#sort of just started these to figure out how to draw them all closer to my style

[fortheharbingers]

characters: dewdrop ghoul/gn!reader

cw & wc: biting, hickeys, mentions of blood (dew's bleeding fingers to be specific), grinding, hinted jealousy/possesiveness, reader is a vampire and similar to btvs-lore, vampires are a type of demon. (left it vague but dynamics/effects of a vampire's bite is from WoD) nsfw content, minors do not interact — 1.3k

a/n: apparently touching grass or getting laid werent enough…

when another ritual comes to an end with bleeding all over his fingers, guitar and the stage; dew cannot help but let out a sigh for thank fuck it's over and finally he can have a drink too many to ignore the stinging pain in his fingers and black out the exhaustion of the night.

these plans seem to come to an abrupt end as some weight lunges at him from the darkness, his back hitting the wall rather hard.

maybe he should start carrying a napkin of sorts with him from now on, at least to help stop the bleeding a little faster. and surely it'd keep this certain vermins of demons out and away.

it is not unusual for the unholy church of lucifer to house demons of different types. though his kind is known wide and well, both for their long millenia of service and presence, other kinds like to pop by once in a while– some just to have a place to return after they're done whatever it is they wish to do on earth, some just bored out of their mind and must've gained enough favors to leave hell for a while.

and vampires, the lowly bunch of them all, is one species that can always be found, though they are born on earth and seek the church for reasons only known to themselves.

blood is never a good idea to have wiped off on your clothes, always drawing attention, stinking, a pain to clean up and total shitshow to deal with when there are vampires around.

maybe tonight is dew's lucky night, maybe not so much– or so he tries to decide as he recognizes your scent, your hands greedily roaming his figure already.

"missed me already?" your hands halt for a moment and opt to ignore his claim instead.

with your cold breath fawning over his neck already, he decides it's going to be a lucky night.

lips pressed against where his ear should be, you coo: "didn't anyone tell you what happens to lonely little ghouls bleeding all over late at night?"

cold digits wrapping around his aching hand, you bring it to his lips, dragging your tongue over his knuckles and joints where it bleeds. the coldness of your body always brings along a delightful jolt. humming against his hand and leaving behind a trail of saliva over his prickling cuts, dew watches your eyes closing with content and reopening to meet his gaze, something burning behind your eyes.

if this is what will bring you to him every night, dew is more than willing to cut himself up purposefully, maybe slit a limb here, stab a dagger there, fill the hallways with the sharp sulfuric scent of his blood whenever he passes by your chambers.

he can hear the sounds of others muffled, far away from where you are. separated by walls and doors, nobody cares where the other has gone lost to.

it infuriates him, to think you feed from others sometimes. lean into their personal space like you're doing now.

does your hands go under their shirts like now? do you drag your nails against their skin as well, draw patterns, write lucifer knows what– maybe a chant, long lost words to an enchantment perhaps. is this what it is? binding him with the dark arts, infiltrating his mind with the guidance of the maiden, the mother and the crone?

open mouthed kisses deepening in no time, dew can feel your teeth grazing his artery, nibbling against it, toying with it– oh how badly you want to sink your teeth in already, don't you?

pressing your body closer to him, dew pulls you by the waist, angling his hips just right to draw a moan out of you. he likes how your body melts into his so naturally, as if carved for him, made for him. each roll of his hips, you meet in the middle, moving down his neck, tilting his head with a hand to make more space for yourself.

slowly dew allows himself to slide down the wall, making sure to maintain contact between your bodies, quickly pulling you by the legs to straddle him completely once he is seated.

moving to give your love to the other side of his neck, you grind against his length, feeling his hardness between your legs.

you should thank the acting papa if you ever see him, for designing them pants that leave nothing to the imagination, the material used not dulling a single sense.

kissing slightly deeper with each one, your lips never leave his neck, guaranteeing him several marks to adorn his neck in the following hours.

for a moment dew cannot help but wonder if you kiss the others you feed from as well. do you kiss them with such fervor too? making sure to suck and paint, do you grab whatever you can get a hold of as you do so? hand on the nape of his neck, smashing his face into you, a hand kneeding his flesh, pinching his nipples, travelling south and meeting the waistband of the pants he wears...

do you lose yourself like you do on him with your other donors, too? do you straddle them, wrap your legs around as a means to cage, feeling every twitch of his dick, feeling his precum leaking through the pants if you're wearing a light fabric.

dewdrop recalls how you'd make sure to lick a stripe against the bite mark back then, something about fastening the healing process, some vampire thing you claimed.

as far as he knows, and he keeps his tabs well, he is the only one you kiss, bite and feed from and leave awith hickeys and bite marks adorning his neck afterwards.

something about this makes his chest swell with pride. and claim. of you and him, and sedating such cravings.

one hand on your waist, he moves you in sync with his hips, deepening each roll of his hips, making sure you'll be thinking of his cock even when you're not fucking.

he can picture it already, how you'll throw your head back in ecstasy in a short while, all clothing discarded on the floor somewhere, pupils dilated, your eyes pitchblack, riding on the pleasure you get from him– dew wonders if you'll even be able to make it out to reach his chambers or it'll be another one of those nights.

each bite you take grows bigger, the kisses decreasing in amount and getting sloppier and suddenly a sharp pain– and pure bliss that follows after.

there is a reason some humans allow vampires to feed from them for a reasonable price.

and if there's anything dew likes as much as feeling you around him, it is your fangs sunk into his skin, drinking his blood like a parched man. with each sip, each gulp of his blood down your throat, down your lips, your neck, your body; he can feel himself getting closer. fingers digging into your waist, he presses you against his body, grinding his aching cock into you, feeling your growing wetness and warmth, smelling your arousal already– and all that for him. not for those sorry excuses of people you fed on before.

you don't drink their blood more than needed like you do with him; allowing yourself to get greedy, getting drunk on his taste, on his blood, smelling of him in no time. you don't ride anyone else like you do him, you do not come on any other cock like you do on his, sinking your teeth into his artery as he enters you in one swift motion, snapping his hips onto yours as you've drunk more than you could handle, getting drowsy over him, body limp against his.

no, dewdrop knows you haven't visited your other 'snacks' as usually for a while now.

too busy having him fill you up, not bothering to lick the fang marks after you're done...

and he doesn't mind it, no. on the contrary, dewdrop finds himself enjoying it more when the marks are for all to see, both yours and his. leaving him curious how else can he leave his imprint on you, just as you will.

[narraboths]

for the kisses prompt - number 4 if you'd like

Kara doesn't mean for it to happen.

(She's thought about it, sure. Daydreamed, maybe. Forgot her eyes on Lena's lips every once in a while, yes, who could blame her? But she has boundaries and friendship and don't ruin it firmly on her mind, too, and she's not gonna mess up for – whatever that is. A little crush.)

But it happens anyway.

It's all so innocent – sitting side by side on Lena's couch, Lena's hair tickling Kara's cheek, Kara's hand resting on Lena's knee, the pair of them poring over the plans for a new suit, Kara feeling every minuscule flex in Lena's forearm against her own as Lena draws and re-draws some parts, eyebrows furrowed until she finally figures it out and turns towards Kara with a victorious smile, just as Kara turns, a You're amazing!! ready on her lips–

And it happens.

It's nothing. The merest touch, barely lasting a heartbeat. There's no full contact, no smearing of lipstick. Kara pulls back immediately, frozen, mortified, her brain already kicking into hyperspeed. Should I just giggle and say ‘that was awkward, sorry!’, should i not say anything, should I apologize, should I just fling myself into another dimension until this all blows over?

It stops as suddenly as it started, with two simultaneous realizations:

One, that Lena’s not moved away, jumped back in horror, cringed, grimaced, or anything of the sort–

Two, that if anything, Lena’s leaning closer. That even though she seems startled, her pupils have grown a little wider, and her lips, twisting into that radiant smile a moment ago, are now slightly parted, head tilted towards Kara, waiting, offering.

Kara’s mind grows blank.

She leans in with intent this time, with a trembling bravado, pressing her lips against Lena’s just a touch more than she did before, the tiniest fraction of all that she wants, the greatest extent of all that she dares. It could still go wrong, it could still be nothing, it could be just Lena being polite, it could be anything, but Kara wants to savor it, just this one moment of a dream.

It might very well be a dream. Lena sighs, a breathy little oh against her mouth. One hand comes up to cup Kara’s cheek, caressing, the other fiddling with the collar of her shirt, and Kara already feels like she’s been struck by lightning. But then the hand in her shirt tugs and Lena draws back just enough for Kara to see how her lipstick has smudged just a touch, how the look in her eyes has turned from surprise to hungry desire:

“Kiss me in earnest.”

[chromes-corner]

Ok. I’m thinking that self aware trope where reader gets teleported into the game cause of plot reasons, and the cookies are all ecstatic cause they revere reader and see them as a sort of god. Just that concept with lilac headcanons and rv headcanons cause they’re my two favorites. Tysm! Have fun with self aware!

IM FUCKING BACK TO WRITING LETS GOOOO!!!!!

Self aware is honestly a cute concept lol. Oh to have the little people in my phone worship me…..

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Lilac/Reader & Red Velvet/Reader

Notes: fluff, headcanons

Content warnings: a very brief “gore” (it’s just a mention of reds arm getting chopped when he was a kid) mention

A/N: I really like how people refer to the reader as the Baker in self aware fics so I stole that idea <3

Lilac

Lilac knows he was given a purpose, but what that purpose is, exactly, is unclear to him.

He has a faint memory that’s a bit fuzzy around the edges, but it’s a memory nonetheless. He figures it must be a remnant of another life, left in his “code” (if he really is to buy into the belief that he’s part of a game).

The clearest part of the memory is that he’s a mercenary-turned-bodyguard, but who he’s guarding remains a mystery. He knows it was some figure of royalty — someone very important, — but when he tries to picture the face of his charge, he always draws blanks.

When he hears that the Baker (as others referred to you as) has taken the form of a Cookie inside the game, Lilac reasons that it must be you that he’s to protect.

He starts off subtle, keeping his distance but also watching over you.

He silently dispatches a few wandering dangers before they can get too near to you, all while you remain none the wiser.

Some of the others have taken to the job of “protecting” you as well, but they mostly use it as an excuse to overstay their welcome around you.

As time goes on, and as you get more acquainted with the Cookies, Lilac finds himself drifting closer and closer.

The physical closeness translates to emotional closeness.

Eventually, he allows himself to set down his blades when you’re not in imminent danger.

He learns that you’re so much more than just a fabled figure. You may know him inside and out, but Lilac has yet to get to know you.

He listens to you talk for hours, content with silently sitting in your presence. Perhaps he’ll even allow himself to press his shoulder against yours, or to hold your gaze for just a few seconds longer before letting it flit away…

When you call, he’s there. Sometimes he’s there before you even need to call.

“I will protect you,” Lilac vows over and over. It’s the only way he’ll let himself say he loves you.

Red Velvet

What’s a god to a non-believer, exactly?

Red Velvet doesn’t understand, at first. Word of your power and otherworldliness reaches the corner of the Kingdom that he’s claimed for himself, but when he sees you in person, you just seem like, well, a person.

You’re not much different from himself, especially since you’ve taken on a cookie form.

Even Pomegranate looks to the ground when you walk by — a habit she’s only ever reserved for Dark Enchantress.

He could surely best you in every way possible! You hardly know how to swing a sword, much less block a swipe from his claws.

He’s wholly uninterested in the reverence the others take part in when you’re suddenly thrown into in the game itself.

One day, however, Red Velvet overhears you talking to some of the children, telling them some sweeping tale about your homeland.

^^Even Pancake has stilled to listen to your stories of massive mechanical steeds and vast kingdoms made of “concrete” (whatever that is).

Red Velvet hardly had a childhood, much less one of whimsy. The earliest memory he could recall was of his birth — waking into the white-hot as furious sparks cracked over the stump where his right arm once was.

He hadn’t even cooled off from the oven’s heat before he was forced to adapt and grow up.

Besides that terrible memory, all Red Velvet had was his imagination to occupy his time in the black nothingness before you set him free and called him “home.”

He wondered for so long if there was anything beyond that void, and now, here you were, weaving tales of grandeur beyond even that of his desperate imagination.

Red Velvet hungers for more. Every day, he sits just out of your sight and listens to your stories. He closes his eyes and pretends that he’s there, as some soft, round being with a fleshy nose and four fingers and a thumb on each hand.

Most of the time, you’re there with him.

You show him around the concrete kingdom in your steel beast and you take him to a huge indoor marketplace.

You walk through the corporate space and flick coins into big fountains in exchange for a wish and you eat cheap sodium-rich foods for extortionate prices and maybe you even sit next to him and hold his hand while you make up stories about each unique passerby.

Somewhere, beyond the confines of this liminal grassy plain, is a world where the average person doesn’t need to be versed in war tactics to survive. There’s a place where one doesn’t have to worry about their next meal. There’s a place where one can have a choice in who they are, rather than being written to be a specific way.

Red Velvet imagines being in that place a lot.

He would choose to be someone you can love.

[lazydoodlesandfanfic]

The Quiet Son (Bruce Wayne X Son!Reader X Justice League)

Characters:  Bruce Wayne X Son!Reader X Justice League

Universe: DC, Justice League

Warnings: None

Request: justice league meeting bruce oldest son for the first time

You had always been the mouse of your family, even when you were still an only child. You let your dad and brothers do all the interviews and deal with the press, and in your entire life you’d only actually talked to an interviewer once- that once being to ask them to give your family space not long after the death of Jason, which was significant, and so you were listened to. 

You were also quiet in the other side of your family’s life. While it made sense with your personality type to be behind the scenes working closer with Alfred, you actually had your own suit and alias, though you only did so occasionally when things were dire, or when your family were exhausted and needed a night off, but patrol was still needed. Your alias became a sort of boogeyman, and the reason behind your nickname: Myst. A sort of twist of the word Mystery and Mist, as basically nothing was known about you by the general public, and because of your dark attire and usually working quietly and in the dark, you were hard to see- almost see through, like mist on early, dampen days, which is a phenomenon in itself. But you continued to be quiet, keeping to yourself, and just doing your part. 

That was, until now. 

Dick was busy, Damian was sick and being watched by Alfred, Tim was covering some work for Bruce, and Jason and Bruce had just had an argument and weren’t talking, but your dad needed someone to come with him to meet with the Justice League as the Flash needed to talk to everyone about an issue he was having, and so you begrudgingly agreed to be the one to go with him. 

As you entered the meeting room behind your dad, you kept yourself tucked away mostly behind him, watching as the others in the room acknowledged Bruce. You’d never actually met any of the Justice League, either in suit or out, and as your dad was greeted, and then Clark noticed you first behind your dad and tensed up, you realised something rather important- you weren’t associated with your family’s alias’. 

��Batman, can you explain why you’ve brought The Myst with you?” Clark asked, his question drawing attention to you.

“It’s nice to finally meet you all.” You greeted- mostly to make it clear that you were here as a guest and not a threat. 

“He’s my son, Y/N.” Your dad answered Clark rather boredly. “The others are preoccupied so Y/N offered to come as my backup. What’s the issue, Allen?” 

“I wasn’t aware you were apart of this as well, Y/N.” Diane asked with a kind smile, welcoming you into the conversation, which helped you relax greatly. 

“Only when necessary, I prefer working behind the scenes.” You told her. 

“How many kids do you have, bats?” Arthur asked. “Because I’m starting to lose track.” 

“Don’t worry, I think you’ve met us all.” You humoured.

“Allen. What’s the issue?” Bruce huffed, just trying to get this all over with. 

“What? Oh yeah- uh, there’s an unknown threat and I need help figuring out who’s running it and what I’m up against.” Barry explained. There was a pause, before Bruce sighed, and turned to you. 

“Y/N, I think this suits you best. Are you up for it?” He asked you. You nodded in confirmation, and you caught sight of the excited grin on Barry’s face knowing he’s gonna get to be the first to hang out with the ‘new kid’ that everyone was curious about.“Alright, I’ll arrange a reason for you to be in Central in case you’re seen, you don’t need me telling you to be careful. Barry, if anything bad happens to my oldest son, you’re paying for it.” Bruce explained bluntly, before patting you on your shoulder and starting to make his leave. Barry’s face dropped. 

