable, rounding the couch and climbing onto it. He drapes himself across it, settling on his back and shoving his head into Eddie’s lap with a contented sigh. Eddie sits frozen, book in one hand and the other hovering over Buck’s chest.

Buck cracks open one eye to look up at him consideringly. Eddie smiles down at him automatically, can’t really help himself, and gently lowers his forearm to rest across Buck’s broad chest.

“This okay?” Buck asks, slightest note of hesitancy in his voice.

“Better if you were asleep,” Eddie says, flipping the page of his book. He lets the hand curled around Buck’s torso squeeze gently, reassuringly, even as he goes back to reading.

Buck huffs an amused breath, wriggling a little as he settles more firmly in Eddie’s lap, turning his head to get comfortable. This angles his face so that it’s basically pressed into Eddie’s crotch, tip of his nose brushing the fly seam of Eddie’s pants.

Eddie swallows, positioning his book a little higher to cover any change in expression his face might betray, because—it’s Buck, and this isn’t sexual, but God, Eddie hasn’t had this kind of intimacy in his life in a while. He’s less worried about popping a boner from his best friend’s face so close to his dick and more concerned Buck’ll take one look at him and know just how badly Eddie wants him this close, all of the time.

Whatever. If everyone had a friend like Buck, everyone would be a little insane about loving him this much, too. It’s not an Eddie thing, it’s a Buck thing.

Buck’s breathing evens out, deep and steady, and Eddie reads until the words start swimming on the page. He yawns, putting the book down and wondering if he can catch some sleep like this, because he’d rather be trapped on a desert island with his parents than wake Buck up right now.

Buck’s snoring lightly, warm puffs of breath Eddie can feel even through the fabric of his pants. His hair is curling messily from his shower and—there are bits of… something in it? Eddie sighs, knowing Buck probably just zoned out under the spray for half an hour without actually scrubbing his hair at all.

He runs his fingers through Buck’s hair, dislodging flecks of indiscernible airborne debris from the fire. He cards through more purposefully, combing it out as best he can and scratching his nails gently against Buck’s scalp.

Buck murmurs, nuzzling into Eddie. The hand closest to the back of the couch scuffles along the cushion till it finds Eddie’s, wrapping around it and tugging it to his chest with such strength Eddie blinks in surprise, astonished that he’s still asleep.

Eddie goes back to sorting through Buck’s hair one-handed, discarding tiny pieces of detritus lodged in his curls. He gets a little lost in it, something calm and hypnotic about the repetitive motions: stroking, cleaning, brushing through, over and over and over.

He’s startled from it when someone clears their throat softly. He just about manages not to jerk in his surprise, and Buck remains slumbering peacefully. Hen’s standing a few feet from the couch, eyebrow cocked and mouth quirked with amusement.

“There a reason you’re grooming Buck like a monkey picking nits off her baby?” she whispers.

Eddie flushes, removing his hand from Buck’s curls. “He has a bunch of shit in his hair from the fire,” he says defensively.

Hen bites down on her smile. “Okay, okay,” she says soothingly, like she’s talking to a spooked horse. “He forget to actually wash it during the longest shower known to man?”

Eddie sighs, fingers resuming running through Buck’s hair almost unconsciously. “You know how he gets when he’s this tired.”

Hen hums, and Eddie looks up at her again. “Why’re you up? Can’t sleep?”

She shakes her head, inclining it towards the bathrooms. “Just needed the toilet.” She makes as if to head back down, then pauses, looking at him assessingly.

“What?” Eddie asks.

“Nothing,” she shakes her head again, smiling softly. “Just—I don’t think there’s anyone other than Karen and Denny whose hair I’d pick through voluntarily. And any other kids of mine, I guess. Family.” With that, she turns and disappears down the stairs.

Eddie swallows. He looks down: Buck, face pressed into Eddie’s stomach; Buck, hand clutching Eddie’s arm to his chest; Buck, curls wild and springy from where Eddie’s been running his fingers through them, cleaning him, grooming him, taking care of him. Hen’s not dropped a bomb of any sort on Eddie; Buck’s his family, he knows that, Buck knows that, he’s fairly sure anyone who’s ever met them knows that.

But he thinks yeah, there isn’t anyone other than Chris and Buck whose hair he’d pick through like this. And maybe that’s a different, more specific kind of family than he or anyone else realised. Maybe that’s a different, more specific kind of love.

Buck snuffles discontentedly in his lap and Eddie scratches his scalp soothingly, heart settling as Buck settles.

So maybe the reason Eddie wants him close all the time is slightly different to what he thought. This remains true: if everyone had a friend like Buck, everyone would be a little insane about loving him this much. That’s a Buck thing. But maybe, if he’s open to it, Eddie can make loving him this much, every day and in every way, an Eddie thing and exclusively an Eddie thing.

Buck shifts on the couch, tugging Eddie’s arm a little higher up on his chest, and Eddie splays his palm over Buck’s heart, feeling the steady thump.

When Bobby wakes them both for breakfast hours later, Eddie leans against the table to stretch the crick in his neck from sleeping sitting up. Behind him, Buck reaches a large hand out to massage the junction of his shoulder gently, and Eddie melts into his touch.

“Would you pick nits out of my hair?” he asks before his brain comes fully online.

“Sure,” Buck says, not missing a beat. “D’you have lice?” He leans forward to inspect Eddie’s hair and Eddie swats him away.

“No,” he says, slightly offended. “I do not have lice. Just—hypothetically.”

Buck yawns. “’Course, Eds,” he says. “Your lice are my lice, and all that.” He serves himself a heaping of scrambled eggs and ambles off to the kitchen to grab orange juice from the fridge.

And maybe Buck is just the kind of person who, unlike Eddie and Hen, would comb through anyone’s nasty hair. But your lice are my lice is more romantic than anything Eddie’s ever heard, even in his own wedding vows, and when Buck knocks his knee against Eddie’s under the table before stealing a bite of hash brown, Eddie thinks maybe this love between them is equally cared for, a two-way street in every sense of it, a Buck-and-Eddie thing.

(more bed-sharing prompts)

[dropthedemiurge]

Some language comments for Gray Shelter [Episode 5], just like I promised!

"Do whatever/however you want to. (literally: 'Do it the way your heart desires') You do things how you want to anyway."

"I'm sorry" - the translation is correct, it's just it's funny how Yoondae's level of apology to his friend he just lashed out at last time + he wants to ask him for HELP, and all he says is: 미안 (mian). The most informal and short way of apologizing possible. He's so teenager-minded still.

Even when he asks "Can I leave my stuff in your dad's warehouse?" it comes out grammatically more of a demand, like 'Let me do that'. Yoondae is talking like someone who has a lot of walls and doesn't reach out to people, he doesn't talk kindly but he's honest and straightforward and he cries easily but he's very angry about it.

I especially love his facial expression, even when he's at his most miserable, he'll make it everyone else's problem, as if being pitiful is the worst thing that could happen to him. "I have no one else I could ask for help but you >:(("

Fun fact about Korean's sentence structure, when you quote someone or express your thoughts, you put your sentence this way: "quoted phrase" and then + "that's what they said/what i thought/etc". So oftentimes, I see Kdramas use that trick when characters say a phrase... and then take it back with "that's someone else's thoughts" or "that's what you thought I'd say, right? LMAO". It's funny how the translators' way of transferring this was using the word "Sike!" xD

"It wasn't a mistake to me." "If it wasn't a mistake, then [what]? Since you started talking [about it], let me ask you. So what if it wasn't a mistake? What do you want to achieve with me?" "Can I do anything about it? In the past or now, you're the one who runs away and avoids me. I asked you, can I make a decision (do I have any choices)?" "You made the move but you want me to decide? Fine, then. Let sleep together once and end it once and for all. Go wash up first. I don't have time, I only left office for a short time."

The way they both care about each other but their dialogues and words are very sharp and bitter almost all the time, especially here, aaaah. That's the contrast that hooked me for all these 5 episodes. Soohyuk doesn't swear but he's talking to Yoondae very harshly and emotionless here, and for Yoondae harsh talk is the default, it's like Soohyuk is lowering his manners to talk on his level, to provoke him (or maybe that's also how he distances himself from the discovery that Yoondae has feelings for him).

