#hes just trying to do what his Master wants 😭😭😭😭😭😭💙💙💙

[bucketofchum]

"I want you to raise this child with me... not as a servant or a slave, but as a co-parent..."

--

"Atumu, could you bring an egg over?"

"Yes, Master"

"Atumu, I don't want you to call me 'Master'...not in front of Wadjet"

"Yes...my love."

[seungfl0wer]

OMG OMG OMG I JUST GOT A IDEA!! yk how there’s tiktoks of girls starting a argument with their bf and just randomly flashing them?? 😭 how would ot8 react?? ALSO LOVE YOUR WORKKK

*OT8 Reacting To You Flashing Them In An Argument*

Paring: OT8 x Reader (Hint at fem reader)

Genre: Suggestive

Warning: none really. Sorry for any mistakes or missing warnings.

A/N: It’s been awhile since I had a request for a reaction so I’m a little rusty lol. I hope you liked it though! Sorry they’re a little short! Also thank you so much! I’m so happy you enjoy them!

-🖤

Chan:

He was confused why you started an argument about something so small. He looked at you trying to figure out what to do until you flashed him. His eyes widened, mind going blank then going a mile a minute. “Wait- wait” he say even more confused now. “This is one of those TikTok trends isn’t it?” He said with a sigh. When you’d nod giggling he’d grin, pulling you to him. “You know, it’s not nice to start an argument for no reason. Maybe I’ll have to teach you a lesson for that” he said with a chuckle.

Minho:

He started laughing a bit at the way you tried to start the argument. Knowing you were doing it on purpose of course. However when you flashed him he’d laugh even harder. You pouted looking at him before he grabbed you pulling you down onto the couch. “If you wanna play kitten just tell me. No need to be a brat.” He’d say.

Changbin:

Like Chan he’d be confused however he’d be trying to figure out a way to make it up to you. Trying to figure out how to fix whatever the fake problem you made up was. Until you flashed him and he just went silent. “Was this all a plan? I’m hurt” he’d say clenching his chest dramatically.

Hyunjin:

Be a defensive “I don’t even do that!” He’d say with a pout. When you’d drop your shirt he just stared at you. Looking up at you then back down. “That’s not fair” he’d say grumpily. He’d pull you to him kissing you softly. He’d try “making it up to you” for whatever the argument was about.

Han:

He’d be like a dear in headlights, not knowing what to do. When you’d finally flash him his eyes went even wider. He was so confused. “I- what’s happening” he’d say. When you admitted it being a trend you saw he’d pout “so you put me through that and think flashing me was gonna solve the problem?” He’d pause looking at your chest. “Well you’re damn right” he’d chuckle.

Felix:

Sweet boy is just as confused although he’s seen the trend even showed you some laughing at the reactions he didn’t realize what you were doing. He looked sad making you feel bad. You comforted him not even flashing him, you told him it was the trend and he pouted even more. “But you didn’t flash me” he said softly making you giggle. So you did just that flashed him, he pulled you to him laying his head on your chest. Sighing happily.

Seungmin:

He knew what you were doing. He’s seen these trends but he let you go. When you flashed him he rolled his eyes. “I get to see them any time I want, it ain’t gonna win this fight” he said and you realized you made a mistake. He pushed himself against you, pinning you against him and the doorway. You were in for a night.

Jeongin:

He didn’t know why you started the argument only knew he wasn’t wrong. He’d looked at you grumpily arguing back until you flashed him. He shut up real quick with no warning though he pulled you to him pressing his face in between your chest. “If you were needy you should have just said that”

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💙 If you’d like to read more of my stuff you can find it Here: Master List . Thank you for reading and if requests are open or you just wanna talk feel free to send me something🩵

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[saleeba]

heat ; ronald araújo & jules koundé

summary ♡ upon hearing a request of yours, your boyfriend is quick to make the wish come true.

pairing ♡ ronald araújo x fem!reader x jules koundé / ronald araújo x fem!reader, jules koundé x fem!reader

content ♡ 18+, smut, reader is in an established relationship with araújo, threesome, p in v, blowjob, double penetration (is that the phrase…? both ends are involved is what i’m trying to say 😭), protected sex (we stan responsibility!), mentions of alcohol consumption, y/n calls the shots around here but also sub!reader / dom!footballers, teeny belly bulging, open relationship vibes ??, no aftercare sowwyyy

a/n ♡ merry euros final day, ya filthy animals !! :D this was requested by a lovely anon who’s been waiting for my slow ass to upload so i hope they enjoy it !! 🥰💙 i haven’t written in quite a while so pls excuse me if this is rusty and stiff… kept it quite short to get me back into the swing of things <33

fumes of filthy musk and heady leather, countless articles of clothing strewn about the place, the temperature unnatural for the amount of work the air conditioning was doing; that was the state of the hotel room where you had ended up with your boyfriend and, what can only be called, your newly-appointed lover. a night of stolen glances and sly touches led the three of you here, scheming whispers from your dark-painted lips into your boyfriend’s burning ears—hot from the pounding music and the ghosting softness of your mouth—spilling the desires that you’d tried so hard to keep to yourself for months on end now. at first, ronald believed it was the talk of the tequila causing you to say all this, for you to be so forward and shameless in what you’d let him and his teammate do to you could be nothing else but liquid courage, but a look into your eyes told a different story. they were clear and determined, not at all teary and pinkish around the edges like ronald had become accustomed to when you would go overboard with the alcohol. no, not like that at all. 

your boyfriend would be a fool to even act surprised at your feelings towards his french friend. compliments to, and away from, jules’ face got bolder and bolder as you spent more time with the team’s defender, and ronald didn’t miss the way your fingers would always find some way to land themselves on jules’ bicep. you made no effort to hide the way you enjoyed the bulging muscle under your tight grasp in front of either man and your man certainly made no effort to stop your actions, the heat under his collar and tightness of his trousers confirming his true feelings.

at the end-of-season party, you told your boyfriend of your master plan — how you intended your night to end with the company of two men in your bed, pulses set alit by previous activities and the question of how far the three of you could take this new relation a quietly thumping matter in the backdrop of it all. you would have ronald claim to be exhausted from the night’s shenanigans, fall prey to the jeers and jabs from the younger boys over how he can’t handle this much excitement and slip away to the hotel room the two of you had booked just in case. ronald doesn’t forget to take a swig of, what’s to him, liquid audacity to set him up for the night. from there, you’d stay, under the pretence that you wanted to hang with the girls a bit more, and work the same charm on the french boy, hushed promises of what the night could look like for him if he gave in to his yearnings spilling from your lips. tall tales from jules that he had to be home early in order to be on the first flight back to france to see friends the next morning plus a perfectly acted-out scene from you asking him to drop you off helped seal your exits, scrambling into jules’ car where you sit in the back seat, fearful of what accident you may cause if you were any closer to him.

the same rushed manner can’t help but be continued out of the car, into the hotel lift and past the door to your shared room, lips pressed hungrily against each other in such a blur that you had no recollection of where or when the two of you had begun to do so. urgent kisses turned to needy tugs of jules’ shirt and your black minidress as the commotion of your heels and jules’ heavy feet caused your boyfriend to appear from the ensuite.

“not starting without me, are you?”

*** 

you had no idea when the hour turned from eleven to three but there was no way you were ready to bid the night adieu. not when the pressing of the two cocks in front of and behind you electrified the very veins under your skin, the prickling anticipation nearly leaving you quivering on your hands and knees, despite having gone multiple rounds since the three of you bundled in on that bed.

“tired yet, baby?” in front of you, your boyfriend’s voice came hoarse but assured; a little taunt to it to test your daring. you shook your head in a determined fashion but the rapidness of it came across as the tiniest bit desperate, both men laughing in response at how far you could go without faltering.

behind you stood the object of your desires for the night, skin sweat-drenched and glowing under the warm lighting of the hotel room, chest still slightly heaving from all the action prior to this tiny break — if that was what you could call the intermission in which your boyfriend and his friend manhandled you into this position, ready for the taking by the both of them. 

a sudden small chorus of huffs started behind you, your ears pricking up as you diverted your eyes to where ronald towered above you, grinning ever so slightly at the scene behind you and directly in front of him. you didn’t need to look back to see what was going on, it was that obvious. jules, in perhaps an act of impatience or sheer lust from the sight of you below him, had a wrist wrapped around his hardened length, the push and pull of it up and down giving centre stage to the squelching noises left over from when he had his digits enveloped inside the wetness of you – when he was only allowed his digits inside of you. the sound of your juices on his cock and his small moans had you clenching around air, an involuntary–no, reflexive–wiggle of your ass letting the men know how you felt about it.

a comment from ronald telling jules that they’d better get on with it had you both wanting to scream ‘just do it already!’ and licking your swollen lips in anticipatory delight. no other words were exchanged before you felt the push of jules’ cock past your sopping folds, a guttural sound bubbling from your lungs at this new angle, one that felt infinitely deeper as he slid in, seeming so endless in length. the arching of your back mimicked the depth of his cock rocking in and out of you, a near-perfect u-shape for jules to run his hands over.

