#“What do you mean youre deaf in your right ear?” “:D”

[links-hella-fine-booty]

Astarion figuring out my durge is deaf in one ear, weeks after meeting and being in a relationship with her like

Astarion: I'm all pointy ears my love Durge: I'm not :) Astarion: Astarion: What

[ghostiiess]

“you’re my red string”

synopsis: because ni-ki called you ‘bro’, you decided to tease him back with a silent treatment.

warnings: petnames (babe and baby), mention of kisses on the cheek and on your hand, i think that's all? let me know if there's more!

type: fluff (ni-ki’s imagines will always be sfw!!)

wc: around 1k

member: ni-ki from enhypen x gender neutral reader (no pronouns used to describe y/n)

reblogs and likes are really appreciated! not too sure about the end, but lmk if you liked it :D

english's not my main tongue. sorry if i made any mistakes!

permanent taglist: @nsb-rkive @firebenderwolf @yawnzzznnn @ghostyycat7

It's been about three hours since your boyfriend jokingly called you “bro”. He knew you didn't really like the nickname, but he liked teasing you. For him, seeing your cute reaction and your smile was probably the highlights of his day. That's probably one of the many reasons why he deliberately teased you…

You weren't exactly the kind of person who would use the silent treatment to get what you wanted, but you were curious to see his reaction. After all, you also liked to see him smile.

- I'm home! he exclaimed.

You smiled a little, then waited. This was going to be fun.

Not hearing your voice, Ni-Ki repeated the sentence he had just spoken:

- Babe? Are you there?

Your boyfriend and you shared an apartment, and let's just say that the times he uttered the phrase "I'm home" were pretty rare... He always came home late because of his hard work, and he had a lot of practice. It wasn't part of your ritual not to greet him when you were both in the apartment. The rare moments you had together that weren't during the night when you were asleep, you usually played video games with him and listened to him talk about his upcoming concerts and projects with his music group.

Still not hearing you, you could hear a sigh from him. He knew you were there: your shoes were in the hall. You heard him walk from the front door to the living room, where he found you on your phone, no headphones, no videos playing in the background, your ears perfectly tuned to hear him greet you a few minutes earlier.

- Hi.

You didn't even look at him.

- Are you deaf? he laughed, running a hand through his dark hair. I was waiting for your hug...

Whenever he came home, you always put your arms around Ni-Ki's shoulders. You knew he didn't like that kind of attention from people he didn't know very well, but from you? He loved it. He loved the gentle attention you gave him, the loving names you called him, the cuddling time he spent with you... He loved it, but he would never dare to say it to your face.

- Are you okay? Do you sleep with your eyes open now?

You moved to let him know you weren't sleeping, to let him know what you were doing: a silent treatment.

- Oh, I see what you're doing, Y/N...

He gave you a faint smile.

- It's because I called you bro, isn't it?

You didn't answer, which confirmed that he was right.

- You know I said that just to tease you, right? I didn't mean it. And if it makes you feel any better, I'd say you're my best bro.

You obviously didn't answer.

- So you won't talk? All right, then I'll have to make you talk.

Without letting you react, Ni-Ki took your hand and gave it a simple kiss, hoping it would work.

- Do you want to talk now?

Seeing your resistance, your boyfriend approached you, then gave you a kiss on the cheek and a small smile:

- No reaction? That's strange, you always smile when I kiss your cheek...

Sighing, he rested on the back of the sofa.

- It's not easy to make you talk...

Then he had an idea.

- If I can't make you react physically, I'll make you react verbally.

You looked at him and immediately regretted it: he was way too cute.

- I'll tell you what I like about you, and I'll stop when you're tired of me.

He cleared his throat, then began:

- First of all, I love your eyes. I could get lost in them for years and never get tired of it.

Hoping you would answer, he sighed. He missed you, your words, your affection.

- Second, I love your hands. They're so soft…, he added, taking one of your hands and kissing the top of it.

He crossed his fingers with yours and gave you a small smile.

- I love your smile. You always light up the room with yours and every time you smile I think it couldn't be more beautiful, but I'm wrong every time.

You had to bite your lips to hide your smile. You knew you weren't subtle, but you couldn't control your desire to smile.

- Is that a smile I see? Does that mean I can live with a real person again and not a statue? he laughed.

Running a hand through his hair, he continued:

- Should I continue?

Still without an answer, Ni-Ki took the opportunity to continue.

- I like your personality. Actually, I don't think the word "like" is strong enough. I love your personality... You're probably one of the people who means the most to me. You always greet me with a smile on your face and you are always understanding about my schedule and my practices.

While playing with your fingers, he went on:

- You're always there for me, trying to make me smile and feel good, and I really appreciate that.

Your lips hurt. You couldn't stop smiling. You tried to hide it, but it was no use: Ni-Ki would always manage to make you smile.

He sighed:

- And I want you to know that even if you're giving me the silent treatment, I will always love you. Even if I don't show it sometimes, I appreciate you and you're one of the people I care about most.

Seeing your smile gradually spreading, he added:

- And if I may say so, I think you're my red string... I don't really believe in signs and myths or anything like that, but I think this is true. At least I think it is for us.

The Japanese myth of the red string: the one you were passionate about. Ni-Ki and you thought it was cute to know that everyone had a string around them that was attached to someone else.

You couldn't go on any longer. You smiled and put your hands in front of your face.

- I can't go on, you're too cute!

He chuckled slightly:

- You're just obsessed with me, admit it.

- Keep telling yourself that.

He smiled, then kissed you gently on the lip before letting you speak:

- Did you mean any of those things?

He rolled his eyes, then smiled.

- Of course, I did, you silly.

[riality-check]

Eddie needs this to go perfectly.

He’s… okay, saying he’s not an anxious person would be a lie. Eddie is very acquainted with the fight or flight instinct, with the latter of those two options being far more familiar. He’s vaguely obsessive and twitchy and, frankly, puts way too much thought and time into planning one-shots, nevermind regular campaign sessions.

Majority of the time, he likes to have control of a situation. There are reasons for that, plenty of which he knows, some of which he’s gone to therapy for, and more that are on the bedroom and currently irrelevant side of things.

The relevant side of things is the guy in front of him who doesn’t have any sort of ear protection on.

Eddie should mind his business. He really should. Corroded Coffin isn’t even headlining. They’re the openers for the tour of a much bigger band that noticed them and asked if they wanted to tour with them and Archie fangirled so hard he passed out. It was a whole thing.

Still, it’s their first real tour, and Eddie is a control freak, and he needs it to be perfect, which means no one gets hurt. This random guy - probably a roadie of some sort from how he’s plugging cables into something Eddie doesn’t know the name of - not having any sort of ear protection counts as someone maybe getting hurt.

Eddie doesn’t even know him, but he can’t have that happen.

Hell, this guy’s friend has her earplugs looped around her neck on a string like Eddie does. But Hottie - yeah, he’s hot and Eddie’s queer with a healthy sex drive, get over it - has none in sight.

That’s a problem. Eddie can’t have problems, not tonight, not before the first show.

“Hey!” he calls, walking over to Hottie and his friend, who are setting up equipment away from the stage. “You gotta have something for your ears, dude!”

Hottie and his friend exchange a look that Eddie can’t make heads or tails of.

“Thanks man,” Hottie says, and that nickname applies to his voice, too. “But I’m good.”

Eddie frowns. “You need to protect your hearing.”

“Trust me,” Hottie says. “I’ve worked a lot of gigs. Never wore anything then, won’t wear anything now, probably won’t wear anything at the next one.”

Okay. It’s fine. Eddie should walk away now. He’s totally capable of walking away. It is, quite obviously, the better alternative to this circular conversation.

But Hottie is gonna hurt himself this way. Potentially really badly if it’s not a one time thing. This is a metal show, for G-d’s sake. He’ll do some serious damage over time.

Eddie needs this to go perfectly, and for things to go perfectly, he can’t be responsible for that.

“I don’t think you get it,” he says. “You’re gonna destroy your ears that way, especially if you do this for a long time. This show is gonna be really intense, hell, the whole tour is! You can get cheap shit at the hardware store, it’s better than nothing-”

At the beginning of his rant, lecture, whatever, Hottie stares right at him. He has a really intense stare. Pretty brown eyes set in a prettier face with even prettier hair on top of his head. Eddie gets distracted by all that pretty and by trying to make his point.

And he doesn’t notice until halfway through that Hottie isn’t looking at him anymore. He’s looking at his friend.

Eddie looks at her, too. Looks at her confused and focused expression. Looks at her hands moving rapidly.

Oh. G-d.

Hottie’s deaf, isn’t he?

“Trying my best but I’m not fluent, Steve,” she says. Her hands pause, and she looks down at them, confused.

Hottie - Steve - shrugs, and his hands move as he talks. “I’m not either. You were doing pretty good, though. I think. Or our mistakes just line up that well.”

“What’s the sign for reverb? It’s the last word he said.”

“No clue. You can just fingerspell it.”

“I can’t remember R.”

“How do you forget R? It’s in your name, Robin!”

The friend - Robin - throws her hands up. “You know I get it mixed up with X!”

Eddie wants to die. This is it. He’s going to melt into a puddle due to sheer embarrassment, fifteen minutes before the doors open to let in the biggest crowd Corroded Coffin has ever played for.

What a shitty way to go.

“I’m so sorry,” he says. “I didn’t-”

Steve cuts him off. “Normally, I can lip read enough to get the gist. But you speak too fast and trip over your words.”

Ouch. Okay.

“I do lights,” he continues. “Robin does sound. We know what we’re doing, and we don’t need you to tell us how to do our jobs, even if you mean well.”

Seriously?

Eddie should have minded his business. He knows that. But G-ddamn, that’s blunt.

He’s saved, thankfully, from digging himself into a bigger hole.

“Eddie!” Jeff hollers from the stage. “Get your ass over here!”

He turns to walk away, then turns back to Steve and Robin. “Sorry,” he says again.

He turns back around before he can see their reactions and runs back toward the stage. Intimately familiar with flight, and all that.

Shit. First night of tour, and he’s already made an enemy of the light and sound people.

And the light guy is hot.

Really hot.

And he hates Eddie.

This is gonna be a long few weeks.

Now with a continuation and a part 3!

ao3

[sluttsumu]

ೃ࿐ feat. gojo satoru

warning: 18+, teacher x student, vaginal penetration, gojo being a naughty little minx, praise of you squint

ೃ࿐ ki’s note: i’m switching to lower case! so it’s intended, not proof read but enjoy professor gojo fixing his students lil problem ♡︎

pussy hungry professor, satoru gojo.

it’s been a while, ya know? since he’s heard the whole “i’ve been baaaaaad professor” speech. even though all of his female students would practically fall to their knees if presented the chance, but very few were actually bold enough to take matters into their own hands.

“how so?” he tilts his head, holding back a smirk. he wants to see how this’ll play out, right now he remembers seeing better acting in a porno. “you come to class timely, and return all of your assignments to me on time. so,” he leans forward, fabric sliding against the wood on his desk. his palm makes way for his chin to rest as he watches you. “help me understand your problem.”

you sat on the corner of his desk innocently placing your hands in your lap. except nothing was innocent about this at all, a teacher and a student was taboo no matter the circumstances. that didn’t stop the lust you had, every time he spoke, handed out a worksheet, called your name, it added gas to a fire that should’ve been put out since you started school.

