#either way its very pretty i salivate

[rataccatak]

niche appreciation post: how kaySD draws sergey's side profile <33

[vampiretendencies]

I can’t stop thinking about a blurb of JJ working on his bike and reader wants to spend more quality time with him so she joins in and tries to help but she’s not very good? So JJ is very patient and slightly teasing but shows her how he does everything and it’s just cute and fluffy? Love everything you write sooooo much!!!

warnings; fluff

pairing; jj maybank x fem!reader

authors note; now that you’ve sent this i can’t stop thinking about it either. i adore this request, hope u enjoy <3

The hammock is thick, knitted, and not close enough to JJ.

He’d insisted that you sit and look pretty in the shade, like the ‘otherworldly goddess’ you are. You were in his vicinity and that at least will have to suffice for the time being whilst he wrestles with whatever mishap has apprehended his dirt bike now.

Just observing him do so, was a pleasing sight— as he’s shirtless, his tanned skin begging to be touched. Abs adjusting to every bend and pull he makes to acquire the right angle whilst his chest flexes in unison. Shark tooth necklace dangling about in any which way. God. He shined with a gleam of sweat from the rays beaming wistfully on him. With a bandana hanging slack out of the many pockets on his cargo shorts. You really desired to drag you finger across each and every crevice that made up JJ’s built frame in front of you. That’s not even to count the way he chugs a beer down every thirty minutes or so— tilting his head back the slightest, making the locks of his hair follow, his Addams apple bobbed up and down with every gulp. If he missed his mouth you were lucky to see dribbles of it seep from the corners, and he’d just wipe it away with his wrist, like second nature, only to chuck the crushed can somewhere in the patchy yard.

With that being the view, one could merely imagine why you are so helplessly antsy in this damn hammock.

He’s tightening the bolt on his bike stand to readjust as he thought it was loose. Your jaw should’ve been on the floor with the way the veins in his arm bulged with every twist, instead you settled with salivating.

You getting up to muster a helping hand was the farthest thing from JJ’s mind.

But you do.

Because, if not physical interaction there’s quality time— and there’s never too much of that.

“J, do you need any help?”

“Yeah baby, you can go get me another beer out of the cooler-“

“No I mean like help, help.”

JJ thought he was in another dimension, that he was seeing double, or that the earth was about to swallow you whole. Help? His forehead is forming wrinkles at such a foreign gesture leaving your mouth, orbs glaring up at you standing over him in obvious perplexity.

“You wanna help me?”

JJ scoffs almost in disbelief, but there’s a partial laugh stuck in his throat. You offer him a tight lipped grin, as if to say you were being all the way serious. Sat on a flat makeshift old cardboard box so his khaki cargo shorts wouldn’t get covered in dirt and debris than they already were, he pats the open space encouraging for you to sit next to him.

There’s a wrench in his hand, the movements of his elongated fingers to the sliver wrench is writhing around the bolt in an effort to make the bike stand compact. With the bike lying on its side, it was of uncomplicated access for JJ to keep it intact. You lie your head mindlessly on his shoulder, perspiring but nevertheless still encapsulating a form of solace. Your hand gently smoothed over the coating of skin about his spine, persisting to delve into whatever it was JJ was saying.

“See this wrench right here?” He spoke, directing you with such ease, he feels the heat of your cheek rub against his shoulder, nodding your head yes. “Turn it, and then keep turning it until it’s tight enough okay?”

He drops the wrench into your palm, locking his fingers with yours for a split second only to slink an arm lazily around your shoulders. Part of him was elated at your sudden interest in one of his hobbies, the other part of him is wallowing in suspicion but, he won’t complain because it’s a little more time with you.

And he could always use a little more time with you.

Even a night apart is far too much to handle.

The cool metal is surrounded by your calloused digits, and JJ is already interjecting.

“Nah baby, that’s the wrong way, turn it towards me,” He chuckles slightly, mainly due to the fact that he just gave you exact directions not even a moment ago. It’s not frustrating though, no, it’s really amusement— plus, there’s a tiny frown plying to your features which he finds captivating.

Something that was miniscule to JJ, when you can’t even spin the wrench a notch to the left, almost like it was stuck. “Fuck! Why is it so hard to turn?!” You are muffled, gritting through your teeth, with a fully clenched jaw and it won’t budge. Though JJ, glides his finger tips up and down your arms, in reassurance that ‘it’ll happen’, even if it’s tomorrow at this rate.

“You’ll get it … just try again, pretty girl.”

He readjusts your grasp on the wrench, and you swat his hand away, trying to accomplish it on your own in this dire summer atmosphere.

“Don’t think you make a very good helper, baby.”

You shoot him a glare, knowing it’s fully said pit of love. He presses a wet kiss to your cheek, to compensate for his loving insult. It stains your the skin, as it’s sloppy and full of affection. Despite it, you elbow him with a nudge to his stomach and he’s winded, punishing him for pestering sweet nothings in your ear.

It took that last push for it to turn, and JJ is biting back his bottom lip in eagerness— the bolt anticipating it’s release. With a slight grunt, it’s turning, it’s turning, and it’s tight.

“Think I did it, J!”

“Tha’s my girl, did so good!”

[nyxi-pixie]

Hiiiii.

Sorry to bother you, I wanted to know if you had any fic recs? Your writing is so good and your tastes are immaculate, and I am starving for any kind of good content. Please?

its not possible to bother me love dw <3

NOW. i dont actually read all that much anymore bc i am horrendously picky but this does give me an excuse to hype up the few authors that have satisfied my unreasonably specific tastes 🤩.

so. a few bsd recs for you (except theyre 99% skk because im horribly predictable forever). everyone go read all of these and tell the authors how wonderful they are in the comments please <3

anything @booksandpaperss has ever written is genius work and everyone should read it. could talk abt all of their stuff for hours (and i have🤩 they put up w so much of me bothering them godbless). also our brains do some accidental crazy mind melding shit whenever either of us write fic so if you like any of my stuff you will like theirs. thats the rules. <3

like twin stars in the dark (we collide)- dead apple skk porn as a vehicle for 22skk analysis. makes me salivate i have read it so many times. they get 22skk better than anyone🙏

my lies are for you to keep (my love for you to lose) - the only take on beastskk that matters to me ever. you can actually see me losing my mind in the comment i wrote on this fic bc of how fucking insane every single line made me. theres SO much packed into this thing its fucking crazy i NEEEEED everyone to read it. thats all <3

till death, I'll give you my breath - dazai death timeloop. this fic terrifies me so much i await every update with my teeth chattering and my heart pulsing so rapidly i should be hospitalised. the first scene of chapter 2 genuinely had me on the verge of tears im unwell about it.

(elli also has some jjk stuff thats REALLYREALLY good and if ur into jjk u should check that out too.)

NOW. aside from being a propaganda machine for my fav writer ever. Heres some other stuff i love.

the second perspective by @wildflowerteas. murder mystery/detective noir stuff w some time fuckery. the au of all time. mashes aspects of beast, canon, and some extra special niko sauce into a mixing bowl and goes crazy w it. just Such a genuinely impressive piece of writing. i could talk abt the technical brilliance of it for hours but i will stop myself. you gotta commit to this thing because it WILL make u crazy. also i loveee the sskk. its like if we had the beast first meeting sskk forever. SOSO GOOD!!!!

did fate guide the gun or did you? by @kanetheo. i read this pretty soon after chapter 109 and it genuinely fried my brain for months. the writing style is beautiful (as for everything they write AUGHH!!!) and the angst is delectable. the way it intersperses more fun silly skk moments with just. complete misery. GOD. it just hits. ive reread it quite a few times and it never fails to make me go crazy. srsly cannot rec this enough.

the decomposition of dazai osamu by @hella1975 this shot several bullets through my brain and i still havent recovered. i keep thinking 'oh i should reread that' and then i dont bc some part of my brain still concerns itself w maintaining whats left of my sanity. BUT its crazy good and everyone should read it and suffer at least once. EVERYONE LOVES YOU OSAMU!!!! EVERYONE EATS YOU!!! line of all time lets all kill ourselves.

smoke held conversations by feralrookie - i havent reread this in a while but it does cool stuff with nlh and the skkisms are really good in this too. ppl often write teen chuuya as less intelligent than he actually is. hes very observant, esp of dazai, and this fic gave me that 🙏

i called your name til the fever broke by forest_raccoon - vampire chuuya. biting is involved. i blacked out reading it. enough said.

[lovesickeros]

☆ the dove

{☆} characters tsaritsa {☆} notes cult au, imposter au, drabble, gender neutral reader {☆} warnings violence, blood {☆} word count 0.7k

Her hands are weapons, forged in a tragedy as much as a war of ash and blood that seeps into the earth and rots it from within. To them, however, she is salvation. Her hands are a kindness, not a threat. She sees it in their puffy, red eyes just brimming with tears, their fragile body so delicate and weak is still remains marred by wounds new and old – the gold still stains their skin, even long after it had been washed away.

She has seen it all – and she takes the injured dove beneath her wing with the sickly sweet promise that someday she shall mend its broken wings and teach it to fly again.

And in their stupor, they do not see her clip their wings.

It is for the best.

The wolves still salivate below the nest, waiting for her little dove to fall again – no, she shall not send her little bird to fly when it will just fall into their waiting maws once again.

This..this one is hers, she has decided.

Her little bird who dreams of the sky and the woman who clips their wings..what a tragic pair they must make, she thinks.

Not for her, of course. Yet not to them, either, unaware of the way she grounds them and keeps the key to their cage tightly in her fist.

"Tsaritsa?" The soft, meek lilt of the little bird draws her from her reverie, and she smiles – all teeth and little else, wolfish and predatory.

Yet the bird sees nothing but love in the sharp points of her canines.

As it was meant to be.

"Yes, little bird?"

She coos in honeyed tones, brushing her cold, cold hands against their skin, reveling in the way they shiver and shake beneath the ever present chill in her very bones. They do not fear the claws that ghost across their skin, and the smile they offer that illuminates their eyes like stars only proves her right – she wants to devour them whole. To see the stars in their eyes burn out beneath her teeth, their golden blood burn upon her tongue and down her throat.

"You promised to take me to the gardens today, remember?"

Her pearly, sharpened fangs peer out beneath her lips as she grins wider, unnerving to all but the little bird who sees not the wolf but the wool it wears, her hands finding their place upon their shoulders as she whispers into their ear.

She will guide her little bird where they cannot go, where their clipped wings cannot take them.

She will give them that bittersweet taste of freedom and then watch them try to catch the stars..

Just to drag them back down to earth where they belong.

"Of course, Creator – I am a woman of my word, am I not?"

Such sickly sweet lies come to her with ease – she lies and she lies and they do not see past the woolen cloak of the wolf until its jaw has snapped around its throat and its blood has painted the world a shimmering gold.

She will delight in that, too.