“good girl.” your boyfriend praised, a gentle rubbing of your cheek to complement. “so good for us, isn’t she, jules?”

your french lover failed to respond in any other way than groaning incoherently, the tightness of your pussy around him restricting his words all the same, trying to concentrate on setting a pace that allowed for your enjoyment and relied on him not getting too excited.

his uruguayan counterpart decided to step in, a tap of his dick on the same cheek he was so romantically caressing to signal ‘open.’ you obliged with the same energy; no words, just a loll of your tongue past your lips as an invitation for ronald to sink himself into your mouth and soothe the throbbing that was getting thunderous with yourself as aid.

to say you felt full was an understatement. it was in the bulge of your throat and your lower belly, the pressure from both ends so delicious it had you leaking with arousal around jules who had finally found a pace that suited all three of you, pounding relentlessly in and out of your wetness, grip on your hips only tightening with every movement so as not to slip out of you — especially with how rough your boyfriend was being tonight.

it wasn’t a rare sight for ronald to be this… hungry but you could tell it was something about the circumstances of tonight, the fact that he got to share you with someone else fueled his fire and led to his hips pistoning against the skin of your chin and nose, his cock gliding easily down the column of your throat due to how much you were salivating around it. once he relented in his rapidness, you took your time to give special attention to where he liked it the most; right at the tip, where it was red and agitated. you smoothed it over with your tongue, the drenched muscle working like a hypnotic thing, pulling wanton moans from your uruguayan lover, his head thrown back from the red-hot pleasure.

you loved this feeling of being stuffed, of having your every sense attacked and stimulated, and you were getting oh-so-close to cumming over jules’ cock, your voice getting slightly higher-pitched around ronald’s length to warn him of your impending climax. jules noticed it first, the way your pussy clenched around him like a firm fist being a dead giveaway and he took the chance to slither an arm around to your front, finger and thumb coming in to rub at your clit. the shocks you felt from it nearly had you shrieking.

a cacophony of moans,‘come on, baby, that’s it’s in a uruguayan accent, and groans rang in your ears before you saw stars — burning white and nearly blinding you. your orgasm hit you so head-on that there was no time to warn either of them, a lewd scream and snappy clenching of your walls pulling you all to the other side. jules managed to empty himself in the condom, still snug inside your warmth; ronald pumping his milky release just above the valley of your breasts. the feeling is filthy and you can’t help but giggle.

minimal words were exchanged whilst jules slipped out of you, purposefully but reluctantly all the same, and ronald laid you down on the bed, still a little giggly from the euphoric high of your orgasm. there was nothing but the warmth of both boys and the tangle of twelve limbs that could tame you to sleep now.

[irl-w0lverine]

rubberman!kai smut perchance? as in kai having a rubber suit

ur literally my favourite fanfic writer 💙

pairing : kai anderson x reader

Warnings : p in v, rough sex, degrading, its literally kai, improper use of kool-aid, spit

A/n: aaaaah thank you 🫶🫶🫶 im really feeding yall with 2 sober fics back to back

NOT FOR MINORS COMSUMPTION! IF YOU READ FURTHER THIS IS YOUR FAULT NOT MINE!!

"look at this peice of kinky shit i found" kai huffs, throwing a latex suit onto the table your sat at, the material shining under the dim light of the lamp.

"what is it?" you ask kai gently, knowing anything can set him off.

"some fucking rubber suit, i wanna try it out" kai says blankly, cutting straight to the point.

"is it clean? Where did you even find it?" your words are hesitant, not wanting to cause him to snap.

"doesn't matter. Hop up on the table. Or do you want me to force you down instead?"

Without a second thought, you hop up on the table. His lips crash into yours imediately, his fingernails pulling so hard on your shirt that you can hear the thread begin to snap.

He practically rips your shirt off you, not breaking the aggressive kiss at all. You both discard the rest of your clothes.

Kai leaves the room momentarily with the rubber suit, leaving you to desperately roll your hips as you try to cause some sort of friction.

He soon returns, his cock standing proud as i grabs a cut and a pack of kool-aid from the kitchen. After a few more minutes of trying to get any pleasure, he returns, the cup containing kool-aid mixed with something else...

"if you wanna be such a slut then go ahead and drink it" he growls, spitting into the cup and forcing it to your lips.

You reluctantly begin to drink it, the liquid thicker than water. Then it hits you.

Without saying or doing anything, you force yourself to finish it. Placing the cup aside while your thighs rub together needily.

"please kai... I really need you" your voice pleading. You see his eyes turn dark as you call him kai.

"that's not my fuckin' name. Try again or ill leave you like this. All needy and desperate with no way to relief it."

"s-sorry... Master.." you manage to whimper out, your eyes begging for him not to leave.

"that's my good little slut" he grumbles as he tightly grips your cheeks, forcing your lips together as he drains his saliva into your mouth, leaving you no choice but to swallow it.

Without any warning, he roughly pushes your thighs appart, ramming his dick into your silky hole. Your nails dig into his shoulders, loud moans and whines slipping past your lips as his dick burries itself inside you.

Hes so deep inside you swear you can feel it nudging you stomach.

"you like that you fuckin' slut? Just taking all of me like a greedy whore aren't you? Its like you want this or some shit." he groans, his balls slapping against your ass with each aggressive thrust.

You begin to feel a knot forming, your nails begining to draw blood from his shoulders due to how hard your holding onto him.

"AGH! You fuckin' bitch!" kai yells out, slapping you across the face. This is all you need for your walls to tighten around him. This causes him to slap you again as your climax crashes down.

"did i say you could cum yet!? I dont fuckin' think so! Your gonna get punished later you filthy cum slut." his voice is still loud as he clamps a hand around your throat, not tight enough to cut off your breathing but not loose enough for you to move.

After a few more thrusts, his sticky seed paints your walls white. He practically fucks it into you, wanting to increase his chance of you having his messiah baby.

"clean yourself up. I have a meeting to get to" he huffs, quickly giving you a hesitant kiss on your nose as he speedily gets changed. You would have never expected in a million years for him to give you a kiss so it was a pleasant surprise.

Guess you'll have to wait till later to see what your punishment it.

A/n: this was a 2 day process 😭🙏. This was so fun to write because i kinda ran wild with it

Thank you so much for reading! <3

[jewbeloved]

Can I request Stan, Kenny, Craig and Clyde x flirty reader please? Like reader loves showing affection to their partner and making them blush and all that fluffy.

Stan, Kenny, Craig, and Clyde with a flirty s/o🤩💖💖

I'm a sucker for donuts-

Warnings: None

Gender: Neutral

💙 Stan Marsh 🐕

It doesn't matter how many times you make him have a cuteness overload, he will never get tired of being amazed by your cuteness.

He really doesn't mind the affection you give to him, he likes the feeling of being loved by someone who deeply cares about him. ❤️

Addition to him not minding your flirty nature either, as long as he gets to spend time with you he's okay with it.

But he would probably be red as a tomato if you shoot a big flirty comment at him. How dare you make marshmallow boy be flustered reader? >:C /j

If you keep them flirty comments up, Stan is going to be whining for attention and love all day then 💙💙💙💙

🧡 Kenny Mccormick 🐁

My dude can be flirty as well, I don't know what you want to expect 💀

Except his flirty comments will make you extremely flustered then how it works with Stan.

Que this turning into a battle between y'all to see who can shoot a flirty comment to make the other one flustered. (It wouldn't be surprising if Kenny wins most of the time)

If you manage to make him flustered with a flirty comment, it's probably because he went easy on you 🫠🫠

You're going to have to accept the fact that Kinny is the flirtatious master here /hj🧡🧡🧡

💙 Craig Tucker 🐹

Awww....that's cute. *Gives you head pats* you might have to try harder than that to make Craig a blushing mess :3

You both are basically rich with love since you guys give each other attention and affection all the time. You have made a few flirty comments here and there but none of them were able to make Craig's cheeks red as a tomato ;_;

So you decided to practice some of your flirty comments to say to him (that you definitely did not just research on the internet) if you want to make your boyfriend blush you gotta step up your game.

