#Some of them I thought of just now and some I've had in my mind for a while lol

[m0nnypie]

I'VE GOT MY EYES ON YOU

Finnick Odair x fem!reader

Summary: Just the pov of Finnick loving you over the years, and remembering everything about you

Warnings: cute but with a bit of angst on Finn's part. Other than that, all happiness and love.

a/n: Well, excuse any spelling mistakes, English isn't my first language. And I tried my best to make it as much like Finnick as I could, but this is my first fic of his lol. Anyway, I hope you like it and enjoy <3

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Finnick remembers the first time he saw you. He was eight and you were only six. Your father had gone to see his for some reason Finnick can't remember — not least because he hadn't been paying attention to them. What he does remember is you glaring at him. It made him laugh, which only deepened your frown.

He imagines it was because you didn't like him very much at the time. He didn’t blame you. With your older brother constantly saying that no boy was any good, it was hard to be friends with anyone he was always badmouthing. Finnick didn’t blame your brother either — in a world like theirs, any protection, even unnecessary, was better than none. Still, nothing changed how cute and funny he had found you at the time. After that day, you never met in person again.

The time he considers the second was when his name was called at the reaping. He remembers your eyes glued to him; you were twelve, and he was fourteen. He could feel your pity seeping through his skin. He didn’t blame you — after all, like it or not, it was still the Hunger Games. But knowing that you were looking at him made it almost funny to him, and it was with that thought in mind that he entered the arena.

The third time was when he returned home victorious. Of course, there were lots of people congratulating him — his relieved family and everyone else — but the only thing he saw was you, walking toward him. He didn't think it was of his own volition, considering you was with your father and brother, but as soon as you approached, you wore the best, most beautiful smile he had ever seen you give. And for the first time in years, you spoke to him.

"Congratulations on winning, Finnick. I'm glad you're back... well, we're glad."

He could see the smile on your father’s face, though he couldn’t say the same for your brother. Not that he minded. So he just smiled back at you — not the smile he reserved for the Capitol, but a real smile.

"Thank you. I'm glad to see you too."

He saw you get embarrassed, and he wanted to laugh at that. But he wouldn’t — not in front of your father. Not yet.

For the rest of the day, he listened to his father talk about how much your father complained about you, because you wouldn't stop talking about Finnick. His father laughed as he ruffled his hair affectionately. And it’s not like Finnick was going to complain.

Everyone said it was normal for girls to have a little crush on boys who won at something — at least, that’s what the people he knew told him. Maybe that’s why, two months later, it was as if Finnick no longer existed to you. You were back in your own world, with your friends, without him. Not that it bothered him — not really.

The next time he really saw you, you were sixteen, and he was eighteen. He was a mentor now, and when your name was called at the reaping, he could see on your face how much you hated it. Most people didn't care or thought that a dead kid from District 4 wouldn't make much difference, since you wasn’t a Career or someone important. Finnick hated it — but he would never say so.

He also remembers how, for whatever reason, you didn't put any effort into your training. He thought it was because of what everyone thought of you as a tribute, or maybe you just didn't give a damn about dying in the arena. He didn't admit it at the time, but he had been terrified that you wouldn't make it out of the arena alive. He also remembers how surprised everyone was by your training score — including him. It was a ten. He remembers it clearly, and you didn't seem to mind.

On the day of the Games, all you did was say goodbye to your stylists. You didn't look in anyone else's direction, but he didn't blame you. If you were going to become one of the last survivors, there would come a point when you would have to kill someone. It wasn't something everyone wanted to face.

He remembers seeing you in the arena — you did well. For the first few days, you kept to yourself, hiding and trying to survive. But at some point — he can't say exactly when — things changed. Perhaps it was when the male tribute from your district was killed, or when you saw a pair of boys, just twelve years old, die.

It wasn't a change that anyone on Capitol had noticed. But Finnick knew you well enough to say that the deaths of people you barely knew had affected you. He still remembers when one of the tributes from District 4 was a twelve-year-old boy - you didn't know him, but you still went to say goodbye. You were only fourteen.

And at that very moment, you had just thrown an axe into the head of the boy from District 3 who had killed the twelve-year-olds. You hadn't thought — you had just acted. Obviously, this had a positive consequence for you in the Capitol's eyes, because a while later, you were sent food that would last for about four days.

He remembers the exact moment you won. He wanted to say he was relieved, but that wouldn't be fair to you. Until you left for District 4, you didn't say a single word to him. Perhaps because no one was looking at you with such high expectations anymore, you felt confident enough to speak.

"Do you regret killing those people to survive?"

"No."

He had to be honest; he couldn't lie. But after that, he didn't hear your voice again for the rest of the journey — you didn't even look at him. Still, when you arrived in District 4, you acted as if you were fine, as if you didn’t care.

He also remembers when you became friends. It was a good thing — a big step, considering that before, you wouldn’t even look him in the face. Now he understood why. Even though it hadn't seemed like it before, you had lots of friends. You were funny, entertaining, and you cooked extremely well. Finnick admitted that he envied your food — and he couldn’t lie about that.

He obviously remembers the following year, when the two of you were mentors. You were only seventeen, but you didn't seem bothered about directing two people toward a possible death. He saw how hard you worked not to get attached to either of the tributes, because if they didn't come back, you wouldn't feel guilty. But when Annie returned, alive and safe, he also saw you break down. You hugged her as if she were going to disappear. And he didn’t blame you for that either. Over the next year, no one ever brought up the subject of Annie becoming a mentor.

When you were nineteen, things went to another level. Once ignored, now he was kissed when no one was watching — well, that was a breakthrough. He remembers every kiss, every smile. He also remembers when you woke him up at dawn to help Annie. He didn't mind; he was spending time with you and helping a friend.

While he was making tea, if he looked over his shoulder, he could see you hugging her, whispering what sounded like a lullaby — the kind you sing to babies when they can't stop crying. He could see how much you loved and cared for Annie, and that always made him fall in love with you a little more, even if he didn’t know it at the time.

He certainly remembers the time he told you he loved you. You had just turned twenty-one. You said it back. And you held each other for the rest of the night.

He also remembers the 74th Hunger Games. He saw your relief when those two young people, madly in love — though he didn't believe in that farce — survived together. You didn’t know them, but you were obviously happy for them.

He also — sadly — remembers the Quarter Quell. When his name was called, he had imagined it would happen. But that day, once again, he saw you. Annie had been called, and before Mags could volunteer, you did. He saw you hugging Annie, comforting her as he heard her whisper "sorry," but you just smiled at her. And as you hugged, he heard you say:

"I'm sorry, but I couldn't let that happen to her again."

"I know..."

He didn’t know. No — actually, he did. He just didn’t want to admit it, because admitting it meant facing the reality that this year, he’d be going into the arena with you. And he didn’t even want to think about that.

In the arena, he did everything he could to protect you, Katniss, and Peeta. He really wanted the plan to work. He believed that you would be fine if they separated. But when he woke up, you weren’t there with him. You were in the Capitol with the others. For the first time in years, he wished he had died in that arena when he was fourteen.

He felt it the moment he got you back — you weren’t really there. He spoke to you, but you didn’t listen. And if he tried to touch you, he saw you despair, screaming as if he had hurt you. And he felt that way — he felt guilty for letting the Capitol lay even a single finger on you. They told him to take it easy. He wanted to tell everyone to fuck off, but when he looked at you, he knew they were right.

At that very moment, he was keeping you company, obviously giving you space — he didn’t want you to get hurt. But when he heard you calling him, he admitted he was desperate; you hadn’t even looked him in the face for days. So probably, if you had asked him to get down on his knees and beg for forgiveness, he would have — even if he didn’t need to. But he held back.

"Finnick?"

"Yes, dear? Do you need anything?"

"I'm sorry..." It came out as a whisper.

"Hey, hey, what are you apologizing for? You have nothing to apologize for."

"I..." You didn’t manage to finish before tears welled up in your eyes.

"Hey, hey, please don’t cry..." He tried his best to comfort you without having to touch you. But before he could decide what to do, you hugged him — a little hesitantly, but you hugged him. And at that moment, he collapsed. He shouldn’t have cried — not when you were in such a fragile moment — but he couldn’t help it.

For a moment in his life, he had thought he had lost you, that he would never see you again. And at that moment, he decided he would never let go of you — not with the possibility of losing you again. He would never let that happen. He would always see you now.

[allllium]

Sleepy

[ Jason Todd x Reader ]

- Fluff, WC: 1005

- Jason struggles with comfort

You are usually very good at understanding things about your boyfriend, Jason. It took you no time at all to find about his nightly activities and everything about his family. But on the other hand, you can't seem to understand him at all.

You've tried not to ask him about certain things because based on hints from his family, he's had some bad shit happen in his life. More than he's been comfortable telling you so far in your relationship.

However, the more questions you don't ask, the more that seem to pop up.

You haven't asked him why sometimes he flinches away when you touch him but other times he leans in.

You haven't asked him why his hands make fists when you're trying to sleep at night.

You haven't asked him about the scar along his chest or his aversion to certain foods.

All because you're too scared to make him uncomfortable, or maybe because you don't know if you could stomach it.

You're laying bed and waiting for him to come out of the bathroom. Somehow, you take less time getting ready for bed than he does. You suspect it's because he needs a couple minutes to process everything that happened during the day.

As usual you have a million thoughts running through you're head all at the same time. 99% of them are about him.

When he finally comes into your shared bedroom and gets comfortable in bed, you're debating whether or not to talk to him about some of the things you can't get out of your mind.

You decide against it. The last thing you want to do is make him uncomfortable or bring up any bad memories that might affect his ability to sleep through the night.

He can obviously sense your unease, you don't hide it very well.

"What's wrong?" His raspy voice cuts through your thoughts.

"Nothing, sweetheart." You try to play it off.

"Uh huh." He says blankly.

"I'm just thinking about things, is that a crime?"

"Depends on what they are." He pulls you closer to him and wraps his arms around you.

"Nothing bad."

"Hmm."

"What?"

"If someone's bothering you, you should tell me."

"Why is that?"

"Well I have an ability of getting rid of people."

"Oh my God, Jason, you can't joke about that." You look at him in amused shock.

"Who says it's a joke?" He asks, face completely serious.

"Okay no killing people on my behalf, pretty please." You chuckle and he copies. "I'm just trying to figure you out more."

"Why?"

"Cuz I want to know more about you?"

"Like what"

"Right now I want what's bothering you, and know what you want." You pull away from him in order to sit up a little bit.

"I don't want anything at the moment."

"Yes you do. If you didn't want anything your fists wouldn't be clenched and your eyes wouldn't have that look. Like you want to say something but can't."

"You really want to know?" He asks.

"Yeah I really do." You immediately reply.

"A couple months ago while we were watching a movie on the couch, you played with my hair and it was very comforting. And the best sleep I've ever had." He rambles off as quickly as possible.

"That's it? I've been driving myself crazy trying to think of explanations and you're telling me you just want me to play with your hair." You question him in disbelief. It's been months of overthinking thoughts and random mind rampages for something you haven't even noticed you were doing.

"I didn't know how to say it." He shrugs, not looking into your eyes. "It sounds childish."

"No it doesn't. Everyone has different ideas of perfect comfort and I happen to agree with yours. Jason, if you want something from me all you have to do is ask."

You lean over to give him a quick, sweet kiss.

"I'm not used to that."

"Well you better get started."

"Fine, would you play with hair so I can go to sleep, Angel?"

"Only because you asked so nicely."

It takes a second for you both to get rearranged so it's comfortable. You're now laying on your back with Jason half on his side, half on top of you with his head on your chest.

It's almost amusing how quickly he falls asleep but above all else you feel a sense of pride at the fact that you're the one giving him this feeling.

He said this was comforting. He said this was the best sleep he's ever had.

And you're the reason he's having these things.

