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[universal-legacy]

🥀Do you create bonds with mortals or avoid getting attached?

Questions for Immortals/Ancients

". . ." After a sigh, Zayn rolled his shoulders a bit, and tilted his head in grim silence. Wasn't this quite the question to have to answer.

"I've done both, truth be told. I've created bonds with those around me that are mortal, and I've also avoided getting attached. It kinda depends on the situation of the other involved, whether they can comprehend my scenario, or if they live it themselves. But I will admit that I still do value my friends. . ." As he trailed off into meager silence again, he stood a bit awkwardly as he looked down at his hands. After standing there like that for a couple moments, he let out a small breath.

"And that's enough feelin' sorry for myself. I've got things to get done, after all."

[can-of-slorgs]

Big congrats on finishing your stamp pages! Also split grundos are one of my fave pets of all time so plz tell Volks that I love him. :')

He's thankful to say the list.

[lovecolibri]

ngl i never thought of buck as a parent to chris, hanging out with a kid and babysitting them doesn’t make a parent. y’all just have low standards for dads :/

Okay??? Well, the show itself has made a point to specifically parallel women in Chris and Eddie's life with Buck, and putting Buck in the place of doing the right and parental thing. Like, the WHOLE point of Fools is Eddie kinda liking one of Chris' teachers only to absolutely lose his mind at her when Chris gets hurt. And her response is that maybe Chris, a child with a disability, should maybe do indoor activities like writing. While Buck finds a way for Chris to safely do the thing he wants to do. (Sill not sure why they brought her character back as someone Eddie would want to be with, but it was the same with tay kay and FOX was shutting down Buddie so 🤷🏻‍♀️) We also see Eddie not willing to trust Shannon again with Chris but letting Buck in immediately, and also after the lawsuit trusting Buck again right away. We also consistently see Chris and Buck developing their own parent/child relationship. Buck isn't always "good cop" or "fun uncle", he puts down rules, he backs Eddie up to present a united front when it comes to Chris. Chris isn't able to sweet talk Buck into letting him break rules Eddie has set down. Buck doesn't "hang out" with Chris, or "babysit" him, he parents him in all the ways Eddie does, and often they do it together. Sorry you don't see it, but that doesn't mean it isn't there.

Also, like...why do you care? Why do you ACTUALLY care if people see Buck as a co-parent or not? What does it threaten for him to be a good dad to a child that isn't biologically his? If you don't like to see Buck that way just...don't engage with people who do?

[gu6chan]

99% just my autism speaking here but something ive been noticing lately that im sorta kinda 😶 about is when ppl are like "I think you'll like this" but not bc they ACTUALLY think you'll like it, rather they just got into it and want you to also get into it so "I think you'll like this" is a nice personal hook. i love chill stuff as much as any other person ofc but given i don't divulge that EVER, what makes you think my berserk reading, made in abyss watching, drakengard playing ass would like YURU CAMP????

[katyspersonal]

9 and 10 for your boy Micolash!

Also, 9 and 10 for Eileen maybe? :D

(Asks from this ( x ) meme)

(For Micolash)

9) Headcanons about their past

Oh, well... This is a little complicated, as we see Micolash in his final form rather than some shadow of the past (like Hunters' Nightmare people or whatever), so that might be the whole essay featuring EVERYTHING that happened before we met him, but I'll spare you from that x) Besides, I already talked about it a lot. But, I did steal headcanon from @saintmicolash that Mico was orphaned! Since my Rom is his sister that applies to her too, but they were separated and grew up without even knowing of each other's existence all that much. He only had a memo in the form of a pink ribbon that was cut in half, with the second bit belonging to Rom. Back to stolen headcanons - Micolash was never adopted and just grew up Like That, but the caretaker of his orphanage was abusive and certainly not a mother figure at all. As result, he grew up having giant mommy issues, that manifested in how much he is latching at Kos; however, this more of less effected almost ALL women he encounters. Only Rom, Fauxsefka and my character Phoebe are spared and are seen as equal or underlings, depending on his current mental state.

Now to the stuff I imagine on my own, stemming from this? I think he's always been rather bookish and having a hunch for research, willing to get into trouble to steal a book or two. He also would constantly strike 'friendships' with insects or wounded birds he found, keeping them and taking care of them. Naturally, orphanages are full of traumatised kids that take their pain out on weaker people, and when there is no surveillance by an authority... oh boy. He dealt with a lot of bullying, but that included the bullies figuring what/who he cared about and ruining it. His reaction to his books being torn could have stayed at simply crying and begging them to stop, but it was when a girl killed the birdling with broken wing he cared for that triggered him to learn to manipulate, scheme, and harbour and deliver revenge. During growing up, he had at least several instances of ruining other people's health and chances, if not straight up dooming them to die, not capable of physical confrontation and only having his pain, his intellect and his insecurities as a survival tool.

His soft, even innocent side somehow never truly vanished, but rather he's became split as a person. Not the 'twisted and manipulative monster under cover of innocent and sensitive man', but like... BOTH twisted and manipulative monster WITH innocent and sensitive man in one, without predictable system of when one changes into another. As a result, he hadn't formed close bonds until his adolescence, because his temper and unpredictable cruelty triggered by insecurities scared many people away. He hoped to abandon the "bad" side of him in the past when he entered Byrgenwerth, but although students were... 'strange'? enough to not pull your regular college issues antics, even as much as a hint of being threatened could trigger the good ol' paranoia and insecurities in him. It felt like he could never escape the sides of him that not even he accepted unless he is in perfect conditions, that were of course to never come.

I also like to think that as someone desperate and hopeless in his time, he was sure to develop extra interest in the past as a form of escapism! That brought him to have his eyes on Byrgenwerth back when it was still a place to research history and archaeology. He also was spending a lot of time in Hemwick with witches, studying herbs secrets, healing and weird rituals from them. He REALLY enjoyed the company of older women that liked him, and he also had increased interest in themes of necromancy. His biggest wish was to learn to resurrect people with their mind in the right place, so they could share the secrets they took with them in the grave!

