#got hit by a Hold Person and got RINSED

[invinciblerodent]

god, why did it take me this long and this many playthroughs to realize that the tiefling who gets shot at the gate of the Grove is most likely named that because his death is a Kanon event

[wcnderlnds]

home sweet home | choi seung-hyun (t.o.p)

・❥・ summary: after his big interview, you go over to make sure he's okay and there's a shift in the friendship. ・❥・word count: 941 ・❥・warnings: none! oh, except for kissing, i guess. ・❥・ authors note: ok im nervous about this one. i havent wrote fics for musicians, etc. in years so we'll see how it goes but im so down bad for this man

Each glance at the clock made your heart beat just a little faster, the hours ticking by slowly. If you were nervous then you couldn’t even imagine how he felt. His first interview in years — it had to be the most daunting experience to put himself back into the spotlight like that. Your foot tapped against the floor of your apartment as you waited for the clock to hit 3PM. That was the time you’d told him you’d go over to his place to check on him. His interview would’ve been over by then and it gave him some time to process things on his own. Most of the time Seung-hyun liked to isolate himself but if there was one person in the world that he’d let see him at his most vulnerable, it was you. Not like he had a choice anyway. Whether he wanted it or not, you were always checking on him. He was your nearest and dearest friend so you couldn’t let him face his demons on his own.

Seung-hyun appreciated it more than he would ever be able to explain to you. As of now, you were the only person he hadn’t shut out — his guiding light in the darkness of his life for the past few years. You were a big reason why he thought more positively these days, why he even had the courage to pick himself up and get back out into the world.

Finally, 3PM came and without hesitation, you made your way over to his place. As you raised your fist to knock, the door pulled open. There he stood, a smile on his face as his dark, floppy hair got in the way of his glasses. He pushed his hair back as you stepped inside. It really was a crime how this man could look so good at any given time. He really had been blessed with amazing genes. His hair with no product in, the glasses framing his face and the comfortable hoodie he was wearing made your heart almost skip a beat.

“How’d it go?” You asked as you wrapped your arms around him in a tight hug.

“Okay,” he replied, his arms wrapping around you, holding you against his chest. “Scary but I did it and that’s the main thing. It’s long overdue.”

“I’m so proud of you,” you smiled. As you pulled back, you let your arms rest on his forearms, gazing up into his gorgeous dark eyes. “Baby steps, yeah? Go at your own pace. But, for now, let’s eat and you can tell me all about it.”

The dinner was spent with you both laughing, him telling stories of how the interview went, you telling him about your day — he was always so willing to listen to every word you said. The way he looked at you paired with the way he was always so attentive was any person’s dream. Seung-hyun was a catch; anyone with eyes could see that. Yours had been closed for so long but now? You were starting to realise that maybe, just maybe, what you both needed had been right in front of you this whole time.

As the two of you stood in the kitchen clearing up, you ran a plate under the sink, rinsing off the debris so you could put it in the dishwasher. Spinning around, you came face to chest with Seung-hyun who had been standing behind you placing something in the cabinet above your head. You gulped at the proximity, his fingers sliding over yours as he took the plate from your hand. It was only brief contact but it was enough to make your heart speed up.

“Here, let me do that,” he said quietly, his deep voice like music to your ears. It took him all of two seconds to reach over, bend down and place it in the dishwasher before he was back facing you. 

“Thank you,” your voice was soft, eyes locking with his as you glanced up.

Seung-hyun gently tucked a stray piece of your hair behind your ear, his fingers skimming your cheek as he pulled back. Your breath caught in your throat. It was like time had frozen still for a moment — nothing but you and your best friend locked in this monumental piece of time where you realised this was more than friendship. Maybe it always had been. Your heart had just finally decided to catch up and realise it. From the moment you had met this amazing, incredible man, he’d had a piece of your heart. All you ever wanted to do was protect him, care for him like he deserved. The world had been cruel to him but you’d make sure that nothing would be again.

It was as if he was reading your mind, his hand cupping your cheek, the pad of his thumb caressing the soft skin of your cheek. Who was going to be the first to make a move? Was it worth risking the friendship? It seemed like it to Seung-hyun as he leaned forward and ever so gently pressed his lips to yours, eyes fluttering shut. Your hands rested on his chest, lips moving together in perfect sync. Like two puzzle pieces finally coming together. You could feel him smiling against your lips, pulling back ever so slightly. Your lips parted, chest rising and falling with each breath. 

“Can I do that again?” He asked almost breathlessly. 

You didn’t even say a word instead placing your hand at the back of his neck and pulling him back down to your lips. Yeah, there was definitely no going back now.

[bubblegumgothglados]

This is my RACK focused judgment free primer for heavy impact play. It covers every part of the body from head to toe and at no point does it say you can’t do something just the risks of doing so. I don't normally put warnings on my posts but most of my writing is fantasy, this isn't. I'm going to talk about any number of painful deaths and heaps more ways of becoming disabled.

In this primer "you" means the one doing the hitting, "victim" is the one being hit, and "tool" is the thing you're hitting with which could be a fist, foot, hammer, bat, anything. I'm writing it this way because its fun for me.

This primer also assumes you know the different types of impacts and how they affect the body, if you don't go look at my other writings.

Finally i take no responsibility for anything you do. All this information is what i could put together from medical journals and car crash reports if I've got anything wrong (and you can prove it) please let me know.

Enjoy

Head. With hits to the head, the two major concerns are concussions and neck injuries. A concussion occurs when a person’s brain impacts with the inside of their skull, this happens because the brain is suspended in fluid so if the skull stops or starts moving suddenly the brain will move out of sync with the skull. Symptoms of concussions can include headaches, confusion, lack of coordination, memory loss, nausea, vomiting, dizziness, ringing in the ears, sleepiness, and excessive fatigue. If your victim lost consciousness for any length of time and is having trouble speaking or understanding your words, you need to get them to the ER. There is no cure for a concussion but the best treatment is pain medication and activities that won’t tax the brain to give it time to recover. There are any number of ways to damage a neck, but generally it happens when a person’s neck is moved suddenly and violently or pushed past its limit. Minor injuries should heal by themselves within a few weeks but if unlucky pain and stiffness can last months or even years. For more major injuries, physical therapy or a neck brace might be necessary but only if the pain lasts longer than a few weeks. It’s also possible to hit someone hard enough to break their neck or fracture their skull but that takes a lot of force. All of these injuries can be avoided by supporting your victim’s head and neck by bracing their head against a surface or holding their head with your hand.

Jaw. It takes surprisingly little force to dislocate a jaw, you can do so with a good slap Dislocations are talked about in Note 3 at the bottom of this primer. Heavy bleeding from gums or a tooth that feels loose could indicate a fractured root. This is a fairly minor issue and if you see a dentist quickly they should be able to fix it back in place with no lasting damage. A tooth that has been knocked out completely should survive; get your victim to rinse their mouth out and rinse the tooth off and shove it back into the gap, and then have them see a dentist to make sure it’s properly seated and avoid chewing with it for a while.

Eyes. A fun combination of fragile and complicated. There's no first aid tips I can give you and it'll be real obvious if something is wrong. I will say you don't have to hit someones eye to give them a black eye, it’s bruising around the eye socket that matters. Also check Note 1 about the use of ice when treating injuries.

Nose. It’s more difficult than you think to break a nose. You definitely can with a good punch but you'll have to really commit. A broken nose isn't that serious (I've broken mine twice now) and isn't even ER worthy. If your victim is leaning backwards after breaking their nose the blood will run down the back of their throat potentially making them vomit or very sick. There is a chance a broken nose will heal in a way that restricts breathing in which case your victim may need surgery.

Cheek bone. Below the temple but above the gum line, running from just bellow their ear to their nose. Special mention to this spot because it’s the best place to hit your victim in the head (in my opinion). This piece of bone is very sturdy and not that risky to fracture. Plus, when you hit them here they have to watch it coming.

Neck. The windpipe, jugular, cranial nerves, vagus nerve, carotid arteries, and spine all live here and damage to any of these can cause permanent disability or death. Seek medical attention if your victim has trouble breathing or swallowing, or a lot of pain or swelling. Stingy tools are far less risky here than thuddy tools.

Shoulders. Note 2 on joints. The shoulder blades can either be an ideal impact location or one of the most risky depending on how it’s sitting. If the shoulder blade is jutting out away from the rest of the back, it’s very easy to damage If it’s laying flat against the back, it’s protected by a thick layer of fat and muscle.

Biceps. Top 4 impact location. The main concern is damaging the elbow and shoulder joints, if hitting in a way that will pull on those joints. Much like with the head, bracing the impact area against a surface will minimize the risk. Repeated hits to this area can temporarily disable the arm, which is fun.

Forearm. As above, the main risk is damaging the adjoining joints. There are also several important blood vessels and nerves running through this area and not a lot of fat an muscle to protect them.

Hands. Very little fat or muscle, mostly tendons, nerves, and cartilage. See Note 2 on joints. Special note to the palm, which hurts like hell but is relatively safe because of the extra muscle and fat in that area, great for punishment. Once again, stingy tools are much less risky than thuddy tools.

Breasts/ biceps. Top 4 impact locations. Thick layers of fat, muscle, and bone protect anything vital.

Sternum. That is the bone running down the center of a person’s chest that connects to their ribs. Not in itself very fragile but the cartilage that connects it to the ribs is easily damaged and will take a long time to heal. A fractured sternum will likely cause shortness of breath and pain when taking deep breaths. There's not much to be done about these injuries just rest and avoiding strenuous activity.

Spine. The single most risky impact location. Any damage to the spine risks permanent paralysis of everything below that point. As ever, stingy tools present less risk than thuddy tools.

Rib cage. Designed to protect a person’s most vital organs, the rib cage is very strong. Fractured ribs will cause pain breathing but aren't particularly serious. Snapped ribs can pierce organs If this happens, it'll be immediately obvious and medical intervention is required to prevent painful death. Special note to the 'floating' ribs at the bottom of a persons rib cage which don't connect to the sternum and are therefore much less resilient. Second special note to the spot right above a persons heart. A significantly hard impact at exactly the wrong moment in their cardiac cycle can stop their heart. They will loose consciousness and you will need to give them CPR until they can be defibrillated. This is ridiculously unlikely but better to mention just in case.

Abdomen. If you feel around your victim’s belly, you can figure out the line where their abdominal muscles sit. If you have them tense these muscles, you can hit them fairly hard with relatively little risk because the muscles plus the fat in that area create a thick layer of protection. (Pro tip: "Stay tense or this will might kill you" is not only true but hot and terrifying). Outside of that area or if they don't tense, there's real risk of bruising or even rupturing their intestines, which carries a 50-70% survival rate depending on how quickly you can get them to the ER. Symptoms to look out for are bloating, diarrhea, loss of appetite, and fatigue. Special note to the kidneys, which sit next to the backbone just below the rib cage and are very easily bruised. The primary symptom to look for is blood when peeing. As always, stingy tools carry less risk than thuddy tools.

Gluteus maximus. That's their butt. Hit it as hard as your victim will let you. Enough has been said about this region; I don't feel the need to recover that ground. Note 4 on bruises.