And Yoondae is holding back his frustration and tears, but he understands the way such words were aimed to hurt him, so instead of lashing out back at Soohyuk, as he probably wants him to, he swallows and unusually calmly, almost softly says: "Let's talk when you can be honest. Because I will shut up and wait for you."

And it makes Soohyuk stand there in shock and contemplate.

I'll add next scenes in READ MORE since this post is getting long!

Here's the moment when the boss asks their youngest employee to write something more 'trendy' for their marketing text xD It's very true that trends in Korea come and go very quickly, they also love to invent new terms and phrases all the time. Like "MZ slang", there are many phrases, and the one trendy phrase the boss uses as the example is 킹받네 (king-pad-nae) which literally written as 'receive the king' but means "I got angry" - but with a teasing/playful subtext, like friends could say each other 'ah you're so cute, it makes me angry'.

If I'm not wrong, this phrase was widely used like 1-2 years ago and not really in its trendy peak as well right now but kudos to boss to even learning it xD And it's funny how translator chose to (I assume) use "[living in my head] rent-free" phrase as a substitute. Another fun fact, they ended up using some trendy lingo in their ad that translator gave us as "no cap!" but that part of phone msg was so blurry, I couldn't see which exact Korean phrase they ended up using x)

"Hyung, if you have any ask for help, say so. For you, 2 million... No, I'll try to give you until 3 million won in any way."

Can I just say that we had this character for one moment and I'm so not ready to let him go, I want Jeongwan to have his own storyline and everything and he's too sweet and also caring for strangers/his colleagues, and so he stole the spotlight for me xD

Yoondae said there's no food at home. But also, as you can see, there is: beer, water, rice that you can cook in the microwave, kimchi for a side dish and some other microwaved food. According to my Korean friends, typical Korean person (poor like student) can survive if they have rice, kimchi and also ramyeon. That's their the most basic food. Just a fun fact. xD

Also he was on his third can of beer, and he already made a drunken longing call on the verge of tears to Soohyuk, lying about being hurt and bringing trouble just so he'd return home. "Is that okay with you?" - just shoot me, please. :')

"I called [the cleaning service/you] to tell you to stop it [sleeping outside of home]" "Let's have that dinner [that I promised you] today. Wait for me."

After days, Yoondae was ready to give up, he "tricked" Soohyuk to return home just so he could tell him he'll move out and stop pushing any talk. And then, Soohyuk brought up the dinner (the feelings) that he kept avoiding. No wonder Yoondae looked so struck and confused. It just gave him his hopes back (and viewers too, but we probably should've known better with this kind of series haha)

Interesting cultural context: they are getting samgyeopsal - grilled meat, chosen by Soohyuk because Yoongdae said there wasn't anything he wanted to eat. And usually, the youngest one has to set the cutlery and grill meat, out of respect for the seniors. And here we see that Soohyuk is the one choosing the place, menu and even grilling the meat and pouring soju for Yoondae.

Once again, it shows that despite Yoondae's emotions and pleads, he is not mature enough, he is not ready to focus on other people. We know he can't plan his own future, he doesn't know what to do, and we see where their relationship stands now - Yoondae is still more of a burden than an equal partner to Soohyuk, and Soohyuk is more of a parent.

Even when they drink soju (in Korean drinking etiquette usually you don't drink alone, you toast together and drink together), notice how they don't even clink their glasses together, then Soohyuk is the only one drinking and Yoondae wants to follow him but puts the glass back. He's taking a shot later, when Soohyuk grills the meat again. They are totally unsynchronized at this point of their lives, and it's painful to watch.

"I said he [my father] was dead because that's the truth/reality for me. There was no other [hidden] meaning. I didn't plan to lie to you."

"I moved out completely. If I don't organize my life starting from doing this, then I don't think I'll be able to live like all the other [normal] people."

The fact that Yoondae started thinking about improving his life (the word 'organizing'), immediately made Soohyuk stop in surprise. So he started asking what does the normal life like others mean to him, hopeful to find that equal adult footing from Yoondae... but Yoondae's thoughts stopped there. And Soohyuk offered his own goal and life meaning: "to have a place to go back to, that's enough for me".

Here's when Yoondae thoughtfully agreed with him: "It's important to have a home", and took the meat tongs from Soohyuk, saying how high-maintenance he is. Yoondae embraced that realization, he took the responsibility (even a small cultural gesture) and even though Yoondae nagged him, Soohyuk smirked. Because it wasn't a completely hopeless situation. And Yoondae proved it, by saying how eating like this and going home together is his normal life as well. (and yet they were still unsynchronized until the very end! we can't have happy ending yet)

AND HERE IS WHERE I HAVE TO MAKE A SECOND POST! Because tumblr only allows 30 images in one, and I can't stop screenshotting the last conversation so I'm going to make another post that you can find in 'gray shelter comments' or 'dropthemeta' tags (upd. or here's the link to the post!)^^

[joocomics]

hii sweetie ! it's been such a long time since i ranted in your inbox because i've been so busy with uni and all the things i had planned this month (and btw i hope you're doing alright too and are having the best day <3) BUT to the point : dom!junhan (yes, you ignited something in me with remember your first, i admit). because i was looking at the photobook of my livelock album the other day to show it to my friend and i stumbled back on the pictures of junhan on a fucking motorcycle and i need to talk about it.

so dom!juhan who's also a racer, and maybe he's even doing some illegal races because that's even more hot. he'll be getting cocky everytime you come to see him race, asking you to keep your eyes on him only before kissing you roughly and pulling you closer by your throat to show all the other men that you are his (AAAAH)

also he'll insist on bringing you everywhere you want to go, reminding you to hold him tight, maybe even pulling you closer to him when he feels you hesitating because you don't want to hurt him. and of course he does that because it's safer for you, and not at all because he loves to feel your whole body pressed against his back. not at all.

whenever he brings you homa late at night, he doesn't stick to dropping you in front of your door, no. he's coming up with you, pining you against the door and kissing you roughly. if he's frustrated because he lost his race, he'll be extra rude and mean : never letting you cum, calling his slut and whore, forcing his cock down your throat, holding your down into your pillow while he's splitting you in half to muffle your screams of his name, but even that is not enough to make you shut up about how much you love it when he takes control of you. also fucking you before his race because you're his "good-luck charm", leaving every exposed part of your body littered in his marks and your panties stained with his cum to keep you waiting until you both get home and he gets down on his knees to reward you. <3 (do whatever you want with that, i needed to let it all out)

I’M SO HAPPY TO HAVE A HARD DOM!JUNHAN ENTHUSIAST ON MY SIDE especially when it’s you omfg

cw: hard dom!junhan, pain kink, possessive behaviour, degradation, orgasm denial

racer bf!junhan who loves seeing you in the crowd and winks at you before the race starts. most times he wins and the first thing he does is to make his way to you and kiss you deeply in front of everyone. you feel his crazy heartbeat; the familiar hand is hugging your throat possessively; you taste the adrenaline rush from his tongue. so many eyes are watching you from all sides, because even though many of them don’t know you personally, they know who you are - junhan’s girl. you’re always there for him with fresh love marks on your neck and big heart eyes not letting him out of sight

racer bf!junhan who is extra mean if he loses - yes. he rarely does, but it always affects him a lot when it happens. he’s silent on your way home, and he’s still silent when he sits on the edge of the bed with hands covering his face. you want to make him feel better, and you do what you always do in moments like this - you stand between his legs only in your lingerie, and you caress his hair while anticipating what’s about to follow. you feel the warm sensation already forming in the pit of your stomach as he grips your ass roughly. “giving your body without me even asking for it? desperate slut.” he pushes you on the mattress watching your behind turning pink from his heavy slaps. “shh, you’re not doing this for me, you just want to get your fuckin’ cunt wet”

racer bf!junhan who lets out his frustrations all over your body in the forms of bites, pinches, hand prints and slaps. he fucks you doggy style with one hand around your neck and the other one on your mouth, because you start crying too loud from knowing that the ecstatic rush you feel building up in your tummy will be painfully stolen from you in a second. every time he pulls out he lets you fall apart on the bed with tears in your eyes, but you always rise up, mewling how much you love him; making sure he knows there’s no one else like him

he ends up overstimulating himself every time. not only does he get completely and obsessively lost in your body to the point of being unable to stop after he cums for the first time, but he simply cannot comprehend how much you can handle, and he wants to see when will you finally tell him to stop and ask for what you need. even through tears you keep looking at him with burning lust; your legs sticky from his cum, are shaking and barely keep you up, but you willingly spread them open again, because his desires come before your own. it results into him repressing your voice into the pillow and pounding into you till he reaches his high again. your overwhelmed body starts slipping from his hands as you break down, finally asking the question. “baby, can i c-cum now? please”

he flips you on your back, positioning you between his legs. “not yet,” he answers calmly, shoving his cock down your throat. he cannot always have control over his life the way he wants to, but he can have a perfect control over you…

[littlelioncub43]

Morning Shenanigans

Summary: Tom ends up being late to work again, but it's definitely something worth being late for.

