#im wide awake & its hurting my head

[geroya]

i was woken up from my awful sleep schedule by chi yelling at my brothers' bedroom door bc she was all alone. guys how Dare she be left alone. she needs someone to hold her little hand when she eats, someone to stare at her while she eats her breakfast. look at HER, dont you know? how could i BE SO CRUEL AS TO SLEEP while she is hungry ????

[livin4woso]

Acrylics (alessia russo x reader)

Summary- It's finally off-season, and alessia wants you to come on holiday with her. However, due to your job being demanding work, you're a bit hesitant about going. But alessia knows how to get what she wants, and all she needs is acrylics to turn you to putty.

"Please come with me the girls haven't seen you since the nations leauge and ive missed spending time with you" alessia begs you as you stand in the kitchen helping her cook "you know i would less but im not sure i can even get the time off because we are short Staffed" you replied.

Its not as if you were trying too avoid the holiday you would have jumped at the chance immediately however your job as a firefighter meant it was much harder to get time off works and your station was understaffed so leaving them one man shorter wasn't going to help your co workers or the community.

However, alessia knew how stubborn you were for the dedication you had to your job, but she knew exactly how to get her way. The next day, she went to go get her nails done as now she could have nails without the risk of them being ripped off or accidentally hurting another player when playing. Unlike normal, she got her nails a little bit longer as if you weren't gonna say yes to her holiday wide awake. She knew you would with a bit of bribery.

It was around 6pm when you came crashing into the house, dumping your bag by the door. "Hi love, how was work?" Alessia asked from the couch. "It was alright, but it's so busy with the amount of calls we've been getting, so im not in the mood to do anything tonight," you replied, walking in and pecking her on the lips. "Well, why don't you shower, and then we can cuddle on the couch, and I'll order us a takeaway?" she replied, smiling at you. "Yeah, that sounds good" you replied.

You returned to the couch in a pair of grey sweats and alessias arsenal hoddie that she swore you looked better in. "Come here love" she said love laced through her tone and she didnt have to tell you twice as you dropped yourself right next to her on your L shaped sofa your head in her lap as she put on netflix. However, unlike normal, you just couldn't relax as tension radiated through your body due to being so overworked. Alessia knew you needed this break as much as she did, but she didn't want to push you.

She began by gently scratching your scalp and carding her fingers through your hair, and it was if a switch was flicked, your body began to relax into her touch, which is when she sprung the question on you "so love i was just wondering if you would come to ibiza with me.. it would only be for a week and it would be good for you" she started still massaging your scalp "mhm i dont know lessi i really want too but its whether they'll give me time off" you say eyes slowly dropping as sleep consumed you.

"Why dont you call them now and just ask if they say no, then it would save us trying to book later again if you could come," she suggested, knowing that you would. " Yeah, you're right. Pass me my phone" you said, sitting up from her lap. The conversation was quick with you being suprised how easy your boss was willing to let you have time off but said he understood that this was the time you and your girlfriend could go on holiday together. "He said i can so you can let your girls know im coming" you said to her and her face lit up knowing you wouldn't have done it if you weren't melting under her touch without even realising.

"So how about more head scratches, please?" You turned to her, and this time flopped right on top of the smaller blonde as her hand returned to your head. "Oo, and while you're at it, can you scratch my back as well?" you said, pushing your luck. "Im not your personal servant, you know, but you're cute, so I'll let you off," she responded, a light laugh leaving her lips. She continued until you fell asleep as your breaths tickled the crook of her neck where you had buried your head.

However, she wouldn't change it for the world as she knew at the end of the day you would have walked to the end of the earth for her, but now it was time for a relaxing holiday. Well, not so relaxing due to the constant partying, but that's the best part of the holiday, the moments where you forget your responsibilities, and it's just you and lessi, and that's it.

[keikikait]

ᴄʀᴜꜱʜ (ɢᴏᴊᴏ x ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ)

this is part 2 of my previous fic, which you can find here

for my other gojo smut, click here!

pairing: gojo x f!reader (not au, gojo is 29, reader is early-mid 20’s)

word count: 2.5k

summary: you’re home from your teacher retreat to nikko, ready for the new term. what you’re not ready for? gojo to come home to you. 

warnings: (FOR THIS PART) SMUT - 18+ ONLY! MDNI, dom!gojo and sub!reader, protected sex (pill, not mentioned but its there) degrading (he uses the word slut), hair pulling, nipple play, spitplay (bye….), light edging, finger/thumb sucking (don’t look at me), use of the words [cock, cunt, and tits], slight oral (f receiving), a bit of angst & a bit of mean gojo, nickname use [baby, pretty girl, doll], no use of y/n

a note: i know i said this would be out next week but it was my day off so i wrote it all today. this is less angst, more smut, but i can’t help myself so there is some angst. also, im sorry i made gojo such an asshole, i promise that he will get better! part 3 will be out soon my loves.

please reblog and like, it means a lot! let me know what you think!

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Your eyes are already open when your alarm goes off. 

You didn’t sleep at all. There was no point, even after you finished crying your head hurt too much to sleep, even with some painkillers. You laid there, wide awake all night thinking about Gojo. Did he think of you, too? You turn the alarm off and slide out of bed, your slipper-covered feet shuffling as you make your way around your apartment. 

You brush your teeth and look in the mirror. Your eyes are puffy and swollen, mascara smeared down your cheeks. You pop some spoons in the freezer to cool as you clean yourself up and get dressed. Your phone sits untouched on the bedside table, still plugged in.

You sit on the side of your bed, pressing the now cold spoons against your swollen eyes. You take deep breaths, trying to relax. You had every right to be upset, after all. Gojo has no reason to string you along, whispering sweet nothings in your ear at night about how you’re his girl, his doll, his everything. But that’s exactly what that was. Nothing. Maybe, you think, this is some kind of karma. Some sort of punishment for your arrogance, for thinking you could have what everyone else wants, Gojo, and here—at last—it was.

You put on some de-puffing undereye patches that you keep in the fridge and clean your entire apartment spotless to distract yourself, music blasting from the phone in your back pocket. You finally throw out that dead fern you got as a gift from the school board when you first started, and you finally clean out your fridge of the now moldy condiments you tried once on a whim. You’re washing dishes when the front door opens and, suddenly, Gojo steps inside. He had opted for his dark blue circular sunglasses today, an odd choice for the winter but you didn’t mind it. “Hi,” you say, surprised, pulling off the bright marigold gloves and setting them on the side of the sink to dry. For a second, you think about the absolute state of your eyes. The swelling and puffiness had gone down, and even though he had never seen you cry, you think about the fact that even if he noticed your eyes he wouldn’t care enough to ask questions.

“Hey,” is all Gojo says in response. You wait to see if he says anything else, or if he is going to try to explain himself, but he doesn’t, and eventually moves across your apartment to head to the bathroom. You hesitate before you make your way after him, passing his duffel bag on the floor of your closet, which was unzipped and filled with enough clothes that it was clear that he was going to stay for a while.

You feel pathetic admitting it to yourself but having Gojo there — not just in your apartment, but in your room — feels nice. He doesn’t speak to you yet, but his very presence steadies and refocuses you. As grateful as you are that he came back to you, you are also a little disappointed in yourself, by how dependent you are, how weak. Who were you without him?

Eventually, he faces you, peering at you over the top of his glasses. “Hey, pretty girl.”

You swallow hard, willing yourself to be strong, to finally confront him about all of the false promises and the date with Himiko, but you can’t. Not yet. “Hi, Gojo.”

He smiles, reaching you with just one step and collecting you in his arms, wrapping them tightly around your hips. He leans down and kisses you, for the first time in almost nine days, and you feel yourself giving up, giving all power to him.

After a few seconds, he pulls away, smirking. “I missed you. I’m sorry that I didn’t come home last night…I got carried away.”