You stay up longer than you probably should have. This time the thoughts running through your head aren't worrying or overwhelming.

They make you happy. Happy enough to fall into a very sound sleep.

You wake up to coffee on your nightstand and a missing Jason.

"Jason." You call out and he quickly comes running.

When he walks in the room, you immediately begin questioning him.

"What is this?" You ask with an ounce of suspicion. You're worried it's a repayment of some sort.

"It's coffee. A hot caffeinated drink."

"Why?"

"Because you like it and it makes you irritable for far less time in the morning."

"Jason you don't have to do things for me just because I did something for you."

"Yes I do. Because words won't let me explain how grateful I am for you."

"Since when are you so sappy?"

He sits on the bed next to you.

"Don't be mean to me right now, I'll take it away."

"Fine. Continue your speech."

"I know it's a small thing for you but I haven't felt comfort like you give me in a very long time. Maybe even ever. And I need you to know that."

"I can't tell you how happy I am to give that to you."

The next thing you know, you both have giant grins on your faces and you're both happier than ever before.

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[kitts-mechanix]

Prowl is one of my fave Autobots too....his graphic death scene in the 86 movie broke me 😭I couldn't get that damn scene out of my head for TWO WHOLE DAYS-

I do like the grey arcs in some continuities! But it feels like they can't even give THAT to Megatron, no let's just make him a good guy and an Autobot, screw Starscream.

I'm gonna be honest, the more I look at Autobot Megatron, the more I've gone from "this is weird" to being outright pissed off at it. Like this guy murdered a bunch of your comrades and you're just gonna grant him asylum? (Correct me if I'm wrong, but didn't Earthspark kinda do that too?) I know Optimus is supposed to be the more merciful one, but it feels like in some of these continues, he's either psycho (looking at you Michael Bay) or he bends over backwards to forgive Megatron despite him murdering off half of his Autobot family and pulling a Captain Kirk (for context, there's an episode from the OG Star Trek series where he lets some aliens go, even though one of them killed one of his yeomen....if I had my way, those aliens would have been blasted off the ship without a second thought. No punishment, just punches the guy a few times and goes "there's this nice planet you can live on". ACK!).

But back on point, it feels like Megatron kinda gets that treatment. He doesn't face ANY consequences for what he does to Starscream and people just prefer to demonise him than his abuser. WHich again, also happens IRL.

"Gawd the telling the victim that /they/ "don't understand" really is the thickest slap in the face."

This! I've had it said to my face. Imagine Megatron saying that to Starscream. He doesn't understand. He won't amount to anything. He's nothing without him. He will never matter. Arcane's feelings for him don't matter.

And yeah, Starscream might be a coward but again I feel A LOT of it stems from Megatron's abuse. I think there's a line from one continuity he's in where Star says "Sometimes, cowards do survive." And he's basically in survival mode all the time.

Haha my roommate said she's having a villain origin story and I said "yeah I get it, I'm basically Starscream from Transformers right now" XD

Additionally i came across this YT comment I wanted to share:

They summed up all my thoughts and feelings here. BTW, like Starscream, I have an abuser (well OK, "abuser" might be too strong a word since my IRL arch nemesis has only ever hurt me verbally) who gets idolised, whom everyone sides with, etc. and has been told "well she went through hardship and you need to be more open-minded". Ugh.

Me, at the entirety of the transformers franchise: wow starscream may deserve a lot of things but not that

[bighungrywolf]

Superman suddenly opened his eyes, not knowing exactly what had happened or where he was. As soon as he tried to move, he felt chains clamped tightly against his titanium muscles. When he looked up, he saw his captor. You might think this is a typical scene where a villain tries to take down the superhero, but you couldn't be more wrong.

The man who had trapped Superman, named Sean looked at him with a nervous look on his face, not quite sure how to react to seeing that he had woken up. When he felt Superman's cold, piercing, anger-laden stare pierce his forehead, he plucked up his courage and said, "E…hey, Superman, this…. I know what you've done! And even you can't escape justice. I've seen how you've devoured innocent people just to satiate your lust for power and your monstrous hunger. I… I know that first you preyed on the villains, and… well, that's not right, but innocent citizens? You should be our protector, and right now you've become the biggest villain in this city, and that can't be allowed, and… if justice does nothing, then I will stop you!"

All this time, Superman was listening intently, unable to help but form a sinister grin on his face when he heard that someone had found him out. Someone might be expected to feel annoyed, obfuscated or even nervous to see that his dark side had been discovered. However, none of these feelings could be seen reflected on Superman's face, who seemed to be enjoying the situation. After Sean finished speaking, superman breathed in sharply, trying to catch a certain scent, after which he let out air letting out a low moan.

"Oh, and you're going to be the one to stop me? There's nothing I like better than a weakling thinking he's a righteous vigilante. I can smell your fear, and I can assure you it smells delicious, just like all the citizens I've devoured smelled right after realizing I hadn't shown up to save them, hahaha. Ooooh, and what I love most of all is that your brilliant plan is to trap me with some measly chains, it's just…. hahahahaha, you have to laugh… Normally, getting rid of chains like these would be a piece of cake, and in a minute I would have shattered them. But now? ha! You'd be lucky if they last more than five seconds." Superman paused, enjoying the moment, and again inhaling the sweet smell of a terrified prey from his hunter.

"You see, a few weeks ago, something strange awakened in me, a ravenous hunger, suddenly commanding me to absorb something more substantial than simple food. This hunger just awoke when I had a bunch of thieves cornered, who in less than a minute became my first prey and the first to feed my body, making me ascend. I soon discovered that I could not wait for my hunger to hold out for a crime to be perpetrated, and even less so when all the bandits and thieves were mysteriously disappearing, so one fine day, I gave in to my hunger, and began to hunt victims that I found alone in alleys. My hunger increased with each prey, and so did my powers. Soon I felt how I began to develop new powers, being able to sense the fear and anguish of my prey, creating fire at my will, or even manipulating the minds of my victims. That's when I felt what my true mission on Earth was, I had not come to this planet to become its hero, I had come here to be the bane of the human race, to feed on Earth's population of humans, who would unwittingly help me become the god I was always destined to be." Sean felt shivers down his spine, feeling like a little mouse in front of a ferocious tiger, knowing that he hadn't thought this through patiently and that Superman's dark side was definitely much bigger than he thought.

"And then you came along, you really thought you could beat me, and suddenly I felt it. I don't have to hold back anymore, I don't have to keep pretending I'm a superhero anymore, consuming my prey in the shadows. And you know where I'm going to start? I'll start by devouring your boyfriend, and I'll go on through all the rest of the inferior humans you give a damn about. Oh, and don't worry, I know how to find them, your mind is an open book to me that I can read with ease, and if not I can always force you to take me to them, to give them to me to watch me grow, getting closer and closer to being a god. Ooooh, this is going to be so much fun, I can't wait any longer." Suddenly, Superman's muscles began to inflate, and the chains couldn't hold any longer. It was at that moment that Sean realized he was never in control of the situation. "Are you ready to see me in action, little Sean? I can't wait to watch you go down as I devour everyone you've ever loved, until there's no one left and you're next, being the cherry on top of this great feast. Sluuuuurp. Ooooh, I bet you're all going to be delicious."

[sukunastoy]

Only Love Can Hurt Like This, Chapter 3 (CEO! Sukuna x Fem! Reader, MDNI)

⭐This is a redo of my story, Shameful Attraction. I've rewritten it as I originally wanted so long ago. I was trying to write it to appease people and once I let go of that and just started to enjoy the story for itself, the flow became a lot better. For those who read it before, there are major changes you'll notice. For those who haven't read it at all before, I hope you enjoy. <3⭐

⬇️PLEASE READ BEFORE STARTING THE STORY! ⬇️

Modern age AU, no curses. Sukuna still has his tattoos, but his face ones are carefully hidden. This story is set in Japan, and I've done my best to impliment real life into it. For example, tattoos in Japan are still taboo, and people associate them with the yakuza, so its not normal to see everyday people have them. Though I know I won't have all the details of modern day life in Japan correct, I hope you still enjoy.

Pairings: CEO Sukuna x Fem Reader Content/Trigger Warnings: This story has a lot of abuse in it. Reader is in an abusive relationship with her fiance, Toji. There are several moments in the story that highlight this including, but not limited to, acts of violence and aggression towards reader, including name calling, shoving, punching, sexual assault, being manipulated, unwanted bondage and containment, food denial, being drugged etc. Reader is thin, not allowed to eat a lot per Toji's rules in regards to her weight. If she feels like she is gaining weight, she will make herself throw up after meals. Reader also struggles through depression though often hides it through masking, however there are ocassional thoughts of suicide when some scenarios are too extreme to cope with. She's scared to leave, assumes she could never get away, so just deals with it all as she doesn't know what else to do. Wordcount: 3.6k+ I hope you enjoy! <3

Thursday, 9:02 AM

Sukuna had you sit down at the dining room table, and you held your arms while starting out one of the nearby floor to ceiling windows. This penthouse was enormous. Though you tried not to be nosy and look around, you just couldn't help it. You longed for this type of life so much, hating how you threw it all away for a man who pretended to love you just so he could get his hooks dug deep into your skin, never letting you leave. You should have been in some luxorious place like this. Not that shithole apartment where the ceilings were too low, some of the windows were cracked, the neighbors were obnoxiously loud and half the time the plumbing seemed to fail. You tried not to blame your parents, but damn. Sure, you were still just a kid, but you wished they had fought harder for you. Maybe if they had been more involved in your life, you would have listened to them easier. You wish they would have just locked you up until you got over your teenage drama. Or had gotten Toji arrested for taking advantage of you.

Your phone pinged and you took it from your back, a heavy frown pulling the edges of your lips down. Speak of the devil. Though you had told Toji you'd be out here for the weekend, apparently that seemed to have slipped his mind. Cause he was demanding to know where you were. You're not surprised. He was probably too drunk last night, and had forgot all the plans you had told him. While arguing with him over text messaging, you didn't notice Sukuna come out from his room. Toji was already stressing you out, making you want to toss your phone across the room in anger. It wasn't until he started facetiming you that it made your anger turn into fear. It was easier to talk to him when you didn't have to see nor hear him.

"You need to take that?" Sukuna's low voice caught you off guard as he was now standing near you, getsuring towards your phone. You went to speak, but the words got caught in your throat as your eyes fell over his chest, unintentionally gliding down to his abs, your gaze tracing over the black lines painted over his tone, tanned skin. Holy shit, he was gorgeous, so fit and well maintained. Your phone ringing in your hand again knocked you out of your trance, and you stammered while pulling your eyes away and looking down to the screen.

Toji would make you show the room, you knew how this worked. And you were sitting in the dining room of this luxorious penthouse with a guy you didn't know who had his shirt unbuttoned and in full view of you. Fuck, he'd be convinced you were out here cheating on him. Your sides started to heave in panic as you looked around almost desperately, trying to find an area that could pass off as an office building somehow.

"I...I need to step outside." You quickly said, not sure what else to do. If you made Toji wait much longer, there'd be hell for you to pay. "Just step out onto the balcony." Sukuna gestured and you wasted no time to rush past him. Your shaking hand fumbled with the lock but you slid the door open quickly, nearly stumbling out of the threshold. You immediately turned your back from the door, trying to angle the city in the background as you answered the call, already knowing you were going to have to lie for half of this.

