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Hello ship godmother
Your fics are good â¤ď¸â
Oh hello!
Let me point out that I will never get tired of being called ship godmother AHAHA
If anyone is confused, I think this will clear it up for ya.
#jan peteh#nace jordan#joker out#jance#yes i am the fucking ship godmother#a title which is absolutely normal to want and possible to achieve#i wish i could do more#but like what#i can't exactly yell at jan and nace at their concerts that they should kiss#ill just keep writing my silly little fics#that's all i can do#don't ask me to draw
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"Generator"; 1569 words.
The Administrator has something to show Agent Walker.
...
Sure, he knew it wasnât the first time he had been called to a one-on-one meeting with The Administrator, but it may as well have been. It wasnât like he remembered any of their previous interactions; he was going in blind all the same.
When his fax machine first spat out the offending paper, he believed it had been sent to the wrong agent. But there was his name at the top, âAgent Walkerâ. There was the possibility that someone else shared his surname, but as far as he was aware he was the only agent without a first name.
The listed meeting room wasnât her office, nor was it one of the Administrationâs more conventional meeting rooms, complete with tables 30 people long but only one person wide and more fake potted plants than you could ever imagine. No, today he had been called down to the lowest floor of the Administration: the server room. The part of his brain that understood technology bristled at that; it would be much more effective to place the server room on a higher floor. Nonetheless, he wouldnât say anything about that to The Administrator when he faced her - he would stick to his department, as all good employees did. The networks and communications department could handle that one.
The elevator down required two separate keycards: one was his standard agent ID, and the other digitally recognised him as a department manager. The former granted him permission to move between floors, yes, but only the latter allowed him access to the basement.
The ride down took 2 minutes and 43 seconds. He counted. No one else entered the elevator the entire journey.
When the elevator reached the basement and the doors slid open, The Administrator was standing on the other side of them. He hoped he would forget this meeting like the others, if just so he could become ignorant to the way he jumped at her sudden appearance.
âAgent Walker.â
He swallowed the lump in his throat. âAdministrator, maâam.â
She smiled. This did nothing to soothe his racing heart. âCome, letâs talk.â She beckoned and he followed her into the dark room.
It was large, but so were most rooms in the Administration. The realm reassignment department was tiny relative to the office rooms that the majority of their employees were stationed in. This room was about half the size of block 8E sub-block 185A A3/11â5. He could see three of the walls, dark stretches of concrete, sealing them in. The fourth that shouldâve sat opposite to the elevator was obscured by rows upon rows upon rows of computer servers. A blue glow emanated from them and he grimaced at the thought of the voltage it would take to create a light that strong.
As he struggled to keep pace, The Administrator barely spared him a glance. âThis may seem beyond your department, but trust me, your role will become clear soon.â She forewarned. She would never have him leave his department, he knew. That was the first rule of the Administration: Stay in your place. âWhat do you know of Lord Ras of the Wyldness?â
Lord Ras. He had heard that name. Some of the employees that hailed from Imperium had mentioned it in conversations coated with nothing short of hatred. The âoutlanderâ who had gained a position of such power in their otherwise closed society. That sort of talk only ever continued for a couple days before their new job turned their interest towards paperwork and mild office drama.
âIsnât he the one trying to awaken ancient evils without a permit?â
The Administrator shot him a look, slow and venomous. âHe isâ, she nodded, âbut thatâs not important to us right now.â She walked towards him. He averted his gaze to the floor with stiffened shoulders but found that she only continued past him, down the alley of servers. She didnât need to beckon him this time, he knew what he was meant to do. He followed.
There was little light between the pillars of computers. They were only between two rows of the many, but what he could see was endless. The towers sparked a theory in his mind about why she was mentioning the rogue lord. âWe use a lot of power.â He started, testing the waters. The Administrator stopped walking and turned to face him, her silence commanding him to finish his speculation. âLord Ras allied with Imperium by promising them power; do we need to ally with him too? To have enough power?â
The Administrator smiled and shook her head. Count two for smiles, and a contradiction - she must have expected him to guess wrong. âYouâre right that we do plan to ally with him, but it is not out of need for power. We have all the power we could need.â She turned again and continued to weave her way through the computerised nest which was now composed of more than just server towers. Thick cables ran both overhead and underfoot, LEDs glowed from no visible circuitry, and the drone of electric humming and cooling fans only ever got louder the further they went.
Finally, they breached the sea of servers.
Now that he could see the wall they had been trekking towards all this time, he realised that it wasnât made out of concrete the same as the other three walls. No, this one was glass. Despite this, nothing was visible from the other side. There was no depth at all, only pure light glowing an almost-white with its brightness (though when Walker inspected the way it lit up its surroundings, he realised it to be tinted pale blue).
In front of the glass wall, the cables reached their largest size before slipping underneath panels in the floor. The servers did not get within 10 metres of the wall. Instead, they stood guard in their rows, watching the tiny humans approach the divine light.
The Administrator hummed, snapping Walkerâs attention back to her. She gestured towards the glass. âThis is our power source. You can look, if you would like.â
He didnât know if that was a good idea. Just looking at the glass from this distance was already beginning to hurt his eyes. Nonetheless, unsure if it was because The Administrator had told him to or because he chose to, he stepped forwards.
As he approached, he could feel the electricity in the air. It combed through his hair and bounced around a pit in his chest, dangerously close to the one that ached whenever he thought about the family he mightâve once had, before he forgot everything. He didnât realise he was shaking with a strange sense of excitement until he was close enough to touch the glass and found himself unable to hold his hand still. He almost did touch the glass, but held back just before his fingers made contact. He still couldnât see anything on the other side. Pale blue swallowed his vision.
He looked over his shoulder to The Administrator. She raised an eyebrow and jerked her head towards the glass again. He turned back. A bright light stared back at him.
He didnât scream. This was unusual - Walker knew he was cowardly and anxious and that in any other scenario he wouldâve jumped or fallen back or swung a punch - but something was different this time.
If anything, he stood closer than he did originally, watching the sparking lights with complete fascination. His breath fogged the glass.
âWhat is it?â He asked after what couldâve been anything between a second and a day, even though he couldnât hear what he was saying over the pounding of his own heart.
âBeautiful, isnât it?â The Administrator was at his side now. When had she moved? âItâs lightning.â
Like realising oneâs hunger upon taking a bite of food, the word sparked an ache in the back of his head. âLightningâŚâ He knew what that was, of course, as well as where it came from. They must have captured it live from a storm. He had never seen a storm before, but he had heard anecdotes of them from newly recruited employees and field agents alike. He was jealous. Did all lightning look like this? Freckles and curls?
She watched as he pressed a hand to the glass. The lightning responded in kind, pressing the palm of its hand opposite to his. âWe could let it go of course, but it would run away. Far from here.â
Far from here⌠No. They couldnât let it free. Now that he had seen it, felt it, he knew he couldnât bear to part with it. They had to keep it contained. He told The Administrator such.
She nodded and smiled again. âI knew youâd understand.â
He dropped his gaze to study the hand that wouldâve held his if it could.
It was almost the same pale blue that shone through the rest of the glass, but somehow brighter. The similarity in colours made it hard to tell the form of the figure apart from its glow, but blue and yellow markings fanned out across its form like the branches of a pine tree. Lichtenberg figures, his mind supplied.
He looked up at its face, admiring its curls and running a hand through his own. He wondered if heâd at all resemble the figure before him if he looked in a mirror.
#ninjago#ninjago dragons rising#ninjago administration#ninjago jay#jay walker#yeah ok so i write sometimes a little bit#can you tell i love the administration i keep thinking of silly concepts for it#something about it just speaks to me ok!!!#i think writing a part 2 with the ninjas reactions would be interesting#particularly nya.. if she saw his elemental half first shed probably think he merged with his element and was captured#then you realise nuh uh!! even worse lol!!#wyrm writes#look at me new tag for new creative endeavours (no one mention my other fic.)#ill probably crosspost this on ao3 in a bit#jay ninjago#the administration#ninjago administrator#lego ninjago#dragons rising spoilers#ninjago dragons rising spoilers#suit jay
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i j caught maybe one of the most embarrassing mistakes ive ever made when writing... as someone who is very judgy and particular about the things i read (not that i can really be choosy in the creepypasta fandom because most of the fic nowadays is either crazy porn (like noncon or weird stuff... i am not a fan of sa fics!!!) or poorly written stuff by the next generation of crp fans (go for it young ones.... i am rooting for u)) BUT as i was saying as someone who is VERY particular when it comes to my fics it was just very embarrassing to see that because like damn girl i was not paying attention. and i HATE when people dont pay attention to their writing
#this isnt a huge deal i j thought it was funny#girlnextmorgue loses their mind over silly writing mistake#soz for the rant in between i have a lot of opinions on the questionable things people post in this fandom#its rly sad to me because at one point we were all kids that had fun and roleplayed. me personally i was a wattpader (sorry)#but my friends and i had sm fum there#now ur either a cool creator in the fandom or someone that posts weirddddd content without any nuance to it#or a little child#i should post more actually#girlnextmorgue fanfic resurgence#except its better than the shit i wrote in 2021 cuz i was like 15 and having fun and playing#or maybe ill just keep writing helen fics.... sighs dreamily hes so bf....#busy rn tho so thats not happening for a while#sorry!
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Stubborn Little Fox
~ Eris Vanserra X Reader
Summary: Eris struggles to look after his stubborn mate when you are sick.
Warnings: Poorly reader but itâs pretty much fluff. Maybe some suggestiveness.
Notes: Just a silly little fic to tide you over until I finish the angst Iâm writing. Dedicated to @sarawritestories who wrote me this exact scenario in an attempt to get me to stop writing and go to bed đ
Your bed was empty.
Again.Â
The wrinkled covers pulled back to reveal the bare sheets of where you had once laid, where Eris was supposed find you soundly sleeping upon entering the room.
The Autumn Prince cursed lowly under his breath, knuckles turning white with frustration as he tightly gripped onto the tray of food he had prepared for you.
It was easier to control his hounds - Eris thought as he carefully placed the tray down on the edge of the bed, lest he toss its contents onto the floor in his anger.
Eris was used to completing impossible jobs, and yet nothing has been more difficult than trying to wrangle his sick mate and convince you to sleep away your illness. Your inability to sit still making caring for you harder than Eris had initially anticipated.
He neednât try too hard to find you, a swift wander down the hall and to his office was all Eris needed to walk before he opened the door to find your sickly form hunched over his desk with a pen in hand. Scribbling away at whatever documents had been left for you once you had recovered.
It was impossible to stop the exasperated sigh which fell from his lips as he took in the paleness of your face and the worrying sheen of sweat which had coated it.
âAnd why, pray tell me, arenât you in bed where youâre supposed to be Little Fox?â Eris snarled, all comfort forgotten as he once more found himself trying to coax you back towards your bed.
With shaking hands you reluctantly place your pen down, guilty eyes meeting the burning stare of your mates unforgiving glare. âIâve got work to finish!â You defend, gesturing to the stack of paperwork which had only grown during your absence from your job.
At your excuse, the red-haired male inhaled deeply, a disbelieving hand coming to pinch the bridge of his nose in annoyance. And it wasnât until Eris exhaled his frustrations that he allowed himself to reply as softly as he could, âwork can wait until youâre feeling better.â
âIt canât,â you reason, a disappointed sigh drawing from your sickly lips, âIâm far enough behind as it is. Another day without work and Iâll never be able to catch up. Besides, Iâm fine. I feel much better now.â
Whilst Eris prided himself on holding back the roll of his eyes which threatened to occur, he failed to stop the raise of his brow as you proceeded to burst into a fit of coughs after your weak-willed reassurances.
âAll better?â He mused, a small smirk finding its home on his lips as he watched you pitifully try to compose yourself. Innocent eyes meeting his own as your incessant coughing eventually came to a halt.
âI have to say Little Fox, if I didnât know any better Iâd say you like going against my ordersâ Eris chided, slowly walking towards you as he spoke. Each step forward drawing you deeper into his hypnotic trance. âWould I be correct in assuming you keep leaving your bed because you want me to scold you?â He asks teasingly, bringing his face down to meet yours, until his playful eyes were level with your own.
âI canât say Iâd hate it if you had to take care of meâ you replied honestly, unable to help the way your gaze drifted towards your mates slightly parted lips.