“Wait- when you say pay- are you talking about money or my life? Bruce? Bruce!” He panicked, his cries ignored by your father, and you tried to hide your smile, knowing he only said that to mess with him, and he was probably hiding a smirk as he walked away. 

Hope you like it! If you have any questions, please send them in! 

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Clothes shopping - Avatrice AU

[set between S1 and S2; Ava has never had the chance to go shopping for clothes, Beatrice is there to help]

Despite knowing Ava had been confined to a bed and cared for by nuns since she was a child, she never really thought about how much that could affect small, everyday stuff, such as clothes shopping.

Beatrice had set out with a specific plan, an estimate amount of clothes they should get, and an idea of what shops to go to, where they would most likely have the type of clothes she liked.

So, when she noticed Ava was no longer trailing behind her in the store and instead stood frozen in the pants section, she frowned in confusion.

“I don’t know.” Ava said as she approached her.

“What?”

“I don’t know how to buy clothes.” Ava said, with a bitter, disbelieving laugh that felt like a small, sharp needle sinking into Beatrice heart. “I don’t know what things go together, what I should wear to not draw attention like you said or if I should just get what the mannequins wearing-“

“Ava” Beatrice called, placing her hands on Ava’s shoulders. “Forget what I said, just get what you like.”

Though Beatrice meant well, that sentence just seemed to break whatever wall was holding Ava together.

“I don’t know what I like.” She whispered sadly, her eyes shimmering with tears.

“Ava…” the hold Beatrice had on her arms seem to loosen, before hesitantly sliding her hands down to pull Ava closer, hugging her at the waist.

In turn, Ava buried her face in the crook of Beatrice’s neck, the lingering smell of her shampoo making Ava’s mind go blank for an instant. They stayed like that for a while, like the world seemed to fade around them and not even Beatrice was aware of the odd looks people gave her.

“I’m sorry.” Ava sniffed after a while, taking a step back to look at Beatrice, only to find her staring with so much concern and care that Ava couldn’t help the wide smile that spread across her face. “I’m crying over clothes out of all things, after so many people got hurt, killed at the Vatican and it’s stupid-“

“It’s not stupid.” Beatrice cut her off, gently using her thumbs to wipe away the trace of tears on Ava’s face, her hands lingering a little longer as Ava leaned into her touch. “It’s not stupid you- we have a lot of stuff going on, so it’s not stupid if you want to cry it’s- it’s ok.”

It seemed to hit her too fast and too hard that, because they were so busy trying to find somewhere to hide, neither of them had time to just stop and think and feel for the loss of the battle, of their sisters, of Mary…

“It’s not stupid?” Ava asked, almost in a childlike way.

“If you care about it, it’s not stupid.” Beatrice finalized, taking a hold of Ava’s hand and leading her to the exit. “Let’s go. We’ll figure it out.”

“How are we gonna figure it out outside of the store?”

“You’ll see.”

<>

Though Ava wasn’t sure how an ice cream cone would help them, she was not one to deny free food, so she decided to keep her questions to herself, at least until they’d sat down to eat.

Instead of answering, Beatrice just started to subtly point at people, asking Ava what she thought about their outfits. At first Ava was hesitant, unsure of what to say and afraid to upset Beatrice because what if what she said was ugly was something Beatrice would like?

Eventually, Ava became some sort of fashion god, eagerly pointing out clothing items she liked and all but dragging those who wore things she wasn’t particularly… fond of. Beatrice tried her best to remain impartial, as to not affect Ava’s opinion, yet she couldn’t hold back her laugh when Ava started to make loud bird noises when a tall, elegant woman walked by with a white feathered coat.

“Do you feel better now?” Beatrice asked, as they walked back to the big department store.

“Yeah, I mean…. I know what I don’t like.” Ava giggled. “Thank you, for everything really. You could’ve just bought whatever you wanted and make it two, you know?”

“And have you complain about using button up shirts all day?” Beatrice teased, giving her a light shove.

“Button up shirts?! Is that what you like to wear?” Ava asked, a little in disbelief. “Not that it’s bad, it actually suits you perfectly but it seems so-“

“Uncomfortable?” Beatrice finished, getting a sheepish nod in return. “I think it’s fine, but you don’t strike me as a beige shirt kind of person.” Ava just gave her a small nod in agreement, sighting before entering the store.

“You can look around at everything, take your time.” Beatrice encouraged, when she noticed Ava was still rooted at the entrance.

“What about you?”

“Oh well, you can look around on your own or you can come with me to the underwear section and help me look for the cotton-“ before she could finish, Ava was walking past her and into the infinite pants section.

<>

To Beatrice’s surprise, Ava is a lot more organized when shopping than she is in almost every other aspect of her life. She’d gotten two shopping bags: one for clothes she really likes and one for clothes she like but isn’t totally sure about.

“Now the problem is if they’ll actually look good on me.” Ava says as she drags Beatrice to the fitting rooms.

“Anything would look good on you.” Beatrice argues, and though she really didn’t meant to say it out loud, it’s true, so she fights down the urge to apologize and simply looks away. Ava’s cheeks feel impossibly hot, but she laughs it of and gives Beatrice a gentle shove before entering the fitting room.

Much to the shop workers dismay, Ava spends the next two hours putting on a fashion show for Beatrice, who sat in the fitting room opposite to Ava’s, getting her another size if it didn’t fit right and putting the clothes back in its hangers once she was done.

Beatrice had never been one to care for clothes, but seeing Ava’s confidence grow with each outfit, and her wide smile every time she threw open the curtain made her change her mind. Suddenly, she was very interested in what colors and cuts and patterns would suit Ava best, taking the advice of the girl in charge of the fitting rooms, who was kind enough to tell her coworkers not to kick them out after Ava’s fifth excited yell.

In the end though, Ava was only sure about a certain amount of clothes that wasn’t nearly enough of what she would need, considering they would be staying for a month, at best.

“We can just come back next week.” Beatrice shrugged, carrying the five bags full of basic stuff like underwear, socks and sportswear, plus shirts and pants for herself. “We also need to get some shoes.” She added, more for herself than for Ava to hear.

“But you hate shopping.” Ava pointed out with a slight pout.

“I hated shopping with my mother.” Beatrice corrected after a while, getting a wide, almost disbelieving smile from Ava. “It’s a lot better with you.” She added with a small, shy smile, making Ava stop right in front of her and throw her arms around Beatrice, despite the three bags she herself was holding.

“Thank you, Bea.” She said, low enough for only her to hear. It was an awkward hug due to the amount of bags they were holding, yet Beatrice couldn’t help but miss it once Ava stepped away.

From then on, every week or so they took an evening off from training and work, at first going to different stores and shopping malls in search of clothes, but later just to try new foods or look around, without really needing to buy anything.

It was on one of those days, after sharing a waffle topped with three different ice cream flavors, chocolate syrup and rainbow sprinkles, that Ava proposed an exchange.

“I’ll get something that I think you’ll like and you get me something.” She was basically buzzing with energy, already looking around the shop in search of something for Beatrice.

“What if you don’t like it?” Beatrice asked with a frown. She’d watched Ava try on million different things and she could certainly say she knew what she liked, but she was still not sure about having to buy something for her.

“Of course I’ll like it, Bea.” Ava reassured, taking her hand in hers and dragging her foward. “Let’s meet back here in 15 minutes?” Beatrice nodded absentmindedly, her mind too focused on Ava’s soft hand in hers.

Ava bolted right into the men’s section, as if she already had an idea of what to get, which Beatrice thought was unfair, but really sweet. Beatrice just walked around the store, not really looking at anything in particular, until a particular memory popped in her head.

Fifteen minutes later, they met at the entrance of the store, their hands hidden behind their backs.

“You first.” Beatrice said, and Ava took a small step forward before handing her the bag.

“If you don’t like it I can take it back but I really think this color would…” Ava spoke as she watched her open the bag, but stopped as she saw Beatrice’s lips curl up into a smile.

“It’s perfect.” She said simply, running her hands over the soft fabric of the blue sweater.

“Really?” Ava asked, looking into her eyes as if she could spot any trace of a lie.

“Mine looks small now.” Beatrice said, a little deflated, handing her a smaller bag in return. Ava didn’t reply and instead yanked the bag open, taking out a simple, blue hat and holding it out like it was some sort of trophy. “You’re always complaining about the sun hitting your eyes and your face getting all red so…” Beatrice explained, and though it wasn’t really needed because Ava was really happy with the hat, the reasoning behind it only made her cherish it more.

“Thank you.” Ava said, putting it on before giving Beatrice a quick kiss on the cheek, making both of their faces redden.

[bemylord]

↠ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʀᴇᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴄʀᴀᴛᴄʜᴇꜱ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴅʏ ↞

characters: gojo, sukuna, itadori, megumi, nanami, toji x fem!reader.

warnings: smut, aged up, marks/bruises, creampie, daddy kink [toji and nanami], oral [fem!receiving], degrade and praise kinks, grammar errors.

a/c: or s/o gave them scratches on their body. hc + drabble. kento's, toji's, and sukuna's part might be rough. also i may used inappropriate word don't blame me.

ɢᴏᴊᴏ ꜱᴀᴛᴏʀᴜ:

would be teasing you in the morning for being too horny to suppress your nails. although, he doesn't hide the fact he adores the little pain when his clothes touch places where you left stripes.

also likes those moments when you're leaving fingernail marks on his thighs or hips whilst sucking his dick. it'd be better spelled if i specify that gojo using your head as a toy for his pleasure.

would praise you for marks you've given him, labeling his muscular body as yours, letting your fingers traveling all over his back to the chest, outlining every muscle.

prefers to do it slow but deep, touching the spongy coil inside you with his every push, feeling your hands on the back as you're trying to take his dick, being capable of not losing your mushy mind at his sharp pushes as how he's overbearingly fucking you.

'giving me all your juices and marks you've gotten for your master' satoru might be playful during the training time, but you've known he likes to talk dirty and be dominant railing you. those marks perfectly suiting on his skin so why not leave them?

despite being overdose with your cum and a facial expression - you opened your mouth releasing ragged whimpers and arching your back, approaching towards gojo's chest in the climax, cumming all over the base - he'd thrust in you more 'till you'd turn into the drooling mess below.

'yes, honey, you're doing good, so good. constricting my dick so good' obscene squelches become louder, as you could feel satoru's released on your stomach. 'you did so well, honey, i'm gonna take good care of you'

ɪᴛᴀᴅᴏʀɪ ʏᴜᴊɪ:

okay, i think itadori would be the softest boy through all monsters we've got here.

but don't let his innocent face trick you. despite of the fact that most of the time he's a soft bun, he'll make you scream.

ok, make you scream and be asking if he isn't tempestuous.

he'd be disconcerted if you asked him to heal his back. for what? he thinks is a sort of a recall so he could remember what the two of you had been doing in the night and how loud you were while giving him your residue of cum.

he might take some photos of his skin pattern in marks so he could ogle at 'em later, repeating seconds where you were patterning his back.

'take off your shirt, yuji. i'll heal your back'

poor itadori is sitting on the couch totally discouraged as he heard your request. he glanced at you with a bambi look: eyes wide open, as if you said something vulgar. he aimlessly rubbed the back of his head, tossed his head back.

'but i like your marks, baby'

he whined, grabbing your palms in his, forcing you to sit on his lap, wrapping arms around your waist.

'you gave those stripes because you.. you were feeling good, yeah?'

you put your head down at his question but nodded, putting your head on his chest, hearing his heartbeat.

'then i don't need your recovery, baby, let your marks stay until you'll add new ones'

ᴛᴏᴊɪ ꜰᴜꜱʜɪɢᴜʀᴏ:

let people know what sex is. let it be a slogan for your intercourse.

he could fuck you all night due to his long-term capability and would be smug after intercourse as he'd watch the disorder [?] you did on his biceps.

mostly biceps, cause a man knows the main destination of his tongue, masterfully giving you an oral. goddamn that tongue.

he'd let you scratch his back as he'll know that it'd be possibility to show off the mark his love gave him. on other days, you're pulling his hair into your pussy, burying him even more, letting him to destroy you before the fun will start.

his arms full of red stripes. though it wasn't your fault - how can you inhibit yourself while toji is literally eating you like a meal?

'being waiting for my tongue, huh?' he's a teaser - you're at the edge of the bed, baring your dripping pussy to the one he can lick you as you need to whilst teasing and degrading you.

'being waiting to be demolished by me you little whore, don't you?'

you grabbed his strong biceps, dotted them in half-moons then squeeze as toji peeks at you.

'answer me, slut!'

his low voice makes you open widely your legs as not closed to squeeze his head. he's running his tongue on your crotch and labia, teasing you, forcing you to say how reckless and anguished you were without his tongue and fingers.

'yes, daddy, i-i've been waiting f-for you' you sharply breathe, letting out the whimpers, feeling his tongue playing with your swollen clit.

'i'm about to ruin you tonight, are you ready?' he giggled once more, getting into the little game he's been waiting for since he left the house.

ᴍᴇɢᴜᴍɪ ꜰᴜꜱʜɪɢᴜʀᴏ:

it is in their genetic code to make a woman scream but since megumi hasn't got a huge sexual experience as his father does, he'd be tender at first, asking abt your well-being, if he can move, etc..

when he watches at the mirror in the morning, he finds out his back and a few shoulders are drawing by your nails.

he'd be overwhelmed and speechless as he saw a reminder of the night.

'gumi will make up an excuse, sort of: 'i got into the fight with a curse, nothing special'. itadori'd have been asking him if he's okay, how it was but satoru isn't a naive one.

deep inside would be proud of himself that only he could put you on the pleasure, privately enjoying those patterns.

'y/n?' he pronounced your name in a question way, rubbing his shoulder aimlessly, as you glanced at him. you let out a quiet mooing as a response, staring as to how megumi taking off his school uniform.

'would you mind heal me a little?'

you smiled, coming closer to your boyfriend, grabbing a tube of medicine on the way.

'don't think i don't like your.. marks, just-'

'don't apologize, 'gumi, it's kinda chaos on your back' you giggled at your comparison, running with medicine on red stripes. his tensed and muscular body is overwhelming: those abs and pretty strong arms conquering every time you've got an opportunity to ogle.

'tho i love the chaos you made'

ɴᴀɴᴀᴍɪ ᴋᴇɴᴛᴏ:

i'm certain you'll be scratching his back because nanami is packing - big dick energy, lol.

screaming his name as you've been drawing illegible patterns, mostly on his wide back, so lately he'd smirk at his reflection in the mirror.

those nights when you're trying to fill the lack patterns on his back by drawing lots of geometrical figures or promiscuous tracery.

every move with his tight white shirt at the office makes his stoic face change as he reminisces the night you gave that pleasant pain.

he wants to find half-moons littering his biceps as you were holding 'em while giving creampie on his dick.

if you want it spicy - trail your fingers on his back suddenly, giving nanami little goosebumps to switch his mood.

'darling, you want me to stop?' he unaware question left you desperate as nanami stopped pumping, left a soft kiss on your forehead. 'am i fucking you way too hard?' seldom moment of nanami being tender as he gets used to fuck recklessly 'till you'll be a dripping mess under his cock.

you didn't see fit to answer the question but smack your lips against his, as a silent response named: 'i'm fine, my love, you can move' your wet, deep, and in some way subtle kiss that doesn't fit on the action you've been doing. you trail your nails from the back of his neck to the coccyx, ogling as to how his facial expression changes.

'you want to be used like a slut you are, don't you?'

you couldn't respond, only purr as how nanami suddenly turned on into daddy. feeling how your empty pussy being filled out with a thick kento's cock again as he's making a demolishing [?] pushes.

'get what you want, slut, scratch my back so it'd dotted lately with your nails'

ꜱᴜᴋᴜɴᴀ ʀʏᴏᴍᴇɴ:

as for that rough man..

he gives hickeys - you give him patterns on his back.

he'd be exceedingly obsessed after had seen your marks on itadori's body. still, itadori is a vessel for him, so sukuna will be even more self-satisfied. why? a little reminder for the owner who took possession of your body at the night.

once he'll take possession of the body, itadori it'd be or someone else, he won't stop himself as long as his back will be patterns of yours nail on it.

he does literally everything to make you scratch his back, whether it be licking your swollen clit to the way your legs got shaken or fuck you on his lap.

