#need him to write another book so I can go crazy again

[geryone]

ok since you asked for dayspring thoughts.

deep inhale.

JESUS FUCKING CHRIST WHAT WAS THAT????? THAT WAS SO GOOD MY GODDDD OMG.......the mixture of shallow lust + mind-numbing devotion & all-consuming love my beloved !!!!! also was the narrator lazarus? because there are implications towards the end 🤔🤔🤔

i thought it was a little too long-drawn towards the end, but not annoyingly so. i mean. there are some books that drag on & on & on & no matter how good the prose is you sometimes want to throttle it !!!!! but dayspring was not as long-drawn as that so. thank u mr anthony oliveira !!!!!

also the vocab. man the VOCAB. i had to look up sooo many words up the dictionary and guess what i absolutely fuckin loved it !!!! got to know sooo many new words & syntax &c &c <33

but like. i think im a fujoshi at heart because when the scenes w jesus x narrator graphic fag sex came on i was sooo horny as well as simply unamused like. i was literally armand on the cuck chair ygwim??? + lots of asshole description. loved it.

also some of the lines......like.....grahhhhhh losing my mind !!!!!!!!!! something something the whole of my life before and since i have broken every promise i ever made so that i might more perfectly serve that one.......i was utterly lost i was utterly yours.......break my heart as many times as you need to i am yours here at last is the thing i was made for !!!!!!! KILL MEEEEE MR OLIVEIRA !!!!!!

some parts of it felt a little childish and immature but those were negligible as compared to the rest of the lovely, wonderful text. sometimes the writing felt too difficult (esp towards the end) but i felt like that was the vibe oliveira was going for (everything gets more complicated & fever dream-like as the narrator struggles to cope w life after jesus’ death, at least acc to my views) sooo not too many complaints overall !!!

exhale.

wow okay that felt good.

Hehehehehehe love seeing your thoughts!! This has been the book I can’t stop coming back to this year!! Definitely agree that there are various areas where it reads as childish & juvenile & that the ending felt feverish & hard to decipher at points!! I think the writing is at its best when it dives into the sections about love, devotion, & sex!! I was definitely most compelled by those parts & the parts about grief

[snowande]

My Senior

(Male x Male reader)

[Warning : no minors allowed , putting cum in drinks, somnophilia, just him being creepy]

Lumi's Note : Hi hi hi hope you enjoy this one! btw should I make a part two of this? If you guys want of course, also! If you want to request a fics or ask, my inbox is open! (Please I need to do something :') ).

Ethan was a freshman year on college in art major, on his walk to his class, Ethan catch of glimpse of you and you are a perfect man he ever seen, you were his senior.

You were kind and polite making his heart pumped, you were his muse, his sketch book is full of you, even a naked sketch, he has a art studio on his apartment and the canvas was all you. He was obsessed about you, his muse, his senior. he just want to touch you, to caress you... fucked you...

Ethan is now in class with his colleague, and the other seniors is here, helping his class with a project, and you were here too. Ethan's heart raced as he saw you walk into the classroom. He tried to focus on the project at hand, but his eyes kept drifting towards you.

He admired your every move, your every gesture. He imagined running his fingers through your hair, tracing the lines of your face, and feeling your body against his.

As the class went on, Ethan watched as you moved about the classroom, helping his classmates with their project. He couldn't take his eyes off of you, his heart racing with each glance.

His heart skipped a beat every time you bent over to explain something to his colleagues. He couldn't help but imagine you in that same position, but his hands gripping your hips. He knew he needed to calm down, but being this close to you was driving him crazy.

As you approached his table, Ethan's hands shook slightly as he tried to maintain his composure. He looked up at you with those doe eyes, a small smile playing on his lips. "S-senior... I was having some trouble with this part of the project. Could you... help me?"

You leaned over his desk to look at his work, giving him a view of your back. He swallowed hard as his mind went dirty. "Oh it's like this...." you murmured softly, your face close to his paper.

He could smell your cologne.

feel your breath.

He gets hard.

"Do you get it now?" You asked softly. He snap out from his mind when you ask him and nodded, "Yes, Senior... I got it." He watched you straighten up, his eyes dropping to your backside. He quickly averted his gaze.

As you walked away to help another colleague, Ethan let out a shaky breath. He quickly adjusted his pants under the desk, hoping no one noticed his erection. He tried to calm down, but your scent was still lingering on the air, driving him crazy. Suddenly, an idea popped into his mind.

Maybe... Maybe! he can ask you help him with his unfinished project at his apartment, Ethan hear that you always help your underclassmen, so it's worth a shot, just thinking about you... You! YOU in his apartment, just alone together.

"Senior..." he called out as when you go to his table again, "I'm struggling with this part actually... Do you have some time tomorrow evening? Would you... would you mind helping me at my apartment? I can make coffee..."

He watched your expression carefully, his heart pounding in his chest. "If it's not too much trouble, of course..." He said to you. The idea seemed risky but perfect, having you alone in his apartment was every part of his twisted fantasy. He tried to appear casual, shrugging lightly as if it was a routine request.

You seemed to consider his request for a moment, and then nodded slowly. "Sure, Ethan. I can come by your apartment after class tomorrow. Just text me the address and the time," you said calmly, writing down his project details with a pen. Ethan's heart raced with excitement and anticipation.

OH YOU! YOU!YOU! GOING TO HIS APARTMENT!!!

As the day wore on, Ethan found it impossible to concentrate. Every time you bent over to help another student, his mind would wander, and he'd have to adjust himself discreetly. He couldn't believe his luck, you were actually going to be in his apartment, alone with Him.

Finally, the class ended. Ethan quickly packed his things, his hands shaking with excitement. He sent you a text with his address and the time 6 PM sharp. He spent the rest of the afternoon cleaning his apartment, making sure everything was perfect for your arrival.

He anxiously paced his living room as the clock approached 6 PM. He had set out his unfinished project prominently, hiding the disturbing artwork of you behind closed doors. Glancing at his reflection in the hallway mirror, he smoothed his hair and straightened his shirt, wanting to look his best.

The there's a knock at the his door. His heart races as he opens it, trying to compose himself. "You're right on time," he says, stepping aside to let you in. As you enter, he closes the door behind you, locking it softly.

He leads you to the living room, gesturing towards the unfinished project spread out on the coffee table. "So, as I mentioned, I'm really struggling with this part," he says, his voice barely hiding his nervousness. He sits down next to you on the couch, intentionally sitting closer than necessary.

"Umm would... would you like something to drink?" he asks smoothly, already moving towards the kitchen. "I have water, soda and coffe..." he trails off. "ah can I have some coffee please? if you have any of course," you reply back to Ethan

At the kitchen he brew the coffee and grab a creamer for him but for you, he will give a special 'creamer' to your coffee. He quickly glances back to ensure you're not looking and takes a moment to adjust himself, unzipping his pants slightly. He put your mug under his cock, and he started to Stroke his cock slowly.

he started to go faster and silently groan, and thinking about you, under him moaning his name pathetically. he's almost there, his hand moving faster and faster as he can't wait you to drink his creation. He bites his lip to stifle a moan, his cock throbbing in his hand. Suddenly, he cums hard, shooting thick ropes of cum into your coffee mug.

He catches his breath, wiping his hand on his pants. He stirs the coffee mug thoroughly, making sure his cum is well mixed in. He carries the two mugs back to the living room, acting casual as he sits down next to you, handing you your coffee.

You take a sip of the coffee, oblivious to what he done to yout coffee. Ethan watches you intently, his eyes flickering with a dark satisfaction as he sees you drink his seed. He takes a sip of his own coffee, trying to act normal. "Is the coffee okay?"

You nod, taking another sip. "It's good, thanks," you say, completely unaware of his sickening act. He smiles, feeling a twisted sense of satisfaction. "I'm glad you like it" he replies, his eyes never leaving your lips as you drink from the mug.

As the two of you work on the project, Ethan can't help but steal glances at you, his mind filled with dark and twisted thoughts. Every time you take a sip of your coffee, he feels a surge of power and satisfaction.

Ethan leans back, exhaling with relief as the project is finally completed. He glances at your now empty coffee mug with a secret smirk, proud of his subtle yet deviant success. "All done!" You says, Ethan look at you, his heart races with the thrill of what he's done.

He stands up, stretching his arms above his head,he walks over to the kitchen, rinsing out the coffee mugs. As he turns around, he catches you yawning and rubbing your eyes. "Tired?" "Yeah... I should go home now, but it's kinda late... , I don't know if the bus is out now" you reply.

Ethan's eyes light up at your words, barely concealing his delight. He glances at the clock, nodding slowly. "Actually, the last bus left over an hour ago. You're probably stuck here tonight,"

He walks back into the living room, leaning against the doorway"You can sleep in the guest room if you want. It's late, and it wouldn't be safe for you to try and find a ride home now."

"Ah really? I don't want to burden you..." you said to Ethan, He waves his hand dismissively, a slight smirk tugging at his lips. "It's no burden at all. Really." He moves closer to you, "Besides, I have extra blankets and pillows. The guest room's pretty comfortable."

You yawn again, your body feeling suddenly heavy and tired. "Okay... You're sure it's no trouble?" You ask sleepily. Ethan watches you intently, noting your tired movements. "No trouble at all," He assures you, his mind buzzing with dark thoughts.

Hours later, as silence settles over the darkened apartment, Ethan slowly opens the guest room door. He peers in at your sleeping form, a glint of madness in his eyes. Stealthily, he approaches the bed, hovering over you. His breathing grows heavy as he watches your chest rise and fall.

With a wicked smirk, Ethan gently moves the blanket covering you, exposing your sleeping form. His eyes roam hungrily over your body, pausing at your neck. He leans closer, inhaling your scent deeply, a shudder of twisted desire running through him knowing you're helplessly asleep.

Ethan's heart pounds in his chest as he watches your peaceful face, his twisted thoughts racing. Without a second thought, he leans down and presses his lips against yours in a gentle kiss. He backs away quickly, shocked at his own boldness, yet unable to wipe the satisfied smile from his face.

His eyes gleam with excitement as he leans back in, pressing his lips against yours once again. This time, his kiss is not as gentle as the first time. He kissed you passionately, his fingers trailing down your neck and collarbone, exploring your sleeping form with his greedy hands.

You unconsciously part your lips slightly, allowing him deeper access. He growls softly, taking full advantage and pushing his tongue inside your mouth. He kisses you deeply, his hands sliding down your sides, your hips. He hoovers over you.

Ethan breaks the kiss, panting heavily. His eyes are wild with lust and madness as he stares down at your helpless form. He traces your bottom lip with his thumb, a dark chuckle escaping him. "You taste even better than I imagined,"

His breath hitches as he releases himself from his pants, his large, hard length springing free. He wraps his fingers around himself tightly, stroking himself furiously as he looks down at your face. He bites his lip, stifling a groan as he pleasures himself to the sight of you. His eyes roam over your body, imagining all the things he wants to do to you. He increases his pace, his breathing growing ragged. He's close, so close... .

He's panting now, his face contorted with pleasure as he looks down at your sleeping form. He's so close to the edge, he can feel it building. He reaches out and touches your face gently with his free hand, his thumb brushing your cheek as he jerks off faster.

"Fuck!" He silently curse, His finger traces your lips gently as he finally reaches his release, hot liquid spurting out onto your sleeping face. He pants heavily, his chest heaving as he looks down at his handiwork, his seed dripping down your cheeks and lips.

He watches you for a moment longer, his eyes wide with amazement and satisfaction, before finally stuffing himself back into his pants. He hesitates for a moment, debating whether to wipe the mess off your face or not.

With a heavy sigh of reluctance, Ethan pulls a handheld towel from his pocket and gently dabs at your face, cleaning off the evidence of his dark deed. He takes care not to wake you, his movements precise yet reluctant. "Such a shame," he murmurs under his breath.

He watches you for a moment longer, his eyes taking in every inch of your sleeping face. He leans down one last time, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead before backing away and disappearing into the shadows. "Until next time," he whispers before slipping out of the room and disappearing into the night.

