#bird anon you’re so big brain

[sh1-n0bu]

yall this is my first time requesting something from someone so im a bit nervous but

imagine overstimulating venti until he cries 🤭

also can i be 🌊 anon ? PLEASE tell me if anything i asked made you uncomfortable!!

♡︎ 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙚𝙢𝙤 𝙜𝙤𝙙’𝙨 𝙙𝙚𝙫𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 ♡︎

characters: sub!venti x nb!dom!reader

warnings: overstimulation, size kink, dacryphillia, reader’s genitals/pronouns are never mentioned so the cock can be interpreted as a strap on

notes: of course you can be 🌊anon! and yes, i’m slowly coming back to life. man author’s block is hard to beat. also, if this get’s flagged by tumblr when i wake up tmrw, i’ll delete it and post it again so don’t get too scared if it’s suddenly gone bbies

venti, or better yet known as barbatos to his people, was never really much of an archon.

he never plays by the rules, governs over his people nor even tries to abide by celestia’s rules. often, the wind spirit simply prefers to lay back and watch as his people takes care of any problems. they’re strong after all, his children always has been. of course, the windborn bard slurs out words of being the anemo archon in his drunk dazed self but no one ever takes it seriously.

and another thing was that, venti never worships the celestia. the floating island in the sky is full of nothing but liars, manipulators and cowards. besides… why would he worship those pathetic things when you’re right here?

why kneel before them when he can kneel before you?

why worship those who spat venom everytime they open their mouth when ballads and praises, songs of life flow from yours?

why chase after meaningless praises when your words sting like the strongest alcohol, burning his throat, making his eyes water as he becomes more and more addicted to you?

that’s exactly why the anemo archon prefers to worship you instead. when you braid his hair and comb out the knots as he nuzzles against your form, dazed and sleepy.

when you’re there to console him, help him through his darkest days when those wretches of celestia has done nothing.

when you’re kissing away the tears that spill from his eyes, shushing his slurred speeches and sobs of pleasure as you continue to ram into that one spot inside him, making him shriek and spill over his stomach again and again.

the windborn bard could worship you for eternity.

spilling another load into his stomach, the god in your arms spasms and twitches as his legs weakly wrap around your waist to at least try and calm the twitching of his small body.

dear stars above, you felt so big he could almost feel your tip in his stomach in his sex drunken haze. slurred whines of what seems to be your name flowing out of his mouth as he tries to keep his last threads of sanity together but how can he do so when he can just feel your previous loads slipping out of his rim and down to the sheets.

it all felt so hot, the room was so hot, everything was spinning. the warmth of your cum seeping out of his hole, the slight bulge in his stomach, the feeling of your finger wiggling in next to his already stuffed hole and pushing the cum back inside while your cock stays in — venti lets out a weak sound.

“look at you, little bird. you’re leaking out my cum that i worked so hard to put in you. can’t have my hard work being spent, right?” you coo out teasingly, a grin bit too sadistic tugging on your lips as venti writhes under you when you add in another finger. stars above, were you trying to break him?

venti couldn’t respond. he couldn’t even fully understand and register your words. brain too fried from the previous rounds of your just absolutely handling his small body around, pinching, teasing, smacking, leaving marks and hickeys but he loved it all.

as a response, the bard only weakly bucks his hips back into your strap again seemingly wanting more. my, what an insatiable little bird.

throwing his leg over your shoulder, you take out your fingers from his hole and squeeze his tiny waist once in a warning before fucking back into him again. small whines, weak noises and slurred whorish moans spill out from under you, the anemo archon far too fucked stupid to even try to properly say your name anymore.

making a grabby motion with his hands — a silent ask to hold you close while you fuck him full of your cum again — you decide to be nice and lean down, the absolutely filthy wet noises of your cock easily entering him causing venti to dig his blunt nails into your back, pulling you closer to himself.

feeling another orgasm building up embarrassingly quickly, the archon chases after your lips with weak whines, a sob following as you deny him of a proper kiss. instead teasing him by kissing his soft cheek. he didn’t even realize he was crying.

but soon those soft and weak whimpers and slurred words turn into a sharp scream as he feels himself cumming into both of your stomachs again, a sob of your name following along as you chase your high, getting more frantic with your movements.

the archon feels himself getting filled up again when your hips stutter, causing the short man under you to whimper a quiet “[n-nameee…❤︎︎]” in your ears.

after having caught your breath, you pull away from him slightly. pushing his hair away from his face, you couldn’t help but laugh as you wipe away his tears. but that laugh is cut off short as the archon bucks his hips against yours again, a cheeky grin pulling on his lips.

[random0lover]

Hello !! Am I allowed to request for maybe all of 141 (If possible with your schedule !! I undestand if its not !!) or just Price and Ghost (separate) with a reader whos a military kid so theyre kinda just used to them going away for long periods of time with deployment. Bonus points if they werent aware of reader being a military kid till they break down and confess as to how abandoned and angry they feel when they leave :,)) Fluffy Hurt/Comfort thats SFW, please :)) Thank you ^^

TF141 x Gn!Reader That Was a Military Kid

Pairings: John Price x gn!reader & Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x gn!reader

Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings: Angst with Comfort, SFW, reader is mean, talk of parental death, crying, reader is called: sweetheart, love, dove. Hints at depression, John and Simon are both big softies for reader, established relationships. That should be it! Let me know if I missed any <3

Things to know: Some hc’s with mini fic parts. Should be Gn!reader as I tried to avoid talking about readers body or anything that could indicate anything other than gn!reader! Also POC friendly! If you notice anything that makes you feel otherwise please let me know! I never want anyone to feel excluded with/in my work ♡, Also a warning to anyone that decides to follow me- if you do not have your age in your bio or a pinned post I will block you… just a fair warning.

Notes: Thank you for requesting this anon! I loved the idea so much so I hope this does your request justice! I kinda went a little soft with the Price one because for some reason I can’t stand the thought of reader being mean to that sweet man (if you want though send me another request and I can write one that’s more angst filled 😊) although I did bring out the reader being angry in Simons. Another thing, I wrote this for Simon and not ghost but if you want I can write another one that has reader dealing with Ghost but be warned it will be angsty with lots of hurt from both parties! Sorry if the editing is bad I did try though lol and there will be more parts to this!

Tags: @homicidal-slvt (promised I’d tag you so here we are)

Price & Simon (You’re here!), Soap & Gaz, Alejandro, Rudy & König

(I will add the links as I post each part!)

John Price

-I feel like he may have wondered if you were a military kid since you didn’t seem to be phased by him having to leave so often

-There were other things that also made him wonder, like how you always made your bed in the mornings, how schedules were majorly important to you to the point that if you knew you were going to be late, you'd get majorly upset, and how you also seemed to understand military lingo up to a certain point. He never asked though since you didn’t talk about your childhood much so he just figured that if you wanted to tell him that you would -But he started to notice that lately, you started to seem off when you found out he would have to be deployed soon.

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John had been awake since the early hours of the morning. He couldn't seem to get much sleep in the few days before his next deployment. He had left the warmth of your shared bed before even the morning birds could be heard outside, hoping not to wake you with his restlessness, but little did he know that you hadn't slept at all.

By the time you stumbled out of bed with bags under your eyes and your mind feeling exhausted from the lack of sleep and your own brain tearing itself apart, it was well past 10 a.m., which wasn’t the most unusual for you, but on the day before John would be deploying it was a little odd since usually you were up trying to help him get his stuff together and would make a huge breakfast since you both weren’t sure how long it would be until he would get to enjoy a home-cooked meal again.

You had hoped to get to the kitchen and make yourself a cup of coffee before seeing John, but he was standing at the fridge, putting groceries away from multiple brown paper bags.

You made your way to the coffee pot that seemed to have a fresh pot being made and got a cup from the cabinet before he started to talk, “I noticed we were getting low on some things so I thought I’d save you a trip to—,” he pauses, causing you to turn to face him, “Sweetheart?”

You were pressing your hands into your eyes, trying to relieve the aching pressure that was remaining consistent behind them, when he made his way across the kitchen and gently cupped your cheeks, “Are you feeling alright, love?”

You didn’t mean to do it, but you flinched away from his hands, taking a few steps back so that there was some distance between you both. You could see the hurt in his eyes before they were overcome with confusion and you hated that he was looking at you as if you were a skittish kitten that would run at the smallest movement.

He reaches an arm out slowly, as if to not startle you.

“Love, what’s wrong?”

You shake your head, pulling your arms tight around you, and try to focus on keeping your breathing calm, like your parents taught you when you were little.

He takes a small step forward so that his fingers are almost grazing your arm but stops when sees you curling in on yourself, “Sweetheart, something is obviously wrong. You're crying, and your body is shaking.”

“Hey,” you finally look up into his eyes, “you don’t have to tell me what’s wrong, but at least let me help you.”

Your heart breaks from the pain you can see in his eyes. In all the time you've been together, you’ve never pulled away from him like this. Usually, you were the one open about your emotions and what you were feeling while having to coax John into telling you what was going on in his mind, “Please, darling.”

You let yourself fall into his open arms at that point, sobbing into his neck. He presses you against his chest, gently speaking into your ear, assuring you that everything is fine, that he is here for you, and that he will always be there.

You mumble into his neck, causing him to gently pull you back so that he can hear you: “What was that, sweetheart?”

You try to concentrate on the sensation of his calm heartbeat against your chest before finally saying, "My parents promised me the same thing."

He pulls away, puzzled, and you notice him looking at you in the corner of your eye, so you burrow your face into his chest and say, "They were both military. They died when I was 14," you finish, taking a deep breath. “They were deployed together when it happened… They said that it was an accident, that my mom got stuck on a timed land mine, and my dad wouldn’t leave her no matter what.”

"Oh, love." You feel his body tense before relaxing.

He gently grips the back of your neck and pulls you back so that you're looking into his eyes; the softness in them is almost enough to send you running as far as possible so that you never have to feel the type of pain that you did the day that you found out your parents died.

“Love, I'm not going anywhere,” you go to speak but he shushes you, “You are my world, the person I’m fighting for.”

He brings his hand under your chin so that he is gripping it gently and says, “You are the reason I’m still alive. The reason why I feel like life is still worth living and fighting for.”

He tips his head down so that his lips are grazing yours, “I’ll always come home, love.”

You push forward so that your lips are fully pressing against his, then he pulls back, “Why don’t we go take a bath, get you feeling better?”

~~~~

The next morning you wake frantically looking around, hoping that he didn’t leave without saying goodbye, when he walks in carrying a tray of food, “John? I thought you had to leave this morning.”

He smiles gently, his eyes lighting up, “Called Kate, they don’t actually need me for another week, and I figured my love needs me a little bit more than my job at the moment.” He sets the tray down on the bed, and you jump into his arms with a happy squeal, “I love you, John.”

"I love you too, sweetheart," he says as he gently kisses you.

~

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley

-So we all know Simon is amazing at reading people, but I don’t think he would know that you were a military kid. He could see all the signs that you may have had a difficult childhood, but he personally knows what it’s like to have a childhood you don’t want to talk about, so he never has and never will question you about your past. -Pasts are a hard topic for Simon in the first place, so I could honestly see him being a bit grateful that you didn’t share the bad parts of your childhood, meaning that he also didn’t have to share his. It was almost a silent agreement between you both to not talk about the negative parts of things unless one of you came to the other wanting to talk about it.

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Back to him being great at reading people: He could tell that over the past few days, your body language had been changing, becoming more standoffish. Not being as open to cuddling and kisses, not even wanting him to walk up behind you and wrap his arms around you, which you usually loved.

He figured that maybe you were just having a few rough days, which was normal for anyone; hell, he knew he had them quite often, and you were always there for him no matter how bad they got, so he wanted to do the same for you.

Today had been the worst day of all, though. You were almost refusing to talk to him completely unless it was one-word answers, which he was able to roll with pretty easily. You would move rooms almost every time he would come in, not even saying anything, just picking up your things and going.

This made him decide on leaving you alone for the most part, other than when he would bring you a fresh cup of tea or was just checking in on you. So he decided on cleaning up the house a little bit, he was going to be deploying again in a week and he wanted to help however he could, knowing that it was a rough transition from having him around to it being an empty house again.

He had just finished cleaning the dishes when he looked at the time and decided on ordering out for dinner, which would hopefully raise your mood a bit and it would also be an easy enough mess to clean up. He found you in the living room watching a movie on Netflix with a blanket wrapped tightly around you and stood in the doorway for a moment just admiring you when you paused it.

When you snap at him, "What do you want, Simon?" Your eyes aren't even on him but on your phone, which is on your lap.

He feels his eye twitch but he keeps himself calm and makes sure that it shows in his tone that your attitude is leaving him unaffected, “I was just goin’ to ask what you wanted for takeout, love.”

You huff and try to pull yourself up from the couch while also trying to unwrap the blanket from around you, almost falling, but Simon rushes forward and straightens you up, but you quickly pull away.

You look at him with fury in your eyes, “Can't you just leave me the hell alone?” Your voice is rising slightly, and your face is flushed with rage. “It’s what you constantly do anyway!”

You can see Simon's eyes widen, but you don't care; the words are just spilling out of your mouth before you can stop them, "You're never actually here when I need you, but when you are, you can't take the fucking hint of when I just want you to leave me alone!"

"Sometimes Simon," you pause, feeling the tears flood into your vision, making the floor blurry, "I wonder why I even stay when you are just going to end up hurting me exactly like he did," you whisper, staring hard at the ground, your chest puffing in and out quickly, trying to pull in air after your large outburst.

The words come out in a whisper, the room becoming so silent that you can almost hear the gears in his head turning, wondering who the hell you were talking about.

You hear him take a step forward on the wood flooring, his voice incredibly soft, “Dove.”

You look up through the tears and see his hands reaching out for you, and for the first time in all the time you two have been together, Simon Riley almost looks scared—not scared of you but as if his world was coming apart.

When his hand gently touches your arm, it pulls you out of your stupor, making you pull away, frantically shaking your head, “Don’t touch me.”

The words come out shaky and broken, but they make him freeze nonetheless, and you can see in his eyes that he’s trying to pull himself together, trying to figure out what he's supposed to do in a situation like this.

He takes a small step back, his gaze fixed on yours, and he holds his hands out in front of him, as if to demonstrate that he is not a threat. "Okay, I won't touch you." He comes to a halt, seeing the fear in your eyes, the look of a frightened animal ready to flee at any moment. "It's okay, love, everything's fine-"

He doesn't even finish his sentence before you're flying down the hallway, grabbing your bag from the hooks by the front door and bolting out the door, slamming it loudly behind you, leaving him standing halfway down the hallway, his mouth slack-jawed, unsure of what the hell just happened.