You’ve noticed over the past eleven months (yes, you kept track) of your situationship that he uses that term a lot; carried away. He uses it when he gets a little too handsy during the free periods at work and when he stares at you a bit too long during staff meetings. He uses it when he forgets to call or text you and when it seems like you’re the last thing on his mind. Maybe you are. 

You smile, shrugging. “Don’t worry about it, baby. I’m just glad you’re here now.”

He grins, gently running his hands up your back, lightly scratching his nails against you, making you shiver. “Of course. I always come back home to you.” He bends at the knees and picks you up, carrying you the short distance to your bed before laying you down and climbing on top of you. Excitement fills your body as he leans down and starts placing soft kisses along your neck. You arch into him, whining and tugging on his sleeves, and he chuckles. “Relax, doll. Quit acting so desperate. You’re not in charge here, remember?”

You feel drool pool in your mouth and you quickly swallow it. “I’m sorry, Gojo, it’s just that —”

He interrupts you, sliding his thumb into your mouth to shut you up. “I know, baby, I know. You went eight whole days without my touch and now you’re acting like a desperate little slut,” You nod, hoping he won’t tease you this time. He smirks at the dumb look on your face before saying, “Open.” You do, opening your mouth wide and sticking your tongue out a little. He pulls his thumb away and draws back briefly before spitting into your open mouth. You swallow it without his command. You know what he likes.

He grins, kissing your lips once more before kissing down your chin and neck, slowly sliding off your t-shirt. You whine and squirm under him, and after he pulls your shirt off he clamps his hand over your mouth. “Shut up. If you keep whining, I won’t fuck you at all. Is that what you want?” You shake your head vigorously, that’s the last thing you want. He removes his hand before continuing, “Good. Don’t speak unless I tell you to,” You nod, relaxing into your sheets as he kisses down your chest. He pushes your bra up over your tits, groaning as he squeezes them in his hands. “Fuck. I missed my girls.” You would normally scold him for objectifying you, but at this moment you didn’t care. You wanted his hands on you, and you wanted his dick inside of you as soon as possible.

He takes the sunglasses off and brings one of your nipples to his mouth, lightly brushing his lips against it to tease you. He sticks his tongue out and drags it along your nipple in circles, loving the way your thighs fall open and the little sounds you make. He finally, finally sucks your nipple into his mouth, pinching the other one hard just to feel you squirm. He rolls your bare nipple between his fingers while he lightly nibbles on the one in his mouth. Your head is spinning, and all you can do is tug on his hair as he teases you. He lets go of your nipple with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting it to his lips. He picks it up on his finger and rubs it on your face just to humiliate you.

He kisses down your torso, tugging down your pyjama bottoms and tossing them onto the floor. He kisses your thighs as he pushes them up and against your chest so you’re nice and spread out for him, just as he likes. He notices the wet spot on your plain blue cotton underwear and smirks, rubbing at it with his thumb. “Someone’s eager, aren’t they?”

You take it you can respond to him now. “Fuck, Gojo, please! Please stop teasing me, I already went eight days without you.” The whine in your voice makes him feel so big, so powerful. He barely touches you and you’re already crumbling at his feet. Maybe he should keep you there.

He makes that condescending tsk tsk tsk sound that normally annoys you, but now you can’t help it and you whine and squirm even more. “You’re so desperate, baby. You can’t even handle a little teasing?” He presses his thumb right against your clit, the wet spot spreads even more. “I guess you do have a point, though. I haven’t made you cum since we left for Nikko.” He kisses right above the hem of your underwear before pulling it down, the blue fabric now dangling around your ankle. He moans, pushing your legs back even further and spreading your cunt. 

He spits directly onto your pink little hole, watching as it mixes with your juices. In this moment, you’re his. You’re his everything, his girl, his doll. In this moment you actually mean something to him, when you’re spread out and begging for his attention. He runs his pointer finger down your slit, collecting some spit before dragging it back up to your clit and lightly circling it.

You almost cum on the spot. Days of pent-up horniness and teasing and you’re as sensitive as ever. You bite your lip, looking over at him with nothing but love and affection in your gaze. “Please, Gojo. Please don’t tease me. I don’t know if I can handle it.”

He gets comfortable, moving your thighs over his shoulders as he lays down on the bed. “You’ll take what I give you. Don’t disappoint me.” He circles your clit with his finger one last time before leaning down and sucking it into his mouth. You arch your back, your hands finding solace in his hair as you writhe and moan. He moans at your taste, gripping your hips hard as he gets lost in your cute little cunt. You grind against his face, and he lets you, loving the feeling of your clit against his tongue. He teases your hole with his fingers, sliding his thumb in as he swirls his tongue around your clit in circles. You clench up tight, mumbling praises along with I’m gonna cum! Please let me cum! before he pulls away completely. He laughs at the noise you make, and at the way your face contorts and tears well in your eyes. He slaps the inside of your thigh before standing up and unbuttoning his pants. “Oh, come on. Be a good girl for me, okay?”

You move up on the bed, your back supported by your pillows as he climbs over you. You’ve seen his dick a lot, more times than you can count, but the sheer size of it always surprises you. Thick and long, slightly curved to the left, with a pretty pink tip to match. His balls are big, too, full of cum and practically begging to be in your mouth, which waters as soon as you see it. 

Gojo looms over you, pushing you onto the bed as he slides in between your legs and gets comfortable. He rubs his tip against you, getting it nice and wet so you don’t struggle with the size as he fucks you, at least not too much. In a moment of pure intimacy, he reaches his hand up and rubs his thumb against your cheek, looking at you with an almost adoring gaze. You go to say something to him but all words escape your throat as he pushes his cock into you. You both moan in unison as he slides in and out slowly.

“God,” he groans, leaning down on his elbows and getting right in your face. “I missed you so much, baby. I know I’m such a dick to you, I just can’t help it, you look so cute when you’re angry…fuck, you feel so good.” He isn’t vocal in bed very often, and your heart swells as you get to watch him come undone and make such pretty noises as he does. 

In the heat of the moment, you forgive him. You know you’ll probably regret it, but you can’t stay mad at him when he’s looking at you like you’re the only woman in the world for him. Your smile is cut short by your moan as you manage to say, “It’s okay, Gojo. Please just stay here. Stay here with me.”

Gojo nods, propping himself up on one flat palm as his hips pick up speed. Normally he loves foreplay, he can tease you and edge you for hours, but the time spent without you in his arms and without you wrapped around his cock was too much to bare for him. He knows he fucked up, but he can’t take it back. He’s Satoru Gojo, and he has a reputation he needs to uphold. He’s all run, and you’re all fight, and that’s part of the reason why he feels so drawn to you.

He looks at you, moving to his elbows and reaching up to grab your face and pull you into a kiss. He pulls away and presses his forehead against yours, biting his lip as his hips move even faster. He drops back down to his elbows, your chests pressed together as he shakily moans, “Fuck, fuck, fuck, doll, I’m gonna cum.”

You nod, pulling at the hair at the nape of his neck as you cum around him, clenching down on his cock. He buries his face in your neck as he cums after you, cumming inside of you, like he always does. His breathing is ragged as he lays there, his cock twitching inside of you as his cum spills inside. Gojo eventually moves away from your neck, some of his hair matted to his forehead, slick with sweat. You push the hair back and smile at him, kissing his forehead gently. Even if he didn’t love you, you still loved him. And you think you always will.

He pulls out, immediately getting you a towel splashed with some warm water as he cleans you up. He’s gentle with his aftercare, making sure you’re comfortable, and collecting your water bottle from the living room. You pee before getting dressed, laying with him on the bed. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you close, pressing your face into his chest, and sliding his hand into your hair. He holds you there for a while, your breathing in sync before he leans down and kisses your forehead. 

Gojo puts on a cooking show to watch on your TV, setting the remote aside as he holds you close. He strokes your hair, and your mind starts to drift, and you wonder if he cares about you in the same way you care about him. Are you not good enough for him? Is there something wrong with you? Are you not what he wants? Are you not what he needs? You wake up every morning, hopeful for what’s to come with him, but you spend most of your time thinking about what you’ve already had and what he’s already said to you. You’re missing all these memories—maybe they were never even yours. 