“you distract me sir, make me nervous…”

gojo wasn’t buying this at all, that little scared look on your face along with the way you play with the hem on your skirt was just turning him on. “nervous?” he stands, meeting you in between your legs, standing in the void space. “you seem so comfortable sitting on my desk like this, hmm?”

“you’re a great student,” his hands creep up your thighs sending goosebumps to the rest of you skin. so cute, he thought. “why don’t i give you some extra credit since you’re always so good for me?”

you seemed like you needed something so gojo chose to give you a push, the ball was now in your court and he knew that’d you act like this wasn’t what you came in here for. how far were you willing to let your little fantasy go?

“s-sir? what do you mean… i-”

your fake obliviousness fell on deaf ears as he moved your panties to the side hiking up your skirt in the process while his thumb found your clit, rubbing small circles on the bundle of nerves. “what i-if someone sees us.” you protest, tucking in your bottom lip to restrain the sounds of your pleasure from him toying with you.

“my door’s locked after hours, you know that ♡︎”

seeing you squirm under his touch has a tent forming in his dress pants, he could feel you getting wetter and wetter by the second. your face was really undoing him though. the flushed expression of pent up heat, he knew it all to well. “please,” you beg, head hanging back as he continues teasing your aching cunt.

“big girl words, just like the ones you use in all those papers you write me.”

“need you—! inside please.”

that was what he liked to hear, not the “b-but we shouldn’t.” bullshit you were spewing earlier. this was the type of work he loved seeing sprawled on his desk. his favourite straight A student earning her first D of the semester.

the sound of his belt buckle echoing quickly progressed to him rubbing against your folds, sinking into your throbbing cunt so fucking slowly, almost agonizing.

“christ,” he huffs, wrapping his arms around the plush of your thighs — spreading you open. “tight fuckin’ fit.”

you can’t believe this is happening, he’s so fucking big your cunt can’t help but flutter around him, and he fucking feels it. feels the way you’re squeezing him in like his cock belongs here, nuzzled between the folds of his star student.

“s’big, too big..” your hand flies to your stomach feeling him move in and out of you as you grow slicker. “ ‘m here,” he grunts, placing his hand atop yours pushing your top half to lie flat. “right here princess.” the pressure grows while he forces you to feel him, making you press down on your own stomach. “sir!!!”

your cunning teacher loves watching the way he makes you feel, hearing every moan, watching you spread open for him in the very place he teaches you every day. it’s so lewd but he doesn’t want to think about that, no, he can only think of how fucking tight you feel around his cock which you practically begged for the entire semester. gojo never wants it to end, rutting his hips into you that much faster at the thought of you practically fucking yourself in your seat for him yet he was too stubborn to notice.

“still nervous? or do you love getting fucked and filled by your professor.”

sluttsumu 2023

[dumbbitchenergy17]

Where the Wild Things Are - Chapter 7

Chapter Seven: Haunted Memories

Plot: Wild men or monstrous infected creatures, the world is wild and ravaged by Cordecyps but some are raised in it and flourish becoming a wild thing.

Word Count: 3.6K

Pairing: Joel Miller x Platonic!Teen!Reader, Ellie Williams x Platonic!Reader

Warnings: canon-typical fighting/violence, injuries, harsh language, tw: trauma from abusive mother, vomit, DESCRIPTION OF POSSIBLE SEXUAL ASSUALT

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I wish I didn't care. 'Cause I just can't compare and oh how the bitterness stings. What am I doing wrong? Do I just not belong? Oh, why can't I excel at something? Like you.

“What is wrong with you?”

Her voice roars through the small apartment rattling the walls. Your head instinctively ducks down at the sheer volume as salty tears already form in your eyes. You didn’t mean for it to happen it was an accident, you had a simple job go and get the food with the ration cards. Your tiny hands clutching the cards that determine whether you will eat or not as you race through the streets excitement across your face happy to provide help to your mother.

“How stupid are you?”

That insult was thrown at you so many times it slowly became fact. You were a stupid kid. A disgrace, brat, failure. Any comment under the sun could describe how stupid you were. The ration building was so close and the warm feeling ready to hear the praise come from your mother when you returned home.

“I should have made sure you were never born.”

Just feet away and your short legs tripped against some mere trash. You should have paid more attention, she says you’re always daydreaming your attention a thousand miles away. You hit the ground hard and fast, the scrape of concrete against your fragile skin as your grasp of the small paper cards gets picked up by the wind. You watch frozen on your stomach watching the ticket to a meal fly into the gutter disappearing from your view and in that moment you had been given a fate worse than death.

“Do you have any idea how hard it is living with such an ungrateful brat!” She was right you were one. You took her kindness for granted and this is how you repay her. Your hands clutch the end of her shirt tears welling up in your eyes as you begged for forgiveness.

“I’m sorry mama..please I’m sorry!” It hurt worse hitting the ground once more but this time at the hands of your mother. You hold your breath trying to keep in the tears but fail the second you smack against the tile of the kitchen. Fat tears roll down your face stinging the tiny cuts across your face from falling on the street as you cry before your mother. Her warnings to force you to stop go on deaf ears as you wail before her and beg for forgiveness. It was pathetic really. Big tears and snot pouring out of the child had only triggered the older woman more just the noise sent her into a rage.

“I told you…to stop fucking crying!” A harsh grip on your arm as you’re pulled to your feet stumbling to try to keep up. The door to the outside rips open as you’re tossed out your body colliding with the cold snow producing a sharp cry. Scrambling to your knees you look up at your mother disgust branded on her face as she stares at not a child anymore but a young woman.

“Starve for all I care. I don’t care about you…your bastard of a father never cared about you..the world doesn’t care about you.” Her words are like venom, as you bite your lip so hard blood pours from the self-afflicted wound. The door shakes on its old hinges as it slams shut. You race to the old wood your hands pounding on the door pleads falling from your lips,

“Mama…I’m sorry please let me in.” Your voice is hoarse and cracks with your words. The snow soaks into your thin clothes your body quickly numbs as you cry hoping she finds pity and brings you inside away from here where anyone could snatch you up and harm you.

 The cable wraps around your throat tightly dragging you away from your safety as your voice is choked by the wire. It digs deep into your skin scratching to pull it free as your precious air is drained from your lungs. The other raider stalks toward you in the snow as your legs kick out the storm rages on muffling your screams.

Cries for your mother to come to your aid.

Help me.

Save me. 

Love me.

Your prayers go unanswered as the cable gets taut, your lungs burning, screaming for air. The burly man towers over you pinning you the cold of the snow burning your skin as his hands move toward his belt ready to take what he wants.

This was what she warned you about. You’re a stupid girl who never listens to her.

“Mama please!” Your screams echo through the air as the man with no jaw reveals a rotten bloody grin as his hand grabs your pants.

Air rushes through your lungs as you shoot upwards the rapid ascent of bile as you fall from the bed pain pulsing in your shoulder. Your sore body stumbles to the bathroom barely reaching the toilet as you expel whatever little was in your stomach. Your eyes sting as you empty your stomach coughing at the acidic taste, feeling drained as you slump back against the wall. You wince at the inhale your hand raising to your throat sucking in a harsh breath feeling the bandaged skin but the light pressure just tracing it sends you recoiling.

Fuck that hurts.

Flushing the toilet while pulling yourself up with the help of the sink running the water to wash your hands and then cupping water in your palms to drink. Spitting out the water in the sink semi-cleaning your mouth from the bitter taste of bile you look up at the mirror. Why hadn’t you anticipated the attack? You should’ve known one was going to be coming from behind. Your brows draw together a deep frown across your face looking at yourself. Those dark circles, the weakness in your bones and muscles, you’re getting weaker.

Getting weaker makes you vulnerable.

Weak means you’ve become a liability.

Weak means you can’t protect yourself.

Weak. Weak. Weak.

The world wasn’t going to wait for you to heal. The world doesn’t care about you.

Your joints ache removing the bandages seeing the raw wound across your neck and the neat stitching along your shoulder. The water runs a murky red removing the dried blood and grime off your body wishing to stay under the hot water forever but you knew you would have to get out. You don’t think you’ll ever get used to running hot water.

You had to bite down on your lip to muffle the sounds of pain as you redressed your wounds and dressed in clothes. Your limbs ache and you already feel drained of energy but you need to persevere through. The house is silent looking out the windows it didn’t even look like the sun had risen yet. Your body begs you to return to bed and sleep but you ignore the rational side, when you lived in the cabin the few times you injured yourself you were right back at work. Surviving to get to where you are today didn’t allow you to rest, if that meant traveling with healing wounds or cold then it happened.

The walk to the stables could have been peaceful if it wasn’t for the slight pounding in your head that only grew worse when you made it to the building. You barely acknowledge the horses as they seem to sense your weakened state putting them in a concern mode. Red nudges her head against your hand when you pat the side of her face. A noise of worry for the young girl that took care of them all.

Joel was surprised to not be plagued with nightmares given the circumstances that occurred not even twenty-four hours ago. No dreams of failing those he cared about, watching the ones he loved taken from him so brutally leaving him just an empty shell. He was also surprised by the quietness of the home, no pounding of shoes rushing through the house or the banging of cabinets as Ellie went scavenging for a meal for the growing girl. Glancing at the functioning clock resting against the bedside table he saw how late he had slept in for. It was almost noon for christ sake he scolds himself. Pushing himself up and out of bed with a groan to get at the late start in the day. His joints ache and crack as he rises to his feet and the loud noise of someone bounding up the stairs makes him feel slightly alright knowing this was normal in this new life of his.

The pounding on the bedroom door was something he didn’t think was normal. A tired shuffle quickly turned into annoyance as he dressed himself as the door continued to be beaten by whoever was outside of it.

“I’m coming! You can stop your poundin’!” He shouts his voice hoarse from using it for the first time today. “Why the hell are yo-” He already had a feeling it was Ellie as he swung the door revealing the younger girl but what came out of her wasn’t what he expected.

“She’s gone!” The panic and fear in her voice and face seemed to completely wake the older man up.

“What?” Immediately alert as Ellie starts pulling him out of his room and dragging him to the stairs, “I woke up and thought to make you guys breakfast and when I went to go check out her she wasn’t there! Her shoes and coat were gone, and it looked like she hadn’t been there for hours. I wanted to go looking but I knew I should have woken you up.”

“Settle down kiddo, it’s alright. Get your shoes and coat we’ll go get Tommy.” And like he summoned his brother the front door swings open and in comes the younger Miller brother with surprisingly the person they were about to go after who looked on the verge of keeling over.

“What the hell! Where were you?!” Ellie starts spewing questions running up to her and grabbing her shoulders. The motion makes the older girl’s eyes widen and she pulls back right out the door barely making it to the porch railing before emptying her stomach right over into the snow below. Ellie and Joel jump back at the sudden action as Tommy who seems to have already dealt with this holds your hair back as you cough and spit out bile, the acidic taste bringing tears to your eyes.

“Holy fuck.” Ellie turns from the sight not able to handle someone being sick causing a turn in her stomach. Joel watches as Tommy gives some comforting words while you rest your head on the railing trying to catch your breath.

“Alright let’s get you inside,” Tommy says softly helping you back to your feet both men were surprised by the complacency given your rejection of their help last night. The younger Miller brother helps you sit on the couch pulling a blanket across your lap before joining his brother back by the front door.