["H-Hey, sorry I was...was in an interview."] You nearly panted out, trying not to let your eyes flick around in worry. It was obvious this balcony was some rich persons relaxation area, not something that was professional. ["I don't give a fuck what you were doing. Why the hell did it take so long to answer? You know the rules."] Toji grumbled, throwing back a beer despite it being so early in the day. ["I know, but, I wasn't allowed to answer my phone inside. So I stepped out to the floor's balcony."] ["Oh yeah? What job is it?"] Oh shit. You wanted to glance away to think, to come up with a decent lie, but he'd catch that gesture. ["An assistant job, kinda like what I do now, but, a better paying one."] ["Mmhm. Whats the company?"] You swear your heart just stopped, not even sure how to reply. You were just trying to make shit up in the moment. ["I...I'm not sure, honestly. They were just, open for hiring and I walked in, not even paying attention to the details, just, trying to find something as soon as possible."] ["Why do you fucking lie to me?"] He scoffed while obviously trying to look at your background. ["I-I'm not, Toji I swear I'm not. I'm just trying to find anything I can."] ["Where the fuck are you? Show the area."] ["Toji, please I need to get back inside. If I keep them waiting they might-" ["And if you keep me waiting I'm going to beat your ass when you get home. I'm not asking, I'm fucking telling you to show me the area. You know why? Cause I don't fucking believe you. And if you were telling the truth, you'd easily do what you're told."] You heavily sighed, knowing you were getting in trouble no matter what. ["Toji, I don't have time for this, I have to go back in. I'm sorry."] You quickly said before hanging up. You didn't even want to begin to imagine what he was going to do to you when you got home. But if you did show the space, you knew the punishment would be even worse if he found out you were at some guys penthouse. Despite you not being here for ill intentions, he wouldn't care. Hell, Toji was the type who would come looking for this guy. 

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Sukuna glanced from the window in his kitchen, able to see her from where he was. She was clearly bothered by something, and he could only continue to assume it was cause of a miserable home life. Though she tried to keep some sort of composure, it faltered so easily. He turned his attention back to what he was doing, not really interested in the personal problems of others. Though he frowned to himself upon realizing he was preparing food for her. His eyes flicked back to her out the window for just a second. Even an idiot could see that she didn't get to eat a lot. Normally he would eat in his office, ordering some take out, but since he wasn't going in, might as well make something to eat here. An angered yell caught his attention, and he looked to the window while by the stove to see her prepared to throw her phone from the balcony. She gripped the device tightly in her hand, huffing while trying to restrain from taking her anger out on the phone. But alas, she shook it in her hand before letting it fall to the balcony floor instead. With her hands free, she gripped onto the balcony railing, slowly moving forward and back in an obvious display of self soothing as her head hung low. He could only begin to imagine the bullshit she put up with on the daily to cause her to be like this. Well, she wouldn't be the first woman he's entertained who had a shitty man at home. And he certainly didn't mind being the shoulder to cry on, or the dick to ride on.

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You stared up to the sky, face still sticky with your angered tears. Why was Toji such an asshole? He had to be such a pain in your life. Acting as if you weren't out here trying to find a job. Fuck. A fucking job. You still needed to resolve this major issue. You picked up your poor phone, just greatful you didn't actually chuck it from the balcony. Toji was the issue, not your phone. Though the thought of throwing it and letting it shatter on the ground below was a relieving idea, it would just make your day even worse. You casually went back inside, trying to quietly shut the door, embarassment starting to creep up through your chest. What a shitty morning. Sulking back to the dining room table, you sat down quietly, pretending as if you never left the spot. Unfortunately, thoughts of how Toji was going to beat your ass when you got home plagued your mind. He'd probably lock you in the crate for this. Since it was near the weekend, it could last for a couple days. Your lip quivered at the thought.  Honestly,  you'd rather just take a beating and get it over with. Being locked inside that crate for any amount of time was some of the worst torture he's ever come up with. It was beyond cramped, and dark, and you couldn't move or breathe. It just spiked your anxiety and panic and-

"I'm, sorry." You murmured, seeing Sukuna come from the kitchen towards you, snapping you out of the start of a spiral. He offered a soft rag and you looked up to him smiling weakly, slowly taking it from him. "Thanks. I'm so sorry, just, there are, family problems, someone is ill so, everyone is just so stressed out right now."

You laughed nervously, offering some stupid lie, hoping he'd accept it. Sukuna sat down at the table across from you, setting his coffee mug off to the side and resting his elbow on the table, chin atop his knuckles while he watched your whole body tremble as you stared down to the table blankly. "Does your man always talk to you like that?" He said bluntly, making your head snap up in attention. Yeah. He most likely heard some of that bullshit. How embarassing. How the hell were you supposed to answer that? "I'm sorry, I've completely ruined your morning." You said softly, eyes falling back to the table while hoping to dismiss this situation. You dabbed the soft rag to your eyes, trying to dry some of your tears. Watching you for a moment, Sukuna let a gentle smile come across his face while giving a small chuckle. "You didn't ruin it at all, pretty little thing." A gulp lodged in your throat at his charming voice and demeanor and your gaze went back to his in near desperation.  Pretty?  He said it again. However you felt far from pretty. With your frail body, shitty outfit and lack of shoes, you felt pretty pathetic more than anything.

"Just, please tell me what I can do for you, for the coffee mess." You pleaded, wanting to get this situation over with. There was already a plethora of other things you had to worry about. "Don't worry about it right now, we can finish that later, let me get you something to eat." Feeling your stomach gurgle at his words, you looked to him hopefully but tried to deny his offer, though, he obviously wasn't going to let you.

You weren't at the table for too much longer before a voice rang out through his home, nearly startling you before realizing it was the intercom. "Sir, I have returned with the items." Sukuna went to the intercom system on the wall and hit a button, allowing whoever that was to come up. You unknowlingly curled in on yourself, not sure why another man was coming up here. And with what items?

"Here, these should fit you." Sukuna said casually, stepping over to you after taking some boxes from the man you now recognized as his driver when he exited the elevator. "What should fit me?" you wondered curiously, but as a box was opened for you, it made sense. "C...clothes? I can't afford new clothes." You stammered, stepping back to show your rejection for the offer. "You're not paying for them. But, if you're going to run errands for me, you're going to look how I want you to. There's a few things you can choose from, just go change in my room." He said while pointing to a door down the hall.

You stood dumbfounded in the massive room, not even sure how a room of this size was possible. Your entire apartment could fit in here several times. His bed was triple the size of yours, and more of those large floor-to-ceiling windows adorned the walls, showing off the beautiful city. The windows were tinted to not let the room be filled with the exceptionally bright morning sun, and otherwise the lighting was calm and relaxing. His bed faced the wall of windows, and a huge rug extended from underneath the bed to across the room. There was a small area off to the side with seating, and shelves built into the walls full of books. Near that, was a small spiral staircase going up. As you walked towards the windows and looked up to where the stairs went, you could see it was an open area above. From the little bit that you could see, his closet was up there. It's own personal floor.

You couldn't help but wonder what it was like to be in one of those cliché romance scenes from one of your books, making love in the night with some guy you didn't know and able to see a view like this from the bedroom with no one really knowing what was happening behind simple glass. Secret, little romance fantasies.

Bad thoughts.

They were just bad thoughts constantly trying to plague your mind. You had a fiancé, whether you liked it or not. Sometimes your mind would try to imagine a life with someone else, someone who treated you properly and gave you what you needed or wanted. Or just a life where you got to explore and love freely without any restraints. And you hated it. Hated when your mind wandered like that. Because there was nothing you would ever be able to do to get away from Toji. It was easier to just accept that your life wasn't going to change.

You laid out the three outfits onto the bed, looking over them in awe. They were so pretty, and they felt so nice and soft. Who were you kidding, the felt expensive as hell. Honestly, when he said you would look how he wanted, you were afraid it would be some skimpy outfits for him to parade you around in. However, they were decently professional, if anything, they would make you look like you belonged in this city. Slipping off your clothes, you caught your reflection in a mirror nearby, and you immediately looked away in shame. Marks littered your skin, and your ribs stuck out farther than you had liked. Toji grabbed you too often, and fed you too little.

You slowly stepped out of Sukuna's room, feeling a little self concious in the outfit actually. You hadn't worn anything this nice since you still lived at home. Okay, there were a lot of things you hadn't experienced since you lived at home. And being in this penthouse was reminding you of all the luxuries you missed out on. You were born into wealth, and you literally threw it all away. You didn't see his driver anymore, and assumed he already left. Obviously Sukuna didn't seem like the type to keep company he didn't need. His driver did the job needed, then he was gone. Hopefully thats what would happen here. You could do the errands he needed you to, then you could move on.  Taking a seat at the table again, you were a little surprised to find a nice hot cup of tea there waiting for you. Of course, you stared at it like it was fake or going to throw itself at you. Did he prepare this for you? Should you drink it?  Whenever Toji's friends came over, they always made you things to drink and you felt like shit afterwards. You knew Toji liked drugs, and it was so obvious that he'd drug you from time to time so he could use you how he wanted without you trying to fight back. 

Obviously, you never knew the true intentions of him drugging you.

But, this guy wasn't Toji. At least, he didn't do anything to act like Toji in the slightest. You were still somewhat scared of him though. Those tattoos were confusing the hell out of you. At least, when he had his shirt on fully, you couldn't see any of them. So maybe it was for a different reason? Usually the Yakuza had full intentions of showing off their tattoos. You dare not ask though, just pretend it's something you didn't see. 

Hot tea sounded so good though...

You slowly sipped it, almost whimpering at the warmth that flowed down into your stomach from the soothing flavor. And then, the smell of food hit you. Discreetly licking your lips as you watched Sukuna come from the kitchen with dishes in his hands, you weren't sure if you were drooling or not at this point.

As he sat the last dish down and seated himself across from you, you stared at all the food in awe. To be honest it was more than you had in a very long time.

"This...is a lot." you breathlessly whispered in excitement, setting your tea down and trying to decide what to eat first. Eyes watched you from across the table, waiting for you to start eating, but noticed you sat patiently as if waiting for something yourself. At home, you never touched any food before Toji did, you had to wait til he said you could start eating. It was just habit at this point to wait for someone else to begin.

"(Y/N), you don't have to wait for me to start eating." The man across from you said, and you quickly broke your frozen stance. A soft chuckle came from Sukuna after seeing you eagerly  go after something with haste, almost as if watching a starving dog react to a bowl of food set in front of it for the first time in weeks.

Pulling the end of the chopsticks out of your mouth while finishing chewing, your gaze aimlessly stared onto the table. It was...calm, and quiet. Apart from the city noises outside of the early morning rushes, it was just so relaxing. No fighting, no phone constantly ringing from debt collectors looking for you. But, you almost felt afraid. Being able to enjoy a more relaxing environment while sitting with another man alone in his apartment while you ate the food he made seemed wrong on a certain level.

Toji would lose his shit if he ever found out about this.

"So, I assume running a few errands shouldn't be a problem. You can pick up some things for me and drop a couple things off." Sukuna said at one point, and you nodded along in agreement. It didn't seem too difficult, nothing you weren't already used to. He explained where you would be going, and what you would be doing, and honestly you couldn't deny that you enjoyed listening to his voice.  Hearing a man talk to you in a way that wasn't so harsh was such a relief. Not only that, but he just fed you breakfast. Toji hadn't prepared food for you in years, and even when he did, it didn't tast this good.  You've gotten better treatment in just these last couple hours than you had in the last seven years with Toji, and it was almost heartbreaking to think about...

This one isn't as long because it's broken up. Originally this chapter was gonna be almost 8k words and I didn't want a really long chapter so I decided to just make two shorter ones instead. I hope you enjoyed!

Comments and reblogs are much appreciated!! (ﾉ･ω･)ﾉ

[kinardsevan]

some sentences monday

(I'm a little late, but y'know. life.)

this is a bit out of the dead dove dark omegaverse fic I've been working on this weekend. I'm 27k in (assuming it's going to end somewhere around 100k), and don't really have chapters forumulated yet, so I'm not sure when it will get posted, but.... let me know what you think! this fic is my first foray into really writing omegaverse. currently with the working title at least I still have me.

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“How are you," Tommy asks softly, brushing his nose up against Evan as he hands him a cup of coffee. 