In the morning you woke up, sleeping well in the guest room, your stomach growls in hungry for food, you slowly walk out of the room and go to the kitchen and see Ethan makes breakfast. As you enter the kitchen, you're greeted by the smell of fresh coffee and the sizzle of bacon. Ethan is busy preparing breakfast, humming softly to himself.

He turns to greet you with a warm smile, his eyes lingering on your face for a moment longer than necessary. After eating breakfast you ask Ethan to join you go to college together, just the two of you.

"Sure," Ethan grins, grabbing his bag. He watches you intently as you get ready, his eyes darkening slightly as you bend over to tie your shoes, giving him a perfect view of your backside. He swallows hard. adjusting himself. calm himself and he walks with you to the bus.

During the bus ride, Ethan keeps the conversation light and engaging. He asks about your classes, your interests, and even shares some of his own experiences as a senior. His charm is on full display, making you feel comfortable and at ease.

As you arrive at college, Ethan walks you to your first class, his hand lightly touching your back. He waits until you're inside before turning to leave, but not before glancing back at you with a smile that sends a shiver down your spine. "See you later,"

He watches as you disappear into the classroom, his heart fluttering in his chest. He can't believe how close he is to having you all to himself. He spends the day attending his classes, but his mind is preoccupied with thoughts of you.

Maybe in his next plan he'll have you stay permanently in his apartment. And be his finally. until next time now... My dear senior...

This picture is from Pinterest uzumaki Naruto

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[orphiclovers]

Actually I'm not done talking about yoohankim's awful digital footprint pre-scenarios. Kim Dokja gets a lot of flack for being chronically online and cringe and that's fair enough but let's just acknowledge that neither Yoo Joonghyuk or Han Sooyoung are ANY better.

For Han Sooyoung it's obvious. Despite having her own sucessful webnovel, presumably with fans who support her, she gets obsessed with her one hater who thinks she is a plagiarist, finds the "original" novel where this guy was the only commenter on every chapter, and instead of reading her own comments she spends her time reading HIS and imagining he's saying that about her writing. She does this for years. DERANGED BEHAVIOUR. Pre-scenarios Han Sooyoung has no excuse to be acting this crazy. Sent to internet jail for being weird online.

1863rd Han Sooyoung. Automatically get a pass to act unhinged bc after going through the apocalypse that's just expected and also the only person she talks to for 13 years is Kim Dokja and a creepy old man who calls her god, BUT. That being said she's a perfectly average and healthy internet user! Spends literally every waking moment writing a shitty webnovel so hard pieces of her soul chip away and infuse in it, sure, but she doesn't bother anyone, just does her own thing, posts the chapters and occasionally chats with her one commenter. The most normal one here. Somehow.

Kim Dokja. Big fan of a webnovel and can get intense about it sometimes, starts fights online defending his fave character, recommends the same novel so much he gets banned from forums, whatever. WE'VE ALL BEEN THERE IS WHAT IM SAYING. This is nothing too crazy, only about the level of an average fandom superfan. Uses his real name online which is certainly a choice but some people do that in real life too. Giving him a pass, I was also a cringey emo teen on the internet once. (and im still cringe and emo)

Yoo Joonghyuk as seen in Yoo Mia side story. Absolutely glued to his phone. He checks it while eating breakfast, while in the car being driven to work, while literally walking down the street so that Yoo Mia has to tell him to put it away and hold her hand! He is basically addicted to reading hate comments about himself. In his narration he mentions that there are only a few regulars in the forums he lurks in and that he recognizes all their usernames, accidentally revealing that he's in too deep and officially lost in the sauce. Even his manager tells him he should stop reading the comments because they clearly upset him, but he justifies it to himself by thinking quote, "If someone has a grudge against him, he just needs to be prepared to face that hatred. Then everything is under his control."  That last line especially is such a cope, and reveals that this behavior is another one of his desperate attempts to feel in control of his life, and as pathetic as that is and as much as I feel sympathy this is being weird online and I'm sending him to Internet jail.

Bonus round: Secretive Plotter. Need I say anything. Absolutely glued to his phone AGAIN, no it doesn't make it better that sometimes it's his kkomas instead of him. Canonically has a bound book of every single comment Kim Dokja ever left on WOS, printed out, which is more freak mode than even Han Sooyoung went. Straight to jail.

[howtofightwrite]

How much would a broken rib debilitate an inexperienced person in a life or death fight?

I’m trying to write my character’s (a 15-year-old, untrained librarian) first experience with serious violence (not his first time getting hit ever though, his travelling companion plays rough with him but obviously not with the intention to seriously hurt him) and being on the receiving end of a bandit attack. He gets grabbed by his hair and after he stomps on and breaking a couple of the bandit’s toes, the bandit gets angry and knees him in the stomach, breaking his rib and knocking the wind out of him while keeping his grip on his hair so he can’t double over properly.

Afterwards he’s slammed onto his back a couple times, which I imagine would send him into further pain as it jostles his injured rib. My question is, especially considering he’s completely untrained and this is his first experience with a broken bone and being attacked by someone with the intention to injure him, would the pain be great enough that he shouldn’t be able to fight back at all, or would the adrenaline of the life or death situation be enough that he could at least put up a struggle? I’ve personally only sprained my ankle, so I don’t know how incapacitating a broken bone would be, and with how vulnerable I want my character to come across, I really wanna make sure I get it right.

So, not speaking from personal experience, but no matter how much training you have, you can't “power through” a broken bone.

In the case of your ribs, don't worry, it will only cause debilitating problems if you want to do unimportant things, like breathing, or getting hit anywhere in the torso, or moving parts of your body that are connected to your torso. Again, you really can't power through that. In a situation like the one described, it's not a guaranteed death sentence, but, it's close enough.

I should probably add, this isn't because, of the broken rib per se, but, that rib is not doing them any favors. What it will ensure is that your character cannot defend themselves against their attackers. Given the attackers want to cause harm, they're going to be able to do that pretty effectively.

And it gets worse. Normally your ribs protect your internal organs from being damaged. When one of those ribs is broken, it becomes a bone shard perfectly positioned for puncturing internal organs. So taking blows to a broken rib can easily result in serious internal bleeding, and death.

To paraphrase an old joke, broken ribs are nature's way of telling you to slow down. They're not going to be able to fight back (or, really, engage in many physically intensive activities.) If someone wants to make them hurt, the hard part is living through the attack at all.

If you want a superficial break that you can (sort of) power through, a broken nose is one of the best options. It will bleed like crazy, but outside of a freak accident, it's very survivable, and looks a lot worse than it actually is. Broken fingers are another legitimate option, and there's a lot of ways that can happen. It will make it harder for them to handle a book afterwards, meaning it's the kind of damage that will stick with them throughout the rest of the story (and their lives, if they're not properly set.) Breaking a rib? That's going to need medical attention, and they're not doing anything meaningful while it heals. It can work if someone else pulls their attacker off of them, but they're not digging themselves out of this one on their own.

-Starke

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[bluublu-blub]

yan! ex husband (pt. 2)

was supposed to write something on Wednesday but i was still sick. i think i have the worst luck since june came but i am feeling a lot better now. i was almost sent to the hospital but it's a good thing, i wasn't. here is the update for you guys, sorry for the long wait.

He's crazy. 

You looked as he gripped on the divorce papers with so much ferocity that you had ever seen him. He's diligently and quickly reading the fine print as his hands shake from gripping on it. It feels as though you are watching a man descend to madness.

It made you step back away from him.

Then, the paper falls from his grip.

You took one step back further.

"I..." He started. "No... Why?" Now, he is staring at you like you had wronged him when he is the one who left you hanging for years!

"Just sign it." 

"No!" He looked at you with pleading eyes. "I can still fix this. What do I need to do? Do I need to earn more? Spend money on you? What should I do?"

You took a deep breath before looking at him with cold eyes. "Nothing."

"Nothing...?" He repeated softly.

"I don't need anything from you." You stated. "Just sign it."

"But... I..." He looked down at the paper, tears slowly filling up in his eyes. 

You gave him a little push as you bent down in front of him, giving him the pen and pushing the divorce papers in his face. "C'mon, sign this as a last token of your appreciation for me." 

Holding his shaking hand towards the paper, you gave him a smile as he stared at you through his tears. "I..."

"If you still have love left inside your heart, sign the paper."

That was the last time you ever saw him. As soon as he signed his signature, you dropped your smile and left him. Not before telling him your parting words.

"We shouldn't have wasted our time together." You didn't turn back to look at him. "Especially when you only think for yourself."

It's over.

He repeated those words in his mind again and again as he was left hanging at your shared apartment. The pen that he used to sign your divorce paper was left forgotten in the ground. He could only stare emotionless at the wall as he slowly processed what had happened to him.

It's over.

He had arrived at home from his residency. Early for change and excited to rest and spend time with you. He's eager to try your cooking after years of hospital food. 

It's over.

He could hear his own breathing.

He could still feel the tears in his face.

He could barely move.

He could remember your face for the last time.

It's over.

Time must've passed by, the window no longer emitted the light from the sun but he still remain on his place as he thought back on how could he fucked up.

He didn't cheat.

He didn't do anything wrong.

He is always there for you.

There's no reason for divorce.

It's over.

He doesn't know what day it is. But, he had managed to find strength to move and go to work because you wouldn't want a useless husband, right? 

This… this will pass. 

You will be back and everything will be okay.

It's not over yet.

He doesn't really remember what actually happened. He looked at the spot next to his side of the bed, wondering when you would be home. He shrugged, laying on his side as he hugged your pillow to make up for your lack of presence. 

(He also doesn't remember when was the last time you two had a date.)

(He also doesn't remember when it was your birthday and your anniversary.)

(He also doesn't remember what your job is.)

(He also doesn't remember your favorite music as of late.)

(He doesn't remember if you bought a new book and a new plushie.)

(He doesn't remember what your current comfort food.)

He went to sleep, not remembering a thing.

It hits him that you weren't coming back when he saw you at a cafe in a different part of the country. He was at a seminar when caught wind of you and almost called your name when he saw you with another person.

So, he watched you in the distance as he greedily tried to memorize your current appearance. 

Then, he remembered. 

Suddenly, he felt he was in your shared apartment again —on the floor, crying for you. 

He remembered that you weren't coming back to him. 

That's fine. 

He continued to observe you. The lease for your shared apartment is expiring soon, he had already bought a house for the both of you. It will not trouble him trying to talk sense to you. He won't be an absent husband —he changed, he will take care of you now. He learned his lessons.

It's time for you to go back to him, please.

He followed you when you parted ways with your little friend. He will take care of that guy later but he needs to take care of you first.

Lovingly.

He slowly and cautiously walked towards you. Appearing harmless to you with a smile and a wave.

“Hey,” he greeted you. 

He soaked up all of your attention as your eyes widened in surprise.

“What are you doing here?” You glared at him.

He put his arms up as if to show you he means no harm. “I have a seminar in this area.” 

You glared more.

“I was surprised to see you so I figured I could go and say my greetings to you.”

“Well you already did,” you snapped back at him. “Leave.”

“Let’s catch up first, darling.” He purred. “I have words to say to you.”

“Leave.”

“Don't be heartless.” He quipped. “It reminded me of the time you forced me to sign out divorce papers.”

You are always smart, aren't you? He chuckled as he watched your expression drop into nervousness while still staring at him with such intense eyes.

But, he knows you.

You wouldn't dare cause a scene in public.

“Fine. I am picking where we are going.”

He smiled even wider when you scoffed at him.

So cute.

He would not let you go now.

i wished i have managed to captured the essence of the descend to insanity and mc's personality. mc isn't a good person and neither is yan! ex for that matter but that makes them human in a way —and i wanna try and capture that feeling. in a way, mc was passive during their relationship together and yan! ex was too complacent that he could fucked up and mc would accept him either way. but, that's not how it works out for him and he's in denial for that. one could argue that they could've talk and communicate with each other —it will work out but mc needed to leave in order to grow. yan! ex just didn't get that nor does he want that.

[nostalgiaforplacesweneverknew]

todd stevens hc what will he do when the reader is his new member

Todd Stevens x fem!Reader | 0.7k | Fluffy, frat bros being frat bros, I honestly don’t know much about fraternities as they aren’t commonplace where I’m from so excuse me if none of this is accurate, a little suggestive near the end.