Nothing hurts like he does.

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part 3 is here

[imauthicktic]

Hello! Could you please do a one-shot where Crosshairs and his gn! human crush get seperated mid battle. He tries to find them and when he does? They're covered in energon. He thinks they're actively bleeding out so he, in a panic, confesses his love for them, thinking they don't have much time left

And then Y/N reminds him that humans, in fact, do not bleed energon, and that they're fine and love him too

I was wanting to do this prompt before it was requested!! I love this!

Sorry it took so long babes!

Crosshairs x gn!crush!reader

Mostly fluff.. slight tweaking of the prompt cause I'm working through my writers block

“Shit,” Crosshairs said as he was shot in the shoulder. This mission has gone completely sideways and Crosshairs is uncomfortable with the fact that he doesn’t have you in his field of vision. You guys never separate and this was just as uncomfortable for you as it is for him. Hound was trying to call out to him to see if he was ok as he took down the last con in their area. “Yeah, yeah. Just a scratch. You got eyes on (Y/N)?” Crosshairs grumbled out. “No. I think short-stuff is with Bee. We should head out, this area is cleared,” Hound said as he and Crosshairs transformed into their vehicles and raced out following the sound of gunfire in the distance. 

You were with Cade and Bee at least and that put you in slight ease as you weren’t alone. You and Cade were running for cover when massive bullets were raining down on you both. Bee was covering you guys waiting for some kind of backup. 

“(Y/N), I’m going to grab one of those big guns, we have to help Bee!” Cade yelled. The gunfire was so loud and you can feel a tightness in your chest. Usually you don’t have this problem when it comes to the fights, but you were getting scared not seeing Crosshairs. Cade noticed your erratic breathing and immediately knew what was wrong. He put his hands on the sides of your face and made you look at him. “Hey, hey, hey. I know you’re scared right now and you and I both know Crosshairs is fine. This ain’t his first rodeo and this ain’t your first rodeo, right?!” you nodded your head trying to work on your breathing, “We’ll see ‘im again, we just need to clear the area, ‘K?” You nodded again and felt yourself easing up as Cade told you his plan to get one of the guns from one of the dead cons nearby. Cade ran off from your safe place and went towards the con. 

Bee was knocked off his feet and he landed close to where you were hiding and landing on top of the dead con that was next to you. Some energon from the dead con had splattered onto you when Bee got up and ripped one of the arms off and hit the con that knocked him down. “Eat shit, dick-head!” Bee yelled out. This, however, knocked the con on the ground next to you. The con turned its head and saw you wide-eyed. You yelped at the hand coming to grab you and you couldn’t help but watch it reach out when all of a sudden Cade got his hands on the gun and started shooting at the cons hand, effectively stopping it from grabbing you, but also effectively covering you in more energon. 

The con roared in pain and was about to get up it was shot down and Crosshairs came running up to you. Hound was helping Bee finish the last two cons when you were snatched up by Crosshairs. He saw all the energon on you and immediately started panicking inside, but he knew he had to be strong for you and get you somewhere safe and fast.  “Oh, darlin’. Yer bleedin’. I gotta get you outta here,” he quickly rambled off as he transformed into the stingray with you buckled in the driver’s seat and he drove up to Cade, “Cade! Get in!! We gotta get (Y/N) medical care now!” Cade heard ‘(Y/N)’ and ‘medical care’ and rushed into Crosshairs. “(Y/N), (N/N)!! You ok? Where are ya hurt-” Cade started rambling but was cut off by Crosshairs. “Darlin’, I need you to stay awake for me, ok? I ain’t lettin’ you die on me like this on my watch.” Cade is still frantically raking his eyes over you looking for any injuries and not seeing anything. He’s confused now, but at this point you’re getting lightheaded from the fumes of the energon so he thought maybe you had a headache. “Hey, Crosshairs-” Crosshairs interrupted Cade as he pulled up to a hospital, “Get them inside now! They’ve probably lost too much blood!” Cade just shrugs as he walks you inside thinking there’s something wrong, just not something as serious as bleeding out. 

Hours pass by and you finally come out with Cade with just a boot on from rolling your ankle earlier when you recoiled from the con that came for you. Crosshairs was shocked to see you up and at it without looking like death itself. Crosshairs was still in his stingray when he pulled up to you and made sure you were in his driver seat safely. He drove off, but was soon pulling over and opened Cade’s door, “Right then, off you pop, Cade.” “What? Why are you kicking me out the car like I’m not a friend.” “I need a moment with Y/N and I ain’t doin’ it with you in the car.” Cade heaved a dramatic sigh and got out, but before he could slam the door closed, Crosshairs sped off with you confused. “Crosshairs, what's wrong?” “Alright, darling. I need you to listen and listen well.” You were still confused as to his tone being so serious. “Baby, I thought… I thought that I lost ya. Before I got to tell ya just how much I love ya,” you take a deep breath, “There was just so much blood on ya and all I could think about was getting you to a doctor.” “Blood?” “Yeah, the bright green blood on ya? You nearly passed out from losing so much.” At this point, you had to laugh. Crosshairs was shocked at you laughing at him so he found a safe place to pull over and transform. He scooted to sit on the ground and had you wrapped in his hands. He looked at you with worry in his eyes, “Darling, I’m serious. I thought I was about to lose you,” he nearly whispered. You reached your arms out towards him and he brought you closer to his face. You placed your hands on either side of his face and looking him deep in his eyes, “My love, the green stuff that was on me was not my blood. Humans don’t have bright green blood. It’s red and the reason I almost passed out was because of the fumes of the con blood that was on me.” Crosshairs let out a small breath that he didn’t know he was holding. He finally relaxed a bit and closed his eyes, leaning his head forward a bit. You leaned in and put your forehead against his. You couldn’t help the small giggle that came out, “Thanks for worrying for me big guy. I love you so much and I’m sorry I scared you.” Crosshairs just basked in the warmth of your tiny hands on his face and your head leaning against his. He opened his eyes softly after feeling you placing small kisses on his face and chuckled at the feeling. “You mean everything to me in this god forsaken universe, baby. I’d even go as far and say you’re my sparkmate, love.” You smiled, “Sparkmate, huh? I like the sound of that.” Crosshairs let out a little chuckle and gave a kiss to the entire right side of your face. “Ain’t nothin’ gonna happen to my baby now that I finally have you,” Crosshairs said, “Let’s go home.”

[lvrcpid]

DEPENDABLE - adventures with tuk!..gone wrong

cw // blood?? tuk crying cause she hurt her sister :(

the sun rose upon the horizon bringing in a new day. ney’ite rolled over on side to find her younger sister, tuk , wide eyed and looking at her sister with wonder in her eyes. today was the day ney’ite promised to take tuk on another adventure, this time, further into the forest. “tuk..go back to sleep, i told you later hm?” ney’ite pushed herself up and laid her little sister back down, getting up and grabbing her bow and arrow, it was her turn to hunt AGAIN. ney’ite rolled her eyes before walking out into the bright sunlight, her yellow orbs glistening in the light. with a sigh ney’ite made her way down to the sea, successfully avoiding the sharp branches of the trees and bushes. 

“ite think fast!” neteyam threw an orange at his sister, frowning and letting out a quick “awh man!” when she caught it. “teyam, you do this every morning. got anymore tricks up your sleeve?” she flashed a grin before finishing up her breakfast, tuk waiting behind her like an excited puppy. “going somewhere?” a deep voice called from beside her. it was dad. “oh hey dad, i’m taking tuk out to teach her how to shoot a bow.” jake raised an eyebrow before shaking his head “absolutely not” ney’ite felt a pang of dissatisfaction. he always said no when it came to tuk. “daddy pleaseeeeeeee i promise i’ll be good right ite!?” tuk turned around to face her sister who gave a quick nod. “we will be fine. swear to eywa” ney’ite smiled at her father. with a sigh jake shooed them off “be safe. i’ll be there to come and get you all if you’re not back by eclipse.” tuk grabbed her sisters hand and pulled her outside, beginning their journey.