When you manage to make him blush, Craig would be speechless for a while before coming back to his senses. Congratulations! 💛💛💙💙

❤️ Clyde Donovan 🍂

Please help this poor boy any interaction you do with him, always makes him flustered.

He might try to slip a flirty comment right back at you, but fails miserably and ends up making himself blush from it. :')

Too much affection with Clyde is enough to make him clingy and needy for attention just like Stan.

He probably likes it whenever you make him blush to be honest, even if he wants to hide it or deny it. He can't deny the fact that he loves the affection his s/o gives him.

He might not be able to make you flustered with a flirty comment, but that doesn't mean he can't make you flustered in another form of affection >:3 ❤️❤️❤️❤️

HELP IM SO SORRY IF THESE SCENARIOS ARE SHORT😭😭😭

[whirlwindimagines]

Hello! You're seriously one of the best writers for Trigun I've read! I'm super excited for future works!!! Would you be willing to write some angst? How about something like Knives continously pushing the reader away until the reader does truly disappear. You can decide how they disappear! But something introspective with Knives would be nice!

Anything for my number one fan 💙❄️💙❄️💙 CLOWN 🤡 I can’t believe you want to be down bad for Knives!!!!! Ignoring the fact I am too 🤡 I also can’t believe you read all my works get outta here 😭😭😭 song title is from Labour 😘 Also enjoy, I wasn’t sure where to go with this so open-ended it is! 

‘If our love died, would that be the worst thing?’

Millions Knives x Reader

You need to be the bigger person and let it go, you think to yourself as you know you're not going to let it go. Fighting with Knives wasn’t anything new, honestly, it’s been increasing lately. It’s more oh how the arguments went, he was dismissive at best and a childish asshole at worst and you were sick of it.

Not being able to sleep was also making these worse, you don’t even remember the last time you for a full night's rest. Knives coming in at any and all odd hours to wake up to work to continue with his plans. You knew it was important to him, it should be important to you too, but not at 3 am. You wish you go back to the early days when you were blinded by your love and commitment to knives.

You might have been a naive fool back then, but you were happy at least. And now you were starting to have doubts the closer and closer Knives got to his goals you were wavering and you don’t know what to do if Knives figured you out.

Being afraid of Knives was new to, fuck you didn’t know what to do. You were torn, because as fucked up as it all was you still loved him. How pathetic, your door opens with a slam and it startles you more than it should. Sitting up your eyes meet Knives pale blue ones, his eyes always seemed to glow in the dark.

“Come here.” His tone doesn’t leave room for arguments, but you feel like pushing it, him this thing you have. “I need to sleep, just because you don’t doesn’t mean I’ll magically be capable without it” you lay back down with a huff, heart racing as his footsteps approaches the side of the bed. 

He reaches for you grabbing you by the wrist and pulling you up, and it brings you to tears at how gentle his grip is even though his eyes are furious. “I wasn’t asking, I am not impressed by your latest tantrums.” 

You scoff you try to pull your arm back, but he tightens his grip, it’s not painful but you don’t know what will happen if you keep pushing. You know Knives was prone to violence, but he has never struck you. He probably wanted to, but Knives was complicated some days he couldn’t stand touching you the human you. And then some days he couldn’t leave you alone demanding your attention.

“My tantrums?” You hiss, you step into his face getting chest to chest with him, “if anyone been throwing a tantrum lately it’s you, I don’t want to fight with you Knives I’m tired. Why don’t you stay?” The more you talk the more the fight drains out of you. 

He drops your wrist, “if you won’t be of use then I have no reason for you.” He says it coldly and it hurts more than it should, “fine.” You reply, stepping back and sitting on the bed. “Goodnight, Knives.” He doesn’t reply as he turns and leaves, leaving you to yourself. 

Getting back under the covers, you force yourself not to cry. You’d deal with this in the morning, forcing yourself to sleep.

Morning comes quickly, you lay there for a while pondering what you should do next. You have no desire in talking to Knives, so you figure you’ll just work the day away. Knives will find you when he wants you, frowning at the thought. What were you a loyal dog waiting for their master's return?  

With that thought you force yourself from the bed and out of the room, leaving your mind perfectly blank as you continue throughout the day. Every once in a while, the memory of last night will play in your mind but you push it aside. You don’t see knives today, or the next, or even the next. 

He must be ignoring you, hating to admit you missed him. Fine if he didn’t want to talk to you, then you would seek him out instead. Marching through the halls with a purpose, you know exactly where he’ll be, already hearing the keys of a piano. He is still playing when you enter the large room, moving forward to stand beside him. 

Waiting for him to finish you speak, “I’ve always loved listening to you play, it’s been a while huh?” He doesn’t reply, and you frown reaching out a hand towards him you call out his name, and he turns quickly gripping your wrist.

“Why are you here.” So that’s how he wants to be, you sigh, “I just wanted to check up on you, we haven’t spoken– “ 

His grip tightens, and your breath hitches as he does his grip near painful, he stands narrowing his eyes at you, “whatever pathetic human emotions you are trying to convey don’t. You have become nothing but an obstacle to my endeavors.” 

You can only stare wide eyes, there is something different this time about the way he speaks to you, and your blood runs hot with anger. So, after everything, this is what Knives has come to? “Seriously? An obstacle? Is that all I am to you? After everything! All I’ve done for you it just means nothing.” 

Knives shoves you back harshly, and you stumble falling back and catching yourself on your elbows, he looks down at you as he speaks, “You are nothing to me, a means to an end.” You hate that the tears come, you hate that he’s breaking your heart and he doesn’t even care. Quickly getting to your feet the argument catches in your throat.

Fine 

You were done, this was the breaking point you needed out if that meant by his hand or yours. They would never let you escape, no not with you knew you needed to be clever, the weak and pathetic human Knives thought you were. Those who deserted the cause were met with death, you knew that yet you were not afraid.

“I’m sorry that you feel that way, I won’t bother you again.” You can’t meet his gaze; Knives doesn’t say anything just scoffs turning his back to you. As if on autopilot you reach out a hand to him, but bring it back grasping your shirt over your heart instead. 

You leave and do not look back. 

Time is not something that Knives bothers keeping track of, day and night does not matter to him. And yet he knows the passing of time has been slow without you by his side. You’ll come crawling back, it was in your human nature to not leave well enough alone.

Knives presses the keys of the piano, not playing a tune but little melodies. His mind keeps drifting to you, he knew you liked to watch him play, in a moment of weakness he had asked if you wanted to to learn how to play.

And he hates the way your eyes lit up at his words, he hated more how you made him feel in that moment, but what he hated the most is the feeling of missing you. You who was just a human, nothing but a spark in his life that would sizzle out to nothing, and he would continue on as if nothing happened. 

Slamming his hands on the piano keys he stands; he turns heading towards your room. He doesn’t need you, he doesn’t. Knives just wants to… well he doesn’t know what he wants and that frustrates him to no end. 

Opening the door with our knocking, his pale eyes dart around the room you’re not here. Walking toward the bed he placed a hand on the sheets, they are cold you haven’t been here for a while. How strange considering your constant complaints about needing sleep. 

He leaves to continue his search but isn’t able to find a trace of you. He’s not concerned, he isn’t. But he’s searched the whole damn place and nothing like you’ve ever even existed. And for some reason that scares him, more than he wants to admit. 

Then he hears the rumors, you fled in the night and didn’t look back. How you probably didn’t get far, no deserter does. The first emotion was anger, at you for leaving, for betraying him. It was the emotion he held on to the longest, then he needed to act. You haven’t been found yet, and when you were he didn’t want you killed. No, he needed you back here so he could deal with you himself.

That’s what he kept telling himself at least, the more nothing came of the search the more desperate he felt for you, now you really have turned into a distraction. He can’t afford to spend his time looking for you, he knows he has more important things to be doing. 

Knives forces himself to focus on his goals, pushing you to the back of his mind and this works for a while. But when he’s alone, or can’t seem to concentrate his mind always drifts to you and he hates you for it because after everything deep down he knows he feels something for you. 