~~~

After nearly ten minutes of fast walking, you finally slowed down and stopped in the nearest store to clean your face of tear marks and, hopefully, make yourself look presentable. You sent a quick text to Simon, letting him know that you were safe and that you didn't know when you'd be back. You left your phone on long enough to see him read the message and the text bubble pop up before you shut the phone completely off and tucked it into the bottom of your bag.

You spent the next two hours wandering aimlessly, wondering if you'd just ruined your relationship with the only man you'll ever love, when you came across the small Italian restaurant where Simon had taken you on your first date. You remember the way you tried to pay for your half of the dinner, but he quickly slipped his card to the waitress before you could even argue, saying something about how if you decided not to go on a second date with him, you deserved to at least get a free meal from it, and you teased him by asking him if there was a reason you shouldn't want to go on another date with him.

The memories make your stomach queasy, making you want to kick yourself in the back for being so stupid, but you walk in and order your and Simon's favorite dishes and try to keep the food as warm as possible on your walk back to your shared home. One side of you hopes you’ll find him there, not an empty house, and the other side wants to avoid this conversation for as long as possible.

You walk up the steps, and most of the house seems to be dark except for the living room, where a single light is on. You unlock the door and try as quietly as possible to slip your shoes off while also trying not to drop the food.

You make your way towards the living room to find Simon sitting on the couch, his elbows on his knees, and his face buried in his hands. You look over to the coffee table and see bags with your favorite restaurant's logo tied off, trying to keep the heat in the bags, making your heart ache with the fact that he still thought of you after you treated him like complete trash.

He was the first man ever to treat you with so much love. Even while he was deployed, he was making efforts to show you that he cared, like scheduling a delivery of your favorite flowers to show up on your day off with a little note, paying for over a month's worth of your order at your favorite coffee shop, and bringing back little trinkets from the places he was deployed too.

You knew him being deployed wasn’t his fault; it was part of his job. You knew he wasn't your dad and that it wasn't Simon’s fault that the man who was supposed to love you treated you as if you weren't even his child but rather just another one of his soldiers.

It wasn’t his fault that your dad wouldn't be home for months on end; it wasn’t his fault that the last time you ever saw your dad, you told him you hated him for never being home; it wasn't his fault that the day your dad was supposed to come home from a four-month deployment, instead of hearing him come home, there were four hard knocks on the door; it wasn't his fault that two soldiers were standing at the door; it wasn’t his fault that they were holding a folded-up flag with your dad’s military dog tags on them.

It. Wasn’t. His. Fault.

Yet you treated him as if it were. You didn't know which was worse, the fact that he didn't already know about what happened to your dad or the fact that you wished he did so that he could have a reason to hate you for lashing out.

You step into the room, setting the food you got by the food he ordered. “Simon?”

He doesn’t move for a second, then he looks up at you, and you feel your heart shatter for the umpteenth time tonight. “Oh, Simon,” you whisper, moving so that you’re standing in front of him and drop down onto your knees, “I am so fucking sorry. I don't even have the words to tell you how sorry I am. I shouldn’t have lashed out at you… I should’ve just talked to you instead of letting it build up.”

You move your hands up to gently cradle his face in both your hands and connect your eyes with his molten ones, which usually provided you with comfort. Now, though, all you can see is the look he gave you after you yelled at him, “I— I never should have let my feelings bottle up about me being upset about you having to be gone. I know it's not your fault. I knew what I was getting myself into when we made things official all those years ago. I knew what your job would bring before then; I made the choice to be with you. I'll never regret that.’’

You move your eyes across his face, trying to gauge his emotions, but you get nothing.

“Si, baby?” you whisper.

His eyes move away from you. “Who were you talking about when you said I'm just going to hurt you like he did?’’

You look away, your eyes settling on a loose string on his pants. “I was talking about my dad.” You take a deep breath before continuing, knowing that you have to tell him, “H– He was military like you.”

His hand reaches out to gently lift your chin, bringing your gaze to his. “He died,” you continue, “He died and the last time I ever saw him, I told him I hated him because he was always gone. He…I let him go that day without saying goodbye or telling him I loved him, and the next time I saw him, his body was in a casket."

"Love," he says with a gentle frown.

"No, Simon," you say, shaking your head. Just because I’m scared—no, fucking terrified—of that happening again with you doesn't give me the right to treat you that way. I am so sorry.”

He leans back in the couch and pulls you up into his lap; once you're comfortable, he brings his hands up so that one is cupping your cheek and the other trails down your arm to hold your hand. "Dove, I know what it's like to lose family. I know what it can do to you. I understand that pain more than you know. Pain like that is unlike anything else.”

Tears well up in your eyes, and you blink them away quickly before they fall. "You've lost family, too?"

He nods gently, and you can see deep emotions that seemed to have been buried for a long time beginning to surface. “My mum, my younger brother Tommy, and his wife Beth.” He closes his eyes, and when he opens them, they are filled with unshed tears. “My nephew Joseph.”

You can feel the back of your throat starting to burn from keeping your tears in, but you push your forehead against his anyway. “Simon.”

He looks into your eyes before whispering, “I wish I could tell you it would stop hurting eventually, but I can’t. I’m not going to lie to you and say I’ll always make it back home to you; that's not something I can guarantee, but one thing I can promise is that I will always try my damn hardest to make it back. I will always fight with everything in my soul to make it back to you.”

Tears are softly running down your face at this point, falling to land on Simon’s hoodie. “I love you so much, sweets. I never want to lose you.”

You let out a choked cry before you kissed him gingerly, and you could taste the saltiness of your tears mixed in with all the flavors that reminded you of Simon. Of home.

“I love you so much too, Si.”

He leans in to kiss you again with a light press of his lips to yours before he pulls away and looks at the forgotten food on the coffee table and lets out a light chuckle, “I see we both had the same idea.”

You let out a shaky laugh and nod your head before snuggling your head into the warm crook of his neck. He runs a large hand up and down your back, slowly stopping at the bottom to rub gentle circles into a spot that usually bothers you. "Well, why don’t we eat, and maybe in the morning we can talk a little bit more.”

Yawning into his neck, you pull back and ask, “Can we finish the movie I was watching earlier? It was just getting to the good part before I stopped it.”

He nods, and you excitedly get out of his lap to get your blanket and the TV remote before he pulls the coffee table closer to the couch so that he can start opening the containers. Once you start the movie, you look over to Simon to find him already watching you with a soft look, and all you can think is how thankful you are to have found a man who loves you through all your faults and you through his.

You were grateful for ever getting the chance to be loved by Simon Riley, a man who truly believed that he couldn’t love and that he wasn’t worth loving. You knew that it would probably take your whole lives to heal from the things you've both been through, but as long as you were together, that was all that mattered.

Hi my lovelies, I hope you enjoyed this hc for Price and Simon! Feedback is appreciated but not necessary. As always I hope you have a great day/night. <3

Requests are open so feel free to send in some! I cannot promise when or if I will write them, but I do prefer requests that are slightly more specific as I find them easier to write but it's not required. Thanks for reading my darlings! ♡

[littleplantfreak]

Assigned Hybrids (according to me!)

Anon said I should assigned my moots as hybrids so I had the people interested like that post

In no particular order!

@oceaneyesinla Rox is…not a fox despite my tag for them. I’m thinking a mouse hybrid. You’re cute and I do think you would squeak.

@nyxypoo nyx is a bunny. Idk I don’t make the rules well i made the post but and I can see u doing the bunny stomping thing especially when Endo’s on the brain irritating you. Reaching for your tail secretly….

@birinboom a lamb if only so we can frolic together and you’re a bit of a troublemaker despite your cute looks. Otherwise you are a pampered kitty like Duchess from the aristocats.

@o-sachi Sachi my beloved you’re a lion hybrid I think. Or another big cat, but lion was the first to come to mind. Please let me pat your head regardless.

@ironlotus13 Emi! You give me deer vibes. Not fawn but like full on deer. Looks delicate, but certainly isn't when it comes down to it. I could imagine you still have the spots though cause they’re cute. Gives you little antlers cause theyre also v cute aesthetically

@voidcat You’re a cat hybrid. You constantly knock things closer and closer to the edge of the table. Maybe that’s why you like Gen. Cat vs cat but you keep dragging him by the neck scruff with your teeth. 10/10 would still try to pinch your cheeks despite the obvious dangers

@vinomino Mino you’re a bird hybrid I have decided. You remind me of my dad’s parrot he had when I was younger. Sometimes I have the urge to put a blanket over you when you’re up super late like they do with birds.

@hayatoseyepatch Sam you’re always kinda elegant but playful to me and I dont know if it’s Suo’s fault but I get fox hybrid vibes. Otherwise you’d be a swan, but fox was my first pick!

@maruflix you’re a puppy hybrid like me i think Maru! You’re affectionate in a puppy way and very lovable as well. Definitely one that has one of those tails that smack someone’s leg and they go “holy shit” because its like a whip

[mirangel]

Bird Venti/Barbados on his mating season (bc he canonically have bird wings, with his Archeon form.) please this has been inside my head for weeks now, and Zhongli/Morax as a substitute (please ignore/burn it, if this if it's too weird)

-😊🔪 (new anon)

mating season with zhongli and venti !

cw: no foreplay, overstimulation, multiple creampies, double dick

written by a minor, dni if uncomfortable

for venti, mating season makes him so much more livelier, not just during sex! he’s so active, preparing songs dedicated to you and singing them constantly, preparing what he calls a “nest” which is really just an elaborate pillow fort with a blanket full of clothes. he’s so affectionate too, always clinging onto you no matter the time of day. not to mention he’s so much more flashy, he shows off to you constantly, but he’s arguably so much worse in bed!

venti takes the initiative, his desperate desire and intuition to breed you full takes over his brain! he jumps onto you without hesitation the minute you get close to the nest he’s created. stripping the two of you with abandon, rutting into you without even any prep at all! he’s just so horny all he can think of is your tight hole! it hurts so bad but it feels so good at the same time, he peppers your face with kisses, and he cums so quickly he can’t stop himself!

venti can’t stop himself from cumming, so minutes later he cums again, and an hour later the both of you are so overstimulated, all you can think about is sex! he then reminds you that this is gonna happen for the next two weeks, but he assures you that you can handle it!

zhongli is so so possessive!! he never lets you out of his sight! he always has an arm around you, and even though he has a calm facade, he’s so so horny!! he wants to bend you over and fuck you right then and there!! he also takes the time to prepare a nest for the both of you, but it’s surrounded by things more debauched than the ameno god’s nest, like your recently used underwear stained with his cum! when it’s time for his heat, he prefers to coax you into your shared nest with words, his lust filled eyes boring into your soul, waiting to devour you.

he’ll give you the best oral of your life! zhongli makes you cum at least thrice with his ever so skilled tongue before he even fucks you! he’s so desperate he’s rutting into the bedsheets, but your pleasure comes first! once he believes you’re throughly prepared, he’ll bully one of his big fat cocks into you, the other rested on your stomach, as if it’s reminding you of how big he is! he mumbles about making you his mate, how perfect you are for him.

cum leaks from your hole by the time he’s done with you for the night, even though he’s plugged you up with his cock so nice! he says that maybe you’re ready for his other cock as well, it’s your duty as his mate after all!

the research i had to do for venti’s is insane but it was so worth it! i’m always such a big fan of anything related to the archons and mating season, more sex ideas!!!

