#no matter how much sleep i get i cant stop being exhausted

[wandasaura]

— 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

🫐⊹ ˚ . 18+, men dni ⁺ 𓈒 ꒰🪩꒱ ♡ ･ full masterlist ✧

[ ꕤ ] — ageplay [ ♡ ] — smut [ ✧ ] — fluff [ 🂱 ] — series [ ౨ৎ ] — au

‎ WANDA MAXIMOFF — parts will be added as written

the plan [ 2.1k ] ♡

wanda’s been neglecting you for weeks, it’s only fair that you get back at her when she least expects it

the quiet game [ 3.7k ] ♡

nobody can beat wanda at her own game, but that doesn’t stop you from trying, and roping natasha into your little game much to her amusement

the colors in autumn, so bright [ 3.3k ] ♡

when the weight of your anxious thoughts becomes too much, wanda knows just how to ease all your worries

bent right to your winds [ 2.8k ] ♡

visiting your wife at work has become a normal part of your routine, but when she gets particularly handsy one afternoon, you find yourself christening her office whether you like it or not.

imgonnagetyouback [ 1.7k ] ♡

after you push wanda to her limits at the pumpkin patch, she returns the favor once you get home

goddamn blaze in the dark [ 2.3k ] ♡

when the ultimate arises of being allowed to orgasm or being allowed to relieve your bladder, the only thing you can do is hope to god that you can be the good girl she expects you to be

NATASHA ROMANOFF — parts will be added as written

gold thats in your eyes [ 2.8k ] ✧

you’ve known natasha romanoff since she first defected to shield, but it’s taken you years to realize that you’ve loved her since then too

let me check [ 2.3k ] ♡

natasha just wants to make sure you haven't broken any rules since she left, and who better to help her out than maria

dress [ 1.7k ] ♡

when the dress you wear to wanda’s halloween party catches the eye of a few too many people, natasha’s left with no other choice than to punish you. coming soon.

WANDANAT — parts will be added as written

you’re on your own kid [ 1.7k ] ✧

when boredom strikes in the absence of your girlfriends, you make friendship bracelets that will tether you together no matter the distance

red wine supernova [ 2.7k ] ♡

when wanda first proposed making you cum in front of her friends, you’d thought she’d been joking, but when maria and carol come over for your annual halloween movie night, you realize she wasn’t at all.

delicate [ 2.2k ] ♡

you’ve carefully planned for wanda and natasha’s return, and an abandoned red bra in the living room lays all of your plans on the table for them to bring to life while you sleep peacefully upstairs

you are in love au ♡ ✧ 🂱 ౨ৎ

when wanda and natasha decide to add a third party their marriage purely, they don’t expect to form a romantic connection with you. they especially don’t expect for you to hate wanda.

one | two | three | four | five | six | seven | eight | nine | ten | eleven | twelve | thirteen | fourteen | fifteen | sixteen (completed)

call it what you want ♡ ✧ 🂱 ౨ৎ

nobody really knows what to call your relationship with wanda and natasha, but it doesn’t matter, your happy to be theirs and they’re happy to be yours

one | two

little dove au ꕤ ✧ 🂱 ౨ৎ

the sweetest thing that had ever stumbled into their lives was you; their innocent little dove.

one (discontinued)

its all my love [ 114k ] ♡ ✧ 🂱 ౨ৎ

when you start to develop feelings for your strict slavic language professor, the relationship doesn’t come without strings… or another woman

MARIA HILL — parts will be added as written

i cant promise picket fences [ 2k ] ✧

maria’s always been married to her job, but lately she’s been married to the idea of a future with you

even statues crumble [ 2.7k ] ✧

when exhaustion creeps up on you after a long week, you find yourself coming undone quickly. luckily, maria’s there to hold you close and put all of your broken pieces back together

mastermind [ 1.8k ] ♡

halloween night was always hectic at shield, maria’s lucky enough to come home and release her frustration on you.

let me check [ 2.3k ] ♡

natasha just wants to make sure you haven't broken any rules since she left, and who better to help her out than maria.

WANDANAT X CAPTAIN HILL — parts will be added as written

know my place ♡ ✧ 🂱 ౨ৎ

you spend your nights wrapped up in four different sets of sheets, but graduations approaching, and what you have won’t last forever

one (work in progress)

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[derww]

for @heartcircus.

its not like zam actually tries to talk: he stands, carefully holding his notes, just staring at spawn, noticing one familiar face after another, feeling like all thoughts in his head became too heavy, and then just. turns around. and leaves.

you know, all of the princezam nature is to oppose, is to fight. but the last seasons taught him about just how important it is to appreciate people around, to do not only for yourself but for them too. and just today he promised to not interfere with mapicc's plans.

he can't fight, but he can't support. so he leaves. first time in many days, he has no words to say anymore.

all of it is just too familiar, and memories of the past cloud his mind and make every part of his body weak and stale. story repeats itself, and hed hate to see it continue and weave hemself into it, so he does not. i need some time to be alone, he says to derapchu and goes almost to the border – to sunny hill, surrounded by snow-capped mountains.

this time something in it reminds him too heavy. he doesn't build a castle. instead, he builds a hut.

it's not so bad, he says to himself, laying firewood in the stove, it's not season 4 anymore, noone will backdoor the server and mapicc will stop. sooner or later. i cant fight him, but i dont have to. everything will end. and then ill go back.

he feels so fucking tired. only now he understands just how tired he is. so he lies down. and sleeps. and sleeps. and sleeps.

it never gets better; the tombstone of exhaustion only presses him down harder and harder. he sleeps and sees dreams. he cooks himself food and eats it, feeling no taste. he plants flowers and takes care of them. sometimes he talks to derapchu. he never tells where he is.

only in so slow time he suddenly understands just how misplaced he is. he's patch on patch, stitched over and over again with scraps of fabric, no matter how worn or unsuitable they may be, over and over and over, stitched with scars running through his spine. he is a trace of something forgotten, overlaid by images of other people and experiences, accustomed to it so much that it feels like himself. he sleeps and sees no nightmares. maybe it's for the worse.

so far from anyone, without any real goal, Immersed deep into himself, he easily starts missing hours, days, and weeks. time doesn't feel real, and he, at the end, too. people write him. sometimes he answers. he never agrees to meet.

i'll go back when the mawn thing will be over; he promises to derap but hardly believes in it himself. something makes him feel like he has nothing to come back to. this house is also not his home, but it's at least silent here.

derap persists, but in the end he gives up too. and, in the end, he is left alone. he grows dandelions in the field around. when an unfamiliar flower appears in the field, he does not prevent it from growing nearby.

he blinks and feels like he missed a whole week. sometimes he just lies there and doesn't move. he doesn't feel the softness of the pillow, the springy floor under his feet, and, after all, he doesn't feel pain either. a ringing void freezes in his head. he feels tired, but sleep doesn't help.

he missed a moment something changes.

something about how the world exists around him. something about how forest smells like. something about how the grass is rustling under his feet. something is wrong, but he barely makes himself care. it doesn't matter, not really, but time still slows down. he slowly dips his hands into the loose earth, feeling the coolness and texture. nothing here belongs to him, but that's not the point. he plants some poppy seeds. one of them ends up in a pot on his windowsill.

i'm fully okay, he says to derap while not being able to remember what he ate today, i'm just in retirement for now. i will go back to you, i promise. i just need some time.