Genitals. I'm not going to get into CBT, that's a separate kink. But the vagina is very durable as it’s pretty much just flesh and fat on the outside Minimal risk, go to town.

Thigh. Top 4 impact location. Outer thigh will hurt more and bruise more. As with the head and arms, the primary risk is damaging the adjoining joints. Note 4 on bruises because this is the primary place for DVT.

Calf. As above. Shins are also a great location for punishment because they hurt like hell.

Feet. Very similar to hands. The soles of a person’s foot are intended to impact with the ground frequently and with some force, so they can take a fair bit of punishment.

Note 1. Ice. It is no longer suggested injury procedure to use ice to reduce swelling. Yes, it is effective at reducing swelling but we now understand swelling is an important part of the healing process and although ice might make it feel and look better in the short term, it actually increases the amount of time the injury will take to heal. You want the blood to be able to flow to the injury to take away dead cells and bring nutrients and energy.

Note 2. Joints. Neck, spine, shoulders, elbows, wrists, fingers, hips, knees, ankles, and toes. The reason these are almost always labeled "red" or "no go" on impact play body maps is because these are choke points for blood vessels and nerves; they are made of fragile tendons and cartilage, and they have very little padding for protection. They're also important for movement day to day and very difficult to heal properly. If a joint is damaged, you can buy braces for every joint from most pharmacies.

Note 3. Dislocations. If you're lucky, a partial dislocation will relocate by itself if you move the joint around as you normally would, not forcing it or trying to manipulate it with your hand, just moving it with its own muscles. If it does naturally relocate but you still have pain a few weeks later seek a medical professional. If you're unlucky or if it’s a total dislocation, you will have to see a medical professional. DO NOT TRY TO FORCE IT BACK INTO PLACE!

Note 4. Bruises. Normally, bruises are nothing to worry about but there are situations where a deep bruise can be a health concern. If the bruise continues to get worse after a week, there could be a hematoma under the skin, which is like a blood clot, and might need to be removed. The other possible complication is Deep Vein Thrombosis, which is a blood clot and can be lethal, if not treated quickly. With DVT, the symptoms are tenderness, warmth, and a "pulling sensation" which are pretty normal impact play symptoms. But if you're doing impact play at the level that could cause DVT, then you and your victim should know their healing process intimately, so if something feels off or isn't healing right, get them to a medical professional; better safe than dead.

[pleasebegood]

thinking about when i controlled my partner’s bladder in person and ….damn.

it started about mid-day i think; i was still at home, so over text. i told him when to start holding good and early so that when i’d get to his place that evening, he’d already be nice and desperate. we went back and forth all day texting, with me telling him to drink more water and reminding him how far away his relief was going to be, him updating me how bad it was getting with every hour. i got to his place maybe around seven that night, he’d been holding for a good four hours by then i think — he has a notoriously small bladder, which i tease him for often, so this was quite a feat already. once i got there, the real torment could start. he was already asking me for relief , while also being desperately horny for it. he was constantly kissing me, touching me, hoping maybe that would sway me to let him go. of course, that wasn’t happening.

about an hour later, i had to pee. i’d been drinking electrolytes for a while, which always go right through me. i told him multiple times that i was starting to feel an urge, though it wasn’t terrible, how good it was going to feel when i got to piss and he didn’t. it was driving him crazy. i enjoyed that for a bit while building up my own need. eventually, i told him to get in the bathtub, leaving on just his underwear. i stripped down and climbed on top of him. his dick was so hard with anticipation. he’d been begging me to pee on him for days. i straddled his lap, grinding on him a little just to tease him. Then right over his dick, i started pissing. i was so turned on, it took some effort to get going, but quickly i pissed all over his lap while he whimpered and clung onto me. i told him he better keep holding—though i was sure feeling my warm piss soaking into his underwear was making it so much worse. and it was. i told him to get up and rinse off. the water from the shower head was even more torture. for a second, his legs buckled and i was sure he was about to lose it. but instead, a huge drop of pre-cum dribbled out instead, sliding from the tip of his hard cock down his leg. i praised him for that; my pussy was throbbing.

i made him dry off and get redressed. i had him wearing gray sweatpants, obviously, so any leaks would be nice and obvious. we laid down in his bed, and i got on top of him again, kissing him hard and putting all my weight on his bladder. he kept squirming and groaning, struggling to even kiss me back while he was this desperate. it was so adorable. i kept this up for a while, and to my surprise, he still hadn’t leaked. at this point, it was far past how long he’d ever held before. we moved to the couch, along the way i forced him to fill up his water bottle so he could keep drinking. just the sound of the water from the rap rushing into the bottle had him pressing his legs together and begging me to let it end. of course i wasn’t going to. i reminded him, “you know i’m not going to let you piss voluntarily. you’re going to hold it until you absolutely can’t anymore.”

we sat back on the couch together, and i alternated climbing over him to press into his bladder with all my body weight, and sitting beside him stroking his dick through his pants. every once in a while, for good measure, i’d press down hard on his bladder with both hands and he’d cry out in pain. by this point, he was nearly beyond words. bordering delirious, he could barely put a sentence together. he was still trying to beg me to let him piss, but the question kept falling short as he could only laugh and grind his teeth. he finished another full water bottle. i was so impressed.

“do you want me to-to fill it up again?” he managed to ask. of course i did.

standing up from the couch almost pushed him over the edge as the gravity shift hit him. he had to stand still with his legs crossed to regain control before we could go back to the kitchen. but again, to my surprise, he made it. i praised him for how good he was being, and that had him even more whimpering and delirious. it was so deliciously pathetic, i was losing my mind. he filled up the bottle again, each painful second of the water flowing made him beg me more and more. when he straightened back up, even that slight shift had him falling apart. this is when he started to lose it.

he stood in the kitchen—and i say “stood” generously. he was constantly moving back and forth, alternating feet and crossing his legs over and over again while he told me he wasn’t going to last much longer. finally, to my absolute pleasure, a leak hit. it was enough to soak a little wet spot through the front of his pants. he begged harder—he couldn’t be still at all, and now that the first leak had come out, i knew there was no way he’d last much longer.

but still, i blocked the path to the bathroom. he begged more, and another spurt burst out. it slid down his leg, and though it was a faint enough stream to not show its path, i could see it darken the cuff of his pants around his ankle. i let him move to the bathroom, and he shuffled carefully along, leaking a bit more with every step.

“we may be in the tub now, but you better keep holding,” i told him as i pushed him against the wall of the bathtub. he groaned, falling back against the wall and barely able to hold himself up. i leaned my body fully into his, pressing on his bladder as i slid my leg between his.

his head fell onto my shoulder; his body was so run down he couldn’t support himself anymore. a bigger spurt jetted out, pouring directly onto my leg. he moaned and kept on begging. finally, right against his ear, i told him he could let go.

the floodgates opened immediately. he started pissing full force. the hot stream ran down both of our legs where i kept my thigh pressed between his. he must’ve pissed for a minute while he clung desperately to me, both arms hugged tight around me. i was the only thing holding him upright at this point; his legs were giving out beneath him, but i had him pinned to the wall firmly enough he couldn’t fall. once all the piss was drained from his body, he couldn’t stop thanking me. he was still completely delirious, but now from relief rather than desperation.

i gave him a minute to come back, just holding him like that while i savored the feeling of his soaked pants on my skin. when he was able to speak sentences again, he told me how orgasmic had felt to let go. he said it felt so good, he didn’t even need to come after that. we rinsed off, and i took him back to bed to cuddle and praise him for what a good boy he’d been for me.

[girlokwhatever]

can u do reader coming home drunk after a nightout and paige takes care of her?🥺 (smut or fluff is fine)

𝄞₊ ⊹˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ taking care of you,,

paige bueckers x fem!reader

paige is sitting in your shared apartment’s living room when she hears you fumbling with the keys outside. she immediately sets down her textbook, opening the door before you can even find the right key. she’s been expecting your arrival after you texted her a jumble of words, piecing together ‘home’ and ‘soon.’

you went out with a few of your friends from class to a local club, trying to unwind after a stressful few weeks. of course she wanted you to have fun but sometimes if other people were drinking, you tended to do the same. unfortunately for you, you were a lightweight.

“baby!” your eyes gleam at her, wide and glossy. you’re a bit of a bubbly drunk tonight, finding everything funny and somewhat joyful. you smiled at your girlfriend and jumped into her, craving her touch after being away for a few hours.

“hey ma, how was your night? had fun?” she catches you, holding the back of your thighs when you wrap your legs around her. your smile immediately turns to a dramatic frown, bottom lip pouted out. she has to resist the urge to kiss you, settling for the feeling of your body heat on hers.

“this guy was flirting with me paigey,”

“oh yeah?”

“yeah, told ‘em i have a pretty girlfriend already.”

now she’s smiling at you like a dope, pride swelling in her heart at your little story. you’re smiling with pride too, as if you just got told you did a good job. you’re paige’s favorite person in the world, no doubt. so hearing you brag about her is something that makes her feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

“how much did you drink?” she’s closing the door now, not missing the smell of alcohol when your soft breath hits her face. you shrug your shoulders because you genuinely have no clue. just from your answer, or lack of one, she knows it was a lot more than you can probably handle for one night.

you drop your legs from around your girlfriend and she lets you, letting go of the grip she has on your thighs. you wobble for a second while you adjust to standing on your own again. paige watches you carefully, slightly concerned at how out of it you seem. she finds herself getting a little angry at your friends for letting you drink so much, but she lets it go because she knows it was all in good fun.

“oh.. wow. that’s not-“ your hands are on your stomach and paige knows what’s about to happen. she’s ushering you to the bathroom, lifting the toilet lid, and pulling any loose hair out of your face. she lets you get it all out, patting your back and telling you it’s ok, the same way she always does. if you weren’t battered drunk it would probably make you blush.

“are you okay?”

you silently nod, already feeling a bit more sober. paige sends you a soft smile, kissing your forehead and pulling away again to turn on the shower. she grabs your pj’s from your room and when she comes back you’re half asleep against the wall.

“baby, gotta get you cleaned up okay?”

now you’re both in the shower together while paige lathers the shampoo and conditioner into your hair. you pleaded with her to get in with you, still not feeling the best. she said yes, tied her hair up in a bun, took off her clothes, and now she’s in here. with you.

she helps you rinse your hair out (she does it without any of your help) and just takes a moment to admire you. it seems you had the same idea though, staring up at paige with doe eyes. she notices you’re not exactly smiling, a light frown taking your features.

“what’s wrong?”

“miss you p,”

“i’m right here”

“yeah but.. you’re in minnesota.”

paige is genuinely shocked at your statement, laughing out loud and throwing her head back at what you said. she was in minnesota for a few days last month and you couldn’t free your schedule enough to go with her, which is what she thinks you’re referring to. of course in your drunk mind you think she’s making fun of you, which only makes you feel worse. you step out of the shower, the cold apartment air making your nipples peak and your body shiver.

paige follows in suit, having to hold her breathe at the sight of you. she jogs to your room, putting her own pajamas on and quickly returning to you.

“baby i’m sorry. don’t be upset please, i wasn’t laughing at you.”

you’re clothed too, standing in between paige and the bathroom counter as she rubs lotion on your back from underneath your shirt. her hands are large and warm, smoothing over your skin with a delicacy that you appreciate. you don’t exactly realize it all the time, but paige does a phenomenal job at taking care of you. especially on nights like this.