Pairing: Tom Grant x Fem!Reader

Warning: smut, fluff, unprotected sex (don't be silly, wrap thy willy), creampie, heavy makeout session, dry humping, rough sex, desperate sex, quickie sex, established relationship, idiots in love.

Word count: no clue, I wrote this on my phone

A/N: This was an accident! It was supposed to just be a quick drabble or thot or whatever, but it became this. I love it. I need Tom Grant in my life, then everything would be fine. I hope you like it! Say something nice! Hehe

Kisses 💋

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You don't know how it started exactly. One minute Tom was getting dressed for his shift while you rubbed the sleep from your eyes, still swaddled in the blankets, the next you were straddled in his lap while he sat against the headboard, hands roaming to touch any bit of skin you can, your tongue down his throat, kissing him like no tomorrow. Tom wasn't complaining, though. The hardness at the front of his trousers told you as much.

You feel his hands slide up the curve of your thighs to grope your ass, kneading the flesh with desperate need. The hem of your sleeping shirt rode up around your waist, exposing more of your black panties to Tom's wandering hands. It's not long before he's using his firm grip on you to rock your hips back and forth on him. A deep groan harmonizes with your fluttering sigh, your lips finally disconnecting.

"Tommy," you moan as he dives into the crook of your neck, working his lips along the slope of your throat to leave deep lovebites behind. Your hips surge against his in a stuttering wave when his teeth graze the special spot on your neck, pulling another rumbling moan from the pit of his chest. You clutch his shoulders with one arm while your free hand cradles the back of his head, fingers weaving through his curls to pull and tug to your hearts content.

"Tommy, you're going to be late again," you moan into his ear but make no move to stop grinding on him, in fact you speed up, driving more of your weight into him. A strangled curse vibrates into your skin as you focus on his leaking tip through his trousers.

"It's doesn't matter, love, just keep fucking going," he whispers in between grunts, his own hips driving up into you as his lips recaptured yours. The pressure on your clit sends delightful shivers up your spine, his trusts were firmer, more desperate. Your panties were soaked, you were nearly positive you were leaving a wet patch on the front of his trousers. Soon the throbbing emptiness between your legs becomes too much to ignore.

"Need you inside me, Tommy, please, baby," you moan into his mouth, your fingers caressing his jaw just how he likes it. Fuck, you really had him wrapped around your finger.

"Jesus—" he has to clench his jaw to keep from finishing right then, you knew just how to press his buttons. "Gotta be quick," he mutters and begins to undo his trousers as fast as he possibly can, though your lips mouthing along his jaw makes it hard to concentrate.

In record time, he has his belt undone and his trousers and boxers pulled down just enough to free his throbbing dick. You moan happily at the sight of his leaking tip, your body buzzing with the excitement of feeling him fill you up soon. Tom pants, the excitement radiating off of him too, and pulls your panties to the side, too impatient to pull them off.

"Gotta get you ready," he mumbles as his fingers seek out of your entrance. You push at his wrist gently and take hold of his base, guiding it to your quivering hole.

"No time, need you now," you moan and begin to lower yourself on to his waiting shaft before he could protest.

"A-Aaaah," Tom groans as his eyes roll, his hands gripping your hips to help you slowly sit on him, his hold leaving fresh bruises in their wake. "Fuck fuck fuck, slow," he hisses through his teeth as you sink another inch, still worried about hurting you.

The sting was more than usual, but it wasn't bad by any means. The fullness of him slowly filling you up left you dizzy in the best way possible. Your hands clawed at the polyester fabric of his work shirt which no doubt smells like sex now. Licking your lips, you let gravity pull you down on his cock completely. You both let out loud moans as he bottoms out, Tom's head slamming back into the headboard a little harder than usual.

"Fuck! Ohhhh fucking hell, you're so tight," he cries out, his eyes screwed shut as he tries to remain still while you adjust.

"Feel so good, Tommy," you purr and roll your hips into his, the patch of hair at the base of his dick rubs your clit deliciously. You both shudder happily at the first grind, and it's like a damn breaks. The sensual grind turns into frenzied bounces, your hips colliding harshly with his over and over again. Tom's thrusts meet yours perfectly, driving you both towards the edge as fast as he possibly can. A rough thumb comes to rub quick circles on your clit, pulling that tension in your lower belly tighter and tighter until you're sure it's going to snap.

"M'Gonna cum!" You whimper, your thighs burning as you continue to ride him. Tom groans happily at your words, his hips and fingers maintaining their punishing pace.

"Cum all over me, wanna feel it, come on," he whispers hotly in your ear before sinking his teeth into the special spot on your neck once more. It was like he was trying to destroy you.

"T-Tommy!" You moan at the top of your lungs, your body trembling as your orgasm rips through you. Tom listens as you cry out for him and flips you on your back, his face hidden away in the crook of your neck as he helps you ride out your high and chases his own.

"Oh my god! Oh god!" You cry out as his pace speeds up, set on pleasing himself now. With your arms thrown around his neck, you cling to him and let him take you. Animalistic grunts pour from his open mouth as his end approaches. His grip on your waist tightens, his arms wrapped fully around you to hold you in place. His thrusts stutter, then with one final harsh moan he buries himself to the hilt and stays there.

The familiar heat of his seed filling you pools in your lower belly as he slumps against you, not bothering to hold up his weight. After a minute, he finally untangles his arms from your waist to prop himself up on his forearms, bracketing you in underneath him. He pulls his face from the cove of your shoulder and beams down at you. His skin flushed pink and dewy with sweat, the already unruly curls on his head were messier due to your hands, and his gorgeous, smiling lips were kiss-swollen and glossy with spit.

You can't help but giggle, grinning back up at him as he descends to shower your own sweaty face with kisses. Once his lips find yours, he gives you a tender kiss, slower and sweeter than all the others you've shared this morning. He pulls back once he's satisfied with it, blushing and purring as you pet his head and straighten out his hair.

"You're late again," you say with a playful smile, one that he returns.

"And whose fault is that?"

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[ohsc]

I’ve got a few so pucker up, darling!! (Some of these are kinda NSFW?? So be warned guys!!)

-Sam is 100% a thigh guy, he will totally leave hickeys all over your thighs if you let him.

-If Sam has a daughter his little nickname for her is totally bug

-Dean if the type of guy that if you cook for him it’s like cooking for a toddler. You have to HIDE the veggies in his food

-Dating Crowley would be like owning a cat. Enough said.

-Castiel would absolutely admire you. He would know EVERYTHING about your routine. Platonic or Romantic. He would ESPECIALLY be intrigued by makeup, asking about each step while still gently reminding you that he thinks you don’t need it.

I have more but don’t wanna bore you to death, so if I doubted correctly— that’s 7 smootches so..