'let the bastard see what matures did it the night' his pace increase as he uttered the phrase that makes the butterflies in your belly thrives off.

his lowly and husky voice intermingled with ragged breathing, little drops of sweat on his hairline as he crushes devastating punches, letting your moans out of your mouth.

you're digging into his skin on the back as he masterfully target into the spongy coil in your stomach, feeling as your orgasm is building up with his every hit. he wants to see his back littering in patterns of your nails, wants to have that sweet but stinging pain in the morning.

's-sukuna, ugh~' you let out a whimper as your cunt constricting creampie on his dick. he chuckled as your hole clenching his thick cock while nails trailing all over back.

//~~//

idk i start always from sukuna and i've got inspiration only on kento's part, that's why nanami and toji might be rough than a king.

[heliads]

Hey hey Lisaa!!💓 Hope you're having a great day!! Here I am with the promised angst prompt for Marvel's Eternals. It's a Druig x reader (I love him with makkari but this needs to be off my chest). Let's think that after some time of leading his community in the Amazon, Druig needed a break so he visited some place new where he met reader. Reader (around 20-21 years of age) and Druig fell in love and stayed together for about I don't know, maybe 5 years or so. Reader knew who he really was, but had no idea of the existence of his community. Druig left one morning without any words and never came back. It ruined reader, but eventually they moved on, found someone else, maybe even had a kid.

After 10-15 years (the timeline of reader's life, them moving on and so), Druig comes back as if nothing happened. He went to check things over in the Amazon and to prepare for reader's arrival, cause he planned to take them there. Being an eternal, 10-15 years mean nothing to him, it's like a month passed by. So, imagine his shock when he sees somebody kissing reader. Somebody who lives in their house. In his place.

Reader and Druig have a fight based on these prompts:

"I've moved on."

"I used to daydream about us. But now it's too late."

"Don't you want to know what could have been? If you had asked me this years ago, I would have said yes."

The ending as usual it's up to you, but these prompts kinda make the ending clear. It's not going to be happy:))) Tear my soul apart Lisa. I want to cry my eyes out. Thank you lovely!!! Remember to change what you don't like!!❤️❤️

omg i love eternals and i love angst. the perfect combination

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You are alone when you see him for the first time. Sitting there in the bending shadows of the trees, he looks like he could be a young man, about your age if not a month or two older. Later, you’ll learn that he’s far beyond your own mortal lifespan, but at that first moment of contact, you had no idea. You didn’t know a lot of things about the young man in the forest, least of all how much you would grow to know about him. Decades in the future, if you had been presented with the chance to change any moment in your life, you would think about altering this day the most.

You have no idea of how much he would haunt you, though, so on this particular afternoon, you do not heed the whispering in the woods and you draw closer to the young man. You’d been passing through the forest when you’d seen him. He had tripped over a tree root, then started glowering at the tangled mass of aged wood as if he hadn’t expected it there. This particular oak is one of the eldest growths in the area, but he still furrowed his brow like it had been moved there recently just to spite him.

You had paused by him as you passed. You had thought to offer him a hand up, but the immediate spark in his blue eyes warned you otherwise. This is not the sort of man who takes kindly to kindness. He’ll cut to the bone when he needs some entertainment, and you are certainly not to ruin him of his fun by being polite of all things.

So you retract your hand and your good intentions, choosing instead to offer him a smirking sort of smile. “Everything alright there?”

The man redirects his glare from the offending oak to you. “Just peachy. I always chose to spend my evenings on the ground as opposed to anywhere else.”

Far from taking insult at his tone, you find it within yourself to laugh. “Figured I’d check anyway. Newcomers to the area get lost often, do you need directions?”

The young man bristles even more than before, if possible. “I’m not a newcomer.”

He says it with all the irritation he can pack into the few short syllables. From the way he carries himself, you wouldn’t be surprised if he’d been here longer than you. Maybe longer than anyone, dead, alive, or otherwise.

You nod once, feigning solemnity. “Alright, then. You tripped on purpose and you’re lost on purpose, too. I’ll stop asking questions.”

Something almost like a smile appears on his face. The corners of lips are fighting a losing battle to stay pinned down. “Good. You’re a quick learner, I appreciate that.”

You take one for the team and grin. “Oh, I pride myself on it.”

The young man picks himself up from the ground at last, brushing his hands off on his navy attire.

You jerk your chin towards the direction you’re heading. “Coming?”

He cocks his head to the side, curious, and you explain yourself. “I assume you’re going to be following me out of the forest anyway. You might as well save yourself the trouble of trying to skulk along in the background and just join me.”

This time he does smile for real. “Like I said,” he muses, “a quick learner indeed. Although I have to tell you that skulking is one of my favorite activities.”

“Feel free to do so if you please, then,” you say, “either way is fine with me.”

He chuckles quietly. “I’ll stay.”

And he does. The young man follows you out of the shadows of the woods and into the bright air of the surrounding town. He walks by your side until you reach your house, then heads inside when you invite him in. He stays the night, then the next day, then the next. Soon enough, you don’t ever want him to leave.

You learn quite a bit about him. He goes by the name of Druig, although he’s responded to many others before and likely will again. You weren’t wrong about the vibe you got in the forest, the one that he’d been here quite a long time. As it turns out, Druig was stopping by your town for a quick break from his usual life. He’d been here before, yes, but about a couple centuries earlier, not the few years you’d been expecting.

You weren’t anticipating an immortal to become your new roommate, but you can’t say you mind. You and Druig exchange quick retorts and hidden smiles like playing cards. He soon becomes your favorite gamble, and you have long since been his. Every night, Druig says that he’ll be leaving the next morning, and every morning, he stays. Next time, he swears he’ll go. Next time. Always one more night.

Soon enough, he stops saying it completely. You certainly have no issue with it. He’s growing on you, you can admit that easily. He makes you feel like you’re the greatest person in the world, and seeing as Druig has seen quite a bit of the planet for quite some time, the fact that he stays with you time and time again has to mean something.

It feels completely predictable when you finally fall in love with him. Druig sees you like no one else, how could you not love him? The surprise was when he fell in love with you. A thousand lifetimes he has led, a million people and more he has met, and throughout all of that, he wants you more than any other. Druig swears that you are the only one for him, and although it seemed impossible at the beginning, you finally think that it might be true.

It just feels right, that’s all. This is the way your story was always supposed to go. It was written in the stars from the moment you met him in that forest. There was no other path that you could have taken, no other choice that you could have made. In any other lifetime or universe, you would always meet Druig, you would always fall in love with him, and he would always leave you.

That is what happens when you try to convince an Eternal to lay aside their old life, after all. Druig only came to your town by accident, looking for a passing whimsy to fill his time. He hadn’t intended on finding you, but he did. He loved what he discovered in you enough to stay for five years or so, and when that time was up, Druig looked around and realized that he had a thousand other things he’d rather be doing and abandoned you.

That’s what you think, at least. In truth, you have nothing to fill your mind but endless theories. When it comes down to it, Druig gave you no sort of explanation, nothing even so solid as a goodbye. One night he was there, the next he was gone. It was just like those promises of your initial months, but this time it was real and this time you didn’t even have that familiar phrase to remind you that this was never permanent.

Some part of you had always known that your relationship with Druig would be nothing if not temporary, but the painful truth is that it was so wonderful to love him that you managed to convince yourself otherwise. He made it easy to forget he ever wanted to do anything but love you. If you fell for it, well, that’s on you. Druig made his choice, and at long last, you’re going to have to say yours.

One day after he leaves, maybe weeks or months or even years later, you walk to the forest where you met him. You can still find that old oak, and when you look up at it, you curse it for tripping him up and making him fall into your path. You could have walked right by and never hurt yourself this much. What a life you could have led.

At the same time, meeting Druig was one of the best things you ever did. He changed you forever, even if you don’t want to admit it. You are different now, different in a way that you will never be able to reverse. Some days, you’ll curse that, but you think overall you’ll be able to accept it.

You breathe in and out slowly, then turn around and walk back to your town. Druig has left in the middle of the story, but you’re taking yourself out too. Your time with him is done, your memories complete in the past. What’s done is done, and at last, you are free of his hold on you.

…

Druig feels excited to come back. He had a dream a while ago in which his life was not just good but great. It took him a while to figure out what he could change to chase that perfection, and then it hit him. Sometimes, humans can be a little too unpredictable. They don’t go where you want them to go, they argue and fight when they could just be calm.

That’s why he’s made his community in the Amazon. It’s quieter there. The people get along. He sees to it that they do. The environment is beautiful around them, and everyone does their best to help it grow. It is the perfect place for anyone to live. It is the perfect place to start a family.

Druig has never been sure of love in the past. After much careful consideration, though, he thinks he’s found it in Y/N L/N. He didn’t count on her being such an important part of his life, but yes, she is now. He’s been fixing up his place in the Amazon and it’s finally ready. All that is left to do is to bring her over.

He takes the long way around to her corner of the earth, breathing in the brisk air of the sea and thinking of her. It is nothing to take his time; time is all that he has ever known. What he did not count on is that she might not have the same grasp on the quickly passing years as he does.

When Druig arrives at the town, he has to take a minute or two to re-orient himself. Streets have sprung up out of nowhere, buildings have been demolished or improved until they’re almost nothing like what he remembers. Y/N doesn’t live in the same place as she used to, but after asking around, Druig is able to locate her new residence without difficulty. He feels mildly peeved that she hadn’t told him she was moving, but then again, he can admit that there would be no real way for her to let him know.

He springs up the steps to her house, knocking smartly on the door before rocking back on his heels and waiting. She takes her time in approaching, and when she swings open the door at last, she has to use the better part of five minutes to collect herself.

“Druig,” she manages to breathe at last.

He nods. He’s smiling again; he usually doesn’t, but something about her has always made him lose that bit of his self-control.

“Y/N,” he replies.

They’ve always been happy to poke fun at each other, so he’s expecting her to laugh along at him mirroring her words, but for some reason Y/N just looks shell-shocked.

“What are you doing?” She asks at last.

Druig frowns. Admittedly, he had been hoping that she’d be at least a little bit happier to see him. He’s gone to all this trouble of fixing up the Amazon for her, she might as well be pleased about it.

“I’ve been busy making a place for us to live,” he says, “how soon can you leave?”

Y/N looks even more stunned, if possible. “Leave? What are you talking about?”

Druig spreads his hands. “We talked about having a life somewhere else, remember? Somewhere exciting. Well, I’ve found it. You shouldn’t have to pack much, I have everything we could need.”

Y/N shakes her head slowly. “Druig, I can’t leave. Not with–”

She cuts herself off quickly, but Druig hears what she didn’t say. Not with you.

He doesn’t like where this is going. “Why not?”

Y/N lets out this incredulous sort of laugh. “Why not? Druig, you were gone fifteen years. You can’t just show up out of nowhere and expect me to go with you.”

Druig lifts a shoulder. “It was only fifteen years.”

That’s not much, all things considered, but from the way Y/N’s staring at him, he could have stayed away fifteen centuries.

She takes a moment to control herself, then continues. “Look, I can’t go with you. I’ve moved on.”

Druig feels as if the world has turned upside down. “You’ve what? You didn’t wait for me?”

“I did,” Y/N murmurs, “I did for years and years, but you never showed up. I used to daydream about the day you’d show up again and take me away from everything, but it’s too late now.”

Druig has spent century after century studying humanity, but he feels as if he can’t understand a thing she’s saying. “I don’t get it. I’m here right now. We could go.”

She presses her hands together, trying to find the right words to say to adequately make up for everything. “Do you know the worst part? Worse than the fact that you’ll never get why I can’t go with you. I would have, if you had just told me that this was your plan. If you had asked me this years ago, I would have said yes. I would have said yes a thousand times, but you left and never came back until now.”

“What’s stopping you?” He asks desperately.

Y/N holds up her left hand as an explanation, and suddenly Druig sees it. She’s got an engagement ring on her finger. Immediately, Druig wants to say that it’s the wrong ring. He would have given her a better stone, something perfect. It hits him then that she doesn’t want perfection, because perfection was him and he left. All Y/N wants is to be happy, but that is not Druig. Perhaps it never has been.

He lets out a tired sigh, the weight of millennia pressing in at his lungs. “The Y/N I used to know would have waited. What happened to her?”

“I was a girl when you left me,” Y/N hisses, “a girl, and I thought the world of you. I am nothing like the girl you left. You’re the only one who hasn’t changed, Druig. You’re still just as sharp as ever.”

Druig doesn’t miss how she spits out that last word. Sharp, yes, that’s him. Cold and cutting, the blade that refuses to rust. He never minded it before, but now he does. Oh, he does. 

The older parts of his brain are taking over now, forcing him back into autopilot. Already, his spine is stiffening, the last parts of him that had dared to feel something locking back into endless nothingness.

“I’ll go, then,” he whispers, “I hope you enjoy your life.”

He says it genuinely, but judging from the look on Y/N’s face, he might as well have sworn at her. Druig turns around before she can say anything to cause him more grief, and forces himself to never look back. A thousand thoughts are spinning around in his head, and when he looks up, he’s in the forest where they first met.

Or, he’s in the place that used to be the forest. Most of it has been cleared away to make space for new housing. A few straggling saplings still remain, but everything else is empty space. Druig walks until he is in the exact same place where he first found the girl he loves. The tree has been cut down. All he gave her is gone.

He does not know how long he stays there. It’s a penance of sorts, a reminder of what he’s lost. He was never made for this sort of life– mortal, fleeting, requiring all of his time and attention– and this just reminds him of it once and for all. What they had together has vanished, disappeared beneath the folds of time. It’s not her story anymore, just his. His forever.

requested by @zaypay, i hope you enjoy!

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[albakore]

Office Adventures

Synopsis: (office!au) Sometimes Kaeya’s ideas can be brilliant. Other times you wonder how this man even made it this far in life. This time, however, the outcome is a little different than you expect…

Characters (together): Diluc, Kaeya, Thoma/Tohma, Childe, and Zhongli (fem!reader)

Warnings: not sfw (18+), like pure unadulterated filth. public-ish sex, voyeurism, unprotected sex, vibrator, masturbation, Diluc fucking you while everyone else watches because i am Diluc’s whore before i am human,

part 2

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It felt so downright perverted to be acting this way. You tried your hardest to stay focused on the presentation in front of you but your mind kept drifting back to the device that was sitting between your legs. Kaeya had managed to slip a vibrator in your underwear right before this meeting, after he pulled you into an empty office and worked it inside of you. He pulled up the app on his phone and tested it to make sure it worked properly. It did, much to his delight (and your dismay.)

Zhongli was up at the front presenting some information about this months sales. He was flipping through various infographics in the presentation he had prepared, motioning to them every so often to accentuate his point. Diluc was sitting across from Kaeya jotting down notes as he went, next to him was a bored looking Thoma. Childe occupied the seat on the Kaeya’s left and was very keenly watching Zhongli as he presented. The seat to Kaeya’s right was empty, as that’s where Zhongli had been sitting. You watched Kaeya reach for his phone again that was sitting on the table in front of him. He tapped the screen a few times and you felt the vibrations inside of you grow stronger. You pressed your thighs together desperately trying to mask what was taking place. You couldn’t help but chew your bottom lip desperately trying not to let your pokerface drop.

“Ms. (Name), are you alright?” You heard Kaeya call from across the table, interrupting Zhongli. That little shit, you thought. You took a deep breath to help calm you down, putting on the best neutral expression you could muster before glancing up and meeting Kaeya’s mischievous smile.

“Of course. Why do you ask?” You tried to ignore how all of the men’s eyes glanced over in your direction. You could feel your impending orgasm looming as the vibrator continued to buzz inside you still even with all their gazes on you.

Thoma chimed in this time, completely oblivious. “You’re looking a little flustered, do you need to step out for some air?” Your eyes drifted to meet his, a genuinely concerned expression on his face as he scanned over you for signs of sickness or injury.

“I’m fine, really,” you assured him quickly, “I just picked the wrong day to wear this outfit.” You joked, motioning to your matching blazer and skirt that were made out of the same thick material. You added in a smile to really sell your excuse, fanning yourself to make it seem like maybe the heat was just getting to you.

Zhongli, who had been interrupted in the middle of his presentation, cleared his throat to take the attention away from the disruption. “Well, this is the last slide so if you’ll allow me to get through this then you can go back to your office and cool down a little. May I?” You nodded your head quickly and added in a small sorry before you ducked your head back down to focus on the notes in front of you. You were grateful when you felt the attention slowly shift off you and back to Zhongli.