“Okay,” the younger one answers, just as softly. Tommy nuzzles along the side of his head, down toward his scent gland, brushing his lips over it. Although there’s no bite there quite yet, that didn’t stop Tommy from leaving a trail of bruises along the gland. 

Evan leans into him, taking a long sip from his coffee before setting it down on the counter and curling into the alpha—his alpha. The contentment that has settled over him in the past twelve hours is unmatched to even how they were before the breakup. And although they aren’t mated yet—and he’s also grateful that he didn’t wake up in heat—he can already feel the effects of the transition. Although the doctors said it would technically take several days for his body to readjust physically, mentally, and hemodynamically, he already feels a difference. He’s more drawn to Tommy as an alpha, and although the changes to his physical form are minute, he can still see them in the mirror. His thoughts also feel clearer than they while he was stuck in dynamic limbo. Plus, he just generally feels better. 

“Does it sound weird for me to say that I feel like I want you more than I did yesterday,” he murmurs as Tommy continues rubbing against him. 

“No,” the pilot answers softly. He grazes his teeth over Evan’s scent gland but doesn’t bite, letting out something in between a purr and growl. Whether it’s the continuation of Evan hemodynamically changing or the yet-to-arrive impending heat that could arrive at any moment, something inside of Tommy wants him with an urgency he can’t fully quantify, like his body needs Evan’s to function. Granted, he’s been with omegas before, but they were women, and he could never fully invest when he was involved with them sexually. He always had to go somewhere else in his mind in order to achieve the situation that mostly left him feeling dirty and sick. This was different, though. He wanted Evan in the worst ways—more than he ever had during their months of no contact during the breakup—and he wants to ensure all of the omega’s-

Evan is an omega now. It’s no longer a possibility or a theory. Tommy can even tell by the subtle changes to his scent. It’s not that the base notes of it have even changed; just that he generally smells sweeter, airier. 

 "I feel it, too,” he murmurs. 

[teaguehq]

Anywhere is better when you get to be there with me? It's no wonder you're so charming, and needless to say that's mutual and I always love it when you keep me warm, too. It's only the truth, since I'll always think you're the sexier date! Added bonus that it makes you blush. I'm so excited to see Fantastic four, and of course they chose right putting you in the film. I might be working on a couple of drawings for you that I'm planning for giving to you on the release date. You don't have to thank me for supporting you since I always will, and you know I love coming along with you on promo! I'm just sorry I couldn't be there for your premiere either, though it made me so happy that you could come to New York afterward. I'm just hoping now that your promo's finished, you can stay with me in New Jersey for a little while longer while I'm filming, since you know I'd always rather us be together. I know exactly what you mean when I felt the same way about visiting your family in London and seeing where you grew up! Which, thank you for that and reassuring me they'd like me, which you know I was nervous about. I didn't mind your parents' questions either since I understand the curiosity. My parents are already asking when you can visit again, they liked you so much. I hope your family knows I'm serious about you too, since I'm in love with you and all. And it makes me happy that they liked me, especially when they were so nice. I'm all for going on another romantic holiday when we're able, and even whisking away somewhere for a weekend between filming would be nice, too. I'm all for going to see live shows too, and maybe we'll get lucky enough to find some in New Jersey too?! I know we haven't had much time to explore, but that would be fun. I know we both miss the hot springs, although nothing stopping us from recreating them by drawing a bath, right? We could do that tonight. You're going to make me blush again, though it means the world to me too, that I'm yours and you're mine. I still can't believe you're knitting me a blanket, and I honestly can't wait to see it! I know it'll be my favorite blanket by default. It's a great idea to get a cat, and I think Bach would be really into having a little playmate. So taking him to a shelter to see who gets along with would be perfect. Orange cats definitely come with a side of chaos, though maybe that's exactly what Bach needs, too. I'll always be here to hold your hand and protect you, both on haunted adventures and otherwise. I never thought I'd like dancing as much as I do, but it's nice with you. Same with cooking, and even though I'd always liked that some, it's all the more fun with you. We'll have to give some more recipes a try, too, since they always taste better when we make them together. I'd love it if you found a zookeeper role, given you're already passionate about it! It's always the goal to make you happy, love, and I'm glad your family sees that too. You weren't in the best headspace before me, though? How come? It makes me so happy I've brought that feeling into your life though, especially since you've definitely brought happiness into mine. You're making me blush again, though I've told my folks that we love each other, too. Naturally, they're happy for us! We can definitely go camping again sometime, and of course I had a great time in Turkey with you! Which you're right, for how crazy things have been, I'm glad we had the time there together. You know I wouldn't be anywhere else, though, Fashion Week and everything in between.

I know it's been nuts with everything from promo to the Beatles announcement, though I'm so proud of you! And I love that the Beatles announcement was a bit like you guys were playing the new Avengers or something, and everyone was so excited! As they should be, since I know you'll be incredible in the film. I'd have to be crazy not to want a future with you, I'll have you know. I'm just thrilled you want one with me too, and that we're on the same page. Plus I could never hear you say that you love me too many times, just like I could never say I love you too many times. Especially when it makes you blush! I'm with you that New York means something to the both of us, so it feels only natural to look for a place there together. And we can always talk about getting married when it feels right, which makes me smile to think about. Would you want a big ceremony or more an intimate one? You're thinking about a bigger place in London? I'd love to help you look, since I like to think I'll be there a lot. Though would it be both of ours, or…? I mean, it's okay if not because we're getting a place in New York together at some point, though I was just curious. Of course I wouldn't have run in the other direction hearing you love me, even though I understand that fear since it's a big word. I just feel lucky you love me too, and that you feel safe with me. I feel so safe with you, too. And I'm grateful you feel safe telling me what's on your mind too, since I'd always want to know that. Don't worry, I'm always going to give you plenty of kisses, especially knowing you like them so much! Which is lucky since I love kissing you, too. I can't help myself since it's always so sweet whenever you surprise me with anything! Well, you get to be my Valentine for as long as you'd like, Joseph. You're doing great with the mandolin! I'm thinking you won't even need me as a guide after a while. That necklace is my favorite one, hands down, and it makes me smile every time I look at it, knowing what you wanted to say. I'm all for taking the cruise whenever we can, and I know it'll be a lot of fun. You were my first Times Square kiss, so pretty special, I'd say. And of course my only Times Square kiss! You're just amazing at finding gifts, so of course I'll have to get on your level, love. I know I'm going to wear my Fantastic Four t-shirt when the film comes out too, and whichever premieres you have. Norway was fun, and so was fishing and the dance! Sorry, my date for the dance rivaled yours in the sexy department, easily. I'd be all for going out dancing with you again, for the record. Well, it's always my goal to take the best care of you, especially with how much you have going on right now. I wouldn't ever want you to burn out, you know? I love you, and you certainly deserve having someone always here for you, and I'm lucky that someone is me. I should be thanking you too, for coming to New Jersey with me to start filming, since the first days of filming are always the most stressful! But they haven't been since it's good having you here with me, especially filming something else that's a little dark material-wise. I don't know what it is about me that makes people want to put me in their films about murderers and serial killers, but hey, I'm not going to complain about having a job at this point. I'm just happy you're here with me while you can be, is what I'm trying to say, so thank you and I love you. | @josephafq

it's safe to say that anywhere is better when i get to be there with you, so i understand -- and i love keeping you warm the whole time, just throwing that out there. you are the sexiest date! i feel so lucky that i get to have you on my arm. but you always make me blush when you say that i'm sexier, though. but i'm glad you feel that way, love. i'm glad you're excited to see fantastic four, and you're making me laugh calling me that hot, but also making me blush so much. i'm glad you think they chose right for the role. i know promo has been a little crazy for all the different projects i've got coming up, but thank you for being there to support me when you can, love. i'm just sorry i missed out on being there for your premiere because i had my own. i really wanted to be there for you. but i'm glad we're back together and we didn't have to stay apart for long, because i'm like you, i'd rather us be together than be away from each other, and i'm so glad you can be with me right now. i'm glad we had the time we did to go to florida before things got a little bit crazy -- and it was fun getting to see your parents, and i loved getting to know them better. plus, i loved all the places that you ended up showing me too, and i can see why they were favorites of yours while you were growing up. plus, it just was fun getting to see where you grew up and get to enjoy the things you enjoyed when you were younger, you know? and i completely get why you like the outdoors so much, and i think it's so neat that you live so close to a swamp. i loved the walks that we took around your parents place! i figured if i were in their shoes, i'd be asking a lot of questions too, you know? so i don't mind, plus my parents did the same thing to you! and since i'm only the second person that you've introduced them too, they must know it's serious, so of course they're going to want to know me better, love. my family pretty much adored you, you realize that right? my mum was completely charmed by you, so were my dad and my stepdad! well, since i'm going to be a little busy with my current projects, i'm not sure when we'll have time for another holiday, but as soon as we've got time we'll pick someplace amazing, yeah? maybe go on another romantic holiday. what do you think? it makes me smile every time i hear you say you want to be with me forever and that you don't want to let me go. i love seeing live music with you too, so maybe we'll have to search out some live music to go see while we're in london. what do you think? find some places as good as the places we went to in tampa! it's safe to say that i'm very much missing the hot springs, and i'm wishing we could find a place like that near where i'm filming. you spoiled me so much on my birthday, by the way, and i loved every minute of it. i'm glad we're each other's. i hope you know that? it means the world to me to be yours and for you to be mine. it makes me happy you love all the things i knit for you, and i know you realize that i'm knitting a blanket for you next, and honestly it's taking longer than i thought it would! i'm always happy when i get to spend time with you too, love, there's no doubt about that.

i can't help it, i just love the attitude cats have, you know? but yeah? i value your thoughts, of course, so if you're leaning towards saying i should get one, then i'm thinking that's what i should do. maybe take bach to a shelter and see how he behaves around some kittens? i kind of really want an orange cat so bad, so be prepared for complete chaos, i'm told. me too! because it really does seem like they have new ones to explore every time we see them, and each time they're scarier than the time before. i'm just so glad i have you to hold my hand and protect me, love. i'm glad we got to spend time at both our places in new york over the weekend and just get to spend some time in the city together in general. i'm glad you love dancing with me, because i love having you in my arms and dancing with you. and cooking with you is one of my favorite things to do, no doubt about that. and i'm glad that you agree with me about the classes being fun, but cooking at home is just much better. plus, i love when we look up recipes together and give them a try! and i think everything we've made so far has been amazing, don't you think? you know i'm all for going back to the sanctuary sometime, and i love that bentley liked me, since he's important to you! hey, just think about it! i would be a fun zookeeper! but maybe after marvel and the beatles, I'll be like, find me a zookeeper role! and i'm always going to say that you're the amazing one, love, because you are -- and you always will be! you make me so happy, and my family sees just how happy i am because of you. you know, i wasn't in the best headspace before you, but you've brought me such happiness in my life that i can't even put it into words, you know? well, i couldn't help but tell them that we've said i love you to each other because i was so excited that you love me and all, plus i wanted them to realize how serious we are as well. i love that you're open to camping out on more ranches and around cattle, because we really did have a good time with it! and you're right about the cows being adorable, and it still makes me laugh that they took to me so well. i'm glad we went to turkey when we did since things are getting kind of crazy now again, which can i say again that i appreciate you so much for being along with me on this crazy ride! though thank you for doing fashion week with me as well, love, and we really needed the relaxation after that, i feel like. i also liked not having to get out of bed in the mornings either, since staying in bed with you is my favorite thing to do. the promo for warfare, i'll admit has been a lot, and then with announcing the beatles that's been crazy too, so you're right about it being a beast. but you make me smile when you say you can't wait to see my films, love, and that you're proud of me. i love hearing you're proud of me.