It was also where he befriended Iosefka, Dores and the former head witch. He knew they were big people in Byrgenwerth and hoped there was a way to get a word out for him in there, but the one he was able to convince was Iosefka. Willem had his own strange past so he would not turn down a talented and promising student only because they had no family, money or prior education; he knew that none of these things told anything about person's true smartness! So, he had audience with Micolash and could see he was capable; maybe potentially dangerous, but he believed a better environment would nourish Mico's best traits and dry out his bad ones. Micolash in general was a person whom only very specific and most intricate people are able to understand, let alone appreciate, however, some students that had to pay a lot to study in Byrgenwerth were jealous and bitter upon learning Micolash earned his place with simply evoking big expectations in Willem. (Willem was STILL accepting some "mediocrities" that could pay because institution ALSO needed finances, you know xD)

Micolash was first and foremost interested in healing, and the secrets of the past that could help with that. He thought altered necromancy and 'eternal life' magic of Pthumerian civilisation could help with that. The noble and kind intentions earned sympathy from people like Laurence and Damian who had similar interest in healing, but of course no one was seeing what was to come with Isz, Willem and his close servants going insane, Fishing Hamlet, and Kos revealing to him the futility of what he held dear. Somewhere before all this, his long lost sister Rom found him, and things between them were good at first, but not good enough. Experienced psychologist would've concluded that Micolash was only toxic and controlling to her because he subconsciously blamed her for not having found him sooner (ie for all his suffering as a child and a teen), but... there wasn't any experienced psychologist.

Annnnnd you already know most of what happened next! That's what I got so far, because I try to think of this question through 'pre-canon' lense, but Mico being a doctor in Research Hall, then using Choir, then forming his own faction doesn't feel pre-canon ENOUGH, you know? yeah

10) Content about them I'd like to see more of

Interpretations of what was going on between Micolash and Archibald. That's it. That's all I want. I know Archibald is just 'an OC with a prompt', but we as a fandom have PLENTY of 'paleblood hunter and Micolash' scenarios yet NOTHING about Micolash and Archie. ;-; Honourable mention: more Micolash and Damian being a pair. I think they are very cute. EXTRA honourable mention: Micolash being involved in Research Hall. We didn't all grow up simping for 'mad doctor' trope in our teens only to ignore the PERFECT opportunity for it! ;-;

(For Eileen)

9) Headcanons about their past

I think her beak mask is one extremely FAT hint towards the fact that she used to be a plague doctor before arriving in Yharnam! I think she is as foreign as every other Hunter of Hunters was said to be, and whereas she changed her clothes into crow-themed garb, her mask is her original one. She was treating as many people in her devastated homeland as she could, but in the end, everything was hopeless and only delaying the inevitable. Eileen picked an interest in Yharnam, having heard rumours of wondrous blood healing, because for all she knew, it could've been the key to helping her place! But as a plague doctor, she was already well accustomed to mercy-killing.

In my head she consistently appears as a person with Indian descent though, that was a promising student in a foreign prestigious college, having enrolled with very good grades. I am still yet to create a consistent design for her as I type this though! She wanted to become a doctor and a scientist in the field! Unfortunately, a terrible sickness struck the town she lived and studied in, but she was unwilling to abandon the 'sinking ship' and willed to do her best to help it. She saw it as a matter of honour with her determination to become a doctor to at least try, and she was not feeling as though these people were strangers in some way merely for being different country and nation; in her head, there was no such thing as people too alien to give everything for. Similar mindset helped her to integrate in Yharnam very well when the town she studied at and later helped as a plague doctor fell. She misses her HOMEland and family sometimes, but what matters is that as far as she recalls they didn't need help; the new places she met did, though.

Naturally, she went a bit astray from her purpose as a healer, instead carrying the burden of mercy-killer. She thinks of it as a dirty, karmically-heavy duty that other people better stay away from, but in her eyes dying as a man and in the battle is way better than dying as a beast. The duty of Hunter of Hunters resonated with her deeply! She additionally believes that only dying as a maddened man but not as a beast will promise a better next life. If you die as a victim of a cruel murder - you must be the innocent one! Have no idea how she'd feel after learning of Hunters Nightmare....

The status of a Hunter of Hunters was passed down to her by Brandon, the previous hunter of this type, who instead chosen to integrate within the Healing Church's walls as an assassin and kill the ones who went too corrupt. Eileen never knew what happened of his pursuit, but she appreciated the trust, and the reveal of terrible faith of hunters that fight to protect the humanity only to become the very thing they hate. Prior that, she was one of the people who was attempting to help Ashen Blood victims - yet again, led to using her 'remaining cold during mercy-killing' skill. Her main concern back then was what exactly went wrong, and she saught Hunter's Dream after Djura said 'fuck this shit I'm out' as a way to have multiple attempts to find out. This, unfortunately, availed her nothing but realising her purpose is not to heal but to send people in better world as men, because the fate will not accept the beasts. She is very lost in this mindset, but she sometimes things back on her past, when she had more hope and wanted to heal.

10) Content about them I'd like to see more of

To be honest, I don't know! It is a rare character to which fandom gave a justice to! Her interactions and the story with the Crow - CHECKED! Her face reveal - CHECKED! Her being badass - CHECKED! And also her interacting with Henryk and Gascoigne. I guess the last thing missing is her being in contras with Valtr, or maybe the opposite - her comforting him to not start murdering just everyone in despair. So yeah, I will name that - her further interactions with the League, not just Henryk.

Thank you for the ask!