Your mind drifted again with Zhongli’s voice as the perfect background noise for your fantasies that played in your mind. You thought again about Kaeya pulling you into that office right before this meeting with his fingers working you open slowly saying he had a surprise for you. You two had joked about doing something like this before, but you never thought he had the gall to actually go through with it. He was definitely enjoying this entirely too much, you could tell by the way his attention shifted from his notes to study you every so often. Whenever he altered the frequency of the vibrator, your resolve would fall just briefly and you’d allow yourself one shaky breath as your fists clenched and your eyebrows furrowed, desperately trying to fight the orgasm that had been creeping up on your for what felt like forever now. You were completely unaware of the vermillion eyes that would drift your way every time your face would scrunch or your hips would shift.

“And with that, we’re done for the day.” Zhongli’s concluding statement cut through your lewd thoughts. You let out a sigh of relief thinking about how you wanted nothing more than to get out of this meeting room and to the privacy of your own office. Zhongli returned to his spot at the table beside Kaeya and began gathering up his papers. The rest of the men also shuffled their stuff together, starting to stand from their seats and stretch.

“Say, Kaeya,” Childe’s voice cut through the shuffling. You watched in slow motion horror as he reached out and grabbed Kaeya’s phone that had been sitting face up on the table while Kaeya had stepped away from his seat to go return something he grabbed before the meeting. “What is this app you kept toying with throughout the meeting?” He asked as he examined Kaeya’s phone. Kaeya’s eyebrows furrowed as he tried to think of a way to draw Childe’s attention away from the phone without being obvious. As Kaeya opened his mouth to reply, Childe tapped something on the screen.

“Wait!” You and Kaeya exclaimed in unison but it was too late, the vibrator in between your legs kicked up a few notches and in a matter of seconds the orgasm that Kaeya had had you dancing around for the last half of this meeting came crashing down. You let out a loud, sultry moan as you ducked your head to keep some sense of your dignity as the men watched you clench your legs and squirm in your seat. Kaeya quickly made his way back to his phone and snatched it away from Childe, cutting off the vibrations. There were a few beats of silence as the men all watched you carefully while you caught your breath, head still lowered and hands still gripping the arms of your chair harshly. The realization of what just happened finally hit you as your head cleared. The fucked out expression on your face shifted to a mortified one as you tried to think of some sort of response.

Childe’s voice rang out hesitantly from the other side of the room, “uh, sorry..”

Instead of addressing his apology you used every ounce of courage in you to spit out a ‘please excuse me’ before getting up from your chair and promptly exiting the room. You ran for the nearest empty bathroom and locked yourself inside, suddenly thankful for the first time ever that your office had single person bathrooms. Your back hit the door as your head reeled from the events that just took place, embarrassment washing over you. I’m gonna get fired, you though bitterly, they probably think I’m disgusting. You slowly reached down and pulled back your underwear to see the soaked mess that had become your panties. You sighed, pulling them up again before your eyes met the mirror. Your appearance was disheveled: your lips were swollen from biting them to stifle your moans and your legs were still shaking from your recent orgasm.

A loud knock sounded on the door behind you. “(Name)?” Kaeya’s voice called out. “…I know you’re in there.” He added after a few moments of waiting for you to respond. You still didn’t answer his calls so he continued, “they’re all waiting for you to come back.” Your heart dropped. What does that mean? Are they going to discuss the consequences of your actions already? Why so soon? Couldn’t they wait and sleep on it?

You turned around hand gripping the door handle as you took a deep breath to calm your racing heartbeat, figuring it best to face this head on. You opened the door with a click only to be met with Kaeya’s fist inches from your face, evident that he was about to knock again. “There you are!” He quickly withdrew his knuckles and gave you a quick concerned once-over.

You glanced around nervously to make sure he was alone before slumping against him. He pulled you into his embrace as his way to apologize for the events that took place. He knows it was his bad to leave his phone out there like that, especially given the fact that Childe knows his passcode. He stroked your back a few times soothingly, allowing you to inhale his scent hoping that it would provide you some comfort.

“C’mon, let’s not keep them waiting.” He spoke after a few moments before gently taking your hand to lead you along behind him through the hallways. You approached the meeting room again in quick strides, your anxiety climbing higher and higher the closer you two got.

Kaeya stopped in front of the meeting room door and turned to face you, sensing your anxiousness. His hands grabbed your shoulders gently. “There’s no need to be nervous. You’re not going to get in trouble or anything of the sort, I’m certain of it.” He leaned forward and let his lips rest against your ear, “I’m also certain that they all had a boner when I left them. I mean who wouldn’t after the show you put on.” A shiver ran up your spine at his words. You opened and closed your mouth a few times trying to form some sort of response, but before you could he had turned around and pushed open the meeting room door.

“Where is she?” You heard Childe ask. You peaked over Kaeya’s shoulder into the room. The men had returned to the seats they had been in during the meeting.

“(Name).” Zhongli addressed you firmly when his gaze met yours. You squeaked and ducked behind Kaeya again. The man in front of you chuckled before taking a few steps into the room, motioning for you to follow. You swallowed thickly before taking a few tentative steps.

Kaeya closed the door behind you as you finally straightened your back and addressed the men in front of you. “Um…” you tried to keep eye contact with them to appear more collected than you actually were but quickly found your fleeting confidence fading. Instead, you settled for fixing you gaze on the ground in front of you. “I’m very sorry for what happened.”

“Did he force you into this?” Diluc’s question caught you off guard.

“N-no!” You stammered quickly. "He and I talked about it beforehand." You said assuredly, not wanting your actions to reflect worse on Kaeya than they already had. Your cheeks burned and your shoulders were tense. “I know it was very unprof-“

“(Name), come here.” The firm words from Diluc caught you off guard. You studied him for a second, trying to read his intentions. Kaeya finally took his own seat across the table from Diluc. You made your way past Thoma to where Diluc was sitting before you paused. Diluc patted his thigh to motion for you to sit there. It caught you way off guard. You noted how Kaeya was absolutely right, though you couldn’t see Childe or Zhongli, you could definitely see both Diluc and Thoma were noticeably hard. You went to straddle his thighs but he stopped you. “Other way.” You turned yourself around and settled against him with your back flush with his chest. It took everything in you not to grind against his boner that was even more noticeable now that it was pressed against you.

His lips met the shell of your ear. “Is this alright?” He asked, fingers hovering over you, waiting for your permission for him to touch you. You nodded, swallowing thickly and his hands came into contact with your skin. Diluc’s fingers worked to hike your skirt up. He let his fingertips ghost up and down your outer thigh a few times, pressing a kiss to your neck. He pushed his chair back from the table and spread your legs wide to make sure the other guys could see what he was doing to you. He stopped again briefly as his fingers came to rest on the edge of your panties, waiting for your go ahead before pushing them down your thigh. He paused to admire the string of slick that connected your sex to your underwear. You didn’t even have time to feel embarrassed before Thoma let out a groan beside you at the sight. Diluc continued working your panties down your legs until he slipped them off completely and tossed them on the table in front of you two. Next, his hands reached down and pulled the vibrator out of your cunt that Kaeya had stuffed in there with a quiet squelching noise. He held it up and examined the way it was coated completely in your arousal.

“I can turn it on, if you want.” Kaeya offered as he watched the scene in front of him intently. His signature cocky smirk had returned as he noticed how wet he had gotten you with his vibrator.

“Please do.” Diluc answered, turning his attention from the toy back to your cunt. “May I?” He whispered in your ear as the hand not holding the toy traced the skin below your bellybutton down to the area just above your clit and back up again.

“U-uh..” you hesitated, gauging the reactions from the men around you. Zhongli’s gaze was fixated on you. He was leaning forward on his elbows, his fingers locked together resting over his mouth. His irises looked like they were quite literally glowing as he drank in the sight of you. Otherwise, he looked completely calm. His breath was slow and steady and he was relatively still.

Childe had never looked more relaxed in his life. He was slouched against his chair, one ankle crossed over his knee and his elbows resting on the arms of the chair. His boner couldn’t be any more obvious as his eyes languidly trailed up your body, down your body, and back up again. He was truly basking in the sight in front of him.

When your gaze shifted to Kaeya he made sure to hold eye contact with you. He licked his lips seductively, eyes trailing down your body before snapping back up to your complete the eye contact again as he sent you a wink.

If there were any doubt left in your mind after looking at those three, that was all dispelled when your eyes drifted over to Thoma. He already had his cock free and was pumping himself slowly as his eyes stayed fixated on you. His cheeks were flush and his breath was fast, and the tip of his cock looked deliciously red as you watched his thumb swipe over it.

It had only taken you a few moments to be sure that none of the men in front of you were uncomfortable with what was happening before you gave Diluc the go ahead. A simple, but firm, 'yes' left your lips and in mere seconds the vibrator that he was holding roared to life, courtesy of Kaeya of course. He pressed it to your clit and immediately you mewled, back arching off his chest. You rocked your hips against the device and in turn also rocked yourself against Diluc’s boner that was growing harder by the second.

“D-Diluc,” you whined. “I want you inside of me.” You panted, focusing on grinding against him. He hummed at your request, pressing a few more open mouth kisses up your neck. Your eyebrows were furrowed and your mouth parted slightly.

“Let me prep you first.” He stated, shifting his arm and wrapping it under your thigh so he could insert two fingers into you. Your slick coated them easily, allowing him to add a third finger. He stretched you as much as he could slowly and gently, pumping his fingers in and out of you. After a few moments he pulled them away from your cunt before putting his fingers, now coated in your slick, up to your mouth. You took them in without hesitation, sucking and licking them. “Good.” Diluc praised. You locked eyes with Zhongli first, then you moved to Childe. Childes hand had also found it’s way inside his pants and was pumping himself lazily as he watched you.

You released Diluc’s now clean fingers from your mouth. “Unzip me.” He instructed, one hand working to unbutton your blouse the other one still had the vibrator pressed to your clit. You reached under you and unzipped his pants, hand trailing along his clothed dick eagerly. You pushed down his underwear and leaned forward to allow room for his cock to sprang free. You pushed back and let yourself rub against him eagerly.

He finally withdrew the vibrator from your clit so he could put both his hands on your hips to guide you onto him. He let out a low groan as he sank into you, your walls clenching around him. He bottomed out and allowed you to just sit there like that for a few moments to adjust to the girth he had. Slowly, he lifted your hips before sliding you back down again. You let out a wanton moan at the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of you. Diluc finally replaced the vibrator on your clit again, causing your thighs to tense around him. You placed your hands on his knees and took the lead lifting yourself up and down, slowly speeding up as the slightly painful stretch was replaced with immense pleasure. Beside you, Thoma moaned your name, matching his pace to yours as he worked himself to his own orgasm. Kaeya upped the speed of the vibrator again, enjoying watching you squirm around Diluc's cock.

Zhongli had even taken to pleasuring himself, his stoic expression fixated on watching as Diluc disappeared into your heat only to come back out again coated in your arousal. You were positively drenching Diluc's cock, leaving a wet spot on the chair underneath you two. Moans — hng, a-ah, mmh~ — left your lips as Diluc's other hand found your nipple, toying with it. Your legs started shaking as you got closer to your orgasm, but you tried to push through it to continue riding Diluc. He picked up on your fatigue quick though, and in return he lifted you up and bent you over the table in front of him, grabbing your hips from behind and pushing back into you. You moaned his name again, cheek squished against the hard tabletop, hands splayed beside your head.

"Diluc! I'm gon- I'm gonna c-" you desperately tried to choke out, feeling another strong orgasm coming on as the man slammed into you over and over. His tip curved perfectly into your sweet spot, making you arch your back. He groaned again at the feeling of your smooth walls throbbing around him.

"Let go, angel." You heard him murmur behind you. With one loud whine, your walls clamped around him as you creamed all over his cock. He let out a low 'fuck' as he was launched into his own orgasm, burying himself inside of you before filling you up with his seed. You glanced behind you to watch as Thoma coated his own hand with his cum, moaning your name loudly. Childe had also made a mess out of his shirt when he shot his semen in spurts all over it. Zhongli's hand was still working himself under his dress pants — and then you noticed Kaeya. Kaeya hadn't bothered to touch himself at all, cocky smirk plastered on his face as he stood up from his chair while you and Diluc caught your breaths.

"Is it my turn now?" Kaeya mused as he took slow deliberate strides toward you. This was going to be a long night.

[takeariskao3]

Perfect

written for @hinnyfest prompt #20: talking about the future this is shamelessly stolen from an episode of friends

“Right, okay-”

Ginny paced back and forth in the sitting room, a knot of anxiety twisting in her stomach. Her two best friends sat next to each other on the sofa, Hermione looking bewildered and Luna examining a spot over Ginny’s right shoulder with narrowed eyes.

“Obviously...” Ginny trailed off. She couldn’t figure out what to do with her hands. What did she normally do with her hands? “I asked you both here because of something important.”

Hermione blinked a few times. “Is this about Harry?”

“No,” Ginny rushed. “Well, sort of. It’s not not about Harry..”

“Is it about the wedding?” Luna blinked, finally turning her focus to Ginny.

She let out a ragged sigh. “Yes.”

Hermione let out a little squeal that Ginny thought was entirely premature.

“So, I’ve been thinking,” Ginny started. “And even though we could throw the whole thing out the window, Mum says I can’t since it’s tradition-”

“You simply have to have a white dress,” Hermione insisted. “Don’t you dare do something stupid like blue-”

Ginny pulled a face. “I’m not going to buy a blue dress.”

Hermione rolled her eyes. “Green, then.”

“I’m not-” Ginny bit back her argument and reigned in her thoughts before Hermione could totally derail them. “Look, alright? I’ve got to choose a Witch of Honor.”

Hermione’s mouth parted in surprise and she let out a little, “Oh.”

“Yeah, oh.” Ginny shoulders slumped.

“Hermione should do it,” Luna said quickly. “You’ve known her longer and she’d organize everything-”

“No, no,” Hermione interrupted. “I think Luna should. You were always closer with Luna at school-”

“Stop it,” Ginny was already fed up with the whole conversation. “I’m not picking one of you over the other.”

“Can we both do it?” Luna compromised. “That way you don’t have to choose?”

Ginny’s soft smile was genuine. “I would love that, but when your time comes I don’t want you to feel like you have to choose me back if you didn’t want to-”

“What utter nonsense,” came Hermione’s ever rational reply. “Of course we’d choose you back!”

“But what if you don’t want two Witches of Honor? Or Luna doesn’t? Or the groom only has one best man and it throws everything off? I don’t want to make a decision for all three of us just because I’m first...”

Silence lingered in the aftermath of this pronouncement, Luna staring at Ginny with her head tilted curiously and Hermione chewing on the inside of her cheek.

She loved both of them. So much. Ginny couldn’t possibly choose. She’d just have to tell her mum to stuff it.

“What if,” Luna spoke slowly, “we took turns?”

Hermione’s eyes lit up. “Oh, yes!”

Ginny shook her head in confusion. “How do you mean?”

“We alternate,” Luna clarified. “That way we’ll each do it once.”

Hermione bounced in her seat. “It’s perfect!” 

Ginny let out an impatient noise. “That still leaves me choosing whose mine!”

“Not if we draw for it.” Hermione pulled her wand and conjured parchment and a quill from thin air. “Luna, get that bowl from the mantel.”

Retrieving the glass dish, Luna returned and held it out to Hermione, who finished writing and dropped the names into bottom.

Ginny hesitated with her hand over the three folded up slips of paper. “Are you sure about this?” 

“Positive.” Hermione said with a firm nod. 

When Ginny looked to Luna, her sky blue eyes twinkled. “It’s like a lottery! Only no one loses!”

In the wake of such a sentiment, Ginny beamed. She reached into the little bowl and pulled out a little slip of paper, followed by Hermione and Luna doing the same. 

“At the same time?” Ginny suggested and they both nodded. 

With a deep breath, she opened the parchment in her hands and felt a grin spread across her face. Absolutely delighted, she looked up to see Hermione and Luna gazing at her in equal expressions of joy.

They all three yelped at the same time, shrieking and hugging so loudly that Pwyll let out an indignant hoot from his perch in the corner and turned his back to them.

“You were right,” Ginny chuckled at Hermione and pulling her in for another hug. “It’s perfect.”

Luna would be Ginny’s Witch of Honor. 