“ney’! do you think i’m gonna hit a fish my first try?” tuk said, holding her sisters hand tightly. “i’m not sure tuk, if you do i’ll do something special for you” ney’ite smiled and pointed to a pond. “there’s fish there, wanna go try ?” tuk eagerly took the bow and arrow from her sister and got into the position she was taught. tuk had just pulled the bow back when she heard a twig snap. just then tuk stood up straight and let go of the bow by accident, the bow bouncing from the tree and landing in another target, ney’ites shoulder. “fuck!” ney’ite let out, stumbling away from tuk , gripping onto her bleeding shoulder, it was lodged in there and hurt like hell. “ite im sorry!!” tuk yelled, the 8 year old immediately busting into tears. ney’ite felt herself getting dizzy but quickly stumbled over to her sister . “hey h-hey it’s okay it was an accident okay? i’m not mad.” she comforted the little girl before grabbing the bows and her arrow and most importantly, tuks hand.  

the pair lugged back to their home before lo’ak let out an “oh shit! i’ll go get mom and dad!” he ran past the pair while ney’ite turned to her little sister “tuk turn around” she turned the little girl around before pulling the bow out, slowly and agonizingly. ney’ite let out a blood curdling scream before tossing the bow on the ground. tuks crying only got louder as their parents burst into their home. neytiri shouting for kiri as jake quickly rushed over to his eldest while lo’ak grabbed tuk, attempting to comfort her. “hey dad..” ney’ite let out a tired laugh “at least it wasn’t tuk right?” she said before passing out. 

ney’ite shot up in a cold sweat and quickly hissed before looking at her shoulder. kiri must’ve patched her up. bless her heart. “you’re awake!” tuk jumped on her sister and hugged her. “i’m sooooo so soooo sorry” tuk nuzzled her sister before smiling up at her “oh tuk it’s okay, i’m not mad” ney’ite smiled before seeing her mom walk over to her. “hi ma” “ney’ite..how are you feeling?” she got down to her level and felt her forehead “im okay ma, just glad to be alive-“ “yeah cause if you would’ve died i would’ve brought you back to kill you again!” kiri came into view with a smile on her face “ahh im so scared” the family let out a big laugh and thanked eywa that ney’ite was safe and well. 

[savannahsdeath]

ELLIE WILLIAMS X ANEMIC!READER HEADCANONS

shes basically taking care of you n all:3

mdni please<3

warnings: anemia, a lil of smut

writers note: i swear its okay to read even if youre not anemic:3 i feel like shed do these thingss even to hers not anemic gf.. also this may seem odly specific because im anemic myself and idk this idea randomly came up to my mind so enjoyy !!

SFW

🌿lets start with the fact that an anemic person tends to become tired and sluggish very easily so they (most of them) enjoy any kind of support

🌿ellie knows that your health is fragile so she tries to be as patient and gentle as possible in your interactions<3

🌿when youre not feeling well shes is usually pretty awkward and she has no idea how to help you😓(my poor awkward gf) BUT whenever she doesnt know what to say she just offers to help you out in small ways like preparing food or running errands

🌿if you both live together her GOAL is to keep your house well-lit and cool as too much heat or brightness makes it hard to focus/uncomfortable for people with anemia

🌿she always makes sure you drink and eat well so you have more energy and all

🌿she always gets mad when you refuse to go to sleep because she knows you need to.. even if youre making a cute excuse like

"but els, i want to stay up so i can spend time with you!"

and then she'll roll her eyes at you and say "we can do whatever you want tomorrow, you need to rest now!"

and would even forcefully make you if needed🙏

🌿if its modern!ellie(just ellie having access to a phone), she'll secretly google things about your illness and things like "how to help your anemic girl from passing out every time she misses breakfast" I JUST KNOW SHED DO THAT ISTGG

🌿she would hate to hear you being guilty. like when you say "im tired of you making all the little house jobs just because i mostly dont have the energy to.." she'll go crazy. not in a bad way, of course, but she wont drop the topic until she makes sure you understand she doesnt mind.

🌿she also definitely hates when you want to convince her into letting you help her.

"fuck, ellie, its not cancer, its anemia! i can at least help you" you say angrily. like, really angrily. because youre kind of right (but she doesnt care)

"we've talked about this, lay down and wait for me," she answers sternly. so sternly you feel shivers down your spine.

🌿but when you eventually talk with her (you manage not to start an argument but really, simply talk) she understands your point and promises she'll let you help her with some things

🌿one time you told her that anemic people are sensitive to the cold and its true but now she overuses it as an excuse to cuddle up with you. like she couldnt just say she wants to be near you. istg, this woman...

🌿she ALWAYS lookout for things that could potentially cause bleeding

🌿she loves when you blush. more than anything. mostly because anemia makes the blood blah blah idc basically anemic people dont really blush so when you actually do she would just stare at you with a wide smile. and when you ask her why is she looking at you like that she wont admit it just like that, shed say something like "you just look more colorful than usual"

NSFW

🌿anemic people often have pale or translucent skin tone and that makes bruises really visible. and we all know ellie can be rough. so when she wakes up after a.. long night and she notices what she did, she feels so bad. like really bad. she apologies as soon as you wake up and of course you try to convince her it doesnt hurt, because it really doesnt and you, in fact, really enjoyed all of this, but she thinks youre just lying to make her feel better

🌿one time you woke up in the late evening after one of your naps. usually, ellie stays with you - awake, watching you sleep and drawing something in her sketchbook but this day you woke up to an empty bed:( you quickly stood up to look for her and after a few steps, your little anemic head started spinning from the sudden move. your vision got blurry and eventually completely black. you felt your knees getting weak but right before you could fall someone caught you. your lovely hero - ellie. you leaned on her as she held you from behind, what could look like a normal hug for someone who just saw you both like that, and you felt the bulge in her pants pressed against you. why the hell would she wear it now? you failed to stay quiet and you let out a soft moan. your girlfriend noticed that but she thought its caused by your health state

"shh, shhh... it's okay"

when your vision was back to normal, you turned around and kissed her as a simple way to thank her for being here with you. before you could think, you were grinding on her lap, getting ready to take her strap while she firmly held your hips, guiding them to move back and forth 🥰🥰

[duckymcdoorknob]

𝓣𝓲𝓬𝓴𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓸𝓫𝓮𝓻 𝓭𝓪𝔂 11: 𝓑𝓲𝓽𝓮𝓼/𝓝𝓲𝓫𝓫𝓵𝓮𝓼

FIRST ONE PIECE FIC EVER LESGOOOOO

HEHE LUFFY MY GOOBY

I WANTED TO TRY TO KEEP ZORO IN CHARACTER SO SORRY IF ITS INNACURATE

IM GONNA MAKE IT YALL IDC IM GONNA GET THESE WRITTEN

Tags: @chrimsss @switch-writer @giggly-squiggily @trrickytickle

—ngl this do have tickles under the cut—

If there was one thing that bothered Luffy about his vice captain, it was his drowsiness. Zoro was ALWAYS sleeping, especially during the times when Luffy most wanted him awake.

On a slow day, the straw-hatted captain wanted nothing more than to bother Zoro. He jumped up about the ship, trying hard to find the green-haired male.

When he found the swordsman, the latter was snoozing on the deck.

“Zoooorooooo!” The captain whined as he lay down next to the sleeping man. “Wake up!”

No response was given to Luffy, albeit a small snore.

The straw-hatted captain pouted as he sat up. There had to be something he could do…

In one swift movement, the black-haired male prostrated himself on Zoro’s back, hoping the added pressure would wake him.

To his luck, the sleeping vice captain barely even acknowledged it. He simply sighed in a breath and exhaled gently.