the boards under his feet creak differently. sometimes something whistles, like an unfamiliar bird. sometimes it seems to him that the grass next to the house is crushed.

isn't this a true peaceful life, he asks himself. to run away from everything and be alone. in the end, there is no way to harm anyone if you are alone. he feels like he was running a marathon all this time and only now stopped.

he adds blue orchids, but their blue is drowning in the red. he takes the smallest orchid inside and turns it into a magnificent flower. In a moment of weakness, he takes the cornflower inside. the next one turns out to be an orange tulip. he doesn't comprehend it.

is it what i wanted in season four, he asks himself. this place strangely reminds him of it. he reminds himself of it, too, allowing himself to feel anything. he still can't decide if it's a good thing. 

the rain is pounding on his window. someone is knocking on his coffin lid. poppies fill the whole field.

i miss them, he writes on a paper. but i can't go back yet. not while spawn is someone's. not while i have to fight my best friend.

when he comes back from the forest, his house still keeps warmth. his footsteps are echoing, and his diary is open by the wind. i miss being able to decide, this page says. i was good at it once.

he doesn't feel sick. he feels dump. the green in his cape is starting to fade.

sometimes it seems to me that i won't be able to overcome this, he writes. but I know i can handle it. i always can. i will overcome anything. i just can't give up.

the forest smells of pine and fir, and it has not been lost in the trees for a long time, wandering far beyond the edge. the forest always brings him back when he wants to. it never holds him by force and generously supplies him with tree cones and wet moss. he always comes back because he has nowhere to go.

this time, when he comes home, he has a visitor. he is not surprised: he calls them by name, nods, makes tea from fir needles.

mapicc rests his head on his elbows.

– lets go home, – he says. zam shakes his head.

– to mawn? – he asks.

mapicc squints.

– yes.

– i won't.

– why.

zam looks at him almost regretfully.

– because i refuse to fight you, – he answers simply, – and i will have no choice but to.

– even fighting me is much better than- than whatever this is, – mapicc remarks irritably.

– i don't want to fight you ever again, – zam signs, – i know you like me as your enemy. i do not.

– you don't have to fight me. join me.

– i hate everything you've created, – he answers with pity, – and i can't change it. please, leave me alone. do whatever you want to do. and one day i'll be able to go back.

– i dont understand why you oppose it so much. you haven't even given it a try. is it, like, that bad? people love it; you can love it too.

zam shakes his head.

– did you really come to convince me to love what I hate?

– i came to invite you to my thing.

– not this time.

in the end, mapicc still leaves. only after that zam takes his floor apart to find a secret passage under the boards. it leads to a dug-out underground room filled with anything. there are books everywhere. an unmade bed. and a pot with a dandelion in the middle of the makeshift countertop.

mapiccs room, says the sign. he adds a glow ink to it and looks around again.

for an infinitely long moment he considers just starting to live here.

[chapel-of-rizztual]

Mountain gets sick. It’s rare that he does, rare for any ghoul really, but somehow some human virus got him. Rain volunteers to look after him, he isn’t exactly high maintenance when he’s sick, just clingy. All he wants is to be held and pet and loved on a little while he tries to sleep away the sickness. Rain doesn't mind it. He actually quite likes it.

Unfortunately for Mountain, on day three of his sickness, his rut hits. He wakes up with an all too familiar burning feeling in the pit of his stomach, knot throbbing and his cock rock solid between his legs. He cries when it doesn’t go down. Rain reassures him that it’s fine, that he’ll look after him and make him feel better but Mountain just cries more when Rain tries to touch him. He’s too weak, too overwhelmed and overstimulated from being so ill, his skin too sensitive.

Rain ends up cockwarming him for a while. It’s just enough to take the edge off his rut but not too much that it overwhelms him completely. He lies next to Mountain, chest to chest, his leg thrown over Mountains hip, with the earth ghoul buried deep inside him. Mountain keeps his face buried in Rains neck, he has since he got sick, giving the occasional lick to his scent glad.

It only lasts a few hours before Mountain is letting out a painful whine, rolling his hips lazily. “M-more.” His voice is croaky and a little high pitched from not being used. “Please. Need more.”

Rain coos at him, brushing away the few strands of hair that had fallen into Mountains face.

“Yeah? Ready for more now?”

Mountain nods, rolling his hips with a little more enthusiasm before collapsing back into bed with a cry.

“Cant do it.” His eyes well with tears. “I’m so exhausted, but I- I need it.” He chokes a sob.

Rain brushes away the tears on his cheeks with the pad of his thumb.

“I’ve got you, babyboy. I said I’d look after you, didn’t I?”

Mountain nods and he let out a pitiful sniffle. Rains doesn’t say anything else, just slips Mountain out of him causing him to whine.

“Lie on your back, darling. Let me take care of you.”

Mountain does as he’s told, he couldn’t fight back even if he wanted to. He moves very sluggishly onto his back, looking up at Rain with expectant eyes as the water ghouls straddles his hips. It’s only then that Rain gets a good look at his face and notices just how sick Mountain looks. His lips are dry and chapped, his skin ghostly pale and chalky. His normally bright eyes are dull and almost scarily lifeless, dark circles set deep beneath his eyes. His hair is limp and lifeless, damp with sweat and matted from the little care. Rain still thinks he looks beautiful.

“Oh my darling.” He rubs up and down At Mountains chest, watching as his breath hitches. “You really got hit with a double edged sword, didn’t you.”

Mountain whines and nods, pouting a little as his hips jump upwards. He has no control over it, it’s just instinct at this point.

“I’ve got you.” Rain whispers. He sinks down onto him without another word. Mountain gasps, his hands gripping at Rains thighs but he makes no moves to stop him.

Rain rides him slowly, not wanting to overwhelm him, but also wanting to give Mountain an out of he wanted it. He moves his hips in slow figure eights, running his hands over any part of Mountain he can reach. Mountain struggles to keep his eyes open, it’s a battle Rain watches in slight amusement until eventually Mountain loses and his eyes slip closed. He’d think he was asleep if it wasn’t for the little moans and whimpers he was letting out.

“Such a good boy, Mount. Doing so well for me.” Rain praises as he pets over his chest. “Feeling good, baby? You’re being so good for me.”

Mountain doesn’t last long. Rain didn’t expect him to. It was only a matter of minutes before he’s pawing at Rains thighs with a whine.

“Rain, I’m gunna- need to-“ His voice is breathless and high pitched. “Knot. Gunna knot.”

Rain grabs at his hands, squeezing them. “That’s it, baby. Knot me. Make yourself feel better.”

Rain watched at Mountains eyes screw shut and his mouth drops open with a long moan as his knot pops inside Rain. Rain lets out a little grunt as it does, feeling himself gets stretched out. He feels as he gets flooded with warmth as Mountain starts to cum.

“I can feel you.” He hums, rubbing at his lower stomach. “Can feel you filling me with your kits.”

Mountain moans.

“Filling you with my kits.” He cracks his eyes open and Rain can see there’s a little more life in them now, a little glint. “Gunna take this time, I know it.” He slurs out.

Rain can’t help but smiling at the blissed out expression on Mountains face.

“Feel any better?”

Mountain nods.

“You didn’t cum.” He pout up at Rain.

“Don’t worry about that, baby. This wasn’t about me, just wanted to make you feel better.” Rain thumbs over Mountain bottom lip with his thumb. Mountain parts his lips and sucks the digit into his mouth with a hum.