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 ▹ I am new to writing requests so sorry if this isn’t what you were looking for, but I had fun with this. Thanks for sending this in!

It’s the first year that Kappa Nu Alpha is letting women into the fraternity, and while you aren’t the only one, Todd zeroes in on you right away.

He’s addressing all you freshmen with his arms crossed, scanning the line formation you’re standing in, but everything falls quiet when his eyes reach you. He does a full stop—no more scanning, no more talking, it doesn’t even look like he’s breathing.

You’ve heard about Todd Stevens, even seen him around campus a few times. He’s always polite, cordial… eloquent; nobody has ever heard him say a crude word or make a lewd comment like his fraternity brothers do.

But he’s still the president of KNA… so you know he can’t be totally innocent. You regard him the same way you would a wolf in sheep’s clothing, waiting for him to reveal his true colours now that you’re within the privacy of the frat house.

What you don’t know is that Todd is instantly obsessed with you.

He initially wasn’t thrilled about having to let girls into the frat because he can already foresee a whole shit ton of problems with it, but luckily you girls won’t be staying in the same residence. Then he sees you and he’s cursing the fact that you won’t be sleeping under the same roof, wonders whether there are any strings he can pull.

But of course, his frat brothers start catcalling and being super gross, screaming at you to flash a little skin and smile for them. You shrink back in disgust and a little bit of fear, and Todd’s rearing back to level them with the hardest stare. All of them fall silent right away, he doesn’t even have to say anything and the message is clear.

Mess with any of the new pledges, you in particular, and they’d have to answer to him.

Over time though, the harrassment tapers off. The few stragglers who still try to give you a hard time are scolded by the others, who hiss not so quietly that you’re off limits. “Are you fucking crazy? She’s Todd’s girl.”

Some of the more stubborn ones who insist on making you uncomfortable are soon gone, kicked out of the frat altogether. After that, you are treated differently. The second you come by the main house, the guys are telling you where Todd is.

“Sorry but he’s not here today, Sis! Wanna leave a message?” or “He’s upstairs in his room, you can go right on up.”

Everyone is on their best behaviour when you’re around, standing at attention and almost saluting when you walk by, even the ones who used to be notorious for causing trouble. They have Todd keep you away from the house while they go on their usual benders.

He takes you out on the town himself, just to make sure you don’t wander curiously back there when he’s not looking. He wants to keep you away from all that crap as much as he can. While you’re in his car and he’s taking you out to another cafe, you insist that these aren’t dates, while he argues that it technically is because he never lets you pay or even split the bill. You fight him over the bill that night and fail once again.

And even though Todd’s been known to take another student under his wing every now and then, he’s the one who follows you around campus like some big, overprotective guard dog.

He’ll casually take your books and carry them for you as he walks you to class, makes you promise to text him if you ever need a ride anywhere (he doesn’t leave you alone until you do), and then pops over to the neighbouring house where all the girls stay because he “wanted to check in, see if you ladies needed anything.”

But even though he addresses everyone, he’s only looking at you... like this:

(He puts that tongue to very good use later, after he’s asked you out on an official date for like the fifth time and you’ve finally said yes.)

Bonus: sometimes you’re being a brat on purpose, just to see if Todd might finally lose his temper with you… but then he’s cracking up because he just thinks you’re so cute <3 (see this gifset)

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Hiii Mari!!!(can I call you that?)

Ugh I have so many ideas in my brain🥲

But what about Bucky, Steve, Sam, and Tony (+anyone else you might wanna add) with an s/o who's got adhd? Not the like, "extroverted" 24/7 adhd, but where they js get random bursts of talkative adhd and stuff?

Or, another separate little idea, them with an s/o who's uncomfortable with alcohol? I feel like its a bit of an interesting concept with Tony cuz he's had plenty of moments where he's drinking in the mcu

Those are the only two I'll bother you with for now until random thouvhts come to me again<3

Please remember to take breaks, have a bite to eat, drink water, and have a nap when you need it!!!<3<3<3 appreciate you<3<3<3

(*noms you lovingly<3*)

gahhhhhhhhh I am so very sorry that it took me this long to write this (21 days is like three weeks so oopsies) but yes here it is

i did not write the alcohol prompt, i don’t have a lot of experience with alcohol honestly lol

and yeah, you can call me mari!! that’s cute as hell

my mini multiverse of madness…

ADHD Headcannons (Steve, Bucky, Sam, Tony)

word count: 0.6k+

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Steve 

Steve is a patient soul. He is a thinker and a listener first, and it’s only when he’s perfectly worded a response that he decides to speak. Everything that he does, no matter how impulsive it may seem, has had a lot of his thoughts poured into it. And when he hears you ramble, random and excited, it surprises him. And he loves listening to it. 

He is so on board for every little thing you’re into. You got super into cars and he started leaving F1 on on the TV until you started watching it and learning all about it. He’d figured you’d like it. And you ramble about it, explain every little rule and detail and decision, and Steve listens carefully, like he has all of the time in the world and nothing he’d rather be doing. 

When you move on, he’s unbothered. Next phase it is!

 Bucky 

Bucky is brooding and quiet. Also a huge literature nerd. When he gets into things, he thinks about them constantly, yet he never shares them with anybody. Then he gets to know you. And damn, it’s so fun!! You ramble and share and tell him about the things you’re into, and he gets invested. You started watching this cop show, and he’s never seen a single episode. But when he gets home from work, he expects a full recap from you, and he’s invested now. 

You eventually convince him to share more about the stuff that he’s into, so he compiles a list of a bunch of his favorite books and some things on his to be read and together, you start a two person bookclub.

You get into his books and the two of you go on tangents about what different things mean. It’s his very favorite thing. 

Sam

Sam is loud and rambunctious and playful. He shares and he listens already. But he loves it when you get going talking about something. He jokes that there’s little buzzwords that no one knows that get you rambling about something. One time, he mentioned the words “ten dollar” and you got on a rant about Hamilton. He listened very intently, very amused, for about five minutes, and then couldn’t help but chuckle.

He now has a list of buzzwords on the notes app on his phone and you cannot fight me on this.

Sam playfully teases you a bit about this, but he genuinely doesn’t mind, and he knows what you’re sensitive about and is careful to avoid that when he’s gently teasing you about things. 

Overall, though, Sam is a very sweet, funny, playful, and endearing guy and he is more than happy to listen to you rant. 

Tony

Tony, honestly? He’s the same damn way. 

You both just get very talkative randomly and you’re both extremely sarcastic. You both get very intense hyperfixations and it’s all you can think about. It drives everybody else freaking crazy because, while you do handle Tony better than anyone else on the planet, you are also shockingly alike. 

One time, Tony had the gall to ask Steve, “is that what I act like?” after you showed them your diorama of the music industry. It made Steve laugh and nod enthusiastically, “yes!” Tony chuckled, and insisted that it was much more endearing coming from you. 

When the two of you both got hyper fixated on this one specific robot model though? HOLY HELL.

Fury laughed and said, “if only I could get you two to work like that on half the S.H.I.E.L.D. missions.”

You two are adorable. 

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Staying Awake

Summary; you refuse to sleep when sad

Warnings: fluff, hurt/comfort, depression

A/N: currently in a really bad PMDD flare up and need to feel something before I can sleep. It’s nearly 2am. I just want to sleep.

You knew you should have gone to bed hours ago. Wanted to go to sleep when your eyes were heavy and you were having a yawning fit 30 minutes ago. Yet still you couldn’t bring yourself to put the book in your hands down, pull your butt up off the sofa cushions and drag yourself to bed.

“Hey, what you still doing up?” his voice asked groggily as his bare feet padded across the hard wood floor on his way to the kitchen for a glass of water.

“Uhhhhgggg!” you groaned in frustration, your book falling closed in your lap as you flopped your head back on the sofa cushions behind you.

“What is it?” he asked, making his way over to you with not just one glass of water but two. One for him and one for you.

He handed it off to you and you gave him a small thanks before taking a few sips from the glass.

“Come on, out with it.” he said as he took a perch on the sofa next to you. “Tell me why you aren’t in bed yet.”

“Uhhhggg.” you groaned again. “It’s just,” you hesitated a second, worried you were gonna sound totally crazy, but knowing you could trust Joaquin- and that he’d never look at you that way- you decide to just tell him. “I can’t go to sleep sad. I need to find something that’s gonna give me that boost so I can go to sleep happy and satisfied.”

“And your books not doing that?” he asked skeptically.

“Uhhgg, no.” you grunt and whine again. “I mean it was for a little, but then I wanted to keep reading- but now I’m in the slump again.”

He paused a moment, his thumb rubbing back and forth on the glass in his hand as he thought. “You struggling with your head again?” he asked.

“Yeah.” you sighed. “I don’t even know why? I’m going to therapy. I’m not due on my period for another like- two weeks. I have you. I LOVE my job. I just don’t get it.”

“Okay, okay. Well, tomorrow we can call up the doctors and see if we can get you another appointment and see if there’s something else going on.” he said, hoping a plan of action will make you feel heard and your feelings validated in this moment.

“I just-“ your voice grew small as the feeling of that giant hole that had seemed to have torn open inside of you niggled yet again. “I just feel so empty.” you confided, tears beginning to well in your eyes.

That pit just felt bottomless. Like nothing you tried to feed it would suffice. It was draining. It was tiring. But that old saying about arguments always played on your mind, making sleep elusive and leaving you frustrated. Never go to bed angry, it said and you figured it was the same for sadness. Go to sleep sad and empty, you’ll just wake up sad and empty still. And to start a day like that sounds counter productive. If you start off a day feeling bad, it’s hard to shift that and before you know it the whole thing is a write off.

“Well, why don’t we go to bed. We can cuddle in the dark and I’ll do that brushy thing with my fingers on your back you like and we can just talk for a little bit about all the things we want to do this year. Trips and holidays and activities. People we want to see. Places to visit. Focus on some hope for the days to come you can’t see yet.”

“That sounds nice.” you sighed, content with that idea, your eyes softening and narrowing like a happy cat.

“Okay, come on then night owl. Let’s get you to bed.”

“Joaquin?” you said as he began to stand.

“Yeah?” he looked back at you.

“I love you.”

“And I love you too. Now come on, it’s nearly 2am, let’s go to bed.”

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

Can i please request a sleep token HC (kinda long tho) about how the boys would be with a pregnant girlfriend? on my period rn and my hormones going crazy 😛💜

You and I both sis… I was waiting till someone popped something like this into my ask. Got to hold onto my ovaries with both hands.

Vessel

Vessy… right he is a nervous wreck. Anything you do, any facial expression, anything can and will send him into panic mode. Let’s not go back to the time when he walked into the kitchen to find you on top of a kitchen counter looking through cupboards. “I’m saying this with love”, he says softly, making you jump slightly only to feel his hands against your back. “You get down or I swear…”, he grunts, carefully lifting you up. “Did you lose your mind?”, he whisper shouts. “I just wanted a cookie”, you try to give him sad puppy dog eyes. “I can get you a dang cookie without you breaking your dang neck”, he shakes his head. “You were busy”, you point out, “Never too busy for you. Never do that again”, Vessel points a warning finger at you. “You’re both okay?”, his tone is softer now as he looks you over. “We’re okay. Just…”, you bite your lip. “Just what?”, “Can I have a cookie?”, you smile at him. Vessel just shakes his head, reaching his hand yo as he pulls the box out, “Yes, you can have your cookie”.

He’s always your hype man. Even when you can’t fit into anything but his shirts, he still makes sure that you know how beautiful you are. “I feel like an elephant”, you whine, wobbling out of the bedroom. Yet all Vessel can do is smile as he looks at you. “I love the fit. Sweatpants are cute and my shirt looks adorable on you”, he reaches for you bringing you closer to him. “I want to wear pants, not sweatpants, it’s so not cute”, you frown. “ii could write you a whole book on why sweatpants are better than pants”, Vessel chuckles managing to pull a smile out of you.