Luffy pushed all of his weight onto his torso, deducing that maybe that pressure would wake him.

Again, it did not.

Now, he was stumped.

In a fit of frustration he bit down on Zoro’s shoulder. Not too hard, but (hopefully) enough for there to be an impact.

Zoro’s eyes opened and his brows furrowed angrily. “Can I help you?”

Luffy’s eyes had stars in them as he smiled widely. He threw his arms around the swordsman’s neck. “Zorooooo! Come play a game with me!”

“That’s what you woke me up for? Seriously?”

“Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Come on! Nami said she was too busy, and Usopp doesn’t like my games… he’s a little scaredy cat.”

A muted “hey!” was heard from the other end of the ship…

“See I would, but I’m just sooooooo tired.” The green-haired male slurred as he started to close his eyes once more, a small smile of mischief making its way to his features.

“Nooooo! I wanna play a game! Wake up, wake up, wake up!”

Zoro fake snored rather loudly, quite literally a “honk shoo.”

Pouting, Luffy bit down on Zoro’s shoulder again, resulting in the fake snores coming to a grinding halt. “Jesus, Luffy. What are you- NGH-“

“I’m gonna bite you until you say you’ll play with me!”

“That’s ridiculous! Ask someone else T- HNG- To p-play with y-you.”

“No! I don’t care that I’m hurting you! You make me mad!”

“You aren’t hurting me, kid. Nothing you do can hurt me, just have sensi-tive… shoulders… is all….”

A light went off in the straw-hatted captain’s head. “Ohhhh sensitive huh?”

“Don’t you dare- L-Luffy! D-Mph! D-Don’t do that.”

The black-haired pirate sank his teeth into the man’s shoulder, adding obnoxious “om nom nom” sounds.

The swordsman’s teeth were gritted as his breaths became uneven. A dopey grin found its way to his features as he squeezed his eyes shut. “L-Lu-Luhuhuffy-“

“Haha! Big bad Zoro’s ticklish!” A voice chimed from outside of the kitchen door.

An attempt to glare at the blonde chef ended in a snort when the captain’s teeth sank into his upper back. “W-Would you q-quihihit that.”

A little gremlin laugh from behind him answered his question.

Maybe he should’ve just played a game with Luffy after all…

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[just-some-random-blogger]

Hey...if requests are still open...can we have a Morpheus x Reader where one of them is a single parent and they catch the other being good to their kid and find themselves falling in love? (no smut please). Thanks!

Prince Of Stories

Dream of the Endless x Reader (but its honestly mostly Dream & Reader's child)

Summary: Your head was hurting and so Dream took it upon himself to care for your child instead.

Word Count: >500

Warnings: fem!reader, single mom!reader, girl dad energy!dream, fluff, typos, etc.

A/N: im luv papa bear!dream T_T he has a special place in my heart. i hope you like it nonnie<3 Tagging: @pinksirensong @deniixlovezelda @shadow-pancake9

Dream came to you just when you dozed off. The room was quiet, save for the sounds of Imena talking to herself as she made a tale about the dolls sprawled before her.

Upon seeing Dream, the little girl perked and squealed, running up to him.

Dream crouched down and chuckled softly as he took his beloved's daughter into his arms. He shushed her, telling her they should not wake mommy. She readily agreed, pressing a finger to her lips.

Imena nuzzled against him tightly, telling him that she very much enjoyed the game they played in her dreams last time.

Dream pulled back to look at her and smiled, promising next time they will have much more fun.

He shushes Imena when she squeals in excitement again. She wrangles out of his arms, babbling about her toys and how she must introduce Dream to them.

Dream props her down as she rushes to her dollies.

He smiles to himself when he hears the echo of your dreams, dreams of your daughter, dreams of your future, dreams of him. He walks in front of the couch you were laid on, fixing you in your spot with a pillow and a blanket.

Imena pulls at Dream's coat, urging him to sit down on the mat with her. Upon doing so, she begins to introduce all three of her dolls to him. They were Apple, Coat, and Dream.

Dream smiles and asks if the pink doll was named after him. Imena wholeheartedly disagrees.

Dream laughs as Imena makes a spot for herself on his lap, pulling her dolls with her, "can you tell me a story, dada?"

A moment passes.

Imena waits.

Dada?

Did she just call me dada?

Imena looks up at him, wide eyes, wondering why the story was taking so long. She raises her dolls in hopes it would help clarify, "with my dolls, please?"

Dream's blue eyes are glassy and his chest his tight with emotions he could not put into words.

Imena blinks slowly, wondering what her mistake was. She tries, "pretty please?"

Dreams breath hitches and quickly replies, "of course. Of course, my love."

And so Dream makes what perhaps was the greatest story ever told and ever will told in the history of stories. He brings the dolls to life, literally,and they prance before father and daughter, as the minutes went by.

You had woken up somewhere in the middle of all of it, concerned at first by the loudness of your daughter's exclaims, but then you felt a swell of joy in your heart when you what had prompted it. You saw your two favorite people bond with each other and it was truly a sight to behold.

You scratched away the happy tears in your eyes before they could fall.

Dream was genuinely shocked to find you were awake when he finished his story, as he was so caught up in telling it, he did not even feel you exit his realm.

"Did you have a good sleep, my love?" Dream reaches out to you as he cradles the child whose excitement quickly reclined into tiredness after the story.

You nod at him, lips curved into a fond smile. You rub Imena's back, after taking Dream's hand and moving in for an embrace. You press a kiss on his jaw, "not as good as her sleep will be after that story though."

[romanarose]

TF Bois reaction when they know you've been abused before and they accidentally slap / hit / kick you during sleep, like when they turn around and their hand lands in your face or they jerk up their knee and it hits you in the stomach. You're totally okay with it, bc it was an accident, but they are freaking out cause of your past? 🥹

going straight for the juggulr huh? (And i have not forgottena bout you and Del's asks about awakening will tee hee)

CW mentions of abuse and pregnancy

okay so

Frankie is beside himself. He had a nightmare, a really bad nighterror and when you gently laid a hand on him to wake him he slapped you. His eyes weren't even open yet, but when he does and he see's you staring over him with wide eyes holding your face, he breaks. You want to comfort him, to hold him after a nightmare but you're frozen. You aren't scared of him, just in shock. he's quickly scrambling to sit up and he goes to hold you, squeezing you tight the way he knows you like that calms your anxiety. You manage to get out 'its okay, its okay' as he holds you but you can feel tears falling onto your neck

It wasn't Will's fault, really. You were a very toss and turn sleeper, so when he rolled over in his sleep and his chest covered your fault, you shouldn't have been there. Later, Will would tell you it was impossible for you to control your sleep movements any more than it was for him... but he knew you had it drilled into your head whenever your ex hurt you that it was your fault. He also knew you contrantly had justified what your ex did, calling it accidents again and again while Will watched his friend become someone so far removed from the person he knew... so when you used the same langauge as you did for him, Will felt sick. He was a slight sleeper, so as soon as your body moved under him, struggling to breath, he was awake and off you... But it drives him crazy that he can lose control in his sleep. It takes a lot of gentle reassurence before he starts sleeping close to you again, but you don't let him close himself off.

Santi was falling asleep fine when suddenly, as happens sometimes, he felt like was falling. He jolts, kneeing you in the stomach. You were awake still, enjoying watching his stressed face so peaceful, so it didn't come as a major shock, but you could see the guilt flood his previously calm features so quickly. He moves to reach out for you, an apoligy on his lips, but then he sees you flinch and he's not sure he can ever forgive himself. He knows what happened to you, he knows how much you suffered, so seeing fear in your eye broke him. But your fear isn't that he's going to hurt you, your fear is for the baby inside you. He's slower with his movements now. "I''m so sorry, baby.... im so fucking sorry." You love how gentle and tender he becomes, always soothing you. The kneeing wasn't hard, and everything was okay... you woke up to breakfast in bed.