“Where the hell did you find her?” Joel questions both men glancing over at you and the sickly expression and demeanour that surrounds you. “Stables was going to take her shift until someone could cover her. Found her barely able to stand looking like the wind could blow her away.” Looking back at you to find Ellie sitting beside you on the couch trying to offer you a glass of water and you accept with weak hands.

Your head was pounding with the weak sips of water added weight to your empty stomach creating more pain. Being in Jackson you’ve gotten too used to actual meals or decent food instead of picking scrapes or rationing food to last you when you were in the cabin. Even in Kansas, the limited ration cards were barely enough for a growing child your stomach used to times of going through the day with maybe only one meal or just a crumb of food in your body.

“Hey kid,” Tommy’s voice pulls you from your thoughts with a heavy head looking up at the older man squatted in front of you. “You just stay there with Ellie and keep drinking water. Gonna get you soup something light on your stomach alright?” You hum bringing your attention back to your drink and Tommy stands with a groan both he and Joel head elsewhere from your field of vision. You’re sure Joel said something to Ellie but your eyes drifted shut only to blink awake from a poke at your thigh and a whisper of your name.

“Thank fuck I thought you stopped breathing for a second,” Ellie sighs and you shift your position feeling a crick in your neck from how you rested it. Ellie sat on one end her legs crossed on the cushion while you were more splayed out on your end.

“Where’d they go?” You grumble rubbing your eyes and wincing from the soreness in your shoulder when moving it.

“Uh Tommy went to go get you some food from the mess hall and Joel went to get you painkillers for your shoulder and something for your fever,” Ellie explains fiddling with the comic in her hands. She felt a lot of pressure on her shoulders being responsible for someone much older than her. Joel basically telling to keep an eye on her and no matter the circumstances ‘Don’t Let Her Leave.’

You cough and a flare of dryness in your throat and you reach for the glass finishing the water lubricating your vocal cords, “I’m fine…” Your hands gripping the couch and trying to push yourself to stand.

“No no no. Joel said you have to stay here until they get back. You shouldn’t have been outside anyway with your injuries.” Ellie rises to her feet and grabs your arms pushing you back onto the couch a groan coming from you. “Sorry! But I can’t let you leave.”

“You’re an asshole.” You hiss your one moment of energy gone once return to the couch. “Whatever keeps you there, I’m gonna get you more water. Don’t move.” She says pointedly grabbing your empty glass she walks backward making sure you’re in her sites before bolting for the kitchen to get you more water. In the few seconds she’s gone you contemplate getting up and trying to leave but your body wins out on your mind shutting down in exhaustion.

“Alright, more water for you.” She holds it out and you accept it with a grunt, “You’re welcome.” Rolling her eyes she returns to her spot silence between the two of you before she speaks up.

“How did you get those burns on your arms.”

“No.” A tense air covers the living room and you can see Ellie fidgeting in the awkward tension and the coldness that came from you from just one word.

“I just thought…I don’t know if it’s good to talk about things. Joel says it isn’t healthy to keep things to yourself, though when I tell him shit he just scolds me and gets made like it wasn’t my fucking fault,” She kinda goes off track before refocusing, “I’m just saying maybe talking about it to someone who may get you. Instead of an adult that’s just gonna be annoying and berate you.”

“You’re like twelve though?” You say and she smacks your leg with her comic, “Fuck you I’m sixteen! You’re only two years older.” You smirk a light chuckle leaves you and Ellie has a look of shock.

“You just laughed? I’ve never heard you fucking laugh!” She gets all excited as you take of sip of your water, “And you’ll never hear it again.”

“Come on! You didn’t even crack a grin at my joke book and you know those were fucking funny.” She points her finger at you before leaning back against the arm of the couch. Your finger circles the rim of the glass your nails broken your skin littered with tiny cuts are fading scars.

“You can ask questions,” Ellie perks up, “But if I don’t want to answer you don’t push it. Got it.” It was a tiny step of her learning about you but she was taking it and running with it.

“Promise! Alright alright!” She fixes herself to be fully facing you an excited grin on your face.

“What’s your favorite color?”

Whatever time passed since Joel and Tommy left Ellie learned as much as she could from your favorite color even though you said you didn’t have one and she said everyone has one until you said orange like sunset orange, you were born in the summer though it took you a while to figure out when you were born, your favorite food being the chocolates Ellie gave you when you first met which lead her to run to the kitchen to grab them the two of you nibbling on them as you spoke, you told her you used to read when you were a kid taking as many books as you could in the QZ school library and during your travels to the cabin to keep you entertained the cabin having your ‘collection’ of books you found. It got to deeper questions that the light air took a different path.

“So how long were you in that cabin before Tommy and Jesse found you?” Ellie asks leaning her arms on her knees with interest.

“I found that place when I had just turned seventeen so it was still warm but it was going to start getting colder soon. I was with people for a bit before I left them. They found me and took me with them…they were Fireflies.” That piece of information has Ellie sitting up straight hearing the rebellion group she was closely connected to.

“You were a Firefly?” She asks and you shrug, “I didn’t believe and still don’t believe in that whole ‘Look for the Light’ bullshit. They didn’t kill me when I stumbled upon their base, they kept me alive and let me stay with them.” They could have killed you, you were just a kid with no benefits for them but they spared you. Kept you alive in this fucked up world.

“Why did you leave?” She asks. Had they come across people you knew when you were traveling? Ellie could tell Joel that you were a ‘Firefly’ maybe he’d met you before during their travels. Maybe Marlene knew of you or maybe Tommy might she was sure Joel mentioned Tommy being a Firefly once.

“Place got attacked. I’m not sure who it was but I didn’t have any ties to them. I wasn’t fighting in a dying rebellion so I left and found myself tired and bleeding at that cabin.” You say. You remember that quiet, the peace that was there in that building before you heard the pop of bullets, and suddenly people were yelling running towards the fight unaware it was coming straight towards them.

“You got hurt?” Ellie says concern in her voice. “Grabbed whatever I could and ran, whatever group or whoever was there got me. The bullet went right through my calf no matter how fast I ran. I couldn’t outrun them so I just lay there and hoped they thought I was dead.

The pain of the bullet ripping through flesh your body hitting the ground and you just reacted smearing the blood of the dead Firefly next to you and just laid there. You heard the footsteps drawing near until they stopped right before you and for a second you were actually fearful that you would die. You heard the clatter of the empty magazine land inches from your face before whoever was before you looted the Firefly’s weapon and continued on leaving you there. You weren’t sure how long you stayed there until you got up and limped your way out of that building.

“I fixed myself up then just walked until I stumbled up the cabin you know the rest.” You say and it’s quiet before you place the once again empty glass to the side looking at Ellie an unrecognizable look on her face. “You alright?” She quickly looks up the look disappears as well.

“Yeah..yeah I’m good.” She says with a nod and you return one as well, “It wasn’t an easy life but it was my life. I rather deal with the infected. They are predictable I know how they work. But people…the ones still living in this fucked up world. They are the reason I stayed in the cabin.”

It was an understandable reason, infected were easier to read and how to avoid them or to kill them. Humans had different ideas and ways of living, and that made them more dangerous. If it wasn’t for a fungus infecting a majority of them we all would have killed each sooner or later.

“All these years who taught you to survive…who looked after you in the QZ? Where were your parents during all of this.” The shock in your veins just from the mention of the two people who created you, mainly the one who was in your life.

“You think I’m going to look after an ungrateful fucking brat?!”

With the slam of that glass bottle, the chips and cracks form just waiting for the one moment when it explodes when slammed just hard enough.

The smell of the smoke would cloud the house, making your eyes water, and your lungs tight begging for fresh air.

Your skin burns as the stick is held against your skin. Screams and pleads blare in your head.

“This is all your fault!”

“Pass.”

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[eccentricallygothic]

Pairing: Daddy-Dom bf!Pedri | Tall brat gf!You. 

Warning(s): D/s dynamics, power imbalance, manhandling, stern Pedri, Daddy kink, spanking, humiliation, degradation, dumbification, nipple play, ddlg. Please do not read if this isn't your cup of tea. Do not repost my works in any way, or use my ideas without permission. Minors do not interact.  

-> Part I Here <- This continuation probably only exists because of @percysley

You are too greedy for your own good.

And though you will probably never admit it to your Daddy who always says that, when his hand comes down on your very naked poor little sorry butt again, you jump before letting out a whine. 

Your long legs dangle from where you're sprawled across Pedri's lap and curl against the ground. "Mmmmh!" You can't help but groan when he grips one of your arms and cups the curve of your nether regions to push your body up and adjust its position to expose it better to his wrath. "Daddy, please!" Your arms that he has folded and locked under the hand that's not busy bruising your ass struggle in their bind. 

You had chosen ice cream. 

But as the flavor of one of your favorite treats continued to fade on your tongue, you weren't sure if whining until he gave you the choice between a hefty cupful of yummy butterscotch ice cream or a spanking only for you to choose the former had been the right decision. 

Your Daddy had a rather deceiving physique.

Because while he did not look like the strongest guy ever, the guy could pull and land some weight pretty effortlessly. 

Pedri being the stern brat tamer that he was had turned a deaf ear to your begs and pleads -unless you were to use your safeword- as he continued to heat up your ass. 

"Daddy! I am sorryugh!" You almost snapped this time around, wincing as you tried to dodge his hits but all in vain. 

"Yeah?" You groaned when he squeezed one of your aching cheeks and pulled at it.

"Ugh, yes!" 

Your Daddy clicked his tongue. "I don't know, little one" as your cheek was allowed to move back into its place, his fingers dragged across your hot skin, tracing the linear dent between your buttcheeks. "Doesn't sound like it" your legs kicked when he suddenly pulled his palm back only to bring it colliding against your pitiable ass again. 

"Owie, Daddyyyy!" You bounced in all directions in a comical way. "I am! I do mean it- owwwwie fuuuu-"

"What was that?" Your eyes widened when you were pulled backwards and closer to him by your arms. 

Oh no! 

You nearly said a naughty word!

"Nothing, Daddy! OmaiGawd, nothing nothing!" You sputtered in an alarming way, hoping and praying that he didn't hear.

Pedri clicked his tongue in disapproval and you could just visualize him shaking his head. "What a shameful little thing this is" your thighs that you had brought together were smacked apart, the sound of skin colliding with skin nearly echoing off the walls. "Causing a scene in the bookstore like our Daddy hasn't taught us any manners" the blow that came down this time around made your pucker sting because of the distance he had created between your knees. 

"Owieeee!" He spoke over your pitiful cries. 

"Then arguing against rules–"

"I wasn't arguing– ouuuuch!" That earned you two more spanks, one on each cheek. 

"Arguing again" the sternness of his tone made you mum and you whimpered, lowering your head. He let you dwell in the humiliating silence for a couple seconds as he caressed your throbbing ass and sit spots before continuing. "Then bargaining with Daddy" another spank, "only to pretend like we didn't remember choosing spanking for ice cream!" The spanks he landed now were short, firm and calculated. "As if all that isn't pathetic enough, saying big naughty words that are absolutely forbidden for silly little baby sluts like yourself!"

"I am sorrryyyy!" Was all you could speak through your sorry snot. 

"And then…" A gasp left you when he harshly cupped the mound between your legs and squeezed it. "Making a mess all over Daddy's pants like it's playtime" your flushed face heated up even more as your speedy pulse began to riot, your heart thumping in your chest. "Tsk" the squelching of your wetness was loud in the otherwise quiet room as Pedri gathered some on his fingers before feeling it. "Just too silly to know anything, aren't we, baby?" Your holes clenched when he spread the cool juices over your seething cheeks. 