[callsignspark]

MARRY ME

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"nudging into the crook of your partner's neck"

anon, so this took a hot second, but I purposefully held on to this one because I knew exactly what I wanted to write for this, and I knew it had to wait until part six came out!!

Mar[r]y Me | part 6.5

pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Mariella “M&M” Vertucci (fem!OC)

warnings: 18+ minors DNI, a few suggestive comments, fluffy with a side of pining and yearning, this is set before they're together obviously

word count: 3.3k

note: this takes place the morning after part six and is a direct continuation of that chapter so I recommend reading that first, but it’s not absolutely necessary!

part 6.5 - drip coffee, sweet and light

Warm.

It’s early, but it’s the first thing she notices as she wakes up. The sun is starting to shine through the blinds, birds are chirping outside, and she’s warm under the covers. It takes her brain a minute to remember there’s another person in bed with her.

Bradley.

Last night comes rushing in: the club, their fight, the apologies, their confessions, the view of him climbing into her bed. Her heart starts beating faster when she remembers what he said.

“I want you. If you’ll have me.”

It's the sweetest thing a man has ever said to her. The combination of his sincere apology and confessing his feelings had her floating on air. Watching him undress to join her in between the sheets was the cherry on top. And now, waking up, wrapped together, she doesn’t know how things could get better.

Her phone chirps from the nightstand, but she can’t be bothered to care about whoever is texting. It can’t be important this early in the morning, not when she’s in his arms, feeling so safe and comfortable tucked against him.

“You gonna check that?” His voice sends a shiver down her neck, the deep, gravely tone heating her up even more.

“No.” She pulls out a hand from where it’s trapped between their chests, running her finger along a scar on his collarbone. “This early, it can’t be too important, or someone would be calling.”

“You’re so smart.” He hums, slipping his hand under the back of her sweatshirt and brushing his fingers over her spine. “How early is early?”

“Not sure. Early. You can go back to sleep.” She whispers, starting to scoot away. His eyes crack open, his brown eyes meeting hers for the first time.

“Where are you going? Come back here.” He punctuates his request by tugging on her waist, his big hand burning through the material of her shirt.

She smiles at him, slipping his hand away. “I’m going to the bathroom; I’ll be right back. Go to sleep.” He lets her go then, and she can feel him watching as she slips out of bed.

Mary examines herself in the mirror as she washes her hands. She knows she doesn’t look any different, but she feels different. Lighter. It's only been a few hours since they went to sleep, but she feels more rested than she has in a month, the emotional burden and worries lifting after their conversation.

Back in her room, she’s greeted with the most lovely sight. Bradley stretched out in her bed, his skin golden against her white sheets that are bunched around his hips - black waistband peeking out. His hands are tucked behind his head, arm muscles bulging as he shifts to look at her. Her heart feels like it’s melting as she takes in his hair; the normally neat curls are fluffy and messy from being mushed against her pillows.

“Harvard called.” He grabs her phone off his chest and pushes it across the bed. “He said he wants to leave at four or so; I told him I’d relay the message.”

“He’s up early.” She plugs her phone back in and stretches her back, a soft grunt escaping when her shoulder pops. “Did he sound surprised that you answered and not me?”

“He sounded drunk,” Bradley says dryly, reaching an arm out. “I don’t think he’s gone to bed yet. But we can sleep for a few more hours, so c’mere.”

She climbs onto the bed, heading to him and getting comfortable against his side. “What time do you have to go do things?”

“Jake fucked up getting the reservation, so our tee time isn’t until 1:30; we’ve got time.” He's back under her shirt, enjoying the way her soft skin feels under his hand. Mary gets heavier against his side as she starts to fall back asleep. “You sleepy?”

Mary quietly whines, nudging her head into the crook of his neck. “Shhhhh, I’m tired.”

“Oh, okay, sorry.” He smiles against the top of her head, resisting the urge to tickle her side. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Mary.”

He can feel the smile stretch across her face, her hand brushing against his sternum as she whispers it back to him.

Bradley wakes up a few hours later to find they’ve shifted positions in their sleep. He's plastered to her back, left arm under her head, right hand under her sweatshirt resting on her stomach, dangerously close to the curve of her breast. His nose is getting tickled by the hair escaping her bun where he’s tucked his face tucked against the back of her neck. He’s so comfortable and content that it isn’t until she shifts back, pressing into him, that he even notices he’s hard.

It’s worse than that night on the couch.

She’s overwhelmed him again. Pressed against her curvy body and surrounded by her scent, asleep together in her comfortable bed, turning out to be too much for his system.

“Mary?” He whispers her name, desperately hoping she isn’t awake to witness his embarrassment. Nothing about this situation is screaming the “just friends for now” promise he had made last night.

She doesn’t respond.

Her eyes stay closed as he peels away, but the relief is short-lived when she starts wiggling back, trying to get closer to his warmth. He tries a few more times to escape, but she follows him on every attempt. It’s not until he’s dangling on the edge of the bed that he tries a different approach.

With his left hand finally free, he uses his right hand and his body weight to press her forward, rolling her onto her stomach so she can’t follow him. It works. He’s able to get off the bed without disturbing her and almost makes it all the way to the bathroom.

“Bradley?”

He freezes, popping his head back and keeping his front half firmly hidden behind the bathroom doorframe. “Yeah?”

She rolls onto her side, hair splayed across the pillows. “What time is it?”

“About 10:30, honey.” His tone a bit tighter than intended.

She kicks the covers off, exposing her legs. “You okay?”

“Fine.” His throat has never been drier. “Just gonna use the bathroom.”

“Okay,” Mary yawns, arching her back as she stretches. Her sweatshirt - which is his sweatshirt - rises up, showing more and more of her tummy, causing him to break into a sweat. “You hungry? I can still make pancakes if that sounds good?”

“Yeah, pancakes… sound… good.” He can feel his brain melting as he watches her crawl to what had been his side of the bed, her shorts becoming dangerously short as she bends over the edge to grab some pillows that had been lost during the night. Bradley returns the smile she sends him when she pops back up, moving into the bathroom now that their conversation is over.

“Oh, Bradley?” He huffs - so close - peeking around the door he almost had closed.

He finds her checking something on her phone. “Yeah?”

“Extra towels and toilet paper in the cabinet above the towel rack. There’s a new toothbrush in the middle drawer if you want it.” Then Mary looks up, a wicked glint in her eyes. “And there’s lube in my nightstand. Let me know if you want some help with that.”

He feels his face burst into flames as she lets her eyes drop to where his erection is raging behind the bathroom door before flouncing out of the room, a giggle echoing down the hall.

She’s going to be the death of me.

The kitchen springs to life as Mary ties her apron and flicks the radio on, an antique from her grandmother that she’s brought with her everywhere since college. Big band music swelling as she opens windows and the sliding door, fresh air and neighborhood sounds rushing in. She moves methodically around the kitchen, efficiently gathering ingredients and supplies, never having to backtrack for a forgotten item.

Pancakes aren't complicated; they turn out good even if the ingredients aren’t precise, but Mary takes her time measuring. Combining the wet ingredients first before adding the dry, mixing until all the lumps are gone. She hesitates for a minute before folding in some red sprinkles. Deciding that Bradley would appreciate the addition, and even if he didn’t, he would still be sweet about it.

She hears him come in as she’s checking the temperature of the frying pan; it’s almost there, the water test telling her it needs a little more time, and she adjusts the burner. Mary turns around, ready to ask him if he found everything okay in hopes of him turning red again, but she’s the one caught off guard.

Standing at the edge of her island is Bradley Bradshaw, wearing his sexy, black boxer briefs and her flight school sweatshirt.

The sweatshirt that is long on her despite being the victim of a failed crop top attempt, but it’s perfect on him. The lower half of his abs showing below the furled hem. Her call sign branding him.

Mine.

The possessiveness surprises her. She’d never been possessive in past relationships, and Bradley isn’t hers to claim, yet she can stop the thought.

Mine. Mine. Mine.

“How are the pancakes coming?”

Her eyes shoot up from his stomach, knowing she’d been caught but still smiling. “Good. Everything okay in the bathroom? Have any problems?”

“Oh yeah, everything was right where you told me it was. Had a great time.”

The two of them are flushed, her smirk matching his as they tease each other.

“I’m sure you did.” She continues before they take this beyond the agreement they made last night. “Could you make coffee? The grounds are in the fridge.”

“You got it.”

They quietly work side-by-side, only breaking the comfortable quiet to make sure he made Mary’s coffee correctly. Pride grows in his chest when she lets him know he got it perfect.

Two and a half spoons of sugar, just enough to make it sweet without causing a headache, and enough cream to make it a nice nomadic desert beige. A paint color she had jokingly referenced one time, but he had filed away the information for a time like this.

Bradley sits at the table, taking in the music softly playing while the skillet crackles. He watches Mary slice up some strawberries while the last round of pancakes cooks. She does a lap around the kitchen, stopping by the table to drop off butter, syrup, and the bowl of strawberries before taking a sip of coffee and turning the stove off. The final few pancakes are flipped onto the plate, and she heads towards the dining room, smiling when Bradley pulls out the chair next to him.

“How many do you want?” She asks, crossing a leg underneath her before sitting on the cushioned seat.

“I’ll take three to start, please.” He warps an arm around the back of her chair, playing with the ends of her hair.

His heart feels like it might burst as he watches her carefully butter his pancakes as she stacks them, adding a little syrup between each layer and then a lot on top. Mary adds a handful of strawberries to his plate, some falling into the syrup pool.

Bradley’s throat is thick by the time she slides the plate in front of him. No one had made him pancakes in a long time. They’re his favorite, and he can’t remember the last time he had them.

But Mary made them.

Just for him.

Because he said they were his favorite.

And she put red sprinkles in them. And she added butter and way too much syrup without having to ask. And she added strawberries cut up like hearts on the side.

He abruptly stands up, startling Mary as the chair scrapes back before heading towards the bedroom.

“Bradley?”

He hears her call after him, but he doesn’t respond, focused on his mission.

“Bradley?”

It’s more concerned this time, but he’s already making his way back, phone in hand.

“Is everything okay?”

Her eyes are big and worried, and he wants to kiss her. Wants to press his lips to hers so badly. He knows she would taste like strawberries; had seen her sneak a few berries as she was cutting them. But he doesn’t, just sits back down, closer this time, their thighs brushing his chair is so close now.

“Had to grab my phone.” He says like that explains everything. And when he opens the camera to take a photo - multiple photos - of his plate, she supposes it does.

“One more.” He mutters before aiming the camera at her and grinning at her confused face. “Smile, honey.”

“Oh, Bradley, no!” She reaches for his phone, but he gently grabs her wrist.

“Please? I need a photo to print out for my bunk on the carrier.”

“Oh my god!” Mary buries her face in her hands. “You can’t just say things like that, Bradley!”

“How about this instead?” He shuffles closer, pulling her hands away to take a photo of them. Bradley doesn’t let go of her; just uses one hand to open his camera roll and look at the selfie.

He smiles at the result.

They look happy; temples pressed together as sleepy smiles crinkle their eyes. Bradley’s call sign is visible on her arm, making his heart sing. It’s not shown in the photo, but he’ll never forget how warm her other hand feels resting on his knee.

“Now that’s a good photo! Definitely taping you up in my rack. I’ll have to take a photo and show you my bunk set up before we leave port.”

Mary can hardly breathe. Never once had a man wanted to take a photo together so badly and then been so excited to hang it up.