“yes you were.”

“ok… i was. but! but- it’s because i was just a little shocked, is all.”

you turn to face her, eyes scanning over her face until you determine how you feel. you try to remember what you even said, but nothing’s popping up so you decide to just forget it.

“feeling better?”

“for a kiss.” paige kisses you, gentle and soft. her hands situated on your hips pull you closer until you’re chest to chest. all of the sudden you’re pulling away with a frantic energy, like you just remembered something of the upmost importance.

“skincare!” you (in true clumsy fashion) try hopping up on the counter. once you fail a few times and then some, paige decides to just lift you herself. she digs through your drawer, not knowing where to start.

you don’t even seem to be in the same universe, eyes closed and legs swaying ever-so little. she decides to just pick a few things, mixing them all together in her hands before smoothing it over your face. it isn’t really her thing, you’re always the one doing it for her and yourself. once she’s satisfied, she taps your legs and kisses your nose. your eyes flutter, giving her a lazy smile.

“ready for bed?”

“mhm”

“brush your teeth first” you groan and she smiles as she walks away, pulling the covers back and throwing extra pillows to the floor. by the time she’s cut all the nights off in the apartment and returned, you’re rinsing your mouth out with water. she notices you’re ever more clumsy than usual, knocking over a few things on the counter and almost tripping over your own feet before she catches you.

“c’mere baby,” paige motions you closer, picking you up and carrying you to your shared bedroom. she lays on her back with you on top of her still, never letting go.

her face nuzzles into your damp, freshly washed hair. your face buries itself into her neck, the slow thump of her pulse helping ground you to reality. you couldn’t ever remember a time being this drunk, but to be fair you couldn’t remember much of anything right now. just that you love paige, and paige loves you.

“hey wait, take this advil and drink some water before you pass out please.” you whine, obviously too comfortable to lift your head.

“no. don’t wanna.”

“for a kiss?”

“…..fine.”

ㅤᵕ̈⋆｡°✩`✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹✩°｡✮☾☼

just finished reading like 5 diff kate martin stories on wattpad guys

also this isn’t spell checked pls forgive me

[blue-sadie]

Something To Look At

Even Buckley x Reader x Eddie Diaz

Summary: a relaxing shower could lead to many things especially with thoughts like thoses

Warning: double penetration, semi-public sex

Yn/3rd person pov

I giggled at buck as went on about the charity calendar my eyes drifted over to the locker room when I saw some movement in the corner of my eye "oh my fuck" I whispered catching the attention from the others.

My eyes widened wondering over his exposed chest "whose that" Maddie asked "oh that's eddie diaz just graduated top of his class this week" Bobby smiled I bite my lip.

"Hey" I snapped out of my thoughts when buck nudged me and looked at me with a knowingly look "what" I muttered and walked behind with buck as we went to introduce ourselves.

"I'm yn" I smiled shaking his hand and our hands and eyes lingering a bit to long for bucks liking he pulled me away by my waist keeping his hands planted on waist "and I'm buck" he growled.

Eddie's mouth twitched as his hands stared at buck's that were on my waist "pleasure" he smiled you could cut the tension between them with a knife.

"Come on" buck ushered me out and away from eddie into the gym with him "try not to bulk up to much I don't need every girl to be looking at you" I teased taking off my sweat shirt leaving me in my sports bra.

"I could say the same" he grumbled and started working out I rolled my eyes and giggled to myself and bandaged up my hands so I could use the punching bag.

I let out a few deep breaths before I started swinging the force of the punches moving the bag to much "buck can yo-" I was interrupted when eddie slid behind the bag and held it "I got it".

I started punching and would kick every few minutes "you got a good form" he murmured as his eyes glided over my body biting his lip "I think you should stop" I whispered glancing over to buck who was already staring at us clenching his fists.

"What are you guys together or something" he asked as he stared at buck "something like that" I murmured but I gasped out hearing the clash of something hit the floor.

The sound of the alarm interrupted us "fuck" I sighed out and took off my bandages "yn you stay here we're taking eddie with us" Bobby shouted as he ran to the truck "what" I muttered "sorry" eddie said running off with buck.

I groaned and rolled my eyes taking a seat on the bench my eyes watching them run to the truck biting my lip 'fuck' I don't know how ill concentrate with both of them on my team.

I looked down towards the ground taking a couple breaths before getting up and head towards the showers to clean up but my steps fultered as I felt myself dumpen the images of them both fucking keeps popping up.

"Get a hold of yourself for fuck sake" I whispered and grabbed a few things from my locker and went into a cubicle and turned on the water when the temperature reached my liking I stepped under and let out a sigh of relief the hot water helping ease my sore muscles.

I rinsed off my body and just stood under the water eyes closed letting out deep breathes through my nose I let out a small hum as I imagined them being here with me their hands gliding over my skin their lips attached to my neck.

My hands threading through their hair as they pleasured me and that's when I felt it I gasped and turned around and freaked as I saw eddie and buck naked "looks like someone was enjoying themselves" buck teased biting his lip as his eyes looked over my body.

"Y-your back" I grinned nervously using my hands to somewhat cover myself eddie clicked his tongue as buck just shook his head they stepped towards me pushing me back intill I was up against the wall.

"Don't be shy now" eddie murmured as they leaned in towards me I looked to the ground and shakily removed my hands "good princesa" eddie murmured and moved his hand to my neck urging me to look up at him while buck's hands started playing with my breasts.

"Be quite now don't want Bobby to hear now do we" buck said as I let out small whines of pleasure bucks hands fell to my hips and he pulled me against him under the water pressing his body pressed to mine I gasped as eddie came up behind me and did the same.

"I-i thought you hated eachother" I murmured they looked at eachother for a brief second before eddie whispered into my ear "we have a thing in common" he growled lightly nibbling on my earlobe.

My head started to feel dizzy this can't be happening "come on dude let's stop teasing her and fuck the shit out of her" buck grumbled and with one single movement he was inside me "b-buck" I whined out my hands immediately went to hold his shoulders.

"Hold on princesa" eddie whispered and slowly started pushing in with buck my knees buckled and buck had to cover my mouth so I didn't alert the others my eyes rolled to the back of my head at the stretch.

"Shit she's tight" buck groaned as they started moving in and out "enjoy this mia amor" eddie muttered they thrusts slowly started increasing in speed as I started loosening up.

"Fuck dude I think the whole station can hear us" buck released his hand from my mouth as he laughed out, my hands dug into bucks shoulders as I tried containing my moans but the pleasure was just to much.

"Aw the poor baby is trying" buck cooed cruelly at me his thrusts only getting harder "try contain yourself when we r-ruin you" he groaned, eddie grabbed the back of my thighs and picked me up causing them to hit new angles.

"Oh fuck" I cried out throwing my head back against his shoulder I felt myself getting close I tried to warn them but they understood and never let their thrusts fulter for a second.

"Cumming" I moaned out my eyes rolling back and my body trembled, eddie slowly put me down both of them not pulling out I leaned onto them catching my breath and closed my eyes.

But when I opened them they were gone there was no trace of them I looked around and out the cubicle and no one was their I quickly turned off the water and dried myself off getting my clothes on as fast as I can.

I exited the showers and saw that the team was back, my eyes scanned over the room in till they landed on eddie and buck who were laughing and actually being civil eddie locked eyes with me and winked.

"These two are gonna be the death of me"

[quintinh43]

Washing their back/hair in the shower.

oooo i could see luke loving his girlfriend washing his hair and she always does he curl routine for him

Toast my love 🥹 Thank you for requesting

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The buzzer blared through the speakers of the TV, and you winced. The devils lost 5-4 in a shootout. Luke looked absolutely exhausted in his post game interview. It ticked you off a little that they made him do them so often. It's like they forgot he was a rookie sometimes.

Lukey The Loml: Be at urs in 20

You: Ok, drive safe love. See you in 20 ❤️

You paced around your apartment anxiously while you waited. You heard his footsteps in the hall, and before he even had a chance to stick his key in the lock, you were flinging the door open and holding your arms out to him.

Luke stepped over the threshold of the door, dropped his bag, and collapsed into your arms with a sigh. The height difference has him hunching over awkwardly for him to bury his face against your neck. His arms lock around your waist, and he sighs, melting further into the warmth of your body.

You card your fingers through his curls, fingers catching on all the knots from wearing his helmet for so long. You tug him further into your apartment, kicking the door shut as you go. He doesn't protest when you lead him to the bathroom and detangle him from your embrace to turn on the shower.

"You played so well, my darling boy," you say softly, helping him strip.

He gives you a tired smile, "Thanks, baby."

You make quick work of your own clothing and pull him into the shower. He groans, rolling his shoukders as the hot water hits his back. "Fuck I'm tired," he mutters attempting to run a hand through his hair. His fingers catch on the tangles, and he grunts frustratedly, yanking at his hair.

"Sit down, darling, I got you," you say, tugging his hand from his hair gently, and guiding him to sit on the shower seat, he does so without complaint, closing his eyes and ducking his head under the hot stream of water. He rests his hands on your hips, rubbing gentle circles with the pads of his thumbs.

You pop open the shampoo bottle, squirting some in your palms and lathering it up. The scent of coconut and vanilla melds with the steam, and your fingers delve into his curls once again, massaging at his scalp expertly. He melts against you with a happy sigh, his forehead resting against your torso.

Luke will never get tired of having you wash his hair, and honestly, you'll never get tired of washing it for him. Your fingers move in gentle cirlcles from the top of his head to his temples to the back of his neck. You detach the shower head and rinse the shampoo out of his hair before reaching for the conditioner.

You spread it all over your palms and drag your hands through the ends of his hair, working out all the knots with practiced ease. Luke had never been a post game ritual guy. As long as he had a shower, snack, and got to sleep, he was good. Until you came along, with your whirlwind of hair products and showed him the wonders of having his hair washed by another person.

Now, whenever he had the opportunity, he pulled you into the shower with him and made you wash and style his hair. You scrub him down gently and rinse out the conditioner. If he notices the floral scent of the body wash, rather than whatever the fuck Night panther smells like, he doesn't comment. Although you know he likes your bodywash better.

You hand Luke a towel and wrap one around yourself before padding to the bedroom and grabbing a change of clothes for the pair of you. Sweats and a hoodie for Luke, and one of his sweat shirts and shorts for yourself.

Luke takes the change of clothes from you and plants a kiss on your temples, "Thank you, baby."

As soon as the two of you are clothed, Luke is hoisting you onto the bathroom counter and standing between your legs patiently, his hands rest on your thighs, tracing shapes absent-mindedly. You lock your legs around his hips, ensuring he's as close as possible while you run product through his still wet hair.

Leave in conditioner, scrunch, then gel and scrunch again.

You twirl a couple of wonky looking curls around your finger to make them coil neatly. You twist around to wash the product off your hands and then pull him in for a sweet kiss. Luke kisses you back softly, cupping your face with so much care that it makes your heart gooey in your chest.

You pull away, panting softly as you rest your forehead against his. "Come on, i'll make you a snack and we'll cuddle on the couch and watch a movie. Ok?"