Ben didn't wanna wake up, so when he felt someone trying to make him, he kept nudging. He felt like he was still in a dream, some wierd ass star wars dream and those stupid porgs were hopping on him so he kept pushing them off. Until he pushed one hard, heard a yelp he recognized and a thud. Jolting awke and butt naked, Ben sits up to see he pushed you off the bed and onto the floor. You were holding your head, and there was a dent in the wall. A fucking dent. He pushed you so hard you dented the wall, and now you were hurt and crying. 'Shit shit shit...' He mumbles and, butt naked, scooping you up and onto his lap. "Im so sorry baby, fuck I- im fucking sorry, I thought- it was a dream, and the porgs-" Through the tears, you start laughing. Benny thought surely you'd gotten concussed. 'you thought your loving partner was a porg?' You sniffle, but smile. He kisses the side of your face. 'cutest porg ive ever seen in my life.' He holds you close for a min before adding. 'I'd never, hurt you on purpose.' To which you repeatedly tell him you know. Your sweet Benny boo was nothing like him.

[the-soggy-sunflower-ship]

I Hate ( A Life Without ) You

based off @stygianhearts TSATS!

After the cruel battle against Elijah, Helmeppo and Ryan REALLY need to dissect their feelings for the other. Ryan worried Helmeppo. Two gays. What else? Read Chapter 1 under the cut! :> TW: Mention of slavery, gore, death, explicit language, psychological trauma, and HOMOSEXUALS!!!!! i will use asterisks ( these *** little guys) to emphasize thoughts, cause i cant use italics sometimes. SPOILERS IF YOU HAVENT READ THE FIC. guys read The Sun And The Sea by Stygianheart on AO3!! CHARACTES MAY BE OOC. YOUVE BEEN WARNNEED

When Ryan Vivero opened his eyes, he did *NOT* understand what was going on.

He hurt like hell, for starters. He was in a clean white room that had gifts stacked high on the bedside table. A beautiful melody came from.. a gramophone? It was a symphony, no doubt, and Ryan felt a weight on his leg, and he peered at what it was. He could only see a few strands of long blonde hair, courtesy of his thick bandages and blankets. Wincing, he pushed himself into a sitting position and stared down at a familiar annoying man who held gently to Ryan's hand, even in his sleep, like he was afraid the Marine would vanish.

Normally he despised being touched, but strangely enough he didn't mind Helmeppo. It was weird. As the lieutenant shifted, his blonde friend stirred and opened his eyes halfway at the sudden movement.

"What the hell are you doing, Pretty-Eyes?" His voice was rough and hoarse, and Ryan coughed slightly.

"oh." Helmeppo lifted his head, rubbing his eyes. He stared at Ryan with a wide-eyed gaze, black visor nowhere to be seen. "Oh. Ryan. Your- you woke up. You woke up." He repeated with the sort of expression Ryan had often seen on the family of soldiers who came out of surgery okay. A mix of joy, relief, and an aching pain.

" Duh." The other man rasped. " Wait- are you fucking crying?!" He yelped as Helmeppo's lip quivered slightly, sniffles following promtly.

"I THOUGHT YOU WEREN'T GONNA WAKE UP! YOU ASSHOLE!" Tears started rolling down the blonde's face, and his sobbing was so hysterical, it surprised the medic he didn't make himself sick.

"Glad to know how to make you cry now." Ryan said dryly, inspecting the IV's in his arm. "Im very awake, thanks. Once you stop blubbering like your husband just died, fill me in on what the hell is happening."

"Why- why husband!?" Helmeppo hiccupped, still clutching Ryans hand.

"Theres no way your straight with how much you talk about my waist, you twink."

"Im not a twink! And its not my fault you wont admit to having a tiny waist!"

"It's intresting that you look at my waist. Seems kind-of gay, Pretty Eyes."

" SHUT- Shut up! Let me call Koby, he can explain better than me." Helmeppo's face turned pink and he turned away to dial Koby's snail number while Ryan snickered at his victory. "And calling my eyes pretty is gay-er!"

"So you ARE gay. " Ryan said as he tried to recall everything. He could only remember the little girl with the broken smile, despairing tears falling as she begged him to run. The bullets, tearing into her small body to rip her life away. The searing pain as shots fired at him, too. He gazed over at Helmeppo, recalling the way he'd screamed and held Ryan gently, even though he might've been trembling with rage. It suprised the redhead; he was taken aback by the despair he had seen in his eyes. "Wait- the kids. Cas. Did we-"

"The rotten bastard and his brother were caught. I need to go tell the doctor and Cas your awake, so heres the Transponder. Koby should be-"

*CA-LICK!*

"Hello? Vice-Admiral Koby speaking."

"Wait, VICE-ADMIRAL? How long have I been asleep?" Ryan stared in suprise as Helmeppo smiled and walked out to get a doctor, his eyes still watery.

"RYAN!? OW-! IM SO GLAD YOUR AWAKE!! " A loud crash came from Koby's end. "I was actually coming to visit you just now! Luffy, wait a second- don't bite m-" Rustling and indistinct voices echoed from the snail.

"you guys better not be fucking *making out* right now."

"WHAT???NO, WE ARENT- Luffy, did you just lick me."

"can you make out later and tell me what I missed?" Ryan rolled his eyes.

"WE REALLY WERENT! I-" Koby sighed. " Yeah, okay, I'll catch you up. Im so glad your okay, though. "

"If you save all the sappiness until you get here, i'd appreciate it. Please." Ryan added, making a note to himself to be as nice to Koby as possible for the next few days. He could hear how worried Koby sounded, and couldn't help but feel unworthy of his concern.

"Yeah, sorry. Um.. Elijah is dead, he was killed by someone in Impel Down. Pretty gruesomely, but not enough to cover his sins. No matter what, it'll NEVER be enough." Koby's voice hardened and radiated venomous fury. "Albert is still alive in Level 6 as far as I know. 65% of the kids went with the Revolutionary Army, the other 35% were brought back to their families or re-homed. Caspian and Francis have been taken care of by Vice-Admiral Dylon, which is where they've been taking care of you for almost two years while you were in your coma."

"Son of a- I've BEEN COMATOSE FOR TWO YEARS!?" Ryan heard a suprised noise come from a cadet passing by and glared at them through the open door.

"Well.. a year and about 8 months actually?"

"No wonder my mouth is drier than Alabasta." He sighed, processing the information he'd been given. "Jesus. I'll see you when you get here. The doctors here."

"SEE YOU SOON, BRYAN!" He heard Luffy holler over Koby, and then hung up.

All of a sudden before he had time to recover, something flew at him and embraced him suddenly from the doorway.

"Hey, Cas." Ryan smiled down at the boy who had his face in the Marine's shoulder to stifle the small sobs that racked his body.

"DONT- DONT JUST DO THAT!" Caspian pulled back, running his sleeve across his wet face to scowl at the older man.

"Alright, alright. Let him breathe, Caspian. Helmeppo, help Ryan stand up." A stern-looking doctor snipped. With a huff, the kid slid off the bed as Helmeppo awkwardly glanced at him.

"Help me up, petty brat." The redhaired man sniffed.

"Oh, shut up, short-ass medic." Helmeppo retorted, sliding his arm carefully under Ryans' own as he slid off the bed. As soon as his feet hit the ground, his legs buckled under him.

Thankfully, the annoying blonde caught him before he faceplanted. But of course he just had to say,

"I think your even shorter than before, Bryan."

"im going to actually end you if you don't shut up." The medic glared at him.

"I'm terrified."

+-------------+

FIRST CHAP LETS GOOOOOOOO

[formula-fun]

if venom max is curious high levels of the hormone prolactin can cause men to lactate 🥸

stoppp im already throwing around a chapter where max is. nevermind i literally cannot explain this

Charles jerks awake at three in the morning. For a long moment he lays there, staring up at the ceiling, unsure what woke him, and then—

I need to multiply.

He blinks, sleep dragging through his brain. “Baby, are you awake?” he croaks.