MWAH MWAH MWAH MWAH MWAH MWAH MWAH

I LOVE YOU DARLINGGG

nsfw 18+

AAAAH I LOVE YOU SO SO MUCH MWAH MWAH MWAH MWAH MWAH MWAH MWAH

and omg you’d never bore me!!! literally come into my asks at any time and dump hcs on me i love them so so much will eat them all up i love your mind

• sam being a thigh guy goes hand in hand with the fact that this guy is obsessed with giving you oral. like this man could live between your thighs it’s his favourite way to get you off, will literally eat you out until you push him away bc he can’t get enough of you. big on body worship too, like kissing at your thighs, over your belly, your chest, etc he takes his time to make you feel loved and satisfied

• YES TO THIS BUG IS SO SO CUTE :( sam being a girl dad just makes sense to me, he’s so gentle and sweet and takes his time learning how to do things like braid her hair and stuff, thinks she’s the best thing to ever to happen to him in his whole life (now i need to write a sam girl dad fic *sighs*)

• HIDING VEGETABLES IN HIS FOOD AKDNWKDKE YES THOUGH but tbh if you cooked him a meal he’d be so smitten for you that he’d eat it all and fall deeper in love food is the way to that man’s heart

• dating crowley would be like owning a cat is literally the best way to explain it ever ???? he does NOT listen to you at all, does what he wants, wants to be in charge, but will also have moments of being SO soft if he’s that in love

• CASTIEL BEING INTRIGUED BY MAKEUP IS SO SOFT :((( picturing him like sat beside you as you do your makeup, watching intently, until he’s like “may i try?” and he’s awful at it, you look like a clown, but at the same time he’s so gentle with moving the brushes over your skin, making sure not to hurt you. also feel like he’d love sitting and watching you get ready for bed, like taking off your makeup, doing your skincare, your hair, and he’s sat there soaking it all up

[moonywritez6]

Kinktober Day 7 Blood Kink (Reupload)

Character: Choso x Reader

Reader: Fem Reader!

Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, Smut, unprotected sex, harsh language, violence, mentions of dead bodies, blood, pet names, mentions of them being in Shibuya

Blood Kink: Being attracted to blood and or enjoying the sight of it.

Wc: 3,271

A/n: Hello my sweets! Unfortunately, I got locked out of my old blog account, so I had to make a new one! So, chances of you having seen this before are high as it's on my old account! (I am so sad about it honestly). But I am going through all my old accounts posts and reuploading them here! I hope you can still enjoy my works!

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Choso was what you liked to call the perfect boyfriend. He was always so loving and thoughtful, praising you with gifts and words no matter how small. Honestly, you wouldn't want him any other way. There was, however, one small problem in your relationship, at least for you. Choso was so vanilla and gentle when it came to having sex. At first, nothing was wrong with it as you loved how careful and considerate he was with you, making sure he was pleasing your body instead of just his like many other guys you had been dating. Sometime down the line, you found yourself wanting more from Choso. You wanted him to be rough with you, go absolutely feral, and use your body for his desires at least once; after that, you wouldn't mind returning to the usual sex. Unfortunately, you never knew how to bring it up to the man as he was always quick to think it was his fault and he wasn't fulfilling his role correctly.

You let out a deep sigh, tossing someone's lifeless body out of your way as you looked around the bloody massacre. "Geez, and I just had these cleaned." You sighed in annoyance as you examined your blood-stained clothes. You weren't one for murder or violence, but your boyfriend had decided to team up with a few powerful curses, so you had no choice but to comply with his wishes. "Honestly, I didn't expect for them to separate us…I bet Choso is so worried." You sighed, scratching your head as you walked over the bodies, a slight skip in your step. The thought of your boyfriend caused your cheeks to turn pink as you let out a happy squeal, cupping both sides of your face, hearts practically flying out from your lovesick aura. "AAAAH!!! I JUST WANNA SEE MY CUTE BOYFRIEND!" You cried, absolutely smitten with him. You let out a slight hum as you started skipping over the bodies as you searched for your lover.

"I'm coming my blood lotus~ Just wait for me!"

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Choso paced back and forth, his leg twitching up and down nervously as he nibbled on one of his nails. It had been around two hours since he had been separated from you, driving him crazy. Jogo scoffed as he watched Choso's ridiculous antics. "Will you cut it out?! Honestly, it's making me sick how whipped you are for such a weak curse." He grumbled, crossing his arms. His pacing stops as he processes his colleagues' words. 'Weak…? WEAK?!?!' Your boyfriend clenched his fists as he stormed over to Jugo, roughly grabbing him by the front of his collar, their faces inches apart. "What the hell did you just say about her? I'd watch my tone if I were you." Your boyfriend growled, feeling his blood boil.

There were two things Choso hated more than anything in this god-awful world: anyone hurting or talking trash about his brothers and beautiful girlfriend. Jogo felt himself growing angry as his head started to throb. "I said she's nothing but a weak curse!" He fumed, locking eyes with Choso, who felt his anger rise as he raised a fist, ready to end the curse in front of him, that is, until he heard the familiar cheery voice. "Ah! I found you, Choso baby!" His eyes quickly dart toward your voice, seeing your figure happily running towards him. Releasing Jogo, having forgotten about him like a wet rag as he ran towards you, the worry he felt fading when his eyes took in your joyful expression. However, as he got closer, he noticed all the blood that covered his clothes and skin, causing his worry to come back ten times as he picked up the pace.

Once he reached you, he quickly wrapped you in his arms, his hands holding you close as he carefully inspected your body, ensuring the blood wasn't coming from you. You just giggled, finding your boyfriend's response absolutely adorable as you wrapped your arms around his waist, face nuzzling into his chest as you inhaled his scent. "My bleeding heart, oh, how I missed you." He exhaled, hiding his face deep into the crook of your neck, his anxiety finally subsiding when he realized the blood wasn't yours and that you were perfectly safe. You hummed, rubbing your hands up and down his back, soothing his nerves. "I was only gone for two hours, my bloody Lotus~" You sang your voice so carefree as it rang through his ears like a melody. His grip tightened at your words as he kissed your neck delicately.

"Two hours too long." He confessed as he pulled away from you. You stood before him with a bright smile as he took your entire form, finally getting a good look at his sweet girlfriend. Boy, was that a mistake. Choso felt his body heat up, face going red with embarrassment as his eyes bore into you. You were always so beautiful and cute in his eyes, but this time? This time, you looked so sexy, covered in the blood of those who had dared attack you. "Hm? Choso baby?" You called, waving a hand in front of his face curiously when you noticed he hadn't said anything in over a minute. "You, okay? My blood Lotus?" Your voice becomes concerned as you carefully cup his cheek with one of your bloody hands. He flinches at the sudden touch, having been so deep in thought as his mind starts turning your sweet body into something filthy. You frown at this shyly, pulling your hand away. "I'm sorry…seeing me covered in blood must disgust you, huh? I guess I should've found some clothes to change into," you admit, a voice laced with sadness as you look away from your boyfriend.

Choso's heart dropped at your words, along with the look on your face, as he quickly grabbed your wrist, pressing the palm of your hand back onto his cheek, rubbing it up and down as he melted into your touch, a shaky breath leaving his lips. "Not at all, my bleeding heart…you look as divine as usual." He whined, absolutely smitten with you. "It's just this time…." He trails off, glancing behind him as if finally remembering his colleagues' presence. He frowned, reassuringly squeezing your hand as he turned to the other curses. "Since Y/n has returned to me, I will take her to get new clothes. You should be fine without me, right?" He asked, his tone utterly different from what he used with you. Jogo looked ready to protest; however, he was stopped by Mahito, who just smiled at the two of you, waving a hand.

"That's fine~ Don't be too long though!" He laughed, ignoring Jogo's protests. Choso nods before interlacing his fingers with yours as he pulls you away from prying eyes. The two of you walk for an hour, passing multiple clothing stores as he takes you to his destination. "Where are we going?" You finally ask as you try to keep up with his long strides. Choso looks back at you, smiling sweetly as he notices your failed attempt to keep up with him. He stops in the middle of the sidewalk, humans passing by, unable to see the bloodied girl in front of them. He carefully places his hand against your cheek and pulls you in for a deep, passionate kiss. This one is more aggressive than any others he's ever given you, and he's given a lot.