[goaskgreg]

gaystar boyco?

is there.. is there a question here? i see the question mark, sure, but dear anonymous reader, i'm not sure what your intention is?

is this to just poke fun at Waystar Royco™️....? because tbh calling things "gay" as an insult is very tired and frankly, quite mean and rude 🫤 we aren't in middle school any more, you know? i may not be gay myself or anything of the sort, however i know better than to be a dickhead to the lgbtqia2s+ community and don't approve of any such behaviour. this is a hate-free zone, we do not tolerate intolerance.

if i've misread the situation here, please feel free to clarify... 🤔

[chiropterx]

On a scale from 0-5 (0 being hopeless, 5 being a revolutionary) what is Man Bat's rating on the Twerk-o-meter?

Man-Bat does not care. Twerking is unremarkable to him, unless he's out of fruit and your ass be looking riper and juicier than a peach.

[candyunicornsateme]

Hello!!

I hope you’re doing okay!

Sometimes I read your posts and see how you long to talk to someone and make friends but maybe scared? I also feel that way very much and wanted to let you know that you’re not alone and I and many others enjoy seeing your headcanons of the k2 boys and yeah :)

Hey ;; thank you that's really reassuring. It can be difficult for me to not think no one'd care about my thoughts, even if it's about what most people probably freakin follow me for ??? Yanno?? So it means a lot ;-; Pls always feel free to pick my brain about stuff!!

[idkwhatimdoingbutslay]

2022 is coming to a close and goodness me...

Watching Arcane December of last year was life changing and posting my first fics this year March 12th was also life changing.

I remember waking up the next morning and seeing an email about all the kudos I received and even if it wasn’t thousands, I was seen by someone. It was so unexpected and motivating.

I was definitely not the greatest writer at all but all of my readers, commenters and kudo leavers pushed me to keep going and let me grow as a writer. I’ve always loved writing and being able to share is just [screams].

So all love to everyone who’s inspired me and convinced me to keep going.

[hellguarded-moved]

// i disappear for a month pretend i don't exist then i respond to everyone within 10 minutes. 👉😎👉

[universal-legacy]

Does your muse initiate heated/sexual contact, or do they wait for their partner?

Oh dear lordy, these are late, but I'm getting them done dammit-

Okay, so. . . It really strongly depends on which muse we're talking about, obviously. But it can also kinda be grouped based on the family for some of them.

I'm. . . Not joking, honestly. The Vogrands, for the majority of them, are all more likely to initiate heated contact of some sort than not. But then you look at the Corbin's or the Maddox's, and they're really not as likely. If anything, it takes them being under the influence of something to really initiate before their partner.

Of course, a few muses just straight up wait, and will not start anything without their partner initiating instead.

[passionfruitbowls]

6,7, and 17 for the writer's ask game!

6. What is your darkest fear about writing? i would say it’s the possibility that my writing will never be “good enough” for a wider audience (then again, we’re all our own worst critics, aren’t we? 😅) and that i’ll never have the time or motivation to finish a novel or any other kind of literary work

7. What is your deepest joy about writing? the fact that it’s a way of telling the world that i have something to say, whether it’s as simple as “hey here are some characters from a show i love wouldn’t it be great if they held hands and kissed” or a commentary on a current issue!! i love using words to make myself heard and i also love hearing what people think of my ideas and opinions <3

17. Talk to me about the minutiae of your current WIP. Tell me about the lore, the history, the detail, the things that won’t make it in the text. i hope you don’t mind me talking about a slightly older wip, since most of mine have been on the back burner for a while due to finals XD basically i came up with an idea for an ml fic in which adrien attends a masked ball for people who are in paris’ high society/the wealthy elite and…get this…ladybug is there as a guest of honour!! mind-blowing, right? and of course the two of them inadvertently end up dancing together at some point, then decide to find a more private place to chat since they don’t want to draw attention to themselves…there may or may not be a bit of nervous flirting and a cheek kiss ;)

this is the very beginning of the fic, which i wrote in… *checks the version history and looks away out of embarrassment* november 2020. damn.

[propertyofwicked]

WANTED - LN

based on this request ✧ my inbox is open for requests (or if u just want a chat!) ✧

warnings - smut! MDNI!! jealous!lando, fingering + oral (fem receiving), possessive!! unprotected (stay safe yall), spitting, light slapping (u have been warned) not proofread

ur girl has finally officially finished first year!! i have never felt so freeee (im ignoring the fact i now have to move out rip) (also osc p2 monaco lets gooooo)

masterlist the playlist

lando had been busy lately, too busy. between races, training, and quadrant, it seemed like he barely had any time to himself, or to spend with y/n. she understood, of course, she knew how demanding his career was - but understanding didn't make the loneliness any easier to bear.

and even when he was around, it’s like he wasn’t there at all, not for her at least.

everyone was stood around at the end of a quadrant shoot - it had only been filmed at max’s house so the group settled into the living room easily. y/n there to accompany lando since she had little else to do, desperate to spend any time she could with her boyfriend before he flew off to the next race - even if it did mean sleeping in max’s spare room.

lando stood on the opposite side of the room, talking almost exclusively to max, whilst she sat on the sofa, alone.

y/n didn’t think anything of it when will came and sat next to her, showing her a meme on his phone that she laughed at. and she didn’t think anything of it when they continued the friendly conversation. it felt good to be noticed, to have someone ask her how she’d been - maybe she laughed a little too much at a joke that wasn’t funny, maybe it was just the first time anyone had shown her any attention in a while.

across the room, lando watched the interaction with a frown. he saw the way y/n laughed, the way she leaned in a little too close to his friend. he knew he had been neglecting her, but seeing her with someone else made his blood boil. he wasn’t possessive, no, and usually the sight of his girlfriend laughing with their friends didn’t strike any anger in him. but this was different.

“— we can post that next week sometime?” max said, interrupting his thoughts.