i'm still pretty happy that i didn't scare you off, of course, and it makes me so happy that you see a future with the two of us as well, i'm glad we're on the same page. and i know that i'm very lucky that you love me, and i love you so much and i hope you're prepared to hear that a whole lot. it might make me blush a little when you tell me you love me though, just saying. yeah? i'm glad you're into the idea of us living together and getting married when it feels right, and glad that you're good with us living in new york when it happens as well, especially since i feel like the city means something special to the both of us and our relationship, you know? though i will say that i've been thinking about getting a bigger place in london because i feel like i've outgrown my flat -- maybe you can help me look while i'm filming here? i'm glad you'll never run in the other direction hearing me say that i love you, and again, i can't help but blush when you say you love me, which i love you so much right back. it means the world that you're all in with me too, you know? and i'm glad that i can always tell you what's on my mind, love. i feel safe telling you everything, though -- just so you know that. well, i'll just throw out there right now that i always want your kisses, so whenever you want to give them to me, i'll be happy to have them! i'm glad you think i come up with the best surprises, because i love surprising you so much, you get the cutest look on your face when i surprise you! oh, you're the best valentine a guy could have, hands down, as well, and i'm glad you're mine. you really think i'm doing good with my mandolin lessons, love? plus, you're sweet saying i'll be playing like a pro in no time, i'm glad you have such faith in me. i'm still giddy that you love that necklace so much, and you're right, it was the only way i can think of to say i love you without saying it because i was so nervous. i know the cruise is being pushed back a little, but i'm hoping we can take it when i have a break in filming, love. it'll be exactly what we need to relax! i was your first time square kiss? i love hearing that, and love knowing i'll be your only times square kiss too! now you're just being too sweet saying you have to get on my level with the gifts since i give amazing ones, which your gifts are perfect! i'm glad you loved your valentine's day gifts as well though, love, and it makes me smile thinking about you wearing that fantastic four shirt of course! i loved norway with you, and i'm glad we went and glad we went to the valentine's dance as well. because again, had the sexiest date there! but it was fun dancing with you, love, and i feel like i should take you out dancing more often! you already do take the best care of me, so i have no doubt that you always will. i was just thinking about burning out the other day with all the stuff i've got going on, i know you're going to be just what i need to help me not burn out, my love. so thank you again for being an amazing boyfriend, and i love you. || @teaguehq

[chahaezii]

I have arrived with a very VERY wholesome ish request

so like...

Imagine, you're the secretary of ahjin guild and one day igris or beru brought a now baby jinwoo, like jinwoo was doing his average exp farming in dungeons and something goes wrong and since jinwoo can't talk properly in his baby form he had igris or beru take him to his office where he knows his secretary has very maternal skills or is a baby lover or smth like that like 🤷‍♀️

Bonus points if the reader is simple mindedly naive like jinho or esil since jinwoo gets along well with the innocents 🐬🐬🐬🐬

Beru: "miss... My Lord has a problem..."

Name: *looks at beru and looks down seeing a baby jinwoo in beru's hands*

Jinwoo: "..." *Death stare*

Name: "guild master...?"

Jinwoo: *blinks*

*name starts poking her guild master*

Reader can be a hunter healer type lowk

FINALLY A REAL HUMAN WITH A REAL REQUEST 😭🙏 I THANK YOU FOR THE IDEA ANON 🙏🙏🙏

Anyways, I'll see what I can do here :)

“Mind explaining how this happened?” You couldn't believe your eyes. The guild master is now a baby? You believed this was some sort of sick prank. How could the guild master come back as a baby? You stopped poking as Jinwoo reached for your finger with his little baby hands.

“I'm afraid I too am lost, Miss. I came back to my liege being turned into.. this.” Beru can't seem to understand how this happened either. Both of you are now lost, but, you had your experience with babies considering you used to babysit before getting a job in the Ahjin Guild. “Well, give him to me. I'll try figuring something out.” You're not sure what to do next but your first instincts are to take care of him.

Jinwoo stared you down as you picked him up from Beru's hands. You couldn't exactly tell what he wanted but you could tell from his cute expression that he wants to say something. Though, all that came out was adorable little coos. You couldn't help but chuckle at him. You're used to seeing him being cold and nonchalant, so, seeing him as a baby and acting all adorable is a new sight.

“Guild master, do you understand me?” You thought it was quite stupid to ask a question, after all, he's a baby. What if you just seemed like an idiot for trying to talk to a baby? Beru was there, standing and observing you. He didn't know what to do either.

Thankfully, Jinwoo nodded as more coos came out from him. “So you can't speak but you understand me. Do you reckon you could maybe communicate in other ways? Maybe write?” You didn't give him time to nod or anything, you placed him down gently on the couch and grabbed a paper and pen to give to Jinwoo. You placed them down in front of him, hoping he'd pick it up and write something. Anything at all.

Jinwoo picked the pen up and wrote something, the handwriting is really bad but readable. "I have no idea what happened." Is what he wrote. You couldn't help but to scratch your head. You're even more confused now, how come he could understand and write as a baby? What did this to him?

“My liege, I've taken a search on the internet. It says here you've been cursed.” Beru's statement made you a little surprised. How come the Sung Jinwoo got cursed with such a silly curse? Seriously? Being turned into a baby?

"Well, how long does this curse last?" You read aloud as he writes his sentence down. Good question, though, you don't mind taking care of baby Jinwoo. Sometimes you felt as if you wanted to go back to babysitting, but of course you didn't. The job of being a secretary in Ahjin Guild pays more than enough for you. So, taking care of little baby Jinwoo is the equivalent to healing your maternal instincts.

“This sort of curse could potentially last up to a week or less.” Beru seemed a little nervous. I mean, who wouldn't? Imagine your master turned into a baby. You'd probably be lost and nervous like Beru. “So, we got to take care of the baby guild master for up to a week or maybe less?” You asked Beru with a hint of excitement in your tone, but you hid that excitement before Beru or Jinwoo caught it. “Yes, Miss, if it isn't much of a trouble. My liege can't summon anyone else to help at the moment, so only you can help us here.” He explained to you, well it makes sense. How is he going to summon anything without the ability to speak?

“Of course, I'm more than happy to help.” You couldn't help but smile. You missed taking care of babies, and now you're not taking care of just any baby, it's your own guild master. Which makes it more important for you to thoroughly take care of him. He's the reason why you got a stable career, this could be you repaying his favours in some way, right?

Jinwoo has been quiet for the whole time, he didn't write nor do anything. He was silently staring at both you and Beru. You noticed it and asked him a question, “Guild master, are you okay? Are you upset?” You worry, if guild master is upset then you must do something to cheer him up. He looked away from you, it's clear he is upset. “Guild master, don't be like that.. a week isn't that long!” You try to confront him, of course it didn't work. So, you resort to another plan. “How about we go get ice cream? then to the park? I'm sure you'll love it!” Jinwoo didn't budge, but, you picked him up anyways. “Let's go now, don't be so sad guild master, Beru will be with us too! Isn't that fun?” You seemed to be forgetting the fact that he's a very powerful hunter if he's not in such an adorable form. You baby talk with him, treating him just like how you would with a real baby.

You walked your way to the ice cream vendor outside of the building, buying a small cup of vanilla ice cream. “I got your ice cream guild master! Say ahh” Jinwoo didn't open his mouth at first, but you begged him nicely, “Please guild master? Give it a try! I promise you it's really yummy” Jinwoo felt annoyed but he gave in. He opened his mouth and ate the ice cream you spoon fed him. It's really good, but Jinwoo didn't want to show any reactions to you. “Awh you did it! Good job guild master. Now, let's head to the park shall we?” You chuckled as you continued your walk to the park. Beru didn't utter a single word for the whole time he was there, though he did giggle quietly here and there. Guess he found it rather adorable too that his master is now a baby. Beru didn't want to catch attention from other people, so he decided to use a much smaller form.

You arrived at the park and sat down on one of the benches there. “Isn't the weather nice out here?” You pinched his nose, playing with him. You know Jinwoo is definitely annoyed but what can you do? Awkwardly sit there in utter silence? Definitely a big no. You pointed out how some clouds looked like a certain shape and even played peek-a-boo with him. He didn't give much reaction but it was fine by you.

Moments passed and Jinwoo looked sleepy, he cooed at you, you understood immediately. “Someone is a little tired huh?” You got up from the bench to head back to the Ahjin Guild's building. As you arrived, you immediately went to Jinwoo's office and prepared a place for Jinwoo to comfortably sleep in. You would bring him home, but it feels a little off doing so. “Hope this is comfortable for you, guild master.” You placed him down on the couch with some extra pillows and a piece of clothing to replace a blanket. I mean, it's an office, there won't be just baby products or such lying around, you had to improvise.

“Miss, please do stay the night with us. I, Beru, need good assistance to take care of my liege.” Beru seemed genuine, so you nodded in agreement. You took another pillow from another couch to sleep on the floor next to Jinwoo. Making sure he is safe and comfortable. “Goodnight, guild master. Don't let the monsters get you!” You chuckled as you teased Jinwoo with childish jokes. Jinwoo didn't care anymore, he was exhausted, he couldn't do anything in this baby form. No summons, no ability usages, no nothing. He must be dependant on you and Beru for the next week or hopefully less.

I hope I used the correct wording on some of those sentences 😭 I never really thought of writing scenarios with babies before so this is my first attempt 🥀..

I don't think I'll make a part 2 for this but it was fun writing this! Thank you for the amazing request Anon <3 Do request more, I appreciate them alot ^.^

PS. Sorry if this looked rushed in any way, I'm sleepy currently but I know if I do it "later", I might procrastinate LOL

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spideypool fic recs (part one)!

hello! :D I apologize once again to my rwrb folks for flooding the dash with these guys, I promise we will return to regularly scheduled programming ASAP!

but for my friends that might be interested, you can thank @incalamity who poured gasoline on my metaphorical spideypool shaped fire as of late. I've been losing track of my favorite fics so I thought I'd put them together here!

as with any recs, please always be sure to check the tags and heed any warnings in the notes etc. (esp if you're coming from the rwrb space, spideypool has very different themes! sjdfgjdgf)

happy reading! x

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Domina(tion) K(ink) by Vixen13 | E | 18k

Wade gets off on pain. Wade gets off on praise. These things aren’t really a big deal until he accidentally pops a raging boner while getting a tattoo. The weird part is that his artist, Peter, doesn’t appear to mind.

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this side of paradise by thistleraven | E | 6k

a sex pollen fuck buddy fic. For the record: the whole thing is Peter’s fault. They’re sitting on a rooftop, nearing the end of patrol, when Peter decides to jab Fate right in the eye and flip her the bird for good measure. "—and I was sure it was about to be a sex pollen disaster, but thankfully," Wade says, knocking on his temple for good luck, "just some classic, springtime eau d'jizz from those pear tree things." “There is no such thing as sex pollen,” Peter snorts derisively. Wade points accusingly at him. “Now you’ve done it! You’ve Invoked the Trope! We’re doomed by the narrative now!”

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The Moist Demanding Chasm of His Mouth by RatPapi | E | 4k

Deadpool gets a look at Spidey's fangs and immediately wants to know more. Lucky for him, Spidey doesn't put up too much of a fight. There's a lot more spider than he bargained for, but Wade certainly isn't complaining.

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A Helping Hand by Lunastories | E | 7k

Ever since the spider bite, Peter hasn't been able to come. Every time he gets close, his senses get overwhelmed and he ends up frustrated and unable to orgasm. Enter one Wade Wilson who is very good at making sure Peter focuses on him, and only him.

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Prove me Wrong by Fredegund | E | 26k

There aren’t many things Wade Winston Wilson's good for as an omega. He's male. He's large. He's at least a head taller than most alphas out there, alphas who like their omegas dainty and petite and female. So no, there aren't many things he's good for as an omega.  Peter sets out to prove him wrong.