"If I may be so bold, Creator, you have been distant lately..have you grown tired of me already?"

Her words were as sharp as a blade, yet as dull as a rock, as sweet as they were dangerous. Like watching a mouse trap luring in its prey, she would snap it shut as soon as the little bird strayed too close.

"No! No, that's not..you've just been busy lately, I didn't want to intrude."

They remind her so much of a rabbit in those moments, and she so badly wants to know what would happen if she just took a small, insignificant bite..yet she restrains herself with a far too wide smile, her jaw clenched so hard she almost thinks they will hear it creak.

"Intrude? You could ever hardly intrude, Creator – what is mine is yours. Though, perhaps I shall have to lock you in my room to ensure you compensate me for depriving me of your presence."

In just a few short words, she snares the rabbit – her little bird, her Creator. They will see nothing but the sickly sweet lure of her smile, letting out a pretty laugh of their own as they press closer, like a bird wandering into the open maw of the beast lying in wait.

"As long as it has a nice view, I suppose I won't mind."

They jest, but she does not. And oh, how easy it is to ensnare an unsuspecting prey.

"Of course, Creator – just for you."

It won't be long until her little bird returns to its gilded cage, now. Permanently.

It is better that way.

[lonelyspacedragon]

The one and olny thing I will say about this

as a brasileiro let me just give some context on some things

thoses jokes? yeah they were/are pretty lets say "normalisate" here, yes they are disgusting and horrible yes, but they are also very very common

FOR FUCK SAKE OUR SONGS HAVE "novinha" in them thats a way to say young girl, like 15 years young, in a sexual way, its disgusting YES, yes it is, but is so fucking common its almost normal, we have 14 years old boys singing, as in they’are singers sell music and stuff, about sex in a very heavy way

Lissen, my uncle he is like 50 something he has a daughter, (I didn't know this thill this christmas) and he was telling me about her, how she is so hot, and tall and when he goes out with her all the men (and he means men old men 30 something old men) keeps salivating over her and he is all like hey ehat u looking at, in a don't even think of getting close to her but also in a yeah thats my daughter she is hot, and I was like okay, I was envisioning a 18-20 years old by the way he was talking about her, and then he said SHE IS 11, ELEVEN YEARS OLD, I was in shock. It unfortunately is a very very common way of seeing and treating young girls, specially if they are "already all developed"

we have a culture of sexualising young kids, for fuck sake, we had a master chef kids here, one time and one time only, in 2015, and it was disgusting, the amount of men, commenting disgusting things about one of the participants that was 13 I think, and it was so fucking disgusting and bad that we didnt had another one till 2022, exclusively because of those behaviour, we grow up in a disgusting culture of sexualising kids and young teens

to be honest, it was shocking to me when I started accompanying Cellbit and Felps again after so so many years, to see that they are leftist

its a shock because I wasn't expecting that, because I watched those people when I was young and they were too and they said some shitty stuff back there

and yes he had already talked about wanting to delete his old tweets when people wanted to take Pierre out of the qsmp because of old tweets of his and cultural differences, he said the person he was years ago is not who he is now, he said himself that he wasn't happy with his old views on women and politics and lgbt people stuff like that when the stuff with Pierre happened,

He deleted 900 tweets, but did you guys stop to think about it? Would 900 tweets be all about making sexual jokes about minors? And no one would have seen those 900 tweets of him being creepy towards kids?

Or are these 900 tweets also his old views on politics, queer people, feminism? Thinks he had already said he wanted and was deleting because of stuff like this?

lissen almost everyone that is 23+ right now was banging pans for what was basically a coup in ixi 2014 i think? when Dilma was in power and they impcheamented (i don't know how to write this shit in portugues I don't know how in english either) her over something that they(the politicians that wanted her gone - right wingers) made legal a month later, and now those same people are leftists

so yes those are shitty jokes yes, those are shitty views yes, they are, but they are also from 8 years ago, he already said stuff about that, about how his views had changed, and how he was scared that people would do exactly this, get his old tweets and use it to cancel and judge him for it, for views that he no longer has

just think people, does this say anything about who he is now? does he still do this kind of jokes? say those types of things?

if you guys go after all of the qsmp members old tweets and content, I'm sorry to disappoint you but all of them will have things that people will want to cancel them over, if you have to go dig more than one year to find bad things to cancel people over, its that not indicativii that that person no longer thinks like that? that thats no longer who they are now?

Does your tweets from 8 years ago reflects who you are now?

does all of this means you have to forgive him, ignore, watch his stuff, interact with his content? fuck no, do whatever you like and feels better for you, but also have some critical sense for fuck sake

yes if he did something he deserves to be held accountable for it, and if is something worth of being in jail he should be, if he did something criminal he should be dealt with it with the justice, deplataforming him will do jack shit if he did something thing and still walks free, what will this have accomplished?

but if its just old tweets, old jokes, bad jokes at that, but still old, old views that unfortunately are ingrained with cultural context, and that that person no longer has and no longer behaves like and believes they no longer hold, lets just calm the fuck down please

all this to say people change, lets calm down, and wait to see what will happen

[beautifulterriblequeen]

The Frozen Ship sounds so much better to me than The Frozen Sea!

I immediately put "The Frozen Sea" in the same category as "The Midnight Desert," aka "here is a place where characters will be when they have some personal growth moments" and it comes with a bit of lore and some gorgeous scenery and boom.

But no, we're getting even more than that.

A frozen ship is a very specific thing to be finding in the middle of the whole Frozen Sea. It's a target, for the plot if not for the characters - they may not be intending to hunt for the ship and simply stumble across it, maybe for shelter during a storm or a fight - but the symbolism.

I'm on fire about the symbolism here. A frozen ship.

First of all, if you like historical horror with lots of queer flavors, and you're okay with some pretty gory creepy existential stuff, watch The Terror. It's about two ships, one called The Terror, that get frozen in the ice during an arctic exploration for the Northwest Passage, and what the crews decide to do next. Historically, no one survived. Complete mission failure. But in the book and its show, there was effort, every step of the way, to survive. They did not go quietly into that good night, etc.

And here we have: another frozen ship. Captain Esmerelda Skall probably did not go quietly into that good night either. She had a crew, and they made choices when they faced their end. Did something attack them? Did they underestimate the ice? Was there a freak storm? Will whatever they faced come back around for Callum and Rayla?

The generationality in TDP's storytelling allows for the main characters to have access to the successes and failures of their parents, mentors, and guides. They rely on those skills and choices a lot, even when they lead them astray a bit - Claudia following Viren into Dark Magic, Ezran following Harrow into anger, Rayla following Runaan into coldbloodedness, Callum following Viren and Harrow into that sweaty grip on power's handle.

Whatever they find in the physical ship itself, it'll tell us a story, and that story will have a chance to affect Callum and Rayla in similar fashion to their authority figures of choice. Other adults made choices in this shipwreck - will our protagonists follow suit? Or step aside to avoid a similar fate?

And that's just the actual, physical ship itself. I'd say don't get me started on the metaphors but that's exactly why I made this post lmfao.

Ships. Ships.

I'm practically salivating for the layers in this specific episode already.

[sllowshow]

🧑‍🤝‍🧑 Colton

good salt of the earth people. teen marriage runs deep in this family, they were married right after their high school graduation. not yet pregnant, just sure of themselves. they were in love and when you're in love, you make this big crazy commitment in front of everyone who knew you when you were a baby at church and then you get a little house way out of town and have gorgeous girl boy twins. that's all you really can do.

their dad, jody (woody harrelson fc), has a hard way of loving. he's the kind of dad that kyleigh and colton could never really know beyond the context of him as their dad. like he wasn't trying to be friends with either of them. he loved them a lot but he didn't show it in that way, he's like more on the wavelength of. always really good about making kyleigh got her oil changed. helped colton build a new bookshelf before he moved out. i think kyleigh maybe got a little more sweetness out of him just because. well look at her that's a baby girl. but he and colton, regardless of the love between them, just had a very straightforward relationship. they talk about work, they talk about basketball, and they talk about kyleigh's kids (and eventually his. he was pretty relieved by that.)

their mom, tanya (kyra sedgwick fc) is THEE busy body church lady to end all busy body church ladies. she's a school teacher AND a sunday school teacher, and she's so nosey its insane. she's very much a part of small town politics. to that extent, she's also always up in her kid's business. i think she makes up for their dad's hands off approach. she can be a little blunt in the way she approaches things, she doesn't see the point in beating around the bush. i think she was also soooo tickled that kyleigh got teen pregnant by **** ***. like sorryyy but like that's the exact kind of family a mother like this is salivating to be apart of.

i think they're very take it as it comes people if that makes sense. like when kyleigh got pregnant, that was just a fact. i think their dad probably pulled some macho bullshit on w*de just because he felt like that was his job. scare the kid straight. and there was a brief panic of what will people think... until again she remembered it was actually a win socially. but ultimately that just became the fact of the situation. if she was going to do that, she was going to do that, so they let her go and be an adult. same with colton and school: they didn't get why he wanted to do all of that, but if that was what he wanted to do, that was his prerogative. enjoy the debt and the liberal arts master.

i think they lived in the house the twins grew up in forever. i think their dad hated visiting them in st louis, they certainly preferred hosting. their mom the kind of grandmother that's always posting memes about how a grandmothers love is the strongest force in the world but misspells the kids names in the post. their dad the kind of grandpa who just wants to sit on the couch and watch the most random war movie you've ever heard of at the family function. weirdly feel the need to call out their mom was obsessed with skye (like everyone else) and they both more than once commented on how tyson was "exhausting." like their mom would always be passing on advice on how to deal with a hyper child as if it worked. kyleigh is right there.

[socially-awkward-skeleton]

House Broken

Jacob Seed x Deputy Kit Cross

words: 3251

NSFW, Minors DNI - Kinktober prompts were: Edging and Collar

This was meant to have been for Kinktober 2022 but I only just finished it...throwing this down and running for the hills

Read on AO3

"Crawl."

The tone of his voice needled its way into her, rough and gravelly, drawn out like a growl. Her stomach twisted up in knots at the sound of it, her Pavlovian reaction she still hadn’t been able to beat since the trials. She bent to his will immediately, proving to be ever the obedient pet. Slinking to her knees, her hands on the floor in front of her.  Left hand. Right knee. Right hand. Left knee. Crawling across the rough wooden floor towards her master.

Her eyes kept on him, pupils blown out so wide her normal crystal blues now looked dark and deep, and as black as her heart. Her hands finally met with his old combat boots, the worn leather scratching at her palms.

"I could watch you do that all day, kitten. So pretty there on your knees for me," he drawled.

Kit swallowed heavily, not sure what to expect. She never knew which mood Jacob would be struck with, would he be good-natured and soft or would she be deemed worthy of punishment - either way she was going to be sore the next morning.

He looked down at her with a predatory grin, pale eyes staring at her hungrily. "Got you somethin', kitten."