You moaned and whined, pushing your ass up against his hand for more, the pain in your lower half giving way to something more powerful. 

Pedri snickered under his breath and then you felt his hand curl around your thigh. "Such a dirty little slut I've here" a loud squeak escaped you when he suddenly flipped you over so now you were laying down on your back. "Her little mind is too small to know the difference between punishment and playtime, huh?" One of his hands pushed your shirt up to reveal the chest that he loved to play with, and the other one pushed your legs apart. "So whenever Daddy so much as even touches her, she's ready to go" his vile words were pricking at your face but you were too far gone to protest, whining and biting your lips in anticipation as his fingers twirled one of your nipples between them.

"Mmm~" your hands hung above your head. 

Pedri's eyes were dark as he shook his head at the way you moaned when his fingers brushed your sex. "Dirty, dirty baby" your eyes widened when his hand pulled back before landing on your pussy, causing your whole body to twist and jerk upwards. "What?" He spoke to you in a baby voice like you were nothing more. "Aw, bunny…" Your cruel Daddy clicked his tongue as he wound his hand back and brought it down on your folds again. "This isn't playtime!" A bile formed in your throat when he paused momentarily to spread your pussy lips to expose the flushed flesh underneath. "But of course, you're too much of an airhead to know that, aren't you?" The spank that thundered against your soaked pussy now was piercing in its quality. 

You had a long evening to go before you could hope for some mercy or chance at redemption. 

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Pedri makes me feral. Unedited. Feedback is much appreciated 🩷

[eqt-95]

I'm here to bring fluff and happiness back with this ♥️

ok so get this: my phone showed your ask as a red heart. so here I was, typing away about deep-throating popsicles and fingering milkshakes when I opened your ask on my laptop and saw a... white heart?! absolute witchcraft!

and since now i don't know what's right-side up from upside down, i offer a mash up: ❤️+🤍 or 'first kiss / realization' + 'kiss at the wedding / milestone'

p.s. thanks for the fluff and happiness injection. i needed it

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Kara loved going to weddings. What wasn’t there to love? There were flowers, delicious foods, endless dancing, and, best of all, that excuse to confess your deepest feelings in front of friends and family to the love of your life. 

She’d watched her sister and Kelly share their vows, commit to each other, and look darn good while doing it. She danced with Nia and Brainy to Bye-Bye-Bye which was technically of Alex’s no-play list, but Nia bribed the DJ. She stuffed her face with cake alongside Esme who was stubbornly fighting off the sleepies. She even had the most amazing pep-talk slash hug slash reveal with Lena.

The very best kind.

The kind that left her warm and seen and cherished.

The kind that left her wanting that same feeling for forever. 

The kind that felt like a Red Sun: held and understood and home. 

So why did she feel so… heavy and twisted inside?

Stumped. She was stumped. She was also in a slump. Her lower lip was quite close to a grump. But how to overcome this hump?

She shook her head. Now was definitely not the time for Dr. Seuss rhymes. Though silently she argued there was always time for Dr. Seuss rhymes.

Serious Kara won out. So instead of rhymes she stewed. She stewed and brewed and searched for a clue(d) -

“What’s up homie?” Nia asked, sliding across the bench and tipsily colliding into Kara’s side. “You missed REO Speedwagon. Even J’onn gave it his all; might’ve thrown out his back though. Poor guy. I am parched.”

Kara bit her lip and scowled and really really wanted a rhyme scheme to get her through this. “You love Brainy, right?”

“Woa, left field there swinger,” Nia smirked. Her attention was on the array of glasses with colorful drinks littering the table behind them. “Sure do.”

Kara slouched and let her chin find the palm of her hand. “So how did-”

“You think this is sour raspberry?” Nia interrupted, a cup of bright blue liquid appearing under Kara’s nose. “Or tropical punch,” she said.

Kara sniffed the cup. “Tropical punch.”

“Bonus,” Nia exclaimed and took a long drag. “You were saying?”

“Um,” Kara began without an ounce of heroic chutzpah. “How did you know?”

The question made the ‘heavy’ feeling morph into butterflies. It did nothing for the twisting. In fact, it exacerbated the twisting. It wrangled around her heart and made her breaths shallow with nerves. Definitely no chutzpah.

“Easy: He’s my person. My ride or die. To infinity and beyond. The Clyde to my Bonnie.”

“Are you sure that’s who you want to compare-”

“Look, it doesn’t matter. They went out with a bang,” Nia scoffed. “But fine, point taken,” Nia conceded then pulled another deep swig. “He’s the Orpheus to my Persephone.”

“I think you mean Eurydice.”

“Sure.” Her lips were now a faint shade of blue.

“But also, didn’t Orpheus fail-?”

“He did no such thing!” Nia proclaimed with rather unfounded enthusiasm. Juice sloshed onto the grass. “He went to the depths of hell for the woman he loved. He descended through souls and ghouls and fools-”

Kara wondered if this was the rhyme she needed. Maybe it was, because it propelled her up and across the lawn and so focused was she that Nia’s parting words of ‘Go get her, champ!’ fell of deaf ears.

She stumbled over lawn darts and accidentally destroyed a life-size jenga game. She nearly walked straight through the barn wall and into a decorative trough. She walked straight past the cake without grabbing a slice. 

Kara Zor El was on a mission.

And that mission was less than ten feet away, laughing and radiating like the sun rose and shone only for her. Her nose scrunched as the smile spread wider when Kara approached. It faded only slightly when the palpable look of fear on Kara’s face was noticed.

“Kara? Is everything ok?” she asked, stepping away from the group and brushing a reassuring thumb over Kara’s arm.

They stepped more steps until the steps led them to crickets and tree frogs and only the white noise of people. And ever the Pulitzer winning wordsmith, these were the words that managed to trip out of her mouth:

“I want to be your Orpheus.”

Lena’s mouth parted and eyes narrowed. “You… what?”

“I want to… shoot, no I mean…”

“You want to trap me in hell?” Lena asked. And bless the straight face she was trying to keep, but between Kara’s fish mouthing and absolutely butchering of whatever heartfelt words she had hoped would appear out of thin air, Lena’s face was doing some serious gymnastics to keep from smirking.

“He didn’t fail! He… he…”

Straws. Those were the things Kara was grasping for. Humiliatingly limp, paper straws.

“I want to fight off souls and ghouls and fools for you. I want the chance. I want you and the world to know that you are the person I’d move heaven and hell for you, because you make me feel whole. You make me feel seen and wanted and loved and I just… I just want you. And I don’t know why it’s taken me so long to realize it but I-”

Lips.

Soft lips.

Soft lips and deep sighs and the flutter of long dark hair tickling her cheeks.

And then a sigh.

And then a ‘wowzers’.

And then a laugh.

And then again.

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ask game

[gabessquishytum]

I’ve got another one!

alright this is me totally projecting here (hearing loss anon what what)

alright so….

human AU Dream does not make conversation, he doesn’t speak to people in crowded or noisy areas, it is very hard for him to keep a conversation if he’s forced to have one, he can’t socialise very well, and occasionally it’s hard for people to understand his speech.

Dream’s hard of hearing. He’s given up on having conversations with people because it’s so hard to hear them. His family won’t help him cause they just think he’s quiet he’s very disconnected from people. He’s never been treated and it’s only gotten progressively worse, it’s also why he got into art and not musical instruments like his other siblings. one day in the art room he hears something. it’s very far away “hi… hello?” It’s probably half way across the room.

“I’m Hob mind if I sit?”

there’s movement in his peripheral. he looks up. a man is smiling down at him. Assumedly the same man who asked him to sit down. he merely nods, no need to make conversation. “I'm new here is this sculpting?”

Shit a question, with missing information ok context clues, he’s never seen him before, probably new and wants to know what class this is. “You are in sculpture,”

“Thanks mate”

this Hob starts starts messing with a mound of clay talking the whole time Dream couldn’t understand him it didn’t matter.

“how’s your day?”

“satisfactory”

“I’m sorry, I asked what your name was?”

Dream blushed, he had fucked up again

“it’s uh Dream,”

“pretty”

dream nodded.

“you don’t talk much do you?”

shit shit shit Damnit fuck shit, Dreams gotta lip read. He looks up at Hob locking eyes with his lips.

dream stares at hob’s lips for a normal amount of time and nods when he thinks is appropriate and hopes Hob doesn’t ask a question it’s all going so well till….

“oh, you can’t hear me,” Hob says in the middle of his sentence so he scoots a little closer and raises his voice a little louder and enunciates more clearly, but not in a patronizing way just so Dream could understand.

“I’m afraid I cannot, how could you tell?” Dream asked.

hob chuckles, “you’re leaning towards me with one ear pointing at me which I’m assuming is your better ear and you’ve been squinting at my lips for the past ten minutes,”

Dream blushes.

“my sister’s deaf I pick up on things,”

so dream and hob keep talking, well hob does most of the talking but dream doesn’t mind, until hob stops.

“I’ll give you a break, you probably got listening fatigue,”

and he was right Dream was beginning to feel the affects of listening fatigue until Hob did something with his hand.

“what was that?”

“sign language, you don’t know sign?”

“no, I make do with what I have,”

“can I teach you?”

Dream of course leans in for a kiss.

“teach dream! Teach!”

they both laugh it off, he does however get that kiss later.

soon dream is proficient in sign language and is good friends with Hob’s sister. He seems happier and more outgoing. and in a couple years down the road…

dream and hob will sign their wedding vows.

-🦎

AHHHHHH HoH Dream!!!!! This is just so wonderful and beautiful and I love it. Obviously hate the idea of Dream not having any means to communicate because no one has helped him learn to sign, but Hob!!!!! Hob’s gonna teach him!!!!!!! AND kiss him.

Not being d/Deaf myself, I won't add too much onto this except to say that I love it, and I know I'm going to be thinking about it for a long time. Especially them signing their wedding vows. Yes!!!! Please!!!!!

[dollcherray]

HELLOOOO :D

I read the SMG4 and SMG3 headcanon I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THEM!

And wanted to ask you to make SMG3 x reader who got deaf right/left ear because of Mr puzzles loud crap

It's ofc fine if you don't want to c:

୨୧ THINGS TO DO ✮⋆˙

SMG3 X READER WHO GOT HALF DEAF

Type: Headcanons, romantic, fluff/angst (kind of hurt comfort?)

Warnings: Mentions of blood, Smg3 kinda blames himself? is that a trigger?

A/N: i am currently writing this with one hand and some fingers of the other since i cutted my left hand, yuh. (didnt know if you wanted one shot or Hcs so i did headcanons :3) and yes, i reused one of the banners, do something about it.

Song recommendation: Things to do

୨୧ It was something so fast, he didnt really process what happened to you at first, everyone was happy that Puzzles was finally defeated, laughing and joking, until he just saw you, holding one of your ears, unmoving, with a pained but scared expression, and he immediately got worried, hurrying to your side to see what happened.

୨୧ Thats when he saw it, thats when he knew it when he saw the blood drip from your ear to your cheek and jaw line, he froze, but quickly came back to his senses so he could at least try to help you

୨୧ What happened?! why was your ear bleeding?! what could have done this?? he got 10 times more worried when you said you couldnt hear on that specific ear, thats when he rushed you to the nearest medical facility.