“yeah, yeah - sounds good,” lando replied, not really listening, “i’ll be back in a minute, just need to do something,” he added before striding across the room, leaving max stood alone, his face contorting into slight confusion.

“hey," lando said to the two, his voice low, "mind if i steal her for a minute?"

will looked somewhat confused, but nodded. lando reached out, taking y/n wrist before yanking her from the sofa, pulling them into the hallway. the door shut behind them, y/n’s mouth opened, ready to ask him what was so urgent.

"lando, what are you—"

but he didn't let her finish, pushing her against the wall, his hands on either side of her head, caging her in.

"what the hell were you doing?" he demanded, his eyes sharpening with jealousy. he was met with her eyes glaring up at him in defiance.

"i was having a conversation, lando. something i rarely do with you because you're always so busy."

"so your idea of fun is flirting with my friends?" his jaw clenching.

"flirting?" she shot back, shocked, “he was asking me how i was?”

“and that’s why you were two seconds away from giggling and twirling you hair for him, no?” lando continued to argue, anger still bubbling in him as one hand dropped to her hip, gripping tightly.

“ok, i was flirting with him and now, we’re going to run away and live a long and happy life together - is that what you wanna hear?” she continued, shrugging slightly as she sighed at the ridiculousness.

he stared at her for a long moment, his chest heaving. without warning, he crashed his lips onto hers roughly, his possessiveness filled with pent-up frustration and desire he'd been ignoring for weeks. y/n responded instantly, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer as he deepened the kiss, his tongue swiping her bottom lip, begging for more.

"lan," she breathed out as he broke the kiss, whining slightly as his mouth moved to press kisses down her neck, nipping at the flesh harshly, "there’s people here."

"’don't care," he growled against her skin. "you're mine, and im going to remind you of that."

he kissed her again, his hands roaming over her body, gripping at her hips. she moaned into his mouth, her resistance melting away. she was engulfed in him, the way he touched her, the way he pushed her further into the wall as his hips rolled into hers.

"need you," she breathed when he pulled back for air, his forehead resting against hers.

he nodded, his pupils blown with his own need.

"come on," he told her, taking her hand to guide them up the stairs to max’s spare room.

stumbling through the door, clothes already being discarded, lando pushed her onto the bed, his eyes raking over her body.

"you're so beautiful," he murmured, crawling over her. "and mine. only mine."

"only yours," she whispered, pulling him down to kiss him again.

“gonna need you to be quiet f’me, ok?” he told her as his lips trailed her body, his body sliding down the bed till he was resting on his knees. he pulled her legs closer to him so his face was level with her heat, her hips moved upwards, desperate for anything after weeks of nothing.

“patience, angel,” lando breathed out, moving his finger to toy with her clit slowly. he wrapped an arm around her leg, pulling it over his shoulder as he rests his forearm over her stomach, stopping her wriggling. his finger returns to her folds, slowly he pushing a digit inside her, feeling the stretch around him. his lips joined onto her clit, sucking harshly as he added a second finger, curling them up into her.

“please lan,” she moaned out, unsure of what she was even asking for.

his fingers never faltered, continuing their assault as they hit that spot that had her pushing her hips up, his tongue circling her clit once more before he pulled his face away from her heat. his eyes flittered from looking up at her before moving back to watch as his fingers disappeared inside her. she tightened around him, her breathing heavier as she began to fall apart for him. she was getting fidgety, her moans gaining in volume as his thumb returned to her clit, rubbing deep circles, his other hand still pushing two fingers into her at an alarming rate.

“shush angel,” lando told her, before trailing his spare hand up her body and pushing his thumb into her mouth slowly. her hand moved to grip his arm as her tongue glided along his thumb. as much as he wanted to hear her, as much as he wanted everyone to know who she belonged to, he also wanted her all to himself - no one else deserved to hear her fall apart for him.

his mouth barely had time to return to her clit before her legs were shaking around him, clamping around his head periodically as she came around his fingers.

“good girl,” lando mumbled against her thigh, his fingers slowing inside her as she rode out her high.

“need more lan, please,” y/n begged, pulling at his arm to bring his body back to hover over hers.

“so needy,” he replied, pressing a kiss to her lips, allowing her to taste herself.

“been too long,” she told him, a hand reaching down to tug at his hardened length a few times.

he would’ve felt guilty about neglecting her needs for so long, if it wasn’t for the feeling of her fingers wrapping around him, her thumb circling his tip before spreading pre cum down his cock.

“let me make it up to you,” lando told her, pressing a kiss to her jaw, before taking himself in his hands and running his tip through her slick folds. he pushed into her roughly, finding himself desperate to feel her after so long.

“breathe for me angel,” he told her, pulling out slightly as he felt the way her body tense,, “feel so good.”

his cock pushed into her again, setting a steady pace as he leant back over to kiss her harshly.

“feels good,” she told him, eyes looking into his. his necklace dangled from his neck, the cool metal settling on her skin.

“yeah? ‘my the only person who makes you feel like this?” he asked bitingly.

“you snatched me away before will had the chance to do a better job,” she teased cautiously.

lando pushed himself back, rising to stand at the end of the bed, his cock never leaving her. he pulled her legs again, yanking her roughly to the edge of the bed before pulling one of her legs over his shoulder. her eyes began to glaze over from the new position, his length thrusting into her tightening walls at a relentless pace. however, a sharp sting on her cheek brought her back to reality, sending shots of pleasure to her core whilst tears pricked her eyes. lando’s had slapped at her face lightly, not enough to hurt, but enough to tell her that she had pissed him off a little too much.

“you wanna say that shit again?” he grunted, slowing his pace to roll his hips into hers tauntingly.

she genuinely considered it for a moment, contemplating how possessive he could get if she teased him further, but his fingers dipped into her cheek, holding her jaw tight.

she shook her head quickly as if to say no, refraining from flinching as his hand moved, but this time it fell gently, stroking her cheek where it stung.