Her eyebrow rose in question, "What?"

He reached into the back pocket of his jeans and fished out a black leather collar with a silver metal hoop on the front. Kit’s eyes went wide, she had some idea what his plan must be but she wasn’t sure how far he was going to go with the collar.

"You've been out in the wild for so long, kitten. You’ve gone feral. Figured I gotta domesticate ya again. That work for you, angel?"

She nodded enthusiastically. She’d always been very good at following orders, and with Jacob she enjoyed the submission, handing over all power to him. She trusted him to have control over her once more. She felt safe under his hand, his direction.

"Pull your hair up."

Sweeping her auburn waves up into her hands, she coiled her strands into a makeshift bun on her head. Licking her lips as he bent down and wrapped the collar around her slender neck, his hot breath fanning over her.  Buckling it at the nape, his fingers softly brushed over the many bruises and bites he'd left behind, the marks that proved she belonged to him. The collar sat tight against her skin, but not enough to harm, just enough for her to remember it was there. The same pressure she felt when his hand was squeezing around her throat.

She let her hair drop once more in a curtain of autumnal red. His eyes transfixed on the metal ring. She knew there was more to come. This was only the first half of her gift. From the table beside him, he grabbed a wrapped leather leash. He cracked the hard leather with a loud snap in his hands. But she didn’t jump, the heat was already growing between her thighs, her arousal building, practically salivating at the thought of making him happy, making him proud.

Clipping the metal clasp on the ring of her collar, he wrapped the leash around his big, strong hands. Hands that she knew all too well could be her undoing. They had been before. 

Her big doe eyes stared up at him as she folded her hands neatly in her lap. That desperate urge to make him happy, to hear that praise again, began to ramp up in her mind. 

"Such a good girl."

God, she could feel the slick between her thighs now, one short but sweet sentence had her melting for him. The way the words rolled off his tongue and hung in the air. Good girl. It was everything she’d always wanted to hear. 

He ran his hands through her hair, twirling his fingers through her waves. Grabbing it tightly at the scalp and pulling, she let out a hiss and a whine at the sudden tension on her skin.

"Did I hurt ya, angel?"

Shaking her head, she bit her lip to hide the sting he left on her.

"You can tell me if it hurts." He stared down at her, expecting her to give in and roll over already. Checking to see just how much fight she had left in her.

"It doesn't. I can take it."

"I know you can, kitten. I know you can." His thumb drifted across her lower lip, bruised and swollen from their previous sessions together. He couldn’t help himself around her mouth, he just wanted to taste her, and the feel of her lips against his...she was so soft for someone whose blood coursed with such brutality. 

He tugged on her leash, pulling her closer to him, tucked between his legs as he towered over her. Her hands placed upon his thick, muscular thighs…and the holster.

"Beg for it, angel."

A flicker of flame sparked in her eyes, fighting against the instinct that this made her look weak, fighting against her natural inclination for dominance. Instead, she purred and nuzzled her face against the crotch of his jeans, pale skin pressed against the rough fabric. She could feel the outline of his already hard cock against her cheek, could feel him pushing against her, his musk growing stronger in her nose the longer she showed her appreciation for him.

"That's right, kitten. Always so good for me."

She looked up at him through her lashes, blue eyes desperately needy for him, "Please?"

"How can I say no to a face as pretty as yours, especially when you’re being so sweet?"

He unfastened the holster from his thigh, the massive blade would be saved for another time. Unbuckling his belt, he pulled down his fly. Slipping his jeans and underwear down his hips and past his thighs, letting the material pool at his feet.

She couldn’t help but lick her lips, eyeing his length hungrily. He was so fucking big, thick, and perfectly curved for her pleasure. She was desperate for the taste of him, already salivating at the thought. 

"Go on, kitten. Open your mouth."

She happily did as she was told, tongue lolling out of her mouth, chest heaving in anticipation. Drops of saliva falling down the curve of her breasts.

"That's my good little kitten."

Still holding her leash tight he pulled her forward, hand wrapping up into her hair, pushing her down onto his hard cock. Her mouth was filled, tip shoving at the back of her throat. She bobbed up and down, swallowing as deep as she could go. She did all the work, but he kept the pace. Tears formed at the corner of her eyes as he fucked into her mouth, blurring her vision as her cheeks concave inward as she sucked tighter against his length. 

Hips pumped towards her, using her mouth as his own personal fuck toy. Saliva ran out of her mouth and pooled at the base of his cock, making his red, wiry pubic hair glisten. His grip tightened further in her hair, shoving her down deeper, her nose pressed against his pelvic bone, gagging against him as he slid down her throat, but she didn’t fight. 

As her eyes began to roll back into her head, the veins throbbing in her forehead, face turning red, he pulled back on her hair, forcing her mouth off of his cock. A string of saliva connected her mouth with his rigid member.

"Goddamn that mouth of yours is perfect.” He stroked his hand down the front of her neck, fingers caressing her windpipe. “Throat getting sore yet, angel?"

Nodding, she wiped away the excess saliva from her mouth with the back of her hand.

"My sweet little kitten, always doing everything she can to make me happy. And you have, Kitty, you have.”

Her breathing hitched in her throat as she caught her breath once more, her eyelashes fluttered at the thought that she had made him proud. 

“Now tell me, are ya wet?”

“Yes, sir.” she purred as she chewed on her bottom lip.

He held her leash tightly in his hand, and gave it two quick pulls in the direction of the bedroom, expecting her to follow him.  She stayed on her hands and knees, crawling beside him, trying her best to keep up with his pace, doing her very best to maintain his speed while keeping her ass up in the air. Just the way he liked. 

Sitting on the edge of the bed, he patted the space on the mattress beside him, her invitation to join him. She stood up slowly and then sat beside him, tucking her legs up underneath her.

“Lay back, spread your legs.”

Kit did as she was told, all too happy to receive her reward for following his orders. Her head rested against the thin pillows as she laid down, her thighs spread a comfortable distance. Wide enough that he could see the glistening morsel that her pussy had become for him.

Kneeling down between her thighs, leash still in hand, his eyes raked over her exposed body, all of her on show for him. He leaned down, snaking his arms around her thighs. His hot breath fanned over her soaking wet cunt as he spoke, “You can go wider than that, or do I have to strap ya to the bed?” His pale blue eyes stared up at her from between her legs, tempting her to decline the order.

Pulling her thighs wider apart, bending her legs, her knees kept separated by his broad shoulders.

“Better. But I think you can go further.” His hands clamped down on her thighs and pressed them down, her knees pushed into the mattress. Without wasting another breath, he dove his mouth down against her, his beard scratching at the thin skin of her nethers. 

With his first lick she was already moaning out into the room. He smiled against her as his eyes met hers, she liked to watch him as he worked, bringing her closer to the edge. 

Dragging stripes against her wet flesh, like an animal lapping at water, drinking in her arousal, his thick tongue coated every inch of her, running circles against the hood of her clit. 

Fire shot through her, from her core to her extremities as he started to fuck into her tight hole with his mouth the same way he would with his cock, forcing its way into her, stretching her out again and again. 

Grabbing at the bedding, her nails digging into the material, gripping the sheets as a last desperate attempt to hold on to her sanity as he brought her to the brink. 

“Ya gonna cum for me, kitten?”

“Please.”

His lips wrapped around her clit and he began to suck as he pulled on the leash. She grabbed at the strip of leather, lifting herself from the bed as her back arched, her eyes squeezing shut as she came with a low growl. 

“That’s good, honey. But I didn’t say you could.”

Kit opened her eyes slowly, the flush fading from her face and chest as the bitter feeling of failing him ate at her. “W-what?”

Smiling up at her, white sparkling canines let her know he was in a cruel mood. Sitting up on his knees, he grabbed her thighs, dragging her towards him on the bed and lifting her up into his lap, ramming his cock inside of her.

She cried out as his girth spread her open, not giving her a chance to catch her breath or make herself comfortable.

“You’re gonna have to beg for it now.”

“Yes, sir.”

He fucked into her with his full force, hips snapping back and forth. His cock tore into her, fucking his shape into her. Driving himself deeper over and over.  Low, rumbling growls emanated from his chest, grunting and moaning as his cock slipped past her soaking wet lips again and again. 

Just when she thought it was too much, he pulled out, pre-cum dripping off his tip as his shaft was coated in her slick. She stared up at him with wide eyes, waiting for the feeling of him filling her again. 

“Say it!” His tone was demanding. His look wild, bestial. All the control he normally held over himself had fallen away, the wolf  had cometh. 

“Please.” she whined, “Please fuck me.”

He grabbed her by the hips and thrust up into her again, pushing her back down on the bed with one hand groping at her breast. He was merciless, wet skin slapping against each other, dripping with sweat and her fluids. She moaned and mewled, being brought closer to her climax once more. Pulling out of her again, he stared at her expecting her to act out, to break the rules. 

“Fuck! Please! Please, god, just fuck me and let me cum.”

“You’re that desperate, Kitty. That desperate to end all my fun?”

She took a few heavy breaths to try and steady her mind, to get control back. “Please, sir.”

He smirked and his eyes narrowed. He could reward her a little for showing such restraint. “That’s my good little kitten.”

He drove back into her, her legs wrapping around his hips, locking him in against her. His hand skating over her pelvis, fingers gliding over her lips, and rubbing into her clit. The other squeezed against the tender flesh of her breast, massaging it with his fingers, as his cock slid into her once more. He worked at her already swollen nub as she was brought to the edge again. 

Body shaking, muscles aching as she was coming ever closer to the precipice. 

“Jesus Christ!” She screamed as her body ached for more. 

“What’s that Kitty, you gettin’ close?”

Her eyes were screwed shut, nails nearly tearing through the sheets. “Yes, yes, FUCK yes!”

Pulling his hand away from her clit, he stopped his thrusts suddenly.  Smiling at her reaction, at her choice of words. “Who do you think I am, John?”

Groaning, she threw an arm over her ruddy, sweat stained face. “For fuck’s sake Jacob, just let me cum!”

“Told ya you were feral.”

She ran her fingers through her hair, dragging it back from her face. He was frustrating her and driving her wild. She kept getting so close and then having her release taken away from her. 

“Be a good girl and get up on your knees.”

The little lines between her brows crinkled as she tried to figure out his plan, but just like always he was a step ahead of her. He knew exactly what he wanted and she was just along for the ride. 

Her legs slipped from around him and she moved to her knees. He threw her face down against the pillows, straddling her ass, his cock sat firmly between her cheeks. 

“Hands out.”

She reached out for the headboard and grabbed the bars above her in her fists.

“That’s it, angel.”

Wrapping the leash around her wrists and the metal bars, he pulled it as tight as it would go, finishing it with a knot. She was tied up. Trapped. She was prey. 