୨୧ When he heard that you got half deaf, his heart sank, SMG3 was so sad for you, he loves you and he doesnt likes to see you sad or in pain and your saddened expression made him more hurt.

୨୧ He really hates Puzzles for what happened to you but now theres really nothing they could do about, except try to move on and adapt to these new circumstances, and when i say adapt i mean that he will get 5x more protective with you.

୨୧ Literally would not let you in any loud places or some shit like that, he just fears that you will get deaf on your other and only functioning ear too, parties? raves? or any place that is very loud because of the music? yup! forget it!

୨୧ He apologized to you the day you lost half of your hearing all the time for not taking much care of you and failing to, that if he took actual good care of you nothing would have happened, please reassure this man that its fine or else he might get himself killed because of his mental guilt.

୨୧ He treats you kindly 10x more, being so much caring for you just to "make it up" for the traumatic events, he will go to the depths of hell to just give you a perfect day or something you need.

୨୧ He knows its kind of a delicate thing so whenever you feel like crying or just upset by the fact you lost half of your hearing just go to him, he will literally just drop everything hes doing, doesnt matter what is it, SMG3 will sit down to hear you one way or the other<3

୨୧ If someone make fun of you because of your deficiency, that person better start praying, Smg3 is portrayed to be very strong so, ill just say that the person would have turned into mashed potatoes:3

୨୧ “Deficiency or no deficiency, your still perfect to my eyes<3”

[robo-writing]

NSFW Alphabet - Joshua Rosfield Edition

Pairing: Joshua Rosfield/Reader Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors DNI Author's Note: Good god this took me a hot minute, apologies for the delay! Enjoy reading about everyone's favorite blonde bird.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Out of all of the FFXVI boys, he is the KING of aftercare. Knows what you need before you even ask, meticulously kisses every bruise and mark on your body, wraps you in his hold like a cocoon and doesn’t let go.

Dedicated to your comfort, he gently wipes at your shaky legs, voice soft and soothing.

“I know my love, you did so well,” he coos, a hand rubbing comforting circles against your thighs. “Let me take care of you, just sit back and relax.”

Once he’s done he massages every ache, kisses every bruise. He pulls your hair back, smoothes it over and revels in how you melt into the sheets.

Eyes closed in bliss, you reply. “What have I done to deserve you?”

A soft chuckle escapes him. “I often wonder the same about you.” While sex with Joshua is amazing, you could argue that the pampering you get afterward is even better.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He loves your breasts. He loves how they look in a tunic, he loves how they look bare, he loves how they move when he thrusts into you, Joshua is simply a boob man.

Similarly to his brother, he loves watching your face, your cute reactions are the highlight of his day.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

The first time he made you squirt it was unexpected. You thought he would be angry, so when you looked up and saw him staring at the bedsheets you were ready to apologize, only to be interrupted instead.

“You can do that?” He asked, fascinated. 

Nervously, you nod. “Rarely. I didn’t mean to do it but your fingers felt really nice and I couldn’t hold it back—”

“Wait, what do you mean ‘hold it back’?”

Silence, then his thumb gently rubs on your oversensitive clit. “My love, have you been hiding this from me?”

This time you can’t keep silent, his fingers drawing out soft whines from your lips. “I didn’t want you to get upset—”

There’s a determination in his eyes, as if a fire had been lit underneath him. Suddenly his fingers resume their vigorous pace, your pleas falling on deaf ears.

“If I had known…” He chuckles, watching your cunt squeeze against his fingers. “Well, I guess I’ll have to make up for lost time.” And make up for lost time he did. A new record was set for how many times you could come in one single night, and it was not an exaggeration to say that you could not walk in the morning. It was, however, an awkward conversation when Joshua had to ask Otto for new sheets.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Not much of a secret, but he is very, VERY submissive. Initially he was the dominant one but a slip up in the bedroom made you realize just how willing he was to let you take the lead, and ever since you’ve been the one who takes care of him.

Your thighs burn with exhaustion, holding onto his shoulders as you bounce on his cock. He looks so pretty underneath you, red and flushed while he holds your hips steady.

“My love, my love…” He’s lost himself in the feeling of your cunt, not truly aware of anything beyond how tight you feel around him. You’re no better off, a thick haze of lust clouding your senses. 

“I’m yours, gods above—“ he whines against your collarbone, pulls you down against him and mouths desperately at your chest. 

“Yeah? You treat me so well Joshua,” you moan, stroking his head as you grind into his lap. “So well behaved, aren’t you?”

Something changes in the air, you can practically feel him fall apart when you speak. You test your theory, bringing his head upwards to meet your eyes.

“Such a good boy for me, aren’t you Joshua?”

The noise he lets out is pornographic.

“Yes, yes, so good, please—“

You move faster against his length, pushing him into the sheets with a heavy hand. “That’s right, darling. You like it when I compliment you, don’t you?” 

He cries, whimpers your name as you lean in to speak his praises in his ear. “My pretty boy, mine to use as I wish, isn’t that right?”

You feel it before you hear it, the warmth that spread throughout your body as he calls your name with a shout. His breathing is ragged, hips thrusting into you with abandon as his seed spills into you. Already he stutters between moans, apologies leaving his lips.

“‘M sorry, sorry—“ Another shudder renders him pliant. “Didn’t mean to, I’m sorry, let me—“

You cut him off with another rise and fall of your hips, watching in bliss as he falls against the sheets limp.

“It’s okay baby, don’t worry,” you gently caress his cheek, kiss sloppily at his lips and swallow his delicious pleas. “I know you can’t help it, so I’ll help train you, alright?”

You coo at him, fall back onto his cock with force and grin when his eyes roll back. “We’ll keep going until I’ve had my fill, my love.”

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Had no experience beforehand, so everything he knows is from experimentation with you. I have a headcanon that he may not be physically experienced, but he is a very learned man, and probably read some less-than-appropriate material in his adolescence. 

It was actually a surprise when he told you he never had sex before, because he sure didn’t act like it.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Cowgirl, goes absolutely nuts for it. The sway of your breasts, the loud slap of your thighs against his, the lost expression on your face when he hits just the right spot—

Anyway, he really likes you being on top.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He’s fluid, he can switch it up at a moment's notice, it just depends on the mood. It’s not uncommon for him to crack a sly joke or two. However, when he really gets in the mood he goes total subspace, so you have to be very attentive to his wants and needs and take care of him.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Very groomed. A habit he learned growing up as the prince (and was also hammered into him by his mother).

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He shows his intimacy through action rather than words. Holds you close, kisses you anywhere he can, rubs your aches and pains and warms you with his body heat.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He doesn’t (unless you tell him to.)

He is a very patient man, and thrives off the wait. He will purposely hold off his own pleasure until he can pull you away.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Praise - He will never stop complimenting you, even over the littlest things. Pleasure Dom/Switch - If he doesn’t make you come at least three times you’re not leaving, period. Could be crying with overstimulation and will still hold off to watch you shake above him.

Intercrural - Sometimes he doesn’t need to slide into your cunt, your thighs do well enough.

Mutual Masturbation - Watches mesmerized when you touch yourself, just the thought of him watching makes you this horny? He’s on cloud nine.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

The bedroom, or anywhere where he’s certain you won’t be interrupted for at least a while and you’re allowed to be loud. He doesn’t enjoy the idea of someone walking in, and would rather take his time.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

When you subtly tease him throughout the day. The kind of touches that linger just too long, or the kind of looks that betray what you’re thinking of at the moment.

You’ve been teasing him all day, subtle in all the right ways. Of course it’s natural for couples to hug, but what the others don’t see is your hand creeping up to play with the strings of his tunic.

Of course you can kiss your boyfriend, but when you bite his lip softly as you leave he wonders if it’s simply the summer heat or if you’re the one who has made him sweat.

He might go insane if you keep this up.

There’s only so much he can take, he is only a man. He watches you from behind, admires your figure as you bend over, only to feel his cock throb when he notices your bare thighs underneath your dress.

Your thighs, and a lack of underwear.

This isn't fair. None of this is fair, and when you walk over to him with a coy smile there’s a sick little voice in his head that wants to grab you by the arm and bend you over—

“What are you thinking about Joshua?”

Your voice snaps him out of his thoughts.

You sway side to side, and his eyes can’t help to be glued to your dress, suddenly aware that anyone could have seen your little display.

“My love, are you busy?”

“Not at all,” you hum. “Why do you ask?”

“I think maybe we should have a very long chat,” he says, holding you by the hand before briskly dragging you away. “It would be best for us to continue this in our bed chambers.”

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything that involves permanent damage to you.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Guys, listen to me, and listen to me well. All of the FFXVI boys are munches, but Joshua is a DEVOURER. PUT THAT PRETTY BLOND BIRD ON HIS KNEES. HOLD HIM BY THE HAIR AND WATCH HIM GET PUSSY DRUNK, HE HAS A VERY REAL CHANCE OF SUFFOCATING BETWEEN YOUR LEGS. 

Just hear me out for a second: You’re lying in bed, Joshua’s between your legs working magic against your pussy, you’ve come at least twice now but he’s not stopping. The third has you floating, pushing against him for a break but he just pulls you back with an unknown strength and doesn’t let his mouth stop moving for a second. From the little you can see his face is completely drenched, pupils fully dilated and you can barely see the blue in them anymore. Boy is talking MAGIC to your pussy as he grinds against the sheets, a small part of you wonders if he’s come yet but it doesn’t seem to matter, he just keeps fucking going and pressing you down each time you arch away from him.

Anyway Joshua Rosfield is the munch of munches don’t argue with me on this.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

When he’s domming he’s very relaxed, a very romantic and sensual lover. When he’s being dommed he gets so whiny and desperate it’s beyond adorable, will grab at you and beg and won’t shut up unless you give him a reason to or gag him.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He doesn’t have an appetite for it, maybe if the two of you were especially desperate he’d indulge, but Joshua would rather take his time with you.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Yes, but you’d be the one to initiate.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He’s always been sickly at a young age, and the effects of that have carried over as he’s grown. However, unlike the other men, what he lacks in stamina he makes up for in detail. While he may only be able to go for two rounds, they are very long, drawn out sessions. 

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

If you’re comfortable with the idea, he’d be willing to try. He’s most interested in being tied up.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He’s very fair, but 9/10 you’re going to be the dominant one in the relationship. Please tease him, he’ll be so well-behaved for you.

He breathes in deeply, holds you tight to him as your hand languidly strokes his length. Up, down, and back up again, you squeeze a bit and revel at the pathetic keen that rises from his throat.

You shush him gently, spreading the precum that drips from his tip with your thumb. “Gimme a color darling.”A sniffle, and then— “Green, please, keep going.”

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He’s LOUD, he wants you to have zero doubts about how good you make him feel, whines and whimpers and begs like a good boy.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Mommy kink. This counts as a dirty secret as well.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

5.9 inches on the skinny side, uncut and REALLY sensitive. His tip turns a pretty bright red when you overstimulate him and leaks like crazy.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

While more behaved than the other men it really doesn’t take him a lot to get going, if you pull him away to a secluded room and kiss him until his lips bruise he’ll do anything you say.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Makes sure all your needs are met, and then it’s lights out. Likes to press himself into your chest and spoon you as he does.