And when the time came, Hermione would be Luna’s, and Ginny would be Hermione’s.

[charcoalstardust]

got inspired by this prompt by @gingerly-writing and now i've got a new favorite duo to think about (and draw eheh)

nothing like some supervillain/journalist writing

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The sun was barely staring to rise, people were beginning to leave their homes for work, and Clement Thyme found himself power walking down the pathways to his workplace. He had a deadline to make and if he didn't get there early, he wouldn't be able to rush to finish the article before everyone else got there. He hadn't exactly slept or eaten anything, but he'd find time for that later! Maybe... Probably not.

There was just a shortcut through here, and...

"Hello there, dear."

Clement skidded to a halt and took a few steps back. Shit. Of course they'd be here. He took a deep breath and let out a sigh. Maybe he could get them to leave so he could continue on with his day.

"Please, please, leave me alone." It was a back alley and too late at night to gel with the journalist's rocky 6am start. The single streetlamp in the area spotlit the city's most dangerous supervillain, Alvah. Inconveniently, there was no one else here to help him get out of this situation. Great. Just great.

"Now, why would I do that?" Alvah was already closer to Clement than he wanted them to be, and they were circling around him like a hawk.

"It's early. I'm too tired for this. I know you never slip up on anything that might even slightly count as a scoop, but it stopped being a thrill to see you six months ago," he bluntly responded, "I don't know who the big main hero is under the mask, where she lives, who her family is, or anything about her. It's all just theories and speculation by everyone else that I'm asked to write down for the blog."

"But everything you write is so... Detailed," Alvah commented. They practically towered over him, and the way they were eyeballing him was making him more nervous by the second. "I'd say you're quite the little detective for someone who simply writes down "theories and speculation" for the news."

"Okay. Fine. I do look further into the details, but they're still just theories," he sighed and dragged a hand through his unwashed hair, wincing at the amount of grease that was trapped in it, "Look– if you're here to kidnap me, could you at least knock me out? I'd hopefully have reasonable grounds to miss my deadline that way. Could actually get some rest for once."

Alvah stepped away, looking surprisingly mortified. At least, if it was actually genuine. It was always hard to tell. "I didn't realize you weren't enjoying these little games. My apologies, dear. It's hard to remember that people aren't pawns when the whole world looks like one big chess game." They paused, then held out a hand with an apologetic smile. "Please, allow me to kidnap you to a comfortable bed so you can sleep in peace. As recompense."

Despite his exhaustion, Clement raised an eyebrow. Usually supervillains didn't care much about bystanders and innocents. Or really anyone that wasn't their ally. Not without some sort of ulterior motive. "Alright. What's the catch?"

Alvah's apologetic smile turned into a mischevious grin. "Oh, I do love when the humans know they're being manipulated. Makes it all the more interesting."

"It's not that hard to figure ou– Wait..." Clement stopped to think about what they had just said. "... "humans?" What does... Are you not–"

The journalist let out a yelp of surprise as he was swept off his feet and into Alvah's arms without so much as a single response to his query. Great. He really was being kidnapped this time. No heroes around to scare them off from doing so either!

"What? No knocking me out with magic powder or a solid hit?"

"I'd never lay a hand on you, dear," the supervillain purred, "Afterall, you are my favorite little journalist."

"Your... Favorite?" Clement's face turned red. He always assumed they just wanted information from him with how often they'd bother him... That would still be the case, right?

Alvah chuckled, which caused the journalist to try and cover his face with his jacket. This was not going how he expected it would have. If his coworkers ever found out, he'd never hear the end of it.

Hopefully this was good enough of a reason to miss his deadline...

[take-the-moon-take-the-sun]

Ok so uhh this was long and im so tired but i am much better at writing than drawing i think so here you go. Love Scars and Scales and love @intistone stuff. Salad family au fresh and hot off the presses for ya. Come get it!

Kinda warning for uhh biting, shocking, and beating. Most happening to a child fyi.

It was late, or at least he thought it was late since this place had no windows, when he decided to start making his move. He had been studying everyone around him to figure out what time would be the best time to make his escape. The guards would be switching soon and he thought it was late because all of the “doctors” (more like devils if you ask him) are never around. He was careful and spend days learning his way through the vents during this time. It was finally time for all his patients and hard work to pay off. Andy was the watching the one door he had to walk through and it was close to the end of his long shift so he was tired. Andy was the best one to try and escape with since he looked much smaller than the other guards and actually showed fear in his eyes whenever he saw them. Already scared, weakest, and tired, Eclipse wasnt going to get a better chance than now.

So he slowly lifted himself up into the vents and made his way to the door with the exhausted guard. It wasnt the shortest path but it was one that took him around all the other guards. He made sure to be quite but he didnt wanna risk any mistakes. He was getting out of here, tonight!

His injuries from the “test” ached horrible by the time he finally made it about the door guard. Now it was just to wait till.. a yawn from Andy, Eclipse didnt wait a moment more he pounced down from the vents. Andy didnt dven get a change to get to his weapon, let alone raise it, as Eclipse was already biting down on the mans good hand. Then he bit down on the mans thigh as hard as he could, he hated the taste that filled his mouth but he had to make sure he had a head start.

Satisfied with his attack he ran through door into the open outside. The sky took him by surprise. Still plenty of stars out but the sun was just about to start rising. Not quite daybreak yet.

He was snapped out of his awe as he heard Andy shouting again for help. A quick shake of his head and he started running. He was running across concrete with weird lines in it, then he got to the grass but he didnt have time to stop and admire how soft it was. Later. He reached a tall fence. It had some weird wire at the top. Hearing voices he didnt have time to think about it and started climbing. At least he was very good at that. Not pausing when he reach the wire, he went to lift it out of his way to pass between it when he yelled and pulled his hand away. If not for his strong grip on the fence he would have fallen from the shock. He didn’t expect that but he was no stranger to this kind of pain so he takes a deep breath and quickly tries to push himself through.

He screams when hes halfway but doesnt stop. He falls limp to the ground unable to even try to climb down. He hits hard on his side. What little breath that was left in him is knocked out. He lays there a moment trying to force himself up. His whole body hurts. Slowly he gets his arms to move and start to life himself up from the ground. The voices are closer and he hears the whirl of a machine on the wind. Its approaching fast.

Looking around he finds himself in a field of sorts. The tree line if far off but he starts running. It hurts. His whole body hurts but he cant stop. The lights are closing in on him. Knowing right where he was thanks to his scream. He just might make it!

He trips. Falling on a rock with his arm. He screamed out once again. His arm alights with pain. He has to get up. His legs are wobbling. His good arm struggles to lift him off the ground. He has to get up. Slowly he almost stands but falls on weak legs as his knees buckle. He has to move. He cant stop. He hears shouting and a light lands on him from behind. A rush of adrenaline pumps through him as he gets to his feel and starts running again. He cant stop now. Hes so close. He hears the people behind him. They see him.

Right when it looks like hes going to make it he felt something stab into his arm. A hiss in pain as he looks for what is stuck in his arm. Asmall needle is poking out. He rips it out and keeps moving. But he noticed his arm going numb. Luckily for him is was the pained damage arm. Running is getting harder and harder but he cant stop. He can hear rushing water and makes a beeline for it.

He can see the river but something hits him in the back. Before he even has a moment to process he feels white hot pain from being shocked. A scream is once again ripped out of his throat. He falls to the ground panting. Hes so close he starts clawing at the ground to move towards the water when another wave of pain is sent though his back. Another scream as tears stream down his face.

Footsteps approach him as he gasps for breath. “Tsk tsk tsk what have we here” Eclipse shakily reaches his good hand out to the river. Another shock rips a scream from him. “Now what am i going to do with you” Eclipse had curled into himself from the pain. A foot found a home in his side. Kicking him to the side.

Hes waiting for another blow when something, lots of something actually splash out of the river. Hes spent though. No energy to even open his eyes. He lays there trembling and trying to breath through the throbbing pain of his body when he starts hearing angry shouts. To exhausted to listen to what is being said. Then the shouts become screams. Something, lots of somethings from the sound of it, had come out of that river and attacked the guards.

Softly he felt someone touch his shoulder. He tried to hiss at them but he came out weak. “Its alright little one we got you” they cradle him as they gently try to see his injuries. Hes too tired to fight them. Plus they are handling him much nicer than any of the people back at the lab had. They stroke his head to try and help calm him down while whispering soft reassurances to him. Finally he looks around to see an all out brawl. Whatever had come out of the river to save him was currently fighting against the guards. Why he didnt know. Well he didnt know until the once holding him said something about getting him to safety.

Slowly they lifted him off the ground, careful of his injuries and made their way to the river. Leaving the battle field behind. There are three of them with him and the rest are in combat. Hes so tired. He doesnt care anymore. He goes limp in their arms as they lower into the river. They shout out that their leaving right before they start swimming away. Powerful tails carry them away with the current. The last thing Eclipse remembers before passing out is someone telling him to rest well.

Oh geeze i spent way to long on the set up smh. SALAD FAMILY GET YA KID

[witch-hazels-musings]

a place for the weary 

Convincing the boys to take a break and rest their head on your lap, because they all work so hard and need a comfortable place to just ... be  - plus … some of them just need love and affection (please) 

Includes: Albedo, Diluc, Scaramouche, Kaeya 

Warning -> SFW

Character X GN reader 

Albedo 

He’s busy, always busy - whether he’s working on some research in the labs or out in the field, he’s hardly ever taking a moment to stop. What he finds most relaxing is drawing, painting the scenery in front of him until he gets it all perfect, and while you love to watch how his face twists, his eyes scrunch together as he examines the lines on the page, you also wish he would take a moment to do nothing 

If you suggest the activity to him, he may wonder what could be the purpose of it; he might ask you a lot of questions as he leans down to rest his head on your lap 

“Albedo,” you call out to him as you watch him shuffle through the crates examining the bottles and other items sprawled in the container. He tilts his head to look at you, his fingers wrapped around the neck of a glass contained filled with some sort of liquid. “You’ve been working for so long, come take a rest.” You pat your leg and invite him to join you on the soft blanket you’d laid out some time ago. 

“I’m trying to make sure we have …” 

“I know,” you chuckle, “and it’ll be there for you after you take a quick break.” 

He straightened himself out, his torso stretching and overcorrecting slightly as he elongated out his muscles. The bottle slipped further into his palm as he moved his hand up and down, bouncing it slightly as he contemplated your suggestion. You knew it wasn’t like him to take breaks like this, still, you hoped he would at least this time.

“If it makes you feel more productive, bring your notebook so you can draw.” That seemed much more enticing, you smiled to yourself as you watched him retrieve his journal before falling in place at your side. 

You were always persistent in getting him to take a moment, a small second to stop moving or relax his eyes which only seemed to be tired when he rested against you 

After the first few times, he had tried a couple of different iterations until he found the best position to be the one he was participating in right now. Legs bent so he could prop his drawing notebook or journal onto them; his legs acting as a makeshift easel so he could sketch or paint what was in the background 

He may be inclined to share his thoughts with you, perhaps dominating the conversation as he ponders on rhetorical questions and thoughts that fill his mind, but you don’t care because your hands are busy in his hair anyway 

After finding a comfortable place for his head, the back of his hair pushed itself up as he slid along the edge of your thigh. You shifted so he could have enough space and while he began to work, you could continue reading through your book. These moments you cherished, these simple, peaceful moments that allowed you to be close to him while giving him all the freedom he’d ever shown you. 

Every once in a while you glanced down to his notebook and became transfixed by the way his pencil moved across the page. How each line transitioned from nonsense into a masterful capture of the world stretched out in front of him. It was incredible how his eyes were able to see so much and his hands moved to copy it all down. He didn’t seem to mind the corners of the page fluttering in the wind or how leaves would fall haphazardly around him, resting quietly on his chest or in his hair. 

Your hands instinctively went to retrieve them, your thumb sliding across the bumpy surface and fingers pushing against his soft blonde hair. Letting the leaf meander on its way to the ground, you returned your fingers to his head. The tips ran over his forehead, trailing until they came to rest on his outer ear and carefully you tucked some strands of his hair behind it. You heard him sigh and noticed the quick movements of the pen slow to a near stop, a sign for you to continue. 

Carefully, you returned your bookmark to the page before resting it onto the blanket. Your hands found their way back to his hair and they began to work their way to his scalp. Your nails sliding along, underneath, below, and over each strand as if you were inspecting it all. The soft texture of it, and the reaction of its owner, made the experience all the better. 

After a while, Albedo seemed to pull himself away from the trance you had put him under. A line here, a curve there, his pencil began to move again and the once empty spaces of the paper grew into a beautiful work of art. You too returned to the book you were reading but left one hand against his hair, your fingers moving every once in a while. 

The two of you shared in a moment, uninterrupted, and through the connection, the both of you felt more energized than before. 

Diluc

Relax? What is relax -> Diluc doesn’t know how, when, or what he would even do to relax so getting him to take a break, to have a moment would be a battle to say the least

You’re much more likely to find success if he’s tired, like super tired, tired to the point you see him shaking his head or rubbing his eyes with his fingers - here he is less likely to deny you - here you have more push in your persuasion 

You walked into the study knowing full well what you would find when you pushed open the door. There he was, just as you had imagined him, with his head peering down at documents, his fist balled and pressing against his forehead, his other hand gripping a pen and moving across the papers. 

The light from the midday sun slipped through the window and surrounded him in a beautiful glow; an ethereal being with hair the color of juiciest apples and skin paler than the cups of china stocked in the kitchen below. If Diluc would allow it, you’d have stolen several photos of him while he worked, but he wasn’t fond of pictures. 

You walked up to the desk and noticed that he had barely eaten the lunch the maids had prepared for him, a few bites taken but nothing substantial. He continued his work even as you approached the front desk, moments like these reminded you how much he trusted you. To allow someone to invade his space like this was an unbelievable sign of faith from the ever distrustful Diluc Ragnvindr. 

“Diluc, are you finished with this?” You asked, resting your hand on the edge of the desk and the other grazing the edge of the plate. 

“Mm?” He looked up at you, his eyes fuzzy and tired, you glanced with your eyes toward the plate and he followed their gaze. “Oh, yes. I’m finished.” You gave him a weak smile as your fingers closed around the cold ceramic. His head dropped back to the paperwork and you shook your own. Moving to place the plate on the tray next to the entrance of the study, you quickly returned to him but this time moving to his side. 

“How’s it coming?” You asked him, your hand drifting toward his shoulder and you grinned as his torso shifted to press deeper into your touch. 

“More and more orders are coming in. Seasonal changes always bring business, but it’s difficult to keep the orders together.” 

“Hmm, well I know you’ll get it done, you always figure it out.” You slid your hand along his back and noticed how he stopped the movements of his pen. “Why don’t you take a break?” 

“I’m far too busy for that.” He voiced, pulling himself back and away from you.

You reached for his hand, your fingers sliding over his bare skin. He disliked wearing gloves while he worked like this. “Indulge me?” 

You’ve instructed him to remove his jacket, the heavy fabric would distract from the relaxation you explained would come - he’s a bit hesitant about it, but you’ve asked so nicely how can he possibly say no to you 

He will lay on his back and look away from you in an effort to hide his embarrassment or weakness - as the master of the winery, the owner of this business, the pride of so many resting on his shoulders he always told himself that he has to hold it all together, until the day he realized you were the only thing holding him together

He melts, purely and simply, the ever stoic Diluc finds peace with you 

His head provides a nice pressure on your legs, his shoulders press against your thigh as you help him get comfortable here. He’s so tall that his feet fall off the daybed, but he doesn’t say anything or really move after. One of his arms rests at his sides while the other lay across his stomach, and you can’t help but smile at the tense way his fingers wrap themselves into a comforting fist. 

“I won’t hold you here for long, just try and relax.” You express knowing full well he will have a hard time doing just that. You’ve made sure his hair isn’t tucked underneath him and you admire the way it contrasts with your dark pants. With deft fingers, you undo the ribbon that keeps his hair in place, and as soon as it’s released you begin to fan the strands over your legs. 

Carefully, you run your hands over his hair, pressing lightly as you start at the crown of his head and work your way over the red pool on your lap. Out of the corner of your eyes, you noticed his fist beginning to relax, the way his long fingers extended across his stomach told you that he was finally committing to your request. From there, you decided to work your way through his hair, your fingers sifting and moving through the mess of wildfire on top of his head. 