Luke can't resist pressing another kiss to your lips, hoping he can pour all the love he feels into it. "Thanks for making me feel better."

"It's nothing darling, that's what I'm here for," you shrug.

"I love you so much," he murmurs, pressing fluttering kisses to your cheeks, "more than I have words for,"

Your cheeks warm, and you smile shyly.

"I love you too, my darling, with my whole heart."

[lowrisemiller]

she keeps me up 𐚁₊⊹

no outbreak!joel miller x fem!reader

chapter 1- round up | masterlist |

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summary- After a long shift, a night out at Round Up takes an unexpected turn when she crosses paths with a rugged stranger. A dance, a spark, and a moment she won’t forget—though she never expects to see him again.

word count- 2.8k

a/n- ahhh hi sweeties very excited for you all to read this first chapter! been wanting to start writing this for quite some time now. also let’s pretend Nickleback’s song “She keeps me up” didn’t come out two years ago bc that is THEIR SONG. hope yall enjoy! sweetgirl out<3

warnings- minors don’t enter!! joel miller (he is his own warning let’s be real), cursing, smooching, make out, light harassment, drinking (we of age people) teeney tiny age gap (21&36) that’s it I think lmk if there’s more ⭐️

April 2001 Austin Texas

My Nokia buzzed in my back pocket. I look around to see if there’s any waiting customers or my fellow cafe employees around. I walked to the back and checked my phone. 

It’s Alex, my roommate and best friend since high school. 

“Hey girl, let’s go to roundup tonight I need a drink and possibly a cowboy to ride ;)” Alex sent 2 minutes ago

I couldn’t hold in the giggle that bubbled up in my throat. I start typing back.

“Hell yeah my shift ends in an hour let’s head out at around 8, be home soon.” You sent just now

I practically ripped off my apron as soon as the clock hit 6 o’ clock and I went to the machine to clock out. 

I jogged to my red honda civic and fished for my keys in my purse. I was clearly in a rush.

I was not letting my Friday night go to waste.

I took my keys out again once I reached Alex and I’s shared apartment.

“Hey babes! Should I wear a skirt or some shorts?”

Alex greeted me in the entryway of our small studio apartment.

“Hmm if you’re referencin the new skirt you bought during our last trip to the mall I’m sayin skirt all the fuckin way.” Alex giggled and jumped up and down. “Ok ok now you start gettin ready!”

I put all my stuff in my room and quickly change out of my work clothes and hop in the shower. Wanting to rinse off my work day at the cafe.

After my shower I wrap a towel around myself and stand in front of my closet, contemplating on what to wear to Round Up. Round Up is pretty much a night club with 2-step and line dancing to live or recorded country music with food and a bar.

Despite living in Texas all my life I’m not all about the country cowgirl aesthetic. Yes I can rock a cowboy hat and a big studded belt with some boots but I don’t make it my personality. I usually go for an edgy grunge look with a country girl twist.

I settled for a black halter-style top with a plunging neckline, revealing a portion of my chest.

The top is form-fitting, accentuating the waist. I was also wearing dark-wash, flared jeans. I paired the jeans with a black studded belt featuring silver grommets and embellishments, adding a rock-inspired touch. I put on a couple rings and bracelets and a cute necklace with a big pendant. Then of course my dark brown cowgirl boots.

I sat on our worn down couch while I waited for Alex. She is the one that usually takes the longest to get ready out of the both of us.

The time was getting closer and closer to 8pm and Alex finally strutted out of her room. She was wearing her new blue denim mini skirt with a simple white top. Her ginger curls in a half up half down hairstyle. She always looked good no matter what.

I whistled.

“Damn hun lookin hot as usual.” I said while standing up. "Oh stop it, you look smokin too girl."

“Ready to go? You drivin?” Alex nodded and with that we were out the door.

By the time we got there the night sky had taken over Austin and it was cool and lit up by the moon and the street lights. Roundup was almost vibrating with bass and drunk cowboys singing on the top of their lungs. 

As Alex and I walked towards the entrance many men whistled and hit on us. They always made me scoff but Alex usually took it in stride, she would never give those idiots the time of day but she likes the ego boost. 

We made it to the bar and ordered drinks. Alex ordered a margarita while I stuck with my rye whiskey. My usual. We both like to get a little tipsy before we get up to dance with the sweaty crowd left of us. 

I was sipping on my second whiskey while Alex was downing her third when a sleazy trucker dude abruptly sat in the stool next to me. I smelt him before I saw him. 

“Howdy darlin’ may I buy you a drink?” He asked me with a lopsided grin. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. I opted for a scoff instead. “I’m drinkin’ one already, thanks.” I said in a flat tone, hoping it shows him I am very disinterested. I was wrong, most men don’t have social cues and do not know what the word ‘no’ means. Add a few beers to the mix and all their brain cells leave the conversation as well. 

I noticed Alex drunkenly tune in. She was watching me making sure I was alright even if she was visibly buzzed. Her blue eyes glossed over and her pale cheeks tinged with a pink blush. The effort is there and appreciated. 

He scooted his stool closer to me while I was distracted looking at Alex. Before I could stand up and tell this moron off I felt a big warm hand grasp my bare shoulder. I froze, I knew it wasn’t the drunk man because it was from behind and on the left side of me. 

“Hey darlin’ I was wonderin’ where ya went.” Dear mother of God. His voice had the hottest southern drawl I have heard come out of any man from Texas. He sounded like honey. I hesitantly turned around, his hand still firm on my shoulder. Goodness he was beautiful. All tan skin, a dark brown beard with some little gray hairs adorned his face, he was wearing an olive green button up and the sleeves were rolled up to his forearms, and the two top buttons of his shirt were undone showing off more delicious tan skin. 

It took my entire being not to drool. 

My eyes searched in his soft brown ones. He gave me a reassuring smile. 

“Sweetheart, may I have this dance?” I looked between him and Alex who had her jaw to the floor while watching this whole interaction unfold. Then as if I was under some spell I put my hand in the hot mystery man’s and let him lead me to the dance floor. 

He kept his hand on the small of my back. Once we were out of earshot of the drunken man that was talking to me earlier I turned to the man holding me. 

“Hey” Was all I said. All I could say, I was still so entranced with this man’s beauty it was almost otherworldly. 

“Howdy, sorry I kinda took ya away I just saw that guy all over ya and had a bad feeling”

I felt my face flush slightly. I hope the warm lighting covered it up. 

“No, that was fine. I was just surprised but really I am grateful you did that.” I said with a small smile, feeling shy under his gaze. Then he held his hand out.

“I’m Joel, maybe we can properly get to know each other?” He didn’t take his eyes off mine once. I swallowed. I replied with my name and shook his awaiting hand. He didn’t let go of my hand. 

Before I can even think of what to do next I heard the familiar intro of “She Keeps Me Up” By Nickleback— one of my favorite songs. Then without thinking I squeezed his hand and led him to the growing crowd in the middle of the dance floor. 

“I love this song!” I shouted to him over the loudspeakers and everyone’s cheering. “Wanna dance cowboy?” I said with a smirk, feeling my confidence come back. He mirrored my smirk and nodded.

As the bassline thrummed through the speakers, I let the music take control. I started by swaying my hips to the rhythm, my grip on his hand tightening for just a second before I let go and spun away from him, letting the momentum guide me. I shot my hands up in the air— my shirt riding up just enough to where you can see the top parts of my tattoo that lives on the left side of my hip.

He chuckled, stepping forward as I turned back to face him. His movements were smooth, confident—like he knew exactly what he was doing. I bit my lip, eyeing him playfully as I stepped closer, letting the music guide me.

Funky little monkey, she’s a twisted trickster

Everybody wants to be the siser’s mister

Coca-Cola roller coaster

Love her even though I’m not supposed to

I reached for his hands again, and he caught on immediately, pulling me into a twirl before spinning me right back into him. My hands landed on his chest, and I felt the warmth of his body even through his shirt. I tilted my head up to meet his gaze, catching the flicker of amusement and something else—something that sent a thrill down my spine.

"Not bad," I teased breathlessly, my fingers lingering against him a second longer than necessary.

"Not bad?" he echoed, his smirk deepening. "Darlin’, I’m just getting started."

I laughed as he suddenly spun me out again, this time pulling me back with just enough force that I stumbled slightly—right into his arms. His grip tightened around my waist, steadying me, but he didn’t let go right away. Instead, he leaned in, his lips dangerously close to my ear.

"You trust me?" he murmured.

I swallowed, my pulse racing, but I refused to let him have the upper hand so easily. "Depends," I said, tilting my head so our noses nearly brushed. "You planning to sweep me off my feet?"

He chuckled, the sound rich and warm, and without warning, he dipped me low, his arm strong behind my back. I gasped, gripping his shoulders as laughter bubbled out of me.

"Something like that," he said, holding me there for just a second longer before pulling me upright again.

The song pulsed around us, the world fading away until it was just him, the heat between us, and the undeniable electricity in the air.

He held me impossibly closer to him. I stayed looking up at him with my hands flush against his chest. Except he leaned down. Almost kissing me. But he didn't, he just moved his hands down to grip my hips. 

She keeps me up (I keep you up)

She keeps me up (I keep you up) 

All night (All night)

All night (All night)

I was practically grinding up on him the remainder of the song. When the song ended he pulled me aside where it was less crowded. He backed me into a wall and he leaned over me. He was so hot I couldn’t think straight. 

“Honey, how old are ya?” He asked with his gruff southern drawl. “You first” I challenged. He chuckled and shook his head. 

“I’m 36 years old sweetheart, now you c’mon.” I smirked when he revealed his age. I knew he wasn’t my age. He was too respectful and sexy for that. 

“I am 21 Joel.” I said not moving my gaze once. I heard him utter some curse word. I didn’t hear him because I was so focused on our close proximity. “Not too bad right cowboy?” I said with my own sultry southern drawl. 

He looked at me with hooded eyes. He muttered something again except I heard it. “Fuck it.” Is what he said. Then he took my chin in between two of his long thick fingers. 

His grip was firm but gentle, his fingers tilting my chin up until there was nothing but him—his breath, warm and shallow, ghosting over my lips. My pulse pounded in my ears, drowning out everything but the heat in his eyes.

He hesitated for a fraction of a second, as if giving me a chance to pull away. But I didn’t. I couldn’t.

Then he closed the space between us.

His lips crashed against mine, hot and desperate, like he had been holding back for far too long. A low sound rumbled in his throat as his other hand slid around my waist, pulling me flush against him. My body melted into his, the tension between us snapping like a live wire.

I kissed him back just as fiercely, my fingers threading into his hair, tugging just enough to earn a sharp inhale from him. His grip tightened, his hands roaming—one trailing up my spine, the other gripping my hip, anchoring me against him as our lips moved in sync, messy and hungry.

He tilted his head, deepening the kiss, his tongue sweeping against mine in a way that sent heat pooling low in my stomach. I gasped into his mouth, and he took advantage of it, pressing me back against the wall successfully caging me in, surrounding me.

“God, you’re…” he murmured between kisses, his voice rough, like he could barely form words. His teeth grazed my bottom lip, tugging just enough to make me whimper.