Choso whines into the kiss, his teeth nipping at your bottom lip, desperately wanting you to open your mouth. You do as told, a small giggle leaving your lips as you allow your boyfriend's wet muscle to invade your mouth. Choso feels his knees grow weak as he wraps an arm around you, pulling you close as he grinds against your front like a needy puppy. You gasp in shock, allowing his tongue to slide deeper down your throat. After a moment, he pulls away the saliva connecting your lips. His hips don't seem to stop, though, as he's practically picking you off the ground to press his bulge against your hidden pussy.

"C-Choso! What's gotten into you?" You pant, trying to catch your breath as you cling to his clothes. He looks down at you, racing red as pathetic pants and whines fall from his lips. "I-I'm sorry, my love…but seeing you covered in blood like this… you're so fucking sexy." He confessed while dipping into the crook of your neck, aggressively sucking on the spot he knew would get you going. You moan, hips bucking up into his, causing a smile on his lips as he continues sucking on the tender skin. "C-Choso not here! All these humans…" You whined, trying to push him away. This time, he could care less about the people around you or your cries of embarrassment. He was too turned on to think appropriately as he started tugging at your clothes.

"Choso!" You yelled, giving his head a light smack, causing him to wince as he pulled away from you with a pout. You stood there looking an absolute mess, making his eyes want to roll into the back of his head. "Fine… I'm sorry, my bleeding heart…" He breathed, leaving kisses all over your face. "I'll find a quiet spot, so please don't be mad at me." He begged, not wanting you to stop as he felt so hot and bothered that he felt like crying. You sigh briefly before nodding, allowing him to quickly drag you into the nearest alley. "They can't see us anyways…" He muttered, attacking your lips again in a feverish kiss, his hands ravishing your body as he took in all the red staining your skin. You whined, your breathing becoming heavy just from his light touch and kisses alone.

'S-so?! You never know when a sorcerer or a human with cursed energy will be nearby!" You scolded, earning a slight whine and an apology as he pulled away from you an absolute mess. "My bleeding heart… it's too much…I want to do it." He growled, sliding down to his knees as he pulled at your shorts, his eyes hungry for your sweet pussy. You looked down at his eyes, lidded over with lust as you gave a soft smile, gently rubbing his head. "Do with me what you wish, Choso~" You sang so sweetly he wanted to cum on the spot. Without a second thought, Choso tore your shorts and panties down, dropping them at your ankles as he stuffed his mouth full of your sweet slick deep moan left his lips as he lapped at your folds, his tongue twirling around your clit. You let out a few cries, your head pressed back against the brick wall, your back arching as you gripped your hair with one hand. "F-fuck, baby! So, fucking good~" You cried, loving this new side of your boyfriend.

Choso hummed at the praise, his eyes not leaving your bloodied appearance as he gripped your hips, his tongue poking in and out of your hole, causing your legs to shake as you squeezed his head between your thighs. "Y/n~ My sweet baby~" He whines, his nails dragging down your thighs, drawing tiny beads of blood, causing you to flinch hissing from the slight sting. "W-what are you?" You ask, not understanding his goal. Choso smiled, pulling away from you as he started lapping up one of your thighs, the other smearing the blood over your precious skin. "So pretty…so sexy." He whispered; eyes clouded with desire as he looked up at you. "Does it turn you on my bleeding heart?" He questions, slowly rising so he could once again hover over you, his fingers sliding against your dripping folds.

"Cause I am… I'm so turned on by your bloody appearance that I'm ashamed." He admits going to bite at your lip again, this time biting it harder. He presses his forehead to yours as he slowly inserts a finger, watching your face contort from pleasure and pain. "Are you disgusted with me, my love? Does me wanting to fuck your blood-stained body turn you away from me?" He starts asking all these questions while his finger plunges deep inside you, curling into that one spot that made your knees give out. Choso catches you, his finger still abusing your pussy as he pushes another inside. "Please answer me, Y/n." He begs, not wanting his precious treasure to find him revolting due to this newfound kink of his.

You're silent for a moment, your breath echoing in the darkly light alley as you try to process all of his words. The excitement you feel from finally having Choso use your body for his desires causes your head to spin. "Y-you could never disgust me, Choso." You finally manage to get out as you weakly look up at him, a fucked-out smile on your face, eyes half open from pleasure. You go and bite your lip, feeling your teeth pierce the skin as you press a deep kiss to his lips. Choso is taken back for a moment before the taste of your blood slips into his mouth, causing his eyes to roll back as his body aggressively shakes. You pull away, shocked, as you feel his body lean against yours while he tries to regain his breath.

"Choso, did you just…cum?" You breathed, surprised eyes meeting his lidded ones as he looked at you, lust still written all over his features. "It's okay," He starts his thumb smearing the blood across your face as he slips his fingers out. "I'm still so hard," he admits as he guides your hand down into his clothes, allowing you to feel how sticky it is down there, causing your legs to press together as you feel your slick leak down your legs. "Can I fuck you Y/n? I want to put it in so fucking bad." He whines, bucking his hips into your hand when he feels you start jerking him off. You hummed, eyes locked on where your hand disappeared into his clothes, finding this situation such a turn-on as you lick your lips. "Mhm…fuck me so good, Choso baby~ Use me till your heart's content~" You purred into his ear.

Choso's face lights up with embarrassment as tears prick his eyes. "Thank you, my bleeding heart!" He cries, his hands lifting you from the ground, catching you by surprise as you wrap your legs around him. "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" He cried repeatedly as he shoved his aching cock inside you, his pace aggressive and fast. It hurt at first, but you swallowed the pain, your heart filled with too much joy as you watched the man of your obsession pathetically rail into you, his lust taking control. 'All this for some pathetic people's blood.' You thought happily, stroking the back of his head, causing him to whimper as he placed kisses all over your exposed skin.

"Mm~ Right there, baby! Feels so fucking good~" You cried, feeling the tip of his cock hitting that bundle of nerves that always drove you over the edge. "Fuuuuuuck! Hit it again, baby! Use me so good!" You cry tears of pleasure as you lift his face to yours. Choso had drool running down his chin as he quickly captured your lips in his, his tongue aggressively lapping at the spot you had bit earlier; the taste of iron was still strong as Choso felt his cock twitch. "Mm~ my bleeding heart, your blood taste so fucking sweet…I can't get enough." He whined, his thrusts growing sloppy. You just smile, giggling as you go and leave Hickey's down his neck, wanting to let those who could see him know that he was claimed for. Choso loved when you got possessive; it made him feel like he wasn't alone in his love for you.

"So pretty…so fucking sexy just for me." He grunts, his hips slamming into yours. Loud moans to leave your lips as you gripped his shoulders for support. "Are you gonna cum My Blood Lotus? Cum deep inside me, okay? I wanna feel you deep in my pussy, baby~" You purred, your tongue sticking out in the sluttiest way he's ever seen. Choso looks at you in awe, completely smitten by the curse in front of him as he feels his hips pound up into you, his seed releasing deep into your walls. You tossed your head back, hands gripping his hair as you let out the most beautiful moan he had ever heard. Choso whines, his thrusts picking back up as he starts to go for round two, already not giving you a chance to recover from your orgasm. "W-wait Choso! I just came, so I'm…ah~ really sensitive!" You cried, arms wrapping around his neck for support. Choso just grunts into your ear, the smell of blood filling his senses as he feels himself going feral.

"Sorry… it's too good…too fucking good!" He cried, his hips shaking from his overstimulation, having come twice in only a few minutes. "I'll carry you back, okay baby~ So just let me fuck you until I'm all out~ red is so fucking pretty on you…fuck Y/n, so beautiful…my beautiful bleeding heart, you make me insane!" He cried out praise with each thrust he took, your moans being the only sound he wanted to hear while licking at any blood he could, trying to clean up your skin from the filth that wanted to harm you. "No one's blood tastes like yours…so sweet and intoxicating just for me." He whimpers, feeling his tip press against your cervix, causing a whimper to leave your lips.