The bed sheets were bunched between her folds and she fought against the desperate need to grind against them, to get herself off after her punishment had denied her release. But she knew all too well acting out like that would only mean she’d be tossed back into the cages, left to suffer in the elements until he was sure she was back in line. 

She huffed into the pillows until she felt the sudden searing pain of her hair being pulled back, his beard scratching at the base of neck. 

“What was that, Kitty? Did I hear a complaint?” He rasped against her ear.

“No, sir.”

His teeth dragged against her earlobe, his tongue running the length of the side of her throat. 

“You wanted to cum, didn’t you?”

“Yes, sir.”

“I know how much you love it when I bend you over. Not that you deserve it.” 

He was toying with her, just like he always did. Bending her and breaking her in whatever manner suited him in the moment. 

She bucked her hips, thrusting her ass up under him. “Please.” The word came out in a ragged breath. She wriggled under him, biting back on the moan that threatened to escape her as the sheet came in contact with her throbbing clit. 

His hand snaked around her waist, he was pressed tightly against her back. The hair on his chest was drenched with sweat as he curled up into her, wrapping around her like a suit of armor with the same weight. His cock slid into her once more, rubbing up against that perfect spot, angled to make her scream at a moment's notice. She’d get her prize soon enough. He pressed his nose into her hair, breathing her in with every deep inhale as he began his punishing pace once more, bottoming out in her, his balls slapping against her. 

“D’you wanna cum?” He snarled. 

“Y-yes.” She bit the pillow in her vain attempt to maintain control. God she’d make him so fucking proud. So fucking happy. She was the only one who could. 

“You’ve got my permission, angel.” 

With his blessing she could finally come undone beneath him, screaming out into the night the same way his recruits did in the cages in the courtyard below. But for her it wasn’t pain, it was pure resplendent pleasure. Unadulterated and pure, the same primal joy she felt when she was tearing people apart for him. The same part of her brain set alight. 

“That’s it, Kitten. That’s it.” 

She wanted to curl up like a rattlesnake, every muscle and nerve was on fire as her orgasm ripped through her. His thrusts slowing from breakneck speeds to something much more rhythmic, leading her through to the other side. She purred beneath him as his warm hands trailed down the sides of her, thumbs pressing into her back like a massage, rubbing the rigid tension from her. 

Mouth wrapping around her neck, his teeth biting into her thumping carotid, sucking bruises against her. 

“Thank you.”

His chuckle vibrated against her. “You’re welcome.” He undid the clasp of her collar and untied the leash around her wrists. Rolling off her, he collected her hands into his own and  began rubbing her wrists to bring the feeling back. 

She sat up slowly, her head throbbing, not wanting to let herself get lightheaded. Around her throat, where the collar had been, two red lines encircled it. She rubbed softly at the skin, the last thing she needed was John or Joseph noticing the marks left behind at Sunday service. 

“Am I still your favorite pet?”

“With a little more training, sure.” Deep set eyes shone with mischief. 

She cupped his face with her hand, stroking at his scars. “You are such an asshole. But you’re mine.”

“I am.”

Pressing her forehead against his own, pale eyes meeting, completely enamored with each other. 

“Nice move with the tied wrists by the way.”

“Thought you might like that.”

“I did. But it’s your turn now and you’re going to let me finish you the way I like.”

She crawled between his legs, looking up at him through her brow. She was about to send him to heaven doing what she was best at.

[hirukochan]

i’m sad that your tears finally soon to come to completion, but i’m glad that i was part of the waiting journey of this amazing fic to read our 2 protagonists finally get their happy ending!

buuuuut excited from your upcoming fic astrea x voldemort snippets, they got me salivating would you count this as reverse harem? 🫣 i’d love to read the dynamic differences of each voldemort from various of time frames, and to read them beefing over astrea or his horcruxes insulting voldemort like “you can do better that that” for losing the first war(i can see a little shit teenager tom riddle saying it), it makes sense that his worthy competitors are his own self/creation. will voldemort lose his shit over that? cause i love me some unhinged snake face voldemort😏

will you reveal in the tags a as voldemort wins au? and the type of ending? or are you going to keep the reader on their toes, letting the characters move on their own in your mind?

though i got a feeling this will be a merry-bad ending (fucked up tragedy from outsiders’ pov but the main characters themselves are happy)

Thank you so much! And what a journey it was! There were so many sub-plot I didn't see coming but that worked so well within the story I couldn't just *not* write them.

For the upcoming fic, yeah, I'd say it's reverse harem even it's technically the same person but...three times. There is sweet, innocent Astrea, sixteen-year-old Tom Riddle and Voldemort and then some time later Mr Gaunt joins into the fun as well. It'll be a dark fic. Voldemort isn't nice and his past selfs certainly weren't either.

Voldemort is pretty much the same as I write him always, very manipulative, charming and he can be 'nice' if he wants to.

Tom Riddle is certainly influenced by the years he has spend with Astrea already, I think consuming someone's soul leaves its traces lol. He is trapped in that moment right after killing Myrtle with the Basilik and creating his first Horcrux. So he's ofc also emotionally stuck at sixteen.

Mr Gaunt, the locket, was created some time before Voldemort's downfall, I put it somewhere between 1965 and 1970 personally. He is older, has a more 'refined' taste in cruelty and was at the height of his power before his 'death'. He still has his human features but he isn't quite human anymore. Kinda uncanny valley style. Astrea can feel that something is off and it scares her.

All Voldemorts find her fear entertaining but all Voldemorts have their own aspirations and all Voldemorts are jealous and wildly possessive - even towards each other. I am very much looking forward to writing them interact and exploring different facets of the same character. Voldemort is such an interesting character!

They are each unhinged in their own way! And Tom, because he has already spend so much time by Astrea's side, already considers her 'his' so that'll result in some delicious conflict.

I am not sure yet if the other Horcruxes make an appearance too. Nagini is there but her Horcrux is different, it doesn't seem to really manipulate the world around her like the diary does - same goes for Harry. I like the idea of the diadem, cup and ring joining but idk if I could make more than three believable and yet different versions of Voldemort. Also the whole name thing would get confusing. Thomas, Riddle and Marvolo perhaps but eh.

The fic is both canon-divergent and a Voldemort-wins-au. The diary never reaches Hogwarts so the entire second year wouldn't happen like it does in the novels and the adults act...more intelligent lol xD Astrea herself also influences several events.

I have an idea how the fic will end but that might still change, I can see this fic getting potentially quite long 😅 So I will for now not say much about that other than that I personally don't like bad endings full of misery and death and hopelesness.

[videcoeur]

Akane begins to play with the fur lining of Crocodile's coat in her absentmindedness, her index finger and thumb tracing and fiddling with its softness.

@muselexum

"Stop it"

The reply was dry, but not completely devoid of emotions. It was clear that he was holding back, especially with the way his gaze avoided hers. He could bark an order, but he didn't have the spine to try and win a staredown against her. She knew exactly what she was doing, and here he was, about ready to come undone with how much he's missed her.

It hadn't been that long, either. He'd left her on the ship and said he would be back within the week- but it instead took almost 3, because troubles came and prevented a swift return. Crocodile was pretty sure he would return to an empty boat, not counting his crew. He expected her to have left, to have found a better crew to sail with. And yet, after three weeks, there she was.

They'd had a drink or two, and they barely exchanged a few words. She did try to converse with him, but Crocodile's secretive nature made it hard for him to open up about anything. His sentences were short, even though his tongue yearned to spell so much more words to her.

Never give more than you can handle, is that right?

And yet, as she had gotten closer, he could feel his heart speed up in his chest. His reptilian golden eyes locked on her briefly as her fingers dragged along the fur lining his coat. She was so small, and yet so strong. To be standing there in front of him, touching him as if she had the right to. Even Nico Robin, in her several years working for him, never took that privilege for granted. The very few times she did, it earned her more than a scowl and a threat.

And with Akane? He only asked her to stop, his order less authoritative than he wanted it. How could he say no to her? Every time he did, his heart ached, as if punishing him for lying to himself. Something he thought he'd gotten used to, but again, she was proving him wrong.

"Don't you have anything better to do?" Another long, painful drag on his cigar, the dryness of its smoke rolling on his tongue. Still not enough to prevent it from salivating at the sight of her lips. How he longed to kiss her -

"Should I just give you my coat?" His tone changed, turning almost derisive. Pointed insults should get her off him, even if his eyes looked hungrier than ever. Without even noticing, he'd reached up with his only hand, grabbing her wrist to stop her from touching him any further.

His thumb traced the side of hers idly, but only for a moment. Then, his traits hardened again, and he let go of her hand.

A sigh escaped his lips, and Croc pinched the bridge of his nose. She was a headache in its sweetest form, that's for sure. He looked down at her face again, and those very kissable lips. Crocodile felt his throat tighten and the edge of his cheekbone tingle. No, he was not blushing and won't be. The scar across his face makes the hardened skin pretty hard to fill with blood anyway.

But inside, he knows he's falling. And he knows what awaits him.

Another night where sleep would be trouble to find.

[4toldbygyromancy]

Six Months

Gen fic, Vincent and Claudia, mentions of original character and romantic (?) relationship with said oc. Lots of bickering. I love writing these two argue. 919 words.

“You do not recognize her holy calling. She is being guided by the hand of her father to shepherd the Holy Mother back home!” 

It was the same tango. The same words, the same theatrics, the yelling, the insults, the same as they had been for almost a year. 

Of course, they hadn’t gotten along before that. Their relationship had soured pretty quickly once Claudia realized that Vincent had ulterior motives in handling as big a financial project as revitalizing the Order.

But for the past year they had been coming back to a singular person. Whether she was a scapegoat for their grievances or whether they were both truly enmeshed with her fate wasn’t known… and it didn’t really matter, either way. It gave them something else to hate each other over.

“I also think that God brought her here,” Vincent lifted a hand, smiling, anything to get Claudia to stop talking. “Not entirely sure about the dead father part, but I’m in a good mood… I’ll humor it, today. It’s fine. You think she can find Alessa? Go for it, by all means, with my blessing.” 

Vincent was tired, his eyes ached from nights of research, and Claudia’s voice droned on and on. If she could be placated, maybe she’d shut up. Maybe he would have an hour to himself, a sweet hour of peace. 

“All I’m asking,” Vincent continued. “All that I’m asking for is six months… maybe a year. Give me that time, Claudia, and then you can do whatever it is you have planned. Find Alessa, bring her back into the fold, find your happily ever after, whatever. Just give me that time.” 

 Vincent leaned back in his chair and picked up his desk calendar, thumbing through its coffee-stained pages.

“Six months? A year?” Claudia wrinkled her nose in disgust. “How can you wait when God is so close to being returned to us?”

“Alessa is, what, fourteen right now?”

“Fifteen,” Claudia emphasized the fact with venom in her voice. “She is fifteen years old. It is time, Vincent, we must have her returned to us. Can you imagine how frightened she must be? It’s time for her to come home!”