âIs that not what Iâve been doing all this time?â Eris feigns hurt which fails to read through his wicked smile, âTaking care of my mate?â
âI can think of a few more ways Iâd like to be taken care ofâ you answer, hoping to be seductive but ultimately failing as another round of coughs wrack your chest.
âLaterâ Eris chuckled, his strong arms coming to lift you from where you were sat, âfor now you need sleep.â
You furrow your brows in protest, opening your mouth to argue with your mate before he beat you to it. Erisâs soothing voice acting to calm you, âDonât worry, Iâm going to have to cuddle you just to make sure you donât run off anywhere else.â
Erisâs warm lips came to meet your aching forehead, his kiss already working to dissipate the uncomfortable pulsating of your sore temples. Your mates healing touch enough to already have you drifting off in his comforting embrace.
âMy stubborn Little Fox,â he uttered as he began to move back towards the bedroom which you shared, cradling you close to his body in hope that the heat which he emitted would soothe your aching joints, âyou better feel well again soon, Iâll be waiting to deliver your punishment for disobeying me.â
You hum happily in response, nuzzling your face into his warm chest to hide your smirk of anticipation, âIâm looking forward to it, My Prince.â
It was only once you woke, when your fever had broken and the ache in your muscles had quelled, that you noticed that Eris was no longer holding you. That it was his turn to escape the comfortable confines of your sheets which had now grown cold in his absence.
Stepping out from the warmth of your covers, you walked barefoot across the cold wooden floors. Seeking the ever-lasting warmth of your mate. You followed the call, moving through the hall until you found yourself outside his office, the strong scent of crackling wood and chestnuts enough to tell you the male was waiting inside.
Cracking open the door you peered inside, noting the way Eris was slumped over the freshly inked papers you had saved to work on when your health had improved.
Your mate - your selfless, loving mate - had completed them all. No doubt seeking to ease your worries and provide you with the extra hours of rest you would no doubt need once you had woken.
Quietly pulling the door to, you move to the kitchen to prepare your love a warming tea. Because as much as Eris longed to take care of those he loved so dearly, sometimes what he needed was for someone to take care of him in return.
#acotar#fanfic#acotar imagine#sarah j maas#a court of thorns and roses#eris vanserra oneshot#eris vanserra imagine#eris oneshot#eris vanserra x reader#eris acotar#eris x reader#eris vanserra#eris imagine
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I kind of had this idea at work because god i wish that was me: a bot with a human who they do everything for. Like their little human doesnât need to use their brain they just need to sit there and look cute. Silly humans dont need to work or think theyâre just meant to sit on their big mechâs lap and take their spike when theyâre told.
For me the mechs who come to mind that would be interested in something like this are Ratchet, Rodimus, Soundwave, Shockwave, Starscream, and Brainstorm
Idk what are your thoughts :3c
God I wish that were me too for real for real. Shockwave my beloved. I'd happily sit on his spike all day while he works. Give me a book or something to do and I'll be that mechs personal spikesleeve anytime.
I can very much see Ratchet doing this but also counter point, Ratchet with Drift on his lap and you on Drifts lap. Might have done something similar while writing Human Effects. this is chapter 12 of the series tho. (FICLINK) For anyone interested. (Ps I love horndog Ratchet let that old me be a fuck machine!)
Rodimus I can see because he who needs a stress toy or a knife to carve stuff into tables when he has a new kinda stress toy. If you dirty talk him and praise him enough he will do his work as long as your sat on his spike.
Another who I can totally see needing a spikesleeve human is Prowl but he's to grumpy to admit it. But moment you get him going it really makes a difference in his work ethnics. (Even if it isn't very ethical being a spikesleeve for him)
Starscream is such a pretentious ass that he believes he deserves to have the best of the best, and that includes having his sweet human spread out on his spike while he works, but hey he's not as snarky and prissy after a good overload and you can bet he keeps you pressed to his lap even after his overloaded because he likes watching you squirm.
Soundwave I've actually done a fic on him using his human while working because they both needed some stress relief, ill link it here. (FICLINK)
And Brainstorm that mech would have the time of his life and he'd do it for scientific research and data collection while also using it as the perfect opportunity to study your body and reactions. (Kinky perv but I love him for it)
#transformers#transformers idw#transformers x human#transformers x reader#mtmte#transformers lost light#valveplug#rodimus#ratchet#transformers shockwave#transformers soundwave#prowl transformers#mtmte brainstorm#starscream transformers
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What makes a tlt au work for you? Do u have any favourites out there/that youâve thought of?
its hard because it can go down to the writing! i have a huge bias for things that put focus on the characters acting awful and driving the story forward- if a story has a plot thats great, but its the difference between "gideon and harrow keep meeting up at parties and fall a little bit in love every time" and "gideons angry she lost her childhood to the cult so she attends a party with the tridentarii to shotgun adolescent experiences, and harrowhark, frustrated that gideon is pulling on her metaphorical leash, follows to stalk her". the former retains a 5+1 fic format and is more bite-size, while the latter puts more focus into their growth as characters. im not great at articulating what i like specifically, but ill put my favorite fics below:
what if nona was dogs tugs at my heart: its post-canon, slice-of-life, and has a unique concept (said in the title). i judged a book by its cover because i thought the premise seemed too silly at first but ive been made a fool and its pet clown. it feels so true to nona the way its about all the things nona loves and how she gets to explore the world through new eyes. i love the way it explores characters softening up and getting hurt through a third person pov
we have always lived in the apartment by @thatneoncrisis i keep saying this but for the love of GOD guys this au is so good it makes me cry and feel such a deep catharsis from it. it takes gideon and harrow and the ninth as a cult and explores their struggle to adapt to a modern society when noone ever gets a break (WOW ITS JUST LIKE IN REAL L-). quinn writes the sides of griddlehark i think go overlooked in fanfic often: their codependency, their tendency to lash out when theyre defensive, their mutual paranoia and different coping mechanisms, harrows psychosis and gideons bitterness, their relationships to each other as being the only other person who really understands what the other suffered through. god. i feel lightheaded.
"but SAM, i dont like angst but i want to see this writing!" read gap between a tragedy and a comedy
"SAM, i also like when gideon and harrow are horrible because theyre maladjusted teenagers! but i want more antics where the characters drive things forward over angst!" read whats eating gideon nav
you just aint receiving is one of my FAVORITE modern aus of all time (and i heavily recommend the authors other fics as well!) if you really want to see how much i love this fic the fact that my comments take up the entire phone screen probably says a lot. its hard to put it concisely: it keeps harrows air of misanthropy and cruelty but redefines it as the result of her upbringing and personal struggle to live in a university while dealing with a backpack of mental illness and frustration. it changes gideons personality as the daughter of john gaius in a way that makes sense having her grow up with johns middling parenting skills and getting everything she ever wanted (connecting it back to kirionas personality in ntn!). it brings in side characters (specially palamedes. my beautiful boy palamedes) in ways that compliment harrow and gideon but not so obviously that they only exist to be supports. they have their own lives and ideals. its a modern au that brings in the boiling politics of johns cult uprising once again in a really novel way
semi charmed kinda life by @griddlebait. jesuchristo and all his middle names this fic is GREAT for you if you want a slice of life, coming of age type modern au that explores what its like for gideon and harrow if they actually got the space to see who theyd become outside of the stifling fate tlt has for them. as far as modern aus go im usually very hesitant to read them because im afraid modernizing the characters takes features away from their core but i really love and respect the way the author treats the 69ers with care and draws distinct lines that shows me how their grow and change while keeping a line to the anchor. also they write HIDEOUS (complimentary) PINING. DISGUSTING. some of these chapters were so chock full of dyke drama that they made me nauseous and whimsical. i think once a friend said this fic felt like if gh could be reincarnated and i like that descriptor a lot
til the cows come home is another postcanon fic that made me feel sick and crybabyish about it- i would definitely recommend it if you want to explore a happier ending with griddlehark! with this and what if nona was dogs the thing i like most about them is that they mix up vulnerability with pain and fear, so it feels more lifelike that way if that makes sense. i lost my taste in fluff fics over time but when its interspersed with struggle and characters causing problems because they cant cope with themselves it feels much more earnest and raw
this became very long. im not sorry
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Markus Sircantus my favourite fanfic writer tell me... How does one cope with Technoblades passing?
IM SORRY THIS IS KINDA OF A SERIOUS ASK- I DON'T KNOW HOW TO WORD THIS RIGHT BUT- When the "so long nerds" came out I just balled my eyes out, I cried all night (it was night for me when I received the notification) and I was really wrung out the morning after it in school, and people got kinda worried about it and I explained it but- I was 18, it felt silly to cry over a person I never met before (and with gaming content) I really liked his content and it was all I watched in the pandemic but I just. Like. Stopped watching. because I got self conscious about being sad about it, and I thought I had moved on? Accepted? The grief lasted a day but I never thought much about it bcz I never watched his content again.
But now I catch myself thinking about him, missing to watch his streams, wanting to watch again his videos but- every time I see a bit of him, hear a little of his voice, MY EYES GET ALL WATERY AND SHIT, I CAN'T SEE HIM WITHOUT CRYING AND IT SUCKS. I don't really have time to get all sentimental eeeewww emotions but I miss him, I miss him so fucking much.
I've been following you for a long time now! But I have to admit that I only recently got the courage to read one of your oneshots that got Techno in it, its been a good while I didn't read your fics ;v; (sorry).
So... Sorry for the long ask LMAO, I'm just wondering how you- probably a person that likes Technoblade more than me- got over it and ON TOP OF THAT WRITES OF HIM! Please show me the path, enlighten me with your wisdom....
(sorry if I was rude somewhere- If you don't want to you don't need to give me an answer, thanks for the time reading it tho! And thanks for your fanfics! It was really a comfort for me in the down times :3)
(also sorry this is anonymous I'm a coward)
Well, Im actually not quite sure how to cope with it at all. Only the passing of time has made it easier for me to swallow, and in all honesty, i still havent been able to watch any of his videos since. I still flinch in hearing his voice when it shows up on my feed. But i write about him without a second thought, and i guess a reason for that is because at some point i accepted that my writing was a way of keeping him alive. My stories are a comfort for both myself and others wanting to continue to find joy at the thought of him, and i desperately needed comfort in the months after he passed, so i just kept writing until the bitterness stopped.
Its also like. Im kinda stubborn about feeling Bad. Grieving sucks and i hate feeling it and i hate crying so much that i refuse to let it linger and ill cram my head with anything else to let the worst pass. I dont think about him being dead. i just think about how happy he made me feel. I focus on the fact that he was really fucking funny and how he was an inspiration for thousands, and i focus on the fact that he still continues to inspire me in making more silly family dynamic fanfiction. I just dont think about it too much, thats all. I dont have any wise advice to share, haha, just that i try to keep my habits for his memory and for my happinessâ sake
#honestly writing dsmp in the height of its popularity was a joy like no other#and im not gonna be like oh i miss it wish it was the same bc i still have it#im still writing#nothing is the same but im still writing so im still happy#eh i dunno for a write i dont have a lot of words to use for this#im not good with grief
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eiiiiii the idea of getting private meeting with camboy vox HELLO. you make me suffer for good stuffs every single day đđŚ can you spoil me a little bittttt. - đą
âprivate session.â
pairings: camboy!vox akuma x male!reader
summary: congrats, lucky winner! because of your generous donations, vox reached out wanting to thank you in person. things, however, take a turn.
tw: DRUGGING, yandere, manipulation, voice fetish. camshows, drinking, implied noncon. age gap, etc.
notes: last fic of 2022! im posting this mere minutes from midnight, so please pardon any mistakes. ill go back and edit this a bit later.
and yes, i can write a part 2 if you truly wish. sorry for cucking you guys, again..
happy new year everyone, thank you for such an amazing 2022. i hope to write much more in the future!