Max tugs along his spine, making his hair prickle, and then manifests against Charles’ pillow just to let out a breezy huff against the side of his face. “Yes, Charles, I’m awake,” he says impatiently. “I need to multiply.”

Charles flicks on the bedside lamp and then rolls to face him, rubbing sleep from his eyes as he falls back against the pillows. “Multiply what?” he asks.

“Multiply,” Max repeats. A head bonks against Charles’ own as his eyes drift closed again, and he flutters back into wakefulness.. “Wake up, this is important.”

Charles scrubs at his eyes again. “Right, yes,” he says, voice rough. “Multiply. What does that—I don’t know what that means.”

“Multiply,” Max says flatly. “You know? It’s—we don’t do it like humans do, I only have to every…about every decade, I guess, on Earth, so it is not very common. But my cycle is restarting, I think, very soon.”

“Your cycle?” Charles tries through a yawn.

“Yes, Charles, my biological cycle.”

The pieces come together abruptly enough for Charles to choke on his next breath. Max’s flat white eyes scrunch shut vertically in what Charles recognizes as his version of an eye roll.

“Your—your reproductive cycle.”

“It’s not reproduction, we don’t reproduce, we multiply,” Max says all in one breath, eyes scrunching even further as Charles finds himself suddenly wide awake, “and it is not what you are thinking, you—Charles, what even—Charles, we produce asexually, this does not involve laying eggs in you.”

“I wasn’t thinking that,” says Charles, who is now thinking about that even harder.

“That’s very intriguing, and we will revisit it,” Max announces, “but our—please focus. Our cycles do not work the way they work on Earth. It will not be…pleasurable.”

“It will hurt you?” Charles asks, his heart clenching.

Max’s eyes scrunch a third time. “No, it will not hurt, but it will be unpleasant. Usually when I have these—”

“Wait, you have—you’ve already had them? You have kids?”

“I am trying to explain this,” Max says, impatient. “Every decade or so, our cells split and multiply. Our offsprings’ first instincts are consumed. If they are very strong, they will consume their parent from the inside out. Then they will go off on their own and continue to feed until they are strong enough to join the hive. They aren’t like you—they don’t need…nurturing, or care. We don’t need that.”

You do. I take care of you, Charles thinks before he can stop himself. Max doesn’t acknowledge the thought other than by blinking slowly like one of the cats.

“Okay,” Charles says, trying hopelessly to keep up. “So you will…you will multiply, and we will have this baby—”

“Not a baby,” Max says very clearly. “Charles, you—you are so sweet, look at you,” he says, and bonks him on the head again. A tendril wraps around his waist, heavy and warm; Charles relaxes into the mattress. “We have babies, Charles. We have two of them in the other room, and they are ours, and they are very sweet and soft and they love us. This will not be a baby, it will be a very angry, very hungry creature that wants to eat us.”

“That’s kind of what human babies are like,” Charles mumbles.

“Human babies learn. This will not learn. Its first and last instincts will be to kill.”

Charles frowns, squirming.

“I can see in your head,” Max tells him, serious. “I know what you’re thinking.”

“It’s yours,” Charles says softly. “How can it be like that when it’s yours?”

Max sighs. He pets up Charles’ spine, a trail of shivers following in his wake. “I learned to be this way. You and I grew into this. We’re exceptional like that. We’re not the default.”

Warmth spreads through his chest. He likes that—that they’re exceptional, some outlier to a nature that didn’t suit either of them. When Max registers the feeling it’s doubled back on itself.

Charles swallows. “Okay,” he says, then licks his lips. “Okay, what’s going to happen?”

“I will be very hungry,” Max says. “I will be tired. I will gather my strength. When it is created, it will want to eat me, and then once it has done that it will probably want to eat you. You won’t be able to reason with it; it won’t know any French and it won’t care who you are, unless you’re a valid host, in which case it will probably kill you in a day or two because it won’t know how to take care of your body,” Max lists off. “So to prevent all of that I will just eat it before it fully forms.”

“You’ll eat it?”

“Yes, it’s very common for us to eat our young. My first memory was of almost getting eaten. It’s very normal.”

“Your parent tried to eat you?”

“Of course. I was too fast, though.”

Charles just stares.

“I promise you this is the best possible outcome,” Max assures him. “Do you understand?”

“Yes, I understand. Whatever you need,” Charles says faintly. “I just—I think I would have preferred the eggs, honestly.”

“I’m aware. Intimately aware.” Charles’ groan is muffled into the duvet as he pulls it over his face to smother himself.

[kitchenisking]

April Fic Rec❤️

Hey Guys! I know im late on the monthly rec. Im sorry. RL has been a bitch and I don't see that changing anytime soon, but hoping that if anyone else is going through crazy times that this might help. you guys are also getting a double today cuz its passover! Last year I posted a fic for the 7 days of passover and im going to do the same this year! and seeing how I missed the fist day, right after I post this rec, Im going to post passive day 1 so stay tuned! Love you all😘

Stiles Stilinski resident Tease. by TheBeastsWrite (orphan_account) - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 1254, sterek)

Prompt: Hi, can you make a sterek fic where derek is too afraid to go all the way with stiles for fear of hurting him so stiles makes a plan to turn him on all day by baking, doing chores, and saying certain things sexually until derek can't take it anymore?

The Heat Den by LeatherDearest - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 1612, sterek)

Adult omega Stiles wakes up to find himself locked away in a heat den, with a very possessive and happy alpha.

This is also my first time playing in this sandbox, so please be gentle.

Lay Your Head Down (I Won't Let The Boogeyman Come) by tabris - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 3141, sterek)

"I've kind of. Had this fantasy," Stiles says in a stumbling rush. "And seeing as this may be my last week ever in this room. Kind of a now or never thing. So. Um."

Derek drags his nose up the back of Stiles' neck, pulling him closer to his chest as he makes a questioning sound. 

Stiles takes a deep breath and holds it for a moment, then blurts out, "I just really want you to sneak in, pin me down, and start fucking me so when I wake up I can't do anything but lie there take it."

Phoenix by Unloyal_Olio - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 9376, sterek)

Stiles is a prince with a secret lost in war.

Like a Secret by rufflefeather - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 1644, sterek)

Stiles can't get it up in the aftermath of the whole Nogistune trauma.

Once I'm Done With You by ViragoWrites - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 3748, sterek)

And until recently, dying had never been something he feared. But he had something now, a pack, a home, things worth fighting for that weren’t centered on revenge. He had Stiles. Or he would, once one of them took the initiative and brought this thing that had been developing between them to light.

Or, the one where Derek finally makes a move on Stiles. And what a move it is.

Indelible by SylvieW - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 1978, sterek)

Stiles decided to get a fake tattoo of Derek’s name, as a prank. It does not go the way he expected.

Welcome Home, Baby Papa! by KaliopeShipsIt - (Rating: G, Words: 6420, sterek)

Ten days after Army soldier and family father Derek has left for his latest deployment, his mate Stiles gets some thoroughly unexpected news.

Six months later, the Alpha returns to a very big surprise.

Just for Now by linksofmemories_archive - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 8232, sterek)

“Your heart’s beating fast,” Derek said conversationally, the bastard.

“You’re an asshole.”

“You were going to attack an Alpha werewolf with a lacrosse stick.”

“It was to give me a chance to run.”

“How exactly?” Derek asked. “Show me.”

Fancy Seeing You Here by Anxiety_Baker02 - (Rating: T, Words: 8351, sterek)

To his left was a girl, curled up in the opposite corner and not looking at him, so, of course, he decided to talk to her first. He scooted over to the bars and crouched, trying to see her face. 

“Hello,” he said softly. “Hey, are you Cynthia? My name is Stiles, I’m gonna get you out of here.”