“How frightened she is? Or how frightened you are?” Vincent didn’t even look up from his calendar, letting out a sigh between pursed lips. “Six months. That will give you plenty of time to prepare, right? You don’t want to rush into something as important than this–”

“You talk of rushing!” Claudia threw her hands up. “Monroe’s daughter has barely been with us for a year and you’ve already–”

“I’ve already done what, Claudia?” Vincent looked up then, matching her look of disgust with a smile. “What have I already done?” 

“You are leading her down a path of sin, Vincent. Away from God’s sacred light!” 

“Don’t rant about sin to me, Claudia,” Vincent’s voice was sharp and quick, a spark of anger finally entering his words. “You’re the one who wants to fling an innocent woman into your machinations just to pursue a theory that might not even be true! Get your head out of your Heavenly delusions for one minute and look at what is here right now.” 

Vincent punctuated his sentence by standing up and gesturing at the office they were standing in. Financial records, samples of unpublished books, artifact catalogs that would make the Historical Society salivate, all of the work that Vincent had poured his adult life into. 

“The Order is here, right at this moment. The Order that is sharing Her light with Silent Hill, preaching the very words that you base your entire existence around. It is thriving, Claudia! Do you want to throw all our hard work away on a chance? You might be fine with that, but I will not let you. I’m not telling you to wait these six months for me, Claudia. I’m telling you to do it for the Order.”

“And what will happen in six months?” Claudia scoffed, shaking her head. “It’s the Monroe fortune, isn’t it? What do you plan on doing to her?”

“‘To’ her?” Vincent put a hand to his chest, a look of faux bashfulness crossing his face. “That’s rich coming from you, Claudia, after–” 

He was interrupted by the phone on his desk ringing. He gave Claudia a sickeningly sweet smile before picking it up. “Vincent speaking. … I see. That was quicker than I expected. I’m on my way.” 

Vincent hung up the phone and gave Claudia a glance before nodding his head. “Sorry to cut this meeting short, but I have to pick up something.”

Claudia scoffed again. “Another trinket, Vincent?”

“I prefer the term ‘religious artifact’. In fact, I owe you my thanks. If you hadn’t pursued the Dagger, it would have taken me much longer to acquire this.” 

“The Dagger? Are you speaking of the Dagger of Melchior? I ‘pursued’ it, as you so put it, to ensure that it can never be used against God again,” said Claudia.

“Then, you’ll be relieved to know that this will also never be used against Her again.” Vincent opened the door and held it, waiting for Claudia to make her exit. She stared at him for a moment, the skin above her eyes furrowing. Finally, she silently walked past him. 

“Six months, Claudia, that’s all I’m asking. Then you can send her on whatever whimsical adventure your heart desires.” 

Vincent’s grating laugh made Claudia’s ears burn as he closed the door behind her.

[sugamamacustard]

Paparazzi

Pairing: Alpha! Toru Oikawa x Omega! Reader, Alpha! Atsumu Miya x Omega! Reader, Alpha! Yuji Terushima x Omega! Reader

Genre: little angst, ends in fluff

Request:Allow me to be chaotic for a minute 😌 Since Oikawa, Atsumu, and Terushima have fangirls, I’d love to request Hc’s or a small drabble of them crushing on a cute new fem!student who takes no shit and throws hands at the fangirls whenever they harass her (She tries to be nice to them at first and explain that she isn’t trying to steal their idol but you could only be so kind to rabid fangirls). The only cliche thing here is Y/N doesn’t immediately crush on the guys so the fangirls dislike her for how casual and nice she is to them but I’m just tired of Y/N never standing up to them or at least needing to be defended by the idol. This Y/N is friendly and kind to others but would punch someone in the throat with a smile on her face.Let’s say Y/N is partnered with the guys on an assignment and the fangirls see them together a lot and try to intimidate Y/N by ganging up on her or embarrassing her, so Y/N just decks one of them in the face with a smile before continuing the conversation with the guy like nothing happened. The poor guys can’t decide if they’re terrified or aroused but Y/N’s like “Put these maggots in their place or I’ll put em in the hospital. Do what you will with this promise 😃”

Author’s Note: I wanna read more stuff about the fangirls but I don’t know where to find it. :( Is it Tooru or Toru?

Requests: Closed!

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Trigger Warning: Fighting, mentions of blood.

Toru Oikawa

➵ Honestly, we all know his fangirls are rabid. They are mean and cruel, and honestly its a wonder none of them have been like...arrested.

➵ You had heard horror stories from your cousin. She was the manager of the volleyball team and explained her and her, now, alpha had to deal with one that went straight up feral.

➵ God, you sometimes wondered how no one had snapped on them yet.

➵ They were everywhere you were too! Their so called idol was in your class and they followed him everywhere.

➵ You didn’t even see what the big deal was about. His best friend was way hotter in your humble, correct, opinion.

➵ You had to shove your way through crowds for every single one of your classes. It was painful at this point.

➵ Oikawa was no help either, egging them on by constantly flirting with you.

➵ You kept your head up high though, rebutting his constant flirting with snarky and snide remarks.

➵ Honestly the perfect girl in his humble and correct opinion.

➵ Of course, he always ditched his fan girls the moment he caught whiff of your salivating scent.

➵ They weren't happy about that.

➵ They also weren't very happy when Toru left his normally late practice, purring he had a study session with you for an upcoming project.

➵ Yeah, that was the start of Armageddon.

➵"Hey!"

➵Groaning, you prepped yourself for the onslaught of useless spats that came with the onslaught of his fangirls. Plastering on an all too fake smile.

➵"Yes, hello? I sure hope you aren't talking to me like that."

➵You really said :))) Test me bitches

➵"What do you think you're doing?"

➵"Trying to pass my English class?"

➵The answer seemed to anger the beta who tried cornering you.

➵ Her arm raised and swung and with all expecting outcomes, one would expect a smack to ring out.

➵ Oikawa did at least, as he had caught the tail end of the argument coming to find you as you were late for your meet-up. And you were never late

➵ He moved to try and break the 'fight' up, only to stand shocked when he saw you, the beta's arm caught in your tight grip with the same smile on your face.

➵ "I really hope you weren't trying to hit me just now." You purred, squeezing the wrist in your grip until the beta was whining under you.

➵ When you let go you shoved her away with a grin still on your face before moving on, passing Oikawa who stood shocked.

➵"Keep those fangirls in check, Oikawa. Wouldn't want their pretty faces getting hurt." You beamed, skipping off to the library.

➵ The alpha had to take a minute in the bathroom before catching up to you :)

Yuji Terushima

➵ OKAY THIS MAN-

➵ I feel like his fangirls would try and get close to you rather than get you away from Terushima.

➵ Like they would use you to get to him.

➵ If that makes sense.

➵ Of course you knew about this, your brain is super wrinkled.

➵ They would try to befriend you to get close to the alpha that seemed to hang off of you.

➵ You were in-training to be the new co-manager and almost immediately Terushima had latched onto you like a leech.

➵ Scenting you and preening you, making sure you made it to each of your classes on time.

➵ He just liked spending time with you okay?!!

➵ Anyway, so he knew that his fangirls presented a bit of an issue, especially when he tried sifting who actually liked him, not his persona

➵Was he worried? No-

➵ At first he was a little worried, but you proved him wrong like you often did.

➵ You had been doing your manager thing, cleaning up stray balls, setting aside flats, adjusting the net height, etc... when it happened.

➵ An omega a little taller than yourself had ran into the gym, angry and snarling. She had walked right up to you, making you furrow a brow.

➵ "I am sick and tired of this! I've been nothing but nice to you," One of her fingers waggled in your face. "And it's gotten me nowhere! You are just as useless as I thought you were and I'm so fucking sick of it.

➵"I'm sorry you feel that way-"

➵ "No your fucking not, you fake ass-" Her hand raised and swung, but you caught her wrist in your tight grasp, quickly using your other hand to smack her.

➵ Yuji and the rest of the team watched in awe (And maybe arousal for a certain faux blond) as the omega collapsed on the ground, holding her cheek.

➵ "Just because you and your dumbass friends thought your plan would work does not mean it's my responsibility to ensure it does." You sneered, snarling down at her to prove your place in the pack. "And it never will be. Know your fucking place."

➵ Yuji followed you like a lost dog as you left, making sure you didn't pick another fight while the others helped the other girl.

➵ He had no choice otherwise his teammates would tease him relentlessly for his lovesick alpha

Atsumu Miya

➵ His fangirls 1v1 Oikawa's fangirls.

➵Straight up, like it would be a blood bath.

➵ But you weren't scared. You were and are a bad bitch.

➵ Probably why you had Atsumu begging for attention tbh

➵ Love bullying is his love language and you can pry this from my cold dead hands

➵ You always, without a doubt, give him a hard time (Teasingly of course) and it drives him bonkers.

➵ Like you don't take shit from anybody

➵And having you paired with him for this upcoming project was a dream come true.

➵ It was a simple project but it meant he got to spend time with you!

➵you!

➵ Of course, he feared what his fangirls would do to you but he had a feeling you'd be okay no matter what.

➵ He'd be there as much as he could, and hopefully that would deter the fangirls from trying anything.

➵Right? Flawless logic despite what Osamu says

➵ ANYWAY-

➵He thought this to be flawless until you proved him otherwise.

➵ You had began working on the project since Atsumu was running a bit late (He texted you a teacher needed to talk to him, and you understood)

➵ What you didn't understand was the horde of angry betas, omegas and alphas approaching you. About six in total.

➵ "Stay away from Atsumu." One of them, a red haired alpha, snapped, slamming a hand on the lunch room table.

➵ "Look, I already have a feeling I know where this is going, but I'm not interested. I just want to finish the project-"

➵"Likely story!" A beta from the back yelled.

➵The alpha in front of you grimaced, snapping her fingers as an omega dutifully placed a milk carton in her hand.

➵ "Seems we need a little more than words to get it through your fat head." the milk carton was opened and raised over your head.

➵ You rolled your eyes before the carton began tipping. When the first drops of cold banana milk spilled onto your head you acted.

➵ Atsumu had run in only to see you grab the wrist above your head, push it so the milk whipped back at your assailant while your other hand landed a crisp smack on the alpha's cheeks.

➵ The group, Atsumu included, stood stunned as you gathered your bag, pulling out a change of clothes and moving to go change.

➵Atsumu felt his heart stop when you placed a hand on his shoulder, a sweet grin on your face.

➵ "Keep your fangirls in check, 'Tsumu, or I'll have to do it for you." You beamed before moving to go change.

➵ He only found himself nodding absentmindedly, trying to fight the red creeping up his neck.

➵ "Respectively step on me."

➵"I can still here you, 'Tsumu."

[refiwrites]

2AM

Steve Rogers x Gender neutral! Reader

A/N: Okay I missed Steve okay? And I happen to come across this prompt generator and decided to try it out. And I also miss Chris Evans.