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atlas by a_cry_in_the_wilderness | E | 3k

The first time that Wade tells Spider-man that he’s beautiful, the hero laughs in a way that makes Wade realize that there’s a wound that he’s accidentally brushed against. It’s too late to stop the bleeding, but he tries to compress it anyway. Peter Parker alludes to not looking how Wade expects underneath the mask leading Wade down a spiral reflecting on his own insecurities and expectations.

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Web Wonder by LinksLeftTit | E | 9k

Peter had felt odd as of late, the weeks passing into autumn following his birthday had been strange. A sense of urgency had begun building under his skin. Tingling raptures of pinpricks he had never quite experienced before. It set him on edge. The same sense begging him to hole up inside. To be safe and warm inside the concrete barrier of his apartment. All Peter felt was an insatiable heat.

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My Boyfriend's a Murder Bot by Fredegund | M | 55k

Wade Winston Wilson is ugly. His skin's inside out. It ripples and moves every second of every day, at constant war with the cancer. Vanessa put on a brave face for him when she first saw the changes, but it turns out even she can't stomach the sight for long. He's ugly and alone and nothing will ever be good in life again -  If only that were his only problem. But Weapon X is at it again, under crisp new management, turning orphans into super slaves and bringing out the big guns to make sure nobody interferes this go around (namely one Pool comma Dead). So now, not only is Wade alone and ugly forever, but he's got a bit of a pest problem in the form of a black-clad murder-happy man spider with a collar around his neck and an unhealthy obsession with tying Deadpool up. So maybe it's not all bad...

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Tiny Entanglements by MargaretKire | E | 6k (DO NOT read this if you have a fear of spiders ksjdgfkjsdgf)

Spider-Man has some hidden desires. So does Deadpool. Things get complicated when Morbius claims to have a cure for Peter’s ‘impure’ DNA. Or: Three thousand spiders in a suit fall in love with Wade Wilson. Featuring: Spider interludes

Mean It by Twisted_Mind | T+ | 6k

Wade shakes his head. “If I’m your friend, you gotta let me feed you—them’s the rules!” “Yeah, well, apparently if you’re my friend, the rule is I give you cancer, so.” There’s a beat of silence as Peter realizes belatedly that that inside thought became an outside thought without getting approved by his brain, and Wade is entirely still and silent.

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and since this is all terribly self indulgent, here's a few that explore wade's mutation (and chronic pain specifically) in further detail:

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cradle by macaronigrille | M | 8k

Peter’s encounters with Deadpool are initially only fleeting. He doesn’t know much about him, simply that he’s a trained mercenary for hire who’s nearly impossible to kill.  Impossible to kill, maybe. But as Peter spends more time with Wade, he realizes that Wade is not unbreakable. From broken fingers to head injuries, Peter teaches Wade how to be cared for, and Wade returns the favor when Peter needs him most.  (Or: 5 times that Peter helped Wade with his healing factor, and one time that Wade returned the favor.)

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nerve induction by silvermarie | E | 8k

Peter and Wade have a very brief body-swap that leaves Peter reeling with what he felt in Wade's body - and what Wade clearly felt in his. Peter decides it's time someone took Wade's pain seriously. What use is being a scientist if you can't help your violent mercenary bro?

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+ one wade/peter/logan for my fellow multiship amigos <3

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joyride! by ilyasomina | E | 3k

"What are you doing, Wade," Logan spits out through gritted teeth. "Stop fucking around. Leave the kid alone." Wade laughs, low and mean. "The last thing he wants is for me to leave him alone," Wade leans in so his lips are against the fabric of Peter's mask. "I bet you'd love someone else who can tame you as well as I can. Maybe Logan here, hm?"

(Or, Deadpool introduces Wolverine to New York's friendly neighborhood Spider-Man.)

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and finally, my two (as of right now) spideypool fics:

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bite your tongue on purpose | M | 6k

This might be the first time Peter’s ever noticing it. Everyone assumes Wade's incessant talking is a distraction tactic, or a form of torture, or simply to be a brat, even once the threat has been neutralized and they’re all winding down. But it isn’t. Peter recognizes it because he has the same thing, just presents in different ways. It’s anxiety. [or, five times peter recognizes and helps wade with his anxiety, and one time wade does the same for him, even if it looks a little different.]

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down swinging | E | 6k

Wade wears his designation like the leather of his suit; skin-tight and confidently and demanding the attention of everyone in—or outside of—a room. Like he can’t even help it. Unapologetic, and so comfortable with it that he likes to shove up against all the stereotypes without a second thought. Even if he didn’t have the physical build of an alpha, it just makes sense for him. Peter, on the other hand, has never been as comfortable with his own. [or, peter is convinced that there are certain parts of himself he'll never be able to share again after his mutation. wade changes his mind, and peter ends up doing the same for wade, too.]

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more to come probably, but this one was getting a bit long so here she is! see you all soon! :D

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[thyfleshc0nsumed]

I'm struggling with 12 step real fuckin hard right now. I've always had disagreements with many of NA's ideas, even if I've found it helpful for me personally. I think a lot of it is good and useful and true, like especially the "I cannot control anything besides the actions that I take" kinda stuff. Definitely not unique to twelve step or anything, like thats more or less the foundation of like half of all spiritual thought ever, but still, it's laid out in ways that I've found useful in practical terms.

But idk. They can say it's a spiritual and not religious program all they like, but the program is fundamentally objectivist in most of its beliefs (not like, the Ayn Rand kind of objectivism, just like, the opposite of subjectivism) and that sort of objectivism requires something to originate the objective ontologies. In the program, boundaries between things both physical and metaphysical exist in an objective matter. And sure, I've met very few members whose "god" refers to Our Lord And Savior Jesus Christ, but at the root of it, they still believe in some theistic master of the universe, even if it is a secular one.

Meetings just piss me the fuck off nowadays. I go in and say "I'm fucking struggling here, I'm an atheist, like a real fuckin atheist, like actually an atheist for real, and the answers that the program gives that work for everybody else don't fuckin work for me on account of my belief in a purely physical universe," then some fuck goes "yeah, I had trouble with the god thing too, I mean i'm also an atheist but I was told to not let it worry me and trust the process. My god is the group/process/universe/whatever," and its like, no you stupid motherfucker, I do not have a fucking god at all and I need one to actually work this fucking step that I'm on.

And don't get me wrong, there are many things that appear and in some ways might as well function as a god due to the limitations of the human mind, but its no different than staring at static on a television and seeing images in it. The images aren't actually there outside of our perspective, our fucking brains are just being given too much data to properly process it all, so it imposes already processed data onto it. And right now, it feels like the program and every member I hear from is just saying "no, those images really are there, trust the process and you'll see them too," and its like FUCK!!!!!!!!! The problem isn't that I'm not seeing the images, I DO see the images sometimes, the problem is that I fucking know they aren't there in any non-subjective sense!!!!!!!!!! I can't un-know what I know!!!!!!!!!!!!!

idk. Im just struggling. I tried a lot of shit to get sober and NA was the only thing that fucking worked. There is some personal truth i've found in it, both in the nature of my addiction and in the nature of life without drugs. But as I get more and more and more time, it feels like it keeps working for me less and less and less. And idk what to do about it. idk. I wish I believed in a god.

[beef-brisket]

The rest of dinner went smoothly, and now, Lucifer watched Adam and Charlie from the now cleared table. They were doing the dishes so there would be enough for the pie Lucifer had in the oven.

Of course, that was a lie. There were more than plenty of plates, but Adam explained that you need to keep them clean and well looked after if she ever wanted something to eat on.

Lucifer snapped out of his thoughts as Charlie squealed. Looking up, he couldn't help but smile as the two played sword fighting with two spoons. Water was going everywhere, but Charlie didn't seem to care that her dress was getting wet.

He smiled at them, but his eyes slowly moved to the sin. Adam's tail was swaying side to side, while Lucifer did everything possible to not look at Adam's ass.

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After pie, they watched a movie before tucking Charlie into bed.

When Lucifer was done with that, he found Adam in his greenhouse, admiring his plants. With a glass of wine in each hand, he walked over to the sin.

Lucifer: Here you are.

Smiling down at Lucifer, Adam grabbed the wine: Why thank you. This place is impressive. Although some of your plants have fungi on them.

Lucifer: Fungi?

Adam: Yeah. Like me!

Lucifer stared up at Adam and raised his eyebrow. After a moment of silence, Adam waved Lucifer off.

Adam: Never mind. Just keep this place a little less damp, and they'll clear right up.

Lucifer: Oh, uh... yeah, I'll do that.

They stood in silence for a moment before Lucifer spoke: You still like plants, huh?

Adam: Still?

Lucifer: You uh... you were a fan on them in Eden.

Adam: Oh! Oh. Right. I get ya. Their neat. I've got a garden back at my place... a green house- bigger than this, by the way.

Lucifer chuckled, rolling his whes: It's not a competition, Adam.

Adam smirked: I like to think it is... alright, my garden has taken a real beating these last few years... I uh... haven't had the motivation to look anger it properly.

Lucifer: Oh? Why?

Adam: Just... been partying a lot.

Lucifer: Ah, yes. The sin of Lusts parties. I've heard their wild. And judging by the one I went to all of those years ago, I'm nit surprised your garden isn't doing well.

Adam: Pft. They've only gotten wilder, baby~.

Lucifer: ...Don't you ever get tired? Of all of this? Partying all the time, drinking... you said you missed your kids, why don't you have more?

Adam: ...Those days have passed for me, Lu. I'm too old for that now...

The king stared at Adam for a moment before nodding. He could tell how much the sin was hurting.

Adam: What about you? Charlie's- adorable. I'm sure you'd want more.

Lucifer: Yeah... I've always wanted a big family, but Lilith... she was against it- which is fine! I didn't want to force her to have children for me. But... that wants there, you know? It's weird to say, but... if I slept with someone and they got pregnant, I wouldn't be mad.

The Sin of Lust

@beef-brisket

Adam knew deep down. He had his suspicions on what his wife was doing. Now he knew.

For the evidence was staring him right in the face a few yards away. There under the shade of the tree that held the forbidden fruit were Eve, Lucifer, and Lilith committing the act of carnal knowledge.

The past week Eve had been a bit distant. Always making excuses as to where she was and what she was doing. Deep down he had a feeling of who she was seeing.

She acted the same way Lilith had before she left.

Now Adam stared with dull eyes as Lucifer had his face and mouth on Eve’s vagina with the second woman moaning in pleasure. Lilith stood by and watched her lover take Eve as she bit her lips.

Her face held an expression he could not pronounce but knew what it was deep down. For a split second her amethyst gaze met his and she smirked. She had won.

She took his first time.

She took his angel.

and now she took Eve.

She had completely broken the first man.

In her mind that meant she won. But Adam wouldn’t give her the satisfaction of rubbing it in. Turning on his heels he left the women and Angel to their devices.

He was done. He was not going to stick around and be stuck in a marriage with someone who obviously doesn’t love him. He wasn’t going to let the angels make another wife only for her to fall for the charms of that snake.

In fact he wasn’t going to be fulfilling his duties as the future father of humanity. Or as the first man. Someone else can have it.

He wouldn’t live in a place where everywhere he turned he was reminded of betrayal. Even the spots that once held sweet memories soured.

Soon he had made it to his destination. After making sure the angels guarding the gates weren’t looking he crept towards the doors of Eden. Turning back one last time he said only one thing.

Adam: Goodbye.

With all his might he pushed the doors open and stepped out into the world before him. Unaware of the consequences that this act of defiance would have on his soul.

[moyathermopolis]

thankful 18+

agnes o’connor x reader

pairing: agnes o’connor x female reader warning: smut, age gap, boss’s daughter, daddy kink, choking, thigh riding, 18+ word count: 1.2k

the atmosphere buzzed with life and excitement, it felt like the whole city was in your house for your dad's surprise retirement party. you came home from grad school just be to here for his special moment, he'd been the chief of westview police for over thirty years now, so you couldn't miss his send off. you'd been away for three years now, studying veterinary science in georgia on scholarship. leaving westview was your greatest accomplishment and you only came back when it was absolutely necessary.