Vessel is also big on singing to the baby but not all the “sad and depressing shit I scream at the arenas”, his words. Even if you hum sleep token constantly. I feel like he would sit down and prerecord a little lullaby mix for the baby. So even before the birth, the only way to stop the insane kicking at night is for Vessel to sing. So you are nudging his shoulder slightly after trying to find peace the past two hours. “Vess”, you mutter, he stirs instantly. “Are you in labor?”, he sits up, “No, no… just need you to sing”, you say softly.

He runs a hand over his face, blinking a couple of times as he chases the sleep away. “Is sprout misbehaving again?”, leaning in he presses his big palm against your stomach. “I think your kid just wants to have a dance parties constantly”, you chuckle. “We talked about this, mommy needs sleep”, he whispers against your stomach, kissing all over the skin, earning a handful of kicks. “Dance parties for after when you’re no longer hurting mommy”, he taps at your stomach before looking up, “Get comfortable, I’ll sing sprout to sleep”, you let your body sink into the plush sheets, close your eyes as your boyfriend’s heavenly voice fills the early morning silence.

ii

Low-key planned. Like you weren’t like yeah we are having a kid but you also weren’t using protection so when you put two and two together it makes four easily. He goes full caveman mode. I swear to god you can’t do anything around the house. He comes home with a bag full of pregnancy books and now every night before bed he sits there reading them.

From the moment you tell him, he loves to have his arms around you. Out having dinner with some of your friends, ii’s arm is wrapped around your middle as he pulls you closer to him, letting his palm rest on the slight swell there. “You’re good?”, he would ask a thousand times that night, “Want anything?”, you would look up smiling at him, shaking your head softly until your eyes fell on a fried snack plate the waitress was carrying to another table. “I’ll get you one”, he chuckles, raising his hand. “No, ii, we all just had dinner”, you whine, not wanting your slight craving to look outrageous. “It’s fine, boys are still having beers, trust me they will help you finish it”, he kisses the side of your head lovingly.

Yeah, nothing beats the joy of watching you kicking your feet happily as you munch on fried mac and cheese bites. After seeing you avoiding food the first month because of the nausea, now that you finally started craving things, he’s on high alert to make sure they all are satisfied. “Yn, these are yours”, iii pushes the rest of the mac and cheese balls your way. “Come on guys, eat”, you urge them. “Let me win cool uncle points here”, iii chuckles, making ii smile too. “I mean, hun, I can get you a pie”, iv chirps in, making you raise an eyebrow. “The salted caramel one we saw the other day”, he points out making you grunt, “yeah, that…”, you lick your lips. “We’ll stop on our way back”, iv winks your way, “I hate you”, iii shakes his head pushing Ivy slightly as everyone chuckles.

And then i beg you don’t get me started on how I think he would gently drum his fingers on your bump. Especially once the little one starts kicking. You’d be in bed reading or watching something on the sofa. II would lay on the side of you, pushing your shirt up, leaning down to leave a couple of kisses over your skin. Your fingers without a second thought move to run through his hair. You usually always left him to his antics. It was his way of bonding with the little one. After a hushed conversation, he would start tapping out beats. “So first or second one?”, he would ask quietly making you turn to him. Little foot pressing into where I’s fingers just was. “First one?”, he asks, tiling an eyebrow at your stomach. “What are you…”, “Shhhhh”, he waves his finger at you, making you giggle. “Okay, one more time”, he whispers, playing two somewhat similar runs. Giving time between each one. Earning a nice big kick after the first set. “Nice, I thought so too”, ii smiles, “Thanks peanut, dad needed that”, leaning in he presses a kiss to your tummy. “Can I be involved now?”, you snort slightly. “I couldn’t pick between two runs I wrote today for the song Vessel sent over”, he says all serious, “but our genius solved that for me”, you shake your head, “You are so down bad”, you chuckle. “I am and I am proud to be”, he pushes upwards giving you a loving kiss as well.

iii

When I tell you that this man is just so fucking excited. Like the first weeks where it’s just you two who know even if nice cause you live in your little bubble, the silence is killing him. So like he does end up telling the boys and you’re more than fine with that. He is giving deranged father as it is now it only gets worse.

He is thrilled to build the nursery. Does everything himself. From painting the walls to putting on a nice white trim. Building little bookshelves. Hanging little moons and stars from the ceiling. “You just sit there and look pretty”, he walks you to the armchair he had bought for you. One you had scolded him because it was fucking expensive but does he care? No, because you will be feeding your little one in that so only the best for you. “Iii”, you grunt, “i can help you know. Still have hands and can move them”, you frown. “I know you moved them quite alright this morning”, he chuckles and you slap his shoulder instantly, “you are unbelievable”. “Just rest up”, he cups your face leaning his forehead against yours, “You two can be in control of the instructions”, he kisses your cheek, brushing his hand over your bump. “Cause that’s so fucking fun”, you sigh. “Hey, no cursing in front of our child”, he points a finger at you playfully.

I feel like the baby would be so active whenever iii just sit around playing his bass around the house. You would be cleaning around in the kitchen, humming slightly to yourself when you hear the first cords. The kick nearly makes you bend over as you hold against the counter. “Okay, okay… we will go see what daddy is doing”, you cooed, rubbing your stomach as you wobbled into iii’s office. His eyes meet you immediately, “Is something wrong?”, “No, the little one is just having a dance party”, you chuckle sitting next to him. “Daddy’s not bad huh?”, iii chuckles leaning down to kiss your tummy, earning a nice big kick against his lips, “that’s some serious moves”, iii chuckles. “It’s your kid, have you seen yourself on stage?”, you snort leaning back against the sofa. “My long legs were never the problem”, he shakes his head. “Yeah, before you put a giant baby inside me”, you shot him an overly sweet smile.

“Mommy is grouchy, do you think we should give her a snack?”, iii muttered against your skin. “I thought so too”, he nods after another kick against his palm, “What do you feel like eating, darling?”, he asks softly. You watch him for a moment before letting out a sigh. “Apple cider doughnuts”, you muttered. “From the corner shop downtown?”, iii asks, and you simply nod. “On it, I’ll grab you a shake too”.

Ivy

Scared shitless. Would never admit it. I also don’t think he would be the first one to have a kid out of the whole group of his friends so he is going to them for advice but quite frankly everything does just fall into place naturally. He’s very big on keeping you healthy and happy. So your meds are left in a little ceramic plate for you to take in the morning. He’s your gym buddy now, don’t even try working out without him. He needs to have his eyes on you at all times. He also strikes me as someone who’s like if my partner can’t do that or eat/drink that while pregnant I’m also not participating. “You can have a beer, Ivy”, you whine, “I can, sure, but I don’t want to”, he shrugs, pulling you closer to him as he smiles down at you.

I also think he usually likes to keep his mornings early and active but now he just sleeps in with you. I feel like he would love these slow mornings where he would wake up to you still being asleep. Taking his time to admire you. Carefully moving his palm to rest on your stomach, drawing small circles. The kicks pull you out of your slumber. “Sorry, baby” " Ivy would mutter, “didn’t think I would wake bean up”, he’s nuzzling into your neck, kissing your cheek. “It’s okay” you yawn, loving the feeling of him so close. Cinnamon whining from the side of the bed making you both instantly turn to her.

“Someone’s feeling left out”, Ivy chuckles, tapping the side of the bed, “Gently”, he warns her as he jumps on, tail wiggling happily as she scoots in between you too. “Right, so I’m no longer invited into this bed”, ivy chuckles as Cinnamon curls around you, licking at your hands and arms. “She just loves mommy more”, you whisper, scratching her chin. Ivy shakes his head reaching for your tummy only to be met with a growl. “You didn’t just growl at me miss”, ivy gasps. “It’s okay, daddy, means no harm”, you kiss her softly. “Traitor”,’ Ivy shakes his head, “I was your father first”. You chuckle watching them both fighting over who gets to be closer to you.

[thatdeadaquarius]

Hello there, friend I'm here for fluff

OK, this has been on my mind for a while

But like

The reader is just becoming the biggest parent to the Benny's adventure team kids

And the wolfs

We are like a parent of like 27

Knitting and making food brushing razors hair(let's be for real, you would hear a crunch when you brush it)

I'm not gonna lie

Do these kids know what spices are?

Cuz when I think about it

Razor hasn't had shit so he's has the least tolerance for spice

He would probably cry if you feed him a pepper

Bennett has tried spicy food but does go well with it

And not completely sure if fischl has had a spicy food before

But what flavor does mondstadt add to their food??

These kids need the damn flavors

AHDHAKALL FERAL ANIMAL AQUARIUS- ANOTHER PLATONIC ASK AAHHHHGGGGDJJSFHSAK!!!!!

AND ITS YOU!! ITS- ITS- ONE OF THE WRITING RULERS OF SAGAU (FOR ME AT LEAST) <3 !!!!!!!!

You cooking in genshin all anime studio ghibli style looking like food from god (literally): ⬆️

Sun: Reader (you/they/them)

Orbit: Headcanons-ish

Stars: Benny’s Adventure Team! (Bennett, Fischl, Razor), Diluc, mentions of other Mond characters

Comets & Meteors: Content Warnings: mild cussing, & Trigger Warnings: none known.

Please comment if I missed any. /gen

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^^ The posts being referenced in ask, (OG Razor ask) (Benny + Razor) and a more direct sequel, a part 2? a part 4 atp?? of this post (Imposter/Not Dark AU + Razor + Diluc) ^^

OMFG

ALRIGHT LISTEN UP BITCHES

SINCE UR IN TEYVAT

YOU GONNA COOK LIKE TEYVAT

AS IN-

SHIT BE SUPER EASY TO COOK, AND MASS MAKE DEPENDING ON COMPLEXITY OF DISH

(So, like Zhongli's special Bamboo Shoot Soup is like getting made... once a year if you read the little desc. for that dish 💀)

AND THEYRE ALL LIKE-

ANIME GORGEOUS FOODS ✨️❤️‍🔥

OKAY SO

PROMO TIME-

U GUYS HAVE TO WATCH THE ANIME "CAMPFIRE COOKING IN ANOTHER WORLD"

Bc that's mostly where this inspo gonna come from to both be realistic cooking + best parts of video game cooking

A guy gets isekai’d and instead of hero powers he just gets the skill of "online grocery shopping" LMAO

and ofc he gets insta gifted whatever he orders and starts making dishes and adding spices and regular stuff you know. like soy sauce.

but the best part is the food in that world is like British medieval soup shit

like barely salted, no spices definitely, no sauces, its barren

so he ends up attracting all kinds of interest that want to eat his cooking ofc

And it gives buffs too!

dw i didnt spoil anything u don't learn in the first episode, but that's just to say that's exactly whats happening here

u DO have to manually collect more ingredients but its so worth it, also u can just buy in bulk or put a commission thru the adventurer guild

tbhhh now that i say that, that could be how u end up drawing in Benny’s Adventure Team even more, bc they just take all ur quests for collecting ingredients around Mond!!

(u have to actively sneak behind their back and whisper to Katheryne that you want to put in other food quests in other guilds tho, silly kids will absolutely go running around Liyue and crazy shit just to have an adventure and do smth for you + eat ur banger food lol)

omfg the first time u barbecue smth???

the wolves, Razor, and Andrius??? Go feral.

Fischl and Benny who were already on their way to u guys to hang out again start booking it thru the woods, dodging hilichurl camps (thatve since settled down and been v peaceful to the wolves + anyone in the woods of Wolvendom after u started living there)

they knowww ur cookin smth fucking amazing

(and u even have some hilichurls and mitachurl that wander close to Andrius’ edge of the woods to shyly beg for scraps,, u give them a portion)

Razor was actually lookin at u like u hung the stars just for him when u gave him a homemade barbecue sauce to put on his food

(u acc may have done that to Teyvatians according to Andrius + the stories u overheard from Springvale…)

ok but the amount of begging u get for desserts like-

No, Razor u cannot have chocolate cake/cupcakes after every meal, u need to take care of ur teeth

(u use ur collection of mora-monster-donations for comms for more ingredients and living supplies like fabric + furniture, u cant afford dental on top of that for ur boy)

Fischl dutifully declares you the “best chef in the kingdom” and writes down all ur recipes (u have them auto-stored in ur settings obv but it cant hurt to have a physical copy, and they look so happy doing it, u don't have the heart to tell them its not necessary-)

Benny insists on both giving u extra ingredients when he takes ur commissions, and giving u handmade trinkets or weapons for the meals!!