âim at the right place, arenât i..?â you mumbled to yourself, frigid, clammy hands swiping your phone to make sure the location was right. the restaurant looked a bit trendy and sophisticated, somewhere you wouldn't dare step inside on your own. you and vox both agreed on a restaurant to meet at around eight o'clock. to be truly honest with yourself, you never thought youâd have the guts to do something like this â but when vox, the streamer who youâve been watching for months daily and donating to everyday reached out to you personally, how could you say no?
nonetheless, sitting across from him at the table really made you wish you had refused.
for one, he was much too ethereal to be in your lowly presence. the camera didnât do him justice at all â his pale skin was a nice contrast to his black hair, adorned by his signature red highlights. he even wore the red eye makeup that you loved to look at, except now, you could see his mouth and bottom half of his face, uncovered by the black mask he would usually wear. his lips looked so soft, and when his tongue darted out to lick them you were nearly going to faint. weâre those.. fangs? his canines were sharp, and you felt like a pervert for staring so intensely.
you quickly paid your respects to the other fans who would never know that vox, a niche but popular adult streamer, was a truly beautiful man in person.
you didn't even notice how silent it had gotten between the two of you. âno need to be so quiet. i donât bite, i promise.â voxâs sweet voice snapped you out of your thoughts, apologizing profusely for zoning out so much. âyouâre right! im sorry, ive just never done anything like this before..â you chuckled awkwardly, shifting in your chair while vox just smiled. he found your skittishness adorable. you reminded him of a scared little bunny â and he was the big bad wolf, ready to eat you up whole.
"what a shame. and here i was thinking you do this quite often, with how you accepted my request and all." the demon smirked at how your face flushed, becoming a stuttering mess. you should've expected it, but he was just as snarky in person as he was on his live shows. as your little meeting continued, vox realized he enjoyed your presence much more than he thought. the night was filled with friendly but interesting conversation, and for once, the demon didnât feel forced to keep speaking.
at first, he debated on meeting with you in person. what if the person who donated nearly thousands to him each month turned out to be not as pleasant as he hoped? while the demon wouldn't be surprised, he would be a tad disappointed with all of the free shoutouts he's given to you. still, with you being his top donator for a while now, he felt compelled to show some form of graciousness. a little present, just in time for the holidays.
vox enjoyed streaming more than he thought he would. even though he could use his voice and other demonic powers for much grander, sinister things - for some reason, using them to tease and drain the wallets of his viewers was surprisingly just as satisfying. doing this, he never had to worry about getting a silly job like most humans did, letting the demon truly relax when he wasnt tampering with cameras and himself.
but, you, however - vox liked how shy and nervous you were. it awakened a sick monster inside of him, that wanted to see you cry and beg for mercy at his fingertips. he thought his days of toying with mortals was over, but unfortunately (or fortunately?) for you, you seemed to rekindle that fire in his heart. if he didn't know any better, he would've never expected you to be someone that watches adult streams online, let alone spend money on them.
taking advantage of how anxious you were, vox continued to ask questions about yourself, forcing you to blurt out answers in hopes of not screwing up. "so, what do you like about my streams, y/n?" the male swiveled the wine in his glass nonchalantly, golden eyes looking into yours, awaiting an answer. you gulped, shakily drinking yours as well.
"um, well, you're the first streamer i've ever really watched for.. that sort of stuff. i initially liked how your voice sounded, and wanted to hear more, but i ended up staying for your little stories and when you'd talk about yourself. you just seemed really nice." it was a bit embarrassing when you had said it aloud, but it was the truth. you enjoyed the moments where the demon would just ramble the most. of course, given the content of his streams, most of the things he'd speak about were so dirty it made your ears feel hot - however, there were moments where he'd just talk about his day, and you seemed to enjoy those the most.
it was vox's turn to blush, his grip tightening on the wine glass ever so slightly. how could a mere mortal make him feel so... flustered? hes had his fair share of affairs over many decades, however, never has he felt so vulnerable. the demon was expecting you to talk about his cock or something, but of course your innocent little head wouldnt do that. you should be thankful vox isn't a cannibalistic demon, or he seriously would've eaten your heart out by now.
therefore, the man didnt feel any remorse when you went to the bathroom and he slipped a drug into your drink while you were away.
it wasnt his fault - how was he supposed to let you go after today? someone as sinless and pure as yourself needed to be his. vox wouldnt be content with letting you go back to being another viewer behind the screen, not after your little meeting. the demon knew truly that you probably wouldn't refuse going home with him, but that also didnt guarantee you'd accept his offer. he considered the drug just a bit of a push in the right direction, if you will.
"sorry for taking so long. there was a line outside, so.." your voice trailed off, going back to your seat as the older man simply chuckled. why did you feel the need to explain yourself? it didn't matter how long you took, even if you tried to run now, vox would surely find you. pouring some more wine for himself, he filled his glass a bit more to match yours. you tried to tell him you weren't too keen or interested in alcohol at the beginning of your little date, but the demon wouldn't take no for an answer. "y/n, lets have a toast, shall we?" his held up his glass expectantly towards you, waiting for you to clink the rim with your own.
you hesitated for a moment. the smell of wine never enticed you, but seeing vox wait earnestly made your heart flutter. one glass shouldn't hurt, right?
you simply nodded, the familiar clank of glass against glass being shared between you two before drinking. you drank a majority of the wine, only leaving a small amount left. "good boy. its good, isnt it?" you nearly sputtered the drink back up from the praise, nodding again and drinking the rest in one gulp. it was much different hearing his words of affirmation in person. it felt addicting, unreal.
"thats it. a toast for the new year, my boy. im excited for the memories we shall make together. aren't you?" oh, did vox mean his streams? of course you looked forward to those, how could you not! he was the highlight of your day, making you smile and laugh. "mhm! im excited. im looking forward to your streams, vox." the demon felt a shiver roll down his spine, suppressing a groan. he could get used to you saying his name. he wanted to hear you say it in other ways, too.
"i hope we can get more.. personal, as well, y/n. it was truly delightful being here with you." the man had such a way with words, making you swoon. was he this nice with everyone? no wonder he had so many followers! while you didnt know the true extent to what he had implied, you agreed, telling him that you were happy you came out today.
of course you were. you were his little rabbit, frail and gullible, unknowing of the big bad wolf sitting across from your very table. he truly wondered just how oblivious you could be, but much to his delight, he'd find out soon enough. your eyes started to feel heavy, zoning out while he talked about random things to keep you occupied.
"goodness, y/n, are you alright? you look a bit pale. here, let me take you back to my place. i don't live far at all." his voice was sickeningly sweet, how could you deny his offer? you nodded drowsily, letting the man hold you to steady your balance.
the cold air of the outdoors didnt phase you, and neither did it bother vox. peering at your sleeping face, he smiled, leaning in to kiss the top of your forehead.
"happy new years, y/n. lets have fun together." vox whispered in your ear, turning the corner towards his apartment.
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okay so uh hiii, first off I just wanna say you're writing is top tier, I consider you one of the best writers for Archie's characters, keep up the good work 𩷠! second off all, the jann fic where he calls the reader mama has plagued my mind for DAYS, like literal brain rot I swear (in a good way tho lol). like I even went on character.ai and got him to call me mama on there like I'm truly down atrocious for subby jann because of you, you must've unlocked something in my brain or something đđ.
i don't know exactly if I'm doing this right so if I'm not just let me know and ill try to redo it but i was wondering I could make a request for you to write a few drabbles (if that's the right term, probably not) about casual dominance with subby jann please đđžđđž, like not all of them have to be sexual, but best believe I'll have no issue with that lmao. again, I've never done this before so if it's like shitty, all over the place, and makes no sense I apologize đ. I know you have a couple fics and stuff queued up and other things keeping you busy so no rush or anything.
domestic sub!jann
heâs a subby man, even casually. hereâs some domestic headcannons of my little whiskers meow meow jann mardenborough (gt movie)
a/n: thank you anon for your kind words and request ! SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG đđđť i hope this is what you imagined when writing the ask :] also jann calling reader mama was stuck in my head until i actually wrote it. and i WILL do it again
- letâs start off by agreeing on the fact that jann is the clingy one in your relationship
- heâs a busy man, especially at the height of his career so whenever heâs home, he just wants to rest his head on your lap in front of the tv
- he NEEDS you to run your fingers through his hair, or gently caressing the back of his head or heâll take matters into his own hands
- and by that i mean he will grab your hand and place them in his hair himself, but sometimes you just want to tease him. you would constantly pull your hand away each time heâd grab it and he would whine until you give up
- jannâs a snuggler cuddler. he would snuggle himself in your chest whenever you guys cuddle eventho heâs so much bigger than you. he doesnât care, he just needs to be wrapped snuggly by your arms in your embrace
- jann does silly things at home with you, including opening his mouth at you whenever you eat together, asking you to feed him. then when you actually do heâll chew his food with a smile that squints his eyes
- other silly things he does is INSISTING on brushing your teeth together after waking up. youâd be getting out of the bed when heâs still chilling around and he would SCRAMBLE out of the duvets to follow your back, like a puppy
- while on the topic, he really acts closely to a puppy around you
- you getting up to go get something from the fridge ? heâll go: âwhere are you going ?â
- you pulling his head off your lap to go to the toilet for a moment ? heâll go: âwhere are you going ?â
- if youâre slipping on your coat with the trash in your hand at the door ? heâll go: âim coming with youâ
- he knows that youâll just make him go himself if he offers to carry it so he wouldnât take the trash off your hand until AFTER youâve reached the end of the hallway, before the elevator. just so he could go on that little walk with you
- youâve never felt annoyed or irritated with him, youâve grown accustomed to his clinginess. if anything youâre happy that he is the way he is cuz itâs not often that heâs home because his busy schedule
- he SO would beg you to play GT with him. he even bought you your own racing wheel and display, and built your whole set up in your favourite colour just so you could play with him
- you guys have your own racing room just sophisticatedly equipped with both of your set ups, a frickin fridge and a crazy sound system.
- he actually uses the sim a lot to practise, and would follow you around the house, watching you do stuffs that you told him youâre going to be busy for that you wont be able to race with him, until youâre done. THEN only he would be willing to practise happily
- if heâs feeling extra clingy ? heâd ask you to sit on his lap, facing him, just clinging onto him like a koala bear while he races
- youâre his first ever serious girlfriend, so he really cherishes you every second he could. scenario of you breaking up with him flashes before his eyes whenever youâre upset
- ego ? dont know her. heâs willing to kneel and kiss at your knees, begging for forgiveness while you sit on the couch, clearly upset with something heâd done
- most of the time itâs just you being jealous of him entertaining his fangirls, him taking selfies with them, sometimes theyâre pressed up too close to him
- you love that heâs nice to them, and that heâs loved by many, but you couldnât help but feeling jealous
- he knows youâd be, so right after the crowd dissipates heâs quick to go to you, pulling at your folded arms.
- âare you mad at me ?â ânoâ
- then he would rest his head at the crook of your shoulder until you give in
- jannâs also really sulky. he doesnât really show it, but youâll know. heâs not the type of person to be giving you the silent treatment when heâs sulking but youâll notice heâs distracted. he would still do things with you or for you, just quietly
- sulking jann would include avoiding eye contact. jann is generally quite shy with other people, but with you heâll make eye contact all the time. he would smile and just look into your eyes until you blush, then heâd chuckle. so when heâs struggling to maintain eye contact with you, you know somethingâs upsetting him
- you know how i mentioned he follows you everywhere ? so that also applies to when you go shopping for clothes. heâs your personal hype-men, a functional one at that too
- heâs not that type of boyfriend that just waits outside the store, just waiting for you to be done. if anything heâs more excited to walk into your favourite stores than you đ cuz he knows thereâd be new clothing line that youâd want to try on
- he gives legit opinions too, he knows what type of clothes you like, the materials, the cuttings, you would be hearing him say things like: âthat looks pretty but are you comfortable?â cuz he notices itâs made with material that you donât like
- when itâs his turn to buy clothes he lives for your eyes, and your eyes only. you have a vision in mind for the clothes or outfits that you think would make him look cute, so youâd assemble an outfit at the store for him to try on. heâs not picky, heâll get anything that you say makes him look handsome.
- guys im genuinely tweaking i need him to be my boyfriend
- both of you have your own careers so sometimes his racing schedule clashes with your work, but it doesnât happen often
- when you actually have a very important thing to attend for your work, and he has a race on the same day, heâll get really sad that youâre not gonna be cheering him on, or that youâre not gonna be there when heâs done
- you try to finish your work as soon as possible when he has a race, to come to his racing venue. you mostly work remotely, so youâd just finish your work in the hotel room before going to see him. youâre his emotional support, and heâd be really happy if you get to watch him on the track.