Each time you moved to a new, untouched spot he relaxed more. His legs bending slightly, his hands opening up, his expression softening and soon, he began to turn toward you. His head moved, forehead now pressed against your hip, his body shifted just slightly to be closer to you. 

You began to softly hum, the sound of your voice adding to the calming atmosphere of the quiet study and, in a matter of minutes, you could see the steady rise and fall of Diluc’s chest, the inhale and exhale of air as it slipped past his lips and the irregular twitch of his fingers as he slipped off to sleep. 

A maid entered the room shortly after and when she saw the two of you in the back of the study and noticed the smile slightly hidden under your index finger as you indicated to her of the sleeping man on your lap, she bowed and exited the room. 

Scara

Grumpy - the embodiment of grumpy and absolute worst at taking any suggestion, ever. So when you bring this idea up to him, he’s super against it. He doesn’t want to appear, look, seem soft in any way - ‘what is this silly little thing you are asking me to do?’

He’d push the idea away every time you bring it up -- that is until the day your legs look so tantalizing they are practically calling his name. Perhaps it's the way your hands rest in your lap as they hold onto a book, or the light as it hits your legs, or just the sound of your voice as you offer him a place to rest again and again - he finally succumbs 

You’ve been sitting in Scara’s living room for some time now. You learned early on to let him do his own thing and not get in his way, he had made that very clear. Still, you were happy he let you invade his space, that he let you be someone that he tolerated more than most. It definitely ignited your pride to have someone of his stature interested in you. 

Though, the only issue with him was the fact that he was always on the move. He never seemed to be stationary for long, and often would be gone for days or weeks at a time, sometimes with a warning. So, you learned to keep yourself busy and take in every moment you could with him. 

He had been in and out most of the day so you found yourself preoccupied with your things. Reading, working, relaxing, whatever followed the requirements of the day; you just went with the flow. Today held those sentiments very strongly as you got comfortable on the couch, one leg resting underneath you and the other bouncing on the ball of your foot. You had been engrossed in your book for so long, the characters' adventures gripping you and pulling you through every hill and valley they traveled. You were so absorbed in the words that you didn’t notice Scara calling your name, or how he stood in front of you with his hands on his hips. 

Fingers entered your vision and a loud snap sound directly in front of you. You looked up startled and when you saw his face you finally welcomed him. 

“Hey, I didn’t notice you were home.” You show him a kind smile and receive nothing in return. 

“I was calling you.” 

“Sorry, I didn’t hear you.”

“What have you been doing all day? Lazing about what it looks like.” He crossed his arms and looked around the room before returning his attention to you. 

“I’m taking a break, you’re welcome to join me.” You added, patting your lap. 

“I’ve already told you I would never do something so childish.” 

You chuckle, slipping your fingers in between the pages of your book. “I know, figured I’d give it another shot. Are you heading back out?” 

“It doesn’t matter.” He replied; conversations were often like this with him, short and to the point and almost always without any real answer. So you returned your attention to your book, the pages calling your name as your eyes scanned down the page before landing back on the sentence from which you had been pulled from. 

You were drawn back into the scene only to be ripped out of it once again. The book in your hand was pushed to the side, your elbow knocking into the arm of the chair and your head snapping to the source of the disturbance. Scara’s face suddenly came into view as his head rested against your lap, his eyes staring at the ceiling and cheeks speckled with the color silk flowers.

He has this response to things that can throw others off so quickly. He’s violent and angry, but he shows these small signs of humanity in his actions, simple, small things every once in a while it reminds you of a small child who isn’t sure what he really wants 

The more he participates in this activity, the more likely he will invade your lap whenever the urge comes over him. He’ll push whatever is in your lap away, if he’s feeling really nice he’ll pick it up and place it elsewhere, otherwise you learn to never hold anything breakable here - he won’t look at you either, his eyes will look away, always, and he expects you to know what he wants, don’t make him beg for anything 

You never once expected him to follow through with your request, not in a million years. So when he settles against your legs, his face right next to your stomach and eyes looking upward at you, you're unsure how to respond. 

“Well, I’m here.” He says, crossing his arms and legs as he waits expectantly for your attention. You’re so taken-aback that you can’t help but burst into laughter. Covering your face with your hand, the sound of your voice spills into the room and makes the harbinger shift against you. “I knew this was stupid …” He huffs and you have to use so much more strength than you anticipated to pull him back. 

“I’m sorry. I just … I never expected … please, don’t go.” You look at him with hopeful eyes and with a sigh he returns his head to your legs. While one of your hands rests against the top of his head, the other works to save your place in your book before resting it on the end table. You don’t even notice that your fingers have started to play with the short locks of his hair until you look back at his face and see his eyes closed. 

You stall, but only long enough for him to slightly open his eyes and look at you, his expression of ‘did I tell you to stop’ speaking volumes. So, you start to work your fingers through his hair, the dark purple strands slip easily through your fingers as you shift them around. Spreading your hands out and pressing the tips of your fingers against his scalp and, as your bravery grows, you move your fingers toward his jaw and along the edge of his hairline. His short hair gives you a great view of his face, and you wonder if this is the first time you’ve ever really had the opportunity to look at him. He’s incredibly handsome, one reason he was able to capture you so easily, and the longer you played with his hair, the further the corner of his mouth moved into a faint smile. You would do almost anything for that smile. 

A soft chuckle sounds from your throat and the calmness of your actions is gone in an instant. His eyes are open and he’s slipped from your lap, his feet connecting to the floor and the warmth of his body dissipating from your legs. You protest, but he’s already halfway across the room and is clearly trying to keep you from looking at his face. 

Kaeya

He is all about this activity - honestly, he’s all about any type of touch you want to offer him and while he has a lot on his plate, he will take these moments to be with you. He doesn’t care either where or around who, he may be partaking in this delectable experience - his mind is filled with you and, when you hold him, touch him, love him, he can think of nothing else 

You hadn’t seen him all day, which wasn’t uncommon when there were new recruits or the knights were preparing for a subjection out in the wilderness, Kaeya was typically busier during these times. So, when there were days he wouldn’t be able to get away, and you knew he would continue to work until everything was done, you would find your way to him and offer him a short reprieve from the duties of his work. 

He was standing in the hallway consumed in a conversation with one of the knights. His usually peppy demeanor seemed faded, his shoulders drooped a bit further, his gestures more muted as spoke with the other party, and overall, he didn’t seem as energetic as he normally was. 

The closer you got, the more attention you drew, and soon Kaeya turned to look at what was drawing the eyes of his speaking partner. 

“Y/N. What a pleasant surprise.” He perked up when he saw you, the light in his blue eyes flashing, a smile stretching across his face. 

“Hey! I wanted to stop by since I had a moment. Are you free?” You asked him, crossing your hands behind your back and giving the other knight a quick head nod who returned your hello in a similar manner. 

“Of course, I will spare all my time for you.” He closed the distance between the two of you, an arm draping around your shoulder and pulling you close. 

“Captain, we’ve been asked to …” 

“Yes, yes. I’ll get right on it.” He affirmed to the knight before turning all his attention to you and ushering you down the hallway toward his office. 

“Are you sure you are free? If you need me to come ba …” 

“Nonsense, how could I pass up this opportunity. Do not worry your pretty little head.” He laughed, his smile wide and eyes closed. 

“Okay, I won’t keep you long then.” 

“Oh, but I was hoping you’d save me from this boring day.” He laughed and squeezed you closer to his side, even though you could tell he was more tired than usual he was still able to give you so much of his energy.

Kaeya will turn his head toward you, he’ll wrap his hand around your waist because even here he cannot get close enough 

Here, he can breathe you in and be the center of your attention - which is his most favorite thing

What he prefers, what he loves most, is when you touch his face, stroke his cheeks with the back of your fingers or your hands as they slide over him, the way you run your fingers along his brow, his jaw, and across his neck - these actions will give him the chills and it may be the only time you truly see him react in such a way 

When you get settled onto the couch in his office you call him to you. He eagerly takes the space next to you as if it was always meant for him. 

“Lay down, you look exhausted.” You explain, extending your arm around him and waving him to rest in your lap. 

“Hah, are you trying to take advantage of me?” He asks, moving closer to you rather than doing what you asked. 

“If taking advantage of you looks like letting you take a break, then yes. That’s exactly what I’m doing here.” Your laughter fills his ears and he remembers just how much he missed the sound. 

“How can I possibly say no to you?” 

“I know, I’m pretty convincing. Now, come here.” You pull on the sleeve of his arm and he quickly follows your guidance. His head settles onto your thighs, his face as close to your stomach as he can get, and his hands resting against his chest. 

You help him drape his hair over your leg and start working your way through his bangs, sliding your fingers along his forehead. His playful smile slips into a relaxed expression as he takes in the feeling of your touch on his skin. The way you trace your fingers down his cheek, over his nose, across his lips, his jawline, he is beyond happy here. 

“Do you know when you might be able to take a real break?” You ask, running your fingers through the blue strands of his hair, admiring the way it looks as you move them to places they don’t normally rest. 

“It seems there are many days ahead of us. These new recruits are …” He lifted his hands into a shrug before dropping them back onto his chest, “Well, progressing at their own pace we’ll say.” 

“So it’ll be a while.” 

“Perhaps. Don’t fret though, I’ll always make time for you to refill my reserves.” 

“I’ll take on that request.” You look down at him and catch his eyes staring back, he moves his hand to rest against your arm and gives it a tight squeeze before turning his face toward you. His eye closes and even as the conversation dies down, as his breathing becomes slower, and his hand slips down the side of your arm you know he won’t fall asleep. He never falls asleep when you are with him like this, no matter how tired he is he refuses to miss a single moment. 

[piastrinorris]

An Unambiguous Love [8/10]: The Set-Up

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Pairing: Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson x f!Reader

Genre: fluff

Summary: Your favourite customers really make it easier returning to the town you never went to school in. If only your friends at work would stop trying to play matchmaker between you.

Chapter 8 word count: 3401

A/N: Can you guys believe that by the end of the week this whole fic will be published? They grow up so fast :')

—[ meta ]—

Another Wednesday, another meeting of the Weekly Roundup. Now that it’s spring break, everyone who’s usually at school during the day can actually meet up at a decent time today. Nancy and Johnathan bring twice as many kids as usual, and Tiffany’s free to work enough to get a lunch break alongside Ralph. Sure, they only get 30 minutes before their lunch breaks are over, but at least the younger ones can be involved without it feeling inappropriate that they’re out for so long. And if everyone else thinks Robin’s plan could work, they really need those kids’ involvement.

Everyone’s in the strip mall's diner, squeezed around all the tables that they could possibly push together. Robin’s armed with the only resources she can get her hands on at the moment - crayons and the back of a colouring sheet. She draws lines to divide the page into six, and starts doodling to illustrate her plan: “Okay, so ever since we couldn’t join the three of them the other weekend, they’ve gotten closer than ever, so I’ve had an idea. What if… We set them up to hang out in less of a friendly way and more of an… Almost-date scenario? Spring it on them? So…” She starts drawing in the top left box. “Nancy and I will invite Y/N on a girls’ day out to the theatre, right? Then…” Another drawing in the next box, “Some of you kids get Steve out there -”

“Is that supposed to be Steve?” Dustin asks, laughter lacing his voice.

“Shut up, I’m not an artist,” Robin scoffs. “So, whoever thinks they can talk him into it, do that, then some of you others can talk Eddie into going,” she crudely draws a very simplistic interpretation of Eddie in the third box. “I’m thinking for these two,” she points at boxes 2 and 3, “perhaps you ask them to meet you there to take you to see Highlander or something, right, something R-rated that they’d be needed for.”

Mike groans, “Oh man, Will and I really wanted to see that.”

“Yeah, well, be patient a minute,” Robin holds her hand out before drawing in box four. “We’ll get there early, and Nancy, you work on the school paper with that guy who works in the theatre, right? Fred?” Nancy nods. “So you can give him a message, from all of us, saying how you, I dunno, suddenly got a major lead on a potential big scoop, and you saw the kids here too, and realised you needed their help urgently? We’ll work that out, but basically Fred will tell the three of them that we couldn’t make it. Hopefully, they’ll still go see the movie anyway, and then, Mike,” Robin glares at him, “we’ll all sneak in after, make sure they don’t see us, we try and get a vantage point so we can spy on them.” She draws rows of seats, along with several stick figures in different rows. “So if you guys wanna take one of the boys on, we’ll make sure you still get to see it, anyway.”

“What exactly are you gonna see? They’ll all just be watching the movie, right?” Lucas asks.

“Yeah, but if they think the other one is distracted by the movie, and they don’t think we’re around, they’ll have their guards down,” Nancy explains. “Between Robin and I, I think it’s safe to say we can spot any tells that Steve is into someone. I - I know, you do too, Dustin, but respectfully, you’re a little too obvious,” she looks at Dustin apologetically. 

“What about Munson, though?” Ralph asks. “It only sounds like you guys really befriended him recently, too.”

“Well…” Nancy laughs awkwardly. “I’m sort of hoping that since… How do I say this in the most polite way? It’s not as though Eddie’s social calendar is packed, so if he is… Interested, I’m hoping he won’t know how to be all that subtle about it when he thinks nobody else is looking.”

The kids laugh, and Robin shakes her head at them before drawing in the last box. “So yeah, we’ll watch, we’ll see what our findings are, and hopefully we’ll be one step closer to figuring this out.” She draws simple figures of Steve, you and Eddie, with arrows pointing between Steve and you, and you and Eddie, with hearts all around, making everyone laugh.

“I bet we’ve got the most chance of talking Steve into it,” Max looks to Lucas. “As much as I’d love to be there to plant seeds in Eddie’s brain, I think he’d probably rather take Mike and Will and make it some… D&D inspiration thing, and Steve would be more likely to assume he’d be chaperoning a date. Right?” She looks around, and the other kids nod in agreement, though Dustin looks reluctant.

“Anything we can do?” Tiffany asks excitedly.

Nancy and Robin look at each other and shake their heads, but Johnathan, stroking his chin, pipes up, “Maybe you guys could really convince Y/N that she has to see Highlander this weekend and not any other time. In case she just gives up and leaves, you know?”

“That’s a good point!” Nancy squeezes Johnathan’s arm. “See if you can recruit Cameron and… Whatever that other guy that’s there’s name is, get them to talk up the movie, too.”

Tiffany pulls a face. “I think my brother was hoping to see it anyway, so he’ll be positive about it, at least.”

"Oh god, you're related to that guy?! I'm so sorry," Robin reaches out to hold Tiffany's arm, and she giggles.

"So, we all agree on the plan, then?" Nancy asks, and everyone nods. "Excellent. Max and Lucas, you two can go with Robin and secure Steve before he inevitably goes over to the comic book store. And… Perfect, look who's right outside," she points through the window at what is obviously Eddie's black van parked in the lot. She looks to her brother, "You think you can go over and talk him into it real quick? Like, before Steve gets there?"

Mike rolls his eyes, "Of course I can, I led our part of the last plan up well enough, didn't I?"

She ruffles his hair, to his disgruntlement. Eleven laughs and does the same to him. Will grins and slowly moves his hand closer to Mike too, but Mike bats his away, to Will and El's further amusement.

“Actually…” Johnathan drums his fingers on the table. “Maybe Robin shouldn’t go back with them. If Steve knows that Robin knows he’s taking these two, and then suddenly everyone cancels, and Y/N lets slip that she was meant to meet Robin, too… I know Steve may not be the smartest, but between the three of them, they might figure out what’s up. Maybe we stagger it so that the kids go in first, ask at the same time, then Robin - ” Johnathan sighs, “but how are we gonna throw Y/N off the trail with Eddie if they’re both in there?”

“You’re real invested in this too, aren’t you?” Robin asks, amused.

“They’re good people, really,” Johnathan shrugs, “all of ’em. Whatever makes any of them happy.”

Will smiles widely at his brother’s compassion. Eleven suddenly sits up straight, and reaches out to hold Dustin’s arm. “I can ask… Questions. You can help me.”

Nancy nods, “Okay, not sure what that’s about, but I trust you two to be a distraction. Shall we file out now?”

—[ end meta ]—

“I should talk Cameron into getting you on the payroll here,” you muse as yet another newly-inspired future DM leaves the comic store, thanks to Eddie’s help.