I barely had time to respond before he kissed me again—harder, more insistent, like he wanted to devour me whole. My nails scraped against his scalp, and he groaned, his hands sliding lower, gripping my ass like he needed to feel every inch of me.

The world blurred around us. Nothing else existed—just the heat, the hunger, the way his body molded so perfectly against mine.

And I didn’t want it to stop.  After some time he pulled away from my lips. I whined but accepted it. 

“Darlin’ I gotta go but... I wanna see ya again if that’s alright?” My eyes lit up and I nodded. “Of course that’s alright, here give me your phone.” He did just that and I carefully type in my number making sure I don’t fuck it up. And I put my name in his contact list right under my number. 

“Thanks sweetheart, I'll see ya around?” I rubbed the back of his neck. “Mhm you will Joel.” I leaned up on my tip toes and kissed his lips one last time. He smiled. His fucking smile was just as gorgeous as the rest of him. 

“Alright you get home safe darlin’” He said. I wanted to respond but the words were lost on me. 

After I shake away whatever trance Joel put on me I race to find Alex. Normally it’s her ditching me to dance with a guy but it was me tonight and nothing but guilt ate away at me. Until I saw her leaning over the bar, twirling her hair at the bartender. I sighed in relief and nodded my head knowing I’m driving us home tonight. 

A week later

A week has gone by since dancing and making out with Joel. Besides the feeling of his hands on me and his warm lips on mine the only other thing I can think about is how stupid I’d been. I’m stupid because I gave him my number, so I have to wait for him to text me. 

It’s been a week and I got nothing from him. 

I try not to overthink too much as I brew this random lady’s espresso. I mean he’s the one that wants to see me again in the near future so surely he’ll text me… right? 

It didn’t help that I head that damn song on the radio twice this week. Nickleback is haunting me with the memories of that night.

I couldn’t be thinking of him right now, I have to finish work here at the cafe and prepare for an interview for a potential second job. 

Babysitting isn't the hardest job in the world but it isn’t the most reliable. I took it up a lot in high school and my first year of college but it never stuck. But right now I could use the extra cash. 

I changed out of my apron and pulled the flyer that just has the address and reads “I am in need of a babysitter for my 10 year old daughter. I am a divorced parent who got promoted at work and will not be able to be there for my little girl as much as I used to. Looking for a young adult with a basic schedule.” 

Seems simple enough.

I pulled up to the house. It was cute. In a suburban little neighborhood not too far from Round Up actually. This made me ache a bit but I had to get it together.

I put on my best customer service smile and knocked on the door.

When it opened I gasped and nearly fell to my knees.

It was fucking Joel.

[saintsugu]

toji fushiguro x fem!reader; 18+ mdni, toxic relationship, petnames (princess, doll), manhandling, hair pulling.

“C’mon, doll. Open up.” A loud knock at your door makes you scowl, despite the man responsible being unable to see. “Y’can’t stay mad forever.”

“Yes, I can,” you childishly say back, padding over to the kitchen to pour a glass of water while he sighs at the door.

You and Toji aren’t exactly a couple, not a real one, at least. You fuck, fight, and fuck again—then rinse, and repeat. It’s not hard to guess what stage you’re in currently.

Honestly, at this point, you can barely remember why you were mad at him. Something stupid like him missing one of your “dates”, if you can even call them that. You weren’t exactly heartbroken over it, but this push and pull is half the fun.

After a few minutes of listening to him sigh by the front door, you begrudgingly give in and unlock it.

“Told ya’,” he grins wolfishly, ducking under the doorway as he steps inside. He kicks his shoes off, eyes stuck on you before he dips down to give you a gentle kiss.

What started soft, soon turns to something more primal as he walks you back into your own bedroom—lips on yours the entire way there. “Missed you, doll,” he whispers roughly, nipping at your lips as he pushes you onto the bed.

Once on the bed, he makes quick work of you and your clothes. It doesn’t take much effort for him to get you stripped and underneath him, begging for him to—“make me feel good, Toji…please,” in that cute little voice of yours that always seems to work on him.

Soon, the only things that can be heard in the small apartment are your moans as Toji thrusts into you relentlessly. He’s not letting up, and God, you love it. You’re a mess at this point—hair disheveled, and drool dripping from your lips as he pushes your neck into the pillow.

“Such a greedy little pussy,” he teases, punctuating each word with a heavy thrust. “You miss me that much, sweetheart?” His mocking question is met with a dumb nod from you—who’s already brainless from two orgasms.

He’s got a hand on your neck, and the other on your waist. You’re pushed into the pillows while he holds your waist up—making sure you have a nice little arch for him. In this position, he’s hitting every single spot possible and it’s driving you insane.

Even though you’ve already cum twice, you want more. It’s never enough with him. Toji Fushiguro is a greedy person, and unfortunately, you feed off of that energy. He makes you want to take from it, until he has nothing left to give; until he’s as obsessed with you, as you are to him.

Unbeknownst to you, he already is. He wouldn’t stand outside someone’s door for an hour multiple times a week if he wasn’t.

“Keep going,” you slur, barely coherent as you feel another orgasm starting to bubble up. “Please, Toji..!”

Your words just make him laugh. “Oh Princess,” A large hand grips your hair, pulling your back flush against his chest as he nips at your ear. “I wouldn’t stop even if you wanted me to.”

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Just Keep Breathing - Garfield Logan X Female Reader

Title: Just Keep Breathing

Garfield Logan X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Cyborg (Mentioned), and the other Teen Titans (Mentioned)

Requested by: Anon!

WC: 2,491

Warnings: Panic attacks, thoughts and mentions of home invasions, nicknames, brief mentions of blood, brief mentions of knives, violence briefly mentioned, crying, mini angst, and fluff

You had been having such a good dream, something involving unicorns, amusement parks, and cheese for some reason, but a lovely dream nevertheless. You didn't want to get up from your bed, the many blankets and your favorite comforter were perfectly wrapped around your body, engulfing you in your own personal cocoon of warmth and happiness. You sighed, shutting your eyes briefly, snuggling yourself further, deeper, into your blankets. Yeah, this was heaven. It was nice to be able to huddle up in your warm blankets - especially during the harsh winter months in Jump City. You could stay in bed forever...

But you really needed to go to the bathroom.

You huffed, slightly annoyed, you really just wanted to get back to sleep; maybe try and get back into that dream of yours. But, the bathroom was calling your name. Reluctantly, you pushed the blankets off of yourself, immediately shivering as the cold air hit you. Quickly, you shuffled on the green bunny slippers that your boyfriend, Garfield, had gifted you, so as to not let the cold hard floors bite your bare feet. 

Slipping out of your room, you shuffle down the hallway, still a bit groggy as you rubbed an eyelid with the palm of your hand. Thankfully, the short trip to the bathroom was easily done, ever since you installed auto-sensing lights near the floor; no more stubbing your toes on the corners of the walls anymore. Thank you, Target.

You began to hum some song that was stuck in your head - some song that you heard on the radio a couple of times, but never really got around to Shazaming - as you washed your hands; rinsing off all the soap before turning off the faucet. Drying your hands, you paused. Outside the door, you thought you heard something. Turning your head, you stared at the bathroom door - which was thankfully locked - trying to stay as quiet as possible to try and see if you could hear that sound again. Maybe it was just your imagination? Probably not the best night to have watched a horror movie… But you really wanted to watch 'IT' from the late eighties.

Anyway, you knew that sometimes, at night, your brain could play tricks on you; when it's bored. You tried it once, staring at your own reflection in the mirror with the bathroom light off. Your face morphed and shifted into something disturbing... It was spooky, you'd give it that, and you never did it since then. And you've heard of the 'Bloody Mary' challenge, you were never trying that.

Though, this time, you felt a shiver run down your spine. You continued to listen, your ears straining, until you heard something again. You let out the breath that you were holding, your hands beginning to fiddle with each other as you continued to stare at the door.

Your mind raced, not knowing what to do. You doubted that you could face whatever or whoever was out there. You didn't know what they wanted, why they were in your apartment, or if they had some sort of weapon. For all you knew, they were looking for you... Maybe... You didn't want your mind to wander and freak you out even further, but it was sort of too late for that. After a moment, you grabbed the door handle, unlocking it with a twist. Slowly twisting the door handle further - so that you could easily open the door if needed - you pressed the side of your face against the door, listening. 

You then froze, pure terror filling you and bubbling in the pit of your stomach as the door handle twisted slightly in your grip. You didn't know if that was just you - your grip slipping slightly - or if there was actually someone... Right, outside your door. Immediately, you locked the door, your heart racing a million miles per second as you ran a hand through your hair. Glancing around the room, you tried to look for anything that you could possibly use for protection - as a weapon - but it was hard to fully think, or fully understand your thoughts. 

You were scared. You were scared that whoever was in your apartment was going to get you. If there was someone out there, they probably would search all the rooms before finding the bathroom door locked. They would surely try and get in. They would punch, kick, and slam against the door until they brutally forced it open. And, there was no escape. Your bathroom was small. Just a toilet, sink, and tub tightly placed together in a tiny room that you were convinced used to be a closet of some kind. There wasn't even a window. 

You weren't like the supers of the world. You were just a regular human being. You had a regular job, and had a regular life. You paid your bills and you went out to hang with your friends sometimes. You weren't like Garfield. Garfield. Your eyes widened as you raised your arm up. On your wrist was a communicator that Garfield gave to you; Cy had created it for him to give to you. It was in case anything bad were to happen or if there was an emergency, Garfield was just one push of a button away. All you had to do was call him, and he'd be right there. 

Regret swirled within you. You had wished you did take Garfield's - and the team's - invitation on having a slumber party at the Tower. But, you weren't really feeling up to socializing, you had a long day of work before meeting up with Garfield and his friends. You just wanted to go home, eat, and rest. But now, you were really regretting not staying at the Tower. You could've been watching some movie, eating popcorn with everyone, before cuddling up with Garfield for the night, right about now. 

Right now, you really wished to be anywhere else.

Staring down at your communicator, you pressed the center button, only then did you feel that your heart was racing a million miles a second. With one tap, the small screen lit up, a tired-looking Garfield appearing in it. "Y/N?" He mumbled groggily through the communication system, rubbing his eyes with a curled fist. "It's four in the morning. What's up?" He yawned, and the moment you heard his voice, you felt the tears well up in your eyes; just hearing his voice made you feel so much better, but you were still scared. When he noticed the distraught look on your face, he became more awake, concern clear in his expression. "Hey... Hey, Y/N. You okay, babe? Why are you crying?" You tried to calm down, you tried to speak, but no words were coming out; your panic only rising. Becoming more worried at your worsening condition, he continued, albeit somewhat frantic, "Hey, okay, babe. I'm coming right over, uh, stay right there." As quickly as he said those words, he hung up the call. 

You dropped your arm, but not before trying to rub the racing salty tears from your cheeks. Stepping back, you tried to calm your racing heart. Blinking, you looked up at the ceiling light; blurred from your watery vision. Your heart felt as if it was pounding against your ribcage, threatening to break out of your chest and escape - or explode, or implode. Your body began to feel extremely cold as you stepped into the dry tub behind you. You clenched your clammy hands, your fingers tingling. Sliding down against the tiled wall, you raised your knees to your chest, curling your arms around them. 