“Yeah, we look…”

Happy.

Like a couple.

Like we’re in love.

“…good. Can you send it to me?”

They enjoy breakfast, talking about the upcoming week, and making tentative plans to talk while she’s in Lemoore. The last of the dishes are being dried when Bradley’s phone rings.

Mary peeks at the screen, smiling at the bad photo Bradley’s set as the contact photo. “It’s Jake.”

“He’s going to complain because I’m not ready to go a full two hours early!” He groans, grabbing the phone. “What, Hangman?”

“You don’t have to drop by my place; I’m going to drive myself to the course today because I’m running a little late. But I think Bob still wants a ride.”

Bradley is only half listening to Jake’s rambling, distracted by the sight of Mary tidying her living room in her tiny pj shorts and his sweatshirt when a noise on the other end catches his attention.

A woman’s voice and the sounds of a garage door.

“Where are you?”

“Did you even hear me?”

“Yeah, you don’t need a ride. Where are you? Who is that?”

“I’ll meet you guys in the parking lot at 12:30.” A feminine giggle comes through the receiver has Bradley’s eyes bulging out of his head. “Don’t forget that Reuben is joining today.”

“Wait, Jake, who-” His phone beeps in his ear, signaling Jake hung up.

“Everything okay?”

“I know why Jake didn’t come last night. Sounds like he found a lady friend to spend Valentine’s Day Eve with.”

“Good for him; he’s a good guy; he deserves a nice girl.” Mary walks up, stepping between his legs as he sits at the kitchen island. “Did she sound pretty?”

“I don’t know. It was hard to tell from her giggle.” Bradley nudges his leg against hers, fighting the urge to pull her onto his lap and devour her.

She nudges his knee back, smiling at him from underneath her lashes. “Should probably get dressed. You have to get ready for golf, and I need to finish packing.”

He playfully groans, happily following Mary to her bedroom and watching as she picks out clothes for the day. Fully distracted when she opens a drawer that gives him a peek at a rainbow of colorful lacey items.

“I can was- are you okay?” Mary cuts herself off, eyebrows furrowing as she looks at Bradley standing there in his underwear, frozen with only one foot in his jeans.

“Yeah!” Bradley sends her a big smile, something in his eyes that she doesn’t recognize, while he tugs his pants on the rest of the way. “Never better!”

“Okay.” She watches him for an extra second, appreciating the sight of him zipping his jeans. “Like I was saying, I can wash your sweatshirt while I do a load of laundry and then drop it by your place before I leave today.”

“Oh, don’t worry about washing it. I can just take it home with me.”

“Are you sure? I’ve been wearing it to bed all week, and it hasn’t been washed.”

“That’s okay! I don’t mind.”

“If you’re sure…” Mary watches him slip his black button-up on, strong chest and stomach framed by the way the unbuttoned shirt drapes over his broad shoulders.

“Totally sure! Don’t worry about washing it! I’m gonna go put my boots on; I’ll meet you in the living room.”

Mary quickly gets dressed in her travel outfit of leggings and an oversized t-shirt she borrowed from Reuben’s closet junior year and never returned. Her heart flutters when she walks back into her bedroom, seeing her flight school sweatshirt carefully folded on her pillow.

She stops and brushes her fingers over the soft material. She can’t help herself as she presses the material to her nose, inhaling the scent of her laundry detergent, his spicy cologne, which is so warm and quintessentially Bradley.

Note to self: pack flight school sweatshirt for Lemoore.

She finds Bradley in her entryway, leaning against her front door and looking like a male model. His all-black outfit molded perfectly to his muscular body. The black boots and dark sunglasses hooked into his shirt only adds to the model off-duty vibe.

And when he looks up, smiling at her and immediately tucking his phone away? She’s pretty sure she deserves a commendation - maybe even the medal of honor - for not melting into a puddle on the door.

Mary shakily hands him his sweatshirt, which he throws over his shoulder before pulling her into a hug.

“Make sure Brigham drives safe; let me know when you guys get there, and I’ll talk to you later this week, okay?”

She nods against his chest, enjoying the warmth for as long as possible. “I will. Have fun at golf; let me know how badly Reuben does.”

“You know he’s going to be bad.”

“Yup!” She pops the last letter, resting her chin on his chest and smiling up at him. “If you could get a video of him getting mad at the golf ball as if it’s the ball’s fault and not his, Dani and I would greatly appreciate it.”

“I’ll see what I can do.”

“Thank you.” She pulls back, reaching around him to open the door. “Okay, I’m not kicking you out, but if you don’t leave, you’re going to be late, and Jake will have a conniption fit.”

“You’re right. As funny as it is to watch that vein in his forehead throb, I don’t want to deal with it today.” He bends down to press a lingering kiss to her temple, right on the tiny scar she got when she fell off her bike at eight. “I’ll talk to you later, honey.”

And then he’s gone, jogging down her front steps to the Bronco and waving before he backs out of the driveway.

Mary watches him go, not closing the door until he turns the corner. She only allows herself a few seconds to blush and bask in how the last twelve hours have gone.

How much better everything is now.

Then she’s pushing herself off the door and heading towards the bathroom to throw a load of laundry in so she can finish packing. And if she put her flight school sweatshirt in her bag? Knowing that she’s going to sleep in it every night, she’s in Lemoore just because it smells like Bradley? Well, that’s something just for her to know.

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[imminent-danger-came]

Hi there! Anon sent reeling by S1E6 again! And I would just like to say that your response to my ask made me So Normal. Especially you bringing up S2E6, which is why I’m currently setting up a lawn chair here on the brink of insanity, because apparently I’m not going anywhere anytime soon. 

Because yes, you’re completely right about S2E6 demonstrating this cycle of pushing others away while pushing themselves towards greatness and accidentally leaving pain in their wake that MK and SWK have managed to stick themselves in, but ALSO now I can’t stop thinking about how we get Shadow Play IMMEDIATELY afterwards. 

Like… how much do you think Macaque had seen? Obviously he could see MK getting too caught up in his own head (*cough* and trauma *cough*) and shutting out his friends, but… how much had he seen seen, you know?

And now I also can’t stop thinking about how immediately after Shadow Play, we get To Catch a Leaf. Which is obviously an incredible episode in its own right, but it’s also the first episode since Minor Scale where MK is surrounded by his friends and he lets them help him. Because in S2E6, Mei and Sandy are with him, but he’s not really with them. He’s focused on getting stronger, to the point where he ignores them telling him exactly how to do so. And in the beginning of Shadow Play, we learn that he’s been further isolating himself off screen and blowing off activities with them so that he could focus on ‘[being] ready’. 

But then To Catch a Leaf happens. And it starts off with MK surrounded by the others, having recently done something fun (curses aside) with Mei, and it’s not a big deal. He’s not stressing about getting stronger or being ready, he’s just… there with them. Present and in the moment, at least as much as he can be, and it’s fine. He’s fine, and more importantly he seems to be letting them in and being a bit more open with them. 

And this carries on into 72 Transformations! Because obviously he still hasn’t told them The Thing, but he does go from ignoring/avoiding them while trying to get more powerful to calling them all up so that he can involve them. Figure at least some things out, together. And it drives me insane because he was getting better! He may very well have worked his way up to telling the others about LBD! But then she came a-knocking with more trauma, and it blasts him two steps back and it’s just… AHHH! He was SO CLOSE!!!

Also, side note: Do you think MK believes he has a body count? And I don’t even mean the nebulous potential casualties from all the recent disasters that MK blames himself for, I’m talking about Spider Queen specifically. Because MK isn’t an idiot. If he didn’t know she was dead (or whatever getting sucked into the furnace counts as) immediately after the sewers, he would have put two and two together after Destiny Fulfilled. And considering this is the guy who blames himself for DBK getting out despite knowing that SWK was right next to him in bird form the entire time, I don’t think it’s a stretch to say that he probably thinks it’s his fault. So… do you think it’s possible he sees himself as a murderer? Or, like, murderer adjacent? And if he does, how much more layered and messed up do you think that’d make the potential ‘Wukong reveals he killed Macaque’ moment?

Sorry for the long ask, the monkey show has changed me for better and worse. I will never be the same. *reclines on my lawn chair, gazing out over the precipice of madness with a thousand yard stare*

One: never apologize for a long ask, especially when it has so much good stuff in it! Two: I KNOW RIGHT. The monkey show really does change you for the better or for the worst. I'm still reeling from s4 and it's been 4 months, and then the s4 special came in and permanently altered my brain chemistry once again. I have a house next to this abyss.

ANYWAYS.

The back and forth of MK's character is one of my favorite things about lmk (of which I have many)! He takes 2 steps forward and then 4 steps back, and I think that's a testament to what getting better can look like—it's not linear. Sometimes, it's not even moving forward, and that's hard.

I think a great example of this "2 steps forward and then 4 steps back" phenomenon is MK's growth in Revenge of the Spider Queen:

MK starts believing in himself, smiling at that face in the mirror. It's not a strong belief, not yet, but it's a start. You can even see him making this attempt to improve in 2x01:

(this got a little long so everything else under the cut!)

MK: "Ah! Ugh, come on MK you can do this! Self-confidence! That's Monkey King 101!"

"Wait! I am worthy! Definitely worthy!" I'm Monkie Kid! Basically the new Monkey King—might have heard of me? You know, the next chapter? I'm totally worthy!"

(2x01 Sleep Bug)

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MK's even trying to mimic Monkey King here, the person he thinks he should be:

But then, as you've mentioned, LBD and 2x05 comes along.

And it's funny, because now we know MK did become more like Monkey King, just like he wanted, but it's in all the wrong ways.

((Kind of a side note: We also know that Monkey King couldn't have "picked the wrong successor", because there honestly wasn't another option for a successor to begin with. MK grappling with like, 3 levels of Wukong lies is what makes s2 so delicious to watch))

And then we have 2x06, and THEN 2x07, and I'm sure that's exactly why Macaque stepped in! He saw MK going down the same path Wukong did. The drive to become stronger, pushing his friends away—Macaque in Shadow Play knows exactly what he's talking about:

Macaque: "Well, with ol' Monkey King not around I thought someone should teach you a lesson! Ah MK, you really are dense, aren’t you. Haha, you saw a story about a hero who got handed everything, who didn’t have to work for anything, and you thought you were the other guy? The second the hero got real power, he couldn’t care less about his friends. That’s you bud." (2x07 Shadow Play)

("Everything I did was for us!" "You did it for yourself!" *head in my hands .png*)

Wukong leaves. That's what he does, and that's what he did to MK in both Revenge of the Spider Queen (leaving MK to fight Spider Queen and her mech alone) and 2x01.

And honestly, MK in s2 is simply doing his best to pick up the pieces, to be Monkie Kid alone, without SWK or even his friends. But it doesn't really work—hiding LBD's return from his friends didn't save them in 2x10, and it didn't stop the Lady Bone Demon, just like Wukong hiding LBD's return from MK didn't protect MK from any of it.

This pattern, of walking in Wukong's footsteps and making the same mistakes, keeps repeating itself.

MK's 2x08 parallel to Wukong in 3x10 is another good example of that.

MK's terrifying of hurting the people he cares about, so he leaves. He runs off, and this only hurts his friends further. ("Can't you see you're hurting the people who care about you the most?" and "I can’t risk hurting the people I care about—the one’s I have left.".)

And so, tying this all back to the s4 special, we're starting to see MK take 2 steps forward again:

MK: "You ever wish things will just stay like this, like they are right now?" Sun Wukong: "Pssshhkk, where's the fun in that?" Tang: "Uh um, Monkey King, we need to have a serious conversation about your idea of fun."

Mei: "At least we fixed something for a change, instead of destroying it!" MK: "Yeah! So long as we leave the world in better shape than we found it, then it's all good right?"

(4x14 Better Than We Found It)

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And I'm waiting for the eventual 4 steps back.

Because well..."At least we fixed something for a change, instead of destroying it"...it's not that they didn't fix anything, but plenty was broken:

Flower fruit mountain was destroyed. Azure died. Whoever orchestrated all of this is still out there.

So, MK's current answer to "doing what you think is right" leading "to pain" might just not hold up. Because well, MK can try, that's for sure, but all that effort might still not make it a net positive, you know?

I think MK will blame himself for Azure's death, for SURE tough. He might have residual guilt about Spider Queen and everyone else harmed along the way, but Azure is the one I'm certain on. MK feeling like he's a "murder adjacent" and that compounding with the "Wukong Murdered Macaque" reveal and being "just like Wukong"...OH BABY. IT'S ALL COMING TOGETHER.