- one time heâd been informed that you wouldnât be there because of work, and he was really sad, pouting his lips, shoulders dropped and all (heâs dramatic like that) but heâs understanding of your work, so he went and raced the best he could so he would get to tell you all about it after you got home
- unbeknownst of him, you finished early that day and were able to catch him on the track. when he got out of the car he noticed your face on the track displays, watching him from the vip viewing area, cheering him on.
- he was quick to take out all his comms wires to go see you, meeting you halfways as you were also running to go see him
- heâs a whole golden retriever puppy boyfriend, who becomes really subby in bed, whining and whimpering underneath you <3
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Kim Seungmin/noona reader
wc: 5.9k
rating: angst/mature/18+ ಠ(idiots trying to get to lovers/mutual pining)
contains: drinking/drunkiness, implied mental illness, medication mention, weight mention
comments: Part two of this noona fic request. Not sure how much interest there is in this (there's more, because I love writing it and I needed some angst), but let me know if you guys like it!
songs to listen to while reading: orion sun - intro // chloe george - when does it get good
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Seungmin feels around in the dark, and he knows at any moment, heâs going to trip. The layout of your apartment is still foreign to him, but he likes it here, and he wants to get used to being here. Itâs a welcome change from the dormâthere it's usually a mess. It smells, it tends to get loud at the worst moments, and the worst part of all is that youâre not there. Ever.
Heâs a bit embarrassed of the place, even though his room is usually clean and ready for company. Itâs better here, though. Itâs always quiet, and warm, and it smells like vanilla and coffee, even now, in the middle of the night.
As much as he wanted to keep things between the two of you, for now, it did not work. Seungmin came home very late the night after he confessed (and you confessed), so it was easy for everyone to figure out. Still, though, he hasnât talked much about it in the three days since. And now, somehow, heâs ended up at your apartment, and itâs well past midnight.
You fell asleep on the couch watching a movie, tucked against his side, and he shook you awake eventually.
âTime to get to bed, yeah?â He said, and he gave you a few more minutes to collect yourself before helping you up. Then he guided you into the bedroom, but he just stood there at the door for a moment, watching, waiting until you turned to him and smiled.
âGoodnightâ
âYouâre leaving?â You check the time on your phone. It's late.
âYeah, I should go,â his heartbeat picks up a little as he casually looks around your room. This is his first time seeing it., and Seungmin thinks to himself how very you it isâthe colors, the mix of adult and not-so-adult, pages from magazines and photobooks pinned to a corkboard next to very important looking things. He sees his face pinned there as well; a closeup of him, ripped neatly from the Noeasy photobook. No, two photos of him...three.
âOkay. You donât have to, butâŚâ you think, look around, look back at him, âtext me when you get home, okay?â
âI willâ
He clicks the hall light off as he makes his way toward the door, and with the glow of the tv gone, itâs suddenly very, very dark. The light of his phone helps, but he hits his foot on the coffee table, of course, and then he finally grabs his bag. Luckily it takes him a few extra minutes to fight into his shoes, because a text comes through just as he goes for the door.
donât leave yet
Seungmin looks toward your bedroom door and waits. One, two, three seconds. It swings open, and you leave it there so the light pours out and illuminates him.
âDid I forget something?â
You stop in front of him and nod, âI did,â and grab the front of his shirt to pull him down. You kiss, and he kisses right back. And then you let go. âCan I ask whatâs in your backpack?â
âHuh? MyâŚoh my bag. Just my usual stuff, uhm, itâs silly. Sometimes I feel like Iâll be pulled away when I have no time to pack, so I always carry something with me.â
âSo that's your overnight bag?â
âI guess. I donât want you to get the wrong idea...if itâs the wrong idea. I wasnât expecting something to happen, I promise.â
âSeungmin, itâs okay. I just came out to kiss you goodnight, not question your motives.â You pull him to you again and kiss. âAnd youâre welcome to spend the nightâon the couch, or in my bed. Preferably in my bed. But wherever youâre comfortable.â
His laugh is so nervous, and he hates it, âmaybe next time?â
âOf course. Iâm leaving for a while tomorrow, but Iâll let you know when I get home.â
âWill you be gone long?â
âNo, a week at the mostâ
âA week. Okay, thatâs not bad. If Iâm home when you get back., we can do something.â
âRight, you might not be hereâ
You stare at each other silently, maybe hoping to read each otherâs mind. You might not see him for a while and that was hard enough when you were just friends, pining endlessly. Now youâve touched him and kissed him, and you need more time to do those things.
âI might be, thoughâ
âGoodnight, Minnieâ
This time he kisses you himself.
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âIâm not surprisedâŚbut at the same time Iâm a little surprised,â Felix scratches his head. Heâs watching Seungmin cross the kitchen to fill his glass with water.
He doesnât notice everyone staring at him until he turns toward the coffee maker. âWhat?â
âSurprised why?â Minho cups his chin in his hand and smiles at both of them.
âHow was your date last night, kid?â
"Date?" Minho jumps and grins at Seungmin.
âWe just watched a movie, it was good. Sheâs leaving today so I wonât see her for a while.â
âOh no, thatâs no good. Soââ
âWhat are you surprised about?!â Minho slap his palm on the table, âYongbok!â
âIâm getting there!â
âYouâve never been to her place before, right? What brought that onâŚa movie at her apartment?â
Seungmin is making his coffee, patiently, and looking at his roommate as he takes his time getting to the point. But Felix waits as he makes his way to the table with them to press on.
âYou never really told us what happened the other night. You two just disappeared.â
âOh, we went to her place, so we could be aloneâŚâ
The three of them OH in unison, because Jeongin turns the corner just in time. Minho is still confused, and nobody seems to want to elaborate for him. All four of them here at the same doesnât happen often, so Seungmin is feeling a little crowded
ââŚto talk.â
âOoh,â Jeongin smiles, âand? Did you talk last night, too?â
âNot much, noâ
Their eyes grow as they wait for more, but now Seungmin is having too much fun stringing them a long.
âPlease continueâ
âThereâs nothing else,â he shrugs, âwe drank a little, watched a movie, we both dozed off for a while, I thinkâŚno,â Seungmin throws a hand up when Felix' mouth turns up into a smirk. âIt was a long movie, nothing else happened.â
âDid you kiss?â Jeongin leans closer and whispers, âyou kissed, yeah?â
Seungmin canât help but smile when he asks. He can feel his face grow warm just thinking about it. Last night, and then your first kiss. That one got much heavier than he expected, and he loved every secondâthe touching, your tongue, your fingers running through his hair. He doesnât want to wait a week for more, but heâs not going to chase after you now. He has to be patient, again.
âYou should have spent the night"
â â
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You sit across from each other in the cafeteria, just like youâve done a dozen times before. Itâs not busy, not even at lunchtime, but looking up at him for too long is making your heart race. Itâs not that youâre afraid someone will walk by and read your mind (but if they did, they might be disgusted), it just feels different being with him in public now.
It feels like youâre both doing something a little bit wrong.
Seungmin is a young idol, and heâs sweet and kind and innocent, as far as everyone knows. Youâve already seen his unfiltered self, and itâs better than any act heâs had to put on. But he is still sweet and kind andâŚyou assume a little innocent. Youâve never talked about your sex lives, ever.
You look up at him and lock eyes. He smiles, and you canât help but start undressing him. Yes, youâve touched him, finally. His thighâhe let you run your hand from his knee and up you went until you knew it was time to stopâhis neck, his shoulder, his faceâŚbut thereâs still so much of him to touch and see. The part of your mind that you can't keep quiet is afraid there won't be many more oppurtunities.
You have to close your eyes and relax.
âAre you okay?â
âIâm okay, just thinking. Over-thinking.â
He smiles again, and you start to wonder if heâs doing it because heâs nervous.
âAbout us?â
Us? Thatâs a much bigger word than it was a few days ago. âYeah, I guess so.â
âGood things?â
Good things, yes. As long as you stay focused, there's nothing to think about when it comes to him except for good things. âYeah, of course.â
âHow is your lunch? Spicy enough?â
âIs my face red?â
âA little, yesâ
âNo spice today, so itâs you doing that.â
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What if he stays too late tonight, again? He doesnât want to run off at the first mention of spending the night, because he wants to stay here with you. There was no expectation of it when you asked last time, he assumes, because he can sleep wherever he wants; he can do whatever he wants. And you wouldnât pressure him anyway. He knows you better than that.
He knows nothing about your sex life, though. And almost nothing about your dating life.
Seungmin doesnât really know much about either of those things when it comes to himself, actually. There was never much time to date, or it was low on the list. And having sex without at least dating someone doesnât sit well with him.
But he has been on dates, and he has kissed, and touched, and heâs been touched right back. But thatâs all. No sexâthat blowjob didnât countâit was awkward, and it wasnât very good. And as hard as he tries, he can't forget his first time trying to find a clit.
âDo you want a drink?â You shake his arm until he finally seems to hear you, âdrinkâŚbeer, coke, coffee?â
âSoju?â
âI have strawberry and peachâ
âStrawberry somaek?â
You disappear into the fridge and dig around, and Seungmin watches carefully when you bend forward. Heâs always admired your body, though it never had much to do with him liking you the way he did. But now, he feels like itâs okay to appreciate it more. Youâre shorter than him, and curvier (which doesnât take much, seeing as how Seungmin is basically a straight line). Your ass and thighs are an eyeful for him, though.
Everything looks soft. Everything is soft, because he did sneak his hand there that first night. He squeezed his fingers right above your knee, then moved up ever so slightly to get some thigh. He didnât dare go any further, though.
The touching you did the second time was much more innocentâholding hands, fingers laced together, your head against his shoulder as you fell asleep. He looked you over carefully, but kept his hands to himself, only daring to run a thumb over your wrist as you dozed off.
âWould you like to pour, or do you trust me?â
Seungmin snaps out of it. Heâs pretty sure you caught him staring. âI trust you.â
âCan you grab the glasses for me?â
He does, and he follows you back to the living room and makes himself comfortable at the coffee table. And now that heâs started, he canât take his eyes off of you as you move.
âThatâsâŚoh okay we have different pours,â Seungmin eyes the glass, but you pull it toward yourself. âThatâs much more soju than I usually do.â
You pour his now, but only fill the glass a third of the way before topping it off with the beer.
âI thought maybe you were trying to soften me up.â His breath catches in his chest when he says it, because it sounded much more stupid than it did in his head.
âNo, trying to soften myself up, actually.â
âWhy? You canât get drunk without me,â the frown he gives you is over the top and very cute. âI donât want you to fall asleep too early.â
âIâll be carefulâ
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Seungmin feels good after two glasses. Itâs not much, but he hasnât eaten recently, and heâs pretty certain his second drink was identical to yours.
Youâre halfway through your third.
âThese are too easy to drink.â You sit at the table with a dish of mandu and dakgangjeong. âAnd Iâm guessing youâre hungry.â
âI usually am.â He leans forward and smells the chicken, âdid you make all this.
You shake your head, âIâm not the best at cooking. I wish I had more time to practice.â
âThatâs okay. Thank you for feeding me, and getting me tipsy.â He grabs a piece of chicken and pops it in his mouth. And then a dumpling. And then finishes off his third somaek.
âYou canât be tipsy yetâ
âI will be if I have anotherâ
Seungmin does have another. And the for his next drink, he switches to straight beerâbut heâs drunk. He picks up his chopsticks and grabs for a dumpling, but it slips off and bounces onto the table.
Both of you just stare at for a long moment. And then Seungmin giggles as he tries again. This time it makes it to his mouth.
âWhere you going?â
Heâs slowly getting to his feet, and he stands for a minutes to get his head straight.
âBathroomâ
âGood ideaâ
âAre you joining me?â
You stop halfway onto your feet and look up at him, his hand is outstretched like heâs welcoming the company, âahâŚyou first.â
Itâs very obvious he had a bit too much. And you did, too, but youâre working hard to keep yourself together. When you walk back out from the bathroom, Seungmin is standing up, staring at the tv, and the rest of the chicken is making its way into his mouth. He looks comfortable and satisfiedâdrunk, yesâŚbut happy.