The girl had tensed at the sound of his voice, but when he said his name her head whipped up. Her eyes were sunken in and her cheeks were hollow, her hair matted and her face streaked with dirt, so it took Stiles a moment to recognize her. When he did, though, his eyes went wide and he had to blink a few times to make sure he was really awake; she was one of the few faces that had haunted his dreams for the past three years, the uncertainty of her fate giving his imagination fodder for both heartfelt reunions and terrible visions of torture. He vaguely spared a thought to the irony that the last time they had seen each other had also been in the basement of hunters.

OR:

Stiles lets himself get captured by an enemy and ends up locked in a weird-ass basement. He expected the rough treatment and the cage- what he didn't expect was to find two very familiar faces down there with him.

[dearest-painter]

Curiosity killed the cat…but satisfaction brought it back

TW/CW:Neko reader,Yandere behavior, unhealthy behavior,unhealthy relationship,abusive relationship,abusive behavior,Petting with consent,creepy behavior and speech,making Reader uncomfortable,Black cat Reader personality,Reader is sleep deprived and has seen shit,I DO NOT SUPPORT THIS BEHAVIOR ITS JUST FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES

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First day on the job would cause some to be nervous but for Y/N? It’s no big deal to them as A.their very observant but B.Their half cat so naturally their calm. Putting their tail in their pants and using an headband to force their ears to blend in their hair was easy. “Ah you must Y/N yes?” “Mhm..” Y/N always came off as a rude person but they weren’t,they were just very cautious and worried. “Im your partner Amy!” Y/N nodded. Amy was a sweet girl,energetic reminded them of a golden retriever. Y/N was very tired as they weren’t use to staying up during the day and mostly awake durning night but god hated them today.

“Now we already got a case so let’s go” Y/N nodded. “I’m driving” Amy just nodded as she gave Y/N the keys noticing all the scars on their arms and hands but said nothing as she didn’t wanna bring up sensitive topics. Once on the road Amy regret letting Y/N drive as they were speeding as if this was slow. “A-arent we going a bit to fast!?” “No we aren’t,we’re going at my slower pace but since it’s daytime and people are actually awake I have to go slow but I wanna solve this case fast so I can sleep” Amy nodded as she held onto her seatbelt for dear life.

Finally getting to the place the cop car doors slammed shut showing the typical bad cop good cop duo. Expect the bad cop,Y/N actually looked like they’ve seen shit and haven’t slept in five days which isn’t far off as they haven’t slept in three days. Amy fit the part of being the good cop. “Ah officers your here! Follow me!” Immediately seeing the body Amy gagged while Y/N just drank their coffee use to this from working in the BUA and NCIS. “Poor guy. Killed in his own garden then hung from a tree. Feel bad for him,don’t you Y/N? Y/N?” Amy turned to see Y/N wide eyes looking at the body. “Holy fuck that’s my high school math teacher! Micheal Jacksonville was the most hated teacher because he never used our 504 plans,yelled at us at the tiniest things,was super bitchy,and called us out for the tiniest things!”

“Wait d-“ “Yes I have an alibi,I was in the hospital with my cousin as the rest of her family couldn’t because they were sick and I felt bad so I cost her but let’s look around” Amy nodded her head as she and Y/N put on some gloves. While looking around Amy couldn’t help but feel so odd around Y/N even though they just met. She hated how anyone looked at them,she hated when Y/N mentioned another women,she wanted Y/N to be theirs but she just shook that thought away. Y/N’s tail twitched which made them groan as it hurt because of how close it was to their skin which usually wouldn’t be a problem unless it was skin and clothes which happened today. “You okay Y/N?” “Headache” “ah okay!” ‘Damn this girl believes anything I say,so gullible which is a bad thing’ Y/N decided to make sure Amy will be safe.

[valliantknight]

exhausted body + wide awake and active brain = is the worst combo.

its nearing 2am and im sooo tired and my eyes and head hurt bc they want sleep.

but my brain is going brrrrrrrrr think of all the creative thing we could do!!!!! all the ideas!!!!!!!!

[ikeupedia]

pairings. nonidol!jake x fem reader

sypnosis. reader gets hurt

wc. 0.4k

genre. comfort, angst

warnings. car crash, injuries

jake's pov:

i sat on the field waiting for y/n to arrive at our picnic

"she's 10 minutes late already.." maybe it got traffic? what if she stood me up? I'm going to chat her

--

j:hey you there?

j:where are you?

y/n: sorryy, its traffic here

j:okay ill wait for you hehe

y/n: sorry again!!

j: its alright

--

"okay she's just stuck on traffic" i let out a breath that i didnt know i was holding, hopefully she arrives soon..

y/n's pov:

"this goddamn traffic!" i say frustrated. i was so excited for our picnic yet this traffic had to ruin it!

"great now i'm late" i sighed, i look on the stoplight to see that it turned green

"finally.."i said to myself as my car finally starts to move forward, i'll let jake know that i'm close to the destination

--

y/n: im almost there

jake: okayy ill be waiting

--

as i look up from my phone, i saw a car moving towards me and then everything went black..

beep, beep, beep.

i was awaken by the sound of my heart monitor, what am i doing in the hospital?

I look around to see jake holding my hand with his head laying on the bed, how did he get here? And what happend to the picnic??!

"jake..?" i say as jake sturs a bit

"jake" i say for the second time trying to wake him up

"jake!" he jolts awake

"huh, what? What happend!" he says frantically "wait y/n?" he looks at me with wide eyes.

"oh my god you're awake!" he hugs me tightly. He then calls the doctors. after a few seconds the doctors and nurses come rushing in.

"its a miracle!"

"but how?"

"how do you feel ms. Y/n?"

"i feel a bit lightheaded but overall i feel fine, i just wanna know what happend"

"a drunk driver crashed on your car, its a miracle on how you were able to stay alive and wake up." the doctor exclaims

"oh god.." you say

"i'll leave you guys be" then the doctors proceeded to leave the room

"jake.. i'm sorry i couldnt go to our picnic.." i say feeling guilty

"You dont have to worry about that love.. its okay as long as you're fine"

"as long as you're here with me"

sweet jake 🥹🥹

[daydrinking75]

i hate hospitals. everyone's so miserable, and theres something wrong with everyone. a man just rolled by me with his foot inflated like a balloon; the woman sitting next to me is crying quietly while someone talks about what theyd like to post on their story. theres an out of place painting on the opposite wall, its a green lake that contrasts with the sterility of the walls, further exacerbated by how its a landscape painted on a tall thin canvas. some machine is beeping in the background, surprisingly consistent, and while nurses and emts briskly walk in and out of view i cant help but be reminded of my job, and how soul suckingly buerocratic it is. all work is. these people cant help all that much, they're just following protocols, while we wait, bitter, resentful, and restless for the promise of being helped. in the context of a system, of course, a system im watching slowly erode and be excavated by strangers whom i only know from posters and ads, motivated by what i can only imagine to be greed. politics is a deeply corrupted business, my mother said id do well in it, she said i have a silver tongue and knack for winning arguments with a calm, personless tone. out of everyone here my injury seems almost comical: i broke a nail. half of its ripped off, and it did hurt quite a bit but i didnt cry until we got to the er where i put on a show for pity points. and before i knew it i was genuinely crying. not from the pain, i took a hamdful of advil before i left the house to cope with it, but the shame. my egoism and entitlement, my laziness and penchant for disappointment, my fathers wide scared eyes when i told him what happened and where i was going.

"see you tomorrow. you'll be there all night."

"can you take care of the dog?"

"no."

i always remember and probably always will the day i came back from the hospital a few years back on thanksgiving, with bandaged wrists, tears in my eyes, and the taste of shame in my mouth, and the first thing he asked me when i walked through the door:

"who's going to pay for the ambulance?"

insurance did. it was 500$ though. but that moment replays in my head on a weekly basis. it reminds me of who i was raised by and what kind of person i share a house with. emotionally stunted is an understatement. i feel as though im hallucinating all this pain and someones about to pinch me awake. but they never do, and all im left with is the brief respite i find in the glow of a cigarette. speaking of which, i think i'll go have one now.