Summary: Y/N getting up in the middle of the night to make a snack and accidentally waking up Steve because they didn't stop the microwaves obnoxious beeping in time.

Word count: 994

Warning/s: One swear word? Other than that, none, just fluff!

You couldn’t stop tossing and turning in your bed and it sucked, you were pretty sure that its either too hot or some sleep demon is just not letting you succumb to sleep. You sigh and carefully discard the blanket that was keeping you warm. You pursed your lips together, rubbing your eyes.  

With squinted eyes looking for the clock that displayed its numbers in huge bright red, it reads 2:36 AM.

You took a couple of blinks and squinted more to make sure what you read was right.

’2AM? Seriously?’

But speaking of, sometimes you are guilty of messing up your sleeping schedule and occasionally find yourself either waking up too early or rather very late. You yawn silently, hand coming up to cover your mouth on instinct. You sigh, looking over to your side to spot Steve sleeping soundly, moonlight from the window illuminating his face perfectly. Your heart melts at the sight, you still wonder how could anyone look so perfect sleeping like that? Honestly, that should be a crime. Not until you noticed that you literally just spent minutes staring at him blankly, watching his chest heave up and down sends a wave of calm throughout you.  

Nights like these were rare, you were wishing in all of your heart that nothing could disrupt this moment. A smile emerged on your lips; you were about to go to sleep again but the worst-case scenario happened.

Your stomach grumbled. Okay well maybe it wasn’t the “worst-case” scenario, you didn’t even notice you were hungry in the first place. Your brows furrowed as your stomach protested again. Still, you know what they say, you can’t sleep with an empty stomach.

Aaand now that’s where you wound yourself into, getting off the bed and feet padding towards the kitchen. You spend the few seconds heading to the kitchen praying that there’s still food left. You didn’t bother turning on the light since the moon was out and bright, that’s all the light you needed.

Succeeding in finding food to help ease your hunger for the night, you popped it in the microwave. Setting up the heat and time. But your stomach was getting impatient as it protested every moment that passed. You leaned on the counter, watching the time left until you get to munch down on your food.

The time was already halfway through when your bladder suddenly decided that it wants to go to the bathroom. You debated holding it in until the microwave beeped as to not wake up Steve since you knew he was a light sleeper. News flash, you couldn’t hold it any longer as you were rushing to the bathroom the minute after.

You sighed of relief as you finished but it was too late.

Beep! Beep! Beep! Bee-

Your eyes widened as you stumbled your way out of the bathroom, spewing whisper of curses here and there. You finally reached the microwave and pulled it open before it could utter out another annoying beep. You held onto the handle with a sigh accompanied with the bow of your head, giving yourself a mental pat on the back for a job well done.

Standing straight and taking the freshly heated food from the microwave, you placed it on the counter, mouth salivating already at the fresh scent followed by your stomach arguing with you again.  

Grabbing some utensils as you couldn’t wait to eat already, you turned around you swore your whole soul took a screenshot from the big figure standing in the doorway of your bedroom which you almost; key word almost threw the fork at it before you realized the figure belonged to Steve’s.

“Holy fucking-” placing a hand on your chest and gathering your composure you sucked in a deep breath.

“I see you’re awake and..hungry?” Steve’s chuckle echoed and you sent a glare his way yet you dismissed it after feeling guilty that you woke him up.  

You nodded and he made his way over to you.  

“..Sorry for waking you up though, I’m seriously considering getting those microwaves that only beeps once when it's done so we couldn’t wake each other up if this happ-”

“Hey, hey (Y/N), it’s fine. Don’t worry about it. Besides, I think I haven’t seen anyone run for their life like that just to reach the microwave before it woke someone up. Gotta give you the A for effort.” He laughs as you playfully punched his arm which you sure he didn’t even feel as he continued to laugh.

You laughed as well, watching his face as it contorted into happiness just from what you did.  

“Next time, remind me to time myself when I do that.” You joked as he laughed even harder.  

You rolled your eyes and turned around, grabbing the plate of food and already taking a most awaited sweet bite out of it, letting out almost a moan in which you missed the light blush on Steve’s cheeks.  

Arms snaked around your waist from behind as his tall figure loomed over you now, squeezing to hug you as you ate. You felt giddy as you leaned back against Steve and continued eating, him staying silent and just observing you, laying a kiss on the crown of your head.  

“You hungry?” Asking him, you turned around to meet him again, arms gracefully encaging your waist again.  

“I could use a bite.” Steve said before placing another kiss to your forehead.  

You nodded, slicing him a piece and holding it up to him which he responded by opening his mouth and taking a bite. He nodded, savoring the taste and letting out a “Wow, that’s good.” when he finished.

You two stayed like that for what seemed like hours until you both finished sharing the snack and exchanging stories for how both of your days went. This was one of the nights you knew would be etched into your memory forever, yet you weren’t complaining.  

[gothicprep]

i think it's pretty obvious per my posts that i'm a big fan of breaking bad & better call saul (the abqniverse?). anyway, like, someone in a group chat i'm in sent this chart of the ratings per episode of both shows. they're basically inverse of one another.

there are a couple of reasons for this, i'm guessing: the first of which being that breaking bad aired from 2008 to 2013, and this was before the streaming boom. the second being that saul is a more character driven story, while breaking bad is more event driven, so enjoying breaking bad doesn't necessarily translate to enjoying saul.

i also think that saul fumbled the premiere a bit, hence why there was such a big dropoff in viewership after it – like, tuco salamanca is literally in the first episode, and i was a bit worried when i first watched it that it was going to be fan service-y, as i'm sure a lot of other people were. but tuco turned out to be more of a guest star than anything, and the scene was functionally a means of introducing jimmy to nacho.

it's a shame too bc imo, saul is by far the superior show. i feel like my main beef with breaking bad is that there were too many characters in it, and a lot of their arcs are either incomplete or they just aren't characterized very well.

the whole thing with bb is that, while walt is absolutely the most egregious out of all the white/schrader adults, they all are guilty of doing illegal shit when it supports some personal end for them – hank having his distaste for due process, skylar turning a blind eye and helping ted cook his books even though she knows something is off (plus her later involvement with walt's meth shenanigans), and marie shoplifting as a bad coping skill.

but marie is, like, really underdeveloped. and it sucks because understanding marie is important to understanding the show as a whole – she steals shoes after complaining that her work sneakers are ugly and being embarrassed by a rude retail girl at the store, she goes to open houses and lies about who she is (and steals things because, like, of course she does) after hank starts lashing out at her because of his ptsd. i don't know what the baby tiara thing was all about, but i have this dumb pet theory that marie and hank can't have kids and this was some kind of power move related to that – it's not lost on me that marie lies about having children every time she makes shit up about herself during her real estate klepto bender.

she's sort of a low-stakes version of walt's fractured ego & dissatisfaction and she, by my interpretation, serves as a foil that highlights just how silly the heisenberg shit really is.

the white/schrader family serves the narrative as an exploration of "why do some people become heisenberg while others don't". but, like, as much as i love the show, i think it really fumbles the execution of this. or my read could be totally wrong, i'm not sure. either way, the pieces are all there, but they don't always explore them fully.

there's also a joke in some of the sillier abqniverse fan communities of calling walt jr/flynn "breakfast" because the overwhelming majority of his scenes are him eating breakfast lmfao. he's just kind of, like, There.

the character dynamics in bcs, though, are sooooo good. the relationships between jimmy and chuck, jimmy and kim, gus and hector, mike and nacho are all well-developed and textured. i love how lalo's audacity and gus's cold cruelty play against each other. and bcs uses the tragedy of inevitability to its advantage – we know almost all of the characters (barring jimmy/saul/gene... we'll see what happens with kim and howard) are dead in the breaking bad timeline. but overwhelmingly it's just sad to see. it's dramatic tension of a different kind.

plus, bcs establishes just how terrifying gus really is. if you liked him in bb, you'll be salivating in bcs.

i don't know, i think it's criminally neglected even though it's critically acclaimed. my child will watch better call saul.

[shinkun]

bloom: part 2/2 (18+)

aizawa shouta | eraserhead x student!reader

[ read part 1 here ]

word count: 1.8k

genre: alpha/omega, m/f, afab reader, student/teacher, smut with little plot

A late-blooming student finds herself trapped in the school, yearning for someone to ease her unfamiliar, painful urges.

warnings: 18+, smut, omegaverse, rough sex

notes: Thank you for the support on my first piece! Make sure you read it before starting this one. 

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You couldn’t tell if his words were supposed to be patronizing, or if it was just the product of being a full-time instructor, showering you in praises to assure you that you were doing things correctly. Either way, it put your mind at ease and although it was hard to believe given his brooding persona, it was very endearing. 

Aizawa watched as your chest rhythmically rose up and then fell with each guided breath as you began to lean up to catch up with your surroundings. He couldn’t help but feel enamoured by this new-found beauty you emanated that he hadn’t quite seen before, though it was always in front of him. The way your plush lips parted in the center, the way your eyes so innocently and curiously darted around the room, the way your breasts fell gracefully across your chest, so puffy and swollen from the hormones that proceeded to contaminate the space. You noticed a gentle blush creep across his face that hadn’t revealed itself before. 

You took this reaction as an invitation to lunge towards the man. The flame in your core that had temporarily been dulled, had already reignited and was raring to go tenfold. It felt as though something primal had awakened in you, causing your mind to blur and the only way you could find relief, or come back to reality, was to catch that intoxicating, pleasurable high once more. 

You locked your arms around Aizawa’s neck as your mouth immediately meshed with his. You closed your eyes and bit down on his bottom lip before exploring his mouth with your eager tongue. His tongue returned the favour, violating your mouth with thick saliva, spreading the remaining flavours of your slick into your own. It was hot and so sloppy. 

Aizawa didn’t hesitate before readjusting himself on the bench so that both his legs hung over one side. He grabbed you by the waist with him; his large, calloused hands sinking it’s tips into your sides, but refusing to depart from your mouth. Hot little breaths, fluttered against his face while he effortlessly picked you up and perched you on his lap. You clumsily fiddled with the bottom of his shirt, not wanting to abandon his lips for even a second, but reluctantly parting to attempt to pull it off. He dragged his head back for a moment, that devilish smirk still finding its way to his face before aiding you in ridding him of the top. 

Your mind caught up with yourself, if only for a moment, relishing in the man’s physique. Eraserhead’s hero costume did such a good job of disguising your professor as this lanky, grieving figure, ready to pass out at a moment’s notice; of course if he was going to wear the title of hero not only did he have to dress the part, he would have the body of one too. You placed your hand on his chest, gracefully trailing your hands downward; your digits inspecting every ab, every scar, the way that trail of fur lead from his belly down passed his belt. Oh... You paused. 