Like,

MK: "I just- I just want to be me. To be MK!" Curse MK: "Yeah well...we all know exactly where that leads." LBD Voice Over: "To pain."

(4x07 Pitiful Creatures)

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Identity and destiny are very much intertwined in this show, and MK doing what he thinks is right and being himself leads to pain. That's exactly what happened to Azure—he took the Jade Emperor's throne to try and make the world a better place, but all he managed to do was barely fix what he himself had broken.

MK: "Yeah well...I'm kinda always the one getting the world in trouble to begin with so..."

(4x01 Familiar Tales)

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All it's going to take is one antagonist speech towards MK that hits a little too close to home, and everything else is going to come crashing down.

I am very much getting geared up for my s5 lego tragedy, thank you very much!

[bluiex]

my brain is just filled with thoughts of pregnant Jimmy during the crossover. he’s barely showing before the hermits arrive/the rift festival (joel is the father so he knows, scott also knows because of his magic eye (you can’t tell me that jimmy and joel’s child wouldn’t have hella magic)) and no one suspects anything

when the hermits arrive, he’s about 2-3 months in and is showing a little. grian shows up in tumble town, does the whole ‘you’re not even safe in your own server’ speech, and then pauses. he stares at jimmy for a bit, before rushing forward and pulling him into a hug. jimmy is very confused before grian whispers to him “why the hell didn’t you tell me!? we’re talking about this properly later” and jimmy realises that he knows. (scars standing there very confused, and joel is slowly piecing together that grian knows)

grian is unnaturally clingy with jimmy, confusing the hell out of everyone. jimmy decides that that’s the perfect time to tell everyone that he’s pregnant and everyone freaks (in a good way). i’m just imagining the entire server just doting on jimmy and giving him gifts (which avian brain appreciates)

when they all go through to hermitcraft, jimmy’s about 7-8 months and is very tired. he just wants this whole pregnancy thing to be over. grian instantly takes jimmy to the entity, to grian’s nest (let’s pretend all the shulkers aren’t there lmao) and just puts him in it, not allowing anyone in (because jimmy’s his flock and bird brain must protect flock and egg). this works until a very angry blazeborn is threatening to burn down the server if he doesn’t get to see his mate (i am a big fan of joel being a blazeborn, it also means that jimmy has a type lmao). joel is allowed into the nest and jimmy instantly drags him in and demands cuddles, putting his wings over joel so he has no way to escape. joel just gives jimmy all his warmth (even though the egg isn’t out yet, he’s still gotta keep it warm).

- a new anon, is 🥀 taken? if so then 🪺, 🐚, or 🏵 is good! (also sorry for the long ask!)

The wilted rose and star flower thingy is taken, so the other two will work perfectly!

AAAHHH I LOVE IT I LOVE IT

Okay Joel being blazeborne I think fits him so well.. Cuz he's just prone to those out bursts that come with being blazeborne lmao

AND JIMMY. BEING SO DOTED ON AAAH

Grian definitely becoming so protective of him and only letting Jimmy and Joel inside the neat <333

[m1ckeyb3rry]

First of all NEW PFP ALERT!!!!

SHSHSH I saw that one user’s (I-am-so-strange) ask and your response and omg my five seconds of fame /j but I’m happy to be of service o7 honestly a win-win I get to contribute a bit to the community and it gives me a chance to brush up on reading too LMAO glad that people can enjoy the translations!! I found it kinda weird that like no one’s posted any translations for this volume?? Even like the usual people so I’m filling their shoes for now LOL

In the process of writing up Barou’s now!! Also do you prefer I send it in bit by bit or do you wanna wait for me to finish all the chapters before sending them?

HAHAHA Mira touches grass guys gotta respect that (fr take your time responding though LOL) it’s ok I’m covering your touching grass moments with chronically online speed but LMFAOO BAROU EVIL IN A CUNTY WAY so true

I’ve never thought of using LinkedIn that’s so smart….

Karasu’s are never escaping the bird fate it’s quite literally just in their family lineage…I definitely had a flower symbolism phase at some point it’s so interesting!!

LMAOOO no stupid baby childhood Karasu>>>> me personally I love seeing all aspects of a character you could literally write him babbling as an infant and I’d be like omg new lore drop

Ooooh you’re right….Idk about any of the like pay logistics but that makes sense!! I can’t imagine them having Reo narrate everything especially since a good portion of the confrontation is between Shidou and Kunigami so!!

LMFAOOOOO I think either way we can agree elderly Otoya is getting some Weirdass hair LMAO that would actually be so funny like imagine the strip is green tinted like a grass stain or a light gray ish and the rest of his hair is still like white that would actually be hilarious

Ok well good to know nothing special was going on LMAO either way it doesn’t really affect me at all I just thought it was weird oops

SHSHSH YOURE TOO KIND but you as well!!! <3 Big brain Mira on the grind providing Karasu (and Otoya and bllk generally) nation with literary masterpieces>>>

-Karasu anon

YESS you are an icon 🤩 but yeah i’ve noticed there hasn’t been much in the way of translations/people posting anything abt the lns besides the images…maybe because they’re all most unpopular characters?? besides barou ig but even then he’s not a ton of people’s fav

whatever is easier for you works for me!! idm either way 😄

HAHHA i’ve been touching grass too much i haven’t been writing either…i will get back on the karasu grind soon though trust

yesss i just like layering in different levels of symbolism so the more you look into it the more hints are dropped abt what’s going to happen!! and omg linkedin is so useful lowkey i love using it to stalk people

BABY KARASU IS SO CUTE he’s not quite a babbling infant but he’s a dumbass toddler so close enough LMAOAOA it truly is a lore drop though heheh we love all forms of karasu here

idk if that’s actually what it is but being abt pay would make sense to me!! and i think the only way a reo narration would make sense would be if it’s like him talking over a montage?? idk why they’d do that though but maybe that’ll be their workaround if they don’t have kunigami’s actor there at all. they definitely are going to mention it because we saw him at the end of s1 so ig we’ll see!!

ELDERY OTOYA IS GOING TO BE GOOFY NO MATTER WHAT his undercut hair is green too so he’s going to look like crest scope toothpaste or smth once he’s old

HAHA i do my best 🙏🏻 haven’t been on the grind the last couple of days like i said but never fear i have not abandoned karasu/otoya/bllk nation i will be back 🤩👆🏻

[me-a-mess-morelikelythanyouthink]

Not your seed angst sounds wonderful! I was gonna draw Roman singing about Workin' Boys while Remus and Janus are tied up in the corner. (Which, I just realized, if Logan is Paul and Janus is Emma, this is technically a Loceit au? I don't really dabble in any Janus ships other than dukeceit or the occasional moceit, but hey! They work together!) Also I wanna draw the scene where Ted is like "now Imma go hit on that crabby barista" but I don't know who Charlotte should be (1/2) - 🐦

(2/2) Also, again, should Remy be Deb or Sam? I’m thinking Deb, but Remy also wears sunglasses and I ship remile, so if I end up making Emile Charlotte it would work, but then again Remy isn’t a huge asshole and I like the Remy/Deb dynamic. And how would we deal with double casting? Are Zoey and Nora just the sides with hats on? Or do the characters that aren’t sides just stay themselves??? Maybe that

i would like to preface this with you are VERY big brain. Second of all- Roman singing Workin’ Boys is- yes. I love that. I love that so much. ESPECIALLY with Remus and Janus tied up in the corner bc honestly? That’s probably canon.

Also you’re right abt Loceit. It’s not one of my “main” ships (I love dukeceit too!) but honestly one of @/coconut-cluster’s au and also my friend Jonny’s fic is- SO GOOD that like I wouldn’t mind writing it...

Remy has been stumping me too because I LOVE Remile, but Sam is v much an asshole. But Remy/Deb is such a cool dynamic and like !!!

And double casting- hmmmmm it depends on which characters we’re talking about, but maybe some other characters from the TSShorts or Cartoon therapy could work? Depending on character ofc.

But the idea of sides in different hats is so good as well.

[uswnt-has-my-heart]

We're gonna be reliant on other people for wedding photos. We may get one (1) wedding check in from sue and a single mirror selfie of the two of them from megan. There'll be no mystery as to what shoes they're wearing anyway! Megan's pic will probably be of them in their pjs after all the festivities, they have form in it - I still haven't forgiven them for not giving us a full length photo of the two of them at ali and ash's wedding.

wait—A WEDDING CHECK IN WOULD KILL ME OMG🥺🥺🥺

[februaryflowers]

game over

order up: a coconut bubble tea for jeonghan and anon!

a fluff established relationship au

check out the carat writers club summer fair event!

warnings: kissing

fluff, 754 words, soulmate + boyfriend!jeonghan x reader

a/n: everything in italics is unspoken/internal dialogue between reader + jeonghan bc they’re soulmates with soulmate telepathy :]

Jeonghan kicks your leg gently from the side, trying to catch your attention. This was supposed to be a date just for the two of you after you finished your finals, but your best friend, his roommate Seungcheol, somehow managed to sneak in. 

You just couldn’t say no when Seungcheol looked at you with his puppy dog eyes and said that he had nothing to do on this perfectly fine Friday night. Besides, he likes to nag, and after bribing Jeonghan with a really nice dinner yesterday, he somehow convinced your boyfriend to play a video game with him on the couch, which brings you to the current moment.

It’s certainly fun to watch them bicker and for Seungcheol to repeatedly school Jeonghan. But, at least for your boyfriend, there are many more things he’d rather be doing. It’s too bad he got guilt tripped by the hot pot bill.

The third nudge finally tears your eyes from the screen. When his gaze locks with yours, he raises an eyebrow.

“Can you help me?” his thoughts ask.

Hearing his inner voice in your head causes you to lean back with wide eyes. It’s been so long since you’ve heard his consciousness. You found out a few years ago you were soulmates so it just wasn’t necessary anymore, and you preferred verbal communication for the important stuff anyway. 

Your brain lets out a laugh into Jeonghan’s. “How do you suggest I do that? Besides maybe I like watching you lose,” you tease back. 

“What a great partner you are.” Even though you’re talking through your soulmate telepathy, Jeonghan lets out a sarcastic eye roll.

“I’m not hearing any ideas, big shot.”

“Well, you could—”

Seungcheol interrupts Jeonghan’s thoughts when he jumps up, pumping his fist. “Ha!” he exclaims before he continues to excitedly ramble about how Jeonghan finally sucks at something. 

Meanwhile, your boyfriend sends you a pointed look. “Please, just do something,” he begs. “If I could get on the ground I would grovel on my knees, just do something.”

“Fine,” you relent, giving him a taste of his own medicine with a playful eye roll before you stand and move to sit next to Seungcheol. “Hey, Cheol?” you ask.

“Hm? What’s up?” he hums as he selects the next round on the TV and his thumbs begin to furiously tap the buttons on the controller when the game starts. 

“You took sociology last year right? I just remembered my essay is due tonight; could you take a look?”

“In a minute. When’s it due?” he asks, eyes still glued to the screen and his fingers not ceasing their mile a minute movements despite your conversation, all while he still is destroying your boyfriend somehow.

Pretending to check your phone for the time, you gasp. “In half an hour!” 

Seungcheol lets out an exasperated sigh, putting down the controller. “You’re still doing everything last minute?”

“Hey! Why so mean? Besides, you’re one to talk.”

Giving you a fond yet tired smile, he gets off the couch and wags his fingers in your direction. “Do you want me to look or not?”

“Yeah, hold on. Can I borrow your laptop?”

He heads for his room to get his device while you move closer to Jeonghan, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Happy?”

“Very,” he snickers, draping an arm behind you.

He leans forward to meet your lips, but when you can feel the breath of his exhale against your skin, he suddenly freezes and glances up. 

“If you love birds wanted some alone time, you could’ve just said so,” Seungcheol huffs, having come out with his laptop, before he turns back around. When he reaches the mouth of the hallway, he turns to you both on the couch and squints. “Well played, y/n…well played.”

You chuckle and blow him a silly kiss, hoping to cool his fussy temper, which seems to work as Seungcheol pretends to take it from the air, tucking it in his pocket before he goes to his room. Now with you all to himself, Jeonghan pouts, tugging your arm. 

“What? You want one too?” you ask, quirking your eyebrow. “After what I just did for you?”

He chuckles, shifting closer to you and changing the screen to display a show you’d been wanting to check out. “It’s for your own good, too.” Bringing a hand to your jaw and turning your face towards his, he presses his lips against yours, breathing out, “Because I can’t do this if he’s here.”