It makes you warm up even more, and you canât remember the last time you felt so good.
âHeyâ
âHiâŚhello, do you feel better? Do you want the last few pieces?â He holds some out to you, but it disappears into his mouth as soon as you shake your head. âWe should sober up.â
Yes, you should. You sit on the couch and curl yourself up into a ball, but when he sits next to you, your limbs develop a mind of their own. Before you can stop yourself, you slide your arms around his waist and hold yourself tight against him. Your leg drapes over his lap, and youâre practically straddling his thighs. He takes it in stride, though. Seungmin holds you right back and takes the opportunity to slide a hand across your hip, and when he squeezes, you jump.
âSorryâ
âMm mm, noâŚitâs good. Feels good.â
âIt does?â
âYeah, youâre so warmâ
âI think thatâs the alcoholâ
âMaybeâŚmaybe, but you alwaysââ you stop and start to giggle, and you shove your face into his shirt to try to stifle yourself.
âAlways what?â
You shake your head against him, push harder against his chest, take in his scentâŚfeel yourself becoming even more drunk. âNothing.â
His hand slides back up and settles on your hip, âalways something good, hopefully.â
âSorry, my head is swimming.â
âMine tooâ
âI was hoping the alcohol would help, but youâre making me so nervous.â
âYouâre nervous? Iâm making you nervous?â
âYeah, maybe telling you will make it go away."
âIâm also nervous. I wasnât the last time I was hereâŚso maybe the drinks are working against us.â
You force yourself to look up at him, and he looks down at you with big, heavy eyes. Your gaze drops and takes in every bit of himâhis cheeks, his nose, his lipsâŚhis lips. He wets them and a smile pulls at his mouth, and you desperately want him to lean down closer to you. Every part of you is screaming for him, but youâre still frozen.
Heâs frozen, too. The booze just made both of you stupid.
âSeungmin?â Youâve never, not even as a teenager, felt so stupidly in love with someone.
âYeah?â
The longer you watch him, the closer he seems to get, and you see every little detail, every little spot, every little perfect blemish and pore on his skin.
âKiss me before I explodeâ
His lips press into yours and his fingers squeeze so hard again. You want him to hold you tighter still, and you need to be closer. He does. Seungmin moves you until youâre on his lap, and he devours you. Heâs all tongue, and itâs wet and messy, not like his previous kisses, but itâs so good tasting him, and tasting the entire night on him.
Then he stops suddenly to catch his breath, but he stays there and bites down lightly on your bottom lip. Your eyes open, and heâs right there, staring. He pulls back, looks at the space between your thighs, and thereâs not much there. If you let yourself relax a little more, youâd feel his dick growing in his sweatpants.
But you can see it. Youâre no longer frozen, so you shake the thought of whatâs between his legs out of your head, for now. Both of you are way too fucked up for the first time. What you do need to do is kiss him again, so you take over, squeeze his shoulders and hold him steady while you lick across his parted lips. Seungmin opens up for you and he moans into the kissâmoans right down your throat.
You shake your head, âwe should stop until weâre, umâŚI donât wanna do this drunk.â
âI donât either,â he keeps kissing, but slows down and softens his touch. His hands move to your waist, and then your back, where they stay.
âBut donât leave tonightâ
âI wonâtâ
â â
â
â
Seungmin watches you from his side of your bed. He did fall asleep for a while, but he woke from a dream and forgot for a few moments where he was. His racing heart beat against the mattress as he looked toward you, facing away from him, shirt pulled halfway up your back. You kicked the covers off in your sleepâprobably too warm from sobering up, but so deeply asleep. Still, he reaches out and runs two fingers down the skin thatâs peeking out.
You move ever so slightly, and mumble something. He looks at the time: just after 4am. Youâve been asleep for about three hours, because both of you were out as soon as you hit the bed.
But Seungmin feels better. Less drunk, at least. His head aches a little, but not enough to bother him. He reaches out again, but this time he pulls at your shirt until youâre covered.
âMinnieâ
âIâm up, you feel okay?â
You mumble again, and groan, but you donât answer.
âMinnieâŚhmmm, donât leaveâ
âHey,â he crawls closer and runs a hand down your arm, âhey, oh youâre still asleep.â
You wake up when you feel his lips on your shoulder. âMin?â
âAre you up or talking in your sleep?â
âIâm upâŚoh no, what did I say?â You turn onto your back and grab his hand. âI donât do that all the time.â
âJust my nameâ
âOhâ
âAnd you told me not to leave,â he squeezes your hand and searches for the soberness in your eyes, âIâm still here.â
âSorry, I donât usually speak so clearlyâ
The sleep-talking doesnât phase him. In fact, the quietness of the room is a welcome change to his typical nights. The whole night, drunk as you both were, was quiet and calm. âWere you thinking about me in your sleep?â
âI must have been,â you move his hair away from his eyes, and now youâre searching for any leftover drunkenness. He seems wide awake and sober.
âItâs 4 in the morning, if youâre still tiredâŚwe can go back to sleep.â Thatâs not what he wants, but he also wants what you want. Seungmin figured youâd get into bed and both of you would sleep soundly until morning. But he woke up.
âNo, I feel good. And you look good.â
The truth is, you are very tired. If you close your eyes right now, you have no doubt that you would fall back to sleep almost immediately. Instead you rip off the rest of the blanket and sit up.
âWhere are you going?â
He watches you stand slowly, carefully, just in case. But your legs work just fine. Maybe Seungmin can change that. The thought sends a little wave a pleasure through you, and you smile when you turn to look at him, âbathroom.â
That is what you do, but you dig through the drawer under the sink as well. You didnt prepare properly, because you didnât double check to see if you still had condoms, and if they were still good.
âOh good,â you grab the half used pack and look closely at the date stamped on the bottom, "lucky.â But you make the mistake of looking at yourself in the mirror, and your reflection feels like it's a mile away. Your eyes blur, and the room spins for a moment.
A perfectly timed knock on the door makes you jump, and the box slips from your hand.
âAre you okay? I gotta go, too.â
âYeah, Minnie, Iâm coming,â you pick them up and palm them as you head for the door, âsorry, go ahead.â
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Seungmin whistles as he returns and quietly shuts the door, âso are youâŚout?â He holds up the empty box and shakes it. âYou left the drawer open.â
âOh, no no,â you grab the condoms from your bedside table and show them to him, âwe have two.â
He pulls one from your fingers and examines it for a moment, âI donât think these will fit.â
â â
â
â
Itâs stupid, and itâs reckless, and you know it. But itâs not going to stop you. From the moment he said the condomsâthe only condoms either of you had, wouldnât work, you tossed it back onto the table, looked up at him, âokay,â and grabbed the waistband of his sweatpants until he was right in your face.
âOkayâ He sets his down, too. âAre youâŚâ he groans when you find a good spot on his stomach, and he laughs when you graze your lips across his skin.
Every time you get back to his belly button, you tug a little more. His sweatpants start to tent, and youâre starting to feel exactly how much he wouldnât fit into those condoms. One more tug, and you can see himâthe stiff base of his cock, held still by the grip of your fingers.
Heâs so hot against the fabric, and a wet spot of pre-cum starts to come through as you stroke him.
âIâm not surprised you like to tease,â he smiles down at you, but heâs blushingâŚeverywhere. His cheeks, his ears, his neck. When he pulls his shirt over his head, heâs flushed all the way down to where your lips are.
Seungmin is just as lean under all those clothes as you imagined, and his shouldersâŚ
âTurn aroundâ
âHuhâŚturn?â
You stand and grab his hips, âyeah, turn around for me.â
He listens and peeks back at you the best he canâuntil your hands move from his hips, slowly upward, touching every bit of skin you canâacross his shoulder blades, back down his spine.
The sigh he lets out is so content and relaxed, it actually puts you more at ease. He laughs sweetly when your lips touch him. âI like your teasing.â
Seungmin turns back to face you, and your fingers slide across him as he moves.
âJust admiring you." Yes, you are admiring him. Touching him, finally, is doing more for you than anything else possibly could. But every step forward now is taking all of your energy.
âAdmiring? Me?â He cups your cheek and lifts until youâre looking at him, then pulls you close.
Itâs sweet and itâs perfect, and you melt into him, but now youâre so distracted by his dick pressing against you. You push your hips in until he groans, slide your hands under his waistband.
Seungmin grabs back, and squeezes your ass. âLet me see you.â He pulls your shirt up and over your head before you can react, but you fold your arms over yourself before pressing back into him.
âAhâŚIâm sorry, too fast?â His hands keep you against him. He holds so tight, you couldnât escape even if you wanted to. âI should have let you do that.â
âNo, I justââ
âI didnât think youâd be shyâ
A shiver runs through you when his hands move down your back, then back up.
âHow about weâŚâ he scoots closer to the lamp, keeping hold of you, and clicks it off. âIs that better?â
âMaybe,â you laugh, but itâs hesitant, a little edgy. âYouâre too perfect, Minnie andâŚah, I donât know what's going on, Iâm nothing special.â
âNo, you're very special. Whatâs the matter?â
You relax a a little in his arms.
âIâm not perfect, not even close. You havenât seen me after rolling out of bed at noon, or grumpy when my mouth hurts after getting these things tightened.â
You whine his name. Youâre ruining the moment. Him comforting your sudden stupid thoughts and doubtsâheâs probably already getting soft. âIâm sorry, Iâm making a mess of everything. I'm not sure what happened.â
âMm, noâŚyou havenât made a mess of anything.â Seungmin grabs your shirt from the edge of the bed and slips it back on you, âit's okay, we can get back under the covers if youâd like.â
â â
â
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âGive me your handâ
Seungmin holds it up to you, then sets it in yours.
Back under the covers is where you end up, and you really do feel like a tease now. Poor Seungminâhis dick doesnât know whatâs going to happen next, but right now, you know heâs definitely not hard. You've ruined that.
âYou think Iâm perfectâŚcan I think youâre perfect?â he lets go of your hand and runs his up your arm.
âNo, Iâm a mess. My skin, my hair is a mess. Iâm getting chubby because I never watch what I eat. I donât know why youâre here.â
âBecause I want to be here. Because you brought me here and made me feel like I was yours."
âI was so high off of your words before. I thought I was dreaming when we were talking after dance practice.â
Seungmin moves closer, and now youâre sharing a pillow, and you breathe in every sigh he breathes out. His hand is moving so slowly over you, and heâs being so patient as it finds the curve of your hip and slides under the bottom of your shirt. âYouâre not a mess.â Heâs touching you and kneading his fingers into your side. Into your back. He works his way up and drags his fingertips up to your throat. âAnd they werenât just words.â
How could you possibly deny him, looking at you like this? You shouldnât, but your brain is telling you it will never work; itâs a waste of time. Heâs going to really see you, and change his mindâheâll find out how bad you are at this, and how emotional and unbearable you get when you do. Itâs too much for him.
Still, his touch is as soft as his eyes, and he moves even closer until his leg can slide over yours.
âNo, I donât deserve youâ
He isnât sure how to reply to that, so he just stares. Maybe heâs waiting for you to crack a smile, or laugh it off, but you donât. âWhy would you say that?â
âYou can do so much better than me, I promise.â You get as far as sitting yourself up, and your head pounds against your eyes. The alcohol is catching up to you and turning into a hangover already. âI shouldnât have let it get this far, Iâve been stupid.â
âWhat are you saying?â Seungmin grabs your arm as you shift to get out of bed. His head is pounding now, too, because he's trying to figure out what went wrong and where he fucked up. âI can go if thatâs really what you want, but give me a minute.â
You struggle with a response. You donât want him to leave, but he should. And if he does, it might be the end of something that didnât even begin. âA minuteâŚfor what?â
âTo say somethingâ
âRight, Iâm sorryâ
âI meant everything I said before, even if I didnât say much. But you knew what I was thinking.â He lets go of your arm, because you seem to have relaxed. Youâve settled back in your spot, under the covers, back against the pillows. âI want you, and you want meâŚI think. And I need you around, I know that much. If I leave, will we go back to how we were before?â
Thereâs a long silence. Youâre not sure if he wants an answer to that, but you donât want to think too hard about it. Maybe, eventually, the memory of this can pass and you can be friends again.