“Can we cuddle again now? I’m so tired and I don't like you being this far away.” He mumbles around Rains thumb.

“You’re literally inside me.” Rain chuckles at him.

“Yeah but that’s still too far away.” Mountain pouts, pawing at Rains hips.

Rain moves them both, carefully so he doesn’t tug on the knot, so they’re back in their original position, chest to chest, his leg over Mountains hip. Mountain immediately buries his face back into Rains neck, inhaling his comforting scent.

It takes him a matter of seconds to fall asleep, a gentle purr rumbling through his chest. Rain can’t help smiling as he runs his fingers through Mountains hair. It had been the first time he’d seen Mountain this content the whole time he’d been sick.

[rodolfoparras]

So in SSKTJL, the suicide squad gets infected with Fear Gas because of Batman

For context, Fear Gas is a gas created by Scarecrow or Johnathan Crane, and when inhaled, you live through your worst fears until worn off.

And Digger's worst fear is everyone leaving him behind, being unwanted and forgotten. In the scene, George talks to himself, saying they've probably already left him. Calling himself a loser and and a coward and shit. He sees "NOT WANTED" posters of himself hung up around

(I can't do this anymore, bro)

What if Reader's worst fear was watching all of his friends/teammates die and losing them all🥰

Running around trying to listen to Harley's advice (because she knows Scarecrow and the toxin) but he just keeps hearing his friends scream for help and their bodies everywhere but he's literally unable to help them, because they're not fucking real but it's scary asf

And once it's all over, Reader is all over Digger the rest of the night. They're the closest, so it's already not that weird, but he's literally not giving Digger a MOMENT of peace. a hand on that man the entire time, following him everywhere, fucking sleeps on top of him to try and keep him safe

Mumbles to him all night about being scared of losing him and how much he cares about him and Digger's just "🧍‍♂️wut?" Because he genuinely believes that despite working with the team, he's very easily disposable and they could all replace him but don't because of Waller

Reader ramping up his affection for Digger after that because he's not gonna let him think that shit??

Idk where I'm going with this but I love him so much. Just wanna play with his hair and kiss his face 😞

-🐧

Cw: tooth rotting fluff, x male reader

Okay but thinking about you being unable to calm down even though the gas has long stopped having effect, even though you’re back in your current reality with all your friends where they’re all very much alive and doing well but no matter what they say or do you just can’t calm down

It’s like you’re still stuck in that place, watching all your friends die in front of you without being able to do anything, and Digger being Digger starts joking around, telling the rest of the team how they should just knock you out to make sure you get to sleep through the night.

But his words turn into squeaks as you pull him into a bruising grip, his head shoved into your chest, and your arms locked in an iron grip around his waist.

Unintelligible sounds escape his lips as he tries to push you away from him but you don’t budge an inch, if anything you hold him tighter, nuzzling your face into his honey blonde locks and inhaling his scent, and for once you actually seem to relax.

“Uh hello big guy? cant breathe here,” the sound of Digger’s strained voice sends the whole squad into fits of laughter, with them even making comments about how you’re his responsibility for the night before splitting up to get some rest.

“Alright alright that’s enough” digger says as he finally breaks out of your embrace “jeez I know I’m a lovable guy but even that was a bit too much eh?” Digger says, clearly being sarcastic as he proceeds to prepare his make shift bed.

He doesn’t even get to lay down properly before you’re on top of him, your body weight pinning him in place an arm once again locked around his waist.

“God dammit,” Digger grunts out as his back meets the harsh impact of the ground. “What’s with you tonight eh? Gas scared you that bad? What did you even see?”

And maybe it’s the hint of concern in his voice or it’s the exhaustion from todays events, but you decide to tell you him what you saw earlier today.

Surprisingly enough, Digger listens intently to every word you have to say, at some point you think he’s fallen asleep or spaced out because it’s so unusual for him to not interrupt but when you look up, you see the very much focused look on his face as he continues to listen to you.

Once you’re done speaking you peer up at him - only to be met with the sight of his furrowed brows as he worries his bottom lip.

This time it’s your turn to ask what’s on his mind, digger doesn’t waste a second before he starts to explain, telling you how he can understand why you’d be worried about losing king shark- he was a great asset to the team - or Harley - she was a smart cookie or dead shot - look at his name! who wouldn’t want a guy like that on his team ? but he can’t understand why you’d be worried about losing him.

He doesn’t say it in a self deprecating way, but rather as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world, as if he’s speaking of the way the sun is bound to rise tomorrow and maybe that hurts more than if he were to say it in a self deprecating tone.

You’re swift to rise up, knocking the air out of his lungs as you go on a tangent about how of course he’s an important part of the team, promptly mentioning the many times he’s saved your ass or saved another member of the team, the many times he’d been the reason as to why they succeeded in whatever mission you were doing.

By the time you’re done you’re all out of breath, chest rising and falling at a rapid pace hands still hanging in the air and staring wide eyed at the Aussie man.

“Alright alright big guy I get it,” he says, now sporting a blush on his face and avoiding your gaze while bashfully rubbing at the back of his neck. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you have a crush on the ol’ captain” Digger say with somewhat of a forced chuckle , and peers up at you beneath soft blonde lashes.

“Maybe I do,” you shrug.

“Wha-“

“Sleep digger, we have a long day tomorrow no?” You say, suddenly laying down again and pulling him into your arms before he can protest. You can hear him cursing under his breath but he doesn’t do anything to try and get out of your embrace. “Goodnight captain” you say with a smile on your face.

“Goodnight” he grumbles back as he tightens his hold on your waist.

[babbling-idiot]

Can I request Herbert west x reader (established relationship! where reader ends up dying and Herbert is desperate to bring them back while Dan is begging him not too because they both know reader doesn’t ever want to be reanimated after they die, and right before Herbert injects them, he stops

Herbert could hear his heart beating in his ears. He couldn't hear Dan screaming at him from across the room. Dan's holding a door closed while a reanimated corpse tries to push past the threshold. He can't distinguish between his own thoughts and Dan trying to get through to him. Every now and then, his thoughts will be interrupted by Dan's voice.

'If I can just give them just a little bit, the result won't be as severe as the rest of the corpses. They wouldn't want this Herbert. But I can't go on without them. Please think about this Herbert, it's Y/n we're talking about.'

Herbert thinks he is replying to his own thought conspiring against him, but he cant tell the difference right now. With the reanimate liquid running through his own living flesh and the reanimated corpses running around, the same one that had just killed you moments ago, right outside the door there is too much happening right now.

"Herbert! Listen to me dammit!!"

This time he really hears Dan yell at him. He whips his head around and looks at him. Herbert's eyes are crazy, his pupils blown wide. Dan looks no better. The syringe is circling closer and closer to your neck and Dan is starting to panic.

"I can do this Dan. I can bring them back and everything will be ok."

Herbert turns and looks to the sight where he plans to inject the reagent. Dan whales.

"Herbert! Look at them! They are DEAD. You can't bring them back, they wouldn't want to be one of these things."

Herbert shakes his head and looks to Dan slowly.

"They'd want to be alive."

He goes to stick the syringe in but Dan yells out one more point, hoping to get through to his friend.

"Yeah, they would. But this is not being alive, this is a painful torture."

Herbert stops, the needle is poking the skin of their neck, dangerously close to completing what he set out to do. He thinks.