[yanban-san]

GENUINELY LOVE THE MENTAL IMAGE OF DARLING GOING INTO THE TUNNELS, PRACTICALLY RIPPING OFF THEIR UNIFORM (like that one meme of the dude ripping off his pants, you know the one) AND BEING LIKE "SOMEBODY BUTPREFERABLYABIGSCARYMONSTER(S?) COME FUCK THISSSSS-" CICADA STYLE HRHJREKMSGD-- hopefully emmets tucked all the joltiks to bed or some shit before they bust in koolaid man style to lovingly fuck darlings brains out but Yknow. something something closing the door so the hypothetical cat can't get in and interrupt adjacent or however it goes, because the universe cock blocking them despite/possibly IN SPITE of all their in general powers is really funny, if only for The Bit™ - feather anon

Alternate to Ingo just holding back his brother the last time-

You just kept going on and on and on about how much you (didn't) want to be fucked silly by some hot monsters in the Subway-

“Man, it sure would suck if some beautiful, handsome, monstrous creature emerged from the darkness and just decided to ravish poor little me- I’m all alone down here, no one’s looking for me, and I’m so weak I’d never be able to defend myself! Man, that would really suck, wouldn’t it?”

Yea, you thought- It would suck almost as much as I wanna suck some monster di-

And all of a sudden you had the wind knocked out of you- as you were suddenly engulfed in a flurry of brilliant. White. Feathers.

It was so soft- Too soft, Impossibly soft, you found yourself thinking- And two arms pinned you down and you felt more... things caressing the edges of your skin, working their way under your shirt and belt- what felt like hands and- claws and silky, silky fur and feathers-

“Are you sure that would be so bad?” It asked you, the voice sounded whiny- Like you’d hurt it’s feelings somehow-

You coughed, your eyes gradually coming back into focus- Holy Fuck. A Monster! A real, actual monster! And a really pretty one at that- It looked so strangely angelic, so oddly divine- And it wore a pretty white mask over it’s face, with several eye-slots it looked like- When it spoke, the mouth moved- wearing the most eager smile you ever saw. That’s weird, you thought- It almost reminded you of Station Master Emmet-

And suddenly, out of seemingly nowhere- A fuckton of Joltiks descended.

It was dad! Their Divine Protector, God-Guardian of the Spiders! Guy with the batteries! Fluffy! The big fluffy bird man they loved! He was here! They needed to pay their respects and show him how much they appreciate him!

And Emmet can’t stop the poor little things! They just keep coming and they don’t stop coming, and he doesn’t want to hurt them! They’re his beloved pokemon! They trust and adore him! But got damn he wants to fuck you-

You think perhaps the Joltiks are trying to defend you? But no- they swarm you as well! Joltiks are everywhere. You smell like the bird guy! The bird guy seems to like you! The Joltiks must show you that they love you as well!

You can’t help but giggle at the sensation of like. a thousand Joltiks crawling all over your skin. But you try to get up- And the shambling monstrous creature in front of you apologizes awkwardly, and- more Joltiks. And Galvantulas now too! Are swarming the tunnel. Wonderful.

Ingo is watching in mild bemusement; he knows he’ll be swarmed by the spiders as well if he steps out, but he sees you practically swimming in the little spiders, desperately avoiding stepping on any of them and cautiously trying to move- to some surface- not being occupied- by the little guys.

This isn’t good- you could be electrocuted! So Ingo snaps his fingers and-

You’re back in the Gear Station lobby.

God fucking dammit, you swear to yourself-

No. You met the monster and it was totally down to fuck. You’re gonna fuck that monster, and nothing but Divine Intervention is going to stop you.

Wait-

> because the universe cock blocking them despite/possibly IN SPITE of all their in general powers is really funny, if only for The Bit™ - 

The universe is cock blocking them? Of course it is, Feather Anon! After all, Arceus told them they weren’t allowed in it’s creation, and yet- Arceus looks down over Unova after a massive magical anomaly causes a Subway System to manifest in the region, not to mention Dialga getting bullied by eldritch entities-

And sees the two assholes he specifically said were not allowed in his creation. Running around like they own the damn place.

Arceus doesn’t want to intervene itself, so why not annoy the shit out of them back? They aren’t trying to destroy the universe- Nor are they rewriting time and space, so why not just mess with them? After all, Arceus- It’s the Avatar of the Divine Force that created this realm- It can cockblock whoever the fuck it wants to. :)

[husbandohunter]

You want Vitamin F, then let me supply you one;

Genshin boys transform into cats.

A Furry Predicatment [Cat Genshin Impact x Gn!Reader]

♤♡◇♧☆

Synopsis: Venturing to Springvale the boys inhale the fairy dust that turns people into cats, now they must endure the consequences.

Characters: Diluc, Kaeya, Xiao, Albedo, Zhongli, Childe, Venti

(A/n): My student just sent me a video of her cat. I think thats a sign anon. This was meant to be written. part 2 here :P

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[Diluc]

The grumpy cat (to no one's surprise) who wears the same iconic frown with the same matching gloomy eyes. He's grumpy about this outcome in particular, plus the fact he can't even voice his frustrations except for meowing noises and the endless craving for raw fish. RAW, how despicable.

The maids were looking for Master Diluc except that he was already there...in your arms. Just like his hair, his fur is the fluffiest as if he were a gigantic ball of hilichurl hair. You would nuzzle your face into it because he just feels so warm!

Absolutely will NOT live like a cat. The uncrowned king of Mondstadt refuses to drink water from a bowl. He cannot eat anything unless you feed him with utensils. NO, no he will not shove his mouth into the plate, its uncultured and unsanitary.

He never though taking baths would be so nerve-wracking (cat instincts). It was terrible, choosing between the feeling of water against his body or licking his paws to clean himself (a much more comfortable choice). This kind of lifestyle was miserable.

~xx~

[Kaeya]

The mischievious cat (oh no) cue pink panther music, he's the Tom with Jerry's brains. Unlike Diluc, Kaeya will ultimately fall into his cat instincts and somehow uses it to his advantage.

You bet he's gonna spy on people. At night he would jump upon the rooftops to peek through Goth Grand Hotel's windows (watching closely at the Fatui), until the Darknight Hero comes in. Diluc knows it's Kaeya, it's rather uncanny how he does it, hence the cat runs away immediately.

The type to lick you upon contact. You think this was a quirk that came with the spell but he was actually doing it on purpose. Usually targets the neck because he could get a reaction out of you (ohoho you're tickilish there eh?)

As he is roaming out on the streets, always manages to escape the dogs. Kaeya knows his way around the city like the back of his hand, he enjoys watching them bark endlessly while he licks his paws in a mocking manner. Until one of them hopped up, now things got tricky. Basically Kaeya gets himself to alot of trouble as a cat, the worst part was when a bunch of kids started to join in too.

~xx~

[Xiao]

The fiesty cat (he was always a fiesty cat) who hisses alot. Even his fur stands up like a porcupine when expressing his distastefulness. The way he meows almost sounds like a low growl, bares his fangs as if he were a thirsty vampire. Will scare alot of people away with his behaviour, even dogs.

But damn he would make a pretty cat. Golden eyes, dark green stripes and teal fur, the purple diamond still tattooed between where his eyebrows once were, it didn't take long for Verr Goldet to realize that was Xiao.

And the worst nightmare of all, while Cat Xiao roams around the city at night he happened to attract alot of other stray cats who lived in the streets. They were very attracted to his beauty, cornering him until there was no where to run, that was the only situation where Xiao was scared enough to run away.

His ears are the most sensitive. He can't help but purr whenever you pet between them. Though if anyone were to grab his tail, the outcome would not be very pleasant...

~xx~

[Albedo]

The curious cat (who does not die) that will appear from every corner, silently, mysteriously as if he teleported. Once Lisa found him between the bookshelves of her Library while seeing a pile of books stacked upon the floor. Before she could shoo him out, she realized that the cat was way too smart to be a mere cat and quickly deciphered that it was the Chief Alchemist.

Of course no one else in Mondstadt knew it was Albedo, they thought you just had a very talented pet. Margaret even decided to put him against Prince to see who's cat was the best. It wasn't even a competition. Catbedo could paint a picture just by using his paws.

But Klee found out eventually (she deserved to know). She would open her drawer, take out her bow and stick them upon his fur. It seems that Albedo can never get a break when it was against his little sister, she will find indulging activities to do without consent.

Astounded by the sheer talent your cat possessed, the Knights of Favonius offered to hire your cat to be trained as a Knight Cat because animals are very good at deciphering clues for investigation. Oh how unaware they were.

[Zhongli]

The type of cat for crazy cat ladies. It's the vibe he gives being an old man ranging to a thousand years. Zhongli is very behaving, very considerate and very calm in his cat form. His favourite activity is to snuggle upon your lap while you quietly read a book.

He is indeed a tall black cat. Has incredible and refined posture and if he were to stand up on his hind legs, he can even reach as far as the kitchen counter! Though he does not like the fact that he sheds so much fur, it leaves a huge mess behind him (in which you had to clean up)

Zhongli decided to venture into Liyue's streets and see what it's like to be a cat. He starts communicating with some of them, speaking his cat language (meow meowmewomewo? meeoooow). Needless to say, the cats had no idea what he was saying.

If there were any cat-related dish he eats, it has to be sushi. Raw sashimis if possible. You worry if the choice was even healthy for a cat but you remembered that he was still a god. He'll be fine, right?

[Childe]

The annoying cat (that you must take care of, remember) whos a little too impulsive for his own good. Childe finds the excitement running through him whenever he spots a mouse, a squirrel or even a bird. One moment he's in your arms, the next he just leapt high into the air and running into the streets.

Adventurous as always. You take him to the pond to get some fresh air. Childe is not afraid of water, at all. He plays a game with the fishes, trying to see how much he can catch in one swipe. You had to keep a close eye on him otherwise he'd fall in and drown.

Loves climbing trees but shortly realizes that he can't get down. You tell him to jump but he feels hesitant so you had to climb up and get him. However, now the two of you were stuck and Zhongli had to get you both down one at a time.

Childe has the prettiest blue eyes as a cat. They were big and bright, almost feminine. But you knew that look was the look of upcoming trouble.

[Venti]

Oh God Barbatos.

Venti can't stop sneezing. His own fur is all over the place and he just couldn't catch a break (or a breath). Every second he will hiss-sneeze, they sounded like dying noises.

You had to get him to Lisa as fast as possible otherwise the death of Barbatos would have been caused by his own self.

[imagineanime2022]

Unknown Known Threat

Rumi Usagiyama (Mirko) X Male!Reader

Word Count: 1109

Requested: Anon

Request: If you're ever running low on requests I got you kinda my thinggggg. Anyways could I request a Miriko (and any other characters that you may want to add) x preferably male reader that got taken hostage for about two years by an underground organization and came back a completely different person than they once knew?

Rumi had long since given up on ever hearing from or about you. You had disappeared two years ago and they had lost the trail of the organization that had taken you hostage, they never made any demands or gave a ransom so it was clear that they had wanted you at the time and she had failed to get you back. She could never think of any reason that they had wanted you, you weren’t a hero, you did have a strong quirk but you never really used it to no one knew of it, you were often mistaken for quirkless.

After 2 years she finally did hear something though, it came from Hawks who informed her that he had managed to get a hold of someone that he thought she might want to see, he was being coy and refused to give a name over the phone, her curiosity got the better of her and she ended at Hawks’ agency so that they could go to Tartarus. When hey got there they already had whoever they had come to see in the room waiting for them “Bird brain your back! I assume you want to ask me more questions, you being reinforcements this time?” She couldn’t believe her ears, she hadn’t heard your voice in so long and when she looked up she couldn’t believe what she was seeing. “Oh sorry that was rude, Keigo right?” “How do you know that?” He asked through gritted teeth. “As soon as you connect to the network you know everything.” You winked. “His quirk allows him to use any electronic connection to control devices or collect information from them.” Rumi spoke up. “Are you really just going to out me like that?” You asked, eyes moving over to her and you didn’t even seem to falter, she would have said that you didn’t recognise her if it wasn’t for the smirk that sat firmly on your lips and the spark in your eyes. “What happened to you?” She asked as she walked closer, you leaned forward in your chair and shrugged. “Some call it reformation, I call it adapting.” You answered leaning back in your chair “oh full disclosure I have 5 escape plans 3 of them involve letting every person in this place out so don’t piss me off too much alright?” “You can’t get out, those cuffs-” “Are defective.” You shook your wrists and the cuff fell off “but I have like half an hour to kill so ask your questions.” “Who took you?” Hawks asked and you looked at him. “Doesn’t matter they aren’t alive anymore.” You answered resting your chin on your hand as you smiled, it was soft and it reminded Rumi of some of the more domestic memories she had with you. “You killed them?” Hawks asked. “Of course I did.” You rolled your eyes “it took a lot of planning to take out a group that big but I did it.” “Are you expecting praise?” Hawks asked. “Not from you.” You smirked as your eyes moved to Rumi “you remember you told me that strong people rely on no one but themselves? Guess I’m pretty strong now.” “That’s not what I meant, don’t you want to come home?” She asked. “Hun if I wanted to come home I wouldn’t have bothered climbing the criminal ladder.” You sighed as you looked at the glass behind them “times up.” you disappeared the only evidence that you had been there at all was the smoke and the scorch mark on the floor.