And though you felt cold, you also felt incredibly warm. The panic crashed down on you like a rough ocean wave, crashing down on you so strong that you couldn't breathe. It felt as if you were drowning. Tears kept flowing freely from your eyes, rolling down your cheeks and onto the tub below you. Your body shook violently, and your breathing grew irregular. You began to hyperventilate as the images flashed through your mind. A mysterious figure lurking in your apartment. Hiding in your closet, waiting to pounce. The blood on his knife as he slashed. The cold, hard floor as you bled out. Your mind was racing with so many horrible 'what ifs and maybes' that you didn't hear the apartment door opening, and closing. 

Garfield carefully entered the quiet and dark apartment - in his cheetah form. A bit much? No. He didn't know what he was going to be facing. He needed to be prepared for anything. He surveyed the room, his green eyes narrowed as he searched room after room. A dreadful thought scratched in the back of his head; what if some villain found out about you? As he searched your apartment for anyone, he prayed not. After checking each room, under the bed, in the closets, behind curtains, everything... He walked up to the bathroom door. Shifting back, turned on the hallway light, absentmindedly adjusting the string of his purple hoodie before he gentle knocked on the door.

"Babe... You in there?" He juggled the doorknob, it was locked. He knew you were in there,he could hear your muffled crying. With no sound of you opening the door, he pursed his lips before getting an idea. Shifting down into an ant, he crawled under the door. Upon reaching the other side, he shifted back, his green, worried eyes immediately finding your huddled figure in the bathtub. Crouching down, he placed his hands on the tub's rim, his heart feeling as if it was physically breaking upon seeing you so distressed. "Oh, baby, what happened? Are you okay? Are you hurt?" Garfield asked softly, yet quickly - though his voice was slightly muffled from the ringing in your ears as he reached out with a hand to run his fingers through your damp hair; brushing it away from your face and behind your ear. You sniffled loudly as you attempted to answer.

"I-" A sob escaped your throat and you tried speaking more clearly. You wiped your nose with the back of your hand, "I-I'm not hurt." You then spoke, your voice was shaky and uneven. 

Garfield nodded, his hand falling from brushing through your hair to cup your wet cheek, brushing the tears away with the pad of his thumb. "Alright, that's great. Uh, can you tell me why you’re crying?" He then asked, watching as your eyes flickered around the bathroom before landing on him.

You shook your head quickly, "No," Your soft voice cut him off, "Please-" You sucked in some air, but for some reason your lungs felt extremely dry; they seemed to burn. "I- I can't breathe."

Garfield's eyes widened as he nodded, mind scrambling slightly as he went straight into action. He knew the moment he saw you that you were suffering through a panic attack; he had them sometimes too. "Okay, uh, here," He paused, standing to slip into the empty bathtub beside you, Immediately as he did that, you latched onto him, your fingers gripping onto the soft material of his purple hoodie. "Okay, I know that this is scary. But you can get through this, babe." He spoke as reassuring as he could, his arms wrapping around you, "Here," He took one of your hands, placing it on his chest, right above his heart. "Can you feel how my heart is beating?" He asked softly, smiling gently down at you. You blinked, nodding silently. "We're gonna try and match its rhythm, okay?" Garfield asked, still holding your trembling hand in place. You nodded again, and he nodded back. "Okay, babe, breathe in," Garfield slowly started to inhale and exhale as you watched, following his example as best as possible. 

After a few minutes of just breathing and sitting silently, you pulled away from Garfield, wiping your eyes and attempting to compose yourself once more. "I'm sorry, Gar." You whispered, your eyes focused downward. "I thought someone broke in… I-I was freaking out over nothing."

Garfield almost pouted, his green eyes softening as he reached out to cup your cheek once more, lifting your eyes to meet his. "You have nothing to apologize for, babe," He murmured, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Everything is fine. You're okay." His emerald eyes were filled with so much love and concern that it made you melt inside. "Do you need anything else? Do you want water? Like, dude, I know that when I have my attacks, I always want water after. The same with ice cream. Do you want me to go get you some? Or stay here?-" Garfield asked, but you cut him off, leaning forward and kissing him on the cheek softly.

"Stay with me?" You asked, and Garfield couldn't help but sigh; he practically had hearts in his eyes - smitten by your touch.

"Of course, babe," He leaned over to kiss you one last time before pulling away, “Anything for you.” You leaned your head on his shoulder and closed your eyes. He kissed the top of your head before resting his chin there. You both sat there for a good minute or so, before Garfield began to feel uncomfortable; his side oddly pressed against the tub’s wall. "Well, I don't know about you, babe, but I think sleeping in your bed might be more comfortable."

You let out a laugh, "Are you judging the comfortability of my tub?" 

“I wouldn’t dream of demeaning your lovely bathtub, my dear.” He chuckled, standing, and offering his hand out to you; you took it, "My lady," He made you laugh once more with the terrible attempt he had of a posh accent.

"Why, thank you," You curtsied before you both stepped out of the empty tub and out of the bathroom.

Hand in hand, you and Garfield headed to your bedroom, where he helped you climb into bed, crawling under the blankets after you; wrapping his arms around you, he dugged his head in your neck. "I love you, Gar," You spoke softly, only for Garfield to pull away from you slightly, just enough to let his eyes meet yours.

"I love you more, babe," He jokingly argued, unable to look away from you, he felt his cheeks burn slightly just by being in your presence. “Incredibly more.”

"Yeah, yeah, I know, you're a big sap," You giggled, resting your head on his chest -  you could hear his heart beating - "But, I love you more."

The room then fell quiet, Garfield listened as your breathing slowed, and evened out. “Impossible..,” Carding his fingers softly through your hair, he turned to press his lips to the top of your head, a small smile growing on his face. "I love you more." He muttered softly before he drifted off to sleep, hoping to see your smile when he woke up.

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Burlesque show - Lucifer x GN!Reader

cw: slightly suggestive

okay, so I just saw one of Smash's videos (the musical) and saw the burlesque show they put on, idk their names I've started the series legit right now as I write,, I hope you enjoy it!!

"doll, I promise you are gonna help me so much if you come and do it with us,,

Angel said holding you by your shoulders, even so slightly shaking you about the show that he was gonna put on that night, he needed one more person and that person was you.

"Angel, I don't know, I mean you know I'm not that good of a singer, or dancer for that matter,,

You said looking away for a second and then looking back at Angel, he wasn't gonna budge until you said yes, so you sighed and just nodded. He was ecstatic and took you to his room right away

When you got there you were greeted by a bunch of sex toys and other various things, but you decided not to pay it any mind, he led you to sit on his bed while he fetched something from his closet.

''Okay so this is the dress you will be wearing to the show, I think it'll fit you just fine!,,

he showed you a pink dress, which was really pretty, it was all sparkly and had a slit left and right, you smiled nodding at him. It wasn't until he showed you what was underneath the dress that your smile dropped.

It was a skimpy still pink mini dress with feathers around the waist it was mostly just a corset, with a tiny fringe skirt that would have shown your underwear

"Wow Angel,, that is... great?,,

he smirked and laughed at your reaction then handed you the full dress

"It's a burlesque show toots, ya supposed to get undressed,,

You gulped a little but looked at the dress nonetheless, well let's put on a show!

[after a few hours of practising]

It was now night and the hotel was getting ready to see the show Angel had put on, you were nervous it wasn't a secret, but you thought you could do it.

Charlie had finished presenting the show so it was almost your queue but you remembered something that stopped you from moving for a second, you hadn't told Lucifer about what was gonna happen tonight, hell he was probably looking for you right now, you felt bad but you got pushed by Angel into the stage to start the performance.

You finish the show You rinse out your tights You dive into a dive and raise a toast to better nights You get a little drunk And maybe start a few fights But you grin and bare it

As you sang you saw Lucifer he was mesmerized by you dancing and singing on a stage like that, you haven't even gotten to the point where you took your dress off

You run for the train The one you just missed You're out of cigarettes You've got a headache and you're pissed You lie awake counting all the bald heads you kissed But you grin and bare it

Wake up, quick, smell the coffee It's a brand-new day If you wake up lonely that's the price you pay Anyway

You run from the train It's a quarter to two You slap a pound of war paint on and barely make your cue You hit the stage and smile 'Cause, shit, what else can you do? Or say Grin and bare four shows a day

At this point, your upper dress was fully off and you made your way off the stage and towards Lucifer, it was improved but you had so much adrenaline in you that you could do something like that. You got in front of Lucifer and grabbed his chin

''Well hello darling, do you like my song? It's just something I had to get off my chest!,,

You said as you shook your chest at him letting go of his chin, he was almost full golden in his face, making you grin. You hopped back onto the stage to finish the performance

Oh, wake up, quick, change your costume Second act is on Life ain't just a rat race, it's a marathon And then you're gone

So pity yourself But know in your gut That no one ever died because their life was in a rut And learn a little lesson from a gal who says "What the hey?" Grin and bare it, grin and bare it, grin and bare it Grin and bare it, four shows a day!

As you finished, all the people from the crowd cheered and clapped their hands in unison, you were catching your breath and then started going back to the changing room when you got pulled by someone into a portal.

Of course, it was Lucifer, he was completely golden on his face and breathing heavily, he was holding you by your shoulders and looking down catching his breath so you couldn't see his expression.

"Luci...?,,

He lets out a sound that is quite frankly almost a whimper then looks up and attacks your lips in a second. His kiss was aggressive and possessive, he wanted you that's for sure, you reciprocated the kiss, putting one of your hands on his hot cheek and one in his hair pulling ever so slightly. He put his hands on the side of your hips, gripping pretty hard but not hard enough to hurt you. After a few seconds the kiss ended leaving both of you breathless. Lucifer then looked at you and gulped

"I think I have a boner,,

You laughed out loud.

SO YEAHHHHH I USED THE SONG FROM THE CLIP AS WELL!! CUZ IT's PRETTY GOOD,, anyway, I really hope you enjoyed the writing and I might write a second part but NSFW I will ponder on it hehe me rn ↓

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all this and heaven too ( noah sebastian x jolly karlsson )

pairing: noah sebastian x jolly karlsson cw: mentions of vomiting. other than that, it's just fluff. word count: 920 author's note: woke up on the wrong side of the bed on a Monday with a headache, so this is what happened, enjoy! title comes from florence + the machine. divider by @saradika-graphics ✨

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Noah pukes the second he’s off stage. Well, not the very second because he has to get past everyone to get to the nearest place he can get sick, and people won’t get out of his way. By the time he makes it into a bathroom, he feels like he’s going to pass out. His knees hit the tiles by the toilet, and he loses it.

It’s not until after that he realizes someone is there, holding his hair out of the way and rubbing a hand up and down his back. He thinks it’s Nick at first, because this would be a Nick thing to do, but when a water bottle is passed in front of his face, he sees the different finger tattoos through the tears blurring his eyes.

“You good?” Jolly asks softly, still keeping his hair back.

Noah nods, grimaces and spits before blindly reaching up to flush the toilet. He somehow manages to crack open the bottle, swish some of the water, and spit again. Temples throbbing, he squeezes his eyes shut. Hot tears run down his face and he coughs a little, trying not to dry heave.