This is bad and he knows it, he has to let it go so he will for now.

a/n: @hermitagecats Love you! <3

[zaynes-nieve]

Zayne Nieve's LADS opinions of the men

I wanna try something new, so first we're gonna get into how i feel about all of them, men, and they're pluses. But eventually, someone is gonna have to be pushed to last. it doesn't mean that they aren't great! Just means that they don't speak to me personally. Starting off first, I'm going to talk about Xavier

💜💫 Xavier 💜💫

Xavier fans, I get his appeal! Recently, I've been seeing more content for him outside of the game, and he is very soft, sleepy , who is also very possessive, lol. He is very cute, and he has cracked me up with some of the few 5-star memories I do have of him! Also learned recently, he is a hidden freak XD. He as so far been placed last on my LADS Men list, one because of my low content for him but two just because I liked the other men over him but he had managed to win me over so let's see where I'll place him after his birthday event is complete. Also, happy early birthday, Xavier 🎂 🥳

❤️🐦‍⬛Sylus ❤️🐦‍⬛

Sylus is the newest of the bunch, so it's understandable why there isn't much content, especially cause I'm not farming for him. I went out of my way to get all his original content, but after that, I hadn't tried to get any of his new content. But I've enjoyed what I have seen. He is a little to blase for me but I definitely enjoy the security in his money lol. Also No Defense Zone was a crazy watch XD. He reminds me of all of those rich male leads only softer. I am also highly curious about his lore especially because his myth story was in the modern day compared to the other leads

🧡🐡 Rafayel 🧡🐡

Rafayel is the one I have the most content for purely by chance. IDK how the pulls work for the limited if IT IS affected by affinity that is one very cool and two would explain why I typically now get Zayne cards first and Rafayel second. I have been exposed to most of his content besides Zayne, and as such, I know the most about him, his character, and his interactions with MC. He, at least to me, is very funny. I enjoy him being bratty and pouty, though I'm like 70% sure half of it is a front. Or it could he a Luo Binghesque character. I am slightly off put by the master aspect of their story, but overall, as long as it wasn't actual slavery , I also I have all of his free memories, so expect him to be placed decently well

💙❄️ Zayne 💙❄️

I saved him for last. It it wasn't clear by 1. My username, 2. My PFP, 3. My Master List of my dedication to collecting his cards. The fact I spent probably 60$ to attempt and pull for a second Zayne to own ONE of his color changes for once. I'm a Zayne main. This section, in particular, is completely biased. Being even more real, this ranking shouldn't even include him. Because my bias behind is making him first place regardless, this is a competition between the other three men. Zayne is originally a little stand offish, but he is just socially awkward. He is very sweet and loving, and he cares about all his patients (we are just his favorite lol) he has some of the funniest side characters, and he treats us very well. Our relationship also physically hurts me because FUCK ASTRA. MY GOD that bitch as his coming as soon as I find his location. He can't even tell us he loves us 😭. The moon allegories are crazy because apparently one. It's a way to express your love apparently in China? Don't quote me on that I saw it like three times, it's like a specific phrase but it also reminds me on one the story of Chang'e and her multiple myths with her husband and the immortality pill. I personally prefer the one where she doesn't rob her husband. Like Over the Moon did. But it hits me in the feels. So much. It isn't the only time the moon is used for something the long for either. I feel like most of us didn't feel like we got that we wanted from the Dawn Breaker card, or at least I personally would have like to be less confused about the Dawnbreaker/Our Zayne situation. Maybe hopefully, they will give Dawn Breaker a myth story. But I still enjoyed a lot of aspects of it, and it goes deeper into the connection between our Zayne and Dawnbreaker

But for now I wanna see a popularity poll so

If it is a background character I want to see names!

[echos-girlfriend]

I was scrolling through a blog and found a link here. Your work is so good, and even better, you take requests! You totally don’t have to do this, but if you’re up for it, I’d love to see some Echo angst (as specially if y/n is dying or something). Thanks so much and I hope you’re having a great day!

Howdy!

Thank you lovely! Welcome to my blog! It’s chaotic sometimes but we always have fun here! You can come round these parts whenever you like!

So you want to put me through torment by writing a fic about echo’s lover dying.. I gotchu! I hate seeing my mans sad but sometimes it’s good to be sad and your request is down below 👇

Hope you like it anon! 💙💜🤍

Its my time.. to go

Echo x reader

Master list

~_~_~_~

You have a failing immune system and got sick.. this time the medicine just isn’t enough and your time to go.

~_~_~_~

Warning: sad times 😭.. reader dies. Echo is in excruciating pain over it..

~_~_~_~

Echo sat on the hospital cot.. hugging you his side. You weren’t going to last through the night.. the doctors had told you.

“Echo. Please don’t cry”

“What am I supposed to do when your.. not here anymore”

“You’ll look after your brothers.. and omega needs you to take my spot as her mother figure..”

Echo smiled but it quickly faded to a tight frown. You started to lose your self too. You felt tears fall.

“Echo. Echo look at me please”

His year stained face turned to you. His lips shaking trying to not to lose all control.

“I love you so much echo..”

Your hands cupped around his cheeks. You smiled at him and piled his head down. Your lips met with his.

“I must go. I can’t stay”

“Please cyare. Please don’t go.”

~_~_~_~

“Why can’t we go see her?”

“Omega..”

Hunter crouched down in front of her

“She’s not.. doing too well. It’s best we let echo have time with her alone”

Omega nodded but she still had a frown on her face.

Tech and wrecker looked at Hunter solemnly. Telling omega about your passing would be the hardest thing anyone of them would have to do.

~_~_~_~

“Echo. Remember what I said.. omega won’t have me anymore she needs you..”

“Cyarika..”

“I love you.. so so much.”

Echo rested his forehead against yours. Your hand coming to rest on his cheek..

“I love you cyare.. please don’t go yet.”

You hand slumped from his cheek.. he caught it holding it there. He looked at your beautiful face.. it looked peaceful. Like you were having a nice dream in a far off world… but he knew you wouldn’t wake up this time..

He sat there in silence for several minutes.. he wasn’t sure what he was waiting for but his emotions soon came.. a gut wrenching cry of agony left his mouth.

The rest of the batch sitting in the waiting room could hear. Omega got up and started to run to the door.

“No omega!”

Hunter grabbed her arm pulling her back.

“But.. but something happens to her! We have to go!”

“Omega.. she’s. She’s..”

He kneeled down.

“She’s not with us anymore..”

“Is.. is that why echo is crying.. but.. but she’s. She can’t be gone hunter.. I love her too much!”

Hunter nodded solemnly.. feeling tear strain the back of his eyes. You were like their sister. You had been with them for years. You were like a mother to omega.. you were loved by all of them..

~_~_~_~

Echo held your head gently. He wanted you to wake up desperately.. he knew it wouldn’t happen..

“My cyarika.. my lovely.. I will love no one.. ever again. Not like I loved you.. you are mine for eternity.. no matter how long it takes me I will see you again.. my cyar’ika.. my heart. I love you dearly..”

The hearing is the last thing to go.. those words were the last thing you ever heard.. and they carried you to the afterlife.. where you would wait for your echo to return to you..

~_~_~_~

And now I’m going to go cry in a deep dark hole..

~_~_~_~

[annathesillyfriend]

he was a supersoldier after all, he not only had the strength, but the brains too. And beauty.

facts!

“No pressure, honest! It’s not like the world is depending on you or anything!”

we love a supportive friend 😅

“Tony,” you interrupted him, unimpressed, “this is literally a bowling alley.”

he is such a drama queen i love it 😂😂

“But we cannot have our ass handed to us by FBI agents, Jones!” Tony sputtered. “…even if it’s a great ass.”

XDDDDDD it is, isn't it 🍑

“True that, Tony. I could not agree more. It is a pretty awesome ass and I did have a hand on it before,”

god i wish that were me 😭

One: Garcia and Clint gave an appreciative hum of agreement. Two: JJ, Emily and Natasha smirked behind their glass, taking a pointed sip of their drinks. Three: Morgan and Reid nearly choked on their drinks, while Hotch kept his expression almost straight, only one corner of his lips twitching. Four: Bruce Banner and David Rossi looked as if they wanted to be anywhere but where they were at the moment. Five: Tony’s scandalized expression was a thing of your brightest dreams.

this couldn't be more fitting 😂

To make things even better, Steve must have had a master’s degree in kissing, if not a PhD., and enormous part of that was that he paid attention. He liked to explore what you enjoyed, he let you take charge when you as much as hinted at wanting it, he could kiss sweet, he could kiss playful, he could kiss filthy in a way that made you feel like you might burst into flames unless he paid attention to certain parts of your body more.

love that for her honestly

What if he just didn’t know how to tell you without hurting you that he found the idea of sleeping with you unappealing? Hell, slightly repulsive even?

girl, what are you even talking about

“Uhm, this sounds so stupid when I say it out loud, but do you think Steve and I’ve got… chemistry?”