He laughs with his tongue sticking out through his cheek as he walks over to you, “I don’t think anyone wants the Munson reputation officially tarnishing their store’s name, but nice try.”

“Oh please, like anyone here gives a shit about that,” you roll your eyes. 

Another ding of the doorbell distracts you, as you see Nancy’s brother, Johnathan's brother, Dustin and the girl called Eleven - but really named Jane - walk in. Mike and Will hurriedly back Eddie into the corner of the D&D section, so you turn to Dustin and Jane. “Hey, kids! Can I help you at all?”

“Wonder Woman,” Jane states plainly, before pointing over to the “new releases” aisle. “Not there.”

You pull a face, “Yeah, they got discontinued not long ago, sorry. But if you want more Wonder Woman, have you read Crisis on Infinite Earths yet?” Both she and Dustin shake their heads. “Surprised you haven’t, Henderson,” you narrow your eyes. 

“I didn’t want to read them all until they all come out, so I can tie everything together. I was gonna start this weekend,” he explains.

“There we go! Maybe Dustin could help explain the multiverse to you, then!” you suggest to Jane with a helpful smile.

She looks you dead in the eye. “No. You.” followed by, “...Please.”

“That’s… A lot for me to help explain to you, but I’ll try!” You take out a whiteboard to hopefully illustrate what you’re saying as well. “Okay, so there’s all these superheroes, they all make major changes to their own worlds, it’d be super conflicting if they all existed in the same universe. So there’s this guy, Krona, he’s a bad guy for the Green Lantern, he creates this machine to look at the beginning of time, but it shatters, and that creates the multiverse. All kinds of parallel universes are formed, including the Anti-Matter Universe, which leads to our main antagonist in this crossover. See, you’ve got the Monitor, who shows up in a lot of these franchises, who is designed to watch over all the multiverses, and make sure nothing accidentally crosses over, but he has an evil counterpart from the Anti-Matter Universe called the Anti-Monitor. With me so far?”

Jane says something under her breath about something being upside down, but Dustin takes over from her by saying, “Yeah, she gets it.”

“Right, so this guy, Pariah, he also tries to look back at the beginning of time, just like Krona did, and in doing so, the Anti-Monitor learns that Pariah’s Earth was destroyed by anti-matter. So the Anti-Monitor decides to travel through the multiverse to destroy all Earths that way, so that he can rule every reality. So the Monitor, the good guy, he starts recruiting heroes - and villains, even - from all universes to create these… Towers that should stabilise the multiverse and stop the Anti-Monitor. I won’t say any more than that, I’m not gonna spoil it,” you wave off. “But I think you’ll like it.”

“I… Think I will like it.” Jane smiles. “I will read them with Dustin.”

“You should come back and tell me what you think!” you beam. “We need more girls in here, honestly.” 

Jane lets out a small giggle. “I will tell Max as well. Max taught me about Wonder Woman.”

“She’s your redhead friend, right?” you ask, and Jane nods. “She’s in here a lot. I think she’s been buying the novels, too.”

“I will read them with Dustin,” Jane repeats. 

You hold your hands up. “Sure thing, you know best. But if you girls did wanna talk about it, I’m all ears,” you smile warmly, which is returned. “What about you, Henderson, anything new got your eye here?”

He pulls a face. “Not particularly. Nothing Steve hasn’t already bought for me, anyway. He’s, uh, real good like that, wouldn’t you say?”

You laugh, “Uh, yeah, he’s great! It’s… Sweet how he, and Eddie, and Robin, they all look out for you just as much as Nancy and Johnathan do, even without being related to any of you.”

“Yeah, but Steve does it the most, though,” Dustin insists. He looks as though he’s about to say more, when out of nowhere a whole rack completely falls down. 

“Oh god, how did that happen?!” you ask, jumping back. “Okay, let me just go and clean that - oh my god, and your nose is bleeding now, too!” You look at Jane, who has a trail of blood dripping down one nostril. “Let me go get you something from the first aid kit, here, try pinchi-”

You’re interrupted by Dustin, “It’s fine, she gets those all the time. Why don’t we help you clean up that mess?” He pulls a face at Jane as you walk past them, though you barely notice it.

As you start to pick everything up, Mike, Will and Eddie also come over to help, and over the commotion you barely hear the doorbell ring as Steve appears, signalling it’s time for your lunch break. He adds to the pile of people helping, which is starting to become more of a hindrance than a help. Your colleagues also mysteriously appear from the back room, telling you that they’ve got it covered and to get out for your break, already. You look over at Steve and Eddie, and motion for them to follow you out of the building.

[...]

Later that night, you’d had a phone call with Nancy inviting you to see Highlander at the movies on Saturday with Robin. You accepted, looking forward to a girls’ day out. You seemed to be quite in demand for the rest of that night, too, since Tiffany and Jesse were asking about your weekend plans the very next day. Tiffany seems really excited for you to see it. You assume it’s because she’s still a freshman, so she wouldn’t be able to go alone. You offer to take her along too, but she quickly declines, saying she has to work. So does Jesse, but he’s also very interested in talking about Highlander with you. Even Cameron chimes in at one point to simply tell you that you have to see it.

To your surprise, you’re not met with Nancy and Robin, but with Eddie and Steve, who both look even more excited than usual to see you, thanks to the added element of surprise. “Hey, what are you doing here?! I was just telling Stevie how weird it is we ended up here together!” Eddie grins.

“Hi! Oh my god! Yeah, I’m gonna be meeting Nance and Robin any second now, we’re going to watch -”

“Don’t you say Highlander!” Steve looks at you incredulously. “Literally, I’m waiting for Lucas and Max so they can go on… A cute little date, and then Eddie was talking about… What was it again?”

“Yeah, Will and Mike thought it sounded like something they’d wanna make a campaign out of, so I figured who better to take them than yours truly?” he gestures to himself with two hands, making you laugh.

“Sorry,” a bespectacled boy slightly younger than you pipes up from behind you. “Did I hear you say you’re waiting for Nancy? As in Wheeler?”

“Yeah, that’s me!” you reply, narrowing your eyes a little. “Why?”

“Nancy gave me a message to give you,” he begins, pushing his glasses up his nose. “She says she’s really sorry, but something came up all of a sudden, uh - apparently, school supplies have been going missing, and Robin saw the main suspect looking extra shifty, so she took Nancy to go find him. There were, like, four kids here too that followed them? Nancy said she was gonna use them as a sting operation-type deal. So, yeah. That’s my message.” He skulks back to behind his counter.

You groan, “Aw, I was so excited to hang out with the girls.”

Steve pretends to look offended. “You hear that, Eddie?” Eddie fully mimes being stabbed in the heart, stepping back until he collapses against a wall.

You laugh loudly. “Come on, guys, you know I like hanging out with you two the most. Why don’t we just… All go see it together? Since we’re all here, and wanting to go see it anyway.”

“I’m down,” Steve nods.

“Mike and Will might hate me for it, but maybe I can go watch it a second time with them,” Eddie smiles.

“Can I ask to be sat in the middle this time?” you ask quietly as you all line up to buy your tickets. “Last time I came to the movies, there was this creep who kept… Trying to do the yawn thing, you know? The -” you mime yawning and stretching your arm. “Except I’d never seen him before. And - I’d feel safer either being right at the end of the row, or with each of you on either side.”

“We can sit beside you, for sure,” Eddie nods, putting a comforting hand on your shoulder.

“Yeah, and if any guy shoots you a look you don’t want, just point them out to us, alright?” Steve says in a warning tone, and you nod. He softens afterwards.

You certainly enjoy the movie, though you feel as though your colleagues may have overhyped it. You occasionally glance over to either Steve or Eddie to gauge their reactions too. Sometimes you’d catch their eye because they were also looking at you already, sometimes your gaze caused them to look over at you. Sometimes it’d be a quick glance away again, sometimes it’d just be a smile shared between you, sometimes a silent conversation checking in with each other. This happens with both boys at any moment, and it feels nice to know that they care just as much about you as you do about them.

Once the movie ends, the three of you decide to head to the food court within the same complex as the theatre. You’re surprised to see Nancy, Robin, Lucas, Max, Mike and Will all sat there together, too. Robin’s the first to notice, nudging Nancy who looks over at the three of you and flusters, hurriedly pulling something into her bag. “Oh, my gosh, hi, Y/N! I am… So sorry, did Fred give you my message?”

“Yeah, it’s fine, I still got to see it,” you wave her off. “Sucks that we didn’t get our girls’ day, though!”

“Oh, we’ll definitely make room for one of those soon,” Robin promises.

“Did you get your guy?” Eddie asks.

“Huh?” Robin cocks her head in confusion, then makes a sound of pain and bends to relieve her foot, as Nancy shuffles away from her. You hadn't even noticed her move any closer.

“No, as it turns out, it was a false lead, in the end. Some… Pranksters in the same class as the guy we were tailing, they must have caught on that we were looking into the whole missing supplies thing, and decided to slip us a fake tip-off,” Nancy sighs, shrugging her shoulders. “We’re just, uh, getting some lunch and then Robin and I are gonna take the kids to see the movie ourselves, as an apology to them for roping them in. That way, you two can still talk with Eddie about it afterwards like you wanted, right?” Nancy looks to her brother and Will, who nod back, first looking at her and then at all of you. Mike’s movements seem to be more… Enthusiastic than usual.

Cogs in your head start turning. Why would they all ask you to meet up, then conveniently leave for the length of the movie, just to reappear in the same building as you right after? But why would Nancy and Robin set you up… To meet somebody… At the movies? Were they trying to set you up on a date? And if so, who with? Had they been talking to your colleagues? Were they wrapped in this little matchmaking war, too? Why invite both of them? Is one of them in on this? 

You’re pulled out of your train of thought when Eddie nudges you as Steve calls your name yet again. “Everything good? You wanna get something to eat?”

“Um… Actually, I - I think I’m just going to… Go home. I’m feeling a little overwhelmed.” At least you’re not lying.

Both Steve and Eddie’s faces fill with concern. “Is everything okay?” “Do you need a ride?”

You shake your head. “I should make it home myself, I’ll just keep the windows down to get some air. Thank you, though,” you hold both their arms briefly and look between them, before flashing a smile in Nancy and Robin’s direction, waving round to all of the kids and excusing yourself.

[rafescoke]

Why’d You Only Call Me When You’re High ; Rafe Cameron

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Request: The second one I was hoping could be a Rafe x reader based on the song why’d you only call me when you’re high by arctic monkeys. Maybe something along the lines of rafe only calling and giving the reader attention when he wants to hook up. Finally, the reader gets tired of it their feelings known.

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x reader

Summary: Reader finds herself thinking about a certain boy more than what they had agreed on

Warnings: Hella angst, mentions of sex, masterbating, substance, cursing, toxic relationship

A/N: I’ve been updating a new fic every single day and the amount of love you guys are returning is beyond amazing. I love you so much, thank you for all of your kind words <3

p.s, again, my request box is always open. drop in any ideas and i’ll present to you my best :)

p.p.s, does anyone know why i can’t tag some users? im going crazy.

“I was thinking. . .” Rafe trailed, drawing invisible circles against her soft skin. She hummed in response, her eyes closed, feeling so relaxed under the silk bedsheet wrapping around her body.

“We should do this often.”

“Is twice a day isn’t enough for you?” she asked, hiding her smile. She felt him shift, placing his arms around her waist and pulling her close against him. She giggled lightly, feeling him behind her, but she was too tired to do anything.

“We should try doing it every minute,” he simply replied, smelling into her scent. She smelt like vanilla and caramel, just the way he likes it. “Is this the perfume I bought?”

“Yeah,” she mumbled, feeling so peaceful she could sleep if he hadn’t pulled her closer against his hardening member. She groaned, trying to scoot forward by an inch, but was stopped by his fingers gripping her hips.

“I’m sore.”

“I know,” he replied casually, still brushing against her bottom. Before he could do anything else she turned, now facing him. She looked at his handsome face, his blue eyes and his soft lips. Her thumb grazed over his top lip, and Rafe swore he could fuck her anytime soon if she kept doing that.

“Are you not tired?” she asked, now cupping his face. He stared into her eyes, feeling himself getting lost in them before giving her a smile.

“No.”

“You’re mental,” she sighed, but she failed to contain her laugh after. She giggled, still cupping his face, and she has never felt so calm and relax before. Just them two, on top of a bed in some cheap motel, sometimes hearing the couple staying on top of them screaming at each other.

“Are you?” he continued, tilting his head into her hands. She smiled when he closed his eyes, enjoying the warmth radiating from her. He loves it. He feels at peace.

(Y/N) sighed, loving yet also hating these kind of moments where she knew they would be acting like strangers after, in front of everyone else. She remembered the exact day after she had had sex with him for the first time, and how he acted so cold afterwards.

“Hey,” (Y/N) smiled, standing beside his form as he squinted his eyes against the bright sunlight to inspect his goal. He didn’t reply, swinging his golf club upwards and hit the golf ball. (Y/N) watched as it flew and landed near the goal, and expressed a smile.

“You’re good.”

“Huh?” he looked up to her, as if just noticed her existence. (Y/N) felt a pang of hurt across her heart, especially when he had just whispered so many love words into her ear the night before.

“I said you’re good.”

“Oh, thanks,” he muttered, already making his way back to where his friends were. Clearly not satisfied, she followed him suit, watching as his friends cheered for him. Rafe groaned even harder, and turned to look at her before they got too close to his friends.

“What are you fucking doing here?” he scolded, his eyes staring at a space beside her. (Y/N) raised a brow, being caught off guard, but she tried to play it cool.

“I’m a member of this country club too, Rafe,” she replied, scoffing. “You’re an asshole, do you know that? Are we not going to talk about last ni-”

“Shut up,” he grunted, looking backwards to check on his friends before pulling her a few distance away. “Look, I was on drugs last night. That was not me. Let it go, okay?”

(Y/N) has never experienced that kind of disrespect, and she swore she hated Rafe Cameron so bad that when she got home, she cried against her pillows until the night sky greeted her. 

She thought about the many other guys who tried to be with her, but she had pushed them all away for a certain rich boy living 6 houses away from her. The fact that her parents are good friends with Ward and Rose Cameron doesn’t make it any easier, not when she is forced to see him every single Saturday night for ‘barbecue night’.

“What are you thinking?” he suddenly spoke, interrupting her thoughts. She sighed, suddenly scooting away from him. He watched as she turned away, but he didn’t put much thoughts into it.

“I can still smell the weed from you,” she suddenly said, and Rafe let out a laugh. He rubbed his eyes, hating the fact that they are going to repeat the same topic they have fought countless of times before, especially after sex and they had both came down from the high.

“Don’t start, (Y/N), fuck,” he sighed, covering his face with his large hands. He watched as she scooted further, wrapping the covers around her body. “Can you please just lay right next to me?”

“I want to sleep,” she replied, and bit her lips before she could express any tears. Rafe sighed, groaning, and sat up straight, resting on the edge of the bed before reaching for his jeans discarded on the corner of the room.

“I’m leaving,” he said, and (Y/N) heard the metal bar of his belt clanking against his jeans button. “Since you wanna act like a bitch again.”

“You’re an asshole,” she replied, still not looking at him. A tear rolled down her cheeks before she could stop herself, and she quickly wiped them away.

“Whatever,” he said, and she heard the door slammed shut. She cursed, unable to stop her tears now that she was alone. The banter between the husband and wife from the room above filled the silence as (Y/N) sobbed against the pillow and she thought about how it resembled her and Rafe’s relationship so much.

He would call her when he’s under the influence, whispering sweet-nothings through the phone, saying how much he’s missing her and longing for her forehead kisses. The fight they had before the phone call will immediately evaporate into thin air, and (Y/N) will make her way to wherever Rafe is. Sometimes they’ll do it in the car in a secluded alley or sometimes in the cheap motel at Chapel Hill. 

But then it was the moments after their brief meeting that had her all moody and depress throughout the week; how he would ignore her, pretending not to see her and forcing himself to say ‘hi’ during their family barbecue.

(Y/N) never thought of herself as someone who’s prone to being in a sneaky relationship, but if that what it takes to be with Rafe Cameron, she was willing to be in one.

It had been a week since the incidence, and Rafe hadn’t call her to meet or anything of the sort. (Y/N) frowned when she thought of this, because the longest fight they had before only lasted for 2 days before he rang her up, asking to meet up. 