[emotionallyunstableduck]

Between the Lines pt2

pairing: Dazai x Reader

warnings: smut

a/n: this is the part two with the smut of this

In a classic Dazai fashion, he paid no heed to your words and pulled you under him on the couch "Kunikida-kun can wait" he said as he started to pepper your neck with small kisses. You stiffened under him causing him to chuckle at your flustered state "I'm not going bite my dear" he continues kissing down your chest "but I'm not against it if that's what you are into". His words were making your heart beat like crazy. "Dazai-san please" "please what dear" "please kiss me".

And so he did. He kissed you with passion. Passion that burned within him from your first encounter. Passion that grew every time you caught his eye. You broke the kiss panting for air while covering your flushed face. "I'm losing my control Y/N please don't hide away" he said slowly opening his shirt buttons. After which he went back to kissing your neck except this time, his lips continued lingering downwards until he reached the valley of your chest. He ripped open a few of your shirt buttons proceeding to smush his face into your chest.

His mouth wrapped around your nipple while his fingers played with the other caused you to cuss out. "There there darling" his teeth grazed your chest sucking and kissing the area. "I always wondered how wet you'd get from this darling. It kept me up during the night" dazai groaned out as his slender fingers made their way under your skirt, caressing your clothed pussy. "Dazai stop teasing" you blurt out getting impatient by the second "I'm not teasing darling I'm just enjoying myself". He completely pulls your skirt down leaving you in your ripped shirt and the lingerie which you may or may not have worn for him.

"Don't you think it's time to admit it dear" his smug look making him look even more irresistible "a-admit what Dazai-san" he hooked a finger in your panties exposing your pussy "I saw how you stare holes into me when you think I'm not looking". His words are heating your entire body up "so admit that you love me like I love you" that caught you off-guard "I love you Dazai-san. I did for a long time now".

"Love you too my darling" he chirped out before plunging two digits into your sopping cunt and pumping them drawing out high pitched moans at the sudden intrusion. His kisses continued as they slowly creeped their way down "do you know how much I wanted this" he placed a kiss on your clit flicking if with his tongue "how much I wanted you".

You were so close. So close. So very close but he pulled out his fingers earning your little whines. He chuckled "The first time I make you come will be on my dick" he said kissing you one more time before he got rid of his pants and pulled his dick out. He flipped you onto your stomach lifting your ass up as he shoved himself in.

"D-Dazaii slower please" your whimpers fell to deaf ears as he continued his pace. "My Darling come for me yea" his raspy voice sent shivers down your spine as you gushed around him. After a couple more minutes, he pulled out as he came all over your ass.

"So much better than paperwork right dear?" he said cleaning you gently as you both cuddled on the couch. "much much better" you laughed. "Does this mean I can crash at your place again" "only if I get cuddles".

[life-is-unreal]

Stranger Danger~ {Genshin x Reader} Teyavat Chapter 14 - Teardrop Crystal

slight spoiler : There's probably going to be a slime army :D, which slime for Liyue I wonderrrr :DDD

"Welcome back!" Venti's eyes glimmered under the bar lights. "Ah, this is the Holy Lyre! You managed to retrieve it!"

"The pattern of flowing wind carved on the rosewood... and the strings still feel cool to the touch too. Oh, the memories..." You rolled your eyes. Anyone with an actual brain could tell what's wrong with his words. 

Jean exchanged a glance with you. Barely shaking her head. "What do you think, Venti? Can you summon Dvalin?"

Venti shrugged, spreading his hands, "Although this lyre is the real thing, I doubt that it's going to work. As you can see, the lyre has been through a thousand years of history. Its Anemo power has run dry. In this condition, you couldn't play music fit for even Diluc's tavern with it..."

Diluc frowned, "Bards fight to get on the stage of my tavern. Don't make assumptions!" 

Paimon gaped at him in disbelief, "Is that really important right now, Master Diluc!? And you - did you just borrow the Holy Lyre to play music for drunkards to hear?"

"Hehe."

Paimon's eyes widened in a cartoon like way, "What do you mean "hehe"!?"

"Anyway, we won't be able to call Dvalin with it." You sniggered at Aether's expression, if you didn't know the plot before hand, you would've slapped Venti.

Venti hurriedly changed his words upon Aether's emotionless face. "The lyre itself is fine, but the strings..."

You patted Aether's shoulder, "Time for you to do your lil magic."

"M-me?"

“He never said that it was broken."

He nodded, "It's just that the anemo power is diminished."

You leaned to Aether's ear, "Use the tear drop thingy."

His eyes widened, "I- I never told you about that." He hissed.

You fluttered your eyelashes, "Shut up and do it."

Venti grinned, "It worked, as expected. 

"This youthful glow..." Jean muttered.

"Praising yourself?" Paimon gasped flabbergasted.

"It's not just a youthful glow, it fucking changed colors." You commented.

Jean raised a brow, "KEUGH KEUGH I said nothing." You waved your hands.

She sighed in exasperation, "...I was talking about the Holy Lyre."

"Thanks to Aether having purified the crystal, the Holy Lyre won't continue to lose power. That said, its power is far from replenished. It'd be great if we could get more tears."

"We'll-"

"Wait." Your eyebrows furrowed. "Jean, you didn't pay us yet."

Paimon slapped her forehead. "Oh yeah! Paimon forgot about that too!"

"Oh and we rented out a place instead of going to the inn..." you smiled largely.

Jean smiled lightly, "I'll send all of the rewards after Dvalin no longer threatens Mondstadt."

"Then the water bodies..." you wiggled your eyebrows, sparkles in your eyes.

"After Albedo finishes his experimentations."

"Ok, we'll help."

Venti's eyes remained unfocused, "Suffering alone in some deserted place..." he muttered.

"Dvalin..."

Paimon's expression turned from confusion to sadness, "Poor baby..."

"This is not something that an Honorary Knight and Y/N can accomplish alone. I will mobilize the rest of knights to assist. When you get the Teardrop Crystal, please let Aether perform the purification process."

"Leave it to me."

"Heroes supporting each other and setting out on a journey together... How exciting! Lemme come up with a song for you..." 

You and Paimon side eyed him. "Is that all you're going to do? Just sing?" Paimon screeched.

"Wouldn't be much of a bard if I didn't now, would I?"

"Hmph. You're so cheeky...You deserve an ugly nickname." Paimon, nooo, stop giving people that can one shot us ugly nicknames..."Oh, Paimon knows! From now on, you'll be known as 'Tone-Deaf Bard'!"

-.-.-

(Thousand Winds Temple)

"The ruin guards aren't attacking us..." Paimon scratched her head. "OH YEAH! It's Y/N's ability!"

A strange expression emerged on Diluc's face before returning back to normal.

You coughed slightly, "I think ya'll need to kill it though, how else are you going to get that crystal?"

Jean turned to you. "Y/N, do you want to try?"

"M-me?"

"Yes, I've been wondering how it would react when you attack it." Strong curiosity could be seen through her cerulean eyes.

"But-"

"I'll pay for your rent until you leave."

"Sure!"

Your catalyst appeared besides you.

Aether gaped at you, "Where did you get that?!"

You smirked, "It's called having friends."

It didn't take too long for your smile to drop. "Oh fuck I can barely even fight. What if I fucking die?" You dragged your legs behind you.

Taking a deep breath, a ball of Anemo appeared in your hands.

The ruin guard stared down at you, as if frozen in place. As the ball of Anemo became larger and larger, you felt horrified when you noticed that it wouldn't stop.

"Y/N! That's enough to knock him out!" Aether yelled, he had no idea why you were suddenly so strong, the Anemo ball was stronger than his tornado, his eyes widened as it slowly grew to be twice your size. 

Jean frowned. "Is this her first time?"

Aether paused. "I have no idea but she's definitely never summoned such a large ball."

Jean's eyes narrowed, "I'll have to knock her out if she can't control it, she'll end up in a coma if this continues, she'll also create a large enough storm to cover up the whole of Mondstadt if this Anemo ball continues increasing."

The ruin guard stared down at you. "HELP ME!" You screamed, your hair covering your face. You could feel the large amount of Anemo gathering in your body. In a blue screen that only you could see, you noticed your experience increasing in large amounts.

It was a good thing but you felt chills on your spine, you were going to faint by the enormous amount of energy roaring inside of you. It felt refreshing, but in contrast you could feel your body getting tired. You might die if this continues on.

Suddenly, you felt your body getting lighter. Lifting your head, you noticed that the ruin guard slowly walked towards the Anemo ball. As its arm touched the ball, you felt yourself regaining control of the elemental energy. 

"Is it, killing itself?" Paimon shrieked. 

The machine continued to walk towards you, its gears getting ripped and turned into metal dust by the reckless energy.

You panted, staggering as the entire ruin guard turned into metal dust before disappearing, a precious chest dropping in its place.

"That was unexpected." Diluc's questioning gaze landed on you before striding towards the chest.

"To sacrifice itself so that you wouldn't be depleted of elemental energy. This... is indeed very unexpected. Your pet slimes don't even seem as odd now that I think of it." Jean handed you a potion.

"This will replenish the lost energy in your body. Sucrose created the formula by accident. I'll introduce you to her soon. Sorry for almost knocking you out." 

"It's fine. I didn't expect this too."

"I'll bring you to Albedo when he comes back with results with the samples across Mondstadt."

"Sorry, but umm... Paimon has been wondering since yesterday, what are you guys talking about?" Paimon giggled nervously.

"Oh? Is there a problem with Mondstadt's water? I was wondering why I saw Kaeya near the Dawn Winery." 

Remembering the sample of water that Keyarye 'accidentally' dropped, a small bottle appeared in your hands. The moment you returned back home, you had split the sample of the concentrated substance in portions. You were going to give one of them to Albedo but he was probably cooped up somewhere doing experiments.

"Oh yeah! I almost forgot. You might want to give this to Albedo, he can compare it to other samples." The concentrated liquid wasn't like the diluted samples, it looked like water but to the keen eye, some differences could be spotted. From the minty tint to the light sweet smell.

"Thank you Y/N." Obviously, Jean noticed the differences, hopefully she'd give you a raise.

Clearing your throat, "Did you guys seriously not notice how all the plants around the lakes look kinda wilted and how there's less and less fish? Why'd you think a bunch of knights gathered samples of the water bodies. And come on Aether! You legit go out every single day. How brain dead are you?"

Paimon coughed, "Anywayyyy, Paimon didn't think we'd find Dvalin's tears in a place like this."

"As knights, we are taught to hone our investigative skills."

"And I ended up in prison because three knights thought I was a spy." You grumbled.

Jean sighed, holding her head. "I'll double your pay if you stop talking about that during work."

Your eyes sparkled in joy, "Ok Grandmaster!

-.-.-

(Whispering woods)

"Jean...has a turtle..." Paimon whispered dazed. "Diluc...has a turtle?...too?!"

"Paimon... Are you ok?" You poked her tummy. "Paimon... You gained weight again."

Paimon turned to you, her eyes unfocused, "Hey Y/N, did you have a pet turtle when you were young?"

"Yeah. I had...five or something but they all died because of sickness. Maybe something else."

"Y/N... had five turtles.... turtles...Ehehehe, turtles..."

Your face scrunched up. "She's..."

"Yeah, let's ignore her. Let her be in her lil world." Aether muttered. Yup, Aether sounded more and more like a Gen Z through your influence.