“good answer,” lando added, returning to a regular pace, “you gonna behave now?”

“i wi- will,” she choked out, nodding despite his grip on her face, “i promise.”

satisfied with her answer, his fingers moved to toy with her clit. using the leg over his shoulder and her other leg wrapped around his waist as an anchor, her hips rose from the bed, moving in circular motions to match the pattern his fingers drew on her heat. lando’s free hand gripped at her calf, pulling her closer to him, deepening his thrusts. the tip of his cock pressing desperately into her as she whimpered and moaned his name.

lando leaned forward to kiss her, letting her leg over his shoulder drop to his waist so that she wasn’t folded literally in half. y/n wrapped around him tightly, pulling him in to kiss her deeper, tongues clashing as his thrusts faltered slightly. he balanced on his arm as his head dropped from her lips, his teeth nipping at the skin of her breast before his lips wrapped around her nipple, his free hand moved to grip tightly onto her other breast, fingers toying with her.

y/n whimpered, trying to keep quiet as she remembered how many people were also in the house. lando smirked to himself, loving the way she sounded, the way her heat gripped around his length as he moved inside her. his teeth pulled at the skin of her breast again, the flesh moving with him as he pulled away before dropping, bouncing slightly as it landed.

“so pathetic,” he grunted, feeling his high coming rapidly as he looked at her head thrown back. her mouth hung open, heavy breaths escaping, and her nails gripped tightly into the skin of his bicep. his other hand moved to settle lightly on her neck, thumb and index finger holding her jaw open for him. lando’s face hovered above hers, their eyes locking as a trail of spit fell from his mouth, landing on her tongue. he watched as she swallowed it, before re-joining their lips in a messy kiss.

“look at you, taking me so well,” he cooed, “’m so stupid for neglecting you,” he added, his tone softening from his previous frustration.

“not stupid,” she reassured, kissing his jaw.

“i love you,” he told her softly, despite his hips quickening in their movement, feeling the way her legs tightened as she got closer to her climax. his lips returned to her neck, sucking softly at the flesh, blood running cold as his ears picked up on the way she panted out his name.

“lan, baby, im go-”

“i know,” he told her, eyes squeezing shut, “let go baby, i got you.”

she came hard and fast around him, the tightening of her walls bringing him to his own climax.

“can i come inside?” he asked her, almost begging. she nodded rapidly, unable to talk as her mind became fuzzy.

“fuck,” he grunted, hips snapping into hers desperately before shooting ropes of warm cum into her, filling her completely, “all mine,” he said, more to himself than her.

lando pulled out slowly, careful of the way her eyes screwed up from the sting before rolling to lay next to her, chests heaving in unison. he turned his head to face her, noting the bruises forming on her neck and her chest, till his eyes settled on the red flush of her cheek.

“i didn’t hurt you did i?” he asked softly, hand reaching up to stroke at the redness.

“not really, it was hot,” she said with a shrug, smirking as she turned her head to face him.

“noted,” lando replied, laughing lightly.

“love it when you get possessive,” y/n added, cautious with her next statement, “makes me feel wanted.”

“im sorry i ever made you feel unwanted, angel. i never meant to,” he sighed, pulling her body close to his so that her head rested on his bare chest, “ill do better i promise.”

“i know you will, lan - i just wish i didn’t have to ask to be wanted, you know?” she told him, her fingers stroking lightly at his shoulder.

“you are wanted, y/n,” he repeated fiercely, “you are everything to me. i think i just got too comfortable with how things were, i jus- it took the thought of you leaving, the thought of you with someone else to bring me back to reality.”

“i am yours lando, forever,” she assured him, holding out her pinky to join his, “i promise. besides, if you keep fucking me like that i don’t think i could ever leave,” she joked.

“yeah?”

“but if you keep spitting in my mouth i may go completely feral, you won’t be able to get rid of me,” she said, smirking up at him, “do that again and you’re actually having my children.”

“that’s…not possible?” he questioned, smiling at her.

“so you don’t love me? is what you’re saying?” she asked, pushing herself up to look in dead in the eyes, her mouth straining to stay clamped shut in fear of laughing.

“i fear for what i have started,” lando laughed, pulling her back tightly into his chest.

[actionmemeplay]

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...That your partners NEVER need to feel they have to apologise for not responding to a thread or ask yet.

...That you welcome replies to "OLD" threads and memes, even if they've been sitting quietly untouched for weeks or months.

...That there is NEVER any pressure or obligation for your partners to reply until they feel the drive and enthusiasm to do so.

...That YOU will happily respond to things at YOUR OWN leisure, and you would like your partners to feel comfortable doing the same.

Not everybody enjoys running their blog this way and that's a-okay. But removing the idea that RP interactions are something that can "expire" or that the asks in your inbox have an unspoken "due-date", takes the pressure off of both your partners and yourself and can help bust feelings of stress/anxiety from the hobby. Reblog to let your partners know that you're just jazzed to receive new writing from them, whenever it comes.

[couldeatthatgirlforlunch]

If you are up for it could write more Justice League x Assistant reader?

That scenario did things to me honestly, and I can't find anything similar 😭

Maybe reader calls in sick and the each JL member goes to check on them unanounced (reader never told them were they lived but of course they'd know *sideeyes batman*) which end up on all the members questioning and pointing at each other *cue spider man meme*, because why are you at my darling's- I mean our Assistant's house!

Reader kicks everyone out except the gourmet chef batman brought to cook reader some chicken soup.

A Day in Life: In Health and Sickness

Synopsis: A day in life were you, the Justice League's assistant, find out that sickness and a bunch of obsessed superheroes are just too much to bear all at once.