“Alright, up you go. C’mon big guy,” Jolly hooks his hands beneath Noah’s arms, lifting him onto his feet and helping him out of the stall.

The lights aren’t as bright as Noah thought they’d be out here, and then he realizes that Jolly must have turned them off when he came in, nothing but the light from the hall where he’s propped open the bathroom door coming in. Slumping against the sink, Noah rinses his mouth again, spitting into the basin. He hears the rattle of a bottle, and then Jolly is pressing two pills into his palm.

“Take those. One at a time, so they don’t come back.”

Noah does as he’s told, managing to keep them down. When he doesn’t feel like he’s just going to curl up in the middle of the floor and die, he manages to open his eyes a little wider. Jolly’s leaning against the sink beside him, concern etched on his face. He holds up a tin of mints.

“You came prepared,” Noah mutters, not unkindly. He takes the tin and pops one in his mouth.

“Nick told me what to do.”

Noah can’t even be mad about it. Sometimes he just comes off stage and it feels like someone’s trying to pry his brain out of his head with a crowbar and run it through a blender. It’s just how it is. Usually, Nick is the one who finds him after.

Jolly reaches out, brushes the tears off Noah’s cheeks that he forgot were even there. His fingers are cool on his skin, and it feels amazing honestly. “I’ve been given strict instructions to take you back to the van while everyone breaks shit down.”

“No, I can help—”

“Sure, you go right ahead and tell Matt that. I would love to see it.”

So he doesn’t argue. He lets Jolly lead him outside, where it’s thirty degrees cooler and a hundred percent quieter. It’s tempting to just stretch out on one of the van seats and close his eyes, but he’ll sleep on the drive. Instead he opens the back and sits, drinks his water under Jolly’s watchful eye and waits for the painkillers to kick in.

“Here,” Jolly steps between Noah’s knees, and he raises his eyebrows. “Just—let me?”

He puts his thumbs on Noah’s cheeks, and presses his fingertips to his temples, rubbing gently. It feels good, and Noah lets out a soft sigh. Maybe he’s tricking himself into thinking it’s working, maybe it’s just the person doing it. It’s enough for him to close his eyes and relax into it, until Jolly stops and Noah’s got to look up at him.

“Better?” he asks.

Noah nods. “Yeah.”

Jolly kisses him, light and soft, and Noah feels like his head is going to explode for an entirely different reason. It’s over as quickly as it began, and he tries not to pull him back in, keep him there and kiss him back.

“That’s not fair,” Noah whispers. “You picked the worst time in the world to do that.”

Jolly laughs a little, tucking Noah’s hair behind his ears. “Tell you what, when you feel one hundred percent better, you come find me and I’ll do it again.”

Four days later, they’re minutes away from going out on stage when Noah gets his chance. He corners Jolly in the back hallway of some cramped club, and Jolly gives him a knowing look before he leans in to kiss him, his guitar trapped between them. He cups his hand on Noah’s cheek, presses his forehead into his. Noah wants more, he knows he does, but he settles for a few lingering kisses before the show, fighting to keep the smile off of his face while doing so. Their friends and bandmates heckle them the whole time, but Jolly just flips them off and keeps Noah close.

After the show and the set breakdown, Noah curls up in the back of the van with Jolly, letting Folio take the first shift driving. He falls asleep with Jolly’s fingers carding through his hair, listening to the hum of the radio and the feel of Jolly’s heart beneath his ear as the adrenaline from the show still wears off. They’ll talk more about whatever this is going to be once they’re home, but for now, Noah’s got all he needs.

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Hello. I saw that your requests are open and thought I'd request Hunter x F! Reader (Pabu's doctor) where the two are in an established relationship and after getting Omega and Crosshair back, he goes to see her to tell her the news. He finds her taking a shower, and there they talk and have wonderful sex.

Distraction

Hunter x Pabu’s Doctor Fem Reader

Word Count: 953

Warnings: NSFW, minors DNI, unprotected PiV shower sex, fingering, a lot of kissing

A/N: I tried to follow the request as closely as possible, established relationship, Hunter just needs to unwind and sleep for a thousand years. Reader is described as having hair. There is only one brief mention of the phrase "doctor's orders" at the end. For personal reasons, I couldn't get further into writing reader as a doctor.

You stood under the warm water and let out a sigh as it hit your back. You inhaled the beautiful smell of your favorite shampoo and gently massaged it into your scalp.  You tilted your head back and rinsed off the suds.  A peaceful smile spread across your face at the sound of his footsteps down the hallway.

Hunter was happy to be home. Omega was safe and to his surprise, Crosshair was there too. He was immediately on edge, although he wasn’t going to leave his brother stranded again. He heard the shower and could practically feel your warmth as he walked toward the refresher. He knocked on the door with a familiar tap.

“Cyare?”

“Come in.”

He shyly opened the door. This wasn’t the first time he’d seen you in the shower, but he was always respectful. Hunter held you in the highest regard and he’d never take advantage.

“How did it go?” you asked. You held back the curtain and took in his worn figure. “Join me. You look stressed.”

He smiled softly and took off his clothes. He walked into the shower and cupped your face. You kissed him sweetly and snaked your arms around his waist.

“So? How did it go? Is Omega home?” you asked.

“Crosshair. He helped her escape. They got out together.”

You knew about Crosshair. You were worried for Omega, but didn’t expect Crosshair and Omega would escape in a joint effort. Hunter and Wrecker had been flying across the galaxy and were worn ragged. While happy Omega was back, you knew this was going to bring up some things. You ran your hands through his hair and guided him under the water.  Hunter let out a sigh and tilted his head back to be greeted by the warm water.

“You want to talk about how you feel?” you asked.

“I missed my brother, but I need to know what’s happened to him,” Hunter replied, standing up straight again and looking into your eyes. His face was marked with uncertainty and you wished you could help him find solace in this moment. In your heart you knew things would be okay, but you’d seen how torn he’d been over the events of the end of the war. He was doing all he could to keep it together.

You silently helped him wash his hair and massaged each other’s backs. Hunter made a few comments, but it was clear he was processing a lot of thoughts at once. He wasn’t sure how to feel about things. Relief was mixed with hope and worry.

“Would you like a distraction for now?” you asked. You held his hand and kissed each knuckle.

“Absolutely.”  He wrapped his arms around you and kissed you fervently. Your tongues traced each other’s lips before granting entry. You savored each other. He lifted your leg with a “May I?” 

“Yes,” you answered before kissing along his jawline. Hunter gently traced patterns over your hip and between your legs. You moaned lightly at his touch. He circled your clit in a figure eight pattern that almost immediately turned your legs into jelly. You leaned on him and he lifted you, holding you close and supporting you. He left little kisses along your collarbones that made you swoon. 

“I want you,” you mumbled in his ear. Hunter held you up so your legs wrapped around his waist and your back rested on the wall. You reached down and helped guide him inside. You both moaned at the sensation. You closed your eyes as he began to fuck you. You missed him and soaked up all the contact you could. The feeling of strength as your arms rested on his shoulders, the sensation of his breath against your neck, gripping his middle with your thighs as he moved in and out. He nuzzled his face against your neck and whispered his love. Your softness felt like home and only made him want you more. Your hips arched to meet his at a better angle and it sent you over the edge. You felt like you might fall, but he held you close as he eased every bit of pleasure out of you.

“So good for me,” he whispered in your ear. It only encouraged you to cry out his name louder as another wave hit you.

You contracting around his cock was almost  too much. His movements stuttered until he came buried inside you. Your lips met his in a searing kiss as you both came down from your high. He carefully put you down and helped you stand again. You cleaned each other, stopping every so often to share another kiss. Eventually he turned off the water and held your hand as he helped you out of the shower.

“We need to get you to bed,” you said while drying his hair.

“Oh really?” he asked with a grin.

“Yes,” you replied. “You’re exhausted. Doctor’s orders.”

“Can’t argue with that, then.”

You held hands as you wandered into the bedroom. You both put on some comfortable pajamas. He didn’t have to tell you that he had basically worn nothing but the same clothes and his armor almost all the time while he was gone. Pajamas were a luxury for him, but one you were happy to provide. You got into bed together and he couldn’t hide his smile at the familiar feeling of welcoming sheets and pillows that embraced you both. Hunter pulled you close and inhaled your sweet scent. You let out a content hum.

“I love you, Hunter.”

“I love you too.” He rested his forehead to yours as he held you. It wasn’t long before you both drifted off to sleep.

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Dialogue Prompts for ~injury~

ehehehehe think we can get 16 or 29 for Ezra? Feel free to use a different OC if the muse leads.

hiiiii thank you! i decided that both is good! enjoy!

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Emmrich had never seen a mage fight quite like Ezra. The first time he'd watched Ezra streak between undead down in the depths of the Necropolis, lightning arcing from his body and his orb a writhing purple mass floating about his head, he'd been forced to just stop and watch for a moment, despite the battle raging around him. He treated every skirmish like a bar brawl, fully throwing himself into the fray. Later, when Emmrich learned Ezra had never been formally trained, and that he'd taught himself everything he knew as a teenager in the alienage before being recruited to the Wardens at 20, it all started to make sense.

It was beautifully inelegant, but effective.

And it was reckless.

They had spent an exhausting day running around Dock Town, and were more than ready to head back to the eluvian when they were ambushed by a group of Venatori. Despite being taken by surprise, the three of them were faring well, Ezra and Lucanis cutting through their adversaries one by one with Emmrich supporting from the rear. Emmrich felt an arrow whistle past his ear and spotted the culprit up on a balcony, flinging a ball of necrosis out of his staff directly into the archer's face. He watched the Venatori's body fly back and hit the side of the building with a satisfying thunk before turning his attention back to the fight on the ground.

He didn't see what hit Ezra. He only saw him go down and not get back up.

"Rook! Emmrich, Rook is-" Lucanis' panicked yell was cut off as he struggled with the remaining Venatori.

"I see him!" Emmrich was already racing over, confident that Lucanis had the situation handled. He collapsed to his knees at Ezra's side, taking stock of everything as quickly as he could.

"Fuck," Ezra muttered through gritted teeth, curling into himself and shuddering in pain on the ground.

Emmrich took his shoulders and maneuvered him as gently as he could, paying close attention to which movements seemed to cause the most trouble. He slid a hand to Ezra's cheek, prompting Ezra to look up at him through watery brown eyes.

"Darling, I need you to tell me where it hurts, and be specific."

Lucanis joined them a moment later, just in time to watch Ezra raise the hand that had been clutched over his ribs, revealing a bloody palm and a wet, dark patch spreading across his fabric underarmor.

"Right there....it's fucking burning, I can't-," Ezra's breaths were quick and labored, and Emmrich felt cold dread seize his heart.

"Lucanis, your dagger, please, I need to get to the wound."

From somewhere on his person Lucanis produced a dagger much smaller than the two he fought with, and rushed to slice through Ezra's armor. Carefully, Emmrich pulled the soaked fabric away, summoning a small trickle of water to rinse off the excess blood. It seemed Ezra had taken an arrow in the side, and the shaft had snapped off leaving the jagged-edged arrowhead behind. It was shallow, but something wasn't right; the skin around where the arrowhead was lodged looked wrong: dark, sickly, marbled with thick purple veins.