[ddejavvu]

hi miss mei! happy mvm <3

may I please request the parents at indi's school fawnin over him as a kindergarten teacher? maybe single parent! reader catches his eye :D at a parent-teacher meeting.

today is multiverse monday, send me any au you can think of! :)

hi lover!! this ran away from me and it's not either of your prompts but it's kindergarten teacher!indy!! i hope that's okay 😅

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"No, Miguel, you can't-" Indiana's words fall on tiny, deaf ears as Miguel climbs the ladder regardless of his wet hands, slipping only three rungs down from the top of the play structure.

He falls fast, but Indiana moves faster, almost too fast for you to see as he throws his hands out to catch the kindergartener. Miguel lands safely in his arms, grinning up at his teacher completely unphased as you pull open the gate to the kindergartener's playground and step inside.

"You can't climb with wet hands," Indiana finishes his thought, smiling tensely at the boy, "You know that."

"I wanted to try," Miguel whines, "It was fun! My tummy felt funny when I fell."

"Well it won't feel funny when you land on your butt," You pipe up, keys in your hand as you narrow your eyes at your nephew despite the grin on your lips, "Why don't you thank your teacher for helping you?"

"Auntie!" Miguel shouts, writhing in Indiana's hold to drop to the ground. He offers the man a quick 'thank you Mr. Jones!' before racing to you, begging to be held in your arms instead.

"Hi, buddy," You grin, lifting the growing boy off of the pavement, "Ooh, you're getting pretty big."

Miguel looks pleased with your observation, like it's been a personal project of his. You turn your attention to his teacher who's watching you with a smile, eyes holding your own with an intrigued gaze.

"I'm Y/N," You introduce yourself, "Miguel's aunt. I'm on the release form, his mom is staying late at work today. The front office cleared me." You show off a badge that says 'visitor' on it in big blue letters, stuck to the front of your shirt.

"Indiana," The man sticks a hand out, and Miguel's face wrinkles.

"Indiana," He parrots, "Like where Mommy's friend is from?"

"That's India," You correct the boy, laughing good-naturedly with Indiana as you shake his hand, "Mommy's friend is from India."

"I didn't know your name was India," Miguel stares skeptically at his teacher, who doesn't bother correcting the boy.

"That's because you have to call me Mr. Jones," He raises a brow at Miguel, ignoring the way a little blonde girl bumps into the back of his leg while she's running from her friend, "Because you're my student. But your aunt isn't, so she gets to call me Indiana."

"Okay," Your nephew decides, though you're sure he'll solely refer to his teacher as Indiana now. He turns to you, dark hair mussed from his time on the playground, "Auntie, I have to get my backpack."

"Okay baby," You set Miguel down, patting him on the back, "Go get it, but come right back, okay?"

"I didn't know you were Miguel's aunt," Indiana muses, and your attention is back on him. Now that you're not occupied with your nephew, you let yourself assess the man properly, and you find that his face is strikingly handsome, especially when his pretty eyes are cast upon you.

"I've never picked him up before," You grin sheepishly, "Usually it's his parents, yeah?"

"Mhm." Mr. Jones nods, glancing down at a dark-haired girl that tugs at his pants, "What, honey?"

She's silent as she brandishes an unopened bag of mini oreos, and he pulls the foil sides apart to open the treat, "There, now go sit at the tables, okay? No food in the grass."

She does as she's told, plopping back down in her seat in front of a butterfly-shaped lunch box.

Miguel's done exactly what you'd warned him not to do, and he's talking to his friends, no doubt discussing a bug they've found or bragging about the dollar he'd gotten from the tooth fairy the night before. You aren't upset, though, because it means you have more time to bask in Mr. Jones's piercing stare as he turns back to you.

"So, is this gonna be a regular thing?" He asks, a deep drawl to his voice, "You picking him up, I mean."

"Probably not," You lament, "His mom just had to take some overtime today, and his dad is out of town for the day."

"That's a shame," Indiana muses, "Y'know, I saw you at the supermarket on Saturday, but I thought cornering you in the produce section might not come off great. Here I thought we'd have a chance to talk."

Your spine stiffens slightly at the knowledge that what must be the most handsome man you'd ever seen has set his sights set on you, and you clear your throat, "Really?"

"Yeah." He grins, leaning back on one of the tables, "I thought we'd have easier conversation here. Chatting about macaroni brands isn't exactly riveting, is it?"

"If I came to pick up Miguel on Thursday..." You trail off inquisitively, and Indiana's smirk grows.

"I'd be here. I swap with another teacher Mondays and Wednesdays," He informs you, "But next week is different. I think I should send you the schedule, just to make sure you have the dates right."

"863-" You're already reciting your number before he's pulled out his phone, and you share a chuckle at the quick flow of the conversation.

"Auntie!" Miguel returns just as Indiana's pocketing his phone again, a wink thrown your way, "Look! A cricket!"

"Oh," Your eyes widen at the bug in your nephew's hands, "Uh, can you leave him here? He's not allowed in my car."

"Okay," Miguel concedes drearily, but he drops the cricket in the grass without complaint, "Bye cricket!"

"Bye cricket," You repeat, much more apprehensively, "Okay, buddy, you ready to go?"

Miguel takes your hand to drag you to the gate, and you're the one that turns to say goodbye to his teacher.

"Goodbye Indiana," You call, and the man waves with that charming smile of his, "See you Thursday!"

[acesbelovedwife]

Can you hear me?

Portgas D Ace x gender neutral deaf reader

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The Whitebeard pirates docked at a new island, Ace decided go ahead and explore while Marco yelled at him to get his ass back on the deck. He heard noises of battle so he decided to investigate further, when he got the the scene he found you finishing beating up a whole pirate crew, he tried to get your attention after you finished but you didn't seem to hear so he got closer to get your attention but you seemed to ignore him. When he finally tapped your shoulder you got scared and yelled while you fell on the ground.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you!" He apologized as you seemed to calm down a bit. "What's you name?" He asked while giving you a hand to get up. You couldn't hear him but he didn't seem like a bad guy so you took his hand. He also didn't seem like the type to know sign language so you just pointed at your ear and showed an "X" with your fingers. He seemed confused so you took out your notebook and started writing "I'm deaf, please talk a bit slower maybe I'll be able to read your lips" you gave him the notebook and pencil while smiling softly. He felt stupid for not realizing it earlier "I'm sorry I didn't know, what's you name? Mine's Ace" he gave you the notebook back. You kept on writing to each other. You learned each others names, interests.. he finally asked you would you wanna join Whitebeard pirates, it took you by surprise "Isn't it too sudden? They don't even know me" you wrote "don't worry, you're strong and I'm sure Pop's will love you!" He replied giving back the notebook. He motioned with his hand to follow him and you did, you grabbed his hand to not loose him. He was way faster than you. Ace blushed at your action but didn't mind it, he found it cute. When you got to the ship you seemed anxious so Ace ruffled your hair while slowly saying "it's ok" you seemed to understand since your grip on his hand lightened. When Ace appeared again he got hit in the head by Marco who scolded him for good 10 minutes after that, you were confused what's going on but your attention went to a loud vibration of the floor beneath you. Everyone looked immediately at someone who you guessed was the captain. He was saying something towards you but you couldn't read anything from his lips because of the mustache. Ace quickly started explaining to everyone that you're deaf and you can't hear any of them. You could kinda guess what Ace was saying so you hid behind him scared of what they'll think of you. "They beat up the whole crew by herself Pop's!" Whitebeard seemed to take a liking to you immediately so joining wasn't a problem, but more problems came with communication. Thankfully Marco knew sign language so it was easier communicating with the others through him.

After some time Ace would beg Marco to teach him the sign language, he wanted to be able to talk with you easier. When he learned it fully he decided to put it to the test, he found you trying to talk with pops while he just kept on laughing at your attempts to say something.

"Pop's could I borrow y/n for a bit?" Ace asked while Whitebeard nodded and helped you get off of his shoulder. He grabbed your hand somewhere where you two could be alone so no one disturbs you. As soon as he saw the coast was clear, Ace started signing to you "how are you doing y/n?" you got filled with shock which was soon followed by few tears falling off making Ace panic "are you ok what happened?" He kept on signing, when he got no response he pulled you close while you whimpered trying to stop crying, he caressed you back saying it's ok. He knew you can't hear him but knew you can feel the vibrations from his chest and they would always calm you down.

The crew saw you two got very close and teased Ace, even if you were right next to them they would tease him and he would get anxious you'll understand what they're saying. You couldn't really get what they were saying since they were talking way too fast, but one day when someone was speaking slower, you couldn't believe what you read from their lips "I know you like them.. ?" You thought you read it wrong. There's no way, why would he like someone who not only can't hear but also doesn't talk. You quickly ran away from them to your room. Ace saw you and started beating up everyone for possibly making you find out

"They probably hate me now" he groaned "c'mon Ace, y'know we didn't mean to-" he didn't even bother listening and ran off after you. He guessed you'd be in your room. He didn't knock, knowing it wouldn't work anyway, he found you laying in the bed, when you saw him you immediately covered your head, too embarrassed to even look at his face. Ace sat on your bed, he didn't know what to do "they don't even want to look at me" "They hate me" kept going through his head, he didn't even realize he started crying. You felt something was not right so you took out your head only to see Ace covering his face while crying.

You never saw him cry so you quickly pulled him into a hug, you tried to calm him down by petting his hair, he started to calm down and hugged you back. "I love you" Ace's heart dropped as he pulled away looking at you not believing what he just heard. That second he realized, he never heard you say anything. The only time he heard your voice was by scream, laugh or cry. He stared at you not saying anything and you started getting anxious "did I say it wrong?" you thought to yourself getting embarrassed again, you tried to hide yourself under the covers but Ace grabbed your hand getting you attention, "I love you too y/n" he signed. You stared at his hands, then at his face, he was smiling, his eyes full of love. He put his hand on your cheek and pulled you closer, slowly to not scare you he connected his lips to yours. It was a soft kiss full of love, he didn't want to take it further not knowing what you're ok with. So he pulled away giving you another kiss on your nose. He caressed your cheek with his thumb, you were both blushing, "i love you" you whispered making his heart skip "your voice is so beautiful" he signed making you blush harder. He pulled you close nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck. He started giving you kisses on your neck making you laugh.

He later found out you practiced staying "I love you" with Marco making his heart melt. You did it all for him? He would cherish every single time you learned how to say new things for him. He would help you say then correctly never allowing you to practice with Marco again knowing he wouldn't be able to stand the jealousy.

After one of his missions he came back proud with a devil fruit in his hand. He signed for you later "it's a devil fruit, I checked with Marco. We're pretty sure it's a one that will allow you to hear again!" You got excited but also kinda worried "what if it doesn't work" you thought.

Later on he took you to your shared room. You bit into the weird looking fruit kinda sceptical about would it actually help. It was disgusting but you swallowed it. "Is it working?" He asked with hope in his voice. You got startled by the noise and looked at Ace with your eyes open, his worry fading away as a smile on his face appeared. He pulled you close trying to not make too much noise, he got warned by Marco earlier that your hearing might be very sensitive. "How is it?" he asked whispering while hugging you "huh" you were confused, your whole life you couldn't hear anything and suddenly you can hear so many things, his voice, the ship making noises and the sound of waves hitting the Moby Dick. "It's weird" you mumbled while Ace chuckled, your speech wasn't very clear considering you never heard anyone or yourself talk. "You'll get used to it" he whispered "you.. your voice is very attractive" you stumbled on your words making Ace blush from the complement "I wanted to hear it for so long.." you teared up a bit while Ace held you closer, he didn't want to let go you were so precious.