“Ohhhh, no ya don’t.” His eyes narrowed in on you. “Don’t get all shy on me now, sweetheart. Isn’t this what you needed me for?” He teased, lacing his fingers through yours to force your hand to descend farther, causing it to rub up against the stiff, girthy rod pulsating beneath his trousers. You gulped. Any patience Aizawa had pent up for you was long gone by now. “Undo it.” He commanded, eyeballing the utility belt, trailing around his waist. Without hesitation you complied; a subtle tremble flowing through your fingers as you fidgeted with the buckle. The weight of it pulled through the loops of his pants and fell to the floor with a heavy, thud. “Go on…” He persuaded. You let out an eager sigh as you continued, sliding your pretty fingers along the edge of his waistband before pulling it towards you. It didn’t take long for his length to escape from its fabric cage on it’s own accord, his member dripping and twitching with thick, translucent precum. 

Aizawa planted his hands on your bare ass, gripping your cheeks with some force to ease you even closer to him. His head cocked back slightly when he felt your naked, well-prepped entrance, slide up against his shaft. His fingers pressed hard into your flesh, as he released a few impatient pants from behind clenched teeth, the feeling of your moist folds rubbing against him made him quake. 

This unfamiliar reception escaping his body made your core melt even further. You couldn’t wait anymore and quite frankly, neither could he. You delicately planted a hand around the base of his cock, the other on his stiff abs to keep you steady, curling your fingers around the hot flesh, before slowly straddling his length. Aizawa’s fingers dug into you in anticipation, you knew there would be marks left there later. You rose up on your knees, aligning the top of his reddened head with your entry. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of you as you hesitantly began taking it in. 

“Fuuuuck..k..” Aizawa let out a long drawn out groan as you sunk on top of his member, relishing in the way your tight, heated walls were able to engulf him. The guttural sigh of approval exhaling from his mouth made you shudder more than anything he’d done up until this point. He bit down on his lip as his hands worked their way up your spine, one above the other, blissfully pulling you down against him; his rut now beginning to overtake his mind. He pulled you against him so that your chests were touching, caging you against him with his muscular arms.

A shriek escaped from your mouth as his cock prodded deep into you suddenly; the position you were in causing it to violate parts that you’d never been able to reach. It was thick and painful yet somehow equally exhilarating. On any normal day you were sure his cock would’ve felt like it was ripping you in half, but this heat made him slide right into you almost effortlessly, as if your dripping cunt was made for him. He held his position for a moment, his hesitation making you squirm impatiently beneath him. 

“Haa..zawa…” was the only thing you were able to stammer out in protest as your little hands explored his back, reaching up, twirling and pulling through his dark locks, nails baring into the skin on his back. You couldn’t keep them still and were only able to whine and pant in plea for him to keep moving. It was almost torturous, being stretched out around his girth, feeling the heat and the occasional twitch from it melt your insides but not being allowed to move. God, he loved to tease you.

He gave your temple a soft but reassuring kiss before pumping his hips up and into you, slowly but rhythmically. You grasped him, a little less frantically now, as he finally began to cradle you into him. 

Aizawa’s breath began to pick up in time with his pace, pulling out a little more of his member before thrusting it back in each time. The noises coming from your lower halves were lewd and wet, echoing throughout the vacant locker room. 

“H..How’re you doing, baby?” He asked between grunts, his pelvis making contact even harder than before. 

You were basically salivating by this point, his cock curing those aching pains that once plagued your gut. You’d barely noticed that his voice acknowledged you, you were so clouded by your overwhelmed senses. 

“G..ood..it’s so good…” Your voice belted out amidst shaky whines, eyes rolled back. “Good.” He grumbled while quickening his stride even further, skin viciously slapping against skin. His hands trailed down your body, stroking down your silky, sweat covered skin before settling beneath your thighs. His hands gripped on to them as he suddenly rose up to his feet, using his height as leverage to drill into you even further. Almost instinctively, your legs locked around his midriff, aiding in holding you in place. It didn’t take long before you felt an intense heat build up in your stomach, making your insides flutter. Shouta huffed as your messy walls clenched around him, sensing the edge of your climax. He kept his consistent cadence, slamming into your tight hole, as your body arched in his arms. 

“‘Atta girl, show me how much you love it.. Sing for me.” He praised, his own breath becoming harder to keep under control. Your toes curled as you let out a series of orgasmic squeals, the powerful rush of pleasure overtaking you. Aizawa leaned in, his scruffy chin rubbing against you as he littered your neck with gentle kisses, never once slowing down. “Mhnn…” He groaned up against your throat as you panted inconsistently, riding it out as cum slid down your backside. 

“..Now it’s your turn to make Sensei feel good. You think you can handle it?” You swallowed hard, barely having recovered from the sensation that just shook through your body. You were already overwhelmed by his cock sloshing around your newly sensitive pussy, but refused to decline and could feel he wasn’t close behind. You merely let out a quick nod as you buried your face into the crook of his neck, inhaling his intoxicating sweat mixed musk for support. 

Aizawa turned to his side, shoving you up against the wall; your frame hitting it a bit too carelessly. Your fingers tangled through his raven hair, grasping on to it and his back as if for dear life, his hips relentlessly bucking up against you. 

That’s when you noticed it, the way it felt like your entrance was having trouble keeping up with him. The bottom of his cock was beginning to swell causing you to wince and writh beneath him. “I warned you.” He could feel you cringe as the bulbous base of his dick forced itself inside. You let out an unexpected gasp at the pressure, trying to make room for his feral member. Shouta pinned you against his pelvis before relieving himself with a final few pumps, precipitously allowing his cock to paint the inside of your swollen snatch, locking you both in place. 

Everything burned, and tingled, and before you knew it this feeling of extreme fullness made you escape to your own final climax; his cum making your head spin as another shudder and wail slipped from between your lips. You shivered in his grasp as each other's juices mixed deep within you, occasionally bubbling and dripping down your thighs. 

“Mmm…” He gently stroked your scalp while supporting you with one arm, his mouth creeping up beside your ear. “We’re going to be like this for a while.” The air from his voice alone causing a chill to ripple through your body and a soft whimper to emerge in reply as you sunk into his chest.

[imjeralee]

can you maybe write for Childe, Zhongli, Link, and Human!Revali where theyre immortal or live for a very long time, and one day their s/o gets hurt and dies in their arms? then years later they stumble across them again, theyre a different person but they have the same soul. yet.. they dont remember them right away...but then they fall in love again? im feeling angsty, apologies

Hi anon! thanks for the ask and sorry for the delay!! I’m afraid I wasn’t able to write a Link and Human!Revali headcanon for the time being (I will write and post Link and Revali HCs later, sorry!!!!!) but I was able to write something for Childe and Zhongli for now so here goes.

PS they’re really long so it’s below the cut. I might as well have written some fanfics on this since they’re pretty much stories XD

Childe: 

WARNINGS for violence/blood here -

When he’s dispatched the last of your attackers, he rushes back to your side and finds you lying on the ground. At first he thinks you’re playing as you usually tease each other, and so he drops beside you with a hefty sigh before he scoops you up and into his arms.

“Hey, you good? Don’t tell me those guys gave you a run for your money,” he says, grinning. He’s out of breath, sweating slightly.

When you don’t reply, however, at first he thinks you’re still teasing but it’s quickly replaced with concern. He knows something is wrong. You let out a pained moan and close your eyes, murmuring his name weakly. His playful, jovial attitude dissolves into panic. Childe sits up properly with you in his arms, giving you a little shake and asking what’s wrong.

As he turns you round in his arms, he notices you’re bleeding profusely from a grievous wound. No longer smiling, panic takes ahold of him. “What happened? No, no, no, this can’t be. This can’t be happening. Stay with me Y/N, stay with me.” Planting his hands on the sides of your face, making you look at him. “Look at me. That’s it. Just keep looking at me. You’re gonna be okay. You’re gonna be okay.” He keeps chanting that over and over again as he glances around the area frantically before he attempts to lift you off the ground but you stop him. It’s too late.

Instead, you merely hold his hand firmly and he entwines your fingers together and you see the fear and despair in his eyes. You tell him you’re not going to make it but he shakes his head. 

“Everything’s gonna be okay, you hear? Teucer’s waiting for you to take him to the seaside, remember? We were…we were meant to go to the seaside together.” 

As he speaks, he holds you tightly and he feels your laborious breathing against his chest and he keeps talking until you go still and quiet in his arms and he stops. At first, he can’t bear to bring himself to look at you and holds you firmly against his chest, resting his chin atop your head, closing his eyes. 

Then he begins to weep.

A broken man, Childe vows revenge, swearing vengeance on your killers. In a blind rage, he spends countless of years hunting them down one by one. It’s not hard to achieve considering he has all the time in the world. His most recent excursion leads him to the final ringleader who lives in a citadel. Childe kills all the guards and everyone else who stands in his way until he reaches his target. At first, the man fights him but Childe overpowers him easily.

“Who the hell are you?” the man screams.

Childe rips off his mask to reveal his face. “Remember me?” He snarls.

The man goes wide-eyed and tries to run away with Childe in pursuit, but before Childe can reach him, the man has grabbed a random person in his way and thrown them onto Childe’s path as a human shield.

“Father!?” Childe hears the person exclaiming in shock as they’re roughly shoved towards Childe’s direction. Childe realises the man has grabbed their kid to use as the human shield. 

Disgusted, Childe is about to deal the finishing blow until he catches them mid fall and their gazes meet; those eyes. They remind him of….you

And something deep inside him screams STOP! And Childe is briefly brought to a halt in his rampage. He doesn’t recognise them, but he feels your soul within.

What the frick? You had reincarnated into this bastard’s kid??? He’s shocked for a brief moment and a few guards who are still alive manage to sneak up on him. Childe returns to action mode and fights off his attackers, grabs you, and whilst he doesn’t get the chance to kill his target, he escapes the citadel with you in his clutches and you’re left screaming for help.

You’ve been abducted by Childe and he’s taken you to the forest where he pins you against the tree and forces you to look at him, left and right, up and down. Whilst you plead and beg for mercy with your eyes squeezed shut and knees quaking, he lets go of you harshly. He doesn’t want to believe it’s you, but there’s no doubt about it. He senses your soul within. He recognises your eyes. You’ve reincarnated. 

“Show me.” He demands.

“…What?”

“Your birthmark. The one on your shoulder?”

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about. I don’t have any-”

“Don’t lie to me.”

He turns you round and pulls on your shirt to expose the back of your shoulder where your birthmark is. Whilst you wonder how the hell he knows you have a mark, he lets go of you then and you quickly pull your clothes back on properly, face red. What the hell!!! 

Childe just staring at you in brief shock. 

“It’s you. It’s really you.”

A lot of emotions are going through him right now; he’s relived and so damn happy, at the same time he’s like confused and angry by the whole situation

But the first thing he does is hug you tightly.