"Fucking Venatori, he's been poisoned," Lucanis growled.

Emmrich turned to him.

"We need to remove the head first, before I can deal with the poison. I need you to hold him down, this will not be pleasant and I risk causing more damage if he thrashes around."

They quickly coaxed Ezra to uncurl, laying him out supine with Lucanis at his head holding down his arms, and Emmrich straddling his legs. Emmrich readied himself, pinching the base of the arrowhead. He looked up, nodded once at Lucanis, then met Ezra's eyes.

"Ezra, my love, take a deep breath for me."

On Ezra's shaky exhale, Emmrich pulled the arrowhead from the wound. Ezra screamed, his muscles tensing as he attempted to scramble away, but both men held fast. Blood oozed sluggishly from the gash, much too thick and viscous. Emmrich pressed a hand as firmly as he dared over it, earning another pained yell from Ezra, and swiftly poured his magic through his palm, spreading into Ezra's blood. He could feel the poison, pushing his magic to stop the spread, and as he pulled away the tainted blood came with him in thick streams. Ezra's screams had turned to sobs, tears streaming down his face. Emmrich fought down a wave of nausea, flung the mass of poisoned blood away behind him, and pressed against Ezra once more, probing for anything he may have missed.

"Maker, I'm so sorry, it'll be over soon, love, I promise."

To his relief, he sensed no more poison in Ezra's veins. The sickly purple bruising was fading, and Emmrich drew on anything he had left for healing, watching the wound start to close. Ezra went limp beneath them, his curls matted with sweat, but his breathing had evened out. It took every ounce of strength for Emmrich not to collapse. He felt Lucanis' hand on his shoulder.

"Are you alright, Emmrich?"

Emmrich smiled up at him in what he hoped was a reassuring way.

"Yes, thank you. Let's get back to the Lighthouse, I think we all deserve a bit of rest."

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Succession Preference: Taking The Hit For Your Siblings

Requested: Hi! I have a succession preference idea with the roy siblings and baby roy!reader where maybe Logan goes to hit them (shiv, kendall, roman, conner) and reader steps forward and takes the hit for them? I wanna how how they'd react to reader protecting them when all of them have always been the one to protect baby roy. - anon

A/N: So angsty I love it!!!! I hope you like it my love!!! Feedback is always appreciated 💜💜💜

Connor finally stands up to your father. Enough is enough. Your lip is split, and he may have knocked a tooth loose. You wave him away, telling him you're fine, but Connor knows you're not. You took the hit for him. You knew what you were doing when you stepped in front of him. Connor loved Logan, probably the most out of all of you. You couldn't let the man he loved hurt him. Now though, Connor lost his cool. Your other siblings take you out of the room, but it's no use. You can already hear the yelling. You've never heard or seen Connor so angry, but the others have. It's been years though. He was furious. Logan could ignore him and treat him however he wanted, that was fine, it didn't matter, but laying a hand on you was unacceptable. It didn't matter if it was accidental. He hit you. The baby, his baby. You were the most important person to him. When he's done, leaving your father speechless, he gets you some ice and a glass of salted water to rinse your mouth. He apologizes to you, so sorry he did that to you, sorry you felt like you needed to protect him.

Kendall gets mad. At Logan of course, but also you. You're still holding your cheek when you see that familiar flash of anger light up his eyes. If Logan wanted to punish him, if he thought he needed to show him who was boss, then he deserved it. You had no right to jump in and get yourself hurt in the process. Your father orders you to your room and, stunned, you go, watching Kendall the whole way up. The two of them radiate this pent up rage. You didn't want your brother to get hurt, that's why you stood up, taking Logan's wrath. You could see the hurt in his expression, the way his eyes glazed over. He was berating him and calling him terrible names. You thought that was enough. Kendall loves you. You're his baby. But you should never do that again. He makes sure that you know this. Whatever happens between him and your father, it stays between them. He doesn't want you believing you can save him. He doesn't need to be saved, especially not by you. In this family you have your places. You need to learn to stay in yours, no matter what's happening with him.

Shiv is too stunned to speak. Very rarely in her life has her father tried to lay a hand on her, but when he does, it always breaks something she didn't know was there inside her. Something snaps, a nerve maybe, something connecting her to him. When he goes after her, and that thing, whatever it may be, snaps off just a little more, she can't help but feel detached. You get in front of her before she can stop you, before anyone can. She catches you when you get knocked over, speechless. After she's had a moment to think, to let it sink in, for your father to storm out. She's practically holding you, her voice shaking. Are you okay? Are you okay? You can taste blood. He got you pretty hard. She can't think. She can't act. She has to take it in millisecond by millisecond. Logan was yelling at her. He had his arm raised. She was ready for the strike, for that little snap inside her, but it never came. You're in front of her. You take the hit. She can't get her hands to be still, checking you over and over. What did you do?

Roman wasn't expecting it. You're on the floor before he has the chance to react, your mouth aching, skin tingling. You took the hit for him. Why, why would you do that? Why would anyone do that? He's too afraid to stand up to your father. Not now, not while the iron's still hot. He can't think of what to say either. Instead he goes to you, on the floor, picking you up. There's a welt on the side of your head. It makes him wince. The others try to calm Logan down, Kerry and Hugo. None are concerned about you, about him. He walks you out, stunned. He can't believe what you did, why you would do what you did. He takes you to the bathroom where you can hide out for a minute. No one at Waystar would tell you to get out. His hands are shaking, every muscle tense in his body. He wants to shake you. He can't understand why you would do that, why, why, why, why??? It's his job to protect you, not the other way around. He needs that hurt, that release. Without it, it feels unsatisfying, like a sentence that ends right in the middle.

[butterrsang]

Thought I could re-post this yisang/reader from my old account

Warning: you die <3

Funeral of the butterflies <3

How long have you been here? time was an alienating concept..can't remember the last time you stared at the sun or gazed at the moon and stars, you've been looking at papers and documents all your life or for as long as you remember at least.. not like your memory functioned properly the blur gets worse with each breach that happened leaving you with the deep desire to disappear. but here you are reading through sickly words your mind can no longer comprehend...did it matter? who were you doing all this for? was there ever a person waiting for you. was there someone on the other side?

...the realization hit you like a truck, staring blankly at the white desk you seemed to spend most your time sitting on with all sorts of files scattered around it. the other clerks didn't seem to notice the piling panick seeping within you..probably lost in their own trance and suffering like the undead dragging their feet with them, despite it all they worked diligently like there is nowhere else in the world they rather be..employees they shall remain for eternity.

till the end of times..

you were unsure of what came upon you as you walked if not rushed to where the emergency pistol was at first frantic eyes stared at it waiting for answers. It molded into your hand perfectly. tailored to the grip.. strange comfort washed over as you held it and the devastating feeling of being in control if not for moment, must you wait for your demise like everyone else? in pain while teeth and claws teared your flesh when it can be as peaceful and instant as one singular bullet..fingers caressed the firearm with quiet thoughts being gentle on your soul for once. rising the gun for the cold muzzle to press against your head as you took a deep hitched breath followed with a couple more hysteric gasps signaling the tears streaming down your face with each sob filled with hopelessness. fear clawed against your skin trying to convince you that it was bad idea and you were just overwhelmed and needed to..rinse and repeat, rinse a repeat, rinse and repea— the horrifying alarm went off amplifying the urgency and danger that follows, you watched the clerks and workers begin to panick, some start to cry..it feels most alive when there's breach. deathly silent when it's not.

'Urgent , *XXXX* has escaped ! We need to—'

the announcement grew muffled in your ears your body refused to hear it. the hand holding the gun shaked erratically as the screeching voiced of an approaching entity got louder and louder your closed your eyes shut bracing yourself for a swift death but....nothing happened..? you didn't hear the sound of screams or cries. not the stomping foot steps or the fearful sounds of entities. cautiously your eyes opened meeting a figure standing beside you. bleary-eyes stared down at you as if it felt sorry for your state but if anything it was you who felt sorry for how lifeless those sable orbs looked at you. the man's complexion was pale akin to a ghost. you then realized his hand was on the gun you were holding , you didn't know what was going on so you just gave it away for him to hold, the man examined it briefly before putting it away and then he spoke "you wish for death to embrace you? despite the unknown." his question left you off gaurd but it's not like it wasn't obvious already what your intents was so you answered honestly,

yi sang hummed in acknowledgement with a distant expression before he walked away he didn't ask you to follow him but his eyes urged you to come along..so you both walked through empty corridors you looked around wondering where everyone was but he seemed unbothered. on his back was a black coffin engraved with white butterflies, so you asked, "What's with the coffin?" he seemed lost in his own thoughts till you striked the question and it didn't take a while for his lips to part, "It's where the souls rest..no more pain, no more fear." You liked the sound of that..no more fear..felt like music to your ears, you spent a pointless life slaving away for this corporation, and now you yearned to feel safe even if it's your last breath you had to take..

the path kept getting darker with each step you took until it was shrouded with in black, below your feet was a bed of white butterflies fluttering their wings as you walked through, it was beautiful..you smiled like you never have before running through the field of butterflies watching them scatter but remain in place, the man merely stared while you ran in cycles like a child, you were free...happy. After a while. you plopped down, catching your breathe and he joined you, placing the coffin down. this time, you noticed the faint smile on his face. You both stared at the void surrounding you, "...is it everything you wished for." his voice broke through the silence, unsure of what he meant, "is there nothing else?" Yi sang looked rather troubled and hesitantly shook his head..he brought a butterfly to your hand. a perfect veil of white with a dull yet steady light surrounding it.

"one shouldn't confine themselves with the feeble image of the afterlife...the beauty of death is as mundane as the silence that follows a funeral.." you didn't know how to explain how his voice was like a gentle wave passing through your soul, you don't remember laying down against him but you could no longer control your body no matter how hard you tried to move paralysed from the neck down, but he held you close for your worries to subside..maybe this was all a strange dream and you'll wake up in your desk any moment now so you enjoyed the embrace and mumbled, "would you ..be at my funeral.." oh.. words seemed to die at your throat as a mouthful of blood gushed out instead, you looked at him with wide panicked eyes as you gradually lost your senses, holding onto him tighter, he pressed a gentle hand against your face wiping the piled tears with his thumb. he soothed your scared gasps for air, your sight faded.. yet you could see his pained smiles and sad eyes, he pulled you close and whispered softly,

"yes..i will."

before it all went black..you didn't wake from the dreaming , you seemed to float endlessly in the void with no one to talk to or seek for comfort..not knowing that you've died a long time ago with your body sitting in that chair limbed and lifeless..along with whoever else that didn't survive the breach.

yi sang wiped the crimson off your face once you were gone before resting you inside the coffin and caressing your cold face..he kept his promise and stayed beside you till the funeral arrived and claimed your body, "Did resting their soul satisfy you? the way you couldn't rest your loved ones." The funeral's snarky tone caused the sinner to clench his jaw he didn't know how to answer that .. but it was true, he had to live with that guilt forever, with wings for a head you couldn't exactly tell what expression the funeral was making but its body language was dismissive, it had already got what it wanted so no point lounging around "maybe one day I'll free you as well."