“You took your time.” Dabi glared at you as you climbed into the car on the other side of the bridge to Tartarus. “Well you guys were the ones that wanted the plans for the prison, it took longer than I thought considering I had to hide what I had taken.” You argued. “Mm. Did you enjoy seeing your girlfriend again?” Dabi asked as Spinner started the car. “Would you enjoy seeing dear old dad again?” You asked and his gaze hardened still. “Be careful I could still kill you, whether you're part of Redestro’s trusted group or not.” Dabi warned. “Yeah and if I was scared of death I would have stayed in prison.” You passed him the USB with the plans that you had stolen before disappearing again.

Rumi looked at the space that used to be occupied by you “I thought that seeing you would have helped him.” Hawks sighed as the door opened revealing the police officers that were watching the exchange. “He's too far gone now.” Rumi answered. “You don’t think that we can bring him back?” Hawks asked. “Why did he stay so long if he didn't want your help?” “I don’t know… He’s not the same man that went missing 2 years ago, I don’t know anything about him, what he does and the way he thinks is nothing like the person that I lost.” Rumi answered. “So what? You’re giving up?” Hawks asked. “This is the closest I’ve been to bringing him home in years of course I’m not giving up.” Rumi pumped her first as she looked at the scorch mark on the floor. “Well then I’ll leave him to you.” Hawks winked “I gotta go, man this is going to be a lot of paperwork.” “Good luck.” Rumi waved him off.

Hawks pulled out his phone the moment that he was high enough in the sky “you get out okay?” He asked. “I’m fine bird brain.” Your voice emitted from the speaker. “I’m back at the hideout.” “Good now stay there, she’s looking for you.” He informed you. “Now who’s fault is that?” You asked. “If I didn’t bring her, it would have looked suspicious.” Hawks argued, he heard you shuffle. “Yeah, yeah whatever but the next time you pull a stunt like that I’ll roast you and feed you to your biggest fans.” You threatened, hanging up the phone. “Pleasure.” Hawks muttered, stuffing the phone back into his pocket.

You leaned back in the chair, the light from the monitors showing you a few agency buildings “lay low.” You mumbled, shuffling through pages on your desk before smiling when you pulled out the file you wanted “I can still have some fun from here.”

*Part 2*

Request Here

[dyhayc]

could you please please please write this,literally everyone I've asked doesn't want to write my idea!

ok so basically reader x Eddie Munson. Reader and him are on the roof of reader's house,both looking at the sunset,when reader wants to try smoking for the first time. Also they're giving each other surprise birthday presents because their birthdays are 6 days apart. (Eddie's is first,then reader's is 6 days after)(Oh and Eddie gives reader a mixtape and a malachite ring to match it with her malachite necklace and reader gives him crystals and a lot of expensive metal casettes and he flips).

A lot of fluff,really. Oh and they're not dating,they just have the biggest crush on each other.

Title: Real Rings and Expensive Things

Pairing: Eddie x gn!Reader (fluff, mild angst)

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: Marriage Iguana (Marijuana), Eddie And Reader Are Stupid Idiots, Reader Is Down BAD (And Also Super Impulsive)

A/N: While thinking up ideas for this oneshot, I became enamoured with the characters I created. I think I’m going to make this an entire AU, but I don’t want to make the original anon uncomfortable, so this specific oneshot will be a spinoff and not canon in the universe. Most of my ideas aren’t relevant to this piece anyways, so I hope it’s okay!

I didn’t explain it in the oneshot, but the reader was adopted by a super rich couple. Also, I changed the request a tiny little bit. You freak out more about your gift than he does for his, but there’s a good reason for it. I hope you like it, anon! <3

By the way, I know absolutely nothing about crystals, so I kinda glossed over the crystal part. I didn't want to make any mistakes so I made it as vague as possible!

Masterlist

The sun is beautiful, golden rays barely peeking through the dense trees behind your house. Birds fly in the distance, most likely Sandhill Cranes– they call the wetlands beyond the line of trees home. Clouds dot the sky, perfectly framing the sunset in pink and purple hues.

All of this natural beauty, and yet, the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen is sitting right next to you. Eddie Munson, with his unruly curly hair and big doe eyes, has the most important star in this solar system beat.

He’s looking out, lips slightly parted in wonder, as he watches the horizon. Your heart clenches at the sight even though you’ve seen him thousands of times. He’s been hanging out with you since literal birth, his face is in photos posted all around your house, and he spends almost every Saturday with you. But, still, there’s something about his face that takes your breath away— every single time.

God, he’s so pretty. You desperately wish you could tell him. Sober, that is. Sometimes, when he’s so fucked up he can barely walk, you whisper the things you hold back. You’re not sure if he remembers or can even comprehend your words through the fog of his high, but you find comfort in the fact that somewhere, hidden deep in his brain, Eddie may know you love him.

Impulsively, you speak before your brain can stop you. He has to know. He needs to know.

“Eddie, I-”

But you choke, frozen like a damn deer in headlights.

He’s turned his head. Looking into his eyes, you’re consumed by an ocean of brown— hundreds of shades, highlighted by the golden sun setting to his right. The depth of his stare cuts deep into your heart, and you see adoration, and kindness, and warmth. Things that most people never bother to see or even look for within him. The grim reality hits: you’d never be able to ever emotionally recover if he rejected you.

What if he only sees you as a friend? Or worse, a sibling. Your parents basically adopted him, too, all those years ago. It wouldn’t be surprising if he saw you as family and nothing more. Would he stick around after you’ve confessed despite the awkward air when he rejects you? Or would you drift apart until he’s just a ghost from your past? Overwhelming emotion wells in your chest. How could you live without him?

You turn your head away to hide the quickly forming tears, pushing the fear of abandonment down. “Can-” you swallow thickly, willing the pain away, “Can you. Er– Well, can I smoke? I know I haven’t tried it before, but– Just, well– yea.” Heat floods your entire body, you’re absolutely mortified. Sure, you couldn’t confess, but damn, did you have to make a complete fool of yourself?

He chuckles lightly, an attractive sound to match his attractive face. “Haven’t even tried cigs yet, and you wanna go straight to weed?” he questions, raising his brow.

You scoff, trying to hide your emotions behind annoyance, “How do you know I was talking about weed?”

“Would you have gotten all stuttery over a cigarette?” Well, he had you there.

Lamely, you shrug. He huffs but digs around in his jean pocket, pulling out a ziploc with a joint. To this day, it still shocks you how brazen he is with his drugs. When you were in school together, he’d bring his food in the same metal lunchbox he carried the little baggies of marijuana in. You assume he still does it, not that you’d know definitively since you graduated in ‘84.

“It’s your first time, so you’re probably gonna cough your lungs out,” he motions to the water bottle at your hip, “You’re gonna need that.”

“Is it… that bad?” You ask hesitantly. The only information you had to go on was Eddie’s ramblings about what it feels like to be high and your observations from when he’d smoked in your presence. You say “observations,” but really, you’d just been watching his lips.

“For most people, no,” he comments casually as he flicks on the lighter.

You quickly snap back, “What the hell does that mean?”

“It means I know you. You’re gonna find a way to choke to death on the smoke.” The little shit is smirking while he says it, knowing you’re gonna be angry with him. Your nose scrunches up, offended, but you don’t say anything because you know he’s absolutely right. Again, he chuckles.

Refocusing on the task at hand, he explains what to do before showing you a demonstration. Yea, you’re definitely gonna need the water. He doesn’t even bother handing the joint to you, instead holding it in front of your lips. Butterflies flutter intensely in your stomach. Fuck. He’s so hot, and he doesn’t even know it.

Maybe when you lean in, your lips “accidentally” brush against his fingertips, but who can really tell? Following his instructions, you don’t immediately breathe out the smoke. It feels… odd? A little uncomfortable, too. You’re sure it shows through your expression, judging by the amused look on Eddie’s face.

Finally breathing it out, you feel like someone’s just punched you in the throat. The muscles seize up suddenly, causing you to double over and cough hard. In the background, you can hear Eddie laughing at you.

He’s laughing. You’re dying, and he’s fucking laughing at you.

Once he’s done giggling at your expense, he scoots next to you and rubs circles on your back with his hand until you can breathe again. Snatching the water, you drink half of it in one go. You scowl at him, but he grins wide in return. Holding out his hand again, he asks cheekily, “Ready for another?”

Still aggravated, you go in for a second time, nipping his finger before you lean back. He murmurs “ouch” half-heartedly, but you both know it didn’t hurt. This time goes over much smoother, and you’re grateful because you don’t think your throat could take that again.

This continues until there’s barely anything left. He drops the burned paper onto the roof unceremoniously and squishes it under his boot. You really should say something, but this is a fight that’s lasted for years. Realistically, if he hasn’t stopped dirtying your section of the roof, he never will, so you decide not to bother.

You can feel him shift because of your head on his shoulder. When had you done that? Oh well, it doesn’t matter because he’s speaking. “Do you wanna exchange gifts now?”

Right, you’d completely forgotten about those. Today is what you affectionately call the “communal birthday.” Eddie’s birthday was three days ago, and yours will be in three more days. It’s the perfect in-between. As children, you’d have birthday parties together on your communal birthday. They had been fun in the moment, but looking back, you’re somber, knowing your parents threw those parties because his own parents didn’t care about his birthday. But, you shouldn’t dwell on such sad topics when you’re about to exchange gifts.

Humming, “Mhm,” you reach over to grab his present. A carefully wrapped cardboard box, tied together with a blood red ribbon. You used children’s Star Wars-themed wrapping paper, of course.

“Wow,” he whistles, holding up the box to admire the print, “Darth Vader, huh?” Giddily, you giggle and turn your head to press your face further into his shoulder. He smiles down at you, “You’re so quiet when you’re high. Normally, I can’t get you to shut up.” You just stick your tongue out at him.

He struggles for a little too long with the bow, but you don’t help him. You’re considering it payback for the teasing things he’s said tonight. Finally, he unties the ribbon and takes off the wrapping paper. He hands the ribbon back to you, knowing you’d reuse it. Gingerly, he picks up the lid and reveals the red tissue paper you’d used to protect the contents.

Carefully, he plucks out the sheets one by one. You smile wide at how gentle he’s being, obviously trying to be mindful of your gift. He comes across the first part of your present, a collection of various crystals, each with different uses and meanings. You want to tell him what they all do and represent, but words are escaping you at the moment. Instead, you promise, “I’ll explain ‘em t’you when ‘m sober.”

“Alright, I’ll hold you to it,” he responds, setting them off to the side. Returning to the box, he pulls out the last few pieces of tissue paper, revealing the best– and most costly– part of his gift.

“Holy fuck!” he blurts, taking a few in his hands to examine them. Limited edition cassettes, eight of them. All on his wishlist and all expensive. “I thought we agreed not to use your parents’ money?”

“Oh,” you mumble, feeling a little embarrassed, “I didn’t.” 

He chuckles in disbelief, swapping the ones in his hands for the tapes left in the box, “Sweetheart, these are worth at least two of your paychecks.”

Yes, you’re working, even though you have rich parents. They’re big on humility and work ethic, so they’d encouraged you to get a job while attending community college. Not that you’d really needed one to form a work ethic. Sure, you grew up with money, but you weren’t spoiled. If anything, Eddie made sure of it, drilling into your head how important it is to not take your wealth for granted.

It was a little… how do you say? Impulsive to buy these for him, sure. But Eddie’s your best friend, and he’s always been there for you, so he deserves a thoughtful gift to show him just how much you appreciate him.

Your mind completely skips over the fact that he’d called you a pet name.

His reaction makes you insecure, so you ask, “D’you not like ‘em?” You still have the receipt somewhere in your room, so you can probably return them if he really doesn’t want the cassettes.