Pairing: Yandere!Justice League X Assistant!Gn!Reader; Platonic!Alfred Pennyworth

Tw: Nonconsensual (not sexual) touching; A single mention of obscene acts; Kinda breaking and entering; Reader gets physically restrained; Kinda forced infantilization? But not really, just humiliation; Some members of the League might be out of character bc I don't know them well enough; I was sleepy while revising and editing this so I might fix any mistakes I didn’t see later; English is not my 1st language.

Word count: 2,6k

Requested? Yes.

Extra notes: Thank you so much for your compliments and the request!! Your suggestion really gave me inspiration to write as soon as I saw it. It's not exactly what you asked for but I hope it's the same vibe and you like it!! Also I’ve seen all the requests for a part 2 of “He's My Collar”, but as stated here, I didn't answer bc I’m working on it! I just didn't have any ideas yet!

General masterlist | A Day in Life - Series masterlist

Whatever hit you today, it sucks. Yesterday, in the afternoon, you had a mild throbbing in your head, but not exactly a headache, at night, fever hit you, alongside a cough. Medicine helped enough but today you still felt a little warm, your head hurt, your nose was somehow stuffed and leaking at the same time. You've been awake for an hour and still just couldn't get yourself to care for your basic needs like showering and eating, let alone go to work, so you called in sick. At least you would have some piece for a day.

Or that's what you thought, until you heard some tapping on your window, scaring the shit out of you, and saw Superman outside with a sympathetic smile and holding a pharmacy bag, a crate of water bottles and food.

Ugh, of course you couldn't actually have some peace.

You took a deep breath to prepare yourself and got up, walking towards you bedroom window, and tried sticking your head outside, hoping he wouldn't enter your home if you kicked him out before, but before you could do anything else, he supersped inside and suddenly was at your side, making you dizzier.

— Hey! I heard what happened. How’re you feeling? — The alien’s face showcased his concern on his furrowed brows and he took a step too close (any step in your direction taken by one of the heroes was already too close for you), extending his arm forward to place the back of his hand in your forehead. You took a step back but he didn't seem to mind.

— Uh, I'm fine. You didn't need to come here. — Superman shook his head.

— I wanted to help. Here, I brought som- — Doorbell. The hero looked in the direction the sound came from, most likely using his X-Ray vision to look through the walls and doors, and squinted his eyes. Oh boy. — You called someone? — His voice is weirdly calm, contrasting with the way he abruptly starts marching out of your room and to the door.

Earlier you thought the fast exertion of movements would be too great for you, but apparently adrenaline was on your side, enough to follow him around as if you were the visitor inside your own place.

— I didn't. — You respond flatly and holding back a groan from annoyance, since you also didn't invite him.

Superman immediately opens the door as soon as it's within his reach and what's on the other side surprises you more than when you got the job at the watchtower.

— Superman. — Batman didn't seem surprised, but he also never showed emotions other than anger. — (Y/N). This is Penny-One. — He is surely referencing the old man well dressed on his side. — He is here to take care of you. — You raise an eyebrow, almost speechless.

— T-Take care of me? — You helplessly watch them invading your residency, painfully aware there's nothing you can do. Superman crossed his arms.

— This is not necessary, I came here to do just that. — Superman’s protest unfortunately doesn't give you any hint of how this will all turn out, nor does it scare Batman and his friend away..

— You have your own responsibilities. — Batman simply states. — You should go.

Penny-One simply turns to you.

— It's a pleasure, Miss/Master/Mx (Y/N), even in your condition. Master Batman talks a lot about you. — You don't know what to stay and it probably shows, since no one waits much for your reaction before Penny-One is moving towards your kitchen and Batman and Superman continue with their argument.

You just go and sit down on your couch, questioning your life decisions and escape plans, which will have to wait until this damned curse leaves your body (and your home).

Your hands raise to rub your face and maybe give you some clearance, maybe wake you up from this nightmare, but keeping your eyes closed and sitting down only remind you of your condition. You feel worse or is it just your spirits? Either way, you let your body slide down until your side rests on the couch cushions, arms hugging your own body to try to have some warmth back. When did it become so cold?

At least their voices were low, as if trying not to bother you, it's a little soothing, especially with the promise of having food. Your eyes hurt just from staying open so you don't. At some point, some type of fabric is thrown over your body and a hand combs through your hair. You are too weak to do anything.

Next time you open your eyes, it's due to disturbing noises, your head is no longer on the arm of the couch and instead is laying on someone’s bare thighs. A pair of hands is running through your locks, and a really nice smell is in the air.

Did you fall asleep?

That would explain why your head is on fucking Wonder Woman's lap and she is looking at you lovingly. Also the fabric from before is Superman's cape.

You quickly shoot up, although just as fast, four or five pairs of hands, coming from seemingly out of nowhere — startling you even more — push you back down, you don't go without struggle, and soon, all hands disappear, green lights catch your attention and you can't move your body a single inch anymore. Somehow, you ended up restrained by a green and bright cocoon, as if you were soon to be a butterfly, only your face is free. Green Lantern’s construct.

— Hey, hey, calm down, hot stuff. I know she’s scary and you would never want to be close to anyone else but me, but you still need rest. — You're turned to the ceiling against your wishes. For some reason the fact that your whole body is covered doesn't give you the comfort nor the protection it should give you, instead, it reminds you of how vulnerable you are.

Your wide and paranoid eyes try to search for anything, since your head is being held in place. You can see Wonder Woman above you, glaring at something outside your line of vision, you are still in her lap. A bit of Aquaman’s blond hair on the bottom of your vision. And Batman, towering over you and the amazon, just observing as always.

— You can release them now, Green Lantern. — It's Superman's voice.