"Sorry baby…just a few more, I promise." He begged into your ear, nibbling at the lobe reassuringly. He didn't say anything as all you could do was look up at the night sky of Shibuya, your mind spinning with only Choso as you looked up at the stars. 'So pretty.' You thought, a fucked-out grin appearing as you pressed him close to your chest, allowing him to suck on the clothed mounds. Choso continued to fuck you five more times; after that, your mind and body were exhausted as he went and brought you new clothes making sure to change you himself as a way of apologizing for how rough he was with you. You smile at him as he gives you a piggyback ride back where you were supposed to meet up with the others. When you returned, Jogo quickly yelled at the two of you for taking so long.

Choso, not wanting you to deal with Jogo's annoying voice, placed you on a bench before walking over to the curse, both taunting the other. You watched him with a giant smile as you felt Mahito take a seat next to you, a mischievous smile on his face as Hanami made sure you were okay, having noticed how exhausted you looked. "Well~ Don't you look like you had a fun time~" He teased, raising a brow at you. You hummed, tapping Hanami's hand reassuringly as you looked from your boyfriend to the curse beside you. "So, tell me did you discover anything new about your love?" He pried, loving each detail you would give him about your relationship. You looked at him for a moment before a giant smile spread across your face, a deep hue dusting your cheeks as you looked at him with lovesick eyes, your hands holding your cheeks.

"My Blood Lotus really loves the color red~"

[lost-technology]

I was alerted to Trigun Fanfiction Appreciation Week! I have recs! It's Cinco de Mayo and I am full of tacos. Let's roll! Roleswap The Purple Hyacinth bouquet of stories by @somereaderinblue Summary: A universe in which Vash was born as the first Independent Plant and it is Tesla and Nai who are the twin-siblings. Other characters switch roles as well - Luida and Rem, Livio and Wolfwood, each retaining their unique selves. The symbolism of the purple hyacinth and little details like Tesla's love of lemon-cake really make this. Tesla is a rougher kind of heroic desperado, being more nuanced, rougher and less absolutist than Vash, making for an amazing ride. (The first tale, centered on Luida and little Vash, though, will break your heart). Canon-typical violence and abuses of children and science. General AU Sun, Moon and Stars by @tragic-unpaired-electron Summary: At a crucial moment, Rem does something crazy to save baby Tesla and the entire universe changes. What follows is the saga of the Saverem family - mothers, daughter, sons, a more hospitable planet, but not without social and political challenges for Plants to gain legal personhood. This had me hooked like a thrill ride, beginning to end. One of my absolute favorites in the fandom. Each and every character has a realistic, organic change stemmed from this one pinpoint. (Nai doesn't go genocidal for example, but has points where he could have gone dark and has reasons to choose a better path). Treat yourself and read this! Canon-typical violence. Conrad being particularly a bastard. For my fellow Rem-enjoyers Out Cold by Miricals Summary: Vash, Wolfwood and the girls find themselves sheltering in an old crashed escape ship they found with coldsleep capsules still running on half-dead solar power. Guess who they find. Some sadness with unnamed characters' deaths, otherwise no warnings. Accidents Happen by exai_lostjune Summary: Set in the 1998 anime / first anime only. Rem finds out that crewmate Steve has been beating her kids, not just being bigoted in speech. She beats his ass with a crowbar. That's it, that's the fic. Little Plant Twins get protected by their Mama Bear, Steve gets what he deserves. In-Series / Main Timeframe Let the Ransomed be Free by SpiritusRex Summary: Wolfwood and Meryl impersonate a pair of rich-bitches to get into a auction attended by all of the planet's worst billionaires. Their mission? To find an extract a certain Vash the Stampede, who is up on the auction block as a slave to the highest bidder. Shenanigans ensue. Canon-typical violence / un-fun use of a cattle-prod on our poor Vash. Just Follow My Yellow Light (And Ignore All Those Big Warning Signs) by haveloved Summary: In the aftermath of Vash getting hurt, Wolfwood notices that Meryl hasn't eaten. Milly usually helps her remember to eat. Just a little story about self-care and others-care. Canon-typical violence. WTF? Aaaah! Why did someone write this? / are people going to look at me weird for reading this? Aaaaaaaah! Horror. Sin Eaters by @dragonofeternal Summary: There is an old tradition Vash read of once wherein a ritual meal is consumed to absolve the sins of the deceased. Livio, however, was Wolfwood's first friend and does not intend on letting Vash dine alone. BIG WARNING HERE! This was written for Trigun Body Horror Week. NOT for the faint of heart or the weak of stomach! While I think this is the best story to come out of Trigun Body Horror Week... it is... just that. This one's for gore-fiends - outdoes canon.

[kandisheek]

FIC REC WEEK 20 - 616

AUTHOR SPOTLIGHT: Sineala

One of the things I love most about Sineala's writing - other than the general brilliance of it - is how much work she puts into tying her fics into canon. I feel like most of what I know about Marvel Comics I learned by reading the helpful notes she adds to her works, explaining which volumes and arcs each canon element is from. Aside from that, Sineala is one of the best writers in the fandom (in my opinion, but honestly, it's just a fact), and I love everything she's ever written. I've recommended a bunch of her stuff this year already, but honestly, you should just read her entire AO3 catalogue.

Here's some of her work that I think you should check out:

Every Now and Then I Fall Apart

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 6,000 Tags: Truth Spells, Chronic Pain, Secrets

Summary: When Tony gets hit by a truth spell, the consequences aren't what anyone expected. They're sure not what Tony expected. He wishes he could stop telling his teammates about all the medical problems he tries to hide. As long as he doesn't open his mouth and reveal his secret feelings for Steve, or all his secret inadequacies as a human being, though, everything's going to be fine. And Tony's good at keeping secrets... or so he thinks. But maybe Steve knows him better than he knows himself. And just because Tony believes something, that doesn't make it the truth.

Reasons why I love it: I'm always down for a truth serum fic, and this one is absolutely lovely. Tony being a fan of Total Eclipse of the Heart makes me unreasonably happy, and I love how angsty his accidental confessions are. And of course, the Stony in this is wonderful. I love this fic so much, please go and read it!

Down to Zero

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 18,336 Tags: Temporary Amnesia, Extremis, Hurt/Comfort

Summary: After a battle against the Controller goes awry, Steve is bewildered and guilt-ridden when Tony begins to treat him exactly the same as he treats everyone else.

Reasons why I love it: Holy fuck, this fic is good. I love how guilty Steve feels about taking Tony for granted, and how he immediately knows that something is wrong with him, even when nobody else does. The resolution, once Tony gets his memories back, is fantastic and always puts a smile on my face. I adore this fic, and if you haven't read it yet, you absolutely have to!

Trust Fall

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: E Words: 39,107 Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Love Confessions, Coming in Pants

Summary: Tony needs someone who cares about him, bandages, a jacket, ibuprofen, dinner, a lasting romantic relationship, a nice time in bed, and assistance committing federal crimes. He gets them. In that order.

Reasons why I love it: Aaaah, give me all the feels!!! The hurt/comfort is incredible. Steve is so caring, and I want to wrap Tony up in blankets. And oh my god, the smut! It's everything I never knew I needed. This fic was an instant favorite for me, and I've probably read it twenty times since it came out. So yeah, if you haven't read it yet, please go and do that now, you won't regret it!

The Fall and the Rise

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 5,148 Tags: Fix-it, De-Serumed Steve, End of the World

Summary: After the Great Society incursion, the Illuminati refuse to destroy another world. When the next incursion looms, they go to await their deaths in peace. Tony ends up on the doorstep of the last man who ever wanted to see him. At least he's going to die at Steve's side.

Reasons why I love it: This one HURTS, but in a really hopeful way, if that makes sense? The angst is superb, and I love how the bitterness can't quite overshadow the affection they still have for each other. This fic stuck with me for a long time after I read it, so I hope you go and experience it for yourself.

And in Your Head It's Worse

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: E Words: 30,204 Tags: BDSM, Scene Gone Wrong, Aftercare

Summary: Tonight is Steve and Tony's anniversary. And since they have the night off, it's the perfect time for Steve to tie Tony to the bed and drive him out of his mind, until Tony can barely remember his own name. It is definitely not the perfect time for Ghost to attack Stark Tower.