âI don't want to go back to that. Not after this,â he answers himself. âSoâŚâ
Seungmin throws the covers off of himself, puts his feet on the cold floor, and then waits a few seconds before standing. It takes a moment to find his shirt, but he does and throws it on, and the entire time you watch him so intensely. But you stay quiet.
He knows youâre watching, and he takes his time, hoping youâll stop him as he goes for the door. But you donât.
And he anxiously waits for his phone to buzz after he grabs it from the coffee table. The empty bottles and glassesâthe mess from the food scattered everywhereâSeungmin stares at it, waiting for a text that wonât come, and he decides he wonât leave yet. Instead he starts to clean.
â â
â
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Youâre stuck in your spot on the bed, phone now in hand, and you stare at the messages youâve shared over the last weekâto prove yourself wrong, maybe. Or just to make yourself feel worse. You couldnât possibly feel any worse right now, though. Seungmin is still here; his scent lingers, and the feeling of his touch. But he left. You kicked him out, and deep down, you know you donât want to subject him to whatever the future might hold. This isnât possible, and thinking it could be was both of you just being struck dumb with lust. And maybe love.
Youâll be back tomorrow morning, right? I get my days mixed up sometimes, especially when Iâm home for a while. Do you get like that? Maybe my memory is going already, haha Iâll be around if youâre free, so I hope you are. I canât wait to see you again.
Seungmin is a good texter. Heâs thoughtful and sincere, and he seems to choose his words carefully, as if heâs speaking to you face to face. That, or he just closes his eyes and types everything he feels. That wouldnât surprise you.
I hope texting you so soon isnât weird. No, itâs you! Itâs not weird, or if it is that makes it normal for us. I hope you feel as good as I do. Good night âĽď¸
You pull the covers up to your chin and try to get comfortable. But you canât take your eyes off the string of messages.
I practiced your song today! It might take a little more work to get it to sound good with my vocals. Maybe I need your input. But Iâd rather surprise you!
Heâs probably been working on it all week, and here you almost forgot about it. Before he sent this text, you didnât know if he was serious, or it was just his opening line.
The sound of glasses clinking together echoes into the bedroom, and your heart pounds wildly. Then the pounding in your head starts up again, and for some reason you choose now to start crying. The tears start to brim, and you try desperately to keep them from going any further.
The sound of water running gets you out of bed fast, and you walk slowly to the bedroom door. You can see the kitchen light on through the crack, and the shadow of movement is there, too. His backpack is untouched at the end of the couch, and when you walk out to the hallway, you see his shoes next to yours. Heâs washing the dishes and cleaning up the mess the two of you made.
âSeungminâ
He jumps and almost drops the glass.
âWhat are you doing?â
âUh,â he sighs, âI didnât want you to have to clean all this up in the morning. Iâm sorry, Iâm done.â He grabs his backpack and heads for the door. ��Get some sleep before the sun comes up.â
One shoe is on, the other is halfway there as he stares at you. âAre you crying?â
You wipe at your cheek and feel what you couldnât hold back.
Seungmin kicks his shoes off again and hesitates for a moment, but eventually, when you donât speak, he closes the space between you. âYouâre crying,â he takes your cheeks in his hands. âPleaseâŚif you wonât talk to me now, please call me tomorrow. Or text, I donât care. Tell me you still feel the same as you do right now, and Iâll leave you alone.â
âStop it,â you squeeze your eyes shut and feel more tears escape. Seungminâs warm embrace, his arms holding tight around your shoulders, it makes everything else fall away.
âStop what?â
âBeing so good, and patient, and calm. You shouldâve run off by nowâ
âWhy are you so hard on yourself? You think you should be punished forâŚyes, I remember you saying thatâŚfor what? I know you want this.â
All you can manage is a mumble against his chest.
He relaxes his arms and grips your waist, âwhat did you say?â
âI doâ
âWant this? Or think you should be punished?â
More silence from you, but he waits.
âIâll leave. And I hope I hear from you tomorrow.â
He lets go, and manages to get into his shoes before you say his name. As fed up as he should be hearing his name again, heâs not. Seungmin looks at you with hopeful, tired eyes.
âYeah?â He watches you closely, tilts his head to the side. You can see his eyes moving up and down over your body, "tell me I can stay.â
Your legs shake and your head swims. The ache behind your eyes is growing worse and worse, but looking at him makes it bearable, somehow. Even now, heâs ready to run to you as soon as you say go. But you canât figure out why.
Seungmin is still who he is, and youâre who you are, and you donât really belong together. Someone will find out and put a stop to it. But what if things slowly start to connect; fall into place; work out for a while? Forever? No, that doesn't sound right. Loving him before was easy, because you assumed it would always be one-sided and simple; no worries about making something work, or about working toward something. Now this is real, and it's a little bit scary looking at him and realizing how much you want him, and how big this could get.
"Say something," he sighs, and it sounds nowhere near as irritated as it should.
Your gaze drops to your feet, defeatedâit moves toward his, and again, heâs taking off his shoes. Seungmin stands there and faces you.
âOkay...okay."
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call this exposing call it whatever idc
i think it's funny how this fandom is full of r4pists and abusers and y'all support their r4pe fics toođđ i know 1 specific person from this fandom that keeps on coming back even tho a few people have called them out on their shit, then they delete the acc and come back as a 'new' yellowjackets acc which is total BULLSHIT. Even tho ive been inactive in the yellowjackets fandom for months now, i know a lot of writers since i used to write for yjs too, and the amount of romanticised r4pe ive seen in fics is insane, some people don't deserve to have their own platform. Anyways, at the end of this, i just wanna say that ill possibly be deleting all of my yellowjacket fics since i no longer wish to be associated with a fandom that supports horrible human beings. I've made some great friends because i started writing here and im really thankful for that, but after a few months, porn brainrotted people joined and made everything disgusting. I don't care if you guys get butthurt from this, stop supporting and romanticising real life matters. R4pe isn't just a silly little fic prompt, it's something a lot of people have suffered through and are trying to recover. It's not a "if you don't like it, don't read it" problem, it genuinely makes you a sick and disgusting person.
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Hey I love your work youâre one of my favorite writers on tumblr!! If you want to I have an Idea! Could u do obey me headcanon or fic on an mc who is sick? I love Lucifer so anything with him is perfect! TYSM!!
Demon Brothers With a Sick MCÂ
The Brothers x Gender Neutral ReaderÂ
Genre: Fluff, could be read as platonic or romantic depending on your moodÂ
Content/Warnings: He/She Asmodeus, no warnings, just tooth rotting fluffÂ
Like my writing? I take requests! NSFW or SFW for any fandoms in my bio!Â
Also, please reblog! itâs free, takes two seconds, and really helps me outÂ
Feedback is encouraged and appreciated:)
Not fully proofread! Let me know if you see any errors!
LuciferÂ
Being the dad of the house, heâs definitely the most preparedÂ
And heâs able to keep calm when the others are overreactingÂ
Itâs just a little flu, it happens to humans all the time!Â
Itâs not like youâre dying or anything!Â
âŚYouâre not dying, right?Â
No, no! Of course not, thatâs a silly worryÂ
But heâll keep a close eye on you just in caseÂ
While simultaneously having to keep his terrified brothers at bay so they donât disturb your much needed rest
Heâs already ordered plenty of human world things for you as well since demon sickness and human sickness are incredibly differentÂ
Nothing in the Devildom would work for youÂ
Heâs keeping track of all your meds and when you have to take themÂ
Heâs got a whole schedule and he will make you adhere strictly to itÂ
But itâs for your own goodÂ
Overall the most responsible caretaker, even if he can be a bit rigidÂ
Itâs only because he cares about you and wants you to get betterÂ
MammonÂ
WaitÂ
Youâre sick?!Â
This canât be happening!Â
His precious human has fallen ill! Itâs the end of days! ItsâÂ
Oh wait itâs just the common flu?Â
âŚOhÂ
But what if that flu gets WORSE?!Â
And you DIE?!Â
WAAAAHâ
(Yeah heâs freaking out)Â
He tries to hide it at first but soon his worry completely takes overÂ
Heâs practically SOBBING at your bedside as if you have days left when in reality youâre just a little sniffly and have a kind of feverÂ
He accompanies Lucifer on EVERY trip to your room and has to practically be dragged away from you
He knows you need rest but he needs to watch over you just in case!Â
And you better not throw up or anything because that will have him convinced youâre at deathâs doorÂ
Heâs gonna be an absolute mess until youâre 100% recovered, and maybe even a while afterÂ
And heâll definitely be camping out on the floor of your room to make sure youâre okay and to get you anything you needÂ
And that means ANYTHINGÂ
Mammon can swindle his way into just about anythingÂ
If Lucifer somehow hasnât gotten you what you need already, Mammon has itÂ
And it was totally worth the debt it put him in
LeviathanÂ
Heâs the second most worriedÂ
But instead of outwardly freaking out the way Mammon does he lays in his bed worrying about youÂ
Logically he knows itâs not that big of a deal, and in a few days to a week youâll be all betterÂ
But his anxiety keeps reminding him of that slim chance that you wonât ever get betterÂ
And the thought is just too much to bear!Â
Heâll be visiting you a lot tooÂ
And heâll probably sleep on the floor once or twice tooÂ
He cant do it as often as Mammon since the hard floor is too uncomfortable for him to actually get any sleepÂ
But itâs the fact that he tried that mattersÂ
Heâll be supplying you with warm blankets and plenty of little puzzles or games to keep you entertained while youâre stuck in bed (Luciferâs orders)
Heâs simply nice to have around and great gaming partnerÂ
After a bit of reassurance heâll stop being so worriedÂ
And he strikes the perfect balance of being fun company while also knowing when you need your restÂ
SatanÂ
Genuinely the least worriedÂ
Obviously that doesnât mean he doesnât care, but he thinks his brothers are overreacting a wee bitÂ
It almost makes him a bit jealous to see them doting on you the way they doÂ
Even Lucifer!Â
Like, what?!Â
But thatâs okay, because he can out do them allÂ
When he finally gets a moment alone with you, he makes sure to bring some booksÂ
Heâll read to you for as long as youâd likeÂ
He likes the way you smile up at him as he reads, he can really tell that youâre enjoying not only the story but just his presence itselfÂ
And he gets to share his favorite stories with you!Â
Itâs a big fat win-winÂ
He especially likes to read to you at night before you go to bedÂ
He loves how peaceful you look as you slowly drift off to his wordsÂ
Sometimes even the other brothers will join in to hear the storiesÂ
Of course they all leave once youâve fallen asleep for good, bickering on the way out about something or other concerning your healthÂ
But when heâs sure no one is looking, Satan sneaks back in to your room to give you a kiss on the forehead and a goodnight before heading offÂ
Oh, and he always leaves a few books on your bedside table in case you want to read themÂ
They always make him feel better, after all
AsmodeusÂ
Lucifer has the medicine covered, but Asmodeus takes care of you in a more glamorous wayÂ
Bubble baths are his go to remedy!Â
The right mixture of salts and scents can clear your sinuses, soothe your body aches, and even help bring down your feverÂ
Self care is always important, but itâs especially essential when youâre feeling under the weather!Â
She puts together the most amazing bubble baths too; bath bombs, essential oils, candles, all the fixingsÂ
And with a bit of well done magic she can ensure the water never gets coldÂ
So you can enjoy the serenity of the dimly lit bathroom without a time limit or getting chillyÂ
And heâll even write you little notes on the fogged up mirrorÂ
Of course, though, heâs going to ask to join youÂ
And if you say yes heâll absolutely spoil youÂ
Sheâll insist on washing your hair for you since youâre so sickly and weakÂ
You shouldnât have to lift a fingerÂ
Just relax and let the rose petals in the water drift through your mindÂ
Sheâll take care of youÂ
For the avatar of lust, he actually manages to be surprisingly sweetÂ
There are even times when you can tell heâs genuinely worriedÂ
But she knows youâll pull throughÂ
After the bubble bath itâs right into the comfiest pajamas a Devilgram brand deal can buyÂ
And then some beauty rest for the both of youÂ
BeelzebubÂ
This sweet boy is so kind but so cluelessÂ
He doesnât even totally realize whatâs going on until you tell him yourselfÂ
Of course, heâs handling your mealsÂ
At first Lucifer has to monitor him to make sure he doesnât eat it all before it gets to your roomÂ
But Beel really does want to take care of youÂ
Everyone else is doing their part, so should he!Â
And that is enough to give him the willpower to make you three meals a day without eating a single bite!Â
(Okay wellâ Maybe he did have a tiny bite, but it was so small even Lucifer didnât notice! Thatâs pretty impressive for him!)Â
Plus, he always makes double so he can eat with youÂ
Please remember to tell him how good his food isÂ
Itâll make his heart skip a beatÂ
Heâs not well thought out like Lucifer or comforting like Asmodeus or even as sneaky as MammonÂ
But he cares for you just as much as any of his brothers, and he needs to pitch in and get you back to full healthÂ
Heâll even feed you if youâd likeÂ
Rest is important, right?Â
So just lay back and let him do all the workÂ
Donât worry, heâll blow on it to make sure itâs not too hotÂ
And heâs cut it all up to make sure the bites arenât too bigÂ
He wonât leave until heâs 100% sure thatâs your tummy has been adequately filledÂ
And if you give him permission heâll gladly take care of your left oversÂ
BelphegorÂ
Belphie is the absolute best cuddle buddy on a normal day, but itâs especially great when youâre not feeling wellÂ
Demons canât catch human sicknesses, which means he can cuddle up on you all he wants!Â
And he willÂ
Every chance he getsÂ
Lucifer will try to keep him out of your room, but once he sneaks in thereâs no getting him outÂ
All it takes is one minuscule slip up and heâs taken up permanent residency in your bedÂ
Heâs so warm and soft, just what you need when your sickness is making you too uncomfortable to properly restÂ
Heâll rub your back and whisper softly to you, telling you stories about the Celestial Realm and the beautiful things heâs seen thereÂ
Youâll have the best naps of your life with BelphieÂ
Hell, Iâd even go so far as to say the naps were so good theyd probably speed up youre recovery process!Â
Although, once heâs in the habit of waking up by your side itâll be hard for him to stopÂ
Youâll have to humor him for a little longerÂ
Maybe even forever if he has it his wayÂ
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welt except he has a fever and desperately needs sleep
cw: descriptions of illness, high fever, being kinda delirious/out of it, sleep deprivation?, nightmares, headaches, mentions of death
contains spoilers for welt's hi3 lore
also, disclaimer! welt in here is very reluctant to ask for help and feeling bad about it because... well i imagine he'd react like this, BUT! needing help and asking for it is completely normal and valid and okay; please remember that and take care of urself ok!! ily /p
alright, so...