'Y/n would want this right? They know I'm so close to perfecting it. They believed in me.'

Herbert looks over to the desk that has scattered solutions and medical scrap scribbled all over. At the bottom, he sees in his handwriting the words "Not yet perfected!"

He sucks in a breath and can feel the high he once was at the top of, coming down like a waterfall. Clarity hits him and he drops the syringe. He turns to Dan, a grimace takes over his face as he leaves your side. He grabs the gun on the table next to the door. Just out of reach of Dan's outstretched hand. He points it at the corpse and fires a shot. Blood, bone and brain matter flies onto the wall behind the corpse. Dan falls back a bit as the door closes all the way shut with a slam. The sound of the corpses body sliding down the door is the only thing that can be heard over the sounds of the two men breathing heavy and the high pitched sound reverberating in their ears.

Herbert walks back to your side. His hand swipes the syringe to the ground and his hand is placed on your cheek. It's starting to get cooler the longer you've been gone. He feels a pit forming in his stomach knowing that you are gone, but gone because of something he did. He won't forgive himself for this. This is unspeakable. Dan doesn't move from his spot. He knows how Herbert feels, it's the way he felt when Meg died. How he too almost made the worst mistake of his life. Herbert leans in, placing his forehead on your cheek. He doesn't want to let you go. He doesn't want to forget you. He needs more time with you. He can't do this without you. He feels tired now. He feels exhausted from everything. He can almost hear your voice in his head.

'You should go to bed and get some sleep Herbert. You'll need it in the morning. Remember to eat and drink something when you wake up, you always forget.'

He laughs to himself. If he's lucky, he'll dream of you tonight. He'll dream that this didn't happen or that the reagent actual works and he brought you back, just like the way you were. He knows deep down, that is far off dream and this is all of his fault. But he can dream to can't he?

[divinemare]

Req: Fourth Wing Violet x Xaden

Song: Dangerous Hands by Austin Giorgio

Maybe an early training session on the mat that turns a little spicy ;)

i cant believe i slept on this request for so long bcos i hadn’t seen it, I LOVED THE SONG AND WRITING THIS. i’m so sorry this took me this long to see but i hope you enjoy this. it’s short, not extra mega spicy, but i honestly liked it.

thank you so much for the req and lemme know what u think!

Dangerous Hands

FOURTH WING ONE SHOTS: Xaden x Violet

summary: just xaden being a horny for violet, honestly

tw: a lil bit of spice

Light filtered through my windows, warning that I had officially lost any chance of rest whatsoever. Only now, after hours in the dark contemplating how fucked up I was, did I come to feel the exhaustion of a night without sleep.

As I slowly rose from my bed, stretching my muscles and massaging my neck in search of false relief for my aching muscles, the pressure in my chest that hadn't left me all night increased in intensity to the point where I felt a fire burning inside me for every memory that came back to me.

Her mouth; so close to mine, her legs; spread wide as I lay on top of her, her chest; rising and falling with such acceleration as sweat drenched her body, and her hands; her fucking hands, all over me like chains that wanted to plunge me into the depths of hell.

Who knew, that a woman who looks so innocent could have such dangerous hands. I craved her in the morning like a mad man, I craved her in the night like a starving man, I craved her every fucking hour of every fucking day like a desperate man.

There was no hour, no minute, not even a second, when I wasn't cursing myself for not being able to stop thinking about what Violet's hands could do to my body. To my whole body.

Including that stupid piece that kept pressing on my trousers with the memory of her chest pressed to mine as her dagger, the one I'd custom made for her, was pressed into my neck last night.

Her heartbeat matched mine as her open lips made way for my mind to imagine scenarios where, that same mouth, was open wrapped around my dick.

I had no fucking idea how I was going to get on with my day, to see her, and not think of all the things I wanted to do to her when she was underneath me on the floor last night.

"You can do better than that," I said to Violet as I sent another of her daggers flying away.

Violet rolled her eyes in irritation, causing that tick in my chest to rise in intensity and a smile to pull my lips sideways.

"Shut up," her attack came fast and accurate, and I couldn't help the small low chuckle as I dodged her attacks and launched my own.

From one moment to the next, Violet had me on the ground, a moment's distraction was all it took for her to find my weak spot and exploit it, just as I taught her. But here it turns out, my weak spot, was the whole woman who was now on top of me. The very peace in all my war.

"You’re not laughing so much now, huh," she said between quickened breaths as she carefully placed her knee on my dick.

"I taught you well, Sorrengail," I smiled sideways, hiding that burning desire to wrench the smile from her face with my lips on hers.

Damn, I was so hot, I wondered if Tairn and Sgaeyl were doing their thing. Or if what I was feeling for Violet was simply getting out of hand.

"But I must do a little better," my hand flew to her throat and, without pressing too hard, I rolled her on her side to position myself on top of her, her throat still under my hand.

There were lines I still didn't know if I was crossing with her, thoughts that kept me awake at night, my secrets haunting the infinite possibilities of fucking all this up. But as long as I held her like this, close to me, with my body pressed into hers and my heart beating to the same rhythm, it all stopped mattering.

Everything except the absurd desire that invaded me to kiss her, to touch her, to make sure that everything in her was mine, and everything in me was hers.

Then a dagger was pressed to my throat, and my dick pulse it hurt.

"Fuck, Violet," I closed my eyes at the feeling of the cold dagger, unable to look into her eyes that were silently begging me to tear her apart.

"What?" She asked, her chest rising and falling with the intensity of the workout we were in, but her eyes detonating a mischief that added fuel to my fire. "Am I doing it too good?"

"Too fucking good," with the hand I still held on her neck I began to make circles with my thumb on her throat, moving down her chest until I reached her breasts.

Her back arched into me, as if asking me to touch her, not to stop, so I did, I squeezed her breast and made her sigh, gasp with the same desire that was already pressing in my trousers so hard I felt like I was going to explode. The dagger in her hands fell the moment I slipped my hand under her shirt and started playing with her already hard nipple.

Her hands went to my ass, squeezing it and pulling my hips closer to hers, my dick to her own pants.

A soft moan at the contact caused me to crash my mouth against hers to silence the sound of pleasure.

"We don't want to make too much noise, now we, Violence, or they're going to know we're not exactly training before I can make you explode with real pleasure."

"You're way too confident," she taunted, but the flash of pleasure and hunger in her eyes gave away how aware she was of all the ways I could make her come on this mat.

"Oh, and I'm about to show you just how much," as I brought my lips to her ear to murmur the words, I made sure to press my erection against hers and rub until her gasps flooded my chest with burning desire.

Just as my sanity was lost in her sounds, her dangerous hands crept upon my body, her touch leaving traces like a feather of flames.

[scarletwritesshit]

Yosuke Hanamura x F!Reader ❀ Town of Blossoms ❀ June 20th, 2013

A Thursday night in the middle of the week…Yosuke was still lying awake on his phone, despite having to go to work the next day. You only knew that this was the case because you too, were laying wide awake at such an hour. Despite not having the same obligations as him the following morning, you were still ultimately, no better than he was. In a way, despite the decision to stay up being of your own will, he still held a part of the blame for your wakefulness.

It was apparent that over the past few days, something has been weighing quite heavily on Yosuke’s mind. Did you have a clear answer as to what that something was yet? Unfortunately, no. The only hints that you had was the occasional side comment made in the midst of a conversation.