"Well... now you'll be able to hear it all the time" he kissed off few tears that fell on your cheeks.

I checked multiple times in case I didn't accidentally write "her" or "she" and it doesn't seem I did but I'm very sorry if I missed something! English is my second language so I'm sorry if the descriptions are kinda wacky. I hope you enjoyed reading! ♡

[sad-ghost-of-garbage]

The List

Author: Sad Ghost of Garbage

Character: David, The Lost Boys. G/N reader

Word count: 1682

Warnings: Toxic love. Vampires. Blood. Forced turning (mentioned). Swearing. Manipulation. David is a meanie and this is not healthy and kinda dark but fuck it. This is a darker fic, as I personally headcannon David to be a little bit darker but it is not super dark.

The List

When you had found out what David and the boys were, you didn't care, it didn't change the love you had for David or the boys. But with it, came David's offer of immortality,  Immortality scared you a bit, you had no reservations about spending eternity with David, but the thought of dying had you a little freaked out. This displeased David immensely. You were his mate, the other half of his soul, the one he was meant to spend eternity with. He was overthinking the reasons why you were hesitating on this, could it be you didn’t love him, did you think he couldn’t provide for you? None of this was actually said to you of course, because David did what David does best… Brood, silently, with a cigarette. It took a lot of reassurance on your part to convince David that you were going to stay with him forever, you just needed some time to get used to the idea of dying and to do things that you've always wanted to do but wouldn't be able to once you've died. That's how you came up with your list, a list of things you were going to do before you died, and once that list was done that’s it. That's when he was going to change you.

Things on your list had been marked off with steady progress and had gone on without a hitch. Until today, when the activity on your list turned out to be more dangerous than you anticipated. Just as the sun was setting and you were finishing your activity, with terrible luck you managed to get into an accident that could have ended much worse if David and the boys hadn’t been there to rescue you.

The sharp sound of your stumbling footsteps break through the silent atmosphere of the cave, as David drags you down further into the cold cavern.

“David, wait.” Your plea fell on deaf ears as the hand gripping your arm simply tightened and pulled you along with a sharp tug. You knew the grip he had on your arm was already bruising from the pain that erupted when he had pulled you off his bike the moment you arrived. David drags you into the cave, upon reaching the main room he yanks you forward with excessive force and shoves you into the ground. The cold, roughness of the cave floor bites into your hands and knees as you brace your fall with them. Looking up towards the man with eyes blown wide, “David I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-”.

“You stupid little girl/boy.” David was furious, never had he ever actually said something to you with such venom in his voice. “Fuck it, I’m changing you right now.” Icy cold chills run through your body. Eyes going wide you try to scramble away but David catches you and pulls you to your knees by the chin, the hard sound of your heart pumping was loud in your ears. Not once had you ever been scared of David, scared by him or of the things he could do, sure; but not once had you ever feared him. And that is exactly what you were feeling, cold sharp fear.

“David d-don’t, you said you wouldn’t.” With the fear of his declaration, you try to shove him away, trying to get out of his arms. But with no luck he pulls you into him with his hand moving from your chin to your hair and gripping it with an iron fist. “Please don’t, y-you p-promised.” No matter how much you didn’t want them to, there was nothing you could do to stop the tears from flowing down your cheeks. Your breathing was coming out in gasps and sobs, as you tried to plead with him, to remind him of the agreement the both of you had made.

“Why should I wait, hmm? So you can get yourself killed before you have to become like me? No, you don’t get to make that choice.” Shaking with fear your throat tightens up and you could barely choke out,

“It was an accident, I didn’t mean for it to happen. I still want to be like you,-” you don't get a chance to finish your sentence before David is crouching down next to you in a way that reminds you that you are prey, and this thing in front of you, was the predator.

“Good, then you have no reason to be fighting me.” In the blink of an eye he has you trapped in his arms, making a move for your neck. Out of sheer panic and as a last ditch effort, you cry,

“Wait, change me in October.” Time seemed to slow. There was a pregnant pause as David pulled away from your neck. The sharp canines pulled against your soft flesh leaving droplets of crimson to pool where he was beginning to sink them in.

“Why October?” He said lowly, with a slight pinch in his brow. You stutter and stammer to answer before his patience runs out,

“I’ve always wanted to get married in October. And this is kind of like getting married right?” you let out a nervous dry laugh. “I mean I’m tying myself to you for eternity and giving myself to you.” David is silent and you see there is still a fire raging behind his eyes, but he doesn't make a move to tear into your throat. “It would be romantic, and it would replace a wedding, do vampires even get married?” David, ignoring your question altogether, maneuvers in a way where he is once again towering over you.

“Fine. You have until October to finish what is on your list.” A sense of relief passes though your body but it goes as quickly as it came when David continues. “But if you pull something like this again, if your life gets put at risk, just know that I am changing you. I dont give a fuck if something happens tomorrow, or a day before October. You won't have a choice. Do you understand me?” David grabs your chin with a tight grip and forces you to look up at him, stretching your neck uncomfortably. Taking a shaky breath you try to nod but his grip is making it hard to move. “I said. Do. You. Understand. Me?” Small waves of fear churned in your gut, the gaze in his eyes left no room to argue, so you didn’t.

“Yes David I understand.” He lets go of your chin letting you slump to the ground. He simply turns and takes a few steps before collapsing onto his wheelchair.

The cave is silent as you watch David smoke his cigarette, trying to control your breathing so it doesn't break the silence. You don’t dare take your eyes off him, or move to alleviate the pain that is coursing through your body from the rough treatment and your awkward position on the floor. The adrenaline was wearing off, but the fear was still there. After what felt like ages David took a deep breath and as if for the first time that night he smelled your fear, turning toward you he gestured you over with a pat on his thigh. Still unsure and terrified he might rage and change his mind, you hesitated. Gesturing again with a pat on his thigh this time being accompanied by a soft look in his eyes and a gentle,

“C’mere kitten.” The fire and rage was gone from his eyes and all that was left was David, your David. You struggle to get your limbs moving, the aching biting pain protesting your attempt at movement. You manage to sort of crawl the short distance over to David. He reaches down and pulls you up so you're straddling his lap. When he raises a hand to your cheek there is no roughness, no iron grip as he lifts your chin and begins to gently wipe away the remaining tears on your face. The calming allure of David's usual demeanor has tears welling back up in your eyes as you finally have a chance to breathe. “Shh, It’s alright kitten.” This was your David, and you couldn’t help but break when you were in his arms. He was your safe space, the place you went to when the world was too much. This evening has you all sorts of messed up and confused.

“You really scared me David. I-I thought..” The smooth leather of his gloves making soothing passes over your cheeks wiping away the tears as they fell, bringing you comfort as you tried to bury your face further into his embrace.

“You know why I was so angry tonight, right kitten?” He pulls your head back a bit so you are looking into his eyes. Shaking your head, you shift nervously under his gaze. “I can’t lose you y/n. I will not go through the ages without you standing by me and the boys. You’re my queen, your place is here on your throne.” Making a vague gesture to your current seating arrangement upon his lap, he goes on. “I will not lose you.”

“David I’m just scared, a-and no matter how hard I try to come to terms with dying, the thought still scares me.” Seeing a flash of that anger you quickly add, “promise me you'll stay with me the whole time? I don’t want to be alone when it happens.” Your hands quickly find purchase on his chest as you grip at his shirt.

“I am the one changing you kitten. I'll be there the whole time. I will take care of you, don’t worry your pretty little head over it.” With that he kisses the top of your forehead and leans back into his chair pulling you down with him. Exhaustion catching up to you, curling into his arms and snuggling into his chest, you hear the echo-y sounds of the boys returning home for the day fade as you fall into a deep slumber..

[drea-ms]

AMOR ETERNO FUSHIGURO MEGUMI.

ふしぐるめぐみ Love always lasts forever. Why didn't it last for you and him? what did he do wrong this time?

warnings. heavy angst. hurt no comfort. major character death. misunderstandings. implied hispanic/spanish speaking reader. am mexican guys i know what i'm doing. megumi crying ☹️. canon? i think, it does take place during the shibuya arc. wrote this at 12 am with no sleep. not proofread and grammar mistakes

You didn't think it would hurt this much, the pain in your heart was way worse than the pain you're feeling right now. Maybe it was the adrenaline that main you forget the pain of being stabbed, you're greatful for that, you have more time to focus on your heavy heart at the moment. You hated that this was the way you were dying, killed by curse (probably higher level) and with no one by your side. It....It was difficult to stay focused on not dying, even when you see his spiky dark hair. His voice going deaf in your ears.

"...n't d...e on... u.... n!" was all you heard, his muffled voice trying to keep you awake, it wasn't working. His voice that brought you comfort before this incident wasn't comforting you like old times, no, none of him was comforting right now, you were on death's door. Something Megumi was least expecting. He regrets everything that has happened in the past two weeks, he was an idiot to not realize his feelings. An idiot to reject you, and an idiot to have fought with you hours before this incident.

What was the that sentence you said in spanish again? He couldn't remember. Fuck. he can't remember anything, why can't he remember? why does he always fuck things up? Megumi looks at your state, you look like shit, cuts on your face, that stupid scar that was in your stomach from that spear the stupid curse landed on you. But nonetheless, you always looked beautiful. At least to him, even in your dying breath you looked like a angel. He doesn't realize he's zoning out until you call his name weakly, hands shaking as you hold his cheeks with both of your hands, smiling at him like nothing ever happened, tears streaming down your face.

"Hi Megs." you say, in the most normal you can, that sweet voice he missed hearing,

"Hi, let's—let's get you out of here yea?" he says, the lump in his throat getting thicker the more he sees you suffer.

"I don't—don't think ill last enough to get to Ieiri-san, Megumi." you stated, he hated how you were right. You wouldn't make it by the time you got the long haired smoker.

"I—I know, just stay awake, please? don't wanna lose you. not after our fight. please" the shaking in his voice making it hard to understand him,

"Do you remember that sentence in spanish I taught you?" you asked, smiling softly as you remembered what you tought him.

"The one from that one song? of course." you laugh at how much he was trying to avoid the topic of you dying in his arms.

"Yes, that one, Do you finally remember what it means and do you know how to say it correctly?" the smirk in your face never leaving as you see him think about it,

"Not really, I think I'm not good enough yet." he says trying to keep you awake as he called for more back up. he can't lose you, not after he lost everyone else.

"You wanna here the part that goes with yours? it comes right after yours." you saying giggling as you started closing your eyes, who knew death would be this peaceful?

"Yes, just keep talking to me okay?" "Of course, anything for you megs." a smile came on both of your faces

"Como quisiera, Que tú vivieras Que tus ojitos jamás se hubieran cerrado nunca Y estar mirándolos" he begins, tears pooling out of his eyes, no longer holding them back.

"Amor eterno E inolvidable Tarde o temprano estaré contigo para seguir Amándonos" you say, and with that you close your eyes. your breathing stopped and finally at peace.

"please. come back to me. I'm so sorry."

VAL SPEAKS !!!! i love angst 🤭🤭🤭 i have so many angst prompts in works rn!!! i'm going to have so much fun:3333 rlly hope u liked this fic :p was crying while i wrote it cus it was late :///