i'm gonna be honest since i found @bugbytez13 's blog welt sickfic ideas don't want to leave my head LMAO except i will write a detailed description of a fic instead of the fic itself. that's it that's the post
tbh this ramble in particular could be made into two separate fanfics (one sickfic and one specifically about the nightmares) but shh
i will forever be self conscious or anxious about things i post that aren't just headcanons or silly little rambles, but also... writing this went surprisingly smoothly so! enjoy the essay or something idk HAHA
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so, about welt...
i just know this man is going to force himself to stay awake. maybe his self-sacrificing issues are less present now, and he doesn't immediately throw himself in danger in every fight ever, but he's still stubborn as hell. so he won't admit something is wrong. he won't admit that maybe getting way too little sleep several days in a row wasn't doing wonders for his immune system and he's now finally feeling the consequences. to be fair, he expected it might end like this, but he didn't want to take breaks - there's still too many things to take care of before they finally head to penacony. and now, he will still insist of taking care of everything, even though his body is basically begging him to go take a nap.
except maybe, he didn't even expect it to get this bad. or thought that he can just power through it. i mean, he's been through much worse, right? this is nothing compared to literally losing his body for some time. but he's sitting in the parlor car, and he's half awake, and unusually cold, and his head is hurting, and keeping up the act is getting harder and harder - but he has to, because the younger members of the crew are here too, even if only march is talking to him.
but they pick up on the fact that something is wrong, of course they do. his eyes are unfocused, he looks like he's about to fall asleep - or pass out - and march had to repeat herself twice for him to even fully process what she was asking him, and so suddenly stelle is next to him, attempting to touch his forehead - and he recoils. "i'm fine," he says, and it's probably a bit too quick and a bit too firm than he'd like it to be, and all of this is stupid, really, because he shouldn't be scared of someone touching him. how hot can it really be anyway if he's feeling so cold, right? but if that wasn't enough dan heng asks an even more dreaded question, "are you sure, mr yang? do you want us to call himeko?" and welt decides it's time to excuse himself, before he makes them even more worried. because even in his present state, he can pick up on the fact they're concerned, but at the same time unsure of what to do, and it makes him feel guilty. of course they're unsure; he's usually their caretaker, and he always knows what to do, and it should never be the other way around. he should've just stayed in his room all day, shouldn't he.
"thank you all for your concern, but i'm alright." he stands up. "now, please excuse me, i still have some work to do." of course that's true, but he's almost certain he won't be able to focus on that- but he just needs an excuse to get out from here and be left alone anyway.
but stelle is right next to him, and looking determined to accompany him to his room, too. "you look like you're about to fall, mr yang," they explain, and he wants to insist that he's okay once again, but realizes he's too tired to do so. it would take him at least a few minutes, and it's a few minutes he doesn't have nearly enough energy for. he just wants to finally lie down. so, he lets stelle essentially escort him into the hallway and to his bedroom, and make sure he doesn't collapse on his way there, and-- it's embarassing, honestly, because it's already so difficult for him to show himeko the slightest hints that something might be wrong, and right now the situation is similar but ten times worse - so it's also ten times harder for him to come to terms with the fact he needs to rely on someone.
"my... apologies for making you all worry," he says quietly when they reach his room, and he's so thankful that he left the lights off, because the parlor car was way too bright, and though the hallway was a bit better, it still wasn't good.
"it's alright," stelle shakes her head, and stands there in the doorway, even as he heads towards his bed and sits down. "i'll ask himeko to check up on you in a bit?" she asks, and he only nods, though he isn't sure if she can actually see it. he doesn't want to talk anymore, he doesn't want to think because even just that seems to make his headache worse, he just wants stelle to leave, he just wants to sleep-- he isn't even sure if he understood her question correctly, but he also doesn't have the energy to care. he falls asleep the moment the door closes behind her, fully clothed and half covered with a thick blanket, but even then he isn't allowed a peaceful rest.
memories from old battles flash before his eyes, silhouettes of enemies he once fought, those against whom he won - but also of those who severly injured or even killed him, and with that come the memories of the pain
and the fear of losing his body again.
when he finally awakens, sweating, shaky for reasons other than his fever, and still feeling pretty awful, it takes him longer than usual to remember where he is. it takes him longer than usual to remember that he's safe.
but now there's medicine and a thermometer on his nightstand, and a note written in himeko's neat handwriting - though he actually spots and reads it some time later - telling him to rest as much as he needs to, because she'll take care of everything; and only after he does read it and feels a sense of relief come over him, he realizes how much the thought of having to leave all the work in order to take a break actually stressed him out. he still feels bad about it, because of course he does, and of course he's going to apologize to everyone later.
but he's also able to sleep more peacefully now.
#whump#whump writing#welt yang#honkai star rail#hsr#rambles#hsr headcanons#headcanon#stelle#march 7th#dan heng#ig these three are here for a bit!#sickfic#angst?#hurt/comfort#i guess#himeko#dim writing âď¸
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#986: aesop sharp headcanons - 1
Imelda Reyes: >>>1 || >>>2 (nsfw) || >>>3 || >>>4 || >>>5 || >>>6 Poppy Sweeting: >>>1 || >>>2 || >>>3 Mirabel Garlick: >>>1 Victor Rookwood: >>>1
Once again raising my head from the Brainrot fog to share some character headcanons with the world. Brainrot is a fic Iâm working on.
Writing Aesop into this silly little series would be no easy task, he is one of the main characters in the Brainrot. Linking other characters' posts because posts about them have some bits about him.
A light cw/tw for alcohol abuse, perhaps, depression.
Tags: @thriftstorebabayaga @endeavour12345 @mrs-sharp
He is deviously clever, painstakingly stoic, but wistful;
Brainrot: When he joined the ranks, the Office and the Law Enforcement Department were already in its conjoined heyday, slowly encompassing itself with every shade of the law sun. Injury only brought forth the thought to eventually call it quits, however, the resignation didn't go as planned, but unlike many other Aurors going to the early retirement, Aesop decided to keep the badge;
The badge is the symbol and the reminder of who he once was. He went through hell and high water to be able to come and try to save lives; that being said, an idealist he is, he can get upset, sharp or portending. He doesn't tolerate ill-mouthed, petty verbal fights;
Albeit he isn't the one to cheer himself on being a remotely good teacher, he takes pride in what little he can do: observing patterns, discerning causations of ill-suited behaviour, stopping someone's meander from spreading into a disaster. Suffice it to say, he prefers teaching troublemakers to drawing O's and E's, as in his mind, kids with a penchant for mischief aren't hiding their utter dishonesty;
You could say, he fully acknowledges the role of being the bane of someone's otherwise peaceful existence. If that was what fate truly wants him to do, he wouldn't debate it;
Brainrot: Injury made him considerate of superstitions and other Signs From The Beyond. A way of coping after being ruthlessly severed from what he once had in his previous life, yes, to add to his addiction to heavy beverages and mind-numbing potions;
Aesop is always visible, as he is around 6'2. His gait has a tune to it; you've heard it once, you'd always know it's him nearby. To many students, he is the second most talked about staff member, first being Mirabel Garlick. Yet, barely anyone knows him as a person, him as a potioneer, him as an Auror, Him in any capacity. Aesop is a lone wolf, and to a pack animal, it's an onerous existence. Unable to confide in anyone, constantly questioning himself, afraid to stop and look back at his progress -- and at his age, -- he tries to follow paths he can barely recognise, navigate and make sense of. The Ministry doesn't teach its most prised and powerful force to adapt beyond sharking through the criminal underworld;
Brainrot: Drinking isn't for the leg, although Aesop enjoys the soothening warmth of the firewhiskey, tiding the pain away for a while. Drinking is for silencing the inner demons and their ghastly suggestions;
Aesop is prone to make a cautionary tale out of himself, his life and choices; he can easily turn his success into an espying for potential mistakes and his shortcomings into a valuable lessons of how not to shortcut -- and if the one has to, how to do them right;
Terribly low self-esteem and shy attempts at self-reflection through taking someone's ear off are noticed by some but never read as such. Some students and the majority of the staff think highly of him, a demand he always meets, but some also notice Aesop is never quite alright, yet aren't sure how to help -- nor how to approach and to ask; and some just think to let sleeping dog lie.
Aesop doesn't know if how he usually feels is normal. He can only describe it as emptiness, awkward darkness where it used to be him being a derpy smartass, beaming with life. It never lets go of him nor he tries to fight it back, but strands of hope -- for a cure, for getting back into the ranks, for a life better and fruitful -- matter a lot to him.
#Đ´Đ˝ŃвОŃка#eng tag#hogwarts legacy#utlitd brainrot#aesop sharp#Đ´Đ˝ŃвОŃка: hlegacy#Đ´Đ˝ŃвОŃка: ŃандОПнОо
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Bro I need a fic where Dave Mustaine and the reader are sleeping in the same bed and a storm happens, the reader is afraid of thunder so to distract his partner, Dave masturbates and fucks the reader under the sheets (female reader)
"It's just a silly rain"
well, here's your ask... sorry 4 being a lazy ass and taking a whole month to this... i hope you enjoy! I didn't sleep to write this lmao
Warnings: Fem!Afab!reader, Dave's a sweetheart, fluff smut under the cut
You were sleeping, normally with your boyfriend Dave. Suddenly, a clap of thunder interrupted the peaceful silence and you woke up in a panic. Dave, who was always there to comfort you, held you close and whispered, "It's just the rain, my love. There's nothing to be afraid of." You leaned your head on Dave's shoulder and slowly got the pace of your breath stable again.
As the storm rages outside, Dave holds you close in his arms, comforting your trembling body through the loud cracks of thunder. "Shh, don't be afraid," Dave whispers. "I'm here with you, everything is going to be alright." You cannot help but bury your face into Dave's chest, feeling the warmth and safety of their embrace.