— He is not going to. — You see Batman saying at the same time another voice speaks the same sentence, making all of them turn in the direction of the sound, somewhere you can't see, but you recognize the voice. — He thinks they're weak and incapable of making decisions. — I'm sorry, who is weak and incapable of making decisions here? — He also wants to prove he is the only one capable of protecting and taking care of (Y/N), and impress them so they will fall right into his arms, call him a hero and give him a kiss… And other obscene things. — Batman smirks. Wonder Woman and another new and deep voice loudly laugh, the masculine voice being more obnoxious. Someone scoffs indignantly.

— Okay. Get out of my fucking head or I will make you. — The Lantern's voice sounds angry and you hear hurried footsteps. They wouldn't fight right here, right?! Right beside your sick body and in the middle of your crumpled apartament… It would make such a mess…

— I wasn't inside your head. Your thoughts were too loud, it's like you are screaming in my ear.

— I will make you scream! — You hear Superman superspeeding, probably getting in between the fighting duo.

— Ha- Green Lantern, calm down. No one will make anyone do anything here.

The agonizing feeling of restriction grows.

— WHAT IS HAPPENING HERE? — You scream in a husky voice, panting right after. Everyone is silent and the next second, the construct moves you around until you're sitting up, back to the back of the couch. You are still being held and manhandled, but at least you're not in someone's lap and you can see something other than your ceiling.

Martian Manhunter is standing a few meters away from you, Superman by his side. Wonder Woman was still sitting beside you and doesn't look like getting up any time soon, Green Lantern makes his way to sit down on your other side, placing his arm around you, gladly you can't even feel it. Batman is still standing on the side of the couch, his cape covering his body. Aquaman is sitting in your armchair, his face laid on his hand, watching amused, if not a bit annoyed.

It's so weird seeing all of them, suited up, in the middle of your living room, and in plain daylight.

— We came here to nurse you back to health. — Wonder Woman speaks.

— Uhh, don't you think this is a little too much? — The heroes look at each other as if looking for the issue.

— I mean, yeah. I could do it alone, but for some reason when I got here, these freaks had already broken into your house. — Freak Lantern says, pointing an accusing finger at the other freaks in question, the trinity, Batman, Superman and Wonder Woman. — Those two came in later. — He nodded at Martian Manhunter and Aquaman, not giving them a single look, his eyes solely on you. Like everytime he insists on overly making eye contact with you, it's a bit uncanny. — Worry not, beautiful. I will kick them out for you. — Superman and Wonder Woman snort at his arrogance.

— You could go with them. I'm fine, I don't need help. I’ve been taking care of myself for years and can still do it. — You've been nice long enough, they crossed the line, they invaded your apartment, which is so unprofessional, and you need to set limits. They just look at you with pity.

— I am are aware of my neglect. — Neglect? — But it's going to be different now that we are reunited… — Uh? What is Manhunter talking about?

— Exactly. History has proven how men are unreliable and indifferent to others. I'm the only one you need, darling. — Wonder Woman caresses your face. — I don't even know what they think they are doing here…

— What are you doing here, princess? Don't you have mommy issues to fix or a guy named Steve Trevor to talk to? — The amazon furrowed her eyebrows and glared at the one sitting on your other side.

— Don't listen to him, (Y/N). I left Steve a long time ago, when I met you. — Girl, why? Go back to your man! Leave me alone! — What about Aquaman? Doesn't he have a kingdom to rule? — The man in question dismissed her answer with a hand movement.

— I’m protecting Atlantis’s future by making sure none of you get any ideas and (Y/N) survives their illness. — Batman shook his head.

— I’ve already made sure they're taken care of. You shouldn't be here. There's more important matters for us out there.

— Then why aren't you there?

Their battle of egos is just too fast for your slowed down brain to process and try to formulate any form of strategy. Before their banter gets worse, the older man from before reappears.

— Your soup is ready, Miss/Master/Mx (Y/N). — Penny-One seems unbothered by the commotion around you, walking in with the source of the heavenly smell. Your mouth waters.

— Let me do it, Penny-One. — Wonder Woman gently offers and takes the bowl from him, along with the spoon. The Justice League makes sounds of disgust when they start watching her spoon feeding you (they wanted to be in her place).

You groan, complain, try to wiggle out of the construct but nothing works, especially with your fatigued and sick state. If you weren't claustrophobic before you might be from now on. You are clearly uncomfortable and practically begging to get out but for some reason they just won't listen. It gets to the point where as soon as you finish your soup — after realizing, again, that with those people it's just easier to surrender —, and take your medicine, Green Lantern’s temper apparently gets done with your whining and resistance, and he simply makes another construct. Now you have a pacifier in your mouth. It's your limit.

They start fighting again because some of them find it degrading, some like to hear your voice even if they know how close to cussing them out you are, and some think it's cute and prefer your quietness over your cries.

You can't move. You can't spit it out. You can't bite it off. You can't ask for help.

Green Lantern is rubbing your cheek while — slightly — mocking you. Wonder Woman is cooing at you, while trying to convince the Lantern to stop with his antics. Aquaman is clearly expressing he is on the Lantern’s side. Batman, Superman and Martian Manhunter are threatening him.

Frustration gets the better of you and the dam breaks loose. Now you are wrapped, with a pacifier and crying. Like a baby. In front of your bosses. In front of people who think you are vulnerable and need them. They're practically keeping you hostage. You didn't want them here. You told them no, countless times, and they just blatantly ignored your boundaries.

You have a pa-ci-fi-er. In. Your. Mouth.

And they are talking. They are ignoring you. They're been doing it for hours. No. Months. That's abuse.

This is the most emotion they ever got out of you and it immediately quiets everyone down. They're just staring at you, shocked. This whole thing is just a shitshow. A disaster. They're a curse. You are cursed.

It's so distracting that it makes Green Lantern lose his concentration, which is what fuels his ring’s power, and the constructs start dissipating.

You immediately get up and put as much distance between you and the team, who all have wide eyes and maybe had just now realized the gravity of the situation, while thinking about control damage.