No!! He will not take “im good” for an answer!! ur sharing ur home-cave with him, taking care of his best friend Razor, and now feeding him food better than Liuli Pavilion!!! There’s no way he can just take all that and give nothing back!!!!

and theyre not the only ones getting some food tbh

when the knights begin patroling near Wolvendom and slowly all of Mondstadt to search for their “All God”, u break up the beginnings of a fight between 2 confused knights and the now peaceful hilichurl camp at the edge of Wolvendom

U offer some snacks u were going to give Benny’s Adventure Team when they got back (u made little triangle sandwiches, rice balls, etc. finger foods, and u made plenty extra bc u kno their teenage appetites lol)

the knights and hilichurls nearly cried with appreciation, which made for a hilarious sight when the teens actually showed up lmao

ur wearing ur cloak, bc u dont wanna take on that whole “creator of worlds” title just yet, and the kids helped verify u werent anyone suspicious (Benny + Fischl keep ur godly secret, theyre the best like that 🥰)

the knights just swing by for snacks occasionally (they also either pay u in trade or with mora, theyre not bullies)

another person who gets flavored food privileges is the lazy librarian witch herself

u also sometimes pick Razor up from Lisa’s tutoring and bring “the best tea and tea snacks in the world” along with to share with Lisa and him

(she is also fully aware after awhile of meeting u of what u are, and fully believes this is why the food must be enchanted to be so good, but u dont want to be treated super reverently she can tell, so she keeps ur secret too and is just extra flirty when u come by lol)

(Razor refuses to let his pare- Lupical move out of ur cozy cave to the library, so he sometimes hauls u away when Lisa flirts too much LMAO)

…and the moment you've been waiting for.

Yes, Diluc got to try ur food that night he was searching Wolvendom for signs of the god of Teyvat

tbh Diluc was half-convinced that shit was a fever dream.

a bunch of sleepy wolves, a coffee table in the stone colosseum, a giant spirit wolf licking a big plate clean, the wolf-kid glaring at him, and you.

you with gold eyes, staring right thru his soul, like you already know everything there is to know about him, (like the way Kaeya looked at him that night),

like he doesnt even have to introduce himself

and he doesnt, u just lightly smack Razor’s hands until he gets rid of his claymore w/a pout, since Diluc had long since dropped his,

and grab a plate, piling on what leftovers u could, and turn back around from the coffee table to smile at him, patting the cushion-seat beside u for him to join

The giant glowing wolf licks his lips and watches him, the wolf-kid’s creepily watches him, and you, with eyes gold in teh light of a simmering bonfire just past the table, watch him

he just sits down and begins to eat.

its the best food he’s ever had, its his dad’s favorite dish, but not realistically, but the way memory embellishes a dish so much it can never be tasted again, except its right here. in front of him. u pour some wolfhook juice for him, and offer him a napkin to wipe his mouth and eyes

Diluc visits often after that, obviously.

u give him snacks too, and when he lets the staff try some, Adeline will not stop harassing him abt gettin ur recipes/ingredeints so u get him to pay Fischl to get a copy of their recipe book :)

including blank pages for future entries, and Fischl is literally glowing with happiness, would not stop monologuing abt ur food for weeks (send help Oz wants some peace and quiet sometimes)

Oh Diluc absolutely told the Favonius knights he found you. But he’s not saying where LMAO

Jean is actually begging him, Diluc ik u hate the knights but this is an international investigation-

this is the closest Diluc has ever gotten to getting under Venti’s skin.

when he told him this at Angel’s while bartending, he just casually ofc said this, just his smug little smirk, and the anemo god cracked a glass and everything- esp when he said he tried ur cooking??

he's gotta start looking over his shoulder in the city bc not only is Venti stalking him, the entirety of Mondstadt’s citizens are glaring at him in envy everywhere he goes LMAOO

(Venti now has a bar glass or too on his tab to pay off as well)

mans is literally paying u in weapon/artifact materials/mora to make him lunch one day and Venti nearly lunges over the counter

(Diluc purposefully ate it in front of him 💀)

ur food is the ultimate, “u could make a religion out of this!” /ref

like Diluc fully gives u offerings of ingredients he can pay for shipping from other countries + along with regular materials after grinding in domains

does the rest of Mondstadt + the world find out where u are?

only if Diluc lets them tbh. LMFAO

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bk trashfire my beloved <3 love ur ideas and stuff, goes without even saying im so sorry i took actually forever to respond :’(

hope u have a great weekend and i did this little side story justice for you

Safe Travels BK Trashfire,

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pretty little wife | morning glory

joel x f!reader one shot collection

part two of pretty little wife — can be read independently series masterlist | main masterlist | ao3 summary: 4.3k words — saturday mornings in the miller household are for a few things only, and most of them include joel making his wife come as many times as he damn well pleases. | no apocalypse au, no use of y/n warnings: 18+ MDNI! pre-established relationship/dynamic, unprotected piv, rough sex, free use kink, sub/dom relationship, oral sex (f receiving), overstimulation, dirty talk, pet names for reader, cute husband joel, generally extremely submissive reader so if you're into that this is for you! a/n: i'm literally so blown away by the attention the first part of this got like WOW i'm so glad you all loved reading it as much as i did writing it! here's another snippet in their domestic bliss, and stay tuned for some ~interesting~ developments in the next part

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As much as you love Friday nights, the day Joel comes home pent up from a week of work and fucks it all out onto you, you love Saturday mornings even more. 

Saturdays are for you Joel always says, and he starts this particular Saturday by waking you with kisses on the forehead and a fresh, steaming cup of coffee on your nightstand, one you can smell before you can even see it. He insists that after a long week of making meals, keeping the house spotless, your book club, nurturing your friendships, and keeping up with his insatiable need for you, you deserve one morning that’s completely for you, where Joel is happy to service you in multitudes.

You grumble and squeeze your eyes shut tighter as you feel his lips press onto your cheek again, and Joel laughs at your insolence. 

“Know y’don’t like to sleep past eight, honey,” Joel comments as you continue to resist his attempts to wake you up. 

“I knoooow,” you whine. “Mostly your fault I was up so late,” you add on, grumbling and recalling the way Joel had kept you up, insisting he keep filling you over and over. From the moment he got home until late in the night, somehow he’d managed to come three times, torturously edging you then making you come between them. Some days you truly wonder where the hell he gets the stamina from, how a man of his age can act like he’s twenty years old some nights. Anytime you ask, he just says that you make him absolutely fucking crazy, nothing more to it. It’s a miracle the two of you found each other, someone that can keep up with him just as well as he can with you. 

“You’d like it better if I didn’t fuck you when I want then, hm? Get you all fucked out like last night?” he asks, his voice with a grating edge that’s between a threat and teasing. You make it a point to peek your eyes open at him finally, letting him see the fear in them at that prospect. 

“N-no,” you shake your head wildly, eyes going wider as you fully wake up. “Of course not.”

“Thought so,” he says before leaning forward to kiss you, a sly smile dancing on his lips as you look over at him, perched on the bed next to you. He’s laying on his side, propped up on one elbow as he takes you in, his eyes full of mischief as they tend to be in the mornings. 

“You know I have to give you a hard time when you act like you did last night,” you tell him, and Joel considers your words with a grin. 

“I know ya do. Wasn’t too much last night, right?“ he asks. You always appreciate that Joel checks in like this, especially when he knows he’s gone further than the average day. And last night… he’d shown you just how long his week had felt, and how much he needed to make up for the lost time he’d had working late a few nights. 

You shake your head sternly in reply. “Not at all,” you say sweetly, and Joel’s face relaxes before he leans in for another kiss that you gladly return. 

“That’s my good girl. Your coffee’s over there,” he says, head gesturing towards the mug, despite every Saturday being the same with your coffee always on the nightstand when you wake up.

“Thank you, baby.” A flash of a grateful smile from you is all your husband needs, and you can see him melt a little bit at it. 

You sit yourself up against the headboard, the sheet falling you reveal the top of your silky camisole trimmed in lace, a beautiful mauve color. Joel’s eyes catch on the skimpy fabric, one strap slipping down your shoulder, and he smiles, his eyes shading darker, watching as you reach for your coffee and start to sip on it. It’s perfect, a splash of your favorite creamer just to give it a little sweetness, and you send a grateful thought into the universe that Joel knows you so perfectly well. 

“I see that look you’re giving me,” you say, giving him a close lipped smile over the top of your mug, eyes flashing at him with intrigue.

“How’s it different from any other Saturday? Y’know it’s all about you today,” he says matter-of-factly. 

You chuckle and shake your head playfully. “Can’t a girl enjoy her coffee for a few minutes?” you tease him, and Joel makes a quiet, nearly growling sound in his throat before sitting up and moving to straddle your legs. 

“Y’can certainly try, but you ain’t gonna be able to hang onto that mug for long, or do much of anything but come for me,” Joel says, and you find yourself losing your breath slightly at his words despite hearing much more filthy things coming from his mouth in the time you’ve been together. 

“How many times this morning, then?” you ask tauntingly, taking another long sip from your mug before setting it back safely on the nightstand.

Joel’s eyebrows raise a bit before he slides himself further down on your legs, taking the sheet with him. You shiver a little at your skin being exposed to the air, the only thing covering you being your thin camisole and shorts set. Joel takes you in with hungry eyes, the way your body responds to being exposed with a smattering of goosebumps.

“As many times as I want, doll, y’know that,” he says. His fingers find their way to the silky hem of your shorts, passing the material through his fingers and inspecting it for a few seconds. 

“Don’t know why y’even bothered to put this on after I was finished with you last night,” Joel muses, eyes traveling up the fabric until he reaches your chest, where your hardened nipples are starting to poke through the silk. “Just gonna take it right off this mornin’. Maybe rip it…” His head tilts cockily as his other hand slides up your smooth thigh slowly, tortuously. You arch your back slightly, lips parted with an oncoming whimper, showing him how much you want it. 

“Am I not supposed to wear all the pretty things you buy me?” you retort back, low and still husky with sleep. “And rip this one? It’s my new favorite,” you say with a frown, trying to sound whiny and desperate enough to convince him to spare this pajama set. 

Joel has quite an affinity for coming home with new lingerie and sexy sleepwear for you, strolling into the house after work with a boutique store bag, the contents inside shrouded with pretty paper. He’s given you countless slips, bras, thongs, garters, or any style of lingerie he finds that he wants to see you in. You tear them open with equal delight each time, something to replace the things that are ruined in one of Joel’s many other affinities - tearing your lingerie off of you. Whenever you gripe about it he promises to replace it with something even better. So far, he hasn’t failed, always spoiling you with something gorgeous each and every time.

Joel’s head leans forward, burying into your chest, settling between your breasts and inhaling deeply. “I know… you love this one…” he says, breath hot on the dip of skin between your tits, sending your already hardened nipples straining further through the fabric. 

“Maybe I can get the same one, should still be for sale.” He begins kissing the soft skin there, goosebumps spreading across your body as his warm lips clash with the curve of your breast. You can feel his hands start to grip the bottom edge of the fabric, pulling it tight, desperate to rip it off of you. 

“Better be. And a new set of panties to match it,” you bargain with him, and Joel glances up with a wide smirk, loving when you show him your more feisty side. His head dips back down, tongue finding your silken covered nipple and flicking it a few times before sucking it into his mouth. You arch into him, moans of his name spilling from your lips. He sucks until you can feel the surrounding fabric getting soaked, and you’re writhing wildly under his large frame, begging him. 

“Please, baby… I need it,” you whine out, and Joel pulls his head off of your chest, a string of his saliva still connecting him to your shirt for a few moments. His eyes are lustful now, darkened a few shades by your body’s response to him.

“Need what, little doll?” he asks bitingly, almost condescendingly. 