“No, you don’t. JJ, I’d climb him like a tree and let him fold me like a laundry and I don’t even know what that means and how I know these expressions!"

same

"What if he doesn’t see me that way?”

“But we’re talking about you here. And… I admit, as I was home with Henry, I got more into those, uhm, magazines for mums and forums and stuff and I remember reading up on something that might actually help you resolve your specific situation. But you have to promise me not to say no right away because it’s a little… controversial.”

i am interested 👀👀

“Talk to him,”

AHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAH this is brilliant

“Not to call you out, but… do I have a beef with someone for making my girl sad?”

i love him more with every sentence that leaves his mouth

“Hey Tony?” Steve called out after him, his voice an equivalent of a smug smirk. “No pressure! It’s not like the world is depending on you or anything!”

SHSHSHSHSHS

It was no help that the lyrics spoke of a her being made of candy, the back of her throat and holes and getting some, filling Steve’s imagination with everything but propriate images of you and him. He didn’t know what the song was about, but he didn’t care.

i bet she'd love to explain it all to him if he asked nicely ;)

Hell, Steve would smother you with kisses. He’d kiss you till you were dizzy with lack of air, drinking from your lips, then your other lips until you’d be breathless for a wholly different reason, chanting his name and trying to wiggle out of the firm grip he’d have on those sinful hips having swayed so indecently just a minute ago. Fuck.

fuck indeed 😅😅

Tonight, more than ever, which alone was a feat, he was growing desperate to lose yourself in you.

be our guest!

i love this and i love our idiots in love. i am really looking forward to that talk i'm sure they're gonna have next part. it was amazing as always my love, hope you're doing amazing 💙💙

No Pressure - Pt.1 (S.R.)

Type: two-shot, early relationship, canon-ish (see A/N)

Pairining: Steve Rogers x reader (GG x Sparkles)     Word count: 6800

Summary: Only four weeks after you said your goodbyes, the Avengers and the BAU meet up again for an important assignment. Tensions and tensions are a little high, because you and Steve have some…intimate things to work out. But you will – you always do, right? Maybe with a little help from a friend.

Mission location: Quantico, Virginia;   Subject: JJ’s birthday celebration;  Objective: enjoy the night

Warnings: 18+ for some NSFW thoughts, FLUFF, mention of canon-typical violence and injuries, language

A/N: Standalone or a two-shot following Love on the Brain series and its oneshots - you might profit from checking the masterlist for characters; divider by firefly-graphics 😍

A/N: Plan - 6,8k of fluff and 12k of healthy communication and NSFW 😁

“Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own.” ― Robert A. Heinlein

Czytaj dalej

[they-are-freakin-legos]

The Ninja in order from Master Wu's Least Favorite to Master Wu's Favorite.

Jay: it's not that he dislikes Jay, he's just his least favorite. He's loud, and always screaming. And that's a lot sometimes. 📣📢💙

Lloyd: The son of the woman he wanted to be with but chose his brother instead. He's family, obviously, but he's still bitter on the inside. 🚫💍😭💚

Kai: He can be a little bit self centered and arrogant at time. And Wu thinks that can be so annoying when it comes up at the wrong moment. He also tries to do stuff on his own, so they don't bond like the others do.😏🔥🔥❤️

Pixal: They spend ALL of that time together on the bounty, of course they've bonded. With all of the contraptions she builds, Master Wu just gets to embrace the new technology and he's so proud of her, and so proud to have her on the team.🤖🪛⏳️💜

Zane: His father made him leave, of course Wu is like a father to him. Zane will do everything he asks, he'll be practically perfect every time. And he's still nice and caring. Definitely a favorite.🥰👌🧊🤍

Cole: Cole ran away from home first, and found Wu first. They had all of that time to bond and talk about things, and train. They definitely bonded like a father and son. Plus, did you SEE the way they interacted in MotM??? Hilarious. Cole does what he's asked, just like Zane, but still makes jokes and whatnot, still tries to have fun. And this old man needs to have some fun.🎉⛰️😢🖤

Nya: when she, y'know, 💧🌊🌊👩, Master Wu went absolutely INSANE trying to bring her back. Plus the time she was trying to figure out how to use her powers, he was always there with the buckets. Plus the time before her powers, they were always together on Destiny's Bounty. She's fistey, and she's independent, and he's watched her completeky grow as a person, from Samurai X to The Water Ninja. She is his favorite, 100% ❤️🤍💕😘💫🎉🖤💙💜💞🌊

In Summary:

Thank you for your time.

[bryhaven]

RivaMika and their children HEADCANONS

While Mikasa is still pregnant with the children, Levi cannot use his cleaning supplies liberally as Mikasa's nose will detect it from a mile away 🤣

First child is a male, second is female.

Boy has blue eyes from Levi and hair with middle fringe like Mikasa. Girl has gray eyes from Mikasa and bangs similar to Levi.

Boy is more carefree, rebellious, impulsive, and free-spir​it​ed. Girl is more prim and proper, serious, and stoic.

My names for their children are Liam for the boy and Miria for the girl.

Both children have Ackerman strength (of course 😍) and awakened once people close to them are in trouble.

When playing with toys, for example a ball, children throw it unknowingly strong due to Ackerman strength and end up damaging walls, furniture, glasses, picture frames, or mirrors etc accidentally. Levi and Mikasa have had to replace stuff or place things only in their master's bedroom because of this 😆

Both Levi and Mikasa are doting to their children and spoil them most of the time.

Mikasa is more lenient when the kids are still young, being an affectionate and caring mother (e. g. fixing the scarf on their kid's neck and fussing over them, buying lots of toys and sweets for them). But becomes more strict when the kids get older like being in Asian mom mode 🤣 (e. g. slipper is ready for when their son comes home later than usual). Though her strictness comes more from being overprotective of their children.

Levi is more strict when the kids are still young, being a cautious and watchful father (e. g. doesn't want their kids eating too much candy, makes kids eat veggies). But becomes more lenient when the kids get older and he'll be like, "Do what you think is right. As long as you don't regret it, and you assume its consequences."

Liam protects his little sister, Miria, and his close friend from bullies by fighting them off with his Ackerman strength. And he'll have a reputation of being the strongest kid in town feared by other children. He's more of the brawn type of kid although he is also pretty clever and can easily pick up on things.

Liam is the type of kid who will get in trouble at school for getting into fights. But the fights are mostly to save his friend or when he is being belittled. Then Levi and Mikasa gets called to the principal's or headmaster's office after the first school day 😂

Miria on the other hand is more quiet and low profile. But people shouldn't underestimate her as well since she is both brains and brawn.

Miria is the type who will report to Levi and Mikasa if her older brother, Liam, gets in trouble. And she'll come up to her brother and be like, "I told you so." or "Told you that was a stupid idea."

Mikasa will encourage Levi to attend Parent-Teacher meetings and events in school. Levi despises the idea but attends anyway. And he'll be all awkward like, "Do I have to do this?" (e. g. trying to dance along with the kids in the event). Needless to say, other mothers and guardians in school will be like, "That father looks so handsome! Do you think he still has a wife?" 🤣

Mikasa will enjoy attending school events. Though she may be awkward at first. But once she gets the hang of it, she will gladly join their kids in whatever tasks they need to do for the event. Other parents will be like, "Such a lovely young mother! Probably some guy just did her and left when she was already with child." 😭

Some images I made from Pic Crew to visualize the children's appearances 🥰 Pic Crew boy || Pic Crew girl

@acker-worshipper Sorry this took so long. But here it is, and I hope you like it. Do tell me what you think 🙂

Lovely RM fic writers, you may feel free to use these ideas if you make a RM child in your stories (except for the kid's names because me and my babu came up with those 😂). And do tag me so I can read it and give it love as well ahah 💙

I've also already introduced my version of Ackerbabies/Ackerkids in my story Solace, and my Spy x Ackerman edit Enrolling her in school. So please do check those out 🙏

I may add some more to this list, but this is all I have for now 😅 and hopefully soon I'll also be able to draw my own version of them as well 💖

[dells-bells]

delllllllllllzzzz! any chance of a wip snippet? we're on tenterhooks for you to grace us with your lovely, brilliant content!!

🥺

babes! 🥺😭💙 this is so sweet to find in my inbox, thank you so much!