From what you could gather, it was something about friends and abandonment issues and other stuff of that sort. No big deal, he would always claim, but it often times lead to some late-night conversations. Tonight was no exception. Things started off as nothing more than a quick chat before bed. That “quick chat” had been going on for about two hours.

Tiredness was beginning to overtake you, but you didn’t want to abruptly ditch him in the middle of a conversation. Every time there was more than a few minutes in between responses, you’d think that maybe, he at long last, fell asleep. And so, you would allow yourself to slowly drift to sleep yourself, until you were somewhat woken up by the ringtone going off alerting you of a reply. The cycle would repeat; back and forth between two considerably tired people who simply could not bear to leave the other hanging.

You wondered if he even understood half of the nonsense manifested from your fingers. An exhausted person was in no position to provide any form of solid, logical advice, but you were trying your best regardless. Any person in their right mind would opt to wait until the morning or afternoon to resolve any sort of problems, aided with a clearer mind.

But you two were best friends. Logic got completely thrown out the window.

Don’t you have work tomorrow? you texted back.

You truthfully didn’t want to stop talking to him. Even if it were only for the night, it was the last thing that you wanted to happen. More importantly, however, you didn’t want him to fall ill from sleep deprivation, and were more than willing to sacrifice a few minutes of talk if it meant for the sake of his wellbeing.

yeah but i cant sleep anyways so it doesnt matter

Staring at your phone doesn’t help.

Like you were one to talk. Staring at your phone had no advantages for you either.

neither does blankly staring at my wall

Trying to sleep would be better for you regardless

but i dont wanna stop talking to you

too much on my mind

wayyy too much on my mind

Like what

Is it the stuff that’s been bothering you all week

This could be a prime chance for you to weasel an answer as to what was bringing him down so badly. Perhaps it was just a little wrong to use his tiredness to your advantage to try and figure out what has been bothering Yosuke. In all fairness, he did bring the topic up himself first. And you were sort of at a loss as to how to help him.

eh

longer than this week tbh

Longer? Did something else happen

no its the same stuff i guess

You guess?

mhm

idk how to tell you man

but ive just been worried that youll leave like everyone else

same nonsense

I have no intention of leaving. I promise.

But did something bring this up?

its nothing

im just really tired i guess

Can’t be nothing if you’re still awake over it

But please get some rest. At least for tonight.

You’re gonna be exhausted and miserable tomorrow if you don’t

You turned the screen of your phone off and laid it on your chest. It was late into the month of June. For Yosuke, this was the season of his birthday. It was a time where you would expect him to be happy, overjoyed even. Ironically enough, it could have been the one thing that was bringing him down after all.

The more that you thought about it, the more that it seemed like a logical explanation.

It was supposed to be a time of bringing together all of his friends to celebrate himself.

What friends, though?

Almost the entirety of your group had long since parted ways completely as Inaba calmed down and time marched on. It was of no fault of one or another, as fate had long since planned different paths for each of his friends to tread. Time and again, he would claim to be fine, but it was apparent that the loneliness was getting to him hard.

He wasn’t actually "used to it." Without a doubt, Yosuke was hurting deeply inside. As good as the intentions in your heart might have been, it wasn’t something that could be amended overnight, or even at all. Regardless, there was no way that you were going to give up on him. Somehow, you had to convince him that even though everyone else had broken contact, you had no plans of doing such yourself.

You checked your phone one last time. No response. You could only hope that he ultimately decided to give it a rest and fall asleep, or that the tiredness finally overcame him. At least tomorrow was Friday, but that was still another day of working that Yosuke had to survive. Oh so close to the weekend, yet just barely out of reach…

There was one remaining option for you to lift his spirits just in time for the weekend, and even beyond that. An opportunity that you have been silently chasing for so long may be closer than you thought. No more of this “waiting for the right moment.” For the sake of you both, one of you was going to have to take the first step forward. And if Yosuke seemingly had no plans to do it, nobody else but you could take the initiative.

You put your phone aside on the nightstand and stared blankly at the ceiling in the dark as you carefully sorted through your thoughts. No, caution was what caused such a delay in the first place. The longest you were willing to wait now would be until after he was free from the grips of Junes.

In a sea of pink blossoms, understand those before you and flourish as the purple as you are. It was as clear as day what action you needed to take. Show him that you would never leave him, and that you meant it.

Content with your plan of action, you closed your eyes and allowed yourself to, at long last, drift off to sleep.

[sinister-moonlight]

Its been so long since I finished @naffeclipse's fic Cryptid Sightings but I got the urge to draw some more Cryptid monster design for Eclipse cause I still can't stop loving the way Naff created their Crypid!Eclipse! <3 I cannot stop the love I have for CS and I do need to reread it one day.

I did forget that it was four arms sooo um... woop! Hahaha!

I was like always inspired by the AMAZING - I cant praise my love for Meep's art enough no matter how much I try!! - @themeeplord cause their CS!Eclipse makes me MELT! Lemme hold their cute face!! This time I went with a more glowly design since I love light effects and I imagine that this Cryptid!Eclipse can turn their light on and off to use as a angler fish to lure their prey closer in the dark.

Please check out both Naff and Meep for their amazing work and their ability to make me melt with their creations! <3

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A little "short" story under to build on the picture <3 Been a while since I written stories haha!

The ever pressuring darkness of the ancient forest around seem to chill you to your very bones. Every creak of the old trees makes you flinch and turn your head praying its just a bird, but there is no sound of any animals in the forest with you. No hooting owl. No scavenging fox in the underbrush.

It is just you.

Or is it?

The heavy blackness is suddenly breaking as a red light seem to come from a unknown source just a short ways in front of where you were going. It almost looks like a firefly as it bobbles gently in the wind. Another is soon followed but this one a deep blue.

You feel your tired legs start to move towards the almost hypnotizing light. The exhaustion in your body seem to get heavier as if the light is telling you that it is finally okay to take a break. You feel safe.

The silence of the forest is then shattered by the sound of bells.

'Ding... Ding...'

Its a soft sound. A sound that reminds you of a windchime softly singing in the summer breeze.

More lights are now accompanying the previous ones and they seem to almost take shape.

Your mind is trying to tell you that it is not safe. You know the stories of the demon in this forest - yet still you went in only armed with a old camera around your neck. The elders in your small town spoke of the demon - or old god as some called them - and how it lured in wrong doers and so called rulebreakers to punish them. You been taught and ordered already as a young child never to enter the forest at night, but the stories had done the opposite of scaring you away.

They had thrilled you to enter.

Yet now you feared that maybe you really should have listened. Maybe you should have been scared as slowly giant hands dipped in red and blue reached out for you to oh so gently grasp your head and hips. The size double of that of your head with claws longer then your whole hand. Sharper then the teeth of the old stray dog that you used to feed at night.

Bright yellow eyes enveloped in red stares into your own with a soft cooing and rumbling coming from fanged mouth. A sound resembling the bellows of a crocodile emitting from the being's chest where it's bright petal shaped crest stands proudly like that of a lions mane.

Slowly it pulls you in where the hands travel to gently lift you up and press you close to its body as if you were something precious to keep safe.

You are now fighting to keep your eyes open as they grow heavier and heavier as the gentle chime of the bells and the now soft rumbling sings you to sleep. The feeling of being moved only managed to make you lose the fight to stay awake.