“Touch me, Joel.” Please, please, please. You beg in your head, nearly having to stop yourself from reaching between your legs and touching your clit yourself. 

“Be a patient girl for me now,” he counters, and you feel your cunt clench around nothing at his commanding words, desperate for him to ravage you in any way he sees fit. 

Joel places his hands on either side of your waist, his lips moving to start work on your other nipple, sucking and biting on it through the fabric. When both are thoroughly abused, swollen and aching from his mouth, you’re sure that you’ve soaked right through your panties to your shorts. You can feel your cunt pulsing, aching, the feeling spreading deep within you as you breathlessly pant, your hips twitching in desperation. 

“Fine, fine,” Joel says, breathing out an amused laugh. “Let’s see what you’ve got on under here.” 

His hands hook around your pajama shorts and yank them down, exposing the cotton thong you’d put on. Maybe Joel had been right, you should have just stayed naked last night - you’d likely be halfway to an orgasm by now if he hadn’t gotten distracted with all your clothing.

“Almost like you didn’t want me to make you come this morning, all this damn clothing in the way,” he tuts, snapping the waistband of your thong hard into your hip. You wince at the sensation but it only serves to make you even more wet for him.

“P-please -“ you beg, barely able to get any other word out but that same one over and over. 

“Baby… jus’ fuckin’ soaked….” Joel muses with an amazed sound to his voice. “Even after last night, just a little suckin’ on your pretty tits get you like this? Fuckin’ drippin’ through your panties, little doll.”

You writhe as his fingers toy with your nipple while he talks, the other hand swiping across the front of your underwear to take in just how badly you’re wanting him. 

“Yes - y-yes it does,” you answer dutifully, and Joel smiles ear to ear.

“Wet f’me all the time, ain’t you? Ready whenever I need this tight little pussy,” Joel grits out, giving your sopping cunt a swift slap and repositioning himself between your legs, letting his head dip down. You nod wildly in response, murmuring more begs of “please” as he nears torturously close to your warm heat. 

“Need a taste of this, bet you’re so fuckin’ sweet right now,” Joel says, his mouth now inches from your cunt. You nearly cry at the anticipation, hips pushing towards him, your throbbing clit begging your body for any kind of relief. 

Joel’s surprises you by dipping his mouth to you, but he licks a strip up the outside of your underwear, dulling the sensation for you. You still moan loudly, so desperate to feel any part of him touching you in between your legs. He continues to lick along the fabric, pushing his tongue down hard to reach your slit through your panties before he starts sucking on your clit. 

“Wh- my underwear, Joel… please….” you moan out, mostly incoherent now, feeling a dull pleasure starting to build deep inside of you. 

“And let all this go to waste?” Joel replies, sucking the fabric into his mouth just to taste what you’d already spilled out for him. “Don’t think so, darlin’.”

You flutter your eyes when his tongue pokes into your entrance, the fabric adding an extra layer of texture to all the sensations that’s driving you absolutely wild. It’s pulling you closer and closer to the precipice, to the edge where you now sit teetering as Joel’s tongue makes contact with your clit again, rubbing your panties against it as he flicks there. 

He groans out loudly at the taste of you in his mouth, the way your panties keep getting more soaked between his own saliva and all the arousal you’re gathering there from the way his tongue is moving on you. 

“I’m- oh, Joel, fuck, don’t stop,” you whine, hips starting to stutter into him. You arch your back slightly, chasing your high with just a few small jerks of your hip. “I’m so close…” you say breathlessly, frustration boiling in your blood that you’re not quite there yet. You start squirming needily and Joel moves quickly, throwing your legs over his shoulders and pushing back on your thighs so that your legs are pressed close to your body. You can feel even more how much you’re soaked, absolutely dripping as it slides down onto your ass, the sheets below you. 

“Come for me, baby, y’can do it, so fuckin’ pretty and wet for me. Be my good little wife and come for me,” Joel praises quickly into your cunt before sucking hard, pulling your clit into his mouth and pressing a finger against your entrance, pushing your panties into it and pumping shallowly in and out a few times. 

You snap at his praising words, desperate to do good for him, to follow anything he wants from you and you finally feel the tension in your belly coil so tightly that it breaks, sending you careening into your high. 

“F-fuck, oh, Joel, baby,” you whine out with long, low moans, shaking as your body goes taut and vision goes white. You shudder and writhe into his mouth as he keeps a steady pressure on your clit and moves his fingers rapidly on your hole.

“Good girl, fuck, such a good girl, let’s do another,” Joel says as soon as he feels you coming down, and moves quickly, his tongue darting around the edge of your panties and sliding underneath, one finger pulling the fabric aside.

You nearly scream his name, the overstimulation coupled with his now direct contact with your most sensitive parts has you absolutely reeling. You pant heavily, trying to scoot your body away, but Joel’s hold on your legs is tight, his own tension starting to build underneath his sweatpants. 

His tongue buries in you, lewdly lapping and slurping at every last drop of your come that he can as he groans in pure pleasure at the taste.  He’s getting more aggressive, his need for you climbing as you rush towards another high. 

“Fuck, gimme this tight little pussy,” Joel murmurs, his heaving breaths against your skin. He quickly starts to tear your panties, and through your haze you hear the ripping of fabric and seams, laying with your legs still pressed up against your body, held up for Joel to see between your legs clear as day. You feel like complete jelly, nothing reaching your mind but Joel Joel Joel and the pleasure he’s giving you. 

He dives back in after you feel the torn panties laying open and limp against your thighs, his teeth nipping at your clit here and there, sending your hips twitching and little yelps flying out for your mouth. 

“Need something’ in here, don’t you? Can feel you desperate, squeezin’, want my big fingers in there,” he says, more of a statement than a question, but you find yourself nodding dumbly, figuring that Joel seems to have known best up until this point, so no use in questioning it now.

He takes the liberty of pushing three fingers inside of you, giving you no chance to adjust, pumping them in and out a few times and then immediately hooking them to find the spongy part of your walls. Your breath catches, and you find it hard to get air into your lungs now between his mouth and fingers ruining you in tandem, making you fall to pieces. 

You can’t speak, can’t think, can only chase what he’s giving you and let out pathetic moans and mewls and he fucks you with his fingers and presses on your g-spot. You feel tears brimming in your eyes, sliding down your cheeks but you don’t care, not when every bit of you is on fire in the best way, screaming out in pleasure. 

“Hold your legs up f’me, need to fuck my fist to this, all these pretty little noises my wife makes,” Joel commands, and you do your best to keep your legs where he’s pushed them to, finding the muscles starting to tremble with the exertion and your quickly approaching climax. 

“C’can’t hold on,” you whimper as you feel Joel shimmying on the bed to sit up and pull his cock out with one free hand, the other continuing to pump in and out of you. You peek down through half lidded eyes to see his cock, so hard and raging with need that it sends a pulse of desire straight through you to your aching hole. You need him inside of you, but most Saturday mornings he’s insistent on just eating you out like this until you’re a limp, sweating, crying mess, not wanting to detract from your pleasure by using your pussy for his own.

“Let go, baby, come again f’me,” Joel coos before his tongue circles your clit again and you melt into the pleasure, letting it wrack your body once again. You hear the slap of his flesh against his cock as he pumps it, fucking his fist earnestly as he hears your cries for him while you come around his fingers, squeezing him to keep pressing on the spot that’s absolutely devastating you. 

“So fuckin’ addicted to this, gimme another, little doll, help me finish,” Joel says, sounding nearly manic as he pumps on his cock. “S-so good f’me, Christ,” he murmurs as he whimpers a little at the sight of you coming down from your climax and the feel of his own hand wrapped around his cock.

“Wanna feel you, wanna come on your cock, please… p-please…” you whine, completely dazed now. 

“Y’know…” Joel struggles to get the words out, “It’s your turn, n-not about me,” he says with a grunt, tugging hard on his cock.

“It’ll make me come, I p-promise, just fill me up,” you tell him, holding your shaking, spent legs open wider, inviting him in. You writhe at the thought of Joel being inside of you, knowing your fully displayed cunt is fluttering and squeezing at nothing right now, and Joel can see every bit of it.

“Please…” you utter quietly, and that last insistence is what sets Joel over the edge. He’s on top of you in a second, wrists grabbed into his hands and pinned next to your head as he uses his body to keep your legs held up and steady before slamming into you. You yell out in complete bliss as he fills you to the hilt without stopping in one thrust, his cock stretching you mercilessly.

“That what you needed, pretty wife? This big cock inside ya? Get it every fuckin’ day, can’t get enough though, ain’t that right?” he says, unable to stop himself from immediately thrusting into you over and over, chasing after his orgasm. You’ve noticed that Joel can have incredible self control with most things until he’s buried balls deep in you, only then does it all go out the window. You love that power you hold over him, despite giving him every ounce of power to take it whenever he wants.

“Yes, yes, Joel, fuck me,” you cry, “harder.”

“Harder? Want me t’ruin this tight little pussy, it’s all mine, all mine,” he rambles on. “Fuck, c’mere and let me fuck you like I own it.” 

He grunts as he pulls out of you with a wet pop, scrambling to flip you onto your belly and slamming back in as quickly as possible, cock hitting you so deep your eyes roll back as he presses your cervix.

You can only make wild, completely feral groaning sounds into the mattress as he fucks into you, devastating you as you see your vision spotting with white from the combination of pleasure and pain that he’s doling out. Your entire being feels supple right now, completely given over to Joel as he uses you to reach towards his own pleasure.

You whimper as your hips grind against the mattress, your sore and overstimulated clit getting even more friction than you can handle, and sure enough, you crash into another climax, your body shaking violently as Joel presses down on your back, fucking you even harder as you squeeze around his length and pull a rough, staggered grunt from him while he pumps one last time before spilling everything. Joel comes hard, pressing himself as flush as he can with your body, and you can hear his ragged breaths coming from behind you while he starts to come down. 

You both stay exactly as you are, his half hard cock still twitching inside of your cum soaked cunt, both of you struggling to get a grip back on reality. You only now realize just how tear stained your face is, several stray tears still rolling down your cheek and onto the sheets below you.

Joel gingerly pulls out of you, but you stay prone, even as he crawls up next to you, just laying flat and letting his spill drip out of you, loving the feeling of being so used, so messy for him.

You flutter your eyes open to try to look at him, and you know it must be a sight to behold. Joel thumbs one of the tears on your cheek and then pinches it gently, rubbing his thumb along the soft skin there.

“So cockdrunk, look at ya,” he says with a disbelieving shake of his head.

“Mmmm,” you manage to get out, not even sure what you’d say if you could speak right now.

“I’m gonna run you a bath, pretty girl, then we’ll get you fed.” You can only nod in return, still trying to get yourself back to the present moment as you feel the bed move when Joel slips away. You doze as you hear the water running from the adjacent bathroom, and curl up slightly just before hearing Joel pad back into the room and gently shake your shoulder.

“Let’s go, gotta take care of yourself, doll,” he insists, and you mumble as you open your eyes and start to sit up. Joel peels your sticky, sweaty camisole off, tossing it on the bedroom floor and then leading you to the bathroom. The sight and smell in here is heavenly, and you wonder why you’d even thought about resisting getting out of bed for something this incredible. Fresh lavender scents the bath along with a clean, linen scent from the candle Joel lit on the bathroom counter. Inviting steam drifts off the top of the bath and you can hardly wait to dip your foot in and soak down into it.

“Thank you, baby,” you say sweetly, turning to Joel and tilting your head up to plant a kiss on Joel’s lips. He grasps at the back of your head, pulling your head in even closer for a few long, lingering kisses. He licks into your mouth and you moan quietly, your still freshly fucked cunt unsure if it should ask for more right now, or if it even can.

“You’d let me fuck y’again right here, wouldn’t ya? Cum runnin’ down your leg still and everything,” Joel asks you, and you nod bashfully, avoiding his eyeline, knowing it’s the embarrassing truth of just how desperate he makes you.

“Christ, how’d I get this lucky, huh?” Joel answers with a crooked smile. “Get in that bath, sweetheart, y’need to rest now.” He spins you towards the tub and gives you ass a light smack, urging you forward. You chuckle and decide not to resist, knowing he’s right - your body needs a break from the wonderful man that is your husband.