I do not have anything recently written—life kind of derailed about September-ish, in extremely good ways and some not-so-great ways too. BUT. I have ventured into the archives of my Google drive for you and found you this and I am hoping I have not shared this before

(for context, young!padawan Anakin is having trouble sleeping and comm’d Obi-Wan for help, who directed him to wake up Master):

“Whatever, Obi-Wan.” Anakin dragged himself out of bed and left his bedroom, padding across his quarters to Qui-Gon’s door. It was open as it always was, and the only sound inside was Qui-Gon softly breathing. Anakin hesitated at the doorway, reluctant to disturb him. “Do I have to?” he whispered into the comm.

“Yes.”

Obi-Wan’s voice through the comm seemed especially loud in the quiet of Qui-Gon’s room than it had in Anakin’s, and Anakin panicked and shut the link down before it could wake Qui-Gon. It was difficult to tell, but Qui-Gon’s eyes didn’t seem like they’d opened, and his breathing was still slow and even. Coming here had been a poor idea; there was no need to bother his master. Anakin turned to leave, but before he could make a single step away, he heard Qui-Gon say, “Ani.”

Anakin stopped and turned back, feeling sheepish. “Sorry, Master.”

Qui-Gon stretched his arm out towards Anakin. “Come.”

It was a hard gesture to resist. Anakin stepped forward into the room and came to sit on Qui-Gon’s bed. He attempted to try the mature thing of just sitting there, but Qui-Gon reached out and pulled him into his arms, allowing no choice in the matter. Anakin snuggled against his chest like he was ten years old again, just a small thing in need of a good cuddle. He was far too old for it now, but Qui-Gon didn’t seem to be willing to negotiate the matter.

“Trouble sleeping still?”

“Obi-Wan won’t take me for sweet ice,” Anakin explained sulkily.

Qui-Gon chuckled. “At this hour? Did you truly expect him to?”

“He should.”

“It’s too late for sweet ice.”

“You sound just like him,” Anakin complained. “It’s never too late for sweet ice, and ten is too early for bed.”

“Ten is a perfectly reasonable time for bed, especially for padawans who disobeyed their bedtimes the night before.”

Anakin pulled a face. “I’m not disobeying tonight, Master. Really. I just can’t sleep.”

“Would you like to talk about why?”

Anakin shook his head. He knew that question was coming, but he still didn’t want to answer it. “No.”

“All right. What would help?”

“Sweet—”

“Besides sweet ice,” Qui-Gon added, his tone mild and amused. “Tea?”

Anakin made the same repulsed noise as he has on the comm with Obi-Wan when he had suggested the same thing.

“You may find it helps more than you’d expected,” Qui-Gon offered. “You won’t know unless you give it a try.”

“Tea is disgusting. No thanks.”

“All right.” Qui-Gon hugged him. “Then close your eyes and rest here.”

“Master, I’ve tried. I think I’m just not meant to go to sleep this early. I should sleep in the day and be awake at night.”

“That will not be happening, little one. You need your rest, and as you have many activities and lessons and training during the day, you will have to sleep at night in order to be rested for all of your commitments.”

I am also writing a little fic for a winter exchange that I will hopefully finish! 🤞 It’s not Star Wars though (although 👀 I’m having Thoughts™️ 👀 so if we’re lucky maybe I’ll write a SW thing before Christmas🤞)

Thank you so much babes 🥺 I hope to get my life together enough to have time to write again—I miss it!

[somnia-project]

4 - Eve

!! Okay, for some reason tumblr isn't letting me properly format this post. I'm sorry in advance for that. This is why the tumblr Permalink pages exist, though, for when stupid shit like this happens 🙃 !! [Previous Chapter] - [Next Chapter] Words: 3,038 Rated [T+] - Here is an explanation of my rating system. Pairing: ChiLumi Summary: A hoard of monsters suddenly attacks Mondstat, leaving Tartaglia and Lumine no choice but to join the fight to fend them off. Read on Ao3, Read on Wattpad, or continue to read here on Tumblr below. This chapter could not have been completed on time without the help of @noelleismywife, who beta-read and provided vital input!! Thank you so much for helping me get this out by my Saturday deadline! 😭💙 Please enjoy this chapter and let me know what you think! I take constructive criticism, btw. 😏

The streets had become crowded with chaos. Knights were encouraging people to seek shelter inside buildings while adventurers rushed outside of the front gate with their weapons drawn. Tartaglia’s hands twitched at his sides; he didn’t know what was going on, but he knew he wanted to be a part of it before it was over. Lumine grabbed an adventurer as they passed by.

“What’s going on?” she asked.

“A hoard of monsters across the bridge near the front gate!” they panted. “The Knights of Favonius and the Guild want all hands on deck for this!”

“All?!” Paimon said incredulously. “That’s just crazy! It can’t really be that serious, can it?!”

“This could be bad,” Tartaglia muttered. If the Fatui were behind the attack, he could end up interfering with their goals and causing trouble for himself. For him to fight alongside the Knights of Favonius could be seen as treason to those higher up on the food chain. He didn’t much care what they thought of him, but he didn’t exactly want to give them a reason to eliminate him if they saw him as a threat. Even worse, they could be using him as a means to attempt to convince the Knights that the Fatui were a necessary force in Mondstat again. However when it really came down to it, with Lumine backing him up it might not even matter if he simply fought without thinking about choosing sides.

“You think it’s the Fatui?” Lumine questioned.

“I honestly have no idea.” Tartaglia started to make his way toward the front gate, drawn by the sounds of a ruin guard firing into the air. “I might be able to tell if we get a closer look.”

“You just wanna take on all those monsters by yourself! I know your game!” Paimon huffed. Tartaglia turned around and smiled at her, shrugging.

“Is it that obvious?”

“Yes!” She pointed at him and pouted. “And don’t go off and do that thing that you do!”

“Thing?” He tilted his head to the side trying to think of what she meant.

“It’s fine, Paimon,” Lumine interjected. “Let him do what he wants.”

“But-! You said-!” Paimon groaned and stomped her feet in the air. “If it gets really bad out there I’m not helping!” she whined and then vanished into the air with a sparkle.

“Does she usually help?” Tartaglia snorted.

“Let’s just go,” Lumine rolled her eyes and rushed toward the front gate. As they made their way forward it became apparent how bad the problem was when a stray cicin flew straight at her. Tartaglia summoned his bow, but she had run it through with her sword before he could knock an arrow. An elemental creature like that wouldn’t dare enter the city unless something was attracting it. He looked all around them, but couldn’t see anyone who might have been trying to control it. She cut down another one before they made it outside of the front gate.

“Traveler, Tartaglia!” Acting Grand Master Jean called and gestured toward them, to which they quickly responded.

“What in the world is going on?” Lumine asked.

“We don’t know why, but hoards of monsters are approaching the city. I don’t suppose you have any information about this?” Jean narrowed her eyes at Tartaglia. Her hand rested on the hilt of her sword, shoulders tensed.

“What makes you think I would tell you if I did?”

“Childe, now is not the time for this!” As Lumine turned to scold him, a group of hilichurls rushed directly toward her. Tartaglia quickly summoned his two hydro blades and dashed past her, cutting them both down before they could get near. He spun the blades in hands and he lazily turned around to face the two women.

“That. That’s what makes me think you would,” Jean muttered before she took off dashing across the bridge to join the center of the fight. Lumine shot him a quick glance before following her.

He didn’t want to think about being caught in more political turmoil. So what if the hoard of monsters was some sort of Fatui plot? He wasn’t going to let himself miss out on a fight. He threw himself into the fray, using it as a distraction from his thoughts. As he ran through various slimes and hilichurls, he could feel the bubbling euphoria of battle in his veins, drowning everything else out.

“Well that was a disappointment,” Tartaglia sighed, waving away his blades and placing his hands on his hips. Winded adventurers strewn about the ground looked up at him with disdain.

“Don’t be an ass,” Lumine growled.

“Yeah!” Paimon chimed in with her sudden reappearance. “All these Knights and adventurers fought really hard to protect their city! You were just in it for the fight!”

As much as Tartaglia wanted to respond with a clever quip, she wasn’t wrong. He looked around at the exhausted adventurers and the Knights of Favonius making rounds to hydrate them and treat their injuries. Mondstat really was weak. How they had managed to protect their nation’s secrets from the Fatui for so long baffled him.

“Well, well,” Kaeya’s voice cut through the breeze as he approached, “it looks like you two didn’t even break a sweat.”

“These guys are just small fry for me,” Tartaglia bragged, grinning and straightening his back. He shrugged and gestured to a dismantled ruin guard.

“Well they aren’t small fry to clean up,” Kaeya frowned. “You couldn’t keep them away from the main road at least?”