"sweetie," your mom placed her hand over yours, squeezing it gently, "you remember detective o'connor right?" she asked with the cheesiest smile on her face.

you looked past her, staring at the flannel wearing woman, she had a permanent scowl on her face but you had come to realize that was just agnes. you were very familiar with the older woman, in fact you two got well-acquainted in your undergrad years during your rebellious phase. she never ratted you out to your parents or collared you and you were very thankful for that.

"uh yeah, i do."

"would you mind going with agnes to her house and getting the rest of your father's gifts? it completely slipped my mind that i asked her to hide some of them there."

a wide smile spread across your cherry-colored glossed lips, "of course mom, i'd love too." the wheels immediately started to turn in your head, this was the perfect opportunity to make your move.

"great! you two hurry so you can make it back in time, okay?"

"got it, mrs. chief." agnes pulled her keys out of her cargo pants and led the way to her car.

you followed behind her silently, admiring her broad shoulders and the sway of her hips. it was about a 30 minute drive to her house on the other side of town and you two didn't make much conversation. it was unnerving to you, especially since you had a small crush on agnes. you stole glances at her, observing her stoic expression, pouty lips, and the way her knuckles turned white from how hard she was gripping the steering wheel.

biting your lip, you thought about how her large hands would feel roaming over your body, touching your most sensitive parts. would she pin you down and have her way with you roughly? or was she the gentle type? you fidgeted in the front seat next to her thinking about it, squeezing your thighs together while playing with your fingers in your lap.

"you okay over there doll?" she snorted, looking over at you.

you gave the older woman a smile as she pulled into her driveway, "just peachy." the two of you made your way inside and agnes left you alone as she went to retrieve the gifts. you looked around her home, approving of the rustic vibe it gave off, hues of brown, green, and orange coated the room. it was a huge house and you couldn't believe she lived here all alone.

"this is all of them." agnes grumbled, stumbling while carrying at least 5 wrapped gifts, it didn't surprise you that your mom went a little overboard.

"can i talk to you agnes?"

"right now? we need to get back to the party."

"it has to be now, it won't take long, i promise."

"uhh, okay." she set the boxes down and walked around the couch to sit down, you followed her lead sitting dangerously close, your knees rubbing against one another. "what did you need to talk about?"

"i've never thanked you properly for what you did for me all those years ago"

"what did i do for you?"

"come on agnes, you know. you could have gotten me in real trouble back then, i wasn't a minor and i was committing real crimes-"

"petty crimes."

"the point is, you didn't rat me out or arrest me or tell anyone. why? why did you do that for me?"

she rubbed the back of her neck, cheeks flushed as she bit her lip. "i figured you were just having a  rebellious phase, you know? been a good kid all your life, you just wanted a taste of the bad life, am i right?"

"yeah," you nodded, "i still do." you moved in, making your move as you pressed your lips to her soft pouty ones. your eyes fluttered close, your mouth moving over hers until she pushed you off.

"whoa, whoa! what are you doing?!" agnes yelled, flying off the couch and standing as far away from you as possible.

she was clearly flustered but it only turned you on more. you pouted, getting up and walking over to her. your voice was dipped in honey as you ran your fingers over the front of her flannel lightly, gazing into her crystal blue eyes. "i'm thanking you. you were good to me and i want to be good to you."

"your dad is my boss..."

"not for long." you cradled her face in your soft hands, pulling her lips to yours again. this time you slipped your tongue inside of her mouth, moaning and pulling on her blue flannel like a feral kitten. she sucked on your tongue like a lollipop and you couldn't stop the smirk forming on your lips. she wanted you too.

suddenly, you were being whipped around, your shoulder blades pressed firmly against the green walls. you yelped when agnes slipped her thigh in between your legs, gripping your waist firmly. "you don't want this."

"i do want this, i've wanted this for so long agnes." you whimpered, grinding down on her thigh like a horny degenerate. you bit your lip, gazing into her eyes as you pulled your cropped shirt over your full breasts. you hooked your fingers under the wire of your bra and pulled it up as well. agnes' tongue ran over her bottom lip as she grunted in approval, she took your lips in a passionate kiss, moving your hips back and forth over her toned thigh. you moaned out in ecstasy, feeling yourself getting wet from the stimulation on your clit.

she wrapped one hand around your throat and palmed your breast, twisting your hard nipples between her fingers. "f-fuck agnes, choke me harder please."

"you dirty little bitch." she sneered at you, obliging your request, agnes nipped at your bottom lip, sucking it into her mouth. you slipped your hand into her pants finding her cunt, you spread her slick lips apart grinning in her mouth. her throaty voice rang through your ears, "fuuuuuck doll."

"i wanna be your fuck doll agnes." you whimpered desperately, starting to rub harsh circles around her throbbing clit as you rutted against her thigh. she matched your movements, sliding her thigh back and forth squeezing at your neck. you cried out, rubbing and pinching your own nipples frantically. “ahhh fuck, feels so good.”

“you like the way i touch you? you want more?”

“fuck yes! more, i need more agnes.”

agnes abruptly pulled herself from you and you gasped out in shock, flustered and upset she didn’t finish you off. “we need to get back to the house,” she stated plainly, fixing up her clothes and retrieving the forgotten gifts that were on the floor near the couch. you were dumbfounded, and felt completely empty from the loss of contact. “let’s go doll.” she ordered, walking out of the house.

“what a tease.”

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Birthday NAU

So my 19th birthday was some time ago, the 20th of April to be exact.

I'm going to get myself a nice gift - I'm going to make a voiceover for some of my Necro AU characters and use ElevenLabs to make voices for them to read it out. I got myself a pro subscription for some of the money I got from family. All the text will be - obviously - original and the voice will be generated based on some retro games like Dark Omen, Myth and Warlords Battlecry.

Of course, I will write and publish them, alongside the audio, for anybody that still thinks NAU is interesting. But I'll just have some fun and honor the characters I made this blog for in the first place.

Yeah, it's sad that Mortuarius is so short and that I'm unhappy with the quality, meaning I'll likely either remake it and start from scratch or just put it to rest. I'm far too much of a perfectionist to actually feel what I've done up to now is enough to warrant any sort of even light interest, leading to a hopeless spiral of self critique and an overwhelming feeling of pointlessness. The crushing majority of ideas will be forever left to gather dust in my mind.

I can't draw, so I will likely never get to show you guys how I wanted them to appear. I can't animate, I can't render either - no videos will ever be made of them in action. All I have to introduce them into the world is my writing which is incredibly flawed, further proven by the narrative and worldbuilding mistakes made in Mortuarius, botched to a point where I cannot get myself to write anymore because as soon as I realised how limited the story of Denki is, when chosen to be approached from his initial training rather than much later on when he can actually do stuff and interact with Teyvat rather than just Umbra, I lost all momentum I had going.

Don't think I have it all planned either. Each new content drop for Genshin takes a hammer to my ideas and creates massive plotholes that I have to somehow explain. Or, at least, I feel I need the answers to. I am notoriously too demanding of myself, but I just can't help it. Unless NAU and its characters are Genshin-level in terms of content, there's no hope for them both. You may think that - hey, Genshin's lore is actually very mid and is also flawed while their characters of ten fall extremely short of their potential, come out as two-dimensional or like slightly different version of identical tropes. Like just look at Yoimiya and Mualani as an example. Or Kokomi and Jean. Or Zhongli and Neuvilette. Or Beidou and Dehya. They have different looks and lore, but their personalities are very close to each other - for me adding a band-aid in the form of limited time events is not a valid solution.

But Genshin remedies it with character design. Some fanservice, some bait, a lot of rule-of-cool type stuff and gameplay options. I cannot do any of this. NAU characters are not hot anime girls/guys that you can build and watch in-game. They won't ever measure up.

And so it goes, this train of thought, from one excuse and self-hating line to the other, wasting time, wasting effort, wasting opportunity. Even though I didn't post anything for NAU in months, I am fairly burnt out with it due to all this self-influcted pressure and the constant desire to "fix it" or "make it appealing". It was supposed to be fun, but it didn't end up this way.

So I'm doing these voicelines because I know I will have fun with them, and I will feel really happy and just a little bit proud of hearing them come to life in this homeopathical and fake way. "The people" won't care, but its okay. I'm doing this one for myself.

Thank you for everybody that reached this point of my stream of conciousness. Have a nice day.

[adriana-cosmere-journey]

Spoilers!! My thoughts on finishing Words of Radiance

DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVEN'T FINISHED WORDS OF RADIANCE. EVERYTHING BELOW ARE SPOILERS.

I have so many things in my brain right now, but GOD this is such an excellent book. I guess I'll just word-vomit as my thoughts come up, so I may post a few more times later before my brain gets peace. I do need to make up for real-life responsibilities now that I'm done, so I guess I'll take two or three days before I return to the Cosmere.

ANYWAY.

So I began this morning with the Alethi force starting its march towards the center of the Shattered Plain. (Note to future self: once you reach the last 200 or so pages of the Stormlight books, you may not be able to put them down before finishing. Plan accordingly.)

Things on Kaladin's side were kinda depressing because Syl was still gone and he was healing like a normal person. But things of the Plains picked up quickly as Shallan revealed some of her powers to Dalinar. I LOVED this, first because I had feared Shallan would get sucked into everything while trying to hide herself, but also because Dalinar fucking needed this. A sign.

(Nothing surprising about Kaladin ultimately saving the day. Just eternal love for him.)

I loved how quickly leadership and planning started to fall on Shallan as the campaign advanced, and how quickly Dalinar trusted her. Seriously, the girl was suddenly responsible to get EVERYONE to safety, and the way it eventually panned out was so awesome. Ugh, I already want to re-read the last few chapters.

Randon thought: The Parshendi who escaped Eshonai, I guess they are still on the Plains and may become relevant later, right? Hopefully for something more than becoming Voidbringers.

Random thought 2: Rlain doesn't become a Voidbringer, RIGHT???

(I've spoiled myself enough to know he becomes friends with Renarin. Or something.)

I didn't see the Renarin plot twist coming, although I noticed something was up with him.

I am a little scared about Adolin, with everyone becoming a Radiant around him, but not him. Is it cliché to hope he also gets powers? But maybe his path is to be one that remains strong but doesn't have powers? I refuse to believe he just becomes a bad guy out of it. Like, I would absolutely hate a plot like that.

And to be honest, SADEAS HAD IT COMING AND YOU CANNOT CHANGE MY MIND. I would only hate it if that cockroach became like a 'start of a dark path' for Adolin or something like that. Pleaaase tell me that doesn't happen. Or at least not to a degree that would seriously compromise Adolin.

(But it wouldn't surprise me if Ialai became a new big foe instead. I can respect that.)

And speaking of gray characters.... ugh, I was expecting some big betrayal from Moash, but I actually feel bad for him now. Like, okay, he kinda punched Kaladin harder than he expected and would have probably kinda crippled or killed him if his powers hadn't returned, but Moash is now stuck in a situation that makes him feel so much guilt and embarrassment. Like, he was so proud of being part of Bridge Four and he really looked up to Kaladin.... I'm a little weary of what this plotline may bring. I hope he redeems himself.

Otherwise, I am glad we are changing the setting from the Shattered Plains to Urithiru. The tower-city sounds like such a cool concept. I really look forward to seeing the random lore details of how everyone makes it their home.

What else.... Oh! SHALLAN. Ugh, baby love Shallan. I am guessing Veil will indeed get more 'screen time' in the future, as we unravel all the secrets around that. I felt it was kinda obvious that she had killed her mother and her father had taken the blame, but I didn't know why. Now this opens a lot of new questions, like what Mraize meant when he said her family had always been involved in this? What are the Ghostbloods and what is their purpose? Are they the bad guys, or secretive creepy good guys?