The last thing you register as the slumber sweeps you under is a deep voice that whispers in your hair with what sounds like two overlapping voices.

"Rest little one. Nothing in our forest will cause you harm. Not as long as we can help it..."

[keenpuppypolice]

cw// brief mentions of attempted sui, DV

(westley belongs to my oomf, daegen is me)

self insert x oc type shiet

it was 7 am and westley was still on his computer. he turned off his 6 other monitors hours prior and kept his single one running. he was browsing random shit. looking at craigslist ads and so forth. he saw the morning sun peak through his blackout curtains. his boyfriend daegen would sometimes open it up time to time to let some sun in. westley hated it when he would do it, sometimes even yell at him to close it. right now though, daegen is sleeping on his bed. well... he likes to call it their shared bed.

westley could feel his eyes drag and he sat back. looking at his ceiling. he took a deep sigh and turned off his monitor screen. he usually left it run even when he was asleep. it was oddly comforting to hear it click and hum while he slept. he stood up, his legs were aching and he felt like he was about to drop. most times he would be sleeping on the couch just to get some rest but... he didnt want to sleep there for the time being.

he shuffled to his room and stood by the bed. his boyfriend was dead asleep, blanket covering his head, and sleeping clutched together in fetal position. westley peeled back the blanket and watched him flinch and his eyes shot open. the sight tugged at his heart which was odd for him. he felt... sad. usually hed find it funny to watch dae jump in his skin and flinch even if westley just slightly moved. but to watch him be on guard in his sleep was sad.

daegen tried to sit up and westley stopped him. "hey hey hey... you dont need to leave... i was just about to climb into bed with you," he said and watched him lay back down. westley took off his glasses, setting it on the night stand, and then proceeded to get under the blanket with him. he faced him, despite it all being blurry. he kissed him on the head and felt daes breathing hitching and nuzzling into the pillow a bit. wes brought up his hand... gently caressing dae on the cheek, which he flinched again to his touch. just... watching him sleep peaceful.

he could torment him right now if he could, and he wanted to. but the other part just wants to enjoy this moment. to enjoy that dae can trust him enough to not be hurt in this moment. to hear him softly breathe and his heavy eyes can rest without being tortured. he didnt know why he enjoyed hurting him. maybe it was knowing dae would always come back to him no matter how much damage he would do to him.

his fingers caressing daes hair, his own eyes becoming heavy and he couldnt stop thinking about him. just to see him smile, just to see him cry, just to see him in the same vicinity as him was just what he wanted in this life. its not that he doesnt care about him. hes scared of losing him. hes scared of being abandoned. he likes that dae will take care of him even if westley beats him an inch away from death. he doesnt like doing it but he cant help it.

he could feel his own heart start hurt and his eyes swell. he saw exhausted he made him become. how sick he looks and how he looks like a corpse. even with the fact he cant see shit at the moment, it still hurt him inside. he wish he could stop, he wish he wasnt such a monster. but he couldnt help it to push daegen over his limits. to watch him go into so much distress to where hes a danger to himself and to westley as well. there was a time he was almost successful to push him over the edge when westley started berating him while driving and next moment, daegen jumped out of the car while it was moving. for months wes would call him stupid for that attempt and consistently mock and bring it up every time they had an argument. or the time daegen stabbed westley in the hand and forearm with a meat fork. him and daegen didnt fight for almost three months after that incedent.

but wes watched dae sleep. everything hurt him. he could feel his tears drop onto his pillow. he etched his face closer before kissing daegen softly on the lips. his breathing quivering and his fingers shake until he held his face. he was saying things under his breath, like some sort of prayer. he began to slink his arms around dae's body. pulling him close to hug him as he slept. westleys eyes were closed at this point when shifting dae to be on his chest. his body weight pressing up against his and he hugged and held him. feeling dae breathe softly on his neck. it tickled him a bit, but in a comforting way. he could feel his head drift to sleep. he gave dae one last kiss before going to sleep on his own along with him.

he felt an odd peace right now, and he wishes this never would end. its all he ever wanted in his life. its all he needs in life and he couldnt be more calmer. his mind drifted as his muscles calmed and his breathing was in unison with his boyfriend. he felt everything level out for once, he couldnt be more thankful for dae to stick with him.

[novawritesthingsss]

I want to post the full wip, but cant :(

But anyways, heres a part of the WIP of The Forest's Calling

Cws: Sleeping problems, mentions of passing out (mild, nondescriptive though.), just general bad sleeping habits. If theres any more needed please tell me.

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Celeste had a problem. They couldn't sleep at night if their life depended on it. The only times they really get any sleep is when ‘they pass out from exhaustion’. Or that's what their friends call it, for them it's more of a nap, every few hours. Not passing out, they hoped.

Some say it's most likely an unchecked health condition or something. But that can't possibly be the case, they were fine, they have no illnesses. Well they sorta did, but that was a mental one, and undiagnosed. But even then that wasn't the case of course.

It was probably some kind of insomnia, which is technically a health condition but they chose to ignore that detail.

What really mattered is what was keeping them up, which they had a good idea of.

That stupid forest.

They couldn't stop thinking about it. It was the only thing that calmed the storm in their mind. Something about the forest was oddly calming. So calming in fact that they snuck off to it almost every day, trying to achieve the same feeling they had when they first found it.

They first stumbled upon the forest when they were 13, and still going through their little identity crisis. When they finally realized that they were more of a ‘they’ than a ‘she’. Of course, they had no idea what they were doing at the time. They didn't know how to express the change, and change has always brought them stress.

They found the forest when they went on a walk, to clear their mind. Even though that never really works for them. Just being alone in your thoughts while on the move. Then they saw that fence and let their curiosity lead them to the other side. Jumping the fence into the wonder that was the forest.

They wandered through the forest. Taking in the sights and smells of the forest. The nice breeze they felt through the thin hoodie they took out with them, which wasn't the best option in late fall to take.

It was calming, almost magical. It completely slowed their thoughts. Which is how their obsession with the forest started.

To be honest, it was pretty much an addiction they had with that forest. The calm feeling they rely on to get through the day. The calm that allowed them to ignore their thoughts, to distract themselves from reality.

So they went almost every night. Not the best replacement for sleeping. But it was better than laying restless on their bed. It's not like they would be able to sleep either way.

It wasn't healthy, and it left them worn out and tired the next morning. But they didn't care. They always get rest from the naps no?

Yeah, those naps don't do much at all. If they did, they wouldn't be taking involuntary ones all the time.

[littlewolf651]

I did not buy nor I want to play that wizard game. But let me tell you what happened to me today.

I have been helping with Turkey communication efforts to reestablish essential networks so people can coordinate better. Im part of a computer science volunteers team and we have known each other since the pandemic (we got together to help with BLM) This time we have worked non stop, taking turns only to eat and sleep naps till we finally got the main channels we were working on to hold themselves up. We were *tired*, but someone in our team had been trying to keep the morale up speaking about that game, because they have some experience in game dev so while we waited they would give their predictions and expectations about xyz mechanic. Thats not my area but it was refreshing to hear something that was not about the people dying.

When we finally made it, we said our goodbyes and went directly to sleep. I just woke up and saw the tag of the game on tumblr. I was expecting to read about people enjoying stupid animations or maybe the music, but what I have gathered is people sending each other to hell.