“Not like ‘em?” he repeats, astonished, “I fuckin’ love ‘em! This is an amazing gift, thank you.” He continues to flip all the cassettes over in his hands, inspecting them. They’re in pristine condition, so hopefully, Eddie will keep them safe.

You beam, “Your welcome!” excited he likes the tapes. You’d spent a lot of time thinking of what to get him, so you’re glad your thoughtfulness paid off.

He sets the box aside and picks up his present for you. It’s in a gift bag that you two have been swapping for years, but you’re happy to see it again. There’s colourful tissue paper covering the contents and spilling out the top.

You grab it carefully, as he had, and take your time unwrapping the present. The cassette grabs your attention first, and you chuckle at your similar gifts. It looks like it’s a blank until you turn it over and see Eddie’s signature handwriting on the front. It reads: “Really Cool Mixtape” and has a skull, heart, and fire symbol drawn next to the words. You bite your lip to hide your smile. He’s so adorable. Fishing in the bag, you find a piece of paper pressed against the bottom.

Opening the folded paper, you can’t stop your smile this time. It’s a song list, but what really draws your attention are the crudely drawn doodles of skulls, hearts, and fires in the blank space on the margins. The same shapes that are on the cover of the cassette. You decide to close it, wanting to discover the songs he chose organically.

Grinning wide, you exclaim, “Thank you! I really love it, Eddie.”

“That’s not all,” he says slowly, as if he’s not sure whether he wants to say it or not. Pulling something out of his pocket, he places it gingerly in your hands. You hesitate before looking down.

It’s a simple dark brown box. You take off the top, revealing cream pleather embossed with a fancy logo directly in the center— a jewelry box. Looking up at Eddie, he doesn’t meet your gaze, instead glancing bashfully to the side.

You turn the boxes over so the cream one will fall into your palm. Flipping open the top unveils a beautiful silver and malachite ring.

Sure, you’re high, but you’ve been around authentic jewelry your entire life. This is one hundred percent real, down to the 925 imprinted on the inside of the ring. The malachite appears to be high quality, too, the bands of colour within the stone being distinct and striking.

The ring is so delicate, the polished green stone in the middle is surrounded by silver leaves, which are attached to stems that intertwine to make the band. It’s an exact match to the necklace you’re wearing right now. The one that your mother bought for you when you turned eighteen, the one that’s made by an expensive designer who charges ridiculously high prices. Yea, that one. And now, it’s your turn to freak out.

“Holy shit, Eddie! Oh my God! Holy shit! Eddie! Oh my God!” your words loop as you try to accept just how much his gift cost. If yours is worth two paychecks, his is worth five, easy. You can’t even imagine the amount of drugs he’d had to sell to pay for it.

You carefully take the ring out of the box and slip it onto your finger, holding your hand up to examine it. He smiles sheepishly, “Do you like it?” Your jaw literally drops. How could you not like it? Your mouth moves before your brain can filter your words.

“I– I love you.” Fuck.

You just sit and stare at each other, not moving an inch. Dread settles heavily on you. You’ve just ruined everything. He’s going to leave and never come back. Tears gather in your eyes as you whimper uncertainly, “Eddie.” That seems to break him out of his trance.

“Do you really mean that?”

“Yes.”

“You’re not lying?”

“No.”

In place of words, he grabs you and brings you into a tight hug. You’re a little disoriented but still cling to him, regardless. “I’m so stupid,” he murmurs in your ear, sending shivers up your spine, “I love you, too. Ever since middle school.”

You smile, pulling back, “Me too.”

He grins up at you, “Well, the buzzcut was irresistible, really. Everyone wanted me.”

You both burst out laughing. Eddie’s buzzcut was so bad that he refused to let your parents hang any photos of him from that era. Calming down, Eddie lifts his hands to your face. He rubs his thumbs across your cheek before pulling you down for a sweet kiss just as the sun passes below the horizon. You swear you’ve never been happier, even if it took years to finally get here.

For someone so emotionally intelligent, he always fell short when it came to you.

But maybe you were the same way.

[i-cant-sing]

Hey I have a yandere erasermic obsession. I don’t know if you do angst but what if they were punishing reader and she gets really exhausted and passes out. They think they killed her, I know this is dumb and you don’t have to do it if it makes you uncomfortable-🍓 anon

Yandere Erasermic punishing reader

I've missed these two a lot😭

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Yandere Erasermic:

"Hey! I'm home! How are my darlings- Shou? You okay?" Hizashi asked as he entered his home. He was looking forward to spending time with you and the hero, but judging by the pissed off look on Aizawa's face, it didn't seem like happening.

Aizawa was taking deep breaths, his eyebrows furrowed and face contorted into a scowl. God, what did you do now? Hizashi couldn't help but wonder that, as he slid onto the couch next to his husband.

"What did she do now?"Hizashi asked, resting his head on Aizawa's chest as his arms wrapped around him.

Aizawa closed his eyes in annoyance, his own arms engulfing Hizashi as he let out a huff. "She's so ungrateful."

Hizashi lightly chuckled at that, waiting for him to continue. "You know what she did today? She tried to escape. Again. I don't know how she got the code to unlock the main door, but she opened it. She barely made it 2 steps out the door before I pulled her back in. I was taking a shower and she thought she could make a run for it. " Aizawa runs a hand through his hair, but Hizashi suddenly caught it. He looked at his husband's hand, it was turning a nasty shade of purple, and was red around the knuckles, slightly swelled. "Shou, babe... what happened to your hand?"

Aizawa exhales deeply, closing his eyes, trying to control his anger. "Our sweet little darling happened. After I got her back in, I told her to apologise. You know what she did? She spit at me, screamed all kinds of profanities. When I took her down to the basement to chain her up, she tried attacking me." Aizawa clenched his jaw. "I was only going to leave her there for the night. But what she said to me next... Hizashi, I lost it. I punched her." Hizashi's eyes widened. He knew Aizawa wasn't one to lose his temper easily, he knew he wasn't one to resort to violence immediately. So the blonde could only wonder what in the hell did you say to him. "Shouta... what did she say?" He asked softly, almost afraid of the answer himself.

Shouta looked at his husband, trying to calm himself when he told him what you barked out. "She said...she said that she wondered how UA let... let creeps like us around kids." Hizashi's eyes widened. If there's one thing he knew about Aizawa, it was how deeply he cared about his students, treating them like his own children. He prided himself in being their teacher, and so the nerve of you to even say something so disgusting like that, Aizawa was bound to snap.

"I cant believe she'd say something...so horrible. I'm so sorry, Shou." Hizashi whispered, nuzzling Aizawa's neck. The pro hero only grunted. "Whatever. I think it'd be good if she stays down there... for 2 weeks. Yeah that'd be good. And no dinner tonight either. I don't want to put up with anymore of her bullshit." Hizashi only nodded, but then caught another look at his hand and he stood up, pulling Aizawa along with him to the kitchen. Hizashi pulled out a bag of frozen peas and started applying it on his bruise hand to reduce the swelling.

As the two ate dinner, Hizashi couldn't help but worry that if Shouta's hand looked like this from the punch, then what did the receiving end look like. He chose to remain quiet on that matter, not wanting you to ruin the night anymore.

The next morning when Aizawa woke up, he went downstairs to the kitchen to find his husband. Hizashi who was almost done plating up, greeted Aizawa with a kiss. "So, should I take this plate down to our baby bird?" Hizashi asked, already knowing Aizawa didn't want to see you yet. You had really hurt him. Shouta nodded as he took a sip of his coffee. "Be right back." Hizashi pressed a kiss to his lips before going to the basement.

Hizashi opened the door to the basement, walking down the stairs, hoping to see you greet him like the angel they know you are deep down. But when he got down there, he saw you were still asleep on the floor, your limbs still bound to the chains. Your face was turned away from him and Hizashi wasnt sure if he wanted to see the damage that was done to your face.

Hizashi just called for you. “Love, I’ve brought breakfast! Eggs and hashbrowns! Your favourite!” When you didnt respond, he just sighed before placing the plate on the floor. Your chains were long enough to for you to reach it, and while Hizashi wished nothing more than to feed you himself, he knew you needed to be punished.

As he went up the stairs and out of the basement, he couldnt help but feel a sense of dread creeping up on him.

“Do you think she’ll be sorry after her punishment?”Hizashi asked his partner.  Aizawa rolled his eyes. “Unlikely. But she’ll learn to think twice before she says stupid shit like that.” Hizashi chuckled, but secretly hoped that would be the case. He got up from the couch where he and Aizawa sat. “I’ll go get her plate.” They were done eating 2 hours ago, but still waited for you to finish up because they know how stubborn you are.

When Hizashi walked down the stairs, he wasn’t surprised to find your plate untouched. You would always do that the first few days, before finally succumbing to your hunger. Pointless, really. But what disturbed him was how you were still in the same position he had seen you in 2 hours ago. And it was coming to him how still you looked, he couldn't see your body moving a single muscle, he couldn't see if you were breathing. 

Hizashi walked towards you cautiously, waiting for you to jump up and scare the crap out of him. But his breath hitched when he finally saw what had happened to you. 

A big bruise had formed on your cheek, swelling and taking all the shades of the purple, blue and green. But the worst part was seeing the blood and a clear liquid dripping out of your nose slowly, forming a pool around your head.

He turned you on to your back and started shaking your shoulder. “Darling? Wake up, baby. Its me. Baby, wake up.” But your body remained unconscious. He started tapping your cheek, only then noticing you weren’t breathing. All the alarms went off in his head. “SHOUTA! COME DOWN OVER HERE!” 

Shouta rushed to the basement, wondering what stunt you pulled now. But seeing your limp body in Hizashi’s arms, blood coating your cheeks, he knew something terrible had occured. Aizawa ran towards his partners, looking at your bruising cheek. “She’s n-not breathing. She’s not fucking breathing, Shou!” Hizashi sobbed as Aizawa took your wrist in his hand. His blood ran cold when he found no pulse. “What are we gonna do?! She’s dead! Our baby is dead!” Shouta blocked out Hizashi’s voice. They both cant be panicking right now. Aizawa turned to his partner. “Hizashi. Bring her up. I’ll get the car out.” He commanded. “H-hospital? Shou, its too late-” Hizashi cried out but Aizawa gave him a stern look. “Bring her up. Now.” 

They got to the hospital in fairly record time, passing you over to the doctors while Aizawa made up a story of how they found you in an alley. Only after the doctors left them alone did it dawn on Aizawa how serious the situation was. He killed you, didnt he? You would still be alive if he hadnt hit you. How could he ever claim to love you when he hurts you-

Aizawa shook his head, he could wallow up in his guilt later. For now, he needed to comfort his husband and pray that you make it through somehow.

A few hours later, the doctors had given them an update on your condition. You made it, barely. Something had hit your face and damaged some part of your brain, causing there to be a very slow heart beat. But you're all okay now, since they brought you in time.

When they were allowed to finally go in, thats when Aizawa finally broke down. Seeing you unconscious, knowing he almost killed you, it got to him. Hizashi wanted to console Aizawa, but he couldn't bring himself to leave your side. Hizashi pressed soft kisses to your temples, wiping his tears that fell on your cheek, while Aizawa stood to your side. He wanted to hold your hand but he was afraid to hurt you again. As the duo sat by your side, they made a silent promise to never hurt you again, at least not physically.

After that incident, you'll never be left alone. The two are always breathing down your neck, drowning you in love, looking at you with even more fondness; obsession and protectiveness swirling in their eyes, right there with guilt.

Aizawa would never apologise, but that doesn't mean he's not sorry. You would often wake up to him looking at your bruised cheek with worry, caressing it so gently, as if he'd break you. He'll be a lot more demanding with physical affection, always wrapping his arms around you, forcing you onto his lap and tucking your face under his chin as he cards his fingers through your hair.

You didn't think Hizashi could be anymore overbearing, but you were proved wrong. He'd panic if you were out of his sight for more than 5 minutes. Always worrying, paranoia creeping up on him when you're not in the same room as him. And when he would finally find you (mostly in the bathroom), he'd check you all over for injuries, not trusting your assurances.

Punishments aren't violent anymore. They're humiliating. Pulling you in their laps and feeding you by hand, talking about you as if you're not there, making you take baths with them(not showers because they end too quickly), making you sleep with them, naked.

And the couple won't lie, but this form of punishment seems to be far more effective. With how quickly you turn docile, folding in on yourself as if you could hide from them... its cute.

But hey, its better than getting beat, right?