With each thunderous boom, Dave's grip tightens around you, holding you tightly to his body. "I won't let anything happen to you," Dave reassures. "I'll keep you safe, always." You take a deep breath, feeling your heart slow down as Dave's comforting words wash over your mind.
But you couldn't help but feel something weird on Dave's grip. His hands all over your body⌠and the way his breath gets heavier on the crook of your neck⌠Before you can think too much about it, Dave's hands are already down in your panties.
"Shh⌠Let me calm you down sweetheart, let me calm you down." Dave's hands are quickly in giving you pleasure. His thumb drawing delicate circles around your clit, while his mouth goes straight to your neck. Kissing and leaving some light hickeys that may or may not be very noticeable tomorrow's morning. He keeps his movements until you get close to cum. Sometimes with his free hand doing some more movements over your body.
He decided to insert a finger in you. Delicately and not worried with velocity, as he knows velocity doesn't means pleasure. He does soft movements, making sure to keep his finger brushing over and over on your sweet spots. When you're about to reach your climax, he makes his movement a little quicker. As you finally release your love all over his hands, he gives you a little peck on the cheek and some praises that you can't even understand, since you're trying to recuperate from your last climax.
You lie down, very tired and almost sleeping. Dave's pants are uncomfortable now, tight and brushing against his dick. Dave tries to ignore it, but he just can't. A little embarrassed, he whispers next to your ear. "Sweetheart, can we cuddle fuck? I promise ill be soft." You use all your remaining energies to nod your head, Dave don't even makes you say it, he's too desperate to keep his dom manners. He puts his pajama pants down, not even caring on taking it off completely. Taking his cock on his hand, he gives it some strokes, already lining it with your entrance, sweetly waiting for your consent to push it in.
When you nod, he don't waste time in start to pick up a pace, not a hard one but not a too easy one. When Dave finally finds his perfect pace, he starts to fucking you, deep and slow, taking time to brush against your sweet spots once again. He kisses all your face, praising you for being such a good girl for him. "Aww sweetheart⌠too sleepy that you can't even moan⌠that's ok⌠keep resting your mind.."
He keeps up a good pace for some more minutes, until his urge to cum gets uncontrollable. His thrusting gets more and more sloppy every minute. He knows that he is about to cum and when you give him a little moan after so many silent minutes, he can't help but feel more and more tempted to cum. "Dave⌠Mmm! SweetieâŚ" He just needed one more clench of yours to finally release, and when you do⌠"Oh⌠Fuck! Yeah! I'm cumming, 'Kay?"
It don't take more than 7 seconds to him to finally release his arousal on you. Kissing your face some more times. "Hey babe⌠You aren't scared of the thunders anymore, are you?" He doesn't get an answer. "Sweetheart?" Well, now he sees it⌠you're sleeping, well⌠He can't blame you, can he? With a final neck kiss, he puts himself back in his pants and decides to clean you tomorrow, he's too tired right now. He keeps cuddling you⌠until he falls asleep by your side.
Such a sweet way to overcome your fears đ
#dave mustaine x reader#dave mustaine smut#rockstar smut#megadeth smut#i didn't sleep last night#3am posting#smut writing
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[đ¸] be mine w/ txt
âż pairing: ot5 x reader / idol!txt / non.idol!you / tooth-rotting fluff đ¸ / minor cursing/curse words (none with ill intention!) âż mini-fics with each member for the same situation / less than 500 words for each member / altogether, word count: 1,894 words âż happy valentineâs, lovelies! đ [masterlist đ¸] / other members under the cut! / @kflixnetââ â¨
[đ°] soobin / my sweet valentine although soobinâs a shy bean, he still manages to make you shy with the way he had intended for valentineâs to roll out. from asking you to be his valentine through a sticky note he left in his notebook and asking you to open the book to reveal his attempts of writing as cleanly as possible: âbe my valentine?âĄâ
ooh... choi soobin is one smooth little shit.
the cute setup allows for soobin to show up at your door with a single rose and that smile on his face when you surprise him with a single rose. itâs like looking into a mirror; hilarious, stupidly sweetly in love. fast forward to now, being in his arms cuddled up in front of the television linked to netflix with an anime rerun he loves to watch but really, it was always just an excuse to have you in his arms. the feeling of your lips pressed to his chest as you partially lean into his embrace to have your eyes glued to the screen; your hands, laced by his hip as you squeeze him every now and then to shift to a comfortable position but always, always by his side.
that makes soobin smile as he curls his arm around your shoulders to shift you closer. itâs the way you silently oblige, willing to be as close to him as possible and the gentle kiss you leave on his chest. he rests his cheek to the top of your head and occasionally allows his eyes to glance at the two stems of roses by the television console.
tl;dr: this cutie might not make it a big deal to ask you to be his valentineâs (as he doesnât see the need to have to wait for valentineâs to do something sweet) but would see it as a way to kind of playfully show you his affection. say it with me: he :â) feels :â) happy :â) seeing :â) you :â) happy :â) so heâll definitely try to show you in some way during valentineâs either a small gesture, a cute date, as long as he gets to spend some sort of time with you. (if not, he may just send you flowers or a little something!)
[đŚ] yeonjun / my silly valentine you try not to spoil the fun when the second you open the door and yeonjunâs fumbling with his phone because heâs trying to play a love song, only for spotify to fail him. the loading screen makes you snicker quietly, a hand still on the door, the other pressed to your chin to hide your smile. he squints his eyes at you and it makes you drop your smile, now both hands up in front of your chest as a hey, iâm not laughing. just watching you, my guy.
he soon breaks out to a grin when the upbeat tempo of i just called to say i love you by stevie wonder starts playing. he keeps one hand on the phone, juggling the small bouquet of flowers and he extends his other hand to you. before you can reach for his hand, he already juts to grab ahold of it; pulling you close to him to start swaying you to the music even if you didnât plan on dancing in front of your doorstep with nothing but a shirt and shorts on.
itâs not what you had intended (your box of chocolates for your lover boy over here stashed away in the fridge and he most definitely beat you to it) but with the way yeonjunâs smiling at you widely, trying to dance around with you and make you smile is all you could possibly ask for on valentineâs.
tl;dr: be prepared for extra-ness or just one of the most heartwarming gestures despite it being something simple. i can see heâll either go all out or resort to being âsimpleâ but... câmon, we all know even if itâs âsimpleâ, junâs still going to find a way to make it extra. buying you flowers? man will try to serenade you and force you to take the flower from his hands. buying you chocolate? he just may feed you one by one. regardless, valentineâs is just another excuse for him to shower you with love and his appreciation; be it grand or simple, itâll have his whole heart.
[đŻ] beomgyu / my lovely valentine beomgyuâs a romantic, and it shows even on a day like valentineâs thatâs over-commercialised for the sake of ripping out profits from lovesick couples. yes, gladly give me all the damned festivities at the cost of more than what itâs worth, right now. you canât even see him properly with the balloons that block your view but itâs the way he struggles with his yelps and shouts is what reassures you that yes, this is the man you love past all the silliness and goofiness he does just to see that smile on your face.
âbe my valentine?â his voice is nearly drowned from your eardrums but your laughter reaches his ears just as effortlessly.
âdo i have an option here? you looked like you robbed the entire party shop,â you try to grab ahold of some of the balloons, luring them in so beomgyu has the chance to step into your home. past the door, he ditches the balloons when theyâre able to be constrained to your ceiling. he gently grabs ahold of your wrists to give them a shake so you let go of the balloons and when heâs able to look at you face-to-face, he gets down on one knee with the plethora of balloons surrounding you, framing the silly, lovable sight in front of you that is choi beomgyu looking up to you with sparkling eyes.
âcâmon, iâm not getting up until you give me a solid answerââbeomgyuâs words are left stuck in his throat when your hands move from his grasp, cupping his cheek to give him a kiss that shuts him up completely. itâs brief, but itâs impactful. youâve officially knocked all the wind out of his lungs and breathed life back into him all at once.
when you pull away, he blinks at you in a daze; entranced... but his personality is never diminished.
âif i knew buying you balloons will give me kisses like that, i wouldâve robbed the party shop a long time ago.â
tl;dr: playful and romantic; the perfect combination of choi beomgyu. heâll make it fun but you can tell it all comes from the love he has for you. apart from the typical cheesy stuff, heâll find new ways to innovate this forsaken celebration and make it something you look forward to. even if he doesnât have anything planned, itâs the way he asks you to be his valentine (with a cute twist) is what makes valentineâs worth celebrating. he doesnât think he needs to do something on valentineâs to show his love but rather, he wants to just because he loves you.
[đż] taehyun / my sincere valentine itâs an hour or two past midnight that taehyun returns home to you. just the beginning of valentineâs in the wee hours of the new day that he snuggles in bed with you. past the slumber and sleep ebbing away in your consciousness, you can feel his kiss to the side of your head as he curls his arms around you.
âyou okay?â your voice groggily reaches him; but itâs always as clear as day, gently nudging his ribcage. he chuckles softly and nods, able to decipher just how tired you sound but it never manages to faze the concern and worry you have for him.
âmhm,â he hums, âbetter now here with my valentine,â
âhmph,â he feels you huffing against his chest, yet your actions prove otherwise when you circle your arms around him and nuzzle into his embrace, âyou didnât even ask me.â
âoh, sorry,â he mumbles, pressing a kiss to your forehead and whispering:Â âbe my valentine?â
âget me chocolates tomorrow, then iâll consider,â you mutter under your breath, to which he snickers, âwho said i didnât? itâs in the fridge already.â
â...youâre good, kang taehyun,â you sigh, eyes remaining shut as you allow yourself to succumb to sleep. before you do, taehyun doesnât miss the way your words reach his ears, and it makes him pull you closer with a smile on his face to await for the day to begin officially in a couple of hours that heâll get to spend with you.
of course iâll be your valentine. always have been.
tl;dr: his approach is rather simple but itâs not any less sincere than the rest of the boys. he goes for a more... ârationalâ and lowkey approach, but with the way he expresses his love for you and what he feels on this day is what makes your heart feel full. if there was something heâd want to do or a place to bring you, he wouldnât wait for valentineâs but he wouldnât be opposed to using valentineâs as an excuse, either.
[đ§] kai / my soft valentine *pun intended upon opening the door, youâre greeted with a plushie so huge, it almost swallows the person holding it. apparently, itâsââkai!â
âa little help would be great!â he yells back, past the fluff engulfing him that you lunge forward, easing part of the weight as it begins to topple over you. kaiâs signature laughter rings in your ears when youâve decided to give up, laying on the floor with this huge fluff of a teddy bear on top of you. his animated, excited voice is mumbling something of how adorable you looked; sounds of camera captures entering your ears.
âkai, get this off me!â
âonly if you promise to be my valentine,â he huffs, kneeling beside you with a cheeky grin now that he sees you canât move with this teddy bear on top of you.
âhuening,â you deadpan.
âyes, pretty?â he smiles; so sweetly in contrast to your death glare.
âi agreed to be your valentineâs countless of times now since we got together. itâs kind of a given at this point so please, get this off me!â
âbenny,â he corrects, already peeling a part of the teddy off you so you can sit up. with narrowed eyes aimed at him, he chuckles, âi named him âbennyâ,â
âyou can ask benny for kisses, then!â you manage to nudge the teddy bear at his face so you can sneak away. with a hey!, kaiâs quickly closing your front door and terrorising you with the bear heâs bought you... which later on, ends up being a cute movie night of kai leaning against benny behind him with you in his arms in front of him. a kind of combination he wonât switch for the world if it meant having you in his arms.
tl;dr: this boy would approach valentineâs similarly to how he expresses his love for you (and his guilty pleasure) of plushies. he views valentineâs as an opportunity to do something grand, or maybe something just as silly as getting you a big-ass plushie as a joke (but not really, lol). either way, heâll kinda show you his affection as he usually does on any other day, but just add something a lilâ extra.
#kflixnet#txt scenarios#txt x you#txt x reader#txt stories#txt imagines#txt reactions#txt reaction#txt scenario#soobin x reader#soobin scenarios#yeonjun x reader#yeonjun scenarios#beomgyu x reader#beomgyu x y/n#taehyun x reader#taehyun scenarios#hueningkai x reader#hueningkai scenarios
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