Look, fuck JKR, but playing a game made by hundreds of artists and programmers that made at least a decent job for what Im gathering, is not synonym with being a horrible person. And I say this because is more complicated than that, and is dangerous to simplify things so much. Is dangerous to use the same rhetoric of the person you go against. And is so dam exhausting to see people wasting energy in pitch and forks when real problems are right there.

Just be kind. Humans are stupid and like little stupid games. Millionaires are despicable but difficult to take down. We cant control most things, but at least we don’t have to make other people day difficult.

My apologies for writing this. I needed to get it out and your blog seemed more peaceful than most.

I don’t see how stating my opinion on this matter makes my blog less ‘peaceful’. I’m just making my stance on this clear. My tumblr isn’t made to cater to a specific fandom or aesthetic. I like, reblog, and post what I want. I understand wanting people to chill out about it. But a lot of people that are saying that are missing the point of the discourse.

Look, I love gaming. It’s my escape. I literally just finished playing Dishonored: Death of the Outsider and am about to play Subnautica Below Zero. Gaming is great.

However people from both the trans and Jewish communities have explicitly asked people not to condone and play this game, because it’s success ultimately just continues to hurt them in the long run.

If your want to ignore them and play it then go ahead! I’m not gonna stop you or condemn you for it. You don’t have to justify to me why people want to play it. If you wanna ignore the voices of other communities for the sake of your own enjoyment, then fine.

But there are hundreds if not thousands of other video games out there that you can play that don’t have this kind history of routinely hating on other communities.

Besides reviews for the game are pretty mid anyways. I’d rather go play Horizon 2 again.

Anyways, I don’t wanna talk about this anymore so here’s a picture of my cat to cheer people up. Ain’t he cute?

[houseofwolvess]

so tired

[redrreign]

the spike of despair i feel every time i look at my calender and see my work hours is such a shit feeling

[wingedbeings]

ok -_-

[personasintro]

bruhhhhh what about a drabble in which y/n is a little TOO drunk and jimin and tae cant handle her after they brought her back to her apartment so jk the mf king comes to beat her ass 🥊🥊🥊 ( and he is like able to shush her and shes intimidated by him ) 😏✨🤭

A part of Mutual Help series!

pairing: mh!jungkook x reader

warnings: explicit language

word count: 1.9k+

a/n: I hope you’re enjoying these!! please let me know what you think about it and if I should write more of them x

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You’re not the one to usually get fucked up.

With friends like Taehyung and Jimin, you’re usually the one looking after them and calling them a cab so they get home safely. They’re the wild ones that love to party, talk to other women and spend the night making out with them, if not inviting them to their apartments for a casual hook-up.

So, when the time comes and you tell yourself to “fuck it” because you’ve to loosen up and release all the tension from your new job and the responsibility that comes with it, you’re the one that needs to be taken care of.

However, even though you’ve planned to drink a little more tonight than you usually do, you haven’t planned to get fucked up at one of those nights where Taehyung insisted on going to a club. Again.

To be honest, you’re not sure what he likes about clubbing that much. You don’t like it but you go, because it’s always fun with your friends. But there are other factors that make you literally go “nooo” when someone proposes to go clubbing. Like all the people, sweaty people, that don’t know anything about personal space. Some of them probably carry perfumes, most of them being women because you could always smell the mix of different perfumes whenever you’d enter the restroom. It’s not a nice smell though. It makes you vomit and especially when you’ve had enough.

Not mentioning all the intrusive guys who are drunk and just looking for a vagina they could fuck.

It sounds as if you’re going clubbing often, but you’re not. If it weren’t for your friends, you’d barely go clubbing because you’re not the type to want that on your own. It’s not usually your idea to go, if ever. But everything seems fun with your friends and honestly, you feel comfortable enough to go with them.

Friends, who probably find you very difficult and annoying at the moment as they’re trying to make you sit on the small bench in your corridor.

“I hate clubbing,” you mutter drunkenly at them, laughing when Taehyung gets on his knees in front of you and tries to grab your ankles to take off your heels.

“We know, you tell us that every time you get wasted.” Taehyung mutters, ignoring the way your mouth falls open in disbelief.

“Taehyungie,” Jimin scolds him, getting on his knees as well to help Taehyung who seems to have trouble with taking off your heels.

Giggling through the entire time, you’re suddenly reminded of something when you look at the two men in front of you, seeing nothing but the top of their heads. “I got two men on their knees.”

Taehyung looks up, cocking his brow at you and finding you extremely annoying as you’re laughing to the point your shoulders shake. Jimin chuckles, nudging Taehyung with his shoulder as he breaks out a grin before they finally get your heels off.

“Kook, we’re taking her to the bedroom!” Jimin calls out to Jungkook who must be somewhere in your apartment. You can’t remember where he went.

“Oooh, sounds… exciting boys!” you joke, your voice resounding in your apartment.

Jungkook chuckles at that, currently in your kitchen preparing you a glass of water and pulling out painkillers from one of the cabinets. You’ll need it for sure. There’s a lot of commotion coming out of your room, something about taking off your make-up which makes Taehyung groan loudly. Jungkook doesn’t fight off the amused grin, only because now Taehyung finally understands how annoying he’s being when he’s drunk. Or at least he hopes he understands.

Jungkook pulls a coke out of your fridge and pours some for himself and for the guys, knowing they’ll have to wait until you fall asleep so they can go. Honestly, Jungkook wonders if one of them should spend the night just in case you get sick. Which you probably will because he hasn’t seen you this drunk in a while. You mentioned something about work when you first entered the club and had your first drink. However, Jungkook wonders if the problem lies somewhere else and that is Heaven. Or whatever his name is.

You’ve been dating for a while and it’s been only over two weeks since you mentioned the relationship isn’t what it used to be. He can smell a break-up in the air and he wonders if you got drunk because it either already happened or you know it will. Maybe he’s just overthinking this. Maybe you just wanted to have fun and get fucked up like Taehyung and Jimin do on a daily basis.

“Jungkook!” Taehyung suddenly yells, the door being opened before they’re loudly shut, Jimin’s soft but loud voice heard for a second.

Jungkook straightens up, ready to make a way over there but before he can move, Taehyung already storms into the kitchen. Face read and annoyed as he looks out of breath, as if he was fighting off a—

“Demon,” Taehyung breathes out, “Y/N is a freaking demon when she’s drunk.”

Jungkook laughs, “She’s just drunk, Tae.”

“Yeah, and she just slapped me for apparently pressing her eyes too harshly when I tried to take off her make-up because she can’t go to sleep without taking it off. God, that woman is a nightmare when she’s drunk!”

“It’s not like you’re a dream when you’re drunk,” Jungkook murmurs, earning a huge glare from Taehyung who keeps his mouth shut because deep down, he knows he’s just as bad.

“Go there! She’s your responsibility right now!” Taehyung exclaims loudly as Jungkook rolls his eyes and puts his body to a move as he brushes past Taehyung.

He barely gets to hold the doorknob before the door is being pushed open again and exhausted Jimin makes eye contact with him. “Great, you’re here!”

Jimin is out of the room and quickly joins Taehyung in the kitchen. Bastards…

Jungkook warily makes it into your room, looking around and barely noticing the flying pillow aimed at him. He catches it at the last minute, frowning at you as you’re standing at the corner of your room next to your closet, still wearing the dress that you wore to the club.

“What was that for?” Jungkook exclaims, watching you drunkenly and messily walk towards your bed before you take another pillow. Before Jungkook knows it, it’s thrown in his direction all over again and he catches it effortlessly and stomps his way over to you.