You are searching desperately for how you could effectively kick them out, while also experiencing just the aftereffects of a new trauma, when it looks like it will get even worse. Flash zooms into the apartment.

— Hey, (Y/N)! Sorry I took so long! Busy Day. N-Not that I wouldn't quit anything and everything just to help you. I just now saw the notification that you took a day off today! W-What… W-What are you guys doing here…? — The speedster noticed after his rambles the he is not the only one in the middle of your living room, and points at the whole team, who is on the complete opposite side of you. They also point at him.

— You’re late. — Batman states.

— Slowest man alive. — Green Lantern calls out his friend.

Flash looks around as if gathering his thoughts and notices your distressed state. He turns completely to them, his back to you and him being between you and his team.

— What did you do to them? — At his demand, all of them start pointing at each other and giving some sort of explanation or their side of the story at the same time, turning it into unintelligible sounds, until your yell interrupts them.

— GET. OUT!

— But-

— OUT!

— But, (Y/N)-

— NOW! GET OUT NOW!

They grumble but comply. Penny-One, who was totally unfazed during the while ordeal, just sighs, and starts making his way with them. Until you take a timid step toward him and stop him.

— N-Not you… I-I mean the soup was really good and I don't think I will have the energy to cook later… I-If it's n-not bothering you… — The older man smiles placantinly at you.

— Of course, dear. I'm getting paid either way, might as well just finish my job here.

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[suna rintaro] how you get together / dating headcanons

[author: chae]

a/n: brainrot because haikyuu is back and so am i (hopefully).

[fluff] [headcanon]

[suna rintaro x reader]

nothing crazy really

you first met suna rintaro in middle school

he sat behind you and often slept in class

you found out that you lived a few houses down from him when he went on his first away game for volleyball, and your homeroom teacher tasked you with delivering his assignments to his home

that's really it honestly

you didn't really interact with him much in middle school

though, after your second year, you had to move due to your parents' having to relocate for work

and that's how you ended up at inarizaki high school

little did you know that you would see suna again in your class on your first day at inarizaki!

morning of the first day, you walked into the classroom and saw someone napping in the last seat in one of the rows

it was a nostalgic sight, you thought, but there's noooo way that it's suna rintaro! he's all the way in another prefecture!

you pick the seat in front of him because you thought it was funny

your homeroom teacher started taking attendance

"suna rintaro?"

"here"

suna??

rintaro???

from middle school?????

right when the lunch bell rang, you turned around

"hey"

he looked at you

"...do i know you?"

"yeah? i think? are you from aichi prefecture?"

"yeah? .... wait didn't we go to the same middle school?"

turns out he was scouted to come to inarizaki to play volleyball

small world!

you exchange numbers and start actually hanging out, as opposed to middle school

though, some things don't change as he still sleeps in class and you still have to give him his homework when he has volleyball games

you two have lunch together, sometimes being joined by miya osamu, and play cup pong

your friendship MIGHT be on the line whenever you play 8ball

"i swear to god if you pick that one-"

"what? you'll chuck my phone across the room?"

"DON'T TEST ME SUNA RINTARO."

you send each other WAYYYYYYY too many memes

like, it's to the point where your memes outnumber your actual texts

the instagram reels you send each other go crazy sometimes

like it can range from anywhere between kirby memes to rick rolls to posts that poke fun at each other

he's honestly just a really funny friend, and you never thought anything of it

it wasn't until one day during your club activities where you and a few of your friends were chatting that you ever considered looking at suna romantically

they were talking about their own crushes and asked if anyone caught your eye

and when you responded "no," they brought up suna's name

and the idea was bizarre to you

like you?? and suna??? together???? more than friends?????

this guy literally sends you patrick star memes at 2am and asks "this you?"

pshhh impossible no way

but... you can't really stop thinking about it

because wHAT IF HE'S TREATING YOU LIKE THIS BECAUSE HE LIKES YOU????

anyways!

you start noticing the little things he does for you, like getting you your go-to drink/bread for lunch without asking you, or giving you random head pats, or him coming over to your house on a stormy day when you're alone in the house to keep you company

you stare up at your ceiling, deep in thought

no y/n, stop getting delusional. he doesn't like you like that.

you have a bigger problem at hand

the school dance is tonight

and you have NO ONE to go with!!!

you feel your phone vibrate

it's a text from suna

"open the door"

you raise an eyebrow when you open the door to see suna staring at his phone in front of you

he looks up, types something on his phone, and looks back up to you again

you feel your phone vibrate, and look at what it was this time

"wanna go together?"

you look back up in surprise, only to see him holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers up in front of you

he had his head turned away, but you saw the way the tips of his ears turned red

you felt your cheeks turn scarlet as you took the flowers from him and gave him a hug

he simply patted your head and gave you a small smile

this guy, who sends you memes at the most strangest of hours, MIGHT have a crush on you

and you MIGHT like him back

you two don't make it official until after he brought you back home

he texted you when he got back home and when he was going to bed

but not without sending one last meme for the night

it was an image of kirby looking out the window with a sad expression with the caption: "me when i miss u"

you liked the message and typed out a response, lingering on the send button for a bit before sucking it up and pressing send

"soooo when are you gonna ask me?"

he responded with another kirby meme, this time of angy kirby with hearts around his head

"be my gf?"

nothing between you and suna changed much

he isn't really an affectionate guy, but his actions speak volumes

lunch with him is still the same, and he still gives you little head pats whenever he feels like it

its just that now, he brings you closer and rests his chin on your head whenever he stands around you

sometimes he wraps his arms around you!!!

he rests his head on your shoulder when he naps during train rides

his favorite passtime is to take naps with you in his arms

he gives you a little forehead kiss and mumbles a "love you" before he drifts off

and you just snuggle into him and drift off as well

he's like a teddy bear please hang onto him QwQ