“Really? I help to protect your city and all you have to say is-“ Tartaglia was interrupted by Paimon screeching. He whipped his head around to see her cowering behind Lumine, who was fighting off more electro cicins that had made their way over to her. While she pinned one to a nearby tree with her sword, another latched onto the gathered part of her dress and began to pull. Both Tartaglia and Kaeya called out and ran to her side while a third cicin buzzed around her head. She lost her balance as she tried to swat at it, and as she hit the ground the mysterious object Tartaglia had picked up earlier that day fell from her pocket.

He snatched the cicin buzzing around her head and slammed it into the ground, stunning it before he overhanded toward the lake to perish. He turned back around and offered his hand to Lumine. To his surprise, she accepted his offer to help lift her back to her feet. Kaeya took care of the other cicin, freezing it until it no longer moved before running it through with his sword. He knelt down next to its corpse and picked up the object.

“What are you doing with something like this?” he asked, not taking his eyes off of it.

“Wait,” Paimon came around from the back of the tree she was hiding behind, “do you know what it is, Kaeya?”

“It’s a lure,” Kaeya told them. “I’ve seen ones like it before. They can be placed on objects like this, plants, and even people. This one seems especially potent in luring monsters. It should never have been brought into the city. Why didn’t you report it?” He held the object in his open palm; a beacon of uncertainty and wavering trust.

“I didn’t realize,” Lumine quickly responded. “I thought I could purify it. I didn’t think anything like this would happen just from this little thing.” Tartaglia narrowed his eyes and snatched the object from Kaeya.

“What do you think you’re doing?!” Kaeya gasped.

“I think you can purify it,” Tartaglia mused to Lumine as he held the object up against the lamp light on the bridge. “Look, the color’s changed.” The group leaned in to look up at the object which had now taken on a reddish hue.

“Give me more time,” Lumine requested, taking the object back. “I’ll take it away from the city and finish purifying it. If I can’t do it I know someone in Liyue who might be able to help.”

“You’ll continue to be chased by monsters until the lure is dispelled. Should we send backup with you?”

“I’m fine on my own. Besides,” Lumine swatted Tartaglia’s chest with the back of her hand, “I’ve got plenty of backup right here.”

“Oh,” Kaeya narrowed his eyes as he looked up to Tartaglia with a wide smirk. “I’ll have to report all of this to the Acting Grand Master. Send an update on the situation when you arrive in Liyue.”

Lumine nodded.

“You’ll be passing through Stone Gate, I’m assuming,” he continued. “If you run into Diluc, don’t tell him about this. No need for him to come rushing back to the city when the Knights of Favonius already have this situation under control. You’d better get going before more monsters show up.” Kaeya turned his back and waved as he walked away from them. “I’ll catch you guys later.”

“Let’s go,” Lumine ordered. “We’ll have to avoid the main roads, so we’ll travel along the lake and then cut through Wolvendom to make it to Stone Gate.”

“But that’ll take all night!” Paimon whined. “Are you sure we can’t just stay on the road? It’s been a while since any monsters atta- EEK!” She was interrupted when a lone hilichurl came barreling toward them with a torch, stumbling over and lighting itself on fire when it tripped on a tree root. Tartaglia charged a single hydro shot and fired, taking it out almost as quickly as it had appeared.

“You were saying?” he deadpanned.

As the three made their way northeast they took out occasional monsters that attacked, but as they traveled further away from the city a small hoard began to form in pursuit.

“I’m tired of being chased!” Paimon whined. “Just get rid of the stupid thing!”

“No! We haven’t come this far just to throw it away now!” Tartaglia asserted.

He thinned out the hoard that was tailing them with his bow while Lumine continued to cut down various monsters as they made their way through the forest. Once they made their way about halfway into Wolvendom, the monsters stopped chasing them completely. Whether it was because the lure was wearing off due to Lumine’s purification or because they’d slaughtered every threat in the surrounding area, he couldn’t tell.

They finally were able to slow their pace and find an area nestled between the trees to build a campfire. Even Paimon made an effort to be helpful by finding a few sunsettia fruits for them to roast over the fire. Any normal person might pass out from the exhaustion that came with running and fighting nonstop through the night, but Tartaglia found himself wide awake, heart and head still pounding.

“Get some rest, I’ll keep watch,” he offered.

Lumine sighed as she scooted closer to him and rested her head on his shoulder. She pulled the object that had started their plight from her pocket and turned it over in her hand. The red color had definitely gotten brighter.

“What a mess,” she complained. “Why’d you have to pick this thing up anyway?”

“You wouldn’t have?” he questioned.

“Yeah, you’re probably right.” Lumine closed her hand around the object and stuffed it back into her pocket. Tartaglia realized that he had been reaching out for it when he found that his hand was hovering in the air over nothing. He thought about what Kaeya had said about the lure. Could it have been affecting him too? He grabbed one of the sticks they’d used to roast the sunsettia fruits and stirred the coals, using the bright flashes of orange to distract him from wherever that thought was going.

When he was satisfied with his prodding he tilted his head to the side and rested against Lumine. Her breathing had mellowed to a steady pace and her head felt heavy on his shoulder. She must have fallen asleep. He tried to meet the pattern of her breathing with his own; anything to get his heart to slow down.

He wondered if she always fell asleep so easily, if she would be able to fall asleep in the middle of the woods like that under normal circumstances…or was it because he was there with her? Regardless, he kept watch until the sun began to rise.

——

“Here’s your tea.” The old man on the bridge at Stone Gate presented three cups to the group, setting them on the table in front of each of them and not questioning why Paimon floated instead of sitting in a seat. Tartaglia snorted at the thought of Paimon in a children’s booster seat.

“What’s so funny so early in the morning?” she snapped.

“Oh, nothing,” he hummed. “Just thinking about how they say the longer you go without sleep, the more at risk you are of losing your mind.” He threw his head back and laughed until Lumine kicked him from under the table.

“If you’re looking for a place to recharge, the Wangshu Inn is having some sort of event tonight,” the old man told them. “Several boats from the Dawn Winery came through yesterday loaded with food and drink. It seems the two might be considering a partnership of some kind.” Paimon instantly perked up at the man’s mention of food.

“That actually sounds like a great idea, Paimon is starving!”

Tartaglia favored the idea as well, not just for the opportunity for them to relax, but as an opportunity to spend more time with Lumine. Normal time, without the Knights of Favonius, Fatui, or anyone else up their asses. Time that they could spend together without being watched.

“We could use some actual rest, don’t you think, Lumi?”

“Well,” she contemplated for a moment, “the person I thought of who could help purify the object lives in the area, so this could work out for us.”

“Yay! Paimon can’t wait!” She went on and on about eating while Tartaglia stood from the table and moved closer to Lumine.

“I was hoping I wouldn’t have to bother him though,” she mumbled and pulled the object out of her pocket. When she looked down at it in her hand her eyes widened and she froze. “Wh- What the hell is this?”

Without its metal housing, the object in Lumine’s hand looked foreign, as if it was meant to be something other than what it clearly was: A Vision. A glowing red, Pyro Vision. Paimon gasped.

“Did it resonate with you because you purified it?!”

“Try using it,” Tartaglia insisted.

Lumine took a deep breath and stood, holding out her other hand with her palm facing upward. Several seconds passed before she shook her head.

“That must mean the owner of this Vision is still alive somewhere,” he said. Something burned within him when he looked at it, it’s piercing glow urging him to take it from Lumine’s grasp. She didn’t argue when he traced his fingers over her wrist before reclaiming the Vision from her. When he touched it he felt a longing within it, like it was never supposed to be separated from the person whose ambition it bore. It missed whoever it belonged to, and when he pulled his hand away from Lumine’s to put the Vision in his belt bag, despite how she was standing right in front of him, he missed her.

“Well how the heck are we supposed to find the owner?!” Paimon threw her arms up at her sides.

“Let’s sleep on it,” Lumine yawned and stretched her arms in the air. Tartaglia watched as the muscles in her back tensed and relaxed again. “I don’t want to think about working right now.”

“Me either.” Tartaglia also yawned and rubbed his eyes. Just the thought of sleeping in a bed was enough to finally make him feel tired. The Vision was safe with them for now. They could think about how to find its owner later. He had a feeling it wouldn’t let them forget. He walked close to Lumine’s side as they made their way toward Liyue.

After making it to Wangshu Inn and avoiding the commotion of the lower floor to get to the elevator, the group finally found themselves ever closer to real sleep. Tartaglia was scratching the cat sitting at the front desk behind its ears while Lumine talked to the innkeeper.