You’re screaming as if he’s about to kill you, trying to get away from him by jumping onto your bed and getting off the other side.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Jungkook asks, trying to get you from the other side but for a drunk person, you’re quick and make it out of your bed while standing in the middle of the room.

Jungkook stands there, watching you with narrow eyes for a moment. You do the same thing, stumbling a little. Jungkook uses the moment of surprise and he rushes over to you, not giving you any time to react and even when you try to, he gets a hold of you.

“What the fuck,” Jungkook groans when you trash in his arms, “Calm down, you need to get to bed. You’re going to hurt yourself, you damn woman.”

“No!” you whine, gasping when Jungkook lifts you up while his arms are wrapped around your waist, tossing you to the bed.

“Stop it,” he scolds you in a warning, pointing his finger at you which makes you slouch your shoulders in defeat. “What’s the matter?”

“I wanna go clubbing!” you pout, slapping your hands beside your sides like a bratty kid which makes Jungkook roll his eyes at your behavior.

He hears Jimin and Taehyung peeking out behind the door, watching the scene in front of them with curious and amused eyes. Jungkook glares at them but they just grin at them, silently telling him “See?”.

“You’re acting like a brat, Y/N,” Jungkook comments, sitting on the edge of your bed as you dramatically gasp. “And you’re drunk. You wanted to go home just a few minutes ago.”

“Yeah?” you ask, holding your head high as you’re fighting off the pout again. “Well, I wanna go back. I changed my mind.”

“You can’t just change your mind,” Jungkook shakes his head, “You’re already home.”

“You’re no fun,” you comment, tossing yourself on the back as you stare at the ceiling. “I don’t wanna be alone here.” you almost whisper, not really sure why you just admitted that all of a sudden.

Just a minute ago you were having fun and wanted nothing but be alone.

“We could stay here…” Jungkook reminds you softly. It wouldn’t be the first time.

“Can you? I think I’m gonna throw up once I fall asleep.” you admit, causing Jungkook to laugh a little. You sound so innocent and child-like. If you weren’t wearing that tight dress, he would actually believe you’re a kid for a moment.

“How about you change your clothes and put some pajamas on? We’re gonna set the couch and stay the night.”

“You’re not gonna fit there!” you whine, “Can you stay here with me?”

It wouldn’t be the first time you guys share a bed, but ever since you started dating Haechan there weren’t many opportunities to do that, nor were you looking for those opportunities. You’re not sure how he’d like that and just out of respect, you and Jungkook mutually understood you should tone it down even though nothing ever happens. You’re friends.

“You sure?” he asks, raising his brow. You might be wasted but you can still think logically, which couldn’t be said five minutes ago.

“Yeah,” you nod eagerly, “Can you rub my back though?”

Jungkook laughs, Jimin and Taehyung join too who are still watching the two of you and how easily Jungkook has handled you. “Deal, but be in bed in your pajamas once I come back. Or no back rubbing.”

“Yes, daddy.”

“Y/N!” Jungkook screeches, standing up as he looks at you in annoyance. You’re such a brat, you know he hates being called that and you’re still teasing and annoying him even in your current state.

Taehyung cackles and Jimin joins too, not being able to hold it any longer as Jungkook rushes them out of the door to give you the privacy. Once Jungkook makes it to your room to check on you, you’re patiently waiting for him and his back rubs patting the spot next to you. God, he thought you’d fall asleep.

But he joins you, rubbing your back just like he promised until you fall asleep so he can take a shower. Jimin and Taehyung are already sprawled on your couch, talking a bit before they fall asleep too. And when you wake up in the middle of the night, Jungkook holds the bucket for you until you fall asleep again, silently apologizing.

The next morning, Taehyung doesn’t forget to remind you what a pain in the ass you were which causes Jimin to scold him while Jungkook glares at his older friend. But you easily tell him to fuck off, reminding him all of the times he was the one being annoying and a pain in the ass.

Jungkook doesn’t fight off the grin he gives you. You can take care of yourself, maybe not entirely when you’re wasted but you can easily handle Kim Taehyung.

[milqueandsugar]

Hello I finally got enough courage to request smth! I saw that you did some hcs on how they would react to their crush getting rlly cuddly and sweet when thier tired? I was wondering if you could do C!Philza, C!Technoblade and C!Quackity one as well?

(Maybe make the philza one extra fluffy bc I'm a simp for his C!phiza) 👉👈

🏵 Your Tea Is Ready 🏵

Warnings: Slight nsfw mention

Genre: Fluff

| Philza |

He loved building with you, any project you may come to him with expect him to be on it

So when you came to him asking to help repair some creeper damage to your home he was happy to help

However as the day dragged on it ended up being much more work then you originally expected

Between repairs and gathering materials by the time your house was back to its original condition the two of you were exhausted

Philza had been packing up to leave but you felt so guilty sending him home after all that hard work

"Hey, Phil, you could stay the night if you'd like? I'd feel bad sending you home so late"

"Don't worry about it Angel, I'd hate to over stay my welcome"

"Don't worry about it, besides I was having fun with you!"

He couldn't hide the happy grin that came to his face as you invited him inside

His grin only grew even bigger as he noticed how affectionate you were being

He's seen you clingy before, but he never seen you so touchy

The two of you were lounging around on your couch when he really began to notice

Laying in his lap, playing with the loose feathers in his wings, running your fingers through his hair, he's unbelievably joyful

Words cant describe how he felt waking up on the couch to you in his arms, he wished he could wake up like that every morning

| Technoblade |

Cuddles? Clingyness? Yes, give him all of it

You and Techno needed to go nether wart gathering

And it went tits up pretty quickly

Barely getting out of the nether alive, let alone with any netherite at all

It was safe to assume you were done for the night

Tour legs hurt from running, you were sweaty, you were short of breath

You just wanted to go to sleep

Flopping into a near by snowbank the piglin approached to check you over for injuries, foolishly falling into your trap

Catching him by the end of his Cape you pull him into the snow next to you

The snow began to melt almost instantly from the piglins warmth

With no energy to stop you he merely laid there, letting out a few happy piglin noises as you shifted to hold his arm

" I'm beginning to understand the whole arctic thing"

"Not a fan of the nether, eh?"

"To put it nicely, your the only good thing that's come out of it"

No matter how hard he tried he couldn't deny the smile on his face as the two of you rested in the snow

Your head on his shoulder, drawing imaginary shapes on his chest

If domestic bliss was real then the pig was certainly feeling it

| Quackity |

Lazy mornings was tour guys go to

Not in the usual way however

Despite how much Quackity wanted to you didn't live together, you did however get breakfast together

After all he was working for Schlatt, it was unlikely you'd see your friend any other part of the day

The two of you were sat in Niki's bakery, coffee cups and a muffin split between you on the table

Sitting at the bar you didnt have the energy to not fall back, why didnt these stools have backs to them??

Noticing you were getting dangerously close to wiping out he quickly wraps a protective arm around your waist

"Tired hermosa/hermoso?"

"Yeah and hung over"

He laughs at your pain, which you don't find very funny

You begrudgingly rest your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes and enjoying the moment of rest

Niki comes around to take your trash but his quickly hushed by Quackity

"A few more minuets"

Nodding she slinks away and watches the two of you with fond eyes, she wished her crush was like that :/