“Breakfast in thirty, mkay? I’ll make your favorite,” Joel tells you, a final kiss landing on your bare shoulder before you step over the rim of the tub and you turn to see him leave the room.

You hiss a little at the immediate heat of the water, but quickly find yourself sliding down into it, a relieved sigh escaping your lips as the lavender reaches your nose and you lose yourself into the bliss your husband set up for you so lovingly.

After soaking until you’re feeling refreshed and bordering on pruny, you step out and see the outfit Joel set out for you in the bedroom, indicating that he’d had a particular preference for what he wants to see you in today. You smile as you hold up a rather non classically sexy outfit compared to your closet full of lingerie and pretty dresses - one of Joel’s old t-shirts and tiny lounge shorts that barely cover your ass. You throw Joel’s choice and relish in the scent of him surrounding you through his clothing, hugging the fabric tightly to yourself. You bound down the stairs eagerly to the smell of breakfast cooking - chocolate chip pancakes by the smell of it - and think dreamily about what another perfect Saturday morning it had been in the Miller household.

joel taglist: @bbyanarchist

[myokk]

Sebastian Sallow's List of Priorities (in no particular order):

Figure out what the hell I'm going to do when I graduate;

Figure out how the hell I'm going to finish this bloody Charms essay before tomorrow; and

Figure out what the hell is going on between us

Sebastian sits in an undisturbed corner of the library - nobody ever comes to this table because it's tucked away between shelves of incredibly dense magical theory books - and is twirling his quill in his fingers, watching the ink splatter on the list he spent his precious time writing instead of the Charms essay he should be working on. He's far away from the first-years who like to congregate by the windows and watch the leaves fall softly to the ground rather than study for their classes. He's made especially sure that he is far, far away from her.

It's not his choice, mind you, but he needs to be a gentleman about these things. If she needs some time and space to figure out that she's as crazy for him as he is her, fine. But even Sebastian Sallow's patience runs thin, and he's not sure how much longer he can give her to come to her senses before he snaps and takes matters into his own hands. If things were up to him, the two of them would be sitting far too close together now in this secluded corner, and maybe he would need to put a hand over her mouth to ensure her complete silence as he runs a hand up her thigh.

Now that he knows what delicious sounds can come out of her mouth - sounds that he caused - he's been having a hard time concentrating on, well, anything. Sebastian surreptitiously glances across the library to where she's sitting and studying with his sister and Imelda. Ever since the events after their Divination class, Sir Cadogan has taken it upon himself to follow Sebastian around the halls of the castle, tripping through frames and disrupting their inhabitants as he lectures Sebastian on love. The tea party women had managed to convince the knight that he had disrupted an amorous exchange, and Sebastian fervently wishes they hadn't.

The whole school is abuzz with rumors about who it could be. Nobody has even come close so far with their guesses, but Anne and Imelda are having too much fun teasing him about it. Somehow, she has managed to avoid suspicion - he wonders how this is even possible, since she's never been able to hide what she's thinking. He makes eye contact with her - has she been staring at him this whole time? - and she flushes before looking over to Imelda, who's laughing too loudly at something Anne's just said. Sebastian can't tear his eyes away from her profile, his eyes following the curve of her eyebrow, the slight upturn of her lips as she smiles at her friends, her eyes as they dart back to him, her cheeks as she turns an even darker shade of red as she realizes he's still watching her. She tucks a lock of hair behind her ear, and rests her chin on her hand as she tries to look absorbed in what Anne is saying to her.

Sebastian wonders if she's thought about him as much as he's thought about her. Judging by how she had snogged him back, he's positive that she feels the same way, but then he remembers how she had looked at him before she fled, and he's not so sure. He sighs as he looks back to his list, bringing his quill back to the third item and ripping the paper as he crosses it out again. His mind has been going in circles since that moment and he doesn't know what to think. He slowly puts everything into his schoolbag before heading out of the library for yet another freezing cold shower that hopefully tempers his now-permanent state of arousal whenever she's around.

He doesn't notice her eyes following him as he walks out of the library.

He doesn't hear her hurried excuse to Anne and Imelda as she shoves her things into her bag and rushes to follow him.

He doesn't hear her light footsteps as she gets closer to him.

When she puts a hand out to touch his arm as he waits for the moving staircase to stop, with a soft, "Sebastian" accompanying it, he nearly jumps out of his skin. He was so absorbed with thoughts of her, that to see her standing at his side, closer than she had been since they kissed was almost his snapping point.

"Can we talk?" she asks, looking almost embarrassed as she avoids his eyes. She instead looks determinedly at his collar. He thinks she probably notices that he swallows nervously before acquiescing, but she says nothing as she turns and starts hurrying away from him without waiting to see if he follows her.

She must know that he would follow her anywhere at this point.

from my oneshot🫶🫶🫶

I just really wanted to draw these two idiots😭💘

[writerjayne]

Ok hear me out here because I love this concept but will probably never write a full length fic of it:

After the final game with the Ravens and Neil's deal with Ichirou and everything else that has happened over the course of the first 3 books Andrew switches his major. Criminal justice was funny, but he now has an idiot at home who needs looking after, so Andrew decides to be the someone has to look after the exy crazy redhead and becomes a sports medicine major.

With his eidetic memory, Andrew has no problem catching up or making up for lost time and quickly becomes the top of the class. (Aaron might be a little jealous, but they are studying different medicine, so it's fine.) In addition to his classes, Andrew starts asking Abby questions about being an Exy medic specifically.

Fast forward, all our boys (and the girls too, of course) have graduated, and Kevin and Neil go pro.

The three of them quickly realize that Andrew can't just sign on to whatever team Neil is on because Neil can be traded/isn't guaranteed to stay with one team. But Neil is making a lot of money. (Even giving 80% of his paycheck to the Moriyama's that's still a crap ton of money he's making) So Andrew doesn't need to have a job per se, so instead he becomes a spectator. Always first row, near the benches that Neil (and usually Kevin's) team are using.

And any time Neil (or Kevin) gets injured badly enough to be subbed out, they ALWAYS go to Andrew first. He checks them over, patches them up if needed (with a first aid kit he keeps under his seat), makes sure they're fit to play, and sends them back to their team. The first time it happens, fans go NUTS speculating about why. Why would a pro exy player go to a fan in the stands over their team nurse? Who is this guy? Why do BOTH Kevin and Neil go to him?

Eventually, Neil makes a statement about his and Andrew's history at Palmetto (ending rumors that respected Doctor Aaron Minyard has a side hobby of looking after old college teammates), ending it by saying that he trusts Andrew.

Eventually, things calm down, and it becomes an accepted part of the professional Exy world. There are articles about the closeness the three men must have experienced as members of the Foxes, speculations about their friendships, and the history there, but apart from the original statement, neither Neil nor Kevin ever comment again, and the press can never quite catch up with Andrew.

(No one knows that Neil and Andrew have been together since Neil's freshman year. No one knows that they live together and that Kevin is just as often at their house as not.)

But it becomes the norm at Neil and Kevin's games. Andrew is always behind the team benches. While there are fans obsessed with analyzing every interaction between him and the former Foxes, every scrap of body language they can get footage of, overall, the Exy world considers it just another normal day if Kevin or Neil make their way to Andrew before their coach.

Then, Neil and Kevin have a game against one of their biggest rivals. Playing on that team? Jean and Jeremy. When Jean takes a hit mid game the fans and press go crazy when Neil not only defends Jean but nearly comes to blows with his own teammates over it. Kevin interceding is the only thing stopping Neil and it's obvious.

A timeout is called, and the crowd loses their minds when, without a hint of hesitation, Jean crosses the court, ignoring the shouts of his own team and coaches to stand in front of Andrew, who automatically pulls out his kit and begins checking over the former Trojan. Neil is right behind him, hovering while Andrew ensures Jean is safe to continue playing. Jeremy, meanwhile, is acting like this is routine, and once Andrew gives Jean a nod, he lopes back across the court to his waiting team.

There's no stopping the speculations now, and when Jean is asked about it after the game, he simply shrugs and says he trusts the man.

(No one knows that Jean and Jeremy are staying with Neil and Andrew while they're in town and that if Jean hadn't let Andrew check him at the game he would have gotten a lecture as well as being checked over when they all got home)

Like I said, I don't know if I'll ever expand this into a full fic, so if this inspires anyone, feel free to run with it!!

[yourheart-inmyhands]

okay okay hear me out, say like Childe and Zhongli or Diluc and Kaeya both have darlings right? imagine said darlings are literally best friends and just break out to hang out😭

like they’re going crazy looking for them and they’re outside giggling their ass off

I really like this idea and sorry for being gone so long, as soon as i read this in my inbox i had to write something up and answer it :] <3

Warning: this post contains yandere-themes, including obsessive behaviors, talk of being locked inside, implications of being held against ones will, and other potential topics/themes. Please read at your own risk.

Diluc:

Diluc nearly loses his mind every time you go missing from the winery, and all the staff seem to not have noticed you escaping. He’s even more distressed to find out Kaeya is currently suffering the same issue, with his beloved missing from his home in the city.

Diluc’s first thought is you’ve both been kidnapped, either as leverage or for something far sinister, doesn’t matter. You’d always been rather compliant, running away didn’t seem like something you’d do, especially with everything you’d need still here.

You can imagine his relief when he finds you in the library, sharing tea with Lisa and Kaeya’s beloved at one of the tables, talking about some of the new books that have arrived. The looks Lisa gives him is almost enough to have him slamming his claymore into the table.

“Darling, I think you forgot to mention you were heading out today. I went to find you for lunch and none of the maids could tell me where you’d gone off too.” His voice is calm, his claymore left by the door as he sauntered over to your chair. His gloved hands find home on the back of the chair, supporting his weight as he leans down to press a gentle kiss to your temple. 

Diluc is pretty calm about it, his mind had immediately jumped to the worst happening to you so he’s incredibly relieved to see you ok. He does give you a very soft lecture about letting him know where you’re going, so as to keep him from having another heart attack, but he knows you’ll do it again.

He also implores the staff at the Winery to keep a better eye on you, so that should you sneak out again, he knows it was at least of your own doing and not someone else that you had gone missing.

Kaeya:

Kaeya is a lot like his brother in the sense that he automatically assumes the worst. The door was locked, all the windows were locked and closed, so where were you?

He’s even more relieved to see you were ok then Diluc was to see his own dear ok, Kaeya is just a lot better at playing it off. His sword holstered at his side as he casually strolls over, leaning against the side of the table as if he had been there the whole time.

The way he talks almost makes you think he knew where you were the whole time, but in truth he’d been just as frantic as his brother in their search for you. He’d been ready to rip up every stone and brick in Mondstat just to find a trace of you.

“The library again? Don’t tell me that my Dear has started a book club and hasn’t told me about it? You know, I’ve read nearly every book in this library, our Librarian keeps quite the collection here.” Kaeya looks so natural in the way he stands there, leaning against the table with his arms crossed over his chest, a pleasant smile on his face. 

Kaeya looks very calm and relaxed on the outside, but on the inside his mind is still reeling, trying to figure out how you got out without him noticing. He’d made sure everything had been locked and there was only one key that he kept on him at all times. He’d even double checked that everything was locked that morning.

He doesn’t mind you going out, you were always sweet and compliant with him, but it’s when you leave and don’t tell him, don’t leave a note or any hint as to where you are that makes him nervous. He’s so afraid to lose you, so desperate to keep you close like he was unable to do with his brother for many years. He’d go crazy if he lost you, so crazy that not even Diluc would be able to stop him.

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

LOVED your reader tamaki haruhi. Can I have some ideas for excuses haruhi would make for tamaki? Like laying it on thick that he's such a sweet and caring person (and rich and powerful)

Also, for a separate idea, do you think haruhi would manipulate tamaki / the host club in reader's favor? Like getting them to buy reader's stuff. Thanks I love your writing!!!