And the first thing you do is grab the nearest rock and bludgeon his head with it.

He’s taken aback and lets go of you, stumbling backwards with a bleeding head but he easily shakes off your assault and throws the rock to the side and you’re terrified, inching away as he goes, “Did you think that would kill me? I’ll let you in a little secret; I’m immortal.” 

Not really sure who/what you’re dealing with, you flee but you hear him yelling, “You can run but you can’t hide!”

And as you toss a glance over your shoulder, he’s still standing there for a split second before he promptly vanishes from his spot. This weird cat and mouse game ensues with Childe stalking you through the forest and you’re either trying to run or hide until he finally catches you and pins you against the ground. You can’t escape.

“Calm down. I’m not going to hurt you,” he murmurs, but you don’t believe him. “Just…stay with me for a few days, okay?”

It doesn’t matter; over the next few days, you’re effectively Childe’s prisoner and he seems to enjoy teasing you; he tried to talk to you but you refused and ignored him. It was quite difficult to do so especially when its time for dinner and he’s cooking grilled tiger fish - which is actually your favourite food - and although you’re salivating, he looks at you and grins and waves the grilled tiger fish on a stick in front of you, going, “Hungry?”

You turn away with a frown and he shrugs, “Suit yourself. But I know it’s your favourite.”

You’re confused and about to ask him, but you hear him eating and throw a glance at him to see he’s chomping down and your stomach rumbles. You choose to sleep instead to ignore the hunger but you wake up during the night, starving.

“Eat this,” says a voice, and a grilled tiger fish is plopped down in front of you and Childe is there, crouching by your side. He leaves you alone so you can eat.

You’re surprised by your captor’s behaviour and you initially hate him for what he’s done however he doesn’t harm you in any way. He doesn’t keep you tied up or anything and he’s quite entertained should you ever try to run away because he’ll always just catch up to you and just pick you up and throw you over his shoulder or something and carry you back. 

Your travels with Childe continues but you don’t get the feeling that he hates you or wants to hurt you in anyway. In fact, he keeps surprising you by providing you with your favourite food, favourite drinks and other stuff. It confuses you and though you want to ask him, you’re a little too afraid as to what he might just tell you. Some days you even come across him looking at you a little forlornly but just when you notice, he changes in a split second and will grin at you. Even when it’s nighttime and you’re meant to take a bath, he won’t perv on you. When you arrive at the next village, he asks for a nice room for the two of you and allows you to take the bed, eat as much as you want etc etc. In fact, he’s….taking care of you. He even starts buying you things and whilst you turn down everything he offers, you see his expression crumble and you don’t know what he’s trying to do.

One night he sleeps in the open and you grab a knife, about to drive it in his throat although you’re not sure how much good that’ll do but then you hear him murmur, “You don’t know it…but I’ve been looking for you forever…and I’ve been waiting for you for such a long time… and you end up being the kid of that bastard…the one who killed you, the one who took you away from me….the one who started all this in the first place…”

Confused by what you had just heard, you watch him in steely silence before you slowly lower your hand and put away the knife. The next day he goes “I know what you were trying to do last night. Why didn’t you do it?” 

“I didn’t want to. I’m not a killer like you.” You quip back, but he merely laughs. 

The days continue but the dynamic seems to have changed; when Childe gets you something, you start thanking him and he goes red in the face and you also begin to feel weird around him. Before long, you’re both having food together, having some conversations and you’re accustomed to travelling around with him. He’ll always keep you safe and make sure you have a warm bed each night too. Sometimes when he looks at you, you don’t look away either.

Before long, your father’s men finally catches up; they begin to hunt you and Childe down and you’re stunned when you realised you’re about to get rescued. Something terrible flickers in your mind - maybe you don’t want to be rescued and you want to stay with Childe? After all, he’s taken you to so many places and you’ve seen so many things. Your father kept you cooped up in the citadel for years and this is really the first time you’ve experienced freedom.

Also, you don’t want Childe to get caught. You want him to run away. But he won’t run away without you. And when you question this, he goes, “I can’t afford to lose you again!!”

During the chase, a bunch of arrows are fired towards your direction and you’re worried about Childe, but when the arrows are about to hit you, you squeeze your eyes shut but nothing happens. Reopening your eyes, you see Childe has shield you with his body.

You’re surrounded and as Childe falls, collapsing into your arms, he’s quickly captured and you are returned home. But everything feels boring and dull now, and your father seems more occupied in torturing Childe than checking to see if you’re alright. You ask your father what happened between him and Childe and he tells you he killed his lover many years ago and now Childe has been seeking revenge. When you ask him why he killed Childe’s lover, your father just laughs and says there was no reason.

You’re conflicted. What is this? Why do you feel pity for Childe, and anger towards your father? Why do you feel you are more on Childe’s side now?

I’m in love with him, you realise -- much to your shock. 

Your father announces Childe will be executed by dawn and you hastily rush to where they’re holding him, hoping not to be seen. When you find Childe, he’s badly beaten but still alive and you quickly unshackle him and as he sees you freeing him, he smiles at you; when the last of his shackle is unlocked, he falls forwards but you catch him and your gazes meet.

“Go,” you whisper.

“Not without you. Come with me.” He murmurs, placing a hand to your cheek. “I can’t lose you again.”

You don’t even need to think twice, nodding.

Zhongli

He didn’t think you would ever die... and in his arms no less. He found you after the battle and when he saw that you were grievously wounded, he could not believe his eyes. He was too late and unable to save you, so he merely held you in his arms as you told him with weak breaths that this was the end. He promises that he’ll find you again and holds you tightly as he feels your warmth slowly disappearing, the life escaping from your eyes and then you were simply…gone

For a while, he merely sat with you in the ashen field, cradling you tightly to his chest before he picked you up and retreated silently. No one would see him for several centuries following that but it was rumoured he went to the mountains to bury you. He was in mourning.

Zhongli never forgot you and his love for you never went away so he’s comforted by the fact that your soul will be reincarnated albeit into a different vessel and as he promised, begins to search for your whereabouts when it’s finally time.

He roams the world to no end and many decades pass. Eventually he gets tired and one day he even passes out from exhaustion, reverting to a dragon form to recuperate.

And you’re walking home from the mountains and you come across this huge dragon resting on a rock and you’re like oh my archon. But it looks like he’s sick so as you approach nervously and poke at his body gently with a stick (no response), and also press your ear against his scaly belly (he’s breathing and you can hear a heartbeat), you’re aware the dragon is still alive. You quickly rush home to grab some makeshift medicine made from herbs and return to the sick dragon

Zhongli too weary to open his eyes or lift his head, and as he drifts in and out of consciousness, he thinks he hears your voice and he’s comforted by the familiarity and as you sit with him, stroking his horns and mane, he kind of inches towards you and into your arms. As the day progresses, the sun is particularly harsh so you set up little parasols and pull huge leaves over his head to provide as much shade as possible. Occasionally the dragon has nightmares but you’re able to calm him down by petting him 

When it gets dark, you need to head home but you’re a little reluctant, so you leave behind some food for him and drape a blanket over his body (though this doesn’t cover him much). However, during the night, it’s thunder and lightning and you get worried for the dragon so you rush back out and you find the dragon being battered by the rain whilst curled up into a tight ball and shivering under the blanket so you quickly try to move him but oh lawd he heavy and suddenly the blanket gets blown away by the wind when he lifts a claw so you race after it and end up almost falling off a cliff - to your surprise, the dragon swoops down to save you and you faint but before you black out, you think you see a young man in the dragon’s place, staring at you with much intrigue

He has the same eyes as the dragon

That night, you have strange dreams of that man. He acts as if he knows you, calls you by a different name and you are also his lover. The dream is long, but ends with your demise - which forces you to wake up in a panic

You’re surrounded by the coiled up dragon who has gotten better from your care but when he wakes up, he’s cautious and observes you for a few moments. 

You and this dragon staring at each other until you slowly reach a hand to touch him 

Your hand lands over his snout and you’re surprised he’s allowing you to pat him, but whatever, you’re super happy at his recovery and you can go home now. It’s time to part ways and as you head towards the direction of your home, you throw glances over your shoulder to see the dragon watching you silently

On the way, you think about the dragon and the strange dreams and attract the attention of a group of treasure hoarders who are wandering around the wilderness. However, to your surprise, you are saved by a young man - and it’s the very man from your dreams! He manages to defeat the bandits but you see he’s hurt and he almost collapses if you weren’t there to catch him. The moment he landed in your arms and that same sense of familiarity swept over you. You’re quick enough to react and sweep those thoughts away and bring the poor man home, lugging his polearm over your back along with your basket

You look after this young man and nurse him back to health. During this time, he looks at you strangely and when he’s sleeping, his calls out the name you were called in the dream. When you think he’s having a nightmare and you go over to check if he’s ok, giving him a little shake on the arm, he throws his arms around you and holds you close, begging you not to leave him and that he had spent eons looking for you. When you tell him he’s got the wrong person…it’s as though he comes to his senses and he quickly releases you, apologising for his behaviour and thanking you for his hospitality

He tells you his name is Zhongli and because he’s injured, you give him the spare room in the back and take care of him. During this period of interaction, at first it’s quite strange and maybe a little awkward, because hell he is an insanely attractive man (he can’t be single, no way) and you’re bustling around the house, doing chores/cleaning up or tending to your garden and he watches you the entire time and this goes on for a few days before he joins in to help when you’re hanging up the laundry though you don’t want him to help because he’s injured but he assures you he wants to do his part. 

So Zhongli becomes a part of your everyday life where during the day and you both have breakfast together before you head to the market together to buy groceries and later, he accompanies you to pick herbs in the mountain. 

One day you’re tired so he sits with you and massages your leg and you’re so embarrassed but at the same time, your heart is beating like crazy. He even carries you down the steep path all the way home. 

At night time and you sit together on the front porch watching fireflies and chatting idly for hours. 

He ends up staying for a long time and one day, when it’s time to redress his wound, you notice he’s completely healed - and it looks like he actually healed up a while ago. You blink in confusion before turning to him and he looks at you before he reaches for your hand and holds it firmly, smoothing his thumb over the back of your hand

A distant memory, more like deja vu, flickers through your mind and you realise Zhongli has held your hand like this before and you run out of the room, confused. Zhongli worried he scared you off so he doesn’t pursue you

When it’s night, you dream again but it’s becoming so vivid you end up confused the next morning, waking up in an unfamiliar house and in an unfamiliar body and screaming for Zhongli. As you calm down, he holds you in his arms and it reminds you of the dream you had when you died in his embrace. You briefly forget yourself for a moment before murmuring Zhongli’s name - and it reminds him of how you used to say his name eons ago and he gets sentimental, giving in because he knows you are the reincarnation of his lover and when you kiss, that’s when everything floods back and you remember everything 

Finally reunited with your lover, you share an embrace, determined not to be separated ever again