“Ah,” Verr Goldet paused before looking back up at Lumine, her finger still on the page. “The only room we have available right now is a luxury suite with a single bed.”

“Price isn’t an issue,” Lumine insisted. “We’ll take it.”

Tartaglia wondered if she was too tired to notice that Verr Goldet had said the room only had a single bed or if she simply didn’t care. Shit, he was too tired to care. He watched as Lumine took the key from the innkeeper and gave the cat a quick pet on the head, then quickly followed her to their room.

The room itself certainly was luxurious. It was spacious, with a table for tea in the center and a view of the marsh. To the side was the aforementioned single bed, but also a small couch with a silk throw blanket. Though the room itself didn’t matter to Tartaglia as he quickly stripped off his jacket, as well as his boots, socks and belt bag. He opened the drawer of the nightstand and placed his belt bag inside before closing it again, and then he threw himself onto the bed without even bothering to move the sheets. Lumine did the same, stripping down to her underclothes and bare feet before crawling onto the bed and collapsing next to him with a huff.

“Hey, leave room for Paimon!”

Tartaglia wrapped his arm around Lumine’s waist and pulled her closer, and she pushed his legs apart with her knee to settle her thigh between his own thighs. He was glad that they weren’t under the blankets because she was so warm. He rested his chin just above her head, her bangs occasionally tickling his neck when she took deep breaths. It wasn’t long at all before sleep overtook him.

[khaleesiofalicante]

This is about last chapter, bc I missed this ask box but it was one of my favorite!! How do you do it?!? 💙

We stan Izzy ok bye😎

Raphael>>>

God, that scene was so heartbreaking but also beautiful in a way, Alec staying right beside Magnus, promising to never leave, informing himself AND also asking him what does he wants!! That right there is so important!

“The same reason you didn’t come to your parents, Alec,” Magnus sighs. “I was scared you would not love me anymore.” I actually love the parallel of this and the "Because every time you come out to someone, it's sort of the first thing they ask - Why Didn't You Tell Me?" scene

“It seems unfair to me that we can laugh together but when you cry, you have to do it alone,” Yes I am crying, so what?? 🥺

ROSEWOOD>>>>>>>>>

Rafael is me when it comes to friends jdhdusk

Rafael taking care of Max hurts me a silly amount :)

“No,” Max says. “I came to see if you wanted to have lunch together.” the parallel of him always having lunch with someone and then no one... 

They should have canceled the show right then and there. But no. What do they say? The show must go on.

I LOVE THE EPISODES METAPHOR SO MUCH HOLY SHIT I LOVE METAPHORS 🥺

Maybe he stopped watching because his mind had told him that the series finale is close by. He isn’t looking forward to that much. WHY DOES THIS HURT SO MUCH?!?

THE FUCKING PICTURE😭🥺

Max always being MOOD AF😎

That whole scene. Just everything. The way Rafael called him Bapak and the Magnus. The “Keep looking at Rafael. Please, bapak. Keep looking at Rafael.”. And holy shit “Like mother. Like son.” was actually terrifying and I had to take a moment, but It was one of my fave scenes. Sooo well done <3 “Look at the face,” bapak says. “Remember the face. Don’t forget the face.” I also screamed at this ngl

Catarina, Ragnor and Raphael going and staying with Magnus, Max crying, Alec calling Thomas... It was a lot but it was amazing!

And the last Timeline holy shit!!!! I LOVED LOVED LOVED IT!!

Anjali>>>

David is a wild af, smooth af, but also a soft babe and those three and a dangerous combination..

Damn Clary indeed! Honestly, go off woman!!

He is so brave for trying to reach to his mother🥺

The shower scene>>>>

“You do have a type!” Max grins now. “You like misunderstood assholes with good hearts!” GOD HE IS SO FUCKING OBLIVIOUS!! 

“Anything for your lover, Master Max?” It must be hard for Elyaas to be the best character ever but we stan💙

David pulls back. “When do you love me then?” Only when I breathe. <3333333

Who knew that game would actually turn up to be healthy communication?!? Idk but the whole scene was *chef kiss*

Dad does this thing when he gets really, really angry. Sometimes when dad is super angry…he cries. Now I am crying but its ok :)

Note to self: People don't wait around. People move on. Not everyone is like your dad. This hits to close to home 💔

DAVID AND HIS PLANS>>>

MAVID CHILDREN>>>

God, David using Max’s slang got me CRYING!! I WAS DYING 😂😂

The mental image of David carrying Max to his bed is the best thing to ever happen dont @ me

He thinks of some options. I got your back, bitch. No worries. Cools. I want to have your babies. I laughed so much and Idk why duhdkdhdksk

Mint chocolate chip for dad. Coffee for Rafe. French Vanilla for Max. Blueberry for bapak.

They don’t turn up.

Of course, they don't.

Max begins to eat by himself.

Now we dont have time to unpack ALL that,, but lets just say I'm emo😭😭

“Mind if I join you?”

Max looks up.

He smiles.

I love you. I love you. I love you.

EXCUSE ME WHOLE I GO TO SCREAM ABOUT THEM AJDHDLJDKD

The mavid content cures all ailments istg 😤😤😤

I have a tiktok for you 🤭

Max 🤣🤣🤣🤣

[blondeyutaa]

ok OK OK I THINK I FOUND MY FAV NCT WRITER AND I WANNA CRY WITH JOY NGL 🥺😭💚

Honestly, after reading this I needed a moment to breathe and try to put into words everything I felt while making some sort of sense lol 🙈 Also, knowing I can make posts like this - like I do on Marvel fics - makes me so happy, so thank you for that feedback, Nova 💖

First of all, I love ALL characters?!?! I am so whipped for all of them, and it is quite impressive that ALL of them have a voice in here, even if the main characters are Mark and the always super lucky Y/N 🙈 And even having them in this dynamic, as frat boys (which would usually make me gag a little) they are so fun and full of personality - and you can see hints of their "rl personalities" in these characters and it truly makes me want to be a part of this world so badly 🥺 I especially love Haechan and Yuta, I just... wanna hug the former and fuck the latter? LMAO 🙈

ANYWAY, I digress! 😅 Talking about main characters: Mark is so... Mark 🥺💚🥰 He is so sweet, thoughtful, caring, tender and loving, I just cannot even skanskskskw I have a huge stupid crush on Mark, so to envision this little world with him being all loving and perfect warms my heart SO MUCH 🥺😭 Not once he was out of character, and he was a huge gentleman through and through... I am absolutely IN LOVE 🧡❤💚💙 I also adored that the story was on his P.O.V. rather than Y/N's, because I got to know him and his feelings more 🥰

And the smut scenes?!?!?!?!?! Mark may be shy outside of the bedroom, but during sexy times the boy knows what he is doing and I 👏 AM 👏 HERE 👏 FOR 👏 THAT 👏

There wasn't a single moment in which this story wasn't as fluid as water, and mind you, this a long story! However, I did not see the time going by while I read it, I just wanted to know more, get deeper within this world and I don't think I'd mind if it never ended 🙈🥰

I don't know how many of you read fics, but if you do, I COULD NOT RECOMMEND THIS AUTHOR ENOUGH! Even if your bias isn't Mark - heck, mine isn't and yet, here we are - she has a whole Master List filled with delicious content 🧡 This is my 2nd story, and I'm sure I'll read them all (and hey, I'm VERY picky with Y/N stories, but I just know I'll love them) 💙❤💖💜💚

Sunday Kind of Love : Frat Mark

⇢ Synopsis: Mark is fine with having a crush on the girl in the library. He’s fine watching her from afar. And he’s fine with never speaking a word to the girl who he spends many nights chasing in his dreams. But fate, and a few nosey frat brothers, think Mark would be much better if he was forced to talk to the cute girl from the library that he can’t seem to get out of his head. 

⇢ Pairing: Mark x fem!reader  ⇢ Genre: slow burn, comedy, smut after 30k of pining. ⇢ Warnings: inexperienced/soft reader, frat nct, extreme pining, tooth hurting sweetness, the softest boy in the world, a love so pure it’s going to hurt you, oral (f/m receiving), dry humping, tiddie worship, multiple orgasms, switchy/no bdsm role Mark, etc… ⇢ Word Count: 35.7k ⇢ Tropes/AU’s: Frat au!, slow burn, soft boy x sweet girl, library romance, frat found family, general frat shenanigans, etc…

⇢ fic music inspo: Sweet boi (chevvy) - Flaming hot cheetos (clairo) - Pink bubblegum (lavi) - Sunday Kind of Love  (Etta James) -  I’m Yours  (Jason Mraz)

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