Reasons why I love it: This fic explores subspace and especially subdrop in a really compelling way. I love how Sine created the perfect awful situation for Steve and Tony to be in, only to fix it with the fluffiest fluff to ever fluff. It's lovely, and cements its status as one of my all-time favorite comfort fics. I love it so much, and I bet you will too!

[judgementdaysunshine]

If your request are open again i was hoping you would write a ABA Undertaker fic where they are put into a love angle but end up actually in love?

Aaaah

It's not fake

Pairing: The Undertaker x Fem reader

Description: You and taker fall for each other after being put into a love triangle with Christian

You knew you were going to be in a different type of storyline but you certainly weren't expecting to find out you would be in a love triangle between your close friend and someone a lot of people were afraid of. Edge walks up to you after walking out of Vince's office "What's wrong?" you sigh as you explain the story to him leaving him stunned "A love triangle with the fucking undertaker and Christian?!" you sigh as christian walks up having found out thirty minutes earlier jumping when you hear loud footsteps turning to see taker walk in vince's office hoping that he would only freak out at vince if he did freak out at all, the next day while stretching for you upcoming match against Lita you feel a tap on your shoulder turning to see taker but before you can say anything he puts a shade of glasses on you and lays a leather jacket next to you just your size before walking close to the ramp waiting for you as you finish and put the jacket on "Accompany my match ringside?". You had seen some of his matches backstage but the thought of seeing it up close truly made you curious, you stand ringside watching his match against Bautista even cheering him on and jumping in the ring when he won walking backstage when christian grabs and pulls you into his and edge's locker room "Did he hurt you?" you stare wide eyed as you feel a bit uncomfortable by the way he had his hands on you "What?! No he never has!" you try to walk away but feel him squeeze you making you yell out in pain leading to edge who had been trying to get christian to calm him down to just grab his hands and shove him as you ran out of the room almost running into taker had he not grabbed you seeing the fear in your eyes leading to him go to the ring and challenge christian to a match which he accepts making you a nervous wreck for the next week as you stay mainly with taker but being forced to be around christian luckily being one of your great friends edge always stayed with you when you had to be around christian after the incident which he has apologized for but you still didn't trust him immediately. Slowly as the next few weeks passed by of being passed between the two men you grew closer with taker and realized that not only did you have feelings for him but that you were in love with the tall biker, you feel an arm wrap around your waist looking up with a small smile seeing taker above you looking down at you instead of away feeling your heart flutter when he caresses your face and it grows faster when he slowly leans down bumping each other's noses until he slowly pulls you in his locker room "All I've done around and for you...it wasn't just an act what i feel for you, it's not fake" the words make you fall for him all over again making you slowly move forward standing on his feet and lean up until your lips were pressed together in a tender and truly exceptional kiss even smiling when he gently lifts you up so you could wrap your legs around his torso wrapped in each other's arms until you both got ready for your matches accompanying each other to the ring and after you won your big match against Mickie James he climbs in the ring kissing you sweetly leaving the crowd wild in chaos, your friends backstage absolutely losing their minds as well as JR and King "What?! It was real the whole time!", "The undertaker and Mrs Y/N Y/L are officially announcing their relationship on Monday night raw!" the two of you walk backstage hand in hand flipping off a pissed vince leaving your friends laughing puddles and more reactions from king and jr "Y/N flipped off Mr McMahon as he rightfully deserves!" the two of you leave early heading off for a bike ride and dinner at your home for the night.

[ardenrabbit]

Hello! 👋🏾

I’m almost finished with reading the novel. It’s been a fantastic ride!

There’s a section in Book 8 where Hua Cheng, Xie Lian and Feng Xin are trying to get out of the armory of weapons flying around trying to stab them. Hua Cheng gets them out. He got really upset, worried Xie Lian was going to hurt himself to get them out. Xie Lian said he wasn’t, and makes a joke that with so many weapons he would be turned to mush. Like, he was joking trying to lighten the mood. And Hua Cheng just looks….

“He started to laugh, but the sound died in his throat. Hua Cheng’s head had jerked back to stare at him the moment he said the word “stabbed.” His gaze was hard to describe, but it obliterated all the words Xie Lian had to say. Without warning, Hua Cheng reached out and wrapped his arms around him, hard..,”

“Your Highness, please don’t laugh like that anymore,” Hua Cheng whispered. He hugged Xie Lian tightly. “It’s not funny, really… It’s not funny at all.”

I was already spoiled that Hua Cheng was Wu Ming and knowing this was what he was thinking of was like - PAIN! My heart! I feel like the best way to describe that look on Hua Cheng’s face was probably like heartbreak.

And the author was really dropping many hints that Hua Cheng was Wu Ming in that last volume. (Easy to see in hindsight, haha)

But yeah - that scene hurt in the best way!

Aaaah I'm so glad you're having such a good time with the novel!! I still need to finish my reread 😂😅

Oh god that scene Hurted. I have to admit I love Hua Cheng just...not finding the humor that other people do in Xie Lian's misfortunes. My heart hurts about it. I hadn't been spoiled for the Wu Ming reveal, but like, it was so THERE that it felt like a given, and it was still so satisfying even if it felt obvious! I love Wu Ming a totally normal amount 🥲

I'm sorry I took so long to answer this!! I love hearing your takes and insights!! ❤️

[specialagentartemis]

Double bingo!--quadruple bingo if the fics I read and commented on early chapters but haven't finished reading yet count! (in purple)

For the Murderbot Diaries @comment-bingo event.

This was a fun event and pushed me to read some of the fanfiction that I've been meaning to for a while!

Fics I read for each square under the cut:

Character Death: "Broken Half" by FigOwl. Beautiful and just. Sad. About Murderbot surviving and trying to make sense of itself after ART dies on a mission and Murderbot is stranded on a planet and has to look after the survivors. Novel-length. I'm moving through it slowly.

Crossover: "The Sherlock Society and the Case of the Lying Parents" by BWizard. Cute, surprisingly melancholy, presents some interesting time-travel emotions. Crossover with the middle-grade mystery novel "The Sherlock Society."

Comic: Murderbot September day 3: (Alternative prompt) “I don’t like you.” / “I know.” by @fascinatedfinch. What an excellent portrayal of this scene and Murderbot's processing during it!

Blood(c): "acknowledged (GP-53214680-J)" by torpidgilliver. Hit at the HEART. Aaaah. Ganaka Pit from the perspective of the ComfortUnits. Brilliant. Tragic.

Brainwashing: "Patient: GrayCris Assassin" by FlipSpring. One of my favoritessssss the evolving voice and the hovering, heavy question of what personhood and autonomy mean. Aaaa

Quote a Line: "Incident Report: Preservation Central Region Agricultural Fair, 7784-10-18 17:28:19.200-21:17:29.350" by BWizard. A cute slice-of-life about the Preservation State Fair.

Character Portrait: "read murderbot in a fevered haze so i could take a break from my irl obligations. here have these." by elms-art-gallery. Lmao. What a take on the eternal question of SecUnit Feet.

Posted/Updated This Year: "[Podfic of] An Arrival" by wilfriede0815. A podfic of my ficlet! A gift made for me! It's lovely.

Podfic: "[Podfic of] A Warm GrayCris Welcome" by wilfriede0815. ALSO a podfic of my ficlet, a gift made for me!! I'm so spoiled.

Hurt/Comfort: "things left buried" by beeclaws. Murderbot gets caught in a cave-in with Amena; she's not hurt, but it's trapped, and they have to talk about...... feelings. It's sweet.

Loss of Autonomy: "let this road be mine" by Anonymous. A really intriguing secret-construct fic.

Free Space: "Lean" by BoldlyNo. Indah... I love... her... and this is a great insight into her.

Kidnapping: "Weakness" by Flammenkobold. Fun and silly.

Malware: "[Podfic] Weakness" by blackglass, LRRH_Collabs (LittleRedRobinHood), elrohir, horchatapods. The podfic of the above. The reading enhances it in a delightful way.