(Y/N) shook her head, sipping on her martini before setting it on the side of the swimming pool. She dived into the water, trying to get the heat from the scorching sun off of her, and resurfaced seconds after, her wet hair falling down her shoulders.

“(Y/N), where’s dad?” Topper appeared, squatting in front of her as she took another sip on the martini. Her eyes fell to the figure behind her brother, and she almost choked on the liquid.

“Um, I don’t know,” (Y/N) replied, staring at Rafe Cameron as he took out his phone to check on his messages, ignoring her like always. She rolled her eyes at this, knowing that there were no new texts and he was just trying to act like she wasn’t there. She dived into the water again and swam to the other side, away from Rafe and his negative energy.

If Rafe knew she was going to be in the swimming pool, he would have made an excuse to Topper, perhaps saying how he has to take Wheezie to the clinic for an appointment. (Y/N) was almost never home every time he hang out with Topper, so he thought he was safe. But there she was; in the most tempting bikini, swimming and constantly sipping on a martini.

Rafe sat right next to Topper, watching her back from the corners of his eyes as she gazed at the view in front of her. She was laying on her arms, lazily humming to a rock song Rafe plays every time he’s driving.

He jolted when Topper touched his hand. 

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Topper laughed, “I said, do you wanna eat?”

“I’m okay,” he mumbled, closing his eyes and thinking about good she looked in that bikini. He made a mental note to guess the brand to purchase more of that sort for her. 

“Okay, I’m going in to get myself some food. Are you sure you don’t want any food?” Topper asked, sitting on the edge of the seat. Rafe nodded, his eyes still closed, and heard him walking towards the sliding door into the kitchen.

“Why are you ignoring me?” 

Rafe opened his eyes, and to his satisfaction, the girl with the (H/C) locks stared at him with her face rested against her arms. His breath hitched, seeing how beautiful she was with the chlorine water dripping from her face, down to her neck, continuing to her che-

“God, you’re a fucking asshole,” she suddenly said, and Rafe had to shook his head from the involuntary thought that appeared in his mind. He groaned, watching as she dived in the water again, and almost catching a glimpse of her bottom. He smiled.

“Are you still a bitch?” he asked when she resurfaced, crossing his arms. “Because if you are, I don’t feel like fucking you right here and right now.”

(Y/N) halted her movements as she tried her best not to look at the smirking boy, and instead staring into the swimming pool as if there was something interesting in it. Rafe laughed, knowing exactly the impact of his words towards her, and thought about wanting to have a little more fun with her.

“I’m asking, baby,” he said softly, and her eyes landed on his. “Are you still a bitch?”

“I brought cookies!” Topper suddenly yelled, appearing from the sliding door and walking towards them with a bright smile. Rafe cursed, laying his back against the seat again and pretending to close his eyes while (Y/N) dived underwater, trying to hide her red face. He was glad when Topper handed him a cookie, talking about wanting to surf tomorrow - so oblivious towards the sexual tension between him and his own twin.

“What do you think?” Topper asked, munching on the cookies all the while trying to see Rafe’s reaction. Rafe nodded, muttering his agreement, but under his sunglasses, he was watching (Y/N) and she too, was watching him.

“Can I have a cookie, Tops?” (Y/N) suddenly interrupted, and without looking at her, Topper gave her a thumbs up sign. (Y/N) smiled, pulling herself up from the pool and Rafe almost had a heart attack from the sight of her curves donning the bikini and the water dripping off of her.

She walked towards them, hair swept to her left shoulder, and Rafe’s gaze followed her fingers as she grabbed a cookie and immediately putting it in her mouth. He watched as she closed her eyes, enjoying the sweet taste, all the while sitting under the glowing sun that highlighted her features even more.

He could feel himself getting harder.

“Well,” (Y/N) suddenly said, and Rafe had realized he was too busy looking at her to realize that she was already conversing with Topper. “I’ll go. Is Rafe coming too?” 

Both of the siblings’ attention fell towards him, and Rafe found himself clearing his throat before he spoke.

“I’m sorry, where are we?”

“Man, are you sure you’re okay?” Topper asked, removing his sunglasses to look at him clearly. “Do you need water?”

“Yeah, I’m okay,” Rafe quickly added, “Can I, um, go up to your room? I think I need a nap.”

“Yeah, okay,” Topper replied, not thinking much of it. They had been spending so much time under the sun during the summer, he wouldn’t be surprised if one of them got sick. “I’ll go upstairs in a second.”

He muttered a thanks, quickly making his way to the top of the house, where Topper stayed. He groaned, feeling himself getting harder, and hating the fact that she was most probably liking the way he was reacting. 

He locked the door of the bathroom he has been using since the first day he became friends with Topper, watching himself in the mirror. He closed his eyes while he tried to picture her in his mind, his fingers trying their best to untie the knot of the band of his swimming shorts.

He held himself in the palm of his hands as he pictured her again, this time with her under him. He started sliding his palm over his hardened member, his other hand safely placed on the sink for balance. He thought of the way she’ll bounce on him when she rides him, and bit his lips before he could let out any sounds.

Fuck. 

He hated how easy she’ll make him hard and how she has him wrapped around her finger. It was true how they would only do the unholy thing when he was under the influence or they were both under the influence, but he couldn’t deny the unsettling feeling in his stomach every time he saw her.

“Fuck,” he expressed, his grip on the sink tightening. His movements became faster as he tried to picture her mouth and around him, and felt his end coming. He left a string of curses as he finally released himself, watching the shot dripping off the sides of the sink. He grunted, having to do more work, and grabbed himself the white tissues before wiping his mess.

. . .

“Hey.”

“Hey, Rafe,” (Y/N) said, trying to maintain her normal tone. She bit her lips at the sound of his heavy breathing, missing his voice and also his handsome face. She longed to have his face in her hands again, staring at each other’s eyes and kissing each other’s lips right after.

“Can you come over?” he asked, his voice slurring. “No, I mean, can I pick you up?” The sound of laughter and booming music could be heard behind him, giving out his location. (Y/N) sighed, knowing the exact request behind the words, and looked at her wall to check on the time.

“It’s 12 a.m., my mom won’t allow me to go out.”

“Sneak out, then,” Rafe replied, and he said something to his friends before focusing back on her. “Please? I missed you.”

(Y/N) sighed, knowing exactly her problem.

This.

“Okay,” she replied, leaning over her mattress to close her laptop now that she had new plans for the night. “What time are you picking me up?”

“I can’t drive right now,” he said, suddenly realizing how sloshed he was. “Can you come and pick me up, please?”

She sighed again, but she had missed him so much. Him and his touches. His and his words.

Him.

“Okay, send me your location, okay? I’ll pick you up.”

(Y/N) thought about how she couldn’t do it anymore. Not when she has spent most of her life trying to make him love her. He had been friends with her brother since forever, but yet he never seemed to settle on her. She heard about the amount of girls he dated and how she tried to become like them, but after a while, she grew bored of it. She was tired of running after someone who doesn’t want to be caught.

Until the night at the party, where they had been smoking and doing coke and god knows what else. (Y/N) had watched him from the corners of her eyes, liking how attractive he looked under the party lights. He was in a black shirt, his hair messily parted, a cigarette loosely hanging from his lips.

“Thornton, do you know how perfect your smile is?” he asked, leaning towards her. (Y/N) giggled, her back against the wall as she stared into his eyes. 

“You’re mistaking me for my brother, Rafe?” she asked, with that smile again. Rafe licked his lips, looking down to hers before leaning closer to whisper into her ear.

“I’ve got to confess, (Y/N),” he whispered, sending shivers down to her spine. “You’re the hottest sibling.”

When she woke up the next day, laying right next to Rafe Cameron, she had to pinch herself a few times to make sure that she was living in reality, but when she tried to approach him that evening on the golf course, it was like nothing happened that night.

It scarred her until he rang her up again, six days after. 

“Rafe,” (Y/N) sighed, leaning over to open the passenger’s door from her seat, seeing how drunk he was. Rafe giggled, getting himself in before shutting the door and staring at her. He leaned towards her and placed a sloppy kiss against her cheeks, down to her neck and stopped directly before her chest.

“Just park in the back,” he ordered, placing his palm on the upper side of her thigh, too close to her heat. She bit her lips as she turned her steering wheel, entering the back alley of the club. Soon after he had texted her his location, she sneaked out through her brother’s porch and stole his car, driving straight towards Rafe.

She turned the ignition off and looked at him, watching as he unbuttoned his shirt slowly, groaning when he missed one button. He tried to reach for her, but she pushed his hand away, her face expressing into anger.

“Don’t pull this shit again, fuck,” Rafe sighed, throwing his head back against the seat and covering his face with his hands. (Y/N) caught a glimpse of a gold ring, and noticed how it looked so similar to hers hanging around her neck.

“I can’t do this anymore,” she said, filling the silence. Rafe let out a shrill laugh, still closing his eyes.

“Still a bitch, I guess.”

“This is the problem, Rafe!” she groaned, causing Rafe to look at her fully in the face when he noticed her increasing volume. “What are we?”

“What do you want to hear?” he simply said, staring at her with empty eyes. He licked his lips, “No, seriously. Tell me the answer, and I’ll say it.”

How cold could he be?

“Rafe, do you see how you’re treating me?” she asked, and she could feel her tears threatening to fall. “Do you realize the difference between sober Rafe and intoxicated Rafe?”

Of course he knew. He just chose to ignore it.

“I can’t do this right now,” Rafe said, putting his hands up in defeat. “Can we just fuck, get over whatever fight we’re having right now, and live our best lives the next day? Can we do that?”

He turned to look at her, and noticed her glassy eyes. He sighed, trying to cup her face, but she flinched at his touch.

“You make me feel like a whore,” she whispered, her lips trembling. “One second you love me, the next second you’re spitting on me.”

He just had the worst night of his life; having a fight with Ward about his business, bumping onto the pogues, catching Sarah and John B. . . and now this?

“You think too much,” he said, but his heartbeat was quickening. He stole a glance at her and watched as she stared at him with empty eyes. “I’m sober now. You know what, (Y/N)? You’re right. I can’t even look at you when I’m not under the influence.”

He turned to open the door, getting out while buttoning his shirt back, not wanting to look at her. He couldn’t stand it, he knew he’ll be too broken if he sees her cry over him. He didn’t know what to do; he panicked, never preparing for this exact moment where he knew she will ask about the state of their relationship.

He watched as she sped away from the alley, her engine roaring against the silence of that particular Friday night, where his day had been nothing but miserable. He ran his fingers through his hair, trying to contain his feelings, but before he knew it, he had kicked on the empty beer can on the side of the road, watching its movement as it hit the opposite wall and fell into the trash can.

He laughed at the strange occurrence, his tears slowly rolling down his cheeks and made his way back to the club.

If there’s one thing he’s so sure about himself; Rafe Cameron hates himself more than anyone else in the world.

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[eldritch-spouse]

HELLO

Just wanted to say, you are my absolute favourite writer and I'm so glad I found your page😫

I do have a question about your plans for future lore for the Clergy? I mean, now that krulu has heirs and is taking control over hell and heaven, what now? ^^

Have a great day/night! Love u!!! 💜💜

[WhdhwAHDHWE FAVORITE?? You have a lot of faith in me anon, I hesitate to call myself a writer at all. Thenk nonetheless.]

Keep in mind that I'm jumping back and forth in the main timeline. The grand picture concerns Krulu, yes. And one of the huge milestones is the birth of his heirs. There's an endless, and I mean near-limitless sea of scenarios to explore and flesh out in the span of time where Adrul and Adelo are busy taking over their respective realms.

Once Eden and Perdition are under control, changes will naturally be enacted, and at this point Krulu sees no reason to hide himself, so he's seen regularly outside The Clergy. This can and will create some sort of anxiety in Admin, who figures they're almost purposeless if they aren't Krulu's vessel, and he doesn't need vessels anymore because there's no reason to hide.

As Eden and Perdition get reconstructed, another milestone will be Krulu starting to create again, little by little, beings to furnish these places- Also altering pre-existing entities. There's also a lot to be explored with the staff. Where are they now that they've gotten their wishes? Have they been brought closer? Do they understand their own significance? How does each one of them view what's happening?

Putting aside Krulu's side of things, there's a lot that hasn't been explored with Mother. What is she going to do? What are her plans? How will she handle the world's reaction to not only her but Krulu as well? (Because, let's face it, PR is not Krulu's strong suit.) What will she do when she's worshipped? There's a lot.

Putting the bigger picture aside, I literally can't stress how fun some side characters can be if their lives are explored further. I even have a wackier sort of twist to put a dent in Krulu's happiness in the future.

I don't think I'll ever exhaust this universe, and I'll be bumbling between periods of time as I write/draw.

[sableseb]

Restless

Bucky Barnes x f!reader

word count: 746

warnings: smut, biting, not so dry humping?

tags: @meetmeatyourworst​ @greeneyedblondie44​​ @stucky-my-ship​ @fuckandfluff​​

a/n: This is just a little something that's been on my mind a lot longer than I’d like to admit.

Bucky wakes in the middle of the night. He’s always been a restless sleeper, but tonight he just can’t seem to even get an hour of shut eye. And to make matters worse, he’s hard and very uncomfortable. 

He takes in your sleeping figure, the sheet barely covers your naked body from tonight’s earlier activities. He doesn’t want to wake you, truly, but he can’t help it when he shifts in closer to bury his face in your hair. He’s insatiable when it comes to you. Everything you do, no matter how mundane, makes his blood spike and arousal pool in the pit of his stomach.

 He brushes your hair off your neck and starts placing kisses all along the length of your skin. You don’t stir. He decides to push his body flush against yours. He grinds his aching member against your thighs, needing some sort of friction for relief.

Now you begin to move. He watches as your eyes flutter open and confusion flashes across your face. “Bucky? What’re you doin’?” you ask, mind still clouded with sleep. His kisses and movements don’t stop until you turn slightly to face him.

“I can’t sleep.” he says, kissing around your mouth. “Can you help me a bit? Maybe it’ll tire me out.”

You let out an audible sigh. He knows it was wrong of him to wake you up when he’s the one that’s restless and horny. But, you’re right beside him and looking oh so tempting. Squinting through the dark to get a look at his face, you say, “Do whatever you want. Just know I’m not doing any work. Too sore, too tired.”

Bucky didn’t need to be told twice as he pulls you against his firm body and picks up your leg to situate himself between your thighs, they always drive him mad. If he could stay between them every day of the week, he wouldn’t hesitate to.

He presses himself against your wet heat. He didn’t mean to let a whimper out, but how your slickness feels against his shaft and the way you’re radiating warmth turns him into a puddle. And especially the way your thighs enclose around his cock.

He braces a hand on your hip and starts to thrust in and out. The smoothness of your skin is delicious. He’s taking his time with his thrusts, wanting to feel the way your pussy molds against him and the way the supple flesh of your legs sucks him in.

You’re barely coherent, awake and asleep at the same time. Bucky loves when you let him take you whenever he pleases. He grabs your chest just to feel you, your breast hangs heavy in his palm. He kneads and pulls, drawing low hums from you. 

“Squeeze your thi- oh god.” he chokes out. You already knew what to do before he even said it. Your firm legs have him in a vice. He can barely move with how tight you’re squeezing his hardness. 

He picks up a steady pace, hips snapping against your ass, causing loud claps to bounce off the walls and mixing with the sounds of his grunts that grow louder by each passing second. Sweat is forming across the expanse of his skin as the heat starts to build within his body.

“So good to me, doll, letting me use you. Feel so fuckin’ good.” he rambles. He bites down against your neck to try and silence himself. He can feel his muscles tightening and his thrusts start to become sloppy. He’s chasing his high and it’s almost embarrassing how fast he’s able to cum without being inside you.

The coil in his stomach snaps and his orgasm washes over him, making him let out a pitiful whine. He pulls back to release himself along the curve of your ass. He never gets tired of seeing himself paint your skin with his cum. It’s like he’s marking you and he craves to own you, mind and body. 

Getting up, he walks to the bathroom and returns with a warm cloth to clean you off. He settles back in bed beside you, draping an arm across your torso to pull you in. Finally at ease, sleep is beginning to tug at him. Before he fully drifts off, your voice breaks through the silence. “I expect a wake up call from you, Barnes.”

He chuckles against your neck, kissing over the spot he bit harshly. “You know you’re my favorite morning meal, doll.”