Yandere Haruhi Fuijioka and Tamaki Suoh (2)

Of course

Tamaki has so much power and money 

He’s a force to be reckoned with even among the upper class

So if at his suggestion a certain student might be expelled or even drop out of the school because of bullying

If you even begin to suspect that Tamaki is behind any of this Haruhi will assure you there’s no way

Taking a page out of Kyoya’s book she’ll create some mad up reason as to why this is completely unrelated

Or when the classmate who confessed to you 

 was called away by Tamaki later on in the day 

And somehow ended up having drowned in the fountain

It wasn’t Tamaki

No no 

Haruhi will cite some other students who bullied them that must have gone too far

Though it’s not likely he’ll go that far normally

But sometimes love just makes you do crazy things

She won’t tell you about all his great traits 

Otherwise you’d notice far too fast

For so long she’s been pushing him away 

She can’t possibly stop now

Besides she kind of likes the hurt look he gives her when she writes him off

But she absolutely is willing to manipulate Tamaki, The Host club, Lobelia 

Anyone she needs to if it means spoiling you

She’ll harp on anyone’s desire to gain her favor by practically demanding they invite you too

But if you’re busy she’ll just try and bring home things you like

“Oi Tamaki.”

“Yes Haruhi?”

“Did you get my fancy tuna?”

“Yes of course I did!”

“And (Y/n)’s favorite food?”

“Yes how could I forget~”

“Good boy.”

Or she’ll convince the host club if they’re still fighting for her affections to practically smother you with attention

What better way to chase off confessors and make the host club look strange in your eyes

“Y’know I think I could be in a relationship if I knew my partner could care for (Y/n).”

“But I thought Haruhi only loved (Y/n)?”

“....I’d be willing to be in a relationship with anyone who can care for (Y/n).”

“…”

“...”

“...”

“Move I’m going to find them first!”

“Not before me!”

“Fighting is so immature. You should just let your senior do this.”

“That’s right which means (Y/n)’s mine!”

But don’t forget about Tamaki 

Before Haruhi came along those in the host club are loyal to him

He’s their over caring leader of the Host Club

That and he’s oh so great at schmoozing

Whether you’re into that or indifferent like Haruhi

“Come (Y/n) allow me to show you the glorious love of the Host Club!”

“Oh uh okay…”

“Don’t worry I will let you hold my hand if you’re nervous.”

He’s not as composed as Haruhi

He’s a lot more unhinged

He might of cried when someone else kissed Haruhi 

but it would not be the same with you

After officially gaining Haruhi’s love he’s not all that willing to wait again

Aren’t you his darling too 

Wouldn’t you like him too spoil you with fancy tuna too or whatever you like

But refusing won’t end well 

He’d much rather you try and get food or money from him than just outright refuse him

Without Haruhi’s intervention he’ll end up flying you to some island and moving you into another mansion of his

But thankfully Haruhi’s convinced him to at least let you live out your school years

But the duo are truly a force to be reckoned with

You won’t be getting away anytime soon

And neither will those that try and take your attention from them

[jooyeonsvape]

— skyline (i.m)

genre; smut, fluff

pairings; idol!changkyun, afab!reader

w/c; 2k

synopsis; after months of lusting over shownu’s sister, changkyun and Y/N get drunk and start playing truth dare.

warnings; cursing, drinking, oral (female receiving), riding, unprotected sex

a/n; i don’t write for monsta x, this is for my bestie who is the #1 changkyun stan, but if you want to see who i write for, i’ll tag my masterlists.

[ masterlists ]

the way she sits on her bed crossed legged while looking in her mirror that i envy, drives me crazy.

while changkyun writes the poem he’s been thinking of lately, his door was opened by his roommate shownu, and he shoves the journal under his pillow fast.

“sorry, just reminding you, i’m flying to europe later. i left some money so if Y/N gets hungry or anything, you can use that. please protect my sister changkyun, don’t let anyone come over we don’t know.”

shownu was leaving for 3 days to promote his solo album while you stayed at the apartment with his roommate and it was more like a break from your controlling brother.

when shownu leaves the room, changkyun pulls the book out again and sighs when he looks at the poem titled “Y/N.”

he wasn’t proud of having a crush on his best friends sister but spending everyday with you, it began to be hard not to notice your cute habits, or your personality quirks that he shared.

before your brother leaves, you put on a show, pouting then kissing his cheek, “why does it have to be like this? i’ll miss you, but take your time, love you.”

shownu stops the door from closing and looks at you with his serious eyes, “no parties, the last thing i want is publicity about changkyun and i throwing a huge party, got it?”

you roll your eyes but understand where he’s coming from so you just nod, “alright i promise, be safe, text me when you arrive.”

the boys were nice enough to offer their extra room while you study in seoul, so you decide to be a good sister and not invite anyone over.

30 minutes later, changkyun walks past your open door shirtless and you hum at the sight, “gorgeous,” you whisper to yourself and watch as he makes himself something to drink in the kitchen.

he turns around to see you now sitting at a bar stool while staring at him and he jumps, “you’re so quiet.” he laughs but avoids eye contact so he just stares down at his tea, awkwardly stirring it.

“you know my brother left me some cash, but we have enough food, shall we order some beer?” changkyun thinks for a bit, weighing the pros and cons but gave in when he sees your cute pout.

“sure, but we need to pace ourselves and be sure not to get too drunk, alright?”

that was the original plan, but the both of you are currently playing cham cham cham on his bed with 3 empty beer bottles littered around.

you won the round and throw your arms up in victory, “i win again” changkyun’s eyes were halfway closed from the alcohol and he gags at the smell before taking the shot, making you laugh.

you felt bad about his continuous failure so you suggest another game. “how about truth or dare?”

“sounds good, i’ll go first, truth or dare?” you think and nervously whisper, “truth.”

“is monsta x your favorite group?”

you laugh at his question and take the shot, making changkyun gasp playfully, “i’m telling shownu.”

“truth or dare?”

he hums, “dare.”

“i dare you to call my brother and tell him that we’re doing,”

he takes the shot and giggle, knowing that’s what he’d do.

after a few more rounds you decide to make it interesting, “i dare you to show me your muscles.”

changkyun hides his face with a blush and you groan when he started to fill the shot glass. “noo, show me.”

he clears his throat and lifts his arms, flexing as hard as he could, “your arms are as big as my thighs.”

he got you back by daring you to show him your favorite body part on him, which led you to poking his nose.

changkyun chuckles, “my face?”

you shake your head and sit on your knees, leaning closer to him, “your nose.”

he gets compliments on his nose by fans often but this time his heart started racing fast, “what’s your favorite part on me?”

changkyun already knew, but he eyes you up and down slow anyway, “your legs.” you blush, looking at your legs, but they just look like regular legs to you. “they look pretty when you wear skirts.”

you raise an eyebrow, “do you look at them secretly when i wear skirts?” changkyun shamefully nods but you laugh at him, “it’s okay, i watch you too.”

“what do you watch?” you bite the inside of your cheek and look down, “i like when you wear sweatpants.”

changkyun looks down at the sweatpants he was currently wearing and laughs, “why?”

“your dick print.” you were blunt which made him turn his head so you didn’t see the blush that covered his face.

“i like when you wear these shirts, especially without a bra.” he was quick with his response and it made your heart beat faster.

you look down at the tank top you were wearing and didn’t realize how much your breasts show until he said something, “do you want to touch them?”

changkyun nods, the alcohol assuming all his critical thinking at this point and reaches his hands up to grab the boobs that won’t leave his mind.

he grips them delicately and your head tilts back at the feeling, “what do you think?” he laughs at your question and continues to palm them. “better than i expected.”

when he pulls away after a few more seconds, you take a deep breath and take your shirt off completely, “what about now?”

changkyun’s adams apple bobs from his nervous swallowing, then reaches in again, gripping your breasts soft like before. “they’re perfect.”

you lay down at his pillows and pull him close so he would kiss you while playing with your breasts. he lays next to you, with half his body on you and kisses your lips slowly.

during the kiss you could feel his hand rubbing your bare waist, which let a soft moan come out, and even with his muscles, you coulld tell he was a gentle lover.

a few minutes into the kiss, changkyun pulls away so he could leave gentle kisses on your neck, and you tilt your head back again with a moan.

“you sound so pretty when you moan.” his raspy words sent a shiver down your spine and you could feel it in your crotch.

his hand moved down to the area that was beating for him while he continued to kiss your neck and your hips lift at the feeling of him tracing a finger over your clothed clit.

he smiles at your reaction and begins to rub the spot, biting soft at your neck as a wet spot grows. “please.” changkyun smirks at your pleading, then slides two fingers in immediately and feels how wet you were for him.

you gasp at the feeling of your pussy being stretched then bite your bottom lip when he shoves them deep inside of you. “your fingers are amazing.”

he smirks again and pumps his fingers slow, digging his head in your neck with a groan. just seeing you moaning and panting for him made his dick feel like it was about to explode.

changkyun moves his fingers faster, curling them a bit so he could make you feel better and you let out a whine while he kisses your neck.

you grip the sheets and massage his hair with the other hand while he fingers you then kiss his ear softly. “is it okay if i taste you?”

“yes please.”

changkyun pulls his fingers out slowly and you watch in awe while he licks them clean. “you’re so sexy.” he blushes when you compliment him and he slides your shorts off quickly. “you’re sexy too.”

your legs close subconsciously when he gets eye level to your pussy but he kisses your thighs soft while opening them back up for him.

changkyun admires your wetness, watching it glisten in the barely lit room and you stare at the ceiling from awkwardness. “Y/N, i want you to watch me.”

you hesitantly look at him and he smirks before leaning down to take your clit in his mouth. a gasp comes from the back of your throat at the feeling and he swirls his tongue around the small nub with a hum.

you watch intently while his nose brushes against your clit while his tongue moves down to your folds, flicking them around.

you arch your back at his movements and a string of curses come out, “i dont think i will last very long changkyun.”

he smirks then continues to slurp out all your juices, his nose still rubbing your swollen clit and adding to the pleasure.

he slowly opens your folds so he could lick deeper inside of you and you moan loudly, clenching hard before cumming in his mouth.

changkyun licks up the sudden rush of juices coming from your hole and your body shakes from the sensation.

you watch as he sits up and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, “you taste good.” you giggle and blush, hiding your face in his pillow.

he lays next to you on the bed and you take the opportunity to straddle his waist. “now it’s your turn to feel good.”

changkyun puts his hands on your hips, his heart beating fast in anticipation. “just relax and i’ll do all the work baby.”

he does as you say and watches you pull his sweatpants down to his knee, then blushing when his already hard dick pops out.

you give it a few strokes then spit on the tip before lining it to your hole and slowly sitting on his cock.

your mouth opens at his size filling you perfectly and he reaches up to massage your breasts. “good girl.”

you moan softly and start bouncing slow at first, then going faster when your pussy gets used to his size.

you could tell changkyun was enjoying himself by the way his face scruches and his squeezing on your boobs get harder. “go faster baby.”

you’re usually the teasing type but his desperate voice makes it hard to be cruel so you do as he says and bounce faster, moaning loud when his tip hits your gspot.

he grabs the back of your neck with both arms and brings you down to his chest so he could buck into you faster. “sorry baby girl, i’m really trying to be patient but i need to fuck you hard.”

you moan at both his movements and words, letting him do whatever he wanted to you.

changkyun moves his hands down to your ass and gives it a few slaps while simultaneously slamming you down, so your pussy engulfs all of his dick.

“is it okay if i cum in you?” he asks breathlessly and kisses your neck, “yes i’m on birth control.”

he groans loud and thrusts his hips up faster at the thought of being able to cum inside of you. “im close baby.”

you moan with him and sit up while he fucks you, your tits bouncing with every thrust. “cum for me changkyun.”

his eyes tighten up and he shoots his load deep inside of you, yours following close after with a whine.

you stay ontop of him for a few seconds and continue to slowly ride him until both of your highs ride out.

changkyun rubs your ass in his hands when you were too tired to get off, and just lay your head on his chest.

“thank you Y/N,” he was breathless still and you giggle, “thank you too, i’ve been waiting months for that.”

at this point, the pleasure made the both of you sober up and you didn’t want to think about what shownu would say when he gets back.