Missing Limb(s): "Secondary Redundancies" by pineapplesquid. A heist novella! Three gets to go on a mission! Murderbot has to confront its own internalized ableism and SecUnitphobia! Well-constructed, well-written, engaging, often feels like I'm reading another entry into the series itself.

Respond to Someone's Comment: "Contents Under Pressure" by platyceriums. Murderbot has a panic attack about being put in a transport box. Full of feelings. The podfic of this is also very good.

Posted/Updated Pre-2022: "Contingency Plan" by Kiraly. Amena on a field trip to the space!Svalbard Seed Bank! Cuddling for warmth but platonic and very awkward about it!

Questionable Augmentation: "My battery is low and it's getting dark" by potatoturnipbean. YO. Brilliant, elegant brutality, great voice.

Betrayal: "PUoMNT Lost" by IHopedTheredBeStars. Really neat concept I've been itching to see explored - ART is, still, actually, university property. It's a vehicle. It's a piece of equipment. Its freedom is contingent on the university letting it do what it wants and not asking too many questions. That can't be trusted to hold like this forever.

[bluebeary-jay]

Sooooooooo.... big news you guys 😌

WE HIT 1000 FOLLOWERS!!! I CAN'T BELIEVE I'M MAKING THIS POST AAAAH!!!!!!

Huge THANK YOU to all of you lovely people who enjoy the stories I write and who helped me reach this point!! I'm extremely lucky to have your support and I'm so overwhelmed with emotions and gratitude I want to give every and each one of you a lil forehead kiss muah 💋

So this calls for a celebration right?? And a celebration we shall have 😎

SO until October 15th I'll be taking requests for short one-shots 💕 below you can check out the rules of the party

Okay okay okay, let's start! First things first, our Pedro boys! I'll be writing for:

Joel Miller

Javier Peña

Agent Whiskey

Oberyn Martell

While requesting, please specify if you want it to contain (can be multiple):

Din Djarin (? I've never wrote for him but I'm willing to try)

fluff

angst

hurt/comfort

or/and suggestive themes (but not actual smut, pretty please)

And lastly, the amazing list of prompts that I borrowed from @nightprompts (here's the link to the original post <3)

❛ i could keep you safe. they’re all afraid of me. ❜

❛ i’m trying to fix your hair, so hold still. ❜

❛ your heart is beating so fast right now. ❜

❛ promise me you’ll still be here when i wake up. ❜

❛ you’re not as bad as everyone says you are. ❜

❛ i thought you’d like some company. ❜ 

❛ clean yourself up. you're getting blood all over the place. ❜

❛ here, give this a try and tell me what you think. ❜

❛ you can kiss me, you know. ❜

❛ come back to bed. ❜

❛ you look good like this. ❜

❛ working together again, it’s just like old times. ❜

❛ how is it you always know what i need, huh? ❜

❛ you’re lucky you got away with only a scratch. ❜ 

❛ i can’t imagine losing someone like that. i’m sorry. ❜

❛ you know you can always talk to me. ❜

❛ the only one who gets to kill you, is me. ❜

❛ so, what do i owe this pleasure? ❜

❛ ah, so you aren’t heartless after all. ❜

❛ may i have this dance? ❜ 

❛ it’s okay, you can touch me. i won't break. ❜

❛ enemies make the best lovers, you know. ❜

❛ hold still. this might sting a little. ❜

❛ we can't keep doing this. ❜ 

❛ you look like you've got something to say. ❜

❛ just relax and let me take care of you. ❜

❛ thought you’d be lighter without all that blood. ❜

❛ i had it under control. you didn’t need to do that. ❜

❛ everything looks so beautiful from up here. ❜

❛ you treat all your ladies like this? ❜

❛ well? how do i look? ❜

❛ can’t sleep? ❜

❛ do you mind if i smoke? ❜

❛ i’m scared of ending up alone. ❜

❛ i don’t think i’ve ever seen you smile. ❜

❛ how long has it been since you've slept? ❜

❛ you are losing my interest, and that’s very dangerous. ❜

❛ i’d suffer hell if you’d tell me what you’d do to me tonight. ❜

❛ you look really pretty right now. ❜

❛ i’ve never cared for anyone the way i care for you. ❜

❛ i’m not wearing any underwear. thought you’d like to know. ❜

❛ just a few more stitches and you’ll be as good as new. ❜

❛ i’d say we make a pretty good team. ❜

❛ i want you to forget this ever happened. ❜

❛ i'm here for business — not pleasure. ❜

❛ if i didn't know any better, i'd say you were jealous. ❜

❛ you'd look better down on your knees. ❜

❛ fine, keep acting like you hate me. ❜

❛ kiss me again. ❜

❛ are you asking me out on a date? ❜

❛ just sit there and look pretty and let me handle this. ❜

❛ you okay? caught you staring off into space again. ❜

❛ well, i do feel better now that you're here. ❜

❛ i'm not drunk enough for this. ❜ 

❛ why is it whenever we see each other, you’re covered in blood? ❜

❛ i was wrong about you. ❜ 

❛ the first time i met you, i had no idea you'd mean this much. ❜

❛ you gonna be a good girl / boy for me? ❜

❛ i’m not afraid of you. ❜

❛ books mean more to me than people anyway. ❜

❛ i just wanted to say thank you for protecting me. ❜

❛ how about a kiss goodnight? ❜

❛ i don’t have time for distractions right now. ❜

❛ you shouldn’t be out here by yourself. ❜ 

❛ if i have to think about one more thing today, my head will explode. ❜

You can keep it vague or add a brief description of a situation you'd like to see 💕

Please send in your requests!! It'll be a challenge for me to keep it relatively short, but I'm so excited for this!!! 💕

[korpuskat]

Y'know what'd be fucked up?

Oh my god this is so long nahshajajs I'm sorry I couldn't help it- Also mild tw for character death but also not really?? They're sort of dead but sort of aren't because I'm not committing to that grief

Human consciousness being transferred into an omnic body

Like on the surface it seems nice, longer lifespan, body that probably doesn't ache, and since everything is mechanical there's probably an easy fix for whatever pain you might feel

But it'd also probably take a mental toll on most people, everything is different, possibly even "wrong", human minds weren't made to be transferred to metal frames, and that's if you know what's happened to you, but if you don't? Immediately 10 times worse

Just imagine it, Ramattra's human lover is abducted, and no matter how he searches he can't find a single clue about their current location, it worries him sick. They're somewhere, afraid, hurting, a part of him hopes they're alone, or better yet that they ran away, but he knows he can't ever assume that.

And one day, as if handed to him on a silver platter, he finds their location.

It's a dark place, claustrophobic and damp, it makes him uneasy, even more so the thought that this is where his lover was being held

He's too late, or so he thinks when he sees an omnic staring at his lovers unmoving body, hooked up to countless amounts of machinery. The omnic is acting odd, poking the human body, touching their own face before bringing their hand in front of their face, rotating it slowly, clenching and unclenching their hand, after that their hands drop down on their stomach, their shoulder move up and down heavily, as if trying to breathe

All of that takes less than a few seconds to notice, then, he notices something much more terrifying

His lover isn't breathing

Chaos, confusion, flashing lights from shots fired, complete and utter discord fills the room, the cowering omnic before him tries to explain something that he's far too enraged to listen to, and what enrages him even more is that they manage to escape

He unhooks his lover from the machine, only now noting the other vivisection table next to them, and a monitor next to him starts to flash, in his grief he doesn't think of it, much too occupied to notice, or more so piece together the story of his surroundings

His lover is dead, but only in their flesh, but their mind still lives, in a cold, metallic body, something that terrifies them

And yet the thought of not being able to explain themselves terrifies them even more

I'm only here for Ramattra yet now I want to turn this into a full fledged oc. I know nothing about Overwatch lore

AAAAH okay first sorry this took so long to answer jfdhsgsd

PLEASE CONTINUE WRITING THIS???? Ramattra being infuriated with his partner who he doesn't recognize is breaking my heart.