It will be interesting to see Jasnah come back, that is for sure. I didn't believe for a minute she was actually dead. For now, I get an inkling that she may be surprised/uncomfortable at arriving at a reality where she is no longer the smartest and most mysterious person around. I mean, she's still super smart and mysterious, but now there are others who also hold their own...

Do we get to learn what she's been doing all this time?

And finally (for now), DALINAR. Ugh, you need to have some serious cojones to bound the frikin STORMFATHER as your spren. I loved that. For a second there I felt like Kaladin, like it had been too easy for him, but then I realized Dalinar has been working on this forever and he probably has healed himself many times over the years with stormlight. Like literally, if someone deserves this, it's Dalinar. So now I'm just happily curious about how all this manifests.

Ufff.... I'm sure I'll remember more things later, but for now this is enough. I need to go take care of responsibilities 😅😅 but my deadlines are on Thursday, so I should be able to make it, right?

Wish me luck! And do leave your (spoiler-free) comments! Feel free to be mysteriously ambiguous about things to come while avoiding actual spoilers 😙😉

[andromeda-nova-writing]

Forgetting For a Moment

Summary: Moving on can take a minute, where sometimes the only thing that can help is to throw yourself further into work.

Words: 1,686

AN: @milkstore is always giving ideas. Is anyone surprised this is another fic inspired by one of those ideas? This is very much a prequel for the other Wriothesley fics I've written. Beta read by @painom

“Could you do me a favor?” Navia asked after poking her half of the slice of cake with a fork.

“Depends on the day.” Y/N’s half of the cake was untouched. Her tea was sipped once. The lipstick mark that normally would be left on the cup wasn’t there. Navia had considered it a miracle that she got Y/N out of her mother’s house. Since she broke off the engagement, it had been just work and home for her. It was sad to see her this down on herself.

“Next Monday, if you are free.” Her favor was just a ploy to get her out of the house more.

“Can’t. I signed up to assist the Fortress of Meripode. I start that day.”

“You signed up for more work?”

“I bought a wedding dress that I won't wear! I almost bought a house. I spent so much money, excited to build a new life.” Her voice had already started to crack with the fresh wound. “I wish I could have seen everything coming.”

Navia was quick to rub her back. “I know, but you shouldn’t overwork yourself.”

“Work has been the one thing I’ve enjoyed.” Mostly because it kept her from feeling sorry for herself. “I at least feel like I deserve being called smart at work.”

“I wish you would quit blaming what happened on yourself.”

“All the signs were there. I was supposed to be getting married this weekend in that dress I paid so much money for. I didn’t even like that gown. You’re supposed to feel special in your wedding dress.”

“You’ll find someone who makes you feel special no matter what you wear.”

“I don’t want that right now. I just want to make it through the day. I really thought he was the one you know.”

“Don’t think about that guy. He doesn’t deserve the energy it even takes to think his name. Tell me about why you wanted to work at the Fortress.” Navia changed the topic. It would be a while till her mood changed, but the least she could do was make sure her mind focused elsewhere.

-

The Fortress was imposing. The first few shifts there, she was assisted by a guard who showed her where to go and how to get around. Sigewinne, the Melusine who worked in the Fortress, was a sweetie. It was hard to believe she worked there for as long as she did. But then again, she knew so much that Y/N shouldn’t have been surprised. 

It was clear that Sigewinne loved stickers, placing them on anything and anyone. There were even some rumors that the Duke who ran the Fortress was a sticker target as well, which had to be false. Everything else she heard about the man was that he used to be sentenced here as well, and how inmates were scared of him. 

A mysterious duke with questionable morals. No need to go out of her way to talk to him. She dealt with men with titles enough. Her mother was right when she said that it’s fine to take money from them when you are hired, but there is no need to be close. Horrible that she had waited so long before fully understanding her mother’s thoughts.

“How was your lunch?” Sigewinne asked, breaking the silence of the infirmary. 

“Quiet. No one showed up except for one lady picking up a prescription.” Y/N explained. The lunch she had taken out to eat was barely touched. It has been almost an hour since Sigewinne's return. Perhaps she just wasn’t all that hungry.

“That’s good.” Sigewinne saw Y/N’s lunch sitting on the table in the same position as when she left. “Did you get distracted by something then?”

“I’m just not as hungry as I thought I would be. It’s nothing to worry about. It’s just my mother tends to make a large breakfast and has been packing quite a lot for lunch for me.” She held up a note with a drawing on it. “Even writing about how much she loves me like I’m a little kid again.”

“She sounds nice.”

“She is one of the sweetest people I know.”

Sigewinne could tell how something heavy weighed on Y/N’s mind. It wasn’t her place to pry but there was comfort in knowing that she had a good support system in place. “At least you had time to rest. If you need to take a break to eat, please do so.”

“I will. I managed to drink all of my water, at least.”

“At least someone here understands how important that is.” A complaint framed as a compliment?

“What do you mean?”

“His Grace has a tea addiction. He is currently suffering the effects of too much caffeine at the moment.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, shaking her head. “Idiot.” Even with her engagement called off, causing emotion to cloud her, she knew to pay attention to her body. “How bad?”

“Resting finally… I hope.”

“He sounds like a handful.” More reason to avoid meeting him as long as possible. 

“He was worse as a teen.” The way Sigewinne reminisced looked an awful lot like her own mother thinking of her childhood. Best not to question it. Melusines were old creatures anyway.

“I take it you two are close.”

“Yes. I think he has grown up quite nicely. He could do better about how much tea he consumes, though.”

“If he is suffering the effects of too much caffeine, he probably needs to cut back quite a lot. He should notice before it becomes an issue. He's the warden. Him being out due to an issue he caused like that could easily cause issues in the Fortress.” That probably came off harsh. Oh well. He's still a Duke. Probably spoiled to some degree.

Maybe it was good that they hadn't met yet.

-

Y/N worked on organizing medical files for some of the new inmates who had come in. Quiet, peaceful, mindless work that she could easily get done while still continuing to pity herself. Loud footsteps against the metal floor entering the infirmary broke up her pity party.

“I’m fine! It’s just a small cut! I can clean this by myself.” A man’s voice argued. 

“Nope! Last time, you didn’t even bandage it properly. You were supposed to dress a wound, not wrap your hand for boxing.” Sigewinne argued.

“Ehhhh, it’s the same wrapping style.”

Y/N turned away from the desk, looking at Sigewinne and the mystery man entering the room. “No, it’s not. I would advise you to listen to a medical professional. 

Sigewinne nodded yes as she dragged the large man over to one of the beds. “Y/N, you haven’t dealt with many patients as of yet. I think this should be an easy one.” She looked the man directly in the eyes. “As long as he listens. I would hate to have to tell Monsieur Neuvillette that you are refusing medical care. It would be such a bad precedent to set for staff and inmates.”

So the mystery man was high up in the staff to have that type of influence over everyone.

“How many times are you gonna use that threat against me?”

“Until I have to tell him. Sit down already. Y/N, come over here too.” Sigewinne ordered.

Y/N got up from the desk. “You said it was just a cut. Let me go clean up before I can examine it.” It didn’t take long to wash her hands and put on gloves. Sigewinne had already brought over the necessary supplies in that short time.

“Could I have your name so we can add this to your medical record afterwards?” It was a habit that was forming off of advice from Sigewinne.

“Wriothesley.” He was being a good sport about it for Sigewinne.

“Wrytheslee?” She attempted to repeat back. Sigewinne was already laughing like she expected that to happen.

“Not quite. Wriothesley.” He spoke again with a smile tugging at his lips. “I could say it slower.”

“Wrothelsye.” She tried again. 

He spoke his name again, slower this time.

“Wirotsheyle. We are saying the same thing.” Frustration already took over.

“Sigewinne can handle that. She knows where my file is. Just call me Your Grace, everyone else down here calls me that anyway.”

“Wait, you’re the Duke? You don’t even look like one.” It was the most lively she had been since coming down to the Fortress for her shifts.

Sigewinne kept laughing.

“I get that a lot. Must be my love of darker colors. I’ve been told there aren’t a lot of people in high society who get piercings.” He went on, avoiding the obvious of the scars that littered his body. “I’ve been told my hair is unruly, but I think I style it nicely.”

Y/N kept a straight face or at least tried to. “Most Dukes try to look the part and would usually start by introducing themselves as a Duke. Not by their extremely difficult-to-pronounce name.” “I’m still getting used to it. Effects of not being brought up in high society. I am a little curious how you would know how a Duke is supposed to act. Sigewinne said you were a pharmacist in the overworld.”

“I still am one. And you don’t need to know how I would know.”

He put his hands up in a surrender. “I won’t ask about it then.” He took an interest with the back of his right hand. There were no wraps on it like his left. “It closed up already. Told you it was nothing.”

Sigewinne shook her head. “This was more about going through the motions anyway. At least the two of you finally had a chance to meet.” She went up to Wriothesley and placed a sticker on his tie. “For being a good sport.”

The pout on his face is what made Y/N finally break into laughter. It was the first laugh she had all month. It had also been one of the few times she was able to forget about her failed engagement, even if it was for a moment.

[emo-hermit]

A bunch of HCs and small analyses that I remembered from my Live Feed document on watching AVA. Aren't to be taken too seriously but I think I'll stick with them.

Separated screenshots and some fun writings below:

for the first one, I felt it'd be fun to note how I found the colour gang acting a bit like young teens during AVA S2/AVM S1. The one that differentiated from this was Purple, who I felt had a personality like a 17 year old who felt they had to "be better" than their younger peers, also wanting full control or to be seen highly. They still acted childish, of course, hence 17. As the seasons progress however, especially by the start of AVM S3, the group mature into an age range that sits comfortably between 18 and 19. In comparison, Purple regresses emotionally into more childish manners, which I notice gave him a common "youngest of the lot" hc. This is because of him finding a parental figure in KO and therefore feeling safe to return to childish mannerisms.

unpictured is the fact I also gave purple an autism HC alongside yellow. red's adhd is already pseudo-canon (not stated in media but talked about by Becker) so i like to call the red/yellow dynamic the AuDHD pairing.

The race HCs were brought upon by the matador short, where I thought "for the sake of niceties, i'm assuming Green is just latino now", which I honestly had a lot of fun with. In comparison, I had a lot of fun with the idea of Yellow having albinism and therefore nystagmus (if you saw my previous post on the fandom art styles, Yellow is specifically depicted using the HC). I wrote this on the Live Feed:

Autism + nystagmus (an eye condition) = poor hand-eye coordination, in theory

A thought I had with Blue was from my personal feelings that Becker using Blue for AVAddiction and still keeping the whole netherwart thing felt very "good on paper, a bit hypocritical in retrospect". So, the concept came to mind of netherwart being an analogy of alcohol rather than a substance. Of course, the message still stands, but alcohol to a lot of people is seen more casually in comparison to what the buttons referred to. It also made me think of the common "chronic pain" HC given to Blue following AVM E20, and the idea that the whole buttons thing/netherwart overuse could be a result of Blue trying to avoid chronic pain/numbness.

Either way, I've been doing a lot of thinking since my uni trip (which I had a lot of fun at, but there was no service, so I had to just think of ideas in my sleep and return to them later). I was wondering if there was actually some AVM/AVA fandom discord somewhere, or just places for general community. I want to talk to people rather than fighting for Tumblr notes. In other words, I'm asking to meet people and make friends in places outwith this algorithm. Care to help?

Anywho this isn't much drawing at all, mostly words, but I appreciate your attention. I'll maybe make more stuff soon as the academic year closes up. There's a Green x "Above and Beyond" by RIProducer art piece with my name on it. Have a good one! - EMO